#had to loose a lot of detail working on that scale but I still like it

[j-nor]

Jesse pinkman in a Stupid sparkly shirt. With a roaring lion on it. “California love.” Jesus Christ.

I love this guy so much I almost can’t stand him. I have to dress him up in little accessories or I will explode.

[northstarscowboyhat]

Do you have any thoughts on the Justice family in Lucky Clover AU after the events of Undertale? I assume they move to the Surface, but what do they do with their lives?

Unfortunately, I am cringe and have thought about post UT events. Most of my thoughts are pretty loose though, not as concrete as Clover's time growing up in the Underground, but I can share some scattered thoughts!

Ironically, I imagine Ceroba/Starlo/Clover are among the last Underground inhabitants to move to the surface after the barrier was shattered. Ceroba had heavy reservations about leaving the house Chujin built and his grave behind. Of course, Starlo and Clover were more than patient and willing to wait and help her reconcile these feelings before they all moved.

I like the idea that when they do move, they build a new house that does resemble Ceroba's old house a lot, but is still distinctly it's own home. Somehow blends Japanese and western decor in a very seamless way. Nobody knows how they pulled it off, but they did.

I feel like Starlo definitely builds a new version of the Wild East when on the surface! Probably on a much smaller scale, since he doesn't really have the land to build an entire town LOL. It'd be more of a tourist attraction than it is a town like the original Wild East, but he still has a lot of pride in it.

Ceroba remains as a stay at home mom with Amalgamate Kanako, who requires a lot of attentive care that Ceroba is more than happy to provide her with. Kanako does regain a lot of her old personality, traits, memories etc but still needs help caring for herself. Which again, Ceroba is more than happy to do; she loves getting to make up for the time they lost together, and Kanako is very happy to be back with her mom even with the challenges that come from being an Amalgamate.

I have less concrete thoughts on Clover, though it should be noted that they absolutely keep up the cowboy shtick. I think they'd probably work at the new Wild East for a while, then maybe strike out on their own a bit, try out new things, do some sight seeing, etc. I could honestly see them eventually doing something with horses, like working at a stable or something, in between travelling around with Martlet. After having to live in hiding for so long, they'd appreciate having this newfound freedom and want to discover themselves more.

Not anything I thought in great detail about, but LC!Clover definitely has kids later on in life. All jokes aside, looking after Frisk definitely solidified for them that they want their own family someday.

Speaking of, should go without saying that Frisk doesn't live with Clover post Undertale Pacifist ending, LOL. Clover doesn't pretend they'll make a more suitable guardian than Toriel! But Frisk visits Clover a lot and they keep in touch.

[careydraws]

Here's a writeup about the process of making this 12x18" poster that's in the booksamillion special edition of TAZ: the Eleventh Hour GN! It looks like there are still some available for preorder!

Long post about how I got from the initial options I sent to my editor to the final below the cut (or unlocked on my patreon here).

We found out pretty late in the life cycle of making the actual book artwork that we were going to get to do a special edition that included a poster, which was nice because it meant I had a good sense of what cool moments in the book we might want to highlight... and what existing art I might be able to use as scaffolding, because these books are on extremely tight deadlines and there was not a separate timeline for painting a whole poster. So when we can avoid doing that, it saves me a lot of time and heart/wristache... but it's not always possible! spoilers: it was not possible this time around.

I started out by sending my editor two options for poster designs: one that would save some work by letting me reuse cover & interior elements that happened to be drawn at a large size, and one that was loosely based on a page with a fun splash panel, but would require total redraw and repaint. As I said in an email,

...Unfortunately, we both agreed that the one that was going to be more work (A) was the cooler choice & would make for a better poster. Also, by this point I was thinking about doing a version of the cover for a lenticular, and I didn't want to double-dip with fun promo materials. So it goes!

The composition was off, since this was based on a comics page with, y'know, dialog and other panels on it. We talked about whether adding some kind of a text treatment might help balance it out, but ultimately,

[narrator: she would later regret this.]

ANYWAY, once I was all-in, it was time to get goin! First, I made a small color thumbnail, then scaled it WAY up for print and took it back to pencils to space out the trio & give everyone a little more room.

Next I inked and flatted it! Flatting is the only time I can really zone out & watch something while I work, it was a nice break.

Then I blocked in big hue shifts for the ground and sky; painted big shadow shapes, and drew in the text; and finally added some details like bounce light and atmospheric perspective blue shifts.

One final touch-up pass with some additional cool tones-- If I were to do this again, I might tone it down a LITTLE bit on the reflections on Magnus's gear… but then again, it looks cool, so I might not.

And there it is! 

Next time I do this, I want to try to keep the initial color thumbnail much looser- I got frustrated at the rendering stage because I'd done most of the fun work of thinking about color already, and ended up feeling like I was treading the same ground twice. It's tough to find a balance between enough planning to be ready and not so much that I lose something in the work!

I'm always happy to get process questions over on patreon, it's fun to talk more about this sort of thing!

[graylinesspam]

ok i saw you reblog that drabble listing and when i read through it all i could think of was the domino squad with 21 and 57. feel free to use or disregard at your leisure 🤸‍♀️

#21 "We should have been in bed three hours ago"

Curfew in a camp on the front lines was not something that was loosely enforced. There were guard patrols, medics on their smoke breaks, COs in strange and unpredictable places, and the worst obstacle by far, snitches.

Getting out of camp was a perilous endeavor and not for the feint of heart. Fives just so happened to be an expert at the craft. He and Echo had been sneaking places they shouldn't be since before they were shipped off of Kamino.

Natural skill, ARC training, Vere and Ahsoka's super special stealth boot camp, and a whole lot of experience had made the two of them swift and silent. Always aware of their surroundings. always three steps ahead.

Tup on the other hand...well. He was still a little green. Him coming from a rather compliant batch had robbed him of the practice needed to acquire such a skill. And while he had subtly floated the idea past Ahsoka to include Tup and a couple of others in the next boot camp, he wasn't actually looking forward to that training.

Sneaking his favorite young soldier out of the camp would be the biggest challenge Fives had faced in his short career in stealth. But it was a challenge he was ready for.

The trick was timing. The guard rotation was more or less distributed evenly amongst the men, but that was relative to how much other labor they would be doing. Those with less duties outside of the camp had more guard rotations....that meant the scouts, who rarely left outside of scouting missions or active full scale assaults, made up the bulk of the guard at any given time. And while they were wildly observant. They were also so used to the rotation that their movement patterns had become a well tuned rhythm. He needed to wait for the first half of the guard change.

Actually making their way through the camp was much more nerve racking. Tup, bless him, was like the one cadet in the bunch that just never learned how to whisper. Always just a little too loud for their own good. Too stiff too. Half of the art of stealth was looking like you belonged wherever you were. And Tup looked like he was being marched to his death.

Every sudden intake of breath and crunch of his boot grated on Fives nerves. Echo brushed the back of his hand over Fives arm in a placating gesture. They were making slow time but working their way through the camp. All that was left was to make it across the empty perimeter and to the tree line where they could melt into the shadows. They needed to wait for the guard to pass before they could make a break for it.

All three crouched low beside a stack of crates and held their breath as the guard stepped up to a cobbled together vantage point made from crates. From his position he could see everything in the vicinity except for the troopers crouched directly below.

When his boots sounded their descent all three troopers sprung into action sprinting as quietly as they could across the perimeter.

Once past the trees there was a few precious hours of freedom waiting for them. They couldn't be out for long lest they risk someone discovering empty cots, but they had time to get a drink and let loose. Fives was over joyed to get the opportunity to corrupt the shiny.

There was a very verbally acknowledged rule among the clones about not being a damn snitch. Not all of their brothers had agreed on the finer details of that agreement though. Some condoned snitching if only to other clones, as if clone COs weren't as much of a pain as any other authority could be. And some, like Jesse's no good traitor ass, acted as a professional snitches to the medics for brownie points.

But the totally agreed upon rule, so obvious no words needed to be exchanged, was that if you catch someone breaking the rules, while your also breaking the rules, you keep your mouth shut. It was a naturally occurring case of Mutually Assured Destruction.

So for the few other troopers in various shades of armor that they passed in the medium sized village just clear of the front, they nodded their visors once in acknowledgment of that sacred understanding, and proceeded to mind their own business. What ever the red armored 104ths were up to was none of Fives' business. CO or not, he was not a damn snitch.

though it may have pleased him to see their body language turn stiff when he passed. Tup had to be verbally redirected from staring however. "They are none of your concern kid, eyes forward." Echo admonished.

They were here for a drink or maybe a few. Maybe a girl if they came across one. But they were not here for any gossip.

There was more than one bar in a town this size. The one they chose had another group of soldiers in yellow already crowded around their own table towards the back. the young faces peering skeptically at the ARCs in all their regalia.

Both he and Echo stepped up to the bar, pretending not to notice the grimace the bartender threw their way before he turned to serve the man ahead of them.

Tup was staring again, at the other soldiers, and Fives hand caught him around the back of the neck, turning him away. "Mind your own, vod."

They were served however reluctantly and they found a spot leaning against the far side of the bar where Fives could frequently have his cup refilled and he could playfully tap the bottom of Tup's glass whenever he tipped it back, forcing him to drink faster or risk spilling all over himself.

They kept to themselves, laughing, drinking, and having a good timing winding down after a hard week. Echo kept an eye on the chrono, his demeanor shifting as the minutes ticked by.

"We should have been asleep three hours ago." he says by way of urging them to wrap it up.

Fives sighed heavily before downing the rest of his drink, then finishing Tup's too. The other troops had already left and as they made their way through the town they noticed fewer soldiers already. They really had very narrow windows of time to play with.

Their camp was closer than others and they took their time strolling back towards the trees. He knew in his bones when the next guard rotation would be. Even without Echo's ability to tell the time by the triangulation of the moon's shadow based on the distance from the planet and the position of the planet within it's system. Fives just knew, he could feel it in his slightly pickled bones.

They would need to hide within the trees for a few minutes before they could make a run for it back into camp. Tup leaned heavily against a tree and rubbed a hand over his face as the alcohol swished around in his head. Getting his amateur ass back into camp would be the real challenge. That and trying to keep him from looking hung over in the morning.

Eventually he'd learn to keep up with his older brothers but he wasn't there tonight.

Even Echo seemed to be lagging behind as he shifted back into the trees towards town, his visor a little too tilted.

"Hey, wha-" Echo cut him off with a hand gesture before falling back into the circle of them. He made another gesture, one usually used by the scouts, indicating that they were being followed.

Fives reached for his blaster, falling back into the shadows of the trees. Echo melted in beside him, the two of them ready to take down whatever was tracking them. Tup, even drunk and shiny, crouched in his spot and cozied up to the tree to remain as obscured as possible.

There wasn't a crunch of a leaf, or a whisper of a step, but there was something. It was almost a soft scrape. A sound like metal caressing plastoid. Fives shot a questioning look to his brother before the sound got too close.

The rhythm was more familiar than the tone. A familiar cadence. a set of steps.

The reality dawned on him just as the figure broke through the shadows. Two watery and somewhat clouded eyes locked on his where he crouched.

Blue, usually quick as lightning almost buffered in thought as she slowly blinked. The gears in her head turning a little bit slowly.

Her mouth opened to speak but she quickly glanced towards the camp and thought better of it.

Ahsoka pursed her lips in thought before taking another step and crouching down in front of him. She mimed zipping up her lips and turning a key, then offered the same hand to him.

Part of him did not want to take this deal. He wanted to know where in the hell she'd been tonight. Why she didn't look sober. How in the hell she'd gotten out of the camp unnoticed.

For the first time in his life Fives felt the urge to go and snitch to Rex. To get the baby Jedi in trouble for her reckless and rebellious behavior. Before he could risk it all though, Echo took her hand in his and shook it firmly.

He then turned to his brother and fixed him with a meaningful look.

Echo was right. They were not snitches. They couldn't be. With as much mischief as they got into, if they were found to be snitching one time, they would get sold out faster than a food cart near the Couriscant barracks. They had too much of a reputation to uphold.

That and snitching on Ahsoka would lead to nothing but misery for them by her own hands. She may have been one of their closest friends but she was not a girl to be trifled with. Against his better judgement, Fives took her clammy hand in his and shook it once, firmly.

Tup rolled forward and gagged like he was going to vomit, but Echo had him back on his heels before he could blow all the money they'd spent on his drinks.

Fives shot Ahsoka a look that screamed that they would be discussing this later, and she raised a brow and the corned of her mouth in a taunt.

If they didn't have to get ready to run across the space into the camp this minute, he might have argued more.

For now, they just had to make it back in without getting caught.

Even Tup's dead weight was nothing with Ahsoka's help. They were all in bed with time to spare before Rex came to his cot to end his shift. She was back in the General's tent before Skywalker noticed she was gone.

Fives really didn't know how to feel about this. He was not used to being a good influence. He was by his own design the bad influence older brother. He got people into trouble, but not by being a snitch, by causing trouble and getting them mixed up in the middle of it.

Getting the Commander drunk is not exactly the kind of mischief he was interested in starting, but the idea of her getting drunk without him was even less appealing.

If Ahsoka was going to get in trouble he'd rather her do it with him than do it alone.

hmmm

maybe he'd just to commit to it then, being the one that sneaks out with her for a drink. But force save him, the trouble he'd get into if they were caught.....

ughhh, this was going to be a long day.

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@actuallybarb

hope this does it for you babe.

[theshypinkflower]

helloooo i’m back >:) im on my akira kick again he needs some love 😋 neways what’re akiras initial thoughts on his brothers hobby? do u think sano started off with BJDs or did he jump straight into prosthetics? 🧠

It was more of like a replacement eye surgery than prosthetics. A really messy and gross one he happened to walk into and deeply regrets it.

I need to post Sano’s and Akira’s lore on here (I see you anon who asked it I’m swear I’m getting to it) so this’ll make more sense, but I’ll try and make it to where you can still understand. Basically when Akira and Sano were still in the circus they had all sorts of acts together, including a knife throwing act. Usually Akira is pretty good at throwing, but he was unbelievable shaken that day by an odd dream he had. His brother is spinning around and around on that spinny wheel thing performers use. Akira throws, knife lands right into Sano’s eye, and the whole thing has to be shut down.

There’s a lot to unpack with the incident. Not only can the two no longer do the Mirror Schtick they got paid to do (and it was quite a decent amount) but now Sano can no longer perform. He has to get use to seeing out of only one eye and the medical bills come out of their paycheck no less. Sano instead has to be apart of the circus staff which is less tahn what the performers make so Sano is absolutely pissed at Akira for ruining everything. Their paychecks were going to go towards getting out of the circus. Buying a train ticket far away, getting an apartment together, FINALLY going to a proper school. But because of the huge dent in their income it’s a bit harder to save now.

Akira feels so guilty for everything (even tho it was an accident and he didn’t mean it). He feels like he has to make it up to his brother (cause he obviously doesn’t want his only family ditching him). So when he catches Sano trying to replace his eye, a dead guy below him, Akira reluctantly helps Sano hide the body. He helps Sano cover up his murder because “You owe me this.” (Sano is such a jerk to Akira im sorry) Akira feels terrible for being part of a murder, he should’ve told the police. Should’ve done SOMETHING. But he didn’t. He stood there and when Sano said “Help me,” Akria helped him.

He feels gross for doing such a thing. When Akira and Sano finally run away and get a place together it only gets worse. Sano starts studying all about the human body even more than he did before (he had to do some studying so he could perform surgery on himself). Sano’s fascination with dolls grows (afterall they are the embodiment of perfection!) and unfortunately for Akira he gets roped into helping Sano with his little hobby. The argument now tho is, “Well you play gorey games all the time. What difference is watching me do this?” When Sano asks him to help with surgery. Akira can’t form an argument to this so once more he’s reluctantly helping, plus Sano seems so happy whenever he finds out something that brings him closer to his goal. Akira cant deny his brother happiness!

TLDR: Akira hates his brother’s hobby, but helps him out because he’s pressured to

Sano didn’t start working on dolls SPECIFICALLY, but he worked on a doll sized scale. It was more of like working on a smaller scale so he could work up to full sized limbs. Ya know instead of wasting fabric to make a dress you make a mock-up first! Plus working on a small scale helped him pay attention to doing really tiny details and have a steady hand (which is already needed for surgery). Working on doll scale helped him make so many mock dresses for his “life sized dolls.” I imagine sano doesn’t sew often (buying it’s just a bit easier for him) but sometimes he just HAS to see his doll in a specific gown that j-Lolita sites don’t offer. Also as time passes on (fast forwarding to today) he’s a bit suspicious about online shopping since fast fashion becomes so prevalent. He has a little box in his room full of little dresses with loose threads and misshapen doll limbs from when he first started. The only time Sano would work on a bigger scale is when applying makeup. He’d take a salon head he found at a thrift store (poor head has been through a lot like it’s seen better days) and learn how to apply makeup on it.

[eternallyfallingfromgr8ce]

My 2024 achievements in loose chronological order but not really. All in all this was one of the best years of my life so far and a lot of bad stuff happened too because yin yang but this isnt about any of that. I'm moving on in life and wont let anyone take that away from me see below the cut for details or dont idgaf

Personal:

Moved to Puerto Rico with my girlfriend... and plan to die here with her. We always wanted to do this ever since like 6 months into the relationship but life kept getting in the way I wasn't sure we would ever make it out here but we did and I have to constantly resist text posting word vomit like blessed blessed blessed counting my blessings hashtag blessed

Started new bipolar meds that seem promising but we'll see lol I feel like the worst of my disease is behind me now, things are looking up and some semblance of stability might be attainable after all

Made some big leaps toward accepting the inevitable. See username

Got like 1% more chill which is never my goal but it works for everyone else so I'll allow it

Cut back smoking weed still an addict though. Your love is my drug

Not so much a personal achievement as a normal predictable getting older achievement but I have a much better idea of my core principles now and spent this year proving to myself over and over I can stick to them. Dope

Drastically improved my Spanish

Work:

Got scouted for a one-off construction job which led to several unbelievably challenging projects. The ultimate test it was honestly a make or break thing and somehow I didn't break.. 6 windowsills 4 plinths 100 plant pots. Dropped one of the windowsills on my foot at one point and this is pure concrete we're talking about so if I hadn't been wearing steel toe cap boots my entire foot would have been destroyed. Also they demanded constant revisions due to errors on their part, months of blood sweat and tears not to mention the time it took to even understand the blueprints but I digress. The plant pot one was more fulfilling than the others because a) I'm most familiar with small-scale geometry b) it was at the request of a family friend's new florist business, still had to drag myself through hell and back to get it done though

Supervisor has basically taken me under his wing and put my name forward for more opportunities for which I am grateful

Last year into early 2024 I had a market stall with regular clients and collected a good amount of sales for my portfolio. That's also where I met the contractors who put me on the path

Boujee fashion store bought a handmade table off me to display magazines for people with lip filler

Bagged a temporary part-time mentor job teaching diy skills which starts soon in the new year. Shivering in me timbers about this one

[whentherewerebicycles]

If you are willing to share, I would be v curious to hear your experiences of "the fourth trimester" and your body post-birth? Honestly it is so rare to hear honest unfiltered details about the physical experience pregnancy and birth and I appreciate this blog a lot for that reason <3

hello! sorry I think you sent this ask weeks ago but I just now saw it 😅 I found recovery from birth itself to be pretty easy—I felt pretty good physically by the day after and was back to light walking two days out (recovering from my wrist surgery a week later was much more painful and uncomfortable than birth for me personally). I did have some pelvic floor + core issues for the first couple months after… the best way I can think to describe it was that sometimes when I walked around it felt like my spinal column was made of jelly and I could feel everything kinda wobbling around inside of me. I also threw my back out three or four times in those first three months and had some feelings of things Not Being Right in my lower abdomen (I suspect because my core muscles were still so loose from pregnancy). I did mean to do pelvic floor exercises but I just kept forgetting and idk now at five months out I feel kinda like my body is mostly back to normal? like I can tell my back and abs would benefit from some extra work but I also don’t feel as wobbly as I did. for me I’d say the most frustrating thing has been that I’m eating well and watching portion sizes but not dropping any more weight. I lost about 30 lbs in the first three weeks after birth but have an extra 20 still hanging on from pregnancy and the scale doesn’t budge more than .05 in either direction no matter what I do (which is SO weird because my weight used to regularly fluctuate 4-5 lbs from day to day or even from morning to night depending on where I was in my cycle or how much water I’d had that day). not really sure what’s going on there but I hope that when he goes to daycare and I can get in a little more exercise and strength training it’ll help me drop a little more weight and tune up that slight lingering wobbliness. on the whole though my body feels pretty good for being in my mid-30s and not that far removed from birth.

[talesmaniac89]

Charity Heist 11 - aka. The Reluctant Rescue Team

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

Watch the trailer here

A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/N = Your Name

Start Here - Last - Next

A/N: Sorry for the delay here! Had a bit of a weekend 🤣

For a few seconds, the room was completely quiet except the soft sound of traffic coming through the speaker in the middle of the table showing that Bobby was out and about. None of you dared speak as you took in the news. 

Crowley, the damned idiot, got caught because he had to visit his fucking tailor? He couldn’t even go one job without ordering another stupid black suit? 

Fucking perfect. 

Yet, just as soon as the silence had settled over the War Table, all hell broke loose, with every member of your rag tag group of master criminals speaking over each other. Sounding less than the well-oiled con machine you were and more like a room full of school children. 

“He’s an idiot, that’s why I always say we shouldn’t work with him…” Dean growled from next to you, just as Charlie made some very apt comparisons between the mobster and a chimpanzee. Though you barely even caught either’s words over your own tired groan. 

“Holy… God, how the hell did he get caught?” You shot towards Sam, though you knew the youngest Winchester wouldn’t have held back on the details if he knew anything else. 

“You know Crowley. If nothing else, the man believes he’s untouchable. The king of the underground. So of course he had none of his own men with him,” Sam just sighed with a tired shrug of his shoulders. Leaning forward, your intelligence guy seemed just as lost as you as his big hands splayed against the wood of the table to steady himself as all his perfectly laid plans were shaken off kilter by Crowley’s antics.

“So… What now?” Castiel spoke up, keeping much more calm than the rest of your group. As always, your grifter was the most composed one among you as he leaned back in his seat. The last remnants of his latest role still shining through in the cocky hold of his shoulders and the slightly bored look in his eyes. Damn it, you hated it when he stayed in character. But the job was still on, and nothing could shake him from his role. 

“Now… We have to change our plans,” Sam gritted the words out through clenched teeth. If there was one thing your intelligence guy hated, it was anyone messing with his carefully laid plans. After all, he didn’t have a folder for ‘what to do if your idiot collaborator decided he feels like being kidnapped’. 

“We have to save him… Don’t we?” Charlie said with a sigh as she let her head drop to the desk with a dull thud. 

Pouting at your best friend you let out another annoyed groan. 

You knew she was right. But that didn’t mean you had to like it. After all, the problem with being an actual super thief with a heart of gold was that you actually had a heart. So you felt bad when you did bad, even if it was still kind of part of the job description. Maybe less so now than before, but you were still technically breaking the law. The devil and angel on your respective shoulders were mortal enemies, yet somehow also friends with benefits. Which wasn’t really great for your moral compass. As Charlie had said earlier that day; your rag tag group all had questionable morals. 

And though Crowley was an absolute ass, you knew you’d feel bad if he ended up with a brand new shiny pair of cement shoes at the bottom of a bay somewhere just because he was helping you out with a job. Even if he’d made sure to squeeze as much money as he possibly could out of you. You all would, unfortunately. 

“Do we have to?” Dean’s groaned, tired voice echoed your thoughts perfectly as he finally spoke up again. Though you knew your hitter wouldn’t leave anyone he was working with hanging out to dry. Even if the person in question kind of deserved it. 

“I guess we have to…?” You sighed, the statement coming out more like a question as you looked up at Sam. After all, him and Bobby made all your plans. At the end of the day, it was all up to them. You wouldn’t move without his green light. Even if you would drag your feet moving when he finally gave the signal. 

“Yeah, we need a revised plan, one including getting Crowley out of his own mess,” Sam confirmed, though he didn’t look all that happy with his own words either, sinking back into his seat from where he’d stood up to deliver the bad news.

“He annoys me though…” Charlie shot in as you all went silent, looking at the speaker as you waited for Bobby to talk some sense into you. 

“He annoys all of us kid, but we have to save him. If nothing else because he’s a liability,” Bobby’s voice finally spoke up through the speaker with a humorless laugh. 

“Ok. So what’s the new plan then?” You shot in, before another chorus of groans could shave even more time off of your planning. Hell, even though you were annoyed, maybe this was for the best? You had energy to burn through, and as the team’s retrieval expert, it would most likely be up to you to… Retrieve, the mobster. 

Plus, a job would mean you wouldn’t have time to think about the gun range. Or Dean. Or what the hell all of that was. Which the little escape artist you called a heart really appreciated.

“We need to hit them from multiple angles,” Bobby said through the speaker after taking a beat to think things through. Your mastermind was coming through for you once more. You could almost hear the gears grinding as he threw together a new rescue plan on the spot. Or, hell… That was probably still just background traffic, or Bobby changing the gears of his beat up truck, but it sure as hell sounded like gears grinding. 

“Crowley might be a bastard, but he’ll be true to his word. At least as long as the bad guys don’t offer him more money than we already have. Which, knowing their type, I doubt they will. They’re a miserly bunch of bastards,” Bobby continued as you all just nodded at the speaker. Still acting like the little piece of plastic and wiring could see you. 

“But, we can’t let them catch us. And we can’t let rescuing our damsel interfere with our plans,” He mused, as he worked out the kinks in his new plan out loud. Leaving you all to hold your breath, muscles tense as you waited for him to pull the trigger; firing you all into action. 

“Castiel, you need to hit them on their home turf. I want you to use your new persona to pay them a little visit at their white washed headquarters. Keep the bigger guys busy while we save our man,” Bobby finally said, earning a little nod from Castiel, who was quickly falling fully back into character. 

“They won’t be expecting me though… Might pose a problem,” Castiel’s voice was flat and void of emotion as he drawled the words. Making you shiver as you realized it wasn’t Cas speaking anymore. He was once more fully in character. 

“True.. Charlie, you go with him. Sneak into the IT department and set up some meetings in their calendars with Castiel’s cover. While you’re there, take this opportunity to plant some surprises in their system. A nice little bonus for messin’ with our plans,” Bobby easily corrected his own plans without breaking a sweat as you all sat waiting for your own orders. 

Watching your red headed hacker across the table, you cocked an eyebrow as Charlie’s cheshire cat grin replaced her former annoyance. Your best friend was nearly bouncing in her seat as Bobby gave her her role in the new plan. A wicked look in her eyes that… Honestly? Kind of scared you. She clearly had something up her sleeve, since she was normally not that happy to do field work. 

“Finally! I made this little virus a looong time ago. I can hide it in their servers and set it off with a click of a button whenever we want. It’ll cripple them, send their client’s data to a competitor of our choice and wipe their whole server clean. Their expensive computers and servers will just be overpriced paperweights when I’m through with them,” The red head was close to laughing maniacally as she let you all in on whatever it was she found so funny. 

“Good, sounds like just the thing we need kid,” Bobby didn’t even try to hide the pride in his voice as he responded to Charlie’s delight. A small chuckle escaping your normally tough-as-nails boss, before he cleared throat and fell silent, trying to formulate the actual rescue mission. 

“Alright… So while Cas and Charlie keep the higher-ups busy, we’ll need to get Crowley out as soon as possible. Dean, (Y/N) and Sam, I want the three of you to hit the spot where they’re keeping ‘im,” He finally continued after a brief pause, where you swore you could actually see him entering his own little mind palace through the small speaker. 

“Sammy… They might have some mid-level guys there. Crowley’s a pretty big mark for them after all. So they might have brought in someone a bit higher up than just your common muscle to keep an eye on him. Though if we’re lucky they haven’t gotten there yet. I want you to play the role of mid-level boss yourself or distract them if the bosses are already there. I trust you to figure out how,” 

“Quietly?” Sam shot in as he rolled his shoulders, his jaw set and clearly ready for a fight. Nothing pissed off the younger Winchester more than having someone mess up your jobs. Though you didn’t miss the way his hazel eyes softened from the trust his adoptive father placed in him. 

“Quietly, if possible. But feel free to get rough if the situation calls for it,” Bobby said after only a moment of deliberation. You weren’t worried that your mastermind was sending the youngest Winchester after the area bosses, hell, you’d seen Sam fight. And though Dean normally took on the role as the loud and violent distraction in any of your jobs, you knew his younger brother could more than hold his own in a fight. 

“So you want me to go get our damsel?” Dean sounded nearly nauseous as he asked the question. Seeming no more willing to go save the Scotsman than you were. 

“No. Your job’s a lot more important than that Dean,” Bobby shot back, causing Dean to frown as he leaned closer towards the speaker, waiting for his orders. 

“You need to keep our retrieval expert safe. (Y/N) will be the one infiltrating. If everything goes as planned, she should get in and out quietly with Crowley in tow while Sam poses as one of the bosses, or at least a mouthpiece for one to draw their attention. And you stand at the ready to help our girl out if something goes wrong,” Bobby shot back, leaving no room for arguing in his words. Though you could see Dean’s jaw tick in annoyance at the thought of you going in alone to save the greased up mobster. 

“Alright, I’ll go play knight in shiny harnesses and save our damsel. Dean will have my back, outside. Right?” You shot in, wanting to cut Dean off before he still tried to argue with your mastermind’s orders. Which, by the look of his eyes burning into the speaker, he was moments away from doing. 

Moving those same burning green orbs off of the speaker, Dean’s eyes settled on you as he tried to make you back down. But there was no way you would. You were the retrieval expert. Bobby’s plan made sense, even if Dean for some reason refused to see it. 

This was a job. Whatever had happened in the gun range took the backseat when there was a job to do. So even though your body was still heated from the feel of your hitter devouring you only 30 minutes earlier, you were not backing down. You were a big girl, and retrieval was your thing. 

“Right,” After a beat or two of silence, Dean sighed in defeat as he spat out the single word between gritted teeth. His eyes resting on you for just a second more before quickly standing up to get ready. 

It was time to go save yourself a damsel.

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The ride to the job in Sam’s beat up truck was awkward, for the lack of a better word.  

Not only had Dean not-so-subtly been sending you burning looks through the rear-view mirror that made it very hard for you to focus on your rescue mission. But Sam and Dean kept arguing the finer details of the case. Mainly surrounding you and your role. 

And by that you meant Dean kept arguing the details.

Your hitter kept suggesting changes to the plan, which coincidentally all involved him going in first to clear a path for you, which you swiftly ignored. You didn’t need a damn babysitter. Dean had seen you in action before. Hell, you’d nearly knocked him out the first time he came to recruit you. But, you had no choice but to keep your mouth shut, or risk getting dragged into a shouting match with the two most stubborn men you knew. After all, no matter what Dean said, Bobby had made your roles crystal clear. 

You were the retrieval expert. You would be going in to save the idiotic Scotman with a suit fetish and a hard-on for his personal tailor. No matter how much your green eyed hitter batted his long lashes at you or pouted like a giant man baby in the shotgun seat. 

“I wish we could just turn this damn car around and leave the bastard to rot,” Dean groaned from the front seat after another round of arguing about who should do what during the job.

“Well, we’re basically here, so a bit too late for that Dean,” Sam sighed, sounding like he wished for nothing more than to turn the beat up truck he refused to part with around too. 

“We’re here? Good, let me go do my thing,” Cutting off the new round of arguing over the plan that you knew Dean was gearing up for, you spoke up for the first time since the car ride started. Both to at least get one shot in against Dean, but also because you were beyond ready to get your thieving on. Finally perking up at the idea of being out of the tense atmosphere in the car and away from Dean’s burning eyes, you nearly bounced in your seat from the thought of some much needed action to burn off all the dirty energy in your body. 

“You seem weirdly eager to rescue Crowley (Y/N),” Sam said as he pulled up and parked just half a block from where the mobsters had locked up your ‘damsel’. The hazel eyes meeting yours in the rear-view mirror looked at you in concern, as if you were possessed or losing your mind just because you were happy to work. 

Though, hell, if you had been possessed you would have ‘jesus take the wheel’-ed the shit out of that. With the way your life was going, you were just about ready to issue an open invitation to any demon who wanted to come take control of your life. Whichever demon was brave enough to come sort out your mess would have earned their permanent residence in the husk you called your body. You could be roomies. 

Maybe Netflix would give you a movie deal; a whimsical sitcom about you and your demon roommate. You’d name it ‘Doom Mates’ and Charlie would hate it.  

But, unfortunately, there was no demon willing to possess you and sort out your messy relationships. So, you were forced to do it yourself (or at least avoid the hell out of it) as you once more ignored Dean’s eyes in the rear-view mirror and wrenched open the truck door to jump out as soon as Sam had brought the car to a full stop. 

“I’m not thrilled about the… Subject of the retrieval. But it’s been a minute and a half since I last got to stretch my infiltration muscles. Plus, Charlie made me a new harness, and I need to play with it,” You shot back at Sam as he followed you out of the truck. Swallowing the many other reasons as to why you nearly needed the gig. Like the forest fire burning in Dean’s eyes, or how you could still taste the ghost of spiced peppermint on the tip of your tongue. 

Taking a shaky breath, you plastered your best imitation of a smile on your face and turned to squint down the street as Sam pointed out the building where Crowley was kept to the rest of you. The sight of the unlit neon sign outside of the business in question had your smile fall as you grimaced at the damned cliché. 

They had Crowley locked up in an empty, closed down nightclub. 

Because of course they did. 

Would it kill the bad guys to be fucking original for once? Why was it always warehouses, empty buildings or abandoned lots? Why couldn’t you go save someone from a fun place for once in your life? Like DisneyLand, or an active water park… Or at least somewhere with an open bar. Because, fuck, you could use a drink. 

Frowning at the building from half a block away, you busied yourself checking your equipment as the Winchester brothers continued their circular argument about the plan. Meanwhile, you were busy making plans of your own. From what you could see, the baddies had all congregated around the front of the building based on the few cars you could just about glimpse peeking out around the corner. Clearly not seeing Crowley as a big a threat as he thought he was. Which didn’t really damage your infiltration options much, as you’d usually never choose the front of the building as an entrance point anyway. 

Hell, from your vantage point, you could clearly see multiple ways into the nightclub. Including an unguarded rear entrance just begging you to walk in and sneak Crowley out from right under their noses. Still, as Sam had pointed out more than one time in his argument with Dean on the car ride over, you should be prepared for the worst. 

The unguarded rear entrance could be a trap. You had no way of knowing. So an infiltration plan was still needed. 

“Do you think you can get in from the roof (Y/N)? Charlie got us the blueprints, and there seems to be a skylight up there. Might mean you’ll get eyes on Crowley as well before you make your way inside,” Sam seemed to finally get sick of shooting down all of Dean’s ideas as he directed his next question at you instead.

After all, Bobby wanted this to be done quietly. And Dean going in first to loudly, and most likely violently, clear a path for you wasn’t exactly quiet. 

“You want me to throw myself in through a skylight and rappel into mobster territory? That’s a crazy idea… Insane!  I mean, there’s a perfectly good door right there,” You stage whispered, acting it up for the non-existent cameras as you pointed towards the unguarded rear entrance to the abandoned club. 

Ok… So maybe you were playing it up just that little bit extra to annoy your hitter. Who suddenly seemed to think you were incapable of performing even a simple retrieval mission. As if you’d lost all your hard earned skills after one makeout session. 

Who the hell did he think he was? Some sort of fucking dementor? Sucking out your ability to scale a wall with just one kiss?

The man was a damned good kisser, sure, but just because you could be someone’s good girl and be willingly shaped up against their body one second that did not diminish your skills as the fucking awesome super thief you were. You were fully capable of being a goddamn professional, and drown in peppermint spiced kisses thank-you-very-much. 

“So… You’ll do it?” Sam asked, the small tight smile of his lips tinged with mirth as he rolled his eyes at your drama queen act and the subsequent low growl that left his older brother in response. Though you knew he was just asking for the sake of a verbal confirmation, as you could see him gearing up to go distract the guys out front and buy you some time. 

“Of course I fucking will. This is gonna be awesome,” You grinned as you dipped back into the back of Sam’s truck to stuff a few additional toys and gadgets, courtesy of your awesome best friend, into your backpack. Including the new harness you had to take for a test spin.

“(Y/N)...” Dean tried, though you could tell the fight had gone out of him as his tense shoulders fell and his hands busied themself with double checking his own little arsenal. Still, for a second you froze. Taking a few deep breaths before stepping out of where you’d been halfway inside Sam’s car to fully see the Winchester brothers again.

Saying nothing, you simply raised an eyebrow at your hitter as you hoisted your go-bag up on your shoulder. Lips drawn in a thin line as you waited for whatever argument he had planned to stop you from doing your favorite thing in the whole damn world; throwing yourself off of a roof and into a building, however absolutely batshit insane that sounded. 

“You got this, just stay safe,” He finally sighed in defeat, giving you a soft smile which you returned with an enthusiastic grin. 

“You know I will,” You shot back, throwing a quick wink at both boys before quickly and quietly making your way towards the back of the building. Only throwing a glance back to see Sam get back in the car, ready to drive up front, and Dean setting out after you, just slightly to the left. Moving towards the building from another angle to set up camp near the rear entrance. 

It was go time.

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a fever dream of a scene

Mikasa Ackerman. Jean Kirschtein. Film Sets. Edgy Music Videos. Fake Blood. Actors AU. 1789 words. (ao3.) reposting bc i'm an idiot who posted this on the wrong blog...

It’s fair to say that this piece differs from her usual on-camera fare. Is it abstract? Yes. Did she agree to be paid scale despite all the expensive costumes and props? Of course. Is it not marred with discussions from casting directors over whether she’s Asian enough to play Yakuza #3? Absolutely. 

As Mikasa slowly looks up to the camera, she hopes that both the tear in her left eye and the fake blood in her mouth move down her face in a way that adheres to the creator’s vision. All the storyboards and sketches she had looked over didn’t compare to actually creating the shot, a process that required her to become the clay that conforms to the sculptor’s needs. The camera is focused on her and nothing else in the room, in her head she can already imagine that everything behind her is a blur.

She’s not sure how much time passes until she hears Jean say, “Cut!” 

She takes a moment to catch her breath, then glances at Jean near the monitor. Instead of looking at the screen he’s talking to Armin, discussing the details of the shot as his trusty cinematographer adjusts the camera. 

Before she can truly tune into the conversation, Mikasa is approached by the make-up artist. 

Pieck is exceedingly chipper for someone who’s been handling fake blood all day, especially fake blood that’s been swirling in the gums of the talent. The most amusing thing of all is that the goop isn’t even dyed red, but pitch black to better appear on camera. 

With a dissonantly serene smile Pieck walks up to Mikasa at the end of the table, reaching over with a paper cup to allow the talent to spit out whatever’s left in her mouth. 

“Chin up, buttercup?” Pieck asks and Mikasa does so, allowing the make-up artist to wipe off the remaining blood with a cotton pad. “Thank you.”

Mikasa is used to this treatment, the hankering feeling that she’s being absolutely pampered while the other crew members do their jobs around her. In the corner of her eye she can spot the lighting team adjusting the c-stands around the dining room, as well as Connie tending to the camera like most 1st ACs would. They move with a kind of rhythm that she’s scared to disrupt, so in the time that she remains where she is to recollect herself. 

The shooting location is large by New York standards, an Upper East Side townhouse that just screams early Gossip Girl. Despite that, the studio seems determined to pack as many people in the room as they can before it becomes a fire hazard, as time is money despite their abundance of that as well. It’s not as ungodly hot as some sets she’s been on, but Mikasa is still relieved when she spots an overworked PA cracking a window and letting the room breathe. 

“I don’t know how you do it,” Pieck soon says, catching Mikasa’s attention. 

“Do what?”

Pieck reaches for her trusty make-up artist tool belt and pulls out a brush, then begins fixing the foundation on the talent’s face. “Cry on cue.”

Mikasa lets out a hum. It’s moments like this where she’s thankful to be a working actress — what other career warrants putting “Can Cry Realistically” on her resume? It’s certainly been a while she’s been able to flex that skill as well, as the demands of her theatre work would be marred by the presence of tears. Singing eight shows a week and sobbing each time is definitely a recipe for disaster, as she’s discovered the hard way. 

“I’m a dweller,” she soon answers. “I dwell.”

Pieck begins using a fine-toothed comb on Mikasa’s hair, doing her best to keep it brushed out of her pretty face. “Dwell on what?”

Mikasa shrugs. “Everything… everything that’s bad. There’s a lot of that, isn’t there?”

There is a beat while the only sound Mikasa can hear is that of the busy film crew, the bustle of Manhattan outside the window, and Pieck applying some hairspray to a loose strand. 

Soon Pieck lets out a scoff. “Well damn, I could never do that,” she partially jokes, but there is a slight sense of seriousness to her tone. “If I started crying I’d never stop.” 

Mikasa hums once more, which is usually as close as she can get to a laugh. Before she can say anything else she hears the 1st ADs voice from across the set. 

“Roll on playback!” Historia’s voice commands. For someone who’s barely above the five-foot line, she’s certainly an expert at making a whole-ass film crew listen to her. What she lacks in height she truly makes up for in sheer tenacity.

Mikasa glances at the monitor set-up to see Jean and Armin watching the screen. For a second Jean looks to her, then gestures for her to come over. 

“Wanna see?” he asks, and Mikasa nods her head. 

She stands from the table and walks over, doing her best to avoid tripping on cables and harming the gown she’s been given. Being told that the garment costs more than her rent makes her act extra careful as she traverses the set, and that’s saying something because New York will be New York. She can’t help but wonder if the producers struggled to find “dress insurance” before shooting began, especially since such a pretty outfit will spend an entire day near fake blood.

Mikasa arrives at the monitor just in time to see the footage play. On the screen she is colored in black and white, depicted in the center of a narrower aspect ratio that makes the image to evoke the energy of a vintage photograph, just crisper. She looks straight down the barrel with a death glare, the blood on her lip and the tear down her face moving with more synchronicity than she expected. Jean and Armin did mention that they were using the project as an opportunity to experiment, and if the unconventional framing wasn’t an indicator than the shot of blood dribbling down her chin certainly was. 

Her shoulder brushes Jean’s as she stands next to him. When she looks over she thinks he looks the most “director-ly” as he’s ever appeared — with his weathered baseball cap, worn-in work boots, and his month-old unkempt beard that tells the world exactly how much sleep he’s been getting. He looks happier in this particular element as well, free to express and to explore within a wider range of imagery and concepts — far less confined to whatever the studio wants him to do in order to get the best return on investment. A monochrome music video for some indie band she’s never heard of is certainly a change of pace from his usual work, which is usually limited to whatever teen drama about vampires needs a director that day. 

The vision on the monitor resembles what he had pitched the studio, that being if a Christian Dior ad had an edgy child and neglected it. If anything, Jean is both earning his paycheque and his stripes as a horror director.  

As the footage plays, Jean turns to his side and their gazes meet. He gives her a smile that masks his sleep deprivation and nudges her shoulder like she did to him. 

“I think we’re printing this one,” he tells her softly. “So you’re done crying for the day.” 

“I can handle it,” Mikasa insists, rolling her eyes. Though deep down a part of her is grateful, less for the lack of crying and more for no longer having to put that gnarly mix of corn syrup and food coloring in her mouth.  

“I know,” Jean agrees, smiling playfully. 

He puts an arm around her and holds her close. She doesn’t protest his gesture, even if it’s a more affectionate sign than she expected him to show on set. With everyone moving around them so quickly she can’t imagine someone has the time to judge the director and lead actress who just happen to be romantically involved. Though she is slightly surprised that no one has questioned the director’s choice to cast his partner in the role of a woman who kills and cannibalizes her wealthy husband before stealing all his money. 

“You’re doing great, by the way,” he makes sure to say, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. 

Mikasa can’t hide the smile on her face, even when a part of her knows that they’re technically on the job and need to maintain a certain air of professionalism. Her life and career has always been a series of ups and downs — standing with her boyfriend in an expensive dress as they watch a fever dream of a scene is never where she expected to be, but it’s a place she is grateful for irregardless. To have someone always in her corner, especially in this industry, is a blessing in the purest form. 

Mikasa turns to him and presses a kiss to his cheek, something he seems happy to receive even if only for a second. 

Once it’s all done he slips into director mode again. Historia walks up to him and asks if he likes the shot, and when Jean says yes she loudly announces to the crew that they’re moving on.

Everyone traverses the set as diligently as they can. The lighting team moves the c-stands and sand bags, the art director wipes off the fake blood from the ebony table, and the script supervisor is furiously jotting down information about the last shot. Mikasa finds one of the folding chairs near the monitor and sits, preferring to remain out of the way as the people who actually have shit to do go on their way. She’s not exactly sure which scene they’ll be setting up next, but her best guess is that it’s either the one where she runs barefoot down a shadowy hall or burns handwritten letters in a fire. No matter which one, she has a few minutes to spare before Jean calls her to block the scene.

As Mikasa settles into her spot, she sees Jean walking up to Armin and Connie at the camera. As Armin tinkers with the device like most cinematographers would, she spots Connie sporting a wide smirk on his face. 

“Hey…” Connie starts, playfully nudging the director.  “What do I get when I’m doing great?”

Mikasa looks amused while Jean looks a lot less so. There is a beat while he glares daggers at his friend, staring in a way that would imply a certain degree of annoyance, then in one swift movement Jean kisses the palm of his hand before pressing it flat against Connie’s face. 

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For the writing asks, do the 3s: 3, 13, 23, etc.

For this fanfic writer ask game!

3. On a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

I’d say 6 or 7. I’m a romantic, but I don’t really read romance? I’m more into the romance being a secondary or tertiary storyline. And a good romance, to me, is built upon the small moments of the big, hectic adventure of life, so that’s where I love finding it in a good story!

13. Talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

There Are No Roads (Time Circuits #2.5) was a huge surprise to me. In my OC x canon rewrite, it was meant to be this 10K oneshot of Doc’s time in 1885 before Marty showed up, and it turned in a 40K, 9-chapter fic where each chapter was dedicated to a month, the last of which detailed the timeline of September 1885B (if Doc had been shot at the festival/ Marty hadn’t shown up). I loved the minor characters that took on a life of their own, the subplots that flourished, and the exploration I got to do of the canon characters. I’m still, to this day, immensely proud of it and reread it often.

23. How do you deal with writer's block?

At the moment? Not very well, lol. For real, usually, getting out an actual notebook with a pen and just writing out “Why do we feel stuck?” and prompting myself like that leads to me talking to myself for a page or so until my brain untangles something. Or I’ll ask, “What part are we excited to write next?”, list a scene or two, then tell myself to just write a line or two for them right now (which ends up turning into a few hundred words). I still panic when it happens, though, like I don’t know if it will help. 

(Also, apologies to anyone reading it, but I am a little blocked and lack motivation on Once Upon a Time in the North right now. But it will get done!)

33. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

I guess the characters come to mind first with a vague haze of a plot around them. As I build one, the other fills out, and it’s a back and forth. Then, as I go on, it becomes, “how does the character react if I do this? What if their reaction is the opposite of what I expect? What does that say for their character AND the story?” They’re very co-dependent to me.

43. How did writing change you?

Writing grounds me. It’s the ability to have control and create order with words and ideas I lack in real life, especially as someone who went undiagnosed with severe ADHD until adulthood. I was always centered and focused the most when I had good music structuring a scene in my mind, and I love editing because of that control I have to form the narrative just the way I want. 

53. When writing, do you have an outline? And do you stick to it?

For longer fics, definitely. I try to tell myself to adhere to the basic structure I’ve laid out, but I’ve moved stuff around, like moving scenes from the end of one chapter to the beginning of the next or, within a chapter, rearranging those scenes. After Time Circuits, I gave up the rigid outlining for a bit just to see how I’d fare, but I still end up with loose outlines in my notebooks when working stuff out. 

63. What’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

I have no idea! That’s a great question! I can’t really think of one off the top of my head!

73. How do you visualize scenes? Do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

I’m a very visual person, so when I write, there is a movie playing out on the page. Then, once I have it out, I go back and fill in the introspection and detail the setting a bit more.

83. Less is more or more is more?

Less is more. God, I’ve been learning that lesson since I started taking writing seriously in college (again, because I tend to be wordy). Learning how to be succinct and hit people with just the right words is a lot of fun, and I like to practice that with the many drabbles I write throughout the year. They are great practice!

93. Do you hear other people’s writing styles when they talk?

So, and this might sound strange, but I don’t talk to a lot of writers to where I audibly hear them? I chat with fellow writers online, and I can see the similarities if I’m looking for them, but for the most part, this doesn’t really apply to me! I’ve never talked to/ chatted with someone where it was immediately apparent. Sometimes I think I’m that person, though!

Thanks for the ask!! :D

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Book Review: The Living Dead (Daniel Kraus, George A. Romero)

Been wanting to read this for a good long while (Well, 2019 I guess). First, I had to wait for the standard annual wait between hardback and the more desirable/affordable paperback, then I had to wait for that to be a bit more affordable too. And, well...I also had to muster up the determination to actually read the damn thing, because this book is huge, and whilst not the biggest book out there by any means, it’s very easily the largest one I’ve read since I rekindled my love of books during the Covid lockdown in 2020.

And it is big for a reason, this is a true epic of a zombie novel, one that spans over a decade and follows a huge assortment of different characters in a wide array of different locations/circumstances. Across nearly 800 pages (In the paperback at least), this is the late, great George A. Romero’s definitive and final word on the ‘Dead’ series he created back in 1968. One that covers pretty much everything you could hope to cover on the subject, and it does so with his well known understanding that largely it’s less about the zombies and more about the blood-soaked mirror they hold up to the real world and the way humanity behaves within it. But still ripping guts out and all that fun stuff. The best of both worlds, I say! Now, obviously Romero himself didn’t write the novel, or at least he didn’t manage to finish it. Daniel Kraus was brought in to write it after the legendary director’s passing in 2017, using unfinished writing, notes and plans, and various loosely connected short stories by Romero to bring this final piece of work to life. Now sadly, and despite a chunky authors note at the end which is well worth the read, I remain unclear on how much of this was actually Romero’s work and how much has been improvised by Kraus, but all the same it ended up a mostly quite excellent read.

‘The Living Dead’ is broken up into three acts. More-so it’s broken up into two acts with a short bit of connective tissue between to bridge the large gap of years between start and end. The first act is set broadly in the first couple weeks of the ‘Dawn’, charting what could well be the first instance of someone coming back from the dead, and then exploring, through a wide array of perspectives and locations, how humanity responds to the end of the world as we know it. Amongst our collection of protagonists are a pair of pathologists, a woman living in a trailer park, a TV journalist and a Naval officer stationed on a aircraft carrier. To name but a few. Needless to say all their differing locations, ages and perspectives lead to a multitude of different tones and scales. With the Naval element providing the kind of bombastic insanity that would’ve likely never made it to the big screen for budgetary/content reasons, whilst the pathologist thread is more intimate and sombre. The main things connecting all these stories, bar some loose shared elements, is both the viscerally described and brutal nature of the violence that ensues, and the way in which both modern American life, and the concept of death and undeath, are explored in both sociopolitical and philosophical contexts. There’s a lot of ‘evil phone bad’ kinda stuff that didn’t quite work for me, but beyond that it’s all quite engaging, and turns the novel into as much of a grim reflection on human nature, in all its highs and lows, in addition to faith and class/race division, as it is a blood and guts zombie epic. Which is exactly what Romero’s ‘Dead’ films were like at their absolute finest. The second act, which I won’t spoil the grander details of, takes place over a decade after the dead rose, and sees several of the previously established characters ending up in the same location. In my opinion, this act is where the novel gets the most wild and interesting with its zombie elements. Again, it’s best left discovering yourself, but there’s certainly a lot more to all of this than just zombies munching on legs and limbs, and this more nuanced and elaborate take on the undead, again, feeds into the politically charged and ultimately pessimistic vibes of the overall story.

And it is a mostly quite grim read. If you aren’t into gore, even when written down on paper, this isn’t the book for you. If you’re looking for something that will raise your spirits or offer happy endings...you clearly haven’t watched Romero’s previous works in the genre, that much is certain. This is a bleak and brutal epic that questions humanities role on the Earth, and whether or not they can ever ultimately turn around the sinking ship that is modern civilisation into something better for both us, and the planet. There’s a lot of heavy, existential themes to contend with, so if you’re just looking for a bit of spooky fun, this ain’t gonna do it for you. Especially given its titanic length. Personally, I found it all quite fascinating and gripping to read through. I was really worried before starting that this was going to be a slog...it’s a huge book, and if a huge book isn’t hooking you in, then you’re going to be stuck on it for a long time. Fortunately I enjoyed it a lot, and whilst some elements maybe overextend into goofy or extremely contrived territory, as a lot of Romero’s works ultimately did, even those were at the very least still striking and entertaining.

This is certainly a much better final word on the zombie phenomena Romero himself created back in the 60s, as opposed to the, frankly, abysmal ‘Survival of the Dead’ from 2010, which sadly constituted his final cinematic work. With Romero’s ideas and Daniel Kraus’ strong and poetic writing, this is a must-read for any fan of the genre, and indeed any fan of the ‘Dead’ series of films. Some of it may come across as a little familiar (Shades of ‘World War Z’ for instance), as a lot of zombie material does these days, but ultimately the scope and final destination of the epic journey make this one of the definitive works of zombie media. Flawed in parts, but still highly recommended.

Read it or Leave it : Read It.

Reading Next (The Lamplighters by Emma Stonex)

[sidlamaute]

The Persistence of Sport Death -- Spring 2024

Summary: Translating a mural into a dynamic, 3D representation was an amazing challenge to give myself. In coming back to the earliest craft I learned--sewing--I decided to push myself to come up with techniques I'd never tried before.

My community from MIT has a classic motto: "Sport Death: Only Life Can Kill You". The meaning amounts to something along the lines of "live life to the fullest" and/or "carpe diem" (even though as someone who studied Latin for a decade, it's important to note that the context of "carpe diem" in Horace's poem has a narrower focus and more lascivious intent than that which many people think in the modern day.) Here's what the default iconography looks like--"ONLY LIFE CAN KILL YOU" is spelled out in the teeth of the skull.

My friend made the mural in the heading picture, a variation of the default skull, in 2009. The brain actually consists of letters that spell out "SPORT DEATH 2HNC" (in which 2HNC is where she lived in the community's dorm). She told me it came to her in a dream, in which the colors of the letters were continually shifting and changing.

The way the folding of the skull could be captured by ruching fabric was what drew me toward making this a sewing project. My challenge was then to find fabrics that exhibited the closest to iridescence that I could find, so that when the light caught it at different angles, the colors would exhibit the same shifting and changing quality as she envisioned.

Between December 2023 and March 2024 I bought fabrics from 5 different shops in NYC, yielding 12 total to work with for the letters alone. (In this process, I once had to pull out my rusty French to try to communicate the idea of "iridescence" to a francophone shop assistant.)

I already had a physical print-out of the skull in my possession, so I traced its outline and experimented with what I wanted the skull to say--I never lived on 2HNC and wanted to make this a more broadly applicable piece. Here were some sketches:

(I replaced 2HNC here with "[heart] ROAST" in the first picture because I was preparing this for our annual reunion, called Steer Roast. Also, sorry for the quality of the second image.)

By the end of drafting, I decided to go with "SPORT DEATH 4EVER", then did some math to scale up the skull, and drew it on a clear sheet of plastic so that I could trace patterns later.

My initial planned technique for the letters was to have every part of each letter raised to look most like the folds of a brain and really feature the iridescent qualities of each fabric, like in this prototype "S":

However, because I was working with a lot of different fabrics, many less tightly woven and/or stiff, it was hard to sew many of them in a bent position. Also, since the "stripes" were achieved with often heterogeneous types of fabrics, the differing stiffnesses made it hard to constrain the letters to their intended shapes. And all of that is putting aside all the measurement required to achieve the fluid curves of each letter using this 3D technique. Due to my time constraints (I wanted to present this at the reunion from May 3-5, but started sewing on weekends in March, and had to hand sew every letter to use different thread colors for each), I decided to revisit my plan. Creating loops of one fabric atop another flat fabric still produced the intended effect while making construction much easier.

The letters came out pretty satisfyingly, and one can see the shift in color a bit from these 2 slightly different angles. (The following pictures were taken before doing the final trimming of loose strands.)

After the letters, the other 3D details were:

The stars, which I folded and hand-sewed to make them slightly raised rather than completely flush with the surface. Even though they were going to be scrunched up, I wanted them to pop.

The ooze. I wanted to make sure it actually hung over the eye rather than being sewn directly on top, and sewed on a backside to make it round, like how actual dripping paint would appear.

Ruching, which was a new technique for me, and it took some experimentation, but I was pretty satisfied with the high-level effect produced in the end.

Finally, to assemble everything on the 2XL shirt I bought so that I could show off this work all day at the reunion, I decided to sew down velcro and velcro the skull components and teeth onto the shirt rather than sew it all down directly so that:

I could adjust placement of all the parts on the fly

I would be able to machine wash the shirt, as many of the fabrics in the letters would likely disintegrate in the machine.

I bought some skeleton gloves to complete the effect (and save me sewing time to avoid reinventing the wheel), and voilà! The friend who made the initial mural was absolutely floored when she saw the final product, and I received a lot of love overall for my own labor of love. What I Learned: new sewing techniques (especially ruching), converting 2D art into 3D, and, I suppose, how to (barely) describe iridescent materials in French.

[characterdesignillustration]

A2 Outline

Ok, so firstly, why? What's the point in going through all this effort just to trace it over again? One word; consistency. In my messy A3 sketch I was able to play loose and sloppy when putting the basic forms in, but for this A2 poster I want to have consistent line thickness/straightness along with fully formed characters/monsters. Working in all these layers will help me actualise the look better and better with each iteration. It might take a long while before I'm done, but that's the sacrifice I suppose.

Here's some focus on the wing, making sure it looks proportionally consistent, putting emphasis on the feathers closest to our perspective. Since the feathers act as directional lines pointing towards the centre of the piece it's important to have them nice and clear in the scene.

Further elaborating on the idea of directional lines it's probably a good time to point out how I've used them. All monsters below look directly at the character bringing attention to him along with the wings pointing towards him. Add on a fisheye perspective that emphasises the middle of the composition I've basically create a cage of focus where the eye will always lead to the main character no matter where they start.

I've traced the title and now it looks a lot more solid, and I especially like the idea of the wings overlapping with the title, it adds depth and makes it feel like the title is apart of the piece. I've also made the font cleaner as well, though it feels like some detail on the tiles is missing, might add some later.

I've made the smoke collar less complex, only using big simplistic swirls to simulate smoke motion rather than many little ones that'd probably blend in with the feathers which would really mess up the composition's balance.

I've also come back to the plank detail, this time making the planks easier to read with greater simplicity.

I've also changed up Hunter's pose, this time an attack stance, or maybe in action (?). I just felt like a simple static pose wouldn't be interesting to look at, especially for a movie poster that's trying to convey a sense of urgency.

Here we go, an action scene of hunter bashing the skull of some skeleton creature, though the creature definitely feels way too small compared to hunter.

Here's the two in basic outline. I had to size up the bone creature, but in doing so their line density has gotten thicker which is definitely undesired ESPECIALLY when the main character is right beside it. Hunter should have equal or higher line density than the bone creature since he's supposed to be the main focus here. I might have to trace over my skeleton creature to get this effect.

Here's the planks now and I think they look amazing. I intended for the detail to grow denser around the ends of the walk to simulate distance, and it works quite well to create a sense of distance and scale.

The main and background buildings are in. If you look at the background buildings for too long they start to really look warped, which is intended, but what wasn't was some inconsistent window sizes. But, it's the sort of think you'd only find if you were specifically looking for it. The main building is looking really nice, and I especially love the graffiti as a concept still, just sneaking in a little subtitle that's integrated into the world so it isn't too blatant.

The rails and fence are finished. They go with eacother acting as an interesint visual parallel, also the fence chopping up the composition to make hunter really feel trapped in this situation is a good aspect as well. I made the rail planks like the platform planks cause the platform planks worked so well, though it took a lot of time. I was also having some trouble with lining up the right curve for the train tracks, so I got one good curve and copyed/pasted it 3 more times to create these rails (along with some transform warping with command + transform). It looks ok, I just really don't like the thickness of the lines and how they're quite pixelated.

I've also added this tiny pavement area infront of the background buildings, things just felt a little bar bones so this should fill in some valuable space.

Since I didn't have time to fully form a character design for hunter price I decided to do it here. 1. Cuts and bandages from fighting the monsters, 2. Iconic red coat, 3. ragged unshaven face to reflect his past, 4. hunting knife on leg to represent his interesting in hunting (hahagetit) 5. Iconic Cap for his Silhouette, 6. More practical trousers make sense within his character concept as he likes to go for walks and he hunts, 7. Scarf for dramatic dynamics when moving and also to look cool 8. a heavy backpack with a smiley face sewn onto it, a reference to the watchmen's smiley face which represents corruption, it's also a fun visual gag to lighten up a usually serious character, 9. Crowbar to hit things with.

The skeleton's lines area lot thinner now, which is better. It might clash with the thick lines of the background though, hopefully this isn't an issue moving forward.

Here's the complete designs for the skeleton monsters. Not much has changed except for the snake who's gained some light scales which give it some texture.

I was having trouble drawing this wheat field, it's hard to visualise on a page if you have time constraints. So I looked up some references and found this:

Which really helped me draw the wheat field. Now it looks great.

Added some fine detail to further deepen the poster, it looks good. A space that needed to be filled for sure.

Here's my final poster outline. It took ages to get to this point so I hope doing the values won't take nearly as much time.

[autumnalmind]

    I don’t have all my tags worked out yet, but this is right in my wheelhouse! I’ll be putting all my thoughts/writing under the cut, as I will...likely end up rambling.

    So, yes! I do experience “multi-shifts”! (I’ll simplify it to that shorthand for now.) Now, I’ve never had them overlap before- maybe my wings with my cat tail a few times- but to the point of having horns with ears or my ears + tail with scale-like claws? No. (And even then, please note that my wings are connected to a past life that still effects me today; they’re quite different from my theriotypes.)

    And that’s helped keep things very clear cut for me, which I appreciate. When I’m feeling more wolfdog (wolf...? low/high content wolfdog? I’m still figuring out the details), I crave to run in the woods. The woods is something very specific I miss in a wolf-shift; as well as howling, snarling, barks, and so on.

    Compare that to, say, my cat-shifts. As a domestic cat, I crave typical domestic cat things: parallel play, treats, sitting/laying in the sun, headbutts, purrs, and so on.

    I also have phantom limbs I feel, which effect each shift differently; my wide paws of the wolf and thick tail, versus the lithe body I feel as a domestic cat, with my longer (but still fluffy!) tail. (Getting into feline cladotherian is a whole ‘nother thing...)

    There’s also my dragon-shift. I don’t get this one nearly as consistent as the other two, but it’s also distinct in the feelings. Horns unlike those I’m familiar with. (Someone in my system.) Wings, that are yet still distinct from others. (Wider than Sera’s [nickname for past life] and, although leathery like Quinzy’s [alter], are still different in ways I cannot put to words.) There’s also missing my dark scales, and the patches of fur I had. The urge to nest on eggs; curl around them and settle into a cavern. (Though I settle for making a den (denning?) or nesting.)  A lot of pining for flight, as well, though the way my body moves as a dragon- again- sets it apart from other theriotypes.

.:.:.:.

   So! With all that said... Shapeshifting. I don’t consider myself to be one, as- in an ideal world- I would literally be able to shape-shift to my preferred form. (This carried over from my gender shenanigans; I would much prefer to get rid of and gain bits at will, rather than transition...)

    Now, could I be? Perhaps! I wouldn’t shoo off the idea immediately... However, I’d imagine that a shapeshifter feels more fluid in one identity to the next; wolf to dragon to cat, for example. They feel more “disjointed” to me, in the sense that... They’re very different headspaces, with few connecting tissue. I would feel like...from an outside view, perhaps, it’d be more like a fox befriending a dragon because they both live in dens and eat a variety of foods. Rather than the two being the same entity, viewing the same world from different perspectives.

   ...Does that make any sense?? Surprisingly, this got difficult to articulate. In short, I suppose it’s just they feel different in mindset.

    Anyways... On that note, on a hypothetical of being a shapeshifter...I don’t think so! Mostly because my current theriotypes have more or less settled in? I do believe there was a small stint as a horse- likely a loose, fic-link/copinglink with Epona [LoZ]- but considering how it didn’t stick...

    I feel like it could give me more insight on how certain species live! Find a new appreciation on their lives, and get a glimpse into it. Long term connections, however, I majorly doubt.

    (On a final system note, this got doubly hammered in with a potential bunny theriotype. Turns out, it seems an alter had that connection! Not me. And on the opposite side... An alter who has connections to hyenas doesn’t consider herself a therian; she is using them as a base for her fursona, however.)

.:.:.:.

    So... Actually, yes! I do consider my “main” theriotype to be my cladotherian connection to felines. Something about them is entwined deep in who I am, humanoid or not. The biggest among these are tigers, snow leopards, and domestic cats (specifically siamese and ragdoll; I was also a calico queen in my previous life to this one).

    I still honor my persistent feelings as a wolfdog, fox, and dragon. They’re still important to me! I just fully acknowledge that- on some level- felines are the closest to my heart.

    Would I pass up this body and the other theriotypes to become a cat? Probably not, even still; if I cannot be all I am, I will live out this life as it is. (Besides, it’s not just “mine,” either. My system deserves equal footing.)

If you have multiple theriotypes, can you please tell me more about your experience?

I only have a single theriotype, and I come from a rather old-schooled part of the therian community that struggles a lot with the concept of polytherians. I thought that hearing more about it might help me understand fellow otherkin.

I would love to hear all you have to say, but if you have no ideas, then there are some questions below!

Do you experience phantom body parts/other shifts of different animals at once?

If yes, how would you differentiate it from a chimera or an animal you just don't know yet?

If no, how would you differentiate it from a shape-shifting creature? Do you consider yourself a shapeshifter? If you do, do you also think you could shapeshift into a new animal and would it then be a new theriotype for you?

Do you consider one of your theriotypes to be the "main one"?

[yojeongin]

EVOL — I WANT YOU FOREVER

→club pres!renjun x publicity officer!reader

genre: smut, humor, fluff, romance, slice of life, coming of age

tw: ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! oral sex (f receiving), fingering, hand job, virginity loss, protected sex, drinking, mentions of creepy guys at bars (please stay safe), praise kink, pet names, so much kissing.

wc: 7.2k+

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disclaimer: this is purely fictional; in no way am I condoning this behavior, trying to offend anyone, nor is it meant to place such image on the idol, these are only characters. read at your own discretion.

an: and we have reached the end with some smut, this took forever cause I just couldn’t get in the mood and I still don’t fully like it but anyways here we go <3 thank you guys for giving this series sm support!!

ps: I’ve made a spotify for this blog since I tend to get inspired by songs a lot so pls check it out, I tagged the evol playlist here and on the masterlist but the entire acc is linked in my master post (future fics and current fics playlists are being added rn)

How you and Renjun managed to get a room for the both of you, you couldn’t really tell. 

Well— maybe you could, with the help of Chenle who convinced the sponsor that since you both were an item, it was most economical to just get a single bed room for the two of you. 

To say the least the sponsor couldn’t really give a shit, the festival had paid for the hotels and plane tickets but if it made you all more comfortable then so be it, it’s not like he hasn’t spent more on the production overall (the things having money can do).

Of course when you had arrived at Jeju Island where the film festival was held and to the hotel, you had contacted your mother who very reluctantly had let you go. 

Like the over protective mother she was, she had almost gotten in touch with the sponsor to ask for details about rooms and even to see if she could go after knowing it would be you with a bunch of men, despite you being in your 20’s. 

Knowing Chenle, Beomgyu, and Haknyeon were there didn’t help calm her down, it made her weep. She knew well they were very sweet boys but when letting loose, they were insane and their supervision on you would be gone. 

You and her had hope in Genie attending as well as the second stylist but when a job interview was moved up to the dates of the festival, her fear only grew. 

Nevertheless she got over it when you had landed and showed her the room, making Renjun go to Chenle’s room and pretend as if you had gotten a room on your own.

Now it was the night the films had been presented all day and night. The heels Genie had set up for your outfit had been killing you and you had been nearly sleeping on Renjun’s shoulder for the majority of the ending. 

“On a scale from one to ten how bad do you think Chenle will flip out whenever they give the results tomorrow?” Renjun questioned, hand in hand whilst the both of you walked towards the shared room through the cold halls of the hotel. 

Awkwardly smiling, you shrug as a response. “A five, I think his plan to sweet talk producers into giving him an internship is more solid. He’s been attached from the hip to that one director.” Renjun simply smiled, nodding at the memory of his friend bothering the older man. 

“I'm a little scared of what we’ll get. That one kid did a really good animation and the metaphors— damn.” He laughed again, his key card pressed against the pad. 

Just as you were to reply to him, the smell of roses had made the both of you stop in your tracks. Warm yellow lights illuminated the room and your only worry was that you were set up in a cheesy romantic setting. 

To your luck there weren’t any rose petals, only the smell of them on the sheets and artificial candles plaguing the room just to be safe, a note in the middle of the bed. ‘Thank you for your participation, compliments from The Arthouse Festival.’

“Well… this is nice, right?” Renjun scrunched his nose, shrugging as he read the note again while you rummaged through the basket full of gifts and sweets. “Do you think if we pretend to be married they’ll give us more stuff?”

Renjun stood next to you, giggling when he saw they had given you a couples gift card to a resort restaurant. 

“We should, I want entrance to the massage parlor.” Grabbing two glasses for the wine you were gifted, he poured them in as you made your way to sit on the corner of the bed, your feet still killing you. 

Handing you a glass, he giggled at an idea he just got. “Mrs. Huang… rolls nicely off the tongue doesn’t it?” Clanking your glasses together as he stood in front of you to cheer for all that’s been given to you. 

The cold glass up to your lips, you threw your head back to let the liquid into your mouth, sipping it in hopes it would be tasty. 

Wincing at the taste while he seemed to enjoy it, Renjun took your glass with small giggles. “Didn’t like it?” 

Shaking your head whilst scrunching up your nose he giggled furthermore. “Mr. yln sounds good on you.” 

Renjun sounded off the entire name in his mind, smiling at how it’d look on paper. “I’ll be your househusband. You can be a UX Designer, making apps cute and conventional while I’m the stay at home husband who does photography as a hobby while I keep dinner ready, the house clean, and I give you massages after every shift. How does that sound?”

He leaned in to leave a soft kiss against your lips, the taste of the wine sweeter on them than it did in your throat.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this scenario. Do you really want to spend a long time with me?” You both knew it was a stupid question. In the span of almost a year, Renjun had fallen harder for you than he could have ever imagined. 

He loved you enough to the point that every time he saw you, he shook from how excited he was that you decided to spend your time with him, no matter if he was your boyfriend. 

Renjun felt like a little kid getting to try their favorite treat for the first time even with just one glance you threw at him— that’s how ecstatic your presence made him and it truly still baffles everyone that this entire thing went from slightly one sided with you liking him to Renjun being as in love as you are with him or perhaps more than you could ever love him. 

“I said it when I asked you to be my girlfriend— I want you to be with me forever, even when you don’t want me anymore I’ll want you forever.” 

They sounded sweet and they were sincere, his eyes sparkling yet trembling whilst his hands caressed your face. 

No words could leave your mouth, almost as if it had been glued shut after not being able to find anything as romantic to say to him. Opting to instead wrap your arms around his torso and pulling him closer to you. 

Your head resting on his lower abdomen, the warmth of his flesh radiating through the thin fabric of his shirt to your cheek. 

Renjun smiled tenderly down at you, his own arms coming around your neck and softly threading his fingers through your hair. Tingles of his delicate touch made you shiver and only caused you to pull him much closer to your body. 

“What’s the name of the restaurant? I need to look up the menu.” “Um… I’m not sure but the card is behind you. I think it’s one of those restaurants with like ten course meals.”

Your grunt made him chuckle. To say you were a picky eater was an understatement and if they had you eating food concoctions you didn’t understand— you wouldn’t have much fun. 

“They should’ve just given us the money in that case.” Your scowl turns to a pout, burying your face in the fabric of his shirt. 

His hands smoothing down your hair the more you embrace him; “I still think they should’ve given us a gift card to the massage parlor.” 

Looking up at him with a forming smirk, your hands made their way from his waist to just down exactly his ass, giving it a squeeze and causing him to yelp. 

Laughter emitted from both your lips as he held your hands in place. “I could do that, you don’t need a masseuse.”

His laughter died down and instead looked down at you. The way your lips pouted while feigning jealousy of anyone touching him. Not only your lips but the wide eye look you were giving him as you held him close to you, chest pressing tightly against his— no. 

No, Renjun didn’t want to push it. 

But it didn’t get easier as you two kept talking, unconsciously you’d pull him closer to you. Those early (or perhaps not as early) stages of wanting to be as close to each other as possible. 

If you’d hug him a bit too tight, your body would grace his crotch, it’s warmth not helping him ignore the growing bulge in his pants. At this rate he feared you’d notice it but perhaps you’re opting to ignore it. 

Renjun wouldn’t doubt these past nights have been difficult when it comes to his normal issues. Sure you both have laid in his bed and cuddled before but someone was always in the house so you’d both know nothing would come out of it.

Nothing compared to these days in which you’d wear shorts and a cami to sleep in due to the summer weather. Laying in the vast bed but closely next to him. 

Usually you’d be the one to sleep later but Renjun had brought a book in hopes of picking up a new hobby and would stay up later. 

In those hours you’d tussle around occasionally but always ended up with your head on his chest, arm around his waist, and leg across his lower body. 

That’s when the problem came in. While the summer weather was horrid and would sometimes beat the hotel’s AC, the room got colder at night and instead of being uncovered as he read with you holding him— when the AC gave all of its potential, you’d get closer to him without a clue that your hard nipples from the cold would make him freeze in his spot and make him hesitant to even hold his hand near the area when he had been holding you all night. 

It was no problem the first night, he didn’t even notice. The second night he did notice but his shyness and the red of his cheeks made him just pull the covers up to you fully so he could have his arm wrapped around you while reading. 

Just last night though as you slept in the same position, cuddled up next to him and his arm around you holding you in place, his hand caressing the skin of your upper arm— the same thing happened except for the fact that your movement to get comfortable next to him was dragging down the cami slightly, the strap falling and your collarbones highlighted, a clear view of what he tried to avoid.

It didn’t help that your leg was on top of his lower half again, calf rubbing below where your chest is at right now, thigh on display and his hand holding onto it, grasp tightening slightly to lower begin his tender touching of running his hand up and down.

The memory alone made Renjun shudder for his thoughts towards you. Opting to sit right next to you, his hand taking yours into his while continuing to converse.

Though it became one-sided quite quickly when Renjun began to ramble about how maybe the restaurant would have a great view as you were in Jeju and was now regretting not bringing his film camera. 

“No but then the x-ray machine would fry the film. Actually I don’t know, in Germany I took it with me but bought film and developed it there so— what?” 

Upon noticing the glossed out dazed look in your eyes: a loving stare and your smile growing wider as he spoke— Renjun felt the strings is his heart being pulled. 

He knew you were listening but he also knew you wouldn’t stop gawking at him so he only chuckled, leaning in to capture your lips in yet another tender kiss. 

His right hand traveled behind your waist as his left hand held your neck, deepening the kiss when you mimicked his actions, fingers caressing the back of his neck. 

Parting your lips slightly, Renjun’s tongue graced against your own. The open mouthed kisses became feverish the lower his hand traveled, as of now resting on your hip.  

“You look extra pretty today by the way.” He broke the kiss knowing you both were running out of breath, his lips peppering the flesh of your cheek, lips softly traveling to your neck. 

The warmth of them in contrast to his wet kisses on your flesh made you shudder, holding onto him as he began leaving small open-mouth kisses on your flesh. 

“You think I’m pretty?” It came out giddy, your grip on his shoulders tightening when he lapped at a certain spot. “You’re beautiful, yn. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” 

His words made you feel like you were on top of the world, becoming giddy to where you made him turn just to pull him into another passionate kiss. Such actions followed by the both of you laying on your sides, holding each other.

Legs entangled with each other’s, his hand gripping your hip before running it up and down softly. In this moment as his tongue swiped across your lower lip and his knee had accidentally brushed against your aching arousal, you tried so hard to muffle the moan that left your lips. 

You could feel him smile into the kiss as he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, coming in contact with yours. Both muscles basking on the velvet feel of each other. Your own hand cupping his cheek to deepen the kiss you two were sharing.

Renjun felt ecstatic to know he was having an effect on you, just as you had been the past few nights. 

Nevertheless he deepened the kiss and began to nibble on your lower lip, his free hand moved to pull you closer by your hips, pushing you closer even by a lower region. 

You groaned against him upon feeling how erect he was now, your hand going from his cheek to his neck. Your grip on his neck tightened a bit, he could feel how desperate you were becoming.

Renjun’s knee would begin to rock in between your legs making you bite his lip from time to time trying to hold off as you’d continued this feverish make out session. Renjun’s hands would twitch on the spot they laid on, obvious restrain within. Despite his needs he was still going to respect what you’d dictate.

You felt yourself need more air, slowly letting go from him “Wow…” you’d giggle, still holding onto him. He chuckled, pecking your lips and cheeks as you regained your breath. 

“You okay?” He’d question, his lips slowly moving from yours and cheeks to your jaw, leaving open mouth kisses, your eyes fluttering slightly as his lips found themselves on your neck again, leaving a tingling sensation on it. 

Taking his hand that rested on your hip and pushing it down the skirt of your dress, letting his hand rest on the hem of your underwear, “Mhm… you can touch me, Renjun. It’s fine…” he halted his actions, moving to look at you. “Are you completely sure? I’m fine with just making out…” you’d nod again, hooking his fingers to the hem now.

“I want you to be ready, yn. Not just because we’re horny from making out.” Chuckling despite his fingers shaking a little, the anticipation to pull down the fabric still lingering. “I’m ready, Junnie. I’m extremely comfortable with you, I want you…” 

You weren’t necessarily the type to wait to have sex with someone you loved, you always thought if the offer was presented and the other person seemed like someone you would be comfortable with— then so be it but it never came and when it did you always felt uncomfortable with whoever offered. 

To add on that, sex had become something you didn’t crave often nor was it that important to you anymore and often opted to listen to the stories your friend’s would tell (quite honestly a big reason it had put you off). 

At some point you had become comfortable just being a virgin who still had dated no one despite having some prospects in the past who never seemed to match what you wanted despite how much they thought they did and when Renjun came into your life— that comfort had shifted. 

You wanted to say you hadn’t fallen for him instantly but after those few days of interacting and immediately having everything in your mental checklist crossed out by him— you could only think about him. From how often he pouted despite not wanting to admit it, the birth mark on his right hand, and his bright smile when felt flustered about anything.

He smiled softly before leaning in for another kiss, his fingers finally pulling down the fabric of your underwear before whispering an “I love you.” You shuddered when you felt his fingers so close yet so far. His fingertips danced on the inside of your thigh as he worked to open your legs furthermore.

You held onto the nape of his neck whilst your other hand mirrored him and made its way to hover over his strained cock, they were soft touches not entirely sure if it’d be comfortable for either of you since he was already crouching enough to put his in between your legs.

As you’d copy his actions and unbuckled his slacks, struggling to unbutton them but eventually doing so, you pushed your hand down them, gracing his hardened cock firmly. Taking it out, slowly pumping it. Renjun moaned into your mouth, biting your lip softly as he tried to not make much noise.

Your hesitation became prominent from time to time in fear you weren’t doing well but whenever your thumb caressed his tip and small noises began cascading from his lips onto yours the more you continued, the hesitation lessened.

Renjun could tell you were somewhat embarrassed for being inexperienced and though he didn’t take advantage of it, he couldn’t help but enjoy the idea of him being your firsts. Even feeling the warmth between your legs exude to his fingertips was enough to let him feel pride that you were enjoying what he was doing to you.

His tender touches, taunting your clit. His fingers formed slow and soft circles on it to first notice how much of the build up you were enjoying. 

“Renjun…” That’s what he wanted to hear. 

Upon hearing his name leave your lips in adoration, leaning it to kiss him, his ego boosted more. His circling picking up the speed and his fingers occasionally leaving your bundle of nerves to collect your arousal on them.

It seemed his kisses helped you eased up; his index finger taunting your entrance and coating itself with much of your arousal enough to slowly penetrate you. Slightly startled, your grasp on his cock softening and his quiet shushes telling you it was alright. 

You knew it was alright, this was just new to you. It felt different than the times you tried it yourself but only ended up hurting yourself. This time Renjun did his best to slowly insert his finger inside of you. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable and what was left only dissipated when he began slowly moving it.

While he continued to finger you and added a second finger which made the pleasure presentable, you returned the favor by softly tugging up and down his shaft. Your thumb collecting every bead of fluid leaving the tip and using it as lubrication to continue.

Renjun loved the soft feel of your palm around him, how smoothly it went up and down his cock, and how your grasp would slightly tighten, giving him a new found sense of pleasure. 

His moans were silent but that’s because he wanted to focus on your pleasure, still thankful you wanted to make it fully mutual. Renjun wouldn’t deny that after almost a year he was glad he could finally do this with you, to make you feel good and know he could even with just the bare minimum. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He cooed against your lips, his fingers picking up the pace and when you were to respond, only moans left your lips feeling delight when the tip of his fingers had reached a certain spot. When he watched you start hesitantly squirm around, Renjun chuckled in satisfaction.

He kissed you again, letting your moans cascade into his mouth while he curled his fingers, pumping them in you at a fast pace, the ball of his palm rubbing against your clit which made the feeling grow and your moans louder. 

You were feeling something you’ve only felt once before at your own hands and hadn’t been able to get again so to now have your boyfriend bring that ecstasy with just his fingers, you couldn’t help but stop your actions on him and instead held his face again, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

“Fuck I think I’m going to cum. Renjun, oh my god— Keep doing that, please, fuck!” 

With your juices flowing down his hand, coating his other fingers and palm, Renjun did as you said for the exception he went faster even if his hand would cramp up. 

Anything for your pleasure.

Squirming around not being able to handle it much, the coil in your lower stomach was slowly easing. Your legs giving up on you, separating from the kiss to bite on your lower lip. 

Renjun only continued until you finally came all over his hand, your panting and whimpers making a smirk rest on his face. 

He did this and he was proud of it.

Once you relaxed, you smiled at him. Your lips connect with his as a thank you for making you feel this good. 

After separating from the kiss to regain your breath, his hand which remained in between your legs made its way to his lips. The digits intruding the cavern of his mouth and his tongue poked out, wrapping itself around them to savor you.

He didn’t break eye contact, watching your chest rise up and down faster again, your legs shutting to cause friction, and your swollen lips parted in anticipation for what he’d do next.

“Taste as sweet as you are.” His words despite lewd were also making you feel giddy. Feeling the heat in between your legs rush to your entire body from how flattered you were by his words. “I think I want to taste more of it.” 

As he said it, Renjun lifted from his position beside you. His hands rushedly removing his jacket and unbuttoning as many buttons from his shirt just to settle between your legs. 

You shifted as well, laying on your back and bringing pillows to rest your head on. Bunching up your dress up to your stomach, Renjun took it as an opportunity to part your legs furthermore, letting your calves rest on his shoulders. 

The view before you was glorious. It was exactly how you imagined it sometimes. With his head between your thighs, laying soft open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh that interchanged with the warm muscle his tongue was, raking it across the same areas he had just kissed. 

The closer his lips got to your aching cunt, the more you felt your abdomen clench. His lips teasing and gracing your labia. 

Throwing you one last glance, Renjun smirked against you. His tongue taking soft licks on your slit. Gradually those kitten licks transformed to his tongue laying flat before the tip of it teased your clit.

You could only grasp the fabric of your dress and closed your eyes letting him do as he pleased which thankfully worked out for you. 

His low hums vibrated against you, whenever he’d lap his muscle on your nether region, your arousal accumulated on his tongue; swallowing it with pleasure and satisfaction. 

Renjun truly did like your taste. He mostly liked that you were this wet from things he’s doing and his ego kept inflating more than it had this entire night. 

His hand gripped your thighs, holding you in place whenever you squirmed around if he did something you were liking. 

Eventually it felt like a kiss, like the ones he’d been laying on you all night. His jaw slacking to take in your cunt, tongue taking in the leaking beads, and ending up on your clit, sucking on it when the cycle ended only to repeat a few more times. 

Quite honestly it felt much better than being fingered but you were thankful he was doing all this all for the sake of your pleasure. 

Your legs shuddered around his head, caging him in the more he made you feel good. His lips were shimmering from the gloss you produced. 

“Renjun, you’re so good at this…” you moaned out, hands reaching his hair to tug slightly. His tongue lapped at your clit with a pleasure that was bringing you just as close as before. 

You felt that tingling between your legs every time his tongue pressed against your entrance as his fingers did.

Between his lips surrounding your clit, sucking on it as his fingers created dents on your skin, and his tongue ran flat up and down your folds— you couldn’t help becoming a tad sensitive. 

It wasn’t until he pulled away to gain air, leaving kisses on your thighs and leaving the print made out of your fluids; he spoke. “I want to be buried between your legs,” his tongue lapped at your aching cunt, collecting every drop of arousal. 

Moaning against you, he blew warm air. “I want to taste you all the time, I want to feast upon you as if it’s my last meal— I want you all the time.” 

His profession was followed by more moans, the vibration on his lips made your legs weaker. They shook more insensately now as he continued his devouring, drunk on lust and pleasure. 

He himself was aching, his cock hard and leaking every time he heard you moan and hold onto him for support. Especially when your thighs kept closing him in. 

If he ever separated his mouth from you, his fingers would replace his assault on your clit. Rubbing soft circles on it and causing a painful anticipation. 

As long as you were feeling great, he could endure the restraint of not pleasuring himself or asking to be pleasured. 

You felt that same pleasure from when his fingers were in you. A tingling between your legs and your chest, your stomach cramping in the least painful way to let you know, you were about to come again. 

That knot in the pits of your lower stomach was unraveling the more his tongue lapped at you, making sure to get every single taste. 

And slowly as he toyed with your clit making it more sensitive than it was already becoming, your moans mixed with whimpers. “It’s okay, baby. Come, come for me.” 

His sweet tender voice made you even more sensitive. He looked at you as he said those but soon his glossy lips would wrap around your clit, sucking on it to finally give you that release. 

You couldn’t hold out for much longer so when his tongue went back to licking up from your entrance to your clit, you held tightly onto his hair. Letting the most disgruntled moan you could muster and letting your orgasm slip from you. Enough that Renjun’s chin was getting coated as he moaned against you. 

Despite being worn out already, the lewd sounds he made between your legs along his kisses on your sensitive area kept the desire of wanting him more. 

When your breathing calmed down, Renjun lifted himself up, crawling to your side and encasing you in an embrace. 

“Doing okay?” he questioned, his lips finding yours. You could taste yourself on him, most of his lower face covered. Upon realizing he had just done all this for your pleasure, you felt a tad bit shy; breaking the kiss to bury your face in the crook of his neck. 

“If i knew you could move your tongue like that I think I would’ve asked you to get between my thighs long before.” Renjun laughed at your words, he himself feeling shy. 

With your face in the crook of his neck, you took initiative now. Your lips found his flesh, wrapping itself on it as your tongue lapped at an area before leaving soft tender kisses. Your hand had left his waist and made its way to his cock.

He was painfully hard that when he felt your touch, he winced, jutting his hips towards your hand. You smirked against his skin, feeling delighted he wanted your touch as much as you wanted his. 

Your fingers wrapped around it, softly pumping it before picking up the pace. With every whimper he let out as you kissed his neck and the pleasure of your hand, you increased the speed along the tightness in which you held him.

“ynie... You’re doing so good, baby. You’re making me feel so good.” His free hand had stopped your assault on his neck, cupping your cheek to make you turn and look at him without breaking eye contact. Renjun seemed to be the type to hold every type of intimacy during sex. He liked to reassure you with his sultry voice, something new you’ve found him to do.

His praise eased the fears that you wouldn’t be able to pleasure him due to your inexperience but he was enjoying it and he let it be known not only by his words but his desperate kisses and hips thrusting into your hand. 

Oh he needed his own release. 

You felt him slowly leak onto your hand, his moans becoming louder and breathy against your lips. “I want you in me. Right now, Injunnie…” 

He bit his lower lip, your touches on him creating a sensibility he couldn’t handle. “Fuck, I ca— no wait.” His hesitation confused you. Watching him shift, hovering above you a bit. “What? Do you want to stop?” You questioned, your hands rubbing on his thighs to calm down whatever he was feeling.

“No, not really but I don’t have any condoms.” He nervously laughed, his hands taking yours and soothing your skin with his thumb. His eyebrows knitted to show he was sorry but it only caused you to smile, relieved it wasn’t because he felt uncomfortable.

“I figured,” You allowed a breathy laugh to slip out, pecking the corner of his lips. “So I took some from Chenle’s bag…” Scrunching your nose feeling quite embarrassed, you stood from where you were. Taking the opportunity, you removed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, letting the dress collect on the floor.

Renjun bit his lower lip, a smirk forming at the site of your nude figure. He himself took the opportunity, removing any remaining clothing and thanking you when you handed him the foil packet. “When?” Ripping it open, he rolled it down his shaft.

You replaced his hand, fist twisting around him just to hear his breathy moans again. Leaning towards his ear, chest to chest. “This morning actually, when he was getting ready. Yesterday when we went to that bar and you pulled me onto your lap because that guy kept bringing me drinks despite all of you telling him to fuck off— it was really hot that you kept running your hand up and down my thigh and how possessive and protective you were.” 

Renjun gave you a slanted smile to comfort you. He was glad you thought so but he was actually quite angry and scared last night. It was truly so fucking frustrating and frightening seeing how pushy men can be even when the guy was aware you were being protected not only by him but by three other guys so Renjun really wanted to keep you on him. Literally. 

Pecking his cheek, you pulled him down with you. Your back against the mattress getting comfortable as he was. “Alright, make me yours even more.” Your sweet smile was making him spiral. Leaning down to encase your lips in yet another kiss from many this night, his hand took his hardened cock, pumping himself before his hips moved forward, the tip teasing your entrance.

“Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” He looked into your eyes wanting to be completely sure you were enjoying this just as much. 

Nodding as a response and wrapping your arms around his neck, he took it as a response. Sinking himself slowly in you, he would hesitate when your whimpers sounded in pain. His shushes and tender kisses helping you relax as he lets you move at your own pace.

Despite how aroused you were and how wet he had made you, a pinching feeling wouldn’t stop whenever he tried to go deeper. It’s not like it lasted, it’d disappear from time to time when he allowed you to get adjusted but your reactions didn’t stop him from worrying about hurting you.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’ll go slower, don’t worry baby.” He had already reached your hilt, fully deep in you. It’s not like you were in pain right now but you still tried to catch that sense of comfort that for a few seconds wouldn’t come until you began to relax your muscles again.

He had been kissing you during this time, trying his best to calm you down in any way. So when you felt like you were finally ready to have him move, you broke the kiss panting softly before speaking. “It’s fine now, I can handle it.” 

Renjun took in your words, searching your features for any discomfort and as he felt you swiveling your hips slowly, he himself nodded this time. His forearms caged your head in as he began to softly move in you. That sting from earlier easing into the pleasure of feeling full.

He instantly began to spill his moans, the pain of holding himself off for most of the night catching up to him. You clenched your walls around him, adding more pressure to how sensitive he already was.

“Fuck! If you keep doing that I’m going to come already.” He let out in a breath, neslting his face in your chest to plant kisses on your breast hoping they’d muffle his cries. 

To taunt him, you did. Clenching around him again which ended up on his thrusts becoming rougher. Burrowing himself deeper and his thighs beginning to snap against the back of yours, your moans became louder. 

Fingers clawing at his back whilst holding tightly around him, you felt that sense of pleasure the faster he went. His pelvic bone began rubbing against your clit, making it more sensitive than he had left it from his touches on it.

You felt warm around him, soft too. He liked being buried deep in you, it felt extremely good. Maybe it’s because he loves you more than any of his past flings and lovers but he thought this was the best he’s ever had.

Your scent intoxicated him no matter how active you’ve both been in this past hour. Your moans were entirely melodic against his ears, your kisses and touches a fine gift he’s been presented, and your taste was a delicacy that couldn’t get enough of anymore.

He was truly smitten by you and the fact that you trusted and loved him enough to allow him to be your firsts in everything made him feel glorious. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first time…

With how much he adored you and the fact that he was too sensitive to last much longer, Renjun picked up the pace furthermore. Whenever his hips pulled back you could feel your arousal slide down your ass and onto the sheets.

When he plunged back in with a great force that had been proven delicious to you— his tip would grace a spot in you that made you tingle, your entire body hit with ecstasy just like the kind when he had eaten you out. 

You yourself couldn’t hold much longer. With him fingering you, eating you out till he was covered in your essence, and his deep thrusts that lowered his hips to stimulate your clit— you were becoming overstimulated and you felt that with just a few more thrusts, you came undone around him.

The image alone of how he’d react was making your chest heave, calming down with his kisses on your nipples before swirling his tongue around the nub.

“Renjun…” You moaned out. Your legs were giving up on you that when they dropped, he took one of them and hooked it around his waist. The position making it easier for him to rub against your clit even more and his cock to go deeper, that moan from earlier getting louder.

“I can’t hold up much, baby, please…” You whined, you're rubbing on your clit as of now. Fuck, even now you were still wet. Wet enough to gather what he’d push out and begin to use your middle and ring finger to form circles around the abused muscle.

Watching you squirm around like earlier with your lip in between your teeth, and your eyes closed as you helped pleasure yourself, was awakening something in him. His thrusts getting slower but rougher (enough to still not hurt you but making you feel on cloud nine). 

Lifting himself a little more to see the full image, Renjun felt his cock twitch. He could feel come spurt from his tip slowly at the image before him. “I need you to come right now, pretty girl. Do it for me, please.” His words only caused the fire in your chest to rise.

Your body was burning and you were so near that you tried closing your legs, clamping him in but his force to keep them open only arousing you furthermore. His thrusts were becoming sloppy the more he tried to restrain himself from moaning out loud.

Turning his head downward and watching his cheeks sink in before sticking his tongue out to let his spit fall where you two were connected, Renjun picked up the pace. The image had made you moan in distress, aroused by how even more hot he looked in that second. 

What came out from your lips sounded like cries. Sensitive from all the pleasure he was causing upon you and making it painful to even keep your legs open, you pulled him down to you, lips connecting with his for yet another kiss.

Renjun knew this was your plea to make you feel good, to finally let you have that release that you needed so badly or you were going to cry from how good it all felt. He wouldn’t deny he’d love to see how much more pretty you’d look with mascara smudged tears running down your face because of the pleasure he made you endure but right now he was going to do anything to make you reach euphoria.

Your kisses were sloppy, gnawing at his lower lip and tongue caressing his. With every thrust he gave his tip connected with your sensitive spot. His hand had gone between your body and began rubbing at your clit again, it was only a matter of seconds until you came.

“You feel so good, Junnie…” You praised him in between whimpers, screwing your eyes shut when his fingers picked up the pace. Your legs continued to shake and your whimpers became strangled moans of his name. You had finally let go, the restraint on the knot in your stomach was gone and the image of your body falling limp against the bed where you fully shook in pleasure was enough to make him come as well.

You felt too good, too good that you continued to chase that feeling of being done. Your panting was shaky and Renjun did his best to help you relax, even smoothing his hand over your hair. He could see some tears slipping, it ignited something in him but right now he was too exhausted that instead, he slowly pulled out of you to not hurt you furthermore.

When you had finally calmed down and your body shook only slightly; you winced trying to move. Renjun had sprinted to the restroom to throw away the condom and clean himself off before damping a hand towel with warm water and rushing towards the bed to help you sit up.

“You alright, pretty girl?” His voice was soft, using the cloth to gently clean up the mess between your legs. You nodded seeing how tender he was, a smile on your face when he rushed to the mini fridge, pulling out a water bottle and handing it to you when he noticed you were parched. 

“Yeah, I think I know why Ceena kept chasing you for so long. I can’t believe you’ve done that with other girls, I can’t breathe now.” You feigned being hurt, enough to clutch the flesh of your chest to which he embarrassedly laughed before removing your hand and soothing the area you had accidentally scratched.

“No but seriously, thank you.” You answered this time, taking his hand into yours and tugging at it to let him know you wanted to lay down. “You don’t have to thank me, I’m your boyfriend.” He chuckled, pulling you to his chest and enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“I think I’m the one supposed to thank you for giving me the honor of being your boyfriend. For letting me experience these things with you, I really love you, yn.” 

His words were making you feel like putty in his arms, a warmth in your heart swarming and making a pout form on your lips. You couldn’t say this enough but you truly were grateful you found someone who loved you like you always wanted to be loved.

“You’re everything I’ve ever asked for you know. I feared relationships because I didn’t want my expectations to be shattered by an asshole who didn’t match whatever I made myself think love is. So when you came in I was genuinely scared for what I was feeling because I had never let myself feel that way towards anyone and you really pushed it,” You laughed, looking up at him. “Even if you weren’t trying.” 

His lips found your forehead, a tender kiss yet again. “So I’m really thankful you match my expectations to the tee and that at least I am what you want in a partner. Despite how insane I’ve made you to be.” Renjun laughed recalling how much out of his shell you were making him grow as he was you.

“I love you too, Renjun. So fucking much.”

Renjun sighed softly, his hands caressing your skin. “If I’m honest I was scared when you came into my life too. I spent the longest time telling myself you were being friendly and trying to push you onto any other guy you were close with  because I was scared of being hurt again but eventually I learned that— you could never do anything to wrong me.” 

It was hard for him to say. His last sentence came out in another sigh. “So again, I’m glad we came to our senses because I don’t think I can live without you.” His eyes were twinkling, his swollen lips planting another kiss to your forehead. “I want you in my life forever too.”

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[thefanficmonster]

Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here.  My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“ 

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that.  My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it -  I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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