#i just LIKE the way the colours all go together

[florestalio]

DAYDREAM — L.HS

GENRE: pwp. i would say more, but i wanna keep the plot (or lack thereof) a secret

SYNOPSIS: where heeseung gets the best head of his life... or does he?

WARNINGS: (1.6k words) 18+, oral (m! rec), hair pulling, throat fucking, throat bulging, cum eating, let me know if I missed any!

NOTE, daydream — "sip, sip, sip, make me empty". yep. that's it.

HEESEUNG LOOKED DOWN AT YOU WITH A SMIRK. God, you looked so fucking pretty right now, on your knees.

All for him.

His eyes raked over your pliant body shamelessly, licking his lips at the sight of one of the spaghetti straps of your cute white tank top having slid down your shoulder. Your tits were practically on display for him, since you chose not to wear a bra, your nipples having hardened, peaking through the thin material of your top. Your top was, to his perverse enjoyment, a low cut one, allowing him to see the top half of your tits.

Fuck, they were perfect. Just like the rest of you.

The way he was leaning back on the couch, his legs spread wide apart, one arm looped over the top of the couch, an extremely sexy smirk on his face — safe to say, he wasn't the only one turned on right now.

While he was sporting a rock hard boner, you yourself were rubbing your thighs together, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your folds. Your hands were clenching the material of his jeans on his thighs, an unintentional pout on your face.

Heeseung noticed, of course, cooing at you mockingly, at the sight of your pout. “Aw, are you feeling impatient? Want my dick down your throat that bad?”

Normally, you would be embarrassed by such vulgar words. But right now? Right now you were too horny to give a fuck about the language.

You nodded your head in a lust-driven frenzy, more slick gushing out of you. You needed him in you, anyway, anywhere — you just needed him.

His smirk widened at your answer. He didn't do anything yet, but you were already so pliant for him? What would happen when he actually did something?

He relaxed further into the couch, raising his eyebrows at you, the ever so cocky smirk not leaving his face. “Well? What are you waiting for then? Get on with it.”

Your eyes lit up at that, your hands flying to his zipper at lightning speed, clumsily trying to get rid of the barriers. You pulled down his waistband, the imprint of his cock very much visible through his boxers, a wet patch of precum accompanying it. As if in a trance, you started tracing its shape over the thin material.

His reaction was almost immediate. He let out a loud groan, throwing his head back on the sofa, his hips bucking into your hand. Encouraged by his reaction, you pressed your hand completely on him, starting to slowly palm him.

Heeseung had to bite down on his lip to muffle his sounds, his eyes hooded, as he watched you further rile him up. It was infuriating and hot at the same time. Unfortunately, he was starting to grow impatient from your teasing, causing him to push away your hand and grab a fistful of your hair instead, pulling your hair back. He sneered at you. “Have you had your fun yet? Get to work darling, or you might get into a lot of trouble. Trust me, I wouldn't be gentle about it.”

You gulped, nodding slowly, the sting from where your hair was being pulled causing your eyes to water. He let go of your hair, leaning back again. You grabbed the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His cock sprang out, tall and proud. He let out a hiss as the cold air touched it, his mushroom tip an angry red colour, leaking a generous amount of precum.

You grabbed the base of his cock, using your other hand to grab the tip, spreading his precum around it with your thumb. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth to stop his moans from spilling out.

You had started to almost salivate the moment you saw his dick in all its glory, the urge to wrap your lips around it going through the roof. But you wanted to take your time with him. That's what you were here for, after all — to worship him.

You gave his tip a tentative lick, feeling it twitch in your hands, a muffled groan falling from his lips. Encouraged by his reaction, you started to give his tip kitten licks, leaving kisses along his entire length. You could see his chest rise and fall at a fast pace, his ragged breathing causing your pussy to throb with incessant need.

Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you took one hand off him, collecting a wad of spit in your mouth, before spitting it in your palm. You used your spit to rub his length, the mixture of your spit and his precum making the glide easier. You then finally wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it, the salty taste of his precum invading your senses, leaving you dazed.

Impatient from your teasing, he grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail, before pushing your head down on him completely, causing his dick to hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Your hands flew to his thighs, gripping them tightly, as you steadied yourself. 

You relaxed your jaw, slowly starting to bob your head up and down on his length, feeling the way he kept twitching in your mouth, despite not yet being close — although, you were more than happy to change that.

You relaxed your jaw and throat as best as possible, before taking him in deeper. His mushroom tip hit the back of your throat, causing him to choke lightly. He groaned at the feeling of your throat muscles contracting around his tip, causing him to buck his hips into your mouth — a huge mistake on his part, his cock having lodged itself further into your throat, the warm feeling causing him to let out a loud guttural moan.

He grabbed the back of your head again, quickly mumbling an apology to you. “‘M so sorry baby — but I need to fuck your mouth — will literally die if I don't–”

Before you could even register what was happening, you felt a sting at the back of your head, as his grip tightened on your hair. Suddenly, the air was completely knocked out of your lungs, as he started to harshly thrust into your mouth, fucking it as if it were your pussy.

Your nails dug into his thighs, drawing blood, although it did nothing to deter him. You could feel your eyes watering, tears falling in a steady stream from both of your eyes, drool falling from the corner of your lips. Heeseung noticed all of it in his lust driven haze, cooing at your pathetic appearance.

There was a bulge in your throat everytime he abused it, something you were glad that he was yet to notice. You could feel the vein on the underside of his cock pulsing, the pace of his thrusts increasing substantially as he chased his pleasure.

He grabbed your jaw in his other hand, squishing your cheeks together to make them hollow out further. His thrusts became erratic, his head falling back with a loud moan. “C-Cumming!–”

Suddenly, he pushed your head all the way down on him, your nose touching his pelvis. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his jaw going slack. He shot rope after rope of cum straight into your mouth, your mouth helping him ride out his mind-blowing orgasm.

You finally pulled off his softening length, once he started squirming lightly from the overstimulation, swallowing every drop, careful to not spill anything. You opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue for him to check, getting a tired nod of approval.

He leaned back on the couch, breathing heavily, his mind reeling from the feeling of your amazing mouth. Without even realising, his eyes started closing, lulling him into a deep, much needed, sleep.

“OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WAKE UP!”

Heeseung woke up with a start, wide eyes staring into your own angry ones in shock. Your hands were on your hips, your jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, as you glared at him. “Do you know how long I have been trying to wake you up for now? An hour! You hear me? An entire fucking hour! The party starts in half an hour, and neither of us have prepared any dresses to wear! What are we going to–”

He tuned you out. He wasn't particularly interested in what you were talking about either, too busy feeling hot all over, at the fact that he just had a dream. A wet dream. A wet dream about his best friend.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, realising they had zoned out. You turned around on your heel. “Why do I even bother…”

You suddenly noticed a plushie having fallen down on the floor, causing you to roll your eyes. He must have thrown it while moving around in his sleep. You bent down to pick it up.

Heeseung noticed it. Or course he did. He always noticed everything, especially if it involved you. How could you be so oblivious to his attraction towards you?

His eyes darkened as he caught a flash of your pink panties from under your skirt, just before you stood up straight again. It made him realise something.

He was going to change your indifferent attitude towards him. He was going to make you notice him — properly. Even if he needed to use some… interesting methods for it.

[wormwoodartemisia]

[One of my favourite tropes in all variations: getting rescued, one way or the other - and I really need more people to write about it 😇]

I guess enough of us have probably already made certain experiences with that one kind of guys who simply wouldn't let the issue drop when you tell them that you're not interested, no matter what you say (in decreasing stages of politeness), unless...

{Only this time, we turn the tables a bit. 😏}

Claimed

Sometimes you need to be rescued - and sometimes it's the others…

About 5.2k words

Established Ghoap, civilian afab!Reader; (almost) no specific description (except that Reader has got soft hair that's long enough to run one's fingers through + Reader might appear rather tall at some point, but nothing in detail); no use of y/n

Warning: no smut actually taking place, just some references (mostly implied, intention to have sex); taste of alcohol

[[In case you want some more info: first meeting; aggressive, unrequited flirting: pestering and being a nuisance (when 'no' is interpreted as 'try harder' or simply ignored, but neither by Reader nor Ghost/Soap); fake kiss; What do we think about a threesome {MMF/MFM}?]]

Your original plan was to go out and spend some quality time on your own, focussing on nothing in particular, just floating through your own mind. However, it's one of those nights...

The bar is crowded in a pleasant way. When you enter, you can nontheless still get you favourite spot in the small booth not too far away from the bar counter. The perfect place for treating yourself with your favourite drink and indulging in the typical noises here that let you relax after an ardous week full of work. Normally...

The night is still young, you're in good spirits altogether. On such lazy evenings, you like people-watching, in case someone catches your attention. Then you wouldn't actively listen to their conversations, of course, but discretely observe them a bit, guess their mood and wonder what circumstances brought them here. A good training for staying attentive and creative alike.

Taking a sip from your drink, you casually start scanning the taproom with your eyes, when suddenly you notice a tall, broad figure in black appear from the back of the spacious room and lean against the counter, just a few seats away from you. For the shortest of moments the man takes you in and briefly nods at you in acknowledgement. You have hardly any time to reciprocate his gesture before he turns away again to order two drinks.

Of course you remember this stoic man from several other visits here, outstanding as he is, always looking the same, clad in the darkest colours only, his face covered by a black surgical mask he never takes off fully. He's one of the regulars (even if he's sometimes away for weeks), just like you - but you wouldn't have thought that he’s ever noticed you in here, let alone make it known to you...

In all the past months, you never saw him look your way, not even slightly. He always seemed totally concentrated on the guy he kept company - that boisterous, ever-grinning mohawk with his fiercely piercing blue eyes that winked at you playfully one night when you passed them on your way out to head home. A contagious smile. Handsome man in his extrovert personality, but you don't find his mysterious, calm mate any less attractive, though you haven't seen much of him so far, except his short blond hair, some fair skin and now his dark, steady eyes a few moments ago.

You save his expression in your memory. Definitely something worth remembering.

To be honest, these two are your favourite people to watch.

Together, they take a presence in the room that's unmatched, draws you in, clouds your thoughts, if you allow yourself to go astray. You've never witnessed anything like that before. These two men have captivated you right from the start and it took you some time to put it into words: blowing through the landscapes of your mind, Mohawk is a storm, Mask is its eye... They belong together.

Such a beautiful couple (you're absolutely sure that's what they are, you can’t have misread their interactions), radiant energy, all easy-going, just pure affection, content with and enough for each other, never any drama.

Well, there's always a first time...

When Mask picks up his two drinks, he manages to take two steps back into the direction where he came from before he stops midmotion. Mohawk has just entered the stage of your field of vision, approaching fast from the backroom and stepping at the counter behind his mate. He leans his back against it, sighing audibly. You wouldn't need to be as close to them as you are in order to notice his furrowed brows and the tight line of his lips. It's easy to tell that he’s frustrated - massively so. Slowly Mask turns around, handing Mohawk his drink.

"Well, Johnny, no more damsel in distress, I take it?"

"Ach, haud yer weesht."

You can’t avoid becoming a witness to their talk. Despite the other people around, it’s a quiet evening and their deep voices carry over to you easily, closeby as you are, the tension not to be overheard.

Johnny takes a sip, looks at his partner and rolls his eyes. He's just noticed someone behind his friend. You've never seen him that annoyed: "No second act, please..."

Then you see the beauty beeline towards the two men.

You bet every guy in here would give her 10/10 - and you could readily agree - if not for her flawless outward appearance desperately trying to cover up that one specific look in her eyes, with which she holds her chin up just one bit too high. Though, nine of ten would probably gladly ignore that streak of arrogance (- which you feel so obviously oozing off her in case one is willing to take one closer look - ) if that meant getting a chance to know her better - and her pants.

She's all seductive smiles: "How impolite of you to keep me waiting!", she chirps, addressing both men equally, voice like sugar syrup, sticky, dripping. Used to getting what she wants...

Taking another sip, Johnny doesn't even bother to look at her at this point anymore.

First-row-seat, you can watch the drama unfold.

Mohawk: "We'd rather be alone."

Beauty (flirtatiously): "Now we're getting closer. Just my thought. So we're leaving?"

Black Mask: "You are very welcome to go."

Beauty: "Well, you already get me going, mystery, but I'd love to come as well."

You almost choke on your drink. This woman is terrible, fully ignoring both men clearly pointing out that her attention is unwanted! It has become obvious that she must have already been digging on your two favourites for quite some time, finally even making them change their place...

Yet she doesn't stop: "If you know what I mean."

Mask: "We get it, but we choose to ignore the implication."

Beast: "Ohh, playing hard to get, sweets? I like me some good challenge!"

Mask: "Nice. Then show us how fast you can get away."

Beast: "No problem. I'm off in less than one second if you take my hand."

"I'd rather take yer head", Johnny mumbles, but in contrast to you, she can hear him and grins wickedly: "And I'd give you head willingly, Scotty too Hottie!"

She reaches out to him, but Mask's cold voice actually makes her stop.

"Don't touch him."

Beast chooses to let Mask's words play into her favour: "No need to be jealous, killer."

"Go pick someone else."

You're convinced that he'll finally get through to her, but Beast gets distracted.

"Yeah, pick me, sugar! Anytime!", some random guy in passing by turns to her, immediately posing, showing her his upper arm, flexing his biceps, clearly quite taken with her outward appearance.

"Not now", she dismisses him, noticeably annoyed, but he only shrugs, grinning, before calling back over his shoulder: "Change your mind, lemme know, gorgeous."

Mask: "You should go with him."

She gives that bloke a swift lookover. "Not my type."

"We're nae yer type, either", Johnny points out.

Beast: "Oh, but you are. Love that brogue."

Mask: "Let me rephrase: you are not our type."

Beast: "Don't worry, I can become anybody's type."

She wants to touch him, both of them, badly so, you can tell, from the way her fingers are twitching at her side, but something's holding her back. So she does have a slight idea of boundaries, at least.

"We might nae be interested in women altogether", Johnny states matter-of-factly and has her head snap into his direction again.

"Hot - but you've never had a woman like me before, I promise."

"True. And ah hope we'll never meet one like ye again in future, either."

"You won't. I'm unique - and you really don't wanna miss this one chance, boys. I'll make it worth your while."

Rather worst your while, you think to yourself while you notice their patience wearing thin. It is beyond you why she doesn't take 'no' (all those 'no's') as what it is. It makes you angry, this full display of blunt disrespect, every rejection - in decreasing stages of politeness - just a spur for her to try harder, eagerly pushing an ego that is non-existent...

It's now that Mask furrows his brows and rummages in a pocket of his jeans: "We don't find you attractive at all." On finishing his sentence, he takes a look at what he's holding in his palm now, a silently vibrating mobile phone. He shoots the other man a swift glance: "I'm'a take that call now, Johnny. Make her leave." His tone has changed, laced with finality.

Mohawk straightens, the command initiating a subtle but nontheless visible transformation. He responds to his masked partner with one single firm nod: "Yes, sir."

The mask exits.

Beast was quiet during their exchange but now she's biting her lower lip and turns to Mohawk seductively: "Sexy."

He looks at her, the bright summer sky of his eyes now the cold of the frostiest glacier: "Oan yer bike!", a deep, low rumble.

You can sense that this was his last attempt to give her a decent way out - unfortunately she doesn't take her chance: "I'd rather ride you, handsome."

You know this type of person - man or woman, makes no difference. She won't stop.

Mohawk has just realised this sad fact, too. He breathes out deeply and while his eyes are wearily drifting towards the exit, he grazes your gaze for a split second.

Meanwhile, Beast dares to get closer, the attempt of a huntress, about to reach out and - what? Touch his hips?

It crosses your mind that this insufferable person would have already been removed from the bar had she been a man harassing two women. However, with switched roles (and a beautiful woman being after two broad blokes) nobody (except Mohawk, Mask & you yourself) seems to fathom any fundamental problem...

You can see that this might get ugly (situations easily do with people like Beast) - and since you know how things can be... Your turn.

Ready to avoid the catastrophe...

He doesn’t get the time to say anything, nor does she to lay hand on him. You're faster.

Within one heartbeat you've grabbed your drink and pop up at his side, so much out of nowhere, that you manage to catch Beast by surprise and get her full attention.

You press yourself against Mohawk's side (as unobtrusive as possible under these circumstances) and, by reflex, you guess, his left arm comes to rest around your waist, a pose the two of you have fallen into so naturally, nothing odd about it, no hint of hesitation from either of you.

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t act surprised. He simply gets what you're doing here - but Beast doesn’t have a clue.

Showtime...

This is the guise you've chosen to present, and you perform artstically: there's a hint of defeat in your features, a slight hue of regret and a thin-lipped smile pointing downwards, emphazising that you know when a game is over.

You make sure that Beast gets enough time to study your facial expression. Then you donne Mohawk a genuine smile: "OK, honey, you win. I am fucking jealous seeing you flirting with some random woman. You were right, I was wrong. It really pisses me off when you tease her. I need this bad charade to end right now or I’ll forget myself", you notice a spark of mischief in his eyes, "And yes, darling, for the records, you have just won our bet. Happy now?"

Mohawk smirks at you, "Wasnae too painful tae confess now, was it, luv?" and makes you wonder how a grin can be so subtle and triumphant at the same time. You can feel him squeeze your waist in affection.

Now you turn to the other woman: "Really good job, dearie, digging on my man, testing my limits. So, have a nice one and farewell."

You can see the wheels in her head turning.

Does she call your bluff? No, at least not yet.

Doesn't mean it's over, though...

She gives you a calculating look-over, probably wondering why this man would be with you [in general, but especially] when he could have her - but she doesn't voice you're not his league, as some might say. She notices his hand caressing you softly, small gestures that make your acting convincing - the final proof, you think, to make her believe your claim is true.

Yes, "OK, I get it, the two of you belong together", but "but then I won’t let that blond enigma off the hook, for sure!"

Your heart skips a beat.

"Pity", a deep voice chimes in. Neither that woman nor you have noticed the masked man's return, his eyes fixed on Beast. So both of you stare at him when he takes one final step, "I'm all hers as well. Actually", to put his arm around your shoulder and drag your body into his possessively, "we're a throuple."

That poor woman is speechless for a second, blinks, flummoxed. "Throuple?", she repeats, utterly dumbfounded, her voice dripping with doubt.

"Aye, throuple, ye ken?", now Mohawk closes back in on you as well, his hand sliding to the small of your back. His once mischievous smile grows darker as he pulls up one eyebrow and a corner of his mouth, showing teeth, grinning - it's the wolfish way: "We fuck each other relentlessly and live happily ever after, just the three of us."

The blond wolf knows to add an eloquent thought: "With just the right amount of cocks 'n' holes to take care of, one sweet, perfect cunt. Yours not needed."

Her eyes go wide at their crude, blunt proclamation, a behaviour so different from before, but you yourself can’t help the smirk that creeps on your lips. Too much information for her...

Her eyes dart to the upturned corners of your mouth, the way you can hardly conceal your grin gets her suspicious.

However, your own focus finds a reason to shift when at the same time you feel the two men moving you in perfect sync. While Mask's right hand is sliding up from your shoulder to your neck, his left hand is tracing your left arm downwards until his long fingers can intertwine with yours. Using only soft, sweet pressure, he's holding your hands against your hip. Meanwhile, he's turned your body away from facing the other woman so that your back is firmly pressed to his front.

You feel the outlines of his muscular body, too fascinated to do anything else but comply - and why wouldn't you? It's too delightful a moment not to simply bask in - hyperaware of how your handsome 'darling' has also fully turned to you.

He's the counterpart to the man behind you, pressing his chest to your front, radiating heat that directly pools into your core. It comes oh-so naturally for you to place your right arm on his shoulder, your fingers sliding up his neck and into the soft strands of his hair, by instinct. You could swear you hear him faintly moan in pleasure; you can see dark night dawning in the shining sky of his cerulean orbs.

Caught between two predators, you couldn't be a prettier prey for them to play with... They're a sling that grows tighter around you, a closely woven net you don't want to escape.

You just concentrate on the feeling, let it swallow you whole, relishing in the moment, pretty sure you'll never get anything comparable again.

It's a perfect moment - apart from the fact that it’s not real.

However, maybe that's just what's made it all possible for you - no self-doubts, no fear of overstepping or misreading anybody's signs, no fear of rejection - for you won't ever be close to one of these guys, who aren’t into any woman after all. That has been clear to you from the very beginning, undeniably. Maybe it’s the first time you really feel at ease in a situation that could be part of a fantasy (literally your own fantasy!) - and the way they play along (a bit exaggerated in a way, perhaps) does some good to your self-confidence, despite only being a play pretend.

Suddenly you are pushed back over the edge of reality when the reason behind everything disturbs your haunting demon of harmony.

"You do them both?", Beast inquires, voice too shrill.

Don't let her catch you, this was your idea! Play cool!

Your remark sounds casual enough: "Well, yes... Not necessarily at the same time, though..."

"Not necessarily not at the same time", Mask clarifies pointedly, just loud enough for the four of you to hear and he lets his hips roll against the curve of your arse in one smooth motion that holds enough pressure to softly push you forward.

His partner knows how to catch you, perfect timing, by letting his own lower body meet you less than halfway. If you thought the three of you were close before, then you were wrong. Now you definitely feel the outlines of their dicks against your body. The vice their muscular frames create presses a shaky breath out of you that you didn’t know you were holding. It sounds too close to a wanton moan.

Suddenly feeling caught out, you hurry to hide your face from her in the crook of Mohawk's neck, blushing.

"Careful", you whisper into his ear, in a mild shock regarding your reaction to the two men. Mohawk makes you look him in the eye, tenderly thumbing your chin, and grins like a challenge. The way he then gingerly licks his lips makes him look hungry, almost lets you assume he might actually want to try and get a bite of you... What a silly idea for you to have...

Time seems to stretch and leaves your mind in a dizzy state.

"Lucky you." Her comment startles you. Why is she still there?

You sigh. Ultimately, you've put yourself in this situation - which isn't unpleasant in itself, rather the opposite. So don't be shy in the last few metres. Keep playing until the curtain falls...

"Luckiest girl in town", you confirm and mean it, "Can always have my favourite sandwich whenever I want."

You turn your head so you can have it leaning against the cheek of the man behind you, who closes the distance between your faces immediately. He welcomes the gesture like a purring cat and you feel the low sound vibrate in his chest.

Finally Beast truly takes a look at the two men and the woman who has claimed them. She can’t but feel betrayed. Her face turns into an ugly display of her defeat.

She snaps at both man equally: "You could have just told me right from the start that you got a girlfriend."

"Less fun", Mask comments deadpan and doesn't care about how she looks at him, fury raging in her eyes: "Arsehole! Wasting my time like this with your childish games! Grow up!"

How you despise her for her ignorance, for not letting the issue drop at once unless another woman has put a valid claim on the objects of her desire... How you loathe people not accepting 'No' and blaming others...

There is a jet black feeling boiling under your skin like the most Stygian gloom.

Beast is still glaring at the three of you, she might be even waiting for an apology that will never come.

"We're done talking now", your voice is ice crashing on her heated temper.

Mohawk knows a drastic method to underline your words. He turns your face away from her, his warm hand cupping your cheek, and draws you in. For a kiss...

You feel bold, (wrath coursing in your veins because of her) moving your lips as a tribute to all these Hollywood film-kisses you've seen in your life, mimicking passion; no tongues, no such line would be crossed with him. This will stay safe, you assume.

He tastes of whisky - tar notes and peat with tangy crisp seaweed and smoky bacon swirling on the surface, hints of sweet vanilla. Mouth feel is superb, dark and sweet, grounding you.

How long is this imitation of a kiss taking that you can process all these impressions? What's your flavour on his lips?

The woman watches you kissing for an endless moment, but how would you know?

You're focalised on the open-eyed dance of your mouths that you're sharing with this stranger of your dreams, concentrated on keeping up the façade while the two of you are holding each other's gaze, his boyfriend pressing your backside to his own body. What a strange intimacy...

When you feel the man behind you carefully untangle your intertwined fingers to let his hand find its way between Mohawk's and your own body in order to have his wide palm spread below your heart, his other hand wandering up your neck and into your hair, soft strands gliding through his fingers like liquid silk, a pull that's not a pull, you know that the other woman has finally left.

It's time for you to break the kiss, observing the man in front of you, that smug smile spreading on his delicious lips and reaching into his eyes, half-lidded now like those of a well-fed cat. You are preparing for an awkward feeling to set in, but it never comes. Somehow you stay caught in that surreal bubble the three of you have created.

Should you have a bad conscience towards the man in your back for your having indulged in kissing his partner? You decide against this notion. He has no reason to be upset or jealous, has he? You did nothing wrong, only responding to a kiss, not initiating it yourself; somehow it wasn't even a kiss, all just a fake, a game, nothing serious...

Right here, right now, you don't have the slightest idea how right and wrong you are at the very same time...

[Prepare to learn, dearie dove - choices have consequences.]

"Pure dead brilliant, bonnie", Johnny beams, "Tha was the nicest way out of this fucked-up situation. Ta."

Your proud, sly smile replies: "Just couldn't tolerate her disgusting behaviour anymore." Then you shift your weight to prepare for stepping aside in order to give up the formation of your human sandwich, but the man in your back reaches out his left hand, placing it on his partner's biceps.

Your cerulean bliss smiles impishly at the masked man in a way that leaves no question as to their feelings for each other (Beautiful!) and lets the fingers of his right hand come to rest on Mask's lower arm.

Just a gesture of affection among them, for sure, but your attempt of leaving this flat triangle has failed miserably, keeping you caged between the two of them. (Probably for the better since Beast might still be around!) Anyway, why would you complain? So when his two saphires return to you, you add: "I knew I simply had to do something when she was about to get all handsy with you."

He grimaces in repugnance: "Aye, got too close, that one", then he addresses his boyfriend, "Bloody bint was about tae grab ma bahookie, ye ken?"

"English, MacTavish."

You can hear the grin in Mask's deep baritone.

"Sorry, sir", he's not sorry at all, "Let me translate: my arse." He flashes you one of his flawless smiles and a conspiratory wink you bathe in. Their banter is enjoyable!

Grinning, you present your own theory: "I bet she would have even kissed it right on the spot if you had told her to or simply let her..."

The man in front of you says nothing in reply, but you see his eyes flick to your lips. You feel the weight in your back shift when the tall blond leans forward to whisper in your ear, just loud enough for his friend to hear, too: "I think he liked your kiss much better."

Then you feel a soft press against your jaw that confuses you. Has he just put his masked lips on you?

You need to blink several times, clear your throat and reply: "That wasn't... real. Only some sort of film-kiss. No real kiss, you know?"

"It was lips on lips, hen. Half way up tae geez a winch, eh? Sounds much like a kiss tae me."

"Bloody looked like one as well."

"And tasted so, too. Yer such a nice addin tae Scotch whisky, bonnie."

You swallow - speechless, considering the turn this conversation is taking. You want to come up with some witty remark - but you totally lack any clever ideas... You play for time, reaching out to the bar counter, taking a sip from your drink.

You notice the blond's hand close around his own glas. It's only when Mohawk places his right hand on your hip that Mask lets go of the other's arm. To you it’s nothing but coincidence. The only thing you do know is that Mask will now turn his face towards the bar, away from the crowd, before pulling one sling of the mask off from behind his ear to take a good swig of his beer. You watched him do so many times in the past while you were observing the two of them. - Enough of a reprieve for you to sort out and contemplate your feelings.

You convince yourself that you shouldn't read too much into their flirty behaviour. After all, these two men are a gay couple. You will just enjoy yourself. Clearly no reason to get flustered, right? Have fun and flirt back - and let them kiss you if they like. For your part, you liked the kiss(es?) - real or not!

Then the fabric is back in place and Johnny grins at him, a thin-lipped, intense little smile, that suits his half-lidded eyes: "Ah bet she'd taste delicious with tha drink of yers as well, Simon."

The pale man hums in anticipation, a deep, rich sound, promising. "We shall see."

Still trapped between the two them, you turn to Mask as far as possible, attempting a self-confident smile in response: "Now shall we?"

His right hand lands at the nape of your neck, his thumb ghosting soft circles on your skin. "Guess so, sweet'eart. Or do you think we haven't noticed you staring and watching", your eyes go wide and the crinkles growing around his eyes tell you that he’s smiling, "at any occasion, right, Johnny?"

"Aye, very accurate, Si. Studyin us as if it was her job."

Despite the fact that he's talking to the mask (Simon!), Mohawk (Johnny!) is looking at you solely. "Like some spy, gatherin intel or so."

Spy?! Something in his voice makes you believe that this might not entirely be a joke. On the one hand, you're shocked about the fact that - obviously - you are far worse at people-watching than you thought. How embarassing! But on the other hand, it’s such an appealing idea that they think you capable of actually being such femme fatale. Thrilling! (Or worrisome?)

However, ... what would there be to spy about them, anyway? Despite their scars, testimony of various hardships, they'd hardly be some modern James Bonds...

Well, you couldn't care less! This evening is the most exciting thing since... Oh, don't rack your brains, honey!

You bite your lower lip as not to let them see the wide grin that would definitely threaten to appear on your face. "I'm no spy." A soft smile in your voice can be heard unmistakenly as you are about to look down to where your and Johnny's bodies are touching, but, within a split second, Simon's hand reaches around your throat, with the softest of pressures only, and keeps your head tilt up with his index finger.

"Luckily, you're not", Simon's voice, close to your ear, sends a shiver down your spine.

Johnny's words make it whip straight into your core, the promise of an underlying danger: "Good fer ye, lassie, and good fer us. Win/win situation. Rare enough." His hand seems to burn on your hip. And once more your world shrinks down to these two strangers.

Simon's mask touches your earlobe: "Had a bet whether you would take the first step, doll."

"And what a first step tha was, bonnie, placin yerself in my arms, makin me yer man. Sweetest compensation fer me losing." He winks at you conspicously, daringly, but you are still processing their words.

Simon lets go of your throat when you take your drink again. You drain the rest of your glas in one go.

"Finished?", the Scotsman asks, "Then cummoan."

You glance around the taproom. "Have you seen where she went to after she'd left us alone?", you ask.

It's Simon who answers your question. "Left the bar some time ago with her friends."

You nod, relieved immensely, for you wouldn't like her to come across you sitting here all by yourself. "That's good. OK. Have a nice evening then, you two." You try a good-natured smile. It makes you a bit sad that your night together has already come to an abrupt end.

The roguish look Simon and Johnny exchange with each other goes completely unnoticed by you.

Now Mohawk playfully nudges you with his shoulder, slowly, tenderly, as not to really push you away with it. "Wiz talkin tae ye, hen. Had the impression it got pretty obvious that the three of us would be leavin thegether."

This is an unexpected turn...

You stare at the grinning man in front of you, dumbfounded, kind of, speechless.

Could I possibly misinterpret their intention regarding the things to come?

The way Johnny's looking at you makes unmistakenly clear: he means it; however, they won't coax you into anything you wouldn't want - you can decline, put a stop to it, anytime; they themselves wouldn't offer anything they disliked, either. No obligations.

You turn to get a look at the man behind you. He holds your incredulous gaze, unblinking, followed by one single affirmative nod.

This can’t be happening...

Their directness, sincerity, makes your decision an easy one.

Too good to be true...

A playful smile starts to spread on your lips. You only wish your voice sounded firmer when you finally answer. "I'd like that. So what happens now?"

Johnny's palms run up your arms and down again. "Listen, bonnie: ye set the pace. All ye need to ponder about is the timing, eh?"

"The timing?", you ask, slightly confused.

"Aye. Make up yer mind, take a moment tae decide. We've got plenty o' time. Ye can have anything."

You're still no wiser when Johnny addresses his mate as if you weren't there and listening: "Ah'm curious tae see what she will pick. Ah bet she's already gone through every scenario in her head since she started watching us, our wee minx." Simon slowly nods in response. "Got that impression, too."

On your way out, you're comfortably tugged in between the two almost-strangers who have just happened to become your two boyfriends by accident. Johnny’s got his arm around your waist again, a heavy, pleasant reminder, solid warmth, whereas Simon's massive hand is a crisp burn at the back of your neck, alluring autumn on your skin, the phantom of a chill ready to reach under your surface.

The moment the three of you are out of earshot, the masked man helps you to see things clearly, to understand the transition from fantasy to reality:

"So, how do you want us, love? One after the other - or both of us at the same time?"

[thatnonameuser]

Hahahahha I Love the recent ask with the cats, so Idea is that the cats are the reincarnation of the Great 7 + frollo’s darlings, it’s Not just mc they rescue they try to rescue all of darling kind

If the cats are the reincarnations of the past darlings then they are desperately trying to save you, and other darlings, from the red flags of this whole world's nightmares for darlings. 

Cheshire making sure Ace and Deuce stay far, FAR away from you. And Riddle especially when he’s starting to show more of his controlling behavior. Because it reminds him of the Queen of Hearts.

Nala being surprisingly overprotective of Cheka when he comes by but still hisses at Leona when he manages to come by. Because she couldn’t protect her cub from Scar. 

Sushi refusing to let you get anything Azul gets you because he doesn’t want you to be indebted to him like he was Ursula. 

Rajah trying to blind Jamil with her claws to protect you from his mind control powers so you can’t be controlled like she and her family was by Jafar.

Duchess using all the power in her claws to keep you alert of the Pomefiore boys’ presence so you can’t be drugged and locked in a mirror prison like the Evil Queen did to him.

Chimera destroying every spy tool installed by Idia because the less he knows the harder it will be for you to be kidnapped and hauled off to the underworld like Hades did to her.

And Diablo stopping you from being brainwashed into blindly loving them forever like Maleficent did to him.  

Also MC bringing Count Claudius to NBC and your cat ‘on sight’ -ing Rollo the second he sees him being pervy with you. Since the MC doesn’t have a goat, they’ll be the goat, making the hypocritical Rollo pay for all the years their hypocritical priest made them suffer.

All of them know better and try to keep you far, far from repeating the mistakes they made. And while you don’t know what they’re trying to do, they know it’s helping. 

But of course, all your cats have their fears…..

Cheshire hates the colour red. And hates being locked in a cage, wanting to come and go as he pleases and not be restricted. Nala is the kind of cat that pokes you to make sure you’re alive whenever you sleep. As if afraid you’ll die. Sushi, despite his love of seafood, is terrified of water.  Duchess has a fear of not seeing their reflection for some reason. And if she doesn’t see her reflection once every hour she panics. Chimera has a crippling fear of the dark and despite his pudge he spends a good few hours basking in the sunshine. And Diablo’s dislike of magical artifacts also applies to the ones that protect you.

You wish you knew why, but they’re animals. So maybe that’s why. 

Maybe the cats figure out how to write their original names and you put two and two together. And then after NRC if you make it that far you become a darling rights activist until Crowley lets you go back home or you find your own way. 

Happy endings for Darlings are rare, but still possible. And an army of cats might help with that. Right?

[beef-brisket]

((I know 😂))

Adam watched the buildings and house go past. Everything about this place was beautiful. The colour's, how it merged with the hillside, how everything just flowed together.

It all seemed to be planned out. Even the architecture is like nothing Adam has ever seen before. The buildings have such amazing details.

Adam: Wow... this place...

Lucifer smiled: Pretty great, right? Satan puts a lot of thought and love into his domain.

Adam nodded, still looking out the window: I can tell. It's just... amazing.

They continued their way down the main street, and people cheered and bowed. Eventually, they make it to Satan's palace.

Once they step out, a man announces their arrival, and then he does it again once they enter through the giant doors of Satan's Palace and are standing in the large entryway.

Adam: ...Why isn't our castle this big?

Lucifer: Because Satan's an extremely tall man who may be compensating for something. Those of those things, I'm not doing. Amd you're tall. So. Why? Is pir castle too small?

Adam blushed: N-No, it's fine.

What about a dragon prince au?

Adam is part of a family that can turn into dragons, their feared by the humans. So they send Lucifer up as an ambassador to work out a peace agreement.

Sera, the matriarch would like a better relationship with humans, and so would her daughter. But her son, on the other hand is a different story.

He hates humans and thinks their entitled. He's the main reason theres such hostility between them and humans, as he thinks they should worship him and his family.

Adam: I really don't know why he need this fucker here.

Sera rolled her eyes: We need to fix relations between us. I refuse to let there be anymore violence between us. Especially from you, Adam.

Adam: Pft. So I burned down a few villages- who cares!? They were full of uggos anyway.

Lucifer instantly hates Adam, especially when he realizes he's the golden dragon that's been causing the most casualties.

But Sera is determined to change her sons view of humans, so she forces him to show Lucifer around their estate. She's made the threat of cutting his wings off if he doesn't behave and show Lucifer respect.

Of course, Adam manages to slip in some rude comments and jokes at Lucifer's expense. Lucifer is definitely pissed off. He didn't want to be here to start with, and he really doesn't want to deal with this guy.

He really hates how hot Adam is, and he's definitely not checking him out as he shows him around.

I love everything about this!

-

Adam might have a human form but that didn't mean he liked humans and this one in particular was rather annoying. But his mother told him to play nice and show him around, so that's what he's doing.

The only thing that gave away that Adam was a dragon was his eyes, they were bright gold and his pupils weren't perfectly round.

Lucifer walked with his arms crossed as he followed him, the palace was lovely but Adam was an asshole.

A pretty asshole but still.

Adam sighed: And that is the path to the village.

Lucifer: Village?

Adam: Is there an echo in here? Yes, village where everyone lives. Don't get any ideas.

Lucifer: What? What ideas?

Adam kept walking and they passed a garden that he didn't comment on.

Lucifer: What about the garden?

Adam frowned: You're not allowed in there.

Lucifer: Why?

Adam rolled his eyes; You're just not, now come on.

[yelenasdiary]

I dont know why i cant get this idea out of my head

But i’d love to just read fluffy soft wholesome fic

Of Artist yelena and her girlfriend decorating For Christmas in their house

Because of yelena being an artist she comes up with this crazy fun cute idea on how to decorate the house for Christmas for her and her girlfriend to do together

It wont be like your typical Christmas colours it be super colourfull like different coloured lights to go on the tree or round the house and stuff

(Please let me know if this request makes sense and if you do it please just like dm me)

~👀

A Merry Kaleidoscope Christmas

Pairing: Artist! Yelena Belova x GN! Reader

Summary: You and Yelena decorate the house for Christmas without the traditional Christmas vibes. 

Fluff

Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! It made me miss Painter! Yelena hehe, I hope you enjoy! x

Holiday Special Masterlist

Dating an artist always came with the holidays being bigger and full of so much creativity and that’s exactly how you found your girlfriend, staring blankly at the white wall of the living room, her mind racing with multiple ideas for decorations and layouts to turn the home into a Christmas wonderland. 

“What are you thinking?” You asked softly, knowing she was deep in thought with the way her eyes squinted ever so slightly with a tilt of her head, her ideas were flowing. 

“This year, we’re not going to do that traditional red and green colours. This year, I’m thinking big, bright and colourful!” She replied, nodding to herself as the images in her mind started to come together. “Have you ever looked through a kaleidoscope before?” She asked. 

“I have” you said, slightly unsure of what ideas your girlfriend had. 

“When you walk into our home, I want it to feel like you’re looking through a kaleidoscope! We’ll make homemade decorations and use every colour we can think of, every room is going to be so festive!” She beamed with excitement, her eyes brightened at the thought which brought a smile to your face. 

“Sounds interesting! I’m in!”

“We should probably head to the crafts store then” Yelena turned to you, smiling softly. 

The craft store was nothing more than a toy store to your girlfriend who filled the cart with bright colored paints, sequins, paper, glitter, some DIY ornaments to make the job a little easier and plenty of other craft items you were sure she would find a use for. Her enthusiasm only grew with every item she placed in the cart, leaving you to be swept up in her infectious energy. 

Once home, the first thing you guys did was start to decorate the Christmas tree. Yelena wrapping an array of neon lights around the green branches before you would wrap a different range of neon colored tinsel around the tree. Then it was on to the ornaments. Together, you painted and glittered the rounds of clear glass, creating a breathtaking range of different bursts of color. You watched as Yelena would pour so much creativity in her craft, perfecting everything to a tee! You helped cut out different shapes from the range of colored paper, gluing them together over shared laughs and a paper ball fight. “I think this is the best Christmas tree we’ve had!” You complimented as you took a step back to admire the Christmas tree in all its bright and colorful beauty. 

“We need one last touch” Yelena said as she pulled out a tiny, handcrafted paper banner that read ‘Merry Christmas’, she looked at you with her soft loving eyes, “would you help me jazz this up a little?”

“What do you think? An overload of glitter to make it pop?” You asked making Yelena chuckle lightly, “okay my little mind reader, how did you know?”

You playfully shrugged, “I might have seen you eyeing up the rest of the glitter” 

Yelena shook her head as she placed the banner on the dining table while you grabbed the bottle of glue. “Thank you for trusting my crazy vision, I like to change it up sometimes” Yelena said in an almost whisper. 

“Darling, I think all your crazy visions are perfect” you smiled, reaching for the purple glitter to sprinkle over the letter M, “I always look forward to what ideas you will come up on holidays like these and besides, I like not following the traditional theme sometimes… they can be tacky” you added. Yelena’s heart glowing with love at your words, “let’s make this a tradition then! No more boring and tacky Christmas themes! We’ll do it even bigger and better each year” she replied with a growing smile and her artistic mind racing with even more ideas for next year’s Christmas. 

“I love that! But let’s just focus on this year first” you said, bringing her back to the now, “now let’s finish making this glitter mess” you added with a playful chuckle. 

As the day turned to night and snow began to fall, you and Yelena found yourselves snuggled up in the warmth of the firepit, wrapped in the most colorful Christmas throw blanket that Yelena could find. Her arms wrapped lovingly around you, your head resting comfortably on her chest while she ran her fingers through your short hair. ��Merry kaleidoscope Christmas love” you whispered softly, sinking into the love that filled the room. 

Yelena, smiling softly, “Merry kaleidoscope Christmas indeed, I think we definitely accomplished that goal” she chuckled as she looked around the room. The soft glow from the neon fairy lights mixed with the shine of the fire’s flame lit the room perfectly, all the bright colors coming to life like the two of you were living inside of an actual kaleidoscope. Yelena, being the artist she was, couldn’t wait to show off all the wonderful arts and crafts you both had done. 

Yelena knew that this was only the beginning of their artistic adventures with you, and she couldn’t wait to make more memories with you. She placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, “I couldn’t have done of this if it weren’t for you, my muse” 

You looked up at her, already getting lost in her eyes, “I love being a part of your big, colour and crafty world, if anything you’re my muse” You smiled softly before she pressed her lips against yours, kissing you deeply like she always did. “I can’t wait to spend many more Christmases with you” she whispered, admiring the way your cheeks filled with love, “and to spend every other holiday with you, doing it our way” she added. 

“I can’t wait either, the neighbourhood kids are going to love easter and Halloween!” You beamed. 

“I love this…everything, I mean that” Yelena replied. 

You couldn’t help but admire how the twinkling fairy lights sparkled in her eyes, “I love you so much” she added softly, feeling just how much love she truly had for you. Waking up by your side each morning, coming home to you, sharing her creative mind with you whenever she had a burst of creativity, and you loved her for all of it. 

“You make every moment magical, my love, I love too” you smiled once more before diving in to kiss her again. Her arms tightened around you, not wanting to let any part of this moment slip away. With one moment at a time, the two of you would create a lifetime of love and creative magic.

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[98chao]

Question like whats ur process when coloring ur drawings

the truth is, i don't really have a process, i just kinda... ball it? X) i usually do what looks appealing to me personally, but i can write you some tips that work for me.

1. atmosphere

usually the colours i pick are meant to go with the general vibe of the drawing, the background atmosphere, etc. take this shitpost i drew for example:

even though the colours i picked for shadow milk are in the orange-green range, you can still tell he's supposed to be blue, right?

i did it like that because of the very warm lighting, even in the original monika pic you can see her colours are a lot darker and orange compared to her sprite. people change colours in lighting!

if i had just gone with straight up blue, it would've looked a lot worse. yeah, it's how he actually looks, but you can see it doesn't go with the rest of the art at all.

2. artistic intention

when it comes to intention, it should go without saying that you don't need a deep reason to pick certain colours and "it just looks good like that" is a valid enough reason (i do this all the time). but if you want to make art with any sort of symbolism, colour can be a way to help convey they meaning of your piece ... something something color theory, something something every colour has meaning, yea u get it. look into color theory

my example of this is this art i drew in february:

this differs for each person, but usually what your eyes would be drawn to first is shadow milk on the left, because he has extreme contrast to muddy warm tones of the art with his vibrant blue. next is the lily petals that are bright yellow, while it's still a warm colour, the brightness of it contrasts with the rest of the painting. i did it like this because 1) the lily petals were what i wanted to point out and 2) shadow milk is supposed to stand out and be an outlier !! i hope all that makes sense

3. ok here's where i talk about actually colouring/shading

a) Bro Just Hue Shift

ok so like shading depends on the atmosphere blah blah, but fr hue shifting for shading literally works like 90% of the time, doubly so if you have no real light source. example:

none of the colours used for shading are the same hue as the base colour i used. this is what it would look like if i used the same hue:

the colours, especially the golds just look dull and kinda gross. sonic especially looks sickly because the warmer tint was taken away 😭

this is one of those things where you just have to do what looks good to you, but typically when it comes to warmer colours i hue shift into a cooler colour (the exception is when it's gold like the jewellery above, which usually looks better with orange, when it's hair i usually do cooler colours tho). with cooler colours, most of the time other cooler colours are better (like blue with teal or purple shading, green with blue shading, purple with blue shading, etc)

this is partly where the "i just ball it" comes from, it just depends on what i think works for the art lol

b) your light source determines the shading colour

yeah, so when you have an art with an actual light source, usually the colour of that light source (with daylight it'd be like pale yellow or smth--anything w the sun would be in the warmer range) determines what colour the shade should be. light is a warm colour? the shade should be a cool colour. if the light was a cool colour, it'd be the opposite. usually you'd pick the complementary colour of the light source, but again i kinda ball it and do what i personally think looks fine.

here, you can see that the light source and thus the lighting is warm coloured while the shade is blue. (also, back to the atmosphere point, you can tell she's still purple despite the fact that neither the highlight nor shadow are purple)

there's also midtones in shading, which is optional, but you can achieve it simply by blending the light and shade together, HOWEVER you can also choose what the midtone colour will be which can make your art look better.

this art is unfinished, but you can see me do it a little bit here. it's also one of those "i'm just balling it" things because how you choose to do it is kinda just up to you, but it makes your shading look less flat :P i recommend actually looking into this because there are probably videos or posts that explain this specifically better than me

oh also, usually art programs have tools for colour correction like gradient maps, tone curve, levels, etc. that you can adjust your art's colours with. i recommend doing that if you want to play around with your colours a bit. these are the ones in clip studio paint 3.0

i think that's like the most i can say about colouring. i didn't know what exactly you meant by your question so i just went over everything it could've applied to lol. it's not something i think about that deeply so explaining it is kinda hard...

i can't really give you any tutorials about actually shading or anything because i just straight up don't know how to explain that sorry, and i don't have any speedpaints or process videos so... you must figure it out your own way (or look up videos on youtube) (or study other peoples art)... pave your own path and use the tips i gave if they're useful to you...

[moanz111]

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chapter 20 ✧ unforeseen circumstances - written + texts

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synopsis ✧ you've always dreamt of having your fantasy-like love story. naturally, hearing the sweet melodic ring of your love alarm was what you wanted the most, right? until it actually happened. four times.

pairing ✧ uni student! choi san x fem! uni student! reader

wc ✧ 4.2 k (i apologise)

warnings ✧ english is not my native language so there could be mistakes; attempt for humour; reader is confused af and so is san; swearing; mentioned fear of heights (reader is a bit scared but the description is very brief and she's riding a ferris wheel); reader is in an emotional crisis lowkey; lmk if i've missed something

If you got a penny every time you got yourself into an extremely uncomfortable situation, you would’ve had at least 20 by now and it was just 1 pm. 

You weren't going home anytime soon. 

“Y/n, stop spacing out. We still have 2 more hours,” Beomgyu whispered in your ear, nudging you with his elbow. You had agreed to come to this so-called “Love Alarm” dating event just to make him happy and maybe test your own alarm again, but you hadn’t had any idea it was going to be this excruciating for your poor soul. You tried your best to smile, talk to people when they showed interest but with each interaction your social battery was rapidly dying. Beomgyu, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of his life which made you feel a little guilty for having running away thoughts.

The park was bustling with students and music could be heard playing from speakers placed on the ground. Most of the benches were occupied by groups of friends or newly found matches that the alarm had brought together. A pinch of jealousy stung your heart by the sight of them. 

Wish my alarm and I weren't in a dysfunctional toxic relationship.

You let your eyes wander, trying to spot familiar faces even though the thought of someone you knew seeing you there, mortified you. The possibility of that wasn’t high but never zero since all of your university’s students were invited and granted an entry. You found it kind of funny - the way so many were positive their soulmate was walking the same ground as them right now and what they were waiting for was the love alarm to bring them together. For some that would be the case but others were surely up for disappointment. No one really knew how the whole mechanism worked and it appeared that everything was random - the time, the place but the alarm was certain of one thing - the person. 

Shaking your head as if it could chase away your thoughts, you took in the atmosphere and breathed in the fresh early spring air, the warm breeze ruffling  your hair which you moved out of your face, annoyed. 

“Can’t we go sit down and eat? If I talk to one more man, I’ll explode,” you said, stopping in your tracks and pointing towards an empty blanket on the grass near you. A bunch of people were lying down on the field, chatting, eating or playing board games. You wished you had brought your cards deck. A rematch with Beomgyu was all you wanted after he had beaten you in a game of war last weekend. 

“Fine,” Beomgyu rolled his eyes, strolling towards it and you followed quietly behind him. If you made him talk enough and maybe made him ride the ferris wheel with you, maybe he would get tired enough so both of you could go home. As if sensing your plan, he abruptly turned around, “Stop scheming, we aren't leaving.”

You let out a sigh and sat down on the white blanket with colourful flowers drawn on it. It was warm and fluffy and it tickled your hands as you plopped yourself down, supporting your body on your elbows. Maybe if you fell asleep then…

“Hey, isn't that Wooyoung?”

Yeah, your plan was definitely going down the drain. 

If Wooyoung saw you here, he would make fun of you for centuries and he could even tell Mingi about it. Or even worse. Choi San.

Choi San? Who was currently walking beside his friend, apparently not having spotted you yet.

He had a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket on, his black jeans matching it. A beanie of the same colour was covering his hair and you noticed a necklace dangling around his neck. 

He looked…good?

... handsome? 

You shoved your thoughts away and focused on Wooyoung instead who wore his usual black Chrome Hearts hoodie and some baggy jeans, a beanie on his head. The two boys’ outfits matched which made you smile to yourself. But who were you to laugh when you and Beomgyu weren't any better. Your closets were basically almost identical. 

“Over here,” Beomgyu shouted as he got up to catch their attention. This was going to be the most mortifying interaction of the day. 

Another penny added.

“Beomgyu, don't call them over here,” you whispered as you got up to a seated position, tugging at his jeans. 

“Don’t be so obsessed with me, they’re my friends too.”

You snorted at his answer, turning to look at the boys who were approaching you. Wooyoung was enthusiastically waving in your direction while San looked indifferent to what was about to happen.

Lately, it was harder to be around him. After he made the step to try and make amends with you, you weren't sure how to behave around him. Did that make you friends again? Or maybe just acquaintances? Whatever it was you tried your hardest to be on your best behaviour especially for Wooyoung and Mingi’s sake. For Seonghwa’s too. You had no idea how he managed to stay so composed while you bickered over nothing during tutoring. Maybe he was due his apology soon.

“Now, now, look who we have here,” Wooyoung exclaimed as he stood in front of you, grinning. San was next to him, greeting Beomgyu with a hug. “I’m hurt, Y/n. You could've just asked me out instead of coming here.”

“You and Y/n? I’d rather bleach my eyes than witness this,” Beomgyu chimed in before you got the chance to respond to which Wooyoung laughed.

“Makes two of us,” San added, a slight annoyance apparent in his tone, and you looked at him curiously. For the first time in a while you weren't met with his cold eyes, piercing right through you. His gaze was warm, maybe even friendly? 

My brain is playing tricks on me.

“Don’t be so jealous, Sannie,” Wooyoung said, tapping him on the shoulder which earned him a smack on the neck. “Ouch?”

“Deserved,” Beomgyu laughed and looked over at you. “Cat got your tongue? Oh, right, she said she doesn't want to talk to men anymore today.”

“Trust me, you will get the longest silent treatment out of everyone here.”

“Mean.”

“So what are you two doing here?” Wooyoung asked, changing the topic just as you and Beomgyu were about to start bickering again. Truly fascinating how the biggest instigators turned into peacemakers in dire situations. 

“Y/n wants a boyfriend and since I’m an amazing friend, I came to judge her questionable taste,” Beomgyu teased and you pulled at the fabric of his jeans again, making him slightly lose his balance. 

“He wanted to say he was the one who dragged me here because he can't go anywhere alone,” you said in a matter of fact tone which got a chuckle out of Wooyoung. 

“This version is more believable.”

“And what about you two,” you asked, trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible even though curiosity burned in you. You could imagine Wooyoung coming to an event like that but San? It wasn’t like you knew him that well anyway, maybe he was looking for a partner. For some reason, the thought of that made your stomach twist a little. 

Huh…?

“I dragged San here,” Wooyoung announced proudly and wrapped his hand around his friend’s wide shoulders and San threw him a sarcastic smile. “Don't tell anyone though, it's between the four of us.”

“Yeah, and the 10 other people who saw us here and greeted you,” San added.

“Oh, well…That’s something I can’t control. Having a pretty face means attracting attention.”

“Anyway, why don't we hang out for some time? Y/n and I were just about to eat,” Beomgyu suggested suddenly and all you could do was to side eye him. Sure, of course they were his friends but you and San in the same space was never a good idea.

“A spectacular idea!” Wooyoung’s enthusiasm was contagious. You had to calm down and enjoy the moment, Choi San wasn't the cause of every problem in the universe and he wasn't even that bad. He had a good sense of humour and he had a pretty laugh and dimples and you loved his habit of him closing his eyes when he found something funny and-

“Y/n to Earth…” Beomgyu’s voice brought you back to reality and you shook your head. What was in the air today? Maybe it was the pollen that had you acting this weirdly? “You totally spaced out.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you said after coughing quietly to clear your voice and you shifted your focus to Wooyoung who you thought had probably said something moments ago, judging by the amused expression on his face. Staring at your shoes all day and spacing out wasn't going to make things better. “What were you saying?”

“I said me and Beomgyu will go grab some food from the trucks and you and San can stay here and wait,” he repeated and you shifted uncomfortably in your place. Yes, the universe was testing you.

Sure, you had been alone with him plenty of times be it for tutoring or when you used to hang out before but now it felt different. Your nerves were going to eat you inside out. 

San had an unreadable expression on his face when you looked at him and Beomgyu just winked (?) at you when you turned to him so you just shrugged. “I’m okay with that.”

“I’m okay with that, too,” added San and Beomgyu and Wooyoung looked at each other, a knowing smile forming on both of their lips. 

“Then we’re set,” Beomgyu clapped his hands and patted you on the shoulder as he bent to pick up his bag from the ground. “Behave yourself.”

“What am I? A dog?”

“Obviously. Then, see you in a bit.” As both Beomgyu and Wooyoung turned their back on you and walked towards the food trucks, you felt abandoned. Maybe that was a little dramatic. San was just San. No need to be so stressed. You could just sit in silence and that was going to be it. No need to have a conversation. 

“So how are you doing?” San asked as he laid down on his side next to you, his hand supporting his head. You could sense the scent of his perfume and his biceps were basically almost ripping his jacket in this position. His face was glowing, his clear skin illuminated by the sunlight, gently coming through the tree’s branches. Mentally, you slapped yourself across the face. Staring was rude. 

“I’m alright,” you answered, trying to find strength again. You seriously needed to stand up. Choi San shouldn't have had that much power over your mind. “Exhausted after the social torture Beomgyu put me through.”

San chuckled at your comment, his dimples slightly appearing. “I guess I understand why he and Wooyoung get along.”

“They’re friends?” 

“Shouldn't you know that,” he asked, confused, one of his eyebrows raised. You knew they knew each other. Obviously, Beomgyu was close with San so it was only natural for him to be around Wooyoung too but your friend never talked about this, given how your relationship with San was. 

“I just had no idea they were that close,” you said simply. San regarded you curiously for a moment before speaking again. “I think they’ve got closer recently. I don't know how or why but they’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

“Then they’re definitely up to no good.” This was truly interesting. Beomgyu was notorious for doing things behind your back so you wondered if this was the case this time around too. Him making remarks about your dating life all the time, telling you to stop “adding more men to the equation”, him giving Wooyoung your number, you joining his talent show team, him flirting all the time, San, his best friend and your arch nemesis, suddenly following you on your social media and being kind of friendly, and now Beomgyu dragging you here and Wooyoung was miraculously here too? Was he…No way. There was no way.

Was he setting you up with Wooyoung? 

The thought made you shiver. There was just no way for this to be happening. 

You stopped yourself from gasping at the realisation and instead closed your eyes to take a deep breath. Beomgyu was going to get an earful from you very soon.

Maybe you could ask San about it? But what were you going to say to him?

Hey, I think my best friend is trying to set me up with your best friend so I wanted to ask you if he’s in love with me?

…

I sound so delusional and out of my mind.

You chose silence and turned to look at San who was staring at the small stage being set up a few meters away from you. There was going to be a concert later in the afternoon organised by the university’s band and you wondered if Beomgyu would make you stick around for this long to watch it. 

Suddenly, your phone vibrated in your tote bag and you took it out, seeing you’ve got a text from Beomgyu.

You sighed, locking your phone and turning to San again. “Beomgyu said Wooyoung feels sick so they went back to the dorms.”

“What? Is he okay? I should go there too,” San said and took out his phone. 

“He said they didn't need help and he just needed to take some pills. But you can text him, just in case…” you trailed off, unsure of what to do now. San didn't answer, instead focusing on his phone, seemingly reading a text. His eyebrows furrowed more and more with each movement of his eyes and he rubbed his temples with his free hand. “Yeah, he has texted me. Apparently, he doesn't need any more assistance and will take a nap.”

“Well, then I won't keep you if you want to go home too,” you said even though you weren't sure if you wanted to do that yet. Yes, you absolutely hated the speed dating and Beomgyu dragging you around but this was also a chance to maybe find out what Choi San’s issue with you was. If you cornered him…

That sounds too insane.

“No! I mean,” San hesitated. “We can at least grab some lunch together. Wouldn't hurt, would it?”

“I suppose not,” you said, smiling slightly and surprisingly San did the same.

Hanging out with your so-called arch nemesis wasn't as bad as you thought it could be. 

San ordered for you, paid for your lunch, treated you to some bubble tea and then got you ice cream. Yeah, maybe it sounded like wallet abuse on your part but in reality he just kept insisting on doing all this and wouldn't hear any of your protests. It was a bit flustering even if you were secretly enjoying it. His company was also nice. He was respectful, kept the conversation going and surprisingly he seemed to be having a good time too. 

Time seemed to pass by quickly while you were together. You found yourself talking about anything and everything with him - he told you about his current florist job, how annoying some customers were and how much he adored making bouquets and arrangements, and you told him about your love for clothes and fashion and how you still haven’t returned Hongjoong his sewing machine. You joked, you laughed and you felt liberated in a way. For the first time in a while  you didn’t have to tiptoe around San, too afraid that the thin ice beneath your feet was going to crumble.

Is this what happens when we aren't so stubborn?

Currently, you were sitting on a bench, taking in the atmosphere around you in comfortable silence as the last sunbeams were illuminating the sky. The sunset painted it in shades of orange, pink and purple and you sighed contently, bopping your head in the rhythm of the song that the university’s band was rehearsing. A small group of people had already gathered and was clapping in encouragement after each song. San was humming quietly next to you, tapping with his foot and you snorted. “Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?”

“What do you mean,” he said surprised and turned to look at you. His natural soft blush could be seen on his cheeks and your heart warmed up at the sight. For probably the 10th time today. He had taken his beanie earlier and now his messy locks were falling freely around his face.

“Being good at dancing and now even at singing? Can’t you leave something for the rest of us?”

Your comment earned you a chuckle from San, his fist coming up to cover his lips. you could swear his cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red. “No need to exaggerate, Y/n. Lying is bad.”

“Hey, I’m being serious,” you exclaimed. “But better hide that talent from Beomgyu. He would get even more mad that we aren’t in the same team for the talent show. I heard he has been looking for a vocalist.”

“And while we’re still on the topic,” San said, running his hand through his dark hair. “Why did you agree to join our team?”

“It was a good opportunity to practice my skills. Plus, Wooyoung was way too enthusiastic for me to turn him down.”

“Even though you have to spend more time with me too?” When you met his eyes, a glint of hope and maybe hurt could be read in them. When had things gone so irrevocably wrong with both of you? 

“Listen,” you started, unsure of what to say. There wasn’t truly a right or wrong answer. “I don’t mind spending time with you, it’s just so…”

“Awkward?” “You could say so. But it’s also hard because I have no idea what I have done to you. I want to fix this,” you gestured to the space between you two. “But again - you aren’t helping. Maybe I’m not doing it either. We’re both stubborn.”

“Yes, we are I suppose,” San agreed, seemingly deep in thought. “I just don’t know how much I can tell you and how much you know…”

“What do you mean?”

A ding interrupted San who had just opened his mouth to answer. “I’m sorry.”

You hurriedly took your phone out of your pocket and saw you had 5 new texts from none other than Beomgyu.

Feeling your heart picking up its pace, you clenched your jaw. You were so so so so wrong earlier. Beomgyu wasn’t setting you up with Wooyoung. 

It was San all along.

The tutoring, the way Beomgyu was so opposed of you hanging out with Yeonjun, the way he was trying his hardest to force you and San to interact...

You wondered if Wooyoung was his accomplice then and what had he told San? Did San know anything? 

“Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale,” San’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you locked your phone, forcing yourself to look at his now concerned face as he put his hand on your shoulder. 

“Everything’s alright. It’s just Beomgyu being a menace.” You smiled lightly and you fought the urge to get up and run away. 

Even if the situation was becoming severely uncomfortable with each passing second, this all didn’t automatically overrule how happy you were with San today. You got to see his usual sweet self and not whatever was presented to you on the daily. You also had got so close to him opening up to you so you couldn’t just leave him like that. Your heart was greedy to spend some more time with him before you had to deal with whatever Beomgyu thought he was doing. 

“Are you scared of heights?” Your sudden question made San furrowed his brows confused and you just pointed to the ferris wheel shyly. 

As San took your hand gently and led you to the tickets queue, all you could see were his deep dimples.

Yes, you were positive your heart was going to burst today.

You were a little scared of heights. 

But exposure therapy worked, right? It had to because currently you were hanging meters away from the ground and the only thing you could think about was how you were almost able to feel San’s breath hitting your face. The cabin was rather small and his form being much bigger than yours meant he was taking most of the space even if you were sitting across from each other. Your legs were between his and occasionally your knees would touch which sent a jolt down your spine that you were desperately trying to ignore. 

Instead, you focused on the view before you - the sun had completely disappeared under the moon’s watchful gaze and now the city’s  and the campus’ lights were shimmering like stars in the distance. San’s surprised squeaks would make you giggle now and then when he was showing you something he had spotted while the ferris wheel was spinning slowly. 

“This is my first time riding a ferris wheel,” San said quietly, drawing your attention back to him. Even though the cabin lacked lighting, you could still see the playfulness in his eyes as he looked at you intently. 

“It’s my first time too,” you admitted, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. Was it always this hot here? 

“Really? That’s rather special, Y/n,” San teased you. “Wouldn’t you rather share this moment with someone else? I’ll start thinking we’re friends.” “Well,” you coughed, clearing up your voice. “I’d say I would like to consider us friends given how civilised we were today.”

San laughed loudly, his whole body shaking, “That’s true. Then - friends?”

“Friends,” you answered grinning and took his extended hand to shake it, sealing your deal. His hand was hugging yours completely and you wished you could stay like this a little longer when you lost contact with his skin. “You still haven’t told me the whole story behind our enemies era though.”

“Shouldn’t you tell me your point of view too?

“I was just returning the energy you were giving me.”

“Deserved,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Let’s say this can wait for another time. I don’t want to ruin this moment like any other we’ve had lately.”

Something passed in his eyes, an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher but when were you able to do it when it came to San?

So now, locking eyes with him once again, you felt electricity buzzing between the two of you as he leaned in closer to you. Unspoken words were hanging around you and filled the space but you shoved those aside and noticed his gaze going back and forth between your eyes and lips. You felt your cheeks heating up under his stare and you held your breath, too scared to make even the quietest noise. Your faces were mere centimeters away from each other and

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you cursed your phone mentally. You were sure you put it on dnd mode earlier.

“Don’t worry. Answer it,” San said softly and smiled at you, leaning back on his seat and putting some distance between you two. It wasn’t like you were going to kiss anyway. Right?

Nodding, you reached for your bag, forgotten on the seat next to you and your hand was searching for it impatiently until you felt it and took it out. Just as your trembling fingers were about to unlock it, the cabin shook causing you to drop your phone on the ground. “I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay. I think we’ll have to get off soon,” San explained as he reached down to grab your phone for you. “And you really need to stop apologising.”

At this moment the doors opened and the employee announced that 20 minutes had passed so the fun was officially over. You stepped out first, feeling a little dizzy and walked to the side so you could wait for San without blocking the way. 

Seconds after, he came next to you, handing you your phone with an unreadable expression, “Here you are.”

“Thanks,” you said, panic arousing inside you. 

What if it was Beomgyu again and he saw his weird texts? Or even worse - it was the group chat since Beomgyu never knows when to shut up-

“I’ll go get us some water, you can wait here if you want to,” San said as he looked around. “There’s an empty bench there.”

“I’ll go sit there then.” 

Parting ways with him even for a bit, gave you room to process what had just happened in the cabin and you sat down with a sigh. Your feet hurt because you chose to wear your new shoes today out of all days and more than anything you felt so many different emotions at once that you had no idea which one to focus on first and it made you even more mentally exhausted. You weren’t sure what was happening between the two of you but whatever it was - it was gaining momentum way too quickly. 

Are we crazy? Yesterday we got into yet another argument and today…

Reading your texts, you decided, was the easiest task for now but as you unlocked your phone, everything came crashing down around you once again. 

Your blood froze as the severity of the situation hit you. The answer had been right under your nose this whole time.

San was possibly your soulmate.

note ✧ i know this got very long and i feel like it's 5 chapters in one but i really want to get things moving so please understand 😭 i haven't written a full length chapter in a while so feedback is greatly appreciated, i hope this isn't that bad (the struggle was real and im not sure im satisfied but)! i hope you enjoyed reading it <3

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[changingplumbob]

Glenn: Does the pleasure, umm... does the colour tell you...

Henri: Tell me what? Because I'm pretty good at telling the shades apart

Glenn: How... like how strong the bond between the people was

Henri: Sometimes, if it's strong and has been for some time

Glenn: So it wouldn't tell you how much he really liked me

Henri: Glenn I generally go with, if they're having fun with no clothes, they have to like you at least a bit

Glenn: Oh

Henri: It uh... it does show that it was your first time sharing woohoo with someone

Glenn: It does?

Henri: Yeah, the strength of the blue hue differs depending on novelty

Glenn: You're not going to make fun of me now are you

Henri: What? No. The whole concept of virginity is outdated, straight centered and sexist

Glenn: I can't argue with that. Do you think I should tell him

Henri: He... didn't know it was your first time?

Glenn looked down and shook his head.

Glenn: I thought about telling him but I was worried he wouldn't go through with it if he knew

Henri: Fair enough but Glenn, I'm getting the feeling you want to pursue things with this guy. If that's the case you should tell him eventually, he'd probably like to know. But it is up to you, don't tell him if you don't want to but just be aware the truth has a way of coming out

Henri needed to grab another layer from home for the cold but he sent Glenn up the tower to prepare the cauldron. Glenn hadn't actually done any work with potions before. His grandfather had always been nature based and Glenn followed his tutelage.

Peeking underneath he saw a bed of crystals forming an element of some kind. Best set it on fire he supposed. He said a quick incantation for a small flame, sending it down to the crystals. A bed of mist above them seemed to ignite and start glowing blue.

Henri: We should probably put something in it before the bottom of the cauldron scorches

Glenn: Oh, how like you put oil in a pan first?

Henri: Exactly. So generally you want to use water as a base. Most of the ingredients you use will be water soluble

Glenn: Will be what?

Henri: It just means they'll break down and mix together. You can just fill it up with tap water or, do you know the spell for siphoning water from the humidity in the air

Glenn: Umm, I do not

Henri muttered a spell and waved his wand and a lot of water appeared in the cauldron.

Glenn: Umm, did you get all that just from the air

Henri: Cauldrons have this... what's the English word? Magnification ability, they will always look more full than they are since the magic is done on a small scale. Makes baking a lot of fun in a cauldron

Glenn: So, it looks like a big bubbling pot but it isn't

Henri: Nah. You'd be lucky to get four flasks out of this

Henri explained the right incantations for stirring the mixture and after showing Glenn the proper stance let him have a go at copying him.

Henri: So now we add the apples

Glenn: Do we just throw them in whole Snow White style?

Henri: Pardon?

Glenn: You know when the Evil Queen dips the apple in the mixture and a skull appears on it to kill Snow White?

Henri: That will not be happening. Okay so you want to core the apples and throw in the peel separately. Then get the seeds from inside the core and grind them up to a fine powder

Glenn did as instructed, saying the required spells and stirring the mixture with each addition.

Henri: Okay so I think it's time to add the pleasure

Glenn: How much do we need

Henri: Well it's a potion of plentiful needs. That means all your needs go up, all your needs get satisfied

Glenn: So... all of it?

Henri: Exactly! Now it's best to drip it in slowly while stirring. Go ahead

Glenn unstopped the vial and began to let the refined pleasure drip into the cauldron. Muttering the incantation to stir the mixture he wondered at the colour being added. Henri said the amount of blue showed novelty but Glenn couldn't see any blue in the pink. It must just be that after all the years Henri had lot of experience telling the pinks apart.

Henri: Alright now you just need to let it blend properly. I'll leave you to it, you'll know when it's done

Glenn: Wait, how will I know when it's done

Henri: It's gray now but when it's ready it will turn dark blue over about 30 seconds. Then you can just bottle it up

Glenn: Thank you for talking me through it Henri

Henri: You're welcome. Now I got to get to the bakery

Glenn waved him off and watched the cauldron. It took maybe 20 minutes but then the mixture did change to a solid blue. Glenn was delighted it had worked and began to fill up some flasks with the potion. Maybe he could gift one to Silver when he came back?

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[lizzieolseniskinda]

RAFE CAMERON - gingerbread house☃︎

x FEM!reader (POC!friendly)

SUMMARY: reader and rafe have a gingerbread house contest

WORD COUNT: 1055

GENRE: fluff

Lizzies Christmas Masterlist. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

the living room was filled with the soft glow of christmas lights and the scent of gingerbread. you and rage sat at the table in his house, both surrounding by icing tubes, colourful candies, and multiple gingerbread pieces.

you were having a friendly and innocent contest of gingerbread house-building.

“i’m totally winning this,” rafe said confidently, eyeing the pieces in front of him.

rafe had been competitive since the moment you suggested it. he was determined to build the perfect gingerbread house. his brows were furrowed in concentration, and he’d been muttering to himself about how “easy” it was going to be. but as the minutes ticked by, things weren’t exactly going his way.

“why won’t this roof stay up?” rafe groaned, his fingers now sticky with icing, bits of broken gingerbread scattered in front of him. he huffed and tried again, but the more he pushed, the more his walls caved in. “this shit’s rigged.”

you stifled a giggle, glancing at your own house, which was coming together nicely. the walls were standing tall, and you were happily adding little gumdrops along the roofline, completely content in your holiday project. “you’re supposed to let the icing set before piling everything on,” you teased gently, watching him scowl at the lopsided structure in front of him.

“set? i don’t have time for that,” rafe grumbled, wiping icing off his hands. “this is a contest, not a waiting game.”

you laughed, reaching over to give his arm a reassuring squeeze. “it’s okay, babe. it’s supposed to be fun!”

your gingerbread house was pretty close to being perfect, but you were having the time of your life.

“how is yours so good?” rafe groaned, his brows furrowed in frustration. “mine looks like it’s about to collapse any second.”

you looked over and stifled a laugh. his gingerbread house was, in fact, on the verge of falling apart. one side was caving in, and the roof was barely holding on. but seeing him so frustrated made it even funnier.

“you just have to be patient, rafe,” you teased. “and maybe don’t use so much icing.”

he muttered something under his breath, clearly getting more and more irritated. he tried to fix the roof again, but it slid right off. “are you kidding me?” he grumbled, now glaring at the house as if it had personally wronged him.

rafe looked over at you, his eyes softening as he took in how happy and relaxed you looked. the way your eyes sparkled as you placed each candy decoration carefully, the way you hummed a christmas tune under your breath — it all made him pause.

maybe he was taking this a little too seriously.

letting out a long sigh, rafe set his gingerbread roof down and leaned back in his chair. “okay, okay,” he muttered, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “i’ll chill out.”

you glanced up from your masterpiece, raising an eyebrow. “oh? did the great rafe cameron just admit he was stressing out over gingerbread?”

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “maybe i did. but don’t get too smug about it, alright? it’s just because i’m letting you win.”

“oh, of course.” you grinned, setting the finishing touches on your house before looking at his. it was a bit of a mess — the roof was still sliding down, one of the walls was crooked, and there were way too many decorations crammed into one side. but it had charm. “honestly, i think yours looks cute.”

rafe raised an eyebrow. “cute? is that what we’re going for?”

“yup,” you said with a nod. “and besides, no one’s judging here. it’s about having fun together.”

rafe’s smirk softened into something warmer as he leaned over to press a kiss to your temple. “well, if that’s the case, i’m having fun. even if this thing is falling apart.”

just as you both were admiring your houses — or in rafe’s case, coming to terms with his — topper walked in, holding a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and stopping in his tracks as he saw the gingerbread battlefield before him.

“what’s going on in here?” topper asked, his eyes scanning the table. “did a gingerbread house hurricane hit?”

you covered your mouth laughing, and rafe shot topper a glare, crossing his arms over his chest. “i'd like to see you do better, man,” he challenged, though the playful tone in his voice showed he wasn't actually mad.

topper wandered closer, inspecting both houses carefully. “hmm, let’s see…” he tilted his head, looking at rafe’s sad attempt first. “this one… it’s got character. a little rough around the edges, sure, but it’s got heart. like… if the house was designed by a demolition crew.”

rafe groaned, throwing a piece of broken gingerbread at topper, who dodged it with a laugh. then, top turned his attention to your house, his expression softening. “now this one… this is a work of art. perfectly symmetrical, cute little decorations, and look at those gumdrops! yeah, i think we have a winner.”

you smiled at the compliment, while rafe just shook his head. “traitor.”

“hey, i’m just being honest,” top said with a shrug, smirking as he took a sip of his hot chocolate. “sorry, rafe. looks like you got crushed by the gingerbread queen.”

rafe grinned, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “yeah, well, if i had to lose to anyone, i’m glad it’s her.”

You smiled up at him, feeling warmth spread through your chest.

topper chuckled and turned to your house once more, his eyes widening. “y/n, seriously, you should enter some kind of contest or something.”

you beamed, glancing over at rafe, who was still staring down his gingerbread mess. “thanks, topper.”

“yeah, well,” rafe said, crossing his arms and smirking. “she still had an unfair advantage.”

“what, being good at it?” topper teased, making you laugh.

rafe just shook his head, but there was a soft smile on his face now, his earlier frustration gone. “whatever. i’m still calling it a tie.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “if that helps you sleep at night, sure.”

the gingerbread contest hadn’t exactly gone as planned, but with rafe by your side, it couldn’t have been more perfect.

[rainingfishandfrogs]

Mastermind Meta - Colour Theory and Symbolism

Okay so in Sept. i added this long ass analysis on colour theory and foreshadowing to one of @warblogs17282's posts and i wanna revisit that post a little while looking at the colour changes during the bridge in mastermind since the colours i looked at in that post make a reappearance here

buckle up this is long

like in my other meta, the colours we'll be looking at are blue, red, purple, and gold; to reiterate what i said in that post:

red is seen as the colour of anger, love, passion, and danger

blue is oftentimes used to represent sadness, but can also invoke feelings of calm or sometimes luck

purple can mean royalty, ambition, introspection, and creativity

gold can represent success, compassion, optimism, and luxury or grace

the last three all have ties to wisdom and emotionally gold can symbolize a "deep understanding of the self and the soul" (taken from Empowered By Colour)

but we're also going to add an extra meaning and one other colour - real simply put

red = blitz

blue = stolas

purple = they're in harmony with each other

royal blue = empathy, dependability, reassurance, kindheartedness, and acceptance

this is how the bridge opens (and btw for anyone who doesn't know "bridge" is a section of a song, typically toward the end, oftentimes the verse before the final chorus - big (music) key changes happen here so it can sometimes be seen as the most important part of the song):

clouds of red and blue together but not mixed, not touching; there's this like...layer of blueish-black in here separating the two colours

since the beginning of the song, stolas has been pretending to be angry that blitz is getting credit for his "mastermind plan" that's why it's all bathed in red so the fact that he's still standing in the red here makes sense

blitz is also standing in the red; he's angry too - at the situation, at stolas for calling him stupid in front of all of hell, at the higher classes for oppressing imps

but blitz is also standing on blue water-imagery

in art water can symbolize a lot of different things, but this water specifically looks like puddles which can symbolize:

reflection

impermanence (short-lived)

introspection

distorted view of reality

pay attention to that

another layer to this shot is that the trial was all about blitz before stolas got there - blue closing in on the red and the puddles under blitz look like someone just ran through them > stolas came running for blitz

okay next shot - what do we have here? more blue clouds, red lights, what looks like red fog, and feathers flying

red lights often mean danger or stop, some of the feathers look like they're burning but are actually stolas' demon form feathers, blue clouds could symbolize the sky or space (as in space dust) > i would argue that this shot is foreshadowing that stolas will lose his powers and position not his life

stolas will Stop being able to Use His Powers (symbolized by the feathers) to touch the Sky (aka space and the stars which are coloured red here)

but bc the characters don't know that the rest of the song doesn't read that way at. all. instead this can be read more like - stolas is gonna die and that's why he can longer use his powers to touch sky/space which is also what we the audience were supposed to think might happen

since red = blitz and blue = stolas, they're still not on the same page since the colours are still separate BUT they're getting closer to being on the same page since there's red fog - which is (basically) clouds that are touching the earth as opposed to being in the sky

and BOOM there it is! look at blitz's face! his stupid fucking face! and the red and blue in the background are touching! stolas is bathed purply-blue and blitz is starting to Get It - the red light on him has a very slight purply undertone and his expression and lyric make it very clear that he senses something sus

okay so...this shot...this fucking shot! ignoring the fact that stolas looks like a literal goddamn angel and all of that symbolism can we just focus on how both of them are in puddles of glowing blue? and that it looks like the blue light coming from stolas is pushing the red light backwards?

the anger is gone - sadness is coming

but more than that this is after blitz has realized that stolas is Up To Something and now stolas' plan is about to be reflected back at blitz - he's about to fully Get It

the background is fully blue, the lighting is purple - this is about stolas and what he's doing > he and blitz are finally on the same page about what this mean for stolas

red and blue are starting to mix here (background) as stolitz begin singing in harmony

shining blue light, blue background, purple owl - stolas is saying goodbye here...

...and blitz knows it...

...and once again...

...there is nothing he can do to stop his owl...

now watch the chains:

yup! first instance of gold is blitz's chains...why does that seem so familiar?

hmm...not sure...something about...what was it? intimacy and being afraid to love and be loved? but actually liking the metaphorical chain bc it means stolas will keep him? and in turn he gets to keep stolas?

oh well it can't be that important

ANWAY

the lyric here is "what are you doing i don't deserve this!" which is highlighting a few things:

it's another call back to FM and stolas portaling blitz out of the castle - bc he didn't deserve that; blitz shouldn't've been yelling the way he was and he was very aggressive, but he did deserve time to think and process and apologize for his earlier misunderstanding and then making stolas cry; they deserved to have a conversation but here once again stolas is making a choice for blitz

blitz doesn't believe he deserves the same protections he affords others and therefore thinks stolas is being stupid by throwing his life away for blitz

on a higher note blitz doesn't deserve to have the love of his life die this way - lying and sacrificing himself for him? blitz doesn't deserve the amount of guilt that would leave him with; they still need to have that conversation

onto the next shot

we're fully in it now - all the royal blues, golds, and purple, and stolitz are in perfect harmony!

oh...gold feathers...also familiar

but notice how they don't touch either of them? these feathers aren't trapping or suffocating

they're instead a clear sign that these two are sharing an emotionally intimate moment - possibly the last one they'll ever have with each other (they think)

i also wanna highlight this very blink-and-you'll-miss-it action from stolas (it's so fucking fast in the episode! literally feels like a split-secound frame):

the bridge of mastermind is meant to shed a light on what exactly is going on, what exactly stolas is doing, and during the entire time stolas has barely looked at blitz

he could do it before, when saying goodbye when blitz was still figuring it out, but not for that long

but he can't bare to look at him now - not now...not while they finally understand each other and are finally being all the way open with their feelings and are finally on the same goddamn page

(oh god i'm running out of image space guys)

look at all of that purple and gold and royal blue! they're completely on the same page, singing in perfect harmony and confessing to each other - they are in love with one another and their dramatic asses just had to tell each other this way!

those idiot motherfuckers!

the ending of the song is so 80's i laugh BUT it's also very important because it's a massive neon sign to the audience that lets us know that these two are now finally on completely on equal footing emotionally - "i love you, and i want to be with you"

but they can't be...they've run out of time - satan is still here, they're still in court, and it's time to go

[justrainandcoffee]

The wedding

Prev. || Masterlist

Summary: After the lovely night they shared together, the moment that Alfie didn't want to come, comes. It's the wedding day between the young Stark and the woman he loves and Alfie can't do anything about it but watch it happen. || Rose finally meets James, her future husband.

Warnings: None.

Words: 2.6k || Emilia belongs to @cillmequick

105 AC

The Tyrell, and Alfie, arrived at the North only two days ago and Rose's soul was already devastated. She grew up surrounded by flowers, bees and trees. It was a mix of greens and multiple colours for miles and miles around her. In front of her now was the most deathly landscape she ever saw. It was just white, only white, and only the dark brown tree trunks were different from the sterile landscape.

And it was a place where Alfie couldn't provide her with any warm hug. Instead, she had to make do with her future husband.

Rose expected someone intimidating. Someone that with just looking at him, you could think he was indeed the heir of Winterfell. But, although tall, the first thought Rose had about James Stark was that the young man had the saddest eyes she ever saw.

To Alfie's displeased, the young Wolf kissed her hand as soon as she put a feet in the Castle and smiled at her as well.

"Welcome to Winterfell, my lady," he said quietly.

"Thanks, my lord."

Lord Jared Stark was courteous and kind receiving them, there was no sign of the man people talked about. He even joked with Rose's parents and didn't waste time to invited them in.

The younger Stark, Jay, and his betrothed Emilia Mormont from the Bear Island received her with a warm welcome. Rose liked them almost immediately, it was hard not to when they were doing all they could to make everyone feel comfortable. Including Rose's little brother, Lewys -only 7 years old-, who seemed to had a kind of love at first sight looking at Emilia because as soon as she greeted him, the kid ran towards his mother and hid behind her from where he spied on the young northern girl.

The only one who didn't speak a word and remained in in the shadows was Lady Stark who didn't bother to move from her place and the Tyrell opted for not bothering her considering she clearly didn't want to participate. She remained alone, far from her family and looking at them with aversion. All about Alysse screamed "you're not welcome."

And Alfie's mood the following days matched with Purple Alysse.

The next two days, Alfie couldn't find a single moment to be near Rose because all the time James was next to her. It was understandable considering he was the one who was going to marry her and they needed to know each other, and yet, for the young Baratheon it was unfair because those were his last moments with her.

And the morning previous the wedding day, everything was much worse.

From the very first moment, Emilia noticed something between Lady Tyrell and him. It was the first time they shared a dinner and even in the momens that followe. It was the way Alfie's eyes were on Rose and the way she smiled at him, when she thought no one was looking. Even when more than once it was a sad smile, it said a lot about them.

The servants were preparing everything for the wedding while the family was dispersed around the castle. Emilia found a defeated Alfie under a tree, already wearing his best clothes waiting for the inevitable.

"If it helps, lord Baratheon" she said to him, "James Stark it's not a bad man."

"I don't care."

"You should care, you love her. It's not my business, but I thought it was appropriate to let you know that. I want to believe that you know here in the North, men are more rude than in the South. Maybe it's the weather that force them to be more brutal… I don't know, but if I were you, I'd find some peace knowing that he could never hurt her."

His response was just grunting, before punching the tree, frustrated as he was "It's not comforting! That bastard! He'd never love her the way my Rosie deserves. What if he follows his father's steps? Did you see that woman? Now I understand why people call her Purple Alysse! With all respect, Lady Mormont, you don't know how I feel."

"No, I don't know and you can't do anything now either. Except say goodbye to her and I can help with that."

Emilia smiled at him and turning around, she started to walk towards the castle and gestured him to follow her.

"Why are you doing this?" he finally asked after he decided to follow her. "And why do you care?"

"Because I believe that in this world love still matter, and I mean love, not just an arrangement between families."

"Your arrangement seems to work well."

"I'm lucky, I guess. Jay is special," Emilia said unable to hide her smile.

.

The Starks gave Rose her own bedroom before the wedding to prepare herself for the moment that was going to change her life forever and to say the truth, Rose was terrified. Her mother told her that everything was going to be fine, but she wasn't sure about it.

All she wanted to do was return to Highgarden, to that secret place she shared with Alfie and stayed there forever. James was nice, it seemed to be gentle, but he wasn't Alfie. And yet, in a couple of hours she was going to have sex with him. With her husband.

The maids were doing her hair when Emilia knocked on the door before opening.

"Leave us alone for a moment," she commanded and they obeyed.

"Is everything alright, Lady Mormont?" Rose asked.

"I'm here to ask the same, my lady."

The southern girl nodded looking herself in the mirror. She was wearing a dark green velvet dress embroidered with golden threads, the colours of her House. The crown was a beautiful rose that the Starks gifted her. She looked nice, Rose thought, but she wasn't happy.

"I'll be fine," she finally answered.

"Lord James is a good man," Emilia said. "I know it."

"Yes, I think so," Rose managed to say before a lump appeared in her throat. Emilia put a hand on her arm to comfort her.

"Come with me a second," Lady Mormont said.

Maybe it wasn't too much, maybe it wasn't what they wanted but it was the only thing she could do for them.

The small room next to the Rose's one had the door open and to her surprise Alfie was there. The tears she was trying to hold finally started to ran down her face.

The last thing Emilia saw before closing the door was him putting his arms around her and bringing the girl against his chest.

"I should have listened to you," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist "we should have escaped. I don't want this, Alfie. I don't want this."

"Rosie…"

The idea of picking her up and ride his majestic horse, Cyril, far away from there was the only thing he'd think about. But he was going to end dead and probably she too. And together but dead wasn't the idea of eternal happiness. He caressed her hair, she looked beautiful but she was going to marry another man and the idea was killing him. Instead of answering, he kissed her and she let him. It was like the last few years, secret kisses, hidden kisses, as if their love was a sin.

"You need to be strong," she said, pulling apart "for us. Because I can't be strong, so one of us has to do it for the other. If you say to me that you want to run away with me, I'm going to say yes. But it's not what I have to do. Can you be strong for me, Al?"

It was unfair, if only the Tyrell could have seen him as the man he was and not just a friendly pupil, like another southern ally. If only his father… the rage inside him started to boil his blood again.

"I love you. No one else," she said against his chest.

"I love you too, Rosie." He kissed her once last time "I'm going to be strong for the both of us," he promised.

.

James Stark was wearing a heavy fur cloak and his sword was in his waist when Rose finally saw him. His blue eyes matched the snowy landscape around them. Both families were around looking at the couple with expectations, most of them looked pleased.

But that was probably the first time Lord Tyrell saw beyond the appearances: his daughter was smiling in front of the young wolf but there wasn't happiness in her eyes. Instinctively he searched for his former pupil and saw him looking away, angry. Maybe sad, too.

"Are you sure about Stark, father?" His eldest son, Samwell, said to him years ago. "Isn't more convenient a marriage between Rose and Alfred? Two southern families together… we can compensate the Starks. Think about it."

But Samwell I didn't think about it because he belittled his son's words. Maybe he shouldn't have.

The couple, holdings hands, said their vows and in front of all of them, they became Lord and Lady Stark.

The music was cheerful, the bards singing encouraged people to join them, the food was great and there was plenty of wine. At the main table, the newlyweds were watching people dance and celebrate, they seemed to be happier than both of them were.

"Welcome to the family," Jared I, clearly drunk said to his now daughter-in-law with putting a hand on her shoulder. "You will have a great life here, girl. Just wait."

"Thanks, lord Stark" she said forcing a smile. The eyes of Lady Alysse were on her, so Rose pretended to drink wine. People said awful things about Lord Jared but it was his wife the one making her feel uncomfortable.

"This is not what you want, I know that." James said and they were the first words he spoke as her husband "but I promise to be the best spouse I can for you, my lady."

"I promise the same, my lord," she whispered.

"When my brother left," James said, "I felt like the world was on my shoulders. I wasn't conscious at all, or at least totally, until he left. This was his place, not mine. He knows how to act in this kind of situations, I don't."

"Nothing prepares you for this. No matter if this was your place or not."

The eyes of Rose and Alfie met but with Alysse watching at her like she was some kind of demon, the girl paid attention to James again.

Music and alcohol made things easier for him and his new wife when the bedding ceremony started after few hour and when the moon was shining already in the skies. His father was so drunk that couldn't walk and most of the guests were in similar conditions. Men and women who decided to participate were more focused on shouting inappropriate jokes and laughing out loud than in the process of undress the couple.

Alfie retreated himself to the opposite side of Winterfell, away from the noises and laughing people.

"I told you not to get involved with her," Samwell II said approaching him.

"Leave me alone, Sam."

"Just move on, Alfie. There's anything you can do. This was written long time ago."

"Mmh."

"Things will get easier, because it can't be worse, right?" the heir of Winterfell said.

"Leave me alone," the young stag repeated. Listening to him, his friend pated his back and walked away where his family was. His little brother, finally fall asleep on Lady Tyrell who was caressing his hair.

"I told you that you needed to reconsider her marriage" Samwell said to his father, not hiding at all his discomfort. "Next time try to listen other people instead of being a selfish prick just negotiating my sister's happiness."

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Finally the guests managed to take off their clothes and put her on her new bed while also pushed James to her. Laughing and singing, they left the bedroom, leaving them alone for the first time.

Naked as she was, Rose felt vulnerable. The memory of Alfie touching her weeks ago came to her mind and she couldn't help but compared both moments. She sat in bed, with her knees on her chest and hugged herself the best she could.

James did the same only that he used a robe on the chair to cover himself, then, he put a blanket over her. Rose looked at him confused, but accepted the blanket and covered herself with it.

"We don't need to do this," he said.

"But we do. Because they expect I give you children. And I guess you know how the process is."

"No one expects you getting pregnant tonight."

"I know. James," she said calling him for his name for the first time. "I know you're a good man, you know? You're not cr…" Rose bit her lip. "I'm sorry."

"You can say it. Cruel, like people call my father. They're right, that's what he is. And no, I'm not like him because when you grow up with someone like him, like me and my brothers did, the last thing you want it's to become a monster, too."

"What happened to your brother?"

"He's different. Jared was always different. He is the bravest of us. The smartest one. All my life my father was proud of him in ways he's not proud of me or Jay, that doesn't discouraged him to hit him too, tho. Until one night, the perfect son was found with another man. You can imagine the rest."

"No, I can't and I don't want, too. I'm sorry for what happened."

"Don't. If something I learnt from my father is how not be like him. Our future children are safe here, I won't allow him to touch them. Nor you."

"Thank you" she said sincerely. He was a good man. Rose knew he couldn't love him, but what other options did she have? Things could've been much worse.

The fireplace illuminated the bedroom. Outside they still could hear people who were still celebrating, despite the newlyweds weren't there.

"James, we need to do this," she finally said.

"I know."

It was her who kissed him first and then she allowed him to guide her, after all the only experience she had was with Alfie. That was a duty, not love, and yet both of them were kind with the other. She even managed to make him smile, something that wasn't very frequent for him.

James took her in his arms and laid her in bed.

"Are you okay?" he asked looking at her, brushing her hair from her face. She nodded.

The moment the marriage was finally consumed, was softer than Rose originally imagined. And it was because of him. James did everything to not hurt her and it was surprisingly pleasant.

But after that, when she was in his arms before falling asleep, Rose only thought about Alfie. Her Alfie who promised to be strong for her.

I love you she said to him in her thoughts. Believing she won't be able to see him again.

But she was wrong because it didn't matter how gentle and caring James was, there were two people ready to show the her that her time as the most valuable flower in Highgarden was over.

Things in the North were ruthless.

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This specific colour palette on leathers makes me behave in a way I should be ashamed of

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I added some colours to her :)

[ajwalker7900]

I thought of this after watching the new episode and had to draw it immediately

omg a textless version yayyyyyy!!! now to rewatch film red

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Finally back, with a lil more of Chill's Artist Admiration Sketchbook; making fanart for blogs I like :D

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Accessoires and colours my beloved <3 <3 <3

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