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uwuch9n · 4 years ago

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hey !!! today i’m gonna be trying to write some fluff to calm myself down and also try out something new in the process ! hope whoever reads this enjoys it :)

characters: kenma, nb y/n (self insert or oc) and a bit of kuroo :D

warnings or possible triggers: ear biting, neck kissing, wrists/arms being touched, stressed/overworked/anxious reader, and a thunderstorm/heavy rain ! please do not continue reading if any of these things could trigger any unwanted reactions ! maybe the next time i write some fluff or sfw fanfics you’ll be able to read ‘em !

a nice welcome home.

after a long day at your new job, a manga artist, you decided to end your shift for the night and head back home. you wiped the sweat off your forehead but the stress wasn’t easy to get rid of. the office wanted the manga to be done as soon as possible and you couldn’t get the last few pages right. it was very obviously a hard week for you. luckily it was a friday so you’d get saturday off, but sunday you had to go back.

after getting yourself together you stuffed your things into your bag and walked out to get in your car.

“hey there y/n! lookin great huh, i see you’re ready to go home to lil kenken right?? how you doing?” said kuroo as he ran into you right outside the establishment. he worked near that area and decided to stop by, luckily he walked into you at the right time.

“im doing well,, i guess.. i just was overthinking a bit but i’m sure tomorrow, or even tonight, i’ll be able to refresh myself and relax..” you said almost trying to avoid contact for the time being. kuroo noticed you didn’t seem to excited about things and so he decided to give you some words of encouragement.

“i’m sure whenever you get to relax you’ll be ready for work again! and besides you got a lil pal waiting for you at home, don’t you look forward to that?? he’s pretty good at comforting,, and i should know”- he chuckled. you gave him a smile and nodded in agreement. you let out a sigh and walked off to your car right before kuroo grasped your left shoulder and pulled you in for a hug. he patted your head with his hand and reassured you. you got a little flustered,, but kept it in.

“you’re doing amazing, really. i know you work really hard, so make sure to cool off, ‘kay? you got this in the bag!” he said, you clearly being able to sense his smile through his decently raspy voice. he let you go and gave you a little push to get you back together after the short hug, and you both waved goodbye.

well that was quite an experience. you knew that kuroo wasn’t a homewrecker, especially when it came to kenma’s s/o, but he was getting much more comfortable and supportive with you. that made you happy, but after thinking about what had just happened, you refocused and started your car.

you drove through the freeway and noticed all the billboards promoting businesses that you knew you’d rather be working at. you meet a stop sign and let out a sigh while other cars drive by. when it’s time to go, you go, as one would normally do, but you noticed that some water droplets were gently hitting the windshield of your car. it started getting a bit rougher and even more water droplets starting hitting your windshield, only this time they got louder.

you could hear all the other cars driving by thanks to the water that was slightly flooding the streets. you make a swift turn into your apartment complex and slowed down as you arrived at your apartment. you park at your designated spot and turn off your car. you adjust your bag straps that had fallen off your shoulder without you realizing, and reached into the back side of your car to get your umbrella. unfortunately it wasn’t there so you’d have to get wet, and it was raining pretty heavily. you sighed and reached into your cup holder for your apartment keys and got the right key ready in your hand for when you got to the door.

you slam your car door and lock it.

“goddamit” you let out as you start feeling your clothes getting humid. your shoes were hitting the floor inundated by the rain. you started running towards your door which fortunately was on the first floor. you inserted the key into the keyhole and turned your wrist gently as you peeked into the window. you could see the flashing lights of the tv. kenma was probably playing games again.

you closed the door and brushed yourself off as you glanced at kenma who had turned to see what that noise was. he knew it was you but he still wanted to see your pretty tired face. you gently took of your shoes and put your jacket and bag on the racks on the wall next to the door. you pushed your shoes with your foot and went to put on your favorite slippers.

“hey love, how did today go..?” asked kenma in a soft gentle voice, as to not startle you while you still were trying to shake off the water that had been absorbed by your clothes. you look up at kenma with an exhausted expression. “today was very stressful,, my manager told me to hurry up,, the artwork is due literally wednesday of next week and i can’t even get the stuff i’m working on now finished and-” kenma stopped your rambling by gesturing a hug and making gentle movements to come here with his small hands. you looked at him with a surprised expression, and then quickly changed it to a pleasant smile.

by then you realized that he had paused his game and the music of the game was still playing in the background, only a little quieter then when it’s actually on. you head to his little pile of blankets and pillows, and saw your favorite stuffed animal and a few snacks already set up for you for when you came home. that made you feel a lot better than before. “hey kenken, what’s all this stuff?” you asked acting clueless, but also trying to hear what he had to say about the setup. “it’s just a few things for you to pick out from,, i even brought you your little frog plushie; i know you like it..” he said while grabbing it and handing it to you. he blushed a little as you took it from his hands, gently caressing his as you did.

you took a look at a frog plushie but before you could get a full 360° look of it you saw kenma’s slender hands covering the two small black eyes of the plush. he set the plush down on your lap and grabbed your wrists. he knew your wrists were probably tired and sore after all that nonstop sketching at work, so he started gently rubbing them with his thumbs. he looked at your hands as he did, and then looked up at you. you had a cute shocked expression which he loved to paint on your face. he giggled and then went in for a kiss on the cheek.

after his soft tender lips were lifted from your cheek, you felt a bit of rustling and then a little blow on your ear which made you squirm. he bit it gently and kissed the side of your neck, while you sat there a bit flustered. kenma was usually the type to just give you a kiss on the cheek and continue playing his game, but recently you were getting much more attention from him. you didn’t mind it though, you kinda enjoyed it rather.

“you don’t have to give me neck kisses y’know..” you said hoping that he wouldn’t listen and just continue for a good minute. he of course didn’t stop and completely brushed off what you had just said. he moved to your shoulder and started kissing it, and then he pulled away. he look at you and gave you a smile, leaning in for a kiss afterwards. you kissed back and then grabbed him by the shoulders. both of you were blushing intensely, his blush just a little more calmed down, but it was there nonetheless.

“let’s eat some snacks, shall we?” you say after pulling away from the kiss and sitting there being a hot mess. you could hear the rain only getting rougher and rougher, and at one point you heard thunder. it was gonna be a loooong night. “let’s do that then” he said smiling as he reached over to the bowl full of strawberry pocky and small chocolate chip cookies. he fed you a stick of the strawberry coated biscuit and you nommed down on it happily, while he pulled away the excess pocky stick and brushed crumbs off of your lips with his thumb. his hand grasped the side of your face and he went to kiss your cheek once again before feeding you the rest of the pocky.

kenma turned to face the tv and then slowly got up to grab another controller for you to play with, since he was already playing a game and he wanted you to play along as well. you watched his flimsy self get up and come back to the floor in front of the couch. he sat down criss cross apple sauce style and handed you the controller, all while the thunder was still alive and the rain was still pouring.

“do you want to keep playing this game or... another game i have in our room...?” asked kenma in hopes that you’d say you wanted to continue playing the game he was already playing. he didn’t want to get up when he was right next to you. “this game seems fun, i’d love to play it with you” you said happily as you took the controller he had handed you and held it correctly so that he could get the multiplayer setting on and you’d be ready when he did.

you heard silly sound effects from when he switched the setting to multiplayer, and it filled you up with motivation for some reason. the thunderstorm and heavy raining didn’t bother you anymore because you knew you’d be safe with kenma. the music of the game got louder and kenma slowly lowered it a bit as to not disturb the apartment building. “you have to jump over the brown mushrooms and then jump into the green tubes and-” “..super mario bros..? don’t worry baby i know how to play this one” you winked at him and he let out a giggle.

he layed his head on your left shoulder which made you blush, and you followed it with a wide-eyed expression. he didn’t look too into it though, he was just focused in the game, and for him it was only nature. you rested your head on top of his and continued to play. time passed and it was around 2 AM. you and kenma had played for hours, and kenma was seemingly getting pretty tired, just as you were. “hey bub do you want to maybe go to bed now?” you suddenly paused the game and asked. “bed..?” he looked confused. he directed his eyes to the couch behind you two and you followed, quickly looking back at him.

“do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?” you put the puzzle pieces together. he nodded his head. “you don’t have work tomorrow so i figured you wouldn’t mind sleeping with me on the couch....” he said quietly in hopes that you would. you grabbed his face with your warm hands and kissed his forehead. “yeah of course i do!” you said trying to be enthusiastic, although your tired face barely allowed it. you both got up and he laid on the couch. you tried getting the bowl of snacks from off the floor and bring them to the kitchen but kenma quickly pulled you into his arms.

“tomorrow.. tomorrow we can clean up...” he said exhausted as you now were covering his body with yours. you adjusted yourself as did kenma and you both got into ‘cuddle mode.’

his arms wrapped around your body and you slowly started to kiss him all over. he laid his head back onto the arm of the couch. you relaxed your stiffened body, and closed your eyes as the music from the video game slowly faded away into nothing. kenma’s arms rubbed your back and moved to your head and shoulders. he gave you a final kiss on your head before drifting off to sleep.

that’s all ! i hope you enjoyed this self insert x kenma fluff fanfic ! if this does any good i’ll consider writing more fluff in the future :))

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owlf45 · 4 years ago

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Hello! I really love your art and I was wondering if you have any advice for a beginner artist trying to make there own style?

fiofniwoe oh god i am pretty much the least qualified person you could’ve asked this question, since i consider myself pretty much a beginner and i do NOT have a consistent style whatsoever, but ill try?? to give my own experience?? i guess??

from my own experience, art is one of those things where you learn the rules of... whatever it is youre doing to bend or break them. for example!! if youre drawing people, its really important to understand at least the basic rules of human anatomy. even if your knowledge isnt GREAT, having that bit of knowledge can help! instead of slapping down lines and hoping it looks good, you can push or pull those anatomy rules a bit more confidently without it being a strain on the eyes. (my favorite example of this has to be this lovely art.) when i first started i tried to jump straight into stylized art and it was usually a mess, or my art was constrained to one position and lacked variety. it really wasnt until i brushed up on the basics that i felt more confident in what the fuck i was doing and could have more freedom to my drawing capabilities. so if youre just starting, i would personally focus more time on a simpler style to practice those basics. then when youre more comfy, move onto building your style in a certain direction.

also!! art styles take time to build!! im sure if you scroll back far enough in any artist’s catalogue of stuff they’ve posted, youll notice that immediately. you can see the transition, but its a slow thing. sometimes it takes months, other times years. but it’s really not an overnight thing. maybe one day you find this really cool lighting technique you never considered, and then you realized that this brush youve never used is a thing... and then! loh and behold! you could shade like that?? oh and you can exaggerate those portions of the face?? who knew! and then an artist looks back and oh shit!! their art HAS changed! so if youre just starting art, dont stress yourself so much about trying to find your “unique” style immediately. it’ll come with time!! just keep on pushing and pulling the rules and adding new things that look nice, removing old ones that aren’t so nice. you’ll get there.

if you feel like youve got your basics at least somewhat down and youre only stagnant in your style, then, well, look at art that you like. what draws you to it? is it the shape? the colors? the lighting?? the medium?? or is it just that the guy drew the eyes really cutely and you want to try something like that? or maybe someone draws birds that are so huggable and you want to try it yourself?? try incorporating those little details or techniques of what you like into your art, and see what clicks, what doesn’t.

also!! watch!!! timelapses of art!!! art tutorials are informative but if youre like me who cant keep attention for shit, watch and pay close attention to the speed lapses where people talk about funny stories or play cool music in the background and see what those artists do when its not the expectation to educate. how do they build the structure for faces?? how do they blend colors?? do they do multiple sketches?? how DO they do their sketches?? what kind of blending and painting techniques do they use?? what kind of shortcuts do they do that you didn’t notice previously?? look past your preferred medium and find artists from all kinds of crafts and youll see how much you can learn. it’s really helpful to just watch them do their shit, especially because they show stuff they do without realizing how it might be helpful. for example, i watch neytirix and i realize they do lighting above the lineart layer (i think with some kind of airbrush tool) to give it a more soft glowy effect which!!! i would not!!! have otherwise thought about!!! even though its really fucking obvious in retrospect!!! when you binge a lot of artists’ videos repeatedly their patterns become easier to point out and you can learn a lot.

anyway, stare at cool art! surround yourself with artists who are extremely talented! theres so much you pick up without realizing it! doodle well and often!! maybe youll stumble across something you like to do. and last but not least, find your medium and pick up your tools and fuck around with them!! maybe youll find something cool for yourself, who knows?? its a process and your style will evolve and grow with time. just keep on trying new things out, testing what you like and don’t like, and keep on growing. an art style is only unique (imo) because it is a conglomeration of all that youve learned from countless different people.

anyway. you should probably ask someone whos not entirely self taught or has more experience, but i hope this was slightly helpful!!! idk maybe im stating the obvious, in which case i apologize for that!!!

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mirror-juliet · 5 years ago

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Body paint-Lee Seoho {Smut}

Requested by Anon.

Im taggong @youneedapiratekink cause i can💙✨💙✨💙

I am so sorry this didn’t come out on time like it should have, i’ll admit i got a little lazy over the weekend. I hope the chapter makes up for it.

Thank you for requesting

Tags: Body paint, rough sex if you squint, hand kink if you also squint. Art hoes. Unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it kiddo’s.

"Hey babe, can you hand me that brush?" Seoho asks but the question just goes through you as you focus on his beautiful hands, putting more pigment onto your page.

"Hey!" You shriek as he snatches the oil pastel in your hand.

"Can you hand me the brush to your right please?" He asks again, pointing to said brush.

"Only if you give me a kiss." You purse your lips, holding the brush close to your chest.

He easily takes the brush from you and continues his painting. You pout cause he still has your pastel on the other side of him.

"Seoho~" You whine, poking him on the forearm. "I need my pastel~~"

You keep pestering him until he yelps from you pulling his arm hair

"Pastel. now." You point at it and hold your hand out. He reaches down and licks it, immediately regretting it. He gets up from his chair and runs to the work sink, putting his mouth under the faucet.

You take this opportunity to grab the pastel, resuming your shading. "Can you come sit back down, i need to see if i should add something else."

He comes back over, sitting down and resuming his painting this time with a sour look on his face.

"Why are you even drawing my hands?" He gives you one of his hands, painting with the other.

"It's for school. What's it to you?" He pulls his hand back. "Well it is attached to me, so pretty it's important."

You scrunch your nose at him. "Why are you painting me?" He cracks a smile as he looks at his reference photo of you, nearly naked, only a translucent sheet covering you.

He thinks back to when he had Xion photograph you. He was so flustered and didn't know if he was being respectful towards the both of you, A fond memory in his eyes

"What's it to you?" He mocks your words, grinning wider as you smack his arm.

"I don't know what i'm going to do with it it when i'm done, i just wanted to paint you." He looks at you and kisses you lightly as he cups your face, getting paint on it.

You stand up to go rinse it off when he stops you by holding your hand. "Leave it, it's cute."

You sit back down and continue to do oil sketches of different parts of Seoho as he works on his painting.

You begin to loose yourself in your art, being pulled back out by said man.

"Your art is beautiful, but you need to take a break and eat something." He puts down a cheese, meat and fruit platter that you didn't realize he had gone to make.

You reluctantly put down your sketch book, knowing Seoho would make you eat one way or another.

The two of you talk about nonsense, mainly upcoming art projects and wish lists for what supplies you two would like in the studio.

The bell at the front of the studio sounds, making Seoho get up from his spot, allowing you to finish your slice of cheese and get back to your work.

You decide to make a piece with your own hand as a model, seeing as your favorite model was busy with his art shop. Not only was he a very talented artist, he made most of his living by restoring paintings, sometimes taking art commissions himself.

That's how you met Seoho, restoring paintings.

Your art class was learning about restoring paintings. The teacher had Seoho come in to teach a thing or two, as he was one of the most pleasing graduates from the college three years prior. He had taking a liking to you, paying more attention to your work throughout the week as he was teaching your class.

When he was getting ready to leave he had told you to stay behind, that was when he gave you his number to meet up for lunch sometime. A year has passed since then and you agree that was one of the best moves you've made.

A set of hands rubbing your shoulders alerts you to Seoho's presence.

"Do you have a new piece to work on?" You ask reluctantly, knowing he would ask you to leave the studio and back into the house, he had a thing for people not being around for the restoring process.

"No, Hwanwoong and Xion have to do another photo shoot for their major. Hwanwoong wants me to do a painting on you. Is that okay?" A spark sets off in your eyes, you whip around.

"Really?" You grab his hands in excitement, already pulling him off to the supply's

"I'm going to take that as a yes then." He laughs at you as you pull out the body paints.

"I don't know what i'm going to paint on you yet. Will you wait until i get a sketch down?" The sparkle in your eyes dim, allowing him to grab one of his many sketch pads.

He beckons you closer with his finger. He pulls you closer to him sitting at his drafting table, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a long kiss to the lips.

"Do me a favor baby girl and go take a shower. The paint will stick better." You smile down on him. Giving him another kiss before slowly detaching yourself from him.

"I won't be long."

You quickly bounce inside his house that is attached to the shop, making your way to your shared bathroom.

In the shower, you take care to shave off your body hair, knowing it would show up on the camera's and make Seoho's work look messy.

When you get back to the studio, this time in a robe and with your hair in dutch braids, Seoho is setting up the air brush and brushes. You hug him from behind, slightly startling him.

"Do you want to set over there?" Seoho points to the stool now on a tarp, ready to catch any of the paint.

He walks back over to you, helping you remove your robe and applying the pasties for you, making you shiver at his cold touches.

"So are the boys still here?" You distract yourself from how gorgeous he looks while working.

"No, they went out for lunch. I told them i would call when i'm done painting. I don't think Xion would want to see you half naked again." He smiles at the last part.

"Wont he see have to see me half naked when he takes the photos?" The coldness of the primer makes you flinch.

"Yea, but he thinks the paint will make a difference. Hwan would probably enjoy it though." You both laugh at the Casanova of a friend.

You both fall into somewhat of silence, listening to the music that plays, and watching the older man as he focuses of the painting.

It's amazing to you how he could look so attractive while hair slightly covers his eyes.

He looks up to you, sharing your gaze until you blush hard and look away.

"You act like this is the first time i'm seeing your body like this." He brushes a dark purple color along your rib cage, sending goose bumps across your skin, not unnoticed by Seoho who only smirks.

You find yourself biting your lip more often, occasionally humming along to the songs that seem to only edge the uneasy feeling between your legs. Seoho doesn't help either by steadying his beautiful hands by laying them against your skin.

He crouches down to work dangerously close to your heat, even though there is a pasty covering you, you cant help but feel nervous he would figure out your situation.

Seoho surprises you by sparking up and placing hard, wet kisses to your lips; supporting your back so you wouldnt fall off the chair.Enticing small moans out of you

His other hand works on removing the stickers upon your breasts. You don't mind, actually helping him remove them, along with the one covering your heat.

You place a hand on his chest, pushing back to catch your breath. Seoho doesn't seem to have a problem with air, attacking your neck with kisses.

Another thing you loved about Seoho was that he was always very passionate and excited about your intimate moments. It surprised you at first, since he was five years older than you already. Though you weren't complaining.

He wraps your legs around his waist, picking you up and placing you on his drafting table. It was perfect in his opinion for eating you out, with the angle it was set at. The force of the placement makes you squeak.

He spreads your legs, flattening his tongue and licking a long stripe against your pussy.

"Seoho." You sigh, running your fingers through his hair. He bends your legs, placing them against your stomach.

"Hold them for me?" He asks, smiling at you. You comply and take your thighs from him.

Seoho makes quick work of his fingers, placing two in your needy hole, scissoring.

His soft lips attach themselves to your clitoris and begins to suck.

Your moans fill the air along with you back arching towards him. "Ahhah...Nguah."

You let go of your legs, allowing them to almost snap shut against his head as he curls his long fingers inside, brushing against the core of nerves.

He holds open your legs with his elbows, allowing his free hand to play with your breasts once again.

"Seoho. Please, your fingers feel so good." You don't quite know what you're asking for, only that you want more of it.

Seoho seems to understand, he pumps his fingers faster, making your hips buck up into him.

"Wha-" You whine as he pulls his finger out, looking at the mess you've made of them. You inwardly cringe as he licks his fingers off.

He dips his head back down to make out with your lower lips.

"Mhhh. Baby~ You taste so good for me."

Seoho tries to go back down, to be stopped by your tugging of his hair.

"Nu uh. I want to feel you inside of me." You pout at him, making him grin once again.

"Your wish is my command darling~" Seoho places gentle kisses on your collar bone as he unbuckles his pants over you, turning you on further.

Getting impatient, you pull down his pants and boxers just enough for his member to spring out.

"Someone's impatient." Seoho says through a shit-eating grin. You just pull his head down into a heated kiss.

"Just fuck me already damni-Ah!" Seoho pushed himself in, setting a quickened pace, not allowing you a second to catch your bearings.

He grunts repeatedly in your ear, pulling the lobe in between his teeth. "Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you on the table so hard you cant do anything but hang your mouth open like the dumb slut you are for my cock."

You cry out, He picks up his pace.

"How many nights did you get yourself off to the thought of me fucking you like this over a desk? You lusting over a teacher. You really are a teenager still."

Seoho pushes against your shoulders, digging them into the table that was sure to leave bruises against them tomorrow.

"Answer me Y/n." He slows his thrusts, making you shiver

"Every night you taught my class! I wanted you to bend me over the desk and fuck me! Please, god let me cum." You bucked your hips up into him to gain more friction.

"Only if you cum with me. Deal?"

"DEAL!" Seoho lets out a laugh that would sound hysterical to anyone else but you, he snaps his hips into your pelvic bone, now chasing his own release. The room begins to fill with the sweat, dirty sounds of skin on skin, paint acting as a makeshift lube and moans you both are producing.

"I-I'm....Gonna" A long moan escapes your lips, you dig your nails into his forearm that is still pinning you down.

"I know." He drags his slender finger across your clit, making your legs shake in pleasure, too much pleasure.

You see every color as a wave of heat and pleasure wash over your body, clamping down on Seoho hard enough to milk him to his orgasm. He nearly doesn't pull out in time to shoot four long strings of hot cum across your abdomen. The both of you stay like that for a few minutes, catching your breath.

"Did i fix your problem?" He asks in between pants, wiping his sweaty brow and smearing paint on his face.

"Yes." You try to wipe his face off, only to get more on him. The both of you ending up in laughs.

"We seriously need to clean up and start painting again." Seoho helps clean your stomach off and leads you to the shower to help wash each other off.

*****

The art and photoshoot ended up going spectacular, Hwanwoong loved photographing your body, Xion enjoyed the art his Hyung had created for them. And Seoho loved watching you get flustered everytime he would make a seductive glance at you.

Xion didn't freak out as much as he thought he would, maybe it was because he had seen you in much worse, rather less, or it might have been that he didn't have to have Seoho breathing down his back this time 'round.

******

"Hey, the pictures turned out great." Hwanwoong walks into the studio with a vanilla folder and Xion behind him.

"Yea, we got an A!" Xion beams, engulfing you in a hug. If only the poor boy knew what went on prior to those results.

(Pics not mine, cresit goes to owner)

#oneus #oneus fluff #oneus kpop #oneusnet #oneus smut #oneus seoho #oneus scenarios #oneus imagines #oneus xion #oneus hwanwoong #teacher #anaon

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 7 years ago

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Secret Sketches

GOT7

Im Jaebum (JB)/Reader [F]

Genres: Cute/Fluff

Words: 5.1k

I think I had too much fun writing this??? Thank youuu

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You currently sat in a booth, waiting for JB at some local hole in the wall diner you two had found in the past. He had texted you, asking if you wanted to come over or go out to eat something with him that afternoon, and with no other plans and you missing your best friend, you had reason to decline. Another reason is for you to get mental and maybe even a few sneaky pictures of him to snap on your phone.

You waited for him, getting there early as you took the small black bag off your back and pulled out your most recent sketchbook and opened it to the latest page you started to sketch on. You always sketched when you were by yourself, or if you were in an environment where you didn’t know anyone. One simple reason was because of what littered the pages of your sketchbook.

Sketches of JB is what you hid so fiercely from any familiar eye around. The only person who knew what was inside the book was Jinyoung, and that was only because he snatched it out of your hand last time you were at his house and he was being a dick. Now he silently teases you about it and promises not to tell anyone after you literally begged him for nearly and hour. You also blocked him inside his own house so he couldn’t leave until he promised.

You would sometimes take pictures of him you would find online or take your own pictures when he isn’t looking and then put them on your computer before printing out a small version of it to tape to the corner of your sketch page and then sketch it out with pencil. Sometimes you would just sketch from memory or there was one time you sketched him when he fell asleep.

You weren’t being a creepy, or being some crazy stalker fangirl. He was your best friend and, idol or not, he was what inspired you to draw. To sketch and be artistic. As cliche as it was, he was your muse. His singing and talents inspired you, his words kept you up and going and his features, from bedhead to showtime, were your inspiration and motivation to keep doing art.

You did to other things too, like still sketches or messed with paint and what not, but you never let him peek inside your precious sketchbook you always had on you. You were currently sketching and darkening a shadow of his jawline when you heard feet coming closer to you from behind. You quickly slammed your book shut, and peered over your shoulder to see JB enter the diner and wave to you. You stuffed your book back into your bag and tossed your pencil in with it just as he sat down.

“You were sketching again?” You nodded at him, zipping your bag. “You’re never going to show me what’s in that thing, are you?” You looked up, seeming to be thinking for a moment. But in fact, you were just playing and prolonging the answer he always got.

“Hmm, I think, no.” He just huffed and shook his head, laughing slightly as the two of you changed topics and started conversing.

It had been a while since he actually saw you in person. He had been too busy lately to go out and do things freely without someone following him or him being on the way to some promotion or show. He would call you and text you as much as possible and you two did speak everyday, but it wasn’t the same as actually seeing you sit in front of him.

He listened to you ramble on about your college classes your talking on about the people who annoyed you and the people who didn’t. Your exams and results, even your job. He listened to it all, and took everything in, listening intently to every word. He didn’t really care what you spoke about, so long as you spoke to him.

“And as always, I’m probably boring you again.” You told him as you huffed and grabbed your drink you ordered some time ago and twirled your straw around before sipping on it. He shook his head, taking his own cup and bringing it up to his lips to take a drink from the edge of the glass.

“No. I enjoy listening to you ramble, contrary to popular belief.” You just rolled your eyes at him. “You mentioned working on something new for your art class, didn’t you?” You looked at him and nodded.

“Yeah. Just a landscape though. I’m not very good at those, I’d much rather do a still sketch of an object or a person than a large chunk of land.” He watched you put your elbow on the table and lean into your palm, twirling your straw to stir the ice in your glass. You weren’t very enthusiastic about it it seemed.

“How much have you finished of it?” You tapped the straw with your index finger, thinking for a moment.

“Uh, I have the outlines sketched lightly on one of my canvases, so I could start with color if I wanted to.”

“Medium you’re using this time?”

“I’ll probably just watercolor. It’s easier to blend than oils or acrylics, or with me it is anyways.” You knew what he was going to ask next. He always asked the same thing when he brought up your work.

“Can I come and watch you work on it then?” There it was. You just smiled at him as you finally dropped your arm from your cheek and let it hit the table and looked at him.

“Don’t you always?”

“It’s always better to ask.” You nodded sarcastically at him.

“Right. If I let Bambam come over anytime he wants to, then you’re sure as hell welcome to waltz in whenever you want to.”

“Yeah, well, Bambam has no sense of mannerisms because you spoil him too much.” You faked a hurt gasp. Bambam was a like a little brother to you, and you needed to spoil him. It was your obligation. JB just laughed and swatted at your arm across the table, only whiffing your skin as you pulled your arm back too quickly.

You then grabbed your bag and slung it on your shoulder after digging out some cash to set on the table for the price of your drink. You slid out of the booth and stood up, stretching, before putting your hands on your hips and looked down at JB who was taking a sip of his, nearly empty, drink.

“Well, if you’re coming over, do so now. I’m going to start when I get home and home is where I’m headed.” You turned and moved to the door, stopping only to chat with a friend of yours about an assignment in one of your core classes woh sat at a different table. JB looked at your bills on the table and shook his head. He dug out enough money to pay for both drinks and grabbed your bills, hiding them in his sleeve as he walked over to you.

“You ready?” You looked up and asked him. He nodded as he pat your bag that was on your back. The pat was his silent way of telling you he was ready to go, or so you thought. However, what he really did was slip your money back into your smallest pouch, not letting you waste your money you needed to be careful with, for a drink he would happily pay for in your stead.

The walk home wasn’t long and soon you entered your apartment. It was like any other ordinary apartment with a couple bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen and living room all connected along the entrance to the small hallway. One room was obviously yours, the other was your ‘studio’ as you called it. You kept your canvases and sketchbooks, brushes, pencils and mediums of all kinds in that room.

Lined with plastic covering the tan carpeted floor to keep it from being stained at any point and a ceiling fan to help move the scent of paint or wax out the open window faster. It was almost like a real art studio.

You entered your studio, JB behind you, and set your bag on the desk, taking your sketchbook out and setting it on the desktop before turning back to JB.

“I’m going to go change into something I don’t mind getting dirty. You can just pull up a stool and wait in here.” You turned to go, but stopped. “Oh, and the clothes you left here from the last time you stayed over is in the bag you also left in the living room. Grab that before you leave this time.” With that you trotted out.

JB went and grabbed the bag of his he forget and saw his clothes stuffed inside. He had been wondering where that shirt had got to, now the mystery was solved. He brought it back with him in the studio, knowing if he didn’t, he’d forget everything again. Then, in his waiting moments of hearing you jungle around with your hangers to find your art clothes, he looked at your sketchbook.

He put his bag down by your desk and picked up the book, almost afraid to open it. He knew you didn’t like anyone looking in it, but he was your best friend. What could be in this god forsaken book that you wouldn’t even let him see? It couldn’t possibly be anything that bad. It was obviously PG, or else you wouldn’t even dare to open it in public places or places children could sneak a peek at it. So what could it be?

He took a breath and steeled himself before hooking his finger under a few pages and slowly cracking it open. He nearly dropped the damn thing when he opened it to see his own face staring back at him- er, well not at him, but angled in a way it would be looking right past him. It was a sketch of him, shaded and all in pencil. He could see the outlines of your starting basic shapes and how you used different pencils for darker places and detail. There was writing on bottom of the page, but he heard you coming back to the room before he could read it.

Acting totally on impulse, he shut the book and stuffed it into his bag with his clothes, even burying it under them before he moved to sit on the stool in the back corner, the same place he always sat and pulled out his phone to seem like he was on it the whole time.

Not a second later you opened the studio door and stepped in, the sound of the crinkling plastic under your bare feet. Your jeans were covered in old paint stains and your black, old tank top was as well. Your hair was tied up into a messy, loose bun on the back of your head and you even had your glasses perched on your nose today. Your hands and wrists were bare of all jewelry and you only had the necklace the boys had got you on, but tucked under your tank top.

JB always preferred seeing you all bare and covered in paint than anything else. It made him feel oddly satisfied to know you were comfortable working in front of him; and the outfits clad in paint always made sure to tell him that, even if you didn’t.

“Like I always say, just go when you get bored, alright?” He just rolled his eyes and leaned against the two walls behind him that met in the corner.

“I won’t get bored until you stop.” And with a rolled of your eyes this time, you were grabbing your things and were soon painting.

You were copying a blown up image of the nearby park you took a picture of. Swapping to look at the image only to paint a bit, back up and then get closer just to make small changes, look back at the photo and repeat. JB wouldn’t be able to explain why he enjoyed watching you work if someone asked him. If anyone else were to work so quietly in front of him, he’d probably doze off, but you always kept him wide awake.

You would occasionally share a short conversation or you’d tell him to start playing some music from either his or your phone, and when he did he’d enjoy watching you tap your foot or slightly dance around when you backup to make sure you were painting correctly.

It was getting closer to dusk now, so you decided to call it quits or else JB would never go back home. You knew Jinyoung was coming to his house tonight, something or other about JJP, so you couldn’t keep him here. You huffed as you dipped your brushes into your cup of your cheap paint thinner solution and turned around to motion to JB you were done for the night.

“How’s it coming?” He lifted himself from his stool and walked over to you as you turned to your canvas and crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg and tilting your head.

“Not sure. I’m happy with some of it, other parts I wanna fix, but I’ll work on it more tomorrow probably.” You turned back to JB and pulled your phone from your pocket and showed him the time, tapping on the screen. “Now, you need to go home. Jinyoung will call and shout at me if you aren’t home when he gets there. It’s annoying when he yells at me over the phone.”

“You could just mute him, or put the phone on the table until he’s done.”

“Yes, but I’ve tried that. Then he yelled at me for not listing when he’s ‘lecturing’.” You used air quotes around the final word and caused JB to chuckle. “Seriously thought, get home you oaf.” You slightly pushed on his arm and pointed at his bag, still in the corner. “And take your bag with you!” He was suddenly reminded of the sketchbook in said bag.

Should he give it back? You hadn’t even noticed it was gone, far too busy with painting. Maybe he could borrow it, just for a day and apologize tomorrow. If you were angry, then he’d buy you food or take you out, but after seeing that picture of him and not being able to read what it said, he had to know.

He had to.

He went and grabbed the bag, slinging it on his shoulder as you walked him down to the main floor of your building and saw him off. He said his final goodbyes before he swiped his thumb across your cheek, catching the last bit of some still not yet dry paint that lingered on your skin.

“Paint.” Was all he said as he rubbed his thumb against his forefinger to slowly rid the color off his skin. You crossed your arms and chuckled at him.

“Thanks, but it would have came off in the shower.” And with one more shove from you and a small hug, careful not to get paint on him (he didn’t really care, he was getting a hug, paint or no paint), he was off and you were headed back inside to your apartment for a much needed shower.

When he got home, he was indeed greeted by an annoyed Jinyoung with his phone in hand, probably more than ready to call you and rant about how JB wasn’t home when he got there. JB only put his bag on the couch and told him not to call you, because then he wouldn’t be able to show him what he had found, or rather tell him about the sketchbook of yours he had.

“Why not? I can’t just not call her.”

“No, I have her sketchbook and if you call her, she might find out.” Jinyoung took a moment.

“You,” he pointed at his older friend, “have Y/N’s sketchbook?” JB nodded. “Like, the one she’s using right now, not a new one?” He nodded again. “And why do you have it? I know damn well she wouldn’t just let you have it. Oh, I know she wouldn’t.” JB rubbed his neck.

“I saw it on her desk when she was out of the studio changing and I just opened it and I didn’t get to look as long as I wanted to, so I just stuffed it in my bag,” he reached in the bag and pulled it out, “and now here it is.” JB looked at the black, simple hardcover of it.

“So, what’s in the book Hyung?” JB looked at Jinyoung, hearing a slight twinge of playfulness in his voice with the spoken honorific. He arched his brow at him; he was acting like he knew something. “What’s with the look?”

“You’re acting weird.”

“Just answer my question. What’s inside?” JB just shook it off and opened the book again, this time to a different page to yet another picture of him. Jinyoung held back his smile at the sketches. You really were very talented. “You?”

“Me.” He flipped a few more pages. All of them were him. Some had small Polaroid photos of him doing random, everyday tasks taped to the top corners of pages with your sketch of the same photo below it. Some had many small sketches of him. A few pages just had profiles of him with no photo reference, just memory. Then some had small notes and messages about him.

The two men took the book and sat at the kitchen table, laying the book on the hard surface and looked it over together. Jinyoung was already aware of most of the content inside, but he did enjoy looking at your newest additions to your JB Admiration Book as he calls it.

Meanwhile, JB felt his face get hotter with each note and paragraph he read. Each small heart or star you littered a page with. Each extremely detailed sketch of him he looked at. He was flattered, yet confused. Why would you, someone so talented, decided to draw him? Much less, over and over again and not tell him about it?

Don’t misunderstand, he didn’t care that you didn’t tell him, he didn’t mind at all. But, if you wanted to sketch him, all you had to do was ask. He’d play stubborn for a bit, but in the end he wouldn’t say no to you. He couldn’t say no to you.

“Oh, I haven’t seen this one.” Jinyoung took the book and slid it closer to him as he looked at the newest sketch you were doing today at the diner while you waited on JB. It wasn’t finished, as the only solid, dark lines were his jawline and his shoulders. “Seems like she’s not done with this one. Shame.” JB looked at his friend.

“You act like you’ve seen this before?” Jinyoung looked back as he slid the book back to JB.

“Of course I have.” JB gaped.

“What?! But, she doesn’t show anyone this book!”

“She doesn’t unless she’s backed into a corner and forced to come out with it.” JB gave him a look, not wanting to know what he did to be able to see inside.

“What did- you know what, nevermind, I don’t want to know.” Jinyoung nodded at him as he watched JB reread all the notes. They weren’t exactly notes, but things about Jb that you admire about him. Dare say, loved about him.

You talked about the moles he has on his eyelid. His nose, his shoulders, his lips, his eyes, his brows and even his forehead. Some of the pictures where he was laughing you talked about his laugh and his smile. The one he was sleeping was chalk full of mushy things about how cute he is when he’s relaxed. Or focused when he’s working, tired when he’s busy, and sulky when he misses you.

“You know,” Jinyoung started, “I don’t think it’s too far-fetched to say she has a little crush on you.” JB didn’t look at him, but he could hear the smirk on his face. Jinyoung constantly poked fun at JB for his more than obvious soft spot for you, and now that he knew that he knew how both sides felt, he was in the middle of a fun game where he poked and jabbed at you both without either of you noticing. He was crafty.

“I couldn’t come up with a valid argument if I tried.” JB couldn’t stop looking through it again and again. “How do I give this back to her?”

“Just text her saying that you’ll come to her place tomorrow when she’s out of class. She’ll probably be in a frenzy all day from not having the sketchbook. So, she’ll be delighted to see it at first when you return it, then the realization will set it and bam. Opportunity open.” JB eyed him.

“Just how long have you been hoping this would happen?”

“A while.”

“It shows.”

Jinyoung stayed a bit longer and the two of them did actually get to talk about what they needed to for a bit before he was leaving to his own home. JB sat in his bed, changed and ready for bed at nearly midnight, but kept going through the book over and over and over again. He couldn’t believe it, and even if he kept looking back and forth to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, it was still hard to believe.

He didn’t doubt anything, but he was just surprised. Someone like you, actually liked him? It just shocked him, but it was a joyful shock. A happy one that would be confirmed tomorrow. So with one final look through, a text to you saying he’d be over tomorrow to ‘watch you work more’ and placing the book on his nightstand for the night. He tucked himself into bed and basically forced himself to go to sleep, for the next day couldn’t come faster.

The next day when he was heading to you place, he hadn’t gotten a reply from you but he knew you had seen it. Part of him felt guilty, knowing you were probably anxious to high heaven about losing your sketchbook, but if he hadn’t taken it, he would have never known. He made his way to your building and trotted up to your floor and entered your apartment, knowing the passcode lock code to get inside.

He went in, taking off his shoes and was met with your body slumped, laying across your couch, face in the cushions and arms hanging above your head over the armrest. Yeah, this was more or less what he was expecting. He sat on ground next to your head, his bag next to him as he rubbed your back.

“Y/N?” You groaned to him a greeted. He almost smiled, finding your sulking cute. “You seem glum, something happen?” Lets see if he can get you to spill about losing your book first. You shook your head, denying anything. He rolled his eyes as he pinched your side, making you jump and turn your head to see him. Well, almost. Your hair covered your face, so JB took the liberty to move it out of the way and tuck it behind your head or behind your ear.

“Hello there,” he smiled to you.

“Hello yourself,” you grumbled back. JB just sighed and unzipped his bag as you turned and faced the ceiling to sulk some more. He pulled the book from his bag and then moved to hold it above your face. You gasped and sat up, slamming your face into the hardcover of it, knocking it out of his hand and down into your lap. JB gasped in turn as you connected with it. Your forehead was turning red, but all you did was grasp the book and sigh in relief.

“That’s where it was. Thank goodness it was safe.” You huffed as JB just sat there, waiting. Waiting for you to realize he had the book. He had it all along and with as long as he had it, he knew you would realize he went through it. You jumped to yourself and whipped around to look at him, nearly falling off the couch before he caught your shoulders to keep your upper half suspended in air, your knees still on the couch cushions.

“Why did you have my book?!” Your yelling pushed your body forward, as you unconsciously pushed forwards with your knees, and the lack of support behind JB made him fall onto his back as you fell onto him, both hitting the ground with a dull thud and hoping the people under you don’t bother to investigate the sudden noise.

You shook your head and moved to sit up, not realizing how you sat on his stomach, legs on either side of him and hands on his chest. Book long forgotten on the couch cushions. You looked down at him as he looked up at you. Clearly your mind was in a different world than his, his mindset too focused on how you sat on him at the present moment in time, you demanded answers.

“Well?” He just looked away from you, clearing his throat. “Im Jaebum, why did you have my book!” He looked back to you.

“Yah! Where are your manners at?”

“Clearly not here right now, as I want answers!” He sighed as he explained.

“I wanted to know what you always kept hidden in that stupid thing, so I took a peek and when I was looking at it, you were coming back and so I stuffed it in my bag and took it home. End of story.”

“That’s all. End of story. So you didn’t look inside anymore?” He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I when I had the damn thing.” Your face grew to show a bright red colored face of panic as everything hit you. He knew all the things you wrote, all the pictures you had and took, all the sketches you did. All the feelings you wrote down that you would never be able to tell him to his face. Not to mention, you finally realized how you were pinning him down and started to scramble to get off him and run from your problems.

Perfect plan, right? Just run away and don’t deal with the repercussions of your stupid little hobby and all will be well, right? That’s how that works, isn’t it?

You swung your legs over his stomach and moved to stand up, but a grip on your wrist dragged you back to the floor with a yelp. You hit the ground on your bottom before you were being trapped. JB sat with his legs on either side of yours, his arms wrapped over your biceps and hands clasped together in front of your chest, pulling your back to his chest, keeping you locked against him.

He pushed his cheek against the top of your head as he felt your breathing quicken. He tried calming you down by whispering to you that it was okay and that he wasn’t angry about anything. He wanted you to calm down so he could explain himself, then maybe you could explain what everything meant.

He had an inkling of an idea, but he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted it to be certain.

“I just want to know Y/N. What do those things you wrote mean?”

“W-what things in particular?”

“All of it.” If his cheek wasn’t still against your head, you would have thrown your head back in frustration.

“You’re being unfair.”

“I think the unfair one is you here. You drew amazing sketches, took pictures and wrote so many things down in that book and never told me.” He felt you stiffen.

“I-I’m sorry, I know it’s a breach of your privacy. I just really like how you look and well- you know, you’re my best friend and well-” You cut yourself off with a sigh and started kicking your feet in annoyance accompanied with whines. Your childlike behavior was basically confirming his suspensions more and more. He snickered behind you making you snap at him. “What’re you laughing about?!”

“Nothing.” He moved to put a kiss behind your ear, making you jump as he felt a buzz in his pocket. His phone. He had let you go, as you moved not too far from him, but out from his grasp as he dug his phone out of his pocket and opened it. You watched him tap around and smirk at his screen as your face felt like you could fry an egg on it.

He looked up to you and smiled bigger as he held his phone out to you. You looked at him, then it, then him again. He wiggled the phone a bit, gesturing for you to take it.

“Read it. It’s from Jinyoung.” You hesitantly took the phone, wondering why he wasn’t acting like he hadn’t just kissed behind your ear as he trapped you in his arms after admitting he took your sketchbook. You should be mad, but all you could be is confused and flustered.

Looking at the phone screen, you wanted to throw the phone itself, the text not helping your already jumbled mess of questions in your head.

“You tell her you like her yet?”

You looked back up to JB as he was now leaned his elbow on the couch cushion, legs crossed under him and he supported his chin on his palm. He looked way too calm, and way too cocky for that matter. He was filled with pride and something about that comforted, yet worried you.

“Uh, JB? What’s he talking about?” He shrugged.

“Talking about the girl I like. He knew I took her sketchbook and he told me how to give it back to her and how it would be the perfect chance to tell her how I felt.” Screaming was a thing that you wanted to do, but if you did, the neighbors of yours would most certainly bang down your door to make sure you weren’t being murdered, or to murder you.

“So t-that girl, is she-”

“You? Yeah.” You froze again as he leaned towards you and kissed your nose, making you jump. He grabbed your wrist again and pulled your forwards to where your face hit his chest and knocked him backwards, like before when you landed off the couch. Only this time, he held your chest to his as you lay on him and he just laughed. He laughed long and hard and soon, you were laughing with him too.

You weren’t sure why you were laughing, or how you got to the point you couldn’t stop, but every other feeling was gone besides happiness now. Your anger, confused, flustered emotions were gone like a storm and your laughter mixed with JB’s was like the sun coming back out, promising to soak up the rain and make it brighter again.

Love surely was a thing to laugh about, especially with your new boyfriend.

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Who’s bad at endings? Well, me of course~!

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pleasecallmeeds · 7 years ago

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That One Guy from Study Hall

~Premise: Eddie used to hate his 5th period study hall. It was boring, and the only ways to pass the time were drawing and looking out a window. One day, however, Richie Tozier walks in, and Eddie finds himself a new muse and a new crush.

~Ships: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

~Modern AU

read it on ao3!

Eddie Kaspbrak used to absolutely despise 5th period study hall. One of the boring teachers taught it, and she made sure the study hall was as boring as her. They weren’t allowed to talk, sleep, use their phones, or really much of anything. Eddie usually worked on his homework, studied, or read a book, but when he wasn’t, he would draw. It was mostly scribbles, but sometimes he would get inspired and he would draw someone in class. He enjoyed it until they would spot him and confront him once the period was over.

His class was full of jocks and some nerds who believed that Kurt Cobain’s suicide was somehow faked. Eddie didn’t know how he didn’t die of boredom, but he managed. Sometimes he would tap his foot to a catchy song he heard on the radio on the way to school. Other times he would stare out the window until he forgot he was even there.

After Richie Tozier showed up, Eddie realized 5th period study hall was his favorite period of the day.

Richie was an enigma; that was what drew Eddie to him. He looked like he was from a different time; he showed up with dirtied up Chuck Taylors and a Nirvana shirt covered up by a flannel and jeans. Surprisingly, he didn’t sit with the conspiracy theorists, but at one of the tables right beside him. He smelled of cigarettes. He looked like a nice guy behind his edginess. When Eddie looked back to stare at Richie when he first walked in, Richie flashed him a big smile and a wink. Man, did Richie look cute with his teeth out when he smiled. Eddie blushed, but didn’t show himself gushing. He gave him a stern look, almost like he was displeased to see him, and turned away in a huff. Richie liked his little act, though, and stared at him for a few minutes before falling asleep. The first day of school and he was already breaking the first rule of study hall. Eddie could’ve broken out in laughter as he saw Richie leaning back in his chair, his curly outrageous hair in his face, his Chucks on the table...The teacher couldn’t notice his shut eyes behind his wild mess of hair.

This was the perfect moment: his face looked completely peaceful, serene even, and pulled out his sketchbook. Richie inspired him, and also became his muse. Eddie spent the rest of class sketching his sleeping classmate and couldn’t help but fall in love with his hair, his face, the little smirk he did when he had a good thought or dream. It became a usual thing for Eddie, and before he knew it, he had half a sketchbook full of Richie Tozier. When he wasn’t sleeping, Richie was even more adorable. When he was focused or when he wasn’t, either way, he was always looking in his element, and Eddie felt like he had to capture him. It felt weird, having such an intimate thing with someone he had never met. He had to introduce himself, he realized, but how? How does he introduce himself to a guy he had been secretly sketching for the past two months?

Well, it was actually Richie that started the conversation. The bell had just rung, and Richie waltzed his way over to Eddie’s desk as he packed away his things.

“You’ve been staring at me a lot.”

Eddie's head popped up and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“No, I haven’t.”

“You’re not a very good liar.”

Eddie held his things closer to his chest.

“Okay, so maybe I stare at you a bit from time to time.” Eddie paused. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to be late.”

Eddie wished they weren’t in school. He wished they had all day to talk.

“Well, nice to meet you, ‘sorry, but I’m going to be late.’ I’m Richie.”

Richie stuck out his hand to shake Eddie’s. It wasn’t until then he noticed Richie’s fingernails were painted a light shade of yellow. It matched his outfit perfectly. Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand and shook it. He felt self-conscious; his hands were sweaty from nervousness.

“You’re clever.”

“No,” Richie said with a laugh. “I’m Richie. I already established this. Now what’s your name?”

“Eddie,” Eddie said, blushing. “I’m Eddie.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Eddie, but you’re going to be late.”

Eddie looked at the clock. Damn. 1 minute till English.

“I’ve got to go!”

“Wait.”

Richie grabbed his hand, and took out a pen which he had on his desk. He bit the top off and wrote his phone number on Eddie’s hand. Eddie felt his heart beating out of his chest as the tip of the pen brushed his skin. As soon as he finished, Eddie dashed out of the study hall room all the way to English. He made it just as the bell rang, but the teacher wasn’t there; in her place was a sub, who instead of actual work turned on a movie the teacher had left for them to watch. Romeo + Juliet. The one with Leonardo DiCaprio. Eddie had watched this movie so many times in secret he could replay the whole thing in his head, so he decided he was probably in the clear. He pulled out his phone and hid it under the table, putting in Richie’s phone into a new contact called “richie :)” He constructed a message (and rewrote it about 5 times) and sent it, but noticed his hands were shaking with a mix of excitement and nervousness altogether.

e: this is Richie right?

It was literally 4 words, but something about it made Eddie freak. He hoped the teacher wouldn’t notice his obvious guilt. He looked back down and his screen had a new message.

r: depends, is this eddie ?

Oh my god he replied.

e: sorry it isn’t. can I leave a message?

He tried to play Richie’s game. Short and clever.

r: haha very funny.

Eddie began to type something, but before he could finish, Richie sent another message.

r: I actually do have a message for him though. more like 2 i guess

e: shoot

r: well I just wanted to let him know that it’s kind of creepy to draw people w/o their permission

Shit shit shit shit shit!

e: shit shit shit shit shit I’m sorry

r: don’t worry, Eds, it’s cool

e: eds?

r: it’s short for Eddie.

e: Eddie is already short for something

r: what?

e: it’s short for Edward

r: do you want me to call you Edward then?

e: god no

r: well then I’m sticking with Eds

e: why can’t you just call me Eddie?

r: ok message number two.

What was he getting himself into? He was already getting annoyed with this guy. But he couldn’t help it, Richie was just too cute.

e: ugh ok go ahead

r: do you want to go out sometime?

e: like on a date?

r: no to rob a bank

e: ok either way works

r: you’re cute eds. after school on Friday?

e: you got it.

e: and don’t call me Eds.

r: whatever you say cutie. and bring the pictures of me you drew. im actually quite the art critic and there’s no face I know better than my own

e: oh my god no I’ll die

r: well luckily I know CPR

e: fuck that

r: so you want to die?

e: I wouldn’t necessarily be complaining

r: wow you’re depressing

e: I guess you could call it that.

r: gotta go eds. teacher’s looking at me funny. see you 5th period tomorrow.

e: not if I see you first.

Yeah, he had a feeling study hall would be his favorite class now.

Tag List: @richietoaster

#it 2017 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #madison's fanfiction

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gentil-minou · 3 years ago

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oops i meant to post this earlier but i wanted to introduce adrien and then i got distracted by mari's trauma but enjoy this preview of an as of yet unnamed au

(also i wrote most of this while waiting for 3 buses on the way to work after i somehow missed all of them and also a drawbridge went up but im a full believer of taking your worst days and making them better but yeah there are probs typos and mistakes but im sleepy so dont judge me this is a super rough draft)

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She missed the bus. Again.

Which means she missed the metro. And then the second bus. Which means she's an hour late. Which means she missed her class in entirely and Madame would rather she not come to class at all at this point.

Lateness in fashion means mediocrity, my dears. You might as well not show up at all.

Which is to say she blew it.

Again.

She drops her head in her hands, the cold from the metal bench seeps into her jeans. And of course, she was running late this morning and didn't have time to check the weather, which means her new boots made for fashion and only fashion were also soaked through.

A terrific Monday morning.

As if the gods themselves heard her and took that for a challenge, thunder claps overhead and Marinette looks out to watch the heavens pour out their mockery, raindrops sounding like an audience's applause and laughter. As if she's a joke. Like she's been feeling all along, up against all the talent and brilliant minds of fashion students whose parents could afford expensive on-campus housing.

Marinette releases another groan, the sound reverberating against the glass walls surrounding her. At least this stop has a decent awning, even if the benches are cold.

Well, with the extra time, she might as well continue working on her designs. Pad out her portfolio so that whenever Madame deigned to take a look at her work she might be impressed.

Rain falls harder, as if daring her. She isn't too far from campus now. In fact. The 15 minute walk is wonderful most days, but she forgot her umbrella and in this mess she'd prefer torture.

She glances around, hoping there might be a place to sketch that's warmer and less damp than the limited shelter this stop offers.

Boutiques and restaurants line the street, though most are closed this early. Marinette knaws on her lip, trying to figure out if stray drops and mist might ruin her sketchbook, when she spots a café just slightly behind her stop.

Comme À La Maison.

She never noticed it before. The sign is small, on a door nestled between two boutiques. A single light shines through foggy glass on the door. No other windows. Smaller than a hole in the wall and altogether too sketchy. Typically, she's rushing from the stop to get to campus so never really had the time to look at this area.

Marinette hesitates, hand's on the clasp of her bag. She clenches them, lip worried raw. Is it worth it?

Lightening and another thunderclap make the decision for her. Covering her messenger bag with her pink raincoat, Marinette runs for the door. Desperately hoping it's not closed or a murder den, she wrenches it open-

-into a long hallway, cracks on the walls and a rug that's seen better days. The bell above her chimes, announcing her arrival and it's too late to back down now.

A distant "Welcome!" comes from the doorway at the other end, hidden behind a curtain of beads and just what era is this place from?

Marinette wipes her boots off on the welcome mat below, a design of turtles and waves she's never seen before. The beads concealing the rest of the cafe’s interior are red and black and move back and forth with the breeze from outside. Light bounces off them, twinkling like stars casting shadows of light in and amongst the cracks. Beyond them, she can hear an old radio playing classics, the kind she hears when visiting her grandfather.

When Marinette brushes the curtain aside, she’s surprised to see the cafe’s interior looks more like a converted old apartment than a storefront. Warm lighting and an assortment of fairylights brighten the room considerably, while posters and old artwork line the walls and cover any other cracks. The furniture is well-worn, but appears cared for, with an assortment of couches, pillows, and low tables dot the room.

On the far wall, a series of floor-to-ceiling windows that are more modern than the rest of the place look out into a courtyard. The rain makes it too hard to see, but Marinette can tell that patio furniture has been stacked under an awning for cover.

There’s something about the place, whether it’s the muted atmosphere or the cozy furnishings or something else, that feels familiar. Maybe it’s the scattering of Chinese decorations that remind her of her uncle’s house in Shanghai, but something feels nice and welcoming. Like home.

So focused on her surroundings, that Marinette doesn’t notice an object in her way and she trips, nearly falling flat on her face—

—Only to be caught in the arms of someone with hypnotic, emerald green eyes that catch fairylights and twinkle almost as bright as them.

She’s reminded, just for a second, of Chat Noir, but the thought vanishes just like that.

“Whoa, I’m glad you dropped by, but this isn’t what I had in mind!”

The pun makes her groan reflexively, even as those eyes shine alongside a smile that looked like it belonged on a model.

“I didn’t—” she stutters, removing herself from this stranger’s arms and attempting to wrestle back some sort of control from the blush raging across her face. “It was an accident I tripped on something but, thank you. And sorry.”

He laughs kindly, stepping back away from her back over to a counter crowded with assorted knick-kancks. As he rounds the corner, he winks in a good-humored way and leans over with his chin resting on the palm of his hand.

Marinette huffs. He’s not even that attractive, his hair a mess of blond curls that look like they haven’t dried properly and his close disheveled and stained. A pair of glasses rest hang from the collar of shirt, thought she can see there’s a bit of tap wrapped around one of the corners in leu of a screw.

She approaches the register, trying to maintain some level of dignity as she squints up at the menu. The stranger grins a wide smile, straightening up and leaning forward on his palms toward her patiently waiting for her order. She tries to read his nameplate, but there’s a stain or a smudge or something that makes it hard to make out what’s after “Adr”.

He must see her staring, because the stranger glances down and bemusedly picks at the name tag as he says, “Oh, it says Adrien. My name is Adrien. I haven’t gotten the money to replace it yet but the cat scratched it up a while back.”

The cat? Marinette looks down and sees a slim little black cat twining itself around her legs. She can hear its purrs now, sound like they come from a cat much smaller than the one below. It’s missing an ear, and its tail appears shorter than it should be. Poor little thing.

“I found him,” the boy—Adrien—starts. She glances up to see him rubbing the back of his head, further mussing up his hair. “Outside once, and the owner was nice enough to let him stay here. My apartment doesn’t allow pets, you see, so, guess he belongs to the cafe.” His grin turns shy and sweet as he peers at her from beneath his fringe.

Just like the shop, he seems familiar. But again, she can’t figure out where from.

Anyways I started writing adrinette coffeeshop au with ladynoir best friends (who love each other in secret but timing is the real enemy) but don't know each others identities who wants a super rough draft?

#i haven't decided whether they lost touch as ladynoir or if they are 'just friends' but pine hard so you guys can decide #also taking names for the cat but honestly im happy with just calling it Cat tbh dfdjsfhdsk #this was all thanks to landon piggs falling in love in a coffeeshop thanks bro #and also because i want to practice describing interiors #let me know how i did!!!!#i need to be more specfic maybe but i am sleeeeeeeeepy #lol love that i channeled my rage at buses into morning fic at least mari gets me #wheres my cute mysterious coffee shop barista though :(#bushy writing

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captainquestionart · 7 years ago

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hey my man, amazin work on act omega- the team behind it is wonderful!! im lookin to make a fanventure myself, could you give any tips as to pixelling in gg and how to edit images? you know like basically any recoloured, edited clusterfuck of an image in homestuck that hussie does (planets, for example) + how you tilt to have them at different angles? sorry if this sounds like a loooot and you can completely ignore this ask(!), but im just clueless and motivated, my guy

Thank you for asking! I never get asks and I’m always glad to help with any questions like these.

…Anyway, the team behind Act Omega is definitely wonderful, take it from me. My job is typically to do all sorts of sprites/ sprite edits (like the ones in the [S] Resume animation) and I draw the characters and/or backgrounds for panels often enough, so I can definitely give you some tips on those things.

Most editing effects like the ones you asked about aren’t really my domain - a lot of them are done in Photoshop by (among others) our amazing art director @joyfulldreams (she’s seriously great go follow her please), so I asked her for some additional tips.

(This is probably going to turn out long enough to be annoying to scroll past, so I’m putting it all under a read more.)

First off, I have to clear up that when it comes to editing the typical Homestuck sprites (like the ones in [S]:Resume), GraphicsGale hasn’t been my main tool.

The first thing I did for Act Omega was drawing some talksprites (for Tumblr asks, mine were never actually used). I used to do that in Gale, but as soon as I tried it using Paint Tool SAI’s aliased brush (Legacy Pen) instead, I decided that was more comfortable. Most of my work for Resume, redrawing sprites from Collide we couldn’t find elsewhere, was done that way too.Pros of using SAI (and probably Photoshop too? Not 100% sure) for sprites compared to Gale include:

The layers are much, much easier and more intuitive to use than Gale’s. To me Gale’s layers kinda suck and using them is always a pain.

Using a sketch is easier too, and you can make it semi-transparent

Gale doesn’t really do pen pressure, which is most important in talksprites but still can be helpful for the regular sprites too.

That said, when I had to make entirely new animations (like the one above), I had to use GraphicsGale, with its handy preview feature, and it is perfectly possible to use only Gale for everything. Rotating things also had to be done in Gale and then manually cleaned up a little, since SAI will turn anything you try to transform into an ugly anti-aliased mess.

So, bottom line is, I personally prefer to use Gale and SAI in combination, but that’s not strictly necessary. If you’re going full-on Gale (and now I’m gonna assume you haven’t used it too much before), here’s

A few quick practical tips on using Gale I wish I had figured out earlier:

The default settings of Gale include a 1 pixel brush and a 3 pixel brush, but no 2 pixel brush. Since pen pressure won’t save you here, that’s inconvenient. The less you need to go back and painstakingly correct your lines to be the right size, the better. You’ll want to make that brush yourself by opening a new file in Gale, 32x32 pixels, and 1 bit (2 colours). Make it look like this and save it as a bitmap (BMP) image:

And then find this option:

and put your bitmap in there. Gale will recognize that as a custom 2px brush.

If you want to make your images have a transparent background, make sure you tick that box in the options of the frame, not the layer (the little ellipsis button next to each Frame thumbnail -see below). Gale still has no way of telling if your BG is transparent or just white, so I recommend always working with a different color as a background. That way you can tell from the animation preview - if the BG looks white there, it’s transparent. Also make sure these settings apply to every frame by changing “current frame” to “all frames”.

If you want to change the opacity of something (like, say, god tier wings on a troll), you need to save the image as a .png first and tick the box “With Alpha Channel” underneath…

…then open the image again. Only then will the transparency slider above the palette sliders actually work. You can also use the thick blue pencil button:

…to set your pencil tool to opacity mode, which will make anything you draw over into the opacity set by the slider.

Now for some more Homestuck-specific tips:

You’re probably better off making sprites in separate parts (a layer for the head, one for the body, one for the arm(s)… from the start. It’ll save you a lot of trouble when you need to animate them. In fact, it might not be a bad idea to also put all of those parts into a neat spritesheet so you don’t have to look too far when you need to reuse something.

(I didn’t see this one all the way through because there was too much to do but you get the idea)

If you don’t already, make sure you have a big folder of references from Homestuck, both panels and sprites, just so you know how The Huss would have done it. That might be more important for Act Omega since we’re trying so very hard to be as close to canon as humanly possible, but it’ll be very handy regardless.

What else is there… well, I could say some more stuff about the art style itself but I figure if you want to start a fanventure you’ll probably have the basics of that stuff down already.

Now, for what Joy had to say about editing images:“Say you need for example a scene on Prospit or Derse, then the process goes like this:1. Find an image (or images) on google that are generally of italian cities and cathedrals. A lot of iconic “Derse and Prospit” images actually come from pictures of the roof of the Milan cathedral, but generally you should get the gist with the Florence skyline and by cobbling together a bunch of cathedral images. 2. You want to use Photoshop tools like the magic wand or selection tool to cut out the sky and anything else that isn’t the actual building. Usually anyway depending on the image. If you have a picture with a bunch of tourists you could just crop them out or use the clone stamp tool to make them disappear oooooo.3. Turn the entire image grayscale, and (optional at this point but you might want to do it eventually) bump up the brightness and contrast. 4. Then you want to eye-drop pick from a canon Derse or Prospit image the light and dark Derse/Prospit colors. For prospit its like a bright saturated yellow and a more dark orange color? You can actually play around with the two colors you use to vary contrast and stuff if you’re putting together a bit scene. 5. Copy the cathedral layer and lock the opacity, put it above the original layer, and fill it with the solid light color. Set the layer mode to overlay.6. Do this again but with the darker color, and put it below the original layer.7. Lower the opacity of the original layer. It should start to look how hussie makes it look.8. Sometimes to give it an additional rough pixellated look, I’ll go to image>adjustments>posturize and play around with it. It gives the image some of that gif-ified look.But basically when it comes to hussie-fying images these are some of the basic main principles you want to keep in mind. The posturize effect, using overlay layers, and finding images and mashing them together creatively.

Also another key thing to note is that when you resize or transform things, there are different transformation MODES. In order to transform pixellated stuff, you want to use Nearest Neighbor. That will preserve sharp edges, but sometimes it can distort things and make it look weird. In situations like that Hussie often uses Bilinear instead, and then sharpens the transformed part. He usually ONLY does this when he is making things smaller or rotating them, not to enlarge anything, because then the blurred/sharpened-ness of it becomes way more obvious.This is honestly the best advice I can give. A lot of it is kind of fucking around with blending modes and layers until you get the right LOOK lol.”

(-Joyfulldreams 2017, give her a round of applause)

…So that’s pretty much some general technique pointers. I’ll post them publicly in case anyone else would like to know.I hope I haven’t just been stating the obvious here, wasn’t entirely sure what I could say that would really directly be helpful, but in any case, if you have any more specific questions you think I might be able to help with, please feel free to send me a PM.

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lokorum · 2 years ago

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Hi! I really love your art. There's a certain haunting beauty about it. I was wondering how you got started in art and maybe what inspired you. I can't stress enough the hauntingly beautiful aspect of your art. Some pieces terrify me but they're really just so beautiful to look at 😅

hey!!! ahhhh thank you so much for your kind words, anon!! its a relief to know that im not the only one who finds my silly draiwings scary phphp

i've started to draw just like most of the folk i think?? by filling my university notebooks with super funny-looking and super anatomically incorrect sketches of my beloved oc phph i tried to work with oil but zero waste movement quickly got me and since then im drawing digital stuff only.

missing the feeling of paint on your hands face clothes and sometimes eyes tbh but also wow oil is expensive!! Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

phphpt my memory is bad. like bad bad. i remember having that burning feeling when i looked at something beautiful and i wanted to like...eat it? make it myself and no one elses? not very practical reply phphp sorry! i also really loved to watch film that i've already mentioned before - macbeth (2015) - its a treat for your eyes and ears trust me!! trailer still giving me a goosebombs!

zdzislaw beksinski live in my head rent free since i was a pre-teen and im 1000% sure i'll die thinking about one of his paintings somewhere at the back of my mind. just look at this! man knew how to use a brush like no one else (´ ˘ `).｡oO ( ♡ )

sigur rós music and video clips are definetelly changed a lot in me. watching ekki múkk and all alright made me choke from tears and be speechless for days!

later in life i accidentaly went on the concert where at night - jambinai was part of the perfomance and their music hypnotized me just like all the moths around were hypnotized by the stage lights. i dont even remember what i was doing! just standing there absolutely still, looking at them playing phphp i probably looked like a creppy stalker (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞⋆**✚⃞

but they make incredibly beautiful and sad music, and their connection song, if i get the meaning of it right, about people with disabilities and it always was important theme for me ♡

from lately discovered sources of inspiration can reccomend little games i found on itch!

2:22 AM, how we know we're alive and NORTH!

they're all pretty short from 20 minutes to 2 hours, but use every minute of their time!

ahhh hope it wasnt too much of an info dump and maybe someone find a familiar name here or discover something new for themselves! thank you again anon for your super cute and nice ask!! and thanks everyone to reading all this mess! have an awesome day!! |´･ｖ･)ﾉ♪

#ask

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jineatthis · 7 years ago

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This is an absolute mess of just emotional garbage, and it switches from first to second person bc some of the scenarios?? I couldnt imagine myself in and reverted to default just imagine this is you guys okay lmao.

i was tagged by beautiful @bbyjoonbug sorry it took me so long bub

Would you rather:

build a snowman with Taehyung OR have a snowball fight with Hoseok

I wanna do both, we’re already out in the snow. I can start with the snowman with T** looking so adorable all rugged up in layers of coats and scarves and giving me a big boxy grin and getting distracted by his breath puffing out in clouds. Giving me his scarf when I put mine on the snow man and pulling it up around my chin, cute cute cute. And then everything changed when Hoseok attacked. It’ll be so much fun, with lots of yelling and cursing and he’ll probably accidentally destroy the snowman which is sad, the fight will only last like 5 mins before we’re over it and laying in the snow while I try and catch my breath and he’s laughing at me, then we’ll go get hot chocolate and sit under an old blanket by the fire all snuggled up together and warm and cosy. Anyway, super cute I wanna spend a white Christmas with BTS

get coffee with Yoongi OR get ice cream with Yoongi

Sitting at the back of a coffee shop in a secluded corner with yoongi?? Holding hands under the table or having his hand resting lightly on my thigh, feeding him the cream off the top of my iced coffee and wrinkling my nose at his americano. Quietly enjoying our drinks and each others company, content to just watch the other people in the coffee shop or flip through a magazine while he might do some work on his laptop.

go to the cinema with Jimin OR the amusement park with Jungkook

Movies with jimin would be so cute and I do love going to the cinemas but listen, I LOVE THEMEPARKS, and Jungkook. Being able to share the adrenaline rush of a terrifying rollercoaster with him, and then just grinning at each other, eyes shining and racing back into line to do it again. Complaining about the expensive food but not wanting to eat the sandwiches we had packed bc ‘a hotdog sounds so good right now’. Spending most of the day waiting in lines and talking and leaning against each other when we’re tired and making conversation with the people behind us. Super cute I’m so emo.

do a dance cover with Hoseok OR sing a duet with Jin

A bitch (me) can’t dance, damn. I’d probably nut being that close to hoseok listen I’m rlly in a hobi mood. I can’t sing either but Jin???? That’s my whole entire husband?? A romantic duet with Jin, I would die??? Looking into my eyes and singing something emotional and heartfelt in his gorgeous voice and skimming his hands down my arms when he’s close enough??? Kill me. Sharing a mic with him??? The planning and writing process before we even sing?? Nights sitting on a couch together leaning over a coffee table covered in papers, bouncing ideas off each other and laughing hysterically at everything and anything bc we’re sleep deprived??? Having him nap on my lap and just play with his hair and enjoy the moment.

kiss Namjoon OR cuddle Yoongi

I can’t answer this fdhdtntrn its too hard I wanna die. Peppering Nams smiling face with little kisses, his eyelids his forehead his nose his chin his dimples his temples and jaw just tiny kisses everywhere, slow kisses in the morning tangled in the sheets?? Casual comfortable kisses over a table when we’re out to dinner, teary sweet goodbye kisses, heavy wet kisses straddling him in a chair in the studio, ‘baby baby baby’? Anyway, that’s enough of that mess. Cuddles with Yoongi??? Lazy days spent on the couch with a bunch of throw pillows and blankets and old comfortable trackies and stained sweaters, watching the fast-furious series or a sitcom, feeding each other chips and teasing each other when we get emotional over a certain scene. Crawling into bed with him after a tough day and snuggling up against his back and he murmurs in his sleep and leans back into me?? Super cute. Walking up and cuddling him for no reason and he just slings his arms around my waist and continues with his conversation and lets me just press my face into his chest and breath him in??? WOW SHE’S REALLY EMO TODAY.

babysit with Jimin OR dogsit with Taehyung

I’m so anxious around children I think somethings going wrong 24/7, also if the kid isn’t related to me…they annoying. Dog sitting with T**?? Super cute. (I’m not saying T**hyungs name ever again, he making me unfaithful to my man...I wouldn’t pass up dog sitting duties with him though...) Going to a dog park and watching them play fetch while I sit on a bench, reading a book and wondering who the real puppy is? Playing scissors paper rock to see who must clean up after the dog, watching him be Damatique ™ pulling the most adorable faces. T** passing out on the couch with the dog on his stomach and taking heaps of photos and making it my new lock screen. Accidentally letting the dog off the lead and it bolts and the two of us screaming after it, spending hours looking around town panicking and coming home to it curled up on the ‘Welcome’ mat at the front door, tail thumping lazily.

film a commercial with Hoseok OR film a sketch with Taehyung

A silly sketch with T** would be so much fun and that’s all I’m saying abt it bc thinking abt rehearsing our lines sitting on the floor of the practice room and laughing over the stupidity of it and getting excited when we think of something new to add is too much.

hug Jimin OR hold hands with Jungkook

fjgnsthtrh, IM EMOTIONAL. Jk has such nice hands I’m really such a soft bitch for him and everything about him, walking together and feeling his knuckles brush against the back of my hand and looking up and he’s staring forward and chewing on the inside of his cheek, reaching out and entwining our fingers and looking back and he’s looking away and covering his mouth with his free hand and his ears are red? Loosely holding hands in the backseat of a car, both dozing off and leaning into one another? Jk laughing at something while out to dinner and reaching out across the table to grasp my hand and give it a squeeze and his eyes are shining and I’m back to being an emo bitch.

go to Paris with Jin OR to London with Yoongi

Yes yes yes yes. Cute tourist photos with Jin, watching him go ‘WAAH’ whenever he sees something new, pointing excitedly out across the balcony of the hotel room and yelling about the view. Sharing a crepe and wiping the mess of cream off his chin with your thumb and he leans down to lick Nutella off the corner of ur mouth. Walking hand and hand through the louvre while he makes silly jokes about you being the true work of art, and jumping away from you and reminding you that you’re ‘not allowed to touch the masterpieces’ and you roll yours eyes and smack his chest bc he’s such an idiot but sososo cute.

film a drama with Jin OR do a photo shoot with Namjoon

don’t get me started

attend an award show with Namjoon OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with Jungkook

I’m squealing. This is so cute esp if It was something ridiculously gaudy and appalling and embarrassing and one of us wants to die and the other is beaming.

spend a lazy day with Yoongi OR explore a city with Hoseok

I CAN’T DECIDE THESE ARE SO GOOD. Lazy day with Yoongi, lounging about watching tv, getting up and going to the kitchen and asking if he wants a drink while ur up and looking over and he's scratching his chest under his shirt all stretched out on the couch and watching you with sleepy eyes and the door to the balcony’s open and the breeze is ruffling the sheer curtain softly and it's all tranquil and serene and warm.

Or being dragged through streets with hobi, him holding a map with one hand and clutching at yours with the other. A lane filled with street food and you stop at each stall and feed each other samples. Struggling to read the map and talking to strangers on the street and getting lost but ending up in cute backstreet cafes and busy parks. Spotting a pretty building on the horizon and deciding that that absolutely must be your next destination. Impulsively jumping onto a passing tram and wondering where it’ll take you.

fall asleep next to Jimin OR wake up next to Jungkook

Don’t look at me I’m about to write some real gross shit. But waking up to him placing soft kisses across ur shoulders and brushing the hair off your face and laughing softly and apologising for waking you? Waking up to him crawling into bed heavily and collapsing into the sheets beside you before grumbling something about a tough practice and pulling an all-nighter and slinging an arm across your hips and immediately passing out. Waking up and feeling his breath fan against the back of ur neck and his knees digging into your thighs and his arm under your body isn’t the most comfortable but it’s perfect anyway. Taking a nap on the couch and waking up to him sitting on the armchair across from you, watching tv and looking so relaxed and at home.

have a fun picnic with Hoseok OR a fancy date with Jin

I can’t believe I’m openly cheating on my man like this but?? I’ll always choose a picnic over a fancy dinner I worked in fine dining for too long it’s lost the appeal. Cute though laying on a blanket by the beach or in a park wearing big floppy hats and sunglasses and loose flowing clothes. Feeding him fruit from the palm of your hand and his lips and chin are shiny with the juice and his kisses are sweet. People watching and making small comments abt peoples fashion sense until it turns into full on judging and giving everyone a wild backstory and you both end up in hysterics. And he sings softly under his breath and you’re fine to lay in silence and cloud gaze, murmuring occasionally about some shape you see

have Jungkook serenade you OR have Taehyung sing you to sleep

I couldn’t handle being serenaded I would combust. But t**hyungs deep voice softly filling the room as he cards his fingers through my hair and his breath is fanning across the back of my neck and shoulders lightly and the lyrics don’t make any sense anymore he’s just singing about his day and how much he loves me and his hopes for the future and he pauses to press his lips to my shoulder and hums against my skin and I’d feel so warm and safe and loved is that too much for a girl to ask damn.

go camping with Jimin and Tae OR go to the beach with Namjoon and Yoongi

I live by the beach the beach is overrated. Camping in the forest with the boys?? A dream, sharing a big bed and waking up tangled in limbs and t**hyung took his socks of in the middle of the night so me and jimin are dying but it’s too cold outside to evacuate. Roasting marshmallows and having a few drinks around the fire and playing truth or dare and telling ghost stories that aren’t even that scary but still has everyone jumping at the smallest of sounds. Exploring the forest and taking pictures of everything. Jimin and t** getting into a mock fight and ending up sliding down an embankment, ending up covered in mud and chasing me around trying to give me a mud hug. Jimin swimming in the lagoon and flipping his wet hair out of his face like a fucking supermodel and me and t** are shook. Me and t** struggling to start the fire but we watched a YouTube video abt it before we left and we’re like 100% sure we’ve got this, jimin running out of patience and throwing a few firelighters into the pit and pulling out a box of matches.

have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

???? nams in a flannel pj set?? Everyone barefaced and sleepy, sharing one massive bed, sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Being able to see Yoongi curled up and adorable? Nams stretching out and taking all the room and being just straight up adorable? Circling back to being sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Snuggling with jin? Coddled by jin?

celebrate Halloween with Jungkook, Yoongi, Tae, and Hoseok OR Christmas with Namjoon, Jimin and Jin

once again I choose the one without jin but listen Halloween is just so much better also t**hyung and hoseok really got me feeling a way lately and Jungkook is everyone’s bias wrecker. Plus, we’re all adults and adults drink in Australia on Halloween and do stupid shit, so yeah. Going clubbing with the boys all dressed up, getting mortal, staying till close or till someone gets kicked out and then stumbling home? A dream. The boys drunkenly singing bst and t** trying to get into the DJ’s booth to rap cypher lmao, Jungkook and hoseok dancing like absolute hos, slut dropping and even twerking unironically what a mess what a great time. Yoongi just nodding and raising his drink that never seems to empty bc he’s just smashing them down and getting refills, looking like an absolute snack all in black. Getting the uber driver to take us through maccas on the way home and ordering four family boxes. Most of it ends up on the car floor and spilled in the driveway and we get a 1-star rating. All falling asleep with our costume sand makeup still on in the loungeroom.

GOD IM SORRY ITS SO LOOONG okay anyway what a mess ill tag @sugaas @hxtape @forestcottage @killv @jho-seok @softseoks @fhawn @hobsbf @silkguk @okimtae @joonsamor @gothicsuga @girlsheart @hxxtape @hobih

#hcs #this is rlly a mess youd think bc it took me so long to do itd be better #but i just kind of threw up on a page #and then paniced #also guys if you dont wanna be tagged in things just let me know

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supergoodnarratives-blog · 7 years ago

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MORNING 1 "It doesn't really matter what you do choose because you didn't really get to choose what you get to choose"- anonymous Title card. Overhead shot and slowy zoom into Rachel who is laying on her back in bed. She is visibly stressed out as her eyes are wide open, she ever so slightly twitches, and her breathing is irregular. She is hugging a piece of paper with both of her hands across her chest. We hear auditory flashbacks while this is happening FLASHBACK1 Rachel honey, its okay. If your can't support yourself you can always move back in with me and your father. We'd love to have you around! Its no problem, well its a little ridiculous but you know, I have to offer you. FLASHBACK2 *Knock*Knock*Knock* AY! I know you're in their Rachel! Open up! 3 months late on rent! This is ridiculous, just just just crazy! You used to be my favourite tenant but now look at you! Like god! What the heck man. Ugh, I'll just slide this under the door. FLASHBACK 3 *Beep* Hi, uhm yeah this is Kitty from Fantastic Finacial Services. You are super late on your credit card bill. It’s pretty ridiculous. Anyways, you better pay up soon.

FLASHBACK4 Hi Rachel, this Tanya. Can you come in tommorow to interview for that spot you applied for? An alarm clock rings and Rachel immediately shuts that thing off and hops out of bed immediately. Cut to the paper that she left behind on her bed now face up. *Eviction notice* Cut to a stack of bills on her counter, a bunch of mail in the garbage, email full of bills. In another room, Rachel grabs a bag of dog food, pours all the content into a dog bowl. Its obvious that shes at the bottom of the bag and not even that much came out. She sighs and almost breaks down. She takes a deep breath. RACHEL KitKat! Come here girl! The most absolutely cutest dog in the whole world runs out to Rachel. Rachel pets her then slowly gives Kitkat a hug and holds on dearly. RACHEL I know things are tough right now but we'll get out of it. I promise KITKAT *RACHEL'S VOICE Oh yeah man, you're totally going to get this job, I mean, who wouldn't want to hire you. I'd hire you in a second! RACHEL Aww thanks KitKat, you always know what to say to make me feel better. Love ya KITKAT *RACHEL'S VOICE I know I know, I'm always here for ya loser. Bork bork RACHEL I'm going to get ready for today, you eat some food KITKAT *RACHEL'S VOICE Aight aight RACHEL After I get this job, I'm going to buy you that super expensive dog food with the boujie dogs on the packaging KITKAT *RACHEL'S VOICE Ahhhhh shit, yeyeyeyeyeye MORNING CHOICE 1 Quick montage of rachel getting ready, toothpaste on brush, shower on, towel grabbed from rack, sleeves pulled,all dressed up. Montage ends and we see her look at herself in a mirror. MONOLOGUE I don't have much choice in what I'm to wear. It’s pretty clear that it’s a formal workplace. But I think I could spice up my outfit with some stylish socks. MORNING CHOICE 1 A SUPER DUPER FUN SOCKS *This choice mostly just to get users aquainted with choices. A tutorial round. Rachel puts on these socks and has a little hop in her step. MORNING CHOICE 1 B PATTERNED SOCKS *This choice mostly just to get users aquainted with choices. A tutorial round. Rachel puts on these socks and checks out her socks and admires them. MORNING CHOICE 1 C PLAIN WHITE SOCKS *This choice mostly just to get users aquainted with choices. A tutorial round. Rachel puts on these socks and fixes her posture, breathes in and walks out all composed like. MORNING 2 Rachel tries to put on her shoes. Her stomach growls. RACHEL Ugh, not now. STOMACH Growls again RACHEL What do you want STOMACH Short growl RACHEL No, we really don't have much okay STOMACH Sad long growl RACHEL Okay time to go work* gets cut off STOMACH LOUD GROWL RACHEL Goddammit okay! Fuck. Rachel heads to the kitchen and opens the cupboard. Inside is revealed to be one granola bar, a rice cake, and a fruit by the foot. MORNING CHOICE 2 A GRANOLA BAR Rachel eats the granola bar. Probably in a silly way. We'll decide when we shoot. MORNING CHOICE 2 B RICE CAKE Rachel eats it MORNING CHOICE 2 C FRUIT-BY-THE-FOOT Rachel eats it MORNING 3 STOMACH Growls* but sounds like a thank you RACHEL Don't mention it. She heads the door and steps out. RACHEL Bye kitkat! KITKAT *RACHEL'S VOICE Get outta here already lol Rachel is now outside and needs to make a choice on how to get to work MONOLOGUE K so I can walk but I might be late. I can bike and get there on time. But what if I cant find somewhere to lock my bike and im late. Oh man. I can bus but I always miss it and that can cause me to be late. Oh man. Choices choices choices. MORNING CHOICE 3 A BUS Rachel waits at bus stop. Bus comes and she gets on. Cut to her getting off. She walks causally into the building. MORNING CHOICE 3 B WALK Rachel walks to the interview. Right before she walks into the building she checks the time. RACHEL Fasionably late, check me out world. WAITING ROOM 1 *Rock your body - saxtribution is playing through a small radio. There will be 2-3 people waiting there in chairs but for the most part the room will be empty and open. The receptionist will be there waiting absentmindly and a strange man with a very strange leg twitch sitting down. Rachel approaches the desk in little panicky hurry RACHEL Hey! I'm here for the 9 am interview PAM (NAME TAG) Yes,Hello, Mr will be right with you. please take a seat over there. Pam elegantly motions towards seating area. Rachel sits alone. The weirdo gets up and sits next to her. WEIRDO Psst WAITING ROOM C1 A TALK TO WEIRDO RACHEL Ugh hi WEIRDO Question RACHEL oh ok WEIRDO What lives when you feed it food but dies when you give it water? WAITING ROOM C1 A A FIRE RACHEL Fire! The answer is Fire! Fuego WEIRDO Oh yeah, that is a very traditional answer. But I also would have accepted: tamogachi RACHEL What how? WEIRDO tamogchi is robot,Cuz water, psssssst RACHEL Hmmmm, very nice WAITING ROOM C1 A B I DON'T KNOW MAN WEIRDO Well basically, the correct answer is fire. But if you want to impress people, say tamogachi RACHEL What how? WEIRDO tamogchi is robot,Cuz water, psssssst RACHEL Hmmmm, very nice WAITING ROOM C1 B IGNORE RACHEL kay, please stop talking to me WEIRDO Ugh fine, I was just trying to help but you know, whatever. INTERVIEW START PAM (NAME TAG) Excuse me miss, he is ready to see you now. Just head over there and take a take a right RACHEL Okay thanks! Wish me luck! She does not wish her luck. Rachel heads into a conference room. There is a table, a man in a suit is sitting there. He has a fancy name tag that says Brad Deebaag that is very visible. BRAD Take a seat miss, Brad looks at his clipboard BRAD Smithe? Rachel got that look on her face, like: is this guy foreal. Rachel sits down INTERVIEW C1 GREET HIM BY FIRST NAME RACHEL Hello, Brad. Nice to meet you. BRAD Actually, if you can refer to me as mr dbag that would be great. INTERVIEW C1 GREET HIM BY LAST NAME RACHEL Hello Mr. Dbag, nice to meet you *burst out laughing* oh my god I am so sorry BRAD Its actually pronounced DeeBog RACHEL Ohhhhh im sorry INTERVIEW QUESTION 1 BRAD Okay, so basically this job is a joke and this interview is just a formality. Honestly were just going to pick some one randomly from the shortlist. So just don't mess up okay, but if you really wow us you're pretty much a shoe-in. That said, this interview will be really short. RACHEL Okay

BRAD THis interview will consist of 3 questions.

RACHEL Oh hey thats pretty easy *gets cut off

BRAD Question 1: what do you care most about. 8.

INTERVIEW QUESTION 1 CHOICEA MY WELL BEING BRAD

Ah thats nice Brad makes a note in clipboard INTERVIEW QUESTION 1 CHOICEB MY DOG KITKAT

BRAD Ah thats nice Brad makes a note in clipbaord INTERVIEW QUESTION 2

BRAD QUestion 2! *Trying to set suspence with his voice* What, lives when you feed it food, but dies when you give it water? INTERVEIW QUESTION 2 CHOICEA FIRE

RACHEL Fire!

BRAD Hmm

Brad makes a note in his clipboard

INTERVEIW QUESTION 3 TAMOGACHI

RACHEL Tamogachi BRAD Hmm very nice Brad makes a note in his clipboard

INTERVIEW QUESTION 3FAKEOUT

BRAD Ok, question number 3 PAM (NAME TAG) Mr. Deebag! We need you for just a moment. It is extremely urgent and important.

BRAD I'm so sorry about this, please, excuse me. 9.

INTERVIEW BRAD LEAVES CHOICE LOOK AT CLIPBOARD Rachel peaks at the clipboard, on it: a beautifully sketched heron with sunglasses drinking a soda.

INTERVIEW BRAD LEAVES CHOICE DO NOT LOOK AT CLIPBOARD Rachel sits there and hums a catchy song. This scene goes on for an uncomfortable amount of time.

INTERVIEW QUESTION 3 REGARDLESS OF OPTION PICKED Brad speaks as he's about to sit down

BRAD Ok, question 3 for real this time He glances at his clipboard, and looks up

RACHEL Yes?

BRAD Did you by chance take a look at this clipboard while I was out of the room?

RACHEL No, I did not.

BRAD Are you sure?

RACHEL Yes.

BRAD Hmmm

Brad does the Larry David staredown to Rachel

BRAD hm, Ok

RACHEL Sigh of relief

BRAD Anyways, back to question 3. If you can be any animal, and I mean any animal. What animal would you be?

ANIMAL CHOICE 1 AND ENDING: HERON

RACHEL I would be

Dramatic suspense and pause, zoom in on faces, etc. 10.

RACHEL A heron

BRAD You looked at my board didn't you! This is ridiculous! Everytime! I can't trust a snoop, a nosy nelly, a peter peaks a lot. Get up on outta here!

RACHEL Aw shit

ENDING CLIP: 3 months later. Rachel homeless.

ANIMAL CHOICE 2 AND ENDING: OWL

RACHEL I would be Dramatic suspense and pause, zoom in on faces, etc.

RACHEL An owl

BRAD Ah nice, well you're hired!

RACHEL Ayyyy niceeeeeee

BRAD Yeeee boiiii

RACHEL UH hu, uh huh uhuh uhuh *emporors new groove BRAD Yeyeyeyeyey They celebrate for a while and its cuts to ending Ending CLIP: 3 months later. Rachel is still celebrating albeit exhuastedly. Coworkers keep asking tasks of her ad she passes out on her keyboard.

ANIMAL CHOICE 3 AND ENDING: NARWAHL

RACHEL I would be Dramatic suspense and pause, zoom in on faces, etc.

RACHEL A narwhal

BRAD Interesting. Well, you're hired. 11.

RACHEL Niceeee

Ending clip: 3 months later. Rachel has been promoted to CEO. Pam enters room and tells her so and so wants to form a stragegic alliance. Rachel answers: niceeee. Brad comes in and calls rachel boss and said the shareprice is up 10%. Rachel answers niceeeee. The waiting room wierdo thanks rachel for the job and says she is going to win a big award. Rachel answers niceeeee. End

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