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elisysd · 7 months ago

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14. Now I don't wanna close my eyes, see everythin' I ever done

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Chapter soundtrack: Close My Eyes - Luke Hemmings

It took a lot of convincing from Charles to manage to make you come to Monaco for the summer break. You had agreed on a week and it was enough for him to come up with a plan. He had rented a house in Sicily, lost in the middle of nowhere, where he knew no one would come bothering you. It was a small cottage, big enough for the two of you. There was even a pool and a small jacuzzi. It was a few kilometers from the sea and you both already had planned a trip on a boat. Despite your fears and doubts, you were excited and happy to spend some quality time with your boyfriend, away from the hustle bustle of the paddock. For once, you wouldn’t hide or wouldn’t need to pretend feelings were not there.

You had arrived in Monaco late at night and after a night not so relaxing, you had headed to the Italian island as soon as the sun had risen and arrived in the late hours of the afternoon. You gasped when you saw the little house, soaked with an old charm. The pathway was filled with flowers from different colors and scents and you could see the huge conservatory made of glass at the back of the house. It felt like home.

“You like it?” Charles whispered in your ear, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you against his chest.

“I love it. It’s everything I imagined it would be.”

He kissed the back of your head and laced his fingers to your before pulling you towards the house. The inside was more modern than the outside, with an open kitchen in granite and a huge table made of glass. The wooden floor was giving a warm atmosphere to the house and you instantly knew you would have a nice time.

The first two days were spent mostly in the pool and on the lounge chair, you were still a little scared to venture into town, in case someone would notice you. But the few trips Charles had done where nobody stopped him to ask for pictures, finally convinced you to join him. The third day, you had finally discovered the town and ate in a nice restaurant and no one seemed to care. You got bolder and bolder, caring less and less about your surroundings, allowing Charles to walk his hand in yours, making you twirl in a crowd while listening to a street musician, and kissing whenever you felt like it.

The last day before you had to leave the little bubble of peace you had created, was spent, in the middle of the sea, on a boat. The day felt nice, spent between cuddles and kissed and playful games on the boat and in the sea.

“It’s not funny!” you half screamed, half laugh as Charles had managed to throw you in the sea while you weren’t looking.

“You should have seen your face, I find it extremely funny, my love.” he laughed, joining you and catching you.

“You’re an idiot.” you rolled your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck, your forehead against his.

“Your idiot.”

“My idiot, that’s true.” you smiled.

He kissed you, playing with the straps of your top.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Why? There is no one in sight.” he replied, his hand moving to your ass, giving it a squeeze and making you moan in the process. It was enough for him to lean for a kiss and slip his tongue between your parted lips and begin a fiery dance fighting for dominance. As you were holding on for dear life, you couldn’t miss how a certain part of him seemed to appreciate the situation.

“Charles…” you sighed as one of his hands slipped beneath your top to play with your hardened nipple.

“Tell me to stop.” he grunted, his lips moving to your neck, the light stubble on his face slightly scratching your fletch.

“I don’t want you to stop, but maybe not in the sea.”

He didn’t need you to say more. He threw your legs around his waist, making your core come straight into contact with his dick and making you throw your head backwards while a sweet sound escaped your lips.

“Keep those lips sealed for a few more seconds baby and then, I promise you, you won't be able to keep your mouth shut.”

As he was about to climb on the boat when he felt you tensing.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“My top… it’s coming off….” you bit your lips, cheeks red from anticipation and embarrassment.

“It’s fine. You won’t need it anymore soon.”

It was finally time for you to go your separate ways. You were expected back in Paris for work and to prepare the next part of the season while working on the Alpine documentary for which you needed to record a voice over. As for Charles, he would join his friends and then his family for the remainder of the summer break. Going back to your office felt weird and unnatural, especially since rain had decided to join you on your first day back to the office. You didn’t notice at first the weird looks from your colleagues and how they didn’t dare to look you in the eyes. It only hit you when you went for the coffee machine and heard two women whispering your name before jumping as you came closer to them. You didn’t know what was wrong with them, but you didn’t want to have to care.

On your way back to the desk, you saw Marion, phone glued to her ear shooting an apologetic smile. That’s when you started to understand that something weird at best and bad at worst was happening. Your fears were confirmed as soon as you opened your emails to find an urgent note from your boss asking to meet him as soon as she would be back. And when you made your way there and the first thing you saw, after he invited you to come in, was the front page of a tabloid in his hand. A picture of you taken with Charles, that day in the sea. The picture was explicit enough to not give any doubts on the nature of your relationship.

“Michael, I can explain…” you stuttered, feeling sick in your stomach.

“How long?” he simply asked, a disappointed look on his face. It hurt you more than him being angry. Handling anger was easy, but disappointment was the worst. Because you felt like you had betrayed him when he was the one willing to take a chance on you.

“A… A while. I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you… I was about to tell you, I swear.”

“It’s an uncomfortable position for me too… You are one of our best journalists here but, given the circumstances I can't keep you around. Until further notice I have to ask you to take a step back. No more Grand Prix, no more covering motorsport news. I need to investigate if your relationship made you miss your job duties. Meanwhile, maybe you can be relocated to other sports.”

“Michael, I know I screwed up big time, but I assure you, never have I ever let my private life cross with my professional one.”

“Y/N, my decision is made. For now, and if you don’t want to work elsewhere, I need you to hand me your badge and your laptop. You need to leave now. I’m sorry it has come to this.”

fighting against your tears, you handed him your badge before coming back to your desk where you packed your stuff quickly. When you turned around, Marion and Jean were there, sympathy written all over their faces.

“We tried to tell Michael that you always did the best job possible out there no matter what. We tried our best to persuade him to let you stay…” Marion told you, sadness in her eyes.

“And I thank you for that. But I should have told him sooner. I’m to blame there.”

“We are sorry. If we can do anything for you…” Jean apologized, taking you in his arms before letting you go to take your bag.

“It’s like this..”

You tried your best to not fall apart in the subway but when you finally arrived at your apartment you couldn’t hold back anymore. You let yourself slide against the door, your bag pulled against your chest as you let tears streaming down on your face. Without a job anymore, you couldn't afford to stay in Paris and that thought only made your anxiety rise through the roof. You allowed yourself to be a mess for a few minutes before taking a deep breath, you couldn’t stay like this, it wasn’t leading anywhere. Checking your phone you could see hundreds of notifications, mostly on your social media, but the only name you saw was Charles’ and a simple ‘call me’. You didn’t think twice about it, you needed him. He picked up quickly and you could hear the panic in his voice.

“Y/N, thank God, I was so worried. I saw the pictures, I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t know paparazzi were there. I’m on their ass, I promise they are going to pay.”

“I’ve been fired, Charles.” you announced in a calm voice that you barely recognised. He went silent. “I mean, not totally fired yet, just under investigation but I can’t set a toe at the office anymore. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“I… I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to hear it but… Now that the cat is out of the bag, maybe it is for the best?”

“How can it be for the best?” you gulped, a tear falling on your cheek. “I’m jobless, without a lot of savings and a student loan I have still yet to pay. I can’t go back to my parents, I can eventually crash on my best friend’s couch but…”

“Or maybe you can come to my place. You will be able to rest, you won’t be alone, you can take your time figuring out your next step while not worrying about your finances.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Move your ass to Monaco or I swear I’m coming all the way to Paris to drag you down in the south with me.”

You arrived the next day, your suitcase and most prized possessions under your arms at the train station.Out, you were stunned to see a crowd of young adults happily chatting and taking pictures. You squinted, trying to see what the attraction was and noticed an awfully familiar black car and the silhouette of your boyfriend, waiting in front of it. When he finally saw you, his eyes lit up and he excused himself to join you and took your bags.

“Out with your admirers today?”

“I thought that since we were busted, it was pointless to keep hiding. I should have asked if you were fine with that, sorry.”

People let you pass as you sat in the Ferrari while Charles kept signing autographs for a minute before joining you and driving to Monaco. There, you could see how people were taking pictures of the car and filming it and you instantly knew you were about to make it to the gossip pages, if it wasn’t the case already. You leaned into the backseat of the car, trying to make yourself invisible even if you were aware it was pointless.

“I’m sorry about that…” Charles said, feeling remorseful and putting a hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze. “I’m right there, we will find a way.”

Arriving in his place, you were awfully silent and lost in thoughts. Charles knew why, he didn’t need to ask for explanations, he knew exactly what was going on in your mind.

“Luc is proud of you no matter what. Don’t feel guilty, please.”

You finally turned to him, head hanging low and he felt his heart breaking in pieces.

“I know what you are thinking about but please, don’t beat yourself up, it leads nowhere.” he said, taking you in his arms, your head resting on his chest.

“I feel lost and confused, like nothing is making sense anymore. I don’t know what I'm supposed to do now. This dream was the only thing sure in my life, the one thing I built my life around and now that it is not there anymore? I don’t know… I’m not even sure to know who I am without that.”

“We will figure it out. Together. I’m going to spend a few days with my mom and my brothers, maybe discovering yourself and what you like can start with you tagging along?”

Author's note: The secret had to come to light at some point... I'm so sorry for the lack of consistency lately, the past few weeks have been hectic and a little hard mental health wise. But now, it should get better and I can't wait to share the next parts of this story!

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drill-teeth-art · 6 months ago

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Do you have any advice for coloring with markers?

Sure thing!

So I use Ohuhu brush and chisel tip alcohol based markers (I mainly use the brush tip end). And my main tip really if you wanna do shading especially is to get used to how fast your markers dry on the paper. Alcohol markers especially dry really fast. And you can do different things with the colors whether they're laying wet or dry on the paper. If they're still wet, you can blend them much easier. If the ink on the page is already dry, they won't really blend much if at all when you add a new layer.

Here's my sketch.

First, I take swatches of the colors and make myself a mini palette I'm using off to the side. I like to plan out loosely what colors I want to use before I start coloring. You can always dig back in your marker bag if you wanna grab another color. But I like to have a starting point palette to use so most of the markers I am going to use are already set on the table. You wouldn't believe how many times I rifled around my marker bag to pick a color to blend with only to put it on the drawing and realize the layer I wanted to blend it with dried already XD

Then I start to lay down my lightest colors, usually starting with the face if there is one in the illustration. The thing with alcohol markers is you can always go darker with the colors (until you reach pitch black or start ripping your paper), but you can't really make them lighter again. So generally speaking: start light, work dark. Although sometimes if I know something is going to be the darkest color in the palette without much variation, I will lay that down pretty early too.

I laid down the lightest gray first, and then the slightly darker gray to make a softer gradient on the face to subtly show where the light is hitting. I'll add a harsher shadow later.

While I waited on the face to dry, I did lay down the darkest browns I was using. First I put the darkest one down and blended it with a slightly lighter dark brown to add some subtle lighting even to the darkest areas.

Then I returned to the face once the first gradient layer dried completely. As you can see the darker gray isn't blending with the lighter grays because they're already dry. It just stops abruptly to create a harsher shadow.

I rinse and repeat making gradients, letting them dry and layering either a flat shadow or another gradient on top until I'm satisfied with it. Or until I'm sick of it lol.

Then I add my lines in a darker pen, hiding any slight bleeding of the marker outside of the sketch lines and also just to make the lines darker and bolder because I like that look. Do a couple extra color touch ups when the pen dries too.

And I wanted to wrap this piece up with a couple background details. Bam!

That's sort of a peek at my process with markers. It's a lot of timing. Making gradients and layering and getting to know your markers so you get a sense of how fast they dry. Hope these tips help you!

#ask #otto thoughts #art tips #art advice

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starysky1289 · 1 year ago

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Stacie(OC) X Reader. Comfort.

Note: this is very experimental. This takes place in the Sorority!Vanessa universe, but Vanessa herself is not in this minus a name mention. Stacie is your RoomAte, she was introduced in the Christmas party fic. I totally understand if this flops. If you like this and would wanna see more, just let me know <3

CW: ANGST. VERY ANGSTY

The door slammed behind you as you threw yourself into your bed, burring your head into your pillow. You hadn’t cared to check if you RoomAte, Stacie, was in the room, you were to upset to care.

“ y/n? Oh stars, what happened?? “

She was in here. Great. You hated explaining what Vanessa did, it made you feel like a burden, you hated venting to people about stuff like this. “

“ Vanessa….”

“ what did she do this time? Should I go fight her? “

You sighed, rolling over and hugging your pillow. Stacie sat on the beds edge, her doe eyes looking down at you gently, her pretty dirty curls sat on her shoulders, and her olive skin glowing from the light her lamp produced.

“ we had another fight…she said I was…too old to want to keep holding her hand everywhere we go…called me a baby…”

“ aww…she’s no good…holding hands is a very normal thing. Don’t listen to her, she’s just tryna wear you down. “

“ you always say that. But it still- It dosnt help…”

Stacie sighed, rubbing your shoulder as you stared off across the room. Vanessa had never liked Stacie, she don’t trust her, didn’t think she was a good person. You thought, no, knew Stacie was one of the nicest people in your life right now.

“ Vanessa hurting you. When are you gonna relize this y/n…”

“ I know she is. But she’s trying…she tells me. She tells me she’s trying for me. For me. “

“ what if it’s just another lie? “

You sat up fully, looking at her with wide eyes. No, she wouldn’t. No matter how many times it happened she was trying….right..?

“ w-what…? “

“…y/n….what if it’s another lie. What if she’s just telling you all these things for you to stay when are you going to see she dosnt love you…”

“ she does love me! Don’t say that! “

“ ok ok. But what if she does love you why does she keep hurting you. “

You stayed silent, studying the scrunchie around your wrist. The soft velvety texture, the light pink color. Vanessa and given it to you on the first day you dated. Now all you could think of it was a chain.

“ I wish I was bolder…I wish I wasn’t to scared to say something before Vanessa got you…”

“ what are you saying, Stacie. “

“…I..I like you. Still do. I wanted to say something but when you came back saying you were invited to a party by a sorority girl I..I knew it was too late. “

Stacie’s features dropped, her eyes gazed down at the floor. You shuffled over to her, gently holding her hand and leaning on her shoulder.

“ I’m sorry I never caught on. “

“ it’s not your fault. Maybe you’re right, Vanessa might get better. “

This time you didn’t agree or disagree with her. Only remaining silent, locking your fingers in hers. She was the only person who knew what Vanessa was doing, and she was still trying to say things you wanted to hear.

“ Stacie…will you help me…”

“ with what hun? “

“….will you help me forget some pain…? “

Your legs slightly spread instantly, still looking up at her. You could tell she was hesitant, although wanting to help.

“ I-i have some rerolled blunts..? Or I can make you a fresh one if you want..”

“ y-you know that’s not what I mean…”

“ y/n….”

You held her hand tighter, holding her face closer to yours, small tears formed around your eyes as you stuttered to speak.

“ please. I’ll pay you back anyways you want. I just need this. This is the only way I’ll feel better…and forget what she does. “

“ why can’t you just leave her, y/n…”

“…..I’m to far gone for that…”

Stacie sighed quietly, pulling you closer to her. She was a junior like Vanessa, although she could pass for a senior with her hight. She gently placed her lips on yours, kissing you so gently, it hardly felt like she was there. Her hands trailed down to the skirt you were wearing, Vanessa’s skirt, and she gave it a slight push.

“ are you positive you want this..? I don’t wanna push you…”

“ I’m positive…we don’t need to do this if you don’t want…”

“ no..i want to. I’d do anything to try and make you better dear…”

She flipped your skirt up, gently pushing your cotton panties to the side. She kissed you again, prepping your folds by gently running a few fingers through them.

“ the safe word is red, mkay? “

“ safeword..? “

“ stars…a safeword..if it gets to much you just say the word and I stop everything. “

“ oh..ok. Thank you…..”

You leaned into her, and she gently slid and finger in, holding your face in her open hand. You were already melting for her, you just knew you had to wait for it.

“ very good already y/n….very proud of this behavior…”

She would slowly speed up, not wanting to rush, but not drag it out. She knew you were desperate, and she just wanted to help you.

“ f-fuck…feels amazing…f-fuck I’m such a b-bad girl…l-letting someone else..t-touch me…”

“ no..don’t think that y/n. “

You looking up into Stacie’s eyes, she parted your hair and kissed your forehead.

“ your a very good girl. It’s not like I’m a stranger…Vanessa knows me, you know me…it’s all ok…just let the pleasure flow through you. You’re such a good girl y/n..”

You stayed quiet, feeling small tears form around your eyes. You had never been spoken with such love, even in times like now. When she was trying to fuck you, please you, she was still putting you above herself, making you believe in yourself.

“ o-oh god- no don’t cry- “

“ d-don’t stop! Please I-i…I just need to cum..please don’t stop..”

She agreed, speeding up slightly, adding a second finger. Stacie kissed your deeply, nuzzling into your neck. You could feel yourself getting closer with every thrust of her fingers, even with your cries still going. For once they were for pleasure and happiness, not for pain.

Stacie sped up again, finishing you with a few final thrusts, before letting you collapse onto her, holding you close against her.

“ hey..breath….you did so good y/n…im so proud of you…”

“ t-thank you so m-much Stacie. Y-you really d-don’t g-g-get how much t-this means t-to me …”

She laid you down, spooning you as she held you. Your cries continued, and she’d wipe away every tear she could.

“ I understand enough….i love you y/n. Even if you can’t love me back..”

“ I…..I love you Stacie…I-i love you i-in a lotta different w-ways than I love v-Vanessa…”

And with that you slowly stopped your crying, and only snuggled into Stacie. She was the best thing this cursed world could have ever given to you. And you’d defend her at every turn. She loved you. A real love.

And you knew you couldn’t love it.

#sorority!vanessa #five nights at freddy's #oc #Oc!Stacie #SororityFics!Stacie #idk what to tag this as

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spricket-central · 2 years ago

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hi !! i just found your blog and i am highly enjoying your cricket content

how do you tell the girls apart from each other?

aw, im so glad to hear it!

ahaha its funny you ask that, because ive been meaning to post about how i tell them apart!

the easiest way is their antennae. breadcrumbs left antennae is missing juuuuust a little length, whereas both of croutons antennae are full and undamaged, so if you can see someones antennae you can tell who it is pretty fast!

the slightly harder way is based on their markings. this is the way i tell them apart usually!

breadcrumbs markings are pretty unique in that her "stripes" are more like little spots the further down her back you go. heres my favorite demonstration picture:

theres still a stripe of color thats darker than her base color, but the dark spots on top of them are much more well defined.

heres another good picture:

the lady doing The Wall Dance on the right is breadcrumb. her lil dots are always easiest to identify from above/behind! crouton, on the other hand, has much bolder stripes. shes still got little spots over them too, as you might be able to make out in the picture above? but the stripes are much darker than breadcrumbs.

when you cant see their backs its a little trickier to tell them apart via pattern, but still possible if you know what to look for!

heres a couple of good pictures of crouton from the side (including another good view of crumbs back):

croutons got wide, bold stripes, and they stay relatively dark as you go down her back too (depends on angle and lighting, but its still a decent way to tell her apart from breadcrumb).

breadcrumbs stripes are a bit less bold, especially as you go down her back (where she gets more spotty).

on her right side in particular, the dark "splotch" at the "tip" of her 2nd sclerite plate also catches my eye when i look at her.

overall though, her markings are less bold than croutons (though its harder to tell in darker lighting!), and the spots that ARE dark seem a little disconnected

finally, if i really wanna be a big showoff, i can tell their faces apart, ahaha.

both crouton AND breadcrumb have lovely eye markings that look sorta like an elegant cat eye mascara, but croutons is a bit shorter and thicker, while breadcrumbs is longer and thinner.

first, heres crouton:

very beautiful very powerful

and heres breadcrumb:

her mascara is super sharp!

if you look SUPER carefully, croutons mascara actually extends a little farther down her face, but its extremely thin, and you wont really be able to see it at a distance.

anyway, the app only lets me attach 10 pictures to a post, so im unable to add anymore, but i hope this was informative! theyre pretty little ladies, both with their own unique looks (AND personalities)!

thanks for the ask! :)

#asks #insects #pet bugs #bugblr #invert pets #crickets #camel cricket #spider cricket #cave cricket #spricket #rhaphidophoridae #crouton #breadcrumb #pics

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twistyprefect · 3 years ago

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can i ask abt jade with a crush who likes to make alot of heavy pranks on others but nobody knows who's behind this pranks sooo what would jade do if he ""accidentally"" catched her preparing a prank for a teacher ????

bonus points if reader is also the kind of perfect student with perfect grades and never ever breaks the rules

love ur writingbtw !!!!!! not sure if this makes sense so feel free to skip it <3<3 ok have a good day <3

{i decided to write this as an actual short story/oneshot, i hope that's ok! i love me some blessed jade content}

Fishnet

(Jade x Fem!Reader)

Jade had heard the rumbling of a new prankster running around the halls of Night Raven College as of late; he wasn't sure exactly what had sparked the prankster's rampage, but he always appreciated a good prank. Floyd had mentioned to him how excited he was to finally see some new pranks happening. Jade had agreed, having grown a bit bored of the same three pranks students liked to pull. So far, seven people had pulled the classic 'turn someone's uniform the wrong color' prank that year. After the new prankster had set off magical fireworks in the cafeteria on the second week of the semester, Jade was sold on figuring out who was behind them. Only a day or two passed before he started to connect the dots, all leading him to the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. The merman had always had an inkling that the goody-two-shoes mask was hiding more of a mischievous side; she was always involved in some kind of adventure and was close friends with some of the more rambunctious freshmen.

He was surprised that all signs pointed to her, though. She was a model student, with perfect (or almost perfect) grades and a relatively clean track record outside or breaking Rosehearts's incredibly ridiculous rules that first week of the school year. Jade had often found himself watching the prefect from Octavinelle's table at lunch, curious as to what made her so special. Before long he'd grown weirdly fond of her. Floyd liked to tease him, calling it 'adorable' that he had a crush on such a proper and good student. Now, however, he knew for sure that was all a mask for her more goofy and fun side.

Based on her past pranks, he figured that her next target would be Rosehearts. She was getting bolder and bolder as her pranks kept getting more and more popular. Jade arrived outside the Heartsbylul dorms during the lunch period, as that was when the prefect commonly disappeared from her group of friends. He leaned against the wall next to the garden entrance, waiting for her to get there. Shortly after, he heard footsteps heading in his direction; grinning widely, he waited until she had already halfway set up to make his presence known.

"Interesting set up you've got there, especially for a prefect."

The prefect let out a squeak of surprise and whipped around to stare at the merman. He chuckled slightly and grinned wider.

"...please don't tell anyone." she said nervously. He hummed in thought, glancing over her current set up. He could turn her in, but where was the fun in that?

"I won't. In fact, I think Rosehearts' face when you drop that glitter on him would be hilarious." he said, grinning down at her and reaching out to ruffle her hair. She huffed slightly but smiled up at him softly. She glanced behind him to make sure he was alone before dragging him in closer. Jade swallowed hard, his heart pounding slightly faster as the prefect grinned up at him mischievously.

"Hey, wanna help? I promise not to prank you if you do!"

Jade grinned down at her, already reaching out to take one of the vials of glitter from her hands.

"Of course. Though, Rosehearts' reaction will be payment enough if you let me see it. So how about I take you out to avoid any future pranks instead?"

The prefect laughed and shrugged, already focusing on working her 'magic' to set up the glitter bomb for the housewarden.

"We'll see."

#twst x reader #twst scenarios #twst x you #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #imagine #reader insert #jade x reader #jade leech x reader #jade imagines #fem reader

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cricketdrawings · 3 years ago

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Traditional art materials I like!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎��

Pens:

1. Tombow brush pens will never let you down. These suckers are good for EVERYTHING. You know I keep that mf thang on me. You can get a pack of 3 on amazon for about 6 bucks I think! Worth every penny. I own like,,,, 10. The black ink is nice and dark. The blue case has a slightly firmer tip, while the black one is ever so slightly softer. If you prefer tighter line control, I’d go with the blue.

2. Pentel duopoint flex. Just discovered this bad boy when shopping for pens at Michael’s. It’s 2 sided like the name suggests, with a wide brush and thin brush. The wide brush is a little looser and can make some pretty broad lines, while the thin side is firmer and is easier to control. The line variety you can get outta this thing is Insane. It’s a little on the pricier side at $10 at Michael’s, but the website literally always at least has a 20% off coupon, and it’s completely worth it. Not sure how long it lasts yet, but as soon as I saw how well that badboy performs, I bought 2 more. I’ll report back if they wear out quickly.

3. You can never go wrong with a good ol’ ballpoint pen. Bic is usually the way to go. Penmate smears like Hell, especially the blue ones.

4. Micron PN. This one is a firm brush point, and the lines are pretty fine, but you can still press a little harder to get that variation in there. I’ve been using it to illustrate my book a lot lately. Microns also tend to be a little pricey, but if you stock up a little at a time when you can, it’s worth it.

5. Pentel sign pen. These are similar to tombow, but have a slightly wider base of the nib. They work great, but if you prefer darker black ink, go with the tombow.

6. Speedball dip pen. If you’re looking to get started with dip pens, you can get a set at michael’s with a single black pen and several different nibs, from thin to flat calligraphy, for around $11. They’re pretty reliable and last a while! Just remember to clean around the base of the pen where the nib goes in so that the ink won’t clog the entry port and get stuck in there, and you’re golden! You can clean off india ink with ammonia, or glass cleaner like windex. Speedball india ink is also pretty nice, with a lovely dark black.

Paints:

Watercolors:

1. Kuretake gansai watercolors. These guys are the most bright, pigmented, beautiful watercolors I’ve ever used. If you’re looking for a bolder watercolor, this one is for you. Look for the long green box. Japanese watercolors in general tend to vary from so opaque that it almost acts like gouache, to transparent, and have the most bold colors I’ve seen from the medium.

2. Watercolor confections. These guys have wonderful little portable tin cases, and come in a wide variety of color themes. I own the tropical set, and wow is it beautiful. The colors are easily activated, beautifully granulated, and lightfast. They also have a lovely skin tone set I haven’t personally tried yet but that I’ve had my eyes on for quite a bit!

3. HIMI jelly gouache. Yes, this is the super trendy one that everyone uses, but it’s trendy for a reason! I don’t reach for it as often as I do my gansai palette, but if you like the opacity of gouache but don’t wanna fiddle with tubes, this is for you. I know it’s not exactly watercolor, but it’s in the same neighborhood!

Acrylic:

1. Crayloa. Yes, you read that right. Crayola acrylics have downright beautiful mixing colors, and are just really good affordable acrylics. Crayola isn’t always the best choice for professionals, but they’re reliable, and these acrylics never miss. Most of the time if you see me post an acrylic painting, it was made with those paints!

2. Windsor and newton. W&N is generally a pretty reliable company, and their supplies are pretty high quality, and often worth the slightly higher price tag. Their acrylics in particular are around $5 each, which is more affordable than say, golden or liquitex. Funnily enough, they perform similarly to crayola acrylics, but they feel more… luxurious, somehow. Wish I had a better way to describe it, but I just got myself a pretty good sized set and am looking forward to wearing it out. Oh, and they also dry nicer than crayola, in which different colored paints tend to have slightly different finishes. W&N doesn’t do that, and from what I’ve seen so far they all dry a nice smooth matte.

(I don’t know enough about oil to recc paints for that lol but I hope to in the future!!)

Canvas: I tend to just get whatever cheap canvas I can find, but I must say, if you’re lacking in space to store your art, I recommend getting a roll of unprepared canvas. If you want to start out white like a lot of pre-made canvases are, just pick up some gesso and prepare the surface yourself. You can cut out any size piece to your liking! When you’re done with the painting, you can roll it up for safekeeping! I’ve got canvases stockpiled, but I’m going to start the habit of working with the plain fabric much more often, since I still unfortunately live at home and my bedroom also essentially doubles as my studio.

Pencils:

1. Prismacolor ebony. These babies are much more affordable than their colored pencils, and you can get a 12 pack for around 10 bucks on amazon. These guys, like their name suggests, are super soft and dark, so you can get wonderful line variation and contrast. They tend to smudge easily though, so if you have trouble with that, be careful!

2. General’s layout pencils. These guys are also super dark, and lay down almost black. They’re also very soft graphite, so you can get some good line variation and contrast just like ebony, but they have a much less shiny finish, which can be nice!

3. Palomino blackwing. Yes, THOSE pencils. I cannot recommend them enough. They will make you feel so fancy. They lay down soft, dark, and come with this cool little rectangular eraser you can adjust. They’re famous for a reason! They were Chuck Jones’ weapon of choice!! If you feel like paying slightly more, then these are absolutely worth the tag. Depending on where and when you get them, they can set you back around $25-30 for a pack of 12, and they are absolutely worth every penny. The only thing I’d suggest is to be careful when sharpening, since they can wear down more quickly than regular pencils. It helps to carefully sharpen with an x-acto blade, and to only sharpen the lead itself when possible, and not the wood right away. It’ll make them last much, much longer, and make the price tag even more worthwhile.

Woodburning/pyrography tool:

I’ve only ever used one woodburning tool thus far (that’s about to change!) and that’s the walnut hollow creative versa-tool. It’s a wonderful tool to start out with, and you can get one at michael’s for around $30, and even less if you use a coupon. (Can u tell I work at michael’s lmao. Hmu for michael’s tips, you can save a lot of money really easily there!) The tool gives you a nice variety of tips to choose from. The universal chisel nib is probably the easiest to start with. You can shade with the flat end, and get thin to thick lines depending on how hard you press with the edge. It’s a little hard to get curves on it, but with practice and patience it comes easier! If you draw pretty fast, like me, it can take some getting used to, since pyrography tends to be a slow and steady kind of a process. The slower you go, the deeper it will burn, the thicker/darker lines you’ll get, and the quicker you go the more likely it’ll be that you’ll just scar the wood and not get very far.

As for the thinner tips in the walnut hollow kit, don’t be fooled! If you’re looking to get thinner lines, these won’t always work the way they seem they will. It’s kinda confusing if you go in blind like I did, but I learned that the thinner the metal, the less heat that you get coming out of it, and the longer it takes for a line to appear. You can still use them for tiny details, but it takes a bit. You’re better off getting a good handle on the universal chisel nib and making thinner lines that way, since it tends to go much quicker, and with the higher heat you’re able to get from that, you’re less likely to scar or stab the wood.

The shader tip is also a pretty good tool to learn. I’ve seen artists who only use the shader tip and create photo realistic stuff! As soon as you get used to the odd shape, you learn to kind of work with it like a paint brush. Angling it to the side can also get you some nice thin painterly lines. And of course, like the name suggests, holding it flat and moving it gently over the wood (longer for darker burn, shorter for lighter) can get you a lovely range of values.

Choosing your wood; make sure to choose soft, light wood. Darker wood is generally fine as long as it’s soft, but it’s harder to get the image in there since you can’t add highlights with just the burner or leave any blank spaces for the highlights. It’s best to choose a lighter wood, like pine, which I believe is what the plaques at michael’s are made of. In the wood section there you can get pre-made plaques for $1-5 each, and they’re basically perfect for the task. I know less about getting wood slices, but the ones in that same section are also pretty nice, have nice light wood in the center, and it’s got a built in frame around it by way of the bark. They tend to be a lot more expensive though, so make sure you wait for a sale or use a coupon unless you wanna shell out $10 or more for a single piece of wood, even if it is a little nicer. Or just befriend a lumberjack!!

You can also color your woodburnings with watercolor. I unfortunately don’t have much experience with this, since I’ve pretty much only painted on mine with acrylic, which can be fun just as long as you don’t paint over all the lines you made by accident, but I just wanted to throw that out there for all my homies that like color.

💗 That’s all I’ve got for now! I hope anyone who likes my art and wants to try something similar is able to try the supplies I use, and get just as much joy out of these supplies as I do! My inbox is always open if you have any questions about a piece or how I did it. I adore answering any inquiries, so it’s no bother! I’m no professional, but I have been making art for most of my life, so if I’m ever able to provide any help or advice for another artist then I’m happy💗

#art supplies #art materials #art supply reccomendations #cricket chat #art resources

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chayscribbles-archive · 3 years ago

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so from the tags on your faceclaim post you said Finneas would wear a floral button down - you wanna elaborate more on his style? also is he a flirt? also would he drive a jeep or a sedan? also if he could have two colors of eyes would he go for it? also if he wore a mood ring would it change colors all the time or stay more of a murky purple green?

so in a modern AU (bc i haven't quite figured out space fashion yet) his go-to is open button downs with fun but subtle prints. actually his entire style would be described as "fun but subtle"--he doesn't wanna stand out too much but he doesn't wanna be boring either yknow? he'll have like one piece of clothing that's slightly bolder than the rest. and accessorize with little dangly earrings.

is he a flirt? sigh. yes. yes he is. it's almost never serious though. he rarely flirts with people he actually likes bc around them he turns into an absolute bumbling mess.

jeep or sedan? sedan. (although i must note that in every road trip AU he has a station wagon.)

if he could have two colors of eyes would he go for it? i think he wouldn't. he has green eyes and magic plant powers. it's just fitting LMAO

mood ring? he would desperately want it to stay one colour at all times so no one can know what he's feeling. it would not stay one colour at all times.

#thanks for the additional asks 💕#finncore

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houndsofcerberus · 3 years ago

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Apotheosis Chapter 2

Summary: Techno and Theseus arrive to Nimius though the arrival is met with…mixed reviews

No CWs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33386038/chapters/83133148

The rhythmic clopping of the horse’s hooves and the rolling of the cart wheels had become monotonous and boring by the time they finally reached their destination. The only change from the expanse of identical trees was when they had neared. Nimius was large but it’s capital, settled near it’s southernmost border, was a sight to behold. Nimius was known for its abundance, having been named for its wealth. This of course brought with it lavish lifestyle, but this wasn’t unanimous across the kingdom. The country had many smaller villages and hamlets, a great deal of the Nimian population was in fact farmers and ranchers. The land Nimius occupied was some of the best across the continent for farming, the soil was rich and fertile and the conditions were mild enough and the growing season long enough to have made Nimius an agricultural giant amongst the land.

Technoblade was of the opinion that no description could do the feeling of walking into the Nimian capital justice however. No story, nor poem, nor song could ever compare to the feeling of walking in. The royal family’s crest depicted a peacock, bright and fierce, and proud as all hell, signifying the wealth of the region. The crest was frequent in the city however it was more apparent around the castle. They were a proud people who showed their wealth happily. Techno hadn’t been in Nimius for quite some time, though as the cart rolled into the city it appeared not much had changed. The streets were well kept, clean and had planter boxes lining the cobbled streets, the stones were smooth and the buildings light in color. White and teal were everywhere, along with dull orange terracotta and faux gold shimmer. Murals decorated the walls of several buildings, well kept up and beautifully bright. It was like walking into a painting. Theseus was leaning forward, looking around, eyes wide as he took in the market smelling strongly of fresh bread and other delicious smells from the vendors in the street. People walked idly, moving out of the way of Techno’s cart and looking in curiously. Some frowned and watched Techno, though he didn’t blame them. He had accumulated many many battle scars from his adventures, and several were laid into his face, leaving him looking… rough to say the least. He pressed on, ignoring them and driving the horses to the castle ahead.

It was an architectural masterpiece, within its large gates it was covered in ivy and tile mosaics of trees, peacocks, and farmland. The things that made Nimius what it was. It was beauty and luxury in its purest form, abundance at its most bare and most extravagant. Technoblade had missed Nimius.

“Woah!” Theseus gasped, leaning so far forward Techno needed to grab his shirt and pull him back into the seat. “What are those?” he asked excitedly, pointing at a blue bird amongst several others, it’s tail long as it trailed behind the bird, folded. The feather’s were iridescent and there was a small crest on its head.

“That's a peacock, the monarch has an affinity for them,” Techno said fondly. As his dog passed the bird, clearing the path for the horses, several of the peacocks shook out their tails and Theseus’ eyes went wide once more.

“It’s got so many eyes!” he said, looking at Technoblade in wonder.

“It’s just a pattern, they use it to scare off anything trying to eat them.” Techno said, smiling lightly.

“They’re so pretty,”

“Very, but you can’t pet these ones, they aren’t nice. There’s one inside you could pet though.” Techno said. Theseus nodded excitedly as Techno stopped the cart in front of the castle, looking over each of the guards. As much as he loved it here he couldn’t be too comfortable so he kept his sword on him and stepped off, whistling to the dog and gesturing with a nod of the head to the cart. She jumped up and settled in the back as Theseus scrambled down off the cart, running to catch up. A young man had come out and paused in front of them as they both waited for Theseus.

“Eret is waiting for you inside. Just f-” The young man was cut off by another who had approached, staring at the sword.

“No weapons.” He said gruffly.

“I’m not stupid enough to kill a seer, let alone a monarch. Let me in.” Techno said flatly.

“No. Put the sword in your cart. And that whip too.” The man said stepping in front of Techno, arms crossed. He had a mask over the top of his face but Techno was close enough to see his bright green eyes and furrowed brows.

“And if I don’t?” Techno asked, smiling lazily.

“You don’t wanna find out.” came the reply as he went to draw his sword. Techno copied the move, hand on the hilt of his sword. Theseus grabbed onto Techno’s pant leg, and Techno chanced a quick look, seeing briefly the fear on his face. When his eye darted back up the man had relaxed slightly, eyes focused on the child for a moment before looking back at Techno and glaring twice as hard.

“Boys quit it,” came a new voice, familiar to Techno’s ears. Techno grinned and let go of his sword to smile innocently at Eret descending the stairs to the castle doors, accompanied by a woman a bit younger than Technoblade. Eret was… well Eret. Well dressed in beautiful clothes, somehow looking well dressed and casual at the same time, putting Techno’s outfit of his usual cape, shirt, pants and other gear to shame despite sharing the same style. She smiled and approached, shaking his head playfully.

“What? I was just playing around,” Techno said, laughing easily and relaxing. He bowed to them, head down in a show of respect before standing.

“You’re a bad liar. Come on, we have a lot to discuss with Puffy here, she’s my general that I told you about.” Eret said, gesturing for Techno and Theseus to follow.

“But my liege, he has weapons on him!” The man Techno had just confronted spoke up, looking panicked.

“As he always does. Sam it’s alright, this man has saved my life more times than I can count. If he wanted me dead he would’ve done so long ago. He’s as harmless as a pup.” Eret laughed, shaking their head. The man, Sam, stood there bewildered for a moment as Techno walked by, followed by Theseus who stuck his tongue out at the guard. They walked in through the large doors into a beautiful castle. Polished wood and marble was everywhere, large murals and tapestries of the gods and of old tales lining the entry hall beautifully. Techno felt out of place, dirty grungy clothing, scarred and unpolished, unrefined. Eret led them further, past the large throne room and into a further hall. Puffy opened a door, revealing a round, average sized table, six chairs around it, a teapot and snacks upon it. Eret took their spot and Puffy chose one nearby, Techno opting for one across from Eret, and Theseus clamoring up onto the chair beside Techno.

“You never told me you had a kid,” Eret said, smiling and placing a few sweets in front of Theseus.

“Sorry, I didn’t have much time, I came as soon as I got the letter,” Techno said.

“No no, it’s alright, he’s quite adorable. What’s his name?” Eret asked, smiling at Theseus who was currently enjoying a cookie that Eret had given him.

“Theseus,” Techno replied.

“I go by Tommy.” Theseus interjected, staring at Techno.

“You never mentioned that before.” Techno sighed.

“You didn’t ask.” came the reply. Puffy snorted and covered her mouth, trying to hide her smile. Techno took the moment to take her in. Her uniform was well kept, a deep indigo blue with gold accents. She had very long curly white hair, though it didn’t age her. She looked young, or at least seemed to be younger than Technoblade, though that wasn’t saying much. She had a scar, faint and light, stretching from her jaw to just under her eye. He couldn't decipher what from by the look of it, though it had obviously been taken care of considering it was so light.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Theseus interrupted Techno’s thoughts, loud and abrupt.

“Theseus!” Techno scolded, staring at him in disbelief.

“What?”

“You can’t say that!”

“Why not?” Theseus asked, crossing his arms. Techno sighed, frustrated.

“I’m so sorry,” He apologized.

“It’s alright, kids are kids, I take no offence.” Eret said. Their eyes which had previously been a bright and vibrant brown had slowly dulled over the years, as though there was a white film over them. Techno hadn’t mentioned it, he had only ever known Eret with the vague film on their eyes. She was a seer, it was a natural part of having Sight. “I have a gift. I can see the gods,” Eret said smiling and looking at Theseus patiently.

“Woah, that’s so cool! I wanna see the gods!”

“Well it’s not all good Tommy. My eyes look like this because it makes it so you can’t see after a while, it makes your eyes turn white and soon you can’t see anything.” Eret explained. Theseus frowned and tilted his head.

“So you’re blind?”

“Not yet. I’ve got some years ahead of me, I plan to enjoy them as much as I can.” Eret said, eyes darting to Techno who laughed.

“You did enough living for twelve lives back in the days.” Techno smiled fondly upon the memories of their journeys together.

“Never enough Blade, never enough,” Eret said, sighing happily at their own memories of the time. “We’ll need to reminisce some other time unfortunately. You’re aware of why I requested your help?”

“Yes, the letter told me all I needed to know.” Techno said, nodding curtly, smile fading.

“Lovely. As capable as our wonderful General here is, we'll need the help. They’ve been making bold moves. We need to be bolder.”

“Are you sure?” Puffy interjected.

“You have no ideas left either. We need him.”

“No, not that. Him. Are you sure about him? I did my research, I know what he sees as ‘bold moves’.” Puffy said firmly, glaring at Techno. Just when he thought he may be able to escape mistakes of the past, here they were yet again coming to bite him in the ass.

“Can we not discuss that? Not right now? I’d rather not defend those actions in front of a child.” Techno said sharply. Puffy looked between Technoblade and Theseus before nodding. “We’ll finish this later.” Techno added. “For now I need your files and information about it. As well as anything relevant to the situation, including border declarations. Anything Nimius and Ecren have both signed.”

“Of course. I have an office for you in the south wing and your room is ready. We can give Tommy a tour of the castle maybe and have some dinner, by then I’ll have a room for him beside yours.” Eret said, pouring herself a cup of tea, and then pouring one for Technoblade. “Puffy, can I ask you to gather the necessary documents while I catch up with my friend?” He asked kindly. Puffy nodded and gave a brief informal bow before leaving the room. “Maybe Tommy would like to go find Calypso in his garden,” Eret said, smiling.

“Who’s Calypso?” Theseus asked,

“You remember I mentioned there’s a peacock you can pet inside the castle? That’s Calypso. He’s a sweetheart, and has his own garden.” Techno said, smiling. Theseus grinned, turning to Eret and nodding quickly.

“Alright, give me a moment,” Eret said, standing and walking to the door. Eret smiled and gestured to someone. “Skeppy, are you on your way by Calypso’s garden?” She called.

“Yeah, gonna go visit Bad in the kitchens, see if he needs help.” came the reply, presumably from Skeppy.

“Lovely, we have a guest, come here,”

Skeppy stepped in, smiling and waving at Techno and Theseus.

“Can you show Theseus here how to get to the garden? He’d like to meet Calypso, maybe swing by and steal an extra treat for him when you go pester Bad hm?”

“I wasn’t gonna steal anything, just… taste test,” Skeppy argued.

“Uh huh. Grab him an extra bite,”

Theseus looked to Techno for permission to go this time. After the last time he went off away from Technoblade he didn’t seem keen to repeat the situation. Techno nodded and gestured to Skeppy.

“Go, I’ll come get you in a bit, kid,” He said reassuringly. Theseus ran off with Skeppy, following him into the hall excitedly chatting with Skeppy. Eret sat and they both waited until they could no longer hear them.

“So… you’re a dad.” Eret said, leaning back with their teacup in hand. “That's… unexpected for you.”

“Yeah. I didn’t plan to be.”

“Past few years must’ve been quite the learning curve for you then huh?” Eret chuckled. Techno froze, not looking his friend in the eyes.

“Well… I wasn’t around.” Techno admitted. “His mom had to track me down to tell me. And we had an agreement.”

“You didn’t…” Eret said.

“I didn’t abandon them… entirely.” Techno said, trying to defend himself. “She knew what kind of guy I was, she knew about them. I told her when she said she was pregnant. She agreed it wasn’t a good idea, but she couldn’t work with a child and no husband so… I’ve been sending her money over the years. Bought them a nice home, money for food and clothes, a repairman, and extra for savings. I made sure she could give him a good life. I swear I wouldn’t just leave, I just…”

“So why is he with you now then?” Eret asked.

“She passed. A few days ago actually. She wrote to me and had the message passed along urgently and when I got there it was bad. She told me to take him and take care of him. I figured I owe her that, but I… have no clue how to do this.” Techno sighed, shrugging and leaning back. He didn’t dare look at Eret, he didn’t want to see their look of disappointment.

“Gods above Technoblade, what a fine mess you’ve made for yourself. We’re a nation at war, why’d you bring him?”

“The other jobs were too dangerous. Tracking down criminals, on the front lines for weeks, assassination, murder, this was the safest. He doesn’t have to be involved in the war, he can stay and if we must evacuate he can go with. This war won’t be fast, Ecren is not going to give in, it’s more stable.”

“What makes you say that?” Eret asked. Techno sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and standing, leaning over the table to hand it to Eret. Eret took it and unfolded the paper. “They requested you as well?”

“Yeah. Offered me the position of General.”

“You didn’t take it. Why?” Eret said, frowning skeptically, eyes trained on Technoblade’s sword.

“I’d be on the frontlines, the pay was worse, it came after yours, and you’re one of my oldest friends. I’m a lot of things, but I am not a liar and I don’t go back on my promises. I told you I’d come back if you ever needed help. I’m here. I have no obligations in Ecren or interest in helping them. This was my home for a while too, I’m going to defend it.” Techno said.

“You never change. It’s nice to have you on the team, old friend,” Eret said, smiling and folding the piece of paper, tossing it back on the table and relaxing. “Like the old days.”

“Like the old days.” Techno agreed

Techno found Theseus in the garden, sitting amongst the beautiful abundance of foliage and flowers, Calypso sitting in his lap fast asleep. It was kind of sweet, Theseus was gently petting the bird, making sure not to wake him, looking around at all the butterflies fluttering above them from flower to flower. The garden was vibrant, it was as though you stepped into a forest, and though it was a bit warm it was comfortable. Theseus seemed at peace there. Techno walked over and sat on the bench near Theseus’ spot on the ground.

“Where’d the name Tommy come from?” He asked quietly, being careful not to startle the bird or the child.

“My mom. She always called me Tommy instead.” He replied in a whisper, transfixed on the bird in his lap. He seemed enamored with Calypso, fascinated endlessly by the brightly colored and well kept feathers. Enough so that he had finally stopped moving and talking for the first time since Techno had met him. He was a lively kid, probably even more so before his mother passed. He hadn’t been sleeping well, crying himself to sleep in the wagon, waking from nightmares. On the worst days when it seemed he truly realized he was never seeing his mother again he had refused to eat, and sat silently in the wagon. Technoblade was not someone experienced in grief, and he hadn’t had even the mildest clue on how to comfort a child who had just lost his primary caregiver, that was never easy, especially not after watching her suffer for weeks on end before dying. Techno hadn’t spoken with him much about it, unsure of how to approach that topic with an adult, let alone a child.

“Do you want me to call you Tommy instead?” Techno asked softly, voice still low to not wake the bird.

“No,” Theseus said flatly, shaking his head. Techno froze, and stared for a moment waiting for him to elaborate. No explanation came. He just left it there. Technoblade decided that it wasn’t meant to be rude, even if it sure did feel like something he should chastise him for. It wasn’t as though it was a big deal, it was just a name. Theseus had the right to say what he wanted to be called.

“...alright” Techno said after a solid minute of silence from both parties. “Dinner’s almost ready, we should head to the dining hall,” he added, gently patting him on the shoulder as he stood to get him to stand up as well.

“I don’t wanna go.” Theseus said. Techno took a moment and decided his curiosity took precedence over his ego bruising from the fact Theseus just outright refused,

“Why not?” He asked, crouching down. Theseus looked away, refusing eye contact. He looked conflicted and uncomfortable, but Techno just waited until he was ready.

“What if it’s bad? Mom always made good food, what if this is bad? And it's so big in there, the roof is so high, and everything echoes and it’s just too much. I don’t like it.” Theseus said, grimacing and glancing at the door back in. “I miss home.” He added more quietly. Techno stood and thought for a moment.

“Come with me,” He said, standing and holding out his hand. Theseus looked at Calypso and hesitated before gently picking him up and scooting him off his lap, standing and brushing the dirt off his pants.

“We’re going anyway?” Theseus asked, frowning.

“Nah, I hate the dining hall anyways, but you can’t just not eat kid. I’m taking you to the kitchens. Did you like Skeppy?”

“Yeah! He’s really funny, he told me about you!”

“...what’d he tell you?”

“That you sucked at the games he played with you!” Theseus said happily, smiling as he looked ahead.

“...huh… well I’ll have to get a rematch then. We can have dinner with Skeppy and the cook, Bad, in the kitchen instead, it’s much nicer there, not as fancy,” Techno said, taking Theseus’ hand and leading him inside, instead of going through the large extravagant halls he took a detour into a smaller homier feeling hallway. It was lined with pictures of the staff and their families, and of Eret and his parents, all the goofy pictures they wouldn’t be able to present in the front halls for guests to see. Techno looked at a few of them and got oriented to where they were. He had always preferred going through the staff halls anyways. The main halls were designed to be long, extravagant and force you to take in the wealth and lavish castle. The staff halls were shortcuts, small and much easier to navigate due to the fact that they didn’t look the same and had labels on all the doors so nobody got lost. Techno finally found the door labelled ‘Kitchen’ and pushed it open.

Beyond the door was a nice looking kitchen. It wasn’t fancy or covered in white and gold. It had a large wood stove that was next to an oven, as well as another separate brick oven in the wall. The brick oven was unlit and cold, and the wood stove looked as though it had just turned off. There were large windows that were wide open, letting in a cool breeze, and plenty of countertops littered in plates and dishes. The room was bigger than a normal home’s kitchen and much better equipped, even having a cooler to store food and a meat locker door off to the side, but half of it was occupied by a large oak table and chairs, a tablecloth spread over top. In the centre of the table was a vase with freshly cut flowers, and beside it was a basket of bread rolls. In the kitchen was a familiar face, Bad. Though Bad seemed occupied trying to get Skeppy to stop trying to eat the food before it was out on the tables.

“Skeppy, quit it!” Bad yelled, exasperated.

“Awe come on, I’m just testing it!” Skeppy laughed as he was chased away from the stock pot.

“You’re being a pest is what you’re doing,” Bad huffed, shaking his head and turning to smile. “You finally came back!” He cheered, smiling at Techno. “You come to visit or to steal food like someone else here,” Bad asked, glaring pointedly at Skeppy who had started creeping towards the other basket of bread rolls for the dining hall.

“But I’m huuuuuungryyyy” Skeppy whined. Techno laughed and grabbed a bread roll from the basket on the table, chucking it to Skeppy to occupy him for a while.

“Actually I came to see if me and the kid could eat with you and Skeppy tonight,” Techno said, smiling and gesturing at Theseus. Bad gasped and leaned over the counter to look at the kid, grinning brightly.

“Of course! Skeppy mentioned we had a little guest! I thought he was lying for an extra lemon tart,” Bad said, smiling.

“I told you he wash real,” Skeppy said triumphantly through a mouthful of bread, smiling smugly as he took another bite of the bread roll proudly.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Bad said, brushing him off with an eye roll and a dismissive wave. “I’ll let Eret know when we send out the food, they may join us but I doubt Sam and Puffy will let him out of sight while they have a chance to discuss things.”

“Speaking of what’s the deal with those two?” Techno asked, leaning forward against the counter.

“Ah not much, Sam is the newer one of the two, he takes his job very seriously, and Puffy is normally a lot more calm but everything going on has been stressing her out. This’ll be her first conflict as General, she’s been in the military for a long time but this time she’ll be calling the shots on the field so she’s just trying to be careful,” Bad said shrugging. “Nice folks, heart in the right place but you caught ‘em at a bad time. Why are you here now?”

“Same reason. Eret asked me to come as a strategist.” Techno said. “War needs experience, I guess that’s why she asked me to come.”

“What’s war? You guys keep talking about it and I don’t know what it means.” Theseus asked abruptly. Bad looked as though he had frozen to the spot and Skeppy was trying not to laugh at him but Techno just turned and looked at Theseus unbothered.

“Y’know how there are countries? Well sometimes they get into fights with lots of people on both sides. That's war.” Techno said flatly. Bad gave him an incredulous look and when Techno made eye contact he shrugged. There was no point in lying. This would be the kid’s life for a while.

“Oh. When will it be over?” Theseus asked, frowning. “It seems like a lotta work.

“I don’t know, kid, probably not for a few years.” Technoblade replied, shrugging.

“That’s a long time. I want it over now,”

“Me too, tell you what though, you and I get to live here with Skeppy and Eret and Bad until it’s over, so that doesn’t seem too bad right?” Techno asked, smiling ever so slightly and ruffling Theseus’ blond hair gently.

“I guess not,”

Dinner had gone well, Theseus ate all his food for the first time in ages, even telling Technoblade as they left the kitchen that it was “almost as good as mom’s” which seemed to be high praise for him. Techno was just glad he ate all of it. They had talked with Skeppy and Bad easily, and despite Eret not being able to join them it was a good time. Afterwards Techno had gone to the stables, Theseus trailing behind him. Someone had put away his horses and his dog wasn’t too far off from them. Techno checked what they had to eat and drink and after deciding it was good enough he grabbed his brushes from the wagon behind the stable. He would bring his books and Theseus’ things up to their rooms when they went back in. Theseus stood just inside the stable door, watching Technoblade brush the larger of the two horses meticulously.

“Why didn’t you name them?” Theseus asked, echoing his question from days earlier.

“I just didn’t.”

“Can I name them?” Theseus asked. Techno made the mistake of looking at Theseus, whose eyes were large and watery as he silently begged. Not even he could last against that look.

“...fine.” Techno conceded, sighing and shaking his head.

“Yay! This one is gonna be.... Andrew!” Theseus proclaimed proudly, looking chuffed with himself.

“That’s a good one,” Techno said, chuckling slightly.

“And the other one is gonna be Carl!” Theseus added. “Oh and the doggie! Can I name her? Pretty please?”

“Might as well,”

“Clementine!” Theseus cheered happily. The dog, who had previously been laying calmly, watching Techno and Theseus from outside the stall stood at that, walking over and wagging her tail at Theseus.

“Well she seems to like it. Nice job kid,” Techno said, smiling fondly. He continued brushing the newly named Andrew and Carl, meticulously picking out their feet and checking for any rocks before he finally let them be. Clementine, also pleased with the new moniker curled up in Carl’s stall, and Techno pulled out some dried meat from the wagon, promising he’d take her hunting the next day for some game. He knew she couldn’t understand but it gave him peace of mind at least.

He took Theseus to the wagon and grabbed his large box of books and other important trinkets within, buried under the pages, and helped Theseus grab his few things. The child frowned as he looked for something, not finding it.

“What’re you missin’?” Techno asked.

“My teddy bear, mom gave it to me, I had it hidden in my bag!” Theseus said, looking distressed.

“You think you forgot it at home?” Techno asked, frowning. His frown deepened when Theseus nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. “Hey, hey it’s okay kid.” he rushed, trying to think about what one of his friends would’ve said. Squid had always been better with kids, so he tried to think of what he would say. “Your teddy bear is.... Protecting your house?” He suggested. Theseus paused and sniffed, nodding slowly. It seemed to work. “He has to look after it cause you’re not there anymore.”

“...okay,” Theseus said quietly, nodding. He still looked sad but no longer like he was gonna cry, which Techno counted as a massive win in his favor. Maybe parenting wouldn’t be that bad after all.

They brought in the items, and Eret showed them to their rooms. Eret’s was at the end of the hall and Techno’s was a few doors down. Beside Techno’s room was Theseus’ room and both seemed good, better than the wagon had been. There was a fireplace in techno’s room, and he remembered the layout of it quite well. He had stayed there for some time previously, and chosen the room specifically for the fireplace and the small bathroom attached to it. It wasn’t as large and well furnished as Eret’s washroom or any of the others in the castle, but there was running water, a sink, a toilet and a bathtub. That was more than enough for Techno, who had long since grown used to mostly washing up in rivers. Techno let Theseus settle in his room and showed him where to go if he needed help before slipping into his room. He put his books on the empty shelves and the various treasures were hidden in the room. His jewelry box set on the nightstand.

He opened the dresser and found some clean clothes that he had previously left. That would also be nice, laundry wouldn’t be such a pain. He bathed himself and got Theseus to stop jumping on the bed long enough to catch him and wrangle him into the bath as well afterwards. He had protested heavily until he hit the warm water, sinking into it almost immediately. He still protested as Techno scrubbed the dirt off his face and out of his hair but it was half-hearted and he seemed quite happy afterwards, wrapped in a blanket and wearing clean pajamas donated by Eret from when they were young. They were a bit big but Theseus said they were comfortable. Techno got him settled into bed and blew out the oil lamp in the room, leaving him to sleep. Techno lit his fireplace and stoked the fire until it was roaring steadily, warming the room. He blew out his own oil lamp after grabbing one of his novels, deciding on an old hero tale he had been fond of. He settled into the rocking chair by the fireplace, opening the well worn pages and settling in to lose himself in the story.

He had always cherished the fact he could read, and he was thankful for the escape. Sometimes he found solace from everything around him in the pages of a good story. He particularly enjoyed adventures with a clear hero. He never saw himself in those pages, and though as strange as it may have seemed it was nice. He wanted an escape from himself, not a reflection of him on the pages. He was okay with the fact he didn’t see himself in the heroes, though all too often he saw himself in the monsters the heroes slayed. He wasn’t proud of it, and he’d never speak of those events aloud, he’d never admit to what he’d done to anyone who he cared for. Though he didn’t know how much longer he could ignore it when Puffy knew. He had no doubt Sam knew as well. The hatred and fear in his eyes as they had stood face to face earlier told him all he needed to know. He didn’t know if Eret would still accept his help if he knew, but he had to try to explain himself. Nothing would justify it, but he wanted to help people this time. Not hurt them. He paused, shaking away the thoughts, it would only encourage them to start up once more. He hadn’t gotten a handle on them just for them to pop up now of all times. He had become so wrapped up in his book that he hadn’t realized the door opened until he heard it click shut. He turned, almost expecting Eret, but instead seeing Theseus, blanket around his shoulders, sniffing and wiping at his eyes.

“Hey… what are you doing up?” Techno asked, tilting his head and closing his book, finger on the page he was on, holding it ajar.

“I couldn’t sleep…” Theseus said, sounding as though he had been sobbing. Techno frowned and gestured to him to come closer, and as he stepped into the firelight Techno could see his eyes. They were red and watery, bloodshot and puffy. His cheeks were tear-stained and he looked awful.

“Nightmare again?” Techno asked. Theseus nodded. Techno thought for a moment. He didn’t know how to comfort kids very well. “Is there something you want me to do?” He asked, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to just ask him.

“Mom would always cuddle with me…” Theseus said softly, not looking up to meet Techno’s eyes at all, but he got the message. He leaned forward and gestured him forward. Theseus took a few steps closer and Techno picked him up, placing him down on his lap. He shifted Theseus so the child was laying across his lap, leaning against his arm and chest.

“Does this work?” Technoblade asked, hoping he was doing it right. He’d seen other parents do this, but he wasn’t sure. Theseus nodded and rested his head on Techno’s chest gently. “You want me to read to you?” he asked, getting another silent nod. Techno flipped the book open to the first page, and started reading aloud off the first page. He felt Theseus cuddle into him, pulling his blanket closer around himself while yawning softly. Time escaped him, and what felt like minutes went by before he paused and looked down, to see Theseus fast asleep in his arms. He felt like he couldn’t move without waking him, and looked around to see if there was a way to take him to bed, but there wasn’t. So Techno resigned himself to sleeping in the rocking chair that night, gently putting the book down on the small table beside him. He sighed and leaned back, holding Theseus gently and closing his eyes. He smiled slightly as he felt Theseus grab onto his shirt tightly with his small hand. Maybe it was worth sleeping on the chair tonight if it meant Theseus slept soundly. It wasn’t so bad.

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #techno #bedrock bros #bedrock bros fanfic #dream smp tommy #dsmp tommy #dsmp god au #dsmp technoblade #dsmp fanfic #c!eret #c!puffy #c!sam #fanfiction #dadnoblade fanfic #technodad fanfic #technodad #dadnoblade

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lovemesomehwa · 4 years ago

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Come To Brazil

Shoyo Hinata

After hearing that the Greatest Decoy had trained in her home country, Y/N just had to find out what his experience was.

Based on: Come To Brazil - Why Don't We

Warnings- cursing, implied nsfw, she/her pronouns

a/n: This took way too long to finish, but I'm back ! This is the first fic I'm basing off a song so I'd highly recommend giving it a listen as you read <3

They were gorgeous, beautiful even. The red sequins sparkled in the light every time they moved. I didn’t notice how revealing it was until they sat down, the low cut complementing their build. I could tell they were nervous, but I couldn’t tell what for. I wasn’t one to talk though, my senses were on fire, leaving me a bit overwhelmed.

I don’t usually tag along on these things, especially not when Atsumu has anything to do with it. But tonight was an exception since it was his birthday. I told myself I was ready but in all honesty, I don’t think anything could have prepared me for this. The music was so loud I swear I felt the house shake. It was packed wall to wall with people, most I didn’t even know he knew. I didn’t even know them and we’ve been teammates for years.

Somehow I made it into one of the less crowded rooms, one of the waiting staff handing me a glass of liquor as soon as I came through the doorway. This one held a different vibe than the others, the music not as loud and you could actually see the floor. It looked like a lounge, the dark velvet couches pushed against the wall making it seem larger than it was. Curtains and solid tapestries covered every inch of wall available. I looked around, trying to find somewhere to sit that wasn’t already taken. Luckily there was a corner piece available that gave me a good view of the room. I took a deep breath and took a sip from my glass, starting to get anxious. I wasn’t one for crowds but one night couldn’t hurt right?

(Y/N) pov.

“Wait really?”

“Yea, he trained there for two years before joining the team. Pretty sure ya would like him, he’s yer type too…” I looked up at Atsumu, eager to learn more about his teammate. “Pretty sure he’s here if ya want to talk to ‘em.” He turned around, his attention shifting onto the next person. I scrunched my nose and walked off, wanting to find this ‘decoy’ ‘Tsumu was talking about. Something about Brazil had piqued my interest in him.

I pushed through the crowd, stumbling a bit from being pushed around. It took four rooms and one awkward intrusion before I finally found him in the lounge. It was definitely less crowded but there was still a good number of people. He seemed unbothered, taking a sip from his glass as he put away his phone and looked up. I made my way over, narrowly avoiding an elbow or two.

“Hinata right?” I spoke up, looking down at him. He smiled brightly and nodded, his mood seeming to change. This wasn’t my first time seeing him, he’s been on countless magazine covers and all over Atsumu’s page; but It was my first time up close. I finally understood why everyone compared him to sunshine. He truly was a ball of light, what with those wide eyes and bright smile, I felt like my heart skipped a beat just from looking at him. I couldn’t help but notice how nicely he cleaned up. His hair was gelled and swooped back, accentuating a fresh looking undercut. The white button up certainly made him stand out against the room's darker colors. I sat down next to him, adjusting my own clothes out of habit.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I flashed a smile, shaking my head.

“Afraid not, I’m one of Atsumu’s friends.” I laughed nervously, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “He was telling me about how you trained for a while in Brazil and since that's where I’m from I wanted to ask you a few questions-if that’s alright with you…”

“No no no, of course it’s okay! I’m actually quite interested in your experience now!” He shifted to face me, accidentally bumping our knees.

Hinata pov.

They were gorgeous, beautiful even. The red sequins sparkled in the light everytime they moved. I didn’t notice how revealing it was until they sat down, the low cut complementing their build. I could tell they were nervous, but I couldn’t tell what for. I wasn’t one to talk though, my senses were on fire, leaving me a bit overwhelmed.

made me more anxious than I already was. I took another sip from my glass, hoping it’ll give me some liquid courage. I felt my throat burn with the aftertaste, making me scrunch my nose.

“So, you first, what do you wanna know?” I looked over at them, locking our gaze.

“Well, what made you choose Brazil in the first place?” I grinned, happy to answer.

“It honestly wasn’t my first choice, initially I had wanted to go to California so I could learn to play on the sand. But I got an offer from a trainer who said he was based in Rio. Next thing I know I’m boarding a plane with nothing but a backpack and my passport!” I explained, chuckling at the memory.

“Woah, that’s so cool! You must’ve had so many offers from professionals who wanted to train right?” Their eyes shone with curiosity. I don’t think they did it on purpose but they got a bit closer, leaning in like it was an interrogation. I rubbed the back of my neck, gulping nervously.

“Well-not really, I didn’t have too many but I was grateful for the ones I did receive. I think one of my favorite things about my training there was how much time I was able to spend outside. The sun there is just so much more intense, it's honestly insane. I did get heat stroke during the first few days though. That was not fun.” I glanced to the side, trying to calm my sudden spike in nerves.

“I’m sure, did you get any sunburns?” They tilted her head, smiling. I nodded, humming and swirling my glass to make a whirlpool effect.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” She didn’t respond after that, instead she looked away. I couldn’t help but stare, admiring the stray hairs that refused to be pinned down. The way the gloss made her lips shine. I had to tear away my gaze before she caught me, but I couldn’t bring myself to. It felt like I was trapped, almost in a trance. It felt like a while had passed before she finally spoke up, turning back to me.

“Do you wanna dance or are you just gonna stare...?” I could feel my face warm up from being caught.

“I- sure…” She smiled, standing up and holding out a hand. I took it and pulled myself up, letting her guide me to the dance floor. I downed the rest of my drink while she led, hoping it would take the edge off. I blinked a few times, not expecting it to be that strong. I set the glass on a staff tray as we passed, not needing it anymore.

She ended up taking me through a couple different rooms before she found one she was satisfied with, if I didn’t know any better I would assume the house was just one giant maze. I couldn’t see much from where we were in the crowd but it was definitely hotter. The lights would alternate between blue, green, and red; similar to the lighting you would find at a rave. The room itself was hot, the temperature definitely warmer than the one we talked in.

We were awkward at first, trying to loosen up was harder than it looked. Whether or not it was the alcohol kicking in or not, I felt bolder, finally able to let go.

(Y/N) pov.

As we danced it felt like the rest of the world melted away, leaving just the two of us. The music was loud, but not as loud as my heart beat thumping in my ear. It only seemed to get faster as time went on, the bass on the speakers making the floor shake. The ghost of his touch left me with goosebumps and a feeling I couldn’t quite shake. I closed my eyes and put my hands up, letting my body move on it's own. In hindsight, that might not have been the best idea, but we were both comfortable enough at this point. When I opened my eyes we were noticeably closer, hardly any space between us as we moved in sync. I smiled at him, his eyes shining back in what little light reached us.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was music, or maybe it was how I wanted to know what he felt like against me. I dunno how it happened, but there we were, skin to skin in the middle of the dance floor with his lips on mine.

I looped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I felt his hands drift lower on my waist. Our lips moved in sync as our bodies swayed, keeping with the tempo of the music that's just now starting to fade back in. Everything suddenly came to focus once I felt a cold slick down my back. I pulled away instantly, suddenly sober. I turned around, coming face to face with Atsumu while a disheveled Hinata stood behind me.

"You asshat, what was that for?!" The asshat in question laughed, swirling a clear glass filled with ice and what I had assumed was alcohol.

"Ya two were maken' a scene, if yer gonna kiss, do it in a bathroom or at least not in the middle of my floor!" Atsumu disclosed, smiling smugly and strutting off into the crowd. I turned back to the small ginger and smiled upon seeing his eyes quickly look up from where they were.

"You up for round two?" I ventured carefully. He grinned and grabbed my hand, nimbly leading me as we bobbed and weaved our way back through the dance floor, headed toward what I could only guess was one of the bathrooms.

I stared at myself in the mirror, smoothing out my clothes as if I wasn't just on my knees. Hinata watched as I fixed myself, slightly dizzy. I grinned, eyeing him as he sat, legs still spread from where I had been not five minutes ago. I hesitated before asking him a question as he fixed his hair.

"You got a pen?" He looked at me quizzically before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a green ink joy pen. "Hand please~" I took his wrist and turned it over, writing my number on it in thick green ink. He took it back and read the numbers, mumbling them under his breath.

"What's this for…?" He asked, tilting his head. I couldn't help but giggle at his stupidity.

"It's my number idiot, call me if you're ever back in Brazil. That way we can do this again sometime…" I ruffled his hair before unlocking the door and stepping through. "Maybe then you'll get a real welcome~"

#haikyuu!!#hinata x reader #hinata shoyo #haikyuu x reader #oneshot #haikyuu hinata #hinata imagine

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svt-junhwan · 4 years ago

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junhwan’s hair through the eras |

adore u |

his hair was naturally brown & always on his forehead

there was not a speck of forehead to be seen

try your hardest but you will not find a single picture of junhwan from ‘adore u’ era where his hair is even slightly parted off his forehead

why? who knows

mansae |

junhwan’s hair remained the same, natural color for ‘mansae’

but for the first time his forehead was revealed!!!

hwan’s forehead became this big joke within the fandom because there’s a ‘inside seventeen’ clip of hwan just getting relentlessly teased by the other members for performing for the first time w/o his forehead covered lol

pretty u |

hwan died his hair for the first time for ‘pretty u’!!

it was only a light brown, nothing crazy but still a change

still mostly just simple straight hairstyles w/ the occasional part

very nice |

and then we went in the opposite direction and went from light brown to black for ‘very nice’

black haired junhwan really got fans feeling some type of way

a lot of people outside of fans started noticing junhwan(’s visuals) during this era

also junhwan went viral because of a six second clip of him in the back of a dance practice behind w/ messy hair

carats were LIVING for messy hair junhwan

boomboom |

‘boomboom’ was the era of headbands

there was a lot of matching stage outfits for ‘boomboom’ so i guess the stylists were like “gotta make pretty boy stand out somehow”

and thus: headbands

he actually found that he quite enjoys headbands bc they keep his hair off his face so it’s a win-win

this was the first time junhwan consistently had hairstyles more interesting than a fashionable bowl cut

fans LOVED the textures and the quiffs

don’t wanna cry, clap, thanks |

tbh the black hair lasted a long time

the headbands went away after ‘boomboom’ & it was back to basically just ‘very nice’ hair for a really long time

messy hair junhwan made a comeback only this time it was onstage

there was very little color variation

sometimes his hair would be more dark brown than black but that was about it

every comeback carats were hyping up & hoping for a fun new hair color

but every time it was just black & carats were left to just 🤡🤡🤡

oh my!, home |

and then finally!

after nearly two years of the same black-blackish brown hair

finally there was something

SOMETHING

still nothing extraordinary, not even a color we hadn’t seen before

but light brown is something so we’ll take it; beggars can’t be choosers

carats got really really scared that light brown was going to stick around for a long long time like the black did when it didn’t change for ‘home’

but boy oh boy were they wrong

hit |

finally some fucking FLAVOR

‘junhwan long hair’ started trending on twitter the SECOND his teaser photos dropped

(tbh it wasn’t that long, it didn’t even touch his shoulders it was just kind of chilling @ a barely-able-to-be-man bun-ed length)

carats went feral you don’t even understand

plenty of people knew junhwan but during ‘hit’ he had so many non-carats swerving to his lane

the power this man no NO not yet boy holds

there were so many new carats after ‘hit’ strictly because they saw junhwan and went “pretty long haired boy = must stan”

fear |

it got WORSE (better?)

meaning hwan’s hair got longer, the hairstyles got bolder, & he MADE IT WORK

he pulled in even more fans just by being gorgeous (& tall because if we’re being honest half the kpop community has a size kink i mean what-)

left & right, home;run |

‘left & right’ was a combination of ‘hit’ and ‘fear’

his hairstyles weren’t as striking as ‘fear’s but were more fun than ‘hit’s

he typically just had his hair down or pulled back in a ponytail or up in a bun

however there was a stage where he had space buns

he started trending on twitter for that performance

it was just *chef’s kisses*

& for ‘home;run’, the hairstyles have been a lot simpler to keep w/ the retro styling for the era

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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Starting Over Chapter 8

“How long does this dish usually take?” Bucky was glancing over my shoulder, under the open lid as I gave the contents a stir. He wasn’t being as careful as he had been, and his body was pressed against me, creating a slight malfunction in my brain functions.

“Um,” I closed my eyes and swallowed down a rush of hunger for more than chicken and dumplings. Think, Brooke, think. “Around a half an hour, I think.” It had been a long time since I’d helped my mom make it.

He hummed his understanding, his right hand moving to my waist. “The timer is still in the living room.” I nodded. “Let’s go set it.” His lips found the soft spot just behind my ear and I was thinking for a guy who hadn’t seen this type of action for over 80 years he had a great memory for the mechanics. Pulling me away from the stove, we were back in my living room and he picked up the little plastic owl and set it for thirty minutes.

“Now,” I bit my lip when he turned to face me. “What should we do for a half an hour?”

“WWSD?” I asked and he squinted at me. “What Would Steve Do?” He shook his head and reached for me. “What?” I teased, as he sat back in my seat on the sofa and pulled me down onto his lap. “Surely Steve wouldn’t do THIS.” My legs went on either side of his as naturally as anything and then his hands were carefully framing my face, our lips met and I stopped teasing, and stopped thinking about Steve Rogers. Captain America who?

My hands finally made up their minds, sliding into his hair to hold him tight and I sighed as his left hand, cooler than his right, slid down my back and teased at the skin that was bared as my shirt rose slightly from my position on his lap. I smiled into the kiss when he nipped at my bottom lip, happy that Bucky wasn’t going to be timid, and when our mouths broke free this time he was breathless, not as badly as me, but at least I knew he was affected. And it wasn’t only to get air this time.

Once Bucky got started, he was a man on a mission. His lips sliding along my jaw, teasing as he kissed, telling me how much he loved how I tasted and how much he wanted to taste more of me. He’d just found my pulse, which was pounding so hard I was almost certain that my neighbors could hear it, when the timer went off. He growled and I groaned.

I was panting, and he was still against my neck, holding me tight. Could he feel my pulse through my entire body? Because I sure as fuck felt like I could. I felt him swallow rather than heard it, and then a soft kiss, softer than we’d worked up to, and Bucky worked his way back to my mouth and face. A long, slow kiss - as if he NEEDED one more before he could let me go and then he pulled back to look into my eyes.

He brushed my hair out of my face, smiling at me. “Think dinner’s ready?” I chuckled, breathless.

“Probably,” I hoped I could stand up without falling over. I was throbbing it seemed, with need. Bucky was still holding me, his hands on my waist. “We should get up and check.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, but didn’t move. “If I wasn’t completely opposed to a visit from the fire department -” that got a real laugh from me.

“That would be a pretty horrible way to end an evening, Buck.” I got up off of his lap carefully and held out my hand. “Come on, let’s go see if I didn’t ruin dinner.”

He took my hand, but didn’t actually use it to get up, because that would be ridiculous. Instead, he linked our fingers and walked with me to the kitchen. “Not possible,” he shook his head with complete confidence in my cooking abilities. “Besides, we can always order in and kill the time until it gets here -” another twist of need hit me at the very idea and I almost hoped that dinner WAS ruined.

Dinner wasn’t ruined. In fact it was just as tasty as when Mom had made it. Bucky ate seconds, then thirds. We told stories about our families, and our friends. The times before, long before in his case, the Snap, and we got to know one another a little more.

“You ended up riding home in a freezer truck?” I was staring at him like he was crazy, because I was kind of thinking he might be. “Because of a girl?”

“She was cute,” he winked at me. “Delores.” He nodded as if the memory was a fun and normal one, which for a man his age, it might be.

“Wanna look her up?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and sitting back. “I mean, she might still be available.”

Bucky licked his bottom lip after he took a drink and I was distracted for a moment. “Your eyes are green, Brooke, but jealousy isn’t a great look.” His teeth flashed and I tossed a napkin at him.

“I’m not jealous, I'm just not one to stand in the way of true love.” I stood up to gather up our dirty dishes so I could load the dishwasher. “I mean, any guy who’s willing to ride home in a freezer truck because he spent all his money trying to win a girl a silly bear, that sounds special.” I had my back to him and I should have remembered that he moved like smoke, but I was new to life around Bucky Barnes.

When I stood up from putting the dishes in the machine, he was there, pressed against my back, his hands sliding down my arms and I forgot what the hell I was teasing him about. “Dot’s dead, or she’s close to it.” The heat of his breath against my earlobe had me wishing for a drink, of what I wasn’t sure, but something to quench my thirst. “I want to kiss you again.” I nodded, that sounded fair.

I turned and our lips met, like magnets, and I sighed. That did it. That was what I was so thirsty for, the taste of him. I was off my feet and in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist and he had my back against the nearest wall. We were both smiling as the kiss deepened, his fingers growing bolder, teasing under the hem of my shirt, and mine tugging at his even as my legs worked against my progress.

It wasn’t fair, I realized, as Bucky’s hand rose higher, finding more of my skin to touch and tempt, and I was still running into problems with getting his skin bare.

“Do you need some help?” He murmured, pulling away as I groaned, fisting his shirt. My gaze met his and even as his fingers were teasing at the bottom curve of my bra covered breast, his eyes were twinkling with amusement.

Instead of my normal reaction, I kissed him, slower and more sensuously then he was expecting. His fingers stopped teasing my skin, and I unwrapped my legs from his waist and slid down the wall, forcing him to lean down to follow my mouth. Without my own damn trap, I pulled his shirt free, and slipped my fingers under the fabric, finally touching HIS skin. He sighed into my kiss and I swallowed it, fed it back, and let my fingers run a path higher.

Bucky was sharp ridges, and warmth. He pulled away from my mouth so he could stare into my eyes as my fingertips ran along his chest, under his shirt, skin on skin. Somehow more intimate than being completely bare before one another. When I reached his shoulders, running over both cliffs, his mouth met mine again, hands pulling me to him, holding me tight, while my hands were trapped under his shirt.

The next time we pulled apart, not far enough to really count, we were both breathing less than easily. “I -” Bucky was looking down at me like he was looking at something incredibly precious, and I felt incredibly precious because of it. “I have to go.” I knew he was thinking I wasn’t going to take it well, but he didn’t know about my nightmares, so -

“I thought you might,” I bit my lip and watched his gaze follow the movement. “I guess I can’t convince you that my guest room is a good alternative to the walk back to your apartment again, can I?”

He shook his head, his thumb finding its home brushing under my eye. “No, not yet.” I nodded. “I -” he was working out whether he wanted to tell me something, I was getting good at knowing the signs. “I have problems sleeping.”

I huffed out a breath. “Oh,” my thoughts went to the flashes that were waiting for me when I finally went to bed. “Yeah, I can understand that.” Bucky was studying me, scrutinizing actually. “Brooke?” I swallowed and waited. “Are you having problems -”

“I think anyone who went through what we did, the Snapped, I mean, have some residual side effects, Buck.” I shrugged him off.

He was looking at me like he wasn’t quite buying my bullshit, which was pretty apt, since I didn’t buy my bullshit either. “You said you tried group therapy?” Shit, me and my big fucking mouth.

I pulled away and unwound myself from his shirt. “Yeah, the ‘regular’ people all got shoved into it, right after.” I moved to the stove to put the leftovers in Tupperware. “Do you want to take some of this with you? It’s not bad for breakfast - well lunch?”

“Brooke?” I sighed. “Come on, I told you about mine.” He had, and to be fair, his was arguably more fucked up.

I turned to face him, and of course he was closer than I expected. “Don’t make me put a bell on you, Bucky Barnes.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes. “I went to group therapy,” I took a deep breath and took a great interest in my socks. “Everyone wanted to talk about how great it was to be back, even though they all didn’t realize they were gone.” Weirdest shit that I’d ever heard. “We all look the SAME, Bucky. Exactly the same as the day we poofed. And everyone who didn’t looks different.” Or they’re gone, like Mom and Dad. “I sat there, listening to thirty people talk about the Utopia of coming home, but no one talked about where we were. And I realized no one knew where we were, no one saw or felt anything when they were gone.”

“Because we were gone, Brooke,” Bucky was waiting, his gaze just locked and loaded when I looked up. “Just gone.”

“No,” I shook my head. “We were SOMEWHERE, Bucky, because I remember parts of it.” He was staring at me and I sighed. “OK, that’s a stretch, I have nightmares. Or, maybe that’s not the right word either. I have flashes. Colors that I can’t name, then these horrible feelings. Impressions of pain and suffering and terror. And I wake up gasping and screaming every single day.” My eyes were burning and I felt like I unloaded the worst secret that I’d ever had.

Instead of calling me crazy and running away, Bucky pulled me to him and held me while I cried. And I wasn’t entirely sure why I was crying, if it was because I finally told someone, or if I was finally grieving the loss of my family and my life from before, but he held me and told me that he was there that I wasn’t alone. Not now.

#bucky barnes/oc #the falcon and the winter soldier #alternate universe #slow burn #fluff #humor #angst

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snarwor · 4 years ago

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moon and old stars - chapter 2

Wooooo Chapter 2~ Enjoy some Din/Boba blowjobbery. AO3 link at the bottom so you can stay notified of updates. Link to Chapter 1 here

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Slave I wasn’t outfitted with the sonic shower the Razor Crest had. Fett kept a rather complicated-looking water shower on board, which had Din staring at it for several minutes in furrowed-brow confusion before he caught his expression in the mirror.

He hadn’t ever seen his face that red in his life. His eyes were puffy and bright, and his mouth stained a dark red with how hard he’d been trying to keep his sobs in, and if not in, silent. The right side of his face was creased, and matched the weave of Fett’s trousers. Kriff. His eyes flashed down to the floor again and he got into the shower.

As soon as the water hit his back, he had to bite down on his fist to keep from moaning at the perfect water pressure and heat. Fett may have bummed it on Tattooine for years, but he certainly didn’t bum it on Slave I. Din could count on one hand the number of times he’d taken a water shower, and three of those times were freezing cold and pathetic. He wanted nothing more than to stay in this shower forever, but the galaxy was waiting out there, as was the kid.

A frown came over his face, and he felt the initial joy of the shower pass from him. He washed his hair with too-rough hands, letting the uneven locks fall into his eyes as he tried to get a grip on reality again. He’d just asked for a reprieve from all this, and he hadn’t even gotten off.

It was strange to think about, actually. He had gone in expecting nothing, then expecting sex, and now...his body had never felt like this before. He was all at once jittery and fatigued, and he couldn’t make sense of it.

Well. It’s not like he couldn’t take care of himself. He had been doing just that for decades, now. Before he could think twice on it, he wrapped his hand around his prick and gave a slow tug. He couldn’t help his mind drifting back to the moments before. Kriff, his knees were still a little red from how long he’d been kneeling. That sense of powerlessness, the submission that came from the act, Din had never thought he would be the kind of man to do that willingly.

He’d practically begged Fett to do it.

The thought of actually begging the stoic man for anything made his dick twitch in his hand, and he gave a small gasp. The fantasy unfolded itself like a many-paged text. Sensations, phantom now, of the heat beneath his cheek and the hand atop his head, came back to him in a flurry of feeling, each one more powerful than the last. Within a minute, he was tugging at himself in earnest, keeping his breathing steady even as his mind spiraled out of control.

“You were very good for me.”

The praise, flooding his chest now, was the tipping point, and he felt the skin on his lip give way to his teeth, the taste of blood spilling across his tongue as he spilled in his hand, silent and controlled.

He blinked his eyes again, and things were clear once more.

Kriff.

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Dressed and securely strapped in his beskar, Din was only a little jittery. He retreated to eat by himself, instead of with the others. That’s twice in a day he’s had to take his helmet off, prompted by little more than his body’s needs.

He also felt all of their eyes on him, like they knew what he’d done. Din ate as fast as he could and returned, comfortable back behind the helmet once more. The four-man crew geared the ship up for travel, and he did what he could. He could hardly look at Fett as it was.

Fett wasn’t having any of that.

Within the first three minutes that they had reached lightspeed, Din was being dragged by the back of his helmet back to the berthing he was avoiding thinking of. He made a surprised noise. Fennec and Cara didn’t look surprised. When the door sssnicked shut behind them, he was tossed back onto the bed with a bounce. Unarmed, and in close quarters, Din’s heartrate started ratcheting up. Fett stood before the hatch, arms crossed.

“Was that necessary?” Din shouted.

“If you are going to continue acting like a shamed, shy child, then I shall treat you like it.”

Din gawked from beneath the helmet. He wished he had a telemetry scanner for what the kriff to do in this situation. There was no such thing. “I was not acting—”

“You are practically shouting your shame. What was it I told you about being in here.”

“You are not of a Creed you can disappoint while in here. The only truth is that you are mine.”

He made a soft noise and tried to sit up, but quick as a flash, Fett had his hand pressed against the middle of Din’s armor, looming over him. The weight itself stilled Din’s struggling movements. He was still breathing hard, and his chin hurt a little from the helmet’s chafing as he was dragged.

“Will you tell me why you feel shame?”

“We’re Mandalorians. You should know why.” His voice almost didn’t pick up on the vocoder, it was so soft.

“You needed something, I provided. There is no shame in needing help. Mandalorians often work together.”

“In the old times, perhaps. Not when there’s so little of us that the hunted Jedi outnumber us.”

Fett’s face took a considering twist to it. “Then think not of yourself as a Mandalorian. Not in here, and not with me. What we do in here should not be colored any different in your mind when you are somewhere else to think of it.”

“What?” Not as a Mandalorian? Was he insane?

“I know you heard me the first time.”

“We shouldn’t have ever done this,” Din said, shifting a little on the bed. It’d been so long since he’d had something soft beneath him, and the hard body above him played nicely against that comfort.

“Why?”

“It’s—”

“Shameful?” Fett said, quirking an eyebrow upward. Din knew the objection was weak. “Plenty of Mandalorians have indulged and continue to indulge in their fantasies and the very human needs of their bodies. In fact, you did in the ‘fresher a few hours ago. Yet you’re ashamed of wanting this, wanting me.”

Din could not say a single thing. It was like Fett had taken the words out of his mind. He swallowed roughly. “What am I supposed to do?” he said, at long last.

“In here, as I say. Would you like it to continue past the door?”

Din shook his head. “N-not with the others around.” A tension eased in his chest that he hadn’t noticed was there. He had acknowledged that what had happened, had happened, and had helped gain him some clarity, even if just for a few hours. Kriff, he’s going to need to be on his game for when they got to Gideon’s cruiser.

Fett only nodded. “We will be in hyperspace for awhile yet. They will alert us if something needs my attention. For now, you need my attention.”

He spoke with weight and truth behind his words, and Din’s face burned at the feeling.

“Do you wish to stay? You know my rules and the conditions for if you say yes.”

Din thought it over in his head. He would not be met with shame nor judgment from Fett, not in here. It was a good deal, and no one need know.

So he nodded.

And took off his helmet.

Fett helped set the rest of the armor aside, until he was back to the clothes he was wearing when he’d kneeled before. Din remained reclined on the bed, unsure of what to do next. He looked to Fett for guidance, and was given it.

“Have you ever sucked cock?” Fett asked. At Din’s sputtered mess of a response, that eyebrow quirked up again. He didn’t follow it up with any other questions regarding Din’s experience (or lack thereof). “Would you like to learn?”

The way he phrased it. Din’s mouth watered at the thought, and his eyes flicked to the fly on Fett’s trousers. He nodded again, mute with desire.

Fett simply climbed onto his bed, leaning against the far bulkhead, and took himself out. Din almost hid from the sight, but was urged forward by a hand on his head, guiding, leading, protecting.

Teaching.

Eyes wide, Din let himself be led between Fett’s legs, and he rested up on his elbows to put himself above the task at hand.

“Use just your tongue, for now.” Fett’s hand pressed down a little, leaving Din with the option to follow orders or deflect his path to the side if he’d changed his mind. His tongue, pink and a little nervous, poked out past his lips to lick at the skin just under the fat head.

He tasted of skin and slightly of sweat, but it was obvious Fett bathed often, and had the means to do so. He licked again, bolder now, and the difference in texture from the underside of Fett’s cockhead and the rest of his length made Din’s mind buzz in excitement.

“There you go. Jate, jate.” Stars, he was speaking Mando’a. Din’s entire soul stood up at attention.

“Oh, kriff,” he whimpered, his lips catching against Fett’s prick in a facsimile of a kiss. His eager body followed the notion, pressing a kiss to the underside of the head and pressing his tongue experimentally along the thick vein. He could feel Fett’s pulse through this.

“You want to be good for me, ad’ika?” Din’s head swirled with want. He must have gone cross-eyed. He nodded, the slightly-damp head smearing over his cheek a little. Curious, Din leaned down and licked against the slit, and pulled back a little at the taste. He went in again, taking another lick, following with his lips. He hadn’t even kissed the man, and he was kissing at his prick like a priest at an altar. “That’s it. Go ahead and suck on just the tip for me. Keep using your tongue. Don’t wanna use your teeth for this.”

It seemed like common sense, but Din almost jolted at the thought that he would try and do anything like that to him. Brown eyes flicked up to Fett’s, and he nodded his understanding. Din pressed another sloppy kiss to the head, bobbing in a rhythm that soothed him dizzyingly fast. Another whimper left the back of his throat, and the hand on his head scritched at his scalp with care. He’d been rough with himself in the ‘fresher, earlier. This gentleness was nothing he’d ever felt before.

“Go on, go a little deeper. Not too much. Just a little—good, so good for me.”

Din was eager to please him, all the troubles and worries which had plagued him now far, far away. The soft, deep voice spurred him on faster and deeper. The hand in his hair pulled a little, not in scolding, but reminding him to ease up.

“Not a race, little one.”

Din shivered, and he practically gasped around Fett’s cock.

“No one’s ever treated you like this before, have they? What a shame. You look so beautiful like this, just for me, just mine.”

“Yours,” Din gasped, a little slurred with the dick in his mouth.

“Go ahead and put your hand where mine is. Just to keep it steady.” Din brought his shaking hand up to where Fett’s scarred one was wrapped in a loose hold around the base. He never considered his hands to be slender or graceful, but Fett’s description of him, little one, was certainly true when comparing the two of them. Din held onto him, and had to scoot up a little more, his unoccupied hand planting itself in the sheets beside Fett’s hip before pulling back. Fett arranged him how he wanted, all his limbs curled in the circle of his bowed legs. A sense of calm and safety came over him, and he shivered again, feeling himself harden in his trousers.

“I—” Din looked up, a question in his eyes. “Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing so well for me, little one. I promise. Just keep doing what feels good. You have good instincts. Show them off for me.”

Din set to work.

He knew it’d be a stretch if he took any more in his mouth, and felt comfortable just suckling at the tip, getting that strange taste right from the source. Almost on its own, his hand started to stroke at the base, just little squeezes and pulls which in turn pulled a low, pleased noise out of Fett.

Without pulling off, Din looked up at him. The hand on his head was now petting him, a gentle affection that matched the open-mouthed expression on Fett’s face. He licked at the underside of Fett’s cock, just letting his tongue catch on the edge of the crown as he went. His tongue was going to be tired from this, he knew. It was worth it to see the expression change from awe to tight and twisted in pleasure.

Then Din pushed himself down deeper. His lips stretched, but the punched-out noise Fett made had him doing it again and again, bobbing his head eagerly, wanting more, taking more until he gagged, sputtering a little. He sat back, eyes flicking back up to see if he’d done something wrong. Fett let out a shuddering breath. “Happens,” Fett said between pants. “You’re still doing very good for me, ad’ika. Go on, try again.”

“Yes, d—” Din froze up all over, and swallowed nervously, mute once more.

“That happens too. Call me what you like, I promise I won’t mind. Say it for me. Try it out loud.”

“It was just an—”

“I don’t think I was asking.” Fett’s fingers twisted in his hair, curled wildly from not getting to dry just right.

“Yes...daddy.” Now Din felt that same punch to the gut, pleasure and some white-hot, twisting, bladed contentment pulsing through his veins. He pressed his face into the patch of bare skin showing at the top of Fett’s thigh, and the hand on his head moved to the back of his neck.

A soft squeeze. “Very good, my boy.”

Tears sprung to Din’s eyes again, and he looked up. He must have been a pitiful sight, but in Fett’s eyes, his submission and humility were beautiful, almost incandescent and radiant on its own.

Din’s cheeks were a ruddy red, and his lips slightly swollen from so much work with his mouth.

“That’s my good boy,” Fett said again. “You wanna keep going for Daddy?”

“Yes, please,” Din rasped, almost bowing his head, before a finger lifted his face by the chin.

“You’ve been very good for me. Why don’t you come up here and get your reward?”

Part 3 here

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minetteenfers · 4 years ago

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Is There Any Life On Mars?

Warning: Suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety, hurt and comfort ahead

Marinette sat in her bedroom with her head in her hands and her sketchbook open. Deep lines of blue ink raked across the page in a haphazard. Some of the lines cut deep through the pages like she had poured her anger and sadness into each gouge and cut. Tears coated the pages in places and she was so tired, exhausted, and her legs didn’t want to work. Her soul was heavy and her heart ached. Her faded blue eyes burned from hours of crying. She had no one. No one wanted to be her friend anymore, since Lila spilled the rumors about her. She didn’t feel good enough at her so-called talents. Didn’t have the motivation to try anymore.

She breathed in a shaky breath that rattled before silently crying again. She just wanted to end it, wanted the pain in her chest to stop. Wanted the claws around her throat to stop gripping it and making it so hard to breathe in one breath of fresh air. Her parents were upset at her, the school was upset at her, her friends hated her, and Adrien was with Kagami. Nothing mattered to her anymore. Nothing.

And one mistake landed Ladybug to be seen as a disappointment. She flung her head down into her folded arms and burst into silent tears again, unaware that she had more to give after hours of torment. Her stomach flipped as the tears stained her arms. She could just end it all. She could move away where everyone would love her. Where she could make new friends and maybe her old friends would love her again if she was successful. If she just sold everything and made a new life for herself. If she made up a new identity and dyed her hair. If she wore bolder fashion choices and was more outgoing. If she just tried a little harder to be like everyone else.

She gripped her hair and slammed her elbows down on her desk. The negative thoughts plagued her mind and kept doing circles. She was scared. Scared that she would end it right here and right now.

Marinette peered up at her ceiling with trembling lips, raking her hands down her face and gripping her forearms to dig her nails into her soft flesh. She wanted out. Wanted out of her life and body. Wanted to be loved like Adrien did Kagami. She wanted to be her. Wanted someone to accept her for being herself and at this point, she doubted that anyone ever would.

A light tapping on her skylight made her perk up. She quickly rubbed the tears away and sniffed, standing up and going to hide when she heard the small trap door opening.

“Princess?” A familiar voice called out and she panted beneath her desk with her knees to her chest. “Are you in here? Sorry to drop in, I was just- I heard that some people were worried about you.”

“ No one is worried about me .” Her voice came out groggy and weak.

“Well…” Chat leaped down and crouched down to smile at her. “I’m worried about you.”

“Why?” She kept her face buried in her folded arms. “Why do you care? I’m a liar and- and I screwed up.”

“You didn’t screw up, Marinette. And you’re not a liar.” Chat sighed and sat down on the floor with his legs criss-crossed.

“You don’t know that. You hang out with Ladybug, who screwed up, and now the world hates her too.” Marinette burst out into tears and flung her hand up, cursing when she smacked it against the underside of her desk. “Ow.”

“Well, I think I know you a bit and you are the most honest person I know.” Chat shrugged and gripped his shin. “Hey, want to vent about it? I won’t tell anyone. Scouts honor.” He gestured to solidify it and his ears went back when he noticed she didn’t giggle like she used to. “I’m sorry, Princess. Talk to me.” He leaned forward to crawl closer, poking her shoulder. “Please? I don’t like to see you so upset.” He purred and nudged her shoulder with his head. “Please?”

She shoved him slightly, “Would you stop being such a cat?”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” Chat curled up beside her and peered up at her.

“I- Lila told the school that I was a liar and that I had done all of these horrible things. Like I had pushed her in the hallway and threatened her in the bathroom. That I had told her horrible things that I didn’t say. And- and instead of my best friends taking my side-” Marinette burst into tears and spoke with her hands. “-they believed her over me. BUT SHE’S THE LIAR! Not me.” Marinette poked her chest with her fingers. “-I got in trouble with the school and in turn my parents. And then- then I find out that the love of my life is dating this girl that has threatened me. I- my heart can’t take it. I’m tired. So tired. I can’t draw. I’m uninspired and all I wanna do is sit and cry. I’m empty and sad. I’m worthless. I-” She peered up at Chat with swollen red eyes and trembling lips. “-Tell me, is there any life on Mars?”

Chat stared at her with a sad expression, and she burst out with an irritated sound. “I could move away and make a new life for myself. I could change my hair color and name. I could get new friends! I could just end it all and no one would care. No one would care if I just disappeared. ”

Chat’s eyes widened at her last comment and he suddenly was up and yanking her into his lap. He held her and ran his fingers through her hair. “Never say that. Never tell me those words. You are Marinette Dupain-Cheng, amazing designer, and my close friend. You are not worthless or a liar and a whole… bunch of people would care if you were gone. Me included.”

“ I need help .” Marinette weakly admitted that she needed to see a therapist. She needed someone to save her from herself and she hated to admit that. She peered up at him with dark rings beneath her eyes. “ Help me .”

Chat Noir nodded and lifted her, taking her out the trap door and across Paris to a place that he knew would help her. She would be lying if she wasn’t scared of the bold name outside of the therapy building that seemed to try to promote hope. She'd be lying if she wasn’t afraid of what it meant to make an appointment there. That it would solidify the fact that she really was insane and needed help. That she-

Her thoughts got distracted as a familiar soft, leather-coated, hand curled around hers. “It’s okay. It’s okay to need help. We all need it. I’ll get help too. Just not today. Tomorrow morning.” He kissed the top of her head and nodded for her to step forward towards the door.

Marinette’s hand slowly fell from his as she nervously walked towards the door. “I’m scared.” The words fell from her lips in a trembled whisper.

“I know, but you’re gonna be okay. You’re not just the most honest girl I know? You’re also the strongest. It’s all going to be okay and they’ll help you. The real trick is… you need to want help for it to work and I think you do.” Chat weakly smiled and watched her nod and leave inside.

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Marinette walked into group therapy, expecting it to be just as awkward as the day she first showed up. Her heart raced and her anxiety ran rampant. Thoughts spiraled again in her mind as she worried about everyone liking her. She thought they would all find her to be a liar anyway. She didn’t want to sit by anyone. She didn’t want to speak. She just wanted to leave and run away. She sighed and peered up from her shoes and froze in her spot. A familiar boy with golden hair sat in a chair and he seemed to perk up when he saw her.

She looked around herself, unsure of whether it was really her that he was talking to. I mean he was famous, he was Adrien Agreste, it could be anyone. She was wondering if she was dreaming. If this was even a reality.

He pat the chair beside him and she blushed, excusing herself through the circle of chairs to sit beside him.

She placed her hand between the chairs to grip the edge, a nervous tic she had picked up, as more people filed in. Adrien slowly took her hand into his and brushed his thumb along the back of her hand to calm her down.

He warmly smiled at her, catching her panicked gaze with his, and whispered words that she never thought would come out of the love of her life’s mouth. “Hey, Bugaboo. Is there any life on Mars?”

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