#will post pics when i finish the shirt itself

[gootube]

finally finished this beast of a linocut print...planning to improve its blotchiness and get a black shirt bleach tie-dyed to have a sick carmen shirt for myself

would anyone be interested in shirts 👀 (or just a regular paper print!)

[crimsonbubble]

Phantom Pleasures

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, ghostface yunho, switch yunho, brief cockwarming, edging, mask kink, bondage, nipple play, light degradation, praise, creampie, handjob, makeshift blindfold, size kink, manhandling *not proofread, just pure horny

[this may or may not be inspired by the pics yunho posted after being in a sauna…]

taglist (dm to be tagged); @sidusvenari @sugarnspice630 @ravenempress101 @autieofthevalley @linearities @wisejudgedragonhairdo @madiexuberant @mifuelarts @straytiny127 @yun-fangz @huen1ngk41 @juyeonshour @uniq-tastic @hongjng8 @miyaluvvsyou @everyonewooeverywhere @hongjoongtime117 @oddracha @kingbloopter @jay-0n3s @ane1o2 @koyagifs

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“Fuck- Did you have to tie them this tight, you whore?” Yunho’s voice was muffled from behind the mask, shaky as you tugged the pink robbins tighter around his wrists. Yunho shuddered as you glared at him, his head tilting back when you ground your hips on him. “Fuck, okay-!”

He had completely forgotten the small bet you made before he put the mask on. If he could hold still and not blow his load while you tied him up, you wouldn’t edge him. But you kept shifting and rocking your hips as you wrapped him in ribbons. You finished tying his wrists with a pretty bow, leaning back to admire your work on him. You’re now thankful you bought extra rolls of ribbon.

You grabbed a new roll, wrapping his torso to the chair itself. You leaned forward to wrap the ribbon around him, pressing your tits up against his hard chest. You peered over his shoulder with a neutral expression, periodically swivelling your hips on him. Yunho’s cock twitched inside you, his hands balling into fists as your wet cunt tightened around him.

Yunho felt like he was suffocating, strung high and tight on pleasure. His hips bucked up, making you hiss as he nudged his cock in that tiny bit further. You lifted yourself off of him, sitting back on his thighs. Yunho bit back a whine, his hips rutting uselessly into the air. “You call me the whore yet you’re the one acting like you don’t beg to stick your dick in me.” You scoff as you harshly tug at his bonds, tightening them across his chest.

His arms are pinned to his sides, his torso glued to the back of the chair. “Take the mask off, baby. Please, I need to see you properly.” Yunho’s cock throbbed pathetically against his stomach, his tip flushed a deep rose. You rest your arms over his shoulders, pressing your tits against his chest again, knowing that he can’t see that far down with the mask in the way. The ribbons are flimsy by themselves, but you’ve wrapped them around him tight enough that it’s hard to shuffle them anywhere.

Yunho whines again, his cock leaking pathetically against his shirt, staining it. You stared at his leaking cock then the ribbon, eyes fleeting between the two before an idea popped up. Yunho watched with fluttering eyes as you wrapped the ribbon around the base of his cock. He whines, his hips jolting as you secure yet another bow around him. He could hear you laugh softly, pressing your wet cunt against his throbbing cock. You rocked your hips slowly, letting his thick length slip through your folds. “Baby, please, you’re being mean-!”

You can hear the pout in his voice, his chest heaving with harsh breaths. You raise yourself on shaky knees, stroking his cock languidly before you lowered yourself on him. Yunho let out a shuttered gasp, revelling in the tight warmth of your slippery cunt. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you started bouncing. He can feel your tits press against him, his clenching and unclenching as you rode him. You huffed as you tore the mask off him, nearly coming as you saw how flushed he was. His cheeks, ears and neck were flushed, sweat beading along his hairline.

His eyes fluttered as he tried to hold your gaze, his cock pulsing as he hits your sweet spots. Your pussy grips him like a vice, sucking him in for more. His heart is hammering in his chest as he watches your tits bounce with your every movement. Yunho’s hips kick up, ramming his leaking tip into your sweet spot. Your cunt throbbed as you switched your bounces to deliberate grinds, knowing Yunho was on the brink of his orgasm. He whimpered softly, his cock aching as his orgasm ebbed away from him. “You’re being so unfair-!”

Your walls fluttered around his length, balling the fabric of his shirt into your hands and using it as leverage to split your pussy open on his cock. Curses fell from his lips as you fucked yourself on his thick cock. The noises would normally embarrass you but you couldn’t care less right now. The only thing on the forefront of your mind was fucking yourself stupid on your boyfriend's stupidly big cock. Yunho can only whimper and beg as you use him for your pleasure. “God- Please make me cum!”

His senses heightened as you untie the ribbon around his wrists, thanking yourself for tying some around his forearms. You tied the ribbon across his eyes with shaky hands, resuming your bounces as you felt more arousal drip out of you. Yunho’s hands immediately cup your tits, pinching and rolling your buds between his thumbs and forefingers. Your back arches as a pleasurable pain shoots through your core. Yunho’s cock throbs as you reach down to circle your fingers messily against your swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re squeezing so tight-!” His voice is shaky as he finally succumbs to his innate desires.

His load paints your walls in long ribbons, a flood of thick warmth as he comes undone. His hands fall awkwardly in his lap, more whimpers falling from his swollen lips as you chase after your high. He raises his shaky hands, ripping the blindfold off as his hips snap up to meet yours. He bites the ribbon around his forearms, undoing the remaining laces in rapid succession. Yunho’s eyes are dark and wild, like a hunter with his eye on the prize.

The ribbons around his chest fall loose, his body moving with sudden movements as he pins you to the floor. His hands pin your wrists above your head, his hips slamming into yours relentlessly. Your body jolts, trying to keep up with Yunho’s brutal pace. Your orgasm rips through you but Yunho doesn’t slow down or stop to get you through it. His hips are punishing, filling your messy cunt with his thick cock over and over, in and out.

His hips stop abruptly, making you whine as your second orgasm drifts away from you. “You’re in for it now, doll face.”

[howshouldibegin]

Soooo I'm still getting used to using a serger. I love it to pieces, best purchase, 1000/10 do recommend, it finishes seams so beautifully.

HOWEVER.

When I need to switch from serging to do, say, a cuff opening, where what would normally be in a seam, is opened up and finishes itself neatly, the transition between the two is not so pretty:

Raw edges, yuck. Don't like that.

I took some inspiration from @vinceaddams, in that I remembered he posted about a reinforcement at the vee of 18th century shirts, in particular the heart-shaped one seen in this post here: linky-link to the post

Look how cool this is!

So I hunted through my fabric stores to find something that would contrast nicely with my ace plaid fabric, and found some spacey fabric that worked.

Pinned and being basted into place:

Slip-stitched in place:

And finally what it looks like from the outside:

No more raw and fraying edge, doesn't show all that much when the sleeves are down, nice little peekaboo when my sleeves are rolled up; you can juuuuuuust barely see them in this pic:

Old solution to a modern problem. Thanks Vince! 🪡

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

@gothcsz was kind enough to tag me in this cute tag game and btw, run to see her fav things made by her and support her and her work, she’s such a brilliant writer! ♥️

And thanks to @arcanefox207 for tagging me as well! Check out her fics and gifs, I promise they’re so fucking good 🙌🏻♥️

Complimenting myself is the hardest thing I can do, I don't even know where to start. I don't think there's anyone more vehement than me in telling me how much I suck. Well, maybe my mom wins, but that's another story.

However, I will try to fight this state of mind. There are things that I have enjoyed writing and some mood board I love, I won't even venture to say they are good but there you go:

Fics:

• Perfect - because I wrote it at two in the morning crying, after listening to Omar Apollo's “Pedro” and “Glow”, it was one of the first things I posted here and apparently someone liked it thankfully. And it features a Curvy!reader which is very important to me.

• Shirt On - You know I have a soft spot for Sub!Joel and I'm glad I was able to even publish something like this.

• The right ones - I really liked writing this one. because it was my first attempt to write something with as neutral a reader as possible so that all menstruating people can identify.

• It feels like hope - With this one I had an incredible struggle because it never seemed good enough, it took me like 3 months to come down to terms with myself. Again, I'm my own biggest enemy.

• Slow - It came out in a frenzy and I love it.

• We all need someone - brought me a couple of recs that I still reread when I feel an unworthy crap typing things on a keyboard. Thank you very much to those who loved it.

• You know what I love? - I wrote it after getting very little sleep at night, it is probably far too cheesy but that is okay.

• Please - I'm very glad that I wrote this in a different way than I usually do, and I'm glad that I wrote something else that a lot of people can identify with.

•. You look like a fun place to sit, Give me more and Sensitive - Unexpectedly I'm very glad I wrote Frankie, it wasn't in my 2024 bingo card that he would become my most popular character but thank you really, I'm happy you liked him.

• Don't say a word if this word is not "please" - I wrote this one long before Gladiator 2 came out and I don't think it resembles anything that was written at the time. I'm glad I tried to do something different even though no one read it lol

• A Quiet Neighborhood - I'm glad I even had the guts to start a series, by the way, sorry I'm incredibly late in updating it but I'm trying to finish my fic for the Secret Santa and I've had a lot of work and very little time to write. I hope to have more time and focus from Thursday onward when I will at least have completed the deadlines for my second job. Thank for your patience and thanks for being so enthusiastic and supportive about it.

Mood boards:

I’m the absolute worst when it comes to Canva but I’m so proud I tried to make something and I have fun doing it.

• Be still, my foolish heart - this was my first mood board ever and I know it’s pretty lame but I love it 🥲

• Shirt On - I don’t know why but I love this mood board LOL

• It feels like hope - again, pretty bad but I love the dark vibe in it and I love that Joel pic so much

• Something Rotten - I think it was pretty on point with the fic lol I like it

• Waffles for breakfast- I don’t know, it looks cozy like the fic itself

• A good grade - I loved making this mood board and it looks pretty decent

• A quiet neighborhood - I don’t know, I think it encapsulates pretty well what I have in mind

• Forget the horror here - I just love it lol

Tag game:

I loved the Front Covers tag game and I loved how they turned out.

Special mention to this one that I made with an edit by @aurorawritestoescape I’m still so honored that you sent this to me thinking of my fic 🥰

Thank you to every single person who has supported me, reblogged and commented on the things I write, we know it's critical to getting views in this chaos that is Tumblr, if anyone reads me I owe it only to you, especially those who reblogged me from the beginning, you know who you are and I love you so much.

Again, I know I'm still a small account even though I have a lot more followers than I think I deserve and there’s so many people a lot more talented than me in this place but thank you for trying to convince me otherwise and for keeping me going, maybe one day I'll believe it too. You’re really truly fucking special and I hope you know ♥️

NPT: @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @baronessvonglitter @almostempty @cas-readsandwrites @probablyreadinsmut @thundermartini @joelmillerisapunk @mountainsandmayhem @penascigarette @evolnoomym @syd-djarin and whoever wants to do this consider yourself being tagged by me.

(Sorry if you’ve been tagged already, I’m the usual mess 😅)

[fleouriarts]

sketchbook dump :3 ive been drawing in here a maniacal amount

descriptions and such below

1-2: practicing drawing null with more catlike anatomy + smaller boobs, two hivemind requests, and then random doodles of ferret riley and jamie

3-4: trying to make santiago's character a little more interesting... he is kinda kabru dungeonmeshi core now. loves knowing about and getting into people's business. i also need to finish this post i was making about jamie and co's families but you can see his older brother (who is much shorter than him) in the corner

5: hivemind request i did for saturn :3 it's up by itself on my blog somewhere

6: usually when i'm drawing at a coffee shop ill try to do 2 pages so after i finished the aforementioned request i put down some furry bullshit. god i love graydon's long hair era so much

7-8: i got colored pens!!! specifically a 10 pack of tombow fudenosukes. like the pic says i will probably keep using black pens mostly but the option is nice to have. i am very proud of that riley in the GLORYYY! shirt

9-10: revamping furry ocs i made... 6 whole years ago jesus christ. i want to wait until i redraw a 2019 piece of them before i make a whole post about them, but the tiger with sunglasses is a fashion designer and the hyena, lion, and tiger cub are his kids. he also has a hyena husband but i didn't draw him here

11-12: NEW OC! this is andres she is a spotted genet that works at a cafe in the university library. i had been meaning to make a spotted genet oc, and i originally drew him months ago and forgot, but i decided to revisit her because 1) there is a beautiful bigender barista at the coffee shop i draw at so this is a shoutout to her and 2) i wanted to make a bald character who is also a heartthrob so i could feel better about going bald eventually LOL. also ferret riley is there i guess

[landinrris]

Ok since all of the other Norrix fics have been asked about and that's my #1 ship, I vote for "May 2024- Martin’s Birthday" :)

Ah this thing that was supposed to be finished like two and a half weeks ago and is suffering from missing-first-scene syndrome because I can't figure out how to start it (even though I know what I want the scene to be).

Anyway, this is supposed to be a small fic that revolves around Lando and Martin spending Martin's birthday together. Lando goes through the day with him, trying and failing to figure out what to post for him, and keeps coming up empty. He eventually posts those two stories- one accidentally and one on purpose.

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One of the best things about visiting Martin in Amsterdam is the quiet boat days through the canals. No one bothers them like this even if he’s sure plenty of people know what Martin’s boat looks like. The privacy never ceases to astound Lando even nearly two years in.

Today is no different save for the fact that Lando feels significantly less like death than he did last time he was on board. This time, he’s able to enjoy the nice breeze that comes off the water— gets to unapologetically watch the way Martin calmly steers the boat with one hand while his other rests along the edge behind him, fingers barely brushing the sleeve of Lando’s shirt.

It’s such bone-deep satisfaction made more so by how accomplished Lando feels and the fact that he gets to celebrate Martin’s birthday with him this year. Lando catches Martin’s eye and smiles, wishing he could lean closer to kiss him. All he trusts himself to do is tilt his head down in the direction of Martin’s hand as if to mentally lean into the touch.

“Should we get a picture?” Martin’s father asks in the lull of his mother updating everyone on an ongoing dispute with one of the neighbors. “I swiped the Polaroid from the living room.”

“Did you make sure it had film this time?” Laura asks from a few feet away, an allusion to something Lando doesn’t know the backstory of.

Her father throws her an unimpressed look. “I did, as it happens. Come closer so you can be in the shot.” He probably intends on gathering them around for an attempted selfie, but surely they deserve a family photo they can more easily post without worrying about too much information getting out.

“Here, let me take one for you all,” Lando offers. Predictably, he’s met with a chorus of protests, but Lando waves them off. “No, I insist. Get a family pic for the birthday boy.” He sees Martin roll his eyes at the mention of birthday boy but doesn’t pay it any mind.

It takes a little maneuvering to get them all situated, Martin’s mother taking Lando’s spot on his left while his sister and father are off to his right. They press in close to the center of the frame while Lando positions himself to take their photo. The sound of the shutter followed by the film being pushed through the rollers is satisfying. Maybe this should be what Lando takes up next.

He pulls the slide free from the rollers and presses it facing the bottom of the camera like Martin showed him once— when he’d laughed and said, “No, you don’t actually shake it, let me show you.” He hesitates on whether he should hand the camera back to Martin’s father or not.

His father does reach for the camera and photo but not to put it away. “Alright, your turn.”

Lando swears he almost falls where he’s standing, but he’ll blame it on another boat’s wake they rock through. “What?”

“Yes, your turn. Give them room, you two,” he motions to his daughter and wife. And then suddenly, there’s room next to Martin as there had been before. Only this time, Martin pulls him closer and settles his hand not on the wheel against the back of Lando’s neck. It makes Lando so incredibly warm inside, filled with an energy inappropriate for the time and place.

He can smell Martin’s cologne from this close and thinks about not moving away once the slide spits itself out of the camera. Martin doesn’t let him go either, content to let Lando relax against his shoulder while Martin’s father sits back down. They don’t say anything, but they don’t need to— the same thoughts are likely going through both of their minds.

A few minutes later, Martin’s father speaks up. “Oh, these came out lovely.” They pass the photos around, eventually getting to Martin and Lando.

It’s true, the photo of Martin and his family looks like a family should. Happy and pleased to be with each other to celebrate a birthday. The photo of Lando and Martin stops the breath in his lungs, but part of that might be because Lando’s not sure if he’ll ever get over explicitly couple-coded pictures of them together. Pictures where they aren’t going for an element of plausible deniability. One of Lando’s hands is resting out of frame on Martin’s thigh— decidedly not platonic.

“You were looking for a photo to post earlier, weren’t you?” Martin teases quietly, his head bent close to Lando’s.

Lando snorts quietly because yes, he had been trying to figure out a picture to post, but surely this was not going to be the winner if only because he hadn’t had coming out immediately after winning his first race (and on Martin’s birthday) on his Bingo card.

“Maybe I’ll save this one for the actual coming out if it ever happens, yeah?” Not that Lando ever necessarily wants to formally. But at the very least, it’s more open than he’s ready for people to see. People have seen enough of their relationship in the last month.

“That’s the post we’re joint-posing me and you kissing after the next win?”

“Yeah, we’ll save it for that one.”

Martin hums and turns to pull his phone from his pocket before taking a photo of each of the Polaroids even if he’ll likely only share one of them. He doesn’t keep it out for long enough to post— probably will once they’re back on land, but before he focuses his full attention back on the water, he leans closer to Lando and presses a kiss to his temple, so quick Lando thinks he hallucinates for a moment. The small and smug smile on Martin’s face is all that remains.

[aemiron-main]

oh im going insane

im finishing up an analysis that involves parallels that show owens likely being a father figure to henry & then i remembered. ‘peter’s school projects’. and THEN it hit me like a brick. so, i hadnt mentioned this yet but i have an analysis rn sitting in my drafts about how some of the unused costuming pieces in young henry’s wardrobe room remind me of vintage boys school uniform shirts & how the bts pics have henry wearing a pair of black leather shoes (which would be uniform code)  and just some other stuff and long story short i think there was a school uniform in his wardrobe. but it confused me bc like YES hawkins in the 50s could have had a school uniform but smthn still wasnt clicking bc why wouldnt they show him wearing the uniform during any of his hawkins scenes then?  but. if henry was living with owens and his wife......... in nevada... ruth, nevada..... a different school...... a uniform......... and the fact that nancy’s fake name at pennhurst is RUTH and the discussion about petey and summer camp happens at pennhurst.... ‘peter/petey’ and ‘ruth’ tied together AGAIN.  and owens. owens is tied to the theme of bullying because he gets angela’s charges against el dropped.  long story short i think there’s a chance henry went to school in ruth and was living with owens and got bullied at school (bc yknow. outcast weird kid) and that’s why owens is tied to the bullying imagery w angela.  ‘peter’s school projects’ -> whenever we see henry drawing in the creel house, save for the one scene in victor’s flashback where henry’s sitting at the couch, henry is drawing in his school binder, with school supplies, on lined paper, and one of his school binders even has some words written on the side of it that i need to go back and look at.  and its been stumping me like. we KNOW henry made it to the lab right after the creel murders. so when would he be at owens’ house. but then it hit me. that other analysis im working on. it also talks about henry very very likely escaping from the lab at some point and being brought back. if henry escaped. and was taken in by owens. and then the lab eventually located henry again/brenner realized henry was with owens.... this would explain why we dont see owens at the lab at all in 1979 & why he doesnt come back to the lab until s2,  until after brenner’s ‘death’ in s1. because he would have double-crossed brenner. and brenner wouldn’t have wanted him influencing henry/helping him escape again.  and there’s those mike and owens parallels i need to make a writeup on.... mike, who took in a child who escaped from the lab. owens, who likely did the same thing. mike, who dressed el up to take her to the school. owens, sending henry to school in a uniform.  this post is like. half coherent i promise i have actual evidence LMAO im gonna go work on the writeup about it bc. hm

especially considering the costuming parallels between owens vs victor creel.. both of them being father figures to henry...  smthn smthn owens-obi wan parallels (which is an analysis in and of itself) smthn smthn ‘my allegiance lies to the republic, anakin- to democracy’ smthn smthn that but its owens with the lab smthn smthn brenner either finding henry or owens GIVING henry back to the lab after some sort of incident... which is inch resting when we think about the idea of henry being bullied & how el hit angela and gave her an injury just like the one that brenner got from henry in 1979... henry using his powers against one of the kids bullying him..........  AND OK INSANE ERA TIME 

This is said to OWENS, at OWENS’ house. and henry was the attacker so henry = ghost.  why is this relevant? well. that bts pic i posted awhile back that i said might be unused footage of henry in a ghost costume as a kid..... and el with hopper in the cabin, dressing as a ghost... but not being able to go out because the lab would find her... henry going out for halloween though and something happening/getting bullied (will parallel) and maybe that’s when shit went down... resulting in him getting taken back to the lab

anyway i am insane. and Henry, if he escaped, would have escaped pretty early-on I think bc he likely would have gone the same route he took El…. and would’ve needed to be small enough to fit.

[twoheartshookingup]

Beep | hv

Warnings: sad!Voight. Oops. Blame Rí. Also there’s not much smut but it fits this blog.

“Hank, please. Just there, please!” The words were pushed out in between gasps and moans, staring up at your boyfriend as he fucked into you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to hold him to you as you ground down, desperation for your orgasm in every movement. His hand rubbed your clit, pinching and flicking to make you moan needily.

“Let me see you. C’mon, let me see your eyes when you cum on my cock.” He was holding back and you knew it, pulling him to you for a kiss and holding on as your orgasm flooded through you. Hank continued his movements until one final one thrust pulled him over the edge, his head collapsing into your neck and pushing kisses to your sweaty skin. He went to stand but you held onto him, feeling his smile against your bare chest. He gave you a quick kiss before standing and pulling you to him.

“I love you.” The words were new between you, the relationship that had started out as running into him after checking on Kim in the hospital and asking if he wanted a drink turning more serious than either of you had imagined. Dating your best friends boss wasn’t what you’d intended, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I love you too, Hank. So much.” He kissed you with a grin, returning with a cloth to clean you, pushing kisses to the fingertip bruises he’d left on your hips. It was romantic and sweet, a smile on both your faces as you went asleep curled in each other’s arms.

As standard he was awake before you, but you’d put your work bag in the car before going over to his place the previous night. Getting dressed in the clean shirt you’d left for these situations you followed the scent of bacon sizzling to the kitchen, fresh coffee in a CPD mug as Hank passed a breakfast sandwich to you.

“You know I get breakfast when I start my shift, right? I think Ritter was talking about breakfast burritos.” You took a bite, groaning at the taste.

“And I wanted to make breakfast for us, so what?” You stuck out your tongue and he kissed your nose, a smile on his face as you both ate. These were the moments you loved, when you got to be just who you were, not the Sergeant and the paramedic. But all too soon the alarm on your watch telling you to start heading to work went off.

“Stay safe,” Hank murmured, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“I always do. Try not to get shot?” It was mostly a joke but he nodded seriously, giving you one last kiss before you left.

The shift itself didn’t have too many calls until mid afternoon, when your rig was called out to assist the cops. Nerves went up your spine at the thought of what you might find, but you pushed them down to focus on driving. Nobody knew that you and Hank were together, so even if he was involved you couldn’t say anything. But he’d be fine. When he finished work the following day the two of you would laugh about your fears.

Until you pulled the ambulance up and could see Kim’s work car, Adam’s jeep and Hank’s SUV that he’d had you ride him in the week before pulled to the side. But you steeled your face and helped Violet pull the gurney up, arriving at the command post. As soon as Hank saw you his face fell, but it was Kim’s tear streaked face and clear fear that scared you more.

“What’s going on?” Violet took control and you moved beside your best friend, squeezing her hand.

“Knock and talks, Ruzek knocked on the door and was pulled inside. We heard a gunshot, he claims he’s ok. They need a medic but only want CFD.” Hank spoke and you both nodded, Kim swallowing when the word “gunshot” was said.

“I’ll go in, I’m PIC. Can you handle out here?”

“Yeah, that—“

“Actually, Mikami, it’s safer for your partner.” You both stared at Jay, and you could feel Hank’s eyes on his second in command. “This isn’t an indictment of your abilities, but we were investigating a hate crime against a Japanese-American man. I don’t want to put anyone else in danger.” All eyes turned to you, and you glanced at Hank and could see the barely concealed fear in his eyes.

“That means I go in. I’ll make sure he’s ok, Kim. I promise.” She smiled weakly and nodded, wiping her eye and standing straight. Violet gave you a look.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I can do it.”

“Let me get you a vest.” You follower Hank around the side of the mobile command unit, and once the two of you were as alone as possible he caged you against it.

“Are you sure? It’s dangerous. Can you—“

“Are you about to ask me if I can do my job?” It was a raised eyebrow and Hank shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

“Never, I know you can. I’m just gonna worry about you every minute you’re in there. They’re dangerous, Sweetheart.”

“I’ll be fine. Adam and I will be out in no time.”

He strapped the bulletproof vest tightly, pushing a kiss to your neck before looking you up and down.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Got it.”

You took the jump bag and went up to the house, arms outstretched.

“I’m a paramedic with the Chicago Fire Department. Can I come in?” You called, the door opening and letting you walk inside.

The pit in Hank’s stomach got deeper as he watched you walk inside and the door firmly shut behind you. Two of the people he cared most about were being held by a killer and he didn’t know what to do.

“They’re coming out.” He turned and looked at Kim, the way her face was fixed and sure. “Adam won’t leave Mak, and she’s happier than I’ve seen her in years. I think she’s dating again. Good for her.” It was a look that made him realise Burgess knew all, giving her a nod as eyes fixed to the door. It was quiet apart from the murmuring of people around him.

Until two gunshots rang out.

“GET IN THERE NOW!” He yelled, joining in the group. He joined the group entering, terrified for what he’d see. Ruzek was leaning over your body, pushing against your shoulder as blood began to pool under you.

“He shot her. I got the gun and got him, but it’s bad. It’s really bad.”

Hank felt like his world was collapsing. He watched as Mikami raced in, bandaging and doing her job. The bra he’d pulled off you the night before was unceremoniously cut open as electrodes were placed on your chest and the defibrillator tried to track a pulse.

“I have nothing. Halstead, drive the rig, get us to Med!” He watched as you were put on the gurney and run to the ambulance, the only noise he could hear the long, low beep of a heartbeat flatlining until the ambulance drove away.

[almatiarau]

Intertwined - Chapter 4

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, angst? Slice of life, age gap (reader is older than JK), Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: Descriptive sexual activities, penetrative sex (minors please don’t read!)

Word Count: 3.7k

Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me! This is a pure fiction and none of the content in this is reflecting on how the members are in real life. Please be wise.

Summary: Jungkook is a superstar, y/n is a divorcee, two unlikeable worlds colliding with the love of music and deep talk, but life is not always a fairytale right?  Does love worth a dream 10 years to build? Does love worth straining relationship with family?

A/N: Hi guys, so actually I had posted this story on wattpad too for quite some time, therefore I already have few chapters in store and that’s why I’m able to update so fast. But the story itself is still ongoing, I’m trying my best to continue writing so that this story will come to an end, but meanwhile please enjoy this update :) please let me know if you’re enjoying the story, it would mean a lot to me, thank you and be safe always!

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Y/N POV

 I was just finished washing the dishes after feeding Ae Ra’s dinner, when moments from last night coming back to me. I couldn’t help but smile.

 “Hey.” Jungkook placed both his hands on the counter, caging me between the sink and his bare-chested body as I was washing the panacotta cups.

 “Hi.” I looked back and smile, he pecked me on the lips.

 “My shirt fits you well.” He whispered and I could only blushed. “So do I have to drive you home or can you stay over tonight?”

 I turned my body to face him once I dried my hands. “I could stay if you want me to.”

 He smiled widely as he took my arms and put it around his neck. “Of course I want you to, I’m just concern whether you have to go early tomorrow, maybe to pick Ae Ra.”

 “I have to pick her up at 11AM, I think I’ll have enough time.” I said as my hands played with his longer hair around his nape.

 “Perfect.” He kissed me slowly at first. It didn’t take long until it intensified, I didn’t realize that we practically grinding on each other against the kitchen counter, however Jungkook slowly stopped his action to my surprise.

 “God I don’t want to stop but I want to talk more with you.” He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “You wearing my shirt is not a good idea baby, I couldn’t help myself.” He grinned sheepishly.

 I smiled warmly at him while trying to calm down my breath. I should have thought the same, but how could desire not clouding my mind when he looked that good with no shirt on and a pair of grey sweatpants. Hair a little wet after his quick shower and his aftershave smelled heavenly.

 We spent the rest of the night cuddling, watching movies and talking, most importantly talking. There were few moments where we laughed our asses off, and then a few moments where we hugged each other tightly, sharing the pains we’ve been through. I have never felt so easy talking to someone.

 I glanced at my phone on the kitchen counter. No new messages. Should I text him first? I reached out my hand in hesitance, I don’t want to be clingy though. I shook my head and left the phone, making my way to Ae Ra.

 JK POV

 I took my phone out and saw no new messages from her. The clock shown 7PM. We have just wrapped recording a new song and just hanging out in the lounge room. I decided to send her a pic and a text.

 “Hey, what are you doing?” I sent the text along with a selfie of me pouting my lips.

 “Jungkook-ah, are you updating a selfie for twitter?” Seokjin poked me in the ribs.

 I caught my senior’s hand and playfully pushed him back. “No hyung. For someone else.”

 “Eyyy, are you dating someone now?” He teased.

 I didn’t answer him at first, but he could see my ears turned a bit red and laughed.

 “Jimin-ah, is Kookie dating someone now?” Seokjin called out Jimin whose busy playing online games on his phone.

 “Well, I don’t know about dating exclusively, but I heard a girl’s voice this morning when I just got back and Kookie was out early I think to drop her off.” Jimin flashed his mischievous smile. “Jungkook-ah, did you go out and had a drink with your friends last night? Hence, the lucky lady?” He added still not losing that smile.

 I playfully punched him on the arms. “I haven’t done that in a long time, hyung, besides, I wouldn’t dare to do it without you, the master charmer.” I teased him back.

  “So??? Whose the lady, Kook?” Seokjin asked curiously.

 “What lady?” Taehyung also joined curiously as he just got back to the lounge from outside.

 “Looks like our youngest had a lady with him last night Tae, Jimin can confirm.” Seokjin nodded his head to Jimin who gave a thumb up.

 “Eyyy, Kookie gone out to playyy.” Taehyung added raising his eyebrows playfully towards Jimin.

 “Nooo, it was not a one night stand hyung.” I defended myself.

 “Really?” Jimin looked a bit surprised. Well, I did have spent some times with him where we did end up with a hookup after nights of drinking with friends. But it was long before the pandemic came, and I was never comfortable of doing it without him. If I might add, it was more spur of the time moment. I’ve never really intended to do so. Yes I am a man with needs, but with the position we are in right now, these kind of situation came with lots of terms and conditions. I mean literally. The girls needed to sign NDA and such, we needed to arrange some meetings with our managers, oh the complication of all of that. Even though we did have a “special arrangement” with some of the media, but there is not completely 100% guarantee that these stories wouldn’t come out.

 Seokjin face changed when he suddenly came up with a realization. “Were you with the broadcaster?”

 I nodded silently. My 3 hyungs also fell silent.

 Jimin then started to pat my shoulder and smiled. “Wow, you really fell for her huh?”

My ears turned red. Well love might be quite a strong word to describe right now, but I definitely like her, a lot. She made me feel warm, opened, and taken care of. At the same time, she made me want to protect her, to make her happy. It felt like she had always put others before her all her life, and that made me wanted to pay her back for all her goodness.

Y/N POV

 I got up from my bed in silent as Ae Ra had just fell asleep in it. I put a pillow besides her, to make sure she wouldn’t roll over the bed and fell. I took my phone from the night stand, the screen illuminates with the clock, 21:00. I saw new messages notification, slowly hoping one of it from the person I seemed to think about more and more each moment.

 I could not hold back a wide smile seeing his pouting picture. How can a man look so cute but goddamn hot at the same time? My core tingles remembering his hard pecks and abs. A faint embarrassment seeping through me, how can I act and feel like a teenager when my age is twice teenager’s age.

 “Hey sorry I was just putting Ae Ra to bed. Where are you? Are you still in the studio? Have you eaten dinner?” I replied his text.

 Not long after his name came blinking on my phone’s screen with the video symbol. I hurriedly go out of the bedroom and went to sit on my kitchen’s stool, putting down my phone.

 Jungkook’s face came to my screen as he flashed me his bunny smile. “Hey baby.”

 My heart skipped a beat with his pet name. I’m not use to be called by pet names like this. “Hey, where are you?”

 “I’m still at the studio, finishing some adlibs. What are you doing?” He asked as he laid back to his chair, I could faintly see some mixers and machine behind him.

 “I just put Ae Ra to bed. Feeling quite hungry right now, thinking of making some snacks.” I got up, took my phone with me and opening the fridge, seeing I have some frozen ttopokki, I decided to make some ttopokki with cheese.

 “Ah, me too. I wish I was there, what are you making?” He whined and gave a little pout.

 I giggled. “I’m thinking of cheese ttopokki.” I flashed him the ttopokki packet and cheese.

 “That sounds so good.” His doe eyed widened.

 I furrowed my brow a little as I think. “Is it possible for me to drop off some for you?”

 Jungkook glanced at the clock on the studio wall. “Wouldn’t it be too late for you to go out? I want to pick you up but I still have some takes.”

 I shook my head. “No no, I don’t want to disturb your work, I’ll just deliver you the food and go, how’s that?”

 “Take a cab okay, don’t take the bus, it’s quite late.” He added with a soft smile. “And I really appreciate you doing this, I can’t wait to eat your food.”

JK POV

 I was concentrating with the two monitors in front of me when my phone vibrated.

 “Hey, I’m outside.” The text with your name on it came onto the screen.

 I hurriedly pick my phone up and went outside the room, making a small run to the elevator. As I was just to push the button, my shoulder collided with Namjoon’s.

 “Hey, I thought you already went home hyung.” I said.

 “Ah I thought the same way too with you.” Namjoon adjusted the strap of his sling back as he straightens up his posture while we wait for the elevator.

 “I was recording some adlibs for the song.” I added as he nodded understandingly.

 The elevator door opened and we got into it together. He pressed the Basement button while I went for Lobby. He then looked at me curiously.

 “You’re not going home yet, Kook?”

 “Ah, not yet.” I touched my ear lightly, just another habit when I feel shy. Namjoon knew me well to know this.

 “Ah, you’re meeting someone?” He smiled showing his dimples.

 I only chuckled lightly in response. Seconds later the elevator door opened into the Lobby. “Bye hyung, see you tomorrow.” Namjoon waved back.

 I couldn’t find you in the lobby, so I assumed you were waiting outside the building. I realized I didn’t wear any hoodie or hats, it would be a little bit risky to go out, I took my phone out and called your number.

 “Hey.” You picked up in seconds.

 “Hey, sorry I couldn’t go out, can you go inside the lobby? I’m here.” My head kept turning around to search for you.

 “Oh okay.”

 Not long after, I saw your figure entering the lobby with your dark green coat, beret and mask. I could see you carry a lunchbox bag and I couldn’t hold back my smile behind my mask.

 You walked timidly towards me as you look around. Because it’s already quite late, not many people were there, only few securities and some staffs who were going home.

 “Hey.” I said as you stopped in front of me. I could see your eyes twinkling.

 “Hi.” You handed me the lunchbox bag. “Here you go, hopefully it still warm enough, you better eat it in a hurry okay before it gets cold.” She added.

 I took the little bag from her. “Thank you.”

 “Okay, so I better go back home so you can continue to work, I guess. But please don’t overwork yourself, Kook, it’s already quite late.” I could see the concern in your eyes.

 “Actually, I have finished my work. Do you wanna go upstairs and eat with me?”

 Your eyes widened. “Are you sure?” You asked with hesitancy. “I mean, is it okay for me to go upstairs?”

 I waived my hand. “It’s okay, most people already went home anyway. Come on.” I wanted to grab your hand but I’d rather be careful, so I just gestured you to follow me to the elevator.

 5 minutes later we were back to the studio and I started to unpack the food, making myself comfortable on the brown leather sofa. I saw you looking around and found the mini fridge. You walked towards it and dropped down to your knees to open it. “May I?” You asked and I nodded in return. You came back with two soda cans and sat next to me.

 “This is so good, thanks for the food.” I finished the food quite quickly; didn’t realize I was that hungry until the food touched my mouth.

 You handed me the soda can. “You’re welcome, I’ll make more for you if you’re hungry like tonight, just let me know.”

 Your smile had always been warm and inviting. I loved that about you. My gaze went lower to your neck, you’re wearing a button up blouse and I could see a little bit of your collarbone, I absentmindedly licked my bottom lip.

 “Jungkook?” Your voice startled me as my eyes went back to yours. But slowly went down to your soft pink lips, looking a little bit glossy from the soda you sipped.

 I scooted over to be closer to you and cupped your cheek with my left hand. I could see nervousness in your eyes, but then you bit your lower lips and that made me forget about everything else. I dived into your lips slowly, nibbling on yours, asking for permission silently. When I could feel you kissed back, I tilted your head slowly to deepen the kiss. A small moan escaped yours.

 The kiss became more heated and I could feel heat started to pool in my lower region, causing my dick to stir inside my loose baggy pants. My lips started to travel down your jaw as I pulled your waist closer, you got the clue and slowly climbing into my lap. You moaned again when you feel my erection brushed against your jeans clothed core.

 “Jungkook, should we lock the door?” You managed to mutter between moans as my hand started to unbuttoning your blouse.

 “No one will come baby, don’t worry.” I muffled between the valley of your breasts as I slipped your blouse off your shoulder. Your bra straps come next as I slipped it off and unhooked it, taking it off completely. My name came out as moans from your mouth when I enveloped one breast while massaging the other. Nothing else matters at this moment besides our desires.

 I could feel you tugging my hair softly to stop me from devouring your chest and I looked up confusingly. I groaned when I felt you sliding off my lap, thinking you’d change your mind but then your lust filled eyes looking at me shyly but sure as you started to unbuttoning your jeans and slowly rolling it off your hips and took it off completely. Seeing you standing there with only your panties on, which I could see already damped, cause my erection to twitch painfully.

 “Come here.” My voice came a little bit hoarse from desire as you took a step closer to me. You put both of your hands on my shoulders, tugging my sweatshirt, signalling me to take it off. I followed your request and throw the black clothing away. I gripped your hips and hooked my fingers on your panties, slowly taking it off. I could hear your breath started to hitch when I slowly blow on your wet core in front of me. I kissed your clit and lick a long stripe between your folds and your legs started to wobble.

 “Kook please…” You moaned as your hands messing with my hair. I took my wallet from my back pocket before wiggling out of my pants and boxer. I took the condom out of it with my teeth while my right hand busy cupping your heat. I slid two fingers easily as your juices slowly running between my pinky and middle fingers. I continued the scissoring motions to prep you ready as your beautiful moans filled my studio. Your grip on my shoulders get tighter and tighter as I continued my fingering.

 Suddenly you held my wrist to stop and went to your knees and I could not hold back my groans. Shit you look so hot between my legs. You took the foil packet from my teeth, with your mouth, I cursed under my breath. Your hands pump my length before one hand ripped open the small packet and you slide the condom down.

 I cupped your cheeks with both hands and kissed you rather hardly on the lips. I couldn’t wait to rail you hard but I wanted to make sure you feel comfortable. However, you surprised me when softly you bit my bottom lip and whispered while slowly standing up and positioned yourself on my lap. “I wanna ride you.”

 “Fuck baby come here.” I positioned my dick on your opening while you slowly coming down, thankfully you’re aroused enough to make it slipped in so easily. You moaned rather loudly and slapped your hand on your mouth to control your own moan. I took your hands off your mouth and kissed it. “Don’t worry, it’s soundproofed in here.” I smirked.

 You started to move up and down on my lap, earning groans and moans from both of us as we hit that deep spot. After several minutes, your pace started to slow down, exhaustion started to creep on you, your hands circled around my neck while your mouth change between sucking my lips and my neck.

 “Kook I’m so close.”

 I grabbed your bouncing right breast and started to suck on it while my other hand found your pulsing clit and rubbed around it, pushing you to the finish line. I felt your walls start clenching tightly around me. A few deep thrusts and I felt you shuddered; God I love the face you made when you reached your high.

 As your body weakly hugging me, I changed our position and laid you back into the sofa. I still need a few more moves before cumming, but honestly seeing your eyes darken with lust, laid back with sweat glistening from your shoulder to the valley between your breast, and your tits bouncing with each of my thrust, would not make me last longer. I lifted your right hips to angle more deeply and started to pick up my pace.

 “Kook, ahh..,” She moaned while grabbing on my long necklace, pulling me closer to make me kiss her.

 “You wanna cum again for me baby?” I kissed her sloppily while her hands scratching my back up and down.

 “Keep going Kook, right there.” I rubber her swollen clit again and continue the pace.

 “Fuck baby, pussy’s so good, so tight for me.” I said through gritted teeth.

 “You make me feel so good baby, come on come for me.” You moaned. It’s the first time you called me baby and it’s so sexy. I could not hold back any longer and finally came, just at the same time as yours. We both shuddered with ragged breath. I buried my face on your neck, you smelled like fresh cotton sheet and I love it.

Y/N POV

 I had to blink several times as I adjusted my breath. I could feel Jungkook’s nose nuzzling my neck and I could not hold back my smile. So, this is what it feels like to get properly fucked. I chuckled lightly. Hearing this, Jungkook got up from my neck and shifted besides me, putting his weight sideways on his arms, one hand tucking a strain of hair behind my right ear.

 “What were you thinking?”

 I brought my hands to cover my face, suddenly I feel shy. Jungkook took one of my hand out of my face. “Tell me, I wanna know.” He teased.

 “It’s embarrassing.” I replied.

 “Come on you know you can talk to me.” I know he got more curious.

 I could feel my cheeks getting flushed. “I was just thinking so this is how it felt like to be properly fucked.” I laughed lightly covering my embarrassment for saying it out loud.

 Jungkook flashed his confident smirk and pecked me lightly. “Glad to be of your service, maam.” We both laughed a little, he got up, took a blanket from the end of the sofa and wrapped it around my body, he then disposed the used condom before getting into his loose baggy pants. The cold temperature from the aircon had just started to hit me, it was not that cold when we were bouncing off of each other.

 “Do you want some hot tea?” He asked while walking to the corner of the room, just near the mini fridge there are tea set with some selections of flavour tea.

 “Yes please.” I gathered my clothes and started to dress myself. Feeling more confident, I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.

 I could feel him jumped a bit, feeling surprised. But then his hand squeezed my joined hands on his waist. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked.

 “Nothing, I just feel like hugging you.” I muffled on his broad back.

 He separated my hands just to turn around and wrapped me in his embrace, leaning back against the counter. “I’m so happy tonight, thank you for coming over.” He kissed the top of my head.

 I looked up at him. “Me too.”

 “Sorry if I was too forward tonight, I know we just got intimate yesterday, it’s not like I purposely invite you here to.. you know..” He stuttered a bit.

 “It takes two to tango Kook, I want it too.” my fingers lightly tracing his buffed chest. “And as I’ve said earlier… I’ve never felt like this before, physical wise.” I added burying my face between his pecks out of embarrassment.

 I could feel him stroking my hair gently. “What do you mean?”

 “Uhm, I’ve never been so vocal and needy before I guess.” I buried my face deeper as I could feel my cheeks getting warm.

 Jungkook chuckled lightly. “Honestly, I like it when you’re vocal and needy, means I’m doing a good job.” He whispered in my ear, sending another tingle down my spine. “Baby, it’s already quite late, let’s drink the tea and get you home safely okay?”

 15 minutes later we found ourselves in the building’s basement, walking towards Jungkook’s black Mercedes. He opened the car door for me, before going around to the driver’s seat. He started the engine and in seconds we drove away from the skyscraper building. Little did we know, a black sedan was tailing us once we got out from the building’s parking space.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this far! Your feedback, comments and loves are very appreciated, I hope I can constantly update this series and give you more of the story!! See you in chapter 5!!

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Ah, a fellow Dialuci shipper

Tell us more about how much Diavolo and Luci wuv each other if you’d like, please! :3

I don't think I have to explicitly be a dialuci shipper it's just *waves hands around wildly* all there in the game itself

That being said I have many dialuci thoughts:

S2: Jealous of Mammon?

S2: OM's really Lucifer's dating sim

S2: Simeon using Diavolo as leverage against Lucifer the same way he used MC against Mammon

S2: Lucifer's possible existential crisis

S2: Lucifer's possible existential crisis 2: electric boogaloo

S2: Just marry him you fucking piece of - we're all tired here for fuck's sake

S2: Lucifer's going through marital issues. F in the chat

S2: MC can now add Marriage Councellor to their resume

S2: Lucifer's still going through it

S2: Marriage Story

Theory Post: Lucifer's a "loving" drunk

S2: An entire season based on saving Lucifer's failing marriage

S2: Luicfer probably thinks Diavolo is cheating on him ngl

Chat: I love my parents

My post: MC & Diavolo are drinking buddies

Chat: Diavolo being a (possessive) simp

S2: WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE JFC GUYS STOP

Theory Post: Satan ships Dialuci but it's only to fuck with Lucifer

S2: Diavolo likes dirty talk + Lucifer's a sugar baby (reel it in, in front of the kids you freaks)

S3: Catgirl Lucifer ft Lucifer is Whipped

S3: Luckily Diavolo is also whipped

Cameo in the Mammon art thing I'm doing: co-rulers (I only have the border of this to finish & I'm really proud of it rn)

Ask: Double date?

Ask: co-rulers Part 2: majority rule

Ask: co-rulers Part 3: 😈👑

Bonus - moments I haven't spoken about but that live rent free in my head 24/7

• Whatever the fuck is going on in Lucifer's Butler Devilgram. Completely confirming my theory that Diavolo has a stack of Lucifer Pictures (and what's with the de facto rulers of realms having Lucifer Shrines?)

• Lucifer wears a fully covered body suit type swim suit around MC & his brothers, but when he goes to the beach alone with Diavolo he's just in trunks and an open shirt?????????????????????????????? Excuse me?

• Lucifer went to the human world in s3 to spend time with MC and have a vacation but then Diavolo used puppy dog eyes and it was super effective. So he caved in and helped Diavolo get through his work so he could come to the human world faster

• Lucifer knows all his brothers are into MC but got upset when Diavolo tried to confess

• They shared a room in s1 during the very first retreat to Diavolo's castle. MC, by this point, has been into Diavolo's room. He only has one bed👀

• Lucifer is as protective and possessive of Diavolo as Mammon is of MC <- in a shit ton of the chats + that one OM! Ad on youtube

• The entirety of Lucifer & Diavolo's first meeting!?? Diavolo shattering Lucifer's entire world view, making him question everything he knows, making him question the Celestial Realm & his Father, making him realise that the Celestial Realm & his Father are lying to him or at best they don't care about ending the War and so aren't trying. Lucifer's entire internal monologue of 'FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK HE'S SO NICE WHY THE FUCK IS HE SO NICE FUCK'

• The devilgram pic of him kneeling and kissing Diavolo's hand is so pretty, ik the context is not romantic or anything but that is probably Lucifer's prettiest Devilgram

• The two UR+ cards, that when put together is them dancing together

• The Devilgram pic of a deaged Diavolo? I haven't read the Devilgram but I don't care. It's that picture that speaks a 1000 words. That's probably the softest I've ever seen Lucifer look. He's looking at Diavolo, who he knows had a quiet lonely childhood, who now, as a child, is smiling and running and he has the softest look on his face. It's such pure indulgent adoration. That's a look that says he knows the kind of childhood Diavolo had and he's happy that Diavolo now has this chance to just be a kid, that he'd set aside his pride and let himself get dragged around just to see him that happy. That he adores that smile and would do anything to protect it dont touch me im emotional

• Also the angst of it all. That despite how obviously Diavolo adores Lucifer and his brothers, Lucifer still can't get over the fact that his Father and Michael supposedly adored him and his siblings too and yet they were ready to kill Lilith for breaking the rules. That despite how many times it's proven that Diavolo's willing to forgive all of their fuck ups Lucifer is still waiting for that slip up, and that's one of the main reasons he's so harsh with Mammon's punishments. Because Mammon's the one who breaks the most rules and if Diavolo sees Lucifer is taking the needed steps and dealing out adequate punishments then maybe he'll be satisfied, that maybe they won't have a repeat of Lilith. And that's canon and that hurts. And because of that, despite it being clear how truly they actually care for each other Lucifer built this wall between them, keeping them as employer and employee as much as he can despite Diavolo's insistence that they were friends and that's why in S1 & early devilgrams they don't seem as close from Lucifer's side and Lucifer is much more subservient. Though I don't think he's completely over it, I think the whole incident with Belphie & MC showed that it's highly unlikely Diavolo's gonna turn on them suddenly despite how pissed he is. Further proven by how, in the main storyline, after S1 Lucifer's punishments for Mammon decrease in their intensity (there are multiple reasons for this, but this is definitely one too). And by how he now talks back to Diavolo and they act like actual friends. In s2 he actually punished Diavolo, while S1 Lucifer would never have even considered that

Anyway, personally I believe, that if MC were to get together with either of them it'd be within the context of a poly relationship. After all this, I can't imagine them not being together. Considering that canonically neither of them are straight it isn't such a leap either.

...this became way longer than I expected

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Haikyuu SakuAtsu fanfic recs: series edition ;)

ALRIGHT LOVES, BUCKLE UP! IM FORCING MYSELF TO FIND MOTIVATION LOL

As I was making that cursed SakuAtsu fanfic rec post (it really is cursed, but it’ll get done eventually cause I do love the SakuAtsu too much, when tho? only god know LOL), I decided that if I’m gonna finish it, imma have to break it up. SO that’s why this is our lovely series edition post LOL. Originally, it WAS writers, tags, series, then single fics BUT I decided to scrap tags and even then I was like it’s too long..... And so, this post materialized LOL (mayhaps writers next? who knows anymore cause I certainly don’t LOL). These are ONLY some of the series that I absolutely adore, and I say some because 1) the tag is literally like 4k fics long and I was on like page 20 something and I have SO many tabs open rn for SakuAtsu, so chances are I missed one or five LOL :’((((( and 2) my ao3 account hasn’t been made yet (should’ve done this a looooooong time ago) and so I don’t have them all saved anywhere :( (these just sound like excuses LMFAO) So these are just the ones I saw and was like OOP I LOVE and then added LOL (and so they’re in no particular order hehe). I also didn’t *** any of them cause they’re all so freakin good and even if you randomly chose one, you will not be disappointed.

As per usual, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for series and each individual fic before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

I would also be more careful cause there are a lot more TW in these fics than other ships!

Terminal Curiosity by favspacetwink, moonlumie (E) // CHECK WARINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES!!! this is one of the BEST series I’ve read for this ship and even though I tend not to read WIP, IT’S WORTH IT! Please read ALL the tags before going into any of the fics in this series because there’s some real spicy stuff that may not be your cup of tea!

your highs and lows by astroeulogy (T,M,E) // this fic made me go on a roller coaster of feels from start to (tentative) finish :))) It’s great and I love it AHHHHH The progression in their relationship is just so ajfkjsf, and I just adore how Atsumu just broke(?) during that first fic and the number of double takes he did, v relatable LOL.

Different Kinds of Dysfunctional by DeathBelle (T,E) // I LOVE the entrance to this fic and how it flowed so well. I think Atsumu is characterized really well throughout this series (I could totally see Atsumu bringing the same thing up over and over again LOL), and his development was done beautifully (You just want to make me say it.,,, Kinda, yeah.). I really freakin love this series so please go ahead and read it don’t be shy hehehe.

we call everything on the ice, "love" by awkwardedgeworth (T) // I LOVE this fic omg,,, it’s in series, but it’s only two fics LOL... Anyway, Notte Stellata is one of my favorite SakuAtsu fics and I have reread it way TOO many times and the fanpage fic IS SO AMAZING (AND FUNNY ASF PLS). I really love ice skating AU’s too so this really made this ‘series’ all the more better <333333

know you better & related stories by theglitterati (T,M,E) // this is definitely one of the best relationship development series I’ve read, I love it so much! It really touches all the bases, and the progression is just SO good. It really is the fic version of the get along shirt, extended edition LOL.

flutterbird (a collection of sakuatsu one-shots) by wordstruck (T,M,E) // this series is such an easy pick up because it’s a bunch of one-shots (esp. if you’re not into smut cause there is some), BUT all of them are def worth a read. Personally, the third one, the sakusa kiyoomi listography, is my favorite (cause imma sucker for Sakusa), but that’s just personal preference hehe :)

Atsumu + Sakusa + The National = ? by isaksara (syailendra) (T,M) // this is another stand alone fic series but with AUs :D I don’t even know like most (ie. all) of the references (LMFAO), but I still read all of them LOL. Again, a personal favorite (without any references LOL) is the second one, famous angels (never come through england), it’s really funny and good and I just love it okay?

Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (M) // (this was CP from my angst fic rec post LOL tho it is slightly edited cause istg my writing style changes every post LOL) THE MUG FIC. There is a sequel and when I saw it, it took me another week to read it cause I was like,,, am I ready to have my heart break again? No LOL. But the sequel is actually not as angst (but there’s still angst), so if you want to be like semi-broken or whatever, just read the sequel LOL (also it’s Sakusa POV HEHE). It’s so sad and it made me physically hurt every time someone even mentioned mugs afterwards (LOL why am I so dramatic but it’s the truth :///). Go ahead and hurt with me. You should read it even if you don’t like angst because you know what they say, no pain no gain :’)

parallax error: angle of inclination by min_mintobe (T) // okay so technically this ‘isn’t a series’, but it is two fic that are related, and what is that if not A SERIES :DDDDD Anyway, I really love this fic enough that I would find loopholes in my own dang post to recommend it LOL. I really love the service ace bet between Sakusa and Atsumu (I do think it is a superior headcannon (it’s hc right?)) but I also love what’s left unsaid by both in each other’s POVs hehe. If you want to go straight to Sakusa’s POV (cause their different POVs of the same fic), here it is parallax error: line of sight. You can read either first, but I recommend you read both eventually :)

to make any other mistake by honeymilktea (rosevtea) (T) // I, myself, am a very big fan of college Haikyuu (tho idk if it seems like that LOL), and this fic is very much up my alley hehe. I really like the idea that they are both TA’s and that Atsumu would totally bribe Sakusa into fake dating him as well as Sakusa wearing his brightest outfits to spite Atsumu.

How Do You Know? by awkwardedgeworth (T) // these fics are both so funny omg. The google search histories, the trial and error, and just everything in these two fics gives me so much dopamine LOL. There’s one POV for both end of the ship, though their tragedies are slightly different.

the human disaster chronicles by firtree (G,T) // is this another Atsumu gay panic fic? Yes, yes it is and I have absolutely no shame in recommending it hehe. I realllllllly like this fic and Atsumu having a break down cause Sakusa didn’t follow his routine? It is the move. Anyway, pls read this series cause like the title suggests, it really is a disaster (but at least there’s love right? LOL).

I Love You (Though it's Inadvisable) by Anubis_2701 (T) // okay the series itself is a wip (as in only one fic for now LOL), but the fic is so good, I couldn’t leave it off :))))) First, I do love a good soulmate AU and although I’m not a big fan on the body switching AUs, THIS one was SO good!!! It gets really cheesy and fluff at the end, but the beginning of this fic was just so immaculate, that we’re gonna ignore how much the ending made me want to stick my head into a hole (cause it was so FLUFF OMG).

The Germaphobe and the Asshole by metaandpotatoes (T,E) // so this series is also actually a WIP, but it’s okay I only read the first and the last one anyway cause they’re basically stand alone’s LOL. This series focuses a lot on Sakusa’s mysophobia, so if you’re not a fan of the hc, you should prolly pass hehe. TBH, my favorite is the third one, Avoidance Behavior, but that’s mainly cause I really like SunaOsa and I love the brother bond in it!

you are the cause of my euphoria by SugarHighs (T) // ajsfljksadhjkdfk is my first thoughts while reading this series cause ATSUMU WOULD. He would start posting thirst trap pics (which really reminded me of Wonho) in order to prove he was the most good looking member of MSBY. Tho, we do love the clowning of one Sakusa Kiyoomi, as done in the third fic (PLEASE NUMBER 17 AND Cheezel). Even if you can’t get yourself to read the other fics, read the third one, 5 Ways To Tell If The Person You're Dating Is The One, for the free serotonin boost plsplspls.

'basis' - noun. the underlying foundation for an idea or process. by auvelli (T) // like I said, college AU is a great AU, love it. This one, I do love indeed. We do stan having microwaves and mini fridges hehe. I support the ramen endeavors but oatmeal is gross, I said what I said. Anyway, I love the tags in the second fic, so even if you don’t end up reading it, read the tags,,,, they’re funny okay?

and i press you to the pages of my heart by volchitsae (T) // I LOVE THIS ONE, teehee again the college AU makes another appearance LOL. I REALLY love this writer, and this one is so funny but cute at the same time. It’s another two POV fic, but you’ll want to read this one in order hehe. Again, the ending is so FLUFF, that my head wanted to take a visit to the underground BUT ITS OKAY.

affection and acid reflux by volchitsae (T) // so the first fic is ~angst~ but IT GETS BETTER OKAY, happy endings. HAPPY ENDINGS. Anyway, there’s some really cute Sakusa in this one (esp. when he talks to the boy at the village LOVE HIM) and a healthy amount of angst as well. I really like this fic and guess what it is? Say it with me, COLLEGE AU LOL.

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by volchitsae (E) // did I just recommend the same writer three times in a row? Yup and I think that says something LOL (tbh I like some of their stand alone fics more tho LMFAO but that doesn’t mean these series are bad nononono not at ALL (this sounded sarcastic but that was not the intention LOL)). This one is ~magical~ (v literally) and has some kinky stuff (holy water ftw) in it, so tread carefully :) I would make sure to read the tags before each one because it gets kinda steamy LOL.

^^ if I had to choose between these three, I liked and i press you to the pages of my heart the most just cause the plot was my type LOL. But they’re all good hehe.

a study on you(th) and reverie by sieges (G,T) // this series is such a sad series :( The first two are the only SakuAtsu but the third one is an angst Osamu one so there’s that LOL (and ofc the fourth one is KuniYama (is that their ship name idk)) But the first one is a moving on fic (which I liked) and the second is like basically a fake break up (which I liked more LOL) and both have some nice shares of angst and fluff so choose your battles wisely (or just read both LOL).

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle (E) // CHECK WARINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES!!! ah yes, the mafia fic LOL. I REALLY LOVE THIS FIC. I felt so bad for Atsumu the entire fic and yes it is, ATSUMU BEST BOY time. Did I really just recommend this series AGAIN for the THIRD TIME in THREE SEPARATE POSTS? Apparently LMFAO I didn’t even know TBH LOL. I just really like this one,,,,,, okay? But pls Atsumu just here for the ride man cause he BEST BOY. Anyway, if you want to see my other comments of this fic that I forgot I did links here :D (links and here are two separate links to two separate posts LOL).

OKAY so that’s most of the series that I saw and was like gotta put this here LOL. And do you see how long this is (I know I’m missing so many series I like istg when I find them later imma cry or just make another post LOL).... Can you imagine how long my actual fic fic one is LOL (i’m not kidding tho it’s so long I might just do fics with their actual summaries instead of adding my invalid, piss poor reviews :/). Ugh the more I think about it, the more I lose motivation to finish LMFAO, so imma go be no thoughts head empty, but I hope you enjoyed reading these series! I love SakuAtsu SO much, so there’s lots more to come (is that good or bad idek). I know I was kinda lazy on the warnings (my bad), so I hope you all were attentive and made sure to check before reading! Also if there are any errors, send me a message/ask! PLS, they’re v embarrassing LOL. (Also tell me if I forget to cap my I’s bc I do that sometimes and I can’t tell cause of the font LMFAO.) The way my posts get slightly more chaotic every time I post LOL.

[betweentheracks]

Are you willing to speculate about Yizhan? If not kindly ignore this ask. I'm just wondering from your perspective which of the "sharing clothes" pics on the internet is more likely to be actual personal choice between those two, if any?

Hello! Sorry for the delay in getting to this, been rather chaotic on my end of things as I adjust to being home from the hospital and establishing a new routine to manage my health from now on. I’ve been thinking on this ask for a while and how I wanted to approach it and think I have finally settled on a proper way to tackle it. 

First, I am not unwilling to speculate on yizhan given that I am very keen on the developments of both their careers and their perceived relationship, whatever it may be. However, I will only be comfortable discussing them from the POV of my role as a stylist and fashion worker/enthusiast. I don’t want this blog to become another rumor mill or become a look-to for “proof” of things in regards to their relationship. There is no true way to prove whether they do in fact share clothes, gift each other accessories, or purposefully “match” their looks. To do so I would have to be their personal styling manager and, dream of exactly that as I may, I am merely a fan with the eyes of someone that works in the field and can therefore only offer my own thoughts and opinions on these so-called candies hidden through their styling choices. 

To avoid any further chafing like my post about the DS2 jeans created I will only speak to what I know firsthand of the operations of the Asian fashion circuit and styling industry. I can provide insight into how their trends rise and fall on a cycle, how they often use fashion and style as a means to express not only their cultures but sometimes reflect the current climate of the entertainment world, and of how China specifically all but corners the market on underground fashion and streetstyle. This would then be laid over the context of, let’s say, Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan’s evolution of style throughout their career and highlight the key features of how their looks tend to be tailored with a subtle nuance of their status combined with their country’s current trends. You can expect a post at a later time (after some thorough investigating and proper sourcing) which will look into exactly all of this and touch specifically on the best known looks they’ve been styled in with a breakdown on how those styles were framed, layered together, and then finally restyled to give emphasis to each of their unique features and overall image promotion. 

I will also provide my insights on which features are almost surely items they themselves chose, brought in, or otherwise requested be included. These are mostly accessory pieces that, to my trained eyes, do not fit or flow with the overall intended aesthetic and yet have been properly enmeshed by the style as if to blend them into the final result. My own experience lends many points of reference for artists that have comfort items they refuse to part with that I have had to later find ways to make appear to be a legitimate choice which neither clashes with nor belongs to the finished look. This extends to this ask in that this is why my answer on what my perspective on yizhan “sharing clothes” will be short. 

So, what is my perspective on them sharing clothes? It isn’t outside the realm of possibility, nor is it anything I can verify from my lack of personal interaction with them or any of the rumored articles of clothes. What I am willing to comment on is that celebrities and idols, no matter where they are located, overlap in a style and fashion sense both in public spaces and platforms and also in their private lives. It’s not uncommon to buy a brand or even exact style of something and later see that someone else has it as well, and from what I have seen I can say with some degree of certainty that Yibo and Zhan have similar tastes, though still incredibly diverse. 

I will later make a post speculating on which brands they each frequent and, by extent, share preference for as well the alleged gifts of accessories they are often seen to be wearing which are widely talked about. I think less of the clothing they are rumored or thought to share and lean more into the idea of them having exchanged items which would be easier to wear under the watchful gaze of public interest and also the inherently personal or intimate nature of giving someone a necklace, ring, bracelet, or set of earrings. It is also much easier to talk a stylist into making an allowance for such items since they are small and can be properly incorporated into an ensemble, or even tucked away into a pocket or beneath the high neckline of a good shirt. As I said, many artists tend to have comfort items or good luck charms or any matter of small in size items that they are hesitant to leave behind when making public appearances. Artists are still people beneath the veneer we stylists mask them in and sometimes need that little bit of themselves to take with them and be grounding in the face of media being in their personal space and making assessments of the them that is being presented. 

Apologies for the overall evasive answer, but this ask really did get me thinking and rather than leaving it to sit and idle in my box and make the person asking wait until who knows when, I chose to do it this way. The ask itself is the inspiration for why I want to make the posts I mentioned - it really tripped my thinking on all of this and the fashion enthusiast in me is frothing at the mouth with the prospect of real time breakdowns to expose the amount of work that went into some of your favorite yizhan ensembles. The accessories thing also sparked from a similar desire to be as thorough as possible before I give any careless answers. 

You all are very dedicated and passionate and deserve to be treated with a sense of professional courtesy in that I can give you a glimpse into understanding the styles that rendered you speechless or blew you away. Likewise, I think the only responsible way to handle any of the candies that are trademarks of BJYX fandom would be to offer you a different type of breakdown that would adhere to why certain things that you tend to perceive as candy is given context of why some things, to me, look out of place and could truly be a personal touch. This would both exonerate me from having confirm or deny topics I have no means of knowing about while offering a gratifying alternative analysis that stands neutral. 

Thanks for the question! I will surely be back with more and also to let everyone know more about these posts as I get nearer to establishing them! 

[canonconspiracy]

Khaleesi (Ben Wyatt x Fem!Reader)

AN: In efforts to post more on here specifically, this is one that I just cross-posted into my Michael Shur Oneshot Collection (Wattpad and Ao3 - rmorningstar21).

Fandom: Parks and Recreations

Pairing: Ben Wyatt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

"Hey there, you stunning woman you!" You said into your phone, a smile across your features.  You sat upon your dresser, staring at your newest project confidently.  It had just been finished, and you couldn't be happier with how it turned out.  Everything was as perfect as you could make it, from each in seam all the way down to the wig styling.  Your best friend was the first person you thought to contact, primarily for a fun little favor.  She always seemed to love participating in your little projects anyhow, when she wasn't busy.  "Guess who just finished up a masterpiece." 

"No way, Joe Biden?" She guessed, with a clear smile against her own features.  

You rolled your eyes at your silly friend.  "I'm sure Markie Mark would be so jealous," you teased back.  "But seriously, Les, I'm super duper proud of this one.  You have any time coming up that we could head over to the park for some pics?" 

"What did you do this time?" She said curiously.  "Come on, you're on speaker.  Let us hear all about it!" 

"Who am I on speaker phone with?" You asked cautiously.  "Oh well, eff it.  I'm going to be the mother of dragons, Khaleesi outfit.  I even made a little dragon plush for Drogo." 

"I have no idea what any of that means," Leslie said with a chuckle, a smile clear in her voice.  "But the stupid surprise face on Ben's face means it has to be nerdy." 

"Hey!" You heard a male voice counter, likely the Ben that she meant.  

"I figured you wouldn't," you said with a chuckle.  "It's fantastic that at least someone does.  It's Game of Thrones.  I know your schedule is normally packed, but I'm flexible.  Whenever you're up for it." 

Leslie paused for a moment, an idea coming to mind as she glanced between the others at the Parks Department meeting.  "Do you mind if I bring some friends?" She said slyly.  "I've been dying to get you to meet them." 

You bit your lip, thinking about it.  Your eyes glanced over to the hopeful outfit that you had made, thinking maybe one day you would have you Khal.  "You think any of them would fit in a male's medium?" You said slyly, a little jest in your tone.  Knowing best not to get your hopes up, though you would love some killer Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen photos.  

"I mean," Leslie said, laughter clear in her words, "if you want to drop off the outfit at City Hall, I could have someone try it."

*** 

You felt a little anxiety bubbling inside of you as the time drew closer.  A few days prior, you dropped off your Khal Drogo cosplay that you custom made at City Hall, with absolutely no inkling as to who Leslie was going to have wear it.  On top of that, she gave you that whole sneaky wink that she has that only showed she was up to no good.  Being her best friend, you knew she was far from sneaky.  

"Well, if they all hate me, at least they'll hate me as Dany," you mused as you spun around in front of your window, checking out the cosplay one more time.  You were in your mid twenties, likely younger than most of Leslie's friends.  As the Khaleesi, you wore practically snow white blonde hair down past your chest and slightly crimped.  Your outfit consisted of the ragged off white outfit that Daenerys wore after marrying Khal Drogo.  Everything you had created for it was mint, while the little dragon plush was simply for a little extra fun.  

A knock sounded at your door and you inhaled deeply to calm yourself.  Striding to the door with confidence, you slipped out your door to literally be surrounded by the entire Parks Department, and more.  Apparently when Leslie meant she wanted you to meet her friends, she meant all of them.  Immediately pulling Leslie into a hug, you whispered, "You're lucky I have a lot of acreage." 

"Well, I couldn't pick just a few, so," Leslie said with excitement in your tone, "I brought everyone." 

Beside her stood Markie Mark, as you liked to call ark Brezanowitz, her long term boyfriend.  Next to him stood Ann Perkins, whom you had met offhandedly a few times.  The rest of the crew, though, you had no idea.  After greeting Mark and Ann, Leslie introduced you to each and every one.  

As you noticed that little twinkle in her eyes, you knew there was something strange up.  For one, no one out of the group you were introduced to clearly wore your Khal Drogo outfit, and the fact that she was practically beaming at you had you curious.  When she said, "I already set up your backyard for the set!  Let's go!"  you could feel anxiety rising.  

When she said she set it up, it was clearly an understatement.   The camera was set up professionally, surely by someone else, since you always had to fix it for her.  What caught your eye was something that would truly have the Khaleesi blush, and your face was as red as a tomato.  

Looking off, clearly awaiting everyone's arrival, stood a handsome and lithe Khal Drogo.  Though he did not have the perfect body type for the cosplay, he was clearly handsome covered in the outfit you created.  He stood taller than you, and once he glanced your way, you could see his chocolate brown orbs that made you melt.  The excited smile that tugged upon his lips had your heart aflutter.  

"M'ach," you greeted in Dothraki as you moved closer to the male.  "I didn't expect Leslie to get me such a handsome Khal, but I greatly appreciate you doing this." 

"You speak Dothraki?" He said with an eyebrow raised, though the excitement did not leave his face.  "I was thrilled to be chosen, especially since I'm sure I'm the only Game of Thrones fan in the majority of City Hall.  I'm Ben Wyatt, and you must be Y/N?" 

You nodded with a large smile against your lips.  "It's a pleasure, and I speak a little," you said sheepishly.  "Just as Dany, I know bits and pieces of the dialect." 

"Okay, nerds," the man you were introduced to under the name of Tom Haverford said with a laugh.  "How about you two get into positions." 

You ended up positioning your Khal for multiple photographs, before he began getting into the character more.  The two of you had been blushing messes half the time, and you were sure that a great deal of the photographs would not be useable, but kept for memory purposes.  

As the two of you got further into shooting, Ben moved his hands to either side of your face as he said, "Yer zheannae sekke." 

You prayed your face did not hold too much blush as you replied, "Yer mezahe sekke."  A smirk pulled upon your lips as you replied, though you did wish to call him handsome instead of simply sexy, your knowledge of Dothraki was small.  

As the two of you simply stared into one another's eyes, you could hear the camera continuing to take photographs.  The one thing you had been too shy to accomplish, Ben was not, as he captured your lips for the photographs.  Surely, you thought he was simply putting on a show for your collection, but you could still feel your heart reverberating in your chest.  Mentally, you had been screaming.  

When the two of you had been done modeling your outfits, you both excused yourselves inside to change.  Ben had thankfully brought a spare outfit, knowing he wanted to leave your property with you.  Once he entered your home, though, his eyes were wide in shock.  

"So, you're a professional cosplayer?" He questioned as his eyes moved between different creations you had made.  

You hummed in approval, a smile against your lips as you moved to grab your street clothes.  "Are you sure you haven't modeled like that before?" You asked with an eyebrow raised, turning to meet chocolate brown eyes.  "You surprised me out there." 

He took off your wig to reveal partially mussed brown locks, appearing much more handsome than he had even in the Khal Drogo attire.  Sheepishly, he smiled, a clear bit of blush risen in his cheeks.  "That was genuine," he replied sheepishly.  "You're very beautiful, and I apologize if I crossed a line." 

You told him just a second before you went to change back into your normal clothes.  Brushed through y/h/c locks and your normal attire, you bit your lip gently, wondering if the handsome man would still be attracted to you as, well, you.  Emerging from the bathroom, you were shocked to see that he had already changed out of his own outfit as well, simply buttoning up his shirt as you came out.  

"I'm curious, handsome, do you still think that without the cosplay?" You teased, a smile tugging against your lips.  

His chocolate gaze was sincere as he smiled down at you, nodding and he said, "Khaleesi or not, you're beautiful, and I'd love to get to know you better." 

"I'm sure I'd love that," you said shyly.  

____________

Leaving this note at the end as to not ruin the one shot itself, but like - can you picture Ben as Khal Drogo?  I think I would die immediately. 

[ag-celestina-gorillaz]

Daisies and Daffodolls Day 17: Book Series

Sorry I've been MIA a lot. I've been busy doing sewing stuff (next photo challenge I'll prepare a few weeks in advance). But anyways, I took a pic of Celestina in what would be her meet outfit. Celestina's story is different in many ways than other AG characters. For one thing, she's my Gorillaz OC as well, so her story involves some Gorillaz lore as well, and her story starts at age 11 in middle school in 2016 and goes to at least 2020 when she's 15. Basic outline, Celestina is a cheerful creative girl living in Orbitz Ohio. She was raised by her mom Sharon and her stepmom Mia, (they got married in 2015 when gay marriage became legal in the US), and her dad is Stuart "2-D" Pot, the lead singer of the British band Gorillaz. In her story, Celestina faces many changes, such as her Mom starting a new paramedic job, her dad returning to England to reunite with the rest of Gorillaz to record Humanz, as well as starting her first year in middle school. I'm actually planning to write a whole book, maybe more, about Celestina, and post the chapters here on tumblr. I think I'll go ahead and post the first chapter here as a preview, but I'll post the full story later, maybe with illustrations.

Summary - It's the year 2016, and Celestina is starting her first year of middle school.  While she's excited for a fresh start of the new year, she's also nervous.  School uniforms, more classes, more teachers, and new classmates.  Unfortunately, the school year starts out on a sour note, she barely shares any classes with her best friend, and in homeroom class, she gets paired up with Lucy Phillips, a cold, aloof, yet mysterious, new girl from Britain.  Meanwhile, things aren't easier at home either, her dad ends up returning to the UK to reunite with his fellow band members to record their next album, and her mom begins work at her new paramedic job.  But when Celestina begins to get close with Lucy, the new girl's iciness starts to melt, and they both learn they have more in common than they thought.  

Celestina's Family and Friends

Celestina Damon - An excitable 11 year old girl starting her first year of middle school in the year 2016.  

Sharon Damon - Celestina's mother, a practical, but cheerful, lady.  She starts working a new job as a paramedic.  

Mia Lucci - Sharon's wife and Celestina's stepmother, a funny and kind woman, she's always there when Celestina needs advice.  She runs and works at The Leaning Tower of Pizza pizzeria with her twin sister Gina.  

Stuart "2-D" Pot - Celestina's father, and lead singer of the British band Gorillaz.  He isn't quite wired like other people, but in his own 2-D way, he's very deep, and he's also got a big heart.  Despite the troubles that come with being a long distance parent, he loves Celestina immensely and tries to be in her life as much as possible.  

Kailey Green - Celestina's next door neighbor and best friend since childhood.  A smart and sweet girl, if a little awkward.  A self proclaimed theater nerd.  Often gives Celestina the nickname "Lessie".

Lucy Phillips - A new girl in Celestina's homeroom, who's family arrived from Britain.  She seems mysterious and comes off as cool and guarded, but in reality, she's a little shy, and becomes much kinder and sweeter once you get to know her.  

Chapter 1

New Year, New School, New Hope

The alarm clock on the bedside table chirped on and on as Celestina Damon slept in, nestled in her soft, pastel colored, blankets.  She was dreaming a wonderful dream; Celestina, rocking a sparkly, purple, galaxy print dress, was singing in front of a sold out crowd on her first performance.  Fans in the crowd were holding handmade signs and cheering her name.  Here she is posing for pictures with fans!  There she is signing autographs!  She finishes her last song of the show, wishing the audience a good night.  The crowd erupted into a thunderous roar of applause, fans shouting her name "Celestina!  Celestina!  Celestina! -"

"CELESTINA!!! WAKE UP!!!"  

That did it!  At the sound of her mom's voice, the young girl jolted up from her bed with a start. "Gah!" she exclaimed.  Her wavy blue hair was messy and needed brushing, and she was no longer clad in galaxy print, but rather, blue and white pajamas with panda bears printed all over.  Celestina ground the sleep out of her eyes and smashed the "stop" button on her alarm. 

"Okay, I'm awake Mom!" said Celestina, slightly irritated.  Her mom chuckled.

"Hey, if I let you have your way, you'd be asleep until lunchtime." laughed Mom.  "I told you not to stay up too late."

"I didn't stay up late!" Celestina protested, "I'm just, not used to waking up this early."  She was kinda right.  Today was the first day of the new school year, after three months of staying up and sleeping in later than usual, it can be hard to get back on a schedule.  

"Fair enough," said Mom, "but I can't always be around to make you wake up, especially now, you understand?"  Celestina nodded.  What her mom had meant was that she just got hired to work as a paramedic at a new ambulance company, which meant that some days she had to go in early.  Unfortunately, it also means that she would come home later after working many hours, some nights possibly after when Celestina was supposed to go to bed.  Luckily, today was only her orientation, which wouldn't start for a few hours, so her Mom could drop her off on her first day of school, but she was still dressed in her work uniform, black boots, navy blue pants with lots of pockets, and a wine red shirt with the ambulance's logo embolized on the left breast, and her curly blonde hair was tied up in a long ponytail.  

Speaking of uniforms.  Not only was Celestina starting her first day of school, but it's the first day of a new school, specifically, middle school.  Okay, so technically this school is a combo middle and high school, so not only does she have to deal with the 7th and 8th graders, but also all the high schoolers as well.  And all the students have to wear uniforms.  Actually, the uniform itself wasn't that bad, it was pretty cute, the top was a rich shade of purple with a white collar and ribbon, and a white pleated skirt that fell below the knees, had a "sailor suit" sorta look to it, kinda like what an anime character would wear.  All the same, Celestina couldn't understand why she just couldn't just wear her regular clothes to school, you know, like everyone did in elementary school.  Sigh, another change to have to get used to.  Mom caught Celestina eyeing her uniform.  

"Well get dressed, hon." said Mom, "And come downstairs for breakfast.  I think Mia made some chocolate chip pancakes!"  Mmm, just the thought of those pancakes made Celestina's mouth water.  

"Okay, you win." laughed Celestina, giving her mom a hug.  "I'll be down in a few."  After Mom had left the room, Celestina got dressed, brushed and pulled her long wavy blue hair into a ponytail, using a hairband with two pink poofballs on it.  Before she left to go downstairs, she looked toward the corner of her room, and saw Scratchy, her fluffy gray bunny, stirring around in her cage.  

"Hey there Scratchy!" she cooed, giving the bunny little pats.  She then slipped a little chew treat for her to play with.  "Be good while I'm at school, okay?" 

The young girl grabbed her backpack, filled to the brim with school supplies, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.  The aroma of chocolate chip pancakes and maple syrup filled the room.  Mom had seated herself at the kitchen table, eating her small stack of pancakes, and Mia, Celestina's stepmom, was busy flipping the pancakes at the stove.  Her mother, Sharon, and Mia have only been married for less than a year, but Mia has lived with Celestina and her Mom her whole life.  They probably would have married sooner had it been allowed before last year!  Mia is a pretty lady, tall, tan skin, and shiny dark brown hair, and she's a great cook.  Her and her sister Gina (Aunt Gina to Celestina), run a pizza place called Leaning Tower of Pizza.  

"Pancakes, comin' up!" shouted Mia to Celestina.  Mia still spoke with a New York accent, despite the fact that she's been living in Ohio for at least 15 years.  She served the girl her pancakes before sliding her own onto a plate.  Celestina took her breakfast to the table and poured on the sweet maple syrup.  She cut a piece and took a bite, mmmm, was so good.  Her smile fell slightly looking around the room.  She couldn't get used to the empty space at the table.  

"What's wrong?" asked Mia, noticing Celestina's frown, "Don't you like chocolate pancakes?"

"I LOVE them!" exclaimed Celestina. "I just wish Dad was here to have some."  Mia and Susan exchanged a look of understanding. 

"You miss him don't you." said Mia.  Celestina nodded. 

"Yup!" said Celestina.  It was actually more than that.  She paused a bit, trying to think of how to put it into words, "I mean, I dunno, I guess I'm also a bit worried, you know, about him leaving again."  Celestina's eyes looked down at her pancakes.  Talking about stuff like that always made her uneasy.  

Celestina's dad, her whole family life in general really, was, well, unusual to say the least.  For one thing, her parents weren't married when her mom had her, in fact, they split up shortly before Sharon found out she was pregnant.  Whatever, no biggie, there are lots of kids whose parents are like that, people who have children before they got married, or had kids and didn't stay together.  However, it was even more complicated in Celestina's case, because her mom is American and her dad is British, meaning it's harder for her to see her dad on a regular basis because he lives so far away.  Also, her dad is famous.  Celestina's father is none other than Stuart Pot, better known as 2-D, the lead singer of Gorillaz.  Yes, that 2-D!  It's been awhile since the band did any songs together though, the last album, Plastic Beach, was released when Celestina was 5, but a couple years before that, something else happened, and that's what worried Celestina.  For a short while after Celestina was born, 2-D would often call the house to say hi, sometimes even visit.  But after a visit that Dad made sometime when she was 3, he had gone on a trip somewhere, and suddenly vanished.  Her mom tried to keep calm around her when she asked where Dad was, but even as a kid, Celestina could kinda tell that her Mom was worried about him.  The sudden release of a new Gorillaz album didn't help either.  At one point, her Mom told her stories that 2-D and Murdoc Niccals, the band's foul mouthed, green skinned, bassist, were taken by pirates and trapped on an island called Plastic Beach, an island in the middle of the ocean made of garbage and spray painted pink.  Looking back, Celestina wasn't sure if this all really happened or if this was something Mom was making up, but she knew something happened that made her dad unable to contact her for awhile.  Shortly before Celestina was 8, her dad had called her on the phone for the first time in years.  

"Celestina, is that you?" said 2-D in his thick Londoner accent, "You sound so big!  How old are you now?"

"I'm gonna be 8, Dad!" answered Celestina proudly, "I'm a big kid!" 

"8!?  Wow!  You really grew up!" exclaimed 2-D, Celestina could hear the tears caught in his throat. "I've missed you so much!" 

After a brief vacation, or "holiday" as her dad called it, in Guadalupe, he visited Celestina and the family for the first time in a while, right in time for her 8th birthday.  And since then, he had been able to keep in better contact, and came to visit Celestina in person more often these last few years, as if to make up for missing out for those last 5 years.  She even got to fly with him to England one time and met her grandparents, David and Rachel Pot, for the first time at the amusement park that Grandpop had owned.  This year, 2-D stayed in the guest room for a few months, he was able to keep Celestina company during the summer while Sharon was taking paramedic classes, and Mia was working at Leaning Tower.  2-D had been helping Celestina with her budding interest in music, teaching her how to play her new blue Melodica, a small keyboard with a flute-like pipe in it.  When they weren't practicing, the father daughter duo would watch scary zombie movies, or listen to some older Gorillaz songs on Celestina's old CD player.  On June 23rd, the whole family, and a few of Celestina's friends from school, celebrated her 11th birthday with a bonfire cookout in the backyard.  It was a wonderful summer.

But all this fun and excitement of summer had to come to an end.  It was now time for school, and just as well, Dad left to go back to England, rather suddenly at that.  Somehow, one of his old band mates, Noodle, the guitarist and the only girl in the band, (and Celestina's favorite band member, next to Dad of course), ended up getting back in contact with him.  Apparently, the band was getting back together to make a new album called Humanz, which would be released sometime next year.  Like always, Celestina was sad to see him leave, but she was also worried too, maybe because a part of her is scared he would go missing again.  

Sharon put a comforting hand on Celestina's shoulder.  "It'll be okay," she reassured her daughter, "He said he's gonna text us when he arrives to meet the others.  Plus, he said you can visit him during spring break."  

"I know," nodded Celestina.  She finishes up her pancakes, thinking about everything going on.  Mom's starting a new job, Dad's going back to England, I'm starting a new year in a new school, and we have to wear uniforms!  So far so good, she thought sarcastically.  She rinsed her dirty plate in the sink and slipped on her black flats to meet Mom out in the car.

"Are we taking Kailey today?" asked Mom.  Kailey Green is Celestina's best friend and next door neighbor.  

"No, Mrs. Green wanted to take her this morning," answered Celestina, "but she's picking both of us up after school."

"Okay, good," said Mom, "let's get going, you don't wanna be late," she checks her watch "and neither do I!" she laughed.  Celestina gave Mia a hug goodbye.

"Have a good day at school, rockstar." said Mia lovingly.  "I'm coming home from Leaning Tower about an hour after you get home from school, okay girlie."

"'Kay 'kay, I got it." smiled Celestina.  She gives Mia a fist bump, complete with a little explosion sound effect.  

"You have a good day at school," then she turns to Mom "And good luck with orientation Sharon."  Mom gives Mia a loving kiss on the cheek.  

"Bye honey," said Mom grabbing her keys.  "I should be home by dinner tonight."  Celestina and her mother wave goodbye to Mia before getting in the car.  As Sharon drove on to the school, Celestina sat in her seat nervously, her breakfast doing flip flops in her stomach.  

"Are you doing okay back there?" asked Sharon, looking at her daughter in the rearview mirror.

"I dunno," she answered.  "Honestly, I'm pretty nervous.  Middle school sounds kinda scary.  All these classes, new teachers, ugh, no recess, school uniforms," she grimaced.  She had so many thoughts, so many "what-if's", that they started coming out one after another.  "What if I don't like my teachers?  What if me and Kailey don't have any classes together?  What if all the classes are too hard?  What if I get bullied by the older kids?  What if -" 

"Celestina!" said Mom suddenly, "sweetie, sweetie, it's alright." She took a deep breath before continuing, "I know this isn't something you want to hear, but I kinda know how you feel.  I was nervous starting middle school when I was your age.  And, if I'll be fully honest, I can relate to how you're feeling right now.  I'm a bit nervous starting this new job."

Celestina looked up in surprise, "You are?" she wondered.  "But you said you were excited."  Mom gave Celestina a loving smile.

"And I am," answered Sharon, "But I have so many mixed feelings.  I'm worried I won't be good enough, I'm worried the boss could be a jerk, or that I won't like my co-workers.  So many things can go wrong.  But," she paused before continuing, "There are also good things I'm looking forward to as well.  I'll be able to use the skills I worked hard learning in all these classes, I'll be able to help people, I'll be bringing home a little more money, which means we will be able to go out more often." she said with a smile.  "It's normal to be scared and nervous, it's okay in fact.  But you also have so many good things to look forward to.  Yes you have more classes, but you get to have more classes you enjoy, like music and art.  And even if you don't have any classes with Kailey, you'll always be able to see her because we're neighbors.  If you're having a problem, whether it's classes, mean kids, or even a mean teacher, you can always come to me or Mia.  I just want you to know, even if the bad things do happen, there are also a lot of good thing to come, I want you to remember that."  Celestina thought over what her mom had said.  She did have a few good points.

"I did hear that the music department puts on a school musical every year," said Celestina, feeling a bit more hopeful, "And there's all these fun clubs".  Sharon's eyes lit up.  

"See, there you go!" said Mom. 

"It just seems like so many things are changing at the same time." Celestina admitted, "it just feels so fast, I feel like I can barely take a breath."  

"I know, it sucks, it really does." said Sharon in an understanding tone.  "The funny thing is, is that the only thing that never changes, is that everything changes."

"That's so confusing to think about!" said Celestina laughing.  

"Ah, but that's the truth," said Sharon with a chuckle.  "But you know what else will never change?"

"No what?" asked Celestina.

"I'll always love you," Mom answered warmly, "The same goes for Mia, and for your dad, we will never stop loving you.  You are our child, and nothing will ever change that."  

"Aw mom, I love you too!" she exclaimed.  At that moment, Celestina's cell phone chirped with a new message.  Oops, better silence it before class, she thought, making a mental note.  But seeing who the message was from made her smile.  

"Ooh I got a text from Dad!" shouted Celestina in excitement.  The text read "i made it to studio 13 in london.  about to start recording for the new album.  I miss you already, but i'm happy to be home again.  russ, noodle and murdoc say hi.  say hi to your mum for me.  love you little panda bear."  Celestina smiled at the mention of the special nickname her dad gave her.  Attached with the message was a picture.  It was a group photo of the whole band in what looked like the inside of a recording studio.  Celestina had yet to meet the other band members in person, but she knew who they were from the music videos and interview clips on YouTube, and from a few stories from her dad.  There was Murdoc Niccals, the band's bassist, and probably the biggest troublemaker of the band.  He has an odd scrunched up nose, and green skin and black hair, sorta made Celestina think of the Gangreen Gang from The PowerPuff Girls.  Then there was Russel Hobbs, the drummer, a heavyset black man from New York, with bright white eyes lacking pupils, a result of being possessed by a demon when he was young.  He seemed to be the voice of reason in the band, and when he speaks in interviews, he has a gentle voice.  Then there was Noodle, the guitarist, and the only girl in the band.  Celestina almost didn't recognize her at first, she's so used to seeing her in the music videos back when she was a kid or a young teen, and now she's a beautiful grown up woman!  Noodle was not much older than Celestina is now when the band released their first album, and according to her dad, when they were first looking for a guitarist, Noodle traveled from Japan all the way to England, in a FedEx delivery crate, and gave such an epic explosive guitar solo, that the band ended up giving her the part on the spot.  Celestina likes to imagine that if they were the same age, she and Noodle would be great friends.  And in the middle of the pic was her dad, 2-D himself.  He's tall and wiry, the tallest of all the band members in fact, he has spikey blue hair, and due to two separate car accidents (which were Murdoc's fault), he lost his front tooth, and his eyes were injured, they now look like blank black circles.  Murdoc gave him the nickname 2-D because his black eyes made it look like he had "two dents'' in his head.  Surprisingly, her dad liked that nickname, at this point, the only people who really call him Stu anymore would be Nana and Grandpop, as well as Sharon and Mia.  People would often describe her dad as, well, not very bright, sometimes saying he's thick and calling him names like "space cadet", but Celestina doesn't like any comments like that.  To Celestina, her dad has his own 2-D way of thinking, and his creativity with making music is where he shines the best, and he's got a kind heart.  In the attached picture, all four band mates were smiling (even Murdoc), and that made Celestina happy, seeing her dad and his old friends all back together.  

"That's great!" said Mom, "What does the message say?" 

"Dad said he got to England safely, he's excited to work on songs again, and that he loves and misses me, plus he sent a pic of him and the rest of the band." said Celestina.  "Oh yeah, Dad says hi, and so does Russ, Noodle, and Murdoc."

"Aw that's awesome!" replied Mom, "See, I figured he would make it there okay.  How do the other three look?"

"Murdoc is as green as ever," Celestina replied with a laugh, "Russel pretty much looks the same, but Noodle looks so different!  She's a grown up lady!"

"Yup, I believe it," said mom with a chuckle.  "Oh man, I haven't seen her since you were a baby, she was still a teenager then.  Grown up so fast, both of you." she said with a sigh.  "It's good they seem to be doing well." She paused, thinking, "I got an idea.  We're almost there, why don't we take a few back-to-school pictures of you when we get there, and you can text them back to your dad?"

"Ooh I'd love that!" said a delighted Celestina.  She was quiet for a bit before continuing.  "Hey, I know I was sad before with Dad leaving, but, well, it's also really cool that the whole band is back together and they'll make more songs again."

"I know, I can't wait to hear them," agreed Mom, "but like I said earlier, it's okay to feel sad about missing him.  Just don't forget that there are also a lot of good things to look forward to."

"I understand," answered Celestina.  Mom had just pulled up to the school.  There it was, Orbitz Public School.  Mom was lining up to park at the entrance where the middle school classes were.  While Celestina had seen the school many times when going on errands with her mom's around town, today the building somehow seemed larger and more intimidating.  Her breath slowed down and her hands grew sweaty the closer they got to the entrance.  Mom had found a parking spot and Celestina nervously left the car, carrying her backpack.  

"This place is way bigger than South Lincoln," remarked Celestina, referring to her elementary school.  Sharon gave Celestina's hand a comforting squeeze.

"I know it's scary," said Mom. "But you got this."  Even though Celestina was still nervous, she somehow felt a bit better with her Mom hyping her up.  

"I got this!" repeated Celestina.

"You're the star of your own stage," encouraged Sharon, "You knock 'em dead!"

"I'll knock 'em dead!" repeated Celestina, feeling pumped.  "Oh yeah, let's get that picture taken to send to Dad" she remembered.  Celestina and Sharon walked around to find a spot with good lighting in the courtyard. 

"Ooh, we can take one here," said Celestina, handing the phone to her mom.  She struck an adorable Sailor Moon style peace sign pose in her new uniform with the school in view in the back.  After the picture got taken, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

"Huh," said Celestina, before turning around to see her best friend, "Oh hey there Kailey!"

"Hi Lessie!" greeted Kailey, using the nickname she used for Celestina since they were little.  Kailey was wearing the same purple and white school uniform that Celestina was wearing.  She kept her short brown hair in her natural curls, and her red square glasses framed her blue eyes.  The giggly girls greeted each other with a hug, before realizing that both their moms were standing by with their phones.  

"Smile you two," said Mrs. Green.  Both girls smiled for the camera with their arms around each other.  

"Perfect!" exclaimed Sharon before handing Celestina her phone back.  Celestina then quickly sent both the pics to her dad with a special message.

"So glad you made it home safely Dad.  Mom and Mia say hi back.  Today is me and Kailey's first day of school.  Can't wait to see you again, and maybe meet the rest of the band (even Murdoc lol).  Have fun recording.  Love you lots!  We got this!"

Shortly after she sent it, her dad replied with another quick "I love you", and Kailey got Celestina's attention.

"C'mon Lessie," said Kailey, "We still need to get our schedules."

"Oh my, that's right!" exclaimed Celestina.  "We gotta get going!"  

The girls gave their Moms a quick hug and said goodbye, and headed into the school.  Celestina still felt a bit nervous, but she felt a lot better than this morning.  She headed inside the front doors of the school with Kailey, walking through the purple and white crowd of students, feeling determined to take on the day no matter what happens.  

"Celestina, you're on!" 

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Train Schedules - Abel “Himbo” Monroe x GN!Reader

Because I could and I had a cute pic of Himbo from last night

Summary: After spending the day in Saint Denis, you find yourself bumping into a handsome man that’s waiting for the train. After telling him the correct time, you offer him to accompany you to a late night dinner.

Word count: 1,791

 Saint Denis had never been your most favorite city. Sure, it was… lively and different from what you were used to, but the thick smog always gathered in your throat and made you gag. The scent of coal and gas was heavy, and you could smell it even when you were down in Lagras, that hint of air pollution always making you crinkle your nose.

 Today, however, you found yourself lingering around the city a bit longer than normal. Having let your horse have a nice little day to itself in the stable, making sure to tip the stable boy extra to ensure your horse was well taken care of, you decided to stroll around. See what all the hype was about the big city life. You had popped into the tailor shop, and the man had poured out all the compliments for you when you tried on a new shirt. You knew he was just up-selling, but dammit it had worked. Oh well, at least you looked nice.

 The next stop was the gun store, the old man behind the counter being nice enough to clean your gun and suggest any sort of modifications to add on to it. You had taken them, paying with a smile and almost giddy to test it out on your next mission. Leaving with a smile and a sweet goodbye, you started down the street, headed for the post office. You had some things you needed to pick up; more ammo for your guns, and you’re sure someone probably sent you some mail. And you were surprised when the man had behind the counter had been friendly and sent you on your way with a smile.

 It was nightfall by the time you were done with your trip, pleasantly surprised with the experience you had with all the workers. You were honestly worried you’d meet something but snobs, and while you did with the random passerby, it wasn’t as bad as you expected. Taking out your pocket watch, you check the time. Eleven o’clock. Should you risk riding through to Rhodes, or should you just rent a room for the night in the city? You had gotten used to the odd smell of Saint Denis, but you found yourself coughing more often than you would out in some other town.

 You keep walking, too lost in thought to realize you’re coming up on the train station. You only notice it when your peripheral picks up a man standing underneath one of the bright lights, shuffling almost uncomfortably. He’s scratching as his black beard, occasionally looking around. Furrowing your brows, you stop and slip your pocket watch back its place. He wasn’t too bad looking, and you watched as he would push his hair back, only to have those white locks fall back into his face and make him scrunch his nose. A rifle is slung over his shoulder, bandolier over a black vest with the sleeves ripped off. Wait… was he waiting for the train? You had memorized the times for each train, when they arrived and departed. Saint Denis’ train wouldn’t be here for the next twelve hours. So why was this man standing here?

“You waitin’ on the train?” you ask him. He’s almost surprised when you approach him, blue eyes wide as he takes a step back. He recovers quickly, however, sending you the warmest smile you had received in a long time.

“I am!” he tells you with an airy tone, “Say, ya don’t happen to have the time, do you?”

“Little past eleven,” He nods, once again looking around. You suppose it’s better to tell him now. “Ya know the train don’t come until mornin’, right?”

“What?” He’s looking at you like you’re crazy, but you watch in amusement as the realization finally hits. His shoulders slump and he sighs, bringing a hand up to once again brush it through his hair. “That would… explain a lot, actually…”

“Were ya really gonna wait all night?” you snicker, and you watch as his freckled face grows red from embarrassment.

“I got the times mixed up with Appleseed Timber,” he grumbles softly, though a sheepish smile pulls at his lips. “I live out by Strawberry, so I’m always takin’ that train. Confused the times for that station with this one.”

“You weren’t wonderin’ why you were the only one out here?” He shrugs, finally regaining your gaze.

“Didn’t consider that,” He finally turns his body to fully face you, hand outstretched. “Well, thank you for letting me know. Guess I’ll be finding a room somewhere.”

“’Course!” You give him a firm handshake, though you let your hold on him linger. Well, you supposed you were going to be spending the night in the city. “What’s your name? Maybe we could go get some dinner together?”

“Oh! I’d love that!” He’s standing up straighter now, and it’s clearly he’s become excited as he outstretches his arm to let you loop yours through. “I’m Abel Monroe.”

 He’s sweet as he walks you away from the train station, telling you how much he likes your name when you give it to him, the two of you starting for the saloon. He’s asking you about yourself, and chuckles when you bring up Cripps. Apparently he knew the man as well, and was working with his old friend, Maggie Fike. You had heard of the lady, even met her, but the moonshine business just wasn’t for you. Not yet, at least. Abel tells you of his bar out in Tall Trees, and even offers you to drop by. You supposed you could if you were in the area, and he seems excited when you tell him so.

 He opens the doors, letting you enter first. He lets you pick a seat as he goes to the front after asking what you had wanted. When you offered him money to pay for your dinner, he just laughs and shoos you away, telling you it was his treat for the night.

“Next time, then,” you tell him, and it looks like his face heats up again. You take your seat, watching as he talks to the man behind the counter. He’s leaning against the bar, though he does look back at you while he waits, sending you a smile. You watch him thank the worker and grab the plates, lining them on one arm as he holds the bottles in his other hand. Thanking him as he sets your items down, you grab your bottle. It’s a playful toast you propose, clinking the drinks together with him and toasting to meeting new friends. He gives you a soft laugh, nodding his head.

 Conversation is kept to a friendly chat. You asked him about himself, and he tells you his business in Saint Denis. He had been visiting his parents who resided somewhere in the city, and laughed when he recalled their bewildered faces when he told them he was headed home. Apparently he had left his horse back in Strawberry, having taken the train for the long journey. He thanks you once again for catching his mistake, and you just nod. He was a nice man, though you found him to be a bit dim. You had made the occasional flirtatious joke, but he didn’t seem to pick up on it. Instead, he would just give you a smile, but you could see the confused look in his eyes. He had said how nice you were when you told him his eyes were beautiful, and when you had said he was cute. Had he ever had anyone flirt him with him before? Sure, you hadn’t planned on saying these things, but you were curious to see how far you could push it. He wasn’t a bad looking man, and he was the nicest one you had met in a long time.

 The two of you finish dinner, and you thank him again for paying. Standing up, you decide it’s time to turn in for the night, and you can feel that smile creep onto your face.

“Let’s get a room,” you suggest, and he just gives you a nod. He seems oblivious to as he follows you up to the bar, and he’s almost pushing you out of the way to pay for the room. He laughs as he tells you you can pay for the outing next time, and you’re almost surprised to hear him practically suggest you two will be spending more time together. The bartender gives you a wink as you follow Abel up to the room, and you feel your face heat up.

 Just like when you entered the saloon, the man holds the door open for you with a smile, and gives you ample time to enter. You sit on the edge of the bed, unlacing your boots. You glance up, watching as Abel removes his rifle and bandolier, before shrugging himself out of his vest. His blue paddon shirt is open at the top, the golden laces long and hanging on the sides. He also removes his gun belt, setting it down on the dresser as he starts for his boots.

“Figured you would’ve wanted your privacy,” he speaks, blue eyes flickering up to look at you. “not to spend the night with some feller like me.”

“Figured you’d be good company,” you respond, and he actually lets out a little snort as he starts laughing.

“I ain’t too sure I’d call myself that,” he chuckles, but he walks over to the other side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge. “If I bother you throughout the night, feel free to wake me up.”

“You goin’ to bed already?” you ask. He nods, bringing his legs up to lay on his side. Well, that’s not exactly how you thought spending the night with him would’ve gone. But, nevertheless you wish him a goodnight, and he gives you a hum in response. You finish removing your boots and making yourself comfortable, laying in the bed under the covers with your back towards the man. You’re almost close to falling asleep, hearing Abel’s soft snoring coming from behind you, but his shuffling catches your attention. His movements are slow and almost heavy, an arm coming out to wrap itself around your middle and pulling you close to his chest. He buries his face in the back of your neck, his beard tickling your skin as he acts as though you’re some stuffed animal he wants to cuddle with. You allow him to, resting your arm on top of his as you try to get comfortable once more. You supposed this is how you were going to spend the rest of the night.

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Hey everyone! @yueqqi here, but I respond to anything including “dumbass (friendly).” 💙 From the Ashes has been a project I’ve been working on over the course of the last 8 months, first incepted in late May 2020 as a small Dungeons & Dragons campaign between friends. After the campaign ended with the first arc, I was inspired by the awesome fancomic work by @legendofgenji, @avatarhanami, and @niikocomic (please check them out if you haven’t already!) to realize all of mine and my friend’s (massive shout out to Magpie and Josh) worldbuilding and plot building into this project starting late fall of 2020. It might not be a fully fledged comic since we’re new with only a small team of worldbuilders/writers and 1 main writer/artist, but for now we will focus on sharing our story in the form of fic writing and concept art.

This is a fun project done on our own time, first and foremost. It is also an important project, for me anyways, to build on what Avatar could be, written by POC for POC, written by LGBT for LGBT, and to be shared with people who want to learn more about our communities and support us. The story’s narrative is supposed to expand on Chinese and other Eastern cultures and address serious topics that mirror our real world problems. As a Chinese diaspora author from a family who immigrated from post-war Vietnam, those topics are what I hold with importance and I hope to be able to share it with you. I love interacting, so the askbox is officially open! ☺️

What is your story?

From the Ashes, also titled Tian Hui Yuan (天灰園, meaning “garden that grows from the sky’s ashes”), is set during the time of the second earthbending Avatar of Korra’s cycle in a world ravaged by the Great War—which, wasn’t as “great” as it says on the tin until the end of the 36 years of battles with long intermittent periods of silence, when it devolved into an all-out nuclear war between the democratic Earth Republic and the Fire Nation. Who instigated the war? If you live in the modern Earth Federation, history lessons at mandatory school left it pretty fuzzy until recent years but everywhere else, including the remaining Southern Air Temple and the Northern and Southern Water Tribes, agree that it was President Qin Namyao of the Earth Republic who first developed nuclear technology for non-peaceful purposes and his successors that dropped the first bomb, the effects rippling even today in 539 AG, the rough equivalent to the 1980s era.

The three-month-long catastrophe led to tragic losses not only in the initial blast and ensuing fallout, but the generations of famine it triggered after the decade-long nuclear winter. With the first airbending Avatar’s help, society managed to rebuild itself within a century, though still long ways away from returning to how things used to be in peace times in between turf wars and fighting over resources. With the rise of Avatar Niraq, the second waterbender, the period of warring factions was put to an end—at the great cost of destroying autonomy and bringing down the working middle class in the act of rebellion against the upper class with the creation of the (now Old) Order to unite all the nations and their factions under a single banner.

After Avatar Niraq’s assassination and the New Order taking over and returning control to world leaders, 18 years later the new Avatar is (still) missing and the original plan to take the Avatar young to prevent another tragedy becomes more loose as tensions rise and the New Order has to reconsider their game plan on how to handle the Avatar—including arrest at best, or making them “disappear” at worst.

As for our new Avatar? He has no idea what’s coming, nor that he’s even the Avatar.

FtA focuses on Leaf’s story years after all hell broke loose, where things seem better, but the picturesque peaceful times keep unraveling to reveal a very ugly truth where what seems to be the right path is one in darkness and the seemingly amoral one is the only one that can make a change.

Who is the Avatar?

[Image ID: A young man in motion appearing to be in mid brake while running, earthbending shards of grey rock and kicking up a dust cloud. He is lightly tanned with slight pink undertones to his skin, with hazel eyes that lean more deep green, and he wears his brown curly hair in mullet, sadly missing the hair spray and mousse, with a slight chin scruff and a ratty mustache. The man wears a red shirt with its sleeves ripped an a v-neck ripped to expose his collarbones and a part of his chest, paired with a silver dog tag on a chain necklace, light wash skinny jeans with a brown and brass belt, and green canvas high tops with drooping flaps that look suspiciously like Converse. //End ID]

The Avatar is this idiot right here and his name is Leaf (Ye in Chinese, but to emphasize strangeness of his name, it stays in English except for nicknames) because he never knew his birth name. He hasn’t even mastered his birth element yet, smh. (Backstory? Well, that will be revealed. :) All you need to know is that he has a stack of crimes hiding there.)

Team Avatar??

The team is called the Vine by the writers (ha, get it? Leaves from the... *crying*). You’ll see them around as I post their finished sheets! They aren’t the only main characters, though. :)

Who are the villains?

For now, all you need to know is that the Order acts as antagonists (obviously), but it gets heavily into some grey areas on who’s right and wrong here. There are bigger sharks in the sea, eventually.

Okay, so we know the rough backstory of the story. What about the plot?

Now, that would be spoilers. :) But if you want something to start guessing with, many game changing events can be described with Bon Jovi, Metallica, and Bonnie Tyler top hits. Here’s a Jon Bon Jovi pic from the 80s who may or may not have been the inspiration for Leaf’s aesthetic. 💙