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tbzhub · 7 months

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Just Go Fuck Him

Pairing: photographer!Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader

Summary: Hyunjae moves back into his childhood home and old feelings and memories come up.

Warnings: MDNI, reader has scars, brief mention of childhood trauma, brief mention of surgeries, flashbacks, a smidge negative self-talk, hyunjae is the rizzler, smut... creampie, pet names, yada yada

Rating / Genre: M, neighbor au, childhood crush au, fluff?, slight angst (it’s really not THAT bad), lots of pining

WC: 8K (2K+ words for the smut scenes)

Artist Note: @everynewiee Enjoy! Special thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this and giving me the best fucking commentary. You're a gem and I probably would not have posted this if you hadn't stroked my ego. Love youuuuuu. If there's a typo I'll get to it eventually

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The living room was quiet in its typical offputting fashion as you sat around with your parents; no one saying anything as there were no conversations to be had and nothing playing on the television since no one would pay attention anyway, a phone captivating its user as everyone sat in their respective places. Any interaction at this point would feel almost disrespectful and annoying, disrupting the usual routine of your and your parent’s day.

Your favorite place to cocoon was on the right side of the sofa, wrapped in a plush blanket while you doom-scrolled until you eventually needed to walk the dogs. This is how your days were spent since your college graduation, making your parents the only ones on the block who weren’t empty nesters. Maybe that explained why you never went out— there was no one to go out with. Everyone else seemed to blossom rapidly, moving away and starting lives too hectic to return to their childhood homes on a regular basis while you sat at home, wrapped in blankets, feeling left behind.

Feeling left behind wasn’t inherently a negative thing, though— and it wasn’t really a feeling either. Acknowledgment: that’s what you’d describe this part of your life as— the acknowledgment of being a late bloomer, the acceptance of being the last flower waiting to bloom. The last person to leave the nest, as some would say, and that fact was totally okay with you because, in truth, it was okay for you to spend your days the way you pleased. There was no reason to run out and chase after what everyone else was doing just to keep up, to avoid loneliness at the risk of getting hurt.

Maybe it wasn’t just an acknowledgment; perhaps being a flower that’s yet to bloom guaranteed safety from a world so wide with new people who didn’t know you and old people who’d changed so much that you didn’t know them at all. You certainly weren’t close with anyone that you’d grown up with, and when you’d run into them at the odd holiday party that you were forced to attend, that fact was always highlighted awkwardly and sometimes painfully. There’s something to be said about standing silently in a circle full of adults that you used to run around outside with as a child, as wild stories are passed around, and accomplishments are one upped by additional accomplishments. You’ve watched enough cliques coalesce in real time, cliques that you were a part of as a child but somehow couldn’t squeeze into as an adult… and to say the least, it gets old. Thus, you cocooned, you doom-scrolled, and you became content with the silent life you’d curated with your parents.

So the living room is as quiet as it always was, and the day would drone on as it always did, and you’d be just fine not rocking the boat until it was time to go to bed and do it all over again tomorrow.

But sometimes the boat needs to be rocked, and the loud knock that’s heard does the trick in making your mom flinch in her seat, and your father crane his neck to the rather unexpected sound.

You, on the other hand, do not react because a knock at the door— regardless of how foreign, is never for you. The shifting of your parents getting out of their seats and the creaking of the floorboards underneath their feet does nothing to pull you away from your phone because, again, no one is knocking on the door for you, and you’d never entirely inherited your nan's natural curiosity.

It’s not until your mom comes back into the living room with her head peeking out from behind the foyer wall as she calls out your name that you finally get up from your favorite spot on the couch. The action is done begrudgingly, but your mom swears someone is here to visit you, and her smile is vast, so at the very least, you would appease your mom and be polite.

The thing about people-pleasing was that you never knew where you’d end up. You could set out to be polite to some unexpected guest to appease your mother and end up staring face-to-face with your childhood fucking crush. This wasn’t hypothetical; this was actually happening, and you were currently wearing drab black sweatpants.

He says hi first, hugging you at the front door as your parents invite him in for tea, and you stand there looking like a fucking idiot troll whose soul has just left their body. Specifically, you were internally screaming as you said hello and tried not to look like you were combing through your hair with your fingers.

“It’s been so long, Hyunjae. How’s your mom?” Your mom asks as she heads into the kitchen to start the kettle, and you look down at your hands as he responds to her.

He’s still just as polite as he used to be when you were kids, and that pisses you off.

“It’s so lovely of you to visit,” you hear your dad chime in, and you want to scowl because you felt quite the opposite. Who visits someone they haven’t spoken to in well over half a decade out of the blue without even a single warning? How were you the only person put off by this rogue visitation?

“I thought you were a travel photographer. What are you doing back here?” You ask, and really, you wish you could tell him to leave because this was too much, and you could feel the memories starting to stew inside your brain. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you looked up at his ever-charming smile, and all you wanted to do was flee to your room.

“I moved back. I missed home.”

Hyunjae’s return meant your parents weren’t the only non-empty nesters anymore, which should make you feel better about yourself, but it doesn’t. It makes you feel like a child again and not in a way that should feel safe or warm and fuzzy. It makes you remember your childhood with him as your next-door neighbor. It makes you remember your childhood in general, and it makes you remember all the shenanigans that the two of you got up to together. All the silly poems and doodles you’d write about him in your journal growing up start to whisper around in your mind. All the conversations you’d have in your backyards pull to the forefront of your brain. Core memories flash like you’re watching a synopsis of your life thus far when you close your eyes after turning in for the night.

You slowly began to remember just how easy it was for you to grow attached to the boy that lived next door…

Hyunjae was a few years older than you, but he was always sweet, unlike the boys his age who lived in the neighborhood. Even in your younger years, it was his kindness that really set him apart in your mind. He was one of the few older kids who played nicely with the younger kids instead of ditching or excluding them or stealing their toys.

When you fell and scraped your knee trying to ride a bike for the very first time without any training wheels, he was quick to run inside his house to get a bandaid and a small bag of ice. He had kissed your bandaid-covered knee in hopes that it would get you to stop crying, and at the time, you thought the gesture was ludicrous; he wasn’t a mom, so there was no way that he could have the ability to wipe away someone’s pain with the simple press of his lips.

That was the day that you learned it wasn’t just mothers who held such a magical power

So you were putting effort into your looks to walk the dogs now... Nothing crazy— just making sure your hair wasn’t frizzy and that your clothes weren’t wrinkled before you left the house. You hadn’t run into Hyunjae yet, but it was bound to happen, and you wouldn’t be caught off guard when it did.

The dogs were slower than usual to round the block this afternoon, but you didn’t mind, enjoying the album you were listening to as you admired the cotton candy-like clouds dashed across the beautiful pale blue sky. For someone who spent such a massive chunk of their time indoors, you really did appreciate being outside.

Apparently Hyunjae felt the same way. You saw him outside for the first time since he came back, sitting on his front porch with a camera in his hands as he presumably took shots of the sky above. This was perfect actually. You could skitter by unnoticed. With your headphones over your ears and a fancy digital camera concealing most of his face, there should be this shared agreement that deterred one from interrupting the other for the sake of exchanging pleasantries.

As you move closer, your house getting more prominent in your field of view, you’re reminded that dogs don’t give a fuck about made-up social contracts. Yours pull on their leashes to get to Hyunjae, one barking, and that’s enough to steal the man’s attention away from snapping the shutter.

Damn. Your streak of avoidance shattered.

He smiles when he sees it’s you and waves with the most earnest expression on his face, and for a brief moment, you forget how to walk like an able-bodied person, legs feeling like mush and mind going blank as his inviting eyes settle on you and your dogs.

“One foot in front of the other. Smile like a sane person. Don’t let him sense his sheer power over you.”

You repeat the mantra in your mind as you let your dogs pull you closer to him, nearing his front porch with bated breath and a weak smile. It's those wooden steps at the entrance of his house that get you, the ones that harbored far too many sweet core memories. As you sit beside him on the landing, you can’t help but think of every single time that you’ve sat here in the past.

“Hey,” He says, wrapping his arm around you briefly in a friendly, one-armed hug before he sets his fancy digital camera far away from the dogs’ reach.

Your hello is soft and shy, but you didn’t stutter at the physical touch, so you’d consider that a small win.

“So you came home just to take pictures of the sky?”

He snorts at your question, “I already told you why…

“I got tired of the world at large. Plus, there’s more than enough beauty around here. The familiar things deserve to be photographed, too.” He admits simply– as if the sentiment is genuine common knowledge. He’s smiling down at you, and for a second, maybe it was a delusion, but you honestly felt like he was talking about you specifically.

“Watch. I’ll show you what I mean.”

He reaches out for his camera and begins to snap pictures of your dogs, petting them and scratching behind their ears. One of your dogs must secretly be a Hyunjae simp because he can capture her dopey smile perfectly.

You silently watch as he goes through the pictures, his smile widening, and he leans close to show you the one that must have tugged at his heartstrings. It’s a picture of your dog, face cradled in Hyunjae’s large hand, her eyes practically shining with glee, and she has the cutest doggy smile to match.

You giggle, face breaking into perhaps its first genuine smile in such a long time. “This is perfect. I have to show Mom. I’d love a copy if you don’t mind?”

When you look up from the camera, you notice just how close you are, invading his personal space unwittingly, and a blush rises in your cheeks as you quickly lean away to create some tangible distance.

He only hums in agreement before shutting his camera off again and making eye contact with you. “I’ll send you a copy later tonight. Has your number changed?”

When you finally get home, your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and the spring in your step is undeniable. You let the dogs off their leashes and put away your headphones before practically skipping to your bedroom.

You flop on your bed, feeling weightless and energized from the crumb of interaction... This could become a problem, an addiction— could a person become addicted to another person? Regardless of the answer, you squealed in bed, covering your face in your hands as you let every single positive emotion flood through your body. Your legs kick in the air, and you feel giddy, high on the love and infatuation of a crush a decade in the making.

Oh, you were so fucking doomed. Hyunjae needed to either move away or express his intent to marry you as soon as possible because every feeling you’d shoved down had come back in full force, plus interest.

A knock on your bedroom door makes you freeze mid-tizzy, and as the door creaks open, it's your mom’s head that peeks into your room, and the smile that graces her lips looks nearly childlike. She wanted to gossip, you could tell.

“I saw you sitting over at the Lee’s. It’s been so long since I've seen you two sit outside on his porch steps like that.” She says, and immediately, your face goes blank. Any traces of giddiness is sucked right out of you in exchange for bashfulness.

Vibe ruined. You felt so exposed.

“What? I’m happy. You two used to be so close growing up, and he was such a sweet kid. It’s just nice to see…” she trails off before finally taking the hint and leaving you alone to writhe in your newfound angst and embarrassment.

Your mom was right, though. You spent ample time on the Lee’s front porch growing up.

When everyone had gotten old enough to where the playing field was level, and the neighborhood kids could all get off the school bus together, it was common to hang out in a large group after school. Sometimes, this entailed sitting around and talking. Still, most of the time, this led to adventuring around the block and getting into what could only be labeled as dumb, child-appropriate shenanigans.

It didn’t take long for you to bow out of these afternoon activities in exchange for seclusion, sat at your front door doing your homework, reading a book, or maybe drawing. You didn’t want to partake in what everyone else was doing.

Hyunjae had been the one to start the unspoken tradition by randomly sitting on his porch one day instead of running out to play with everyone else. You noticed him outside, but your head is inside a book about horses, and frankly, what someone else did on their porch was none of your adolescent business.

But that day, he called you over, asking if you wanted to sit with him, and when you explained that you were reading a book, he was quick to respond, saying the same thing.

“We don’t have to talk. Just sit next to me.” That was his persuasive pitch, and it worked.

That day, you sat side by side on his front porch steps, one reading a picture book about horses and the other reading a Spiderman comic book. When he noticed you struggling to sound out an unfamiliar word, he broke the comfortable silence to help you.

That's how it started, the many sessions of keeping each other company on his wooden steps. That’s probably the true catalyst of your friendship, him calling you over and you obliging his request, sitting side by side on wooden steps instead of running around with the other neighborhood kids.

Gradually, this evolved from a mini reading club to you bringing art supplies over to paint together, him helping you with your math homework when it got tough, or even him simply reading a chapter of his library books to you with your head laid against his shoulder, eyes closed as you pictured the fictitious world that Hyunjae was describing to you.

The Lee’s front porch steps slowly became a second home to you, and as you both grew up, experiencing life in new and complicated ways, sometimes the only thing that helped you get by was sitting on those steps with Hyunjae by your side.

The coming days felt slow; your typical routine of couch cocooning left you unsatisfied, and you found yourself counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until you could walk your dogs outside. Which was silly because you were a grown adult; you didn't need to find an excuse to go out… but you did want an excuse to run into Hyunjae again.

Which again— you were a grown adult, and you could take life by the balls and knock on his front door, say hi, and invite yourself in. You weren't going to do that, but at the very least, you acknowledged that plan as a viable option: baby steps and all that.

In your defense, though, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself, and you were scared. So much has changed over the years since you’d last appropriately spoken. You had so many unanswered questions, and you felt like the elephant in the room, the elephant that you’d birthed, still hadn't been addressed… You didn’t think that you’d earned the right to rogue, unannounced visitations in the same way that Hyunjae did.

As of right now, you are settling on the waiting game. Hyunjae sent you the picture of your dog, just as he’d promised, but you haven't seen him outside since. At this point, the ball was in the universe’s court, and you hoped to be favored kindly.

Today, you decided to bring your pinning to a different location, settling on cleaning your bedroom instead of wistfully thinking about Hyunjae as you stared out your living room windows. You would give your room a real deal deep clean; organize and clean out your closet, vacuum, feather dust, wipe down your bedroom windows, and toss out anything that hadn’t been used in three years— the works.

You were moving through these tasks with music on blast, shimmying and singing along while you harbored a spray bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. No area was safe for dirt or dust in your room. You were intent on cleaning until your room was interior design magazine-level spotless, and the next inanimate victim was your window. You pushed back the curtains and drew the blinds to reveal the dusty glass pane.

Wow, this should get done more often.

You attacked the window pane with cleaning spray and started wiping, swaying to the beat of the bass-heavy song that played through your speakers, and soon you're doing more dancing than wiping. You get lost in the song, singing into the window as if you were in a music video as you run the cleaning cloth over the glass like it was a prop.

Then you notice Hyunjae standing in his bedroom window, and you halt. How long had he stood there? How much of your theatrics had he witnessed? You remove your hand from the glass, and your face twists up in humiliation.

He crosses his arms, eyebrows arching upwards, but the rest of his expression seems impassive before he finally bursts into a fit of laughter, causing you to do the same. Your embarrassment dissipates as he claps his hands to applaud you for such a lovely showcase, and you playfully bow.

This moment wasn’t the first time that one of you has gotten caught being weird in the recesses of your bedrooms by the other, but it’s been so long that you can’t help but giggle. Some things really don’t change, and you’re glad that, at this point, getting caught by Hyujnae feels the same way as it did when you were younger. No judgment, just a short shock of embarrassment followed by playfulness and laughter shared between good friends.

Hyunjae’s been back home for over a month now, and you were still… dragging your feet when it came to acknowledging the obvious. You were being stubborn, and you were starting to annoy your mother. She, so badly, wanted to play matchmaker. Yet, you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, insisting for the nth time that you did not like Hyunjae and that he did not like you. She’d roll her eyes and drop the matter, but she always muttered something under her breath. Then you’d act like you didn't hear, just like she’d act like you hadn’t spewed such a bald-faced lie.

You did like him, though. You more than liked him, and that’s what startled you most. To want someone in so many ways... The concept was so new to you, and Hyunjae made pining over him refreshing.

There were parts of it that were innocent and parts that felt like carnal desire. You wanted to talk to Hyunjae every day like you used to— to spend time with him every day, just like when you were kids. There was this familiarity in his presence that was soothing, and yet most days, he left you feeling drunk off the feelings and needs that you’d developed for him.

He was sweet, and he made you laugh, but at his baseline? Hyunjae was a flirt that left you flustered all the time.

It’s the looks he gives you, the curve at the corner of his lips when he’d notice you short-circuit from one of his sly compliments, or the intense eye contact he’d give you while you spoke. It was the way he’d playfully nudge you as you sat beside him on his porch steps, and it was most definitely the cheeky smile he'd flash at you when he was jogging around the block with his shirt off. With all of that, you were starting to look at him differently, and you found yourself appreciating him in ways that you’d never paid attention to before.

When had he gotten so irresistibly attractive? Has he always been this undeniably sexy?

He’d gotten stronger, bulkier. It only took a few shameless glances in his direction while he was outside, gearing up for a run, to notice just how toned he was. His back muscles were lean. His arms looked so firm… like he could protect you with them or wrap them around you as he drilled nothing but raw pleasure into your body. The thought alone made you shiver, and it was becoming damn near impossible to look at him in a friendly way. Exceptionally not with his lips so perfectly crafted. He had lips that could easily hypnotize you— and they did often. You’d try your hardest to focus on his words just to fantasize about how sweet and kissable his lips were.

Right now, you were stuck between reality and a daydream as you stood outside listening to Hyunjae speak. You’d crossed paths as he was coming in from a late evening jog, and you were heading out to walk the dogs. You watched the way his tongue ran along his bottom lip slowly, and then your eyes began to trail down past his bare chest. Before you could fall deeper into your thoughts, heat spread across your chin, and your face got tilted upward for you to meet Hyunjae’s gaze.

“Like what you see?” He guesses, calling you out playfully, and your reaction time is slow to it all.

You barely register getting caught as you focus on the sudden physical contact, the way his hand cups your chin firmly, and the warmth that his fingers provide to your skin. His touch lingers as you stare up at him with a facial expression displaying nothing but need. How could such a simple gesture cause you to buckle so intensely? If you tried to speak right away, you might let out a moan.

You have to take a step back to regain your composure, and your hand tightens around the leash that you're holding.

Fuck.

For a moment, you’d even forgotten all about your dogs. They needed a walk, and here you were eye fucking Hyunjae outside his childhood home. Your words are mumbled and short as you try to slink away, stepping to the side to get around him on the sidewalk.

“My bad.”

That’s all you could say. It was the lamest thing to come out of your mouth in a while, but your dogs could be your escape from such an awkward situation.

His hand grabs your wrist, though, stopping you from completing one of your little vanishing acts. You can barely hear him over your rapidly beating heart. All you can make out is that he’ll text you when to come over, and there's something else about going for a drive.

Hyunjae kept taking casual side glances your way while you sat together in his car. No one was talking, and you could tell he was gearing up to say something ridiculous. The smirk that graced his mouth was your leading indicator, and the suspense killed you. The lull in your conversation only heightened your anticipation as you tried to relax into the passenger seat, sitting silently and with thick tension.

“You never answered my question, you know.” His words come out so nonchalant that you nearly misunderstand him.

But you could play coy, too, so you take a long sip from your drink to keep him waiting.

“Hm?”

The eye roll he gives you is comical and dramatic, and he feigns offense as his hand covers his heart.

“You forgot that fast? Wow, dude. Check me out, and then forget all about it. I feel used.” Even as the words pass his lips, he’s smiling, his eyes creasing, and the rise of his cheekbones are very telling. Hyunjae just loved to see you squirm in the hot seat.

“I don’t know what— did you just call me dude?” His phrasing finally registers, and you scoff. Was this a date, or did you just get painfully friendzoned?

His eyebrows quirk upward, and the smirk along his lips turns devilish momentarily as he hums, eyes intently on your own.

“I’m sorry. Would you prefer something more forward? I could call you baby… there's also babe, angel, sunshine. Buttercup if we’re feeling frisky. Darling is a favorite of mine, but anything’s on the table, really.”

Your nose scrunches up at his blatant teasing. The man was straight up toying with your emotions. “Just f-forget about it.”

“Whatever you say, Sweetheart.”

His words bounce around the car before striking straight through you. The cup in your hand clatters clumsily into its holder as you drop it.

So much for keeping it cool.

“Ooooh, so that’s the one. I’ll remember that.” He says through a chuckle and a smug grin as he reclines further in his seat.

“You know you didn’t have to bring me all the way out here to tease me. You were doing a pretty good job from the comfort of your own home.”

You tried to sound dry and aloof, but you started to buzz with anticipation. The feelings that you’d kept hidden, albeit poorly, would be pushed and prodded to the surface, thanks to Hyunjae and his charming smile.

“That’s not why I brought you out here. I actually wanted to talk. I’ve missed you.” He admits, reaching out to touch your shoulder tenderly.

“Hyunjae. We’re neighbors. You see me every day.” You assert, facial expression going deadpan as you stare back at his unwavering flirtatious gaze.

He sighs at that, mind seeming to go to a faraway place before he speaks up again.

“It’s more than that. I miss how close we used to be. We haven’t hung out alone like this since the summer before my senior year of high school. It feels like decades have passed and…

“It felt like it happened out of nowhere. It was like one day, we were close. I’d say we were best friends, and then the next day, you woke up and decided that wasn’t the case anymore. Why? What did I do?”

There was a gleam of hurt in his eyes that caused your bottom lip to jut out as guilt struck you. Hyunjae was right. You were close. He was your favorite person, and you were his. He was ever-present throughout much of your life, and then you ghosted him. You could pinpoint the exact moment when things changed, and you’d decided to stop being his friend.

You were a teenager riddled with insecurities, and instead of talking to him about it— or talking to anyone for that matter, you’d made the conscious decision to become reclusive. You thought that you needed to detach from someone that you, for the longest time, considered was your one and only gift from the universe growing up.

You purse your lips together before opening your mouth to speak, but doubt settles and seeps into your bones. “I don’t know how to explain this without sounding dumb.”

Hyunjae shrugs, “Just say it. Dumb or not. We’ll piece everything together as a team.”

His eyes were soft, and his hand went to rest on your knee, giving you all the comfort and safety that you needed to explain yourself.

“Um… obviously, I have a crush on you, right? Like, let’s move past that fact fast.” You pause to read Hyunjae’s reaction, but he only gives you a small smile while his hand reaches for yours, lacing his fingers through your own.

“A-and… I guess I knew that even back then. I mean, yeah. I had a huge fucking crush on you back then. Oh god, it was bad. It's just as bad as it is now, honestly. But when we were in high school, I started developing all these insecurities. I started noticing that other girls looked different from me. They didn’t grow up getting used to the hospital like I did. They didn’t have these long surgical scars on their legs like mine. You remember that part of my life, right? Your mom let you visit me after my first surgery when I was super young.”

Somewhere along the way, you shifted in your seat to stare out the window as you spoke, unable to hold eye contact and show vulnerability simultaneously.

“I didn’t realize it then because I was so young… I just wanted to feel better, but my body was branded with all this trauma. The scars on my thighs documented it all. It was hard going to gym class. The locker room was awful; I’d feel so insecure, and then I’d have to think about you constantly. All the girls knew you, and they’d talk about how hot you were. All. The. Time. And because I was your best friend, they’d ask me about you all the time. I was ‘popular’ but only because they wanted something from me. I couldn’t deal with it. All these beautiful girls with perfect, flawless skin constantly asked me about the guy that I’d liked for so long.

“I could not deal with another school year being seen only as the gateway to Hyunjae. I spent that summer in my room crying and wishing that things were different. That I was different, that I'd wake up and these scars would be gone. That I could finally get the guy that I’d wanted for so long… Obviously, that never happened. So I thought that if I put you and our friendship behind me, maybe I could, at the very least, move on because why would a guy like you want someone so far from perfect.”

You did it. Hyunjae is finally caught up and no longer left in the dark. All that was left to do now was listen to his response. You feel firm hands grab at your waist, and you're awkwardly pulled out of your seat until you're straddling Hyunjae’s lap.

“Thank you for sharing all of this with me, but… is that what you really think? That I wouldn’t want you because of something like that?” He’s looking up at you with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, and all you can do is nod meekly.

“I hate that, you know. I hate knowing that you spent an entire summer crying, and I was right next door, and I didn’t know.” His hands fall to your thighs, squishing them in his hold gently as he processes all of this information.

“I can’t even joke about how down bad we’ve been for each other because right now I’m shocked.” He goes on, sighing heavily before chewing on his bottom lip.

“My mom raised me right. I can reassure you that I would never care about something like that. I know, all too well, how to appreciate and treat a good woman. You’ve always been beautiful to me, and you’ll continue to be. Always. No matter what. Those parts of you are gorgeous, too, because they’re a part of the bigger, breathtaking picture.

“I don’t want to miss out on any more time, okay?”

Before you can grace him with a response, his lips are on yours, and his hand is pressed against your back as he pushes your body closer to his.

It was the kind of kiss that made you realize just how lonely you’d been. Urgency and desire ran straight through your veins to pool at your center, and you felt like you were melting into the man below you. You could stay like this forever, straddling Hyunjae’s hips while your tongue collided beautifully with his. He kissed you like a thirsty man dying for a drink. Faint gasps leave your chest whenever he pulls away to breathe to dive back in and fuse his mouth with yours again.

So this is how Hyunjae’s lips feel. This is how it feels to be kissed by him.

You both become lost in the kiss, and his hands begin to roam. Warmth spreads across your lower back as one of Hyunjae’s hands snakes its way underneath your shirt to caress your skin, and a shiver flows up your spine. Your fingers tangle into his hair, anchoring yourself to this moment as your hips roll. That’s when you feel it.

“Oh.” You breathe out.

The tent in his pants nudges against you perfectly as you're coaxed into a steady grind by the firm hand pressed along your back.

“Feel good?” He asks, pulling away to look up at you with glossy lips and messy hair. Your nod is an eager one as you try to lean down, eyes closing as you search for his lips again while Hyunjae leans into you, pressing kisses to your neck instead.

You feel his free hand creep up to your thighs as you continue to chase after the friction his crotch provides. Your skirt slowly becomes bunched up, cool air hitting your thighs, and you freeze, shyness and insecurity washing over you.

“J-jae…” You stutter out in a whisper, grabbing his face in your hand to stop him from looking down.

There’s a look of understanding on his face, but you also see a glint of something else in his eyes. “Wanna come back to my place, Sweetheart? I can think of some ways to help you get comfortable.”

As promised, Hyunjae made you feel safe and comfortable. He asked for permission before peeling a new article of clothing away from your body each time. He litters soothing touches and gentle kisses to any freshly exposed skin as he gets you undressed fully. When you’re completely bare, he’s keen to comfort you, making a point of looking you in the eyes before sneaking a glance down to your chest briefly.

“Just focus on me, okay?” He says, voice as soft as cotton while his hand comes up to stroke the side of your face sweetly.

He leans back to take off his shirt, and even though you’ve seen him shirtless more than a handful of times, you can’t help the whine that leaves you. Your eyes trail down his toned torso and settle expectantly on his hands that fiddle with his jeans. You were about to learn something new about Hyunjae, and you were paying very close attention.

He was big, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip to stop the moan that tries to punch out of you. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as you stare blatantly at every part of him before your wide eyes finally lift to meet his gaze.

“It’ll fit.” He reassures smugly, and you roll your eyes at that.

“When did you get so cocky?” You sass through a tease as you're pushed backward onto his bedsheets.

“Don’t be jealous, Sweetheart. You’ll be full of cock soon.” He tosses back, causing you to shudder.

He hovers above you for a moment, caging your body in between his strong arms as he looks down at you with fondness in his gaze while he admires your beauty. He leans down to kiss you on the lips before moving down your body.

His lips press against every part of your body on his trek down your chest and past your stomach. When he gets to your thighs, he takes his time, closing his eyes as he kisses every spot, running his tongue along the blemishes that make you doubt yourself. He alternates his love and affection as he slots himself between your legs, nipping at one thigh before pressing a wet kiss to the other.

You feel weightless already. There's not an ounce of nervousness in your body as Hyunjae worships the parts of you that you thought you disliked the most. You felt cared for, cherished, and like you were the most enticing person in the world. The tingling sensations travel closer and closer to the apex between your thighs until you let out a gasp that quickly morphs into a whimper.

“Jae—

You're cut off by a moan as Hyunjae’s tongue swipes up your wetness in one languid motion, causing a jolt of pleasure to dash through your body. He hums into your pussy as he runs his tongue from side to side, parting your folds and tasting you hungrily before he slots your clit between his lips. You lurch forward, and he reaches one arm up to press you back into the bed, resting his hand on your stomach. He pushes your thighs farther apart with his free hand; his grip is tight around your thigh while he buries his face further into your pussy, tongue unrelenting as he sucks on your clit in tandem with the flicks of the wet muscle.

You didn’t know how to move through life after experiencing something life-altering like this. Hyunjae’s mouth made you feel unreal. His tongue could easily be labeled the 8th wonder of the world. All you could do was softly moan his name like you were reciting a prayer as he worked you over.

The bed dips as he shifts his positioning, stopping his ministrations for a minute, and when you look down, you notice just how drenched his chin is because of you, and you shyly close your legs.

“Y-you don’t have to contin—

He cuts you off by forcing your legs apart and looking up at you purposely while he settles between your thighs again.

“Why would you deny yourself something we both know you want?” He challenges, tongue sticking out to ghost over your glistening pussy, and the delicate warmth that the barely-there touch provides is enough to have you whining in need. You push his head back down, hoping he’ll just shut up and go back to town. He does, but not without having the last word.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he teases, words slurred as he tries to talk between sloppy licks. His tongue remains flat as he laps at your pussy to make you fall apart.

When you seem close, with moans flowing out of you ceaselessly, he sinks into you, tongue massaging your spasming walls as he fucks you with his mouth, and that’s all you need. Your face grows hot, and you start to quiver; your thighs begin to falter, and Hyunjae has to hold them steady with his large hands as your orgasm swallows you whole.

“Oh FUCK.”

You will never be the same. Your body throbs with pleasure, and you shake through the most powerful feeling that you’ve ever encountered in your life. You’re speaking only in incoherent babbles as Hyunjae continues to tongue fuck you until the sensation is far too much for your pussy, and you have to push him away. You look up at him breathlessly, eyes unable to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time as you come down from such an intense finish.

“God bless you, Hyunjae.” You finally say, still twitching from your nerves getting lit on fire.

“I take it I did pretty good, hm?” He points out with the cockiest grin while he wipes his chin, coating the back of his hand in your essence. His eyes drift away from your face to check you out, and his face melts into a genuine smile.

“Your body is perfect to me, by the way. Every single part of it. Every minor detail.” He reassures, voice coated in sincerity as he trails his hand along your thigh, thumb running across a faded scar.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you turn your face away from him, with a blush peppering your cheeks. “It’s your turn…” You add, letting your legs fall open for him.

“Our turn,” He corrects as he turns your face to look up at him.

“You ready, Sweetheart?” He asks while he hovers above you, and you can feel how warm and heavy he is against you, prompting you to nod your head yes.

Hyunjae sheathes himself inside you slowly, causing you to groan blissfully as your eyes fall closed. He feels so good. The stretch is just right, and as he buries himself deep inside you, it’s like you’re being split open, but in the best way. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you adjust to his girth and length. When you finally open your eyes, you're met with the sight of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“You okay, Darling?” You ask in a teasing whisper while you take in Hyunjae’s state. He looks tense, his teeth are abusing his bottom lip, and for shits and giggles, you clench around him and he hisses.

“You’re incredibly tight.” He says through gritted teeth before he exhales. He rears back, his eyes flutter closed for a moment, and you hear him curse under his breath.

“I-it’s like your pussy is choking my cock…” He mumbles before he leans down to kiss your neck and tries to press forward again. You hear him whimper softly, and it’s the most alluring sound you’ve ever heard, and it's all because of you.

“I feel good?”

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” He praises through a pant.

His hips start to roll against yours as he finds a steady pace to fuck you with, and soon his bedroom is filled with a mixture of moans and skin slapping against skin. His body weight presses you further into the bedsheets, and you feel like you’re being surrounded by love and warmth as every fantasy that you’ve ever had comes true.

Hyunjae’s strong body lays flush on top of yours, and his fingers lace through yours while he rocks into you harder with precise movements. His other arm goes under your body to tilt your pelvis upward as he begins hitting you at a new angle that pulls a cry out of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, needing him closer and deeper as you’re fucked into oblivion. Each powerful thrust has you sliding up the sheets, and your pussy clamps down on him whenever his cock drags out of you. You felt stuffed, filled to the brim, and you missed him when he reared back, leaving you nearly empty for half a second at a time.

Praises were mumbled against your skin while he plunged into you. You had the best pussy. You were doing a good job; you’re taking him so well. You felt incredible. Hyunjae’s words sent you to the edge, and all you could do was gasp and moan as you came undone. Your walls flutter and spasm as you arch your back, screaming his name out for the neighborhood to hear.

“J-Jae,” you whimper, lip trembling as Hyunjae molds your body to his fat cock.

“I know, Sweetheart… Relax and enjoy it.” He coos softly, coaching you through your second orgasm.

His hips don’t slacken; they do the opposite, speeding up as he hammers the sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly until something inside you snaps. You writhe underneath him, and your fingers tighten around his own as you fall into bliss. Hyunjae’s eyes are glued to your face as your mouth drops open, and a long, drawn-out groan leaves your body.

“That’s right, baby. Keep going.” He says through a grunt as he starts to chase his high.

He shifts, lifting you into his arms while his cock stays buried inside you. You're positioned upright, body going limp against his muscular thighs as he continues to drill into you, massaging your walls at a merciless pace. One large bicep stays wrapped around your waist, and his free hand snakes between you both to rub against your clit as if he could get you to cum a third time. You’re just a brainless lump of whimpers at this point as your head rests against his sweaty chest.

“I’m close, Sweetheart. I know you can do it again, come on, baby.” He pleaded, voice ragged as his thrusts turned desperate.

His moans get more prominent, and when you look up to meet his gaze, Hyunjae looks fucked out beyond belief, lips parted, and hair a disaster on top of his head. You muster up enough energy to kiss him on the lips, swallowing all his pretty noises and whimpering against his plush lips. You feel his hips stutter. Then heat spreads inside you, and you shake as he fills you with cum while you experience another earth-shattering orgasm.

You're both tired and sticky. The bed sheets are hardly halfway on the bed, twisted onto one side, but neither of you seems to care. You collapse onto the bare mattress with Hyunjae’s cock still hidden inside you. When he finally pulls out, your dripping pussy adds to the mess on his bed. He lays down beside you, immediately pulling you in for a cuddle.

“You’re going to stay here, right?” He asks, looking down at you with a hopeful gleam.

“Of course. Even if I wanted to go home, I couldn’t deal with a walk of shame right now. My legs don’t work. I’ll leave tomorrow afternoon when I have to walk the dogs.” You answer through a giggle.

#kvanity #lee hyunjae imagines #lee hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #the boyz oneshot #the boyz smut #lee hyunjae fic #lee hyunjae smut #the boyz imagines #tbz smut #tbz x reader #tbz drabbles #tbz imagines #tbz hyunjae #hyunjae smut

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eepop-stuffs · 1 month

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Btw here's some dope ass images and assets from the Fulla website

The polished and fancy heart swirl borders are from the reboot era version of the site. Anything with the wide heart and pastel pink/purple is from the reboot era. Before then the aesthetic was much more vibrant and more focused on a butterfly and flower motif. During the older era she used more hot pink and magenta, as well.

Still really want to know who the artist for Fulla is, maybe I could look for the rest of their possible work for the brand that way.

These are all that's left of the website since the website is mostly inaccessible through the internet archive, and almost every image asset is hard to find. The more modern website versions are extremely broken, and the most clear archive of it from the wiki is from 2006, and from the US version. The 2006 US version does have a lot of important things in it, however. It has a catalog from that time frame, one or two of the music videos, and an English translation of her theme song (which means we now have two confirmed translations, Indonesian and English)

(Above is an image of the Fulla mission statement from the website archive)

Fun fact about the mission statement: in Arabic it actually translates to "Every Arab Girl's Dream" which may be a little off bc I used Google translate but it seems simple enough that It shouldn't be too far off.

The website was advertised to have games from around 2010-11 and are labeled as "funs" on the website according to the site map URLs. None of these "funs" links lead to anything at all, as it says the website wasn't archived. I'm actually not sure whether there were actually flash games or some other type of interactive thing, but the controllers that pop up during the ad for the site leads me to believe they had at least something.

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It is confirmed that they had coloring pages, though. Once again, according to the URLs that are not archived and do not function.

This all really frustrates me because the ad never showed what the website even looked like, and the only other place that possibly (like super possibly, I don't even know if it is of the website) could have a screenshot, the fulla house playset, changed the computer sticker graphic before release, along with a lot of the other stickers being turned into random product photos instead of cute detailed artwork (which is a decision I actually despise like omg)

The only things we have are what are saved in the internet archive's dumps of archived images. Any other file doesn't really work at all.

As of now, the fulla website, no matter what time frame you pick up until 2021, had a flash loading screen that you can't get past using normal means.

I am actually so mad that I can't find anything about this. Any other major doll website is completely able to be accessed, even the winx club one which has a similar issue with the loading screen. From past experiences before the winx site's arcive apparently just stopped doing it, the loading screen would lead to a pop-up window of something else which I forgot the contents of. So that may be the issue here, but I wouldn't know what's causing it or how to fix it.

All I want is a SINGLE SCREENSHOT OR RECORDING and i will die happy...😭

Because I'm a poor little high school child I sadly do not have the means to purchase a VPN. Maybe I could just do a free trial and cancel it after I've got what I needed, but there's not even a guarantee there will even be more if I look with a VPN.

#fulla dolls #muslim dolls #lost media #Youtube

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lillythecoolest · 4 months

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Veneer x Reader In an Indie Band!

Warnings: None

Who would’ve guessed, Veneer, The pop singer that could buy 3 mansions, he’s a fan of your indie band? Yep! Even he doesn’t know how he found you, but the minute he heard you he knew he needed every single album. And of course, you’re his favorite member, your voice, your style, even the way you look in the music videos, he KNOWS he’s fallen. HARD. But he’d never go to a concert! He knows what Velvet would do.

He’d freak out if he knew you felt the same. You weren’t a big fan of pop at all, the bright colors and loud energy made your head hurt. But Veneer…He was different. His voice made your head woozy. Your members know how you feel, teasing and prodding at you to go to a concert! But you could never. He’d hate an indie artist, wouldn’t he?

“Cmon y/n, him and Velvet having a show next month at the rage dome! They actually need an opening artist, could we please?” Your member, Bea asked. “But…They’re probably looking for a pop artist. Do we look like pop?” You asked. “But they’ll even sell our albums there dude! I’m sure some people there would like us. Maybe even Veneer.” Your other member, Ezra told you. They held up the audition papers. “ACCEPTING ANY GENRE!” It wrote out in big letters. “I’ll…Let me think about it, okay?” You take the papers and walk back to your room, then you look at the picture of Veneer.

“N-Next!” Crimp called from the audition room. “Alright dude, you can do this! Just don’t look at Veneer. Or listen to his voice. Or even breathe.” Ezra said. “Get serious! It’s okay Y/N, we’ll do fine.” Bea says, patting you on the back. “I…I don’t want to do fine, I want to be the opening act.” you smiled. “That’s the spirit!” They both yelled. “Next!” Crimp called again. You all walk out and greet Velvet, then turn to Veneer, with his jaw to the floor. “Ohmygod, you’re here! I’ve loved your band for the longest time probably since it started!” He said. You pause, staring into nothingness. “YOU KNOW US!? DUUUDE, SICK! Just wait until your hear about Y/N-” Ezra continues. You look over at Velvet, who is visibly mad. After everything calms down, you finally start your song, giving it your best as the lead singer.

(just think sex bob omb /j)

Once you finish, you look down at your feet, then wipe the sweat of both nervousness and how hard you sang off your forehead. You finally look up at Veneer, who’s jaw was somehow lower then before. Then Velvet, who looked pleasingly surprised. “How was it?” Bea asked, looking pretty nervous, unlike Ezra, who had that stupid smile still on his face. “Fine. Better than I thought, actually. But no guarantee.” Velvet replied, her cocky “famous” demeanor sort of gone. “NO GUARANTEE?!” Veneer screamed, and you swear you can see him blush. “They’re preforming, no question. See you tomorrow for practice!” Veneer said as he ran off. Velvet ran after him, leaving you two with their assistant, Crimp. “Oh goodness, I don’t have a time yet…Uh, tomorrow at 9:00 next morning?” She said. But the two also left you with no words. “I think he likes you dude…” Ezra said.

8:50 the next morning, you show up at the place they said, sitting outside on the curb. “Are you sure we can do this? It’s just overwhelming knowing how many people are gonna see us.” Bea said, tuning her guitar. “I feel ya dude, I broke a drumstick from practicing so hard last night” Ezra followed up with. Soon enough, Crimp pops out, welcoming you all in. “Hello my little superstarssss! We are NAWT waisting any time!” Velvet says, obviously putting on a fake persona. She points at Bea and Ezra, looking at them with a sweet look, almost too sweet. “Too the back room with me!” “What about… What about me?” You ask. “Oh- Uh, Velvs thought it would be good for us to train together since we know each other.” He replies, obviously flustered.

After a while on training, you two start to work on stage presence. “You have to make your audience feel the song, like what emotion it gives! Try moving in a way that the song makes you feel.” He says. The song you’ve picked is bittersweet, something that doesn’t go with pop AT ALL, but it’s so different people might like it. You close your eyes and sway a bit, and then start singing. You walk around a bit, then accidentally bump into Veneer. Your eyes shoot open, and then you see. You see how close you are. Veneer smiles, making it even worse. “You’re- You’re very pretty…” you blurt out, immediately jumping off of him and running out of the room, leaving Veneer by himself, probably overheating from the intensity.

After a month of training, you guys are finally ready to do the opening performance. “Don’t worry about ANYTHING, you’ll do fine!” Veneer says, zipping up the back of your stage outfit. When you turn around to face him, his eyes light up. “Y…You look great in that…” “1 minute til you’re on guys!” Crimp says, seeing you two. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I’ll uh…Let you two have your moment…” “You got this! Break a leg!” He says, suddenly kissing your cheek. You pause. This isn’t happening, is it? You see Veneer run off, and see your friends run on. “Read- Woah, are you okay? You’re flushed, are you nauseous?” Bea says. “Ya can’t be sick now dude, I didn’t waste a month for you to be sick.” Ezra follows up with. “It’s- It’s nothing, I- I’m fine.” You stumble around, finally balancing. You breathe in and walk out.

The music ends, and you look to the audience. They start cheering so loud you can’t even hear yourself think. But one thing you can hear is Veneers distinct scream. After everything is said and done, you meet Veneer at his house. “Listen, I-I know I shouldn’t have done that so fast, but I bottled the feeling up for so long I didn’t want it to affect my performance. But I should’ve been more concerned about you.” Veneer says. “Hey- no I get that. And also…I have something to give you.” You say. “Oh- Oh yeah? What?” He says, perking up as soon as you even mention a gift. You softly kiss him on the cheek, looking at him like he looked at you.

hello! sorry I’ve been gone for over a week, I’ve been sortve burnt out, gaining and dropping hobbies n stuff, so uh here’s this :3 consider it for me being gone and my 100 follower special even though I’m at 118 followers, tysm!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

#lillythecoolest #trolls 3 x reader #velvet and veneer #trolls 3 #fanfic #veneer x reader #trolls veneer

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malenjoyer · 22 days

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Hey, Mal! I really love your art, and wanted to ask you questions as an amateur artist. How long have you been posting on Tumblr, and how long did it take before you really started to gain traction?

I’m going to ramble a bit since this is something that is kind of important to me too. I’ve been posting art for around 8 years, personally I would say for the 5 initial years, I was not good at art. I was even worse at gaining traction.

On tumblr, I did not break over 1k followers and it was really disheartening. On Instagram, I did not break over 300 followers. I know on tumblr it’s not possible to see my follower count but if you compare it to other platforms, this one isn’t that high. Don’t be discouraged if you’ve been at it for a while and it doesn’t seem like it’s going anywhere. It’s easier to say than do but.. if you really love art, even if you don’t post it for a while you should still do art.

I got a boost towards the end of 2023. I didn’t think I’d go anywhere either when I first made my twitter to post comic character fan art. (Even though I don’t think I’m going anywhere technically either. Numbers don’t guarantee anything.)

People were very generous to me and people liked my stuff. Even looking back, I would say my art wasn’t that good in 2022 when I started drawing characters. I think everything so far is reliant on luck, kindness that was given to me, and simply because I didn’t stop posting.

I don’t know any special formulas for gaining traction. I’m not a business major so I don’t actually know anything. Like, I actually don’t know that much.

My only advice for if you want to “gain traction” is to post stuff you like and enjoy. I think for the main thing for almost all of my posts is that I think people can tell when I really love something. Like BTAS, a lot of cartoony styles, I’m a huge fan of and I think people can tell.

Passionate people will be drawn to other passionate people. They can tell because they also love the things I love. And if you’re doing it for a small fandom, try not to be sad if there aren’t that many interactions.. it’s really proportional. My previous fandoms were smaller, so the interactions are smaller.

Remember to make friends in your community. (I’m not good at this since my social meter is pretty small but I still try.) It’s crucial to balancing your mental health.

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vitaminseetarot · 8 months

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Full Blue Supermoon PAC Pick a Flower: How Are You Blooming? 🧡🌸🌹💜

Hello folks and welcome back to the next chapter of my moon series, all about growing your intention over the month! I had some crazy weather and managed to get both moonrain and moonwater. The moon was SO BRIGHT outside I even attempted (poorly) to read a book underneath it. If there's collective advice I can give for all four piles, it's to get some extra sleep lol especially when full moons this bright can disrupt our schedules.

As a ritual option, if you do gather moonwater, you can consecrate it to your intent via drinking or bathing. Imagine that you're watering that which is now ready to come into full bloom. The water energy will be particularly potent since it's in the tropical sign of Pisces. It's an energy that can receive powerful insights from dreams and visions so long as one's channels are properly cleansed and cleared. If you're an artist this is a great full moon for finding a good creative idea to work with throughout the rest of the year.

Pick one of the three flowers below to find out how your seed is now flowering to its full potential during this Superbloom! Pictures provided from flowers growing in my own house and yard. Divider from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

1, Orange Daylily - 2, Mauve Musk Mallow

3, Scarlet Bee Balm - 4, African Violet

Pile 1: Orange Daylily

Five of Swords, Eight of Pentacles, Two of Cups, IX Hermit, King of Cups New Moon Eclipse - Expect Powerful Change, Virgo Moon - Trust, Everlasting Daisy - Fortitude

This tarot deck, I swear! Almost every time I use it, this frightening five of swords pops out. I used to gasp, but now I'm like "really, again?" Maybe that's a metaphor for your reading, pile 1. Big changes are on the horizon and you're shocked and overwhelmed and don't know what you're doing--relax, it's all going to be fine.

You are blooming through persistence. No matter what silly, inane situation or conflict you find yourself in, you have shown that it pays to stick to your vision and keep pushing through no matter what. It's become like a personal compass for you, leading you where you need to go when things on the outside become too confusing to mess with. You know scenes in shows where a bunch of people are fighting over something like a coveted treasure, then you see that one person in the background is quietly making their getaway with the treasure. If the others fighting could stop and think for a second, they'd realize that you're already several steps ahead of them.

I felt the Hermit card long before I even pulled it, so the general advice here is as simple as: keep doing what you're doing! You may not see where you want to be right now but you're success will be guaranteed once you've made it. You're being asked to trust in the process for now. If you need to hide yourself away in order to focus, then keep doing it. You need to be mindful with how you spend your energy, and petty quarrels are the biggest energy drains. Getting too many other minds involved in the process is only going to bog you down, and not with cranberries. There's already a lot going on, so give yourself chances to disconnect.

Eventually, you'll be able to reconnect again, from a healthier place. Isolation is meant to help you, not remain a staple feature in your life. Sometimes we have to step away from people in order to enjoy the time spent with them again. Absence makes the heart fonder and all that. Your sense of light and joy is the key here. Does being alone make you feel more at ease, or does spending time with someone you care about? Daylily is named for their flowers which only bloom for one day before falling away. Orange Daylily is especially optimistic. It's asking you to take it one day at a time. A day for this, a day for that.

Soon, you will come to a place where you can feel more emotionally centered and your boat won't get rocked so easily. King of Cups isn't a rock, he lets himself feel tenderly and passionately, he lets others feel before him, but he doesn't let those feelings consume or overwhelm him. Don't be in a pressure to be that kind of person at the moment. You don't have to act emotionally above it all, or like you're only there to absorb the conflict. You can be King of Cups for your own sake, when you're ready to handle it. For now, quiet persistence is one way you can create emotional boundaries while you're undergoing shifts in your life.

Pile 2: Mauve Musk Mallow

Six of Wands, X Wheel of Fortune, I Magician, Eight of Cups, XIII Death Full Moon Aquarius - Show the World the Real You, Libra Moon - Sympathise, Gardenia - Awareness

I really liked the initial energy of this pile. You must have done something right! Because of your particular talents, and staying true to yourself as well, you were able to accomplish something that would have seemed impossible ages ago. It's like you're striking lucky somewhere in your life. I sense whatever this luck was varies so much because I'm not getting details as to what. The focus seems to be more on your sudden boost of confidence. It may begin to feel like things are finally starting to work out in your favor.

You are blooming through serendipity. This chance will spark a light in you to have more fun with your life. The Musk Mallow can represent playfulness, but mallow plants are notorious for their soothing capabilities. It's offering relief on the pressure valve a little so you can come back into balance with yourself again. However, this luck is not intended to last. It's there just enough to support and push you into a more positive direction, but it's not something to fall back on hoping there will no longer be worries. Allow yourself to enjoy the success but don't let it get to your head.

I think in order to receive this opportunity, you'll need to let go of something, maybe just for a little while like a break. It could be other opportunities that are tempting you or some blockage getting in the way. I get a sense for many of you that you may need to spend less time with certain people even if temporarily. This is in order to focus and allow the best possible outcome. The people you would be distancing will likely be people who don't support you or have the best intentions for your future. Don't entertain those who try to put you down for your successes. It may suck if this is a close friend or family member, but a true friend will stick around for you even if you suddenly get swept up in something good, even if you have to undergo radical change to make it possible.

Either way, I see you taking on this opportunity with a high chance for further success if you can keep your head in the game. Stay vigilant and don't rest now while the iron is still hot--strike! Take a moment to feel good about yourself without shame. It's okay to feel bad if some can't necessarily share with you in that success. It doesn't mean you have to let them drag you down with negative attitudes. You're doing your own thing, here.

Pile 3: Red Bee Balm

Ten of Pentacles (Rv), VI Lovers, Nine of Swords, XIV Temperance, Ten of Swords Third Quarter Moon - Adjustments Are Required, Aries Sun - Assert, Orange Blossom - Enthusiasm

This might be a specific message for some: are you planning to come out of the closet to anyone close to you, like family members? Or you could be disclosing a delicate secret to them about something like a choice you've recently made? Whatever it is, it has you feeling in a bit of a tangle. This is something that's been bugging you for a while and you're at the point where you're willing to step it up and change.

You are blooming through authenticity. You're coming into a place where you feel more real with yourself, and more aligned with your decisions. You're seeing yourself for who you are, with all the cultural and religious baggage at the side for now. Through that, you're able to expand your awareness on what it is you want out of life. Maybe you'd rather move than stay where you are, or change college majors, maybe you'd rather get a pet fish than a pet hamster. You have to know who you are to know what it is you want. Funny how it doesn't always work the other way around. Wants can be fickle but you're learning to balance the different perspectives.

If this choice means leaving behind values that have been passed down to you for ages, it may not necessarily be easy. It may not always involve stripping away it all. You don't have to throw the baby out with the bathwater, if you're just looking to give the child better soap. You can leave behind that which is only pulling you away from your authentic self. The rest is fluff. Tropical Aries Sun starts off spring season, reminding you that for every end you have the ability to create a new and better beginning with enthusiasm.

Be gentle with how you address this information to the outside. You may likely encounter opposition with your choices, especially those who would rather treat you like a child. Assertion is not the same as aggression, remember. We sometimes get caught up in our heads, believing everyone who's against us will always be fervently against us, which isn't always so. People can always change their minds and open up. It's not in your power to push them through that door, you can only keep the door open and point the signs in that direction. If they sting you, Bee Balm's medicine will be there with you, easing the pain and cheering you on for your commitment to yourself.

Pile 4: African Violet

Knight of Pentacles, Five of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, Eight of Cups (Rv.), Nine of Pentacles New Moon Cancer - You and Your Loved Ones Are Safe, Leo Sun - Create, Azalea - Temperance

Wherever it is in life you're focused on most, you've been diligently chipping away at it for some time. It feels like the right strike to hit gold is close. You're hoping that once you do, things will smooth out again and you can breathe. Every now and then, though, there comes a time where you have to stop where you are at in the present and breathe. As you do, notice everything going on around you and the amazing things currently at your table.

You are blooming through gratitude. It's not a typical message you get with the sad five of cups, but sometimes we have to look closely. The girl depicted clearly feels close to the seal, and they're able to bond over good times together even when dark uncertain times have crossed them. They're able to remember what was special, which any sadness on the surface can't erase. The two cups standing represent gratitude and hope. You're able to see that you've come a long way, and though there's much to still do, you can take the time to enjoy what you've accomplished so far. There's a bittersweet feeling to it, though, like you're not sure if you want to stop and mull for too much or you might feel too hard about what's been missed or left behind long ago.

Is there a worry over how loved ones around you might be reacting to your growth? This spread is signalling that you've already come so far, so there's no fret in slowing down and making time to spend with others. Family doesn't have to mean literal family, it refers to whomever you call "home". It could be your one dog and a studio apartment and I'd say "yes, take your dog on an extra walk today, not just cause they're a good dog but because you need this time to decompress and your dog wants to help you." Whether people in your life are under or over reacting, it doesn't have to affect your sense of gratitude for your progress. Maybe they're giving you no support for your efforts, or they're being overbearing to where you feel like they're actually pushing you away from what you're doing, but you're the Queen of Pentacles here, happily receiving from the Nine of Pentacles. The gratitude is in your mindset and how you approach it.

There's also one more separate advice, pile 4. Don't let your family discourage you from what you're making. Please don't toss away whatever it is you're working on now. Leo Sun wants you to be bold, open, and creatively expressive. Find a way to balance between working on it and getting feedback from everyone else. African Violets love that you care for family, but feels you could do without the smothering effect neglecting your growth. There's a time and a place for everything. Just make sure you're taking care of yourself in the meanwhile.

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next // previous

august 17, 2021 3:00 p.m. yonsei university

[grant] did your dad apologize for being a dick, though?

[henry] of course. he was a good person and realized he was being a bit weird. he just hated noise. i think he'd have been happy to be born with a set of noise-canceling headphones attached to him.

[grant] except maybe he liked your mom’s noise from that day forward!

[henry] he did, but even if he hated it, he was probably glad to have hers back after a while. almost half the time they dated, they didn’t even live in the same country.

[henry] my mom worked at an art shop somewhere in seoul, and my dad had this sweet gig working at a museum in paris while getting a doctorate and doing some traveling, visiting art museums on every continent. he got the doctorate, but gave up the job to come back and marry my mom.

[henry] and she won out, to be honest. him teaching here was a prestigious position, and his family are pretty well off because they're in banking and all, so she got to quit her job after marriage, have me, and just sculpt for fun.

[grant] that’s the dream, right?

[henry] i think so.

[grant] it’s nice to be genuinely in love but also to support each other’s passions, too, whether that's helping them pursue a job or a hobby. i mean, that’s everything. that's the deepest form of connection. oh yeah, definitely the dream.

[henry] for sure. there wasn’t much for my mom to help with because she was never wealthy and her parents weren’t either, but she was a huge moral support. she was my dad’s biggest fan. sometimes getting a doctorate sucked, and he wanted to quit, but it was hard to quit with her on the sidelines cheering.

[henry] that’s like me and soobin. not much i can do on the money front because i'm not rich and i won't take money from my parents, and i couldn’t help with her medical school because i'm a certifiably terrible student, but i can be and am her cheerleader.

[henry] and i may not have been a photographer without her. being an artist is the worst career choice unless someone else has money to throw at the bills. and i make an okay salary! i have solid clientele booking all year long, but i don't charge what i "should" because i feel wrong asking too much money to do wedding photos and all. that shit's expensive - i'll take a small cut off the going rate so they get all they want for the big day.

[henry] besides, the one thing in life that makes me nervous is clients being unhappy. everything else about a wedding goes away except the photos. if they're unhappy, i'd rather the pricing not be an extra issue, you know? at least let it be a cheap mistake.

[grant] but you would have still pursued this, right? i can’t imagine you not at least trying it out. you have always been set on some kind of photography as a career. even when you were having a crisis around college graduation about whether you should pursue high-brow art or something very human and realistic like you do now, you never questioned if photography was your truth.

[henry] i would have. i've always known it was my goal. i just think the financial stress may have worn me down eventually if she wasn’t willing to shoulder an extra share of the burden. like i said, charging people themselves is a strange thing, and you just never know what can happen. sure, i did end up with a good brand through putting myself out there on social media, but that was no guarantee.

[henry] if that hadn't worked out, i'd have been in trouble. and when you don't have a lot of clients or reach, you have to be conservative and sometimes that hurts you on growth. blah blah blah. point is, i owe soobin a lot, both for financial support and her total faith in me.

[grant] well, teamwork makes the dream work and all that!

[henry] hey, you're part of the team, too. there's no one else i'd rather call at 3AM asking to check the red balance on my pictures because everything looks green to me. and as it turns out, having a friend with a massive family who host many events requiring photography is excellent for clientele building.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #LORE DUMP LORE DUMP WOOHOO #also in terms of characterization henry's mom is very new but idc i literally love her!! xoxo #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: henry

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I gave my Patroclus curly hair and, as a fellow member of the "naturally curly hair" club, I wondered what it would be like to come back from the fight with some parts covered in blood. Really, in Patroclus' place, I would look forward to a bath at the same time as I would regret in advance the amount of time I would spend just on my hair (and in his case, a beard too). That's why he looks so sulky here lol

Armor

I remembered that Achilles' second armor (the one made by Hephaestus) was highly described, but I didn't remember the first one. So I went back to the scene where Patroclus wears it (Book XVI) to get a clue and there is a description, although short: the breastplate was made of bronze and had stars, the ankle cnemides were adorned with silver, the helmet had a horse's plume and the shield was huge. It's mentioned that Patroclus also took a bronze sword with silver ornaments, but I cannot say whether it belonged to Achilles as well. The Iliad clearly says that although Achilles is primarily a spear user, Patroclus did not take his ash spear with him because of the Achaeans only Achilles could lift it (it was a gift from Chiron to Peleus). As you may have noticed, this still leaves a lot of detail out, so the rest I made up from imagination.

I'll make it clear now that none of the armors in my drawing really matches Mycenaean times, they're more like "resembling" Mycenaean times. But in my defense: I've never seen anyone use the Mycenaean armor design when drawing the Trojan War characters either! In theory, it would look like this (although obviously we consider that this piece is old and has already been greatly altered by external conditions until it was found):

Dendra armor. See here.

So I tried to improvise to still get something close to the things I found, but that's it: I still doubt that my drawing is accurate, so let's use artistic freedom.

I was a little inspired by this vase, taking the Mycenaean tunic from it and the clothes decorated with fringes. Another site has attempts at reconstructing Mycenaean armor, which is convenient. Even more convenient is that the site indicates by name who is wearing whose armor (it also has Agamemnon, Odysseus, Diomedes, Hector and others from armies instead of specific characters). There are two versions for Achilles, but both are Hephaestus' armor, so neither is what I was looking for. I used a little of each for inspiration.

However, I still simplified the design instead of copying the reconstruction because I'm not much for drawing very detailed things. I'll probably change it more often, since here I only managed to draw the chest part due to the framing and the pose. And because it's after a battle, not even the helmet is present. So, I didn't do the entire armor design all at once, but rather "chopped it up". Result: I can't guarantee that I will keep what I already have because I don't know if it will be harmonious with the rest when I design it.

As for Achilles' hairstyle…well, truth be told! I've seen male characters being represented with a bun, as is the case with Apollo, but there is a catch: these representations of Apollo do not follow the Mycenaean period! From the Mycenaean period, you can tell that men had long hair, but I imagine by that they mean something more like at most chest length (average, at least). But my Achilles has hair so long it almost goes down to his butt. As a bonus, it's voluminous! It's a very impractical amount of hair, it can't be left loose. I could make a ponytail like Patroclus' (there's even a representation of Achilles with a ponytail), but I think with that size it wouldn't be enough because it's still easy to get in the way, so a bun and an accessory that helps move the bangs away. Of course, this would conflict with the helmet, but that's precisely why it's a low bun. From the images I saw, this part of the head was uncovered.

As for Patroclus, we have no description of an armor he wears other than Achilles' as far as I can remember. In other words, his armor had to be entirely invented, but I still used the same sources to get an idea of how to do it. I admit that I considered doing something generic for him, with the internal justification that he's neither a prince nor a king, so it wouldn't be so unrealistic and I would save time on this drawing too! But then I thought to myself if it would make sense with Achilles' character to not find a way to put Patroclus in a good armor and I came to the conclusion that it wouldn't make sense, so here we are. It took some work, but I'll tell myself that my man Patroclus deserves his non-generic armor too. And since he also has long bangs, I also had to add something to keep it out of his sight.

#tagamemnon #IK #patrochilles #the iliad #epic cycle #patroclus #achilles #achillesxpatroclus #patroclusxachilles #greek mythology #digital art

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Okay these tags on this post reminded me of a HoO/TOA thing that I complain about a lot but I don’t think i’ve ever elaborated on here:

[Image ID: Tags from @fr0zenpepsi reading - “#and jason fUCKING DIES before he even get fixed like #you dont know how excited i was when the diorama thing was mentioned like #make him artistic too!! make him be into architecture too! #and he plays lacrosse???? #like his character has sooo much potential yet hes just a boring white guy :< #thats prolly why his death is pretty lame #it meant a lot to the plot but like do we even know who we lost?? #more than half of the fandom doesnt even like him bc hes just so plain :/ #also hazel is a queen and i love her shes literally the best” /end ID.]

One of the big issues I take with both HoO and TOA is that literally every death in both series feels cheap because death has lost consequence. For the majority of HoO it’s at least somewhat still of a risk, but even things like Tartarus feel extremely lackluster when we actually encounter them - Tartarus especially after we saw how much it affected Nico, but then Percy and Annabeth’s plot armor kind of negates all of the threat and it feels like they don’t actually experience much more than their usual threats down there or that it has any lasting effect on them. And after Leo’s “death” we’re basically solidified into “Death has no consequence” because we just finished a series with at least SIX INSTANCES of major or minor protagonist-aligned characters notably directly cheating or miraculously avoiding death (Jason, Hazel, Gwen, Frank, Jason again, Leo), not including also miscellaneous minor antagonists. Which is aggravating because you can make a “Hey, these characters can’t die!” plot work, especially if that’s the root problem they’re trying to solve! It does work in TLH and SoN! And we’ve even seen it before in Battle of the Labyrinth when Percy fights his half-brother!

But HoO basically nullifies all consequence the characters face from MoA onwards and post-BoO “death” carries no weight, because by this point we have so many excuses to get around it or avoid it or come back from it that who cares! And this continues to be a thing post-TOA! Even just in the plot summary of Chalice Of The Gods we’re introduced to YET ANOTHER “Cheat death!” item! And I’d bet we’re gonna get one in TSATS too cause we’re almost guaranteed to see Damasen again, and the like one singular myth that exists referencing Damasen also specifically mentions an herb called “the flower of Zeus” that can revive things from the dead.

And it’s extra annoying because in TOA we keep getting character deaths shoved in our faces and told we should care about them, but either they’re characters we have little to no emotional connection to (such as, like, All Of Camp Jupiter in Tyrant’s Tomb when the camp is threatened and we’re told we should care, but we’ve barely seen the camp at all besides beginning of Son of Neptune and beginning of Mark of Athena, and the only living characters we get to actually see in Camp Jupiter from before TOA are Gwen, Dakota, Don the Faun, and our HoO protagonists.)

And Jason’s death is particularly annoying because a.) He’s essentially cheated death twice already [Piper bringing him back from either death or near-death when he accidentally witnessed Hera’s true form, and then his whole spear injury that was slowly killing him but was healed with [checks notes] the power of friendship], and b.) the scene DIRECTLY PARALLELS HIS FIGHT WITH MIDAS. Which, you know, he WON. VERY EASILY. And you can’t even argue “oh but this time Piper and Apollo were right there so he couldn’t have done the same thing!” because PIPER AND LEO WERE THERE WITH MIDAS. Heck, so was Lit! Who also survives and comes back in TOA! So not only is there no excuse for Jason to have not somehow miraculously avoided death (alongside every other TOA character, basically), but he SHOULDN’T HAVE DIED IN THE FIRST PLACE because THAT’S NOT A FIGHT HE SHOULD HAVE LOST! Him losing that fight is directly contrary to what we know about his character! And “he shouldn’t have lost that fight and died” doesn’t feel tragic here, it’s just aggravating! It’s just bad writing! And there’s no way around it because nobody cares about characters dying by that point in the series anyways because it doesn’t mean anything! We’ve had too much random death fodder in HoO (like the Hunters) directly alongside characters experiencing little to no consequence when they should from their experiences (Percy & Annabeth in Tartarus, literally every character nearly dying, etc.). The only characters we do see experience any kind of lasting consequences from near-death experiences are Hazel having blackouts in Son of Neptune (which are magically erased by Mark of Athena) and Nico being heavily implied to be permanently physically disabled after Tartarus (which is half-ignored when not plot relevant in TOA and completely ignored in the short story Un Natale Mezzosangue, which gives me reason to suspect it will also be ignored in TSATS). Not to mention Frank’s curse is also randomly erased in Tyrant’s Tomb, which is extra stupid because by following the logic of that scene his curse should have been lost back in Son of Neptune when he freed Thanatos, because he was using his curse for the same exact reasons with the same exact mindset. He literally did his character arc twice. Whatever.

HoO and TOA are just such a mess writing-wise of Rick trying to haphazardly incorporate as many myths as he can with zero attempts at cohesiveness that it doesn’t make any sense (I invite you all to read just the Team Statue chapters of BoO and take a moment to process how absolutely nonsensical it is) and he fails to consider the consequences of including certain myths, both in terms of how their aspects will impact the larger plot and also the historical context behind those myths and if how they’re being applied is offensive.

TL:DR: Jason’s death is stupid from literally every angle and HoO and TOA have a problem with literally any kind of narrative consequence.

#riordanverse #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #toa #trials of apollo #jason grace #meta #long post #fr0zenpepsi#sorry to hijack your tags lmao #i just have a lot of thoughts on why Jason's death is lame and i 100% agree with you the fact that we barely *know* Jason is part of it #ergo the same problem in Tyrant's Tomb when we're literally just told we should be sad about all these background death fodder romans #but we've only seen Camp Jupiter like twice up until that point so there's literally no reason for us to be emotionally attached to anything #like. oh nooo CJ's in trouble.... why do we care?#CHB we care about because it's a major setting we see often and we've developed a connection to #if we had another series focusing on just the romans then it'd probably be different and we'd care a *lot* about CJ #but we. don't. so we don't. and putting CJ in any kind of peril is meaningless #not that the peril TOA puts on CHB is actually anything at all either. in Hidden Oracle it's at most the same peril as the desert in TTC #and it gets nullified extremely quickly with even less tragedy. its downright humorous actually. which is almost worse #and then same thing in ToN when the demigods fighting in the building are literally being treated like theyre on a field trip #this is supposed to be the BIG FINAL BATTLE and the forces of CHB are... a bunch of 12 year olds playing?#honestly HoO and TOA almost feel like Rick got scared of actually having CHB be threatened and so turns to humor instead #and so every fight that happens there post-first series feels like it's not being taken seriously #or that it's extremely rushed. or both. and fights involving the majority of camp doesnt actually put the campers in danger #like okay Camp Jupiter gets a zombie apocalypse and tons of death.#CHB? the kids go on a field trip to beat up the Tri's lackeys and nobody gets even seriously injured #besides the characters who arent campers or like. our protagonists get a little thrown around but thats it.

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Mod Shit, I get it if you don’t post this one for reasons that are about to be obvious, but re the $900 Fooling. (I agree it’s superior to the 20K Grem and most Chams, but with a single colored winged dog with a halo, that’s not saying much. At least Lu is going to do extra art due to the high price, more than what a lot of CS owners would do…)

When it comes to high-cost CS, I often hear shit like, “support artists!” and “they gotta eat, too”, “get that coin!”. Or whatever excuse. Mother fuckers spend shittons on CS designs. You aren’t supporting shit. You’re buying into clout and manipulative FOMO tactics. OK, yeah, someone’s making rent or whatever, but admit it: if that $900 Fooling (or whatever) wasn’t a CS, you’d be cackling at the person who bought it.

CRICKETS when artists who don’t use manipulative FOMO tactics put out comms or adopts. Sometimes even relatively popular artists struggle. So much for supporting artists, right?

I want to use this opportunity to show you what $900 can get you in art if you’re so inclined to kick clout-chasing to the curb, but still want to shake dollars at artists. The artists I’ve selected are random faves of mine and I’m not affiliated with them. They’re chosen to give you an idea of what you could get for $900 instead of a fucking dog.

sariyaart on Carrd: $900 is almost certainly going to get you a painted full body. PAINTED. As in, fully-rendered, in a mostly-realistic style.

Aspeneyes on Weebly: $900 will get you a full illustration since these start around $400

Nebquerna on Carrd: $900 could get you two or three concept sheets or custom designs

BlindCoyote: $900 is about enough for a full illustration, and definitely enough for a shaded colored sketch

Godbirdart: $900 will get you a full illustration

I know we often compare prices of stuff other than art to demonstrate what a rip off CS is. I think it’s even more demonstrative to compare prices (and quality!) to what other artists do. The artists I’ve listed above are professional freelancers, by the way, either part time or full time.

I remember someone once joking that the 20K thing was all Caravan’s fault because no artist could be expected to produce work good enough to justify that amount of money. Aside from the fact that the artist shouldn’t fucking take that money, then, and show some integrity, I guarantee you any one of those artists above would produce something spectacular. Hell, at that price, they’d probably agree to some sort of commercial rights.

But yeah, $900 for a dog with wings and a halo is totally at the same level of these other artists.

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a note to add to this is that cs often artificially inflate value with traits and artificial scarcity while also actively undervaluing other artist’s. they’re even aware that the artificial scarcity is the highest reason people buy since it’s developed this toxic mindset that no one else can have the same idea. if people can make the same thing then they won’t buy theirs, not because people might buy from the merit of their work but because they slapped on so many labels such as ‘official’ and ‘rare traits’

have the gall to cry about having to make so many adopts on a base while people who buy them draw entire fullbody drawings with backgrounds for 5 pieces of artificial currency

most cs are so deathly afraid of making things easy to get because it’s hyped up by the artificial scarcity. would cypherus grems be as tempting if people could just make one? would a cow girl oc perk your interest as much if it wasn’t followed by ‘biia-made mal’accilin’? these artists are genuinely skilled and talented and DO deserve a high degree of respect skill-wise to get where they are, but they grow themselves higher by pushing others down and that’s just not right

#submission #general #help

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AHHHH I READ UR HYUNE FIC IT WAS TOOO FREAKING GOOD UR SO AMAYZANG ALSO CANI REQUEST PLS PLS PLS can i have lee chan ler everyone pls

I’m going on a rampage with Lee Chan rn it’s tooo good I’m adoring it 😚 thank you for the request! And I’m SOO glad you liked the Hyune one! <3

< Make Up, Makeup! >

[Lee! Chan]

[Ler! SKZ]

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Skizji was discussing the best way to do Chan’s makeup for his Wolfgang performance. It was towards the end of the year and one of their biggest performances yet, making or breaking the end of their year and public view as a group. Needless to say, Chan as the leader was scared shitless about how it could go.

It all had to be perfect. The performance, the styling, the facial expressions, the lighting, the music… and especially the makeup. Skizji spent hours trying to figure out the best way to compliment his makeup to his clothing style. That is, having almost no clothes at all.. at least on his torso.

He was wearing an open wolf hair coat that hung from his shoulders, a single chain across the top at his chest to hold it together. Since his entire torso would be exposed, it needed some work to be done on it. They had to practice it now before the actual day of.

“Chan, we were thinking some sort of lightning strikes across the center of your abdomen for it to reflect with the light on the stage” A staff member suggested to a frustrated Chan.

“No that won’t look good. Lightning has nothing to do with the performance.” Chan said sternly.

The kids were in the breakroom along with the staff and Chan, listening to them bicker back and forth about what would look good and what wouldn’t.

“Yes, but it may be the best thing to do considering we won’t have too much time that day and it can’t be something too intricate in case-“

“No. It just doesn’t fit it. Can’t we try something like wolves eyes or fur or something?!!” Chan suggested.

“That’s too intricate and detailed, it just wouldn’t work out in the moment” Skizji tried their best to explain the situation to Chan, but his frustration and stress was getting the best of his attitude at the moment.

Staff sighed and looked to one another. “Well, we have a few days before the performance. Maybe you all can discuss what may or may not look best for the day of” Skizji said to nobody in particular. They quietly exited the room as Chan sighed and went to sit down on the floor.

The rest of the members just looked at each other in awkward silence, unsure of what to really say. They were dispersed around the room on couches, the floor, and really on top of one another. They just silently stared at Chan.

“So… no lightning huh” Han said, earning a smack to the arm from Lee Know.

“What are we even gonna do..” Chan said while grabbing at his hair.

“Hey there’s, like, a week left until the show. There’s plenty of time to figure something out” Changbin said.

“It just needs to be good, better than good” Chan said.

“It’ll be good just give yourself time to think it over and find the best choice-“

“There isn’t time is the problem. This show is one of our biggest and it’ll bite us in the ass soon if we don’t figure out the makeup for my very important stage part and-“

“Okay. Fine. Then let us do it” Seungmin said, standing up off the couch.

“What?”

“You heard skizji, they said to let us pick something out, so let us! Hyunjin’s an artist, there may be actual potential there” Seungmin suggested.

“I’m not guaranteeing anything but I can try my best” An eager Hyunjin said.

“No that’s stupid. You guys don’t even know what you’ll make, there’s no point-“

“Oh shut up just take the damn shirt off and let us try” Lee Know told Chan.

“No. It’s dumb and gonna waste time and materials.”

“You’re dumb and wasting time and your voice. Come on” Seungmin said to the members as they got up and made their way over to Chan on the floor. IN went ahead and got a towel and some tissues while Hyunjin got the body paints.

“NO! They said DISCUSS what may look best, not to actually do it.” Chan said while scooting back away from them.

“Guuuys” Felix said while holding a long black strip of cloth, “they cut this off a tank top a while ago. I’m thinking blindfold” he said smirking.

“Absolutely not. What. No, Lix” Chan laughed at his idea but was getting gradually more annoyed by the members’ commitment to actually doing this, “put all the stuff away because it’s not happeni-“

Changbin and Lee Know suddenly jumped at Chan’s arms, each grabbing one wrist and stretching it out all the way to the side. Despite Chan’s efforts to keep them by his side, Bin and Minho were eventually sat comfortably on his wrists.

“You don’t want me to see or move?!” Chan said, irritated, “how bad is the makeup gonna turn out?!”

“Hey! That’s mean. We haven’t even started” Minho said with a quick scribble to his side.

“DOhon’t, quihit asshole”

“Oooh this is bad for you Chan” Bin giggled.

“Wait no I think this is a bad idea, let me up, please” Chan began to look nervous after Minho reminded him of his extreme sensitivity around his torso, especially with brushes. He tried to wiggle his way away or pull his wrists back but nothing was working.

“Oh my God. Fine. Just do the damn makeup” Chan said while trying to look annoyed when in reality he was nervous as shit anticipating what he knew was gonna be a long and loud laughing fit.

Han went up behind him unexpectedly and put the black strip around his eyes.

“There we go” he pat his head lovingly.

Hyunjin took a seat on Chan’s waist while the rest of the members sat around his torso area, paints ready and brushes in hand.

“Okay so, first step of the artistic process is sketching. I brought this black graphite chalk thingy to help us since it’s easy to draw on skin with. We could try to sketch out a rough idea” Hyunjin spoke.

“CHALK?! Will that not hurt..?” Chan said.

“No it won’t just let us do the work, relax and take this time to nap or something”

That’s gonna be really hard.. Chan thought, terrified.

Each member grabbed a piece of the graphite and got to work. Bin and Minho, still sat on his wrists, began to trace vines from his wrist down to his shoulders. Chan immediately tensed up and made fists.

“Yah! His veins are popping!” Lino laughed, “I could literally just trace these” he said as he went over his veins with the chalk.

“QUIHIT” Chan tried to pull at his arm as the leaned the opposite direction of Lino’s attack, later leaning in his direction as Changbin began to scribble the chalk right where his elbow met his underarm.

“STOP STOHOP” Chan yelled in a futile attempt to keep a straight face.

The members all looked at each other with the same idea in mind. Stressed nervous Chan + him being trapped and blindfolded + them having painthrushes and all the time in the world = Destressing Chan time.

“Hey Chan hey Chan how does this feel” Seungmin said as he traced down straight down his torso from his neck to his bellybutton.

The entire 5 second trip was excruciating.

“NAHAO WAIT SEUNGMIN STOHOP HEHAAHA” Chan laughed loudly while kicking at the floor behind Hyunjin. It didn’t help that Seungmin dragged the chalk slowly and at times would vibrate it into his abs.

“Oooo let’s trace the abs so we know what we’re working around” Felix said mischievously. He was one of the few that knew of Chan’s extreme sensitivity around his sides and chest area, and was determined to not let this moment go to waste.

“Fehehelix?!?!” Chan said, betrayed.

“Yes?” Felix said as he grabbed two bits of the chalk and began tracing around his abs.

“QUIHIT STOHop stop PLEHEASE I won’t live throhohough this AHA” Chan yelled out.

“Ooo Felix I think you messed up a bit on this part, here I brought a towel” IN said, handing Lix a small white towel he’s brought along with a cup of water to clean up any errors. The towel was soft yet had a spiky-rough texture… perfect.

“Thank you IN! I actually did mess up around his sides a bit didn’t I…”

“YOU DIHIDN’T EVEN DRAW ON MY SIDES YEHET?! Oh my GOHOD LEE KNOW QUIHIHIT, AAAHH” Chan screamed as Lee Know got a little too close to his underarm and he scrunched up his neck and legs.

“HAHAHA” Lee Know laughed at him, “look at him kicking awww” he cooed.

Meanwhile Lix was wetting a corner of the towel and spinning it around for it to have a sort of corner to it. While Chan was focused on his arms, Felix went ahead and dug the towel into his lower ribs and shook it back and forth.

“NeaAHAHAHAHA FEAHAHAHA FELAHAHA NOOAHA” Chan screamed.

He tried to turn his torso the other way until Hyunjin began to scribble his fingers on his other side and ribs.

“HYUAHAHA NO PLEHEASE STOHOAHAAPAHA” He threw his head back.

Han, sat behind Chan’s head, lifted it and put it in his lap as he sat criss cross under it. He then began to flutter his fingers across the top of Chan’s shoulders and collarbones, driving him insane.

“EEAAHAHA NOOAHAhaha plehease eeEAAHAHaha” He squealed as he tried to shake the feeling off his chest.

“Guys, this is crucial to the artistic process. We all must draw the same design at the same time. I will do it first to demonstrate” Hyunjin said, grabbing some chalk, “this is called ‘stipling’ and it’s used to make kinds of abstract paintings. It takes forever since it’s a lot of tiny dots, but we could all try it for practice!”

“NOHOHO DO NOHOT TRY IT” Chan begged, “what design are youho guys even DOHAHAHING?!”

“Oh we’re still on a specific design? I just kinda hoped it’d look good in the end to be honest” Seungmin said.

“WHAT?! AHAHAA MINHO” Chan yelled as Lino, again, attacked his underarm.

“Okay let me demonstrate first” Hyunjin said. He grabbed a chalk and began to tap tap tap it around Chan’s bellybutton, making sure to vibrate it in certain spots.

“Youho are awful” Chan said. While it wasn’t that bad yet, the feeling of something coming down onto his stomach over and over again had his nerves hypersensitive, and the fact that they were all gonna be doing it made it 10x better worse.

“See? Easy. Everyone get to work!” Hyunjin clapped.

At once, the 7 began to tap on some part of Chan’s torso. Arms, neck, collarbones, abs, sides, anywhere and everywhere.

While the feeling in itself wouldn’t have been terrible had the kids done it normally, this wasn’t the case since Seungmin chose to dig the chalk into the spaces between his ribs while IN mischievously grabbed 2 and tazed his sides with them. Not to mention the rest of the members sneaking their wiggling fingers onto the canvas.

“NAAHAHAHA PLEHEASE GUYS GUHUHUYS I CAHEHE SHIHIHIT�� Chan loudly laughed his beautiful laugh as the attack went on.

“Ay, watch that language” Felix said as he squeezed his hips.

“Okay my artists I think we’re ready for the next step” Hyunjin clapped his hands together.

Chan was already panting hard, tears formed and his torso had its nerves on fire. He wasn’t sure how he’d survive actual brushes.

“Waihit guys no let’s leave the rest for ahanother dahay” he tried to say sternly but instead came out all giggly and embarassed.

“Awww is he just now realizing he can’t take it” Han teased.

“Noho no no there’s still so much to do how about we work on thahat first and then-“

“Mmm no. There’s time. Later. Now you suffer” Hyunjin said matter-a-factly as he handed each member a different brush from the pack staff had handed him. Some were long and rectangular, others were softer and more flimsy, some were super long and thin… perfect!!

“I brought the makeup brushes too, they’re not made for body paint but we could use power to do shading!” IN suggested.

“That’s an amazing idea IN” Felix clapped.

“Okahay finish up…” Chan whispered.

“Patience patience” Lee Know said as he wiggled a makeup brush on his nose. Chan yelped and shook his head side to side, Changbin giggling at him.

“S- stohop! MINHOHO!”

“Sorry you’re so funny”

Chan jokingly went to bite at the makeup brush and Lino began to scribble it around his neck and collarbones.

“NAAHHA WAIT WAHAIF NEEAHA HAHAEEA EHAHEHEAHA” Chan scrunched up and shook his chest trying to get the awesome awful feeling of feathery brushes off of it.

The rest of the members got to work too. Since they weren’t focused on a particular design and just chose whatever color came to mind first, it gave lots of chance to tease at Chan.

Felix simply dipped his long thin brush in the water and began to swivel it inside and around Chan’s belly button. Hyunjin took two large brushes and used the ends of them to vibrate between Chan’s upper ribs. Seungmin and IN both had small fan brushes, which they used to lightly drag around his sides and abs with lots of paint.

“ITS COHOHOLD AHAAHAHA”

Chan arched his back and laughed loudly as there was a mix of feelings on his torso. Cold wet paint, water, little and big brushes, he felt overstimulated in every way possible… yet distracted from all his prior worries and nerves.

“PLEHEHEASE” he begged, “I CAHAN- HAHAHEHEHEA AHAHA” tears ran down his neck as Lee Know and Changbin began to scribble at his underarms with the bigger brushes.

“NOOOOAHAAHA GET OHOHOFF QUIT ITEAAHH AAAHA AAAAAAHHHHHH”

“Can you stop moving I’m trying to draw a tree branch swirling around your abs” Seungmin said.

“GO FAHASTERAHAAHA”

“I MESSED UP. Oh my God Chan now I have to start over. Thanks a lot” Seungmin said, jokingly annoyed.

“IM SOHORRY PLEHEHAAE DON’T” Chan screamed as he heard Seungmin grab the towel and pass it roughly across the expanse of his stomach.

“NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAHHH”

Chan jerked his head side to side with the widest smile plastered on his face, his honey like laughter filling the room as his members stared at him in awe. They hadn’t seen their leader so laid back and carefree for a while with all their work recently, so it was safe to say they all felt he was in for some well needed rest.

“The sun and moon are always nice. Lix, help me paint them?” Han looked to Felix as he pointed at Chan’s chest, his death spot.

“NOHOHO. DO NOHOT DO WHAT I THIHINK YOU’RE GONNA DOHO PLEAAASE FUCK FUHUCK”

Han and Lix grabbed some rectangular long brushes and got to work swirling circles on his chest and filling them in excruciatingly slow.

“NAHAHAHA HEHEHAH OH MYGOHohohod” Chan laughed deeply.

They continued to fill in the circles they made, one bright yellow and one gray.

“Hey, this is a sky isn’t it? We’re gonna need some stars” Lix said.

“NOHO! NO YOU DON’T! FEHELIX IM SEHERIOUS”

“So am I!! It’ll look ugly!” Felix teased as he grabbed a small brush and began drawing tiny stars across his collarbone.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH” Chan screamed as the feeling of tiny bristles attacked his sensitive upper chest area. It felt like thousands of tiny feathers were getting at him. Felix and Han then saw it fit to do some shading with powdered makeup, making his situation even better worse. Not to mention the mixture of all other things on his body already.

“I CAHA- I CAHAahahan’t plehehease-“

“Guys I think we’re breaking him” IN said while painting a weird looking smiley face on his side.

Lee Know laughed loudly at Chan’s red face and teased him for being literally unable to form any coherent words. It was true that it got worse as time went on, he couldn’t even be poked now without screaming.

“I think our work here is done” Hyunjin said while lifting himself off Chan’s lap. Everyone lifted themselves up off the floor, except Changbin who was concerned as to why Chan was laid so still and decided to pull his arm out to the side and attack his top ribs to check for life.

“STOAHAP BIN FUHUCK” Chan yelled.

“Yep he’s fine”

Chan removed his blindfold quickly and crossed his arms in an X form across his torso and curled into a giggling ball on the floor. Tears fell from his chin onto the ground as Felix kneeled behind him and massaged his shoulders.

“I cahant even- I cahan’g think strahahaight”

“Well that was kinda the point Chan” Han said laughing, “you needed to chill out. You’re welcome~” he said, scribbling his hand across his hip.

Chan swat at him. “Youho guys could have KIHILLED ME”

“But we didn’t! And look at our art” Hyunjin said while bringing a mirror over to a curled up Chan.

He looked at himself in it first and realized he hadn’t seen himself smile that way in weeks. He has crinkles next to his eyes along with the deepest dimples. His cheeks were rosy and wet from the tears while his hair was sopped over to the side, his eyes glinting with joy.

He then looked down at his torso. It was… a mess, to say the least. A large sun and moon on his chest, fandom smiley faces over his sides. A tree branch..? Across the center of his stomach, and random black chalk markings around his abs and arms. His arms also had some sort of design on them he tried to make out. They swirled around and had little leaves coming off. Vines.

“Wait, vines. Vines would be the perfect makeup idea for it! It goes with the theme and wouldn’t take too long to complete before the show” Chan said with a relieved sigh.

“Bingo” Changbin said with a clap.

“Seeee? We’re helpful. And you were all whiny with your ‘nO iTs GoNnA LoOk BaD’ pouty ass” Felix teased him.

“Yeah yeah okay, thahank you” Chan said, grabbing the little towel and wiping his torso clean of paint.

“Need help?” Hyunjin asked.

“NO.” Chans eyes widened, “No thank you.”

They all laughed and went to let skizji know the plans. Vines was the perfect design idea considering it went with the outdoor Wolfgang theme, wouldn’t take too long to complete, and looked good with the clothing he’d be wearing.

Chan was still sitting on the breakroom floor cleaning himself off. His face was red as he thought back to the brushes and hands all over him. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t grateful that they cared so deeply for him and found a way to both make him laugh carefree and solve his problem all at once. It also wouldn’t be false to say he didn’t entirely enjoy the last 20 minutes.

Skizji came in a few minutes later with a smile on their faces.

“So we heard about the vine idea, we love it. It’s the perfect design choice.”

“I’m glad you guys think so too! It just seemed like it went well with the theme.”

“Yes, about that… the vines they painted on you ended up really perfect. A great mixture between messy and clean and detailed in all the right places. Well, we wanted to ask… you mind if they help us on the day of?”

Lee Know and Changbin smirked at him from outside the room.

It was gonna be a long performance day.

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My heart melts at Lee! Chan every. Single. Time.

Hope u enjoyed ^^

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Hello, person whom i may or may not share a home with, it is i, simply the most guy of guys, i would like to request a simple oc (u know who) x Rook Hunt, where, possibly, Rook finds out that he has been the muse of a certain someone, if u cant or dont want to write thats ok too, drinks lots of water btw xoxo

--ur best bud ¬u¬

Ehehehe KrisRook content my beloved òwó I got u covered bro (btw sorry i wrote Kris name wrong on the other post, i forgro to change it, i'll do it after i post this teehee)

Rook Hunt x Kristoffer Hartdagger - aMUSEing

Normally the Arts and Crafts club is a silent place, with only some ambient songs from the club's collab playlist as a company to the artists all in their zone. Today started no different, the club president presenting them today with a simple mindless doodle session before them getting into the more ellaborate club activities. Kris stayed very much in his zone as always, being the softspoken and shy boy he is. on his normal seat, with a sketchbook and some colored lead eraseable pencils, he doodled. Except everyone around noticed how he would sigh and stare at his doodles. The truth is, for a while Hartdagger had been in love. He just never opened up with anyone but his bestfriend Moira about it. "Ah~Monsieur Spotted, I see you're on art duties. Beuté!" "AHHH!" Kris was close to throwing the sketchbook up in the air in fear from the oh so common voice he grew to love. Rook Hunt seemed to be observind the club... again. "ROOK! GO AWAY! SHOO SHOO!" The club leader tried shooing the man away, but to no avail. he made his seat next to Kris, looking politely at the club president. "Ah, monsieur artiste, I can guarantee I will behave according club rules during my stay, you have not to worry!" "I-I... Sir, I can keep an eye on him... I-if you want it, that is,, i'm not forcing it in aniway i'm sorry if i seem like-" "Keep him from touching anything and it's all good Kris, if he gives you trouble i'll just call the headmage." "Right. Okay. sorry..." during the small conversation, Kris failed to observe Rook's head getting closer and closer to his space, until he could quite literally feel the brim of his hat touch his forehead. "My, my... I knew you liked to draw people, Monsieur Spotted, but never thought i would be a form of inspiration for you. Such magnificence, so much attention to the details." "Eep! You were... you... were staring at my doodles?!" Kris hugged the book to his chest "don't mind it! really!" "Why, it is a beautiful! If you ever are in need of a muse, I will be happy to provide! La chasseur d'amour will always provide the inspirations to seek the beauty in all!" While others only groaned, Kriss mumbled something under his breath. It seemed almost unaudible, but to a pair of trained hunter's ears, it was as clear as day: "you already are my muse" Rook kept his composure, but of course, the hunter had the affirmation of the prey, and now he is ready to get it for himself. "Perhaps you would enjoy a posing session later on Pomefiore?" Kris stared at Rook, face already flushes since the moment Rook invaded the boy's personal space, but he didn't have in him to deny, so he slowly nodded. Rook was going to say something, when he heard the common call of Vil for his Vice Housewarden's aid. Rook smiled sweetly before stooding up "It seems Roi du Poison is in need of my hunting skills, but fret not, for I'll come back at when the meeting ends! Trés Bien!" As soon as Rook left, and everyoned seemed more at ease, the president went to Kris "Hey... Thanks for the help but..." "Yes, sir?" "Do you know how does he know when the meetings end when we have it end in different times each day?" Rook Hunt things, were all everyone could assume.

Hope u like it! I never wrote Rook and I saw almost nothing of him yet so I'm getting used to him still!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #thanks for the request!#twst wonderland #twst fanfic #twst rook #rook hunt #rook hunt x oc #Rook hunt x Kristoffer Hartdagger #anon ask #tena writing

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glystenangel · 2 years

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Welcome to the Neighborhood

SingleDad! Sukuna x Afab!Reader - Modern AU

Series Summary: you move in next door and sukuna, the single dad living next door, notices

alternatively you’re a pottery artist that moves into the neighborhood and you and sukuna develop a big ol fat crush on each other. then you ****.

Chapters: 2/7

Chapter Summary: you and sukuna learn more about each other

Status: Completed

Tags: Sukuna is separate from Yuji, slight slow burn (it starts off slowish bear w me), teasing

Warnings: 18+, slight angst, swearing, mentions of violence/blood

Chapter 2 - Lucky You

Keeping thoughts of Sukuna at bay became an even greater battle when he started coming over every now and then when Yuji or Nobara would accidentally kick a ball over the fence, ringing your doorbell and standing there shirtless and dripping sweat with a slight pant leaving his lips. Even worse, whenever he came over and leaned against your kitchen counter, staring at you for entirely too long as you poured milk because he ran out and claimed you always had some. Little did he know that you kept your pantry well stocked with milk only because he kept asking you for it, and the fact that it paired well with the cookies you would occasionally fold inside of paper towels for the kids alongside the cups you handed back to him.

At first you try to think nothing of it, resolving to forget about any sort of attraction you were developing for the sake of not complicating your status as good neighbors and not knowing if he even had a wife. From what you could tell, he didn’t wear a ring, but that didn’t guarantee that he was looking for anything since he seemed to prioritize his family above all. In any case, your potential feelings of guilt weren’t strong enough to stop you from finding Sukuna attractive or continuing to imagine him fucking you senseless on your kitchen counter whenever his gaze lingered on you for a second longer than necessary or any time your fingertips brushed together when you brought him whatever he’d politely requested.

Then, he started flirting with you.

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Yuji had hit a wiffle ball over your fence, and if you weren’t covered in clay you would’ve been faster at answering the door when Sukuna came knocking for it.

“Hey, I’m on ball retrieval duty. Again.” Sukuna had scoffed when you finally opened the door, and then his brows knit together in confusion, “What’s with the apron?”

“Hi! I was working.” You explained, wiping at your cheek and cringing when you felt a dried streak of clay, “Is it cool if I wash my hands first?”

“Yeah, that little demon can wait. Need any help?” Sukuna closed the door behind him and followed you as you made your way back into the studio you had set up in your garage.

“No, all good. I just have to use this sink, I’d clog the kitchen sink with clay since it doesn’t have the specific filter for it.” You turned on the faucet in the corner of your garage, scraping off the clay globs and trails of slip you had up to your elbows.

“Oh, interesting. How does it work exactly?” Sukuna probed, leaning against the wall as he took in the shelves of drying vases and barrels of glaze surrounding your throwing wheel.

You avidly explained your studio set up as you washed your hands and he nodded along, only interrupting when he had more questions about your art and the creation process. He was a very attentive listener, and you had almost forgotten why he had even come over until you felt your previously tied up hair loosen around your face and your hair tie threatening to roll down your back.

“I got it.” Sukuna had caught the elastic before it could hit the ground and came behind you, “Do you need me to tie it up again? Nobara says I’m really good at it.”

You giggled at the mental image of him doing Nobara’s hair, “If you can, that’d actually be great. I still need to dry off my hands.”

As soon as you’d accepted the offer, you had regretted it. You tried to stand as still as possible while running a towel over your hands, and he had steadily run his fingers through your hair, carefully gathering the strands before pulling them through the hair tie again. You did your best to hide the shiver that went up your neck at the sensation.

“Is it too tight?” The rough lilt of his voice was dangerously close to your ear, and you had to mentally coach yourself through an appropriate response before answering.

“No, it’s perfect.”

“Gotta say it looks good, I like your hair like this.” He complimented, and you were afraid that if you looked directly at him you’d burst into flames.

“Thanks! Alright, let’s find that ball.” You clapped your hands together, racing out of your studio.

You really needed to figure out if he was single, otherwise, you would start to feel guilty if he ever tied your hair again.

Sukuna had shadowed behind you, helping you scour your yard for the plastic white of the wiffle ball his son had dropped into your yard.

You finally spotted it behind a bush while crouching among your hedges, “It’s over here!”

Sukuna jogged over to your side, “Where? I can grab it.”

“No, it’s okay I got it,” You knelt down on all fours, sensing Sukuna’s eyes shamelessly drag along the shape of your ass before you were able to get a hold of the ball and tug it through the branches.

You stood up, giving the ball to Sukuna and adamantly avoiding his gaze as you dusted yourself off.

“Appreciate it.” He rotated the toy in his hands for a minute, “What is it you do exactly for work again?”

“I’m a ceramics artist! Basically I make and sell pottery for stores and galleries and stuff. That’s kind of why I’m always home. It varies from batches of products to custom pieces depending on my clients.” You answered, making your way back to the house.

“Ah, okay. You do always seem to be home alone, so that makes sense.”

“Thanks, you make me sound like a total loser. My friend Shoko’s already on my case about my eggs drying up and I don’t need you helping her.” You quipped sarcastically, feeling pleased when a laugh found its way into his voice as he trailed after you.

“That’s not what I meant. Plus, Shoko sounds nice, seems like she’s just looking out for you. I hear being a single cat lady isn’t half bad these days though.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t reach that point. What about you? Stay at home dad?” You inquired, opening the door and closing it as he crossed the threshold.

“Close. Before I had the kids I bartended and then worked construction, since you know not many places were too fucking thrilled about hiring someone with tattoos like mine. They thought I was in the Yakuza or something. Now, I do more looking over site plans and getting all the permits and other paperwork shit together so I can be at home with them. It’s nice that the company I work for got that all set up.”

“Aw, that is sweet. I just assumed your wife or something worked all the time.” You hinted, hoping your ask was subtle.

“Oh no, she passed away when Nobara was born a few years back.” Sukuna stopped in the middle of your living room.

You winced at the unexpected news, “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s fine.” Sukuna shrugged, “The kids hardly remember her since Yuji was only 3 when it happened. We never really got along either. We were young and stupid, and Yuji was kind of an accident so we just tried to make it work. We were actually going to get a divorce around the time Nobara came along and the plan was to get that finalized and coparent, only she died shortly after giving birth.”

You were stunned, “Sukuna…that’s-”

He dismissed your sympathy with a wave of his hand, “That’s just how life is sometimes. It did suck losing a friend like her, but it’s been at least three years and taking care of Yuji and Nobara has gotten me through it. We’re okay, I mean, I do my best.”

You nodded, absorbing his story and unsure if you should say something. If anything, you wanted to give him a hug.

Sukuna seemed to sense your hesitance, and he sadly chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood, “Just unlucky I guess.”

“Well, if it’s worth anything, I think you’re a great dad and I’m sure your luck will be changing for the better.” You supplied, a sincere smile gracing your lips.

He gave you a long look, “I have a feeling it already has.”

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Following that conversation, you were still unsure of what boundaries existed or could be crossed between you and Sukuna, and you got the sense he shared your uncertainty.

Any time he came over, you two talked as you usually did, with handfuls of flirting scattered in between topics before he would make his exit.

Today, he was returning a cup he had taken earlier in the week, and you found yourselves settling into comfortable conversation.

“You know, all the kids fucking talk about now are those apple cinnamon cookies you made last week. They’re always asking me when ‘the cookie lady’ is going to bless their grubby little hands with another batch.” He shook his head, watching you rearrange your dishes.

“Really?” You smiled to yourself before closing your cabinets and turning to face the tattooed man.

He slid a hand across the back of his neck, sucking in his teeth and sounding defeated, “Yeah, those little demons actually scared the shit out of me this morning. They literally jumped into my bed and threatened that if I didn’t at least make an effort to get some kind of dessert from you in the next 72 hours, they’d slit my throat.”

“Slit your throat?” You gasped, widening your eyes and covering your mouth in faux surprise, “My cookies are at least worth a beheading. I’d say a Viking style blood eagle at most, but they’re probably not old enough to carry that out just yet.”

He cocked his head to the side, the tip of his tongue poking into his cheek and between his teeth as he smiled, “And why’s that?”

“Their hands are too tiny. Although I will say they definitely have the drive and bloodlust for it.”

He laughed loudly, his broad shoudlers rolling back, “Fuck, you’re supposed to be helping me out. Don’t encourage them.”

“Oh stop, they adore you they’d never.”

He rolled his eyes but the smile remained on his face, “I wouldn’t put it past those fuckers.”

“Hey! Be nice.”

“Always am.” He smirked, and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Besides,” He went on, “I spend way more time with them than you, I know they’re just waiting for the fucking day.”

“When that day comes, I’ll be sure to help them hide the body. We’ll have a little cookie party after on your grave.” You suggested brightly.

“On my grave? Holy shit, can’t trust anyone these days, not even sweet little neighbors like you.” He sighed, raking a hand through his rose gold locks.

You blushed as you took in the flattering remark, looking down at your hands and only picking your head back up when you felt the color had faded.

“By the way, how often do you take time for yourself? You know, without the kids or work.” You changed the subject, “I’m curious.”

A deep hum reverberated from his chest as he thought, “Hell, probably never to be honest.”

You gave him an incredulous stare, “Sukuna.”

“Don’t fucking ‘Sukuna’ me. I know, okay?” He groaned, placing a fist into his cheek and scowling.

“You don’t have to just be a father all the time. You’re allowed to relax and pour into yourself.”

He went quiet, eyes settling onto your counter and a finger pensively tapping against his cheek.

“Like, if you ever wanted a break, I could watch Yuji and Nobara sometime. We could bake cookies all day or I could teach them how to throw clay, it’d be fun.” You kept your offer casual, hoping your genuity came across. You had only interacted with the kids a handful of times, but you loved children and had always wanted to get to know them better. If it also meant helping Sukuna out, that was just a bonus and you’d happily do it.

Sukuna bit his lip, and you wondered if maybe you shouldn’t have pushed the issue when he gave you a polite smile, “Oh, I couldn’t make you do that.”

You suddenly felt cold, as if he had put a wall up between you both. You decided to back off, and reminded yourself not to take his reaction personally. After all, they were his kids and you knew Yuji and Nobara meant the world to him. It’s not like you were dating either, but as soon as that thought crossed your mind you felt a prick of disappointment at the fact that you two were only neighbors.

You did your best to muster a smile, though you weren’t sure it was entirely convincing, “Don’t worry about it. Just know that the offer stands if you ever need it.”

He seemed to warm at your willingness to respect his hesitance, but you couldn’t read the emotion filling his eyes, “Thanks, I should head back.”

“Oh, of course!” You lead him to the door and opened it, worrying at your lip as he began to leave until he turned to face you.

He didn’t meet your eyes, and you heard the nervous jingle of his keys as he played with them in his pocket.

“You know, I’ll think about it. Maybe. About what you said.”

“Sukuna, you don’t have to-” You began, but he shook his head.

“I’ll think about it.” He repeated, this time resting his light brown eyes on yours.

“Okay, I’ll be here.” You nodded softly.

He seemed like he wanted to say more, but eventually left you alone on your doorstep.

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sukuna, don’t be afraid to catch feels😳💀 :) thanks for reading!

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