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love and power
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chapter three
“is this the life that lies ahead now?”
Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie
tags/warnings: drinking on an empty stomach (do not attempt in real life, but this is hell baby), allusions to poisoning, reader is hungover and has a poor appetite, uh oh art thou pining?, slow burn eventual: smut
word count: 2.8k
prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight
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After getting some water you tried falling back asleep to no avail, tossing and turning for at least an hour before deciding to call it quits.
Leaving the hotel in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea, but you felt like you’d start tearing at the wallpaper if you stayed in your room. Cliche as it was, fresh air had always helped you relax while you were living. You thought back to the family garden and sighed. You’d give anything to be able to sit there now.
Your thoughts drifted to your father as you changed out of your pajamas. Things had changed so much in your day-to-day after coming to the hotel that you realized you couldn’t remember the last time he had crossed your mind. You felt a tightness in your throat when you tried to remember what he looked like. It was hazy, but he was mostly there; strong with a brilliant smile. How long would it be before you couldn’t remember him at all? Even the way you heard his voice in your mind didn’t seem completely right, an imitation of a memory.
Was he doing okay? Was he still mourning you? Or did he think you were just missing? Did the money go through? Did he know what you did for him to get it? There was no way to know.
“Can’t sleep?”
You jumped at the sound of Husker’s voice, so lost in thought and determined to get out of there that you hadn’t noticed him at the bar. It wasn’t surprising that he was still down here, though, being just before midnight. In fact, the real surprise was that he was here by himself. You decided to put leaving on pause and made your way over to him, taking advantage of the rare moment of privacy. Besides, what good would it do to dismiss Husker when he had been so discreet about this morning?
“More like slept too much,” you said, sighing as you took a seat across from him.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Husk jabbed amiably, turning to grab an empty glass.
You groaned. “Well there goes my hope of looking better than I feel. I was thinking maybe a walk would help, but—” Husk gave you a look, rightly making you feel sheepish.
“Didn’t go so hot this morning, huh? Thought you’d have better luck at night?” he said, half-joking, and passed you an amber-colored drink. The worry must’ve been showing on your face, as he cooly added, “Don’t worry, it’s been a ghost town in here for over an hour. It’s still only me and Angel who know about what happened.”
“Is he at work right now?” you asked, relaxing a little and took a casual look around. “I really don’t know how I can make it up to you both. This morning I…,” you sighed again and ran a hand through your hair, feeling the exhaustion seep back in. “I don’t know. Hopefully I’ll just forget about it, or convince myself it was a nightmare or something. But I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”
You recalled your reflection in the mirror before you showered, unrecognizable to yourself under the layer of gore caked to your skin.
Husk waved his hand, but the softness in his eyes felt like a rock in your stomach. “Don’t worry about it, we’ve both seen crazier shit in our time. But yeah, he’s been gone for most of the day. Said Valentino was having an ‘emergency’ but I have my doubts. He’s always pulling Angel in for dumb shit.”
You nodded and finally took a sip of your drink, shocked by how much you enjoyed it. A pleasant bitter taste lingered in your mouth, and you had to actively fight the urge to chug down the rest of it.
“Valentino’s his boss, right? Alastor’s done a pretty good job of keeping me preoccupied, but I think I’ve heard you guys talking about him before.”
“That’s the simplest thing to call him, I guess, though I prefer to call him an asshole,” Husk grumbled and you both shared a small laugh, the alcohol already making you feel lighter.
A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, Husk refilling your glass as you rested your head in your hand, gazing through the windows to the city below. Would you be able to pinpoint the alley if you concentrated hard enough? Someone had to have stumbled on him by now, right? Like his little sidekick… Did he ever go back for Donny? Something else clicked into place as you thought of him and the events of the morning: unless someone came after you for retribution, you would get away with it. That’s just how life is here.
No missing person report, no investigation, no forensics, no trial, no jail sentence. Weren’t you already “doing time” by being here? It’s not like you could add on to it. Not that you intended to do it again, but it was a step in the right direction of making peace with yourself. Maybe you really would forget about it someday, maybe not. There were some things that stuck with you forever.
The image of your grandmother came to you then, the last time you had spoken with her. She was sitting in her favorite chair near the fireplace in the library, her face set in the ever-present scowl you resented so much. She really was such a miserable creature. You saw yourself place the tray of tea and almond shortbread cookies down on the dark-lacquered, antique coffee table between you, knowing it would the last thing she ever ate. And tried to fight the smile pulling at your lips.
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“It occurred to me in the night that you still owe me something from the butcher,” Alastor said casually, his face buried in the newspaper. Irritation shot through you quick as lightning, but you prevailed against the urge to dump the coffee you were bringing him all over his lap.
As the grandfather clock in Alastor’s room chimed the hour, the pulse in your head threatened to kill. Apparently hangovers were very real in Hell (because of course they were), and this one was a doozy. Husk had only given you three drinks, but since you had wrung yourself so dry it was enough to leave you feeling like absolute shit. Beyond some water, the only thing you managed to ingest so far this morning was a piece of plain, burnt toast to try and soothe your aching stomach. It had taken all you had to keep it down. Needless to say, you weren’t starting the day in the best of moods.
Not that you ever thought Alastor would take it easy on you anyway. The look he gave you when you showed up in your new dress was so self-satisfied that it made you want to crawl under a rock. And when he said that you looked like death warmed over, you wanted to use said rock to knock his teeth in. It was the first you had seen of him since the incident in your room yesterday, though you tried not to dwell on the fact that he had returned at some point while you were asleep. In the grand scheme of his behavior you’ve been exposed to, that was really the least of your worries.
Through the veil of annoyance you found yourself looking at the mug in his grasp, remembering the strength of his hand holding your chin. Your breath shallowed as he brought the rim up to his lips. Fuck. Tearing your eyes away, you did your best to swallow the lump in your throat. This couldn’t be happening.
He was just toying with you yesterday. Nothing new, you told yourself. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes how much he enjoys feeling superior. Not that you had ever seen him pull a stunt like that on anyone else, but who knows? It’s not like you were with him every second of the day. Even in this very moment, he was messing with you.
Was it your fault that he had only grabbed his clothes off the filthy floor of that alley and left the other bag to rot? Of course he’d see it that way, and if your headache wasn’t as terrible as it was, you might have told him exactly that. Especially considering that you were already out money for the liver, and he was more than likely expecting you to pay again.
“I’ll head out after I’ve finished with your room, unless you’d prefer I go now and clean when I get back,” you answered smoothly, hoping he’d give you permission for the latter. How he had even managed to track in the dirt you saw on the area rug was a mystery. You just knew that it would keep you busy for a decent amount of time and you weren’t looking forward to more scrubbing on your hands and knees. “And if the clothes are ready to be picked up again, I can get those, too.”
Alastor peered over the newspaper, eyebrow raised, his eyes and smile alight with mischief. “My, someone’s eager to be in my good graces today! No need to bother with the laundry, but I hope you won’t mind if I join you going into town. I don’t feel like staying cooped up in the hotel. Go ahead and clean now, I’d hate for those stains on the rug to set. Besides, you know how I despise coming home to a mess.”
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While he waited for you to return after freshening up, Alastor took a look around his room, admiring the results of your hard work. You were turning out to be much more resilient than he had anticipated. Though your expression was hardly ever enthusiastic, you’d never be able to tell by the way you cleaned. Someone taught you well, he thought to himself, breathing in the scent of cleaning products that nearly overpowered the floral almond you always left behind. So pleasant.
Though if he was being honest, he was starting to run out of ideas on how to keep you busy. He would mess up the bed, despite rarely sleeping in it, and leave his housecoat, shirts, and bowties draped over various pieces of furniture for you to pick up and put in their proper place. The mud and dirt on the rug had been a last-minute stroke of genius, but it wasn’t something he cared to repeat too often. God forbid he became predictable.
There was part of his room you didn’t have access to, and Alastor doubted that he’d ever let you see it — nor anyone else, for that matter. It’s not like it was a space you’d be able to clean in a traditional sense, anyway. After the hotel was rebuilt he thought it would be a nice idea to separate his serene bayou from the rest of the living quarters. Remembering how Vaggie had so rudely barged in on him in the past, it wasn’t something he was keen on happening again. And it was comical to watch you glancing at the locked door, pondering what could be behind it.
He knew he couldn’t keep you cooped up as his personal chambermaid forever though, unless he wanted to be hounded by Charlie and Vaggie about it. Which he decidedly did not want. And he could admit that this cleaning game was getting stale… How could he switch things up before he tired of you completely? How could he get you to show him another spectacle like yesterday?
A knock at the door snapped The Radio Demon out of his thoughts.
“Alastor? Can I come in?” Charlie said from the other side of the door. By the tone in her voice, he could tell she was here to discuss business. He sighed quietly to himself and went to the door, swinging it open with a charming smile.
“Why of course, my dear! How may I be of service?” Alastor closed the door behind them and led her to one of the chairs by the fireplace, taking the one opposite her and crossed his legs, neatly folding his hands over one knee. “It’s just the two of us. Sylvie left to go spruce up before we head into town,” he said, noting how Charlie was glancing around the room.
“Oh, good!” she sighed, putting her hand over her chest in relief. “That’s, um, kind of what I came here to talk to you about. I know you’ve been…,” she paused, hands dancing as she searched for the right word, “…acclimating her to working here — and I don’t want to step on your toes — but I think it would be really nice if she could join in on daily activities. No one has really gotten a chance to get to know her yet, and I’d hate for her to keep missing out on opportunities to bond with everyone.”
He had jinxed himself, but at least it was only the princess he had to deal with.
What to do? It’s not like he could say that your cleaning skills needed improvement when evidence to the contrary surrounded them; the room was pristine. He could argue that it would be prudent to keep some level of permanent staff unless they wanted to be in a never-ending state of training new hires, but something told him that wouldn’t be the best approach. At least not for now. Alastor had no intention of letting any souls under his contract be taken from him, for redemption or otherwise. Still, seeing the others develop their relationships with each other had been fun to observe. How would little Sylvie fit into the dynamic?
“I suppose I’ve been a bit selfish with her, haven’t I? I’ll be sure to leave room in her schedule starting tomorrow, but I hope you’ll understand that mornings are sacrosanct,” Alastor said agreeably, straightening his coat as he stood up from the chair. “Unless there was anything else, I’ll go and tell her the good news.”
Charlie followed suit, grin wide and eyes sparkling as they made their way back to the door. “Of course! Oh, thank you Alastor, you have no idea how excited I am!” It was impossible not to. Her enthusiasm was nearly contagious. “Vaggie and I are thinking something up right now as a surprise for everyone, but the details haven’t been totally worked out yet. I’ll let you know as soon as possible though — gah! I can’t wait for tomorrow!”
Alastor merely smiled in response and they parted ways in the hall. He wasn’t thrilled to be losing his monopoly on you so soon, but knowing that he now had to be more intentional with his time was invigorating. Curious to see how you’ll react to being invited to group activities, he made his way to your room, already hard at work thinking of new ways to push your buttons.
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You were surprised to see Alastor in the hall when you opened your door, since you had been instructed to return to his room when you were finished touching up. The quick jump-scare he caused sent a fresh wave of throbbing to your head and you hissed under your breath, unable to stop yourself from massaging your temple.
“You’re up to something,” you grumbled, walking past him to make your way to the elevators.
He feigned offense, easily stepping into stride with you down the hall. “Chivalry is lost on you twenty-first-century souls! I don’t know why I bother.”
You glared at him from the corner of your eye, taking in the sardonic look on his face as you stepped into the elevator. It was best not to push your luck with him, considering you still had an entire outing in Cannibal Town to get through. You were about to say something when the elevator stopped after going down a couple floors, the doors opening to Angel Dust. He looked exhausted.
When the two of you made eye contact, he glanced away, the air in the elevator quickly turning nervous as he walked in. Was it because of yesterday? Maybe Angel hadn’t been as comfortable with it as Husk made it seem… Suddenly he hit a button, stopping the elevator in its tracks. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, steeling himself.
“Hey, so… you know how you came home lookin’ like fuckin’ Carrie yesterday?”
You felt Alastor’s static humming in the space between you; the first reaction he’s had since Angel came into the elevator.
“I wanted to apologize sooner but—”
Angel waved his hands, cutting you off. “No, no, please, you don’t have to,” he said, a small laugh escaping him. “Look, uh… I’m only bringin’ it up cuz I just gotta know.” He was actively fighting a smile as he continued, “The trouble you ran into? His name wasn’t Donny, was it?”
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tag list: @fairyv-ice, @wat4r
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Spelldon Monster High Custom
Once I saw that G3 Deuce had green skin, I knew I had to try my hand at making Spelldon Cauldronello.
I re-haired him and flocked the sides of his head with yarn to imitate dreads. I sewed him a jacket, shirt, joggers, and socks. I made his little potions (out of beads), earrings (also out of beads), necklaces, gloves, pointed ears (I wish I could have gotten them smoother, but they were so delicate that I could not sand them without them breaking), shoes (out of paperboard and papier-mâché), and repainted his face (my first full face repaint and daaang was that difficult to try and make his eyes and eyebrows look related to one another).
He’s not perfect, but he was super fun to pose and creating him was a HUGE learning experience (like to start sealing all of my thread knots with fabric glue).
You’re more than welcome to draw fanart/make your own based on mine, just tag me- I’d love to see them. Feel free to comment what you like/dislike think I should improve on. :)
Edit: thank you for all the sweet comments in the reblogs guys. You’re all making my day. :)
More under the cut
Close ups of his left side (I like how this ear turned out the best).
And his right side. I couldn’t get this side smoothed out to save my life, haha. Hopefully his earrings distract enough from it. Keeping beads from old bracelets come in handy! These were just the right size for him. I repainted the lower earring in black, with a stripe of purple, and added silver Ancient Greek designs on either side.
One more close up of his left ear and earring (I added a purple pentagram in the center of the silver Greek designs and the color shift sparkle paint around the rim). His upper earring is the same as his right lower earring, but has an orange stripe.
His face-up took awhile, but it is very rewarding to finally give him a face. I tried to make it look like the factory g1 monster high face up and took a lot of inspiration from his older sister Casta’s pupils. I gave him darker purple eyes, with the yellow/gold zig-zags. I gave him three moles, instead of just the one that Casta has, to mix it up a little. I did take a little inspiration from G3 for his eyebrows to add some orange and purple streaks in the front and a cut in his left eyebrow (I don’t know if that is still trendy, but I think it looks cool). The eyebrows are still not super symmetrical, but I already sealed it. I went back and forth on what I wanted his lip colors to be (I know I wanted something two toned) but finally decided on a dark purple upper lip, with a green outlined lower lip.
Also G3 heads are SUPER difficult to try and reattach (and remove) and have to be VERY squishy to put back on their bodies (even after I had trimmed down the neck peg).
Okay, onto his wardrobe! I wanted to imitate Casta’s color pallet: black, orange, purple, silver (and sparkles and studs), while bringing in more “witchy” themes (the buckles, stripe socks, and pentagrams), and his scaritage from his mama Circe (hence the potions, boars on his shirt and shoes, the greek vase designs and the boar designs being black on orange -like the Ancient Greek vases). Even on the Greek designs, I put some teeny tiny pentagrams (namely on his jacket sand socks).
His jacket took the longest (his shoes were the second longest). It is fully lined (the sleeves have a white lining to keep staining to a minimum), and working pockets. I liked the sparkly material I found, but does it shed like crazy (I used it for his collar, cuffs, pockets, and the bottom of his jacket in the back, and wrong side-out for his sleeves -they still have silver sparkles showing though and it doesn’t shed…but it will catch on things). I used thin ribbon for the outside of his pockets (next time I will fabric glue the ends shut on all my ribbons and a thicker ribbon for the bottom of his coat), and bent some wire into buckles. I also used ribbon wire and looped black thread over it to make it look like a zipper. I used fabric paint for the pattern down the front and REALLY hope it stays on there.
I really wanted a mesh back to his coat (I love how that part turned out), and then added this purple sparkly ribbon to his sleeves. He was going to have another pentagram in the back but it was too much (but it left a cool shadow of the star after I removed it).
His gloves are made of mesh and ribbon (with glitter fabric glue continuously added on top of each other, and then painted silver, to make the spikes on his knuckles -same thing I did with his choker and shoes). His nails are painted black with the same color flash glaze paint as part of his earrings.
Okay onto his main outfit without the coat (he’s much more fun and easier to pose without his jacket).
“Spelldon, please move your necklace out of the way, so we can see your shirt better, thank you.”
Close up of his wild boar and Greek vase designs on his shirt (done in fabric paint). I REALLY love how the boar turned out as I was SUPER nervous I was going to mess it up. Having a boar/Greek vase design on an orange shirt was also inspired by @spookberry ‘s design of Spelldon.
His necklace pendant was another bead I had (and it worked great for attacking thread too).
Side and back of his outfit (you can see some of that stray black glitter).
“‘Scuse me Spelldon, can you lift your shirt so we can see you joggers better? Thank you.” His joggers/capri’s and socks were inspired by @peppapigvevo ‘s Spelldon design. Once again I used ribbon, that sparkly material for his waistband and cuffs, and silver fabric paint for Greek vase design.
I attached a chain to his joggers and added these potion bottles (while Casta looks like she uses more magic spells and incantations through her singing, I like to think Spelldon uses potions -more like his mom). I made these potions out of wire, beads, thread and air-dry clay.
Onto his shoes and socks. I made the shoes out of paperboard and paper-maché. I wanted them to be boar themed while still having pentagrams and studs on them. They turned out a bit wonky (and a tad too long -but it helps him stand up, haha), but I spent too much time on them to redo them, haha. His shoe sole I also painted with that sparkle flash glaze paint too. I also gave him the striped socks, because I love striped socks and tights on witches.
“Thanks for holding still Spelldon, and being patient with me.” I’m going to make another post or two with comparisons with his sister, some of my other customs, and some vampire that claims he knows him or something, heehee.
Oh yeah! My sketches for him:
#spelldon cauldronello#spelldon#monster high doll#monster high dolls#monster high#mh#doll custom#monster high custom doll#monster high custom#spelldon doll#spelldon Custom#customsbyaleta
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I have a question- so, I wanna draw an oc in the 2012 tmnt art style?- TEACH ME HOW THIS WORKS PLEASE I CANT FIGURE THIS OUT ;^;
(not really a question but still)
Of course! Okay, so the first thing to recognize is that 2012 is a 3D modeled tv show, so mimicking the style is different than mimicking a 2D style like Rise, 03 or 87.
Obviously you can just trace a scene from the show to get it perfect, but since you’re trying to apply the style to an OC you’re going to need more detailed instructions. So for the sake of the argument “you can draw in any style so long as you apply the ‘12 turtle’s design”, I’ll use my 2012 OC, Vince.
Alright so Vince looks like he’s from TMNT 2012, but why? The first thing is that he looks blocky. 2012 uses more basic geometry in their designs, which is probably the most noticeable on the turtles’ arms and faces.
Here you can see I’ve broken down the key geometry, points and curves that sell the 2012 style. Out of all styles, I believe this one is the most important to use base shapes when drawing the character because they aren’t just guides, but also part of the finalized design.
A few other things to keep in mind are some very small details that will really complete the look are the eyes, the way fabric meets skin, the way thing ridges are drawn and freckles. 2012 uses a very anime-esque styling to it’s eyes. The eyes have a colored iris, a black pupil and a white shine that typically overlaps the edge of the iris and sclera. Adding a small ridge to show the thickness of fabric is also very iconic 2012. You can see this the most on the joint wraps the turtles wear. Thin ridges (like the ridge along the turtles’ shells) are never drawn as perfect points, unless it’s something like Shredder’s tekko-kagi blades. Just square off the edge of a non-bladed ridge, and it’ll look much closer. And lastly, freckles in this style are never circles for some reason, idk, but if you look at Mikey’s face his freckles are little ovals.
Hopefully you found this helpful! 2012 is a very hard style to draw! I highly recommend using basic geometry when drawing in this style to aid you because of it’s complex angles and 3D-ness.
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Caine Catching the Reader trying on his Suit + gender neutral reader confesses to having a crush on him❤️
A/n: I thought this would be a cute thing to write during the wait for what's to come so here's some Caine being a clueless bean, so fluff galore!
So you were scanning through your digital wardrobe and tbh you were getting really tired of wearing your same nauseating colors of your circus aesthetic why couldn't you ask him to switch it to something..different? That was when you reached the near end of your closet and saw a familiar metallic red garment of clothing
is that..?
no, no you're just having those so-called "digital hallucinations" but to your surprise you took the hanger out of the closet and lo' and behold, it WAS Caine's suit, your face was stuck in a awestruck expression of how you found it, how could that clueless set of dentures lose his fashionable suit? He would probably just make another one with just a snap of his fingers.
You were about to exit your room to return it until you took a good look at it only to notice it almost looked like it could fit you? Well, you were about to find out by trying it on yourself!
Moments later you slid to your mirror and..it was perfect fit..now this is getting weird how did he know your exact measurements?
But it felt so good to look as fly as he does, after all you can admit you got kind of a thing for him..okay a crush! You just never had the guts to tell him but he's probably already heard. Since he hears all, sees all. You just have been holding it in cause you can never get a moment with him alone cause..adventures and stuff.
Turning to see the back of you, a flash of light blinded your vision, only for your sight to return and see the image of Caine with a digital camera. (pun intended but let's say he has an actual digital camera)
"Ah! Caine! I told you nicely to knock before you come in!" you yelped as you jumped nearly out of your skin.
"Terribly sorry my dear! But I actually came in to check on you, but wow do you look stunning in that suit, it could stop traffic and heck, even me in my tracks!" he says clutching his chest dramatically as he pretends to faint.
your face=red from Caine's compliment "th-thanks i guess, I just found it and--''.
"found it? I added it your wardrobe cause..y'know..I couldn't help but overhear you talking to Ragatha about how you could rock a suit like mine! and boy, you were right!" he chirps as he happily floats over to the back of you, placing his hands on your shoulders, admiring how the tux fitted you, that's when it hit you..
Wait..he what?! Oh god, what else has he heard?? hopefully not your endless pining for him, you would metaphorically die!
As Caine faced the mirror, the both of you almost twinning in your matching suits, then he glances at you, a little puzzled of why your face was ablaze from embarrassment, unless..
"So I guess you heard, right?", you question, rubbing the back of your neck.
"Heard what my dear?" Caine asks confused. Well, there was no backing out now, you had to confess or you could go insane before anything else could in this digital hell. You turned to face the ringmaster and explained, "The reason I said I could wear your clothes, is that I have..a..gah! I like you Caine!"
His upper jaw jumps in surprise at your sudden response. A couple seconds of dead silence,his tone stayed ponderous as usual,"....oh. But I don't seem to understand my--"
''Caine, hear me out, I have an interest in you, you're funny, you have alot of personality, and not to mention stylish even if you do wear the same suit everyday, your voice is like music to me and i would listen to it every day. what I'm trying to say is..I want to go out and get to know you more." you confess, finally getting it off your chest as you desperately stare into his dual colored eyes that are now..sparkling?
The A.I took your hands and interlaced them with his as his voice took a softer tone as he asked,"Do you know how long I was waiting for you to say those very words?"
You started to smile brightly, that's one of his favorite features of you ever since he made that one adventure just for you (it was a ballroom that you two slow danced in *sighs lovingly*). "Too long?"
"I didn't know what was going on, at first I thought it was a missing binary code in my system but I realize what this feeling is now, every time I hear your voice, a single glance, your mere presence is but a blessing to me and I would sacrifice all the time in this digital world for you.." he swept one of his hands to push a section of your hair behind in your ear.
His sweet praises make your heart swell with warmth and only causing it to hammer against your chest halting your breathing pattern as you could feel yourself leaning closer and closer until he had to go back to his bombastic ringleader voice,"Now then! My darling, when would you like that date?"
reader.exe stopped working cause Caine called you darling.
"Wh-what about now?..", you stammer, shuffling your feet, "Since we are dressed..fancy."
"Excellent idea, my darling! although the NPC'S may mistake you for me, this should help!" he snaps his fingers as your tux now became a shiny blue with white leggings. It was always amazing of how powerful the A.I was.
Caine being the gentleman he is, links your arm with his as you two head off to the grounds at night laughing and chatting away..who knew a suit could benefit you in so many ways?
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My “HOW TO MAKE YOUR DRAWINGS LOOK SHINY AND POLISHED WITHOUT A LOT OF EFFORT GUIDE”
These steps are by no means necessary! And your drawing will look amazing and completely finished without them. But I’ll occasionally get people asking how I get the effects I get on my final renders and this is the method I use almost every time.
1) Have a fininished drawing
2) I like to throw a colored OVERLAY or SOFT LIGHT layer at a low opacity over the entire drawing. I feel like it can help unify the colors a bit. Here I used a blue soft light layer at 39% opacity.
3) with a big soft brush, add a soft light from the direction of your light source. This really brightens up the drawing and further emphasizes your directional lighting. I usually use ADD or COLOR DODGE at a low opacity. Here I have useda warm orangy-yellow color at 44% opacity.
4) Slap some RIM LIGHTING on that bay-beeee. I usually use a textured brush and on a layer ABOVE the lineart layer go over the edges or “rim” of the forms of your drawing where the most light would catch. This usually works best with drawings that are not lit directly from the front, but dont let that limit you if you really wanna use it. Have fun with it! Here I have used the ELDER 2.0 brush from THIS brush set and Ive used an orange color for the hair, skin, and clothes, and a yellow for the crown.
5) If you are working in multiple layers, now is the time to merge them all. Make sure all your effects layers are cleaned up and don’t extend past the borders of your drawing or they’ll be visible when you flatten it. So go in and erase or otherwise remove any overhang. Then, put all your visible layers in a single folder and DUPLICATE it. Then MERGE or FLATTEN your duplicated folder so your drawing now exists on a single layer. Your original folder should still have all of your layers preserved so you can go back and edit them as needed.
6) ALPHA LOCK your flattened layer. This function has different names across different programs. In PHOTOSHOP it is indicated by a small lock symbol next to the layer. Once your layer is locked, duplicate it again. On your new duplicate layer add a GAUSSIAN BLUR. I usually add a 4 to 5% blur. The reason we have alpha locked the layers in this step are to keep the edges or the drawing sharp.
If you want to soften the edges, or find the process of alpha locking tedious or confusing, skip it and duplicate and gaussian blur your layers without alpha locking them.
Alpha locking is also unnecessary if your drawing encompasses the entire canvas.
This is all up to personal preference.
7) Reduce the opacity of your gaussian blur layer to your preference. This gives the drawing an overall softer appearance. MERGE DOWN onto your original flattened layer.
8) Add some CRUNCH. I usually do this with a NOISE layer but you could use a HALFTONE or other layer effect if you like! The specific settings I use change for every drawing, and different drawing programs might have different settings. Things like size and level of small details in your drawing may determine what settings work best for any given piece.
AND YER DONE! This process takes me between 5-10 minutes, sometimes a bit longer depending on how fussy I’m being. But overall it’s super quick and I feel like it adds a lot to my finished pieces. Crunchifying my drawings is a personal preference, which you may not like for your particular style. Thats okay! Here are some other things you might experiment with:
Halftone
Colored lineart
Motion blur
Gradient maps
Adding paper texture
Chromatic aberration
Hope yall find this in any way helpful!! sorry if this one isnt as straightforward as the GOLD GUIDE. Hopefully some of yall still get some use out of it. The sample drawing in this tutorial was a donation thank-you commission for @sigridhawke if youd like to find out how to snag a discounted (only 10$ !! Woah!!) commission of your own, check out THIS POST for details!!
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There are three types of morning people.
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Gem loved the mornings. She woke up naturally as the sun rose, and she went to her balcony to enjoy the colors change from dark to light.
“How beautiful!” She told her pet cat, who was still asleep in her lap. “Mornings are wonderful!” She spread her arms wide as if to embrace the sky and knocked her water glass off of the balcony. She watched it fall a very long ways down, where it smashed on the ground, like a gunshot in the silence. Several groups of birds took off in fright.
“Skin care routine time!” Gem said to her now startled cat after sitting in awkward silence for a moment. She had a ten step skincare routine that was not to be altered or interrupted. Her zen time. Yeah, sure, she always told the haters (herself), she would soon get covered in dirt and stone and other materials, but it was always important to start the day off right.
After her skincare was complete, she went to her kitchen and made a smoothie and ate cookies while she waited for the smoothie to finish blending. Luckily, her neighbors were also morning people, so she didn’t feel so bad about the noise. She made enough for three people, to deliver to them before they all started their days.
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Impulse’s redstone alarm clock went off right as the sun rose. He grumbled, slapping at it so it would stop with the noise. He pulled himself out of bed, because he’d read that was the best way to wake up. He pulled his hair up and put on some basic workout clothes. The walk through the nether was always strangely invigorating, and by the time he got to spawn, he was fully awake. He sighed and began his jog around spawn town.
Coming back to the dwarven keep, Impulse showered and made himself presentable. He brewed some coffee and grabbed his book (“a cup full of hot sexy redstone” by bdubs [a how-to pretty redstone that so far read like it had been a caffeine-fueled fever dream]), heading outside. He nestled himself by the feet of one of his statues and began to read as the sun started to warm the ground.
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“Oh fuck is that the fucking sun?” Pearl peered out of a window at the sunrise. “Oh no, not again!” She ran her fingers through her hair, which only succeeded in making her hair even more crazy looking.
“Meow.” Nugget told her.
“Yeah, uh, I didn’t realize how late it was either.” Pearl sighed, suddenly very aware of how tired her eyes were. “Please don’t tell me I have stuff to do today.” She checked her calendar and groaned. “Oh no, how did I forget about Zed’s zedvancement challenge today? Hopefully he’ll be so hyped up on whatever keeps him going he won’t notice how tired I am.”
There was a magnificent glass-shattering sound that really described what Pearl was going through, and frankly she hardly noticed it, as she was making a weird noise of anguish at the same time.
“Right. Okay. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Energy potion.” Pearl pulled a glass bottle from behind the couch, where she had left it the last time she’d stayed up too late (three days ago) and chugged it.
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“Hey Impulse!” Gem dropped down in front of Impulse, holding bottles. “Smoothie time!” She held one of them out to him.
“Oh thank you!” Impulse smiled and took the smoothie eagerly.
“And yes there’s protein powder in it.” Gem added, to which Impulse chuckled. She picked up his book. “How is this anyway?”
“Good?” Impulse said, taking a sip of the smoothie. “I’m pretty sure Bdubs is currently explaining quantum physics, but it’s all wrong. Like, so wrong it’s almost right.”
“That describes my life.” Pearl touched down on the grass next to her friends.
“Pearlo!” Gem held out a smoothie to her. “How did you sleep?”
“Oh, so well. Great. Wonderful. Like a baby, that’s how I slept.” Pearl took a sip of smoothie to shut herself up.
“That’s good Pearl.” Impulse said in earnest.
Gem rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, you stayed up all night again.”
“…no.”
“Pearl…”
Pearl took off without another word, smoothie in hand.
“Well, I guess that means I should start my day too.” Impulse closed his book and stood up, stretching. “Thanks for the smoothie!” He ruffled her hair, which she protested, and walked back inside. Gem flew back up to her buildings on the top of the mountain and sighed in contentment. Time to get to work.
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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size)
🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️
The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 11
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Summary: Lazy Friday.
This chapter contains: Nudity, mentions of child abuse
Word count: 2.5K
Note: This chapter is a bit different from the others. Not much plot happening, just some domesticity and slice of life moments. I typically like all my chapters to propel the story in a significant way, but I also enjoy writing about simple things that make up a life. Let me know if you enjoy these slow moments!
You laid on the couch with Daryl. He had his back against the armrest and you sat between his legs.
You sighed happily. “Just think: we get to do this for the next two days.”
“Mmmhmm,” Daryl mumbled, holding you close. "'m gonna need something' ta eat 'fore I hike yer skirt back up. Ya still got that delivery shit on yer phone?"
You sat up, full of excitement. Daryl leaned forward, keeping you in his arms.
“No delivery today,” you announced. “I’m making dinner!”
Daryl nuzzled your cheek. “Didn’ know ya could cook. Yer full’a surprises, a’int’cha.”
You wiggled in his grasp trying to stand up. Once you were free, you smiled at him. “Good surprises, I hope.”
Daryl stood up, too, then put his arms around you until his hands were palming your ass again. “Mmmhmm, real good.”
“Don’t get me wound up again. You said you were hungry.” You slipped away from his hold, reaching for the remote to your smart-tv and your glasses. You put your glasses on and handed him the remote. “You stay here. Watch whatever you want while I’m gone.”
However, by the time you were in the other room, Daryl was again at your back, large hands sliding around your hips.
His voice rumbled in your ear. “What for? I missed ya somethin’ awful--I wanna talk to ya.”
Reaching for your apron, you tried to put some distance between the two of you, but Daryl stayed close. You turned to face him. “My kitchen, my rules, Dixon. You’re too handsy to be in here when I’m cooking.”
He traced your neckline with his nose and kissed your sensitive skin. “Why doncha jus’ order some Chinese or somethin’?”
Pushing him away, you replied, “Because I have been planning this meal all week, and I want to make it. For you. Okay?” You did your best to stare him down, but that was hard to do when you had to strain your neck to look up at him.
“Fer me?” he murmured, eyes narrowed.
“Yes, ‘fer’ you. Now get.” You slapped him gently with your Hannibal apron and started putting it on. Screen-printed on the front of the garment was Mads Mikkelson, as Hannibal Lecter, holding a butcher knife that dripped blood. The blood droplets went on to form the words. “Kiss the Cook,” in an unsettling blood-red print.
Daryl grunted at you and backed up a few steps, looking you up and down. “Whatcha gonna fry up?” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
You stared at him, refusing to be distracted by his handsome face. “You, if you don’t get out of here!”
He threw up his hands in surrender and backed out of the room.
Taking a deep breath, you opened the fridge and got to work.
Daryl sighed as he sat down on your couch. The furniture, the room, it was all much more cozy and welcoming than he remembered, but he had spent the last week sitting in a folding chair and sleeping on the floor. Your apartment was so much more inviting than the house he’d been working on. The couch he sat on had a couple of throw pillows, as did the two chairs, and knitted afghans were draped over the back of each piece of furniture. He noticed lace curtains, dark violet, almost black, hung over the windows, and that you also had black-out curtains currently drawn back. Hopefully those let you sleep in when you needed it. Daryl didn’t want you getting too tired or worn out from your busy days.
Almost subconsciously he took in the details of the room, noting colors and decor that you’d added. Later, he might be able to recall them so that the house he would share with you could feel just as cozy and warm as your apartment did right now.
With the remote, Daryl “woke up” the TV and put on a documentary series about crab fishermen. It was a series he liked to watch when it was on. The hardened determination of the boat captains and the perseverance of the crew were all things Daryl could relate to. However, after the opening theme played, Daryl’s eyes started drooping. It wasn’t long after until he found himself slumping deeper into the couch. A moment later, his unshod feet were up on the cushion, his legs stretching to the other end. A dark teal afghan was nearby, and soon he covered himself with it. The blanket smelled just like you, and the couch smelled like you both. Just as the soft yarn of the afghan soothed his skin, the intermingling of your scents wrapped around his soul, lulling him into a carefree slumber.
In the kitchen you finished plating. You knew Daryl probably wouldn’t mind a less than perfect plate of food, but you wanted him to feel special, wanted this evening to be special. For both of you.
Satisfied with the arrangement of the food, you opened the freezer and took out the two beer mugs that had been frosting in there most of the day. You filled each with beer. Then, you balanced the plates and mugs and carried everything to the living room.
An episode of The Deadliest Catch was nearing its end, and you absently wondered if you should put on a John Coltrane album or something by Miles Davis. However, once you fully entered the room, the sight of Daryl asleep on your couch took your breath away. You quietly set the plates and mugs on the coffee table, dinner momentarily forgotten as you watched your mate.
You were captivated by the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath one of your first knitting projects. When you looked at the teal blanket, you saw every imperfection, yet the afghan was dear to you. You remembered clearly knitting it, hours upon hours. Woven into the yarn were memories. To see Daryl wrapped up in it, the edge of the blanket tucked under his chin, filled you with a sense of comfort and belonging.
This was the first time you saw Daryl entirely relaxed. No tension in his brow or jaw, no scowl upon his mouth. His lips parted slightly with each exhale, steady and slow. That Daryl, your fierce alpha, could relax so fully in your cozy apartment had you proud and full of adoration for the man in your living room.
You sank into the nearby chair and watched him for a little longer. Eventually you succumbed to your hunger and quietly ate your dinner. Afterwards, you put away Daryl’s plate, and drank his beer. Whenever he finished with his nap, you’d serve it all to him again.
In the meantime, you put on an episode of Survivorman. Les Stroud was fascinating to watch. You’d never had a desire to try your hand at wilderness survival, but the problem solving skills, the ingenuity, always sparked your insatiable need to learn. Although your chosen field was anthropology, all aspects of life intrigued you. From the symmetry and balance of plate tectonics to the predictable rhythm of a Shakespearean sonnet. The world humans lived in, and the way humankind navigated it, was always fascinating.
Keeping the tv on a low volume, you quietly took out your current knitting project: a scarf. It was striped, somewhat, with the main color in big blocks of 10 rows, separated with a contrasting color of single rows in between each block. The large blocks were the exact blue of Daryl’s eyes; the contrasting color matched your own. The scarf was coming along nicely and fairly quickly. You carried it around with you everywhere, using a spare moment here and there to work a few stitches or a few rows. You could only make it when Daryl wasn’t nearby. So it was vital that you finished his gift before he finished his work on the house.
Taking a pair of unused bamboo needles from your knitting kit, you carefully transferred your project from your metal needles to the wooden ones. The bamboo needles slowed your work significantly, as they were of a slightly tougher texture, however, they did not clang with each stitch. You had other gifts to make that others couldn’t see. Ro would get a knitted beanie along with some matching fingerless gloves. You thought of knitting Merle a chunky sweater. You could do it if the yarn was thick enough and the needles large enough. Of course, you would never make Daryl a sweater. The boyfriend curse loomed too large in your mind to even contemplate such a project.
As evening melted into night, without Daryl not so much as stirring, you realized how tired he must be. Had he been working too hard? Not sleeping well? You had some trouble sleeping, yourself. Waking in the middle of the night, overwhelmed with a phantom loneliness, an ache inside that you’d not felt before meeting Daryl. You often had to cover up with his denim jacket, clutching to it like it were your mate. Did Daryl have the same trouble sleeping without you?
Your eyes stung at the thought. You wanted only good things for Daryl, a steady job that was gratifying but not taxing, a cozy and safe place to sleep at night, and dreams filled with hope and laughter. Soon that would happen. Soon you’d fall asleep beside him every night, and maybe Daryl looked forward to that time as much as you did.
When Daryl woke up, the apartment was still and quiet. Were it not for the campus lights shining brightly outside your window, he might have forgotten where he was. He sat up and checked the time on his phone and saw it was just after 3 A.M. Guilt came swiftly, as did regret. He’d slept away the whole evening and half the night, wasting time alone on the couch instead of spending it cuddling (or fucking) you.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he saw you’d left him a message telling him his food was in the fridge and to come to bed if he wanted.
As if on cue, his stomach rumbled and he made his way into the kitchen.
After eating the plate of food (each bite was more delicious than the last), he quietly washed his plate and utensils.
In the bedroom you were asleep on the bed with the soft light from a table lamp shining next to you. You still had your glasses on, and they sat crookedly. Slowly he removed them and set them on the bedside table before watching you again.
You were on top of the covers, curled up beneath another afghan and his denim jacket. His heart pounded fiercely; he found the sight both soothing and scintillating. A comfort to see you nestled so, yet despair that he was not beside you.
The day’s stink and labor clung to him, so he resolved to take a quick shower before joining you. He wanted to sleep skin-to-skin, no barriers between you, aside from his unbuttoned shirt. He’d happily pass the entire weekend like that, with your naked body pressed against him.
The sound of the shower woke you up, and rather than be annoyed at the sound, a grin formed on your face. You hurriedly rid yourself of your tshirt and scrambled to the bathroom, eager to join your mate under the hot water and touch every bit of him with a soapy sponge.
You walked into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain just enough to poke your head in.
“Boo!” you announced, giggling.
Your laughter ceased abruptly when your eyes landed on Daryl’s back. You gasped, stepping into the shower/tub combo. As you did, Daryl turned swiftly around, nearly slipping on the wet porcelain until you steadied him.
“Daryl,” you half-whispered, touching his chest. “What happened?”
Daryl tried to back away from you, holding a washcloth in one fist, but there was nowhere for him to go.
His eyes were frantic, as if he were caught by something (or someone) intent on hurting him.
“Alpha,” you soothed, reaching for his face and cupping his cheek. “It’s just me, just us.”
He blinked at you, droplets of water sticking to the ends of his eyelashes, making him even more alluring.
“‘S nothin’,” he murmured. “‘Ya caught my shadow is all.”
“I just wanted to surprise you.”
“Ya--ya ain’t s’pposed ta see me like this.”
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. “Naked? Wet? I’m your true mate, aren’t I? Why would you hide from me?”
Daryl huffed. His frantic expression changed into a blank look. Without turning around, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, avoiding your eyes.
You followed him out, and you both stood silently, dripping on the rug. You watched Daryl reaching backward for a towel, almost adamant you not see him fully.
Your skin slick from the water, you cornered him, pressing your body into his and throwing your arms around him. Your tears joined the water dripping from your wet hair. “Please don’t hide from me, love,” you begged. “I care for all of you, not parts of you.”
Daryl let out a shuddering breath. A few seconds passed, and he gave up his search for a towel and reached for you instead.
He kissed you, holding tightly to your jaw with both hands, molding his lips to yours until you almost melted to the floor with the passion of his kiss. He pulled away enough to look down into your eyes. Then, he lifted your arms away from his middle, and he turned around.
You traced the scars with a finger, touching each one. As you did this, you found it alarmingly easy to imagine the pain they’d caused, even though you’d never experienced anything like it. Was that due to your connection? Even without you being claimed and wearing his mark?
Daryl’s breathing slowed, and he held himself still. Eventually, he spoke.
“I was young, prolly ‘bout fourteen. Not tall ‘nough ta look tha’ ol’ man in ‘is eyes. Merle was long gone--Marines took ‘im. Jus’ me an’ my old man. No one else ta hit but me.”
You kissed his back and smoothed your hands over the toned muscles there. “What about your mom?”
“She took the easy way out.”
It took a moment before you understood. Suicide.
Daryl grabbed a towel and put it around you. ”Jus’ don’ tell Merle.”
“Merle doesn’t know?”
Daryl shook his head, causing his wet hair to hang over his eyes.
You put a hand on his chest. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
He put his hand over yours, gazing at you through the tendrils of his wet hair. “He’ll blame himself.” Daryl took a deep breath. “A’int his fault. Couldn’t’ve been.”
You didn’t quite understand but you whispered, “Okay,” and put your forehead in the crook of his shoulder. “I promise.”
Daryl used his free hand to lift your chin so you were looking at him. “I know I ain’t much to look at, not like this. I’d get if ya don’ wan’ me no more. “
“Daryl,” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes. “I think you’re gorgeous. I have since I first saw you. You have the most beautiful eyes, and you’re so strong. Look at all these muscles.” You grinned and ran your hands along his arms. Noticing a blush on his ears and creeping up his chest, you went on. “Everything about you I find wonderful, beautiful, including what I just saw tonight. You’re my mate, Alpha. Nothing could stop me from wanting you.”
He turned again, now facing you with a towel in his hand. He wrapped you in it and lifted you off the floor.
He carried you to the bedroom and put you down near the bed, drying you off before taking the towel to himself and tossing it to the side.
You both got into bed. Daryl leaned with his back against the headboard and you kneeled next to him.
“I want to have your pups,” you said, watching him. “I’ve always wanted a pack, a family, Daryl. Something to be part of, with a mate and pups to love. I was all alone growing up, and it sounds like you were, too, at least some of the time. As long as we’re together, neither one of us will be alone again.”
You lay down beside him, resting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat in your ear.
“It really don’t bother ya?” He whispered, tracing a finger behind your ear.
You peered over at him. “No, Alpha. To me, you are strong; you’re perfect. Made for me.”
“Yer perfect, too, Bubbie.” Daryl whispered, holding you close and pulling the covers over you. He kissed your forehead and pressed you tightly against him.
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idk if you will want to give away your secrets but do you do anything different on 911 season one gifs? all your sets always look so good no matter the season or episode. i am just a baby gifmaker and have a hard time getting a handle on the coloring with season one. like i think maybe it's more yellow toned? but i'm not great with figuring that stuff out.
hi, this is so kind of you to say! ❤❤ you're right, s1 of 911 has a weird yellow filter on most scenes (thank fucking god they got rid of that) and a lot of scenes in general across the seasons - especially the ones happening in characters' houses tend to be a little more yellow, which is really annoying to color.
i don't really do anything special, and each scene is different so it's more of a trial and error process, but i can tell you what is almost a laughably easy way to color correct! bear in mind a lot of gifmakers do it differently so don’t take my word as the only one, but hopefully this is simple!
i’m using this scene as an example; this is the gif without any coloring at all:
pretty yellow, right? before you add any of your regular coloring, start off with adding a selective color layer. go to the neutrals tab, and reduce the yellows, and slightly increase the cyans and majentas, like so:
using this layer has very drastic effects, so keep your changes at a minimum! again, it varies from scene to scene, and you need to adjust it as required. this is what the gif looks like now:
if you’re satisfied with how it looks, go ahead and color your gif as you normally would! this is my final result:
looks pretty okay, right? this should work with any gif with a weird filter—if a scene is too blue, for example, you reduce the cyans and increase the yellows and majentas. the trick is to know which colors complement each other and which ones cancel each other out!
do keep in mind what i said about the layer being drastic—especially while you’re coloring poc. you might need to add in some selective color and color balance layers to correct their skin tones. here is a tutorial on anti-whitewashing, and here is a guide on how to make characters of color look less red or orange in your sets.
here’s a comparison of the og and finished scene!
really hope this helps you!
#and again i can't say it enough this is an extremely simplified version of the process#and depending on what scenes you're trying to gif you might need multiple selective color/color balance layers#but this should be a good place to start!#neethu answers#stromlidjess#*tutorial#allresources#completeresources#usergif#userisha#userkourt#useralie#resources
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NONSENSE
: CYJ — wait what? (chapter 1)
Okay right let’s start at the beginning, maybe hopefully. my name is choi yeonjun and i was bitten by a radioactive spider well ever so recently. and for like a good four months i have been seoul’s one true perfect spider-man! you know the rest..i’m a lead singer in my groups band, joined many clubs just so it’d look good on my resume, haven’t fallen in love yet—thats actually a lie. saved many civilians. passed my exams. ate a lot of food with friends and family, i somehow even performed a commercial with a popular skin brand company! but yet even as spider-man with all the courage i still don’t have the courage to talk to her. her name is yn ln, truly the smartest bravest and caring person ever. and to be honest i’m hoping one day i’ll be able to brag to her that yeah i’m spider-man and she’ll fall straight into my arms~ too much? sorry..ANYWAYS. i would’ve never thought i would be a hero, if you told me that when i was back in highschool i would’ve looked you dead in the eyes and tell you to seek professional help. but besides all the constant beat downs the bruises the cuts the deep wounds i still find a way to stand up and fight. why? because i am spider-man—
“YEONJUNNNN” the timing was almost as perfect you could get. from the informality to the way it sounded like a bird screeching told him enough to know who it was. the obvious wasn’t need but the annoyance was needed, a groan rumbled from his lips. shutting his locker only to see a big smiling beomgyu.
his cheeky smile as if he knew he did something wrong but didn’t care in the slightest. “hyung!” beomgyu added softly at the end sticking out his tongue earning a slap to the back of the head from soobin.
“i’m glad soobin did it..i would’ve knocked the shit out of you” yeonjun scowled stuffing a notebook in his shoulder bag. beomgyus wondering eyes caught wind of the notebook. “what’s that? show me!!!!” he reached into the bag to grab it.
yeonjun grabbed his sleeve making beomgyu hit himself on the face “stop snooping. plus you already know what it is..” beomgyu punched yeonjun on the shoulder with his other hand roughly making yeonjun jump back slightly due to the pinch.
“it’s for your little hallway crush huh! HUH!” he insisted, yeonjun rolled his eyes knowing what he was trying to get at. “where is kai and tae?” yeonjun faced his attention to soobin completely ignoring beomgyu.
beomgyu was like a little pest in the wind to yeonjun, maybe even the devil on his shoulder. “they’re already at the tree waiting for us, we were gonna meet you there but someone over here decide to come annoy you!” soobin sided the beomgyu.
“hmm gee i wonder who.” beomgyu stuck out his lips again before walking off the outdoor part of the campus with the two trailing behind him. the weather was beautiful today thankfully. the past few other days have been either rainy or too hot.
the sun beamed down on the three as the door opened to the park like area of the campus, it seemed almost crowded here. only cause the weather plenty of kids often refuse to come out here on any other day.
the tree was a perfect spot. it was the go to spot. yeonjun sighed sliding down the tree his legs sprawling out infront of him, “whatd i kill for a nice iced americano right now..”yeonjun groaned grabbing his notebook from his shoulder bag laying next to him.
he threw his arm over his eyes so he could look around without the sun beaming down harshly on his eyes, his curious eyes wondered around as if he was looking for a certain someone. and there he found you with your close friends and older sister,
his eyes subconsciously moved up and down your figure. not in some hungry way but rather in adoration. he had always found your beauty to be unmatched, he would take pictures but that’s creepy..
a quick glance up and down was all he needed to start the sketch. new fresh page with some colorful pencils and pens. oh how he loved your laugh he loved everything about it, he loved the way you cover your mouth when you giggle when your eyes squint when your dimples pop out.
he could go into full account detail of everything he loved about you from the hair down to the legs. the talks around him started to fade, not because they were leaving him but rather because he was too focused on drawing you.
“yeonjun hyung did you see that fat bird?” hueningkai had looked at his hyung, “hyung?” he pouted poking yeonjun.
“he’s busy..” taehyun crossed his arms to his chest closing his eyes, “he’s in his im drawing my love of my life who doesn’t know me!” he snarked.
“he’s delusional but it’s okay!” soobin smiled stuffing pieces of bread pastries in his mouth, “she may not know yeonjun hyung but when she sees him she’ll def be head over heels!” soobin nodded his head as assurance to his words.
“do you think so?” yeonjun has cocked up his left eyebrow every so slightly, his eyes not leaving her and the sketchbook.
“no but hey we love our delusions!” beomgyu cut off soobin before he could say anything eating an honest laugh from taehyun,
“fuck you too gyu!” yeonjun muttered putting up the middle finger still not bothering to look at him and his messy wolfcut. yeonjun looked up to where yn was but to his dismay she was gone
he raised one of his eyebrows confused, she usually hung out in that area so why would she leave? was all her could ask himself. a sigh rolled off his lips as he shut his notebook stuffing it back into his bag.
“did you see that group of guys at the tree?” kazuha had poked yn’s left arm to get her attention. yn shook her head no an obvious lie that even a baby could tell from. she had noticed them the minute they sat down at the tree. the one sliding down the tree had made her interested a litte, “well there was this cute dude and i think he was drawing one of us” kazuha blushed twirling her hair slightly
“why are you so giggly for?” wonyoung asked the giggling girl. “what they were cute and kept looking our way!” the girl tried to justify, “oorrr it’s just because you have the hots for them!” keeho rolled his eyes
yn smiled slightly as she messed with her fingernails, “i mean i guess they were kinda cute. well one was thats for sure..his black hair the short mullet, it…suits him well”
“oh do you mean yeonjun? he’s a sweet guy. kinda mysterious though.” wonyoung smiled at yn, “why do you have the hots for him?” she teased the girl causing her to roll her eyes slightly. yn shook her head tilting it to the side afterwards, “i would like to get to know him better, i have him for labs..”
keeho looked at wonyoung whom had a slight smirk on her face. “we can play some cupid!” “NO CUPID.” soyeon flicked wonyoungs forehead.
“okay class i’ll be putting you into duos! and no you cannot pick your partners. i know i know shame boo hoo.” your teacher cried sarcastically and explained your project, he called names by names; when he called keeho’s name you were sadly not paired with him.
it seemed like forever since he had called her name, “lastly yn and yeonjun!” yn’s lips parted in a small o. she was going to grab her things but yeonjun was one step ahead of her as he walked over to her.
“you’re mullet boy..” yn said a little loudly so he heard, he tilted his head slightly with a confused expression “what??” he managed to get out with a small chuckle, “well it’s just that you’re mullet looks good on you. most people can’t pull it off well..but you can” she blurted out without a thought. his ears turned red slightly, yn’s eyes were very much fixated on his his facial structure that unmatched truly
yeonjun’s ears started to turn more red. he was flustered. “i was…i was going to cut it off but now that you said it looks good i might keep it” he smiled gummy-ly at her.
yn caught wind that she was staring so she cleared her throat. wiping her hands on her cloak, “so what should we start on? i was thinking maybe we can create some kind of slime like substance!” yn stated shooting casual glances at yeonjun, “…but now that i think about it that doesn’t sound good…” she chuckled awkwardly
“no no that sounds like a good idea! we can be like that one girl from big hero 6, whats her name?” yeonjun tried to recall the fictional girls name. “honey lemon!” yn gasped, “i didn’t know you watched it, most people here don’t like those things..”
“well i am not most people! i love that movie it’s one of my personal favorites from disney” he was standing so he leaned his body against the lab tables, his hands were stuffed in his lab pockets.
the rest of the class went by pretty smoothly, the two got to know eachother more and got to start working on their project. its like they clicked the minute they started to talk to eachother. yeonjun though was a mess he kept stumbling and tripping over his words whenever he felt her eyes fixated onto him.
the bell had rung meaning that class session was over, he had no other classes that day but she still had another one with most of her friends. yeonjun was walking out the door with his dorm keys in his pocket and phone in his hands, “yeonjun wait!” yn’s voice called from behind.
“before you go can i see your phone real quick?” she asked holding out her hand, confused he unlocks it and hand it over to her “i mean sure” she smiles at him quickly scrolling to find contacts,
entering her digits and name onto his contact list, she even sent a small text to herself from his phone, handing it back to him. “you left before i could do this” she smiled at him, “lets meet up sometime for the peoject” she happily said before quickly rushing off to her next class.
he had look down at his phone and it was her name and number, his mind went completely blank for a few minutes as he just stood there near the door of the classroom. he blinked multiple times to see if this was a dream, he looked sound and back down at his phone “wait what.”
AVENGERS RADIO STATION: yeah so uhm no spider-man content in this one but i assure you there’ll be some in chapter two because this is more of an introduction than anything..
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Kinktober 2022 Day 4
Day 4: Wax Play
“You’re sure you’re okay with me doing this?” Mad asked as he sat himself down on Mare’s lap, making sure his little table was in perfect reach.
“I don’t think you understand just how sexy I think this is.” Mare chuckled, happily tucking his hands behind his head. He was laying on his back on the bed and both of them were without clothing. “Out of all of the things for you to be curious about, this is definitely one of the spicier ones.”
“It just seems…fun.” Mad giggled. “Just let me know if you don’t like it, okay?”
“I promise, starlight.” Mare winked. “Now, paint me like one of your french girls.”
“We do have the nudity of that aspect down.” Mad giggled some more as he grabbed a brush and his first color of ‘skin-friendly’ melted wax. He had spoken to Phantom about where to get this product and was fairly certain Phantom was using the other half of the waxes he had bought. Jackie almost walking in on them undressing earlier was a big giveaway of that.
“And now we get to the steamy sex scene~” Mare did a little shinny and then laughed a little at himself.
“Hopefully we don’t end up steaming things.” Mad dipped his brush into the wax. “That’s a good sign this is all too hot.”
“Oh, this is very hot.” Mare wiggled his eyebrows. Mad just stuck the tip of his tongue out before painting a light purple streak of wax down the canter of Mare’s chest. “Fuck~!” Mare found himself arching up towards Mad. That felt so much better than it had any right to. Did he just find a new kink? Was this a kink? Whatever it was, he needed Mad to do more of it.
“That was a good ‘fuck’, right?” Mad asked. He really wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction and couldn’t read it.
“Yes, very good, like, please do that again, good.” Mare wanted to take his hands out to hold Mad but wanted to make sure Mad was the one in charge. He was the one who wanted to try this, he got the say.
“I can do that.” Mad smiled and painted another stripe, ending up going across one of Mare’s nipples. Mare gasped and moaned, struggling to stay still as Mad went into ‘work mode’ and added even more wax to his nipple, wanting it to be fully covered.
“Mad~” Mare groaned when Mad used his fingers to pinch and flick the wave off of his nipple.
“I think it’d look better if there’s a stripe of a different color going through this part.” Mad stated, not even thinking about what he was doing to Mare. “I think red would look interesting.” He traded colors and went right into re-painting some warm wax across the nipple and up Mare’s chest again. “Better.” Mad nodded and went to do the same pattern to the other side of Mare’s chest, including flicking off the wax on the nipple.
“Mad, fucking, shit~” Mare closed his eyes and tilted his head back, barely able to keep his hips from bucking up.
“Am I hurting you?” Mad sat back a little and when he felt something firm pressing against him, that told him right away it was the opposite. Mad blinked a few times before tilting his head and setting the brush and wax down. He reached behind himself and tucked Mare’s cock between his ass, sitting in a way that rocking his hips would rub against it fully.
“A-Ah~” Mare’s legs went apart a bit so he could thrust up to add more to the feeling. Mad reached over, grabbed the brush, dipped it in wax and he painted a long stripe down Mare’s stomach. “Fuck!” That was enough to send Mare over the edge and he came with another curse.
“Did I do good?” Mad asked as Mare caught his breath.
“Very…very good.” Mare panted. “We are so playing with wax more.”
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I really appreciate that you’re talking about the Sumeru characters. I’m also very disappointed, I really wanted some more variety in skin tones with this new region, and it’s upsetting to see the characters look like the other nations. Hopefully in the desert half of sumeru, hoyoverse will listen to all the players and make more characters with darker skin tones.
I recommend this post however, because this account took a really deep look into the background/history of the cultures Sumeru is based off of and gave some explanation as to why the characters don’t exactly look as expected:
https://narcoticwriter.tumblr.com/post/688443614675779584/me-looks-at-leaks-okay-new-characters-cant
They also make a really good point about how even if the characters don’t look the way we were hoping, completely hating them over their skin color is a little weird 0-0 it’s nice to see the differing opinions that people have on the issue
post link here
aaaah thank you for adding your input and linking me to this well written explanation!! I've never particularly brought up the issue because I did find the designs to be beautiful, but maybe my main disappointment was simply from the lack of diverse skin tones (NPCs included). Then again, nothing is final yet, so I'll just hope the upcoming (and the future) designs would bring the og inspired nations some justice. (On a side note, as a design student, I'm highly interested in their styles just as much as I am with their background and personality! heheheh)
I highly suggest others to read the link when they can :> it's about Sumeru
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can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.
pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.
a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not
thank u so much aly 💖🥺
reciprocation
pairing: reiner braun x reader
a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!
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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.
you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.
and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.
the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.
you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.
you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.
when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.
you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”
pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough.
that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.
pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”
you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.
damn you, pieck.
the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.
still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.
then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.
conflicted? why?
there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.
two days pass.
you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms.
freedom at last.
you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.
you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -
“hey.”
speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.
reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.
“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.
and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.
the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man.
his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.
“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.
“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”
“that bad?”
“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”
reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.
hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”
reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”
“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”
reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.
“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.
is he scared or something? what the hell?
“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”
the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”
“ … why me?”
reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”
“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”
it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden.
there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.
so you decide to tell reiner why you love him.
you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.
the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.
the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.
god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.
that’s when he reaches out to you.
reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him.
when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece.
heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.
this utterly amazing man likes you. always has.
but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.
because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.
“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.
by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.
reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”
you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone.
there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.
the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.
it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.
reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.
as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.
you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.
as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.
“i like you,” reiner murmurs.
the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.
#timeskip reiner still sexy asf#I just wanna hug and kiss him ugh#reiner braun x reader#reiner x reader#aot x reader#attack on titan fanfiction#snk x reader#reiner braun#reiner x you#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin
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You’re Just a Boy in a Blueberry Field
No fruit is sweeter than a summer love.
member: haechan
au: blueberry farmer!haechan x gn!reader
word count: 5.0k
genre: fluff, very light angst
warnings: mentions of food
author’s note: It’s here! I actually wrote most of this last summer, but only recently did I find the time to edit and get it ready to be posted. I added some parts and changed a few things, and now I like it quite a lot, so I hope you do as well! Thank you @astroboy-lele for beta-reading :) As always I would love to hear any feedback on this, and I hope that you enjoy the fic!
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Donghyuck knows everything there is to know about those blueberries.
Without even pausing for the briefest of moments to think, to instinctively recall the information instilled in him throughout his childhood spent on the farm, he can answer any question that’s thrown at him. He can point out just the right color of berry to pick so that they’ll be ripe when you eat them later. Likewise, he can also tell you which ones are best to eat now, as you pick them, pretending not to notice when you pop one or two into your mouth and grinning when your eyes light up from the sweetness.
A day comes where he, filled with mischief as usual, places a not-so-ripe blueberry into your hand, and you, being so wrapped up in the peacefulness of the morning that surrounds you, fail to notice its red color and don’t think twice about lifting it to your lips, biting into it with your teeth. When the tart taste meets your tongue, your face contorts into an expression that elicits a raucous fit of laughter from him. You’re the first one in the fields that day. When the sun had risen on the horizon, the fleeting touch of color in the sky that dawn left behind still lingering above, he had been there, sitting on the front porch as always to greet customers.
Donghyuck knows every bug that loves to rest on the branches of the blueberry bushes. After spending so much time next to you as you scan them for the pops of vivid blues and purples that are hidden behind jade green leaves, he begins to learn that you are not fond of any bug, no matter how harmless. It’s cute, he thinks, how you inspect every berry that you drop into your basket, fearing that some small creature is lurking on it. If you do find something, he hears a small noise of both surprise and disgust before you fling the perfectly good berry away from you. It also hurts a little, knowing that it’s one less for you to take home.
When more people arrive at the farm after you, he’s forced to leave your side and get them started on their own search for the delicious fruit that’s nestled among the branches of nearly every bush. And if they ask where the best ones are, he specifically points them in the direction of the fields where you aren’t. It isn’t a lie, really, because they’ve had a good harvest everywhere this year.
...Okay, so maybe it’s a little selfish on his part, but who can blame him for wanting you to have some of the most plentiful bushes all to yourself?
Wednesdays are his favorite because it’s always the least crowded of all the mornings they’re open for business, and he can spend more time following you as you make your way down the rows, admiring the focus on your face and the way that you sometimes pause mid-reach, closing your eyes and standing still as the sun peeks through the clouds and casts its warm glow down onto the farm. A gentle sigh tumbles from your lips, darkened by the violet nectar that remains from the countless blueberries that have crossed their usually pink-tinted threshold. You resume your search after a few seconds, catching his eye and returning a smile he didn’t even know was there.
He makes the berries taste a little sweeter when he’s next to you. The purple juice that stains your fingers is a little darker. The sun feels brighter and warmer than ever, its heat shining down onto your skin.
One particular morning, after you finish picking all the blueberries you can carry, you decide to accompany Donghyuck on the porch, sitting beside each other in matching rocking chairs that first belonged to his great-grandparents, the farm’s founders. The familiar sounds of birds chirping and the low mumbling amongst customers meet your ears. You both gaze fondly at the horizon while immersed in casual chatter, all the while tending to several families as they come and go.
Whenever a car turns off of the two-lane, paved road and onto the noisy gravel path leading into a small grassy area that functions as a parking lot, Donghyuck excuses himself from the lively conversation both of you always find yourselves sharing. He stands, brushing his hands off on his faded denim overalls that are only slightly too large for his frame. His hand lifts up the baseball cap he always wears while the other runs through his hair, and your gaze falls on the back of his neck where it rests in longer strands. You always wonder why he keeps it like that since he complains about how hot it makes him feel. The humid summer air is stifling enough as it is, after all. The thought vanishes only moments after it arrives, though, and he flashes a brilliant grin at you over his shoulder as he descends the wooden stairs leading down to the patio.
Today, a happy looking family gets out of a shiny silver minivan. The mother and father with two kids, a boy and a girl, make their way toward the covered patio and Donghyuck bounds down the steps like always, grabbing 4 stacked pails in his calloused hands. You lean forward a little in the creaky old rocking chair, your weight in your toes, ears just barely picking up his conversation with them. He greets the parents warmly, shaking their hands and then he kneels down to be eye-level with the small children. The little boy seems shy as he clasps his fingers in front of him, thumbs twiddling back and forth, while his sister is clearly the opposite. She skips over to the much taller boy, saying hello.
“Do you two like blueberries?” He asks them, one arm resting on his knee and the other extending a pail out in front of him. The young girl nods enthusiastically before she takes the container from his hand and turns around, passing it to her brother as he nods, making eye contact with Donghyuck for the first time. A small smile grows on his face when he’s met with the wider one of the unfamiliar but still welcoming stranger. His sister speaks up again, “Every Friday we get to help Mom make her famous blueberry pie!”
“Is that right?”
“Yep! In the morning we always go to the supermarket and get fresh blueberries,” she explains. Her mother leans down, softly telling her that this week they’re here to pick blueberries instead, fresh from the farm they were grown on.
“Really? So that means we’re not buying them at the store anymore?”
“Well, honey, today we can pick enough blueberries to last us for a whole month’s worth of blueberry pies.”
“And besides,” Donghyuck starts, still kneeling on the ground next to her, his boot leaving an imprint in the dirt underneath it, “it’ll taste even better since you picked them yourselves, don’t you think?” The boy punctuates his question with a wink.
The young boy steps up for the first time, grin stretching even wider as he finds the courage to happily agree with the wise words. Exclaiming eagerly and in a way that only a child can, he takes his sister by the hand that’s not holding his small bucket before scurrying off, their parents close behind after grabbing pails for each other as well as a third that their daughter had forgotten in the midst of the excitement.
As Donghyuck joins you on the porch once again, you can’t help but smile as you remember how he interacts with each and every customer that passes through the weathered fence surrounding the property. When he talks to kids in particular, his eyes seem to light up, and you see just how much of a kid he still is deep down. His playfulness never fails to make an appearance whenever you spend time with him.
You’re thankful for the moo of a cow in the distance that interrupts his question of why you’re smiling like an idiot and hopefully drowns out the steady sound of your pounding heart.
The next week he tells you that the rest of his family is out of town, and he’s been left with the responsibility of running the farm all on his own. He usually does most of the work himself these days anyway since he’s getting older and more mature, although some of his jokes say otherwise. You miss the way his mom would poke her head out of the upstairs window of the main house, calling out a greeting to you both from across the property, overjoyed at the sight of her son spending time with the particular customer he’s mentioned so many times before. Whether he would share an amusing anecdote of yours with his siblings at the dinner table or point out something that reminded him of you, it was far too easy for her to figure out how he feels about you.
In an effort to spend more time with him, keep him company and just help out in general, you offer to stay at the house with him for a little while. Or at least until his family gets back from their trip, and to your delight, he agrees. You arrive in the late evening, on a day when the fields are closed, just in time to catch the setting sun as it disappears behind the trees and power lines that seem to stretch for miles in the distance. Tugging an overnight bag of belongings with you, you knock twice on the wood of his front door.
It opens swiftly and Donghyuck welcomes you inside, wearing an apron that he must have outgrown 10 years ago, at least. You snicker at the snug choice of attire and he shoves your shoulder, though not with enough force to make you stumble. He whines a little in that saccharine-sweet voice of his that makes your heart clench, but you don’t give in. Not this time.
When the farm is closed for the day, the family has a chance to pick from some of the bushes that are planted in a more secluded area, all to ensure that they also have a big enough supply of the fruit to last them for the season. So Donghyuck had woken up at the crack of dawn, although you aren’t sure why. He had made his way downstairs and out into the dewy air of the morning, gathering just enough blueberries to bake a cobbler that night when you came over, since he’d learned it was your favorite treat after hours of conversation about anything and everything. The recipe comes straight from his great-grandfather, he informs you, and it’s written on a yellowing piece of paper in handwriting that you couldn’t read even if you tried. He, however, can somehow decode the seemingly nonsensical swirls and lines on the page. You suppose it’s part of the magic of the family recipe that gets passed down with it.
Donning an apron yourself, you join him at the sink as you begin washing the berries, gently grabbing a handful at a time as you let the tap water clean them. When you both reach into the large container at the same time, your hands brush and you almost scoff at the swell of your heart that you feel inside your chest.
As you’re working together to make the batter that you will soon pour into his mother’s finest glass baking pan, Donghyuck briskly swipes his fingertip on the side of the bowl where the mixer had splattered the combined ingredients, extending it in your direction. You raise an eyebrow at the boy and said fingertip before turning your head away.
“If you really think that I would lick that off your finger, then you’re terribly mistaken.”
Coyly, the mischief-maker in question retorts back as you glance at his impishly delighted expression. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” you state rather firmly, but matching the mirth in his eyes with a glimmer of amusement in your own. “I’ll settle for the spatula, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” Donghyuck rolls his eyes, your answer completely expected. At least he tried.
You won’t deny that you enjoy sampling a bit of the batter of a dessert as much as anyone. But not that much.
Left with no choice, he takes himself up on his own offer and sticks his finger into his mouth with an audible ‘pop,’ exaggerating the action just to get a rise out of you, feeling the upward curl of his lips when you react ever so slightly with a silent chuckle.
You’re adding the last bit of flour to the mixture when you accidentally get some of the powdery substance on your hand in the process. Turning the automatic mixer off, you momentarily forget about your stained skin and you make the mistake of wiping your face with the back of your wrist, smearing the white stuff on your cheek. Donghyuck notices, of course, and an innocent attempt to help clean up the mess only ends with the two of you blushing like crazy.
“Let me help you,” he speaks up.
“Don’t be ridiculous, the pan’s not that heavy, and even if it was, I’m strong enough anyway—”
You’re about to pick up the glassware but his sudden strides over to you from across the large kitchen cause everything you were saying, doing, and thinking to come to a complete stop. You’ve never really had a problem with personal space before, but right now he’s leaning down and his face is so close that you’re afraid to even breathe for fear that the action might just throw you off balance and towards him. For fear that you might not push his chest away with your hands if that happens.
He’s bending his knees to match your eye level and his hand lifts from its place at his side, hovering in midair not far from where the flour still lingers on your skin. His eyes had been so focused on the stain but the shrinking proximity between you and him pulls his gaze from your cheek to your eyes, blown wide and confused because you still have no idea that there’s something on your face.
The undoubtedly palpable tension in the room almost reaches down his throat and pulls the words from his vocal chords in an effort to dispel the heavy air circulating around the both of you.
“There’s… uh… you have flour…”
Donghyuck still hasn’t broken the less than comfortable eye contact, but he’s unable to look away for reasons unknown to him. After an agonizing amount of seconds your brain switches on again, albeit slowly, and you’re able to properly process the position you’re currently in. Your own hand starts to lift and though the movement is slight, it’s enough to draw his eyes down to it and he finds the strength to complete his goal at last.
His thumb swipes across your cheek and without even thinking he pops it into his mouth once again, forgetting about the unpleasant taste of flour. The way that the boy’s face scrunches up when the bitter powder meets his tongue doesn’t eliminate the awkwardness completely, but it’s a start. You hastily make an effort to avert your gaze as you frantically wonder if he caught your face that’s surely as warm as a blazing fireplace, all because he did the unthinkable with that stupid finger of his.
You won’t let yourself dwell on how his hand is just the right size to cradle the side of your head, or how much nicer his lips look up close, or how they must taste like the blueberries that he snuck into his mouth as you made the cobbler, or how you wished he had used his lips on your cheek instead of his thumb.
How you wish he had closed the almost nonexistent distance between your flushed faces.
These thoughts do nothing to ease the steadily growing heat that’s currently taking over your skin. Your eyes land on the glass pan and you take the opportunity to grab it, acting as a sort of distraction for your mind and also as something to snap you both out of your embarrassed hazes.
You get the finished dessert into the oven with no trouble after that, and now you have a little over half an hour of time to kill before it’s ready, so Donghyuck leads you into the nicely furnished family room and plops down onto the plush couch. When you don’t immediately follow he glances up at you, sensing that you’re still hesitant after the awkward moment. He smiles softly and almost apologetically, as if he’s sending a silent signal that you’ll both move past it soon enough, an invitation to put the incident behind the two of you. And you accept it.
You take a deep breath before you sit down next to him, sinking into the cushions underneath and behind you. The material dips slightly under the weight of both your bodies and gravity itself seems to be in control as it pushes you together, shoulders bumping and the sides of your legs being pressed up against each other. Thankfully, the television roars to life with the laughter of a live audience on one of your favorite shows, and you exhale a puff of air you didn’t even know you were holding in. With every scene that lights up the large display, you curl up further and further into his side, his arm migrating across the back of the sofa and winding around your shoulder only a few centimeters at a time.
This feels like home. Donghyuck feels like home.
The buzzer of the oven interrupts when you’re halfway through another episode, prompting you to jump to your feet just as abruptly as the alarm-like noise had started blaring. Consequently his arm flops down by his side as he mentally curses the loud intrusion into what had become a comfortable atmosphere, an atmosphere that was finally surrounding you again after what felt like an eternity but had really only been an hour.
In no time, you’re returning from the kitchen, the warm blueberry contents of the cobbler oozing out onto the flowery pair of plates you had grabbed from the cupboard. Handing one to him and setting the other aside for yourself, you quickly go back around the corner to grab two tall cups of cold milk. Your second time joining him on the couch comes more easily, almost all of the earlier tension having dispersed into the room, wafting out the windows along with the delicious scent of the fruit baked into the sweet, flaky crust. In fact, you’re fairly sure that it’s strong enough for even his neighbors down the road to smell. Which reminds you: you need to package some up to deliver to them tomorrow, per Donghyuck’s suggestion.
You’re most definitely sure that he smells the aroma, of course, because it’s hard to ignore the eagerness with which he takes a large bite of the dessert. “We make better bakers that I thought we would,” the boy comments, taking a sip of milk. The white mustache that it creates above his top lip when he lifts the glass to his mouth is enough to make you giggle, and you’re unaware that this predictable reaction was his objective all along. He grins, rather satisfied.
With your stomach now full, a head-plaguing drowsiness begins to set in. It slowly fills your senses enough for you to drift off, fork nearly falling out of your hand and onto the floor before he catches it, along with your weight when you slump down against his shoulder. Donghyuck is barely able to reach one of the end tables, and he sets the dishes and silverware down next to the now empty cups. Your body unconsciously clings to his like a koala to a branch, with both hands clutching one of his arms and a leg hooked over his thighs.
He takes one look at you and wishes he could pause time, to stay here forever. It’s not every day that he meets someone who can easily match the amount of snark he possesses. Simultaneously, you also balance out the friendship you share with your compassion and sense of wonder about the world, always evident in your morning routine when you come to the fields. Donghyuck has noticed that you bring out those same qualities in him, perhaps more than anyone else ever has. And just like you’re holding him right now, he vows to hold on to you.
As much as he doesn’t want to get up and for the evening to progress, he knows he should, that it has to. So he manages to detach from the hold of your limbs, gently pushing himself up and off of the couch so he doesn’t disturb you.
Glancing at the large antique clock above the doorway that leads out into the hall, Donghyuck realizes it’s much later than he thought. He decides to turn in for the night, but on a regular day he usually finds himself still awake well past midnight, despite the need to wake up early the next morning and run the farm from the crack of dawn.
Since you’re tired and he doesn’t want to risk you waking up alone in an unfamiliar bed and place, he comes to the conclusion that he’ll join you. Only leaving your side for a moment, he puts the cobbler into the refrigerator and turns off the kitchen lights behind him as he goes. Softly padding halfway up the stairwell, Donghyuck makes sure there’s enough light for him to see where he’s going before making his way back into the living room one last time. He tucks one arm underneath both of your bent knees as tenderly as he can, and places the other behind the middle of your back, hand gently curling against your waist. He carries you with probably the most delicacy he’s shown in his entire life.
Going upstairs is generally an easy task, but doing so while carrying another person is a different story. He would never forgive himself if he were to hurt you in any way. If even your foot happened to bump the wall next to you, a burst of frustration at himself and his own carelessness would surface regardless of the impact’s intensity
Your position in his arms gives him yet another opportunity to gaze upon your peaceful expression, and he begins to think more deeply about what you are to him. Looking forward to your visits makes his work so much more enjoyable and worth it. You’re someone who truly appreciates what he and his family do for a living and you faithfully support them with your business as a customer whenever you can, which is a rare thing to find in most people that come. Most are just bored and in need of something to occupy themselves or their kids. Sometimes they don’t even pick that many berries. But you always make sure to bring your own basket, which holds just as many as if not more than the ones the farm provides, and fill it to the brim. In his eyes, you’re special.
Amidst the mostly-asleep state that you’re in, your eyes just barely open far enough to see a blurry picture of Donghyuck’s face as he carries you through the house and up into the bedroom he had suggested you share. He sets you down onto the soft mattress before pulling the covers up to your stomach, retreating into the attached bathroom to quickly change into a thin t-shirt and his favorite pair of plaid pajama pants.
The memory of that conversation floods back to you. Initially, you refused the offer, saying that he would rest better if he had more space to move around. But being the clingy person he is, he had pouted desperately as you struggled to stand your ground in the discussion. “Fine,” you had huffed, only half-frustrated with those doe eyes he always uses to get his way, and your lips had great difficulty holding back a smile.
The hum of electricity that can be heard emanating from the next room snaps you out of these thoughts, and is enough to wake you up a bit more. Your gaze scans the surroundings for a minute or two before he opens the door again, his eyes now looking as heavy as your own.
Donghyuck joins you under the blanket and shifts to lay on his side, facing you. It’s funny that you’re both able to adjust to a situation so intimate and new almost instantly. Still on your back, your head turns and you’re conscious enough to raise an eyebrow at the boy. There’s that pout again.
“Please?” He mumbles, his bottom lip jutting out in an action he’s perfected. You know exactly what he’s after: cuddles.
You don’t even try to hide the playful roll of your eyes as you scoot a little closer, but it’s not close enough for him. He gets impatient, meeting you halfway, and this time it’s him that flings a leg over yours. An endearing, small noise of contentment from him fills your ears as you take notice of his arms, now interlocked behind your neck and around your shoulders. You melt into the snug position, a hand landing on his forearm that’s laying across your chest. Turning ever so slightly to the side, your other hand winds around his middle and eventually rests just above his hip, pulling him into you even more. Donghyuck nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, a few strands of your hair tickling his skin as he sighs in complete and utter bliss.
Determined to savor the moment until the irresistible inevitability of slumber starts to overtake you once more, you fight to stay awake with all of your might. But in what you thought was only the blink of an eye, the glittering stars visible through the bay window’s sheer drapes morph into the pale golden rays of first light. There’s a soft murmur of your name along with an unintentional, almost imperceptible peck to the place where his lips meet your skin, and you’re wide awake. Not to mention a little shocked.
He’s utterly unfazed, though, slowly waking up now that the sun has gotten brighter, its beams filtering into the room and hitting his already glowing face that becomes a gorgeous honey-colored hue.
Donghyuck reluctantly withdraws his arms from your form after one last embrace, effortlessly rising from the wrinkled bed sheets and offering his hand to you when you start to do the same. A sleepy smile makes a home on his features and he reminds you of your task to deliver a portion of the dessert you made to his next-door neighbors.
That’s exactly what you do, first making yourselves presentable in the bathroom by smoothing down wild bed hair and freshening up your faces with cool water. Being around to see each other’s natural morning states is a major act of trust, and he doesn’t miss an opportunity to poke fun at you for it.
“How long does it normally take for you to do your hair every day before you come here?” His tone is dripping with feigned innocence, but the sly grin on his lips says otherwise.
“Shut up, Hyuck.”
Tupperware container in hand, your shoes step in rhythm with his as you amble along the grassy shoulder of the street together. Somehow you end up hand-in-hand by the time you reach his neighbors’ front patio.
“Donghyuck!” The elderly woman at the door greets him with a twinkling voice, her husband coming into view soon after. “Look who it is, honey,” she motions fondly to the boy who they both once knew to be much shorter and younger, but now is all grown up before their eyes. “You’re getting so tall. It seems like only yesterday you were scurrying through the blueberry fields and waving to us through the gaps in the fence.”
“Yes ma’am, it does,” he responds politely. The couple has been living there for as far back as he can remember, and quite honestly they feel as if they’ve become part of his family, too.
Her warm brown eyes light up. “Is this the customer your mother was telling me about last week? She mentioned how close you’ve become, and now I’m finally seeing it for myself. You make a lovely pair.”
“Oh—” Donghyuck startles. Not much can get him flustered, but he hadn’t exactly been anticipating for his mom to recount all the things he’s said about you to the sweetest and most innocent of elderly couples. Of course they would assume that there’s something going on.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, with you. He wouldn’t mind at all, really. He’ll just need to have a word about a little thing called privacy with his mother later.
You see the glint of panic in his eyes and speak up. It’s not often he makes such an easy target for teasing. “Thank you,” you state graciously, the smugness in the statement only noticeable to him. “We’re very happy together.” He feels you lean into him, fingers unwrapping from his and gripping the other side of his waist. You know exactly what you’re doing, and so does he.
Almost forgetting to hand over the slices of cobbler you’d cut earlier, Donghyuck nudges you to do so, and the four of you exchange thanks and farewells before you’re on your way back to the farm.
“Happy together, huh?”
“Shut up, Hyuck.” You mumble something else afterwards that he doesn’t quite catch.
“What’s that? Didn’t hear you,” he sings, stopping in his tracks. You do the same. “Shut up and what?”
“...And kiss me.”
After many days and many nights spent wondering, you can confirm that his lips do, indeed, taste as sweet as the blueberries in those fields.
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Let's Play A Love Game
Author's note: this one is rated 😈 so yeah. There was originally more angst in my mind but once I got to that part I was over it lol I'm the worst at angst I much rather make it naughty. It's more rushed than I wanted but I don't really have time to write 10k fics right now. But hopefully soon.
Summary: it's just pretend, right?
She hadn't meant to push the event in the corner of her mind until she forgot about it completely, so much so that when the e-vite showed up in her inbox she stared at it in wide eyed shock not even noticing Mi-Seon creeping up behind her.
"It's already time for that? I usually know it's coming because you start buying expensive dresses you can't afford and crying at your credit card bill. Maybe country life has really changed you hm?"
False. Inaccurate. Utterly wrong to the every core.
She lets out a shrill scream letting her head fall painfully on her desktop.
"I'm an idiot! Just kill me now, I deserve it." She has nothing to wear, okay the mountain of boxes in her living room, bedroom and some hidden in the linen closet beg to defer but none of that is worthy of this event. The annual dentist convention in Seoul, it's a week long getaway. It's meant to be an opportunity to build connections and attend professional learning classes, but that has long been abandoned. Now it is a fashion show and chance to show off your success and this year more than ever she has to impress everyone. They all look down on her and her cute little practice. Those judgemental snarky bitches.
"Do we have anymore patients?" She absently asks her best friend, only friend already getting up and walking away.
"No that was the last one. Do you want to call it a day?" She doesn't give a verbal reply lost in her phone and the disease that is online shopping, in the span of three minutes she has already added seven dresses to her cart.
"Chief Hong is going to have a long day."
It's just as Mi-seon says the next day the nosy know it all shows up glaring at her over the handful of packages in his arms.
"Don't tell me you're doing this again. What more could you possibly have to order? How much things does one woman need?" His voice is an air warmer than the last time they were in this very same position, but she tries not to think too hard about it. Their relationship is too confusing these days, as temperamental as the sea.
"Are delivery men allowed to complain this much when they're doing a job they are getting paid for?" She snarks back, snatching her packages from his arms with a huff. Ignoring the grin on his face as she disappears into her house.
"That better be all you order. I'm not coming back."
He comes back. At least six more trips, more boxes each time on the last day he doesn't simply leave after making his delivery.
"I'm coming in for tea because of you I've been working too hard." She squeaks indignantly as he pushes past her, their shoulders brushing in the tight space of the doorway.
She should wait until she doesn't have an audience but she's too impatient so while he's making the tea in her kitchen (so rude and intrusive), she starts to open a few boxes pulling out the contents. Dresses, blouses, shirts, hair accessories, lipsticks in all shades and hues, and of course shoes; heels, flats and everything in between.
"Your house looks like a department store." She jumps at his voice glancing up at him, almost laughing at the hedgehog mug that he's drinking out of that Mi-seon gave her as a joke. Leave it to him to pick the most ridiculous mug.
"Hurry up and go so I can try everything on." She starts to take the objects out and organize them, putting together possible outfits lazily.
"Why not have a fashion show?" He slurps loudly at the tea, sighing and smiling down at the warm beverage. Acting like he's never had tea before, such a plebian.
"A fashion show?"
"Yeah, model all that", he motions to the new boxes littering her bedroom floor, "and I'll let you know what looks good."
She scoffs, loudly looking at his lackluster outfit; a simple white tee tucked into dark cargo pants with suspenders.
"What do you know about fashion?" She replies meanly, despite the little voice in her mind that reminds her that while his outfits are more practical than fashionable there is something distracting about the way his shoulders fill out his shirts and the way his long legs sit in his pants.
He shrugs looking down at himself, "I'm the town handy man I have no need to look good. But I'm still a man I can tell you what I think looks good on a woman."
Oh. It's a nonchalant statement said with no real heat but the implications make her skin warm up, she's never once thought that he saw her as a woman; nor considered looking at him like a man. (Lies.)
"I--why woul--why?" She stutters through an answer, tongue heavy in her mouth. He looks back nonplussed, sitting down pointedly on her couch.
"Never took you for the shy kind. You growing bashful now Ms. Dentist?" His eyes twinkle with mischief and she knows that she's being played but she wants nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. Slamming her room door, she pulls off her casual house clothes and grabs the first thing that catches her attention- a buttery yellow dress that grazes her knee, pairing them with white heels and a high messy bun. A swipe of lip tint completes the look and she confidently opens her room door.
Du-sik is staring aimlessly at his phone and doesn't notice her reappearance at first, so she coughs loudly folding her arms and when his eyes land on her, a chill runs down her spine at the look that lands on her body. It's been a long time since a man looked at her in this way, his eyes are undressing her even though he was the one who implored her to dress up in the first place. She hates it. At least she should hate it. But she can't ignore the satisfaction that washes over her at his dumbfounded look, that smug look obliterated by her very first look.
"Well?" She pushes harder, twirling to give him the full look. His gasp is loud behind her, she knows exactly why. The deep revealing plunge that travels all the way to the small of her back. There's no way she would wear this to the convention much too suggestive but that's her business.
"Wher-" his voice cracks and this time she can't contain her smile, dimples flashing now at her clear affect on him, clearing his throat he tries again, "Where exactly are you going again?"
She hums turning back around, gleeful at the vibrant blush on his cheeks. So he is just a man after all.
"A dentist convention." She answers cheekily and he guffaws loudly, eyes narrowing at her like he knows exactly what she's trying to do. They stare at each other for a long moment and she ultimately breaks the stand still, realizing what's happening. It feels a lot like flirting.
Collecting herself, she barrels back into the room.
"What the hell are you doing?" She whispers to her reflection, face too flushed for her liking.
A hard knock at the door pulls her from her self chastisement, "You didn't even wait for my rating."
She sighs loudly covering her face in embarrassment at her own action. She doesn't even have alcohol to blame this time.
"I don't care. This was stupid, let's stop."
Of course he ignores her.
"I liked it. But it's too...sexy for convention. You should wear that for someone special. I doubt anyone with a beating heart would be able to resist you."
What the fuck.
This isn't who they are, when did they become comfortable enough for conversations like this? They despised each other, right? Confused and annoyingly flattered, she peels the dress off her body trying her hardest not to think about the fact that only a door separates him and her naked body.
"I would love to see the others. But I have to go, but if you want my opinion. Red is definitely your color."
"What?" She replies, but she can hear the too loud click of the front opening and then closing and just as capriciously as he arrived, he leaves. 
Burying something that feels a lot like disappointment she flops onto her bed, head fuzzy like its been wrapped in cotton.
"What is going on?"
They don't see much of each other the next day and it's unusual given how much they see each other on a regular basis but she refuses to think about it or even consider that he's avoiding her. He's just busy and she doesn't care anyway, they have nothing to do with each other.
The convention is in two days now, she has her overnight bag packed with all her new purchases and the messages have been pouring in their group chat. She's mostly chosen to ignore them but on a whim she decides to check what they're so excited about, only to feel her stomach drop.
Why isn't Hye Jin answering?
Maybe she's busy with her mystery man 😉
Oh! She has to bring him, we need to interrogate him!
Yoon Hye Jin don't pretend you don't see these messages!!
That she had forgotten about.
"Why did you tell them that he's interested in you? Has living here altered your brain, you idiot." She berates herself.
"Who's interested in you? Why are you an idiot?" Mi-seon looks curious from the doorway, without waiting for an invitation she hops onto the bed with two cans of beer. She grabs one, drinking it in a flash.
"Oh it's that kind of night." Mi-seon says excitedly running to grab more beers.
"So let me get this straight, you told them that Chief Hong is interested in you and that he's been chasing you but you're not interested?"
She nods meekly, wishing the floor would swallow her up.
"Why did you lie?"
That's the brunt of the issue, she's a liar. She should have sent her initial message and told them that there was nothing between them but how could she when they were all calling him handsome and acting like she finally did something right? She'd spent that entire dinner feeling like her teenage self on the outside looking in, wanting nothing more than to be someone worthy of being included.
"I know I should have told the truth."
"Yes, you should have told them that you're interested in him too."
Huh.
Time stops as she processes the words that her best friend just uttered. There is static in her head as she tries to make sense of it.
"What are you talking about?"
Mi-seon looks at her unimpressed.
"You can both keep lying to yourself but the rest of us aren't as stupid. You're both interested in each other. It's mutual."
She wants to ardently deny the accusation but the words are caught in her throat and all she can manage are refusing sounds.
"You've been wearing red all week." Mi-seon says accusingly and she jumps up in huff, "So what? I'm allowed to wear colors!"
"You hate wearing red. You said it makes your skin look too pale. You hardly ever wear it. So color me surprised when I learned that red is the favorite color of a certain part timer."
That damn town chat. There has to be a way to get Mi-seon out of it. Maybe it was a mistake letting her live here. She was learning too much.
"Don't even bother to deny it. I won't believe anything you say. But I think you should ask him to go with you, you'll get some time alone to figure this out."
There's nothing to figure out. They are..... acquaintances who can admit that the other is vaguely attractive at times. His face isn't all that bad and she's pretty, so it's natural that there is tension at times, like he said they were still humans.
So she doesn't tell him about her fib, pretending everything is fine until it's the day of the convention and her anxiety has all but smothered her and her hands have a slight tremble in them as she starts to drive.
"It's going to be fine. Everything will be okay." She doesn't believe a word she's saying to herself, her heart is thumping in her heaving chest. She doesn't want to go alone. Convincing Mi-seon to leave was a failed endeavour, her and that police officer becoming inseparable. She knew what that smile meant when her best friend had realized that she would have the house to herself. She could barely get a word in as Mi-seon started frantically shaving her legs then pushed her out of the bathroom to "shave her wild cat".
With a sigh she starts driving, the car too quiet despite what she'd told Du-Sik and the Gongjin grannies. Uncharacteristically she turns on the radio, kpop blaring from the speakers. She recognizes the tune, never before has something as mundane as butter seemed so interesting but the kitchen essential was given new life by the song. She bops her head to the catchy beat, trying to ignore the fact that she's driving to the lion's den.
Some time later, she pulls into the hotel a valet already coming over to get her car. Grabbing her overnight bag, she exits the car handing her keys to the waiting hands of the valet.
Everyone is here and none of them had come alone, she was the only one without a plus one. They haven't noticed her yet so she watches as they all laugh at a joke she can't hear, unnecessarily stroking at their husband's chests as if to show off their exorbitantly priced wedding rings. Everything was always a competition here.
She shouldn't have come. Their was nothing about her life that they would be envious of. She was going to make a fool of herself. Impulsively she starts stepping back but it's too late, Hong In-A spots her and points her out and immediately all eyes are on her, they all start walking over to her and she wants nothing more than to run far, far away. Get on a bus and go to the beach and never see any of them ever again. But she's no longer a child, no longer that scared little girl; worked too hard to shed that skin.
Fortifying herself she puts on a fake smile. Ready for war.
"Hye-Jin ah, there you are. We were beginning to think you wouldn't come. You never responded in the group chat." Ye-Ri states with an attitude, looking around her as if searching for someone and eyes brightening when she sees no one. "Did you come alone?" This makes all of them perk up, looking around like chickens with their heads clucking. She swallows the shame the question elicits, "Who would I be with? I told you in already, it's not like that."
They all look at her with pity, it makes her want to slap them all across the face. Who were they to make her feel like shit, she didn't need anyone that didn't make her pathetic.
Finally one of the husbands cracks the awkward tension by introducing himself, she tries her best to ignore the pervasive way his eyes run down her body. Instinctively she crosses her arms, feeling naked under his stare. Nobody else notices her discomfort and after all the introductions, they all walk away as if she's no longer worth their time.
Lump in her throat she walks into the hotel, determined not to show them that they've gotten under her skin.
There's a scheduled lunch and she tries to find a new table but Sung-Mi waves her over and she doesn't see anyone else she recognizes or wants to sit with.
He hadn't been wrong, she has no friends besides Mi-seon.
"You were looking around, were you looking for someone? Are we not good enough to sit with?" The question is asked with a bite and sneer as if the idea is laughable that she would ever be better than any of them.
She swallows her pride, "No nothing like that. I was merely looking around."
Sung-Mi looks satisfied as if putting her in her place has righted her world.
They begin a conversation that completely excludes her, regaling drama that she knows nothing about and doing nothing to bring her up to date or invite her to join. It's the polar opposite of her experience in the countryside and with shocking clarity she realizes that she wishes she were there, it's only been a few hours but she misses it. Nobody looks down on her there, no usually she's the only doing that she notes with shame.
"I'll find the restroom." She says to no one because none of them are paying her any mind except the husband with the wandering eyes and she would much rather not have that attention.
Thankfully the bathroom is empty and she has to stop herself from splashing water on her face, her make-up was done perfectly it would be a waste to ruin it. Pushing her hair behind her ears she takes a deep breath and then another until her head is clearer, the noise lessening.
"It's only a day and a night. You've suffered far worst."
With that lacking pep talk she exits the bathroom, almost colliding into a wall. Wait, no it's just a person- a chest to be specific. She looks up ready to apologize when a familiar face stops her in her tracks.
"What are you doing here?" She stares flabbergasted at him, more dressed up than she's ever seen him. In a white suit with a white vest, the tee-shirt peeking under the only thing that feels like him to her. And his white sneakers. She can't hide her surprise at his sudden appearance and without thinking she starts to pull him to the side, to avoid being seen but she's not fast enough and soon they are swarmed by her colleagues, before she even has a chance to talk to him.
"Aren't you the man from the picture?" Yoo-Jin asks blushing way too much for a married woman if her husband's cold stare means anything.
"The picture?" Du-sik replies, clearly confused.
"You're the guy that's chasing after her. She told us that you liked her and you were courting her." Sung-Mi answers for her, she wants to vanish. It would be better if she had never existed. Even non-existence would be better than this embarrassing moment. "I got a picture of you two last time, when you followed her."
His eyes ping-pong between the group and her and she realizes this is his chance to ruin her. After everything she's done, all her rude comments and snobby remarks about the town and people he cares for so much, this is his chance for revenge. He can laugh and deny any feelings for her, tell them all that she's a liar and he's never been interested in her, not even once. This is what is going to happen. She prepares herself for the fall out, surely after this she won't be able to show her face in Seoul again.
He starts to laugh and her stomach tightens, her palms are so sweaty.
Here it goes.
"Oh I guess she wanted to keep me a secret."
Wait. What. That doesn't sound like denial.
"We're together now. I finally bulldozed those walls and made her mine. Nice to meet you all I'm Hong Du-sik, Hye-Jin ah's boyfriend."
Her eyes widen as he bows and starts to shake hands with the husbands, the one that stared at her looking disappointed. Their handshake goes on for a second too long, eventually with the latter pulling away with a pained look. She's too confused to consider what that means.
"And you were so cold earlier saying you had no one. Did you want to make a fool of us?"
He answers for her, "It's nothing like that, my honey is still getting used to us. I'm sorry I'm so late I had something to take care of."
Her head is spinning too fast to keep up with everything happening and she's grateful when he excuses them and guides her outside with a large hand on her hip.
Fresh air is much appreciated and she takes in huge heaps of it as soon as they're free.
Then reality crashes down on her.
He knows about her lying.
He had called her bluff.
But he didn't out her.
"Why didn't you tell them the truth?" She finally manages to say, head still reeling.
But instead of answering he's staring at her legs, then slowly his eyes swivel upward cross her thighs curving around her hips, past her breasts (a bit too slow there) before moving to her collar and settling on her face.
"You look great."
She feels the heat rushing to her face. What was he doing to her?
It hadn't been in purpose but she finds herself in red again, an a line dress with criss crossing straps over her shoulder and a middle slit. It was conservative without being too formal or professional. She'd felt comfortable in it but now seeing that look on his face, comfort is the last thing she feels.
He was distracting her and she couldn't afford that with those harpies inside waiting for her downfall. They needed to get back on track.
"What are you doing here?" She tries again, but he responds with his own question, "Why did you tell them that I was chasing you?"
"It was a mistake. They thought we were together and I just....said that for no reason." It's half the truth.
"They don't seem like your friends. You looked like you needed someone on your side, so I just found myself saying we were together for no reason."
She looks at him blankly, heart pounding now. In her moment of weakness instead of kicking her, he'd lended a helping hand. What kind of person did it make her for expecting the former?
"So what now?" She asks still in disbelief that he's here and that he'd told people that there were dating, she would be angry and offended later that they had readily believed it. Perhaps it didn't seem too farfetched now with him looking like that right now.
"Well, don't look but they're watching us through the glass."
This time she finds herself turning to look and he's the one that has to stop her, he does so by suddenly grabbing her hand and tugging her into his body. She squeaks at the collision. Leaning down so his lips are level with her ear, he speaks, "We can give them a show. I'm happy to be your pretend boyfriend."
Why?
She yearns to ask him why he's willing to go this far for her? Why was he even here when she had never told him where the convention was taking place? But his words were hot on her ear and she's tired of being their source of entertainment so she nods looking up at him, "Just this once. I'm going to lean on you. Let me borrow your eraser and copy your homework."
He stares before a blinding smile graces his handsome face.
"Let's go then." His hand is heavy on her waist as he walks back towards the hotel, taking his role very seriously it seems.
He fits in perfectly. Able to talk about a plethora of topics to anyone he's introduced to and even she's impressed by him. Be it travel, philosophy or poetry he seems well versed in everything things that even she is ignorant to and it makes her regret the way she looked down on him before, he was anything but a country bumpkin.
She leaves him to his conversation to get a drink, a whiskey on the rocks. Needing something hard tonight.
Not that. Down brain.
"Yoon Hye Jin? I would recognize that face anywhere."
Twisting to face the voice, she sees a familiar face- old classmate. Rung Do-Bae, they weren't anything more than classmates despite his many, many attempts.
His eyes sweep over her hungrily. She swallows her drink, painting on a shallow smile.
"Sunbae, how nice to see you here."
Invading her space he grabs her hand, "There is no need for such formalities. You can just call me by my name, Hye Jin ah."
As if she ever would.
Gently she tries to extract her hand but he won't let go and she doesn't want to make a scene.
Suddenly she's warmed by a body pressing into her, she knows who it is without even looking, her body relaxes immediately.
"Sorry I got lost in conversation honey. Who might this be? Another friend of yours?" He thrusts his right hand out and Do-Bae has no choice but to release her hand to return his handshake. Scarily enough she's starting to become used to his nickname, barely reacting to him using it again.
"Yes, this is my sunbae from school. Sunbae this is Hong Du Sik my....."
She knows that this is all an act, they were doing this to help her but she can't bring her tongue to form around the word, boyfriend.
"Her boyfriend." He finishes for her, pulling her tighter to his body.
But Do-Bae looks suspicious now.
"Boyfriend? I thought you were still single. You never changed your status on SNS. I've checked."
"Why are you so curious about that?" Du-sik challenges in return, doing a great job of sounding like a jealous boyfriend. She's almost even convinced.
"Hye Jin ah and I have always had a very special relationship. Beyond that of a hoobae and sunbae. Isn't that right?" He directs the last bit to her and she feels Du-sik stiffen next to her, seemingly believing these lies. So she clears that up.
"I have no idea what you're referring to honestly. We have never had anything that would constitute as a "special" relationship. I would appreciate if you didn't spread such lies, especially to my boyfriend. Enjoy the rest of your night."
She tugs Du-sik away, not waiting for a reply from the other man. The conversation was over anyway.
When they get far enough he speaks, "You have a lot of admirers."
She raises an eyebrow at the non-sequitur.
"Are you surprised?"
He brushes a hand across her cheek, making her freeze.
"No. It makes sense."
She blinks slowly before laughing, it sounds fake even to her ears.
"You should have been an actor. Your acting skills are incredible." He doesn't laugh, doesn't move before they're pulled into another conversation and she tries not to think about how tightly his body is pressed against her own.
"How is he in bed? He hasn't left you alone all day, I bet it's passionate." As soon as lunch had ended they had invited her to a spa, she'd considered saying no but she knew they would talk about her even if she wasn't there so it was best to at least know what they were saying.
Du-sik looked sad to see her go, but she told herself that she wasn't good at reading his faces. They hardly knew each other.
"I can't remember the last time I had a passionate night of sex. Kids and a full time job, leave no time for that. I'm pretty sure he's cheating on me and I'm too tired to even care." Sung-Mi confesses and she's shocked when the others nod in agreement instead of threatening to castrate him, as she'd done when Mi-seon told her about her ex boyfriend cheating.
"I have no complaints. He's... attentive. He's always touching me and pushing his way into my space. He's gentle but passionate, and I like...that he's so much bigger than me." She knows she should stop, this is definitely taking the lies too far. But that night bleeds into her thoughts, making everything she's saying feel true. He'd been so gentle with her, those huge hands cupping her face. She wondered how they would feel on other parts of her body.
"Damn. Look at you getting horny just from remembering. I'm so jealous."
Jealous. There were envious of her, it was all she'd been hoping for but the happiness she expected to erupt never comes. Instead she feels cheap, like she'd used Du-sik for her own benefit. She had tainted that night. This wasn't what she wanted.
As the day had gone on she found herself looking at him too much, he'd come all the way just for her and regardless of her brain trying to minimize that, it was huge. He hated snobby people like them who based a person's worth in their monetary success and yet he put on a smile and chatted with everyone, letting them mock his way of life and call people like him useless dreamers. All while she did nothing to defend him and drank wine, happy that they were being accepted.
He was the perfect gentleman all day and he was getting nothing in return for this. It was all just to help her.
Would a friend truly go this far to help? Was she being naive or was it like Mi-seon said, was she lying to herself?
"I'm such an idiot."
Without another word, she flees the sauna rushing to the locker room and changing back into her clothes. Nobody follows her because they aren't her friends. Why had she wasted so much time trying to impress these people who aren't even truly happy in their own lives?
The drive back is long, and she doesn't know what she's going to say but she knows that she's tired of being scared.
Leaving the key in the car she rushes past the valet, into the hotel elevator pressing their floor and waiting impatiently.
It takes three tries to get into their hotel room but once the door opens, he's right there. Sitting in the seat by the window reading a book.
"You're back early. I thought you would be gone until three?" He looks up, dog earring his book and giving her his full attention. Her heart skips a beat.
"Why did you agree to do this for me? Why go through all this trouble for me?"
It's the same question he's been asking himself since he first met her. Why was he was interested in her and why did he keep wanting to save her?
It was the desire that led to him being here.
He had accidentally overhead Mi-seon talking to Eun Chol about being worried about her, the convention was overnight and everyone would be bringing someone and she'd be all alone. The thought of her alone and isolated, made him race to her without a plan. Only stopping at a store to buy his outfit so he would fit in with her crowd, he'd spent more in that shop then he usually did in a week. But it was worth it for her.
It was a miracle that she hadn't questioned his presence more, he knew it was shameless and deceiving but none of this felt like pretending to him. His jealousy had been real, he'd had to strangle the urge to kick the pervert husband with the wandering eyes and then the insistent sunbae who wouldn't take a hint. She was a vision in the red dress and it wasn't a surprise that men found her enchanting, he just didn't like them looking at her. But she wasn't his, never would be because he couldn't confess.
They weren't right for each other.
"Do you like me?"
That question again. Last time he had laughed it off, called it absurd. But it wasn't. Not liking her would have been absurd.
"I don't know why you're asking me that."
"Because I'm tired of us lying to ourselves. Don't laugh and don't you dare say it's absurd again."
He can't respond, he's stuck on the word "us". It wasn't just him, they were an us?
Hearing that gives him courage he had long thought had been most forever.
"I wasn't pretending today. Nothing was fake to me, I meant it all." It's terrifying, unchartered land for them and he waits to see which one of them will chicken out first. It's sure to happen.
"I'm going to kiss you." She says instead of running like he expected and secretly wished for.
And then she's crossing the room and leaning down to grab his face, she watches him giving him a chance to pull away but he does the opposite, this time he meeting her half way. As soon as their lips meet the kiss is already too much, she's sliding into his lap and he wraps his arms around her tugging her closer until their chests are squished together.
He hasn't kissed anyone like this in a long time.
Hasn't been this close to losing control in a longer time.
"You're dangerous." He whispers into her mouth and she giggles at the statement, wiggling in his arms and rolling into him forcing a punched out groan from his lips.
Carefully he lifts her shirt watching her face closely for any signs that she wants to stop but finding nothing but her palpable lust.
Her skin is unbelievably smooth and soft and he can't stop himself from stroking her, rubbing at her back his hands resting right above her butt.
"How long have you felt this way?" She asks softly seductively nipping at his neck and running a hand over his shirt to caress his stomach, he physically aches for her.
"I wanted you the moment I saw you. But I didn't feel this until you convinced grandma to get her implants. That was when it became more for me."
She looks surprised and he is too, that they're speaking so candidly about feelings they've always denied.
"What about you?"
She stops licking at his neck to look him in the eyes. He's nervous to hear her reply.
"I.... don't know."
He tries to hide his disappointment. Maybe she was starting to retreat back into her shell. Maybe he shouldn't have been so honest.
He's about to untangle them when she continues, "It wasn't at first sight but one day I found myself looking for you. Seeing you become the best part of my day, I started to count on you to be there for me. To expect it. Just like this, I've been scared to lean on anyone until I met you."
Now that's a confession.
Impulsively he stands with her still on his lap, forcing her to to latch onto him so she doesn't tumble to the floor. Not that this would ever happen because he would never let her fall.
"I could have fell!" She cries, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her half naked bra clad body so close to him is causing another biological crisis in his pants.
Walking to the large bed in the middle of the room he falls backwards, enjoying the view of her on top of him a little too much.
It's all probably too soon and they should probably slow down, but his body is strumming and he wants nothing more than to break her apart.
"I'm all sweaty. I should take a shower."
Instantly an image of her wet and naked under the downpour of a shower flashes in his mind and he has to twist away from her.
"Pervert." She accuses but he can hear how satisfied she is with his reaction. Damn tease.
"Do you want to join me?" She teases some more, having fun now that she knows her power over him.
He looks at her helplessly.
"Are you having fun? Remember what I told you before? I'm still a guy. You're sitting here in your bra taunting me, do you think I'm that much of a good guy? Do you think I don't want to throw you down, rip your clothes off and eat you alive? I'm so hard right now just seeing you naked would be enough to push me over the edge. So don't make propositions you can't follow through on."
She looks dizzy from his words, eyes hooded and glossy. He watches her gulp and then stagger off to the bathroom, without a word to him. It's probably for the best, everything is too charged right now.
A shower for her and many glasses of water for him later, she's back and it's almost time for dinner.
"I think they said dinner starts at 6. Should we head down?"
She glances at him, while opening her bag and pulling out skin creams and some fuzzy socks.
"Would you be opposed to ordering room service and staying here?"
It's the best offer he's heard all day, only second to her asking if he wanted to join her in the shower.
"What about your colleagues?" He asks to make certain that she's really okay with this.
"What about them?" She replies with a shrug and he grins picking up the room service menu.
They order too much food and not enough alcohol but neither of them want to forget this night. She tells him stories about her time in dental school and he's happy to get to know her better, chuckling at the funny stories and commiserating at the sad ones.
Before he knows it night has fallen.
And he realizes that they'll be sharing a bed. Unless she wants him to sleep on the couch.
She's wearing a big shirt and loose shorts and he still can't believe he gets to see her like this.
"Are you coming to bed?" She's already getting under the sheet and that answers his question, this is really happening. He starts to follow her lead, getting under the sheets but keeping a respectable distance between them.
"I'm cold." She announces suddenly and he starts to look for a thermostat in the room or an extra blanket, before realizing that she's looking at him over her shoulder, he stares back confused before she lifts an eyebrow and oh, he gets it. Carefully moving closer he feels her warmth surround him as they meet, forth to back.
"Took you long enough." She grumbles, pulling his arm over here body and settling back into him moving until she's comfortable.
She's so close and warm and her smell is all around him and he feels his restraint dissolving and when she presses back into him, her hip rubbing against his crotch he bites down on his bottom lip.
It's too much for him to resist and without warning or preamble, he's turning her to face him and swallowing her moan of surprise eagerly. He grabs her head firmly holding her in place and slips his tongue into her open mouth, her unique taste exploding on his taste buds. He's hungry for more. So he starts to tug down her shorts, heart beat thundering in his groin. She kicks the shorts away, and he groans at the sight of her panties she was trying to kill him, he was certain.
"You're the devil." He chokes out staring at red lace, he'll never be able to see the color again without getting a raging hard on.
"You haven't seen anything yet. Honey." The word drips from her tongue just like the real thing.
Forgetting all reason and logics he lunges at her, devouring her mouth and sticking his hand in her panties. She's so warm and fuck, wet drenching his fingers.
Simultaneously he thrusts his tongue into her mouth and his fingers in her wet folds, groaning as she melts like butter under his touch. There's no resistance, as he plunges two fingers inside her experimentally before picking up his place when she clutches onto him and grinds back on his fingers, begging the whole time.
"More, more, please!"
As if he could ever deny her anything, with one hand he grabs her ass and the other he thrusts into her opening over and over until her voice gets breathy and she starts to stutter, squirming wildly in his arms and he knows exactly what's coming: the beautiful end. So without warning he pulls back the sheet and slithers down her body, throwing her legs around his head and pushing his tongue in to the brim, hungrily drinking at her until she shakes and combusts in his arms. Sweet on his tongue, he swallows it all greedily.
He strokes her as she recovers from her high, climbing back up her body. So much for taking things slow, but he can't even think about regretting it when he sees the blissed out look on her face. He wants to imprint it in his mind. Nobody else will ever get to see this face but him.
"It's your turn." She says sounding loopy like she's drunk and he laughs as she reaches for the tent in his pants but misses his bulge and instead falls into him.
"You're tired. Go to sleep. That was enough for me, seeing you like that fulfilled every fantasy I've had. "
He truly means it. He's a giver. And it's not like he can't tug one out later in the bathroom with her face and moans playing on repeat in his brain.
She starts to argue, but her phone vibrating on the nightstand distracts her. Reaching over she picks it up before chuckling and flopping back into the bed.
"What?" He asks curious, jealous of whoever is making her smile like that.
Ignorant to his inner thoughts, she thrusts her phone into his face. The room is so dark it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright lighting of the phone, but once he can see he reads the message on her phone and starts to laugh too.
"Dusik is missing! Nobody has seen him all day!! We started a search party."
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