sorry for taking so long with this?? i was trying to find some refs but then i got hit in the face with sudden inspiration to draw some royal-ish clothing and like test out a lineless style and bam u r a lucky anon ;3c
Stumbled across your art recently, and I totally admire your work! As a complete noob to the digital art scene, I'd just like to ask whether you have any tips on colour picking (like for skin tones, under varied/dramatic lighting and such!). I have a ton of other things I want to ask, but I'll limit myself to one question and then try to google the rest, haha/ Thanks for sharing your art with us! ^^
ahh thank you so much! ♥ welcome to the digial art scene friend, i hope you enjoy your stay and ctrl + z
now onto your question! (if you don’t know what layer and layer modes are and how they generally work you should probably google that before you continue reading)
we all perceive colour differently (thx science) and i trust my intuition a lot when it comes to colour picking because of that, and also because i feel like you can make pretty much every colour combination work within the right context. context is key! but still, remember that all of this is about how i perceive colour, so you might not agree with everything i say.
here’s a quick rundown of terms you’ll see around a lot in reference to colours and shading: the hue, which is the ‘colour’ itself, the saturation aka the intensity, and the brightness [or value] which describes how dark or bright we perceive a colour to be.
rule of thumb: when you shade don’t just add black (or white) to your base colours, that will make your drawings boring and lifeless. use different hues and saturation!
now first things first: which skin colour does the character have?
you’ll mostly be navigating in the red to yellow spectrum for the skin tone. so when i pick the base colours i usually start with the skin and adjust the rest of the colours accordingly. if you’re not sure where to begin it might help if you first determine the values (brightness) of the base colours in grayscale.
and here are a few colour variations—i stuck to the approximate values but played around with a lot of different hues and levels of saturation.
now compare 3 and 5: you’ll notice that 3 is very bright and leans towards orange hues, whereas 5 has a pinkish tint.
on the left i gave 5 the hair colour of 3 and in my opinion the pink hue of the skin doesn’t go well with the orange undertone of the hair. you’ll have to experiment a lot to find out which combinations work for you.
ctrl + u is your biggest friend (or image >> adjustments >> hue/saturation in photoshop, the shortcut works in sai and clip studio paint too). play with the sliders and see what happens. i do that a lot myself, because it’s easier to coordinate the colours like that afterwards instead of trying to manually pick perfectly matching ones right away.
for further adjustments i like to use an extra semi-transparent layer on top of everything with just a single colour to add atmospheric light. this unifies the colours and makes them more harmonious, if that’s what you’re looking for. this is about as far as i’d go if i didn’t want to shade the drawing.
if i do want to shade, especially with high contrasts and dramatic light, i darken the base by just adding an additional black layer, here set to 40% opacity. of course you could add a colour layer like the ones i mentioned previously too.
to create an impression of dramatic light you need a high contrast between light and dark areas (1). if i want additional visual intrest i often add secondary light which falls onto the main shadow areas. here i picked a faint greenish blue to balance out the yellow (2). and since light is at least partially reflected when it hits a surface you should add a faint glow that goes across the shadow/light border. i uses a mid-brown with a very soft brush on a layer set to overlay here (3).
for this shading style i like to use the layer mode colour dodge with lowered opacity + fill settings. for some layer modes opacity and fill do the exact same thing (e.g. for multiply or screen). however for colour dodge there’s a big difference:
a lowered opacity merely alters the transparency of the entire layer. that looks pretty awful sometimes, because the bright orange affects the dark of the hair much more intensely than the already brighter skin. but when you lower the fill percentage you primarily lower the amount of light that falls onto darker colours. so the layer’s opacity setting treats every colour equally whereas the fill setting takes their values into consideration. it might be hard to understand if you don’t try it out yourself, so just play around to get a feel for how it works!
and to summarise, here’s a process gif:
colour is an extremely big topic and i’ve only barely scratched the surface but i hope that still helped you out a little! the fastest way to learn is always to try things yourself, so grab a sketch and experiment. 👍
So I got a question on anon asking me about my drawing coloring process, and unfortunately I accidentally deleted it, because I have clumsy fingers on mobile.
Thank you so much for your interest, I’m really honored! I will try and give a brief overview of my drawing process, and hope this is helpful or useful to you! I just started experimenting with Photoshop last summer around July, so I’m definitely not the most experienced, I’m still learning a lot!
I’m going to be using this drawing of Lapis, because it’s one of my favorite pieces and it is more detailed than my average drawing:
This drawing was inspired by the episode “Alone At Sea”, where I wanted to illustrate this concept:
This was my main reference, but I also throughout, used a lot of google images of water and colorful fish.
Sketch: My canvas size was 3000 px wide and 2000 px high. I tend to sketch with the standard brushes and I actually have like 2 layers of sketches (one for basic shapes/sizes of things, then one for rough details and things).
Lineart + base coloring: I add lineart, usually px size 6-8, with the pencil brush. I then add base colors, using the default solid brush. Usually they are the generic color I’m going for. I try not to get too stressed about the base colors because I usually cover most of them up.
Primary highlights/light sources: It gets more interesting once you establish primary light sources, so where the main light source is coming from, as well as reflections of things. I use a larger brush and add these on new layers, set to either overlay or screen or pin light. So I wanted light to be shining through the water, making the color reflect on Lapis, which is how it works with real light.
Detail/color: I think this is the most fun part, where you choose colors to paint over. I think I painted this the way I normally use watercolor, which is combining a lot of complimentary and contrasting colors with varying amounts of saturation. It’s more complicated to explain that, but it’s a lot of eyeballing. For example, referring to the reddish colors, I tried spreading them around the drawing instead of having them just in one place. The reddish fish reflects around the water bubble, and the light is reflected on Lapis’s clothing as well.
Highlights: This makes your drawing really stand out - often at this stage, many layers are on ‘luminosity’, ‘screen’ or ‘overlay’. I also do this with the lineart layer as well, so there are not just harsh black lines, which can be distracting. There are also secondary light sources, such as at the back of Lapis’s head, because I felt like there was still not enough red-orange in the drawing.
Small white lines also make a big difference (such as those on the bubble, and on the edges of her jacket/in her hair).
I later went and adjusted the color balance a bit, as well as increased the contrast so some more areas would appear darker and it was a bit less green in color.
That is kind of the overview! I hope this was helpful at all, or at least interesting! If you have any more questions I would be happy to answer, I enjoy rambling. Sorry if this was a bit long!
Fenris could bear the giggling no longer. “What?” he snapped.
“You’re in love,” she accused, and alarm flashed through
him. It was a familiar feeling, that sense of dread, the cold that rushed down
his spine, the quick, sick surge in his belly. Fenris jerked, and missed a
step. He looked, quickly, to Hawke, several paces away. The mage’s back was to
him, and he gave no indication he had heard. That didn’t necessarily mean
Merrill was never cruel, but she was, often, thoughtless.
When he looked to the little witch, her satisfied smile made it clear his
reaction had told her everything she thought she needed to know.
“I am not,” Fenris
hissed, low, guilty, afraid. Hawke did not know. Hawke could never know.
Merrill did not take the hint. “You keep looking at Hawke
with those sad puppy eyes every time his back is turned!” she said, too loudly.
He jerked his glare from her to Hawke, but the man wasn’t looking. No one was.
He heard her. He had to hear her. They all did. He felt sick.
“There are no
puppy eyes,” Fenris growled, his head lowered, his hands clenched. Hawke had to
believe it. The only way for Hawke to be happy was for Hawke to believe it –
for Hawke to feel free to move on, to give his love to someone who deserved it.
Hawke’s hands were
worshipful on his body. His voice was reverent in his ear. “I love you. I love
you. I lo
Merrill touched his arm. Fenris jerked violently away. He
snarled. The wretched witch only smiled.
“It’s all right, you know,” she told him gently. “Even you can be happy once in a while; it won’t
Hawke’s ears were red. When he glanced back, he was
stone-faced, unreadable. Fenris quickly dropped his eyes. His hand fell to the
favor on his wrist. He shouldn’t keep wearing it. He didn’t have the strength
to remove it.
“But!” Merrill went on, failing to notice this exchange. She
was cheerful, delighted in her discovery. “Your face might crack if you smile,”
she told him. “So be careful!”
Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Swearing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up!)
Request: Anon: “Hello there! First I just wanted to tell you that your writing was amazing for the 100 kinks for Bucky! I loved your stories so much and wanted to ask if you were taking requests at all? If you are, can you please write a one shot about Bucky lusting after the reader? Maybe shes an assistant at the compound or something like that. If not, it’s all good, but I think you should write because your amazing at it! Smut if you want!”
A/N: Here your go nonnie! Sorry this took so long and I hope you like it!
You were wearing it again. That damn black pencil skirt that formed perfectly to every curve. The black heels you had on made your legs look fucking fantastic. Bucky knew he should stop staring, but you always caught his attention when you both shared a room together. He watched as you smiled easily at everyone, how you flipped your hair over your shoulder when you would talk and fiddled with the buttons on your shirt when you were lost in thought. He nearly bit back a groan as you bent over the table to pass out the file folders you were holding. The glimpse of white lace underneath your white button down about ended him.
“Buck, you’re being obvious,” Steve said while punching Bucky’s shoulder and sitting down next to him. Bucky looked up to also see Sam shooting him a knowing smile from across the table.
“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” he said while trying to focus on anything other than the way that skirt hugged your ass. When you walked behind his chair, he caught a whiff of your perfume and it instantly made his dick hard. Bucky adjusted himself in his jeans and grabbed the file folder in front of him in hopes of getting his brain on the task at hand instead of what you would look like naked underneath him. ____________
You were walking down the hallway back to your office after the meeting was over. You needed to get inside your personal space. The way Bucky looked at you earlier had left your skin tingling. That man was going to be the death of you. You felt like your brain fizzled out whenever you were near him. His quiet demeanor made it impossible to read him but his stare said enough. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to strangle him or kiss him. Oh, who were you kidding, you wanted to feel those lips on your body.
Right after that thought took root in your head, you turned a corner and slammed right into a solid chest, causing you to drop your papers and folders. You looked up after regaining your balance and were mortified to see Bucky staring down at you, his brow creased. You felt your cheeks grow hot before kneeling to pick up your papers.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said to his feet. You were too embarrassed to look at his face after the thoughts you were having about him. A pair of hands appeared in your line of sight. You were startled by his metal one, he normally had a black glove covering it. He was organizing the folders when you chanced a glance up at him. His hair was falling in his face and the black t-shirt he had on was stretched across his broad shoulders.
“Bucky. Please call me Bucky.” He said while straitening back up. You clutched the files to your chest and stood awkwardly in front of him. You almost jumped out of your skin when he reached out and brushed a piece of your hair away from your face. The shock must have clearly read on your face because he snatched his hand back quick.
“Well, I’m sorry again, and thank you for helping me.” You moved to walk around him. His metal arm shot out and stilled you by placing his hand on your arm. You looked up at him with confusion.
“Doll, it was an accident, you don’t have to apologize.” He looked down at where his hand was touching you. “Would you like to stick around for movie night tonight? It is Tony’s night to pick so I don’t know if it will be good but…” he let his sentence trail off.
You were so shocked that he was even talking to you that you realized your mouth was hanging open. You closed it and mentally shook yourself out of the dazed state you were in. “Are assistants allowed to join the Avengers at movie night?” You joked. Bucky smiled and you thought for sure your heart was going to stop. God, he was gorgeous.
“I think you passed up the assistant title long ago,” Bucky said while rubbing his thumb on your arm. “You can sit next to me. I’ll even share my blanket with you.”
Wait a minute, was he hitting on you? You were sure if you didn’t distance yourself from him soon, you were going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Yea, that sounds great Bucky. I’ll see you there.” You gave him a smile before hurrying the rest of the way to your office.
Bucky watched you until you shut the door behind you. He smiled to himself. You were attracted to him just as much as he was to you. This was good to know. After having a talk with Steve earlier, he had decided to make his move. With any luck, you two wouldn’t be watching too much of the movie tonight.
You were nervous. You had asked Wanda what time to be in the screening room. When you told her that Bucky had invited you, she was shocked but then grinned and winked at you. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes to go. You grabbed your gym bag from underneath your desk and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You stepped out of your shoes while unbuttoning your shirt. You pulled it off and bent to take your skirt off. As you were folding the garments, you heard the door click open. Before you could cover yourself, Bucky’s head popped in.
“Hey doll, I thought I would…” Whatever he was saying, died on his lips as he came in and saw you standing there in your bra and panties. You thought he was just going to back out, but he didn’t. He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. Your face had to be ten shades of red as you were frozen in place. Bucky’s hot stare was setting your skin on fire. He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips. Your eyes darted to the floor, but didn’t miss the bulge his cock was making in his sweats.
“Do you want me to leave, doll face?” He asked in a husky voice. You looked back up at him and saw the red color in his cheeks and the way his breathing had changed. Did you want him to leave? You hadn’t had sex in a while and the man standing across from you looked like he was made for sin.
No, you didn’t want him to leave. Instead of voicing your answer, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. You held the cups to your chest for a second before letting it fall down your arms. Bucky groaned so low that it almost sounded like a growl. He practically stalked over to you. His flesh hand cupped your jaw and his metal arm curled around your waist. The coolness against your hot skin make goosebumps rise.
“Are you sure about this? Because in about ten seconds, I’m not going to be much of a gentleman.” His words made your shiver and wetness to pool between your thighs. The look he was giving you with his lust blown eyes and his breath coming in short pants was making your anxious.
“Bucky yes, I’m sure. Now kiss me.” You said before wrapping your arms around his back and crashing your lips against his. Bucky instantly commanded the kiss. He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You opened them and tangled your tongue with his. It was consuming; teeth clanking, lip biting, sighs and moans. You felt drugged as his metal hand made its way to your ass, grabbing a handful, pressing your body into his. His other hand was buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. Your hands found their way inside the back of his shirt and roamed over the warm muscles. He lifted his lips from yours to trail soft kisses along your cheek and landing on the pulse point below your ear. You leaned your head to the side with a moan. His teeth nipped the tender spot, causing you to gasp and score his back with your fingernails.
“Kitten has claws,” he murmured against your collarbone. Your sigh turned into a moan when you felt his tongue swipe across your nipple. He brought his flesh hand down to flick over your nipple as his tongue and lips continued their torture. This man was turning your bones to jelly. You pulled on his shoulders to bring him back up.
“Too many clothes,” you whispered as you stripped his shirt off. He chuckled at your urgency. You put your hands in the waistband of his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free between the two of you and you nearly wept. It was beautiful. Long, thick and dripping precum. Bucky didn’t give you enough time to admire it before he swooped you into his arms. He walked across the room and laid you on the couch. He propped a pillow beneath your head and kneeled between your thighs. He ran his hands down your body before pulling your panties down your legs. After tossing them to the floor, he stopped and stared at you. His eyes took in every detail they could. He settled his hands on your thighs and spread them further apart, his eyes fixed to your pussy.
“God damn doll, look how wet you are,” he said as his thumb trailed through your wetness. You moaned and watched as he brought his thumb to his lips and licked off your essence. You nearly came right then.
“Bucky…” you whimpered. “Please, I need you.” You thrust your hips up at him. He smirked before you felt his finger enter you. He brought his thumb down again, circling your clit while his finger started thrusting in and out of your cunt. You arched your back and let soft moans fall from your lips. Bucky watched every reaction. He was a man enjoying himself. A wicked chuckle left his mouth when he found your g-spot. You had become a writhing mess as you were nearing orgasm. Bucky added a second finger and gave your clit a pinch, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shook as you nearly screamed out your release.
“That was fucking beautiful baby,” Bucky said, brushing his lips against yours. You nudged your hips against his, coating his cock with your slick. He grunted and reached down to align himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed forward, letting both of you enjoy the feeling. When he was fully seated inside, he stopped to give you a minute to adjust. You felt stretched, almost to the point of pain, but it was amazing.
Bucky was whispering words of encouragement against your lips. How good you felt, how tight you were around his cock, how he wanted to make you feel good. You rolled your hips into his, causing him to inhale sharply. He looked down at you, adjusting his arms on the couch for leverage. You brought one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other got a good grasp on his ass.
Bucky started a nice and slow rhythm, just enough to make you want more. He placed his lips against your neck and sucked on the tender spot he had found earlier. You gasped and tugged on his hair. He growled into your neck and his thrust getting harder, going deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was intoxicating.
“Oh god… Bucky… you feel so good.” You said, biting his shoulder. His lips met yours again. Your moans began mingling with his groans.
He pulled his mouth from yours, “Are you going to come on my cock doll?” His thrusts had turned fast and choppy. The angle he was pumping, hit your clit with every drag in and out. Your body began to tense. “Come on, baby. I want to feel you come.” he said, chasing his own release. He reached down and drew rapid circles on your clit. You flew apart, coming with a startled cry. “O-oh fuck baby… shit,” Bucky groaned. He reared back, pulled out and gave his cock a few hard pumps before he spilled himself on your stomach. His face was contorted in pleasure and sweat was dripping from his forehead. It could have been your blissed-out brain, but he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
While you were waiting on both of your breathing to return to normal, you reached out and rubbed your hands along his thighs, “I’m pretty sure we missed the movie.” He laughed and got up to grab his t-shirt from the floor. He swiped it across your belly, cleaning up his mess. He wiped himself clean before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.
“Trust me, I would much rather be right here with you, rather than watching some movie Tony picks.” He said brushing the hair off your face. He gave you a gentle kiss, “Wanna go back to my room and have our own movie night?”
"Being Fuckable Does Not Mean Being Date-able." [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 1
THANK YOU FOR 1k FOLLOWERS GUYS!!!!
This is probably the last request I’ll ever do. And it’s from a long time ago. Sorry. Requests kind of give me writers block because of the certain plot that has to go with it so forgive me if I never got to yours, but enjoy this last one because after this I will just write what comes to mind! MY BOX IS STILL OPEN FOR COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS THOUGH!!!
anon: Heyyy buddy I think you writing is amazing could you do one where the reader is drunk and at a party Dylan had to take her home and she accidentally tells him that she likes him then the morning after he confronts her about it.
My eyes were very focused on my ipad settled below my chin. Laying on my stomach, I felt my shoulders begin to cramp. I grabbed my ipad and laid my back on the pillows trying to desperately finish the story before I start to get ready for my plans later. I had a guilty pleasure, it was reading dirty stories, Dylan somehow never teased me about it, but from time to time he did laugh a little.
“Are you reading smut again?” Dylan’s voice rang through my ears. I forgot he was beside me now curiously looking over to see what I was doing.
“Yes and?” He put his hands up in defense as his eyebrows worked their way closer to each other.
“Nothing Rachel Green.”
“Shut up Joey.” I said responding to his ‘Friends’ reference, the episode where Joey found out Rachel was reading a dirty book. My eyes scanned the paragraphs as I was trying to get back to where I was, “How come you read smut when you literally can get sex whenever you can, “
My attention was very much now on him already knowing what was coming. His eyes wandered and paused directly at my lips. It’s like he realized his stare was starting to affect me that he tilted his eyes back to mine.
“Uh, what I mean is that I’ve seen you do it.” He explained in order for me to not interpret it wrong.
Was he serious? Well because Dylan, you are my best friend, and when I read these books I picture you in them with me but I know fucking your best friend would be weird for you.
That’s what I should of said, but instead the words jumbled up into,
“Because it’s entertaining to see the climax and story of the couple right before they fuck, and even staying for the resolution after.” I stated, not even bothering to look at him any longer with the intent of wanting to jump every bone of his body as I kept reading further.
I could see his hands intertwining together as both of them were playing around with each other between his legs. His eyes kept directing at me as if waiting for me to answer sincerely.
“Okay because I have needs Dylan! Did you really want me to say that I get horny a lot?” I rolled my eyes as his smile plastered pure satisfaction after I fezzed up.
“But horny of what? Just go have sex? There’s something you’re not telling me here.” He paused.
“Better yet, just fuck me.” he shrugged. He always flirted as a joke so casually and it irritated the hell out of me.
For us, saying, ‘fuck me’ is a regular one on one jokingly flirting with each other thing. We always joke sexually but lately it was becoming hard for me to just act like I didn’t want him to pound into me. I had it bad for my ‘best friend’.
These love stories with smut in them focused on two things I wanted most, Dylan’s affection and his- well, dick. I didn’t want to be just friends anymore, I wanted something real with him. I read the cliche wattpad books with the plot of best friends falling for each other, pathetic in my situation, believe me, I know.
“No.” I rolled my eyes for the second time hinting at him to stop and wasn’t in the mood for casual jokes.
“You wouldn’t fuck me?” His hand went over his chest pretending to be insulted. I was getting really sick of this, I was ready to snap. He wanted to play? Alright Let’s play.
I pressed the button on the corner of my ipad for it to rest, I could feel stare behind me as he watched me place it on the night stand. All the attention was on him now,
“You know, what? I wouldn’t mind doing something right now. And since you keep interrupting me..” His curious eyes followed my actions.
“Let’s have sex.” I could of sworn that if he had water right now he would spit it right out. His eyes were left in shock to what I had just mentioned which caused me to smirk. I never responded to his jokes, I usually just laughed or rolled my eyes, but it was annoying me now. He needed to learn a lesson.
After several rapid blinks he managed to let out a stutter, “I- do you like me?” A huge smile on his face suddenly appeared, His hand started to caress my cheek. Did he think I was joking?
His question caught me by surprise so I stepped back a little. I was terribly afraid of his rejection. If he didn’t feel the same way, everything would be ruined.
“What? No!” I laughed it off, “Dylan, I said I would fuck you, because let’s admit it, you are hot. But an emotional attachment? Hell no. You’re my best friend?” That is not what I wanted to say at all, but I did not want to be humiliated. His face dropped and went back to a careless expression, his eyes turned darker and they broke contact with mine as his hand extracted from my face.
“Being fuck-able does not mean being date-able.” I leaned forward as I made my way across him. My legs were now snaking around his waist as he was sitting down gasping at my every movement as I sat down on him quickly.
“What’s wrong? Tired of all the sexual jokes?” My lips whispered into to his ear. “Cause I am.” I said lower, “You should put them to the test.” Just as I was about to lean a tad bit close to his lips, his hands grabbed my chin and stopped me.
“Can you just drop it? I get it, I got a taste of my own medicine.” He grabbed my arms in a careful way but shoved me softly off him. He was heading out of my door, as he turned around not even looking at me, suddenly he had such interest in his phone. It’s what he does when he’s mad or annoyed. He avoids eye contact with me and goes on his phone/
“Don’t forget we planned a night out today, I’ll come by at eight.”
And with that he rushed out of my house leaving me utter shock. What was with the sudden attitude? His cold answers really started to made me wonder if I made him uncomfortable with my reaction. He has rejected to fuck me? Of course I wasn’t going though with it but he left before I finished.
It stung so bad. As if I wasn’t good enough to have sex with? My ego was getting to me but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of this whole situation. He thought he got a taste of his own medicine? He hasn’t seen the half of it. He wasn’t getting away with embarrassing me that easy.
Four hours later passed and It was almost eight. I made sure to look extra tonight, cause I was an extra bitch. The knocks on the door soon startled me. He came twenty minutes later than he said but I was okay with it.
He was moody again. He stood a few more seconds at the door, “are we leaving?” still typing on his phone.
“Yes, i just need to get my purse and put on lipstick. Are you just gonna stand there and wait?” His eyes shot up and once he got a hold of the sight, he stared up and down at me. I was wearing a short black tight dress as my black heels complimented it. My hair was straightened, and I hardly straighten it. I go more for the curls usually. My make up was the same yet I added wing eyeliner.
He gasped for about ten seconds as he moved his hand up on down his lip. “Why are you wearing that?” He quickly rushed to my couch as he grabbed a cushion and somehow put it on his lap. He was fidgeting a bit, a normal person wouldn’t notice but I just paid too much attention.
“I’m going to try to get fucked tonight, you’re right. I shouldn’t be reading things about it I should just go get the real thing.” I replied coldly.
“You know I was kidding about that. Read all the porn you want.” He winked playfully.
“Cute.” I laughed mockingly. His expression turned cold again as he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Um I’m going to wait in the car.”
“Kay.” This time I didn’t bother to look back as he left to his car. His annoying mood swings were getting on my nerves.
When we got to the club, Dylan’s grip was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to let me go and enjoy myself. “Let’s go dance!” His eyes landed on my dress again, “ Yeah let’s not. Let’s go get a drink or two first.” His grip was still on my waist.
I could see his protective side coming out, and it was irritating to say the least. “Fine.” I fake smiled to show him I was annoyed.
Six shots later, it was finally kicking in. I was already heading to the dance floor, I could tell Dylan was watching from a far. His eyes rolled so far back every time he saw me interact with a guy, it was ridiculous.
It didn’t take long before he saw I was a little too drunk that I couldn’t keep up with my feet. “Alright, we should go now.” He gently intertwined my arm with his as he took us to the exit.
“Dylan! I was about to get some tonight, now they’re going to think you’re like my boyfriend and not want to talk to me!”
“Good.” He lead us towards his car. “How much did you drink?” I asked as we both got inside.
“I drank other beverages, I’m the designated driver remember.” He said harshly. I didn’t say one word to him the whole ride home, but I could tell we were going to his since it was closer. He was being so rude that every time he spoke, my heart ached a bit more.
The silence wasn’t awkward, he knew when something was bugging me so he just doesn’t add to it.
When the car stopped at my house, I was afraid of facing him to say bye or anything because there was a tear that escaped my eye and I swiped it quickly off. if I said anything he would still notice because of my shaky voice.
“Y/N.” His voice said from a distance but I blocked it out as I kept looking down at my shoes.
“Hey Y/N. Are you crying?” Dylan scooted closer as he cupped my cheeks.
“You’ve been so distant this whole day after I made a move on you. I mean I get it, we’re best friends and you’d never go for more than that. You’d never love me the way I love you, but the fact that you don’t see me as a desirable person? It’s worse than punching me in the face.”
I felt my sadness overcome me as my sleepiness mixed with it. My eyes started to close as my tears still kept streaming out.
“And it hurts Dylan.” I managed to say in my sad, sleepy voice. “It hurts so much because I want to be your everything, and seeing you that disgusted of me just teared me.” And sleep soon consumed my brain I was out with my as the water droplets from my eyes barely started to dry. Guess crying yourself to sleep is a real thing?
Dylan however was very much awake. He was speechless, and he was positive I wasn’t going to remember a thing in the morning.
“Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was thinking hard, because her long hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. Violet had a real knack for inventing and building strange devices, so her brain was often filled with images of pulleys, levers, and gears, and she never wanted to be distracted by something as trivial as her hair.” requested by anon
I turn dramatically to the entirety of birds present on this planet. They all stare at me, expectantly, their little birdie faces looking at me in various expressions and emotions. After all, birds are not one unified group.
“I’m sorry guys,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and pained.
One African Grey caws out, “Why are you sorry, Meig?”
I take a long, slow breath, “Tumblr Anon says you’re not real.”
Thousands of voices caw out in unison. The horror in the air is palpable. A Harpy Eagle screeches in fury, while a Little Blue Penguin waddles up to me at the front of the room.
“What do we do?” the penguin asks, even though penguins can’t talk, because I mean, does it matter, since penguins apparently don’t exist?
“We move on, my friend,” I say, patting the penguin on the head, “We move on.”
Slowly but steadily, the birds fly or walk away, all moving out in unison. Some go to universes where they do exist. Others stay here, as ghosts - remnants of an idea that once was.
I change the title of ADAD to A Pseudosuchian A Day. I begin talking about scutes instead of feathers.
But finally, the lies we have all been living under have been exposed.
Monsta X reacting to their best friend (crush) asking to sleep in their bed with them
A/N: Guess who took ages to make this! Yes, me :( Still, this is for a wonderful anon who made the request. I hope you like it and sorry for taking so long.
He would try to look super chill about it, and make some jokes as an ice breaker he would think it’s a good oportunity to have a late night conversation with you, but when you finally fall asleep he would be terrifyed to touch you because he wouldn’t want you to think he’s actually taking advantage of the situation.
Jooheon: be careful, Y/N, I move a lot in my sleep, you might end up on the floor. You: can you just shut up and let me sleep, Jooheon? I’m tired… *a couple of minutes later in the dark…* Jooheon: Hey, Y/N are you still awak- *accidentally touches your boob* You: LEE JOOHEON WHAT THE FUCK! Jooheon:
He would be super nervous and start making a million scenarios in his head, as he wouldn’t be sure if you just wanted to sleep in his bed, or sleep with him. So he would just pull the typical Wonho move, play it cool (and collapsing in an embarrassment breakdown 2 seconds later).
You: Wonho… Would it be awkward if we slept together? Wonho: No at all… Pfff… Wait a second, though. Do you mean sleep, sleep, or sleep sleep, because if it’s the second one… You: Wonho, for God sake… I’m literally just gonna close my eyes and pass out. Chill, boy. What did you have in mind? Wonho: Me??? Nothing… Of couse I knew you meant that… *sweats*
This little savage would try to act like it’s not big deal while he would actually be so happy inside because he’s gonna have the chance to have you sleeping in his own bed. He would still try to hide his true feelings for you.
You: Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I’m too lazy to go back home. Hyungwon: Of course not. I’ll give you a blanket, you are sleeping on the floor. You: HYUNGWON! Hyungwon: Okay, okay… You can sleep here but you have to do it on your side because I’ll only give you 20cm of my bed, so good luck trying to fit in. You: CHAE HYUNGWON! Hyungwon: OKAY THEN. God, why are you so greedy?
(Just to make the feels rise a little more, Ik he would stay awake till you fell asleep so he could stare at you BYE)
Oh this boy is everything but shy. He’d be glad you asked and he’ll be lowkey (and by lowkey I mean HIGHKEY AF) trying to getas close as he can to you, just being his clingy self. He’d take it as an oportunity to have a taste of the kind of relationship he wants we you but he doesn’t have (yet).
You: So… I can stay the night here? Minhyuk: Yeah, that’s my side right there, you can have the other one. You: Okay… Now I have a side… Minhyuk: Of course you do. That’s how it works… Both: *get in bed* You: Hummm… Minhyuk… can you please go to your side, you are technically over me… Minhyuk: (you are Jooheon)
dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!
Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve
been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just
feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely
do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so
this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or
that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!
an act of faith against the night by @elianefics - M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they
began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events
that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns,
not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night,
albeit searching for something else.
“Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?”
[Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)
war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over,
or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which
is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless
love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how
deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters,
and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical
questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon
Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the
post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this
one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC
cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but
unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.
another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six
weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop
meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet
boys, and underrated literary devices.
It’s been over a year
since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of
it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette
smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he
runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis,
the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for
being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me
nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as
though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though
there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And
that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the
universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.
Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings
- M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but
had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was
destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in
London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t
admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend
that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer
Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain
often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other
one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative
hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if
it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in
the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can
afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can
never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis
first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and
wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all
came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went
about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and
this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding
between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely
belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11,
to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much
more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how
much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.
Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious
law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee.
And everyone else is around, too.
Harry is unbelievably
charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as
the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection
gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail.
But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional
ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a
difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and
root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them
pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first,
understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just
magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and
heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then
that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna
dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.
Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee
- NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what
he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself
completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink,
silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)
this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face
is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It
did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all
these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before
this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way
that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category).
and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it
so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i
was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people
who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together
beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so
here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and
considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.
Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English
National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the
company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly
complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly
attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his
best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.
was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would
have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so
much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis
come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this
beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and
fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to
spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis
taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and
reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and
one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.
like a boomerang by @youwilll -
M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a
Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.
fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and
Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click,
and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh
and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis
contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep
questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of
self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle
and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much. And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that
made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant
moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be
there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.
Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings - M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his
ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is
elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support
an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy
dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able
to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let
go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the
love of your life and let them walk away again.
This fic is basically
everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able
to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I
mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid
settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything,
check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the
story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the
ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that
feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and
viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping
back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.
in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but
it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second
they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’
relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of
it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and
whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still
not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts
everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences
to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what
all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to
have gone on this journey.
Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the
prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term,
committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring
Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as
Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry
This was the fic that tipped me right over the
precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I
wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody
beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and
to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry
change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the
depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good
illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get
the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally
entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the
big triumphant moments and the little ones.
things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it
almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s
screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar
flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with
the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.
not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it
away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is
heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating
and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks
worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us.
Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to
cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also
made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me
sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s
making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also
means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the
brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than
the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?
These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up
finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a
cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an
idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches
English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning
buildings, and Niall is Niall.
this is one of the top ten
most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i
don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound
up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally
doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you
can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still
because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional
revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not
recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train
or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically
anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic
and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.
walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis
can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own.
“Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the
likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?” “We’re here because we have
inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with
his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe. or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.
this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk
about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about
bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests,
they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s
supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than
that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the
screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very
precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each
others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have
someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied,
panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott
celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to
read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same
time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most
extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in
the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole
whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics -
PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all
things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything
is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself,
that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry
hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky
only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys
come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for
all this time.]
heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic
wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and
earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side.
There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of
them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those
friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in
the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to
make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me
like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it
again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice
before you do. This is worth it.
Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name
Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are
pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled,
clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole
bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes
just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why
not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex
and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to
feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and
the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little).
Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering
slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological
motivations, theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights,
loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible
complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any
sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)
Hi! Please could I request headcanons of the RFA+V+Saeran first date with MC?
Oh, boy! First dates! I hope I do this justice for you,
anon~! (: Sorry it takes me so long to finish these requests. I am a college
student who is trying to prepare for the sweet release of death finals.
Anywho, I tried to make these worth the wait but I still feel like a potate.
After he finished up the semester, he vowed to
take you on a dream date.
He suggested just about everything, and you had
to calm him down.
“We can see a movie, and go to dinner, and go
bowling, and I’ll see if Jumin can lend us a limousine! Do you think he would?
Oh! We can—“
“Yoosung… Sweetie, just breathe for a minute. Do
either of us have the money for this?”
He was silent for a moment.
“Er… Then how about a picnic?”
There we go, Yoosung. Thinking inside the
The two of you met at the park. He found a lush,
green field for you two and laid down a large blanket.
He sat down a huge basket, and you were
wondering what on earth he could have brought that would need that much space.
As if reading your thoughts, he began babbling
“I made sandwiches, gimbap—meat and without
meat, I didn’t think to ask if you were vegan, sorry—mandoo, gaeran mari, some
musubi.. Hmmm, oh, and rice cakes!! I also made—“
He continued on for a moment, listing off the
menu as he pulled it straight from the basket.
You place a finger to his lips to silence him,
and you could have sworn he almost jumped out of his skin.
“Yoosung!” you blurt. “Let’s just eat!”
His cheeks were an adorable shade of red, and his shoulders trembled.
He reminded you of a nervous little Chihuahua,
and it honestly made you giggle a bit.
The two of you sat down to eat, and you noticed
he looked really drained.
“Did you get enough sleep? Did you play LOLOL
all night again?”
He gave a sheepish smile and gestured to the
food laid out all around on the blanket.
“Not this time… I was up all night making this
for us. I wanted it to be perfect, so I had to restart a few times… It isn’t
too bland is it? Did I make it pretty enough?”
“Yoosung,” you breathe, quite shocked at the
amount of effort he put into some picnic snacks. You shake your head in
disbelief. How could any guy be so incredibly sweet?
“It is perfect. This entire day is perfect.
Thank you so much.”
Yoosung looks entirely flattered, trying his
best not to smile from ear to ear, looking down at his gimbap and toying with a
lace on his shoes.
This man is completely flawless in your eyes,
and you are so proud of him. You decide you want to hang onto him for as long as humanly
He asked you out through a phone call.
You had to mute the phone to keep from squealing
right in his ear.
The two of you end up parking in front of a
large building. He didn’t tell you what the place was.
Zen is a complete gentleman, opening doors for
you and holding your hand every chance he gets, commenting on how beautiful you
Which he better have, because you spent ages primping for this guy.
He leads you inside, and immediately you know
what the place is.
There are cymbals stacked up in the corner of the
main hall, piano benches and music stands propped against the walls.
He smiles at you knowingly, then leads you into
a small room with just a piano and a couple of chairs.
“Pull a chair up and sit beside me… I want to
play something for you.”
You follow his instructions and sit in the
chair beside his, just a bit behind him since he was sitting in front of the
piano—you didn’t want to get in the way.
His lips quirk up once more, a dazzling smile
that shows the pearly whites of his teeth.
Your heart thumps against your chest as his
bright crimson eyes gaze softly into yours.
“Don’t think I’m a creep just yet, but… I
couldn’t get you out of my mind. So…”
He turns around and taps out a few notes and
chords, making sure of the key for what he was about to play.
“Ahem, I… I wrote this for you.”
Your eyes widened. He wrote you a song?! And he
actually sounds nervous about it?!
Without further explanation, he began playing
before he could chicken out completely.
It’s magnificent… The sweet melody fills the
room, a major key that could lift even the most broken of spirits.
Zen was slightly slouched, fingers gliding over
the keys as if it was second nature, swaying along gently to the music.
You press a hand over your mouth, smiling like a
giddy little girl as you watch him play with such deep emotion. It was like
seeing a whole new Zen.
He looks entirely vulnerable before you, all of
his emotions spilling out with every chord he creates.
Suddenly, a smooth, deep voice resounds
throughout the room. He’s singing.
He adorns his suave baritone voice with vibrato, singing each note with utter grace and perfection…
God, he sounds just like an angel…
You didn’t notice the tears falling from your
eyes until the song was complete.
He turns around and looks at you, tears brimming
in his own eyes.
He smiles again, knowing exactly what you’re
He’s feeling it too.
You leap forward and wrap your arms around his
He laughs and embraces you as well.
“I love you, Zen…”
“Mm, not as much as I love you…”
The two of you are going to the sPA BECAUSE YOU
BOTH DESERVE A BREAK.
After hearing how much Jumin was overworking
Jaehee, the whole thing was your idea. Your bae was so!! stressed!!
You needed to relax anyway.
You planned it as a “date,” but the two of you
hadn’t disclosed any romantic feelings for each other.
You wanted her to know how you felt, but at the
same it terrified you.
What if she doesn’t like you back? You don’t
deal very well with rejection..
The two of you got manicures and pedicures
It surprised you when you heard her giggle and
Apparently, her legs are very ticklish.
Her laugh is so bubbly, and the way she curls
her legs up to avoid being tickled just warms your heart.
You love seeing her happy.
The only thing that started to bother you was
when the two of you went for massages.
Both of you had to undress at least partially
and be rubbed down by another person in order to receive a massage.
Jaehee was going to be pawed at by someone else
with only a thin sheet in between the two of them.
[MC rage mode activated]
You could hardly enjoy the massage because of
it, especially when Jaehee let out little moans when the masseuse worked out
the stress from her shoulders.
be me making her feel like that, you thought.
Finally the two of you got some alone time in a
She was reluctant to get in at first.
“Jaehee… They don’t just pick up some dirt and
throw it in here with water. This is good for your skin!”
This sweetheart had never been to a spa before.
You were so glad to treat her.
She got in and immediately the warmth of the mud
soothed her tension.
She is now leaning back against the edge of the
bath. She’s had her eyes closed for several minutes; you could only assume she fell asleep.
“… You’re so cute when you’re sleeping…”
MC, you big idiot. It’s a good thing she didn’t
“Ah, I’m so relaxed. I haven’t felt like this in
year,” she hums. “Thank you so much, MC. I could just kiss you right now.”
“Why don’t you?”
MC, REALLY? You just love suffering, don’t you?
Just love digging holes for yourself—
Jaehee laughs. She looks over at you with a wide
smile and sees your blush.
It is so endearing to her. You’re just so
adorable and shy. Why can’t you just tell her what you’re feeling?
“It’s the least I could do for someone like you,”
she says, and your eyes widen to comic proportions.
She softly laughs again and leans over, pressing
a soft kiss to your cheek.
[MC liquesce mode activated]
Fancy dinner date with the executive director of
It was surreal. Jumin ordered and sent you a
nice, black dress with matching heels and light jewelry. He even arranged a
limousine to drive you two there.
You really felt like it was too much, but Jumin
insisted that you just relax and indulge for tonight. This was your first date
and he wanted to make it special for the both of you in any way possible.
It was like you were in a fairy-tale
You would have believed that Jumin was prince
charming if he hadn’t been looking so grumpy all night.
Finally, after the two of you were halfway
through your dinner, the wine you were drinking gave you enough confidence to
ask him why he looked so pissy.
“Is it me? Do you not like me…?”
“MC, that’s ridiculous. You’re the most
important woman in the world to me…”
He closes his eyes briefly and sighs, placing
his silverware down. He very suddenly pins you with a hard gaze, taking you
“I misjudged the length… Your dress is too
short. These dogs keep staring.”
Sure enough, there were men in this nice
establishment who were low-class enough to check out a lady. And another man’s
lady at that!
You pull your dress down over your knees, trying
to keep full coverage of your thighs while you sat at the table.
You are very uncomfortable.
The corner of Jumin’s lips twitch upward
slightly, and he flattens the back of his hand on the table in front of you.
“Give me your hand. They’ll stop looking.”
You are all
You place your palm gently in his, and a blush
creeps over your face.
He squeezes your hand softly, caressing it as if
it was a sacred treasure. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, back and forth
while his silvery eyes watch your nerves settle down.
This feels really nice.
“They’re not looking anymore,” you sigh,
Jumin’s smile widens, and you feel your flesh
rise as he brings your hand up and presses your fingers against his lips.
Your blush returns as your mind drifts,
fantasizing about that tantalizing warmth against your own lips.
“Good,” he murmurs, voice deep and foreboding. “I’m the only one who should see you like that.”
Your phone lit up with brightly in the middle of
a message, a festive image of a roller coaster behind some obnoxious-colored
text…. Ugh, spam???
BEEN CHOSEN! CLICK BELOW TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!!!”
You try to exit the pop-up, but unfortunately,
it wouldn’t leave your screen.
You sigh and humor the ad, pressing the button.
… Is that a drumroll..?
MANY FREE DATES WITH 707!!!”
Oh my god, Seven, you freaking dork.
You couldn’t help but smile and laugh, covering
your mouth to hide a goofy grin so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.
Seven swings by the apartment and picks you up
the next day, then floors it to your destination.
park?? So that’s what the roller coaster was about.
You felt nauseous. He better not drag you on any
aaaaaaaaaaaand first stop, roller coaster.
“NOPE, NO. NO, SEVEN ZERO SEVEN, YOU BETTER STOP—AAGH.”
He’s dragging you along, insisting it will be
fun! He says if you come along, he has a top secret surprise for you~
You muster up the courage, but you’re still
shivering like crazy.
He holds your hand, a gesture that turns you red
in the face. His palm is so warm against your own, and his fingers laced around
yours perfectly. He is such a good
hand-holder what the hell
He was distracting you with his unassuming charm
until you realized you were seated and strapped down in the coaster.
You start cursing under your breath, and Seven
gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Baaaabe, you’ll be fine! It’ll be worth it!”
The ride begins. You scream, he laughs, all the
while gripping each other’s hand tightly.
You come out trembling, but he seems to have
gotten a huge rush. He laughs and swings your hand to and fro as you walk.
“You made it! See, it wasn’t so bad! Ready for
your surprise, MC?”
You glare up at him, and you see him grinning.
What the hell is he up to?
He brings you to the side of the nearest
building, away from the crowd, then gingerly tilts your chin up.
You blush, unable to be angry anymore as you
gaze into his hypnotic golden eyes. He’s
going to kiss me, oh my god, he’s going to kiss me!!
He comes closer, his nose bumping against yours,
and your breath hitches. You can feel your lips tingling with anticipation.
Seven builds up the moment, letting the heat of
his breath ghost over your lips for what seemed like an eternity.
You were on fire, wanting to just kiss him
senseless, but he held you firmly in place.
Finally, he moved closer and—
He gave a swift peck to your nose and backed
You looked entirely offended, making him burst
“Pffftt ha ha ha!! Tell you what,” he said, collecting
himself. “If you go on another one, I’ll give you the real surprise.”
You were about to refuse, but then he slid the
pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. You groaned quietly.
“Maybe just one more…”
He still had a bit of sight left in one
eye—enough to get him around.
Plus, you were always there to guide him if he
Turns out, he knew the trail fairly well, so
only a small amount of sight was needed to be able to maneuver around the trees
and roots with ease.
This boy would not let your hand go, and it was
the sweetest thing. He wanted you to stay close to him, as if he was afraid you were the one who would get lost.
The trees began to thin, and soon you two were
atop a large hill overlooking the city.
It was so beautiful, you felt like you were on
top of the world.
Well, with V by your side, you may as well be.
“MC, stand over here.”
You walked in front of the scenic view of the
city and stopped, looking at V expectantly.
He had taken his camera out and was positioning
it over his left eye.
You smile, and he takes the picture.
He doesn’t bother to see at how it turned out;
with you in it, it will undoubtedly be perfect.
“Beautiful,” he says, and joins you where you’re
He holds his camera up and snaps a photograph of
the both of you.
“This one is for you.” He grabs the photo and
hands it to you. A third of his face was cut from the picture, but it was still
something to remember this by.
Your first date with the man you’ll spend
forever with. You clutched the picture to your chest, making a mental note to
get a frame for it.
Suddenly, V’s shoulders started shaking, and his
breathing became erratic.
You placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at
him with concern.
“V, are you all right?”
As he looks over at you, you saw a smile on his
face. He was laughing, with a single tear spilling down his cheek.
You didn’t know how to react, so you wrapped him
up in an embrace that he returned immediately.
“We haven’t known each other for very long, but
I can tell…” His voice was quivering in your ear.
“I can tell that I don’t ever want to forget
your face. I don’t ever want to forget the way you smile when you see me. Or
the way you laugh when I make some pathetic joke… I don’t ever want to forget
the way your eyes light up like the stars of a million galaxies when I speak. I don’t want
to forget… Please tell me I won’t forget.”
The two of you spent the entire day and night
together. He never took his eyes off of you. No matter where you went or what
you did, as long as you were in sight, his eyes belonged to you. And for as
long as his sight lasts, he will pledge himself to committing every one of your
details to memory. He will never forget your face.
It’s almost midnight when you hear little taps on your window.
Curious, you peer outside and are immediately
met with two dazzling aquamarine eyes.
You nearly have a heart attack.
This beautiful white-haired man is smiling
softly, gesturing for you to open your window.
you? He looks dangerous, but… Something inside you wants to know who he is and
what he wants. Could this be the hacker that led you to this place?
You crack open the window, just enough to hear
him speak. Your grip is tight, so that you can close and lock it immediately if
the need arises.
“MC, I see you’re adjusting well. Why don’t you
“Ah, clever little thing, aren’t you? Come on
out. I won’t hurt you~”
Will he? Come
on, MC… Don’t be stupid. You can’t possibly do what he says. He’s the hacker!
You have to call Seven!…
Before you could even process what was
happening, he pushes the window open more and grabs your hand, jerking you
forward so abruptly that you almost knock your head on the window.
“But… If you rat me out, I might hurt you a
little~!” He giggles, and your blood runs cold.
“I’ll come out, I’ll do it! Just… let me go,
He releases your arm and pries the window open
enough for you to get out.
“And leave your phone inside…”
You’re both outside now, and he takes your hand
gently in his as he guides you along.
You find it odd how gentle he turned out to be after getting you outside—maybe he won’t
hurt you after all. But where is he taking you?
“I imagine you have a lot of questions. I’ve got a little time to kill, so I’ll clear some things up.”
The night went by with you and this stranger hand
in hand, strolling through the town in the dead of night.
He seemed to be glowing, ethereal under the
moonlight. His mystery fueled your curiosity, and so the two of you quietly
spoke as you made your way along.
Soon, you return to the apartment building. You
notice how reluctant you are to leave this mystery man. You had enjoyed the
company, and moreover you had grown accustomed to his touch.
Which all but makes you groan disappointedly as
he lets your hand go.
He takes notices and chuckles, forcing a chill
down your spine.
“You like me, don’t you? You don’t want me to
leave. Mm… Would you like me to join you in your bedroom for the night?” His
voice is low and sultry, whispering a proposition into your ear that makes your
face heat up like crazy.
You open your mouth, but are far too flustered to speak. Absolutely no sound
comes out. He knows what this means…
The two of you are now inside, lips crashing
onto the others’ in the heat of the moment.
His mouth is like a bittersweet poison, dripping
with sugary venom, driving your senses wild.
Everywhere he touches sets your body on fire.
Why, why are you doing this? This isn’t you.
But the sense of danger and mystery just sucks
you in entirely. This man makes you weak and entirely submissive to his will.
He pushes you onto your bed, then crawls on top
of you and pins your wrists firmly to the mattress.
You are helpless and feeble, docile and
You’re loving this.
You can’t get enough of his taste, tongue
dancing around yours in a scorching sensation that only the two of you can
His teeth bite at your flesh, leaving trails of
bright red love marks over your neck and throat.
You crave more, so much more, lifting your body
to rub against his, then he stops.
The two of you panting is the only sound heard
throughout the silence.
You want to say his name, but you realize that
you don’t even know it yet.
“That’s enough for tonight,” he murmurs, picking
himself up from the bed.
You sit up, reaching out to him, your face a
“W-wait! Where are you going?”
He lifts the window, and just as he is about to
disappear, he flashes you a wicked grin.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll come get you soon..~”
When it comes to colors, I try to pick 3 main colors. Then I make sure that my artwork revolves around these colors so that the colors won’t clash or look out of place. By doing this, I end up with one harmonious piece. Here are some examples:
2. Using the 3 main colors, choose a good background. Backgrounds are super important because they set the mood of the piece.
Look at the impact of the background. In the first image, the light blue lessens the emphasis on the plants and allows more focus on the girl. The overall feel is nice and more summer oriented. While the second image creates an illusion which makes the leaves look like they fade out in the darkness and gives emphasis on both the leaves and the girl. The overall feel is more of a tropical forest. When choosing a background color think about how the other parts will look above that color like which part will have more emphasis and depth.
3. Match the color of the foreground to the 3 main colors and the background An example is my drawing of Steven and Connie snorkeling.
If you notice, the one with the X shows how the original colors don’t mix well while the one with the check shows how the colors are more unified.
Step 1 - Mix the original color with the desired color in order for it to match the background. Step 2 - Incorporate that color and you are done.
4. You can also search for color palettes on the internet to make you more inspired. You can learn more color combinations too.