Commission for @mukenaizen 💮💗
And thanks to this commission, I learned that the first three new Bleach episodes are getting a theatrical release! Sadly, I won't be able to experience it since it won't be available in my country ☠️ But drawing Inara smoothed my pain a little <3
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Bleach OC
OC and Ukitake
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OFF THE RECORD — when falling in love is the easy part — but staying is the real challenge
##SYNOPSIS — in where; a music producer gets called to produce an album for a singer, but rather falls in love instead.
or, in where; a model comes to visit her friend in another country for a short stay, only for everything to change and making the stay longer than expected.
1.4 after everything
PREVIOUS — NEXT
## PLAYLIST — off the record
?! TAGLIST — @hoonzsn @yunszn @sweetestjuyo
Following the storm of feelings that nearly unfolded last night, I unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep, as if wrapped in serenity despite the menacing thunder outside and my unease simmering just below the surface.
When I finally awaken, the first sensation that registers is the warmth of a heavy arm draped securely over my waist, pulling me closer into a comforting embrace. My heart races at the unexpected intimacy as I turn to find Jaeyun’s head nestled against my shoulder, his breath warm and steady against my skin. What on earth is he doing here, and why is he cuddling me?
Panic washes over me like a cold wave, freezing me in place as my mind spirals with a flurry of questions. He’s completely tangled up against me, sleeping soundly as if wrapped in a soft cocoon. My hands tremble slightly as I cautiously lift the sheet just enough for a glimpse, and relief floods through me to see that he’s fully dressed. Phew, that’s a small comfort.
“Jake,” I call out softly, a desperate need for clarity threaded through my voice. I repeat his name, gradually raising my volume until he finally groans in response, his voice thick with sleep and a touch of annoyance.
“What?” he mumbles, his eyes still shut, unmoving like a sloth immersed in peaceful dreams.
“Can you let go now?” I gently tap his hand under the covers, the mix of frustration and amusement swelling within me like a playful tide. With obvious reluctance, he loosens his grip, rolling slightly away but still burying his face deeper into the softness of the pillow.
“Why are you here? Didn’t you say you’d sleep on the couch?” My curiosity flares up as I search his expression.
“Oh, you know,” he replies lazily, stretching his arms above his head, the muscles in his abdomen flexing momentarily, “the living room was way too hot…” The falsehood drips thickly from his voice.
“Liar,” I call him out without hesitation, my lips curling into a teasing smile.
He seems to give in at my playful accusation, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks like the first light of dawn. “Okay, maybe I was a little scared of the thunder,” he admits sheepishly, now fully awake and gazing up at me, his expression a charming blend of bashfulness and allure as I sit against the headboard.
“You’re scared of thunder?” My laughter bursts forth, light and melodic, this unexpected revelation utterly tickling my senses. “I thought that didn’t quite fit your mysterious guy persona.
A slow, sheepish grin spreads across his face as he buries his head deep into the softness of the pillow, clearly feeling the heat of embarrassment. I carefully climb over him, navigating around his sprawled body, needing to cling to his hand for balance and slowly make my way toward the kitchen.
As I step into the living room, I catch sight of some of the members—Riki and Sunoo—already bustling about, preparing to head out into the bright morning. They shoot me glances filled with curiosity, their expressions a mix of confusion and surprise, wondering why I am in their home. I explain hastily, the two of them exchanging weird looks afterwards. Jungwon strides over, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, the rich aroma enveloping me as I graciously accept it, savoring the warmth and comfort it offers.
After chatting for a bit and thanking him with a smile, I head off in search of the bathroom, the need to change back into my own clothes urgent, the awkwardness of the moment buzzing around me like a persistent fly.
On my way out, I nearly collide with a half-asleep Jaeyun, who has finally decided to greet the morning.
“Leaving so soon?” he asks, his trademark cocky attitude emerging like the sun breaking through the clouds.
“I still have work,” I reply, striving to maintain a neutral expression despite the flurry of emotions churning within. “And so do you. Remember? Your album cover shoot is today.”
I watch as panic flickers in his eyes, realization dawning on him like an unexpected thunderclap. A laugh escapes me at the sight of his flustered expression, and I give his shoulder a reassuring pat, my heart swelling with a mix of fondness and mischief. “I’ll text Sora to let her know you’ll be late.”
He smiles genuinely then, a flicker of gratitude glinting in his gaze as I make my hasty exit, saying farewell to everyone and thanking them for their generous hospitality.
-
When I arrive at the studio after dashing home to change into some fresh clothes, an overwhelming sense of emptiness envelops me. Today, I find myself alone for a few hours as both Jaeyun and Sora are out shooting for the album cover, leaving me to the solitude of the studio's creative chaos.
With nothing but my thoughts for company, I dive into the meticulous process of editing the album's songs, occasionally jotting down lyrics that quickly fall to the floor in defeat as I dismiss them. Now and then, members of ENHYPEN drop by, including Jay, who seems to sense my boredom, offering a welcome distraction.
Out of nowhere, Jay broaches the subject of last night—something I had hoped would just fade into memory.
“Look, I really didn't see you! I was just hungry, I swear,” he insists, his voice earnest. “Trust me, it won't happen again.”
I let out a heavy sigh. Deep down, I worry that that moment may have been the one chance we had. How is it possible that I almost kissed Sim Jaeyun? Did I really want to? Do I still?
The way Jay acts now has me questioning if Jaeyun even remembers the fleeting moment we shared—or if he’s simply avoiding it.
“What was that about anyway?” Jay inquires, noticing my distant gaze lost in thought.
“I don't know,” I admit, feeling the weight of silence settle heavily upon us. Thankfully, he doesn't press further; I wouldn’t know what to say if he did.
We shift to lighter topics, laughter soon spilling from our lips, filling the once-quiet studio. The sound is still ringing in the air when Jaeyun bursts through the door, his expression a mix of concern and disapproval as he assesses our breathless state. To my surprise, I notice a flash of jealousy in his eyes. He quickly ushers Jay out, declaring we have work to do.
Once we’re alone, I'm still giggling, trying to catch my breath, but Jaeyun’s demeanor is serious as he hands me a printed piece of paper. I take a moment to focus on it and realize it’s filled with the new lyrics to “Half Awake,” the ones he sang to me just last night.
He moves to set up in the recording room, but I can’t help but study him. Though he just returned from a photoshoot, traces of makeup still cling to his skin, and his hair is styled in messy, soft curls that frame his face just right. Sora has truly outdone herself with this look. I make a mental note to ask her about the cover picture later.
Our recording session flows smoothly, with Jaeyun surprisingly receptive to my suggestions. I sense a newfound openness in him, a shift that makes me hopeful for the creative process. Yet, despite the productive atmosphere, I can feel the tension from last night still lingering like an uninvited guest.
He deliberately avoids meeting my gaze, frequently checking his notebook to scribble down new lyrics, only to rip out pages that don’t meet his satisfaction and toss them into the trash.
After a while, fatigue sets in, and I take a break on the couch, mindlessly strumming my guitar. Jaeyun is turned away from me, gazing at the computer in front of him, but I can tell he’s listening attentively. I begin to mumble the lyrics to a Gracie Abrams song I worked on last year, forgetting the correct chords, but the lyrics unexpectedly hit me harder than anticipated.
You're the risk, I'm gonna take it...
When Jaeyun steps out to attend to another album-related task, I seize the opportunity to glance at his open notebook on the table. It's not snooping if he leaves it like that, right? My heart races as I peek at the page, and I’m taken aback by what I see.
In bold uppercase letters, he has written: “TRACK 6: After everything, I still want you,” with the words “want” and “you” underlined three times, a striking emphasis on his emotions.
Oh my God. Is this a new song? Suddenly, I understand why he’s been fervently scribbling notes. My mind swirls with questions about how to approach him without revealing that I looked at his notebook, especially since he has clearly shown discomfort with my snooping.
But I need to hear it. As I hear footsteps echoing down the corridor, I quickly return to my place on the couch, pretending to be engrossed in my phone, masking the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind.
-
Jake was feeling a weight on his chest, as if a rock had settled there, unyielding and heavy. Since the events of last night, he had been avoiding any interaction with Zoie, but he couldn’t shake her from his thoughts. She seemed to dominate his mind, like a catchy tune that played on repeat, nagging at him relentlessly.
Earlier, he had attempted to distract himself by going live for his fans, excitedly sharing the news of his upcoming solo album. The bright screen and the supportive comments helped momentarily mask the emptiness he felt. But now, as the day waned and the room dimmed, he lay flat on his back, sinking deep into the plush, familiar sheets of his bed. The lingering scent of her perfume wrapped around him like a ghost, a bittersweet reminder of moments they had shared.
The moment they shared in the kitchen had taken him completely by surprise. It was a clash of emotions he hadn’t anticipated; after all, he had spent so much time denying his growing feelings for Zoie, who was simultaneously his producer and rival. Over the past few weeks, those feelings had begun to fester, moving from the back of his mind to the forefront. Jake knew he liked her—Jay had pointed it out, and deep down, he could no longer lie to himself about it. Yet, he wasn’t ready to admit it out loud.
As he lay there, a gnawing sensation overwhelmed him, replaying fragments of yesterday in his mind. From Zoie’s unexpected outburst to the way he had slipped into bed beside her in the middle of the night, seeking comfort from the thunderstorm raging outside. Yes, he had been genuinely scared of the thunder, but perhaps there was something more profound at play. Maybe his desire to be close to her had more layers than just fear; it was about connection.
Jake found himself contemplating the nature of his feelings. Did Zoie feel the same pull towards him? When she almost kissed him, was it just a fleeting moment, an impulse? The uncertainty of it all was maddening, spiraling in his mind like a whirlwind. He needed to take action before these troubling thoughts consumed him entirely.
With a determined sigh, he pushed himself off the bed, the evening sky deepening into twilight. He settled back by his synthesizer, a sanctuary for his thoughts and emotions. His notebook lay open, filled with fragmented lyrics, raw thoughts, and snippets of melodies that had once flowed easily but had been shelved when he felt unready to confront what they meant. Now, however, he dove into his writing, pouring his heart onto the pages with a sense of urgency that brought clarity.
Three hours slipped by in a blur as he found satisfaction in the melody he crafted, the words mingling seamlessly with the notes. This song felt more than just a musical composition; it was a piece of his heart. But anxieties crept in. What would Zoie think if she heard it? Would she realize it was about her? The thought of it tainting their working relationship sent a shiver down his spine.
So instead of reaching out to her for help with production—which would be too personal—he opted for a safer route. He quickly shot a text to Jay and Heeseung, the two members he trusted implicitly with his ideas, confident they wouldn’t judge him for his vulnerabilities.
By the time Jay and Heeseung arrived, Jake was nearly dozing off at his keyboard, exhaustion setting in after a long day.
“What’s all this about a song?” Jay asked, his brows knitting together in confusion as he stepped into the dim light of Jake’s room. Heeseung stifled a yawn, fatigue evident on his face.
“I kind of need your help making it,” Jake admitted sheepishly, his gaze dropping to the pages of his notebook, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment.
“Don’t you have your own producer for that?” Heeseung chimed, half of his remark playful but curious. His eyes widened in surprise as he caught a glimpse of the lyrics.
Jay’s expression shifted from confusion to enlightenment, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “Oh, I get it,” he said with a teasing smirk. “You can’t ask her because the song is about her, right?” He exchanged a laugh with Heeseung, whose eyes now danced with intrigue.
Jake felt a slight warmth of embarrassment flood his cheeks, but he couldn’t help smirking back. “So, will you help me?”
“Of course,” Heeseung replied, stifling another yawn. “But not tonight; I’m totally wiped out.”
Jay, meanwhile, remained engrossed in the lyrics, his expression thoughtful. “Man, I never pegged you as such a simp,” he teased, a playful grin on his lips.
Without thinking, Jake snatched the notebook from him, laughter echoing in their small room as they prepared to call it a night. But just as Jake was about to drift off, his phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Zoie.
She revealed that she’d sneakily glanced at his notebook and was intrigued by the new track. A mix of unease and relief washed over him—she wasn’t pressing for details, which was comforting. In a moment of spontaneity, he sent her a voice memo, quietly singing the chorus he had just written.
When he saw that Zoie had hearted the message without replying, he felt a strange mix of hope and anxiety. What did it all mean? Did she understand the depth of his feelings? Would this song bring them closer, or would it complicate everything they had built together? The uncertainty lingered in the air, thick and electric, as the night wrapped around him like a warm blanket.
Daughter of a Noldorin smith and a Sindarin mother.
A craftswoman, jeweler, gardener, keeper of old memories, and wife of Celegorm.
Born in the years before the Sun and Moon, she survived the ruin of Beleriand and carried fragments of lost histories across the Ages. What began as notes, names, and family records eventually became one of the most complete surviving genealogical chronicles of the Eldar.
Though known for her work with metal and gemstones, Beryl is just as often found among berry bushes and herbs, speaking softly to plants as if they were old friends.
Her hands are the hands of a smith: strong, steady, scarred by honest work. Yet those same hands are known for restoring beauty, preserving memory, and offering healing through the green stone Elessar.
She never quite became accustomed to being called a princess.
She still prefers workshops to courts, gardens to ceremonies, and a quiet evening at home with her husband, a growing collection of animals, and far too many unfinished projects.
But if you ask those who know her, they will tell you that wherever Beryl lives, a house becomes a home.
More photos in the group https://www.tumblr.com/join/4Ln-etDR
Honestly drew this on a whim months ago, going to try to redraw her with a somewhat more simplified design. (Thinking I might make her role like a queen of monsters, even though the original design was supposed to be a “biblically accurate angel”) The stuff in the parentheses goes to show that stuff do change sometimes, even so I hope you like the design currently, and I am curious what sort of color pallet you would give her…so let me know in the comments down below! Thanks for stopping by everyone -^^-
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're starting to like me, dove. "
"If I ever start liking you, you'll be the first to know. "
⫘⫘⫘ How to Train Your Dragon ⫘⫘⫘
Monsters aren't born. They're made.
Brynn knew that better than most. The world had shown her its cruelty and left her out in the cold. So she fought for what she loved- because if she didn't, who would?
Then there was him. The dragon trapper. A man who stood for everything she hates.
Eret never cared for dragon riders. Reckless, self-righteous, always soaring above the rest of the world on a moral high horse while the rest of them were trying to survive.
Survival makes strange allies, and the more their worlds collide, the lines between them aren't as clear as they once thought.
