#Fran might look like an oblivious idiot but he is not

[hadesmorrisonandrei]

Francisco and Spencer don't have the best gaze in the darkness, nights are difficult for them both so they usually follow each other in the night to not get lost, but Francisco can confuse any tall gray thing as Spencer

Aslo, @bruhstation Spencer infiltrated

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Emmaaa❤️❤️ may I request a headcanon where the easy boys fell in love with a shy reader? Maybe with Bull, Tab, Luz, Speirs Babe and Malarkey? Thank you❤️ love you

Aaahhh Fran my dear, what a great way to start off my birthday week tysm for sending one in💓

Bull Randleman:

Bull is super protective of you, always has been.

He got 10 million times more protective when he realises he's head over ass in love with you.

He's always there, always got your back no matter what.

He likes that you're most comfortable when you're with him, makes him feel like he's special.

When he was stuck in that barn in Holland, separated from everyone, thinking about you was the only thing that kept his strength up.

Its then he decides he has to tell you how he feels.

He's pretty direct about it, he doesn't want to beat around the bush with this.

"Look darlin', I ain't gonna mess around here, because to be completely honest I'm head over heels in love with you."

You get all blushy and stuttery and he thinks it's probably the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

He can tell you're flustered, so he grabs your cheeks in his hands and rubs his thumbs over them gently.

"Can I kiss ya darlin'?" He asks softly

You can't even speak you're so surprised, so you nod and he leans in and kisses you slowly, not wanting to rush anything and ruin the perfect moment.

"Hell Bull," you giggle, "I've been hoping you'd say something for ages."

"And why didn't you say anything, huh?" He laughed.

"Because I was too scared you'd turn me down."

"Well," he sighed, kissing your forehead, "I just can't quite believe I ever gave you the impression I'd turn you down. Guess I'll just have to prove to you how much I love you from now on."

Floyd Talbert

Tab is a total flirt

He's all cheesy pickup likes at first and they make you blush like hell but you'll never give him the satisfaction of laughing at them because they're so ridiculous.

But he takes your blushing as encouragement so he keeps going for weeks until eventually he gets a giggle out of you and it makes all his efforts worthwhile because you have the most lovely laugh.

After that you start getting to know each other a little better, and you start to get closer.

He's delighted when you start to open up and share more with him.

It kind of hits him like a slap in the face that shit, he's in love love you.

He's a total softie with you

He's quite subtle about it at first. He does small nice things for you; makes you coffee, gives you half his k ration when supplies are low.

He's surprisingly reluctant to profess his feelings for you. He thinks there's no way you'll see him as anything other than a friend.

Chuck tells him he's an idiot, that you've clearly got feelings for him too and be should just tell you already.

So he does...in the most muddled way possible. It all kinda comes out like word vomit.

"So-I-Just-wanna-tell-you-I-think-you're-wonderful-and-I'm-a-little-bit-in-love-with-you."

You're dumbfounded, and you can't quite comprehend what he's just said.

"Wait," you whisper, "are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah," he laughs, "I've kinda got it really bad for you."

You giggle and blush like hell, and he grins like an idiot because he loves that giggle so much

"How about I take you out for dinner sometime?" He asks cheekily, and his grin widens when you blush harder and agree to go.

He saunters over to you and plants a quick kiss on your lips, before putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you off, pointedly ignoring Chucks wolf whistles when the two of you walk past him.

George Luz

George is the biggest flirt around, and he makes no secret in the fact he likes you.

He goes out of his way to compliment you; tells you that you make Rita Hayworth look plain, that you make sunshine look dull.

The more he makes you blush, the harder he tries. He knows he can crack your shy shell and find the gem underneath.

He's a big fan of cheesy movie quotes, which you adamantly refuse to indulge him with, but he keeps trying nonetheless.

He's tried them all, so he decides this time to pull out all the stops and be as direct about his feelings as possible.

"See that's what's wrong with you," he starts smoothly, "you should be kissed, and often. And by someone who knows how."

He pauses for a second to judge your reaction, and when he sees you smiling he sweeps you into a dramatic dip and kisses you passionately, Clarke Gable style.

He quite literally swept you off your feet, and he knows it too.

Once he knows he's successfully gotten your attention for real, he softens. He dials down the flamboyant flirting and instead he just talks to you and gets to know you for real.

He loves to cuddle you in close and have whispered conversations for hours.

He's very affectionate too, always has to be holding your hand or have his arm around you.

He brings you out of your shell, his enthusiasm and fun nature is so infectious you can't help but be swept up by it and join in on the fun.

Ronald Speirs

Ron is incredibly different when he's with you, much to everyone's surprise.

He laughs with you, like....a lot.

At first you were very cautious with him. You'd heard the stories and weren't too sure what to make of him.

But when you get to know him you realise that he is totally different to what everyone said.

You found that he is really easy to talk to, and he has a wicked sense of humour.

He liked that you were a bit more quiet than others, it made you much easier for him to talk to.

He tells the most brilliant stories, and the two of you usually end up talking for hours about all sorts; history, movies, music, anything and everything.

Its obvious to everyone but you that he has feelings for you.

He thinks you must surely know, that it was completely obvious he'd fallen in love with you. I mean he spends all his free time with you, and he never talks to anyone else the way he does with you.

Lipton eventually realises that no, you don't actually have a clue how Speirs feels about you, so he tells him that you're oblivious.

Naturally Speirs is all action and matter of fact, so he decides to just tell you how he feels and see what happens.

He's kinda nervous despite outward appearances, but he'd never admit it to himself or anyone else.

So he literally just comes out and says it one day; no frills, no fuss.

You're disarmed by his straightforwardness. You'd hoped that he might return your feelings but you'd thought there was no way.

You've never seen him smile brighter than when you told him you returned his feelings.

He wasted no time after that; he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in to a passionate kiss, his other hand cupping your jaw.

Everyone was delighted you'd mellowed out ole Sparky a little, but of course nobody was brave enough to say it out loud in case he found out.

Babe Heffron

Babe....is a bit of a mess around you.

He tries to act all cool and smooth, but he's really a total disaster because he's so distracted staring at you.

When you first start getting to know each other he does most of the talking. He's nervous as hell around you so his mouth just keeps going.

Lucky for him though you find it endearing, and it helps you feel more comfortable with him so you start to open up too.

After that he prefers to listen instead of talk, because he's fascinated by everything you tell him.

You're two peas in a pod, and everyone thinks you're a miracle worker because you've managed to get Babe to stop talking for 5 minutes.

Its clear to everyone that the guy is totally in love with you, they're just waiting for him to do something about it.

So of course Bill is the one to tell him to get his act together.

"Get your goddamn head out of your ass Babe and stop acting like a lovesick puppy. Go tell her you love her and get the goddamn girl."

It takes him awhile, and he really has to gear himself up to do it. He's attempted to say it so many times but he keeps chickening out.

One night you two are hanging out just the two of you and he manages to get it out.

He stutters like hell, but you think it's seriously adorable, and you're grinning like an idiot by the time he's finished.

"Well, don't leave me hanging," he says nervously, "do you feel the same or...?"

You say nothing, instead leaning towards him and kissing him sweetly.

You're both blushing like two cherry tomatoes, but you're smiling so much your cheeks hurt.

Then you're even more inseparable. Bill thinks you're joined at the hip or something.

You're really cute together though, always holding hands or cuddled up.

What you don't see is that Babe rarely takes his eyes off of you, and he still looks like a lovesick puppy but honestly he couldn't care less.

Don Malarkey

Don tries to act all cool when the boys are around, but when he's alone with you he's much quieter.

It's those quiet moments alone together that you enjoy the most.

He's a great listener, and he has a gentle way of pushing you to open up and be yourself with him.

You guys grow close pretty quickly, and start spending more and more time together.

He finds himself getting lost in conversations with you, and getting distracted staring at you.

He realises one day when you're telling a funny story about your childhood and he hears your wonderful laugh that he's totally in love with you.

He doesn't say anything for awhile, thinking it all over. He contemplates if he should even tell you or not because there's a chance you'll laugh I'm his face and tell him no way in hell.

Eventually he decides to screw it and just tell you. But he's not gonna just come out and say it, he's gotta do some kinda gesture. But nothing too overly dramatic because you wouldn't like that.

So he turns up to meet you with a bunch of flowers he picked himself, and he's been trying to fix his hair for the last goddamn half hour.

He's got a speech prepared and everything, but he's pretty sure he's forgotten half of it.

"Look I...I don't know if you feel the same or anything but...I just want you to know that I am head over heels in love with you. And I don't expect you to return the feelings or anything but I'm hoping you'll give me a chance."

You could tell he was nervous about the whole thing, and it was quite possibly the most endearing thing you'd ever seen in your life.

You took the flowers from him and placed them on a side table quickly before jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.

"Woah," he chuckles, "I'm taking this as a good sign then."

You pulled back your head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes happily, nodding your agreement.

He eyes crinkled when he smiles and he leans in, pressing his lips against yours firmly.

Its clear to everyone how perfect you are for each other; you calm his wilder side and he brings out your more outgoing side.

Well there you have it! Hope you all like it and ilysm Fran thanks so much for such a fun request to kick off the birthday week fun💕

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @geniedocroe @generousdreamlanddestiny @sunsetmando @cagzzz107 @howunexpectedlyso @alejodi0nysus @sunflowerchuck

[alengmae]

Every Story Is Us (CH 5)

(AN: I was convinced by Jess to post this here. IDK why Jess but you work in mysterious ways. To read this in AO3 and my other drabbles, visit here.)

“What you seek is seeking you.”

~Rumi

Penelope choked on her the tiny sip of wine she took. She started coughing but her date carried on like nothing was amiss.

“Yeah, you remind me so much of her. You should meet Mother. I just know she will love you,” he gushed further. He gave her an expectant grin.

She gaped at him in astonishment. They literally just sat down not fifteen minutes ago, yet he was already talking about her meeting his mother on their first date. She knew it was a bad idea to trust Eloise and Fran’s idea. Tinder dates were really not her style. And, based on her first date, she felt vindicated.

She was about to set the record straight when the server came to their table and took their order. She opened her mouth to speak but her date was a lot faster.

“She’ll have the Steak Diane. You don’t mind me ordering for you, right?” he asked as he turned to her.

Penelope was too dumbfounded to respond. He was hitting all her red flags and he was completely oblivious to her irritation, which was awfully apparent since the server’s professional smile turned into a wince. She only raised her glass of wine to the server, who understood immediately her need for more booze. If the server were considerate, she would bring an entire bottle for her.

“Oh and separate bill,” he added before explaining to her with a hint of condescension, “I like to go Dutch on the first date. You don’t mind, do you? Of course you don’t!”

Honestly, she didn’t mind at all. If anything, she would have insisted on it. She felt that he was the type to lord it over after dinner, expecting for something in return. But the way he went on another tangent about his mother, she just knew she was not going to last the appetizer course.

She cursed Eloise and Fran heavily in her head. They insisted she try out the app and look where it got her. She should have followed Daphne’s instructions, to never get caught up in her younger sisters’ shenanigans. As she listened to her date drone on and on, one thing became clear in her mind. She needed new friends.

Nay, better friends.

She just moved from Ireland to London for work. And she met Eloise, a fellow teacher, not too long ago and they clicked immediately. Soon, she was invited to all their brunches and dinners. She fell in love with her family instantly, all eight of them. Although, there was a Bridgerton brother she has not met yet. Seemingly, that Bridgerton was off traveling the world and was on a lengthy tour this time around. And, if he was anything like his siblings, she knew she would come to love him too. But, right now, that love she felt for all things Bridgerton started to wane. She said she didn’t want a date but no, Eloise and Fran had to drag her kicking and screaming into one.

She was pulled out of her reverie when her date grasped her hand. He gently caressed her with his clammy hand and she nearly shivered from disgust because why was his hand so wet?

“I just knew as soon as I saw your picture you’d be the one. Even mother said you’d be a good wife with your wide-set hips,” he beamed at her.

“Oh my god,” she gasped out loud. She tugged her hand back and excused herself to the restroom. She needed to get out of this date. Never in her life had she felt so uncomfortable. She frantically dialed Eloise to come save her but there was no reception at all. Her annoyance reached an all-time high. Was there a fucking signal blocker installed in this facility? She lingered outside the restroom, hidden by the stately plants decorating the restaurant, and repeatedly scrolled through her phone for a miracle. She was close to screaming in frustration.

It was then she felt a finger lightly poke her back. She swiveled around and saw the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He was exactly her type: tall, dark and handsome. He was incredibly fit, and wearing clothes that highlighted his muscular body. He had on a sympathetic smile and lips that were begging to be kissed. Well, hello there. Maybe his attractiveness short-circuited her brain because she just stood there gaping at him like an idiot.

“Sorry,” he modestly started, “I couldn’t help but notice. Are you alright?”

Penelope nodded, heat spreading on her cheeks. She must have looked like a mad woman, pacing to and fro in front of the restroom. She smiled weakly at him.

“Are you sure?” He glanced in the direction of her date and she grimaced. Her date was openly picking his nose in public at the moment. Penelope had to close her eyes in an effort not to shudder in repugnance. “Anne told me you might need saving.”

She perked up at the name of her server. She might have found her salvation after all. “I…actually, I might,” she bashfully admitted. “I need rescuing from my date. It’s a Tinder date.” She felt the need to explain why. Obviously, this handsome man in front of her probably think she was crazy for going on this date in the first place. And, just in case he might be interested, she wanted to make herself appear saner.

“No worries. I’m your guy,” he reassured her. When he grinned at her, she swore it went straight between her legs. The pull of her attraction to him was insanely intense. She had never felt anything like this before with other men.

“Colin, by the way,” he held out his hand, which she met coyly. “Penelope.”

She marveled at how long his fingers were compared to hers, how rough his skin was against hers and how dry his hands was compared to her date. Her mind started to wander to more wanton thoughts as he shook her hand. His fingers should be illegal, she mused. When he let go, she already mourned the loss of contact.

“Alright, Penelope. I’ll be your knight in shining armor tonight,” he stated excitedly.

Ugh, and he’s charming too? How the hell was he real?

He urged her back to her date without a game plan, only a wink. She got too pre-occupied with said wink to even ask about how he planned on rescuing her. She reluctantly sat down across her date again.

“You sure took your time there,” her date stated said evenly. “I hate waiting. Be more prudent next time.”

She almost threw the basket of breadsticks to his face. Colin better come right away or else, she will stab the man in front of her in the eye with a breadstick. Before she could openly berate him, Colin marched to their table purposefully. He stopped with a loud dramatic gasp.

“Penelope, how could you?” he bellowed scandalously. “After ten years of marriage, this is what you’re doing?”

“What the fuck…” she mumbled in shock at his theatrical display. Her date appeared to be equally confused at the scene in front of them.

“And you left Colin Jr at home by himself to meet up with this man?” Colin continued his melodrama without pausing. “What does he have that I don’t?”

“Wait, you have a kid?” her date’s furious question jerked her from her bewilderment.

“I-“

“I thought you were a virgin!” he cut her off, for the nth time this night.

“That’s where you draw the line? Me not being a virgin?” her incredulous voice was shrill in affront.

Even Colin stopped with his dramatics with a revolted, “Dude.”

Thankfully, this was the moment her date decided to storm out. “Mother was right, after all. Never trust anyone from the internet,” he spat at her before he left.

Penelope hissed back, “It goes both ways!” She clutched her wine glass and chugged the contents in one go.

Colin took her date’s seat and stared at her, eyes twinkling in amusement.

She glared at him. “And you, Colin Jr really?” she asked with a huff.

“I got carried away. You should have seen your face!” He laughed out loud. But she had a sneaking suspicion that he planned it all from the start. She supposed, once that her outrage had passed, it was hilarious. She started giggling with him.

He was about to stand when the food came out, along with a bottle of wine. Penelope stopped him from leaving. “It’s a shame to waste all these food I’d end up paying for. And really want to thank you for saving me from that horrible date.”

He appeared hesitate so she added further, “After ten years of marriage, this is the least I could do.”

He laughed out loud again. It definitely was her libido acting up because she felt herself swoon slightly to his baritone laughter. She found herself wondering if he had a Tinder account. He gestured for her to pick which plate was hers. She gratefully took her previous date’s salmon dish and pushed the steak towards him. They ate, happily chatting about everything under the sun. He regaled her with stories of his vast travels, one story similarly exciting as the next. She offered her childhood tales from her Irish motherland. He started talking about his work, and how he just came back from Morocco after missing his boisterous family. And she started opening up about her insecurity of being in an unfamiliar country all by herself. He held her hand in consolation as she admitted succumbing to homesickness sometimes. He comforted her by recounting comical anecdotes from his travels.

If she was awestruck by his good-looks, she was even more enamored by his wit and sense of humor. He made her laugh so hard but he also made her think. There was nothing sexier than a sharp intellect. He was becoming more dangerous to her as more times passed.

They stayed together until it was closing time. And she barely noticed the passage of time. It wasn’t until Anne cleared her throat in front of them that they noted that they were the only patrons in the restaurant left. She awkwardly asked for the cheque but Colin stopped her.

“This one’s on me, Anne.”

Their server nodded and bid them a good night before leaving.

“What? Wait, Anne!” She tried stopping her but her pleas fell on deaf ears. “I was supposed to treat you,” she grumbled lightly to Colin.

He shrugged. “How can I ask the mother of my child, Colin Jr, to pay for our date?”

She paused, blushing profusely. “Even if she dared to date someone else tonight?” she teased playfully.

He leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Even when she tried to date someone else tonight. And might I add, she looks absolutely lovely tonight.”

Smooth like fucking butter. Her face must be red as a tomato right now, she reckoned. “Well, Colin Jr’s dad is not bad looking either.”

He beamed at her. She wanted to look away because he was too beautiful, it’s just not right. But he gently grasped her hand and asked softly, “Can I have your number? I really liked our time together and I really like you.”

“I like you too,” she replied, breathless.

He started leaning towards her, eyes locked on her lips. She did the same, magnetically slanting her body closer to his. Just when they were a fraction of an inch away, the kitchen door busted open with Anne bustling out.

“Boss, do you want-oops! My bad!” She retreated as fast as she came.

Damn it, Anne! Her scowl must have been a sight since he started chortling. He kissed the back of her hand reverently after to assuage her.

“Wait, she said boss?”

It was his turn to be sheepish. “I own this place.”

She blinked. That explained his intervention. “I clearly chose the wrong place to cheat on Colin Jr’s father.”

“I don’t know. I thought you were at the perfect place and time. I think I’m plenty lucky tonight,” he said sincerely.

She didn’t think she should voice out that if he kept on being sweet like that, he will get even luckier tonight. She only replied, “I’m glad.”

She exchanged numbers with him eagerly before bidding him a good night. But before she could step out from the restaurant, he gathered her in his arms and crashed his lips against hers. And it was magic and satisfaction and bliss and release all rolled into one. She clung to him, desperate against the tide of overwhelming emotions. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she was completely swept away. It felt as if she would come undone with just a flick of his tongue. When they broke apart, they were gasping for air and sporting giddy grins.

“Good night, Colin,” she called out sweetly.

“Good night, Penelope.”

She didn’t sleep at all that night. The butterflies in her stomach were too flighty. And her excitement could not be abated, even as she knew she was attending a Bridgerton brunch the next day. She was groggy when she came in but a smile could not seem to leave her face.

Eloise pulled her aside to interrogate her about her Tinder date last night but the flurry of excitement filled the room. Everyone was enthusiastic for some reason. “The long lost Bridgerton is finally coming home. The prodigal son has returned,” Eloise said wryly. But Penelope detected her friend’s delight beneath all the sarcasm.

“Oh, that’s good,” she could not help but mirror her friend’s pleasant demeanor. She was already riding the high from last night. Another cause for celebration was just the cherry on top.

“Yeah, apparently he came back yesterday from Morocco in secret so he could surprise us. But Hyacinth still can’t keep her trap shut, ruining the surprise.”

“Morocco?”

It was then that she heard a familiar voice bellow out his greetings. She whipped her head fast and her eyes met his across the room. It was cliché but she would swear to anyone who would listen that at that moment, time slowed down. When their eyes met, it felt like nothing else mattered. And her heart leapt in anticipation as he crossed the sea of people to meet her.

“Penelope?”

“Colin.”

“You two know each other?” Eloise asked, awed.

She smiled brightly, eyes locked onto Colin. “Of course! We’ve been married, what…ten years now?”

He snickered harder upon seeing everyone’s bewildered faces. “Colin Jr missed you last night.”

Eloise interrupted again, “Is he talking about his dick?”

Penelope chose to ignore her friend now that Colin intertwined his hand with hers. “Did he now? I should go visit him some time.”

“I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic with your visit.”

“So how does tonight sound?” she asked, playful in her inquiry but nervous with his answer.

He kissed the back of her hand sweetly. “Perfect. I know a place. They serve the best Steak Diane.”

She laughed.

[franeridart]

what program/brushes do you use for your art? it's so damn pretty

Easy Paint tool SAI and the default pen/brush/marker tools, mostly! and thank you!!! ;^;

Anon said:When I was a kid I would've had a crush on Akane

HECK that’s such a compliment!! Thank you!!!

Anon said:Couldn't Akane technically Control/move Kiri's hair since it's dyed? I mean it's like his hair is stained meaning it's not alive! so Akane finally warms up to him and messes with him or plays with his hair?

She can and she did! I drew her doing just that both in the first and in the fourth thing I posted about her! :D

Anon said:okay i don't know if this is coming through but i have just looked through your entire blog(can only go 4 years back) and let me just say you are wonderful, I absoluty LOVE how you paint/draw like its sooo pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi i cant describe it, (part 1) || like you are wonderful, I absolutely LOVE how you paint/draw like it's so pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi I can't describe it like it's absolutely Fabulous, Stunning, Amazing, Lovely and it looks so smoooooth like what????how??But anyways love your art and love you keep being Amazing! (part 2)

AH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! This is such a sweet ask to get TT^TT (and you can only go 4 years back because the blog is 4 years old! Can’t believe you actually went through it all!!)

Anon said:I really love your art style and your comics are so cute and I love how you draw older Bakugou and Kirishima!! It’s all so wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with everyone!

Oh man thank you!! ;;; I’m so happy yo know you like them!!!!!! TTOTT

Anon said:the level of FLUFF and KOOKIENESS and SOFT and MARSHMALLOW and MY HEART CAN'T TOOK THIS IS is so much I could die.

PLEASE DON’T DIE I LOVE YOU !!!!! 

Anon said:I love everything about Akane's au. Her, her interactions with Bakugou, how she dislikes Kirishima but is beginning to warm up to him, the boys' aged-up designs. Everything. It's all amazing. Thank you for bringing it into my life!

Nggghhhhhhhh no anon thank you for liking her!!!!

Anon said:Currently procrastinating on my essay to go through your blog because it de-stresses me and I love your art so much like seriously h e l p

GAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! /////

Anon said:There's something I'm not understand in your AU children kiribaku. She adopted by bakugo or she is a kid bakugou have with someone. ( I'm really really sorry for my English )

Adopted!

Anon said:Your comics are so cute and funny! I'm loving the story with Akane, the last update was great! I really like the way you draw the characters, like your style is so nice. Thanks for making my day better with your art!

G o d thank you So Much!!!!!!

Anon said:Akane is adorable, and I absolutely love the comics that you upload of her, but also on top of that your mohawk Bakugo has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and brought me back from the dead at LEAST twice.

I’M REAL GLAD TO HEAR THAT because mohawk Bakugou owns my whole soul and it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that hahaha

Anon said:What are some ways Akane messes with Kiri (or used to) when he wears red clothes? Does she often do that? Does she do it when Baku's not home, or when he is so that she can hammer in just how much she dislikes Kiri? Has she ever done anything major that caused her to be really reprimanded by Baku, but being the best person in the world Kiri did not get angry?

She really only ever gets pissy (or used to! they’re starting to get along better !!!) at Kiri when she feels jealous for whatever reason, and that doesn’t happen as often as it seems through my doodles, so it’s not like she’s always antagonistic towards him! Mostly she just ignores him, so no, it doesn’t happen often at all! And she’s never gone further than messing his hair up or tugging a bit at his clothes, since she doesn’t have the strength to move Kiri all that much haha the only reason she managed to have him fall the first time was because he was balancing already, but generally Kiri weighs way too much for her to move him around or pull at the red stuff he’s wearing enough for him to notice it all that much 

anyway, Baku never reprimended her for it - not more than he did in the first comic I posted with them, at least, specifically because the damage she can make is so minor that Kiri and Baku barely consider it something to tell her off for... if she were ever to act that way towards someone she might actually hurt (say, a kid her own age) then Baku might reprimend her more seriously, but as long as she’s just tugging at Kiri’s clothes they don’t see it as anything worth fighting her over :D

Anon said:Just sent an ask, so forgive me for this one, but I'd love to get this straight: in the Akane AU Kiri and Baku graduated and share an apartment, are madly into each other, but they neither has made a move on the other yet? Perhaps that should be sad, but it's 100% adorable.

I know I shouldn’t say this as I made the au myself, but I find the arrangement pretty dang adorable too haha they act like a married couple anyway, so it’s like... pining while the rest of the world already considers them an item? and the pining is mostly about stuff like ahhhh I wanna tell him I love him or ahhhhhh god I wanna kiss him, but then they’ll fall asleep on the couch together or hold hands just for the hell of it or cook for each other or make plans that always involve each other and all in all act as each other’s partner, so it’s mostly just like *Kaminari voice* “God these oblivious idiots” hahaha

Anon said:That latest Akane comic melted my heart like you often do. Though for a moment, I expected Eijirou to say "I don't want Katsuki to be my dad, I want him to be my daddy" XD Though that would not sound like him. Props for his adorable interactions with Scarlet Death Queen Witch.

Anon you don’t get it that’s exactly why I had him say “be his son” instead of “be my dad” LMAO it was like, a conscious wording decision hahaha thank you so much for liking my girl, btw!!!

Anon said:Fran! I was just wondering if you would be willing to post your Demon Kiri and Angel Baku art on Redbubble? I'd love to buy a print of it!! Totally understand if not. Also your newer Akane comics are killing me, they're so damn cute!! So yeah love you and your beautiful art! Hope you have an awesome year!!

I CAN TRY I think I did try last time I updated my rb? But the format of the pic made it hard to use it for a lot of things so I gave up??? I can try again tho!!! Thank you for being interested in buying it!!! And thank you for liking Akane too!!!!!

Anon said:is katsuki and kirishima not together in the adopted child comics or is there gonna be a plot to them getting together? 👀

I’m not really writing anything cohesive for it so I wouldn’t call it a plot point, but yeh they still aren’t together! And I wanna have them get to the point in which they are together!!! :D

Anon said:I'm gonna die why do you do this with your adorable art my god

PLEASE!!!!! DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Your Akane + KiriBaku comics are adorable and I love the relationships that exist between them. I can't wait to see more of them!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!! I hope I won’t disappoint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art so much!! Especially the little Akane au (so freaking cute!!!!). Random question: if you’ve ever seen Lucifer, who do you think would fit his character? Have an awesome day!

I haven’t seen it, sorry :((( but thank you for liking my girl!!!!!!

Anon said:I apologize if this has already been thought of but i feel as though when akane gets older and if she decides to be a hero, part of her costume could include useful red objects mayhaps?? Such as a shield or daggers or handcuffs so if there’s a lack of red around her she isn’t in a complete ditch. But i love your work sm ahhh💕💕

Yes!!! That’s the plan!!!!! I don’t think I’ll ever draw a teen version of her character but I MIGHT mention this idea in the current timeline, I like the idea so much TT^TT

Anon said:Hey there, I am absolutely obsessed with Akane like I love her so much wow but anyways I was wondering if you've ever drawn tododeku/ will in the future?

Thank you!!!! And I have drawn them in the past (under my tododeku tag!) and I might draw them again in the future, though currently I’m in a pretty big izu//ocha mood so I dunno when that will happen!

Anon said:I love your art so much like??? Help???

THANK YOU TTATT

Anon said:Y'know it could be gayer c'mon

This ask has been in my inbox for 17 days and I still don’t know what it means ??? but I laughed a lot when I got it so thank you anon and yes, definitely, everything could always be gayer that’s just how the world goes

Anon said:I swear you drew an older version of the krbk kids and it wasn't a fever dream I'm currently frantically searching through your blog rn help

I DID that post is CURSED anon, you can look it up through any of the tags I used to tag it and it won’t show up it won’t and I don’t know why!! I always lose it exactly because of this reason I have zero idea why it does this but??? okay I guess???????????

anyway if you still want it it’s here

Anon said:If Akane can control red things, does she low-key also have control over things that are pink and orange depending on how reddish in hue they are? I love her btw. Such a smol bean who could probably kick my ass!

What a good question you got there!! She has control over everything that has a color that falls in the red wavelength of the visible spectrum - that does include certain tones of pink and certain tones of orange, but there’s a point where orange gets too yellow or pink gets too white that her powers stop working. As long as the red in the color is more than any other hue, though, her powers work! 

Anon said: im just imagining if baku takes akane with him when he is going to work and is there with kiri and akane help kiri with his hair bc she is suffering when he tries to style it himself

Once they start getting along better Akane and Kiri actually start helping each other with their hair! They’re both very particular about it so they understand each other as far as that topic goes haha

Anon said:Hi I just wanted to say I’m really enjoying what you are doing in your latest drawing. The contrast with the thick sketchy lines and the thinner crisp ones and the spaces that have no defined line! It’s cool to see you experiment with your line work while staying true to your natural style! Sorry if this came off weird but I love seeing talented artists try pushing the boundaries of their style it’s really visually/conceptually interesting! :)

AH MAN thank you so much I’m so happy to know you like that tool TT^TT it’s really super comfy to use, so it’s nice to know someone finds it visually appealing too!!! thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Is there any chance you could make a masterpost of the aus you do? It's a lot to scroll down to the beginning of a concept u have sometimes and it can be unclear when they start

They all have a tag they’re under, tho? If I’ve made more than one post about them! I have so many AUs going around that making a masterpost with all of them is a bit... mostly so since I don’t know for how many I’ll actually go back on! But if the tags don’t really work for you (generally the link is gonna look like https://franeridart.tumblr.com/tagged/[here goes the tag]/chrono to have it in chronological order) then I can try? I can’t promise I’ll find a comfortable way to do this, tho orz sorry!

Anon said:This might be an odd ask but does Akane like Jirou? I feel like they would get along really well. And how about her grandma Mitsuki? Since she takes after Katsu who takes after her, they could make an adorably angry trio

She hasn’t spent much time with Jirou yet so right now she’s mostly meh about her (though right now she only actually likes Bakugou, and she’s warming up to Kiri, but that’s about it). She doesn’t mind Mitsuki, but she hasn’t spent too long with her either! She yells a bit too much at her dad tho, which Akane isn’t particularly fond of (protective bean that she is, she doesn’t get that that’s just their way of communicating just yet), so out of her grandparents she prefers Masaru, after all~

[gukiex]

Day & Night - ch 1

Genre: Angst, AU, eventual smut and dare is say specks of fluff.

Pairing: BadBoy!Yoongi x Fran, ChildhoodCrush!Jimin x Fran

Count: 3311 words

Summary: She was the girl everyone wanted, people would stop in their tracks when she would pass by, she wasn’t oblivious to the desire that radiated from men who wanted her and women who wanted to be her. Even with her wealth and title she still felt like she wasn’t truly living, so when he moves back home and brings back an unexpected friend, her already fragile world would surely fold in on itself, creating a chaos even her pure heart couldn’t handle.

   She walked with an undeniable amount of grace, her gentle steps smooth and delicate. It appeared as if she were gliding along with the soft wind that blew loose stands of platinum hair against her sun kissed face. Men stole glances but wouldn’t dare to stare, they knew better. This beautiful creature wasn’t only out of their league; she was out of their world.

She adored the attention, it made her feel even more beautiful than she knew she was. A beauty like hers could drive a man to insanity and whomever she would chose to be with would be living with a curse and a blessing; a paradox love. 

And you would think, a beauty like this would surely be snatched up in the blink of an eye, right? But no, her loneliness loomed over her like a dark cloud awaiting to unleash it’s unwanted rain. Why?, you might be wondering? What’s stopping the most desired woman from being truly happy? You see, It all comes down to a distinct last name, loved by many but feared by all. A name that holds so much power and demands endless respect harbours a soul that wants nothing more than to be free. She isn’t you’re ordinary belle, she’s the daughter to a high standing man, a loving yet overly protective father who wants nothing, absolutely nothing but the best for his kin.

But he didn’t know that. And when he did, it didn’t stop him either.

“Miss.” A voice called out, smoother than silk. Her brows raised at the sound that appeared so foreign for it was rare to hear someone speak to her when she was out. A gentle palm was resting on her bare shoulder that only occupied a slender strap from her dress. She froze at the touch but used the rest of her will power to turn and look at whomever would be idiotic enough to touch, let alone speak to her in their life.

Her set of eyes attached to another’s and she swore she could feel herself slowing being drained of life.

“You dropped this.”

Even though her pulse was drowning out any sounds around her she still managed to hear his intoxicating voice over the booming sound of her rapid heart beat.

Her eyes casted down towards his hand that was holding out a piece of folded paper. She squinted as she tried to notice any familiarity but it wasn’t recognizable, not right away at least.

“Fran?” A voice called from a distance and panic striked in her eyes. She knew he saw it too but she couldn’t risk any extra seconds right now.

“U-uh, thanks.” Fran mumbled quickly and grasped the paper from his hand, turning and rushing away without hearing any refusal from the man who watched behind her

“Who was that?” Jin growled as she finally approached him.

“I don’t know, he handed me something I dropped. I didn’t even realize my purse was open, silly me.” Fran awkwardly giggles, moving to step in front of Jin’s curious gaze that was set on the male who was behind them. His stare was now placed on Fran who was acting oddly strange to him but he didn’t press any further, he knew that this was the least of her worries for the day.

“Wait - Jin, why exactly are you here?” She asked suddenly when she realized that today was supposed to be a personal day without any supervision.

“Your father sent me to collect you, let’s go.” He informed, turning and walking away without another word.

Fran stood worried, obviously unsure of what might lay ahead for her. Whenever her father requested her home it was never good. She took one step before remembering the foreign object that was held in her hand. She lifted her clenched fist and opened it to look at the paper that slightly crumbled in her grasp. She took it between her fingers and opened it hoping something familiar was inside to help her remember what it was, but there wasn’t.

It was a number, with one simple word written below it and her eyes widened as she saw it.

889-6754

Yoongi

  “Dad?” Fran called outside of her fathers office door after a brief knock.

“Come in.” His deep voice answered and she exhaled before turning the knob and slowly entering the room. He didn’t look up when she walked in and Fran gulped as her nerves began to increase.

“Sit.” He instructed with a stern tone and she did as she was told and plopped down onto the chair before him. Fran folded her palms and just as her head began to bow, preparing herself for whatever scolding she had to endure until his voice spoke again.

“You’re not in trouble Franny.” Her dads voice spoke calmly and her head snapped up to look at his face soft features staring right back.

“Oh?” She breathed out a sigh of relief and he smiled when she began to relax. “Than why did you get Jin to come bring me home?”

“I have something important to discuss with you.”

“Mhm?” She hummed growing curious as to what might be so important that it had to interrupt her personal day.

“The Park’s are back in town.”

Her eyes grew at this piece of information. The Park’s, a name she hadn’t heard in ages.They were once Fran’s neighbours, back when she was a much, much younger. Their family was quite close until Mr. Park’s wife passed away with cancer and soon after her death they moved away, making their best efforts to keep in touch for a while but it died off in the previous few years.

“We’re hosting a party here now that they’re moving back into their old residence in celebration for their return.”

Fran inhaled deeply.

That meant, the eldest son, Jimin would be in her house once again. After all of the years of no communication he was back and Fran wasn’t quite sure how to take it. Should she be happy about his return, he was her childhood crush after all. Or should she be upset, considering he hadn’t even called or sent a text after 7 years. But regardless, she knew that it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to spoil the night with mixed feelings about his return, so she pushed the thoughts to the side and returned back to the conversation.

“When?” She asked giving her father her full attention again.

“Tonight at 9.”

She almost choked on air

Tonight?! She thought silently, I figured I’d at least get a day to digest this, especially if I'd have to see him again. She mentally panicked but there was no arguing this decision with the man before her, if her father said tonight than it was happening tonight. No exceptions. She looked to the clock and it read 2pm, she had enough time to prepare for the evening and still get more stuff done. If she spent 2 more hours out and came back before 5 she’d still have plenty of time to prepare with no need to rush.

“Okay, I’ll be ready. Am I free to go?” She asked looking to her father who consumed himself in his work once again. He waved her off and she stood to her feet and exited the office with no delay.

Her driver took her back to the city so she could continue with her affairs and she even picked up a dress for later that night. When she finished she returned to the house, stealing a glance at the once unoccupied Park residence that now was hosting its previous owners. Cars parked in the driveway, 3 in total, one more than enough for the 2 men that would now be living in the property again and she wondered whom it might be that would be visiting them already. Shaking away her curious thoughts she focused only on looking her best later since it would be the first time seeing Jimin after so long. She wanted to prove that she wasn’t still the kid that he always thought of her to be. Their age only being 3 years apart but, her 20 and him now 23, she was a woman and she would show him that.

  ••

  “Miss. Francesca they’re waiting for you downstairs.” Her maid Nani called from outside her door. But she didn’t move. She stood frozen in front of her mirror, eyes raking over her appearance for the hundredth time in what might only have been 5 minutes. She normally wasn’t like this, she knew she was beautiful but the thought of Jimin seeing her for the first time as a full grown adult, a fully blossomed flower, she wasn’t sure what he would think for himself. Her self confidence was slowly decreasing by the minute as she stared at herself with so much intensity trying to see what he might see. Any bits of flaws he might detect or would he fall for her looks like most men did, appreciating her most admirable features.

She brushed a hand over her perfectly straightened hair, the once brunette colour bleached to a whitish blonde that Jimin had yet to see her with and also ran her palm down over her beige dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She was completely different than who she was before. The once petite girl with dark brown hair had filled out and died her long locks. She toyed with a strand of her bleached locks, wondering if he would approve of the change.

Fran turned from the mirror, realizing how ridiculous she was being over someone who might’ve forgotten she even existed. She pushed the exhausting thoughts to the side and rekindled the courage she normally had to exit the room and join the party that was now in full effect for 20 whole minutes. She could already hear her father scolding her for being late and regretted wasting so much time stressing about something that didn’t even truly matter.

Low music was heard from down the hall as voices filled the already buzzing atmosphere. The reality of the situation was creeping in with every step she took and her nerves she were bubbling back up to the surface but Fran used every ounce of inner strength to push them down.

With a long deep breath Fran pushed open the doors to the massive hall that would occupy the family’s closet and dearest friends.

After a few seconds Fran thought her arrival would go unnoticed until her wandering gaze settled on Jin who had been waiting for her to make her appearance, shooting her a warning stare at her tardiness. She sent an apologetic smile his away but he shook his head in disapproval.

Her eyes studied the group of estimated 30 people, the number being a lot more than she expected, all mingling and eating hor d'oeuvres when she saw him. Eye's bluging and jaw slacked as she watched his sip his drink causally. He was standing in a corner with a group of familiar faces, all chatting and laughing, enjoying each other's company.

  She felt dizzy.

  He was here.

  Why was he here?

  The man from the street.

  Yoongi.

  “Fran?” Her fathers voice spoke from behind her and she turned to see him standing with a very familiar man.

“Mr. Park!” She cooed when she realized whom it was. Joyed to see the man who was such a positive impact on her youth but she still couldn’t get over the fact that the guy, Yoongi whom approached her hours ago and gave her his number so confidently was now standing in her house, metres away. So many confused thoughts running through her mind but she put on her best smile, hiding her burning curiosity that swelled inside of her knowing the stranger was just in the other side of the room.

“Fran, You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman.” He greeted her before bringing her into a long hug. Fran always loved his hugs, he was a lot more affectionate with his kids than her father, the younger version of her always selfishly wishing he could be more like his friend because when he would hold her in his embrace, a warmth consumed that she barely received from her own blood. Mr. Park had a calmer, more carefree personality than her father, taking the girl under his wing many times as he began feeling sympathy for the kind girl who was sheltered away for majority of her youth.

“Thank you Mr. Park.”

“Have you seen Jimin yet?” He asked his eyes raking the crowd obviously looking for his son.

“No, I haven’t.” She answered but the presence of someone standing beside her dawned on her seconds later.

“Fran?” The voice spoke and she looked over to see a slightly taller but much more grown up version of the boy who stole her heart all those years ago standing directly next to her.

“J-Jimin.” She smiled up at him, her stomach in knots as she took in his manly features. His face a lot more slimmer, the chubby cheeks that filled filled his features chiseled down into prominent cheek bones, his once blackish brown hair died to a much softer brown. Toned arms showing through his rolled up black button-up shirt that was barely able to contain the bulging muscles. He used to be a scrawny boy but now he’d grown into the complete opposite and Fran found herself, once again, completely and utterly taken with him.

“You’ve changed so much.” Jimin commented and Fran wasn’t sure if he was complimenting her or not.

“Uh -” she trailed off only for him to flash his perfect teeth whilst placing his hand on her bare arm. She stiffened under his warm touch, he didn’t notice and yet something inside her wished he did.

“Let’s leave these old ones to mingle and head over to the real party to catch up, yeah?” Jimin suggested and before Fran could reply his hand slipped down her arm until fingers were laced together, the action causing Fran to feel an overwhelming sense of desire to pass out right then and there. He dragged her away without hesitation and lead them over to the area where she once saw Yoongi standing earlier. If her nerves were bad before they were surely ready to explode now but when they neared the group she finally was able to breathe when he was no where to be seen.

“Fran, you remember the guys right?” Jimin asked from beside her and she looked around at the familiar faces that she hadn’t seen since they’d graduated a few classes a head of her own.

“Fran? Where's the little cupcake?” Taehyung cooed, looking directly past the girl whom Jimin was introducing as he didn't recognize the woman before him. Fran giggled and gave a small wave and smile in his direction, allowing Taehyung's jumping gaze to settle onto her, his eyes bulging from his head at the sight of the not so nerdy Fran he was expecting to see. The last time any of Jimin’s old friends had seen her was 5 years ago when they graduated from her school. She was still a brunette than and her taste in style was quite lacking too.

“Wow -" Hoseok let out a long breath, eyes subtly checking out the new version of the girl he'd once been close with. "You look good Francesca, how have you been?” He asked after his orbs finished their approving sweep one last time. Unaffected by the blatant staring by not only Hoseok but Taehyung who's gobsmacked expression had yet to leave his face, Fran shrugged before replying, “I’ve been good. I just got back from visiting mom in Australia for a year not to long ago.” Conversation was always easy with Hoseok since he was the one who kept speaking with her the most after Jimin left. Even though she was always seen as the girl who followed them around as kids they still looked out for her and treated her kindly. She never really had friends growing up due to her inability to hold a conversation for long but the guys always made sure to watch out for her and she adored them for it.

“Australia? When did she move there?” Jimin asked curiously, he knew of her parents divorce but not that her mother moved to the other side of the world.

“A-about 3 years ago.” Fran answered hesitantly, still not able to speak to him without feeling like her heart was about to burst whenever he said something to her. She was starting to feel like an absolute fool, this inability to form a decent answer without sounding like she were in the cold with chattering teeth. The girl mentally face palmed herself, her old timid self shining through and it wasn’t helping her prove to Jimin that she had grown up like she wanted to.

“That must be awesome, Australia is such a cool place to live.” Taehyung said and received a nudge from Hoseok which cause Fran to chuckle.

“Oh, uh, I mean, that must suck due to the circumstance and all?” Taehyung stuttered not realizing how bad that sounded considering the divorce was what caused the move.

“It’s fine, I’m over it now so it doesn’t bother me anymore.” She informed and Taehyung raised his brow at Hoseok, silently proving his words were quite alright to say.

“Where’s Jungkook and Namjoon?” Fran asked noticing the missing members of the group.

“Probably huddled up together in their studio writing love songs about each other.” Taehyung mused finally regaining his ability to function and everyone laughed, Fran recalling how passionate the males were when it came to their music.

“What are we laughing about over here?” A familiar voice rang through her ears, sparking a feeling of recognition.

Yoongi.

Eyes were now planted on the young man perched beside Jimin, the new member giving the group a quizzical look as he took a drink from his glass.

Fran was the only one who stared longer than 5 seconds.

He was stunning. She finally got to look at him full on and he was absolutely breathtaking.

Blonde locks that were previously covered by a hat was now on display, the locks partically covering his eyes as they looked down upon her, the dyed strands framing his perfectly structured face, the colour on his paler complexion standing out shockingly, the contrast between the two shades was a beautiful combination. His dark orbs were sparkling and lips pulled into a warming smile were the shade of a ripe strawberry. His style was perfect for him, a black long sleeve shirt, washed out denim jeans hugging his toned thighs and faded black combat boots adjourning his feet, the simplicity of the outfit really bringing attention to his flawless featureless. He looked like a gift from heaven and she couldn’t help but silently accuse this man of being a lab project because he was undoubtably perfect.

Just when she thought Yoongi didn’t remember her the girls thoughts were shattered when his mouth parted to speak once again.

“Oh? It’s you again.” His voice brought her from her trance and soon all eyes were staring at the pair in question.

“You two know each other?” Jimin asked as he looked over at his friend with uncertainty.

“Not really, I ran into her at the shops this afternoon. But Cinderella ran away before I could even learn her name. Fran is it? Is that short for something?” He asked not even looking towards Jimin as he answered his question. His smirk was apparent as he watched the girl who was visibly in shock from his unexpected appearance at the party. Little did Fran know, she’d be seeing a lot of him than she could imagine.

“Francesca.” She spoke after a long silence and if it weren’t for the men being so quietly observant Yoongi probably would have never heard the name escape her lips.

“Hmm, I like that name. It suits you.” He complimented and Fran couldn’t control the hot flush that settled in her cheeks at his simple words.

She turned away embarrassed by the effect he had on her, today was not a normal day for the young woman. It’s not like she wasn’t used to hearing people compliment her, it happened all the time. But today was going all wrong. First Jimin, now Yoongi; Fran felt faint.

“Excuse me.” She rushed out before turning from the group, ignoring Jimin call after her in concern.

Rushing towards the bathroom she arrived within seconds and locked the door behind her, leaning her head against the wooden frame.

Her breathing was uneasy due to her rush to get away but she knew that her dash to safety wasn’t the cause of her sudden shortness of breath.

It was the intensity of his eyes. The sound of his voice and his intoxicating smile. Once again, the too familiar sense of feeling completely drained by the total stranger consumed her.

And this time Jimin wasn’t to blame.

A strong wave of embarrassment washed over her as she replayed her reaction from moments ago wondering how she could be so easily affected by a complete stranger? She absolutely hated it, cursing at herself for getting so flustered, she was an adult acting like total child.

  Only deep, deep down the blonde, who wouldn’t admit it to even god himself, secretly loved it at the same time.

    ••