#I love all their little habits when a camera turned in their direction

[javelinbk]

Everyone say hello and cheers to Pattie and George!

(it’s the same picture)

George Harrison and Pattie Boyd on the set of A Hard Day’s Night, March 1964

“On first impressions, John seemed more cynical and brash than the others, Ringo the most endearing, Paul was cute, and George, with velvet-brown eyes and dark chestnut hair, was the best-looking man I had ever seen. At a break for lunch, I found myself sitting next to him. Being close to him was electrifying,” she recalled.

As filming ended for the day and the train neared London, George turned to Pattie. “Will you marry me?” he asked. She laughed, unsure if he was being serious or not. After all, The Beatles had been joking around with the girls all day. When she didn’t respond, he continued: “Well, if you won’t marry me, will you have dinner with me tonight?”

The chance first meeting of Pattie Boyd and George Harrison

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take it

summary: aran breaking your bad habit

cw: smutttt

word count: 1.8k

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it was a calm saturday night. you and aran were chilling on the couch in your own little worlds. the tv flashing constantly with different images as he played call of duty. face deep in concentration as he and who you assumed to be osamu and atsumu all spoke to each other through his mic. “you keep saying ‘push push’ but when we push we fucking die nigga. we not listening t’you no more tsumu.”

you were paying him no mind, leaning on the armrest as you sat with your feet facing him. phone in hand while tiktok videos played out loud in the living room. while you were scrolling, your attention was moved to a notification on the top of your screen.

emoni💋

twitter.com

look at this shit LMFAOOO

a smile crept to your face as you watched the video your friend sent you, trying your best not to bust out laughing in the middle of the living room.

me

LMFAOOO that’s definitely what she said😭

you continued to scroll through your twitter feed, watching and reading the comments on different posts, eventually getting bored. you thought to yourself “might as well add more to my collection” before making the stupid decision of going into your bookmarks.

your pussy thumped repeatedly in your shorts as you continued to torture yourself with watching video after video on some random homemade porn account. videos of this woman getting her shit tore up left and right. letting her lover do whatever it was that he desired while on camera. in a way it reminded you of how aran would do you. when’s the last time y’all had sex anyway?

your phone was discarded on the armrest as you began to crawl your way to aran’s side of the couch. it was normal that you’d want to cuddle during times like these so he had no problem with you straddling his lap while he continued his game. “you tired?” he asked, but you ignored him. slowly grinding your soaked shorts onto his print. you kept your face in the crook of his neck to keep him from seeing how desperate you looked right now.

aran was just about finish playing his game anyways, mic muted as he laid his controller next to him. the game was still on the home screen since osamu wanted to take a break for some snacks and atsumu wanted to go roll up. aran’s large hands gripped your ass, rubbing and spreading it until he felt your pussy leaking through the shorts on his fingertips. you moved your hips faster to try to distract him, but he was quick. holding your hips still before whispering in your ear.

“easy baby. ian even do nun so why you so wet like this?” his deep voice rumbled through his chest as he awaited your reply. now where you going to really tell your boyfriend that you got horny from watching porn? absolutely not, so you lied. “jus love you so much” you whined, trying your best to get the slightest bit of friction as he continued to hold your hips. aran was very observant, sadly, and he could already tell you were watching porn just by how you kept rubbing your thighs together while looking through the videos on your phone.

you grabbing your earphones didn’t help either, obviously doing so because you didn’t want him to hear. the icing on the cake was your damn glasses. the reflection clear as day every time he glanced in your direction to check on you. he could see every position the man had his wife in. every slap he brought to her ass as well as every time you moved your thumb to add a video to your bookmarks. it was only a matter of time before you came to him so he can fix your little “problem”.

“i love you more, but why you lying t’me?” he lightly pulled your head back before leaning over to grab your phone from the armrest. your horny ass didn’t even turn it off, the video still playing over and over again as he brought the screen to your face. “horny lil thing” he mumbled before abruptly moving you off of him. while he started pulling his sweats down you got the memo to do the same. shorts discarded on the floor as you sat in nothing but his shirt. “this what you want right?” he groaned. large hand stroking his length to life. “y-yea”

“then take it.”

your body moved on its own, quickly straddling him again before lining him up with your entrance. pretty brown eyes slowly rolling back as you sunk down on top of him. inch by thick inch of his long dick rubbing fluently against your tight walls. “fuckk” you moaned as you bottomed out on him. aran watched each of your pretty face expressions, holding a light smirk as he waited for you to start bouncing. “cmon mama. this your dick”

you eagerly got started, bouncing your pretty ass up and down as you caressed the nape of his neck. aran picked up his controller, closing up the game before opening netflix and putting on a show. he knew eventually you’d get tired and ask for his help, but he had other things in mind tonight.

you weren’t a lazy lover, but it’s been brought to his attention that you’ve been a little spoiled lately. you never really did anything for long before you’re complaining bout how tired you were and how he needed to help you. whether it be riding him or throwing it back. aran was sick of this behavior since sometimes it’d be you coming to him begging for some dick then barely even working for it. just laying under him or letting him fuck you from the bottom. he wasn’t going to let that happen tonight though. if you wanted this dick he wasn’t going to just keep giving it to you how you wanted, you were going to have to take it on your own.

it was only about ten minutes into the show where your pace slowed down almost to a stop. hips grinding on him as you whined in his ear. “i-i can’t” “yea you can mama. you gon have to if you wanna cum cause ian helping” you moved your head from his neck, staring him in the eyes with a sad expression on your face. aran could tell you were asking “why?” without even having to hear you say it. “daddy’s tired, but you can do it on your own, right pretty? can make yourself feel good without my help”

you shook your head at this. aran knew your body like the back of his hand, dick always touching places in you that you didn’t even know where there. you knew how to ride him, but it was much different from when he would help you. and you’d get so tireddd. you didn’t have time for that, huffing as you replied to him. “s’not gonna be as good without your help. i cant-”

“sh sh sh. ion wanna hear nun. get that nut on your own.” he didn’t want to hear your excuse. hands lightly gripping and tapping your ass. you sighed, starting back up to a slow pace. ass clapping repeatedly on his thighs as he continued to watch the show as if you weren’t there.

after about ten minutes, your legs began to feel as if they were on fire, tears flooding your eyes as you cried over aran’s shoulder. “p-please baby, i can’t d-do it on my ownnn” your salty tears were wetting up the back of the couch as you were grinding your hips down in his dick. no more energy in your legs for you to keep bouncing. “please fuck me” voice small as your crying quieted down to just sniffles and hiccups. aran didn’t realize how much he’s spoiled you until now, but he didn’t care.

“keep bouncing ma” was all he said, brown eyes glued to the tv, paying you no mind as you started crying and whining again. “s’not fairrr.” you stopped your hips completely, seated on his dick fully as you gave him a defiant look. aran looked down at your petty action, smirking before sliding his hand to your neck. his palm pressed against your throat as he lightly began to squeeze it. the next thing you knew, your face was snatched closer to his, ear right by his mouth as he spoke deeply. “keep bouncing that ass on me princess. if you stop before i tell you to, we gon have a problem y’hear me?”

your pussy instantly began to soak on his dick. his words making butterflies go wild in your stomach as you felt him release your neck and place both of his palms back on your ass. caressing and skin before helping give you a few warmup bounces before letting you continue the action on your own. you kept your pace slow, trying to save energy so you didn’t tire yourself out quickly. he didn’t mind this, liking the feeling of your wet walls slowly gripping and moving against his dick. his tattooed hands rubbing all over your back and ass while he kept encouraging you to keep going.

“uhh huhh jus like that princess”

“see? s’not that hard is it?”

“making daddy feel so good right now”

the praises made things easier, ass bouncing a little harder as you quickened your pace. aran’s bored and uninterested act broken as you listened to him moan under you, hips stagnant as he let you take whatever you needed from him. you started moving your hips in circles as you kept bouncing, dick hitting your sweet spot as moans flew from your lips as well. “feel s-so good shittt” you moaned as your wetness began to trickle down his shaft. your were tired as hell, but you knew if you tried to stop you’d get in trouble. deciding to stay on his good side tonight and pushing yourself to bounce even harder.

aran’s head flew back, adams apple bared to you as he roughly bit his lip. just the sight of him made your pussy flutter, bringing you closer to your climax as you picked up your pace again. you bounced quickly, chasing your orgasm as aran’s grip on your ass tightened. “there you go ma. take what you need. love when you listen t’me” his words pushed you over the edge.

you gave him three more hard bounces before your pussy began leaking all over the cushion. body spasming as his dick was fully soaked. you breathed heavily, try to catch your breath over him before you moved to get off. his big rough palms stooped you. inked hands gripping tight on your thighs. “wha-”

“you not done yet pretty, help daddy cum next.”

[jyoongim]

Okay before I put in my request lemme just get this off my chest. I love anything you do with Al (my man my man my man)!!! Like you eat every single time and if anyone says others wise they’re hating idc. Don’t ever don’t your craft I’m so serious! Much love🫶🏾

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Now for my request could you do something with Alastor adjusting to his gf who’s from more modern times? I’d like to see that scary scrawny old man with a thick young lit bich. Both of them getting used to each others likes, habits, interests (he reads the paper while she scrolls on her phone, he hums old songs from his time when he’s getting ready for the day while she has or rnb playing on a speaker while she does her makeup, etc). Idk I like seeing opposites come together☺️

my man my man my man my man is right baby! Awwwwww thank you so much. Words cannot describe how this made me feel (giggling and blushing reading this) I LOVE YOU ❤️💕😘

Alastor didn’t know what attracted him to you. The two of you were complete opposites. From completely different eras.

Your attitude, style, language, hobbies all of it was so different from his time.

But he adored you nonetheless.

You used to think he was so old-fashioned. Not liking modern tech, reading the paper, cooking home cooked meals instead of takeout. Often confused when he spoke in riddles than actually being direct.

But the two of you made a cute pair.

For instance:

You were sitting at your vanity, makeup sprawled everywhere as your hiphop playlist played. You were recording a video or ‘going live’ as you put it. Alastor found himself liking the music you played as he got ready.

”who’s the old man?” He heard you say, a laugh bubbling from you as you broke out in giggles. He turned his head to see you give a sly smile in his direction before turning back to your camera.

”oh that fossil?” you chirped, giggling at the comments flooding your feed.

Another comment must have caught your attention because you snorted.

Alastor never understood your need to be on social media. To entertain others that weren’t him, but he let you be.

He was curious. What had you giggling so much?

You smiled as he appeared behind you, large lanky frame entering the camera frame. He wasn’t glitching.

”Dearest what’s got you so ticketed?”he asked, peering over your shoulder to look at the little words appear on your screen.

’why is an old man in the room with you?’

’HE BAGGED A BADDIE LIKE YOU? NO WAY!’

’definitely a sugar daddy’

’why you with that old man?’

He tilted his head, where they referring to him? His lip curled as he read the comments, looking at you for some context.

You giggled,wrapping an arm around his neck to rub his cheek against yours lovingly.

”yes yes this is MY man. Alastor tell everyone ‘hello’ ” he growled instead,giving your glossy lips a peck before walking back to finish getting ready.

You giggled, continuing to put your makeup on as you sang along to your music, eyes reading the comments on Alastor.

”I put this WAP on him y’all hahaha but no You know i looooove the way he treats me. Absolute princess treatment” you laughed. Alastor adjusted his bow tie on final time before turning his attention back to you

You had finished your makeup, standing up you showed your outfit of the day and made silly faces.

You leaned over your chair to read a comment

”He must be dicking you down real goodt” you read out loud and before you could respond your phone glitched out, ending your live.

You pouted, turning to Alastor “Al!”

He wrapped his lanky arms around your plush form, “such lewd comments” he said admiring your makeup.

Sometimes you catch yourself humming the songs he played as he cooked. You were NOT a cooker, so watching Alastor helped you figure out what went with what for when you actually attempted to cook.

”baby what’s that?” You asked as he pulled out multiple seasonings. He explained each seasoning, what the flavor did in different recipes and how to properly blend them so they weren’t so hard but a subtle taste. 

You weren’t too keen on his cannibalistic ways, but you loved to watch his process.

Angel and Husk often made snide comments about how you must be rubbing off on the old demon. 

“He did not use that slang right toots, what are you teaching him?”

You would shrug it off, thinking it was cute Alastor was picking up on your modern language.

Most days when the hotel wasn’t on fire, you and Alastor sat in bliss; him reading the newspaper as you asked him his opinion on random posts you saw as you scrolled on your phone.

Alastor loved to take you to lounges, not disgusting clubs you were so privy to. He thought you need to be exposed to ‘real music and dancing’. He would drag you to the dancefloor, pulling you in for a waltz or whatever old timey dance from his time.

While he didn’t mind the lustful sensation of your body rolling against his, he loved watching you trying to learn steps to old dances.

The way you flushed with embarrassment as you stepped on his toes as you tried to follow always made him laugh.

Alastor was not a fan of your attitude. You were sassy and always spoke your mind, not caring that he often spoke empty threats at you. You never cowered at him and always had to get the last word in. It really ticked him off, but it also made his chest swirl with lust when you never backed down from him.

Your arguments often led to the two of you fucking it out.

Him degrading you as you hiss insults at him, but purring as he pounded your pussy into the mattress.

The two of you were like puzzle pieces. You fit together perfectly, even if the picture looked odd.

The two of you wouldn’t have it any other way

[butler-trouble]

The Notebook - Austin Butler

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A/N: I know it’s been a while but I’m back! This is an idea that I’ve been thinking about for months so please enjoy! I know it’s very short but I have more ideas coming. I am so thankful for all of you and the love you guys show me! Once again, requests are always open on my page!

Rating: Anyone, only tooth rotting fluff

Warning(s): Super cute and fluffy, Austin being a cutie, reenactment of the notebook’s Ferris wheel scene

Prompt: After a long day of work on set, you find yourself on the ferris wheel awaiting for Austin to finish. When he comes back, Austin has a trick up his sleeve and re-enacts The Notebook ferris wheel scene.

Word Count: 1,097 - just a short little blurb

Tag list: @otherbluefae @shynovelist @kaitaesupremacy @kendralavon7

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"Aaaand cut!” Baz exclaimed.

Tom and Austin relaxed in their seats on the ferris wheel, awaiting further instructions from Baz. They had been shooting the carnival scenes for a few days and today was the final wrap with the ferris wheel scene.

Austin leaned back against the seat and spoke with Tom for a moment, his eyes catching yours amongst the camera crew. Your lips spread into a smile as your cheeks begin to flush pink, causing a crooked smile to appear on Austin’s lips.

You had been with Austin for almost two years and you two have been almost inseparable since. When the Elvis movie first came to fruition, you managed to get a job as part of the camera crew. As a camerawoman, you got to enjoy each scene and make sure Baz’s vision comes to fruition. It also helped that you got to see your handsome boyfriend everyday and in Elvis attire nonetheless.

“I think we’ve got everything we need for the day. Let’s meet back up here at 7 am and pick back up at this scene.” Baz said in satisfaction, dismissing all for the night.

Once Tom and Austin were lowered from the ferris wheel, Austin made his way towards you in anticipation. You had started shutting down the camera equipment as he came close.

“Hey, Aus,” You said sweetly as he approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist as your arms find their way around his neck.

“Hey, darlin’,” Austin said with that southern twang he had been studying for a while now. You let out a small giggle before placing a soft kiss on his lips, a low hun from Austin vibrating against your lips.

“I’ve been waiting all day for that,” He said with a cheesy smile, causing another giggle to rise from you. “You’re making me blush,” You whine softly as your cheeks began to turn a dark shade of pink. He pressed kisses against your heated cheeks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“I’m gonna go get changed and out of makeup, I’ll be back in a bit and we can head out,” You nodded at his words, pecking his lips once more before he disappeared to his dressing room. You spun around back towards the equipment, ensuring the equipment is ready for filming the next day.

People began to clear from the room, leaving you alone in the carnival set to wait for Austin. After looking around to ensure you’re alone, you step towards the scene and admire the work put into it. All the lights, the banners, the fake stalls, it all looked so beautiful.

As you approach the ferris wheel, Austin walked back towards the set in his casual clothing. In your admiration, you didn’t hear him walking towards you as you sat down onto the ferris wheel seat closest to the ground.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Austin asked, inching closer towards you. Your eyes snap towards his direction as you finally recognize his presence. “Hm?” You hummed as you cross your legs out of habit.

A grin slowly appeared from the corners of Austin’s plump lips, an idea forming in his mind. Instead of answering, he stepped towards the controls and pushed the button to start the ferris wheel.

In surprise, your eyes widen for a moment but you began to smile as you began to elevate into the air. Austin began running towards the ferris wheel, gripping his large hands onto the metal bars as he dangled from them. You let out a soft gasp before realizing what he was doing.

Austin pulled himself up into the seat, looking over at you with a wide grin. “I’m Austin, Austin Butler. It’s really nice to meet you,” He stuck his hand out, imitating Noah from The Notebook. You couldn’t help the grin that plastered onto your face, given that The Notebook is your favorite romance movie ever.

“I would really like to take you out,” He continued as the ferris wheel stopped close to the top, something they had programmed for the set. Following the scene, you don’t respond and just look into his eyes.

Before you know it, Austin jumps from his seat and grabs onto the pole above your head. He gripped the pole tightly as his legs dangle in the air, facing you. “Y/N will you go out with me?” He asked once more.

“What? No!” You respond as Allie would, the grin never escaping your lips. “Why not?” He asked, his grip remaining tight on the pole as he held himself up. His crystal blue eyes were focused on you in the seat.

“Because I don’t want to,” You respond in Allie’s stubborn tone, pretending to be shocked by his actions.

“Well, you leave me no other choice then,” He trailed off, his eyes flickering from you to the ground and back to you. In a moment, Austin drops one of his arms resulting in a small scream from you. He dangled from one arm, trying to fight the grin from appearing on his face as he looked into your eyes again.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time…” He trailed off, “Will you, or will you not, go out with me?” He started. “Goddamn my hand’s slippin’,” He stated, perfectly aligned to Noah as he pretends to slip.

You act in shock, flustered from such an act. “Okay, okay fine I’ll go out with you,” You reconcile, pretending like you don’t want to.

“Aw now don’t do me any favors,” He teases.

“No, no, I want to! Yes!” You exclaim back to him.

“Say it.” Austin instructed, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes. “I want to go out with you.” You say unenthusiastically.

“Say it again,” He said teasingly, continuing to dangle from the pole. “I want to go out with you!” You exclaim. A grin breaks out onto his face as he puts both palms back onto the pole, “Alright, alright, I’ll go out with you.” He finished, staring into your eyes for a moment. You let out a soft laugh as swung off the pole and into the seat beside you.

“I love you,” You whispered to him, his arm rested behind you as he leaned towards your face. The heat from his skin radiated onto yours, causing you to pull closer to him. “and I love you,” Austin responded happily before closing the gap, pressing his lips softly against yours. As if on cue, the ferris wheel began to rotate again but you never wanted the ferris wheel to reach the bottom.

[hier--soir]

jessie my love, congratulations on your milestone! you are so deserving and i just feel so lucky to know you and to read your work :’)

i come to you with this🫀and the following prompt for one joel miller

“If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even think about it.”

and please feel free to be as gross as you want!!!!

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even think about it."

warnings/tags: post-outbreak joel x f!reader, off camera murder and cannibalism, stalking, the end of the world turns us all into animals in one way or another, yearning [for touch, for death, for anything really], reader simply wants to be eaten.

word count: 765

The sky is clear, and it must be summer soon, and there are leaves in your hair and dirt laden beneath the crescent moons of your nails.

Pine needles weigh your pockets down; a burden, despite the comfort they bring when you snap them in half and let the earthy scent follow you through the trees.

And on the heels of that sweet smell, lies the bear. Yes, the bear follows too.

Since deep winter, with all of its short days and long nights, it’s bitter cold and startling freeze, he has been there. Tripping over scraggles of roots and traipsing through streams, lurking behind trees and following your pine needle breeze.

Through spring too, with all of its nose tickling blooms, he never lets you stray too far.  

The bear is tall and he stands proud on two legs and he wears denim like no animal you’ve ever seen before.

Little shards of metal dangle from his hip, like a lustrous warning for your eyes only, visible whenever you dare to peek over your shoulder. And if he ever let you fall behind him, you’re sure that a rust red trail would litter the spaces where his feet met the ground.

His brown hair hangs long, from his head and his face, and through cracks in the foliage you see how the sun taunts the grey in it. Watch it shimmer and spark around that heady gaze, around red lips that pucker around whistled tunes as he follows.

You like to think that his songs are for you. Ignore the way that you hear the same whistles returned to him, from all around you. Don’t ever fret that maybe your bear has friends that are hungry. For you wander and you lead him to food, and listen from ahead as he takes your offerings and never asks for more.

It becomes a habit soon enough. From man-made communes to little groups of travellers, you smile and you preen and you ask for directions with a hand on your knife.

And when you drift on, return to the trees, light footed and swift, you hear the way he meets them.

Roaring and red, the sounds of a bear being fed.

And with each passing feast, you wallow, smile waning, and wonder why he never choses you. Why he trusts you to feed him, to lead him to safety night after night, and never gives you what you long for.

But on this day, this day with clear skies and leaves in your hair, you sense him draw closer. Finally feel the warmth of his breath on the back of your neck, the scrape of his paws one step behind yours. And when he curls around your body and presses you to a tree, you move like water in his grasp. Let him push and prod until bark bites at your back and his breath is upon your face, at last.  

The bear is rougher up close. Dark eyes round and wild, all pupil as you drink each other in. Nostrils flared, you inhale the hot musk of his scent, the dirt on his paws where he holds you by the hem, and feel something hungry curl in your chest.

“Are you going to kill me?” you say, and your voice betrays a morbid sense of hope. A rasping, upward lilt to the question that cries, freedom at long last.

His paws tighten around the collar of your shirt, face unreadable. Dark eyes probing in their search across your face, he stares and stares, sharp tongue snaking out to soften chapped lips.

“If it were anyone else,” he speaks with the voice of a man. “I wouldn’t even think about it.” Past thick teeth you see how his mouth shines red. Almost as pretty as grey in the sunlight.

You tremble in his hold and a leaf tumbles from your hair. It meets the dewy ground in a soundless swoop before he presses a heavy foot overtop it. The crunch sends your heart tripping through your chest.

“I don’t understand.” You tremble in his hold. “I thought it was finally my turn.”  

He sees a glimpse of fear through all that sickly defeated hope, and smiles then, not unkindly, lips peeling back to reveal flushed flecks of flesh in the cracks of his canines.

“It was, baby, it was… but I think I’ll keep you.” The bear purrs and rubs his thick wet maw across your cheek, nuzzling ever closer with each hot breath. “Reckon you might be more fun to play with than to eat.”

[nocturnaltokyoiii]

The Official NGE Character Ranking

It’s finally time for the official ranking of Neon Genesis Evangelion characters, as proclaimed by me. While there are a lot of characters to examine, I’d like to focus on the main characters of the original TV series, End of Evangelion, and Death & Rebirth.

WORST OF THE WORST

Gendo Ikari

The story's villain, it's only appropriate to set him dead last. A grieving man turns to putting 14-year-old kids into mecha robots powered by souls. From parental neglect to his agenda to end the world and start the Third Impact, Gendo Ikari can only receive small sympathy points.

Kozo Fuyutsuki

As Gendo's sidekick, I can't let Fuyutsuki off the hook for aiding and abetting. While he does show more compassion towards Shinji Ikari for the identity crisis every other episode than Gendo ever cared to, helping your former college students end the world doesn't look good on a resume.

No Harm No Foul

Kensuke Aida

Kensuke is a little military nerd who just dreams of piloting an EVA. He likes learning about all the actions of NERV or the UN - but also has the horned-up aspect of being a 14-year-old boy who carries around a camera. While it's nice to allow Shinji to have some friends and a form of escapism through his brief stay with Kensuke after running away (again). there isn't much that we know about Kensuke.

Toji Suzuhara

The other half of Kensuke, Toji is the more outwardly expressive and even passive-aggressive. We're introduced to him through his anger at Shinji for Toji's sister after she is severely injured from an EVA/Angel attack. He's the stereotypical "delinquent" who attacks Shinji as payback for his sister's injury, but he turns a more empathetic leaf after witnessing the mental suffering Shinji faces while piloting the EVA. When Toji is selected as the Fourth Child, everything takes a turn for the worse and we never see him again after that fiasco.

Complicit?

Ritsuko Akagi

Ritsuko lives in the shadow of her mother who created the MAGI System, the living, breathing programming holding NERV together. She's the only other person aside from Gendo and Fuyutsuki who knows the true intentions of NERV and SEELE, and for that, points off as being a piece of the end of the world. Ritsuko is still an interesting character as she internalizes and intellectualizes everything until her breaking point in destroying all the Rei copies. I feel bad for her in the cycle of abuse her mother and then her goes through under Gendo's romantic relationships with both of them.

Yui Ikari

This poor woman died and her husband decided it was time to end the world. Had she not passed during the Project E experiment, Shinji would have been a functioning and less traumatized boy. She is such a kind-hearted person who had a positive impact on those around her, and it's sad to see what her legacy turned into through Gendo's distortion.

Misato Katsuragi

Misato always has me going back and forth on my opinions, but I do admittedly love her as a character. Her hotheadedness and drinking habits make her a piece of emotional release from all the environmental stress. Her traumatic past explains the present, and her motherly care for the pilots stands in direct opposition to Ritsuko's risk of the pilots for the sake of destroying the angels. She is largely unaware of NERV's true intentions until the untimely end.

Ryoji Kaji

Kaji is somehow a triple agent working for the Japanese Ministry against both Gendo and SEELE, really just looking to find the truth of it all. He's an admirable character whose only real flaw is being so goddamn horny for all his female characters - except Asuka so I guess there are some moral boundaries. He knew that his life was constantly at risk by working behind everyone's backs, but he's still a positive role model to Shinji, almost showcasing what the positive outcome could be.

The Children

Kaworu Nagisa

We're introduced to Kaworu as the Fifth Child following Asuka's synchronization levels dipping to unprecedented levels. He's a poetic character who quickly befriends Shinji and shows his affection toward him in unexpected manners. As it turns out, Kaworu is actually the seventeenth angel, Tabris. His interest in humankind and otherwise odd behaviors goes seemingly unnoticed by NERV. Kaworu's goal is to reconnect with Adam, but instead, he finds Lilith, rendering his mission a failure thus allowing Shinji to kill him.

Kaworu is one of the only people that shows real love towards Shinji, and that cannot go unappreciated.

Shinji Ikari

Love him or hate him, Shinji is still one of the most interesting case studies of the human mind. A traumatized 14-year-old boy who has never felt real familiar affection since his mother's passing. Abandoned by everyone but commanded to not run away too. He's just looking for some kind of approval. I believe Ritsuko summed up Shinji's character the best by equating him to the "Hedgehog's Dilemma", in which hedgehogs need warmth in the winter so they huddle together, but just end up pricking each other and causing more harm. Shinji cannot be intimate with another character without some outcome of mutual harm.

BEST GIRLS

The lifelong battle, who is the best girl of Evangelion?

The truth is, there is no real answer. They're both amazing.

Rei Ayanami

Rei I - The child we're introduced to is snarky towards Ritsuko's mother as seen in a flashback - calling her an old hag. This Rei is a product of what Gendo really says in private, and thus is killed by Naoko Akagi for repeating the words said behind her back.

Rei II - This iteration of Rei is who we're most familiar with throughout most of the series, socially withdrawn and living in admiration of Gendo for the majority of her lifespan. In her interactions with the other children, she learns to be happy and to cry. She knows she is easily replaceable to NERV's mission. In being the recreation of Yui, she exists as how Gendo saw Yui. This version of Rei passes in sacrifice to destroy an angel.

Rei III - This is the final iteration of Rei seen in the series and End of Evangelion - and is the most expressive one yet. She knows what happened to the previous incarnations, but didn't live it herself. She's angry at the world, angry at Gendo, angry at Shinji, at everyone. She knows she's replaceable, but can't do anything about it but become indifferent to the changing environment.

Asuka Langley Sohryu

I take Asuka as my favorite for her relatability. She says what we're all thinking; and just like Shinji, she's just looking for affection. The main difference is that she refuses to admit that she needs help, for people to look at her, for people to appreciate everything she's sacrificed to get into her position. She holds herself to a standard of pride, never taking out the Interface Headset clips in her hair. She thinks she's grown up, but it's all the trauma that's forced her to become so mature against all odds.

Asuka holds a special place in my heart for some unexplainable reason, so I have to place her in the top position.

Anyways, that's my ranking of the main characters of Neon Genesis Evangelion. lol.

[kaigarax]

Hopes and Dreams

Rorona Zoro x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone that sweeps you up in waves.”

The First Shot.

‘SNAP!’

Zoro’s quick to jump to his feet at the sound of shutters going off. His blades have been pulled from their holsters and ready to attack any potential oncoming danger.

Of course, there is no incoming attack and no oncoming danger. Just a silly girl (you) and her camera. A camera which you almost drop as you try your best to recover from the startle Zoro had given you from his sudden movements.

You grin sheepishly as Zoro’s eyes meet with your own.

Looks like it's just another doofus.

The swordsmen isn’t all too familiar with you. Sure, you’ve befriended his hyperactive and jubilant captain but that certainly doesn't mean that you’ve earned his trust or friendship. Best to keep someone like you at arm's length; afterall, one can never know which direction danger will come from. Besides, a girl like you traveling all alone on an ocean filled with pirates is bound to have something up her sleeve.

Of course, from what Zoro has observed there really isn’t much harm that he can see you causing him. You’re clumsy and seem rather unfamiliar with weapons; plus you’re easily rendered useless when placed upon a moving vehicle.

But one can never fully let their guard down when the lives of others are at stake. Especially the lives of those he cares about. The lives of his precious crewmates and friends. So Zoro, expectedly, tries his best to keep a good distance away from you.

“What did you do?” Sighed Zoro as he put his blades back into their holsters..

“Sorry,” you flush, “I wanted to take a photo of you at that moment. I know I should have asked first but then your posing would have been awkward and unnatural. I did plan on asking you after I’d taken the photo but you jumped up and-”

Zoro took a step towards you, cutting you off promptly, “hand it over.”

You stare at the blank photo in your hand with guilt. At first he thinks that you won’t comply with his request and try to run off; it definitely wouldn’t be the first time someone had run away from him when being confronted. Then you look back up at him. And then back to the photo. Eventually, you reluctantly hand it over.

Zoro can see colour beginning to form in the little square of white you passed over to him. From the green in his hair to the white outline of his blades. It looks like you’d taken a photo of the side of his face in the midst of his nap.

He wonders if you’ve made a habit out of taking photos of people while distracted. He certainly thought so.

The somber expression on your face is almost sad enough to make Zoro feel bad as he stuffs it into his pocket.

Eventually, Zoro reluctantly turns to you, “what do you want the photo for anyways?”

You flash him a bright and beaming smile which sends Zoro’s heart into a flurry of flutters and strange pitter patters. His face is hot as he turns away.

If you notice you don’t say anything to mention it as you pull out a small book that looks as though it has too many pages for the spine to be able to function properly. Zoro also notes how there are sheets of paper sticking out on the sides and numerous amounts of bookmarks tucked between the different pages.

He briefly finds himself wondering if these bookmarks hold as much weight to them as the contents of the novel itself. He doesn't ponder long as you shove the book towards him.

Zoro’s first reaction to the book is a rather reluctant one. Is this really something he wants to get involved in? It’s not something that looks very life changing and he’s currently missing out on some great sleep hours. He’s very close to pushing the book away and closing his eyes when he finally looks at your face. It’s the excited look on your face that gets him to take the book from you and turn to the first page.

There’s a large picture of a young boy with ginger hair plastered in the centre of the first page. He seems rather embarrassed about something and Zoro briefly wonders if that had something to do with you. The edges of the photo are brown and slightly ripped. He also thinks that there might be water marks, though from rain or tears Zoro can’t tell.

“What is it?” Zoro asks.

“An album of photos I’ve taken.”

“And why exactly do you take photos?”

“So that I can remember people like you~”

You’re really such a doofus.

---

The Second Shot.

It’s the middle of the night when Zoro spots you. You’re sitting on the edge of the doc next to the Strawhats’ ship and fiddling with something in your hands as you dip your feet into the cool ocean water.

Should he go up to you and say something?

From here he can barely make out your features but you seem more solemn and sad than usual. It’s nothing that your body language seems to give away but rather something he instinctively knows. Zoro isn’t exactly sure how he knows but he does. Afterall, there are just some things in life that are indisputable facts to you despite not being able to prove them.

He should definitely go up to you and say something.

It’s getting late and one can never know when something bad might happen, especially at night. Of course, he isn’t really sure if he’s in the mood to talk to you (or anyone) in the first place. Sometimes, like right now, someone just wants to sit back with their own thoughts.

But your sadness seems to chip away at his cold exterior and is why he finds himself walking to the edge of the ship.

“What’s wrong?” Snaps Zoro, as though you’ve wronged him.

You sigh, in that dreamy way the Cook always gushes about, “the unfairness of life.”

It’s strange, Zoro thinks. You, surprisingly, don’t beat around the bush. It’s a rather refreshing and new experience to have with you.

Zoro chuckles, “and how has life wronged you?”

“Life hasn’t wronged me.”

He raises a brow in response.

“I was born into quite a fortunate position. With a caring family and brilliant future planned out for me. My mother, on the other hand, had been jaded by the world.” You stare up at the brilliant array of stars above the two of you, “I think at some point she might have loved me. At least I want to believe she did.”

Zoro feels the urge to jump over the gap between the two of you but stays rooted in place.

Everyone has (or knows someone with) a sad backstory.

“You know, I wish I had been born a man.”

Zoro has to resist the urge to let out a series of annoyed and confused incoherent sounds. What’s with women wanting to be men? No, what’s with him finding women that want to be men? Is there really such a difference between men and women that would cause three individuals in his life to loathe their birth? To want something so different from what they have already been given?

“You must think I’m stupid.”

Zoro tries his best not to react but a slight nod of agreement overtakes his self control. Sometimes it’s weird how you’re able to read him so well. To understand him more than he sometimes understands himself. It’s weird but in a pleasant way.

“Truthfully, I don’t think my life would have been that different if I had been born a man,” you chuckle, “though the life of my parents certainly would have changed.”

Finally, Zoro asks, “how so?”

“Because then they would have never left.”

And his heart aches for you.

Everyone has a sad backstory. A sad moment hidden within the past that is their life. Zoro knows that yet his heart throbs regardless. He wonders if you can see the reaction of it from the outside?

He jumps over from his side and takes a seat beside you.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

Zoro grumbles, “sleeping. If you plan on staying awake then I’m going to sleep and you can keep watch over the ship tonight.”

You visibly brighten, your practiced smile growing wider as you lean towards him.

Zoro feels his cheeks heat up which forces him to turn his head away from you. He closes his eyes in a huff.

‘SNAP!’

Zoro peaks an eye open, staring at you expectantly.

You pout as you hand the photo over to him.

---

The Third Shot.

“What do you think happens to us when we die?” you ask as you stare up at the sky above.

“What?” Zoro grunts, lifting a heavy weight over his head for the hundredth time, “why would you ask about something like that?”

“The day.” you answer.

Zoro feels rather disappointed in your answer though he knows better than to expect something more from you. You’ve never been the kind of person to just give. Zoro supposes that not many people really are though. But you are not many people.

Befiely, he finds himself wondering if there might be something special about today. You seem much more distracted than you usually are and you’re constantly making comments out of the blue about strange and morbid topics. Not that Zoro is a stranger to strange comments, it’s just rather strange coming from someone as chipper as you usually are.

“Do you want to do something today?” Zoro asks.

“Pardon?”

The swordsman rolls his eyes, a red flush taking over his face (that's definitely from working out), as he repeats his question.

He knows that you heard what he said and just want to hear him say it again.

Truthfully, Zoro isn’t too sure what brought such a feeling up in the first place. He’s always been one to board himself off from his other emotions and make the most rational decision. But such is the role one must take when they have a Captain as carefree and emotional as himself. But, seeing a smile on your face makes his stomach flutter and a smile appear on his own face. That’s just the kind of person you are. That’s just the kind of effect you happen to have on him.

And it’s not as though the world will end.

“So?” Zoro asks, “I was planning on heading into the town before we take off but I didn’t have any plans.”

You smile and he hopes you don’t see past his lie, “we should go visit the town’s children then.”

“The children?”

“Of course.”

Zoro groans, though to his credit he did try his best to stifle it. He had offered in the first place. Of course, that doesn't stop him from asking, “why the children?”

“Because I love the sparkle of adventure in their eyes.”

Is that why you like Strawhats? The Captain? Is that why you like him?

Dreams of grander and hopes of greatness are often looked down upon and seen as fantastical and improbable. Constantly, growing up, people often looked towards the young green haired swordsmen as nothing but a boy with a dream. A hope for something that only happens to one in every billion people here. Not just anyone can hope for something as crazy as him.

Everyone dreams as children.

They dream and hope for things that no one else has ever done. They look towards the impossible until others bring them back down to earth.

Did that happen to you?

Did you once have fantastical and improbable dreams?

‘SNAP’

Zoro’s gaze jolts up, a sharp look in his eyes.

“Sorry,” you apologize but the smile on your face says otherwise, “you just looked so deep in thought. I don’t think I’ve ever seen quite an expression from you before.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

You smile teasingly, “that you don’t think… deeply.”

Zoro feels a strange feeling bubble up in him at your playful smile. He smirks playfully and watches as your expression slowly changes from amused to worried. He leans over towards you before pinning you beneath the heavyweight he had been using.

“H-hey!” You exclaim, “Zoro! I thought we were going to go into town together?”

The green-haired swordsman only smirks in response.

---

The Fourth Shot.

“So, what do you think?” You ask, peeking over the top of the book.

Zoro shugs, “it’s alright, I guess. I just don’t really see what’s so special about all of these photos. I mean they’re nice.”

“Hm,” you nod, “anything else?”

Zoro feels as though there’s a specific answer that you’re looking for from him but for what he isn’t sure.

The people featured in the picture book don’t seem to have anything in common with one another. From the features and expressions of the individuals to the angles you’ve taken the photos from. Some are taken unknowingly while others are smiling while staring at the lens. There are some filled with laughter and others with pressed and upset expressions.

Zoro looks up from the book briefly to you.

Your eyes are brimming with anticipation.

Something invisible seems to tug at his chest.

“Who’s that?” Zoro asks, pointing to a blonde boy that he’s seen appear at least three times now. Usually it isn’t something he would notice or feel the need to point out. But up until this point there hasn’t been more than a single photo of a person. If you had taken the time to capture and care to keep at least three different photos of him then he must have meant something to you. But, from what Zoro can tell there isn’t anything too special about the blonde boy.

“Oh!” you smile, “do you know him?”

Zoro shakes his head, “why would I know him?”

“Because I met him in the East Blue. The two of you might have crossed paths at one point.”

Zoro thinks of something witty to say in response but bites his tongue before the words can be said. It’s obvious from the way you dodged the question that you don’t want to discuss it any further anyways.

Instead, Zoro smiles, “so, are you going to put the photo of me in here?”

You roll your eyes playfully, “how can I when you’ve taken all my photos of you?”

He feels a chuckle of amusement rise in his chest.

Fall in love with someone that sweeps you up in waves.

[lighthausen]

[Martin + Tapes] A Story About Martin's OnlyFans.

So I wrote this and talked about it with @fakecrfan about a year ago now. I was reminded today that it existed, so I thought, hey, might as well share it with anyone else that's interested!

For those who are new to the Martin + Tapes universe and/or need a refresh, here's a chronological link to fakecrfan's Martin + Tapes tag

For a quick overview, in this au, the Beholding is in love with Martin, and by extension, anyone connected to the Beholding, even a bit is also at least somewhat in love with Martin. Many Martin-tormenting shenanigans ensue.

—

Martin jiggles his apartment door. It's locked today, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything, so he whips out his phone and checks the website.

There are three feeds running. Martin sighs, unlocks the door, grabs the broom he set leaning against the wall next to it for this specific purpose, and gets to finding the new cameras.

The first one is simple enough, installed in the corner of his bedroom. Martin smashes it like a bug under the handle of his broom. The second one, in his shower of course, is more difficult. They installed it behind the showerhead and he can't quite get a good angle with his broom, so he has to remove it by hand. The final one is easy, under his couch, not too much to be seen there. He sweeps it out and crushes it under his food with a satisfying crunch.

He checks the website again. All the feeds are gone. He breathes a deep sigh of relief, when— oh. They aren't all gone. There's one left, an audio feed. Martin groans then muffles himself when he hears his own groan played back. Great, just great. Martin decides to try humming a bit as he moves around, attempting to see where the bug is based on volume, but just as he starts to get a sense of where it is, the feed cuts off. Martin curses.

It takes an hour to find it. It ends up being in his pillow. How unoriginal. He breaks it, throws it out, takes a nap, and finds when he wakes up that the parts after the feed was cut were uploaded after. His eyes are drawn towards the comments.

listen to all his stomping and muttering, aauugh he’s SO cute

OMGGGGG the ENDINGGGGGG!!1!!!!! His little “There you are” before it cuts off eeeeeeeeeeeeee, HE’S TALKING TO ITTTTT, TALKING TO US!!!!😍😍😍😍

Something I find so charming and unique about him is his habit of talking to inanimate objects. I think it really speaks to how lonely he’s felt his whole life that he’s had to—

Martin turns his phone off. He doesn't feel much like eating right now, so he rolls over and goes back to bed.

—

The broom comes up in website discussion. He only knows this because the page where the camera feeds are has the most recent forum posts underneath it.

(What they say, I'll leave to the imagination, but Martin/Martin's Broom is the third most popular Ao3 tag in the Martin Blackwood RPF fandom. The first is Martin/Reader of course, followed by Martin/The Beholding)

(The Beholding was popularized in the Martin fandom after Martin was recorded saying "This isn't you! You're not in love with me, it's the Beholding monster thing—!" This was directed at YouTube star MrBarbarian in his video I LEAD A PARADE THROUGH LONDON TO PROPOSE TO MARTIN BLACKWOOD.

The video's virality, combined with some prominent members of the fandom stating they served the Beholding solidified its place in the Martin Blackwood fan-sphere.

The Beholding is often depicted as a tall, thin, white man with a third eye, a top hat, and a bow tie. Its attributes include sharp teeth, mind-reading, compulsion, a very long tongue, and an entourage of eye-covered tentacles.)

Anyway.

Things get worse and worse. They stop livestreaming the camera and audio feeds, opting instead to record privately and share stuff afterward. Martin keeps finding bugs. He never knows if he's got them all. He’s sure he hasn’t. Simply existing in his apartment is nerve wracking.

Final straw— he walks in and grabs the broom by the door as he always does, only to find that it’s… sticky. Martin shrieks and drops it. His hand is covered in a substance that Martin does not want to think deeply about as he rushes over to the kitchen sink to scrub himself clean with too-hot water. It leaves his hands red, and his eyes prickling with tears. He turns the sink off. That’s when he notices it, placed blatantly on the wall in front of him sits yet another camera. Martin can’t even bring himself to break it. He grabs his bag and runs, not bothering to lock his apartment.

He can’t stand to stay there tonight. He can’t go to a hotel or anything either, they’ll just bug it too, probably before he even gets there! With few other options, he goes to Tim, the best about boundaries of the archives gang. Not that he’s any good, it’s a very low bar, but still, he’s part of the Eye, so his apartment won’t be bugged. Tim is ecstatic to have him.

Tim is also genuinely sympathetic about the people bothering him, seems upset on Martin's behalf, even. He advises Martin to control the narrative. Give the audience something, threaten to take it away if they break into his apartment again.

"It feels better, when you make the choice," says Tim. "Like, sure, I suppose I was happy enough after that happy hour last month, when Jon and Sasha had to tie you to the radiator so you couldn't recklessly leave in the middle of the night, all alone.” Tim laughs at the memory. "But this? Having you here of your own free will? This feels amazing! I'm sure it'd be a similar situation for your other fans."

Martin wraps his arms around himself, avoiding looking at Tim, or the radiator. “You really think so?” he says.

“Absolutely!”

“Hmm… that’s something to consider. I really do want my apartment back.”

“Yeah! …But you’re not leaving tonight though, right? It’d be dangerous with so many creeps around.”

Martin shudders, feels the phantom heat of the radiator against his skin. “No, Tim, I’ll stay tonight.”

“Great! I’ll get the wine!”

—

After putting a lot of thought into it, Martin starts an OnlyFans.

The pictures he has on there are… rather bland. They’re the inoffensive kind of selfies and photos one might post on Facebook that family can see. They are ridiculously priced.

Despite this, the bugging stops. And for some time, Martin finally feels like he can breathe. He continues to check the website, content with how no new camera or audio footage is being uploaded about him. However, as he looks, he still sees the forum posts, the people online analyzing every single detail about every single photo.

Ughhhh there’s toooooo few photos on there, like, I’ve analyzed them all a hundred times already, when’s the new content coming??????

Hm. That doesn’t sound good. Martin posts more frequently. Which works, until…

These photos are great and all but they’re getting so samey, I want to see a real, authentic Martin, like in the videos people used to upload.

The people are getting antsy. “Give them what they want,” Tim said. Alright, he can do it. He creates a new, even more expensive pricing tier, with slightly less tasteful photos, ones that someone might share on a private Instagram that only friends know about.

They love it of course. And these photos are easier to take. Things are working out just fine. But…

WHEN is he gonna show some SKIN, like, COME ON

Seeeeeriously, i’d pay sooooo much to see his tits again

Martin sucks in a breath. Okay. They want skin? They’d pay a lot? Fine. Give the people what they want. He takes one new photo, and, y’know, just to see what happens, he’s gonna set this new pricing tier to be a million— no, that's too easy— a billion pounds.

(Is this possible? Probably not. Let’s pretend.)

The photo in question is fairly tame. A shirtless mirror selfie where he's biting his lip and posing in a way that could be construed as provocative. He’s also holding the broom (which he thoroughly cleaned).

He doesn’t expect anything as he lists it. Just for fun he checks out the fansite, and sees people going nuts about the new hidden photo. He chuckles and heads for bed.

When he wakes up and checks his phone, he gets a news notification about major data breaches across multiple corporations, about CEOs getting hacked and losing a ton of their assets, about stocks for companies associated with them plummeting drastically. He also gets a notification informing him 57 people have purchased access to his new photo.

—

A lot happens in the following days.

There were attempts to find the perpetrators of this mass-data breach and money loss, to no success. They got away with it.

There are news articles "The Photo That Sank 14 Companies" "How Martin Blackwood, Sexiest Man Alive Caused Brief Economic Collapse"

None of these articles portray Martin in a negative light. Quite the opposite actually! They all assert he deserves the money and that the photo is insanely hot.

They all mention the broom.

You can find those lamenting what happened, who do not like Martin Blackwood online. There’s plenty of posts about it, but the ones that get more than a tiny bit of traction almost always get deleted and the accounts they belong to go mysteriously silent.

There are those who attempt to sue Martin over what happened. None of these lawsuits go very far.

One of the buyers is Elias. He used Peter's card, which he has free access to.

Martin feels Extremely Guilty

And. That's an unfathomable amount of money so Martin will lose access to it before he can do too much. But…

Some things that could happen:

He donates as much as he can of it

Some goes to innocent people who lost their jobs due to this whole… situation. It's difficult to find them, but he asks Sasha (and therefore all of the Eye people) if he can get a list of them. He gets one within an hour.

General charity donations, going through gofundmes, giving away a lot to his mother's care home (is his mother still alive? She would get a ton of money.)

He also buys out his apartment building and gifts the apartments to the families living there.

Unfortunately, a day after he does this, one of his neighbors knocks on his door and tells him and tells him that someone just offered to buy their apartment for 10 times its cost and they accepted, just wanted to let you know, Martin.

Then the rest of his neighbors reach out to him with the same story.

Martin's apartment building is now filled with Eye freaks.

He would definitely lose access to the money after this, having that much money gives him far too much power for the Eye to be comfortable with. Instead, the money goes into a private account that the Eyevatars can use only on Martin. A trust fund, of sorts, that they can lovingly torment Martin with.

Cherry on top, he can't sell the apartment or apply to live anywhere else (Eyevatars see to that) So it's his apartment or the archives.

Martin has also been banned from OnlyFans.

[clubwnderland]

𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊 𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆

“Happy birthday to me,” she says softly, smiling as she finally decides to get out of bed.

She had an early wake-up call before her little morning nap and now it's time to go and follow through with the plans she made for herself. After opening up her other presents that had made their way to her door, making sure they are nice and safe, Jangmi puts on her new dress and jacket, twirling in front of the mirror and smiling happily before getting her hat and purse, and placing everything she needs inside it.

Jangmi had found this cute little farm just out of town that was home to miniature ponies and had a nature walk in the forest nearby. The snow hadn't started yet so she would be able to enjoy the last remnants of autumn before winter really settled in. A picnic basket filled with her favourite fruits and snacks waits on the countertop, the checkered blanket folded nicely on top - she loves picnics and nature the most!

It's perfect for today.

Her doorbell rings on the panel and she smiles as she sees the wolf on the camera. Walking over, she presses the button, "coming down now." Double-checking that she has everything, Jangmi head out the door and gives Chan a hug when she sees him downstairs, thanking him for coming. "I hope I'm not taking too much of your time," she says as they walk back to his car.

"Not at all," he responds, opening the door for her before heading around and then they are off. Anyone can tell that Jangmi is excited, bouncing in her seat as she puts the directions into Chan's phone so he knows where to go. "All prepared, hm?" He chuckles, turning the volume of the radio to a nice level for them both to talk on the drive.

The picnic is perfect, Jangmi can't stop smiling and feels at ease with Chan. She does feel bad for him because she spent most of their time together talking about how much she loved being outdoors and if it wasn't for Jongin and how much she owes Irene, she would have a little cabin in the woods where she could just frolic around as a fox and go work in a little dance studio she owns in the city.

"I'd miss Jongin though," she pouts softly, picking all the pith off her mandarin before eating it. A strange habit she has. "I like working at the club too, but that's my dream. I don't want to be isolated though! Just live near a big forest or have a big garden." She blushes lightly as she notices that Chan is just listening and nodding. Feeling like she's talking his ear off, she points at the ponies. "Do you think they'll let us pat them?"

"Let's see, shall we?" Chan smiles, standing up and holding out his hand for Jangmi to help her up.

While Jangmi loved patting the ponies and getting to feed them carrots and apples that she had packed for them, the nature walk is definitely the best part for her. In the beginning, Jangmi walks with Chan, a comfortable quiet settling between them as they wander along the path laid out for them; the sounds of birds chirping surround them and her ears twitch in every direction as she looks around with a big smile on her face.

"Oh," she takes his hand and hurries him to the seats that are placed around a large rest area. "Apparently, you can hear all the sounds of the forest right here! I saw it on the sign at the start, it's perfect for mediation." She lets go of his hand and sits down on the seat and closes her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in everything that her sensitive ears can pick up.

Birds singing, flapping their wings as they fly around, the rustling of the trees as the wind gently disturbs their peace, woodland creatures scurrying away from the scent of a predator, some rabbits digging, searching for roots to chew on, and the gentle beating of Chan’s heart, his deep breaths as he takes a moment to relax too.

Jangmi doesn't even know how much time has passed until Chan is placing his hand on her shoulder and catching her attention. "It's getting late, little fox, didn't you say we are having dinner at Jongin's? We need to get going if we want to be there on time."

"Oh! That's right!" She giggles into her hand before standing up and following Chan back to the entrance. "Don't want to be late!"

She never expected anyone to be with her on her birthday, or to even remember it, but thankfully this was not a day where she felt alone and forgotten nor would it be one that she would ever forget.

[kingfakey]

is it ok to ask how u edit ur lookbooks? i love your style sm

hiii!!!! omg thank you 🥹

first thing you need to know is that where my lookbooks are concerned i'm not doing a whole lot of editing. that's my secret, i think. i do as much as i can in blender. which is why this is exceedingly flattering for you to say because i do not consider myself very good at editing (mostly compared to those ppl that do shadows and hair strands, that's not my bag yanno!!!) i also try not to get too repetitive, so this is all just kind of general. if you got specific lookbooks in mind, i can dig into it.

also to preface this, i'm not going to link to any specific tutorials, because i don't know your particular learning style and there are soooo many tutorials out there that i could take hours just finding one. so i'm sorry but i'm going to have to leave the research with you, and point you in the right direction.

i've been using the same PSD, more or less, for well over 10 years now. i tweak it a little every time. learning how to make your own PSD can be a game changer-- you can learn how to manipulate the colors the way you wanna manipulate them, and if you use it long enough (like i have!) you'll create a signature. i'm such a sucker for the selective color adjustment layer, it's how i get my pinks so uniform. 💗

almost as important as a PSD is the action you use. i also made that, just a little sharpening, very tiny topaz effect, and more smart sharpen. in doing this (either taking the time to learn to make your own, or finding one you like) you'll free up a lot of time by quickly filtering your images and moving onto the fun parts.

layers layers layers!!!!

blending options for your layer open up (little mermaid voice) a whole new world! whether it's text you're bringing style to, cool outlines, soft glows, you can have a lot of fun just playing around.

fonts. just collect cool fonts you like. lost-type co-op is one of my favorites. play around with making some typography. there's no right answers!! but if you're working in a bigger canvas, make sure to zoom out so you know it's gonna be readable when tumblr scales it down to fit its format.

if you're going the blender route:

get in the habit of doing transparent background versions of every shot. even if i don't plan on using them, i just have them, and it makes editing a lot easier, a lot less painful. don't even have to crop out the backgrounds, it's just done.

learning how to use the compositor is another game changer. it's how i bring a little bit of a glow to my renders and make them pop without even having to open photoshop.

turn on node wrangler. this isn't relevant to anything in specific just look into how to enable node wrangler and thank me later.

also turn on the ratio aspects in your blender camera settings. this will allow you to see if things are centered, or juuuust the right amount of off-center if, if you're into that.

[haorev]

I may have bought Minecraft for my computer. I also am reminded harshly every time I open it that I do in fact have a texture pack going on my Switch (it’s the free updated texture beta pack in the marketplace, I don’t know how to get in on Java, tho I could just actually go find texture packs or shaders now so…)

It’s really just the look of ores that is jarring but like it’s fine

I like having an off hand that is functional for more than just holding maps and shields. Love being able to place torches with it.

Don’t like that flying in creative mode is so floaty. That’s not fun.

I did have to redo the keybinds for the mouse. On Switch, break blocks/attack is ZR and place blocks/use is ZL so it makes more sense for my brain for them to be right click and left click respectively. The mouse wheel scroll through the hot bar is gonna take some getting used to, as well as the number keys. I love the middle mouse button pick-block thing in creative. I’ve seen it used by a few YouTubers and I was like how do I do that? I don’t think you can do it on the Switch.

I’m horribly bad at WASD controls, but that’s honestly just a universal for me. Part of why Binding of Isaac is so rough for me (besides just being bad at it) is because of WASD (and the arrow keys) (and I’m bad at it). I just really prefer the two analog sticks on my switch for move/camera. I’m getting better tho. As long as my cursor doesn’t glitch and stay on screen we’re fine.

I found out that if I don’t put it in full screen my computer doesn’t overheat as fast (or at all really). Learned this after my entire computer froze while I was playing and also screen recording (lost the screen record btw which was fine I didn’t like how it was going anyway). Don’t know what this means other than I play on a five year old MacBook Air, not known for being particularly beefy machines.

I like that the pause screen actually pauses. It doesn’t always on my switch. I got in the habit of just turning the switch off when I have to go away for a sec.

I love that I can make an actual custom skin and not really have to worry about the game resetting it randomly (a problem I have on my Switch). The skin I made is so cute. It’s got teal hair and horns and overalls and cute little black and purple markings on one arm. It’s got purple eyes! Really said: “what would make teenage me happy? And went with it.

(I wanna be clear that I love playing Minecraft on my Switch. It was the first place I ever played it, I love the controls, I love Bedrock edition even if it is a little funky sometimes. There’s just some things I’m seeing with Java that I really like also.)

Oh and my favorite: single biome worlds. I forgot that was a thing in Java Edition, and I am so pumped. I don’t like doing super hard challenges (I will probably never play a Hardcore game; I rarely play on Normal difficult as it is), but the challenge of “you have one biome and you have to make it work” is very very tasty.

So a very lovely Rosh Hashanah gift to me, and a good way of making myself feel a little better after one of our cats died this week.

(Oh and is Keep Inventory not considered a cheat in Java? I made a peaceful world with it and was able to do that while also keeping “allow cheats” set to off. If so, this is very good news bc it is a cheat on Bedrock and I have no sense of direction and if I die without keeping my inventory I will have to start from scratch minus whatever I have at my home.)

[beccalulu-blog]

The 1% Solution

The 1% Solution offers insightful tips on how to become a better version of you. I was able to relate to a lot of the information in the book because it has similar techniques to my everyday meditation that I have been working on, yet it just has different approaches. 

Could a person have several turning points throughout their life?… As for me, I feel I’ve had many turning points that made me realize that I need a change and growth. There have been times when I have struggled in feeling as if I wasn’t at my full potential or maybe I wasn’t exactly where I was supposed to be in my life. It wasn’t until recently when I realized my beliefs were influencing my lifestyle. Therefore, I’ve been working on changing the way I do things in my life, as this book says, “1% at a time”. I also learned not to compare myself to anyone but my yesterday self.

I instantly understood the concept of Action = Motivation and how it’s a “self-feeding concept”.  I know when I get things done even the smallest thing like fixing my bed in the morning or doing my meditation, I get more accomplished throughout the day. I think what was super helpful was reading “there is no point in doing, which you should not be doing at all”. I do notice I get distracted at times and end up doing things that aren’t conducive to my life. So, what I have done was take a second look at my calendar and changed up my schedule to be more productive and take out what wasn’t important to guiding my success. I realized I need to focus more on effective and efficiency. I set a more reasonable plan, made it less stressful, and focused more on a little at a time. 

I really enjoyed and excelled in Physic’s classes in college, so having re-read about Newton’s law was refreshing and helped remind me why I need to keep myself in motion and try my best to not allow any friction or “outside forces” to stop me. Looking at the 80-20 principle in reverse explained leverage in a helpful way. I feel by rearranging my schedule helped with focusing more on the 20% in small actions to create 80% in large results. I also plan to work on getting over my fear of being in front of the camera. I love the idea of being able to “move the world 1% at a time”. I feel I could focus that to helping people create a better lifestyle and helping as many athletes as possible throughout my life.

Chapter 4 titled “Why practice doesn’t make perfect”, is something I’ve always emphasized in my practices. I’ve always taught my players that “perfect practice makes perfect”, and I know “perfect” is a word that is a separate conversation all together, but my goal was always to have them understand that practicing any skill the right way every time helps to not enable bad habits. Thousand’s of hours of practice or anything, for that matter, is pointless, if you aren’t doing it right or, in my case, you aren’t doing what you love. I’ve put in well over 10,000 hours as an engineer in the Navy and was one of the go-to engineers in my department, so in a sense I did master that craft and was great at it, but when I got out and realized I didn’t love it as much anymore. I decided to take a different direction in my life and it’s been a journey. I’ve put in a lot of hours coaching and still know I have a ton of learning to go on becoming a great coach, so I embrace learning as much as possible from other’s. When I first started coaching I realized I had to start from the beginning and work my way up in order to understand all levels of coaching.

Why I love learning?! Understanding how amazing the brain is and that it almost functions like a computer (speaking from the IT side of me), if you only know and understand how to run it and how it’s wired, that changes everything. A while back I started doing meditations and through the process I learned about Dr. Joe Dispenza on YouTube. He talks a lot about the brain, how it works, and how to use it to create your future. It was part of the reason I re-started this class and overcame the fear of it. Part of that is remembering I’m here to learn and I don’t necessarily have to have the answers and that’s okay because I have the ability to learn anything I put my mind to. Chapter 5 in The 1% Solution talks about how when you learn, your brain grows new connections, and it was a highlight for me because I had just watched Dr. Joe Dispenza and he goes into more detail on how that happens and he definitely emphasizes that “the mind can change the body”. It is really insightful information that I feel everyone should access. I guess I’m super nerdy when it comes to the power of the brain, but knowing you have the ability to create your future is something that is changing my life immensely. 

Along with the power of re-shaping your brain, it is important to know not only how to recharge your body but also when. Recovery is important for the brain and body, because it’s all made up of muscle in some shape or form. This book helped me understand how not to reach the breaking point which I’ve done a few times in my past, because even though I have the education and training on how to prevent strains and injuries for athletes, I never fully applied it to my brain until over the last year. I have added meditation as a form of recovery over that last month or so and it has helped tremendously. A little background about me, I had a not so good past which Doctor’s diagnosed me with epilepsy, borderline personality disorder, depression, and PTSD. They tried to make me take medications, but I never did. I was always too stubborn to believe that pills would fix any of it. I always felt that I had to figure out a way to get through it all by myself. If I could just find a way to apply my work ethic to getting past the rough times, because that is what I always done in the past. I always worked myself to the point where I would be alright, but in fact what I should have done from the start is the complete opposite - “not doing anything” or “recovery”. The answer has always been right in front of me, because I was always involved in sports and being athletic. If I had only applied the sports recovery aspect to my brain early on, the possibilities - endless, but it’s never too late. I finally started learning about the brain, but also found a self-help tactic that actually works, for me, it’s meditation and learning how to re-shape the brain. Applying the recovery aspect to my life, which I was doing, but not realizing that’s what I was actually doing. Chapter 6 put that into context for me. 

Connellan, T. K. (2011). The 1% solution for work and life : how to make your next 30 days the best ever. Peak Performance Press.

[pinkslashersimp]

What do you think yandare Hannibal would do if reader snuck out the window and went into the woods just to chill by the lake/creek and find shiny rocks

I LOVE YOUR WRITING IEHHHEBEBFIDKDKE

THANK UUUU😭💗💗💗

i see you’ve asked for nbc hannibal in ur other message so i’ll do just him<3 thank u for specifying:)

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, false imprisonment, reader is GN, implied kidnapping, barely proof read tbf

if any of this triggers u pls scroll past and stay safe🤍

NBC Hannibal x His GN!Reader who sneaks out🌷💗

Haha. You’re bold if you think you can make it out for over an hour at best.

Ever since Hannibal took you, both the front and back door have had multiple locks installed, which are checked by him every morning, noon, before he goes to work, and night before you both go to bed.

Even the windows have been sealed shut and there are cameras in each corner of the house. Face it, you’re stuck like a mouse in a trap.

Especially since you now know of his eating habits

Still, somehow you’ve managed to jimmy open a window after weeks of slyly breaking apart the sealing on it (you sneaky fuck), and successfully snuck out at night making minimal noise, avoiding waking Hannibal in his slumber.

Still, somehow you’ve managed to jimmy open a window after weeks of slyly breaking apart the sealing on it (you sneaky fuck), and successfully snuck out at night making minimal noise, avoiding waking Hannibal in his slumber.

You’re given an hour head start this time, since Hannibal is sound asleep and you didn’t knock anything over when half hazardously jumping out the house

When he wakes up, though?

Oh, hes pissed.

Angry, worried, confused. All these emotions stir around inside him as he checks the cameras in hopes you’ve simply left bed momentarily for a glass of water or something.

Which is when he spies the open window. And the timeframe of you leaving.

An entire hour ago.

He sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose out of stress. Disappointment for both you and himself circling around him

Hannibal doesn’t waste any time getting changed, instead heading in the direction you left in, in his sleepwear and black dressing gown

Meanwhile, you’ve already seated yourself on a bench facing a peaceful, serene lake, which spreads greatly throughout a large portion of the area, lit brightly by the moon which sits comfortably above the distant edge of the water

Life is great

Life is peaceful

Life is quiet and stress free, away from Hannibal’s animalistic, obsessive clutches.

Until he finds you. 15 minutes later. The crunch of leaves under his feet startles you away from your tranquil meditation session, turning to face him with a look of horror

Your apologies and please go straight through him, ignoring your explanation for whatever the Hell you thought you were pulling tonight by leaving like that.

Hannibal grabs your arm and lifts you straight up, putting you in front of him and firmly pushing you back in the direction of the house

“Back home. Now.”

The minute you’re inside his home again he sits you down and lectures you for what feels like hours. Expressing his anger, disappointment, and worry, in the most collected way he’s able to given his current emotions

And congratulations! Unfortunately this little stunt has stripped you of all freedom entirely, almost every second of the day is spent besides Hannibal (apart from when he has to leave for work, then it’s spent locked in a single room)

Let’s hope that hour and 15 minutes were worth it

(at least you got to keep the little rocks)

[watermelonsugacry]

i’d like to what happens to y/n in tattoo roulette 🫣🫣

Tattoo Roulette

A/N: another highly requested blurb for you all! more Late Late content is on its way lovies! 💚

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 Masterlist

“Welcome back to the Late Late Show! We are about to play what is probably the craziest game we’ve had on our show. It’s a game that m’already regretting thinking of.” The audience members laugh while the band snickers behind him. “It’s time for Tattoo Roulette with One Direction.”

When James pitched this game idea to the band, everyone was relatively on board with it (expect one Irish lad that was notably less enthusiastic about it than the rest but was a good sport anyways and agreed to it after YN convinced him that if he happened to get picked, she would take the tattoo for him).

YN looks down and notices Harry's nervous habit of his thumb digging into the other tips of his nails. Not knowing that their hands are in view of James's camera shot, YN discreetly taps her pinky against her band mate's hand. She gives him a small smile, glancing at his hands in a knowing look. She's sees him do the same, nodding his chin to her other hand and to her surprise, she finds that her thumb has been subconsciously twisting the ring of her index finger—her anxious give-a-way.

They both huff out a quiet laugh through their noses, both revealing to each other how nervous they really are for this game. Fans rewind, pause and screenshot how Harry links their pinkies together, squeezing them other in a comforting motion before letting go.

After explaining the rules of the game to the audience, James goes to stand with the band. YN is standing smack in the middle of the line up, sandwiched between Harry and Louis. Despite wearing heels, she’s still about a head lower than the rest of the boys. 

Niall is just a bundle of nerves at the end of the line. YN honestly feels bad for the lad. She still remembers when she was getting yet another butterfly tattoo last month in her hotel room, Niall had come in to curiously check up on her. As her usual tattoo artist was working on the singer’s hand tattoo on the dining table, YN had her chin propped up on her other hand as she watched the needle paint her skin. 

He looked a lot like he did now: pale faced, jittery hands and wide eyes. 

“Niall, your hands are actually shaking!” James nervously laughs. It's clear to anyone that Niall's laughs and jokes are a means of attempting to cover up his nerves. After the blonde lad takes his pick, it was Harry’s turn.

“Harold, how y’feeling?”

“M’actually fine.” Harry chuckles. 

When Harry descends down the short steps of the platform, he takes a glance over to YN, throwing a smirk her way before facing the waiting red boxes. 

“YN, how are you feelin’ about all of this.”

“I love yeh, James. But I don’t fancy yeh this much to get this on my body.” The audience members chuckle while the host lets out his infamous high pitched laughs.

As YN looks at the row of red boxes, she goes to grab one, hesitates, and instead grabs the one next to it. The audience members all make a collective "oOo" sound and YN giggles when Harry makes a dramatic shocked expression, covering his mouth with his fist as she goes to stand next to him.

After it’s revealed that Liam, Louis, then James are safe—as much as she doesn’t want to admit it—she’s getting a little nervous. She had felt some sense of comfort in the fact that the odds of getting the stupid tattoo were 1 to 6, but halfway down the line with no red lettering inside the boxes made her start to get anxious.

YN balls her fists by her side as she does quick little giddy stepy-steps. 

“Alright.” YN throws her hair behind her shoulders before rubbing her hands together. “Let’s do this.” Her shoulders move sharply when she takes in and lets out a breath. 

Not a second later, the eerie music sounds off and the lights dim around her, leaving her in a solo spotlight with a red hue.

“Why does the lighting make me more nervous than the actual tattoo?” Her rings tap against the wooden box.

“Y’got this, YN.” Harry encourages from beside her. He tries to hide his growing smirk by running his fingers over the side of his mouth and YN tries to ignore the feeling of how that’s only making her even more nervous. 

She slowly tugs the tiny white strip of elastic from its slot to make the anticipation more exciting and to delay what’s inside the box.

YN squeezes her eyes shut, her teeth showing as she grits them together and she opens the box. The reveal sound goes off and when she opens her eyes, she lets out a sequel when the white words SAFE are shown. 

In true YN fashion, she’s quick to point a finger at Harry and laugh in his face. But her smile comically turns into a pout when she faces Niall with extended arms, “I am so sorry.”

The blonde lad laughs and he receives her hug, no doubt trembling in her arms. 

"Quite intimidating that light." Harry comments to her. She raises her eyebrows in agreement, hands on her cheeks as she lets out a giggle out of nervousness. The audience chuckles along with her as they anxiously wait for the results.

"Look at Niall's face!" James laughs hysterically, going in for a hug as well.

It was all down on to him and Niall—well her and Harry. And with that, her nerves came crawling back in. All that stood between her or Harry getting that silly tattoo was one word inside his red box.

"I mean—" Harry lifts the lid to reveal the red word TATTOO on the inside. The smirk on his face and the way he throws down the lid makes her tummy twist with a feeling she finds herself having to shove down more and more lately. Suppressing the feeling doesn't go down as easy when it's her turn to hug him out of sympathy.

During the commercial break, YN takes a small Snapchat video of Harry getting his Late Late tattoo, shaking her head in disbelief with a smile on her face. After handing her phone back to her PA, Harry beckons her over to him with a curl of his fingers.

"How's it goin', babe?" YN asks, leaning her hand on the back of his chair, the other rests on her hip as she watches the tattoo artist trace the lettering on his skin.

"Bloody hurts." He playfully scrunches up his nose and he's rewarded with her signature eye roll. They both know and share a secret, guilty addiction to the way the needle feels on their skin. It's a pleasure they both discovered and shyly confessed to one another when got their matching butterfly tattoos; one on her forearm and one on his tummy.

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She knows he feels it now when he blinks up at her with his pupils dilated.

"Mhm, sure it does." She teases with a smile.

"Think I need someone to hold my hand..." Harry mindlessly waves his hand in front of her, playfully and dramatically looking up at the ceiling.

"M'sure I can find someone here to do that for yeh," YN humors him and makes a show of looking around the room. She lets out a laugh when he throws his hand down on his lap in frustration. "Alright, alright, yeh big baby."

The fans in the audience scream out in excitement at the sight of the two holding hands, the them being the top shipped duo out of the band.

The audience doesn't stop their giddy squeals and yelling when their hands stay intertwined together when James welcomes the cameras back in. The fans don't miss the way Harry looks up at her with a smirk tugged on his lips, squeezing her hand before eventually having to let go to show the camera his fresh tattoo.

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[l0vergirlwrites]

matthew murdock x musiciangirlfriend! headcanon:

warnings: this contains so much fluff & cuteness, but also might have bad writing if you really squint

he would definitely love watching you play instruments in his free time. you would usually sit in the love seat across from the couch in his apartment, perched with your instrument of choice, which was usually your ukulele or guitar since they were matthew’s favourite. he would lay on the couch on his side, body turned to your direction with a happy smile on his face as he heard the tunes you’d strum, along with your mumbling of lyrics.

“you sound really good, honey” “you say that every time, matty” “it’s the truth!”. you’d be a hot mess afterwards.

hearing you sing in the shower was one of matthew’s favourite things to hear. the running water mixed with your voice always sounded so relaxing. you had a habit of bringing a speaker into the bathroom when you’d shower, playing music from your carefully assorted spotify playlists & singing your heart out as you washed your hair & body. being in the shower with you was a whole other slice of heaven, hearing you sing melodies as you pressed yourself close to matthew so intimately—it gave him goosebumps every time.

you would often taste like buckley’s cough syrup, hot chocolate & honey from all the remedies you’d use to soothe your voice after a tiring gig. He didn’t mind it at all, at least the hot chocolate & honey— buckley’s was just straight up gross. so, matthew would often buy you your favourite cough drops (which happened to be berry flavoured ricola & the assorted minty pack of halls) instead since the taste of buckleys began to make his nose hurt.

he’d pepper kisses on the fingers on your left hand since they’d grow tired/stiff from holding down the strings so often & they’d get little scars/mini callouses from all the constant playing.

“matt, you don’t have to do that” “but I want to baby, you work them so much”

he’d definitely attend as many of your gigs as he could, sometimes he’d even just listen from nearby rooftops when his patrolling clashed with one of your performances. the man would be committed!!! he’d also take foggy & karen with him quite often & they’d all treat you afterwards at josie’s with a few rounds of shots.

matthew would call you his superstar & it is the CUTEST THING.

“hey, superstar” “my little superstar” BRO???!!!!!

he’d definitely shorten it down sometimes to “star”, like how logan from gilmore girls would call Rory “ace”.

“star, i love you" THAT SOUNDS SO ODD BUT CUTE.

he’d constantly get a little sad about not being able to see you shine on stage with all the lights & people around, but you’d constantly remind him that he didn’t need to see you in order to connect to you or your music… there’d be other ways.

matthew would for sure love to have a piece of your merch, even if you didn’t have your big break yet. you’d take him to a clothing printing shop & get a design you’d make of you printed on a hoodie & t-shirt for the both of you. he’d probably never take it off when he’d be home & get you to take a photo on your film camera with him in it too. he’d smile proudly & point to you on the hoodie, you writing on the back of the photo with “first merch sale, 2022” & draw a heart around matthew’s name.

he’d give you a good luck kiss before every show you’d do & have a secret handshake (why wouldn’t you???).

he’d definitely whoop & scream the loudest for you at big gigs & at the smaller ones, he’d clap the loudest & cheer with a lot of enthusiasm. you’d often smile too much on stage because of it or just look directly at him when singing, shaking your head at your #1 fan.

matthew would FOR SURE cry or at least tear up if you wrote him a song (let’s be honest, you’d write him multiple). he’d kiss you so passionately after hearing the recording from your computer or after hearing you sing it to him live from his apartment.

“you wrote a song about me?” “you’re my muse, of course, i—“ “god, i love you” *cuts you off with a kiss* (classic).

[mayxxday]

Get used to it - Bakugou Katski (part II)

“How could things possibly go bad?”

That was Kirishima’s reasoning, pushing the blonde to make a move on his crush to make them notice the boy more. And the answer to that question was given in this situation.

When Katsuki sat the boys together with the warning of ‘blasting their faces off’ if they laughed, he expected a few things including the boys’ jaws dropping to the floor, laughing and forcing him to do things he probably wouldn’t want to do.

“Is this a prank?” Denki said, looking as if waiting for someone to jump out with a camera,

“You- you’re blushing, Kiri hold me I’m seeing things”

“S-shut up, dunce face. I’ll throw you off this building if anyone hears anything about this,”

Kirishima looked like he was ready to shed a tear. Denki ran out of the room to grab all his shoujo manga. Dumping them on Katsuki,

“Read them all,”

Sero, in all the chaos, ripped a page from Kiri’s notepad, writing at a speed which he never thought he could have. Kiri, soon joining onto, as they started scribbling random words on the page.

“Chocolates. Everybody loves chocolate,” Kir said, nudging Sero,

“I do too,” Denki jumped up, from bothering Katsuki with his manga.

“What are you dumbasses doing?” Katsuki said intrigued,

“List of things you could do to impress them,” Sero said as if stating the obvious, eyes never leaving the page.

By the time, Katsuki returned to his room, it was way past his ‘bedtime’, hands full with Denki’s mangas, the list crumpled in one of his palms, phone buzzing in his pocket with the songs and playlist Sero kept sending. Sighing, he thought to himself,

“The things you are making me do,”

Blushing silently, at the thought. He giddily made his way to this bed. Toes wiggling under his blanket as he snuggled deeper into his bed. Tossing, turning, kicking his blanket way, too flustered to go to sleep. That night, he barely slept, happily so.

Spending the week, secretly reading the mangas Denki lent him, which he swore up and down not to read, playing the playlist full of sappy love songs while in bed, adding his own ideas to the badly written list. Never missing the sight of his crush entering the room, blushing as if on a queue to their smile, paying attention to their little habits and choices. And of course the daily meetings in Kiri’s room about his crush, it was embarrassing but Katsuki couldn’t help the warmth that filled him knowing his friends wanted this for him as much as he did.

Katsuki has been tending to this crush from months now until coming out to his friends, so of course, he thought it was better like this. The inevitably nudging on his friends when whenever his crush came close, the knowingly smirks, and the teasing, was all silently welcomed, making him feel like the main character of some shoujo manga, one that probably sat on his desk, pages flipping with the wind that entered his dorm.

So, the last meeting of the boys, ending in the boys finally convincing Katsuki to do something more than just the staring.

“How could things possibly go bad?” Kirishima said, patting the blonde, who huffed in agreement.

When Katsuki bought the pocky sticks of his crush’s favorite flavor, the same sentence rang in his head. Content with his choice, Katsuki sat in the class waiting for his crush. Out of all the days they could be late, it had to be today. Entering the class moments before Aizawa's entry. Forcing the blonde to be in his seat.

However, Katsuki’s eagerness to give the little snack to his gift, left him passing the snack to Kirishima beside him, pointing in his crushing direction with his eyes. Kiri’s excited smile was blinding as he passed the snack to Sero who sat behind him, watching the interaction between the boys, knowingly passing it to Denki. Katsuki’s leg bounced up and down, eyes watching the snack be passed around to reach its receiver, his crush.

“They looked pretty, even with their hair messy,” he thought.

Denki happily passed the snack to Mineta pointing at Katsuki’s crush, you. Mineta turned to pass the snack oblivious, making your eyes widen.

“Like hell am I, taking anything from this little pervert,” you thought.

Glaring the said pervert, you pushed the snack back into his hands. Huffing angrily, before turning your head away.

Katsuki was shocked, eyes open wide, seeing you reject the snack he bought for you. The warmth in his chest fading into a dulling ache, his legs stopped bouncing as the red from his cheeks drained them colorless. The waiting eyes, returning their attention to his teacher, who had passed on his duties to Momo for the day and now slept in his sleeping bag. His friends were just as discouraged watching the scene unfold with sagged shoulders. Kiri’s eyes sadly scanned his best friend, who crouched over his desk.

Katsuki watched seething in anger, as Mineta happily munched on the snack that wasn’t meant for him. The group of boys trying to calm the human furnace among them.

“The nerve of that pervert, did he really think anyone would accept anything from that pervert. He can only wish.” Mina angrily grumbled while placing her lunch tray on the table, making all the boys’ heads shoot up.

“What the fuck, did you just say?” Katsuki said, words rushing out of his mouth, before he could think,

“Didn’t you notice what happened in Aizawa’s lecture?” Mina asked, focusing on her food,

Epiphany washing over the boys, realizing that you probably just rejected the snack believing it was Mineta who gave you that. Denki and Sero cracked up into an obnoxious booming laughter, as Kiri pat Katsuki’s back, as the previously sulky boy took into all that just went down.

“I know right, Mineta can only wish someone would like him,” Mina said, to the laughing boys.

Katsuki looked up seeing you sit beside him, a pout on your lips.

“It was my favorite snack, and I missed breakfast too, I would have really loved it you know, but it was Mineta so..” You sighed, glancing at the boys.

“I’ll buy some after school, stop whining, smidge” Katsuki said nonchalantly, pushing your food towards you, meaning for you to eat. Cheeks full with food, you turned to the boy, happily slurring,

“You will?”

“Yeah, now shut your damn mouth while eating, will you?” Katsuki said, wiping your messy fingertips for you, never looking at your eyes. Seeing the both of you blush, your hand lingering in Katsuki’s for a beat too long, Kirishima thinks he could get used to this Katsuki. Warmth returns to Katsuki’s heart, silent humming in his chest, lips twitching to reach his cheeks. In his room, his borrowed manga, the fluttering pages stop on a page with the illustration of two hands with fingers tangled into each other, fitting perfectly to complete each other.

Third part?? let me know. Also the taglist is open, if you wanna be tagged for the next part. Byee, have a great day 💕💕

First part : Get used to it

Second part: Get used to it

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