#KIND OF SHY ABOUT THIS DRAWING IDK

[ruuari]

I love... FFVIIR ✨ (print)

[hammerhead-jpg]

I know I already posted this drawing once before but it bothered my SOUL because imo the rendering is so nice like I cooked so hard w it but their faces looked so fucking weird to me and I just needed to fix it up a little (also my Will design changed a bit)

Og under the cut....(Jumpscare warning)⬇️

I can't describe the relief I feel now that I can appreciate the top tier rendering that I did without feeling horror at looking like their faces

Like Nico WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?? he is directly behind you idc how far you turn your eyeballs you are not going to be able to see him!!!

[toru-saynomoree]

WHSTATSTS @pieflavouredartz )SOMR OF MY GOATS) REBL9GRD TWO OF MY POSTS OMGG HIII I WAS SO SHY TO RESPOND ABOUT IT LAST DAYS LOL

[pekoeboo]

ugh. some thoughts.

really been trying to find the joy in drawing/writing again and honestly it's been such a challenge. friends have told me it's most likely depression that's making it hard to feel motivated and tbh they're probably right.

hoping to get back into being creative in the way I Want to be at some point tho. I miss it. there's still so much with my stories and characters that I haven't been able to share or explain and I wish I knew how without it feeling like this daunting, impossible task.

I don't know when I'll get around to actually sharing art again (or writing, if ever). was hoping that I'd manage to get some of my mental and physical issues in check recently for just long enough to get back into the swing of being creative, but that hasn't seemed to work. everything feels bad, both artistically and physically. I'm struggling to keep up with the frantic pace at which my brain comes up with story concepts and intriguing character interactions, even tho everything in me wishes I could turn it into tangible artistic expression so I can get it out of my head and share it. it used to be easy. I don't know why it's not now.

I'm just . tired, I guess.

[semi-entropy]

trying to figure out their face

[princekirijo]

Actually the sims is fun for helping with not only outfits but also like. Silly character stuff. I've already got a few silly traits I'm gonna give Riku based on his Sim self.

[ne0nwithazero]

I heard thoust liketh Rouxls?

Always have 💙

I used to have a huge hyperfixation on Spade King and Lancer when CH1 first came out and I liked Rouxls a lot by extension!! Literally one of my non-DR OCs is directly inspired on him, so I am very fond and have only grown to appreciate him more with ch2 :)

I just tend to shy away from doing/posting fanart in general and just started drawing him more now because of Klieg x) I hope that's okay with people

[autisticjonathanjoestar]

sorry for venting on main again but I'm actually so tired of being infantalized 👍 especially by other autistic people. like that's truly the heartbreaking part. I truly do not love asking someone's opinion on something expecting a peer to peer discussion & when they answer me they start giving me advice and/or offering to mentor me. like ok I see. you do not see me as capable. okay 👍 awesome

[cheeseceli]

Skz meeting a pretty fan

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, just a tiny little bit of angst, headcanons

Description: their reaction to meeting a pretty fan during a fan meeting

Warnings: kind of love at first sight trope, delusional, some of them are dramatic, they are all idols, not proofread

A/n: the way it's been over a year that this has been in my drafts | daily click

Bang Chan

He was kinda of tired already so he was zoning out

When he sees you he is like "...oh"

He is so invested in your conversation

If you comment about the production behind the music he will be so happy

Genuinely loves when someone acknowledges his work so his eyes will shine and he will smile so hard while explaining everything to you

He is upset when you need to move on to the next member

Sees you laughing with the other members and he's like 🤨

Wonders what they did that managed to make you laugh that much

Lee Know

He would stare at you

You know when his mouth is open and you can see his eyes shining?

Yeah, that's him right now

You say hello and he would give you his nervous laugh before looking at you again with those stary eyes

I swear he is such a softie

Would listen to every single word that you say, you can tell he is paying so much attention

Autographs something for you and makes a funny drawing as well hoping you'd laugh

Side eyes the staff when they say the time is up

Even when you move to the next member and other fan is talking to him, he would still look at your direction sometimes and get so flustered if you catch him looking at you

Changbin

Starts small talk right away

Will 100% compliment you

You ask him an autograph and he wonders how bad would it be if he gave you his number instead

Like he knows he cannot do that

But maybe if he was sneaky enough...

Doesn't do it by the end but he low-key regrets it for the rest of his life

He will wake up one day after five years and be like "damn I should've given them my number"

And he will make that everyone's problem

The boys can't stand it anymore because they've heard enough about you by now 😭

Convinces himself that he will see you again one day

Hyunjin

He sees you before you see him, so he is panicking

Is looking at the line all the time wondering if you will want to talk to him

Asks han if his hair looks good before it's your turn to talk to him

No but fr, he can't take his eyes off you

When you start talking he is like 😯

You look and sound like an angel, he must be in heaven

Even after the fan meeting he can't stop thinking about you

If he's feeling bold enough, he will definitely flirt with you

Low-key forgot he was an idol and was ready to risk it all for you

Han

Might believe in love at first sight after your meeting

Compliment him once and he will get so shy

Like sir, weren't you the one flirting like two seconds ago🤨

Would feel so betrayed if he isn't your bias LMAO

He has like a minute and a half to convince you he's the best stray kids member and he WILL try that

And he hopes that someone will record his flirty antics and post it on tiktok just so he can find your socials

He will make all the boys stalk the internet to try to find you

"but you can't contact them even if you find their account, so what's the point?" idk bro but he wants to see you again somehow

Felix

SUCH A FLIRT

The moment he looks at you he is already trying to win your heart

Kinda forgot he was an idol pt.2

Except he didn't forget

He just doesn't care

He wants to flirt with you and that's precisely what he will do

Will even flirt through his autograph if he can

Uses any kind of excuse to make physical contact with you ✨

And side eyes the staff when they tell him it's time to move on

Like no it's not??

Seungmin

Actually pretty good at hiding his new crush??

The most normal one out here surprisingly lol

He will be able to cover it up as just "good mood" but let's be for real

It's because of you

Anyways

Will smile so much

If you compliment his smile (please do!) he will get shy but so so happy

Also steals glances when you go to the next member

He'll be talking to the next fan but ends up laughing because of something he heard you say to another one of the boys

The fan is like ?? but Seungmin is able to play it off

I.N

So dedicated to give you a good impression

If you tell him your favourite skz song is one of his solos (or that your favourite has that title because of his vocals) this man is in heaven

Forgot he was an idol pt.3 except he didn't forget

He just lowkey very lowkey didn't want to be an idol in that exact moment

Had it been on any normal occasion he would probably try to charm you over

But this was his job

He couldn't possibly get delulu over a fan 😭 although he was already midway to that

Ends up covering a song you said you thought would fit his voice

Sees the comments of the cover wondering each one of those were yours

Masterlist | you'll probably like: unrequited love

Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | Images 1, 2 and 3

[corevibeself]

𝒲 𝒽 𝒶 𝓉 𝒟 𝑜 𝒯 𝒽 𝑒 𝓎 𝐿 𝑜 𝓋 𝑒 𝒜 𝒷 𝑜 𝓊 𝓉 𝒴 𝑜 𝓊 ?

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Ever wonder what your current or future partner loves about you?

Remember, these are general readings; not all the messages will resonate with some of you. Pick the image you're most drawn to; don't overthink it! <3

𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 1 ♥

I'm getting that this person has never met someone like you before. And like, yeah, obviously—everyone’s unique. But you guys are a bit out of the norm (not in a bad way). I'm getting Aquarius and Gemini vibes, or maybe some Uranus influence in your chart—like having Aquarius as a rising sign. It could even just be in terms of looks—like, you might be the first person they’ve dated who stands out in such a unique and fresh way.

I’m also picking up on this very innocent, childlike energy—just super youthful as a person. You have this sense of wonder about the world, like you’re open and receptive. I see you as an open book emotionally, and your face might be really animated—like, I just saw someone reacting to a surprise with this big, shocked expression. This person finds you incredibly adorable.

For some of you, you might be on the shorter side, or have this cute little baby face, or just something about you that gives off youthful vibes—and they find that so cute. I think sometimes they can’t even take you seriously HAHA. Like, I’m literally seeing you talking about something serious, and they just wanna squish your cheeks. Your relationship might be goofy af, so they never really know when to be serious hahaha XD.

If you’ve got blue or hazel eyes, they’re obsessed. They just think they’re so pretty. I also saw big, round eyes as another feature they adore about you.

There’s this one scenario I saw—you’re trying to do something, and you’re struggling, and they’re trying to help, but you insist you can do it. And they love that. Like, they love seeing you struggle?? HAHAHA Idk, they just find you adorable frll, you guys remind me of bubbles? Idk why I just got the image of bubbles, and now I'm seeing the SpongeBob movie scene where Patrick and SpongeBob are making bubbles in that one scary bar bathroom, If you haven't seen the spongebob movie pls go check out that scene cause its making me giggly, and it just may be kind of your dynamic? But take it as it resonates HAHAHA

Some of you might really love gardening or having plants inside your home. And if you’re the type to talk to your plants and name them, they LOVE that about you. There’s just something about your energy that feels so authentic, cute, and unique. You radiate a softness that makes them feel so comfortable. I'm also seeing if you paint, draw, or create things, if you're just a creative person, they love how shy you get when showing your creations, cause I saw someone with a canvas behind their backabout to show it to their partner, but like you're too shy or you're just hesitant and they love it because they're always surprised by your talent so you might humble yourself a lot and this person is like "why? you're so good!"

They might love massaging you, or maybe you massage them, but someone here has healing hands. Like, your touch genuinely heals them—it makes them feel better. And when you guys are together, they love how it feels like it’s just the two of you. Like that "no one understands us" kind of energy hahaha. They love that.

They also love how you’re always down to try new things with them. You might even be the type to plan surprises for them—again, super youthful vibes. I even thought of pranks as something you guys might do to each other—small teasing, playful energy. They just feel like they can ultimately be themselves with you.

𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 2 ♥

You guys are my intuitive pile—we got the High Priestess up in this bitchhh hahaha. They hate that you know things, but they also LOVE it. You might make this person feel like they can’t hide anything from you. I see them trusting your discerning abilities. You’re so in tune with this person that you just know when they need something. Like, this is the pile where you'll say something to them or get them something, and they’ll just be like, "How did you know I needed this?"

You make this person feel seen because you see into the deeper aspects of people. Some of you might even be witches, practicing the occult, tarot, etc. I’m also being told that some of you doubt your intuition or might be reading this thinking you’re new to all this—or maybe you’re just not even aware of the fact that they view you as so mystical. But they do, and they love this part of you.

Some of you love listening to true crime or are currently studying psychology—they love the insights you give them, the random facts you hear, and the knowledge you’ve gained. They love hearing about it. Again, this person feels seen—they feel like they can be authentic and emotionally vulnerable with you.

Whoever’s got a cat they talk to (or whoever just talks to animals in general)—they love your connection with them. They love seeing you interact with animals. Some of you might be vegan, vegetarian, or thinking about eating less animal products. I’m also getting nature witches here—or if you resonate with collecting stuff from nature, like crystals, I’m also seeing an altar. Okay, they just love your collections, is what I’m getting.

You’re not someone whose mind can be changed easily, or it’s hard to sway you. Like, you don’t let people sway you is what I got. They find that so admirable because I’m really seeing you dedicated to something you’re passionate about. And it’s not just a hobby—it’s like a lifestyle at this point.

Another message I got—you might be someone with a specific routine, like, for example, a morning routine that feels almost like a ritual—but you take it seriously, and they love that about you and the reason they do is that your person just gives me admiration vibes; they admire you, your intelligence, your intuition, your dedication to what you love, and the knowledge you carry.

Some of you even intimidated this person when y’all met—or when you will meet.

𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 3 ♥

So y’all are definitely their ideal type in literally every way—LOLLL. Incredibly hot to this person. You’re the person they’ve always wanted and searched for. It’s like they never even realized how bad they had it in past relationships until they met you—because you showed them what a good relationship is.

You nurture this person. They feel emotionally heard and cared for by you, which might be something they hadn’t felt much before. You have literally shifted their entire view on relationships and love. Like, in their mind, you’re it—you’re the last, they’re set on that.

You’re someone who isn’t afraid to speak your truth, and that has changed them—they love that about you. It’s your brutal honesty, guys. You say or do things that make this person realize a lot about themselves—you’re like a catalyst for change. And it doesn’t even have to be anything grandiose—it’s just that you do things this person hasn’t experienced in past relationships, and it’s new to them in a really good way. It’s fresh, it’s intense.

You’re not afraid to grow—in fact, you love growth. You make this person rethink things.

You also give off sensual vibes—it might be that you’re in touch with your body and how you express yourself, and that turns them on hahaha. I honestly don’t think they can see their life without you now that you’re in it.

They also love how you take their side in things—like, let’s say they’re in an argument with someone, you have their back. But at the same time, you’re fair—you’re honest, and if they’re in the wrong, you’re not afraid to say it. They love that you can hold them accountable.

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Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. <3 I was feeling a bit low energy this weekend, so my next post might be later during the week; I'm thinking next weekend, probably. Thank you for all the support I've been getting, btw, it's been insane. Thank you guys for reflecting such kindness back to me. xxxx

[dakusan]

How skz texts you when you're upset

stray kids ot8 x reader | comfort, emotional support, quiet love, soft boys with warm hearts

🌙 synopsis: you're not alone. not ever. eight boys, eight different ways of showing up when the world feels too loud. some send you memes. some send you playlists. some just send a quiet “i’m here.” when you're unraveling at the seams, they don't ask you to hold it together. they hold you instead—in texts, in voice notes, in the silence between words. this isn't about fixing you. it's about loving you exactly as you are—soft, sad, and still worth everything.

💌 a/n: hi hello yes. i promise i have a job (whilst looking for a new one) but i am also a girl with free time and nothing to do, so i write for you people. plus, i just think everyone deserves to be comforted like this, okay?? anyway. if you’ve had a hard day, I hope this felt like a warm hoodie straight from the dryer. or like… a text that says “u up?” but emotionally stable. as always, thank you for reading my little delusions 💗 p.s. i know it’s a short one but like... short and sweet, right?? i hope it’s sweet??? idk anymore 😭 p.p.s. YES I KNOW MY PIC AESTHETICS ARE WEIRD AND DON’T MATCH OR WHATEVER I’M TRYING… I SEE THE VISION IN MY HEAD OKAY THE EXECUTION JUST BE SUFFERING. leave me alone. smh. p.p.p.s no, i haven't made any songs to match this vibe. lmfao, soz •ᴖ•

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers

🎶 Now Playing: "Star Lost" — Stray Kids

Bang Chan // 방찬 the gentle leader energy

[3:14PM] Hey, angel. I know today’s rough. I won’t push, but I’m here. Want to hop on call? We can sit in silence or talk, your pace. [3:17PM] You’re not alone in this. I promise. (You wake up to a Lo-fi playlist he made just for you, titled: “for when your heart’s tired”)

Lee Know // 리노 silent acts of care

[4:52PM] What do you need? Be honest. [4:54PM] I can cook. Or just sit with you. Or send you mean messages about the universe. [5:01PM] Here. Cat pics. Instant serotonin. (He drops off warm food at your door with a post-it: “Eat. Or I’ll be annoyed. 😒”)

Changbin // 창빈 aggressively loving

[5:03PM] WHO. UPSET. YOU. [5:04PM] I will fight them. Emotionally. And maybe physically. 👊 [5:07PM] Also… I’m proud of you. For just… being you. (He sends voice notes of him beatboxing silly rhythms with your name mixed in. Pure serotonin.)

Hyunjin // 현진 the poetic soft boy

[2:27PM] It’s okay to crumble sometimes. Even stars need to rest. [2:29PM] You are still whole, even when you don’t feel it. [2:34PM] Do you want a drawing? Or a distraction? I can write you a silly haiku. (You receive a photo of a messy sketchbook page with your initials in soft florals.)

Han // 한 chaotic comfort personified

[3:59PM] I see you’re feeling like 🍞 soggy bread. [4:00PM] BUT GUESS WHAT. YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE TOAST. [4:02PM] I’m gonna spam you with memes until you smile or block me. (He sends 17 voice memos. One is a fake commercial for “Anti-Sadness Spray,” voiced by him in 4 accents.)

Felix // 필릭스 human sunshine, through and through

[1:36PM] Hey, beautiful. I felt something was off today… Do you want hugs, words, or just my presence? [1:40PM] You deserve kindness even when your mind says otherwise. (You get a video of him baking cookies, captioned: “Saving one for you, always.”)

Seungmin // 승민 realist with a warm heart

[6:18PM] I know you think you’re being dramatic. You’re not. [6:21PM] Want comfort or tough love? [6:25PM] You’re handling more than most would. Let yourself feel it. (He sends a carefully curated playlist titled: “not okay, but surviving.”)

I.n // 아이엔 the shy but intuitive one

[5:40PM] Hey… are you okay? You don’t have to answer. Just wanted you to know I care. [5:46PM] Do you want to watch something later? I’ll even pretend not to hate romcoms. [5:49PM] You matter to me. Just… wanted to say that. (You later find out he stayed up playing your comfort game just to send you tips.)

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I just imagined if batchild who favored Tim being Bruce bio-child. Damian so jealous and angry because his blood sibling chose Drake over him? This is too personal. Poor Tim will not have peace. I can imagine Damian trying to prove himself to his little sibling.

But the question is, does Damian even really give a flying fuck about this kid? Or does he just hate Tim and wants to destroy any ounce of happiness this boy has? Questions. Questions. Questions. lol.

Idk I love Damian being a little shit,,, he's something a little silly

Yes, Damian will terrorize Tim over this. He has such bad emotional regulation and he doesn't fully understand why he's so angry. He doesn't particularly like children and all their crying and babbling..they're stupid and useless...

But it peeves him so much seeing Tim take on such a prominent older brother role in their life. Tim is tainting the kid, he's not teaching them properly. A child should be held this way, it should be taught this, you need to do this. That is what his mother did to ensure his proper development so it must be right!

I can just imagine Damian cringing at all the baby talk and stupid games Tim plays with them. At first he's such a hate watcher of them. He'll be in the corner of the room, glaring daggers into them. "hmph they're perfect for each other. Dumb and even dumber. Guess which is which..." He snickers in his mind

Then he resorts to insulting Tim and micro-managing him. His baby siblings doesn't need to play with rattles, they need to be doing more intensive activities....Ughh.. They're being so stunned right now.

Then...slowly when no one is watching, he might speak to it. He doesn't get down on the floor with his sibling, he's just looking down at 'em and low-key shit talking. They piss him off so much but still he's at a lost for why?? Why does he seem to care about them and their upbringing so much when he hates them?

It isn't until Tim leaves for a mission or something when Damian *attempts* to hold and play with batchild. The child just looked so pitiful that he felt compelled to entertain them. Batchild starts to unexpectedly grow on him...eventually he starts kind of...loving them...? He feels warm when they smile at him...and an intense passion to protect them...

He's shy about it but Damian is obsessed with that damn baby. He won't try to draw attention to it but that is his baby now.

He can't help but to feel so possessive over them too, he'll cross his arms and huff when someone picks them up...he's stealing them back after five minutess...

But here's where the issue arises, Damian finally is feeling super close with batchild and has created this secret bond that no one else understands. He's done this oath with them in a pillow fort and everything, he's confidently believes that he's the new favorite sibling.

"Okay, Now we will drink this grape juice as we are solidified as true bloods of the Wayne bloodline..."

*intense babbles and clapping*

"Yes, our superior lineage is something to celebrate."

But then Tim comes back and batchild completely forgets about Damian and rushes to Tim. Even refusing to be held by Damian later on. His heart is crushed and to him this is the ultimate betrayal.

If Tim didn't have peace before, he really won't have it now. Like Damian wants to duel over this, it's that serious to him.

The pure venom that Damian spews is so fucked up that I cannot even repeat it. Like Tim is worried for his safety at this point.

Damien would definitely steal batchild out of their crib at night and take them into one of the unused rooms in another wing of the manor. It's fully decorated with tons of things batchild loves, all necessities...even has tons of snacks and a fridge with goodies. Damian is fully prepared to be the sole provider for this baby. lmaoo. He's hiding this kid out there for a good couple of hours before everyone realizes where the two of them are.

Damian is fighting hard to keep from them taking batchild...but is defeated when batchild sees Tim and goes

"Timmy!!" and tries running to him. It's so hilarious. Damian is at his wits end. He's never going to stop though until he's number one. Even if "Timmy" has to go.

Dami is the most un-serious-serious person on the planet.

[seungcheorry]

Could you do the members reaction to another’s members relationship? Like how the members interact with another’s s/o!! Idk why but I just had a thought of the members snickering at seungcheol being babied by his s/o in front of everyone, especially if he was being all “big and scary leader” before they came it.

how svt members interact with another's member s/o:

seungcheol - tries to be his cutest being, which isn't that hard. he's very polite, and he's the most likely member to call others out when they start to tease the couple (i.e let's say seungkwan and dokyeom are teasing wonwoo because he's with his s/o; seungcheol will tell them off, or just give them THEE leader side eye).

jeonghan - a fine line between teasing and being really chill. he will probably tell the member's s/o a funny story or two, especially if we're talking about the youngest members here (or mingyu, he just loves to mess with mingyu). but jeonghan also knows when to stop, his kind soul would never let the banter go way too far.

joshua - a gentleman. what more can i say? he doesn't play around - he might laugh if any of the members do, but that's about it. most likely to befriend a member's s/o too, because joshua doesn't like when people feel left out so he might engage in conversations with them and- oh, you like that band? that's crazy, he likes it too! and you know who recommended? your boyfriend! wow, life is crazy, isn't it?

jun - shyyy, shy boy. jun could never be rude to someone, especially someone one of his members love, but don't expect him to befriend them or something (at least not if they weren't friends already). he will answer and chat with them in social gatherings, but other than that he's just a quiet, comfortable acquaintace.

soonyoung - if you expected me to say that this boy will be talking and laughing 24/7 and a menace, you're wrong. soonyoung draws the line when it comes to relationship - he knows things are always hectic for everyone in the group, so whenever he sees one of his members with their s/o he just warmly smiles to himself and let them be. will probably befriend some of them though, but that's about it. don't count on him to tease or anything.

wonwoo - it really depends. he's probably very much like soonyoung, but if we're talking about mingyu's s/o then that might be a bit different. they're always together, so wonwoo will probably grow fond of that person, feel comfortable around them. other than that, i don't see him being too chatty, too "i gotta be bffs with them", you know?

jihoon - okay, at this point i feel like i'm repeating myself. the entire 96 line will act similar, so it wouldn't be different with jihoon. he might joke around a bit more than the others at some point (let's say, one of his members is with that person for many years now), because he will see them as family. but that's about it, i guess.

seokmin - oh, seokmin is the cutest. he can be quite shy around them, especially if they're the s/o to one of his hyungs, but his charm will help him befriend them. always has that sweet smile on his face, and doesn't shy away to tease his members with kisses and hugs in front of their s/o. "ya, why won't you let me kiss you? is it because your partner is here?". good luck to seventeen, i guess.

mingyu - too shy to tease. mingyu will probably be that person who will quietly laugh at the jokes thrown at the couple, and maybe call out the member if it goes too far too. but don't be scared, he's the most likely member to befriend the members' partners too, right beside joshua, so engage in a conversation with him and in two business months, he'll be hiding behind you as he runs away from one of his hyungs at a gathering.

minghao - it really depends on the type of person. if minghao clicks with the s/o, then he's gonna talk to them and try to befriend, even joking a little with a "ya, you better not let them go, you hear me?" to his member. if he doesn't click, then of course he's gonna be polite overall, but don't expect him to engage in conversations or joke around.

seungkwan - a teaser, but in a good way. seungkwan will probably throw some light jokes to the couple only so the s/o can feel comfortable around him, to light up the mood, you know? seungkwan is very friendly and an entertainer to the core, so he tries his best to befriend or at least make the s/o feel at home because if they are important to any of his brothers then he thinks they deserve to feel at ease too.

vernon - vernon is one of the members who would take the longest to warm up to someone's s/o. not because he doesn't like them, but because vernon seems like the type of person who's really careful about the people he let into his life. he's always polite, would gladly hold a conversation with them on a gathering (especially if we're talking abou seungkwan's s/o), but that's about it, i guess. he will only truly befriend them after the relationship is going for a long time.

chan - my pretty, little polite boy. he will act like the younger brother he already is, initiating a conversation with them as soon as he has the chance, but being so careful not to make them feel overwhelmed (especially if there is another member trying to tease the couple or whatever). chan knows how his brothers can get sometimes.

[chewnotchoke]

in the warmth of your touch,

— boynextdoor with a s/o who feels cold

requested by anon <3 idk if a similar fic was written prior to this but pls do let me know if there is

comments are highly appreciated! also been a while since i last posted so i hope u enjoy this one!

sungho

𓍯 it was your first time sharing a bed with sungho. you snuggle into yourself, but you still feel an icy breeze along your back, and the room is colder than you anticipated. you know every inch between you and sungho, who is laying only on the opposite side, so you don't want to move too much.

it's not quite enough to have a blanket drawn firmly around your shoulders. you wonder whether he feels the same hesitancy because he hasn't said anything yet, likely in an attempt to settle in. but before you can say anything, you feel his arm extend and his touch lightly rest on your shoulder.

“i think it’ll drive me crazy if i’m not closer than this to you.” sungho says close to your ear. the softness of the moment, the way his hand rests on your arm, and the silent comfort in the gap between you are all that's left. under a blanket that is too tiny, the two of you are feeling warmer than ever.

riwoo

𓍯 maybe going on a walk on a cold night was a bad idea. you didn’t bring any sweater with you to warm you up, and your clothes were almost thin. the breeze was crisp and unexpected on an april night. worse, you were walking side by side with riwoo.

“you look cold. do you want my jacket?”

you declined, knowing it would be bad for him if he tries to make you warm. it’s been a while since you started dating but you still couldn’t help but get shy around him. his kindness makes you fluster, only because you like him that much. he noticed how you kept trying to bring your arms closer to your body to summon any warmth left.

before you knew it, like an embrace, his jacket was enveloped around your shoulders. the wind made it easier to smell his scent on the fabric. from behind, riwoo then wrapped his arms on your shoulders as he draws you closer to him.

“we could stay like this longer if you want.”

and both of you were giggling because he didn’t want to let go of you while walking. flirtatious glances accompanied every step, and your breath was audible in the cold air, fitting in with the playful conversation that seemed to revolve around you two.

jaehyun

𓍯 would be the type to make cheesy comments because he's actually shy about holding your hand and his cheeks are tinted with a faint blush. "you know you don't need to buy hand warmers because you already have me, right?" he says. your fingers are intertwined with each other and he adds, "other people can't find a hand warmer like me!" he grins. you'd laugh at his remark and say "so you're like my personal hand warmer then?"

"yeah, i'm yours only." both of you would laugh at each other's cheesy comments, warming up your hand even more like how much his laugh and smile warms up your heart. he loves playing with your hand, and makes more comments to conceal his shyness.

he doesn't tell you he likes it when you feel colder because then it's his chance to hold you closer to him. he'd ask you if your body feels cold too so you could snuggle together and wrap his arms around your waist.

taesan

𓍯 taesan gets more flirty because he loves the feel of your touch when you use his face to warm up your hands. on a study date you had with him, he reached out to your hands and noticed they were cold.

“can i make use of that pretty face to warm me up?” you asked, a smile crept onto his face. he was holding your hand and slowly bringing it to his face. you couldn't resist grinning as your palm touched taesan’s cheek and the warmth that radiated from him seemed like a soft sunshine.

taesan wasn't finished yet, though. he closed his eyes for a second, perhaps enjoying the sensation as he leaned into your contact and pushed your hand closer.

with a low voice, he whispered, "you don't realize how good this feels."

you move a few strand of his hair away from his face asking, “like it that much?” he opens his eyes to meet yours before replying “i love it so much i could fall asleep like this.”

leehan

𓍯 at a cafe, you were staying with your boyfriend leehan for food. "baby, it's getting a little colder here." you were slightly shivering from the breeze of the air conditioner despite being wrapped with a long-sleeved shirt and thick denim pants. leehan watches you while you barely couldn't smile from the cold freezing air.

"i told you to order something hot like coffee." leehan holds both of your shoulders, making you face him. he starts rubbing his palms in an exaggerated motion, trying to summon warmth.

he leans in as he cups your face with his hands, warm like a furnace as it dissolves the chill settled on your cheeks. being the playful guy that he is, he lightly squeezed your face, filling his expression with a teasing laugh. "better?" he grins.

"stop making fun of me."

"it's okay, you're cute."

woonhak

𓍯 woonhak would be the type to take your hand and put it inside his pocket. woonhak slowly pulls your hands apart as his fingers discover yours. he silently puts your hands in his coat pockets while keeping his own hands firmly in place. with his thumb making soft circles on your skin, he occasionally squeezes your hand. the subtlety of it makes you wonder if he even recognizes what he's doing.

a grin forms in your face, realizing how bold he is but his pink cheeks were still visible. he doesn’t let go, not even when you finally stop shivering.

there's a pleasant, familiar smell of his cologne that hovers between you. now that he's near enough, you can feel his soft breath and his presence enveloping you like an invisible blanket. the gentle curve of woonhak’s lips and the faint flush on his cheeks that intensifies when he knows you're observing him are visible when you dare to look up.

“like it so bad when i hold your hand like this you can’t even stop looking at me, huh?” he teases you

[bombiikki]

𐙚⋆.˚　────  baller °｡⋆⸜

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ – non idol!haerin x fem!reader !!

synopsis: you weren’t really interested in basketball, even though your best friend was the star player. but, you got dragged to one game and now you’ve somehow ended up stuck between a sketchbook and a shy basketball player who doesn’t know how to flirt back.

contains: just a whole lotta fluff, baller!haerin, artsy!reader, minji the matchmaker, also minji being a real flirtatious friend, jealous haerin(?), shes js confused, idk she also js doesnt want to homewreck, except it was js all a misunderstanding

wc: 6.9k

a/n: this is js a short lil fluff one shot as an apology for that angst spidey!r fic 😓😓and also cuz the idea has been in the corner of my mind for like a while now! i was gonna draw haerin for this fic too but then i forgot im rlly ass cheeks at realism and also traditional art...... this is like also js a quick midnight whip up so ya FIRE

the buzzer screamed like something feral, sharp and electric in your ears.

you flinched—only a little—clutching your sketchbook tighter against your ribs as a blur of jerseys exploded onto the court. sneakers squeaked in wild rhythm, like they were trying to beatbox, like they had something urgent to say and no time to say it. the ball bounced sharp and fast, like a second heartbeat you could feel in your teeth.

you didn’t know the rules. couldn’t name a single play. but still—you liked the chaos. liked the movement, the noise, the electricity of it all. it was loud, sure, but it was alive.

and there was minji, right in the center of it, grinning like she had the whole damn game wrapped around her finger.

you snorted. of course she was thriving.

her ponytail cracked behind her like a whip as she darted past someone twice her size and made a shot that sent the crowd into an explosion of cheers. she turned as she jogged back, pointed directly at you, and winked.

show-off.

“you better cheer for me,” she had told you earlier, arm slung lazily over your shoulder. “i’ll be watching.”

“why would i cheer for you?” you’d asked with a smirk. “you’re not even my favorite player.”

her jaw had dropped. “rude. disrespectful. hurtful.”

“and yet,” you’d said, flipping a pencil behind your ear, “you’ll still buy me a slushie after you win.”

“...i hate how well you know me.”

you didn’t care much about the sport. that hadn’t changed. but you came because minji asked, and because she was your friend—your irritating, dramatic, endlessly flirty best friend who you matched beat for beat. your banter was practically its own sport.

you found a seat near the back of the bleachers, where the noise felt like it was buzzing just beneath your skin. people shouted and whooped around you, but you weren’t watching them.

you cracked open your sketchbook, flipping past familiar doodles and half-finished pieces. maybe you’d draw the ceiling. maybe some rando in the front row. maybe you’d just watch minji and roast her later.

and then—you saw her.

number fifteen.

you didn’t know her name, but it didn’t matter. she was the kind of girl you noticed right away. not because she wanted you to—she didn’t strut or smile or perform for the crowd. no, she moved like she didn’t care who was watching. like her thoughts were three steps ahead of everyone else on the court.

she wasn’t flashy, not like minji. she didn’t smile much. didn’t even talk, from what you could tell. she moved with this sharp, quiet precision that made you lean forward, made your fingers twitch toward your pencil.

she was... cool. not the curated, instagram kind. the accidental kind. the kind that just was.

smoke, you thought. that’s what she was. not fire like minji—smoke. calm and clever and a little bit dangerous.

you stared. and then you started sketching.

your pencil moved fast, carving out the slope of her shoulders, the line of her arms as she jumped. you caught the way her hair slipped loose from her ponytail, how it curled damp against her forehead. you sketched the look on her face—concentrated, unreadable.

god. she didn’t even know she was captivating. that was the worst part.

you leaned back a little, tapping your pencil to your lip, grinning to yourself.

minji made another shot and pointed at you again, her grin bright and smug.

you pointed your pencil back at her, raised your brows, and mouthed, “mid.”

she gasped like she’d been physically wounded and nearly tripped over her own feet trying to yell at you.

you laughed, turned the page slightly, and went right back to sketching number fifteen.

you drew her over and over—her reaching, her landing, her turning with barely-there glances. you didn’t even know what position she played. you just knew she made the court look like a stage.

and you liked her better than the game.

by the time the final buzzer rang, your sketch was nearly done. rough, fast, but good. and it felt like her. sharp edges. soft shadows. something untouchable, but real. something that made you feel like you knew her a little—even though you didn’t.

not yet.

the team huddled together on the court, shouting and laughing and slapping each other’s backs. minji blew you a kiss. you caught it with exaggerated flair and stuck your tongue out.

she motioned for you to come down.

you hesitated—just long enough to glance at the sketch in your lap. then you stood.

sketchbook in hand, smirk on your face.

you didn’t just walk toward the court.

you stalked toward something you already knew you wanted to claim.

you made your way down the bleachers with easy steps, sketchbook hugged to your chest like it was carrying something holy. the crowd buzzed around you, warm with leftover excitement, the court still echoing with stomps and laughter.

minji spotted you the second your foot hit the gym floor. her smile stretched wide—too wide, like she was planning something.

“look who came running down to see me,” she purred, pressing her cheek dramatically against yours. “can’t stay away, huh?”

you rolled your eyes but leaned into it, your smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “you’re literally sweating all over me.”

“aw, i knew you liked it.”

you snorted, elbowed her gently in the ribs. “down, casanova.”

from across the court, number fifteen was watching. not openly. not obviously. but her gaze flicked toward you and lingered. just for a moment. long enough to notice how close you and minji were standing. long enough for her to blink and look away like she hadn’t been staring at all.

your eyes followed her as she leaned down to grab a water bottle, her movements quiet and neat. she didn’t speak to anyone. just sat, elbows on her knees, eyes on the floor.

“hey,” you murmured, still watching. “what’s number fifteen’s name?”

minji raised a brow. “asking for a friend?”

“sure,” you said dryly, “a very attractive, extremely talented, devilishly charming friend.”

she cackled, loud and wicked, tightening her arm around your shoulders. “you’ve got a little crush, huh?”

you tilted your head, smirking. “you jealous?”

her mouth dropped open. “you—no! i mean—wait, why does that actually hurt a little—”

“you flirt with everyone, min. it’s bound to catch up to you eventually.”

“okay, rude.”

you both laughed, easy and unbothered, wrapped in the kind of closeness that came from years of teasing each other into the dirt and calling it love.

minji finally nodded toward haerin. “her name’s haerin. she’s kinda... judging-cat energy.”

“judging-cat energy,” you repeated. “you’re just saying that because she hasn’t smiled at you.”

“no, seriously. she’s super quiet. barely talks. always has this blank little face like she’s judging everyone. but once she gets used to you...” she trailed off, thoughtful. “she’s actually really nice. in a weird, ‘i’ll sit beside you in complete silence and somehow it’s comforting’ kind of way.”

you looked back at haerin.

yeah. that sounded about right.

“she’s not anything like me,” minji quickly addded

“thank god.”

“hey!”

you grinned.

“want me to play matchmaker?” she offered, nudging you gently. “i could go full cupid. set the scene. light a candle. fake a sprained ankle, make her carry you to the nurse’s office.”

“no, don’t worry about it min,” you said, slowly. “i got this.”

she blinked. “oh?”

“i mean, come on.” you wiggled your brows. “look at me.”

“unfortunately.”

you stuck your tongue out at her and pulled away, your sketchbook tucked under your arm. your fingers were buzzing. not from nerves, exactly—more like anticipation. you weren’t the type to hold back when something felt right. and haerin, quiet and unbothered and ridiculously beautiful in the way an overcast sky is beautiful, felt like something worth chasing.

you stopped in front of her, just a few feet away. she looked up, eyes slow and steady, sweat-damp hair clinging to her temple.

“hey,” you said, voice light but sure.

haerin blinked. “…hi.”

“you were really good out there,” you said, nodding toward the court. “you play like it’s easy.”

a pause.

she tilted her head like she hadn’t quite heard you right. she sort of looked like a cat hearing a strange sound. her brows drew together just the tiniest bit. she pointed to herself with a questioning glance. 

“…me?”

you bit back a smile. “well, yes. you.”

her ears went a little red. it was cute.

and then you opened your sketchbook and turned it around so she could see.

haerin stared.

her eyes flicked over the page—over herself, sketched in movement, caught mid-jump, mid-breath, mid-magic. your pencil had caught the furrow in her brow, the way her fingers curved, the exact way her ponytail swayed behind her. it was rough. rushed. but it was her.

“you—” she said, and then stopped.

you raised a brow. “what? don’t like it?”

“no!” her voice pitched higher than she meant it to, and she winced. “i mean. yes. i mean—” she coughed. and then—very softly, very awkwardly—she said, “you… did this? for me?”

“yes, for you,” you said, like it was obvious. because it was.

she looked down again, blinking rapidly. her ears were pink. her entire posture had shifted—smaller now, somehow, like she didn’t know what to do with her limbs. she rubbed the back of her neck. tried and failed to speak again. finally settled on—

“…cool.”

you laughed, flipping the sketchbook back around. “you’re terrible at flirting.”

she looked personally offended. “i wasn’t flirting.”

“exactly.”

she opened her mouth, then closed it again, fidgeting with the hem of her shorts.

you scribbled something quickly on the bottom corner of the page, tore the drawing from your sketchbook, and held it out to her.

“here,” you said. “keep it.”

she reached out like she thought it might vanish if she moved too fast. her fingers brushed yours. they were warm and a little shaky.

before she could say anything else—before her brain could short-circuit—you were already walking away, your grin hidden beneath the swing of your hair.

haerin looked down at the drawing again.

and there, scribbled in your quick, looping handwriting at the bottom corner:

text me sometime. xxx-xxx-xxxx.

her fingers curled around the paper, her heart stumbling somewhere stupid in her chest.

haerin hadn’t let go of the drawing all night.

she took it home carefully, like it might crumble if the wind touched it wrong. she didn’t fold it. didn’t dare roll it. she held it flat against her chest on the bus ride home, fingers curled tight around the paper’s edges, heart thudding like a loose drum in a quiet room.

it wasn’t just good. it wasn’t just flattering.

it was… seen.

the kind of seen that made her throat close up a little, like maybe someone had figured her out. the way you sketched her—quiet but alert, all elbows and sharp turns, the way she melted into the game without saying a word—it felt like you knew. like you’d been watching with something other than your eyes.

and there, at the bottom, your number.

she stared at it like it was a dare.

that night, after everyone else in her house had gone to sleep, haerin lay on her stomach with the drawing beside her and her phone in her hand. her room was dark but soft, a tiny lamp glowing in the corner. 

she opened her contacts. stared at the empty “name” field.

she hesitated. then typed: 

art girl

and below it, your number—just sitting there, glowing softly in her dark room.

her thumbs hovered over the keyboard. she typed:

hi. it’s haerin :)

then deleted it. then typed it again. then stared at it like it might bite.

she didn’t want to send it. not yet. not until she was sure.

she thought about your smile. the way you looked at her when you said, you’re really pretty and play well. the sketch. the soft curve of your laugh. and then—

then she thought about minji.

she thought of you laughing with minji. that casual, familiar way you leaned into her. the playful smirk she gave you. the hand around your waist. the banter that felt easy and built on something old.

haerin’s stomach twisted.

she couldn’t do that. couldn’t throw herself between something that looked like love—even if it wasn’t love. 

minji was her friend. one of the few who understood the rhythm of basketball, who stuck around even when haerin didn’t talk much. minji had defended her in practice when someone called her a ghost. had looped an arm around her once and said, you don’t gotta talk. just ball.

haerin would never try to mess with that. not even for you.

so she deleted the text. shoved her phone under her pillow and closed her eyes like that would quiet her heart.

the next game came faster than she expected.

you were there. you were always there now, like something warm and steady. sketchbook balanced on your knees, pencil dancing in your fingers. she caught sight of you once—only once—but it sent her pulse into overdrive.

so she didn’t look again. didn’t wave. didn’t smile.

not until she could be sure. not until she could ask.

and after the game, when you lingered by the edge of the court, eyes scanning the sea of jerseys, she slipped past the benches and vanished into the locker room like a ghost.

but minji? minji was already watching.

she found haerin five minutes later, crouched by the water fountain like she might disappear into the floor tiles if she stayed still enough.

“okay,” minji said, voice light but dangerous. “what was that?”

haerin blinked at her. “what?”

“don’t play dumb with me. y/n was waiting. you saw her. you did that little pretend-you-didn’t-see-anything shuffle you always do when you panic.”

haerin frowned. “i didn’t panic.”

“right,” minji said, leaning against the wall like she had all day. “and i’m not devastatingly hot.”

“you’re not,” haerin mumbled.

minji gasped. “how dare you. slander.”

haerin cracked a small smile but looked away.

minji narrowed her eyes. “seriously though, what’s up with you? you’ve been all squirrelly since last game.”

haerin stiffened. “no i haven’t.” 

“...okay,” minji said, folding her arms. “then why’d you run off after the game? y/n was looking for you.” 

haerin blinked. looked away. 

minji tilted her head. “wait—are you ignoring her?” 

“i’m not ignoring her,” haerin said quickly. “i just—i thought you two were… y’know. together.” a pause.

minji stared at her. blinked. then burst out laughing—loud and delighted, like this was the funniest thing she’d heard all week.

“oh my god,” she wheezed. “me? and y/n?”

haerin looked down. “…you’re close.”

“we’re always like that, because she’s my best friend. we flirt for fun. it's a bit—a hobby. it’s called performance art.”

haerin’s face was burning. “i just thought…”

“you really thought i’d keep flirting with other girls if we were dating?” minji made a dramatic face. “y/n would murder me. no trial. straight to jail.”

haerin tried to look casual, failed spectacularly. “…i wasn’t sure.”

“you thought i was gonna be like, ‘hey haerin, nice drawing you got from my girlfriend’?” minji said, nearly doubled over from laughing. “god, you’re so tragic.”

haerin rubbed the back of her neck, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor like it held the secrets of the universe. “i just didn’t want to mess anything up.”

“haerin,” minji said, gently this time. she nudged her shoulder. “you’re not messing anything up. if anything, you’ve been ghosting someone who clearly likes you. that’s the real crime.”

haerin winced. “i didn’t mean to ghost. i just… panicked.”

minji hummed. “you panic a lot, huh?”

“only when people draw me like i’m something worth looking at.”

that made minji pause. her teasing softened into something warmer.

“well, maybe she sees something you don’t.”

haerin shrugged. “she doesn’t even know me.”

“okay, but she saw you on the court and drew you like it mattered. you know how rare that is? that’s not ‘just flirting.’ that’s something.”

haerin didn’t respond. her heart was pounding too loud. she thought about how carefully you’d held your sketchbook, how your eyes tracked every movement like you were learning a new language.

“to think y/n could pull,” minji said, grinning widely. “this is really adorable. were you jealous of me?”

“no,” haerin muttered. “just… confused.”

“well, it’s time to get un-confused,” minji said, clapping her on the shoulder. 

and then haerin said, very quietly, “well, i saved her number.”

“oh?” minji perked up like a cat catching movement. “what’s she saved as?”

haerin mumbled it into her hoodie.

“what was that?” minji leaned in, grinning like the gremlin she was. “say it louder, rinnie.”

“…art girl,” haerin muttered, ears bright red.

minji made a loud, delighted noise. “you’re so done for. this is perfect.”

haerin let out a little laugh, half shy and half suffering. “i’m not good at this.”

“you don’t have to be,” minji said. “she likes bold, yeah, but she also likes sincere. just be awkward and real. it’s cute.”

haerin side-eyed her. “you sure?”

“haerin,” minji said, deadpan. “she gave you her number. me, she gave an eye-roll and a sarcastic thumbs up. trust me, you’re winning.”

haerin thought about the way your fingers danced when you talked. the way you’d looked at her, not just like she was interesting—but like you already knew the shape of her. like you’d memorised it.

“…okay,” she said, voice small but firm. “okay. maybe i’ll text her.”

minji beamed. “that’s the spirit.”

haerin glanced down at her phone again, thumb hovering just above your contact. the name still read art girl, and she smiled despite herself.

she didn’t text you that night.

but the drawing was still taped up on her mirror, right where the sunrise would hit it. and this time, she didn’t look away.

three days had passed. no text. no “thank you.” no “hi.” not even a single emoji.

you told yourself it was fine. 

people get drawings all the time. people forget. people get busy.

maybe she’d lost your number. maybe her phone was broken. maybe—god—for all you knew, she was on a secret government mission and couldn’t risk communication. you laughed at that one, but it came out hollow.

but you were trying hard not to lose it.

your sketchbook stayed open on your desk. the page you’d drawn her on was long gone, but your fingers kept tracing shapes that looked like her. cat eyes. soft hair. shoulders that curved inward like she was always listening to something the world couldn’t hear.

maybe she hated it. maybe she laughed. maybe she threw it away the moment you walked off.

you tried to convince yourself it didn’t matter.

but it did.

your phone sat beside you, screen off, but it felt loud in the silence.

you tried to read. tried to draw. tried to nap. nothing stuck.

finally, with a dramatic sigh, you threw yourself down next to minji on the floor of her room and groaned into her pillow.

“what now,” she said, not even looking up from her phone.

you rolled over, face smushed. “she hasn’t texted me.”

minji paused. looked down at you. then dropped her phone and flopped backwards like someone had shot her in the chest. “oh my god. again with this.”

“i’m being ghosted, minji.”

“you are not being ghosted,” she said, eyes closed. "well, not really.”

“she’s shy, okay?” she continued. “she probably stared at your number for an hour and panicked.”

“she didn’t have to panic,” you muttered, flopping beside her. “i literally handed her a compliment on paper.”

minji peeked one eye open. “...you’re spiraling, huh?”

“a little,” you mumbled. “maybe a lot.”

“dude,” minji said, patting your arm like you were on your deathbed, “haerin thought you and i were dating. she’s emotionally constipated. give her a sec.”

you blinked. “wait. she thought we were—”

“yes,” minji said, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “apparently i’m so charming that our friendship reads as romantic. tragic, really.”

you snorted. “we do flirt a lot.”

“we flirt like siblings,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “which makes her confusion even funnier.”

you didn’t answer, just stared up at the ceiling.

minji sat up, grabbing her phone again. “she likes you, you know.”

you sighed. “how do you know?”

“because she saved you in her contacts as art girl.”

you turned to look at her in utter disbelief. “what?”

“oops,” minji grinned. “was i not supposed to tell you that?”

before you could respond, your phone buzzed beside you.

your heart stopped.

you stared at the screen like it might disappear if you breathed too hard.

unknown numberhey it’s haerin i liked the drawing and the compliment

you sat straight up, heart punching your ribs from the inside.

you reread the message five times. and then again. it was short. simple. but somehow, it made your chest feel like it had bloomed.

minji peeked at your face. “...did she finally text?”

you nodded slowly.

minji threw a hand in the air like she’d won the lottery. “hallelujah.”

and that’s how it started.

just some quiet messages on a thursday night.

art girl ure welcome! i meant everything i said btw u played really well last game too. haerin thank you i was nervous i didn’t see you after the game. art girl yeah…. cuz u disappeared. haerin oh. yeah.. i panicked.

you both laughed about it—digitally, awkward little “lol”s that somehow felt real.

and then the days kept moving, but slower now. gentler.

the texts trickled in like rain on windowpanes.

you talked in the quiet hours, when everything felt softer and words came easier. she once asked if you always sketched during games. you told her you only drew what caught your eye.

she didn’t say anything to that for a few minutes. and then—

haerin oh. thank you.

you started sending her your drawings. not just of her, but little things too—crumpled shoes, soft sunsets, a half-drawn cat in a box.

she sent back songs. calming piano pieces, sleepy vocals. sometimes she sent blurry photos of her actual cat, who always looked like he hated her.

haerin he loves me he just doesn’t know how to show it art girl relatable

one night, just past midnight, she sent a picture of your sketch. taped neatly to the corner of a mirror, edges curling just a little.

haerin i put the drawing on my wallit catches the morning light

you didn’t know what to say to that so you sent a little heart. just one.

and she sent one back.

neither of you said it. not out loud. not yet. but it was there—in the way she asked how your day went, in the way you sent a picture of your chipped pencil and said it was her fault.

art girl breaking pencils over you smh haerin sorry :( should i buy you new ones? art girl only if u walk into the art store like “which pencil says i like a girl but i’m also painfully awkward” haerin oh… i think that one might be sold out

you smiled into your pillow. everything about her made you feel like you were drawing in the margins of something bigger.

then, one quiet afternoon, your phone lit up with a new one.

haerin there’s a game friday you know… if you wanna come no pressure

as if you hadn’t been at every game since the first.

you grinned.

art girl yeah. i’d love to.

and maybe you were imagining it—but you could almost feel her smile through the screen.

the gym felt louder this time.

maybe it was the crowd, packed tighter than usual, voices bouncing off the walls like thunder. maybe it was the pep band, snare drums rattling through your ribs. maybe it was just your heart, thudding steady and stupid in your ears.

you stood near the bleachers, sketchbook tucked under your arm like a shield, trying not to fidget. the air smelled like polished floors and sweat and sugar from the concession stand. it buzzed with something electric.

and then you saw her.

haerin, already in uniform—shoulders squared, ponytail swaying as she jogged across the court. her jersey was a little too big, hanging loose over her frame, but she moved like it didn’t matter. like the fabric belonged to her. like the court was hers too.

you raised a hand in a small wave.

she glanced up.

and her eyes caught yours.

for a second, she froze.

you smiled, unsure, and lifted your hand again—smaller this time, soft at the wrist, like you were saying hi without trying to startle a bird.

and then—slowly, almost shyly—she smiled back.

it was small. but it was real. and it hit you like a ripple in still water.

next to her, minji caught it. saw the whole thing. she elbowed haerin hard in the ribs, grinning wide. haerin stumbled, scowled, and shoved her back with a face pink enough to match the team’s colors. minji winked. haerin rolled her eyes like she regretted everything.

and then the whistle blew.

the game began.

haerin moved the way she always did—quiet but commanding, like her body knew the choreography and her mind was already three steps ahead. she cut across the court, passed sharp, pivoted like gravity couldn’t quite catch her.

but tonight… there was something different. there was something new in the way she drove toward the basket, the way her eyes flicked to the stands just before each shot. a quiet urgency. like she was trying to say something without words.

because you were there. and she knew it.

when the final buzzer rang and her team took the win, the gym erupted—cheers rising like fireworks, stomps shaking the bleachers. players swarmed each other, arms thrown over shoulders, sweat-slicked and glowing.

but haerin didn’t linger.

she ran a towel over the back of her neck, nodded once at something minji said, and then slipped away toward the locker room with her head down and heart racing.

you waited outside the hallway, just a little past the “authorised personnel only” sign, pretending you weren’t pacing. the sketchbook was still against your chest. your palms were damp.

you told yourself it was no big deal. but your hands said otherwise.

when haerin finally appeared, she looked like she hadn’t expected you to still be there.

her hair was damp, curling slightly at the ends. her face flushed from the game. jersey half-off, draped over one shoulder. her expression flickered from surprise to something softer—nervous, maybe.

“hey,” you said first, voice quiet. “you were amazing.”

haerin smiled, breathing still a little shaky. “thanks.”

the hallway was warm and a little too quiet. you could hear the muffled echo of the team celebrating in the locker room behind her. but here, between you two, the air felt fragile. like glass.

she looked at you for a long moment.

really looked.

and in that moment, it felt like she was memorising something. the set of your mouth, the line of your shoulders, the way your fingers curled around your sketchbook like it held your whole heart inside.

“i’m… really glad you came,” she said finally. “and, um. thanks again. for the drawing. and the texts. and everything.”

you tilted your head slightly. “you don’t have to keep thanking me.”

“i know,” she murmured, looking down. “i just don’t know what else to say.”

you smiled, gentle and sure. “you could say yes.”

her eyes flicked up. brows furrowed. “to what?”

you lifted the sketchbook slightly. your fingers brushed the corner. “to letting me draw you again. maybe not during a game this time.”

haerin blinked. her breath caught just a little.

“somewhere quieter,” you added, careful. “maybe… over coffee?”

her ears went pink instantly. her hands tensed like she’d been bracing for something—like maybe she thought you’d ask for too much or see too much—and instead landed in something soft. something good.

she looked down, laughing once under her breath, shy and disbelieving. then she looked up again, steadier this time.

“yeah,” she said. “you can draw me again.”

you stepped just a little closer, not too much, and your fingers brushed hers—barely there. not a grab, not a hold. just a hello in skin.

neither of you moved away.

and in the soft space between your hand and hers, in the hallway full of fluorescent light and leftover noise, it didn’t matter that you didn’t know what came next.

it only mattered that she’d said yes.

you met at a little coffee shop tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore. the kind of place that felt like it had always been there—weathered signs, chipped mugs, chairs that wobbled just enough to be endearing. it smelled like cinnamon, warm bread, and steamed milk, like someone had bottled up a rainy day and left it there to steep.

a bell jingled overhead when you walked in, soft and cheerful. the barista behind the counter had sleepy eyes and too many pins on her apron—tiny frogs, tiny ghosts, a crooked heart that said “meh.” she barely looked up from the register, but the music playing low through the speakers—some lo-fi beat wrapped in jazz—seemed to greet you anyway.

and there was haerin.

she was standing awkwardly near the pick-up counter, holding two drinks with both hands like they might slip right through her fingers. her hoodie was slightly too big, her hair pulled back but already falling loose, and her eyes darted from her shoes to the menu to the people behind her, like she was trying to be invisible in plain sight.

your heart did something soft.

you walked over, easy steps, and took the drink from her gently.

“you remembered my order,” you said, a little impressed, a little surprised.

haerin blinked at you like she hadn’t expected you to speak. “you texted it to me.”

you grinned. “still counts.”

she blushed, lips twitching, and you could feel the nervous energy coming off her like heat on asphalt. jittery, warm, a little messy. you didn’t mind. you just nodded toward the small corner table by the window, half-lit by the pale afternoon sun.

“come on,” you said, soft and certain. “i’ve got a new sketchbook.”

she followed with the hesitant shuffle of someone walking across a floor they weren’t sure would hold. like every step might be too loud, too much. you didn’t look back—you just knew she was there by the quiet footsteps, the awkward hover before she sat down.

the drinks sat untouched for a while.

she fiddled with the sleeve of her hoodie. picked at a thread. the collar was crooked. her shoulders were tense.

you flipped open your sketchbook, pencil already in hand, and glanced at her.

“you okay?” you asked, voice low, light.

haerin sat up straighter too quickly. “yeah,” she said. “just. nervous.”

you tilted your head, pencil pausing mid-air. “why?”

she stared at you like you’d asked her to solve world peace in five seconds.

“you’re…” she gestured vaguely in your direction, hands fluttering and then falling. “you’re, like… cool.”

you blinked. then laughed, loud and real.

“cool?”

“yeah,” she mumbled, looking away. “like, you’re good at talking. and drawing. and existing.”

you smiled, sharp and amused. “you’re good at basketball. and looking like a stray cat that wandered into gym class.”

her head whipped toward you. “is that a compliment?”

“yeah,” you said, smirking. “it is.”

she blinked slowly, lips parting like she had something clever to say back. you could see it—her brain pulling a sentence together, lining up the words like bricks, getting ready to build some kind of reply.

“you’re…” she started. then stopped. then tried again. “you have… really nice hands.”

you glanced down at your own hands, then back at her.

“…thank you?” you offered, unsure if that was meant to be flirting or a medical observation.

“for drawing,” she added quickly. “because of how they… you know. move.”

you stared at her.

“you’re horrible at this,” you said gently.

“i know,” she groaned, and dropped her face into her hands. her ears were red. she peeked at you through her fingers like a kid playing hide and seek.

you laughed, already sketching.

it didn’t take long—just a few quick lines, a soft curve for her shoulders, the way her hands pressed against her face, the slouch of someone wishing for invisibility but too cute to disappear.

you turned the sketchbook so she could see.

haerin peeked again. stared. groaned louder. “oh my god.”

“you’re cute when you panic,” you said simply.

“you’re evil.”

you just smiled, tilting your head. “you came anyway. even though you were nervous.”

she peeked again—smiled too, small and crooked like a cracked window letting sunlight through. “yeah. i did. of course i did”

and you kept sketching.

she took a sip of her drink finally, holding it with both hands like it might fly away. her fingers tapped the side of the cup. she talked a little more when she forgot to be afraid. asked you about your art. laughed—soft and surprised—when you made some dumb joke about baristas being underpaid therapists.

you caught her staring once, then again. both times, she looked away so fast it was like her eyes had slipped without asking. but you didn’t call her out. you just smiled into your cup. kept drawing.

once, your knees bumped under the table and neither of you moved away. the space between you stayed close, like an almost-touch waiting to happen.

maybe nothing else needed to happen yet. not a kiss. not a confession.

just this.

two drinks gone warm. a sketchbook half-filled. quiet laughter. a clumsy compliment hanging in the air like a balloon.

she was here. and so were you. and something soft was blooming between you—slow and awkward and bright as spring.

and it felt, gently, like the start of something good.

the gym smelled like sweat, floor polish, and popcorn again.

it was the same as it had been that first time—same buzz in the air, same thunder of sneakers against hardwood, same too-loud whistle that made everyone flinch. the drums pounded steady in the corner, and the crowd moved like one big animal—roaring, clapping, jumping to its feet.

but it all felt different now.

because haerin was down there and you were here. and she kept looking up at you.

you sat in your usual spot near the bleachers, sketchbook open, pencil resting loose in your fingers. you hadn’t drawn anything yet. you were too busy watching her. not like before, not in that tentative, curious way. now it was more like you couldn’t look away.

haerin was not subtle. not even a little. every time the game slowed, every time the ball was passed to someone else, her eyes flicked up to the stands—searching, landing, softening.

and you were always there, smiling back.

once, you caught her mid-stare and raised your brows. she startled like she’d been caught doing something scandalous. turned bright red. nearly tripped over her own feet trying to look casual.

it was hopeless. she was hopeless.

minji caught the whole thing—every lingering glance, every soft little smile.

she didn’t even slow down as she passed behind haerin, just clapped a hand on her back and muttered, “maybe try blinking before you sprain your neck, lover girl.”

haerin stiffened.

“this is a basketball court, not a rom-com!” minji called over her shoulder, spinning just long enough to shoot haerin a grin that was all teeth and trouble.

haerin looked like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

you, however, laughed so hard your pencil slipped and left a crooked little scar across the page. you didn’t even try to fix it.

they won, of course. haerin always played like her heart was on fire when you were watching.

and this time, when the final buzzer echoed through the gym and the team piled onto each other in a messy, cheering knot—haerin didn’t run off toward the locker rooms.

she jogged straight toward you.

her cheeks were flushed, jersey clinging to her skin, hair a little wild from the game. she looked like she’d sprinted the whole way—not just across the court, but maybe across every inch of hesitation she’d ever had.

you stood, sketchbook tucked under your arm, mouth opening to greet her, but she beat you to it—awkwardly holding out a sports drink with both hands like it was a fragile offering.

“for you,” she said, breathless.

you blinked. took it. the bottle was sweating in your palm.

“…this is red-flavored.”

“it’s cherry,” she mumbled, already wincing like she knew how ridiculous it sounded.

you smiled, warm as summer. “thanks. romantic.”

“i try,” she said, then winced again. “actually, no. i really don’t. i suck at this.”

you reached up without thinking, fingers brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead. it stuck slightly to your skin. she froze.

it was the first time you’d touched her like that in public.

and she melted.

“okay, pause the moment!” minji shouted from the side, clutching her chest like the lead in a soap opera. “i lit this flame. where’s my parade? where’s my statue?!”

you turned toward her with a groan. “you want a thank-you card or something?”

“please. minimum. scented paper. cursive font. glitter optional but encouraged.”

haerin made a strangled sound and buried her face in your shoulder. you didn’t move.

“you’re warm,” she mumbled against your shirt.

“you’re sweaty,” you replied.

“sorry.”

“i don’t mind.”

and you didn’t.

because even if haerin still fumbled her words, still blushed at every compliment, still handed you drinks instead of flowers—she was trying.

and she was yours.

she peeked up at you again, eyes big and soft and a little dazed.

“you’re really pretty,” she said suddenly, like it had escaped without permission.

you blinked. “oh?”

“just… yeah.” she shrugged, helpless. “i forgot how to say it in a cooler way.”

you laughed, chest warm. “that was the cooler way.”

haerin smiled back, bashful and blooming.

somewhere behind you, minji let out the loudest sigh known to mankind.

“you two are so painfully soft it’s giving me a cavity. i’m gonna sue.”

you turned, eyebrows raised. “for what?”

“emotional damages. excessive yearning. public displays of mutual pining without a license.” she crossed her arms, looking smug. “this is a hazard zone. i need goggles just to witness it.”

haerin groaned into your shoulder. “can we ban her.”

“nope,” minji grinned. “i’m the reason this is even happening. i’m like—your mutual friend matchmaker side character with main character energy. i deserve royalties. or at least a drink.”

“fine,” you said, flipping open your sketchbook. “here. your reward.”

you handed her a ripped-out page. a very unflattering sketch of minji mid-yell on the bench, mouth open, arms flailing like a muppet on fire.

she stared at it. blinked.

“wow,” she said flatly. “i look like a dehydrated pterodactyl.”

“accurate,” haerin mumbled.

“i’ll treasure it forever,” minji declared, already folding it and stuffing it into her jacket like it was a love letter.

then, without warning, haerin snatched your sketchbook and flipped it open to a fresh page.

you blinked. “uh. what’re you—?”

“hold still,” she muttered, squinting at you. “i’m gonna draw you now.”

“...have you ever drawn anything before?”

“no,” she said, already making a mess with the pencil. “but how hard can it be?”

minji leaned over her shoulder, peering at the chaos. “oh no. it’s already a crime.”

you waited patiently—kind of—for haerin to finish. after a few minutes of suspicious scribbling and dramatic pencil snapping, she handed the sketchbook back.

you looked down.

you had a potato for a head. your hands were just circles with lines sticking out. and, for some reason, your eyes were drawn angrily huge.

“what… what am i doing in this drawing?”

“drinking the red-flavored sports drink,” she said proudly.

“...why am i crying?”

“artistic interpretation,” she replied, crossing her arms.

minji looked over and howled. “it’s modern. it’s abstract. it’s tragic romance meets vitamin deficiency.”

you smiled anyway. folded the page gently, tucked it between the others like it was priceless.

because honestly? it kind of was.

haerin looked at you with her usual red cheeks and wide eyes. “sorry it’s bad.”

“no, it’s perfect,” you said. “definitely going on the fridge.”

“you don’t even have a fridge.”

“then i’ll buy one. just for this.”

minji threw her hands up. “and i’m the dramatic one?”

haerin laughed—really laughed, bright and unguarded—and you leaned a little closer, the buzz of the gym fading into background noise.

and maybe it wasn’t some fairytale moment. maybe it was awkward and loud and ridiculous. but it was yours. and it was perfect.

haerin nudged you gently with her shoulder. “wanna get food after this?”

you nodded. “only if you promise not to draw me eating.”

“no promises,” she grinned.

minji smiled softly at the sight of you two. “i’m coming too. you two need supervision.”

and with that, the three of you walked out of the gym—laughing, teasing, hearts full—like the end of a sitcom episode. if there’d been credits, they would’ve rolled right then—theme song and all.

except this wasn’t an ending. not really. just the beginning of something stupid and sweet and maybe kind of perfect.

[just1cefor4ll]

I recently got into School bus graveyard and I COMPLETELY understand the hype, idk if im the only who does this... but literally the moment I was done I went to tumblr for fics, but there's like none?? So maybe some dating headcanons for the group!! ^^

Dating Headcanons for the sbg characters

Ashlyn Banner

best person to have a lazy day with tbh

i swear yall would be like “should we go out today” look at each other for 5 seconds and say “nah”

she would teach you some gymnastics and laugh when your just lying there complaining how you aren’t flexible

probably is more of a person that gives you gifts, or gives you a hug in stead of comforting you with words

she would be a bit awkward at first probably

also I don’t think she likes excessive physical touch cuz red confirmed that Ashlyn is autistic but when she gets used to you she would be okay with it but still, don’t go too hard on her

you let her play/stim with your fingers

you’re always there for her when she gets overwhelmed and she loves you so much for that

doesn’t call you that many nicknames probably a short version of your name but if your name is already short then probably just love or babe

if you speak another language she would definitely wanna know some words or learn with you

if it’s your mother language then she would be like “omg how was [your country] like!”

probably is a nerd in some sort of way

anyway probably a great girlfriend to have but only if you aren’t the type to be really really and I mean REALLY extroverted

Taylor Hernández

this girl is such a cutie!!

would plan dates, sleepovers, night outs..

drawing/picnic dates are a must

watching the sunset or sunrise together on the rooftop

calls you cute nicknames like sunshine, mi vida, sugar and that kind of stuff

is very affectionate

cuddles !!

shes the little spoon probably but if you’re feeling down then she will gladly be the big spoon

you would definitely braid her hair if you know how, if you don’t know then there’s another idea for a date! teaching you how to braid hair!

probably isn’t even that awkward at first probably a little bit shy but gets pretty confident later on

the best partner to have if you’re insecure

makes your insecurities disappear in a heartbeat

overall a 11/10 girlfriend !! we love taylor :D

Tyler Hernández

he is probably a tsundere tbh

acting like he doesn’t care but when you are alone he babies you sm

no matter if your bigger then him, stronger, smaller, it doesn’t matter, he babies you no matter what

don’t let the others know tho

isn’t afraid to show you off like girl bffr

holds your hand, has his hand on your waist, kisses you on the forehead, cheek or lips before class starts (even if you are in the same class)

uses nicknames like mi amor, mi reina/mi rey, baby ect.

nicknames with him are endless

movie night is a must

probably would take you to his baseball practice

has a separate album for you only

everyone in the group can tell he’s love sick like he looks at you with heart eyes

a jealous type probably

would beat up anyone and everyone who looks at you the wrong way

he’s probably touch starved and he hides his feelings from you because he just prioritises you over anything

you gotta full on force him to tell you what’s wrong but after a while he opens up to you normally

a 100/10 boyfriend the poor boys been through too much

Logan Fields

gardening dates!!

gives you flowers when you’re sad or just whenever to make your day!

stargazing dates

yapps your ear off about astrology (you let him tho)

calls you nicknames like bunny, hun, love

gives you honest opinions on everything

regrets his choices when you get grumpy afterwards

makes it up to you by cuddling you or kissing your whole face

introduces you to his grandparents

they approved of course because they just trust that he can pick himself a good s/o

hugs from behind!!

reads you a book when you can’t sleep

helps you with your work but doesn’t do it for you (Barron trauma)

best person to seek when you want comfort and or advice

gives you honest advice so if you were in the wrong expect him to tell you lmao

if you listen to music on vinyls or CDs then definitely brings you to a music shop and he will spoil you rotten

loves listening to your music taste no matter what genre it is he just wants to bond with you

he’s such an adorable and amazing boyfriend it mealts my heart !! :D

Aiden Clark

be prepared to patch this boy up every single second of the day

and also getting him out of trouble every single day

he is a wild one for sure

doesn’t mean he’s a bad boyfriend

loves showing you things he learned on his skateboard and he tries to teach you

does that thing where he holds your hands while your on the skateboard, tells you to jump and flips the board for you

that tik tok kind of shi

while on the topic of tik tok, does every silly couple tik tok trend with you lmao

yapps your ear of all day every day

not the best person to ask for advice from but he will hold you until you feel better!

best cuddle buddy

and hug buddy

if you don’t like physical touch then idk if you could have a relationship with him, he will CLING to you as if his life depended on it

loves it when you play with his hair

makes a playlist for you two

calls you nicknames like rockstar, doll, my love, bae, babe

definitely has you saved as “future wife🤭❤️” or “the mother of my kids🥵😍”

he be weird like that

loves to have you in his lap

idk he probably likes you ass sm, not in a sexual way but just lays on it, smacks it, squishes it..

only in private tho

honestly a pretty good boyfriend but he’s more of like your child then boyfriend

Ben Clark

a chill one for sure

hugs, holding hands are a must

listening to music through his headphones how he did with Taylor in that one episode

jealousy scale is um pretty high

you gotta reassure this boy because he’s just scared of loosing you

would fr fight 100 people at once for you if you asked him to

whenever he gets angry, you’re there for him when Aiden can’t and he appreciates that

loves it when you hold his hand and rub circles on the back of it

forehead kisses >>

probably doesn’t give you that many nicknames since he doesn’t speak, either a short version of your name, bae or hun

the best listener ever (not because he doesn’t speak)

when you start to yap and just talk about the most random things he has your back against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder

very chill and overall good boyfriend