#aaaaa it’s been a while since I finished this but I’m still so proud of the grass

[starkittdraws]

[Mar 2024]

“Until death do us part-” no. no we’re sticking together forever actually.

[weasleylangs]

dirty little secret / g.w

‘i go around a time or two, just to waste my time with you’ 

Summary: Being friends with benefits was a mutual decision, a way to relieve stress when needed after a stressful twelve months. It was decided it was just between them, not to be anybodies business but George and Y/N’s, but she doesn’t want to be his dirty little secret anymore. Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI !! no graphic depictions of sex but there’s one really fucking steamy kiss and sex & fwb situations/hookup culture is discussed heavily, sweet aftercare for both reader and George, jealousy & possession (nothing toxic), alcohol / drinking, food.  Word Count: 5.6k AUTHORS NOTE / aaaaa the first instalment for my pop punk series!!! this one is based off dirty little secret by the all american rejects! im going to kiss @weelittleweasley for helping me write the steamy kiss btw!!!!!

POP PUNK COLLECTION 

(all 18+) taglist / @spacexcowgirl @weelittleweasley​ @lumos-barnes​ @butterflybuchanan​ @levylovegood​ @omghufflepuff​ @mitsukui​ 

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Y/N hears George when he reenters her room, a glass of water in one of his hands, a washcloth in the other. Her legs still feel slightly numb from the pleasure she had just been on the receiving end of, a blissed-out expression on her face as she makes grabby hands towards the man in her doorway. 

George smiles dopily down at her, helping her sit up before handing her the glass of water. “How are you feeling?” he asks, checking in as he starts to help clean Y/N up. He quickly stops when she winces, scared he hurt her. “Fuck, sorry,” he whispers, pulling his hand away but when she laughs and grabs his hand, he relaxes.

“It’s fine,” she smiles, the look of euphoria still gracing her facial features. “Just a little sensitive,” she says honestly. George nods slightly, a proud smile on his lips as he goes back to cleaning her skin, taking extra care in areas where Y/N would be sensitive. 

He’s always like this after sex, making sure she’s okay. It’s a part of the reason why Y/N agreed on being friends with benefits with him in the first place, he’s the most trustworthy person she knows. 

It all started when they were twenty-one; the war had finished, their loved ones were safe and they so desperately needed to unwind in a very specific way after the stress of the previous twelve months. It was a mistake at first, two best friends drunkenly joking about sleeping together and the next thing they knew, they were rolling in the sheets together. Y/N was positive she ruined her longest friendship, but when George began his own personal ritual of aftercare, she knew she couldn’t let him go easily. 

This is why when the preposition of friends with benefits was put on the table by George, she immediately took it; six months later they’re still sleeping together, and even though her feelings for George are evergrowing, she’s happy with their current situation. 

“You sure you’re okay?” George presses when he’s noticed Y/N’s eyes glazed over. He’s worried he went a little harder than usual tonight. The stress of getting the joke shop back up and running has been getting to him and he needed a release of pressure in more ways than one.  

“Yes, I’m sure,” she says, taking George’s hand in her own before pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles that causes a soft red hue to develop across his freckled cheeks. That’s something else she’s learnt about George since she began sleeping with him; he needs aftercare for himself just as much herself, and he mostly needs it in some form of physical affection. “Just thinking, nothing bad. I promise.” 

George nods asking if Y/N’s good to be picked up. She giggles when she realises he’s taking her to the bathroom so she can pee. He sits her down on the toilet before turning around and gasping as he sees his reflection in the mirror. “Fuck woman,” he exclaims, before twisting his body so he can see the scratches that start at his shoulders and trail down his back. “Were you trying to rip me apart?” 

He hears a giggle come from behind him, quickly followed by a toilet flushing. He feels her frame push past him so she can wash her hands and when she reaches to grab some cream to put on George’s back she lets out her own gasp.

“George Fabian Weasley, what the fuck?” Her neck has a hickey, and not just a small one. She’s beginning to question whether George is part vampire when she looks up at him and he’s smirking at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s Spring! I have lunch with Angie tomorrow! I can’t cover these!”

George almost feels bad, but his admiration for his work on her neck is slightly winning over his guilt. “I’m sorry, darling,” it’s genuine and they both know it when Y/N’s scowl falters slightly, threatening to smile.

“No, you’re not,” she says, grabbing the cream for his back and pushing him back into her bedroom. Before she begins to help George, she stands in front of her drawers, grabbing clothes to put on now she’s come out of her post-sex haze. She hears the redhead behind her chuckle when he recognises the sweater she puts on as his own as he puts his own boxers back on. “But I guess it’s payback. Your back’s going to hurt tomorrow and Fred’s going to wonder why.”

None of their friends are aware of... their arrangement. They agreed, knowing they would make it weird. After all, Fred’s engaged to his long term girlfriend from their Hogwarts years and their other friends have all started putting themselves out there, so it’s safe to say, they’re the last two to start to settle down. 

But they like their current relationship; it’s carefree, it’s simple, it’s not complicated like a proper relationship and if they’re honest, they get some mindblowing sex out of it. So it’s not anybody’s business but each other’s. 

After a while, Y/N’s finished putting the cream on George’s back. She spent the time mumbling apologies whenever George winces, she didn’t realise how hard she was going so she makes a mental note to not rip apart his back the next time they see each other. She presses a gentle kiss to the base of George’s neck, something she doesn’t think too much about but it feels like it’s blurring the lines between romantic and platonic right now and she feels herself panic a tiny bit.

“Do you work tomorrow?” She asks George, who hums in agreement. His eyes are droopy like he’s almost falling asleep and Y/N expected this. He’s putty in anybody’s hands the second you start trailing your hands gently up any part of his body, specifically his back. “Are you sleeping here tonight?” she giggles as she asks and George sighs. 

“I probably shouldn't but-” he cuts himself off with a yawn before rolling over onto his back. “Your bed is just so much more comfortable than mine.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes, pushing him slightly before jumping off the bed and leaving George to frown at her when she moves from her spot next to him. She grabs her wand from her bedside table, walking through her flat to make sure all her lights are turned off before enchanting ‘lumos’ so she can light her way back to her bedroom. 

“You’re letting me stay?” She nods at his words, crawling into bed with him. While she knows George is a sucker for physical affection, Y/N is also well aware he hates sleeping cuddled up to people so she gives him his space in the bed. Because of this, she doesn’t expect George to shift his body so even though they’re not cuddling, they’re still close, a simple form of comfort that neither of them can decipher as platonic or romantic.

“Yes, you can stay,” she says, rubbing her thumb along George’s hand as a way of saying goodnight, “but you wake me up before 9am tomorrow and you die.” 

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When Y/N wakes up the next morning to her alarm going off, the side of the bed is empty and cold. Her alarm clock reads 10:30am, so she knows George has been gone for a few hours at this point. She feels a small sense of sadness, remembering how fun the mornings are the times George sleeps over and stays until she wakes up. 

She sighs, deciding there’s no point in dwelling on George’s absence. When she walks into her kitchen, she checks her kettle; cursing George when she finds it empty because she knows he just had to have a cup of tea before leaving this morning and rolls her eyes as she fills it herself. Her kettle’s boiling as she potters around when she spots a piece of paper with George’s writing all over it. 

‘George’s excuses for the hickeys’ the note reads in his messy scrawl, and Y/N has to stifle a cackle before she continues to read. ‘1. ran into a door’ is scratched out immediately and she knows George probably thought it was a good idea at first before realising the hickeys are on her neck, so the running into the door isn't feasible. ‘2. bug’ is the next one and she has to stop herself from rolling her eyes and when she goes back to George’s oh so incredible list, her breath hitches. 

‘3. be honest and say you hooked up with someone’ makes Y/N’s heart sink. She hasn’t slept with anyone besides George in the past six months, hasn’t wanted to either for that matter, but it makes her realise something. 

She doesn’t know if George is the same. 

She’s well aware of their situation and the lack of commitment outside of promising to come over later, but her emotions hit her harder than she thought they would. While she wouldn’t complain if she and George became something more, she knows it’s not what either of them is looking for at the moment, so she doesn’t understand why she’s so hurt. Does George think I shag other people? she thinks before the kettle starts to hiss to indicate the water is boiled and she’s brought back to reality. 

After drinking her tea, Y/N begins to get ready, trying her best to cover the purple bruises littering her neck and trying to keep herself under control while she admires them in the mirror. Soon enough, she’s out the door and making her way to Diagon Alley where she spots Angie, talking with Fred.

“Y/N!” Fred exclaims as she gets closer and waves frantically as she walks towards them. “We’re just talking about how we think George has a bird!” Y/N chokes on air, her brows furrowing at Fred’s words. They’ve been so careful, a bit too careful when it comes to hiding their relationship from their friends so she doesn’t understand.

“Why do you think that?” Her tone is casual, trying to act natural as she tries to find out what signs could point to their... activities being exposed, and to his brother of all people.

Fred starts laughing again, holding his stomach as he tries to tell the story. “He didn’t come home last night- I only noticed because I was up at 3 and his bedroom door was open which was weird because he didn’t tell me he was going out!” Fred’s animated when he’s talking, taking a sip of his drink and using his free hand to emphasise his story. “And when he was reaching for something in a closet today he winced, like his back hurt!” 

Y/N stares at Fred blankly, memories of the night before flooding her memory when Fred mentions George wincing. She knows now is not the time to start thinking about how good George made her feel last night. “What does wincing have to do with anything?” 

She knows she made a mistake when Fred’s eyes widen, staring at her. “Well, my dear prude Y/N, my back only hurts when it’s scratched up from a good fu-” 

“Okay, we do not need to hear about your sex life,” Angie says, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders and steering her off. “We have a lunch date that you’re not invited to.” She’s smiling when she says it and when Fred bids the two girls goodbye, Angie calls out something about making fun of George for her. 

She’s quiet on the walk to the cafe she and Angelina have planned for lunch, lost in thoughts. She’s stuck on the idea of George sleeping with other people even though she knows she was the one with George last night, that she was the one scratching up his back. They walk in tandem, Angelina raving about Quidditch while Y/N nodded in acknowledgement at appropriate times. 

Eventually, they reach the cafe, quickly taking a seat and looking at the menu. It’s then when Angelina’s hand pulls the menu down from Y/N’s face and she’s giving the girl a questioning look.

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

Y/N stares at her, not understanding how she did anything to convey any feeling at all, let alone a feeling of something being wrong. She’s about to deny it when she looks Angelina in the eye, and she realises she can’t lie to her because she’d be questioned for the rest of lunch. “Do you think George has a friend with benefits?”

Angelina giggles at Y/N’s words, smiling slightly. “I know you’re sleeping with him.” She says it so casually that Y/N doesn’t even process what she said for a few beats. She half expected her friend to admit she was also sleeping with George, after all, she used to suspect they had a thing when they were teenagers but this is the last thing she expected. 

She’s so baffled she can’t even deny it, no words leaving her mouth for a second before she just stares at Angelina, “How?”

Angelina keeps smiling, quickly ordering their drinks when the waitress comes over and requests a little longer to decide on food before turning back to her friend sitting dumbfounded across the table. “Fred might be stupid and oblivious, but I’m not. I see the way he looks at you.” 

Y/N doesn’t think George looks at her in any particular way, at least he doesn’t when she isn’t under him and she notices Angelina’s eyes soften when Y/N doesn’t say anything. “You didn’t know before sleeping with him?”

“Didn’t know what before sleeping with him?”

“That he likes you?” Y/N thinks Angelina’s being stupid; it’s always been her liking George and George not noticing, not the other way around. George has always been sweet and gentle in bed, way nicer and way more giving than any other romantic partner in her past, but she’s always chalked it up to him just being George. That’s how she’s always known him, how she knew him when they met at 11, how she knew him on the Quidditch pitch when they were 15 and how she knows him now, at 22 and in his bed. 

“He doesn’t like me, you’re just making stuff up!” She’s adamant Angelina’s just messing with her but Angelina just sighs, obviously ready to move on from the topic. “He doesn’t,” she whispers to no one in particular and she feels Angelina grab her hand, rubbing a thumb across the top in a comforting kind of way.

“I guess it’s not my place to say,” she starts, “but I’ve never seen George treat someone else like the way he treats you. It’s like... It’s like you’re glass, that he’s scared of breaking you and you have to be in his sights at all times.” It’s soft and Y/N knows it’s genuine as much as she hates to admit it. 

The conversation changes, thankfully putting Y/N and George out of the hot seat but she’s hanging onto every word of Angelina’s, suddenly overthinking every interaction she’s had with the redhead in the past few months. Panic starts to set in and it only gets worse when Angelina bids her goodbye.

Her thoughts are loud; does she like George or does she like the way George makes her feel? What if George has liked her this entire time and she’s mistaken her feelings for romantic when they’re purely physical? 

As she wonders, she realises she’s being stupid. Y/N knows she likes George, she’s liked George for so long and she likes him so much it hurts. That’s when a new thought arrives, a more sinister thought, a meaner thought; What if Angelina is just completely wrong, that’s always a possibility. What if George doesn’t like her back at all. 

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She wanders Diagon Alley, making her way to the Apothecary after remembering she needs some more Valerian sprigs to make a new batch of the Potion for Dreamless Sleep. She’s muttering to herself as she wanders the store, thinking about how these days her best night's sleep are spent besides George but the thought is quickly pushed away when she spots her ingredient of choice and she can barely reach it. 

“Fuck,” she mutters, looking around for a stool or a shop assistant so she can finally get out of Diagon Alley. She’s about to give up and leave herself when she’s met with a tough body slamming into her own. Apologies spill from her mouth quickly, feeling terrible she almost knocked this poor guy over in the middle of the Apothecary but when she looks up, George is looking down at her.

“What do you need, darling?” The nickname makes her heart race and she only hopes George can’t hear it seconds away from beating from her chest. She doesn’t respond immediately, preoccupied with how nice he looks and it’s not until he waves in front of her face that she responds.

“Sorry,” she says, shaking her head in a way to push away her thoughts, “was looking for some Valerian sprigs.” She hopes George minds his own business, memories from her meeting with Angelina flooding her thoughts. She starts to over analyse the way George looks at her, whether it’s as if she’s glass, like Angelina claims but when she looks at George, he’s reaching up and grabbing the jar for her.

“Treacle fudge?” He questions, and it takes her a moment to process he’s asking why she needs the ingredient. 

“Dreamless Sleep,” she replies, embarrassed. She’s never needed a sleeping potion when George is around, his presence alone is enough to fight off any unwanted nightmares but that’s the last thing he needs to know. Thankfully, he doesn’t comment, just puts the jar back up on the shelf when she’s done and motions for her to follow him around the store. 

He stops in front of the rose thorns, silently debating how many to get when he feels Y/N’s eyes on him. “Love potion, for WonderWitch,” he says, grabbing some and putting them in a bag before making his way to the counter. He grabs the Valerian sprigs from Y/N’s hand, placing them alongside his rose thorns and ignoring her protests when he hands some Galleons to the shopkeeper. 

“I get a discount,” he says when they exit the shop, “plus, I didn’t mind.” Y/N stares at him, not able to read a single emotion on his face. She thanks him and takes the Valerian sprigs from him and places them in her bag. 

“Do you wanna come over tonight?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fred won’t be home.” His cheeks are flushed red, almost like he’s shy asking to see her for the second night in a row. The word ‘yes’ is on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill out without her permission. She badly wants to let the word slip as well, but her thoughts from earlier come to the forefront once again and at this moment, Y/N can’t seem to convince herself that George wants her in the same way she wants him.

“No, sorry,” she says bluntly, and she doesn’t miss the look of shock on his face. Y/N has never turned George down and while he respects her no, it confuses him nonetheless. “Just... Not feeling well. You know?”

Y/N knows George doesn’t believe her, she sees it in his eyes, but he hums in acknowledgement before lifting his wrist and checking his watch. “Look, I’ve gotta go, Fred’s going to kill me,” the words are forced like he wants to stay and make sure everything is okay between the pair and he’s being pulled away too soon. “I’ll see you sometime this week, yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Y/N says, knowing he doesn’t mean sometime this week in his bed, but the thought happens before she can stop it and it’s right now she realises she needs to push George away before she gets more hurt. 

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It’s been a week since Y/N turned down George’s offer to come over that night, and she has a feeling he’s avoiding her. Usually, when Y/N denies him it only takes him a few days before he comes crawling back or vice versa; they’ve never been able to go long without falling into bed together, the co-dependency on each other for a hook up was one they never discussed, but was known, so the fact George didn’t end up in her bed during the week makes her painfully aware something is wrong and even though she knows it’s her own fault, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.  

The suspicion is only confirmed when she’s dragged to a bar in Muggle London on the following Saturday night. Angie, Katie and Alicia’s complaints that Y/N’s been too high strung this week getting to her and their peer pressure eventually worked. She doesn’t mind the bar- it’s not too busy but it’s still got enough people in it for a good time and Katie and Lee are getting everyone drinks when Y/N spots a head of bright, auburn hair across the room. 

She doesn’t even think twice before knowing it’s George, and it’s got nothing to do with the girl next to him, hanging off every word he’s saying not being Fred’s fiancée. The way she feels in her entire body when she spots him, the ache in her heart she feels is what confirms it’s George. He’s the only person to ever have this kind of power over her and at this moment, she wishes he didn’t. 

Because George is flirting with the girl next to him and she’s batting her eyelashes, clearly happy with the attention the cute redhead is giving her and Y/N wants nothing more than to be in her place and it hurts, even more, knowing she usually is in her place. George is a lot more comfortable talking sex once he has a few glasses of whiskey, so the flirting gets turned up to an eleven and all their friends laugh at his forwardness. 

Angelina sees Y/N staring longingly at the younger twin and without words she knows something is wrong. So she grabs the tequila from Katie and places it in front of Y/N. “Drink it.” She looks at Angelina, confused why her attention was stolen from George but smiles happily when the shot glass is in her hand. 

It burns as it slides down her throat, after all, tequila always does. She quickly takes the lemon from whoever’s holding it out to her, pulling a face as the sourness meets her taste buds. Angelina, Katie and Alicia and hollering when she looks back at them, her friends successfully stealing her attention from George as they drag her to the dancefloor. ABBA is playing over the loudspeaker, and the girls yell in excitement, they would never pass up the opportunity to dance to ABBA; memories of post-Quidditch parties and sneaking Firewhiskey into the Gryffindor Common Room coming to the forefront of their minds. 

They dance for who knows how long with Lee joining them as he dances between Alicia and Katie, playing up the ladies’ man role. It makes Y/N laugh, Lee clearly loving the attention from the girls but it’s at that moment she spots George and the girl from earlier, dancing; George’s hands are on her hips, respectful but holding her close and it fills Y/N with a feeling so horrible, she has to turn around to push the vile, green monster back down. 

Thankfully, or not so thankfully, she’s not entirely sure just yet, she turns to face a guy. He’s cute, got a puppy dog look about him and he smiles at Y/N in a way that indicates he’s asking to dance. She says yes, of course, and her hands wrap around his neck. She hates that she’s spending this time dancing with him comparing him to George; his hands aren’t as calloused, he smells like mint as opposed to the familiar scent of cinnamon and Earl Grey tea, her heart isn't racing like it would if she was with the redhead. 

George sees her across the dance floor because his eyes haven’t left her all night. He knows he’s leading this poor girl on, Bianca is her name; he’s not going to end up taking her home like he knows she’s hoping, but he needed a distraction. When he sees Y/N starting to dance with a guy, his jaw tenses and his eyes narrow; he knows he’s being stubborn. If he just talked to Y/N everything would be sorted but he doesn’t want to be the one to break, he wants Y/N to come to him, to want him. 

Their eyes meet across the dance floor, the guy’s head dipping into the crook of Y/N’s neck, his arm is wrapped around her waist as her back is pressed against his chest, grinding her bum onto his crotch. She tries to look away from George but she can’t, his eyes are enchanting and this is the most attention they’ve gotten from each other since that day in Diagon Alley. George whispers something into the girl’s ear, his grip on her hips getting tighter but his eyes never leave Y/N’s. 

It’s Y/N who breaks eye contact, her head falling back onto her dance partner’s shoulder and when George sees open mouth kisses pressed to Y/N’s neck, he snaps. He mutters an excuse to Bianca and walks as fast as he can to the girl he wants. He sees his friends snickering at each other as they dance but no one says anything.

She feels his presence before she feels him grab her wrist, so he doesn’t scare her. Her head immediately pops up, looking George in the eye. “Oi, nah. I had her first,” the guy behind Y/N says, his grip visually tightening on Y/N as if she’s a toy and George is coming to steal it, but he has to stifle a laugh; the guy’s confident, George’ll give him that.

“Nah, mate,” he starts, the music changing to a more sensual R&B song as he speaks. He sees Y/N blush at his simple words and he gently tugs at her wrist again, not in a demanding kind of way; he’s asking, pleading her to follow him and when she steps away from the guy she was dancing with, she mutters an apology before letting George drag her where he wants to go. 

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They don’t even say two words to each other once they’re in the bathroom together. George pulls her inside quickly, before pushing her up against the door, attaching his lips immediately to her neck before he gently sucks and bites, subconsciously leaving a small hickey like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to do. She’s missed having him this close so when her fingers rake through his long hair, she gives it a gentle tug before pulling his mouth up to her own, wanting to kiss him with everything she has, needing him even closer. He obliges of course, always happy to give Y/N what she wants.

When George’s lips finally meet hers, he’s kissing her like it’s the last time they’ll ever kiss; it’s messy, desperate, like most of their kisses are, hands gripping wherever they can just to ensure the other isn’t leaving. George is intoxicating to Y/N like she can get drunk from the taste of his whiskey covered lips alone and her head spins when she feels his hands rake up her body, grasping her waist and pushing her harder against the door. A small moan leaving Y/N’s lips is all George needs to force his tongue into her mouth, massaging their tongues together and she tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck again, desperately needing him as close as humanly possible without defiling this public bathroom. The action makes George whimper, loving nothing more than having her fingers tugging at his auburn locks and it gives her a slight power trip. Just a slight one, as she tries to take control of the kiss. 

It doesn’t last long because before she knows it, she’s whimpering under his touch and surrendering everything she has to him as his hands caress her body, grabbing and pulling her to him wherever possible. His hands eventually land on her thighs, and when he grabs them and hoists her up, her legs immediately wrap around his waist. The action alongside the pressure on her crotch makes her moan and she feels George smirk at her noises, obviously feeling proud of being the only person to be able to do this to her. He pivots slightly once he’s holding her, placing Y/N on the counter next to the sink so they’re finally level to kiss comfortably. 

He keeps his spot between her legs, refusing to detach his lips from hers, his hands crawling from her thighs to tightly grasp her hips. If it was any other day, Y/N would’ve said something, telling him to be careful of bruises but right now, after watching him flirt with the girl out in the bar for hours on end, there’s nothing she wants, no needs, more than George marking her in every way he can. 

“Mine,” she moans without thinking, as his lips leave hers, slowly making their way across her jaw and onto her neck once again, licking, biting, sucking. George has always loved her neck and he knows how much she loves having her neck touched. “You’re mine,” she repeats when George doesn’t immediately push her away, and she doesn’t even have time to decide to panic before she hears a groan in her ear.

“Yours,” he whispers, his hot breath causing goosebumps to prickle along her skin. The words don’t even process in her brain before she feels George pull away from her. The lack of contact makes her whine, she never wants to be far away from George ever again but he smiles, presses the most gentle kiss on her lips before looking her directly in her eyes, “I’m yours.” 

Her heart stops, she never thought for a second she’d hear George mutter those words, let alone in a dingey, small bathroom of a bar in Central London, but here it is. “Don’t play with me, Georgie,” she whispers. From her spot on the counter, she can look him directly in the eyes; his cheeks are flushed red, his pupils are blown, lips swollen and red. His hair has gotten messy from her pulling at it but she can’t bring herself to feel bad that she ruined his perfectly styled hair because at this moment, she thinks this is the most beautiful she’s ever seen him, so vulnerable and the look of adoration in his eyes fills her chest with hope. 

“Would I ever play with you, darling?” He asks, his words are sincere and she knows it. It’s soft, reminiscent of all those times he’s looked after her after having sex, when he promises to look after her, always. 

“I’d hope not, I was having fun with…” She trails off, realising she never caught his name before she starts laughing. She feels George’s hands tighten against her thighs, hyperaware of his touch on her skin and she grabs one of his hands. “I didn’t actually know his name. I was pretending he was you.”

She says it so softly she wouldn’t be shocked if he missed it, but he didn’t. He hangs to every word she says, he always does and when he smiles, Y/N feels herself relax. “I was using Bianca to make you jealous,” he admits, laughing to himself. He knew the pair of them were being stupid, that they could have just talked but the fear of rejection clearly got the best of both of them. 

“I’ve liked you for so long, and maybe I shouldn't have put friends with benefits on the table knowing that, but I needed you.” He’s never spoken truer words, his left hand leaving her thigh and gently caressing her cheek. Her makeups smudged from both the sweat from dancing and the desperation from not even five minutes ago, her hairs messy and her lips are swollen just as much as his but he wants to take her home, right this second, and show her in so many ways how much he loves her.

“I like you, too.” 

His eyes prick up at her words and he didn’t realise he wasn’t holding eye contact until now. She takes her own left hand and mirrors George’s action on himself; hoping to convey everything she’s felt for him through nothing but looks. “I had to back away last week, I thought I had to get over you. Angie said some dumb shit and I started to overthink and I’m so-”

He cuts her off with a kiss and it’s so different to their usual ones. It’s soft and gentle like they could stay here for hours doing nothing but kissing and they’d be perfectly content. George pulls her body closer to his, desperate just to have her near when he pulls away, pressing his forward to hers. “Don’t say sorry, please.” 

She opens her mouth again to speak and that’s when he cuts her off again, with another kiss. This happens a few times before Y/N is a giggling mess and George is just kissing her for the sake of having their lips pressed together. “We know now, that’s all I care about.” 

This makes her smile and her heart soar; the boy she’s loved for so long, liking her back once felt like it could only be a dream, and she has to pinch herself multiple times before she finally believes it’s her reality.

They soon realise they’ve been standing in this dirty, bar bathroom for way too long and George helps her down, grabbing her by the hips to stabilise her when her legs slightly give out. He takes her hand in his, softly kissing her knuckles before he opens the bathroom door to sneak out. “My place or yours?” he asks, but he quickly stops, “I’m not expecting to fuck, but like I mean if it happens it happens but- Godric, we can just hang out I’m happy with that unless you want to fuck-”

Y/N’s giggling at his stumbling around on words and she shushes him slightly, his face going bright red when she's the one leaning to press a chaste kiss to his lips. His face is bright red when she speaks, “My place. I live alone.” she winks and runs off after saying this, George hot on her tails and even though there’s music and George’s favourite song is playing, Y/N’s laugh as he chases her out of the bar is his favourite noise. 

[iwavibes]

first off i’d like to say i rlly love your writing🥺🥺 and i want to thank you for sharing your work with us!!! ive read ur whole masterlist and it’s all so so good! i’m obsessed w pretty setters 🥰 i was mayhaps .... wondering if you could write something maid cafe related w either suga, kageyama or kenma? 😳 u don’t have to obviously KDNDKNDKS anyways hope you have a good day today!!!

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE PRETTY SETTERS SO FAR!! you're so sweet omg lemme give u a kith this made my whole day 😩💞 it's 11PM rn so this might be a bit of a mess 😭 fingers crossed that my tired brain won't fuck this up 🤞 finished this at around 12AM NSKSJSKM i hope you like this anon 💕💗

hq reacting to y/n working at a maid cafe

---sugawara, kageyama & kenma

sugawara koushi

sugawara is very adventurous like he'd be all out on trying new stuff

may it be food, hobbies, anything.

man is a knitting legend and he only went to one (1) lesson 😩

king shit 👑✊

so when noya suddenly dragged him to a maid cafe, he didn't think much of it

he was already used to his friend's pervy tendencies

why he was hanging out with him on his own was a mystery

he would quickly scan the menu, eyeing the pictures of cute food along with whatever dish sounds appetizing enough

his concentration was cut off, however, when he heard a familiar voice

even tho you purposefully raise your voice up a notch this man would still know that it's you

he'd blush furiously as soon as his eyes meet yours and seeing you in a cute maid outfit really did not help his case

you'd freeze as soon as you processed the identities of the customers in front of you mostly at suga

noya would eye the two of you knowingly, a somewhat proud smirk on his face

"NOYA I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ANYBODY"

"really??? must have slipped my mind."

you wanted to kill him

you would try to get back into character very awkwardly if i might add and suga would just stare at you in disbelief

was this why you always rejected him whenever he asked you out?

my boy would be having a whole ass epiphany and now he's seeing you in a whole new light

"and you, senpai?"

still, even with all these new information, he can keep his cool and tell you what he wanted smoothly.

after that, everything would be going smoothly

but then, as time passes you notice that sugawara hasn't left yet and noya is nowhere to be seen.

by the time your shift ends, he'd stand up from his seat and jog towards you with a smile

"since your shift is over, is it okay for me to take you out? or atleast walk you home?"

and tbh how could you say no to that

"you know, you could've told me that you were working during the weekends. now i feel bad for trying to keep you away from your job." he said as he walked you home.

"well... working outside school campus is strictly prohibited and i didn't want to take any chances. only one of my friends know about it and noya only found out by accident." you explained. "i'm sorry if i made you feel like i didn't trust you."

"it's okay! i totally understand why you didn't tell me. at least now i know when you get off work, this way i can walk you home everyday." he beamed.

you feel your heart pound in your chest at his words, heat slowly spreading across your cheeks as you look at him in shock.

"that is, if it's okay with you?" he stopped walking before turning his body to you. politely awaiting your answer. you nodded your head slowly and sugawara can't help but smile wider.

"you're very admirable, y/n."

kageyama tobio

unlike sugawara, kageyama is a very awkward dude

he lost a bet against hinata and now it was time for his punishment

kageyama may be the king of the court and he may look like the coolest man alive whenever he's on the court but thats about it

everything else, this poor boy is really clueless and awkward someone save him

so while they were walking around town, hinata trying to figure out what to make kageyama do, they passed by the maid cafe you work out

believe me when i tell you a light bulb suddenly sprouted from the tangerine's head

all he needed to do was go inside the cafe and buy some milk

simple stuff

but you should remember that this guy is so awkward and unaware that it can be painful just to look at him try to fit in

and soon kageyama finds himself walking to the cafe, money in hand, as he tried psyching himself out as he steps nearer to the entrance

'i can do this'

'i defeated oikawa so this will just be a piece of cake'

'boke hinata boke'

when he does enter the cafe, he opened the door too hard, making all the customers and employees turn to the sound

this boy would be glaring as he walked to the nearest empty seat

i kid you not everyone is terrified of this boy rn

and he's embarrassed enough as is because of how loud he opened the door and now everyone was looking at him 😭

baby just wants some milk 😩

it gets worse once he sees the person that will be serving him

bc wow have you seen yourself???? you're fucking hot bRO

stutters. A LOT.

and you can't help but to smirk at his flustered state.

"uhhh... m-milk please?" this was the guy everyone is scared of? you wanted to ask your co workers. it's just kageyama. the boy in your class who failed that one exam and practically begged you to tutor him. this?? this is who you're scared of?

you raised a brow teasingly at his state. "of course! would that be all, master?"

this guy literally chokes on his own spit while shaking his head frantically. you chuckled before walking away to get his drink.

"here you are, sir." you say as you settled the glass on his table. taking the money from his outstretched hand. no words. he just wants you to take the money and save him from further embarrassment.

"you know, you may be scary on the court but you're actually very adorable, tobio-chan."

ERROR kageyama.exe has stopped working

kozume kenma

if you guys thought kageyama was bad then... you right kenma is just behind him by a scratch

unlike his fellow setter, kenma can still form words when he saw you

why was he in a maid cafe in the first place? simple;; kuroo

it was one of the rare instances where his best friend actually managed to get him out of the house

and now he's salty

has a permanent frown etched on his face the whole walk to the cafe >:(

and kuroo would be talking away, unbothered by his friend's attitude and now here they were

"you know i've always wanted to come here. i heard they serve really tasty milkshakes."

"kuroo."

"yeah?"

"shut up."

he'd start playing on his phone while kuroo scolds him about how unhealthy it was to play games this much

but kenma remains unbothered

however, the moment he sees you, boi is already lost

he'd stare at you for a long time until you hear the small sfx indicating that he died.

he couldn't care less tho as he pocketed his phone inside his hoodie

kuroo quirked a brow at his friend before turning to you

"y/n! i didn't know you worked here."

"im trying to buy the latest installment of [insert random game here] so i need the money."

wow,, can you be any more perfect?

rn kenma's brain is already whirring with thoughts as he pictured this as one of his roleplay games

y/n says: so what will you be having?

choices: [banana] [latte] [ps4]

he picks the latte

"coming right up!"

and for the first time that day, kenma smiles

"oya?" kuroo spoke up the moment he sees his friend's upturned lips. "what's this?"

his face turned into a scowl again as he glared at his friend. "none of your business."

kuroo smirked, already scheming before standing up. "i'm gonna go to the restroom. watch our food while i'm gone."

"it's not like it's going anywhere." kenma huffed but his raven haired friend was already walking away.

"here are your orders, kenma." you announce, setting the food down on the table. "let me know if you need anything else."

you were just about to walk back to the counter when you suddenly felt a hand stop you by your wrist. you turned around towards a sheepish looking kenma. his eyes landing on every where but you.

"i have that game you're saving up. if you want, we can play it together. it's a multiplayer game right? i haven't started on it because kuroo sucks at shooting games." kenma's voice has always been soft and very quiet. some would've found it hard to understand what he just said but to you, you could hear him as clear as day.

"sure, we can play it this friday if you want?"

kenma nodded, finally lifting his head up to look at you.

"see you on friday then."

[marikaaajoy]

my relationship with digital art and how BNHA salvaged it

I just wanted to let out my thoughts but I can only do it here :>

This might be a downer for some people but I’d like to share it with people here. BNHA means the world to me and this is why.

I first started drawing when I was 7 years old in 2006

I think it’s ugly now, but 7 year old me remembered being so proud of this because this is a drawing of my stepfather. This is the only drawing I have that was from my childhood. I think the aim here is to draw in anime style BUT I didn’t even watch anime back then. I had a classmate who loves anime and she taught me to draw in school. Drawing became a favorite hobby immediately after that.

Then it was 2013 and I was 14 years old. Drawing is still my favorite thing to do besides being on the computer. I love anime at this point too. My parents bought an iPad for the whole family, but I was almost always the one using it. I discovered an app called ArtStudio and thought “Wow, I can draw without making a mess and with only my fingers” because I was always too lazy to take out my drawing materials and clean up afterwards.

These were my first digital drawings. The pirate one was the very first. I got obsessed real fast. I can color so easily, undo any mistake, layers are a blessing too. There was just so much more freedom. I always sucked at coloring in traditional art and I didn’t like the mess (idk my hands get so messy traditionally)

The next year, it was 2014, I was 15. My birthday is in a couple of months and I knew my parents were planning to buy me something pricey (I think it was a laptop) so I approached them and asked if they could just buy the Wacom Bamboo as a present which was cheaper anyway and I even explained how it works to them and how it would allow me to draw on the computer instead of the iPad. I tried really hard to be convincing. I would have prepared a powerpoint presentation if I had to.

They did give me the wacom as a present. They even gave it to me months before my birthday so I could use it already. I thought I was the luckiest teen in the world with my parents.

These are a collection of my favorite works from 2014 to 2016. The middle one was my second drawing using wacom and Paint Tool SAI. I was a part of a lot of fandoms in those years lol

It gets downhill from there :/

April 2016, my mom and I moved to Japan, while my stepfather and siblings stay in my country. It was tough. For someone who is obsessed with anime, you’d think I’d be thrilled to live in Japan.

I was. Though only at the first few months. It’s not the same as it’s portrayed in anime (I should’ve known but I used to be blinded by anime). It was just lonely. The language barrier sucked and then lots of financial and family issues until my parents split. I got my first boyfriend too and I thought I was blessed by the nicest boy, but the relationship became extremely toxic but I didn’t have it in me to walk away.

All the shit that happened affected me mentally and emotionally. My biggest outlet which was digital drawing, was also out of the question because I did not have a computer/laptop when we moved to Japan. We left it in our home for my stepfather and siblings, even the iPad. I have my wacom with me, but no computer/laptop to use it with. I couldn’t draw.

I tried though. I used my phone to draw, but it wasn’t the same. Then the life problems got piled up, things got worse, and I just lost motivation in anything. Literally anything. From 2016 to 2019, I stopped watching anime, I dropped out of all the fandoms I’m in, I stopped watching my favorite TV series or movies, and I stopped drawing. I even got a bit disconnected with my friends who lived in my country (we talk regularly online). My family was broken so I gave all my attention to my toxic relationship as well which made everything worse too lol

I didn’t draw besides from a few scribbles and the drawings above. I did try digital art on my phone a couple of times again and even posted them on my IG, but they weren’t any good. Eventually, I got mentally and emotionally drained and dropped out of senior high school. I just stayed home for almost a year, leeching off of my mom. I felt even more worthless and my life had no direction at this point. Nothing mattered anymore.

April 2019 or so I think, my (ex)bf bought me a laptop. He says it’s a gift, but I think the real reason was to make up for something horrible that he did (which is stupid because money /gifts won’t resolve anything). I have a laptop. I can draw again, but I didn’t. I didn’t care, I wasn’t interested in drawing anymore anyway.

Welp. June 2019, I went back to my country. My (ex) bf stayed in Japan. The distance helped me end the relationship and my friends were there (they always were) to help put me back together along with two trips to therapy. I went back to finish my senior high school in my own country this time. That said, I have to stay in my country for school (but I was happy because I didn’t wanna go back to Japan yet when the breakup was still fresh and with going back to school, my life has a direction again.)

It was weird. I remember just being sorta lost and confused because I used to put my time, effort and everything into my previous toxic relationship, which was now gone. I was free and I had so much free time that I didn’t know what to do with it. I got so used to doing nothing and being nothing.

This is where BNHA enters.

Dunno when it started, but I started seeing Bakugou frequently online. It’s usually just Bakugou. I knew who he was because my friend suggested BNHA to me back in late 2018 I think but I didn’t watch it since I’ve lost interest in everything at that point in my life.

But ye I thought he hot af but I still didn’t watch BNHA.

But then for some reason he REALLY kept appearing in my social medias and it was really frequent. The last straw was when I saw a pic of him in UA’s gym uniform and thought “damn boi aight imma watch bnha for u” (y’all gotta admit he looks good in those colors with his combat boots XD )

I watched BNHA. Fell in love with Iida along the way. Then I switched to Tokoyami (but Shoji was hot too so aaaaa), but then angry emotionally-constipated sea urchin head caught my heart again. But oof. BakuDeku moments really made me feel some type of way I haven’t felt since I moved to Japan. It felt new but nostalgic. I fell hard in that ship.

I started obsessing. From memes to posts to fanfictions to buying merch to filling my room with BNHA posters. I realized I was reverting to my old self from the time I was still happy and it was thanks to BNHA (and the good people who helped me through the worst too)

Shit I wanted to draw BNHA, I thought.

I mean, I have a laptop, I still have my wacom and drawing softwares. I could totally draw digitally again if I wanted to.

But guess what

I can’t :c

My hand physically cannot draw. My drawings don’t look the way I want them too. 3 years of not drawing really destroyed any skill I had. I was back to square one.

September (yeah they’re ugly, I laughed at it). If you’re wondering why I drew on paper, it’s because, for some reason, I really CANNOT draw digitally. I mean it. I can barely sketch digitally at this point. The lines and shapes just doesn’t come to life. They’re just scribbles. But somehow, I can kinda draw on paper with a ballpoint pen. But yeah, that was the best I could do at this point in my life

After that, I still tried to draw, to regain my old art style, but it didn’t happen... It just doesn’t look or feel the same. Drawing used to be fun. But during this phase, it felt like my ugly drawings were just mocking me (probably was just too emo that time lol)

Weirdly, around a week or two I think, after my half-assed attempts at drawing, I managed to draw digitally somehow o.o

I did a Midoriya and Todoroki drawing like this too. It was my first post here on Tumblr I think. The annoying part here is that I cannot draw digitally unless I draw on paper first, take a pic, and then trace the lineart. I couldn’t draw directly on the computer. Granted, drawing on paper and drawing on digital is very different for me in the first place anyway. But it was still a pain. And it still looked like shit. I can only draw stiff poses :/ it seems like my brain decided to delete all data about anatomy and posture and backgrounds. My lineart here is even messy af. It still really not the same as my old style.

By 2020, I think I got my old art style back. On March, I made this. This took me 27 total of hrs to make.

Right now, I think it’s not bad, but back in March, I was disappointed with the result. This is when I finally broke down crying because it didn’t look good enough and I hated that it took me 27 hrs to draw “bullshit.” I was angry at myself for losing interest in drawing for 3 years when I could’ve used that time to improve. I had to start all over again and it still didn’t look good. (Current me thinks that the drawing above is alright. I was just a lot harsher to myself back then. Used to have a lot of issues but I’m doing great now)

I cried myself to sleep that night. Woke up wanting to cry again. I wallowed in sadness for a couple of days. Eventually told my friends what’s up. Got some pep talk. Even talked to my sister (she’s great, she always hypes me up with my stuff and sometimes I think she’s my biggest fan with how she appreciates my drawings and I’m really grateful for that).

My world turned a 180 and I was weirdly positive after all that crying because brain chemicals and shit. I had a revelation. If I hate how my art style looked so much, then I should have been putting effort in changing my art style, not trying to regain my old art style (that I don’t like anymore)

I researched a lot. I analyzed different art styles and anatomy again. I did everything I could think of to find a style that works for me. I might have even neglected school for a bit to focus on digital art lmao

After all that work, I posted a fanart of middle school BakuDeku in their classroom. I love that fanart so much even if I probably have better ones by now because that was the first fanart I made that I felt like I could be proud of and it was the first one I made in my new art style. It was a milestone for me.

March 2020, I moved back to Japan and without the toxic relationship, I’m a lot positive now. Happy. I’m myself again after the previous bad years. I’m still continuously learning though, trying to improve, but at least, now, I found my own art style :) I really suck at interacting with people online, but I’m always grateful for the support everyone has been giving my fanarts. I’m happy when my content makes people happy.

This is why BNHA is important to me. The series is great alone, but it’s not just that to me. BNHA is so much more. It’s what made me find the passion to create again, only this time, it’s focused on drawing (I used to write, but now I just draw, but maybe I’ll write again for BNHA).

My family is supportive with my love for BNHA, but I think they don’t know the deeper reason why I love it. Sure, I was fine living on with nothing much going on in my life. I’ll finish school, get a job, work until I die or something. It was okay. It was the way of life. But BNHA gave my life color again. I wasn’t just blindly going through life anymore. I have something to look forward to everyday now. BNHA even became a bridge to other things. Ever since then, I’m a lot more open to people, to try new things, to explore and not just live through life and waste away. I got better at leaving my comfort zone. I’ve never been happier in my life :D

Thank you for supporting my fanarts. Thank you so much for giving me a chance to express myself through BNHA. I hope to make more content in the future and improve even more :)

[toothsy]

Jealous Art || Izuku Midoriya

A/N : My second one aaaaa and this time with Izuku Midoriya ! The requests are open, for now there’s no rules but I’m doing them actually qwqqq so huuuh they’re coming ! But I hope you’ll like this one ! Tell me what you think please ! I need some criticism TwT

Warnings : Angst / Fluff

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The threes around you were moving slowly because of the soft wind, the sun was shiny, fitting perfectly in the blue sky that almost had no clouds. It was a perfect day for you to continue your painting, so you went to the park with all your materials and once you found the perfect spot, you put everything in place and place your paint. You looked at your surroundings, a forest was around the park, inside there was some people walking, some with their dogs or others with their friends. There was also a playground where a lot of kids were running after each other’s. You looked back at your art. Once you saw it, a smile appeared on your face, for the first time, you were really proud of what you did and were excited to show it. You were rarely proud of your paintings, but for him, you had to do the best you could.

You were painting your one and only crush, Izuku Midoriya. It’s been a while now that you were thinking how you would confess to him, once you had this idea, you were always sketching, painting and trying to make it perfect every single time and now that it was as good as you hoped for, you were satisfied. You take your brush, soak it in the green paint then slowly pet the painting with it. You bite your tongue, asking yourself if you should fix the hair or not. You shake your head, it was perfect. It had to be. You put your brush in the cup of water then soak it in another color, petting the painting again in a different place this time.

Tired, blue boy walks my way

Holding a girl’s hand

Your smile slowly faded away, when you asked yourself ‘Is he really going to like it ? What if he thinks I’m a freak ? I paint him without asking him, maybe he would think it’s weird ?’ The world around you seemed to stop for a moment, is he really going to like something that YOU did ? Tears appeared in the coiner of your eyes. ‘He likes Uraraka anyway, huh ?’ You had nothing against the brunette, actually you were really close to her. She was so friendly, so sweet, always happy, confident, determined, so him, so Deku. He was hanging with her a lot recently, less with you. Sometimes you even had to go to Katsuki’s gang to not be alone at dinner, because they were together and you felt like disturbing them. You missed him, honestly. You missed the way it used to be, but you couldn’t blame it on the poor brunette, it wasn’t her fault, she just wanted friends and the world decided that she would be closer to him too.

Even though you had nothing against her, doesn’t mean you weren’t jealous. Now thinking about it, if they started dating in front of you, would you support it ? Would you be able to not cry ? You couldn’t - no, you really couldn’t. You looked at your work and a small sob left your lips. The painting was almost finished and you were standing there for so long without touching it that it was already dry.

That basic bitch leaves finally

Now I can take her man

It was too late, everything was too late, YOU were too late. Your e/c eyes were now puffy and red from crying, still standing in front of your paint. Can you accept it ? Can you forgive them and think about something else ? Can you ? You knew the answer to your confession, there was no reason of continuing the art that you took so long to do anymore. What a waste, but at least, you’ll probably make someone’s life better, huh ? Maybe they fit perfectly for each other’s arm after all. Their lips probably for each other’s. Everything probably fits with each other’s. It was making you jealous. You know it.

You wipe your tears away and then put all your brushes in your bag, closing it and then take your painting, putting it under your arm, since it was dry you knew it would not ruin your clothes. You didn’t know where you could put this painting. Absolutely not in the dorms since someone would see it, not your home either since your parents would notice you, then where ? You decided to go to your parent’s house, you really couldn’t risk to someone seeing it.

Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours

You sighed and was about to walk to your parent’s house until you heard a familiar voice, a voice that you would normally be happy to hear, but right now was really not the time. Not him. Not now. Not here. It was really not the good timing for him to come.

‘’Y/N-san !’’ You heard the boy you couldn’t see right now calling out your name, yelling out your name actually. You closed your eyes tightly, clenching your mouth. ‘Can I just forget him for one moment ?’

But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad ?

You heard footsteps of someone running and panting behind you, getting closer. ‘’Y/n ! Breakfast is ready and we didn’t know w-where you were. Uraraka t-told us that y-you were probably in the park... so I came here !’’ Explained the green haired teen. You didn’t turn around, clenching your fist. ‘Can I forget her for one moment ?’ You sighed, you haven’t turn around yet, you couldn’t, it was hurting too much. You tried tho, to sound convincing when you said ‘’Ah, I’m sorry Midoriya... You don’t have to wait for me for breakfast, I’ll past this time.’’

The boy wasn’t convinced at all. When you heard the footsteps behind you, you thought that he was leaving, so you were disappointed. You turned around, like you were wishing he could’ve stayed and your e/c eyes widened when you understood that he was actually following you and that he stayed. He stopped, staring at you for a moment with his eyes widened a little. ‘’A-Are you okay ? What were you doing in the pa-‘’ his eyes stopped to the painting under your arm.

Pacify her

She’s getting on my nerves

He couldn’t see it since you were hiding it under your arm and even put it closer to your chest, but he swears he saw some green on it. ‘’O-Oh. You’re painting ? That’s g-great ! Can I see ?’’ He asked, getting closer, but stopped once he saw your expression again. Your eyes were widened, like you thought he was crazy and you were backing away. He started to really get worried now. Why were you like this ?

‘’I-I’m Sorry Midoriya...’’ ‘’Izuku.’’ You blinked and looked at him confused. ‘’Call me Izuku, Y/n.’’ He said, looking into your beautiful e/c orbs, getting serious. You blinked again and looked at the ground. ‘’I-I’m Sorry... Izuku.’’ Telling his first name was weird for you, but for Midoriya it felt like music in his ears. His face was as red as a tomato. You were still getting back, not breaking eye contact with him. ‘’It’s just... well, you see- eep !’’ Walking on a rock, you fell on the ground, feeling your butt hitting the hard ground made you growl in pain, letting go your painting while falling.

You don’t love her

Stop lying with those words

He was startled at first but ran immediately to your side. ‘’Y-Y/n are you okay ??’’ He asked, falling on his knees next of you. You sit back and growled in pain again. ‘’Y-Yeah.. I-I just..’’ you looked at him and your eyes widened. Your orbs meeting his, feeling your cheeks rising up. You looked at his cute face, his freckles were making him more cute then ever and his green hair seemed so soft, you were wondering yourself if you should touch them or not.

His cheeks turned red, he gulped and then looked away in a shy way. Once you realized you were making him uncomfortable, you got on your knees immediately and tried to put back your brushed into your bag. ‘’S-Sorry..’’ you whispered. He looked at the painting and then took it, his eyes widened once he saw the beautiful piece of art that you made. Your eyes widened in pure terror. ‘’W-Wait, Izuku-kun, it’s not what-‘’ ‘’Is it for me ?’’ He asked while turning to you.

Pacify her

She’s getting on my nerves

You gulped, nodding your head slowly. He looked back at it and smiled. ‘’Y/n ! It’s so good ! You paint myself so well... why would you do that for me ?’’ He had stars in his eyes in pure admiration, almost the same admiration that he has for the number one super hero, All Might. Your cheeks raised up, tears were now too hard to hold. They slowly fell on your cheeks while you started to sob uncontrollably. Once he noticed this, he panicked again. ‘’D-Did I say something wrong ?? I-I’m so sorry ! I-‘’

‘’I love you.’’ His eyes widened, his heartbeat stopped and it felt like the world around him stopped for a moment. You continued to sob, wiping tears even tho they were falling back on your cheeks. You did it. You confessed in a mess, exactly what you tried to avoid. How could you be so selfish ? You knew he liked someone else, you knew he liked her, but still, you tried anyway. ‘’I love you for a long time now. I adore you, Midoriya... and I know that you like Uraraka, I’m so selfish I’m so sorry..’’

You don’t love her

Stop lying with those words.

You stopped, putting your hands away, you stopped wiping your tears knowing it was useless, but still had your eyes closed shot. ‘’I’m a mess, I can’t do anything right. I-I don’t want to break our friendship, yet here I am, confessing like a stupid, selfish-‘’ You were cut by a pair of lips connecting to yours. You opened your eyes, shocked to see Izuku kissing you passionately. You took a moment, like you couldn’t process what was happening and like you were not believing it. When you felt him pulling away, you kissed him back, not letting him breath again.

He seemed reassured, kissing until you both pulled away from the long and passionate kiss. He sighed, putting his hand on yours, with a serious face. ‘’Y/n, I love you. That’s all you need to remember.’’ You smiled and wipe your tears, this time, they weren’t falling anymore. You were happy. All the pain before left your body like it was never there. ‘’I-Izuku...’’ you whispered. He looked at you, waiting for you to continue what you were about to say. You looked into his eyes and smiled. ‘’Thank you...’’

[storybookstalker]

Story or headcanon form: "Harley Quinn becoming obsessed with Hero!Reader when (she/he) legitimately tries to help her reform and whatever. It looks like (she/he) made progress but they're wrong, in a way..."

AAaaa I got a bit carried away but I hope it’s still alright! 

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Months had gone by since that one night, you couldn’t remember much of it if you were being honest. Flashes of fire and light came to mind, Harley’s breakdown surrounded by smoke. Smoke rising from various buildings and cars. You had been in pain but exactly how much pain was anyone’s guess. The months following the mass destruction of downtown Gotham were calmer than they had been in a few years. Without Harley’s help, Joker tended to stay in Arkham longer. Not to say he didn’t escape, but hey. It’s Gotham. Thinking Gotham would be crimeless is like thinking pigs may fly tomorrow morning. But you were still in the glow of Harley’s near successful reform. When she wasn’t murderous, you found you had more in common with the woman than you thought you would have. Her therapy had been narrowed down to once a week. You were very proud, beyond happy your gut was right about Harley’s feelings and the possibility of her reform. On your way to pick her up, to take her to therapy. Then out to an early dinner. 

You yawned, leaning against your car in the driveway of Harley’s group home. Living with a group of people for a year or two, whether it were a group home or simply a shared apartment, was a condition of her reform.  Harley swung the door of the home open. She paused to excitedly wave to whoever was inside. You smiled.

Shifting, you were a bit confused as to why you felt as sore as you did. There was confusion towards why you didn’t quite remember much of your hangout with Harley, but you vaguely remember driving her home. You really should take more breaks from all these all nighters. Especially the “hero”ing part of it. Rubbing the back of your neck, you heave yourself from bed. You tense, hearing a loud crash from downstairs as you push the bedroom door open. The noise snapped the drowsiness from your eyes and you were quick to grab the nearest weapon, quicker to rush into the front area of your home. It smelled like bacon? Halting as your kitchen came into view, your mind blanked on the answer to the noise. Harley was in your kitchen. Making breakfast from what it looked like. She had dropped a pan, bacon and grease smacked into the floor.

“Aw damnit-” The blonde threw her hands up in an exaggerated way- “That was the last batch!” 

You didn’t quite remember coming home and you definitely didn’t remember letting Harley into your house. Loudly, you question what the fuck she was doing. She’d been doing so good for so long, why was she in your house? 

“Oh Suga, ya don’t remember?” She mused with that drawl of an accent that seemed to only belong to her. You went to tell her off- 

She continued, “You were supa sleepy driving me ‘ome last night, so I offered to drive ya back. I didn’t wanna just take ya car and I figured ya wouldn’t mind if I crashed on the couch. Felt so bad bout all the crimin’, ‘specially with that havin’ used to be me. So I buckled up early and make ya breakfast!”

 She looked up from cleaning the floor, a happy smile on her face. “I know it’s hard to trust me after all that, but I’ve been doin’ real good! Just you wait, you’ll see! I’ll blow you away with all the work I’ve put into this, babydoll!”

It made you feel bad, in a way. You were so quick to jump to the worst. Glancing down at the mess, you threw your weapon onto the nearest counter and went to go get a mop. 

The two of you settled down in the living room to finish breakfast with the morning cartoons after you apologize for jumping to conclusions. Harley finally tossed you back the remote with a laugh. You moved to get the dishes but she quickly jumped to beat you to it. 

“Feel free to which the channel, suga! I’ve gotta pee so you got a bit before I come back to hassle you for remote rights!” She called to you. 

Smirking you flipped through channels. You paused, having landed on the News. A small ‘hmf’ sound slipped from your lips, might as well see what the media was selling. You’d check it out yourself later on. Nothing important, it seemed though. That being thought, you were about to continue flipping through channels when a new headline flashed onto the screen. 

“5 people found dead in home group”

The reporter stood in front of Harley’s group home, going on to clearly tell the story with concerned eyes. Late in the night yesterday. Yesterday. You suddenly felt disgusted, dizzy. Had Harley…? Arms loosely wrapped around you from behind, a comforting gesture if they hadn’t killed people within 48 hours. You hissed, asking why as you shot away from her. After all the work, all the emotions in the last couple months. Was everything a lie? Why lie in the first place?! You trip over the coffee table, why were you so dizzy? What was Harley doing?

“Suga please! Sit down you’ll hurt yourself!” She cried out, ignoring your questions. 

You glared at her, snapping. What was happening? Why would she do this? Any of this?

“I didn’t lie! Sit down and I’ll tell ya babydoll.” She spoke as if she were speaking to a child, but you complied reluctantly. You snarled when she moved towards you, she slowed but didn’t stop.

“Well, suga, I knew if I didn’t do it you wouldn’t ever give me a chance yknow?” She started, why was she tearing up? Crying? You were more than confused, the feeling of floating wasn’t much help. You ask what the hell she was talking about, a chance? A chance at what? A chance at peacefully killing people!?

“A chance at likin’ me!” She blurts out, tears might have started streaming down her face but it was getting harder and harder to focus. “Maybe ya would’ve loved me after while… but all those whores in that awful house! They constantly talk about you behind my back! They all liked ya I’m sure! What’s there not to like..?” 

Harley lunged towards you with a sob, putting herself between your feet before you could react. 

“I couldn’t let them do that suga! I couldn’t-” She gripped the end of your shirt, pulling it to her- “I’d worked so hard to get ya to like me! They were horrible an’ disgusting, sometimes they was fun. But your dignity’s always been more ‘portant than me! So they had to go honeybunny!” She paused, sounding far away. 

You felt much too heavy to react. You wondered if Harley was smiling, you must have asked why. 

“Because I love ya so much suga’ pea.” Whatever drug she had slipped into you finally slapped you unconscious, and you were left to the thoughtless void.  

[wayneimagine]

Wedding bells

Anon asked: Idk if you’re doing requests but maybe!!! Could you do a thing with Wayne on his wedding day cuz I saw somewhere(I think it was here??) of him marrying young and adoring his wife and I’m FEELING THINGS RN??? Or something where he reflects back on his past and just gets lowkey emotional about his current happy family(wife and kids and new friends or something??) if ur not taking requests pls feel emotions with me over this AAAAA

Guess who had mayor feels while writing this? This is one of my favorite imagines, hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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If someone had said to Wayne that he would marry the love of his life when he turned 20 in a room with his loved ones, he wouldn’t have believed them. He thought that he would never fall in love with someone or that it wouldn’t be serious enough to propose to them. Love just wasn’t in Wayne’s plans. But now, here he was. Straightening his suit while waiting for (Y/N) to show up and start the new part of their lives together. They had met when they were fifteen, and they were absolute highschool sweethearts even though all their classmates thought Wayne was crazy and dangerous. (Y/N) had been friends with Orlando since they were born and when she changed schools she met Wayne thanks to him. She wasn’t scared of him, and she helped him when his dad died. They went to Florida together to get his dad’s car back and even though he had to spend one year on a prison there, (Y/N) visit him every visitation day. Sometime he wondered how he got so lucky with her. He loved her more than anything, so that’s why when they both turned nineteen, he proposed to her. She was overjoyed. She loved him dearly too, so they started making arrangements to have the wedding as fast as possible. And now here he was. Orlando next to him as the best man, a few friends from college, (Y/N)’s family, his mom (who, even though it had been difficult for the two of them) had reconnected with him after he left prison and the man who used to be his principal and who let him live with him when he came back to Brockton and didn’t have nowhere to be.

Wayne thought about all they had done for this day. (Y/N) had started working teaching English to a few immigrants and Wayne had done multiple jobs, from construction to internships in banks and companies. The two of them had saved a lot for a house, and with help from both of their families (who were more than happy to help them because they just wanted to see them happy and married), they got enough money to have the ceremony on a nice banquet hall.

“You nervous man? You don’t stop fidgeting ” Orlando asked

Wayne swallowed before shaking his head “She’s gonna be here any minute.”

“Dude, I still can’t believe we’re doing this.” Wayne furrowed his eyebrows at him with a slight scowl on his face

“What you mean?”

“I always thought I would get married before you. I mean, we had just finished mid term finals and you were buying the ring.”

Wayne chuckled “You’ll find the one. What happened with that girl from vet school...”

Everyone turned silent as the bridesmaids entered the banquet hall. There were Trish, Jenny, another girl from college named Veronica and Del. Each one of them were wearing a light pink dress and a bouquet of daisies.

“Can’t believe this is happening” Del whispered

“Right? That’s what I said to Wayne”

“At least he’s wearing a normal suit and not something like what my Dad wore at his weddings” Jenny said and they bit their tongues to not let out a chuckle.

All except Wayne who was too busy in seeing (Y/N) appear. She walked down the aisle with her dad and god she looked absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a white short dress and a flower crown which held the veil. Her smile couldn’t get bigger and when she was next to Wayne she locked eyes with him.

“Well don’t you look extremely handsome with that suit?” She whispered

“I love you”

The ceremony started and all went smoothly. (Y/N) was wrapping her head around the fact that she was now a McCullough when it was time for the kiss. At least now she didn’t have to stand up on her tiptoes, all thanks to her heels. They kissed and everyone cheered up and even some of them whistled. After they ate, the couple had their first dance as a married couple and they started dancing with their families.

“I can’t believe my baby boy just got married” Maureen said to Wayne.

Wayne smiled and saw (Y/N) on the other part of the room. She was dancing with her younger brother, and they were laughing while he spinned her around.

“Everyone says it’s a surprise that I asked her so soon, you think the same?” Wayne asked her mother after twirling her around

“Of course no! It’s so obvious that you two love each other, you can sense it from a million miles away. I remember when I met her and she said you were just friends. Yeah, just friends my ass.”

Wayne laughed while remembering that part of their trip to Florida. “We had gotten into a fight and we took a break before...ya know”

“You stopped her from leaving and kissed her? Yeah, I remember seeing my son’s first kiss”

“Now look where we’re. Seriously Wayne, I couldn’t be happier for you. I’m so proud of the man you’ve become. You’ve changed for the better.”

Wayne smiled and his face turned red. “Thanks ma.”

The song ended after a while and it changed to a different and more upbeat song. (Y/N) grabbed Wayne’s arm saying “It’s our song! From our first dance at Trish and Jenny’s school”

Trish and Jenny must have remembered too because they started chanting “Wayne, Wayne, Wayne” along with Del while they danced.

After a while of dancing, (Y/N) went to her table to take of her heels with Del, who couldn’t stop teasing her.

“So? (Y/N) McCullough, oh tell us please, when will you bring to the world a little McCullough? We’ll need to get ready and fireproof everythin’ and buy ‘em hammer” (Y/N) laughed and tried to hide her blushing face. “Jeez Del, if we have a baby you’ll have to learn things about babies too, ya know? You’ll be their cool aunt.”

Del smirked “Hell yeah, I’ll show ‘em the best music in the world and how to throw a punch at a bully”

After a couple of more songs it was time to cut the cake. Of course that when they cut the first piece for the newly weds they got the other one dirty on the face with the cake. After they cleaned up, and everyone got their piece, Orlando got up to make a toast.

“I’ve known (Y/N) since we were in diapers, and I never imagined her with someone like Wayne. But Jesus, when they met each other, all thanks to me (don’t worry Del, you also helped their relationship), they couldn’t be in different rooms. (Y/N) had fallen in love with him after a month and two dates and Wayne had had a crush on her since he laid eyes on her”

“So, one day at college, Wayne goes to me and says he’s got somethin’ to show to me. And he just goes and takes out of his bag a tiny box and when he opens it I’m shocked to see an engagement ring.”

“Turns out, the same day after we got our mid term finals results and he saw he had done them well, he went to Del’s university, picked ‘er up and went to buy a ring. Five days later, he calls me thrilled to say that (Y/N) had accepted.”

“All in all, I want to say that these two are your highschool sweethearts who have gone through a lot of things, so I’m have to see them here, on a day for themselves only. I congratulate you guys and wish you the best.”

(Y/N) and Wayne and hug Orlando and everyone cheers and congratulates the two of you and (Y/N) can’t thank Del enough for helping Wayne pick out a beautiful ring because all of this is happening thanks to her too.

Another hour goes by and, after throwing a bouquet of roses (which Jenny catches and yells “gay rights!” because she’s super drunk as well as Trish who goes to her and kiss her and wow they’re also highschool sweethearts), (Y/N) and Wayne are only a few of the people who are slow dancing.

(Y/N) is resting her head on his shoulder while his arms are loosely wrapped around her waist and they’re slowly moving to the music, because they feel they’re the only people in the room.

“I love you so much.” (Y/N) says looking at Wayne. He pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and smiles as she continues “This is one of the best days of my live.”

“I think the same. I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.” Wayne says and she kisses him.

Because they have gone through ups and downs on their relationship and people think they’re too young but they’re young and in love and (Y/N) loves her now husband and Wayne adores his wife.

 And they know everything will turn out fine because they have each other and they can begin a new stage of their relationship.

[hoongjong]

You know me, I had to hold myself back from sending each number in this ask game ^^' So, here I go! If you don't want to answer all of them, just answer the ones you're most comfortable with answering 💞

1 for red velvet

3 & 4

6

9 & 10

14 to 17

I did send too many 💔 Sorry I'm just too curious 😅

aaaAA thank you for playing with me 🥺💕💖 and you can send as many as you like omg don’t worry bby i love answering questions like these!!!

1. which is your favourite piece you’ve created for [red velvet]?

hmm i think i'll go with my rvf website mock-up, mostly bc making this was sooo much fun 💞 looking for cute little icons, picking pretty colours for the duotone effect, writing the website text + me being overly excited for this comeback, just fjfdhgj all of it was fun ;;;;; me liking the outcome is just a little bonus i guess ahahah now 3 years later i see a couple of things i would do differently but in general i'm still proud of it and that says a lot since usually i start hating my edits after a year or 2

3. which has the most “you” in it, however you’d define that?

i would say my red velvet rbb graphic! the composition/layout i created feels very “me” i guess bc of the rectangles. apart from that, the sans serif font i used here is my favourite, i use it all the time (poppins my beloved 💘)! + the colouring i created for this graphic - i've been using it for every other edit i've made after this one, it goes well with practically everything. i've been trying to create a standard colouring for myself for years now so finally having one feels like such a big milestone for me :’’’’)

4. what is a piece that you’re particularly proud of?

my jisung monday to saturday graphic heh it’s cute and i love how playful it is with all the stickers and the colours and the handwritten comments!!! i feel like i managed to capture a vibe that not only fits jisung well but also the song!

6. how would you describe your style(s)? in the case that having many different styles is a part of your artistic approach, are there certain aesthetic points that remain consistent?

i lean more towards this editorial style editing and if i go through all the graphics i’ve made in the past 8 years this style is smth i’ve continuously used, even if the outcome between a graphic i made 6 years ago (pls this is SO ugly) and one i made a few months ago is totally different, but i guess we can call that growth ahaha. i’ve tried some different styles a couple of times, such as working with textures, but i always end up going back to this style bc it works best for me

9. favourite aspect that you’ve seen in gfx/art?

stickers! 💞

10. favourite person/object/etc. to create gfx/art of?

definitely red velvet, my girls!!! but also exo!! i know i haven’t made an exo edit in a while but any pictures with them in it, be it teaser pictures or mv screenshots or magazine photoshoots or season’s greetings scans, they’re all 🤌👌anyone who’s been following me for over 5 years knows how obsessed i used to be with exo’s die jungs photobook lol i’ve made a couple of graphics with those pics and was recently thinking about how i’d love to make another die jungs graphic

14. are there any works where you had a particular direction in mind, but you changed it drastically near the end?

my rookie graphic omg i knew i wanted to do smth with retro 90s ui elements which i did end up doing, but the end result definitely isn’t what i had in mind lol, my usual approach didn’t work well so i tried out some new things which makes this whole graphic feel very experimental to me, almost as if it’s not my work. the outcome looks fine but it’s not exactly what i had envisioned

15. how does time affect your process? (ex. if you don’t finish a work after a certain time you feel that it won’t work out.)

uh well i’m a very slow editor (bc i’m a perfectionist) which means it takes ages for me to finish up a single panel. knowing that i’m as slow as a snail, this sometimes results in me being somewhat reluctant to edit bc i might spend 2 hours adding only 2 text boxes. kind of feels like a waste of time so sometimes i don’t even bother attempting to edit. it’s why i set deadlines for myself and start working on an edit at least a month before that deadline. without deadlines i’ll take my sweet sweet time working on smth (also due to my perfectionistic tendencies). when i do set a deadline, i find that it’s easier for me to get past my reluctance bc it has to be done before the deadline so i simply sit down and get to work and before i know it i finish a graphic 2 weeks in advance 😛 i mean even with a deadline i still have days where i only add 2 text boxes but i find that inspiration comes to me easier and faster when i’m under time pressure

16. would you want to create official gfx/art for any of your fandoms (ex. be hired by the artists’ company to create designs for their concert stages)?

that would be cool!!! but only in collaboration with someone else ahaha bc i’m Insecure™ and having someone beside me would be reassuring (and also fun, we could brainstorm together!)

17. 3 favourite comments/tags ever received on a work.

just a few snippets from my collection 😘

and bonus bc it’s so cute:

send me a number! 💕

[tumblunni]

Aaaa phewf a good but scary dayyyyy

I totally forgot i was due for a meeting with the Super Rehab Center For Brain Bads. Its like this intensive boot camp version of therapy, basically? Its a shared housing accommodation where you'd have individual nurses and do lots of lessons and classes every day to work on your particular needs, while also having a bit of a shared community and helping you ykbow meet other people like you and such? So its very scary but also could be really good for me but also its a big commitment and aaaa

Anyway you might recall i talked about this like a year ago and as far as i knew it wasnt actually an opyion for me and i'd got my hopes up/got my anxieties up all fot nothing. Well recently they just suddenly called me back and gave us this short notice appointment! I didnt even khnow i was on the waiting list!!

So yeah it was Big Anxious to go to a big meeting with them again and with different people and a more intense assesment and discussion of the possibilities. But also now i was worried cos i didnt know anymore of i should be here? Like they originally booked me in for this because was in a REALLY bad place mentally last year, like never going outsode for weeks and never cleaning the house and not taking my pills and not going to dpctors appointments and i was just desperate to do ANYTHING that could get me out of this shitty town even if it meant living in an intensive therapy hospital communal dorm thing for a year. And now i've improved quite a bit so i dont know if maybe i was worrying too much and this is something too drastic? Like man is this for people with more serious problems? Am i taking away resources that could be helping someone more ill than me? And also i never even started getting anxious about the size of thecommitment last time, i was just desperate to move house and i didnt even tgink about how i have to survive a year of extra anxiety to fight my anxiety...

So anyway we had that meeting today and i was so freaked the fuck out that as we speak right now i cannot actually fully see and im mostly touch typing. I had so much of a panic attack that i hit off the damn eye twitching dizziness super symptom hell and i nearly fainted when i had to stand up at the end of the meeting and walk out the door. Like holy shit so much adrenaline burning thru my braaaaaainnnn!!! Im gonna be exhausted in a minute i bet. But i'm extra proud of myself cos my new support worker richard said that it didnt show on my face how much i was panicking, i successfully managed to keep that anxiety attack under control and finish yhe conversation with grace! And he also said its no trouble when i ask him for help and stuff cos its not just his job but a job he loves, and he was happy to spend the day this way, knowing he helped someone like me through someyhinh so important. HE'S THE FUCKIN NICEST MAN EVER

also incidentally i also learned he's a SURPRISE GRANDPA?? Like not really, i mean he's more in the older adult range, but he just dropped it casually in conversation that he's 50 and i thought he was like 28?? I mean i have prosopagnosia so i suck at recognising facial expressions but i think even normal peopke would agree he looks hella young! Thats awesome he's even more smart and experienced than i thought!! No wonder he's been so amazing at his job! And he's extra awesome for how he's a dj if he didnt grow up as surrounded by computers and stuff, yknow?

ALSO A RELATED FACT:HE JUST CASUALLY DROPPED THAT HE'S A DJ

He has a fuckin 'sound room' in his house with 'a million microphones' and he brought it up cos i was sayibg about how i wanted to learn video editing and stuff and he said he can give me a free microphone from one of his spares! Damn i need to find a way to pay him back cps he won't take actual money for it, aaaa!! And also hehelped me remember the name of that one animation software i wanted to get someday, and he offered to teach me all his Super Secrets Of Getting Free Samples And Cheatibg The Time Limit. Like man u literally work for the government are u sure u should be sayin this? XD and i didnt actually say it was lets plays but i said i wanted to practise recording my voice to show my friends in other countries and help get less anxious. And then he started talking about podcasts so man for all i know maybe he watches lets plays too! He's gonba reccommend me some educational podcasts about science abd mental health and stuff :D

So yeah it all went way better than expected and i even got an odd chance to get to know my therapist on a more personal level and get some nice help with my hobbies! Also he's the only other person i've ever met who uses Paint Shop Pro 7! A friggin 1999 art software that i still keep cos im too dumb to learn a new one aaaaa. He validated me by agreeing that its very conveinient and comparatively newbie friendly, yes! But its having incompatibility issues since windows 10 came out so aaa i know eventualky i need to learn a new thing lol

Man my sypport worker is so damn awesome and its so rare i acconplish a good thing and have a good day and dont lose to my anxiety! I jus lt wish i wasnt still experiencing the horrible side effects of that anxiety lol. Typing this up helped distract me for long enough for my vision to clear up a bit but now my headache is extreme! I hate that pills take like an hour to kick in.

Man maybe i should order a takeaway pizza or somethin?? To celebrate not fuckin up at a chance to improve my mental health! And also cos its hard to cook things when you have no functioning eyeballs!

[shadsasaur]

I FINALLY HAVE A COMPUTER AGAIN! I can type more than one phone textbox worth of things before getting too anxious about being unable to scroll! HOORJ

@rah-bop tagged me so HERE WE GO

Rules: Answer the questions you’re given at the end, write 11 of your own, and tag 11 people.

What’s something good that happened in 2017? I got to go on a foolish adventure and finally see Styx‽ I learned to throw pottery on a wheel‽‽ I continue to have three marvelous greyscale animals I can put my face right on whenever I want‽‽‽

What are your goals for 2018? Well uh, originally it was to finish one blanket [the mushy], make a second blanket, and finish my walking 1000 miles [DA DADA DAAAAAAA]. But now, the mushy is done, blanket 2 is about 32%ish done just THIS WEEK, and im 12km away from hitting the 1000 mile mark‽ I am full of too much fire this month and goals are getting destroyed, looks like I’m gonna need some new ones. Maybe it will be painting more minis.

What was one of the most fun things you’ve ever done? Oh gosh, it has to be the whole honeymoon week. Climbing around castles and into neolithic ruins, touching standing stone rings, and sleeping in a friggin castle with a falconry school on the grounds.  What’s the coolest thing within arm’s reach right now? NORMALLY this answer would be Peps, but I just got home and she isn’t out yet. Let’s go with blanket project!

If I don’t shag this up spectacularly it’ll be a 6′ wide, 2′ tall + 2′ tail dragon wing blanket-scarf-wrap. The tail will be stuffed. Maybe there will be tail spikes. Maybe there will be a ridge of crocodile stitch scales down the back. Maybe there will be a couple bands on the wing-bones to slip my arms through so I don’t have to hold it. Maybe a piece with a button to attach it like a cape‽ I’m making it up as I go so WHO KNOWS! Either way, am I EVER just going to wrap my self up in my wings and dissociate spicy lizard style.

What does your work space look like? Not getting any pictures. I have no set workspace, I’m just a trashlord who slowly accumulates a 2′ radius aura of art supplies around whatever part of the house I’m sitting in right now.

What’s a new skill you’d like to learn someday? Woodturning! Holy CRAP do I want to try a lathe.

Is there a movie/show/game that changed your life, even in a small way? Well, I have people on here who I have known for literally 18 years through pokemon so that is a big one.

What’s a trope you enjoy in fiction? Can you give me an example? REDEEM. THAT. SHITLORD! Give me Peridot becoming an eccentric party member. Give me Reno being an ally-adjacent buttmonkey. Give me the assholes realizing their faults and turning the hell around!!! YEAH.

Is there something you’re looking forward to? Nothing in particular right now that isn’t directly project-based!!! But seriously, the past few weeks have been the best for me, brainwise, in literal YEARS. I have so much energy at work I’m constantly stimming. I paced SIX KM one day in a couple hours between serving customers. I’m ripping through projects because I can’t keep my hands still. It has been maybe four years since I have even felt the CAPACITY to be able to look forward to something with genuine optimism, and I can’t manage it right now do to too many irons in the fire!!! I guess I am hoping and looking that this lasts a while long enough for me to be able to plan things TO look to?! So much fire, and it’s all being aimed at shorter term things aaaaa What did you do today? Worked. Das it, b’ys. Haven’t been home too long since. What is one food you could eat every day for a week without getting sick of it? Uhm... Lex sometimes makes this Cuban picadillo recipe which is basically ground beef, tomatoes and raisins cooked in essentially pumpkin spice and served on rice, and I could eat that every day. It sounds so weird but omg. Non-foods? I drink 1-2L of orange juice a day, i might have a problem.

Eh, which mutuals have I not seen tagged in this yet.. don’t feel obligated but if you want to!! @tylociraptor @nethilia @broliloquy @skullamity @dyzzyah @jdowzell @cowtato @arbert

1. Coolest thing you own? 2. What are you most proud of accomplishing?  3. Any projects in the works right now? 4. What’s your dream vacation? 5. Favourite insult? 6. Is there anything you consider the Best Thing You’ve Made? Art, writing, foodstuffs, etc? 7. If you could bring back any TV show, what would it be? 8. What animal is the most aesthetically pleasing? The choice of what aesthetic is entirely yours ;D 9. Do you have a favourite meme? 10. Favourite extinct megafauna?! 11. What is The Best Monster. Mythology, fiction, folklore, games, it does not matter!

[dearlyvon]

Happy Fanfiction Writers’ Appreciation Day!!!

Even tho I’m probably late haha. And I think I got the name wrong. But meh. The thought’s there. This for all of you writers out there, be it if you’re popular or not.  You should be proud of what you do since you keep us, readers, entertained and satisfy or thirst for scenarios that might not happen in real life. You manage to make another beautiful and original piece each time you put your thoughts into words, and we are lucky enough that you post it so that we could read what you make. I hope you know that you are very much appreciated in this community and in the fandom you write about. 

I’ll be naming a few of the writers that I absolutely love and most of these people are people that i’m still working up the courage to befriend. I may or may not put messages depending whether or not I’m extremely shy to talk about you or if I want to spread my love for you haha. Also all of the writers I’m about to mention are bts writers sooo.

Here it goes:

@inktae aaAAA!! Mari, what do i tell you? Where do i start? you are like my idol here and I love you and all of your works. I have reread everything on your masterlist countless of times and I still manage to feel the same emotions I did when I first read your fics. I’ll be waiting until you would write again hehe. Idk if you’d ever read this but i really want to befriend you but I’m still too shy and try to actually talk to you.

@stuckinthekookiejar I may not have talked to you in a while but I want you to know i absolutely love you and I’m in love with all the angst fics you make. I do not regret talking to you and I’m really sorry for the lack of talking between us haha. As you know, I’m an awkward smol bean.

@underthekookiejar aaAA-- QUINIE. I told you that you write really well!!! I’m so proud of you and tell me when we could start on that collab we planned haha. You are an amazing writer and I can’t wait to see more from you.

@perpetually-jungshook Goldilocks was... I absolutely love your fics and How to change a fuqboi was a ride I will never forget. I’m always completely speechless whenever I read what you make haha.

@blushoseoks 

@jheartseok

@thestorytellerofkpop

@tiny-taepot

@gukvory

@jjkfire  one of the very first writers that I found here haha. You are an absolutely talented writer and I’ll be waiting for your semi-hiatus to end and I’ll quietly supporting you through it. 

@baeseoul

@vintaege

@moonnightyoongi

@xforeverweareyoungx I LOVE YOUR TEXTS AND YOUR WORKS. I cried, I squealed and I became addicted to all of the fics you made haha. I love you and please know that you are highly appreciated.

@jeonjagiya Where do I begin? Transference. That series makes me thirst for Hoseok more than I should and oh god, I’m still waiting for the Working Man Bangtan fics. Once they’re made, I’ll probably be screeching haha. You are a very talented writer and I’m glad that you get noticed for your works since your works are too good to not be noticed.

@wonhopes

@nchu

@ricepot-jisung

@pjxmin

@jungblue

@an-exotic-writer

@taecup

@noona-la-la-la I’m going to die an early age due to all the beautiful and exciting fics you make. Like I think you were the first blog i followed that focused mainly on smut and I do not regret it at all hehe

@btssmutgalore Dee, all the fics you post are a whole new level of smut and I swear i catch myself breathless after finishing each work of yours. My face heats up more than I do normally whenever I read your works and ajsgduygf I just love you and what you do and I’m hoping that I could finally grow the courage to actually talk to you since you sound like a fun person.

@versigny

@seoulscapes

@ithyl 

@kookingtae  

@sweatae

@texting-bangtanbts KIM. PLEASE KNOW THAT I STILL LOVE YOU AND I MEANT EVERYTHING THAT I SAID TO YOU. Also your fics and fake texts are just mmmm-- I’m still going to stalk your blog on a daily basis and I’ll remember to keep in touch haha.

@zephyoongist

@avveh Room for dessert got me choking and I love and hate you for that fic. Like jfc why? have? I? not? found? this? before? You make your readers thirstier instead of satisfying their thirst haha. I’ll be waiting ‘til you post again hehe. 

@bulletproofwhalien

@ellieljade Holy shit have I mentioned that your smuts are legit the first bts smut I have ever read here and i have been thirsty ever since. I love your blog and I have never regretted going to the not-so-pure side bcus of you haha. 

@youngseongjin CHELLY! YOU ARE AN AMAZING AND WONDERFUL WRITER AND I’M GLAD I MET YOU AND YOU ARE REALLY GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO.

@candys-and-moons

@7hipthrusts

@jiminie-chim-chim95 MOCHI!!!!! Your fics are da bomb. Your fake texts are rlly good and aaAAA I’m so proud of you even if we’re not that close yettt. I love you btw. Hahaha idk if you’ll ever see this but I cant wait to see more promising works from you hehe

@floralseokjin

and finally, 

@parkchristineeee I’LL BE WAITING FOR MORE FICS FROM YOU. YOU GOT POTENTIAL BOIIII. IF YOU EVER NEED HELP I’M RIGHT HERE. 

[seventeen-scenarios-blog]

Shit the admins say during DE in Singapore

Diamond Edge in SG was 2 weeks ago but we admins finally got ourselves together to watch our fancams/listen to the audio we recorded, and we noticed that we do say a lot of rubbish, so here’s a list of the nonsense we said during the concert!

Just a quick background: Admin Hoshit and Jihooned were sitting together and Admin Wooed and Scooped were sitting together!

Our hi-touch and Diamond Edge confessions 

WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD (also setlist may not be accurate)

**please excuse our singlish

PRECONCERT

Jihooned: I’ll hold the Joshua banner cause it won’t break

Hoshit: “what if my bong runs out of batteries and i gotta change during a song lmao wouldn’t that be funny” (HAH FORESHADOWING HAH)

Jihooned: our bongs damn noisy

/Jihoon and Hoshit could not decide between their biases and so chose to buy multiple straps/ the clanking of the bong bongs can be heard all the way from VIP to cat 4

Jun sexily walks up

Scooped & Wooed: “eh who that” “idk” “can’t see leh”

“OH FK” “ITS JUN OMGGG KJDFHALKSJDFHK”

Hoshit and Jihooned: “who’s that ah cannot see”

Jihooned: “is that wonwoo?”

Hoshit and jihooned after realising it’s Jun: “omg jun jun juN jUN JUN JUN JUN JUN”

Junnie: RIP, Birth - 29 Sept 2017 8:12PM. “Jun is beautiful.”

PRETTY U

Jihooned: “SEOKMINNNNNNNNNNN”

Hoshit: “SEVENTEEN SARANGHAE YEPPEUDA”

/Seungkwan’s 4 octave note, Hoshit really loses it, “BOOOOOOOOO SLAYYYYYYY BOOOOOOOOOO”

BEAUTIFUL

Jihooned: If my eyes were a camera, the only thing you’ll see is Seokmin

Hoshit: “look at soonyoung he’s so dumb why do i stan hi- LOOK AT JIHOON HE IS SO DUMB WHY DO I STAN HIM”

ADORE U

Jihooned: I’m tired already

Hoshit: “I’ve been tired since Beautiful, it’s my third time swapping my shake-bong-hand” (wasn’t adore u the 3rd song)

Jihooned and Hoshit; awkward silence: “we are two songs in” “yeah we’re dead”

STILL LONELY

Jihooned aggresively hits Hoshit: THEY DOING BACKPACK DANCE

Hoshit: “I STAN LOSERS”

AJU NICE

/Jihoon appears for his part, parts Seventeen like Moses parting the Red Sea, Hoshit: “FUUUUUUUUUUU- JIHOOOOOOO-” /gets hit repeatedly by Jihooned

SWIMMING FOOL

Scooped: /Zooms in camera/ “WHAt are yOU DOIng on the flOORRrRRrrR?”

Jihooned: /shrieks at chan/

Hoshit: /incoherent mess/ “SOONYOUNG SOO- oh my god i can’t i love him too much minghao help minghao is so cute they are all so cute soonyoung please i-”

Junnie (internally): “I LOVE THIS SONG but damn, i want the waterrrrrrrr versionnnnnnn” :-;

MIDDLE SCHOOL VCR

Scooped: /Sees young seungcheol in a wig/ “OMFG OPPAAAAAA”

Jihooned: SEOKMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Hoshit: “I LOVE MY SMALL DUMPLING BABIES”

MANSAE

Junnie (internally): “ASDFGJKLL;;; LOOK AT JISOO AND JUN AT THE BACK HAVING THEIR MOMENT AHHHHHH”

Hoshit: “this is their third chorus repetition I love this song but my arms are tired plea- oh for God’s sake it’s another repetition”

BOOM BOOM

Scooped: “NOONA PEI”

Hoshit: “WHY SOONYOUNG SWEAT LIKE HOLY WATER”, a pause, “GIVE ME THAT HOLY WATER BLESS ME SOONYOUNG”

Hoshit and Jihooned: /been practicing for this fanchant since they were born, ready for this moment/ “CHOI SEUNGCHEOL YOON JEONGHAN HONG JISOO MOON JUNHUI KWON SOONYOUNG JEON WONWOO LEE JIHOON SEO MYUNGHO KIM MINGYU LEE SEOKMIN BOO SEUNGKWAN CHWE HANSOL LEE CHAN SEVENTEEN BITNAEJULGE”

Wooed: *fanchanting* CHOI SEUNGCHUL, YOON JEONGHAN HONG JI-- fuck i can’t do this.. Uh.. shit.. JEON WONWOO *more incoherent mumbling*… LEE CHAN SEVENTEEN BITNAEJULGE!

Mingyu & Vernon’s Staring Contest

When Vernon was staring into the camera my soul, Junnie (internally): “Ok it’s official. My bias for Hip Hop Team is Vernon.”

Hoshit: “why does Mingyu look so good whO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT”

Vocal Team VCR

Wooed & Scooped: “Ok time to go toilet” (BRUH WE GONNA GET KILLED HAHHA)

Jihooned: “LEE SEOKMIN STOP IT”

Hoshit: “JIHOOOOOON JIHOOOOOOOOON JIHOOOOOOO-”

WE GONNA MAKE IT SHINE

Jihooned: someone hold me pls

Jihooned and Hoshit, proud mothers shouting for their child: BOOOOOOOO SEUNGKWANNNNNNNNNNNNN BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Wooed: SLAY MY BABY BOO SLAY ALKJFLKAJFLKDA IM SO FUCKIGN PROUD OF YOU MY BROHEREIFPSGJKSJ

Junnie (internally): “YASS JOSHUA YOU LOOK SO TINY IN THE BIG CHAIR WOOHOO”

DON’T LISTEN SECRETLY

Wooed: *trying so damn hard not to sing along BECAUSE THIS IS HER FAVOURITE SEVENTEEN SONG EVER BUT SHE ALSO DOESN’T WANT TO RUIN HER FANCAM WITH HER UGLY VOICE*

Also Wooed after Seungkwan’s part: “I think I am crying” *Proceeds to lean against Scooped’s shoulders being emo af*

Jihooned clings onto Hoshit real tight when Seokmin opens his mouth

Hoshit: Why Jihoon hold mic stand so hot

Jihooned: That’s not a mic stand

Hoshit: Why Jihoon hold towel so hot

Hip Hop Team VCR

Wooed: “THEY ARE SO F***ING KINKY”  *erupts in a coughing fit*

Scooped: “rude rude Rude RUde RUDE RUDDDEE R000000000DDDDDD”

Jihooned: “MINGYU HANDCUFF ME PLEASE”

Hoshit: “CHOI SEUNGCHEOL DADDY AF”

Hoshit: “CHOKE ME PLEASE”

ITCH ITCH (언행일치/言行一致)

Scooped: “ITCHY ITCHY”

Scooped: “DIS SO LIT” /Headbangs/

Wooed: Jeon Wonwoo just dabbed he’s dead to me goodbye

Hoshit: “choi sEUNGCHOEL STOP” “why am I not Mingyu biased yet”

CHECK IN

Scooped: “SINGAPORE CITYYYYYYY”

Scooped: “AAAA COUPS HARD RAP COMING ITS COMING OH-F*** OH SHIT OH WOW F***” /dies/

Hoshit: “i hate choi seungcheol”

Performance Team VCR

“HOOOOOOOO”

“SHIT MINGHAO SHIT OMG”

“OH MY GOD”

Hoshit: AH- AH- AH- AH- AH- GODDAMIT CAN THEY LET ME FINISH SCREAMING BEFORE THEY GIVE ME ANOTHER HEART ATTACK”

Jihooned: ChanChanChanChanChanChannnnnnn

Junnie (internally): “bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye”

HIGHLIGHT

Jihooned and Hoshit: “DO WE DO THE OT13 CHANT OR NOT IT’S JUST PEPO” “JUST DO” “SEUNGCHEOL JEONGHAN JISOO JUNHUI SOONYOUNG WONWOO JIHOON MYUNGHO MINGYU SEOKMIN SEUNGKWAN HANSOL CHAN HIGHLIGHT”

Junnie: “CHAN, HIGHLIGHT”

OMG

Jihooned: Why Chan wear crop top

Hoshit: /lost to the war, only knows how to headbang/ “WE’RE GOING UP YEAH OH MY GOD YEAH OH MY GOD”

*Chan attempts a stunt*

Wooed: CHILD CHILD CHILD NO YOU’RE GOING TO HURT YOURSELF BE CAREFUL.

CRAZY IN LOVE

hoshit just dead just rip woojireongi will be the death of her

Jihooned busy switching between Jihoon and Seokmin

Wooed: "OREUM OREUM” *mumbles* (bc she forgot the lyrics)

Wooed: *more mumbling* “BOOO.”

ROCK

Hoshit, still dead dying at the hip thrusts :YOU TAKE ME TO THE TOP AND STRAIGHT DOWN LIKE A GYRO DROP fukin lee jihoon what the heck who allowed him who allowed kwon soonyoung

Jihooned, every time before chorus hits: oh shit oh shit the body roll hold me

CHUCK

/remember the foreshadowing about the batteries THAT IS RIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN; HOSHIT'S BONG BATTERIES DIED AS CHUCK CAME ON; cue hoshit desperately trying to change batteries to the beat of chuck while screaming CHUCK CHUCK BRR CHUCK

MY I

Scooped: “Will this be Korean or Chinese”

Wooed: “idkidkidkidk”

Wooed: “AAAAA ITS KOREAN ITS KOREAN KASJB AKJSDK”

Scooped & Wooed: /dies at Minghao’s flip/

Jihooned & Hoshit: korean korean korean korean korean /waits expectantly for the first word/ YASSSSSSSS KOREANNNNNN

Hoshit: “minghao bb i would like to see your tattoo when you flip, none of this tucked in shirt nonsense”

Junnie (internally): “I would like to thank Jihooned for showing me that glorious fancam for I wouldn’t be here today so see this with my own eyes omfg I lived for this moment I am not ready for this help me… the toilet paper… Jun… Minghao… help… DOLLA DOLLA DOLLA, KELANG KONGJI KELANG KONGJI”

IF I

Jihooned: “Hoshit hold my hand QUICK”

/Hoshit and Jihooned holds hands through the whole song/ *AH PEHHHHH AH PEHHHH OUR FAVOURITE AH PEH (we were referring to Wonwoo)

*Ah peh is a term used (affectionately, in our case) to refer to an old man

HABIT

Hoshit, confused screaming; not sure who to support louder: BOO?? JIHOON?? BOO!!! JIHOON!!! BOOOOOOOOO SLAYYYYYYYY BOOOOOOO- JIHOOOOOOOOOOOOO- makes lawnmower noises/

**lawnmower story will be explained one day

DON’T WANNA CRY

Wooed: “OH GOD JEONGHAN AND SEOKMIN ARE DANCING THIS HEART HAS NO DAMN SPACE FOR BOTH OF YOU PLEASE STOP”

Scooped: “I WANT TO CRY”

Hoshit: “ oh god it’s ending not like this please not like this it’s only been five minutes”

Hoshit and Jihooned: /inhales/ SEUNGCHEOL JEONGHAN JISOO JUNHUI SOONYOUNG WONWOO JIHOON MYUNGHO MINGYU SEOKMIN SEUNGKWAN HANSOL CHAN, ULGO SHIPJI AHNA

Emotional VCR

Hoshit: /WAILS, Cat 4 can hear her crying from VIP/

Jihooned/Scooped/Wooed?: HAHAHA we got friend zoned by Minghao

Hoshit: /more wailing, amount of tears can be used to fill 30 swimming pools/

HEALING

Junnie: OH SHIZZZ LOOK AT JUN CARRYING JOSHUA??? THAT’S SO FLUFFY OMFG MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.

Hoshit; notices that they are spraying water: “I WANT THE HOLY WATER I WAN- GODDAMIT SEVENTEEN TRAIN YOUR ARMS HOW CAN YOU ONLY SPLASH WATER 1 METRE AWAY WHAT KIND OF PUNY PEOPL- JIHOON IS CHASING CHAN GO MY BOY BE FREE”

Ending Ment

/When jihoon finishes talking/

Jihooned: Wts is he high on drugs or something

Hoshit: “i love seventeen”, she says, as tears stream down her face

Junnie teared up here when she heard Jun & Jisoo’s ment. But she couldn’t say anything because all the other admins were sitting far away. All she could do was try not to draw attention to herself.

END OF CONCERT

Hoshit: HOW DO I STOP STREAMING THIS AUDIO

Jihooned: Eh we still got hi touch

Hoshit: oh my God i want to die but i have to wait until after the hi touch

Junnie actually teared up again (what the actual heck) because she remembered Jun & Jisoo’s ment. (Ya’ll have to know, Junnie doesn’t cry often So this was a magical and emotional moment for her.)

Wooed & Scooped just sighed and hugged each other with happiness and feels everywhere

Aaaaaaa thank you for reading through this super long post full of our nonsense and don't worry, our hi touch experience + confessions will be revealed in another post one day~~

[imbeccablee]

The Girl That I’d Kinda Be Into

Chapter Two of The Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into

Summary: Izuku’s answer.

AO3

FFN

so i’m posting this in honor of my son, Midoriya Izuku’s, birthday today. happy birthday kid, i’m sO PROUD OF YOU YOU’RE GROWING SO MUCH AND SO FAST AAAAA YOU HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS AND YOU’RE SO STRONG AND WONDERFUL AND HEROIC AND I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH-

ahem. sorry.

now! onwards to the fic!

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Honestly, you’d think something like this would go away after so long. Like- it’s been two years now, Heart, maybe you wanna stop making it so hard to talk to Uraraka and train with Uraraka and just generally be around Uraraka.

The entire thing was just- frustrating to say the least, because even if Izuku wanted, he doesn’t even think he’d be able to bring himself to tell her. She’s just so focused on her goal of giving her family the comfortable life they deserve that he doesn’t even think she’d have time for him. Izuku doesn’t want to distract her from that. It wouldn’t be fair to her.

And besides, he has his own goals too. He’s determined and ready to complete them to the full of his ability. And sure, maybe he imagines her next to him whenever he thinks about the finish line, and maybe he wants her to be there every step of the way, but that doesn’t mean he has any right to just jut in on her own plans.

Izuku is perfectly content with letting his feelings just. Sit there. Yeah.

He held in a sigh as he laid his head down on the textbook in front of him. Emotions just. Suck, sometimes. Occasionally he just wants to lie down and forget they even exist because they can make focusing so hard. In the time of thinking about it and her, he’s tried to read the same English passage five times over. He still doesn’t know what it says. Glancing down, he moves his head and reads silently, “But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

Izuku slams the book shut, leaning so far back in his chair that he almost topples backward. Ha, never mind, done with English today, he doesn’t need that in his life right now. He slides the book to the side and grabs his mathematics textbook instead. Maybe going over formulas will take his mind off of- hey is that Uraraka? Izuku deadpans to himself about how utterly helpless he is before turning to the approaching girl. She looks incredibly determined for a third-year student in the last few days of school, and Izuku feels his heart squeeze with adoration. I can’t even spare her a glance without acting up. Trying to play off the absurd thought, Izuku says cooly, “Hey Uraraka. What’s up?” She immediately deflates, turns red, and Izuku hopes vaguely that she isn’t overheating.

Her voice fills the nearly silent area and turns the heads of their classmates, “NothingheycanItalktoyouforliketwoseconds?” It takes Izuku a few moments to comprehend what she was saying. When he finally puzzles out that she wanted to talk to him, he nods and sets the textbook down. What could she want to talk about? Nothing’s wrong, right? Izuku tries to think of everything he could’ve possibly done to offend her and comes up with nothing. Unless she finds something I did mean and I don’t, these misunderstandings happen all the time; oh God what if she found out that I borrowed that one fiction book from her for a day longer than I said I would or, or maybe she remembered some offhanded comment I said about her and-and just took it the wrong way oh no oh no oh no.

She leads him outside, just a ways away from the door.

He took in a quick breath and let it out before asking her what she wanted to talk about. He hoped his anxiety wasn’t too obvious. She stumbled over her words for a few moments, seeming to not really know how to say what she wanted, before calming herself down. While she did this, Izuku forced himself to relax as well. It probably isn’t as bad as he thinks it is. Maybe it isn’t Uraraka saying that she’s realized her mistake in befriending and never wants to see Izuku again ever. Maybe nothing’s wrong at all. After all, taking in the nearly-setting sun and the cherry blossoms blowing across the courtyard, what this scene really looks like is not a breaking of a friendship but a love… confession…

The thought makes this little pin prick of hope drip into his heart before he brushes the thought away. No, it can’t be. It’s impossible. There’s no way she’s going to c… confess to you or whatever. This is just your pining talking.

“So. Um. I just need. Some. Ad…vice… yes… Advice! Yeah!”

Izuku slouches before he can stop himself and berates himself on even thinking that she could be confessing. “Oh, okay. What about?” He hopes he doesn’t sound disappointed.

“Uh. I mean. Um,” she starts out before coughing into her fist. “So, uh, say there’s this guy that you’ve kinda known for a while.” Izuku’s heart flies into his throat and there’s this fluttery feeling in his chest. “You, uh, see him all the time and you. Talk. A lot with him every day.” Uraraka fidgets, going from leaning her weight from one foot to the other and glancing everywhere but at Izuku. Izuku can feel his heart beating against his rib cage. Oh please let it be so. “And like, you’re kinda. Used to thinking about him a certain way and then suddenly it’s like ‘boom!’,” she mimics an explosion with her hands and bounces a bit, and the heart that is still in Izuku’s throat squeezes tight, “everything’s different and he went from a guy that you’d never be into, into a guy that you’d… kinda… be into…” She trailed off, looking down at her bare feet again. “I guess. Um. I guess what I’m asking is, uh, is… he worth it?”

Izuku felt like his heart was going to give out. There’s only been a few other times he’s felt like this, the first being when All Might first told him he could be a hero. Except this time he didn’t feel like crying. He felt like singing, dancing, jumping off the walls. God if only it could be him. Please let it be him she’s talking about.

After another beat of silence, Izuku realizes he still hasn’t responded and quickly forms a response. “Um, haha, uh? M-Maybe? I guess it depends on if, uh. You’re certain? About what you feel? Also, that, um, you know you’d be able to make it work, since, y’know, you’re gonna be a great hero and all.” He just wants her to be happy and if going after this mystery person—God please let it be him—then he’ll encourage her to do it, no matter what.

Uraraka agreed and thanked him. Then they’re left in silence.

Okay, okay, calm down, think a bit. It’s possible she isn’t talking about you. She could be talking about Tenya, o-or Kacchan, o-or, uh… Sh… Shouto? Nah, they’re not that close, but still. Hell, it might even be Tsuyu! Girls can like other girls! She might be using ‘guy’ as a barrier just in case I freak out about… that! So it might not be you. It’s um. Possible, but not like. Y’know. Certain. Izuku took another breath.

“Um. Wh-Who is this, uh, guy that you like? If you don’t mind me asking.” Uraraka looked like she might’ve thrown up and Izuku immediately regretted asking her. Why would she want to share that information? Sure, she came to him for advice, but something like this is private, even for your best friend.

Uraraka hesitatingly stammers out that that is certainly a good question, and Izuku winces. Yeah, of course she doesn’t wanna say, what were you thinking Izuku? He waved his hands in front of him to tell her that it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t any of his business anyway, and he let her know as such.

Still, she insisted that it was alright to tell him, just that she was surprised. Izuku seriously doubts that and he mentally hits himself for pushing. This is her own private matter. Sure, you’re her friend and will be there for her always, but that doesn’t mean she has to spill every single little detail about her life to you! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Uraraka took a breath, “The… guy that I’d kinda be into…” She trailed off and looked contemplative, like she was debating whether or not she should really say. You don’t have to.

Despite his thoughts, Izuku said slowly, “The… guy that you’d kinda be into…”

Uraraka smiled and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, the guy that I’d kinda be into… is…” She let in and out a breath, then looked at him. “You.”

And there it was. He had barely allowed himself to hope even if he insisted that it was impossible. She had said that she had known this guy for so long- that could be anyone in their class- hell, it could be anyone in general! Some dude she knew from middle school or-or maybe a next door neighbor or something. But it was him. She was talking about him. Midoriya Izuku. Not Tenya, or Kacchan, or Tsuyu, or anyone else. Him. It left him speechless, because that’s what happens when the girl you’ve been pining after since she suckerpunched some thug three times her size in the beginning of your second year confesses to being kinda into you. And it felt great. Izuku doesn’t remember ever feeling this light and airy. He felt invincible.

“M-Me?” he stammers out. “Like, actually? Y-You were talking about me?” If only he could communicate that.

Uraraka nodded, having turned her bright red face downwards in her embarrassment.

What does he do now? Just tell her he feels the same? Is that how these surprising mutual confessions go?

Before he can get his thoughts together, Uraraka speaks once again, “Y-You don’t have to, like, like me back, or whatever. I just- with us graduating soon and the class splitting up to become Pros, I just… didn’t want to leave these feelings, I dunno, unaddressed? I thought you-you had a right to know and I still want to be friends if you’ll let me.”

“Oh yeah, yeah, I totally get it, no,” Izuku said. Come on you idiot, tell her! Just say it! She literally just told you she liked you, there is no way this could possibly go wrong!

“Well, uh, great!” Uraraka responded, her smile looking more like a grimace. “Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to say, so we can go back inside and just, hah, pretend like this never happened.” Her head tilted downward again, her bangs casting shadows over her eyes and she began to march back to the dorms with her hands clenched into fists at her side.

As she passed him, Izuku turned and threw his hand out, grabbing her wrist. “Wait, Uraraka-”

“No seriously,” she cut him off, stopping immediately but not looking at him. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, you don’t have to feel bad or anything.”

“But-”

“I’ve already resigned and consoled myself already so it’s not a big deal-”

“I like you too!”

Uraraka turned around so fast that she blurred for a moment. She stared wide-eyed at Izuku, who was looking at the ground to the left of her. It was so weird to be able to just shout out one of the many secrets Izuku had been keeping. His heart was beating hard against his ribcage once again and even though he knew the feelings were mutual, it still left him buzzing with anxiety over her answer.

“Wh-What?” She responded, utterly at a loss for words. She smiled shakily, her confusion obvious. “What are you saying? … You like me, too? How is that even…?”

Breathing out a laugh, Izuku said, “Yeah, that’s what I felt when you said the same thing.” His eyes flashed between her and the ground next to her and his face took up a red hue that rivaled his favored shoes. Figuring she wasn’t going to run away, Izuku let his hand slide away from her wrist. He brought it up to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.

They were silent for a spell, Uraraka seemingly needing to process the sudden mutual confession and Izuku just wishing she would say something. It took a soft sniffle to bring Izuku’s eyes up from the ground and he found that the girl had tears dripping from her eyes.

Shocked, he could only sputter out a baffled, “Uraraka?!”

Uraraka quickly wiped at her cheeks and eyes, huffing out a few laughs. “I-I’m sorry, I just- I’ve been keeping these feelings contained for so long and I had just-just assumed they were one-sided and hearing that they aren’t is-is mind-boggling because you’re just so awesome and brave and heroic and cool and cute and just- everything I’ve ever wanted to be. God, I just-” She launched herself at Izuku and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. “I’ve never been so happy!”

Izuku could only return the hug, reeling from the onslaught of praise and feeling the familiar sting of tears coming to his own eyes. As if he hadn’t had the same thoughts either! And she’s even calling him brave after she had gathered up the courage to confess to him! He could only spit it out because he knew she felt the same!

Izuku clutched her tighter. He felt similarly to the way he did when he realized his feelings after that one fight that he’d recalled earlier. The way he seen that criminal drop unconscious, and then seen her land on her feet, a determined frown on her face as she raced to the next criminal, and then thinking, God, I love her before being swept up in the chaos that is fighting, and only remembering later that night what he had thought. And though he had been embarrassed and couldn’t face her for a good two days, he had felt warm on the inside and he knew that there was nobody else in the world he’d rather be in love with than her.

A sudden burst of affection spread through him at the memory and he pulled away from the hug suddenly, a need to show her how he feels enveloping his very being. With a confused “Deku?” from her, Izuku cupped Uraraka’s face and kissed her.

His heart swelled with endearment for the girl in front of him that it almost hurt. He felt her kiss him back, an arm wrapping around his torso and both hands grabbing at his shirt, and he felt he could sing. He felt like he could topple mountains, level forests, tame seas! Who would have thought the greatest power up in the world was not some quirk or drug, but love.

Even Izuku is disgusted with how sentimental that thought was and swept it away as he pulled away from Uraraka. Their eyes fluttered open at the same time, both dazed and flushed red. Their eyes focused and both of them lent forward until their foreheads touched, letting small giggles escape their lips at how silly the both of them had been the past few years.

“Hey Deku?” Uraraka said after their mirth had died down. “I like you.”

Izuku smiled at her, eyes filled with such adoration that it nearly took her breath away. “Hey Uraraka? I like you, too.”

“God it’s about time!”

The two jumped away from each other at the sudden intrusion and they turned to see that their whole class was at the entrance of their dorms, watching their whole personal scene happening.

“What the-!”

“How long have you guys been standing there!”

Ashido tsked while moving her finger back and forth. “You should know better, Ochako, than to just scream that you want to talk to Midoriya alone and not expect all of us to eavesdrop.”

“Also it’s not like we were being quiet,” Kirishima said. “Ashido and Hagekure were, like, actually screaming. They were louder than Present Mic on a good day.”

“Hehe, yeah, plus how could we not get hyped about this?” Hagekure chimed in. “Like, this whole setting just screams ‘confession’! One of the class’s OTPs was finally getting together! I don’t think I’ve been this excited since Kirishima and Bakugou got together, or when Mineta was finally expelled!”

Everyone seemed to agree with her, with a few exceptions that should be the obvious ones. (Though everyone was, to some degree, happy that Mineta had been removed from the hero course).

“Okay so we finally got them to notice us, let’s go back inside so they can have an actual moment to themselves,” Shinsou said in his usual monotone and waved his hands at the rest of his class in a shooing motion, and while some complained, they all filed back into the common room without much hassle. Shinsou then shot Izuku a neutral-faced thumbs up before following his classmates in.

Izuku and Uraraka deadpanned as their class disappeared behind the doors of the dorms, then chuckled. “We have great friends, don’t we, Deku?” Uraraka said fondly, looking up at him with an actual smile this time.

Izuku nodded. “Yeah. Even if they don’t know the meaning of ‘privacy.’” Uraraka giggled.

After a moment of content silence, she piped up again, “Hey so does this mean we’re dating?”

Izuku startled. “Dating!”

She nodded seriously. “Yeah, I mean, we just said that we liked each other and we kissed and that’s not really something friends do, so…”

“W-Well, I mean, yeah, I guess, i-if you want to…” Izuku progressively got quieter as he spoke. He looked down at his feet, cheeks once again pink with embarrassment.

Uraraka snickered at how cute he was and grasped his hand. “Then it’s official! We’re dating now!” She threw her free hand into the air. “Plus Ultra!”

“I-Is this really a ‘Plus Ultra’ moment?”

“Plus Ultra!” She said again with more conviction, this time with distant cries that came from inside the building.

Izuku huffed out a sigh and laughed, throwing his own free fist into the air and joined his girlfriend and classmates, yelling into the air, “Plus Ultra!!”

—

Bonus (crack-esque): Eri peered over the couch as the class that had made themselves her family came walking back in, some talking excitedly about how ‘their ship has sailed’ and that ‘there’s only a few more to go’ before the ‘wars can finally end’. Eri pulled on Big Bro Denki’s shirt. “What are they talking about? Ships? Wars? What happened?”

Big Bro Denki laughed. “Ah, it’s just a saying, lil sis. We’re all just pumped that Midoriya and Uraraka finally admitted they liked each other.”

Eri tilted her head in confusion. “But… I thought mama and papa were already together…?”

Big Bro Denki nodded. “Yeah, it seemed like that. Honestly they basically were. But now it’s official. Now they can really be your mom and dad.”

Eri frowned in thought. What did that mean? ‘Really be her mom and dad’? What could that possibly… Eri gasped. “Can I be the flower-girl at their wedding!!” she cried loud enough for the whole class to silence their shipping discourse and turn to the little girl.

A beat passed and they all laughed. Eri’s big sisters and Big Bros Eijirou, Denki, and Hanta all came over and cuddled her and pat her head. “Of course you can, lil sis!” Big Bro Eijirou literally cried. “You’ll be the cutest darn flower-girl there ever was!”

Eri’s eyes lit up like stars and she cheered happily. “The best! The best!”

“I say this causes for officiality!” Big Bro Yuuga exclaimed from his place across the table. “Midoriya and Uraraka’s wedding will be the most extravagant event this school has ever seen!”

“Hel-eeeeeck yeah!” Big Bro Eijirou shouted. He gave a knowing look to his peers. “It’ll go beyond!”

The rest of the class smiled and they all shouted the school motto, “Plus Ultra!!!”

—

so yes this is a ‘Mineta is expelled and Shinsou takes his place’ au cuz it is The Best au out there. and alSO YES BAKUSHIMA/KIRIBAKU IS CANON HERE. also #3, Eri finding a family in class a is like literally my Shit man, so of course I’d add it here and she is going to be the cUTEST flower girl in the entire damn universe OKAY

anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this thrilling sequel to The Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into and I’ll see you all in the next fic!

Go beyond! Plus Ultra!!!

[incendavery]

gosh, thank you! that is so sweet??? I hope you (and any other of my followers who celebrate!) have/had a very happy Eid!💖 💕

on another note, I’ve finally gotten around to cleaning out my askbox! under the cut is almost every ask I’ve gotten that i haven’t answered in the past.... I’m not sure. it’s been a WHILE though.

as a warning, there’s all sorts of stuff, and it’s all untagged! also also, if you sent one of these asks and want me to remove it, just let me know!

yes!! @fuckaspunk IS super sweet and talented and i AM very lucky to have them! and I’ve heard from reliable sources that the feeling is mutual~~💕

i’m glad my comics make you feel less alone; that’s a rough situation you’re in. i really hope you find yourself in a better environment soon!

thank you!!!💕

thank you for understanding! and yes, aidan is a huge help to me??? even when they’re not answering asks, they’re always supporting me in some way, whether that’s making sure I’ve eaten enough, or talking me through my anxiety, or all the other ways they’re there for me every single day💕💕

ok, my tips are!!:

draw as much as possible! even if it’s just lines and shapes with no meaning, you’re still developing your hand/eye skills

BUT: dont draw if you’re not feeling it! if you’re feeling fried, it’s better to take a break. go on a walk to somewhere scenic, read your favorite book, listen to some new music, hang out with friends, or just take a nap! rest up and find some inspiration! you can come back to your sketchbook when you feel energized again

draw stuff that you like! you’ll improve way faster if you’re passionate about what you’re doing

look at art you like with a critical eye. try to examine the different components and figure out what you think works or doesn’t work. try incorporation those components into your own work

read a lot of tutorials and other resources, but take what they say with a grain of salt

ultimately, remember that the only real rule to drawing is that doing it should make you happy

good luck!! i do my best not to pick, but it’s a real struggle; i have lots of scars from it too. ;v; im cheering for you!!!

ALWAYS!!!! if you do, please show me!! my notifications get real busy, but anyone is welcome to IM me any time!

thank you! i actually get very worried about my style; i tend to admire artists with complex linework and delicate shading, so i often feel my style is far to simple! so thank you!!

that is really high praise????? gosh??!?!?!? best of luck with the next three years; i hope you grow to be someone you like even better than me!

thank you!!

peanut time is the best!! i haven’t gotten to do a proper one in a while though ;-; i’ve mostly been feeding the crows on my way back home from night shifts, when i give them the reject eggs from the continental breakfast.

wow, neat!! chickens are so wonderful; i cont wait until i can have some of my own :>

dont be nervous! i know i can be hard to get ahold of over the internet (bc i get overwhelmed easily) and hard to talk with irl (bc i get so nervous and interacting w ppl doesn’t come naturally to me AT ALL) but honestly i?? love making new friends??!

thank you!!? im thankful every day that someone as radient as aidan is in my life for the long haul

thank you!!!!!!!💕

i completely feel that? its ok to hit rough patches! just do your best!!

i dont remember what i felt bad about but THANK YOU💕💕

honestly its done me worlds of good to share my art?? hearing people talk about how they go through all the same shit i do makes me feel so much less alone, especially on the toughest days! so i guess thank you, and thank you?

youre welcome!!!! :>

huh!! i dont know much about shoegaze (other than thinking abt that post abt the guy who pronounced it like fugazi I THINK ABT THAT EVERY TIME) but thats real neat!! im glad youve found something that works for you!!

hey, neat middle name! and youre very welcome; i hope things have been looking up for you since you sent this?💕

i dont remember when this was from but im currently doing really well with my meds!! i switched to a combination of lexapro in the morning and benadryl in the evening, and its been working super well!✨

thank you??!! ;o; i would love to see all your favorite birds!!

hey, right back atcha!!!

:0

ty!!!

hey. thank YOU

you’re absolutely not bothering me! thank you so much!!

!!!!!!!!!!

hey, nice! im glad you like both me and my music!

gosh thanks?!?!

she is the most beautiful and handsome!!!!!!!!!!!! i love her! thank you from both of us!!!!

aw, gosh! im sure i like you too!!

this was from.... A WHILE AGO.... but youre welcome?? i just wish i could have done more

hey, thank you so much!!!!!

thank YOU and a very very belated merry christmas!!!

that does make sense!! reconciling friendships and crushes is tricky business. the best i can say to you is to be as honest and open with each other as you can

i dont personally get those, but ive heard of people experiencing them as a sideeffect when coming off or switching meds

i think these two are part of the same message? but oh man yeah that sucks when ppl are misgendering you AND hitting on you at the same time. on a different note, ive never heard of using a corset to stim before! neat!

i mean, 1. depression doesn’t care if you have a “””good””” reason and 2. ive literally never met anyone w depression (including myself) who thinks that they do have a “””good””” reason for having it. thats the insidious part of depression, is that it makes you think that theres nothing wrong and that its all just you not measuring up in some way

so i guess that would make you.... someone with depression?

real BAD

💕 💖 💞  💓  💗

not yet haha THANK YOU

hey, im glad you like it!! since this blog has gotten so big, its kinda my happy place to be? (for anyone wondering, my reblog blog/personal is @spinels!

that IS a fun fact!! thank you!

it’s absolutely ok! i get a little bitter when people take my work WAY out of context (for example, straight people removing the caption that says “im just really gay” before tagging their bf/gf) but i am 100% ok and happy with people relating to my work in a different way than i intended (ex: a comic i made about being ashamed of my derma getting reblogged by someone struggling to be ok w their visible burn scars)

hoo gosh, thank you!!

glad to have you here!! im glad people can relate to some of the weirdly specific shit i write about tbh???

i’m sorry its taken so long for me to get back to you; that a terrible situation

if you have a teacher you trust, i would absolutely bring it up to them. that is 100% not an ok thing for those kids to be doing. at all.

im glad you at least have your friends that support you! 

:0 WAIT is this someone i know through ucsc?? :0 :0 :0

HA 

aaaa thank you! that is high praise ;v;

i have no words; this is such a touching message. thank you so much ;v;

this is belated but!! the main creative community i can recommend is kzsc, the radio station! i had a real cool time there, and its a great way to make friends and connect with ppl of all sorts! :0

yeah, its totally normal! ive had roommates ive been super tight with, and roommates who i barely ever hung around with. its natural! i doubt you’ll finish college w/o finding a roomie that you get ~The Roomie Experience~ with though, even if its like a housemate or s/t!! ;0

i’ve never been told that, actually! neat!! (and wow?? i cant believe i inspire ppl.... wow......... what a concept tbh??)

oh yikes... i do hope youre feeling better :( im glad my comics can help a little bit at least!

💕 💖 💞  💓  💗!!!

HUGS

i dont remember what this was in reference to, but good to know?

also good to know!?

i think the crows and jays do! i dunno about the squirrels and other birds. and thank you!!

the youth gang..... i love it..... how good???!

i wrote about getting yuri right here! he’s a southern alligator lizard and i love him to bits. 

heres a pic of the Long Boy doin his thing:

hey neat! i’m glad youve chosen a lame you can be proud of!!💖

ive never heard of that!! wow

what play is this?? :0 :0 :0 im so curious now!!

oh SHUCKS...,,,,,,,,,, ;v;

hahahaha omg thank u

i dont actually have any more of them interacting, unfortunately! the owl isnt one specific person, like a lot of my characters are meant to represent. the owl more represents as a whole all the people i run into in my life that i am very very gay for.

thank you!!!

youre very welcome! im glad you feel better!!!!

aaa gosh thank you!!!

hhhhfgh ive gotten less of it recently BUT YEAH that was bad times™️ 

thanks for the info!!! :0

no problem! a lot of the credit honestly goes to @fuckaspunk, who is always keeping me updated on that sort of stuff.

i didn’t know that! a lot of the symbolism seems to come from multiple sources sometimes, from what ive seen?

aaaa gosh omg thank you ;v;

aw thank you???!!

nice!!! oct 24 bdays go!!!

thank you!! it really does mean a lot actually!!!!!!!

of course?? antisemitism cant be ignored in this fight

aw, thats so cute! id love to hear what headcanons you have tbh???

hey thanks?! this is really cool to hear, tbh. i try to be positive most of the time, but im not going to like,,, kid myself when im not feeling it and im glad that other people can appreciate that too, ya know?

wow!!

(this one!) thank you i love that one too???!

hey, im glad you found your way here!! thank you so much!!!

aaaa ty! 

hmmm i have two leopard geckos, and they made very good beginning lizards for me and aidan! but i would maybe ask someone a bit more experienced than me, like @kaijutegu​ or @wheremyscalesslither​!!

thank you!!

one day at a time! (but seriously, thank you!!)

yummy yummy sauce...... ty!!!

awww, gosh! thank you!?

AAAA TY BOTH I GET SO SELF-CONSCIOUS ABT MY VOICE,,,,, ;o;

:0 i havent watched that, but it sounds rly cool!!

i like that fun fact a lot! ty!!

pae stands for paerlin, which is what @fuckaspunk​‘s internet handle used to be! i used it to refer to them on my blog in secret back when they still didnt know i had a crush on them.... ;//v//;

aaaaa thank you!!!  ;o;

nice nice nice ty!!

>:0 get back down here!! (jk that’s rly neat! highfive!!) 

those are all good words that i like!! thank you!!!!

i dont know anything about him, but i looked him up and i guess i can see it?!

@fishcrow is really cool! ive never really interacted with them, but im p sure were mutuals...? anyway yeah their comics are rly cute and cool!

that is me! thank you; i hope things go well for you as well!

hello to you too!

aaaa ty!!! tbh the number of nice anons i get way way way outnumbers the mean ones <3

thank you! thank YOU for existing!

:0 chocolate croissant, here i come!!!

thank you!!!!!!💕

its literally my pleasure!!!

aaa ty!!! 💕💕

hehe im glad! 

sldf;j;sfjdklfdslfjs thank you so much?????? what a compliment omg gosh

yeah!! i have a hard time on settling what class id be, but i feel like id be a heart player! 

ohh um! im not sure which pens youre referring to, but if you mean the ones I use for my comics, i color them with Winsor & Newton ProMarkers, and I do the lines with a purple fine-point Sakura Gelly Roll Classic pen! i also use micron pens of all different sizes and colors in some of my non-diary comic art!

aww thank you so much!!

:0 :) :0 !!!!!!

ty!!! ive grown to love him very much as well!!

thank you! i hope you are doing well also!!

i love them very much?!! id put a picture but i dont have one with all four of them so instead imagine me lying on the floor crying abt how much i love them bc thats me basically every day

you dont mean......

?!?!?!?!?!?!

awwww ty!!!

HEY WOW

aaa gosh thank you!💕

DOUBLE FOLLOW

gay dragons combine the best of both very good things: gay and dragons. im glad you appreciate them w me tysm ;v;

aaa what a lovely message! ty💕

3rd-shift-working, depression-having, corvid-loving solidarity fistbumnp!!!!

huh! ive never heard of that; ill check it out maybe!!

ah im really glad? tysm!!💕

my understanding is that it helps people who have text-to-speech readers? but im honestly not as well informed on that as i should be! 

hell yeah!!!! 

gosh!!!!!

hnmngnhng youve probably already made a decision but i just gotta say.........shadow rulez

delicious!!

i havent!! i really want to though!

oh man ALL THE TIME. i usually try to either reality check with someone i trust, or to do an activity thats easy and i know i can do, or both!

i love andre and karl!!! its actually a huge influence on me and my art tbh??? 

i had a good (and safe) trip! ty!!!

hey, thank you!!!

oh jeez thats bad :( i think this was in response to when i needed to wait between med refills?

i cant give a precise reason, tbh! when it comes to whats lucky, i just sort of.... go with my gut, ya know?

thank you!! 👍

that sure sounds like insomnia! its almost hard for me to say tbh, bc ive had trouble sleeping for as long as i can remember, so NOT having trouble sleeping is bizarre and unrealistic to me haha... but i think the bottom line is, if its interrupting your daily routine and making it hard for you to have enough energy, then its something you should look into remedies for!

:0 :0 :0

ohhh how nice! ill give it a try! :>

omg,,,, nope, just me!

thank you!!!!!!

honestly? thats such a good way to look at it i love the idea of my blog as a big zine

always!!!!! go for it!!!

hey, thank you so much!!!!!

omg, thats so great! thank you!

im so glad; thank you!!!

thank you so much!💖 (and mexico, neat! i love hearing where people are following from??)

aaaaaaaaaaaa ;//v//; thank you??? i get so happy whenever ppl tell me they like my singing aaaaaaa

aw, hey, no worries! money is all well and good, but in some ways, messages like this mean just as much!

its cool that comic gave you plural feels! im def not a system though :> 

its tricky, isnt it? i still feel like im no good at it lmao

LISTEN,,, there is a 99.9999% chance i wont notice, and a 100% chance i wont judge. reblog away! 

THANK YOU ARENT THEY THE BEST I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

thank you!! i hope you have a good day as well!

aaa ty!!💖

aa ty! (what a cool name!!! im kind jealous ngl!)

awww thank you💖

i do my best! i just worry when im not active, bc i tend to connect my self-worth to my output (;^; )

aaaaa ty!! 💖

!!!!!!!!!!!! omg wow i love being called a pretty boy???? ty???????

hey, neat! crow high-five!

aw, thank you!!! 💖

im doing my best! thank you so much, messages like this really help when im in a place like that tbh ;v;

gosh this is so sweet? thank you so muhc !!?

thank you all!! im sorry that saying thank you over and over sounds so repetitive, but i truely do mean it for every one of you!!!

i am..... one of those things!

well thank you!!

ohoho~✨

thank you! and honestly im sure it does??

hey, cool! good for you!!!!!!! and ty!!

aw gosh thank you!💖

hey, wow! thats super cool; thank you so much!

(i dont follow the first person i followed on tumblr anymore.... they became a hockey blog rip haha)

aaaah, thank you so much!!

almost???

i do!! drunken lullabies is an absolute banger!!!!!!!!!!

i am!!!! thank you!!

aw, ty!!! 💖

hee hee, thank you! 

my biggest tip honestly?? have someone who can be by your side to help you with... basically everything... during your recovery. bc trust me, i was n o t  a v a i l a b l e. i spent a lot of my recovery playing 2048 at the same time as watching tv, bc doing both at once distracted me from how much the bandages itched.

thank you!! (i think this was in reference to getting top surgery!)

how shitty??????? yikes. i hope your supervisor has your back??? bc wow????

hey!!! thank you!!! i draw all my comics traditionally on paper! im not sure what you mean by the writing though? if you mean the word bubbles, i do those by hand on paper too!

I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING,,,, im so happy ppl talk to me, but i get really nervous about saying the wrong thing. 

when i’m down, i usually crave validation. i like being reminded about things ive done right! i also like gentle reality checks, like, ‘hey: this is the situation, this is what we can do about it. ok? ok’

i unfortunately dont have any!! i had a couple at one point, but they’ve since been lost to the depths of my old laptop. and hey, thank you so much!!

now thats a nifty trick!! im terrible at telling all my white tablets from each other lmao

!!!!!!! ITS ME!!!!!!!!

maybe you just need some space? i know i sometimes temporarily block people i know, if i need some private space or if i dont trust myself to keep cool and solve problems constructively. do what you need to do to feel at ease, and go from there, ya know?

thank you!!!

its,,,, up somewhere above in this monster post lmao i,m so sorry,,,,

thank you so much!!!

WOW NO WORRIES??,,,,,,,,, INCREDIBLE 10/10???????

all four of these came right after i gave myself a hair cut and THANK YOU SO MUCH??? i live for validation and it feels so good to have my actions affirmed ;o;

[onlyjihoons]

boyfriend!daehwi

a/n; i felt bad not giving magumagu a scenario of his own,, so here is an au,,,,,this is also gonna be a lil lengthy so grab your snacks and prepare yourself for the fluffiest bf au you will ever read and also i might be swerving for him thanks cheryl and im sorry jihoon

a totally last minute thing i suppose

i wanted to write to just isolate myself from reality

so ok enough deep shit w zechu

leggo

ok so

you’re in the same school as daehwi since like?? middle school or something

and ya’ll weren’t close like him and somi ukno

but still friends!!

ngl when you guys were about to choose high schools your heart decided that it was a good time to have a crush on him

i mean

just look at him

oops

pls i was snatched by the entire fancam smh

pls dont bash me

im the same age as him

moving on

he’s legitimately nice to every.single.being he meets and he just can’t seem to hate anyone tbh

and ukno those fantasies of him composing music on your anniversary??

yep

anyhow

you said your final goodbyes at the graduation

daehwi was like 

“y/n,, i have something to tell you”

your heart was bbbeating

what could it be

does he hate me

does he like me???

all those thoughts ran through your mind

and then he was like “never mind,, forget it ithinkyoudontlikeme”

you were legit so confused 

cause one time hes serious and one time hes like never mindsjdnsvibdv

youre like

“ok what i didn’t quite catch the last part”

“i--its nothing, y/n,, good luck in high school!”

and that’s how you guys parted

on the way home you kept thinking about it but over time you just forgot about it

until you enrolled into high school

it was your first day in school 

and honestly you started school not on the conventional first day of school

it was like on the second day or smth

you were so nervous cause ukno hanlim,, is a school of uber talented people

twice’s tzuyu

twice’s chaeyoung

redvelvet’s yeri

^just to name a few

and you got in by a teacher’s recommendation

by dance what’s new lmao zelia you gotta start changing ideas

ok back to first day of school

you stepped into class when it was homeroom

and you felt so many eyes on you and you wanted to cri tbh

they all look so judgemental

“h--hello my name is y/n and i major in practical dance,, p--please take care of me!”

“well, y/n, welcome to hanlim. please take the seat next to somi.”

somi. jeon somi.

you didn’t really watch pd101 during the first season but somi was well-known enough for you to know who she is

you bowed politely,, tbh you were a little scared of idols bc if you said smth wrong you would be on pann or smth for offending an idol

aND SHE FLASHED THAT MEGAWATT SMILE AT YOU AND EXCITEDLY SHIFTED OVER TO MAKE SOME SPACE FOR YOU

and you definitely was not expecting that

“y/n!! hi omg im so excited i finally have a tablemate,, lets be friends!!”

well ok ya’ll very conviniently besties at first sight 

but someone was staring at you this whole time 

and you didnt notice

lee

dae

hwi

was the one staring at you!!!!!!!

/cues signal for daehwi/

/sign nalbune signal bulnae/

you were the last person he would expect to see in this school

he knew you could dance but he expected you to go to sopa

but ok lmao he was like almost gonna burn a hole through your uniform with his stare

until the teacher noticed

“lee daehwi? please pay attention.”

you heard the teacher call out that familiar name you missed and whipped your head around

AND YOUR EYES MET HOHOHO MY DEAR READER YOURE SO BLESSED

you could barely believe your eyes but you turned back to face the front if not the teacher will call you out for staring @ daehwi lmao

somi saw you staring at daehwi and was like

“you like him??”

and you were like yes somi bingo i have liked him since middle school and i missed him so much--

but in the end you were like

“he’s my middle school classmate”

“ah really? then that saves me the trouble of introducing ya’ll”

“ok what”

“daehwi and i are good friends,, we trained together in jyp until he left for brand new music”

“he’s a trainee??”

“yeah and he’s gonna be on the second season of produce-- oops”

you were so shook there were too many things happening at once

“what omg first,, he’s a trainee, and second,, he’s gonna be on produce??? JEON SOMI WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME EARLIER”

somi was like

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

and soon it was recess and daehwi sped to your table and slammed his palm on the table

“y/n??? is it you???”

“no daehwi it isn’t--”

“shut up somi,,, and yes daehwi i am y/n from (middle school name)”

and lil smol practically hugged you until you deprive of oxygen 

“okok daehwi let go im dying,,”

at this point somi knows whats going on and shes just,,

“guys imma let ya’ll catch up while i get banana milk”

after somi left daehwi just HELD YOUR HANDS IN HIS AND STARES AT YOU LIKE ITS HIS LAST DAY ON EARTH

“ok daehwi i know we haven’t seen each other in a long time but you don’t have to be like this,, you’re making me shy”

“shy??? y/n omg”

“??”

“ok im not gonna be a coward,,”

“daehwi pls stop talking to yourself i’m right here”

“i like you, y/n.”

“are you hallucinating??” you let the back of your hand touch daehwi’s forehead “ do you feel dizzy?”

“i’m serious y/n!”

“we just so-called reunited 3 minutes ago and you say you like me?? im not even--

and he just can’t take it and k i s s e s  y o u

and at this point pls send your prayers for zechu

you were so shook like ???

and also your first kiss has been taken by magumagu,, youre welcome

i mean that’s how they do it in american and korean dramas right

lol

“i have liked you since middle school, y/n,, how can you not notice?”

you’re so dumbfounded you just,,

“i like you too, daehwi”

aAAAA so cute

what a way to start your first day in your high school

ok now on the real boyfriend au guys

lots of fluff ahead

u ready

gr8

lets go

daehwi is a very very very

clingy

playful

sweet

caring

boyfriend

yes

i mean he will deadass wait for you outside your house just to walk you to school

even if your house is all the way in jeju

and i can see that going on dates is never boring

be it like day dates

in the amusement park or just shopping at myeongdong

or in the arcade

one moment is never dull as daehwi will do anything and everything to make you happy

you want that plush toy?? 

hes gonna get it for you

i mean he is the 01′ version of golden child ukno

he can do everything

he got that fluffy unicorn for you in one try

and if ya’ll go out to see cherry blossoms(sigh its summer but ok lmao)

he would take rlly nice and aesthetic shots of you to post on sns

and couple pics,, ult goals ugh omg

and for eating

i saw one fanacc on twt that daehwi doesnt rlly eat well

:(

so as his girlfriend you sorta have to force him to eat

by eating as deliciously as you can

“babe look i’m eating this churro”

“mhm”

“it has condensed milk on it”

“mhm”

“i’m gonna buy a chocolate one”

“c-chocolate?”

“yeah”

/queues up in line for churros/

/gets 2 but eats both/

and be it night dates like exploring the dark town or at hangang river

he’s gonna be one of those boyfriends that use the “i’m cold” joke just to hug you

i mean daehwi’s cuddles are the best so

and go on slow walks

just enjoying each other’s presence

or maybe just a fun sleepover

watching studio ghibli

and of course,, we can’t miss out his cooking

he will deadass cook a 3 course meal for you

and you’re like

pls eat too, i cant finish all those

when ya’ll are watching the movie you would build a pillow fort and cuddle in there

“i really want a totoro irl”

“we can just get the stuffed toy, daehwi”

“no like,, the cat bus”

peck in between uninteresting parts

ya’ll might be throwing fluffy banter throughout the movie too lolol

and when you get sleepy halfway daehwi just grins to himself like an idiot and softly lulls you to sleep by singing

“goodnight jagi, i love you”

rip zechu pt 2

i can imagine daehwi being the big spoon tbh

bc he just loves you sm

he doesn’t want to lose you

OH and when he asks you who’s your bias in pd101

“jihoon-oppa”

“what has jihoon hyung’s wink done to you”

“i’m not voting for you anymore daehwi”

“oK IM SORRY”

he will practically beg you to come to the concept evaluations

bc he has worked so hard for the Never stage omg

and

his dancing

is art

a literal art i would frame up at the louvre

not to mention his singing too???????

pure honey 

when you visit him at backstage he would engulf you in a big big hug

“you did great up there,, daehwi-ah”

“its bc you’re watching me”

“aWWWWWWW”

guess who^

the Never team lmao

and also proud dad dongho lmao

he would avoid jihoon at all costs in case you fangirl and leave him alone lol

wow ok so ya’ll bump into jihoon which like have a tickle fight

“daehwi? is that your girlfriend?”

gOtTA bLaST

“n-no, its my friend...”

“oh really? i saw ya’ll hugging in the hallway just now”

“...”

“last long!”

“that’s,, park jihoon right??”

“no its park hoonji”

lmao daehwi you piece of shit

ya’ll rarely fight bc you guys are so loving both your parents and his parents practically want the both of you to get married lololol

ok i shall end it here my brain juice has run dry

please give daehwi lots of love

thanks

ok

have a good day/night friends

thank you for reading!

[ditown-art]

i forgot the password for this blog so i didn’t use it for months and now i have to catch up on everything AAAAA. i won’t post everything i drew since i last posted regularly here, so here’s just a quick overview of everything i did in 2020

january- i can’t remember if there was much good artwork, but this is a(n admittedly unfinished) photostudy! look at me drawing something that’s NOT an oc portrait. 

february- clearly i learned nothing bc it’s straight back to oc art

march- started working on a picrew, never finished it, probably never will—but it was fun while it lasted

april- probably the peak of art here. a photostudy that i’m still v v proud of

may- finished my first-ever webcomic for my senior project! i’m too afraid of cringing to look back at it and read it again, but i remember being proud of it at the time, which is what matters

june- another comic! this was a short one-page character/story exploration that i never expanded on lmao

july- drew an oc’s bedroom. after taking a perspective class later in the year, i can look back and see all the flaws lmao...but it was good practice at the time. and not an oc portrait, thank god

august- another comic! this was Yet Another one page character exploration. rather than plan out the panels from the beginning, i started by drawing out specific imagery, then fit them together in ways that matched the vibe™. it was an interesting way of making a comic and i like the outcome even still, though i think that method of comic making works best for one shots like this. imagine trying to do that for a whole series...i’d die

september- back at it again with the oc art, but i used reference this time and drew a full body, so that’s a win!

october- more like OC-tober. i tried to draw an oc every day and only got like 5 days in </3

november- in the fall i took two online art classes, one of which was a perspective class. this was for an assignment; lots of work, but very rewarding! if i could redraw this again, i’d try to make the house look more crumbled, maybe have more fun; i was really hung up on getting the perspective right, but in the future i’d like to try and have more fun with line and shapes to really emphasize a certain look.

december- closing off the year with an oc portrait. around this time + for the next few months i got tired and burnt out on art, so i’d do oc paintings with the symmetry tool on, more to relax and practice painting/color than to focus on things like learning anatomy or interesting poses or composition. it’s what it is.

im posting this in june 2021, and since then i’ve honestly just been doing oc portraits mostly. L. maybe in the future i will have energy to work on art more?? i feel a little burnt out, trying to do my monotonous soul-crushing grocery store job + freelancing as a content writer which is also monotonous and soul-crushing in a way + trying to work on writing projects of my own with absolutely no success. aaaahhh. life is so much. maybe i’ll never be a Good artist, or a professional artist, or maybe i’ll never finish any creative project and maybe i’ll never make it as a creator. maybe i’ll just work retail or become a housewife or be a poorly-paid content marketing writer for big corporations forever, and creativity will be my little escape, my fun hobby. and that’s all it will be, and that’s ok. or maybe i’ll move on to other things, change careers, stop thinking so much about my ocs because they’re a stand-in for friends more than anything, and when i'm living a busy life and getting out in the world i’ll have no need to live vicariously through these ocs and maybe then i’ll stop writing and drawing. and that’ll be ok too, right? i like writing and drawing now. even if i’m not good, if my work doesn’t mean anything or say anything, it’s something i enjoy for me. if that’s all it ever is—frivolous, self-centered, something that one day i might lay down forever and never come back to—then i’ll be glad for the time i spent drawing and writing and thinking of stories and so on, but it won’t be my whole life. and that’s ok; i’ll be ok. sorry to end this art overview with an existential crisis. i’m gonna go eat lunch. i hate spelling ok like ok and not like okay, but im too lazy to type those two extra letters. ok lunch time fr bye. also who wants to talk about my hero acedmia?? can we PLEASE talk about my hero academia. ok bye fr.