#and im really happy i could manage to make a habit of it (drawing and posting). i genuinely love drawing. regardless of how good i am at it

[plasticsandwich]

like theres a lot of you nnow

[electrosair]

She/they, bisexual (sorry if this is a lot of info) thank you!! ♥️

A lot of my free time is spent playing games or writing, I also love reading plus drawing/painting.

Isfp-t or my kin itto and scaramouche. People say I have rbf (resting bitch face). Though I am really nice to people, unless they mess with the people I care about then I couldn't care less about them. I try to be helpful when I can. When I am around people I know, I can be loud and talkative (the loud part isn't on purpose it's just when I'm happy or excited). I tend to put people a lot before myself. I don't really like talking about my personal issues to anyone and can be known as the therapy friend. It's the opposite though when I'm around people I don't know, I'll be quiet and not wanting to interact. I have adhd, depression and anxiety (wonderful I know). When I do get upset I don't talk and won't interact until I have calmed down. I do cuss a lot though I'm more careful when I'm around kids/people I don't know.

My favorite nation is fontaine (mostly because you can go underwater and I love sea animals), my favorite element is electric (fire is a close second).

Random fact: I have a messy sleep schedule and tend to not be able to sleep a lot, so I've ended up staying up for a couple days in a row one time. I don't like ASMR videos, unless it's cooking ones.

Im gonna put the characters I don't wanna be matched with just because I like a lot of the charactersin genshin: heizou, kazuha, female characters (I don't know I just don't like the female characters romantically).

Zhongli!

He could spend hours watching you write, paint or just reading a book with you, he would usually bring a tea, and if you don't like it, something else for you to drink.

I doubt he would say anything to you about it at first, but he wouldn't put on a very good face if he ever sees you making light of your problems because you think they are not important or when he knows something has happened to you but you don't want to talk to him about it.

Zhongli's solution is simple: pamper you by taking you to restaurants he managed to get into thanks to his contacts, helping you sleep with massages and comforting words.

He wouldn't mind your habit of swearing, the most he'd do would be to give you some touch if he sees that there are children in front of you or susceptible people. And he would certainly give you all the space in the world when you're not in the mood to interact.

[samisanaveragewriter]

Confessions from the MHA Boys

Tenya Iida

hes been pinning on you for a while and when i say a while its like a while while 

to the point where it got his ass handed to him while in training 

thats when he decides that he has to confess to you 

just so if you don’t feel the same way he can move on

mans is one of the rich guys in class 

but he’s secretly really into that romantic shit 

so will make you homemade chocolates with really expensive ingredients 

also a letter written in the prettiest fountain pen  

ngl its basically a long winded rant about how he noticed he liked you 

and since he gets to class hella early he’ll place them on your desk. 

the note probably tells you to meet him after school for a proper chat 

throughout the day this poor guy is sHAKING with nerves because he asked in that note to just act normal so he hAS NO IDEA

at the end of the day he waits for you 

and then when you tell him you feel the same his face lights up like a goddamn christmas tree 

he’s just so happy 

will take your hand and kiss it because he doesn’t do pda

will ask you on a date to

Izuku Midoriya

listen he really really likes you 

he has a whole ass notebook dedicated to your all your habits and drawing you 

its when tsu accidentally finds him in the middle of drawing you that she has to push him to ask you out 

poor bakugou is probably annoyed over how much midoriya mutters about you

anyway 

he probably has to ask for advice 

he researches shojo mangas to figure out how to confess 

the ones that call his attention though is the simple ones 

i mean he is a simple guy himself so it kinda makes sense 

will confess to you after class 

he’s red the entire time he tells you that he likes you 

he doesn’t really stutter more-so he won’t look you in the eye 

homeboy knew what he was doing 

yeah he’s a nervous wreck but he will put on a confident face for you

will probably hug you, lift you, and spin you around if you say yes 

he looks at you like you hung the sky, stars, and moon 

asks you if you wanna go somewhere 

he just wants to spend time with you 

Shoto Todoroki 

he’s not in tune with his emotions as much as he wants to be 

so whenever he sees you and feels his chest begin to tighten 

he just assumes he hates you with all his guts 

its when he talks to the squad that he realizes that maybe he doesn’t hate you 

its uraraka specifically that tells him he has a crush on you 

poor baby thought he was gonna crush your hand 

anyway

he goes up to you at lunch and tells you as such 

no grand gesture or anything 

a simple “I like you, can I take you out?” 

the date however 

that date is something pulled out of shojo manga (i mean he reads it so he knows) 

it’s much easier to understand his emotions on the date than the confession itself 

will hold your hand the entire time 

at the end of the date he’ll tell you he had fun and that he hopes you did too 

will ask you on another one right after 

it takes one more date for him to cement himself as your boyfriend 

he gives you the sweetest (its sloppy but you’re his first) kiss 

he’s just so whipped 

Katsuki Bakugou

this man is upset that he likes you

not in the “why them” sense 

but the “why now?” 

he feels like he has a lot to grow before he’s someone he’s proud of 

when i tell you he thinks about it for WEEKS 

he just isn’t sure if he’d be ready to have someone along with him on becoming a better person and a hero

after a while he just makes up his mind

so he sends you a text asking you to meet him in the park 

so you go and he’s holding an orange rose (he spent all night researching flower meanings but he will never tell you that)

gives it to you straight 

he likes you, he wants to be with you, but he’s not at his best rn 

if you’re willing to give him a chance he’s ready to work for it 

on the inside he’s excited if you say yes 

im talking screaming and running around 

on the outside he’s like “I knew you would say yes” 

is really happy that you like him bc if you like him at his worst 

things can only go up from there. 

will take you to the mall after 

just to chill out and talk 

he’s just really happy you like him and hes gonna do his best to make you proud

Ejirou Kirishima 

He’s one that knows whats going on and how to deal with it 

probably the only one who will give you a normal confession 

he has it all planned out though 

mina helped but most if it was his!!! idea!!! 

it’s a whole ass day 

he takes you up hiking and then sets up this really nice picnic 

he made all the little sandwiches and homemade lemonade 

y’all talk about everything and anything up in that little spot 

dont!!! forget!! rock!! painting!!

once the sun starts setting he pulls out the big guns 

he goes on this small rant about how you’re so cute and shit 

and how whenever you’re around he feels at peace with himself 

and how he wants to hold your hand 

he ends it off with “Well, whaddya say? Date me?”

ofc you say yes

he’s so happy!! 

please let this cinnamon roll kiss you 

he asks too the consent KING 

“can i kiss you?”

your room now has a rock with the date 

kiri has a matching rock with the same date 

he’s just so happy 

he parades you around to his friends calling you ‘his s/o’

the sweetest please 

Denki Kaminari 

This man’s affection starts off when he send you memes 

and you send him one back 

he’s whipped beyond belief 

he jokingly asks you to go to the arcade with him one day and you say yes 

he actually sets up a date so that both of you could go to the arcade  

and also a movie

will say no one wanted to go see the new movie and asks you to come with 

so both of you go 

and its a blast 

he tries to win you a teddy bear on the claw machine but at can’t 

you win it for him and he’s gonna protect it with his life 

names the bear after a butchered way to say your name 

he’s really nervous tho and you notice

you ask him what’s up and he tells you that he’s just really intimidated by how pretty you look under the neon lights 

he asks you if yall can do this together again 

not as friends tho 

as maybe a couple on a date 

you tell him why wait 

and you guys go play more on the machines 

this time he manages to rack up enough points to get you a bigger teddy bear off the prize table 

you name the bear zappy after kaminari’s quirk 

once both of you have to go he’ll be back to his normal suave self 

kisses your hand as a goodbye 

once he’s home he short circuits out of his excitement and happiness  

[niuniente]

I have this horrible habit of making AUs with these two characters from a book im writing out of any and all media I consume. So naturally, because I'm absolutely in love with DHD I made a little au for my boys where they're Death-Heads. Reading more of these tumblr posts giving more info about the Death-Heads and the organization has definitely made me realize that one of them wouldn't be cut out for DH work or even get accepted probably but meh a little canon divergence never hurt anyone. I love the world you've created and because of that I'm working extra hard to make them fit in it lmao

I don't really have a question but idk I wanted to thank you for getting me inspired to write and draw again, I've been kinda stagnant lately but my little DHD au kicked my inspiration back into gear ^-^ I hope you have a nice day!

The best thing with fan creations is that they can be absolutely ANYTHING. So, perhaps there's a loophole where your other character can fit through? Perhaps the other character could be one of the office workers in the HQ, who don't make deals but handle all the paper works, management, secretary type of work, check the reports from the faction bosses, handle client complains etc.

I'M HAPPY DHD IS INSPIRING YOU TO WRITE AGAIN! I hope you get to write a lot and enjoy the writing process even more :3

[noodledesk]

hi! ive been reading your dessin newsletter and i find it so inspiring and ultimately it made me think about why do i feel the need to define myself as an artist and how lately i just have feel like an impostor because its been so long since i painted or written anything. i think i need some kind of routine to keep art as a part of my identity because i have felt a little lost lately, idk. and you see idk if i should think of art that way, as something i want to keep to myself, as smething i should perform. sorry im a mess i just been confused this days and i wonder if you got any tips around this kind of stuff. sending you all the good vibes

hi! i appreciate you sending this ask and i'm happy to hear you are reading my tiny newsletter... <3

honestly i started it because i was feeling really lost and weird and avoidant about making art (specifically drawing), so i wanted a space where i could work through and process and think about those feelings. it's also turned into a place where i can think about the other ways i like to be creative, which i didn't imagine and which i am grateful for.

that being said, the questions you're thinking about - wanting to keep art as part of your identity, what makes art part of your identity, is it something private or something to share, etc. those are all things i puzzle about too. honestly i have no real answers!

what i can do is tell you a little bit about where i am right now, if that helps...while i do really agree with what bjork says about creativity being this thing you shouldn't try to force or corner or be harsh to and to seek it out in new and imaginative places, i also believe that it's something you gotta practice. esp if there are skills you want to get better at. and i found that by making art into a habit i can keep track of every day, i can encourage myself to clock in and make something. having structure makes it easier for me to get over that hurdle of deciding to make something each day, which helps me a lot. making space to make art has ended up being important to me, even if i don't make anything i like that day. i still made something.

on identity - honestly recently i've just started to think of myself as like, a drawing enjoyer, or an art enjoyer. or just someone who keeps an art diary. not exactly an artist. i think it might be because i think a lot about semantics (unfortunately), but it helps take the pressure off. my expectations for myself as an 'art enjoyer' are way gentler than my expectations for myself as an 'artist'. it's weird, but making that part of my identity less intense makes me create more!

on performance + privacy - i used to spend a lot of time trying to make stuff on instagram and for instagram. it was messing with my head because i was always making stuff with consumption in mind. not that it's bad to have an audience in mind, but i was unable to manage that relationship without constantly thinking, would this do well on the platform? is this shareable? am i coming across as shareable? just, stuff that was making it hard for me to just focus on me and drawing, or me and writing. not what i wanted at all! and once i stopped using instagram, and spent that free time reading more, i started realizing there was a lot of mystery and imagination that comes from having privacy that really helped me form a healthier relationship with making stuff. and also helped me get better because i had more bandwidth to practice! so... it's really up to you. it can be wonderful to engage in a community of artists + art enjoyers. but you don't have to do it 24/7, and current platforms make it difficult not to do that. so i decided to opt out indefinitely.

anyway.... that's all i got for now. i hope it helps. thank u for sending a message <3

[anime-fan93]

Heyy!!! I'm asking for an encanto match up if you have the time to !!

Im non-binary, pansexual and use any pronouns!! I'm also a minor I'm a Aries and my mbti type is Enfj/Esfj !!!

I have tan skin [like Camilo but a bit darker!] Black hair that's shoulder length, very Dark brown eyes And i usually just wear comfortable nice clothes !!

I REALLY like to draw and write sometimes!! I also really like reading and have a interest in plant / flower language!!! I also really like binging random animes/cartoons/shows/games if I don't have anything else to do !!

Personality wise I'm VERY extroverted I do come off shy at first since I'm not the best at first impressions HAVDJWG, Im pretty loud and joke alot but know when it isn't the time too! I'm also pretty comforting I love helping my friends especially if they're having a rough time so I'm pretty good at comforting people!! I'm usually the parent friend AND the loud friend mixed together in a group, I have a habit to ramble about my interests BUT i really love hearing about other people's interest! It makes me happy seeing them talk about something they like and I try to pick it up their interests so we can talk about them more!! I'm a bit of a risk taker!! I love the feeling of adrenaline even if I'm usually the more mature one in the group but because of that I usually lean on the risk taker friend to kinda break me out of that and just run around and have fun BUT OFC I KNOW WHEN TO STOP might be a risk taker but I know when NOT to do something !!

I don't really have a type but I can say i like nerds / introverted people and class clowns / loud people !!

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG THANK YOU FOR READING AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHT <333

Thank you for requesting!

I match you with...

Camilo!

Camilo would be content with you being shy at first but would be a bit surprised once you came out of your shell and started being loud.

He would love every minute of it, though.

I feel Camilo would be a great artist and would be so excited when he figured out that you enjoyed it too, and would want to draw with you often.

He would binge all the shows with you when he had the time, though sometimes he would just want peace and quiet with you.

Camilo wouldn't need to be comforted much, but when he did, he would come to you, a bit hesitant to open up and tell you.

He would let you ramble, loving to just watch you get excited and hear your voice. You two would talk about your interests for hours in his room or even in public, you would just get carried away.

It would drive Dolores crazy.

You said you're a risk taker?

So is he!!

You two would constantly do crazy things together to the point people would expect you two to get hurt. You two would barely dodge getting into trouble, managing to escape wherever you were before you could.

You two would always be making people laugh and have fun, but you two would also be there for each other when you're feeling low, staying inside and just taking care of each other.

Thank you for requesting!

[dessarious]

Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt98

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Damian sat back to back with Luka in a lesser traveled area of the park. He was drawing in his sketchbook while the other boy seemed to be strumming his guitar absentmindedly. It was strange being in such an unstructured school, not to mention having teachers who offered advice rather than criticism. He hadn’t liked it at first but it was growing on him. Not having to spend his time in a classroom with people who needed far less advanced curriculum made his life less monotonous. He was actually starting to enjoy himself until he spotted some of his former classmates standing off to the side, whispering and pointing at them.

“If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise go disturb someone else.” His words caused the group to jump and Luka stopped playing. They all just stood there looking sheepish and Damian took the moment to identify them. Luka’s sister was there, looking ridiculous trying to hide behind her much smaller girlfriend. The idiot blogger’s boyfriend was next to them looking anywhere but at him and Luka. Finally came the small girl with dreadlocks and her boyfriend. They all looked insanely uncomfortable.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Luka’s calm demeanor seemed to release some of the tension. His sister even managed a small smile.

“Are you really a Wayne?” The blogger’s boyfriend seemed shocked the words came out of his mouth. Damian let out an annoyed scoff.

“Now you decided to confirm things? Where was this attitude when that liar was wrapping you all around her finger?” They all flinched and Luka elbowed him in the small of his back. He scowled at his boyfriend. These idiots were ruining the little time they got alone together and he seemed fine with it.

“What do you need Jules?” Luka zeroed in on his sister, ignoring the others. Apparently he was annoyed at the interruption. The girl mumbled something but it was her girlfriend that actually spoke.

“We saw an article about Marinette getting hurt. Is she alright?” He hadn’t even realized his father released a press statement yet, let alone that it made it to Paris, though he probably should have expected it once the decision was made. He shared a look with Luka before responding.

“If you want to know you should ask her. I’m not about to give out personal information to anyone, let alone any of you.” They flinched again and Damian fought not to roll his eyes. He couldn’t figure out what Marinette ever saw in these people.

“The number we have for her isn’t in service and we didn’t think we’d be welcome at the bakery.” That was possibly the first intelligent thing he’d heard out of them. Just imagining Sabine’s reaction to any of her daughter’s former classmates entering her business caused a feral grin.

“And what do you care if she is alright or not? Last time you saw her you were perfectly happy to see her injured, emotionally if not physically.” None of those present were actually at the assault but they all had aimed comments at Marinette that were meant to wound.

“We thought she was bullying Lila.” The girl with dreads decided to throw out that nonsense. Before he could answer such stupidity Luka broke in.

“Someone else’s bad behavior doesn’t excuse yours even if that had been true. I personally am at a loss to understand how any of you could ever believe Mari would bully anyone. It is a ridiculous thought.” Damian eyed his boyfriend warily. He’d never heard a tone anywhere near that cold come from him before. While he didn’t want that sound aimed at him, he was rather impressed.

“You didn’t see any of the stunts she pulled with Adrien.” Luka’s sister finally figured out how to be audible, he gave her a disappointed frown.

“Stunts that you all were encouraging her to do. Many of them you were a part of. I wonder how many wouldn’t have happened without all of your interference. Do you really think she would have gone after Lila for no reason with all of you against her?” They were all shuffling nervously and refusing to make eye contact again. “I think you all need to find out why you let yourselves be deceived so easily before you talk to Mari. That way any apologies may actually be sincere rather than just an effort to ease your own guilt.”

As they scampered away Damian could only smile fondly at the other boy. Luka didn’t put people in their place very often but it was always effective. He was staring after his sister and Damian could see the worry in his posture. He reached out to lace their fingers together.

“She’ll come around, it will just take time. None of them are ready to admit how wrong they were.” Luka leaned into him and while Damian couldn’t help scanning the area to make sure no one was watching, he didn’t feel the need to pull away. He never thought he’d be so comfortable showing affection in public, but Luka seemed to have a habit of making the impossible happen.

“I should have been more present. If I had paid more attention to Jules maybe I could have stopped her from being pulled in in the first place. At the very least I could have been there more for Mari. She’s always hidden her pain too well.”

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[5-falsehoods-phonated]

When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! Please go look at the wonderful drawing that pairs with this work and support them with reblogs so their work can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this as well, it came out a lot better because of them!

Chapter 5: We’ll Meet in the Middle

Chapter Summary: Virgil didn’t know what he had been expecting when he asked for a tutor to help with his studies, but it definitely wasn’t who could kick flip a skateboard without even looking down and also happened to be his soulmate. 

Day 5 Prompt: Vocab Card/Skateboard

Warnings: none. If there are others please let me know!

WC: 1539

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Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @ace-in-a-shopping-cart @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @logans-library @im-an-anxious-wreck @edupunkn00b

Virgil huffed as he cupped his chin aggressively in his hand, staring down the road to wait for his tutor to show up. Not to get the wrong idea- he was very grateful to the person who had agreed to help him with his vocabulary; he just...wasn’t the best with people. He was socially awkward and very obviously had a vague emo style- wavy purple hair with white streaks fell messily over shadowed eyes and cheeks that would burn in five minutes outside despite his tanned complexion. His black nail  polish was chipping from the constant picking and he was never seen anywhere without his favorite purple hoodie hugging him like a portable blanket. But he was falling a bit behind in class because he couldn’t seem to remember the constant influx of new terminology thrown at him each week. Asking the professor about extra practice had landed him a phone number that he had agonized over for too many hours before finally biting the bullet and calling.

The voice on the other end alone was enough to make his stomach flip, light and lilting even when talking about something as boring as scheduling. Virgil knew it then and he was stewing over it now- he was absolutely done for. No one had that kind of voice without being kind and patient and while those were things he definitely needed if he was going to learn anything he was sure he’d get distracted anyway. Forming a squish from a voice- that had to be the worst joke played on him yet.

Looking up however nearly made him want to cry at the irony. That had to be him, the only person on campus at the moment standing tall on a skateboard while gripping a dark blue messenger bag. From what Virgil could see he had blue hair that was pulled to one side with the other shaved, immediately piquing Virgil’s interest with the unique look. He tried his hardest not to stare as he came closer and his jacket came into view; a leather one spiked at the shoulders and sporting pride flags at the chest. Virgil felt his own chest constrict as he stored that away for later, the pintrovert system coming in handy for what felt like the first time in his life.

Just as he was getting his crutches situated to stand up he noticed the other man riding straight for the sidewalk seemingly not paying attention to where he was going. Scrambling to his feet he lurched forward to yell out.

“Hey watch ou-” The warning died on his lips as his tutor executed a perfect lick flip onto the sidewalk, letting the momentum carry him a couple more feet before stopping and tucking the skateboard under his arms. Virgil was sure he looked like an absolute idiot as he approached him, trying his hardest not to gape while practically feeling his eyes sparkling while looking at the punk with wide eyes. 

“Hello, I’m Logan. And you’re Virgil right? The person I’m supposed to help with his medical terms?” He waited for Virgil to nod before continuing. “Excellent. Is the library fine?”

Realizing He’d been silent too long, he managed to squeak out a “Yeah,” as he reached down to swing his bag over his shoulder. Logan started towards the doors with him, shuffling things around in his bag to pull out notecards and stuff the skateboard into it. How it fit Virgil had no idea but taking in the aesthetic he honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it involved some sort of fae magic. 

They settled down at the table and Logan looked over at him, making his heart once again skip a beat as he took in the beautiful shade of brown. Shaking his head slightly he tried to focus on what Logan was currently talking about while organizing several colored pens in front of them.

“-that way you’ll be able to separate the terms better and your brain will be better equipped to compartmentalize the terms you need to remember in half the time. Does that make sense?”

It didn’t. It really, really didn’t. He had a soulmate somewhere that he hadn’t found yet and most likely wouldn’t for a long time to come, and yet here he was trying desperately to hide a blush because this person was just- he was so cool. His voice and eyes were pretty and he was obviously smart if he had been the first person his teacher had recommended to tutor him…

“Are you feeling alright? You look flushed.” Hearing this Virgil snapped back to reality and gave a thumbs up, ducking his head while trying to resist the urge to slam it into the wood. 

“Fine, yeah! Just you’re- it’s hot! Hot in the hoodie.” Praying he had saved that sentence quickly enough he dared to peak back at Logan through his bangs, who was just smiling slightly with an arm draped over the back of his chair.

“You can take that off then, if you want.” Logan pointed to the hoodie. “Since you’re hot.”

Virgil decided then, somehow managing to keep a straight face through his panic, that it was quite homophobic of the floor to not simply open and swallow him whole. Try as he might to calm himself he could still feel the remnants of the harsh flush in his cheeks as he saw Logan simply look at him with that smile, making him idly wonder if the sly bastard was really flirting with him or was actually just that oblivious.

Virgil sputtered as he wrapped the hoodie tighter around himself, shaking his head slightly. “Nah, I’m fine actually! You were saying about colors?”

“Just that color coding can help you study better. I’m here to give you tips as well so please pay attention.” Leaning forward again, Logan started explaining how to separate the different concepts and how to decide what was important and what wasn’t; honestly Virgil was genuinely surprised at how much he retained, forgetting his panic in favor of actually learning, for which he was very grateful. By the time an hour had passed he had a pretty good grasp on what he was meant to be learning and how to go about it. He stacked his much improved notecards together and shoved them in his pocket for later, shifting around in his seat to look at Logan properly.

“Thank you honestly, I feel a lot better about the class now.”

“It was no trouble, I’m grateful I was able to help. And if you’re in need of further assistance before next week, call me?” Logan smiled crookedly. “I use the library’s phone for tutor scheduling, this is for my actual phone..”

Virgil gaped at the slip of paper offered to him with a wink, fully cementing the idea that Logan had, in fact, been flirting with him and Virgil had been too infatuated with his style to actually notice. Purple nail polish caught his eye as his hand moved closer and he had the vague thought of that being his favorite color and how did he keep them from chipping? Before his thoughts could wonder further he was taking the paper and smiling, just aware enough of their fingers brushing as he remembered  being with this person, his soulmate, time and time again. Every time was better than the last as their souls grew accustomed to one another and grew over eternity, strengthening their bond with every word exchanged.

Virgil looked at his soulmate's dazed expression, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen gracing his lips and eyes watering with emotion at having found him again. So many words stuck in his throat as he struggled with the perfect thing to say, something that would capture how happy he was to finally be together again and how excited he was to explore this lifetime together. Something that would make Logan understand just how much he meant to him.

“I think this is the coolest form you’ve ever taken.” He blurted, immediately covering his mouth and cursing himself twice over.

His heart sank as Logan barked out a laugh, snorting into his own hand and taking a minute to compose himself before laying a gentle hand on his cheek. 

“And I think this is the loveliest I’ve seen you.” 

He laughed softly as Virgil went completely red, fingers twitching with indecision over whether to flap his hand or slap the idiot beside him. Deciding on a combination of both he frantically beat a hand against his shoulder while sleeping his other over his mouth, mumbling profanities under his breath. Whipping around as his hand was caught he couldn’t help but grin at Logan’s own brilliant smile, even if his face felt like he had dipped it in a vat of boiling water.

“It’s getting late, I could walk you home?”

“Yeah,” Virgil managed. “I’d like that.”

Walking home and still slightly wishing the floor had opened up beneath him, he couldn’t help but feel lucky that he had found Logan so soon. They had an eternity to catch up on and if it had to start with fixing his bad study habits, he supposed he couldn’t complain.

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what's your take on the foxes mbti?

oh buddy ur never gonna believe this but i wrote a foxes MBTI post YEARS ago

im also not into mbti anymore and haven't been for many years so that post is probably still more accurate and in-depth than what i could give you now. i’m just gonna copy the whole thing but i read it over and it still totally vibes w how i understand the characters, like way more than i was expecting it to. i only made one edit (it’s marked) and it was to add a detail not change anything

i hope you’re really really into mbti otherwise this’ll probably be gobbeldegook

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i used to be obessively into mbti so here’s an analysis based on cognitive functions mostly.

SKIP IF YOU WANT. for anyone with no idea how it works, here’s a quick rundown: cognitive functions are about the way people think, process, and prioritize information, not necessarily how they act, though people who think the same way often act the same. the 8 letters that make up a type represent how people process and prioritize internal and external stimuli. every letter actually has an ‘internal’ and 'external’ form so there’s Thinking (internal(ti) and external(te)), Feeling (internal(fi) and external(fe)), Sensing (internal(si) and external(se)), and iNtuition(internal(ni) and external(ne)) t’s always go with a corresponding and opposite f (like ti and fe always go together), same with s’s and n’s (ex: si and ne always go together). a set of  t, f, s, and n in a specific order makes an mbti type.

neil: intp (ti ne si fe)

neil has incredible analytical ability although it’s very programmed for survival but he’s also a fast thinker and very quick to adapt to new environments. he also approaches things from original angles that other people dont consider, all that sounds like high ti/ne. the lower functions fit well too. in times of stress, he returns to old habits and falls back on what’s familiar, that’s classic low si. his emotions are also very exterior. he’s bad with other people from lack of exposure, but he’s committed to harmony between those close to him and has an impeccable ability to read the emotional states of others while being completely oblivious of his own, and his sense of self is tied to exterior things like exy, friends, keys, and legal documents (lol) that’s fe

andrew: intj (ni te fi se)

ni is really hard to describe but it has to do with being able to draw conclusions from scattered input, which fits with andrew’s uncanny ability to spot lies and obsession with finding out the truth, especially with high te, which is about spatial order and logic, think of how prioritized he is with the physical order of things: who sits where, who wears what, etc. a lot of people want to make andrew infj i bet as like a “subversive reading” but he’s definitely not. i used to be really close to an infj and they have hyper-empathy, as in she would describe not just caring about other people and being able to read their emotional states but literally feeling the things the people around her felt. this is a common result of the ni/fe combo, and the reason why andrew is definitely not infj. tertiary fi fits very well instead because andrew is deeply attuned to his own inner emotional state. he’s self-confident and doesn’t care about other people’s perception of him, but he’s also very concerned with his own feelings and understanding them, even if they’re repressed. he’s also very aware of his physical surroundings, which plays into his deductive ability, although it’s not his focus. that’s low se

kevin: estj (te si ne fi)

kevin is a classic estj. he’s controlling, demanding, and driven. he tries to control the actions of those around him and gets very distressed when things dont run smoothly, as well as having strong feelings about improving efficiency. high te people make great managers. kevin’s whole story arc is about breaking old habits, which is a very si problem. it has to do with trusting and craving memory and familiarity, and explains kevins need for endless repetition. he’s innovative, though, coming up with new strategies and drills (ne), it’s just based on what’s already familiar, and you can see him spiral into creating all possible worst-case scenarios when he’s stressed (low ne stress reaction, they like to be prepared). finally, he’s a dick, but he cares about other people and wants to improve their lives, as well as being very reliant on other people’s perceptions of him to define his own self-image (low fe)

dan: esfj (fe si ne ti)

dan’s top priority, over everything else, is her team. she wants her team to improve, she wants her team to win, she wants her team to work together. it’s all about the collective. we also see that she’s very open with others and makes a lot of effort to both make new ties and maintain old ones, that’s high fe. she’s sentimental and attached to the past too (si)  esp the photo wall, but we also see her very unwilling to let go of the past ie the monsters but eventually willing to change and grow to mend team cohesion (ne). we also see the fight in underlying logic (low ti) with her: she knows the team needs the monsters to cooperate but she cant figure out how to do it

matt: enfj (fe ni se ti)

so enfj’s experience infj hyper-empathy too, but to a slightly lesser extent (primary fe is more group cohesion, secondary fe is more understanding others), and through this we see matt’s easy-going open friendliness and ability to befriend even prickly little neil, because he has an extremely good sense of what other people are feeling and need, it also explains why he doesn’t hold a grudge against the cousins in the same way dan does, because he understands where they were coming from. se is associated with a general boisterousness for life, as it’s about experiencing the world around you, which explains matt’s happy-go-lucky disposition and puppydog behavior. the ti aspects mostly go into supporting fe/ni empathic senses

allison: entj (te ni se fi)

i mean, allison’s controlling, both in that she orders other people around and in that her physical being and space are very planned and organized (her clothes, her hair, her makeup, etc) but at the same time there isn’t much sentimentality to her, like how she doesn’t care when her car was destroyed. she easily replaces things because she cares about the object’s purpose, not its history and that all smacks of high te/ni. and i mean, the se definitely contributes to her love of designer things and killer looks, because she cares about the world immediately around her, and why live if not in luxury? and fi? is there any character more aggressively self-confident than allison reynolds?? going against her parents’ wishes for her takes a really strong, independent sense of self, but we also see the problems that can come from not worrying about other people, in how she starts fights and can be abrasive and catty

renee: infp (fi ne si te)

okay this one was really hard tbh. a list of other considerations: isfp, istp, and infj. it’s very easy to read renee as high fe because she’s kind, but i think it’s a mischaracteration of why she’s kind. it’s not because it comes naturally to her, it’s because it’s a conscious choice that makes her feel better about herself. high fi people often read as fe because they’re so comfortable with themselves and in tune with their own needs that they can then go and provide for others. i associate her religion with ne, because contemplation and acceptance of the divine later in life is a very metaphysical undertaking that undoubtedly requires a lot of abstract thought. renee’s storyline also revolves a lot around using things from her past and putting a conscious effort into leaving things from her past behind (how she still uses the skills she learned from her past in new ways ie sparring with andrew and protecting the upperclassmen v/s how she held on to her knives even when she knew it was detrimental to her moving on) this sounds like si. her protective instincts also feed into the te need for order, but it’s a looser leash than say andrew, as it’s lower on her function stack but still present

nicky: esfp (se fi te ni)

godd nicky is like a prototypical esfp. i mean nicholas “sex, drugs, and parties” hemmick cant be anything but se dominant. nicky is all about living it up and living in the moment. like he’s sporadic and ive seen it lead people to think he could be enfp but he doesn’t think enough about the meaning of things to be ne dominant (like how he makes somewhat predatory jokes and such, he’s all about the here-and-now while ne is about the past and future simultaneously). also he of all characters has incredibly prominent fi, as his whole character is about living unashamedly as himself as a gay man and the immense self-awareness and inner strength it takes not only to come out to unaccepting parents but also to leave and start a new life when they rejected him. however, fi is also indicative of his communication problems with his family, as he’s unable to tell that the cousins are fundamentally different from him in their needs and boundaries, leading him to pushing them, making them uncomfortable, and being unable to help them, because he’s unable to understand them. the rest are much more hidden, but a party boy shopaholic like nicky would probably need some amount of te order in like an organized chaos fashion (and he’s often headcanoned as liking to throw parties) and you do see him become somewhat pushy, even controlling in those scenarios. ni is the hardest but could maybe be seen in how he’s attuned to the cousins reactions for all that he cant predict them/doesn’t do anything on his own part to prevent them (the way he handles andrew is like if someone poked a rattlesnake knowing damn well what it would do and then freaked out when he got bit)

aaron: istj (si te fi ne)

im a little iffy on this one and worry it might be an analysis based on his trauma instead of complimentary to it, but aaron’s arc is about breaking out of his habit of holding on to the past. he refuses to work towards moving on from his mother’s death, refuses to listen to things that contradict his preconceived notions, and refuses to make changes in his life that could improve it. that’s unhealthy si. he’s really a very unhealthy istj, and most of his traits manifest through his unhappiness with his life. take his te. that would imply that he needs control over his surroundings, but aaron is incredibly bitter and unhappy BECAUSE he doesn’t have control of his surroundings. he doesn’t get to make his own choices, he doesn’t get to control his space, and he hates it. his relationship with katelyn is also indicative of being an istj. it’s stable, not a passionate fling, but aaron is mocked for wanting that white picket fence, married with kids in the suburbs kind of life, and his relationship, which is his primary source of happiness, is built on stability, which is a very si thing to do. in terms of fi, it is aaron that ultimately forces change between himself and andrew. he may have been pushed but he ultimately came down to him knowing what made him happy and what made him miserable and acting on that. also, he’s an ornery asshole who clearly doesn’t care what other people think of him. fi. i dont really have anything to say in terms of ne, probably because he’s so unhealthy but also because he’s not too explored. heyy istj’s make great doctors

wymack: isfj (si fe ti ne)

okay this one was genuinely the hardest to decide on but ultimately i came to the conclusion that wymack, much like renee, is such a developed person that he loses many defining traits of the functions, and can be read in many different ways. so: wymack’s primary goal is the safety and betterment of other people (ie his team). he wants to help people overcome their pasts, which is a very atypical approach to si, but is si nonetheless. on a personal level, too, he’s never able to move on from people, and specifically never moved on from kayleigh,  continuing their shared dream of an exy team for abused kids long after her death. as ive said before, fe in a secondary position is about deep understanding of other people, and wymack’s ability to understand what other people are struggling through is legendary. the ti mostly serves as support to the fe, serving as the analytical backup in allowing him to understand others. as for ne: he is most definitely an innovator with unusual ideas, or the foxes wouldn’t exist

riko: estp (se ti fe ni)

riko is basically what happens when an estp goes bad down to the core. he’s obsessed with personal glory and immediate self-fulfillment (se) he has no impulse control or fear of consequences. interestingly, high se is often associated with athleticism, because high se people are intensly focused on their surroundings (exy). his ti is also super unhealthy as he gets obsessed with ideas that dont really work with objective reality, like his obsession with ownership and power dynamics despite them not actually being efficient, even backwards. the tertiary fe he uses to manipulate. he doesn’t empathize with others, but he can tell their emotional state and what’s important to them, and uses it to coerce them and destroy their sense of self, like how he knew he could get neil to the nest by threatening andrew. EDIT: /additionally, fe people especially in the lower half of the function stack tend to derive their sense of self from the perceptions of others around them, which riko very much shows in how he needs to be acknowledged as the best and won’t allow any competition for his title, as well as his desperation for acknowledgement from his family/. finally, that ni allowed him to keep multiple plans in place focused on one ultimate goal: getting kevin back. the sheer amount of schemes he sets up in order to fool and push people the way he wants is honestly kinda impressive, but he’s a toxic shithead and im glad he’s rotting. definitely not representative of all estp’s

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this is honestly SO funny to read back a few years later bc HOOOOO boy was i way too into this stuff. and this was written a couple years after my Peak MBTI Obsession, which was honestly scary

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Do you think they would actually enjoy the modern world? Or would they want to stay in their current time period?

Hm, well, I think that may vary depending on each suitor if I’m honest! (I’ll be excluding Sebastian from this one, only because he is a modern man and I wager he would want to stay in the mansion in order to finish his thesis) 

Under a cut bc it’s a long boi:

I think for people like Arthur and Theo, for instance--who always seem to live in the fast lane--it might not really prove much of a problem. They would continue enjoying the night life and move with their busy schedules. Tl;dr: (For them? Same shit, different day)

Vincent would likely be doing just fine given how Theo often provides assistance in places where he struggles; to promote his art, to spark intrigue in the general public and benefactors. He might be a little overwhelmed by the influx of stimuli that comes with the modern era, constant noise and interaction and movement--perhaps worry that people are losing their ability to live in the moment. (Not to mention what’s being done to the environment...) There might be a learning curve/adjustment, but I think Theo would help him ease in. Plus, it would be a little easier to promote his art given the less stringent restrictions on public exhibitions. He’d still have to work for his fame, but at least the van Goghs wouldn’t have to live in constant unease in the proximity of the cutthroat academy.  Tl;dr: (Mixed feelings, but tries to stay positive about modern times)

Dazai is more familiar with this kind of life of quick turmoil and breakneck speed, if anything he falls back into his old coping mechanisms--hello writing, drinking, and smoking. An overwhelming influx of information and suffering would probably be hard for him to manage, despite how expertly he hides it. I think I would be worried he would lose himself in the dismal reality of diminished connection with other people. Yes I’m shoving him into therapy, I want him to start living for himself and taking care of himself ffs

That isn’t to say there aren’t happy possibilities for him, just that I think he really needs to heal first. I could see him very happy in a kind of writer’s circle with people he loves and trusts; less expending his energy in a desperate attempt to fill the void and please others, more cultivating his own happiness... Tl;dr: (Positive potential, but honestly part of me thinks the past quieter/simple/rural life suits him better...he still loves meme culture tho, he finds it so expansive and creative)

Isaac is in a similar boat as Dazai, I think! He has wonderful potential as a mentor and professor, and living in a world that has a little more patience and respect for genius might help encourage him to put himself out there. That being said, I think the pace of life would exhaust him though--he is very much the kind of person that prefers to keep to himself and just puzzle and tinker. Baby boy just wants to do equations, build little inventions, and read up on the recent discoveries in astrophysics (BRUH WHEN THE IMAGE OF THE BLACK HOLE CAME OUT HE FORGOT HOW TO B R E A T H E) Napoleon is the only reason he eats anything healthy or on any kind of regular schedule s m h. Tl;dr: (Not a lot changes, honestly? He was reclusive then, he still is now--he just has more toys/academic resources. If anything he might get a little too lost in his work because of it, somebody please make sure he’s eating/sleeping/socializing;;;)

Poor Jeanne is SUFFERING. Please release him from this nightmare he is begging. Jk jk, I don’t think it would be too bad for him--but I do think that he would have the aforementioned problem of too many stimuli and too much interaction. I think he would ease into it a little with Mozart’s help; he would just be awkward and wooden until he got the hang of it. Most people just find him quirky in an amusing way, and don’t think too hard about it. I’d wager he’d probably become literate at this point because of the abundance of resources and necessity to read/write (okay but imagine this baby with a little kid workbook iM GONNA CRY!!! TAKE ALL MY CRAYONS JEANNE). 

Can you imagine this mofo at a Starbucks??? Tall and stoic, dark and debonair (EVERYONE IS S W O O N I N G), and he just asks in a light tenor “can I have a mocha with eight shots of expresso” with a completely straight face. “Sir, that could kill you” “Don’t worry, I’ve been dead a long time” And he just moves to wait for his order. 11/10 cryptid I could watch an entire show just about his daily adventures

He works with Napoleon a lot given their similar skillsets. They coach kids at high schools that have fencing teams (it’s really REALLY cute bc if they’re on the younger side, Jeanne will very dramatically lose bc he wants to encourage them and the kids are delighted--but the parents are INCHES from laughing so hard they’re in tears). Otherwise, he mostly takes up gigs as a security worker/bodyguard, only really works for the money. He prefers to spend his time in ways that feel meaningful if he can, so don’t be surprised if you see him in foster homes and in social working spaces. He has an uncanny understanding about him, a kind of silence/patience that doesn’t stifle; it makes the kids/teens calm down in milliseconds. They really listen when he does talk, and he sets good and clear boundaries--he knows how to be firm when it’s required. He gives them the structure and placid grounding they’ve never had, and really pays attention to what’s important to them. Brings them little things he notices; brings flowers to the one that likes to draw, brings CDs (he is bad with technology, but they usually only have access to older/outdated stuff anyway) to the one the one that struggles to write with white noise in the house, brings little plushies to the ones that lose theirs. He’s simple but solid, and he finds a lot of meaning in helping kids overcome the similar kind of struggles he faced.  Tl;dr: (Steep learning curve, but he just sees it as all the same really--just more work to be done with the literacy requirement and adjustment to technology. Will be resistant at first, but when he gets accustomed and starts finding people who are important to him, he wouldn’t want to change anything/go back. But will admit there are some days he just wants to go to the most remote place he can access and just live there for a month with no human interaction whatsoever; people are inefficient and insufferable sometimes)

Mozart’s life honestly doesn’t change much? I feel like he would easily be able to keep composing and continue releasing his work as per usual. Given his quick capacity to schmooze and say what people want to hear when he must, he’d be more than able to network his way into success. I think the only thing he might struggle with now and again is inspiration, given the world operates on a very surface level in the modern era sometimes. Profound insight and depth are not quite as cultivated in many ways, and he can struggle to find something that just sparks motivation/novelty in his mind, makes him start composing at breakneck speed. He reads a lot and watches some TV shows/movies when he’s at really low inspiration levels, the kind of guy that sneers at Game of Thrones--but finds things like BBC’s Sherlock more passable (wants intrigue and complexity, doesn’t much enjoy the sensationalized drivel). When Arthur finds out he loves ATLA he about falls off his seat. “It’s a children’s show.” “Yes it is, with a remarkable level of depth and craftsmanship, what are you trying to say?” He begins to find a kind of rhythm in his composing, and Jeanne and Dazai often drop by with so many crazy stories he finds himself filled with music anyway LMAO Tl;dr: (Same as Isaac, really just keeps doing his thing without being impeded, and he enjoys the luxuries/conveniences of the modern era. Will be slightly resistant at first because of how alien some of the changes are, but will fall into the habits/customs slowly and surely. Fine with it, will whine a bit at the growing pains tho)

Leonardo actually canonically owns a bar, and does that really surprise anyone? He really enjoys the excitement of meeting new people and hearing about their myriad histories, the influx of cultures/languages/experiences. It’s a nice but lowkey place, people stop for a drink, listen to some good music--chat amiably and relax after a long day’s work--before heading out. There are regulars and people that just stop for that single day; tourists, vacationers, so on and so forth.

When asked, many people note a sleek black cat with sharp eyes that led them to the bar... Tl;dr: (Don’t Let the Existential Dread Set-in: The Prequel, adapts well to the modern era because of centuries of experience but also...he’s so tired...somebody please hold him I can’t watch him live like this, lord jesus)

Optimally, I see Comte filling his time with myriad pursuits; ranging from philanthropy, indulging in art/music/theatre (often a benefactor as well), and keeping track of his chirren (they may exist more independently now, but he still worries about them ;-;). Otherwise nothing much changes for him, still goes to galas and fancy gatherings, still enjoys fashion and spoiling people, still seeks to occupy himself with social interaction and care-taking--if he doesn’t have a family of his own. He’s basically just that meme that’s like DON’T LET THE EXISTENTIAL DREAD SET-IN. DON’T LET IT SET-IN!!!!!!!!! Tl;dr: (Not to repeat myself but also Don’t Let the Existential Dread Set-in: The Sequel, literally just desperately trying to fill the void please somebody help him he also just needs to be held fuck’s sake, I’m going to drag him kicking and screaming into happiness--but otherwise has no great trouble adjusting to the modern era. I feel like he would have a more minor form of what Dazai struggles with, maybe a lack of personable connection that he once had; fewer chances to be himself and relax. Also probably worried about the increasing unhappiness and turmoil building in the world in general...)

Napoleon is similar to Comte in that he often checks up on Isaac and Jeanne from time to time, and does the aforementioned fencing lessons with kids. He also takes a lot of basic security positions--for venues, concerts, museums--you name it. He dislikes the idea of sitting behind a desk a lot, so he prefers to do a lot of different things; he even cooks from time to time at the restaurants  that know him very well. One gig he particularly enjoys is battle choreography for movies/theatre! He tends to stay away from anything too historically close to his era of origin, but he has fun coming up with realistic (smaller scale) hand-to-hand combat scenarios and duels. Tl;dr: (This era doesn’t feel like too much of a change. It’s a little more intensive in terms of pace, but he manages to keep up pretty well, it just exhausts him from time to time--and he usually goes on trips or hikes to unwind when he needs to like Jeanne LOL they do not go to their happy place, they go to their high lonesome place).

Shakespeare also continues to do his drama thing, organizes troupes on tons of different levels--from community level to more intense, skilled groups that re-enact his own work. His life doesn’t change all that much beyond a new form of theatre logistics, and he adjusts to the technology fairly easily out of necessity. He’ll stop by Vincent’s place from time to time to show him recordings of his latest shows, but otherwise is almost always on the move. Tl;dr: (So long as he can keep following his greatest passion, he doesn’t really mind the changes in how theatre happens--he doesn’t have any sizable issues with the modern era.)

Ability with technology (phones mostly):

Arthur: more than capable, well-versed, loves to do everything on his phone no prob--maybe lives a little too much on his phone (Vine/TikTok/Youtube can kill his productivity RIP) also yes he has a fidget spinner on his desk, no I will not be taking any constructive criticism at this time

Theo: yes but with a lot of cursing at first, had to do it for work and now looks down on anyone that can’t keep up with him (except for Vincent)

Vincent: knows the basics, taking and sending pictures, writing things in notes for later, texting (tho sending emails is a little harder for him); he does his best but he can be slow. Really really enjoys the paint programs on his iPad for when he’s on public transit, but he starts setting alarms after he gets the hang of it (he’s missed his stops before because of it LMAO)

Leonardo: what kind of stupid question? Man knows how to pick them apart and put ‘em back together for crying out loud, uses it like a pro--comes to him naturally, and he’s the guy that keeps coming up with ways to jailbreak Apple products and thwart their money-grubbing tactics. Catch him playing Minish Cap on his emulator on the way to work, brah

Comte: just vibing, keeps up with the times easily since he’s been doing it for so long, much like Theo uses it to keep in touch with the people around him--he’s the “prefers to call instead of text” sorta guy though, he worries about losing emotional subtleties and he likes to hear people’s voices. Doesn’t do anything special on phones, more just a tool; will read/listen to podcasts/does have emulators (courtesy of Leo) and enjoys playing Pokemon when he’s bored

Jeanne: types one finger at a time, it will take a while--but he’ll get there (deleted all his contacts by accident once and Mozart was just. HOW.) He barely knows how to use a phone, and it’s a steep learning curve for him

Mozart: purely functional when it comes to his phone, refuses to rely on it beyond the necessities that only tech can do (for instance, sending emails or reading articles or uploading compositions) he still writes his music before making more polished digital copies. He will sometimes listen to pieces digitally, but prefers to play them in-person; he feels that a lot of the soul in a piece is lost despite the convenience

Dazai: you absolute fools. you baboons. why would you ever give him this kind of power. it is 3AM and he has been on a wikipedia trail spanning hours, started with Cleopatra being the seventh in her line with that name all the way to cotton candy being called “daddy’s beard” in French. please help him he hasn’t slept in years. Also probably binges anime and manga lbr. He’s the one making vine references every other second, always up to date on the memes^TM

Isaac: also mostly uses it as a tool for research and calculations; it’s a way to keep track of information. He also likes to play background music while he’s working, so he finds the device nice and convenient--plus less having to go around pestering people in-person. he does start to get interested in coding and tinkering with apps/programs eventually, too

Shakespeare: finds it a delightful little contraption, so useful because it lets him jot down ideas as they come to him quickly, and he can edit his texts much more easily with digital interfaces. also likes that performances can be recorded, because now he can analyze his staging more efficiently--it gives him a good sense of what needs to be adjusted, and encourages him to keep streamlining/try new concepts

Napoleon: likes it because he can keep in touch with people more easily, the kind of guy to drop a line before checking on a friend. he really likes to look up recipes and find out more about cooking techniques he’s never encountered before. Isaac starts making an Instagram account just to show Napoleon’s impeccable plating, and Napo gets quite the following without knowing for a while

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❝crush❞

↳he has a crush on his best friend

characters: yamaguchi tadashi  pairing: yamaguchi x male!reader warning: angst no happy ending (sorry) a/n: being in love with your best friend is the worst thing.

-he was no stranger to this, not at all. he once went through a period in his life where he ended up having a crush on tsukishima for the longest.

-going down this road once before, tadashi was extremely scared when he realized he was starting to fall for you.

-even though he knew it would lead nowhere, he couldn’t help but indulge himself.

-every day during practice, he would hand you a water bottle and silently admire you as you drank from it.

-or even during class he would take sneaking glances towards you whenever he had a class with you

-as subtle he likes to think he is, he’s painfully obvious.

-tadashi made it a habit of doodling your name with hearts and flowers in the margins of his notebooks when taking notes.

-he’s not the best artist, but sometimes he also draws you as well

-he’s so in love it’s cute ):

-but tadashi is too scared of rejection, and he would never confess to you. without the help of course

-since he’s so obvious, the other first years were first to take notice of his little crush

-at first, they teased him (tsukishima) but the other two encouraged him to go for it because it would be cute they said (hinata and yachi) and kageyama just stood there like 🧍🏽 bc he has no idea what's going on

-either way, after some talking they manage to convince tadashi to confess to you.

-although he said he would, he never found the right chance to.

-it was either you were caught up studying or talking to friends, or during practice, you’d be too busy... well... practicing 

-that and the internal fear that he had, what if you just weren’t into guys? you never really expressed interest in any girl nor guy really, it wasn’t like the topic ever came up.

-it would come off as weird if yamaguchi just suddenly asked if you liked guys right?

-of course, the days had turned to weeks and tadashi hadn’t made a move

-every time he stood next to you, he felt butterflies in his stomach his hands would clamp up. his legs would shake ever so slightly and he felt so lightheaded

-he was undoubtedly nervous. how could he not be? you were so breathtaking, handsome and just so ethereal.

-tadashi spent every night beating himself up for not talking to you, sometimes even calling tsukki for comfort.

-tsukishima was getting tired of this bullshit and decided it was enough

-tsukishima sat him down for a talk

-“tadashi— for the love of god just talk to him. i promise you he’s not going to eat you just ask—“

-easy for you to say 🤨🤨

-“sorry tsukki, it’s just hard... what if he’s not even into guys?”

-at this point tsukishima understood, he was still tired of his shit but he understood.

-so he decided to “help”

-mf came up to you like “you like dick”

-im gonna fuciiiking kill him LEFBFBF

-you were just sitting there??? confused like??? huh??? who’s asking???

-“um... yeah i don't have a preference”

-tsukishima took that and RANNNN— not literally ofc. mf just stared at you like 😐😑😐 and walked away like?? HUH??

-tsukishima then came up to tadashi and told the info and left

-tadashi was confused, to say the least, but on the inside?? he was doing summersaults, jumping jacks, running into the horizon, levitating— everything

-he was so happy he had a chance

-that calmed down his anxiety a WHOLEEE bunch llfmskdn

-happy tadashi :D

-anyway, the next day he finally had enough courage to confess

-all-day he was planning out the scene in his head-

“ok so should i be sappy?? tell him that he’s my other half—- no wtf no— i should be quick like i like you and leave it at that— no that sounds not genuine at all!” you get the picture

-when it finally came down to it, everybody on the karasuno team was aware of what was going on, so when he asked to walk home with you they left yall alone

“yamaguchi- you never ask to walk home with me, something up?”

-tadashi’s confidence flew out the fucking window at that and he just stared like

👁👁

“well.. there was something i wanted to tell you...”

-and with that, he laid everything out. he explained that he loved you from the start of your friendship, he loved how you were able to give him the confidence he needed to go onto the court, he loved how you brought out the best in him in every way.

-he then told you how nervous you make him feel, and despite how he’s used to having a crush, he never had one to this intensity. it felt so new to him but, he was willing to try it out with you

-tadashi felt relieved when he spilled out his emotions, finally feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders

-but when he was soon filled with dread when he turned to look at you

-the same look tsukki had when he confessed way back then, a pitiful look.

-you didn't need to utter a word, he already understood.

“yamaguchi...i’m sorry but—“

“it’s okay”

-you offered to stay friends, he accepted painfully and he walked you home.

-he tried hard to mask his emotions, he told you it was ok and that he wasn’t expecting much

-but in truth, it hurt. as soon as he got home, went to his room, he let everything he’d been holding back out

-he didn’t bother texting tsukki about what happened, he didn’t bother with his homework.

-it was true, tadashi wasn’t expecting much.

-even if he wasn’t expecting it to go anywhere, even if his feelings were so strong, he couldn’t exactly figure out why he was crying right now.

something quick before i go to bed bc i wont be posting for a while hhhnggg,, um,, anyway yamaguchi <3

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[innittowinit]

SBI headcanons awooga

Some headcanons and things for my sbi fd! Abandoned amusement park fic lol 

Here's the link if you haven't read it btw 

SBI last name is Reid, DT last name is Jackson btw lmao, i probably won't mention it much though unless it's like Mrs Reid for the sbi mom y'know

This has Tommy, Techno, Wilbur and Phil included; lmk if a dt post would be a good idea too 

Tommy

The youngest brother, he’s seven lmao what a child

Even though he’s the youngest, he’s also the most confrontational and will gladly ‘fight’ anyone who talks bad about his brothers 

He can’t fight

He’s very tall for his age but is also extremely light since he’s always running around 

Phil tries to get him to try new foods a lot but Tommy’s a really picky eater

...Tantrums.. Every time he doesn’t get his way

This lead to his brothers spoiling him quite a bit, he’s still sweet enough though since Phil has had many stern conversations with him about being nice to people 

Has a toy music boy, with collectable discs

Wilbur got his first disc for him, it’s his most prised possession 

Every time he does all of his chores (which are really just small things like clean up after himself and keep his room tidy) someone, whether its his Mum, Wilbur or someone else, gets him a new disc 

Techno got him ‘Pig step’ for his seventh birthday and he listens to it every night before bed 

One time he snuck downstairs while Techno and Wilbur were having a sleepover and watched the horror movie they were watching without them realising it. Techno and Wil were the ones to get into trouble since Tommy wouldn’t sleep for a week afterwards. 

Techno had to read him a story every night until he stopped thinking he was going to be eaten by a demon in the middle of the night 

Drinks way too much caffeine for a kid, someone take this boys coke away

He’s got a habit of biting his nails, which has left him with some pretty crooked teeth, which will probably need to be fixed with braces when he’s older. 

It’s also gross because he climbs so much there’s almost always dirt under his nails 

Hasn’t really grasped the whole concept of not saying everything he thinks yet

Oh my god someone shut this boy up

He still believes in Santa and The easter bunny too

One time Techno told him Oogie Boogie from the nightmare before christmas was real and he cried

He talks a lot in school because he finds it boring but he’s also very good at maths and English for his age

Wilbur 

Middle child, Wil is 13. Techno’s twin 

He’s pretty insecure about his music even though he’s been playing his whole life

That’s why he likes being able to practice in L’manburg, there’s no pressure to be perfect when he’s alone with his brothers 

Super extroverted and confident in everything else though, Since Techno can’t talk to most people, he usually tries to speak for both of them

After realising that Techno didn’t really like it when he said ‘Techno thinks’ a lot, back in primary school, he adapted to trying to speak for what Techno wants without making Techno’s issues obvious

They tell people who need to know, but for people they’ll only talk to a few times they usually just get away with Wilbur acting super obnoxious and loud so it seems like Techno just doesn’t have room to talk, rather than that he can't 

It’s easier than getting into it since they don’t feel like most people will understand

has separation Anxiety, when he’s not with his brother he doesn’t relax/ feel safe at all. If it happens at school he won't do his work at all/ Will probably just leave the room and try to find Techno

Everyone kinda knows this and they try to suit things around it without saying it outright 

He’s kinda embarrassed, he likes to think he’s the one protecting Techno but really they need each other the same amount 

Techno gets this though, He doesn’t mind if wilbur has a bit of a saviour complex, he’ll play along if it makes him happy 

They’re working on it with their Therapist though so don’t worry, he won't grow up to be an ass

Interests (besides music) include: 

Watching obscure documentaries 

Disney movies, favourite is peter pan 

  Skating 

He and Techno got Picked on in primary school for being so close, he learnt kickboxing so he could defend himself if things ever got physical. Luckily they didn’t but he still knows how to kickbox so watch out

Almost always turning in homework late, he’s good at talking his way out of Detentions though. 

And when he cant talk his way out, Techno finds a way to get detention too

He’s VERY protective of his younger brother(s(he was born first so he likes to insist that Techno is his little brother)) 

That’s good for the most part but he can be a little overbearing sometimes, he’s got detention many many times for cussing out people who so much as looked at Techno wrong 

When he’s feeling guilty he mumbles a lot 

Techno 

Middle child, 13. Wilbur’s twin

Has selective Mutism, completely fine talking to Wilbur, Only talks to Tommy and Phil if Wil is there too but other than that he’s completely fine talking to them as well. He speaks to his parents but not as openly as he does with his brothers, with them its usually very quiet, one word sentences 

Like Wilbur, separation Anxiety also, It’s not as bad as Wilbur’s is though, Wil just makes him comfortable enough to talk with his brothers, he can deal with being without Wilbur but he absolutely doesn’t want to

He can be a bit arrogant and possessive of his brothers at times, he’s a bit scared of them leaving him because he can be so difficult so he has a tendency to be cold to any new people they bring home 

Interests include: Pvp games, ancient china, farming

He was hyper-fixated on a cartoon when he was younger and now he has multiple cosplays from it that he’ll probably never wear again

His hair is LONG and pink, they never figured out why it grew so fast or why it was pink but it is lmao 

When he was born his parents were terrified, they thought he had some kind of rare condition that was going to hurt him but the doctors eventually came to the conclusion that he just had healthy hair that grew fast and the pinkness was due to an abnormality in the melanin in his system or something idk fellas im failing science pls pretend this part makes sense 

Being silent with long pink hair as a kid, he got picked on a lot. There were many instances where he just pushed kids over or hit them because they were being mean 

Since he’s the quiet one, teachers usually trust him a lot so he and wilbur used to skip class a lot, back when they got picked on, by saying they had to help another teacher do something

In an attempt to get him to be more social, his parents signed him up for violin lessons aged 8, he really liked his teacher and had even managed to speak a little to her over the past 4 years he took lessons 

Spaces out a lot 

He watches a lot of conspiracy theory videos but he doesn’t actually believe any of them, he just finds them interesting

One time he convinced Tommy they were living in a simulation and Tommy hit a kid to see if his hand would pass through

He’s spoken a few words to squidkid too since they’re childhood friends and he’s very comfortable with him. Ironically all he seems to say to him is ‘bozo’ to tease the other for saying it so often, instead of literally any other insult

Phil 

Oldest brother, 16 

Cares about his brothers so so so so so much like he will do anything to keep them happy and safe

One time he missed an exam because Tommy was sick and he wanted to take him to the doctor before anything else

Tommy was fine btw, just one of those bugs you get when you're little

Their parents are pretty distant so Phil has been pretty much raising them since he was little, he doesn’t mind though

Their parents aren’t bad people or anything, they just get called out a lot for work and can’t be at home a whole bunch, it’s a big part of the reason why Techno never got comfortable talking a lot around them

He works at a Nearby florist to get extra cash to buy his brothers things when his parents arent home

When their mum is home, he brings her flower arrangements home from work because he is sweet <3

He’s really into mythology and Folklore as well as drawing, when he was younger he had multiple sketchbooks filled up with different creatures that he had drawn 

When he, techno and wilbur were all little, he used to play a game with them where they’d describe a monster off the tops of their heads and he’d draw it for them 

Techno and Wilbur loved this and always put up Phil’s drawings on their bedroom walls 

When he was 13 he used to write angsty poetry, He told wilbur about it one day and that's when wilbur first started adding lyrics to his songs 

He can be pretty gullible, he likes to believe that people mean good no matter how hard it might be to see it that way 

He can hold grudges for a pretty long time, he’s quick to forgive when it’s himself that’s been hurt but it’s very very hard to get on his good side again if you hurt his brothers 

Watches Alien theories with techno, unlike techno he actually believes in them

Has the ‘i believe in aliens’ poster 

When they were little, he used to grow strawberry plants with techno and Wilbur, this is what prompted techno to start growing other vegetables in their garden himself

[poptod]

October 1st (Elliot Alderson x Reader)

Description: He waits until the last moment and it’s too late.

Notes: i wrote a love letter to my friend but im never gonna send it so im profiting off my misery. gender neutral as usual

Word Count: 1.9k

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Sad, sick people have a tendency of gravitating towards each other, whether or not they're aware of the illness of the other person. You know this quite well – in your rather sick childhood, where your mind was plagued with thoughts of self hatred, most of the friends you made were just about as sad as you. Looking back, it is a rather horrifying thought considering you were only twelve and so ready to die. Your mother said you were exaggerating, and that makes sense. Things were dramatized back then. But there's a flicker of truth in there, a small part within the soul that truly believed they should be dead. There's no sicker thought than that.

This trait, that part of yourself, carried through into adulthood. Unfortunate, really – that means it isn't just teenage drama, it isn't just your peers or your family. It's you. You look at yourself in the mirror and realize with tired, drooping eyes that it was always you. There's a quote – something along the lines of, "some people grow sad very young, and I know this, for I am one."

Elliot is sort of like that, too. Well, the two of you get on fine – in both life and within your friendship – and you don't really need to talk about it. You're both well aware of the others' problems, but it doesn't need to be mentioned. All you do is sit in cafe's together so neither of you are approached by creepy people and smoke together at his apartment. It doesn't need to be more than that.

Despite that barrier in your head, he's still your best friend. Maybe because he's one of your only friends, the other being an internet friend who you visit every now and then. Oh well. You lead a pretty sedentary lifestyle – you don't need a lot of friends. Just one to hang around.

Still, he does get around sometimes. He gets up out of nowhere, you ask where he's off to, and he says out. Most of the time he doesn't let you come, but this time he has and he's just wandering around. Looking at people and rationalizing their presence, watching the birds on benches, staring at shopfronts. For a moment you think to ask why he'd take such excursions in such cold weather, but with a glance to his peaced out face you know he doesn't have an answer.

You suppose that's just fine – there's something about fall that has you enjoying time outdoors. The piles of golden and red leaves pushed up against the sides of the streets, the coffee signs in front of every cafe, each with their own drawings of steaming coffee, and of course the scents in the air. It's not a particularly nice part of the city, but it has a fair share of restaurants and most smell of apple cider and cinnamon. The taste of pumpkin is also there; probably because you're sitting next to a Starbucks.

People pass by you donned in fuzzy jackets and long scarves. You look a bit like them; you're not a fan of the cold, so you have mittens, a hat, boots, and a scarf. Elliot on the other hand is much the same, as usual, and you don't expect him to ever stray from that routine. You like his routine. It's familiar.

"I'm leaving soon," you finally blurt out, a topic barely in your conscious mind but ravaging your subconscious. It's both good and bad news, considering the trip is for getting a doctorate, but it's clear he doesn't feel the same way. His eyes widen and he looks to you almost incredulously.

"Where?" He asks.

"Berlin. They've got this program for foreign students. I'll finally be able to get my doctorate in linguistics," you say, nodding to yourself. "I, um... I don't know if I'll be back."

"Why not?" He asks in a softer, rougher voice.

"It's an expensive move, you know? And there aren't that many jobs for linguists here.. at least, there's more in Europe," you half mumble, staring at your fidgeting fingers.

He gets up and leaves. Without another word except an astounded stare out into space, he stands and leaves you on the bench. You almost go after him, but he's got that look about him, and you know he's a little lost in thought. It'll be fine – you won't leave for a little while (not until October, actually), which gives you some real time with Elliot, if that's what he wants. As hard as it is for people to read him, you have a knack for it. That's probably why he spends any time at all with you.

You're going to miss him quite a lot. Lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling in your sleep clothes, the clock well past midnight, you wonder if he'll miss you too. He hasn't talked to you since you told him, which you did a good week or so ago now. Guilt settles deep in your chest – he's a man of routine and you're seriously breaking it. Fortunately, it's not really your problem. You have your own life and it doesn't revolve around what makes him comfortable.

You still feel bad about it, though.

About two weeks before you're set to leave he finally texts you, telling you to come visit him, and though he doesn't say it you know he means one last time. You get it right before you're about to get in the bath, and instantly you reach for the drain, unplugging it to let it drain while you redress yourself. Something nice – not your sweatpants, no matter how warm they are in the late September chill.

Outside rain falls in great sheets, battering down on the already dead leaves and the many, many busy people. Most everyone you pass by is dressed in black – black coats, black pants, black umbrellas. It's like they're mourning a death, though the only death you can think of is that of summer. You don't have an umbrella in your bag, but there's enough people on the streets with umbrellas and enough overhangs that you manage to stay mostly-dry, till the crowd thins out around Elliot's apartment and you get drenched. Droplets of water run down your fully-soaked hair, falling cold on your eyelashes and turning your nose a blushing pink.

Excitement pounds through your heart at the prospect of seeing your friend again. People at your workplace are nice, but no one is quite as intricate or interesting like he is. Every person is special, as are you, but you find yourself looking for the same traits in all your friends. A sort of quiet person with far too much beneath the surface. That's the only way you know how to describe what exactly Elliot is – well, he's kind. Soft-spoken, usually. Lost in his thoughts. Distant. Compassionate, and surprisingly, warm. You don't hug him much but he's warm, and for some reason you never expect it.

He lights the joint, taking a few puffs to ensure it's working before handing it to you, leaning over the small couch so you can reach. Smoke clouds itself in your lungs, forming pockets of dry, happy thoughts in your head. It all comes out with your exhale, like the freeze of hot breath in winter and the fog of dry ice.

"I love you," you say. Blurting is becoming a bad habit for you, but that's okay. You won't see him for a long time, and you need to get it out, no matter how surprised Elliot looks. He always looks a little surprised. "You know that, right?"

He laughs – he actually laughs. A smile spreads across his usually dull cheeks, and a blush crosses him, pink around his grin and pronounced in his ears and the tip of his rounded nose. You can't help it so you smile with him, absorbing the entirety of his fluster. He's always so closed off. Maybe you help him out of that hole, but it's mostly wishful thinking that drives your thought process towards that.

A cloud of smoke releases itself from Elliot's mouth. He doesn't say anything in relation to your announcement, but you don't particularly expect him to. He's a little odd when it comes to affection. You don't mind it in the least, too caught up in memorizing his little movements and his breathy sighs to bother with the tough things.

So that's it. You spend one more afternoon-into-evening with him, and you don't see him again, not at the airport, not over text or Skype. There was a chance of that – you knew that, but it still disappoints and saddens you to watch the ground disappear, the last memory of your Elliot from several days ago. It feels as though it's already fading despite the fact that you remember every detail of your time with him. How could you forget?

Fidgeting with your bag on the plane, you close your eyes and wonder what things will be like when you get back, if you ever do. Your bag is a little like his jacket – a comfort, with fringes that are easy to fidget with, as much as it might annoy the person sitting next to you. Anxiously you dig your hand into your bag, looking for your anxiety meds, only for your fingers to brush against paper.

You don't have paper in your bag.

Pinching it between your fingers, you pull the paper out, revealing an envelope with your name on it. With shaking hands you tear open the glue, unfolding a note scrawled onto leaf paper. There aren't any lines for guiding, but the words are perfectly spaced.

(Y/N),

I'm not sure if I'll ever send this to you. Maybe not – everything is so unsure right now. My constants in this hectic state of the world are few and most are not good. My job, my scars, my anxiety, they never go away but neither do you. It may seem inconsequential to you – you're likable and you have other friends, but I don't. Not really. I have you, though, and it often feels like that's enough.

I always wanted a forever person; someone there throughout all life for better or worse. A bit like tonight – it ended with a bar fight, but somehow I enjoyed it. I looked to you and you were grinning and bashing a guy's head in, and somehow that made me smile. It's always better with you. I don't talk about that enough.

You're the good in the world. I find it hard to believe, much less articulate, how good you are. How kind. Understanding. Creative, open, pure in the best way. You make me want to become a better person, and isn't that what humans strive for? A connection with someone who makes you believe the world is capable of good, someone that makes you believe you'll be alright – so long as you stick by their side.

I don't write these kinds of things. You know that – I don't like bringing my deeper emotions to light. But you're safe and I trust you; I just hope you understand how special you are to me. You deserve so much good and I wish I could give that to you. I can't give you what I want to give you, but I will always be your friend, no matter what.

Elliot

He wrote this a while ago. That bar fight was a year or so ago – is that how long he's been keeping this letter back? Is this why he asked you to come over? ... Is this his attempt to get you to stay?

The plane's already over the ocean. You can't even see the shore anymore.

You realize just a little too late that he's the good in the world.

[disaster-fruit]

could you tell us more about the brarg family au with the 3 babies and trans luci?

I definitely can! This au has been living rent free in my head since i started that drawing and I was actually sketching more stuff for the AU right before I got this ask so- I definitely can ramble more about it

This was supposed to be just a collection of a few hcs and now it’s a multi-pages word document the size of a fanfic so – Im really sorry.

I didn’t think a lot about their backstories tbh, though I have it in my mind that Luciano transition in his late teens and that he and martin either met after that or knew each other before luciano came out, lost all contact, and then met again after (and you can blame oxiosas fic for that yeah im not even subtle)

But I imagine them having some sort of meet cute and kinda progressing really fast in their relationship without realizing – yk, its just a fling, no big deal, yeah ive met his parents, yes I basically spend every weekend in his apartment, yeah I have a spare key now, ops I guess we’re adopting dogs and plants together- oh I think we’re married. Yeah. We’re married.

Ok but for real Luci does the proper proposal-with-a-ring-and-knelt-down-on-a-special-day thing and Martin is just bright red saying yes over and over again

It is Afonso (port) the first to be all WHERE ARE MY GRANDCHILDREN like… the night of their wedding.

They live in a house in a not too big city with two dogs, one cat, one parrot and all the birds that Luciano feeds and names that aren’t actually theirs. Still, they choose the house with two spare rooms because they always talked about having two kids.

In this AU they can buy a nice house and don’t have to worry about money and can raise kids like the world isn’t ending.

I think right after they got married they got in line for adoption. However, everything indicated that it would take a long long time so they started talking about the possibility of trying to have a biological kid. I think luci was the one to suggest it when he noticed martin had been thinking about it but not saying anything for a while.

Lots of boring doctor visits and confused doctors looking at luciano and trying to process it like the dumb cishets they are. Boring exams and all that, but everything is on track eventually, luci pauses his hrt and keeps his jockstrap on the drawer and they’re googling the best positions for fertility on those weird cishet sites and doing it like bunnies etc etc

Getting pregnant the natural way after years of testosterone is not the easiest thing in the world, so it takes a while. But eventually it works.

Both of them are kinda freaking out with this whole first pregnancy thing. Martin is the ultimate protective husband, and spends way too much time on the internet finding out what luciano can and can’t eat, what exercises he should do, and going to every single doctor visit. He’s very committed to it.

Luciano has to drink non-alcoholic beer and hates life. There’s a single teardrop shed every time he buys it. And drinks a lot of lemonade like it’s the same as caipirinha. Poor guy. Martin doesn’t help on that, life isn’t fair, he buys his own beer.

But he also has to drive absurd lengths to find the weirdest fruit or make the most hideous, blasphemous pizza toppings because Luciano is constantly craving absurd shit. But poor baby actually really NEEDS that chicken M&M pizza at 8am.

They’re super proud daddies though, and both their instagrams at this point are just baby belly pictures. Luci had top surgery on this au on my hc so also. Lots of shirtless pics. He looks like an old uncle with a beer belly and he’s PROUD. Just. Baby bellies all over.

Martin picks the entire baby layette. Because of course he does.

Their baby shower is a huge deal though. Their dads are there, Antonio brings an entire trunk filled with diapers and tells everyone how many tincho used to need when he was a baby, Afonso is cooking for everyone and talking about how he’s gonna be a grandfather (!!!). Iracema (pindorama) is scolding Luci about his bad habits while also quietly being a super proud grandma. Zola (angola) bought toys because she knows that’s what kids actually like, Samero (Mozão) keeps asking if they installed all the necessary security stuff in their house – we will, chill, we still have some months to go – Vera (Tomé) is teasing Simão (Timor) about him no longer being the family baby, Fatima (g.bissau) is another one who bought a huge amount of diapers, Rosinha (cabo verde) is taking pictures of everyone and everything, Sebas and Dani are discussing if the kid should speak Portuguese or Spanish, Maria brought a huge pink plushy as a gift, it’s quite a party.

Once they’re late in the pregnancy, Luciano mostly spends his time on Martin’s oversized t-shirts asking for foot rubs and not getting much sleep because the baby keeps moving. Martin on the other hand is a little nervous about being a dad, but absolutely loves feeling the little kicks and talking to the baby all the time, except when its 3am and he wants to sleep but Luci cant because of it so he just does his best to keep him company. He mostly ends up falling asleep on his chest though and doesn’t help much

I wrote all of this but I still don’t have a name for the girl lol Anyway, she’s finally born, and if martin was overprotective when Luciano was pregnant, he’s ten times more with his baby girl. Tbh theyre both kinda going crazy with this whole parenting thing, both are overprotective, tired, and have no idea what theyre doing.

Zola and Sebastian are the girl’s godparents. Sebastian isn’t very good with kids so when he takes care of his niece he either puts on a tv show and lets her eat whatever crap she wants, or relies on Daniel to do the actual taking care, since he is good with kids.

Luciano and Martin are very much neurotic first-timers and have all this schedule of what their girl can eat and when and when she has to sleep etc etc.

When Zola takes care of her, she just ignores it and does it her way. She helped raised Luci since he was a baby anyway, he survived just fine and even married and reproduced, she knows what to do better than both the dumbasses, and they never even find out.

Afonso on the other had follows everything when he’s with his granddaughter, determined to be a better grandfather than he was a father, and the baby loves him so he’s doing a good job.

They’re a very cute family yes yes

She grows up well and happy, a bit shy maybe but very smart and sweet, loves the dogs and her aunts and uncles and granddads (afonso more than antonio though)

By the way, Iracema is soft like butter with her granddaughter.

When she’s about four or five years old they start talking about having a second one, considering the age difference and all. So back to doctors, Luci stops the hrt again and they go back to trying, but again it’s not the easiest thing in the world to do it naturally after years of hrt.

But god listens to the prayers of such good catholic family, and right after they start thinking about a second child, they receive the news they will finally get to adopt a baby.

Luciano is the one to receive the news, he’s working at home when the social worker comes to tell him they can finally adopt. He’s extremely happy, he hugs the poor lady and is barely able to concentrate as she explains the paperwork that is left and the details of it because he can’t stop smiling.

He immediately texts martin saying something like “CALL ME RIGHT NOW WE NEED TO TALK” and it’s in happy caps but martin understands it wrong and thinks someone is dying or dead but then his phone is what dies so he gets home as fast as he can thinking all the worst scenarios just to find luciano jumping on him with a smile for ear to ear. It’s such a shock he takes a while to react but when he does you have two idiots so happy they can’t function.

It’s another girl, she has big brown eyes like her sister and it’s a few months old.

They quickly reassemble the crib and paint the second room to get everything ready in time to take her home, and the next week or so it’s nothing but all the family visiting to meet their new baby.

Since they managed to adopt, they decided to stop trying to have another kid. Luciano goes back to the doctor do some routine exams so that he can go back to testosterone and the doctor just awkwardly explains that, well, that won’t be exactly possible. Not for the next eight months, at least.

He’s quite shocked at that, and takes him a while to tell martin. They just got a new baby and do they even have space to raise three kids? Eventually it just escapes from him and martin is shocked as well, but ultimately both of them are just worried about their place being too small, and once they relax about that they can’t shut up about having another baby on the way to anyone.

Still, it’s not easy to manage, martin is just as worried as he was with their eldest, except that this time he’s simultaneously worried about their new baby and about Luci’s pregnancy. Poor dude needs a break asap. So he’s trying to do most of the work of caring for a little baby to spare luciano from the stress, while also taking care of him as well as he did the other time.

Luci is more chill about being pregnant, he’s done this before, he’s fine. He’s even a little too chill about it, as shown in the art, he still wants to carry their kid on his shoulder and having a few sips of martin’s beer is no big deal and honestly he’s fine, he can help with the baby, and Tincho just needs to relax and it will all be fine.

Again, poor tincho needs a break.

Some things don’t change though. Them being super proud daddies who do nothing but take pictures of their kids and Luci’s belly every chance they get. And they’re really happy and excited to have their house full and this big family.

Just a good cute family AU where nothing bad ever happens thank you very much.  Yet it took me almost 2k words to say it. I have no self control and I’m very sorry. However, if anyone has their own hcs to add about this whole au, I will be more than happy to hear and talk about this AU even more than I’ve already done.

[megalony]

Heartbeat- Part 2

This is the second part in my Ben Hardy series involving a Gwilym love triangle, I hope you will all like it, thank you for the lovely feedback on the first part.

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Summary: Ben and (Y/n) haven’t been together long when they find out their pregnant. But (Y/n) fears she’ll lose the baby after suffering miscarriages before with her ex, Gwilym who is making things complicated.

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"Where are we going?" Ben cast his eyes down to the left so he could see (Y/n) as she walked beside him but the only look he received was a roll of her eyes.

His words were partially muffled considering he had a half-finished cigarette pressed between his lips in the right hand corner. It was a wonder to (Y/n) that it didn't fall from his lips and spill ash onto his clothing but it dawned on her that he must have had a lot of practise considering how much he smoked and how long he had the habit.

She watched him for a few moments, concentrating on the way that he didn't even remove the cigarette from his lips, he simply pressed it tighter between his lips and blew out the smoke from the other side of his mouth. (Y/n) knew if Ben had been wearing lipstick it would be smudged all over the end of the bud and have none left on his naturally red lips. His eyes were only just visible behind the very tinted sunglasses sat snugly on the bridge of his nose but she could see he wasn't bothered or phased by her focusing on his bad habit.

"You, are going for a walk." (Y/n) finally responded after tearing her eyes away from Ben's lips when he removed the smoke from his mouth and clasped it between his index and middle finger instead. It took a lot of will power for (Y/n) to keep looking up at him instead of allowing her eyes to wander down to his hand and see the way he held both the dog lead and the smoke so easily, showing he had done this before.

"Alright, where are you going then?" His brows rose and his head shook slightly from side to side as he rephrased his question to suit her liking.

"To drop a present off with Audrey, then I'll catch up with you."

Her eyes couldn't help but study Ben as his chin tipped up in understanding before he bent his neck and shoulders forward until he could place the cigarette back between his lips to take a drag before leaning back up to his full height.

"And that's Gwil's mum, right?" Yet again, the words passed through his lips along with the cigarette that flicked ash onto the pavement with how it tilted up and down as he spoke with ease yet caution for the habit he was holding.

"Yeah."

It had been Ben's idea to head out for a walk since it was a nice day and on his days off he normally went for long walks with Frankie. (Y/n) decided to tag along but she had to take a detour so she could drop the present off on time rather than bring it round late which she couldn't abide by. Presents, especially birthday presents, should be given to the person either days beforehand or on the day in question, a late present was not an option in (Y/n)'s mind.

"So, you're still on good terms with her?" Ben's left hand tightened around (Y/n)'s to fight off the chill in the air that was slowly turning his hand to ice, whereas his other hand was fine from Frankie constantly pulling on the leash to try and go quicker.

(Y/n) leaned her head against Ben's arm as they continued to slowly walk down the pavement, getting closer and closer to their destination. She didn't have the nerve or the will to go and see Gwilym again and give him the present to give to his mother and (Y/n) knew it would be more personal if she turned up and gave the present to Audrey herself. It would be nice to see her too since it had been a good few months since (Y/n) had seen or talked to her.

"I'm on better terms with her than Gwil. I've known her for a few years now and she's always been kind to me, it feels wrong not to at least give her a card on her birthday."

There was a faraway tone to (Y/n)'s voice like she was slipping into a daydream but she managed to hear Ben's hum of understanding before her mind really wandered away without her.

For the five years that (Y/n) had been with Gwilym, his mother had always been a friend to (Y/n). She was kind and caring and took (Y/n) in almost as her own straight away and even though things between her and Gwilym were not at a good stage right now, (Y/n) had nothing against Audrey and vice versa. Even though she was no longer with Gwilym, it felt wrong to even think about cutting all ties with his family, in the least with his mother because they had gotten along so well and she had been there for (Y/n) through some tough times.

"It's this one up here... I'll catch you up in about five or ten minutes." (Y/n) came to a stop just before Audrey's house and turned to face Ben, rolling her eyes when he dropped the stub of a cigarette to the floor and crushed it beneath the heel of his shoe.

"You don't want me to hang around at the corner?" There was a small smile on Ben's lips because he already knew the answer but he thought he'd ask anyway.

"No, how am I going to look if I turn up to give her a present with my boyfriend hanging at the end of the street waiting for me? It's not polite, Ben." (Y/n) leaned her head to the side as she bit down on her lip, hoping he knew she wasn't ashamed or trying to be rude. But (Y/n) knew it wouldn't be nice to turn up and have Audrey spot Ben looking over at them waiting for her. It would be insensitive, like driving here with him waiting in the car for her.

"Neither is lying to her if she asks you to come in, but I get it... what if Gwil's there?" Ben's eyes darted to look over at the house like he was expecting Gwilym or someone else to be staring out of the window wondering who was stood chattering on the pavement outside the house.

"It's not like I'm staying." She shrugged her shoulders but Ben could already see the nerves rattling through her eyes and her body.

"You'll have to talk to him eventually, you'll need to tell him about the baby-"

"No." (Y/n) tightened her hand around Ben's until she was surely cutting off his circulation. Her chest already started to tighten like there was rope tied around her chest just at the thought of the baby. Any time Ben tried to bring up the subject (Y/n) shut down on the inside and out until he dropped the subject completely. Part of him understood but the other part was beginning to worry. "Not until we're passed the marker."

When (Y/n)'s breathing started to become rapid and shallow, Ben nodded and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his chest. He had a feeling that any talk or discussion about the baby would have to wait until the twelve week scan and he knew (Y/n) wasn't going to tell a soul until they were past fourteen weeks or even later. He could understand that because she wanted to make sure and be safe but it was still making him nervous to see how panicked (Y/n) got at the mere thought of the baby.

It was already getting to Ben because even though they were in the very early stages, he was desperate to tell his mum. He told her everything, she was one of the closest people to him and this was something he was yearning to talk to her about but he couldn't until (Y/n) was calm and okay with it.

"Go on, I'll see you in a bit." There was a soft tone to his voice and a certain look in his eyes that sent shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s spine before his lips were on her own and she could taste the smoke and nicotine lingering on his lips.

(Y/n) missed his touch as soon as his hand slipped from her own and returned to his pocket where he retrieved a fresh cigarette and his signature electric blue lighter. She took a few steps into the small front garden before she turned to watch Ben sliding the leash onto his wrist so he could cover the end of the smoke to light it properly. A wave of smoke like a flurry of powder parted from his lips before the lighter disappeared back into his pocket and his head dipped down, encouraging her to head up to the front door.

When she had walked up the few steps and was finally stood in front of the fire engine red wooden door, (Y/n) held her breath to try and calm herself down when she pressed the doorbell. She held the string handles of the flowery bag in both hands, tightening her grip until the string was cutting into her palms.

It felt strange, almost like an intrusion to turn up unannounced like this when she wasn't technically part of the family anymore. She guessed she'd never really been part of the family, she and Gwilym had only been engaged, they were never married which (Y/n) saw as a saving grace now, considering how their relationship had turned out. But she wasn't intending on staying, she didn't even want to step inside the house, she was only here to deliver a present and wish Audrey a happy birthday.

The moment the front door opened, the small, nervous smile that had previously been on (Y/n)'s expression slipped away immediately when her eyes set on Gwilym.

Shock was clear on his face, he didn't think (Y/n) would either remember his mother's birthday or that she wouldn't bother to get a present or come and visit her. His mouth opened but for a few horrid moments, he couldn't find anything to say.

"(Y/n)..." Was the only word to pass through Gwilym's lips as he stared at her in surprise, but there was something else in his eyes that (Y/n) couldn't work out.

"I- I brought a present, for your mum." (Y/n) raised the bag in her hand as if to prove that was the reason she had turned up unannounced like this.

"Come in."

It took all she had not to bite her lip and let her anxiety show, she hadn't wanted to go inside, it would be much easier if he just got his mum to come to the door and see her. But then again this was easier for Gwilym because it meant he wasn't being rude or inconsiderate towards (Y/n), he didn't want to exclude her or be hateful when it was kind of her to get his mother a present.

Nodding her head, (Y/n) stepped inside and followed Gwilym through the familiar house and into the living room that had cards held up on the mantle piece and in the bay window. There were a few balloons in the other corner of the room and an assortment of presents, half of which were still wrapped up neatly.

"(Y/n), oh dear it's so good to see you! Come, sit down."

(Y/n)'s smile turned more genuine when she looked over at Audrey who was sitting on the sofa next to the window, a bright yet bewildered smile as she clearly didn't think she would see her today.

"I'm fine, I won't stay... I just came to give you this, happy birthday." It almost felt awkward when she handed the present over to Audrey, it had never been like this before. (Y/n) always arrived with Gwilym and they came in, had a drink and sat chatting as they handed the presents to whoever it was having their birthday. (Y/n) never arrived on her own out of the blue without the intention of staying for a drink or a catch-up.

(Y/n) didn't like this feeling, she didn't like how awkward it felt and how different everything was going to be from now on. But she had made this decision, it was her choice to ruin things and make a fresh start and she couldn't take it back, nor would she ever choose to go back.

"Thank you dear, you really didn't have to... oh, it's my favourite." It wasn't much, (Y/n) knew that but she thought giving Audrey a bottle of her favourite perfume would be an adequate gift.

"Are you staying for a drink?" The smile on Gwilym's lips was almost endearing and he looked so innocent and almost young with his shoulders pulled up and his hands stuffed into his pockets from uncertainty. His expression and the way he was looking at her through his lashes almost made (Y/n) cave and say she would stay, but she couldn't. If she stayed she would be allowing everyone to think that things were almost back to normal and if Gwilym got that impression then things would take a horrid turn when reality came back to him.

"I... I can't, I'm sorry. But it would be nice to catch up soon, I hope you have a lovely day." (Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes when she looked between Gwilym and Audrey who nodded with a kind expression saying that she understood.

"I'll walk you out."

(Y/n) could feel the tears building up behind her eyes when she exited the living room and headed back down the hall to reach the front door. It felt like she was moving on into a new chapter and when she left this house, she would never be able to revisit this part of her life. Change was a good and bad thing in (Y/n)'s eyes, she had been desperate to leave the relationship with Gwilym and wanted nothing more than to get together with Ben. But leaving Gwilym's family she had grown close to was hard and she didn't know if any of Ben's family were going to take to her or like her or if it would be awkward and unsettling.

"Are you okay?" Gwilym reached a cautious hand out to (Y/n)'s arm when he noticed her faraway yet rather worried expression. Not trusting her voice, (Y/n) simply nodded and managed a hum in response. "Thank you for that, you didn't have to."

"It's her birthday..." (Y/n) waved her hand as she spoke, trying to smile but it felt too hard and forced.

She didn't know if she would be doing anything like this anymore either, she was friends with Gwilym's sister but if everything with the baby worked out then (Y/n) wouldn't go through with seeing his sister on her birthday because (Y/n) would be about six or seven months pregnant by then. That would be too unsettling for them all.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what I said before, it was uncalled for. I don't want to fight with you or lose you, you mean too much to me-"

"It's okay... I don't want to fight either, and Ben's your friend I don't want to be in the way of that."

(Y/n) could already see where Gwilym was going and she didn't want him to go there at all. He meant a lot to her but her feelings for him had changed but she knew his hasn't towards her. Gwilym still held a torch for her but (Y/n) couldn't do anything about that, she couldn't lead him on but telling him it was never going to happen wouldn't really do much either, he couldn't turn off how he felt no matter how she wished he could.

But she also knew that if things with this baby worked out, Gwilym was not going to hold that torch for her any more, she doubted he would even want to talk to her anymore. He would think the worst of her, he would be rightfully angry and upset that she was having a baby with Ben when it didn't work for them. He would be angry that (Y/n) had moved on with Ben so quickly after leaving him.

(Y/n) didn't want to hurt him but she knew it was bound to happen, things were out of her control now.

"(Y/n), please... I-"

"I should go." When Gwilym's hand moved to try and hold hers, (Y/n) turned towards the door and stepped outside, quickly letting go of his hand. Ripping her hand away from his so suddenly would be rude and uncaring but holding his hand for too long would give him the wrong signals and she couldn't do that.

She wanted to be with Ben.

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Pursing his lips Ben leaned his hips back against the kitchen counter, folding his arms over his chest as his head subconsciously tilted to the side. His eyes followed her movements like looking away from her only for a second would allow her to disappear from sight.

He couldn't work out what was wrong.

There was a distant look in her eyes that was beginning to unsettle him but it wasn't just that which was concerning. It was the way (Y/n) was holding herself like she was weighted down but trying so hard not to crumble to the floor. It was the way that her movements were slower than normal implying either her reactions were slower for some reason or that she was being more careful and calculated about even just putting one foot in front of the other.

Her expression was also worrying to Ben because there was something behind her eyes, something on her mind that he couldn't see but he was desperate to find out what it was.

"Tell me what's the matter." His voice was so calming, so gentle yet with an edge of worry but he realised just how stuck in her mind (Y/n) had become when she only just registered his words.

When her head turned in his direction, (Y/n) felt a rush of adrenaline surging through her stomach and chest when it felt like Ben's eyes were looking right through her. The words were forming in her head but her lips felt like they were glued together and her eyes couldn't look into his own for more than three seconds before she looked down to the plate in her hands that she was cleaning.

She couldn't dare move her eyes to look over at him when she stood next to him to reach up for the cupboard to put the plate away.

"Baby, I know something's up, talk to me." Ben uncrossed his arms and held onto (Y/n)'s hands until she let the plate slip from her hands and into his own. But as soon as it was out of her grip, (Y/n) was holding onto the counter to steady herself like she thought she was going to topple over.

Ben really didn't want to have to prize whatever was wrong out of (Y/n) but something was up and if she didn't tell him it was only going to drag around with her and make him worry.

"I have to go to the doctors tomorrow." (Y/n) could barely hear the words herself and it surprised her that Ben didn't need her to repeat what she said. She tipped her head down so she was looking at the little dots and swirling patterns in the counter-top she was leaning against so she didn't have to see the confusion and worry in Ben's eyes.

"Why?"

Reaching his hands out, Ben held onto (Y/n)'s arms until he managed to prize her hands off the counter and turn her so she was facing him. One hand moved to rest on her hip whilst the other gently pressed under her chin to tilt her head up so she was finally looking at him. Ben knew for a fact this wasn't planned, it was out of the blue because it was at such short notice. He knew this appointment hadn't been scheduled weeks or even many days in advance.

"I'm having a scan because I'm bleeding." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet but there was something behind her voice pushing her words and stopping her from choking up or sobbing through her words. This wasn't the first time (Y/n) had had to explain this situation to someone and the more it happened, the more numb she started to feel.

"A lot?" Ben's finger subconsciously dug into her hip before quickly releasing when he realised how tightly he was holding her. He knew sometimes a little blood wasn't a worry or a problem but if the doctor had told (Y/n) to go in and she had been through this before, it didn't look very good.

"Not heavily, but it's enough." (Y/n) was desperate to hang her head or look anywhere else but Ben's anxious, pained eyes but his hand stopped her. "This time won't be any different-"

"You don't know that." They didn't know for definite that they'd lost or were going to lose the baby. Something might be wrong or nothing at all could be wrong, the baby might be lost or they might be perfectly fine and they would find out tomorrow. Ben would rather stay the tiniest bit hopeful now, just for a bit longer than destroy every hope when nothing was certain yet.

"Gwil was right, I'm not going to be a mother. This time isn't different or special just because it wasn't planned." (Y/n) couldn't help the way her words cut through the air with a vicious tone, the bitterness was swelling up inside of her until it was consuming everything.

(Y/n) had deluded herself into thinking that this was some kind of miracle or something special because this baby wasn't planned. She tried to believe that this had happened for a good reason since the baby was out of the blue but it was just like every other time she wanted to be a mother. She was lucky if she got to go to a twelve week scan and fourteen weeks was the marker she had reached once and only once but even that didn't last long.

This fantasy wasn't going to happen just because (Y/n) willed for it to since she was with a new person in a new home trying to restart her life. Some things just didn't change.

"Maybe it's not different or special this time around, but that doesn't mean it's worthless or predictable. You didn't expect to leave Gwil when you did, you didn't expect to be here with me right now and neither of us expected this baby. Forget about what Gwil said or what happened before, this time things might just surprise you."

The firm tone to Ben's voice and the way his eyes narrowed in determination stopped (Y/n) from saying anything else. Not everything in life was predictable and Ben could see (Y/n) was always going to expect something like this to happen. But not every time was going to go the same way, this time might just work out for her.

They just had to wait until tomorrow to find out.

[2jaeh]

Cigarette - csy

[ cigarette - offonoff prompt #16 ]

- Seungyoun is in a troubled relationship until he meets his neighbor who is willing to bring back a part of himself. -

 ANGST ; FLUFF

I would I would be your light and I would I would shine you brighter Oh I wish I be your last Smoke up a glimpse of heaven

You heard  a crash for the third time on this summer night, your neighbors slipping into their usual arguments. Groaning, you turned up the volume on your earphones and tried to continue sketching the vase of flowers you had been working on for hours now.

Every night since you had moved into this apartment block a few months ago, your neighbors would be quarreling over God knows what. They were a young couple who you'd seen only once when you were taking the trash out one night.

You remember the look on both of their faces when you stepped outside. It seemed that they were in the middle of another argument but the disheveled guy sent you a sweet smile while his girlfriend scowled and pulled him back into the apartment building.

You wondered why were they together if all they ever did was fight. How could you end up hating someone you once fell in love with ?

Shaking your head you returned back to your sketch and nodded your head to the beat, finally feeling a sense of comfort when your favorite artist sang out his sweet words.

"Get out!" You heard her scream followed by their balcony door sliding open and slammed shut.

You were not one for meddling in other people's business, but you felt an urgency to check if whoever was out there was okay, and not planning to do anything risky.

Slipping your phone into your back pocket you made your way to your balcony and sure enough your neighbor was there, leaning over the railing exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

His black hair fell over his face as he took another drag from his cigarette and stretched his arms above his head, exposing a tattooed gun on his side.

"Uhm is everything okay ?" You managed to say unsure if it was loud enough for him to hear.

He turned to face you and the similar smile he had given you before graced his face despite his tired eyes.

"Im sorry about that, you weren't sleeping were you ?" He scratched the back of his head.

"I was drawing actually and I got a bit afraid when I heard someone come out to the balcony" you chuckled shyly.

He took another pull of his cigarette and flicked it over the railing.

"H-hey that's dangerous" Your eyes widened and peered over the railing hoping nobody was walking around at this time.

The boy chuckled and raised his hands in defense.

"It's a force of habit and my mind is not all that together right now"

"If a stray cat eats it I hope you know it's all your fault"

"whoa that got deep" He giggled and held out his hand, " Im Cho Seungyoun."

You took his hand in yours and his cold slender fingers caressed yours, making you pull away and immediately felt flustered.

"Oh im y/n" You pressed your lips together and stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket.

Seungyoun stared at you, studying your reaction to him before you both heard a noise emitting from his apartment.

"I have to go. Sorry about the noise it was nice meeting you" he nodded as the bright smile disappeared from his face and retreated into his apartment.

You had no idea why you sympathized with him not knowing their story, not knowing how he probably had a different persona which was now hidden by the ups and downs of a toxic relationship.

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Seungyoun sat in the campus studio wrapping up his segment on their fairly popular radio show. Even though he had his notes  and handled the show pretty well, it was evident that his mind was elsewhere.

He thought back to the little exchange that happened on his balcony just over two weeks ago.   It was brief, but he had not felt a sense of calmness like that in a long time. The way she freaked out about the cigarette bud or the fact that she was worried about the severity of his fight that she checked up on him without even knowing who he was.

"okay everybody this last one's called Breathe by Lauv, not sure why it's been stuck in my head all day but I think it's a good track to kick off the weekend" he spoke into the mic, switching on the song and began packing up.

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You removed your earphones and frowned as you heard a now familiar voice blare out of the lecture room speakers and one of your favorite songs filled the entire room.

'did he hear the music coming from my apartment ?' you furrowed your brows and slumped into your chair. For the past week in order to get you through a project you played your music out loud in order to drown out the neighbors and get yourself focused.

You shook your head getting rid of any speculations involving Seungyoun knowing he obviously had his plate full with his own issues to even bother about someone he had met for a few minutes one night.

You plugged in your earphones and made your way downtown to meet a friend at your favorite indie street.

"Yohan!" You waved as the tall dark haired boy handed you an iced latte.

"record store ?" Yohan pointed over to one of your frequent spots and you nodded happily as the two of you made your way over.

The record store was fairly empty as usual so the owner allowed you to play whatever you liked on the jukebox while you browsed through the store.

You chose an upbeat song by Hyukoh and danced around crazily with Yohan as you two discussed the humorous covers of early 80s albums.

The doorbell of the store snapped the two of you out of your teasing session and you realized Seungyoun had walked through the front door.

"Hey y/n" he smiled sweetly surprised to find you in one of his frequent spots and approached the two of you. He looked so much better up close and relaxed. You could finally see life in his eyes as he grinned from ear to ear and you had to admit that it made you happy that he was happy.

"Oh hey Seungyoun, I didn't know you visited this area" You replied as Yohan cleared his throat next to you, making it known that he felt left out.

"This is my friend Yohan and Yohan this is my neighbor Seungyoun" you added.

"The noisy one ?" Yohan asked and you responded by nudging him in his side

"ow!" he whined before catching the hint.  

"Yes Im the noisy neighbor" Seungyoun sighed his eyes drifting to yours and bit down on his lip

"Do you want to hang out ? I kinda owe you for being the only one to check up on me."

You looked up at Yohan who you know was more than happy to leave you since he was probably going on a date later on.

"Yes you may take the annoying one out, I have stuff to do" Yohan teased and ruffled your hair before making his way out of the store.

You muttered a curse word under your breath and neatened your hair when you suddenly felt another hand moving the strands away from your face. Seungyoun pulled his hand away when he realized his actions had startled you both and gestured for you to lead the way out of the store.

He had no idea why he did that. He didn't know how to act around her. Why was he intrigued ? Why was he comfortable around a stranger ?

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The two of you talked about your majors and you learned that Seungyoun was studying music which was a job you always admired. Even though you had a passion for music your love for art overpowered and since you happened to have a talent in it,  it was the one that stuck.

Once you reached your apartment block you noticed Seungyoun go quiet for a while and you assumed this was now the end of your session with him.

"Do you want to hang out at my place ? I can order us food" He finally said facing you. His eyes were eager and although he knew how bold the question was, he was hoping for a positive outcome.

"Will your girlfriend be okay with it ?" You said in a low voice.

"We parted ways a few days ago and this is my apartment, so she doesn't really have anything here" He explained as the distasteful emotions began making its way back.

"Well sure we can hang" You smiled brightly and watched as his eyes lit up like a kid.

Seungyoun led you into his apartment and you marveled at the stack of records he had laying around as well as interesting album art he had up on his walls. It seemed warm and inviting, unlike the arguments that bounced off its frame every night.

Seungyoun cleared a spot on the floor in front of the coffee table and brought over a bottle of soju and two shot glasses.

"I'll order fried chicken is that okay ?" he quirked his brow taking a seat and opened up the delivery app.

"Chicken sounds good" you gave him a thumbs up as he chuckled at your corny gesture and placed the order.

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Time became non existent as Seungyoun listened carefully to you explaining the meanings behind the artwork of his favorite albums. He paid attention to the details, making sure to ask questions in order to see the passion that radiated from your eyes as you spoke. It made him feel as if you two were meant to cross paths.

That night you had come to the rescue he was in debate on whether he should pack up his life here and just move to another city. It will fix everything he thought. Him and Yuna can start fresh and maybe rekindle whatever was left of their sour relationship.

But for once he felt as if his home was actually his home. It felt warm and sentimental. It didn't remind him about the endless fights about him quitting his music to get a real job, or to be like the next perfect guy Yuna had met at med school - it reminded him of himself and it will now remind him of you.

"Thank you y/n" He whispered, throwing his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.

"for ?" You quizzed, watching a small grin spread across his face.

"Just allowing me to be myself again"

"I want to thank you too" You sighed and mimicked his position.

"me ?" he frowned and looked over in confusion.

"Yeah well nobody really listens to me or lets me talk about what im actually interested in so this was really refreshing for me, so thank you Seungyoun" You mused and nudged him playfully.

The two of you basked in each others company in silence not needing a conversation in order to feel comfortable until you fell asleep - probably the most blissful sleep both of you had in months.