#bc i was looking at shots from the show for inspo

[andro-dino]

If you were the one I’m thinking of (woah)

Oh babe I’d let you know

[luck-of-the-drawings]

DISTRACTIONS sometimes its the drive to help and save our friends that pushes us to learn and to succeed. unfortunately its normally ''unethical'' to replicate that in a classroom setting. I ONLY JUST FINISHED THE LAST PAGE HERE, THE FIRST TWO WERE LITERALLY FROM LAST YEAR, N A FEW MONTHS APART. LOOOOK AT MY EVOLUTION. im very proud of this and bled REALLY HARD FOR THE LAST PAGE. PLEASE ABSORB THIS.

[lustfulslxt]

What Are We Doing Step Bro? - Chris Sturniolo

summary : after your steamy vacation, you and your step brother, chris, seemed to pretend nothing ever happened. that is, until you throw a party while your parents are away.

warnings : step sibling trope, spit kink, very slight breeding kink, choking, spanking, slight fingering, brief (f) oral, rough sex, etc

a/n : NOT INCEST SO GET OFF MY DICK AB THAT SHIT!!! they are not blood related in any way, so actually stfu thanks! this is also HIGHLY requested, so enjoy xx FYI i used tara’s pic bc that’s the inspo for readers outfit

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It has been a few weeks since the little family vacation in which you and Chris had crossed certain boundaries in a profoundly sensual way. Neither of you have addressed it at all. When you woke up the next day, you were both dressed and on opposite ends of the bed. When he awoke, he didn’t say a thing about it. You assumed he was pretending it didn’t happen, so you did the same.

It’s been hard, actually. Knowing what he’s like in bed and how good he can pleasure you, has you thinking about it constantly. Though, you’ve never been bold enough to do something about it. Maybe you were just supposed to forget the whole thing.

So, you try your hardest. However, you can’t help the lingering glances on him any time he’s in your presence, the squeezing of your thighs when he brushes past you, the clenching of your core when he innocently touches you. Oh, how bad you want him to strip you of your clothes and make you tremble in euphoria.

Both of your parents are heading out the door, as they've planned a small getaway, kind of like a second honeymoon. Doing so, leaves you and Chris alone, once again.

The two of you had planned a party, and you're excited for it. Maybe you can finally get intoxicated and let loose, forgetting about the dooming fantasies you constantly have about your stepbrother.

Chris had arranged for the alcohol delivery, while you had sent out the memo. He had mentioned, earlier in the day, that the two of you should get the last-minute supplies you would need; solo cups, shot glasses, soda, and a variety of things to snack on.

You open your chapstick, twisting the wheel on the bottom to raise the stick of lubricant. As you apply the moisturizer to your plump lips, your bedroom door swings open. Upon looking up, you lock eyes with Chris who halts in place.

"Uh-" He starts, pausing as his eyes take in the sight of your lips rubbing the product in. "Are you ready to go?"

You hum, nodding your head as you slide your chapstick back in your purse. You stand up, slipping your feet into your slides, and pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder. You look over at Chris, who hasn't taken his eyes off of you.

"What?" You quip, raising your eyebrow.

A slight smirk pulls to his lips as he looks you over, enjoying the way your shorts hug your plush thighs and the way your small baby tee shows off your perky tits.

"What kind of chapstick is that?" He asks.

Your eyebrows knit together, "Cherry."

He's suddenly standing directly in front of you, his eyes boring into your face. You can almost feel his breath on your skin.

"I bet it tastes good." He speaks, his voice slightly raspy and low in tone.

Before you can respond, he's flashing you a grin and turning around to make his way out. You stand there, watching his retreating figure, feeling butterflies swarm in your stomach at the simple interaction. If only you had the balls to act on your desires; he'd be under you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

You swallow the accumulating saliva in your mouth, and take a deep breath, following Chris out. He’s already making his way out the front door, so you follow in suit.

The ride to the store is silent, aside from his quiet music playing from his playlist. You can’t help the sneaky glances you throw his way, admiring the way he so effortlessly looks sexy. The way he manspreads in his seat, gripping the steering wheel with one hand. You find yourself clenching around nothing as your breathing gets a bit shallow.

To retain the last bit of dignity you have, you use everything in you to pull your eyes from him, forcing yourself to look out the window and watch the passing scenery.

Little do you know, Chris is struggling with the same thoughts as you. Every chance he gets, his eyes soak in the way you lick your lips, just imagining them wrapped around his cock. The way you shuffle in your seat makes him think about how you would move as you ride him. Your thick thighs rubbing together, he just wants to shove his face between them.

The two of you head into the store, Chris purposely behind you just to watch the way your ass jiggles as you walk. Every time you turn around to make sure he’s still following you, you’re met with a smirk from him. You bite back a smile and continue with the shopping, Chris following closely behind you.

After the two of you buy everything you need, you head back home to set it all up. Surprisingly, Chris is actually putting in effort and helping you with everything. You thought for sure you would have to do it all yourself.

“Can you hand me that remote?” He questions after putting the led lights up.

You grab the mini device and pass it to him, biting your inner cheek as his fingers grasp yours. You look up at him, only to find him already looking down at you.

“What?” You ask, your voice barely audible.

“You’re just really pretty.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing.

Your heart practically skips a beat at his words, your stomach fluttering with butterflies. You know it’s wrong to even feel such a way with him, but you can’t help it.

You turn away with a slight blush on your cheeks, willing yourself not to smile like an idiot. Still, Chris can’t take his eyes off of you.

Everything about you drives him absolutely insane, and he just wants to have you again. But, despite his deep infatuation with you, he continuously shakes the never ending thoughts from his head, knowing it’s probably something he won’t be able to indulge in again.

While Chris makes sure the lights and surround sound are working, you walk through the house, making sure everything else is set up and in good condition. Everything valuable is tucked away, and furniture is moved out of the way for partygoers to maneuver with ease.

“Where are you going?” He questions as you head down the hall.

“Everything looks good, so I have to get ready.”

Without another word, you’re shutting yourself in your room. You immediately go for your closet in search of an outfit to wear. After a few moments of pondering, you pull it out and lay it on your bed.

You strip from the clothes you’re currently wearing, replacing them with what you picked out. You sit down at your vanity, ready to start your makeup and hair.

As you continue getting ready, you can hear people coming in and the music playing loudly throughout the house. It’s okay to be fashionably late to your own party. You want to take your time, making sure you look your absolute best. Maybe your plan is to tempt Chris, just so you can have him once again while your parents are away.

After finishing up, you stand in front of your mirror to observe your appearance. Satisfied, you leave your room to join the fun.

The lights are out around the house, glowing and flashing colors in place of them. The floor vibrates with the loud music, the atmosphere filling with it and chatter from everyone inside. There’s people piled on the makeshift dance floor, a few people occupying the sofa, and people scattered throughout the kitchen with drinks and snacks in hand.

You hate that your eyes are instantly searching for Chris. Tonight is supposed to be the night that you forget about him, but you can’t help it. Your actions and words contradict themselves, putting you in the biggest dilemma with your mind and body.

Coming up short in finding your stepbrother, you head to the kitchen to get a drink. There, you come across a few of your friends.

“Y/N!” Asia cheers, bringing the rest of their attention to you.

“Hey, you guys made it.” You smile, the four of you reciprocating hugs.

“Of course we did.” Liz chimes in, “You look absolutely killer by the way.”

You grin widely, giving them a twirl, “Thank you!”

Ash pours you a drink, handing it to you with a smirk on his face, “Who you tryna look good for?”

You and the two girls laugh as you shake your head, “Pleeease.”

The four of you continue drinking and chatting, catching up on things you’ve missed. Unfortunately for you, your mind is still stuck on Chris. You have yet to see him and it’s a bit of a bummer, but you’re forcing your feelings down with alcohol.

You’ve lost count of how many drinks you’ve had, simply enjoying the feeling of being intoxicated. It’s been quite some time since you were able to have fun like this with your friends, so you do your best to forget about Chris.

“Wanna dance?” Ash asks you, grabbing your hand.

You nod with a smile, letting him guide you to the crowd of dancers. Your relationship with him has always been different. You’ve never hooked up, and there aren’t any feelings, but you both get close and flirty. Maybe this would be a good time to get Chris’ attention.

Ash pulls you close, placing a hand on your back. You hold your cup in one hand, wrapping the other around his neck. You move sensually to the beat before turning around and placing your back against him. And as if the universe is working overtime, the second you do that, you lock eyes with Chris.

He’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread and a cup in his hand. He looks absolutely delicious with his black jeans, white long sleeve shirt with a black short sleeve layered on top, and his camouflage beanie.

His face is expressionless as he watches you dance with another man. He yearns to take his spot, being the one to dance with you like that. It’s torturous for him, not being able to be close with you in the way that he so desperately craves.

no matter what i do,

all i think about is you.

even when i’m with my boo,

boy, you know i’m crazy over you.

You sing the lyrics, mindlessly directing them at Chris as you hold each other’s eyes. His gaze trails over your entire body, turned on by your revealing outfit, yet furious at the thought of other guys eye fucking you the way he is.

He shuffles in his seat, adjusting his jeans at the crotch, already feeling a hard on coming in. He hates how easily you get him going, especially knowing that he can’t do anything about it.

Watching as Ash’s hands roam your body, Chris brings his cup to his mouth and downs the harsh contents. It’s becoming unbearable for him to see you like this with someone else. He’s growing more and more frustrated, itching to put a stop to it.

So he does.

He gets up, walking over towards you. Your eyes widen the slightest bit, your head tilting up to look at him as he’s not directly in front of you.

“Beat it. I need to talk to her, kid.” Chris says, directing his sentence at Ash.

Ash lightly scoffs, “Can’t you do it when we’re done?”

“No. Get lost.”

Reluctantly, he does as Chris says, leaving the two of you alone in the crowd of people. Chris nods his head to the hall, silently telling you to lead the way. You make your way down the vacant hallway, Chris hot on your tail.

Just as you’re about to say something, he pulls you into his room and shuts the door.

“What are you wearing?” He asks, leaving you appalled.

“What?”

He throws his hand up, gesturing towards your dress. “What is this?”

You furrow your brows, completely flabbergasted, “Chris, what the fuck? It’s very obviously a dress.”

“Why are you acting dumb?” He questions, incredulously. “The fuck are you wearing it for?”

You roll your eyes and lean against his dresser, only for him to follow you. “It’s a party, I can wear whatever I want.”

“No you can’t.” He bluntly states, only to receive a blank stare from you. “Take it off.”

You choke on your saliva, your cheeks immediately flushing, “What?”

“You heard me.” He bites back, crossing his arms.

Despite your increasing heartbeat, you shake your head, “You can’t just say that.”

“Why not? S’not the first time.” He casually shrugs.

Your heart stings a bit at his words, and you’re suddenly reminded of what happened last time. How he pretended nothing ever did.

“Exactly.” You mutter, looking away from him.

He feigns a pout, grasping your chin and turning your head back towards him. “Aw, are you upset that we didn’t wake up cuddling? That I didn’t buy you flowers and ask you to be my girlfriend?”

You forcefully push his hand away, now extremely aggravated with his taunting. Obviously, you know that’s entirely off the table. There’s not a single chance the two of you could work together, it’s simply unattainable.

“You don’t have to be a dick.” You tell him.

He smirks, “Then just let me give it to you.”

Your face heats up instantly at the thought, and even though you want it so bad, you feel as if you need to turn it down.

With a shake of your head, you simply decline, “No.”

“Oh, come on. I know how bad you want it. You think I don’t hear you moaning my name in your sleep? When you shower?”

You flush with embarrassment, putting your head down in an attempt to hide your humiliation.

“Kid, I’m not tryna make fun of you.” He gently speaks, “M’just saying you don’t need to lie to yourself.”

“Chris—“

“Shh.” He cuts you off, running his hand up your thigh. “Just let me make you feel good.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his fingertips graze over the fabric of your underwear. Part of you wants to stop him, but an even bigger part of you never wants him to stop.

Guess which part wins.

You suddenly grab a handful of his shirt and yank him into you, your lips smashing together in a heated kiss. As cliche as it is, it feels like time has stopped the moment your lips meet. This is what both of you have been longing for since the last time you were like this.

Chris’ hands instantly wrap around you, engulfing your ass in a tight squeeze, pulling a low moan from you that he swallows with his kiss. Your tongues sensually dance together, gliding all around each other’s mouths.

Your hands run up his chest and around his head, pulling his beanie off and throwing it for access to his hair. Your fingers run through it, tugging at the strands, eliciting a groan from him.

The kiss is feverish and sloppy, showing how bad you’ve both been craving one another. Chris’ hands slide up your skirt, gripping your ass even tighter than before, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You’re both frantic with your movements, desperate to feel each other.

You walk him backwards to the bed, your lips and hands never leaving him once. Suddenly, he pulls away, his mouth moving to your neck as he tilts your head.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groans against your skin, his breath sending shivers up your spine.

You whine at his words and the way his mouth skillfully works on your sensitive skin. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding him flush against you as he sucks and nips at your throat.

You tug him back by his hair, your hands instantly dropping to the hem of his shirt. He helps you in removing it before doing the same to you, leaving you both topless. He groans at the sight of your bare chest, your perky tits sitting pretty just for him.

He takes them and squeezes them in his palms, your hard nipples rubbing against the center of his hands. You softly moan at the sensation, your hands gripping his biceps. Your skin burns beneath his touch, your center throbbing with need as your arousal soaks your panties.

“Been waiting forever for this.” He admits in a low voice.

You’re breathless from his touch, “What took you so long?”

“Wanted to see if you would cave first, but then I saw you dancing with that douchebag and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Your hands meet his belt, immediately undoing the buckle and pulling it from his jeans. He unbuttons his pants and kicks them off, leaving him in his boxers. Seeing his cock straining against the fabric, you’re eagerly dropping to your knees, only he stops you before you can get all the way down.

“Nuh uh.” He shakes his head, pulling you back up. “Get on the bed.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you oblige and crawl onto the bed, sitting on the back of your legs. Chris palms himself through his boxers as he watches you, licking his lips. He joins you on the bed, only behind you rather than in front of you like you’d thought.

You go to ask him what he’s doing, only he pushes your head down into the bed, arching your back as he pulls your ass up. Your heart thumps in your chest, your pussy clenching in anticipation.

He audibly groans at the sight of your skirt barely covering your ass, your wet panties on show. He reaches forward, pressing his thumb into the wet patch, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Always so wet for me, hm?” He teases.

You whine into the sheets, pushing your ass back for more friction, only to receive a loud smack in return. Your body jolts from the feeling, a stinging sensation running along your skin, before being soothed by his hand rubbing it out. His hands move to the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down along with your underwear, tossing both aside.

“God, you’re so perfect.” He whispers, admiring the way your pussy glistens from behind.

He brings his hand up to you, dragging it through your folds. You can’t help but push back into him, eager for more. He tsks, spanking you once again, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Never learn, do you?” He shakes his head, squeezing the plush skin. “Be patient, or you’re not getting shit.”

“M’sorry.” You whine, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you.

Suddenly, his mouth is on you, his tongue gliding between your wet folds. The sounds of your moans are muffled with your face buried in the bed. He continues to lap at your heat, shaking his head back and forth, his tongue repeatedly swiping over your clit. His mouth wraps around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it as he presses two fingers into your entrance.

“Oh my g-god.” You cry, your legs instantly twitching.

“Taste so fucking good.” He groans as he pulls away, his fingers pumping in and out of you at an extremely fast pace.

Your entire body feels ablaze as it’s wracked with pleasure. It takes merely seconds for your thighs to quiver and your toes to curl as your pussy squelches, your juices squirting out of you.

“Fuuuck.” You hear him mutter.

He pulls his hand away from you, taking his fingers in his mouth to clean them of your essence. Next, he’s grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it in your folds to coat it in your arousal. He puts the tip at your entrance and slowly pushes forward, watching your pussy squeeze around him.

Both of you moan as he bottoms out, and he only gives you a split second to adjust to him in this new position, before he’s thrusting in and out of you. Your mouth parts, lewd moans falling from it as he pumps in and out of you in such a rough manner.

“Chris.” You gasp, feeling him continuously hit your sweet spot.

His thrusts are quick and deep, your walls gripping him tightly as he shoves in and out. His hands are placed on your waist to keep you upright as he drills into you. The coil in your stomach is twisting and twisting, your face scrunched in pleasure as you take him. A continuous ‘ah, ah, ah’ sound leaves your mouth with every stroke.

Chris bites his bottom lip, furrowing his brows in concentration as he tries not to bust right then and there. Just the sight of your pussy sucking him in is almost sending him over the edge.

His hand wraps around your hair, tugging you up into him. Your back meets his chest, your skin sticking together as he continues to fuck you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your jaw is slack. Your baby hairs are slick against your forehead, and your face is flushed.

His hand pulls your mouth open a bit more, his face hovering over yours. Your eyes open just in time to see him spitting in your mouth, and you can’t help but clench around his cock as you swallow.

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He groans, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

Tears well up in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of him abusing your cervix. You fall back down, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Chris’ thrusts grow faster and harder, you walls going rigid around his cock.

The tightening in your stomach grows stronger before it snaps, and you’re cumming around his dick with a loud strung out moan. The pressure in your stomach soon dissipates as Chris helps your ride out your high. His thrusts fall sloppy as his orgasm sneaks up on him.

“M’bout to cum. Where do you want it?” He moans out.

“Inside.” You force out, clenching around him. “Please fill me up.”

His hips sputter at your words, and he groans as his cock twitches inside of you. “You’re so fucking nasty.”

He spews out a few curse words as he empties his load into you, painting your walls with his milky cum. He slowly pumps in and out of you a few more times, before pulling out altogether and falling beside you on the bed.

The two of you are left panting as you regather yourselves, knowing you have a house full of guests you need to tend to. You look over at him with a small grin, admiring the way his cheeks are flushed a rosy color, and the way his hair is sticking to his forehead.

Before sitting up, you lean over and hungrily kiss him as if you can’t get enough. You can’t. He moans into your mouth, before reluctantly pushing you away.

“Let’s get back out there before I fuck you again.” He forces out in a breath.

You sigh, nonetheless standing to redress yourself. You’ll have to clean up later. You both start putting your clothes back on. Then, he’s at the door waiting for you while you’re still looking for your panties.

“Chris! Where’s my underwear?” You ask.

“Hell if I know.” He shrugs, “Hurry up, we’ve been gone long enough.”

“Whose fault is that?” You retort as you look in the mirror, making sure you look presentable.

He smirks, smacking your ass as you walk out the door, “Yours for being so damn fine.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you swat his hand away. The moment you both enter the living room, you’re parting from each other in order to look casual as if he wasn’t just balls deep in you.

You search for your friends, finding them talking to each other against the counter.

“Y/N, where have you been? I’ve been searching everywhere for you?”

Before you can even think to come up with something, Ash is pulling you aside, “Are you okay, have you been crying?”

Your face heats up at that, clearing your throat, “No, yeah, I’m fine.”

He stares suspiciously at you for a moment before nodding. He goes to lead you back to the group and, only then, do you notice how drunk he is from the way he’s stumbling.

“Ash, what the fuck?” You mumble.

“Yeah,” Asia begins, “He’s had a lot to drink. Speaking of, um, you’re out of vodka now.”

Your eyes widen at that information. Before you can say anything, Chris has his arm around Ash, helping him stand up.

“Here, come on. Let’s get you some fresh air.” He says, guiding him to the front door.

You furrow your eyebrows as you watch him, before ultimately turning back to your friends to see what they’ve been up to.

Chris stops Ash at the door, turning him back to see you guys. He pats him on the back, before pointing over at you, “See your little friend over there? Yeah, Y/N. Wanna know something funny? That entire time you were talking to her, my kids were dripping down her thighs.”

Ash’s head snaps over to Chris, his eyes wide, “What?!”

“Yep. Should’ve seen her, begging me to fill her up.” Chris grins, taunting the guy.

“You’re not serious.”

Chris smirks, digging in his pocket. He pulls out your black lacy panties, dangling them in front of Ash’s face. Only then do you look back over them, and your jaw drops as the two look from your panties over to you, Chris with a sinister look in his eyes, Ash with eyes wide as saucers.

“Oh my fucking god.”

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a/n : matt series nextttt!!

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[kuroppiii]

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💬 kuroppiii  ─ “ ik that ' s not really the context of the saying in the title but i couldn ' t think of anything else ! nail pics as with all my other header pics are from pinterest <3 also lmk if you want to see more characters for this prompt bc highkey i loveee looking through nail designs lol ”

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

this is not this man's first time around some nail polish

natsu used to paint his nails all the time, so he’s so down!

big color inspo from the colors of a classic blue and yellow mikasa volleyball because of his love for the sport (obvi)

howeverrr switching out the yellow for a bit more of an orange hue to go with his hair <3

also!!! some tropical floral designs as an homage to his time in brazil

a super fun vibe for a bright and go-lucky guy :)

when you first take his hand in yours, the tips of his ears start to redden a little bit

"hey shō are your ears alright–?" [you]

"your hands are so soft." [hinata]

"okay, shō." [you] (totally not fighting back a smile)

he's held your hand countless times but for some reason this–you holding his hand so gently and focusing in on it as you start prepping his nail beds–feels so much more intimate

seeing your face as you're so focused on him and his hands makes him blush lowk but good thing you're looking down and can't see how flustered he obviously is

like for someone so talkative, he's silent and almost as attentive as you the whole time and he's not even the one doing the work

you also notice he holds his breath every time you make the nail polish make contact with his nails until you finally lift back up CUTIEEE

“love, you know you can breathe, right?” [you]

“i don’t want to mess you up though! you’re doing so great by the way, babe.” [hinata]

cups your face when his nails are finally set and dry and you can see his eyes dart between your facial features and his nails contrasting against your skin and his smile gets bigger in real time

then he gives you a biggg kiss as a thank you for your hard work

definitely goes to every one of his teammates in the msby locker room his next practice to show them the nails

on tvs, cellphones, laptops and countless other kinds of screens everywhere: the camera following the msby jackals' game whips around to land their sights on hinata shōyō.

ten seconds remain on the clock. the jackals are behind their opponents by the most miniscule handful of points. in a last-ditch effort, atsumu's in place, and in a matter of seconds hinata is already high in the air.

the ball is met with a collision from the redhead's hand and quickly surpasses any of the opposition's lines of defense. an abrasive buzzer blares throughout the area and the msby jackals all start to jump onto one another with screams and yells and high fives in celebration.

"another excellent shot by hinata! what a way for the jackals to clutch this game folks!" a commentator excitedly blabbers.

"let's take another look at that one, shall we?" another accompanying commentator beckons.

time slows on screen during the instant replay–from the moment hinata gets in front of the net, to the moment his feet leave the ground, and especially as his arm is reeled back moments before the winning shot.

the camera takes the liberty of zooming in on hinata’s hand then. it captures the precise moment when his purest love and energy for volleyball surges through his body. the unseen electricity has ricocheted throughout him to finally trail up to his fingertips, adorned with colors that showcase the blend of his identity with the same ball his skin almost adoringly caresses for a second in the eyes on the slow-mo cam footage.

blue and yellow, blue and orange side-by-side in front of thousands and millions of eyes to witness as the ninja shōyō’s manicured hand follows through and pushes that volleyball past the net to bring his team to victory.

︴sakusa kiyoomi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

as babygirl as sakusa kiyoomi is, black’s just really his vibe i think

not on like some emo shit but the black would go really well with not only his hair but his iconic beauty marks above his eye

speaking of his hair, the cyber tribal chrome kind of sitch kinda alludes to his curls :0

i mean to the rest of the world he’s this stoic and serious guy all the time

but they don't see how he looks at you while you paint the finer details on his nails

or the subtle and soft dopey smile he’s got on as he asks you in lovestruck whispers about your technique, how work's going, what materials you use, etc.

"and... what's this for now?" [sakusa]

"it's to make sure your nails stay nice and strong for whenever you hit your incredible spikes, omi." [you]

"oh, that's definitely important. wouldn't want to skip that." [sakusa] (before you laugh at his little joke and his heart skips a beat and he gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head as you continue to work)

once the nails are finished, he goes to look at them with his fingers clawed–boyishly characteristic of a dude who's never gotten his nails done like this before

you can't help but laugh and he asks what's wrong

"what do you mean i'm looking at them weird?" [sakusa]

"your hands look like when you posed with the msby jackal mascot that one time." [you]

"how else am i supposed to look at them?" [sakusa]

you demonstrate how people normally check out their nails at the salon

and then it delves into a mini hand modeling lesson and many, many, giggles between the two of you as he tries to figure it out

you end up with some new reference pics of his set for any of your future clients, what a supportive boyfriend!

a certain photo is going viral as it makes its rounds online. the photographer who took it had to have known they struck gold capturing this certain moment, and the racking number of likes and comments are only affirmations of that.

it's a professional shot of sakusa kiyoomi mid-game. late-game, actually, as its evident though the state of his appearance in the picture.

visible droplets dot his face and figure, giving his skin and curly hair a certain sheen that proves the dedication he puts into every one of the msby jackals' games. to combat the sweat that's accumulated on himself, it seems like sakusa had absentmindedly reached for the edge of his jersey to act as a substitute for a towel in that particular moment (his expression is clearly focused on nothing but what might've been happening next on the other side of the court net). the muscles that adorn his torso peek out from the action.

and on top of it all–the sweat, the abs, the way the rest of the jersey clings to the rest of his body–the subtle chrome detailing of his nails stand out where his hand tugs the fabric to wipe at the bottom of his face...

and you hadn't even really caught on to this picture online yourself. the only reason you went to look it up for yourself was because of the influx of work emails you had received since the jackals' last win.

the public was vaguely aware you specialized in cosmetics, as sakusa had alluded to now and then in press conferences and interviews. however, it wasn't really until people online started to wonder where your boyfriend got these nails from did google's reverse-image search bring them to the pictures on your profile that you and sakusa took post- his manicure.

to say your clientele grew overnight, would be quite the understatement.

︴miya atsumu ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

ik the picture is a bit blurry but PLEASE stick with me here yall 🙏 HEAR ME OUT

heavy on that barbie ken atsumu sort of agenda

you ask if he had any colors in mind

and he’s like "y'know what? fuck it. go big or go home."

he knows people might shit on him for having his nails done at his next game so yeah get the most stereotypically “feminine” color you got–just to mess with whatever losers might whine about it

“but... do ya think pink would look good on me y/n?” [atsumu] (AND HE'S KIND OF SHY WHEN HE'S ASKING YOU)

"OF COURSE IT WOULD BABY??" [you]

as you're ducked down working, he misses seeing your face

so he cranes his neck and looks up at you from where his hands are

"hey baby, funny seeing you here." [atsumu]

"tsumu, stay still!" [you]

"sorry angel, just missed lookin' at ya." [atsumu]

in that position, he loves the feeling of you holding his hands and the sensation of the nail polish brush against the top of his fingers so much, that he semi-falls asleep against his forearm as you wrap up

he just feels so much at peace <3

and when you’re done he is definitely giving ken, and that his job is volleyball

and tbh i hc his hair post timeskip isn’t so much piss yellow as ppl joke it was while he was at inarizaki

but that if he stuck through with keeping it blonde for so long he eventually managed to get it professionally done, and with some GODDAMN TONER 😭

i think it’s like a brassy sort of blonde

which looks perfect as an accent to the nails

like pop off regina george!!!!

something endearing about your loving atsumu is he never fails to get you the best seats in the arena whenever you come watch the msby jackals play.

from front row, you can see everything, and in so much detail—the action, the sweat, the tears that goes into each and every matchup the team faces. truly, the experience was leagues above settling for a closer look on any big screen or arena jumbotron. everything was just so much clearer!

but most importantly, you can see your boyfriend. very clearly.

so clearly, in fact, that after a particular great serve to bokuto for a spike that earned the jackals yet another point, you have the luxury of soaking in all the glowing details of atsumu in his element.

the way he clutches his strong fists and yells with joy at the small win, a bit of pink peeking out from the insides of his palms.

how his hands clap and grasp at the hands of his teammates in quick celebratory high-fives that leave streaky blurs of pink trailing behind his excited movements.

when his hand quickly drags over his smiling and glistening face, before carding through his hair—small pink detailings disappearing and reappearing amidst the blonde strands that rest on the top of his head.

by the time all the players on the court are settled back into their places for when the moment the ball will be up in the air once again—anticipation pulsing on both sides of the net—you can even catch as atsumu quickly glances at his nails with a small, blink-and-you’d-miss-it smile.

thankfully, your top-tier seat allows you to catch it. and although he’s smiling at his hands, you know that it’s for your work and by extension, it’s all love for you in that split second before your boyfriend has to lock in again.

when the next ball is served, you find yourself almost falling out of your chair from how far you’re leaning forward to take in as much of your great view as possible.

︴bokuto kōtarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

MISMATCH IS A MUST

you say the few designs you want to try out and ask him which one you can try on him and he just goes: ALL OF THEM!

(he knows it’ll take longer to do with all the different elements, but that just means he gets to stare at you for longer as you work)

"are you sure? i mean, do you have a color you want in particular? i can tweak them so they all have the same palette." [you]

"nope! cover me with whatever your beautiful mind is envisioning!" [bokuto] (he's jutting his fingers out in front of you and wiggling them around with the biggest grin on his face)

these nails also just fits him as a person because he’s super all over the place and spontaneous so it works it JUST WORKS OK

plus his hair’s literally greyish whitish so it’s like a perfect neutral and blank canvas to accent the color palette

it's one thing having him sit still for an extended amount of time, but having you this close? right in front of him?

how is he not supposed to give your lips a quick kiss now and then

BUT!!! he always goes to double check he didn't mess up the nails every time he pulls back

"kō, the nails are fine! you didn't even move your hands, you're just moving your head to kiss me, silly." [you]

"just making sure, babe! i know this stuff takes a lot of work. plus, i can't really think of what else is happening when i'm kissing you, really." [bokuto] (already going in for another kiss)

you can see in the corner of your eye as you work on your designs that bokuto's nose scrunches up now and then

it's because he's not used to the smell of the nail products you're using

upon completing the whole nail set, he concludes it’s legitimately one of THE COOLEST THINGS anyone’s ever fucking done for him

doesn’t stop staring at his hands in a little bit of awe even after you’re done and chilling on the living room couch, completely oblivious to what's going on on the tv in front of you two

the crowd is going absolutely ballistic. the jackals are in the lead. and your boyfriend, the bokuto kōtarō is up and about to serve.

you watch the arena's big teleprompter with the rest of the spectators as the cameras pan to bokuto.

he has that look on his face–confident and happy playing the sport that runs through his veins. his hand crashes down onto the ball once. wham!

twice. blam!

when the ball comes back up, he grips it between his hands. it's evident even through the screen how his arms tense and pulse. it's like he's revving up.

as everyone hangs off the edge of their seats and keep their eyes glued in anticipation to the broadcasting of bokuto holding that unmistakable combo of blue and yellow–it's impossible to ignore how the ends of his hands glint and reflect the bright overhead lights.

colors of all kinds twitch in excitement against the leather and the star player quickly glances down at the ball, sure, but most definitely also at the intricate art you so graciously blessed his nails with. bokuto's lips crack a smile.

then he's tossing the volleyball up. a loud and powerful smack reverberates throughout the arena. in the blink of an eye the ball whizzes past two of the opposite team's players and the crowd explodes once again as the ball is now rolling on the outskirts of the court across the net.

your boyfriend's chest swells with pride, and his carefully manicured finger darts to point over you in the stands. you cheer even louder for him as he beams a tooth-filled smile your way.

💬 kuroppiii  ─ “ oh and i forgot to point out that most of these designs are short and with minimal charms so they don't get in the way of a volleyball player ' s , well ... volleyball playing ! short nail - ers rise up ! ”

[theyapper0]

THE HEAVEN CAST!!!!! WHOOOOOOO!!!!!

So first off, we got a redesign for the Exorcist Angel armor. I wanted to keep the colors light so they stand out when in Hell. I was also hugely inspired by Crusades armor, since the Crusades fought for religious territory, I thought taking inspo from there made sense.

Then we have Lute, Emily, Sera and Adam's designs. I'll explain it all under the cut if you're interested!!!

LUTE!!!!!!!!!! Sorry guys but she's basically a different character with the same name at this point

So I think that Lute was like a mentor figure to Vaggie, she was the closest thing Vaggie had to a (sorta) mom but it's defiantly like a student-master relationship.

I think that Vaggie trusted and cared for Lute deeply, she devoted all her time and energy into training in order to make not only Heaven better, but to make Lute proud. Lute was a HUGE driving force Vaggie's martyr complex.

But they were close!!!! The care wasn't just once sided, I think Lute did love Vaggie. I think they both care for each other SO much, that's why it will hurt SO MUCH when it's LUTE as the one to de-wing and banish Vaggie. She LOVED her, she TRUSTED HER!!!!!

Trust that I will be delving deeper into this in the future ✊✊✊

So Emily and Sera's designs and roles in the story are pretty much the same, I liked them in canon! They were fun and offered an interesting addition to the show!!!!

The main thing I chose to change was basically their hair and skin color tbh. I understand what the show was TRYING to do, w the fact that they're supposed to be black (and apparently those are supposed to be dreads in Sera????) but.......... It wasn't good.

With their canon skin color, I know a lot of angels have gray skin but to me, it looked like the designers didn't know whether to make Sera and Emily (especially Sera) gray or flesh colored, which then resulted in them trying to meet it in the middle and left us with this,,,, really ashy looking black skin in some shots which I didn't like.

I decided to just make them a darker gray so they can both be seen as black and also keep consistent with angels having gray skin :)

ALSO THAT ONE DOODLE WITH EMILY LOOKING AT CHAGGIE, I PROMISEEEEEE THAT SHE DOESN'T LIKE EITHER OF THEM LIKE THAT, I JUST DID IT TO BE FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I think the ship is cute but personally, it's not for me ^^)

And finally..... ADAM!!!!!!!!!!!

So like Lute, Adam is basically a completely different character with that same name just slapped on.

I REALLY didn't like him in the show to be honest. I think we was an enjoyable character at times but he's totally like my second to last fav character (with my LEAST favorite being Lucifer LOL). I think it was an interesting take on Adam definitely!! To see him so cocky and full of himself bc of his title but....... It was just very...... Viziepop with the whole "original dick" thing......

Adam is the literal FATHER of humanity!!!? He is EVERYONE'S FATHER!!!!!! I don't understand the point of making him mean aside from the fact that he's supposed to be an opposing force in the show, but even then, just because he's the opposing force, doesn't mean he's gotta be a huge jerk!!!!!

I think it could be more interesting and add more nuisance to the story is Adam WAS this sweet, caring guy who, like the protagonists, is only doing what he thinks is right!

I'll delve more into Adam in my next post BUT everything he does is out of his trust in God and the Seraphims, he trusts them wholeheartedly and despite the fact that the Sinners of Hell were once his children too, he does what he must because his flaw isn't that he's egotistical or an asshole, it's that he cares and trusts with his entire being.

He's also best friends with Kris Kringle

[reaminaart]

i LOVE LOVE LOVEEE YOUR JEFF AND JANE DESIGNS OMG!! what inspired them? :0

Thank you so muchh! //0v0//

I focus on them a lot because they have been my favorite characters for years now, so I tweak their design a lot, don't be surprised if some details change.

Jeff

A lot of inspo for my Jeff comes from Bleedingheartworks, specifically their older art of Jeff. Generally how they showed his personality and attitude through his design and gestures.

Other inspo comes from character like Frank-N-Furter and Mark Renton from Trainspotting. Esp. for his face I love giving him hard edges, angry big eyes, a bit of a resting bitch face that just looks confusing with his cut smile.

I actually had a hard time drawing him, until I just accepted that he doesn't have to look too human or realistic. The scars on his face allow me to kind of morph his face and make his expressions more extreme. I always try to show how ruthless and careless he is just through his looks, so longer nails, bruises, bleeding, and especially heavy scars are a must.

I understand realistically he'd be bald but I can't bring myself to do it, hair just brings the whole design together. His hair is straight and sharp, but it's pretty thick so it just looks like a mane when washed. Fun fact, I imagine his younger self always had a buzz cut.

I made his eyes able to almost close, bcs I like him being more expressive. His lower eyelids are not burnt but cut, you can see the scarring under them. So he can still kind of close his eyes but you would see some of his eye peeking out. I've not shown this in my art yet, but I like to think when he goes bonkers his pupils dilate instead of shrink.

Jane

idk where to even start, her look is constantly evolving in my mind, I literally want to put all ideas into one design but it's impossible. There's not specific inspo I have, I kind of lego built her from all interpretations I liked and art pieces over the years.

She's huge and strong I'll tell you that, it stunned Jeff a bit the first time he saw her. Wears heels to be even more intimidating, she stands at 190cm without them.

Her face is completely covered in scars and cuts, the burns go all the way from the head to the thighs, but they're more visible on the back. I'm gonna give a little spoiler to future art, but I feel like in at least one universe she would cover all of them with tattoos because she can't deal with the memories. Her eyes look completely black, but only her irises, the sclera is dark red and a bit blood shot. You can only see it when you get close.

Also she wears wigs, so I switch her hairstyle occasionally.

I try to make her as elegant as possible, but also threatening. (She's actually really sweet to the average person, but always looks annoyed. I love her, she is kind of selfish and crazy tho.) Anyways, her style, Gisele Bündchen for Alexander McQueen 1998 is the vibe she carries around.

My goal for future art is to try and make her mask/makeup more alien like.

Some outfit changes are on my to do list as well. I think they'd both rock the runway.

Thank you for asking ♡

[mooodyblue]

I’d love to see CG!us or cg e deal with a tantrum from a very grumpy little you 🥺

wahhh i loved this one, ty for the request and inspo 💋💋 wrote this with cg!e bc i don't have many elvis requests in my asks rn!

wc: 962

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elvis's patience was being tested big time today. he knew you couldn't help it. sometimes you had your bad days, that's okay. that doesn't mean he liked the bad days though. most bad days were triggered by something frustrating happening with you during your day or you not getting enough sleep. it was definitely a mixture of both today.

maybe a lot of it had to do with him leaving you with jerry again for the third time this week. of course, you weren't little every time but today was just the icing on the cake for you. you woke up little, clingy and just needy for elvis’s presence. you had this whole day planned in your head for you and elvis which involved lots of snuggling. but unfortunately, your whole day was ruined when he said he had to finish recording today meaning jerry would be over to watch you today.

and jerry knew you didn't mean to be so….harsh towards him. he understood being away from elvis especially when you were little was frustrating for you. he did everything he could to keep you busy and to get your mind off of him not being there but it was all your mind could go to, elvis not being there.

the later it got, the more frustrated you were. elvis promised to be home at a specific time and he was late. you didn't like when he was late and honestly, it felt like he lied to you. he never breaks his promises to you and now here he is, not home when he was supposed to be. what kind of daddy does that?

you tucked yourself in a corner, bringing your knees to your chest as you angrily glared at jerry who was attempting to get you upstairs in bed. “c'mon, hon. don't be like that.” he sighed.

“i want daddy.” you complained. “no sleep till he's here!”

jerry scratched the side of his head, unsure of what to do. in his defense, he wanted elvis back too.

after attempting to coax you out of the corner several times, elvis eventually pulled up to graceland, causing jerry to jump up and meet him at the front door elvis wandered in with a tired smile, “how's my baby doin’?”

“well, they're mad at you. they've got themselves cornered in the music room so….leavin’ that up to you. good luck.” he patted elvis on the back and left before elvis could even respond.

“yeah, see you later.” he muttered sarcastically. elvis shut the door behind him and ventured off to find you, frowning at you in the corner. “now, what's goin’ on? why are you givin’ jer’ a hard time?”

“mad at daddy.” you said, hugging your knees tighter.

“baby-”

“no! daddy’s always busy! never has time for me, always goin’ off a-and leavin’ me with stupid jerry ‘n then lying about comin' home! daddy doesn't love me anymore!” you vented, stomping your feet angrily.

elvis shot you a stern look, a look that you didn't like very much. you knew what was coming. “y/n, that's not very nice.” he voiced. “we do not call our friends stupid, jerry is not stupid and you know that. jerry loves ya enough to come and watch you when you're feelin’ tiny when he doesn't have to, i don't think that's very stupid of him, is it?”

you pouted, looking down. “no….”

“i’m not just leavin’ you here with jerry for any ol’ reason, i got work i have to do, baby. i got albums to record, meetings and shows to do, you know that. i’m sorry if i’m runnin’ a little late but sometimes it happens, it's life. that doesn't mean you gotta go and treat other people badly for it.”

that made you feel bad, now elvis really didn't love you anymore. that was it, he was going to leave you for being stupid and silly and being mean and-

“and ain't no way in hell have i ever said i don't love ya anymore. i love ya to death, honey. you're my baby, you know that. all the plushies, the toys, the snacks-it's because i love you.” he crouched down, meeting you eye level and took your hands, looking into your glossy, tear filled eyes. “i hate leaving you. i really do. i feel terrible when i’m not home when i said i'd be, i don't do these things on purpose, y'know.”

tears fell from the brim of your eyes and you threw yourself onto elvis nearly knocking him down, hugging him tightly and crying into your shoulder. “‘m sorry daddy, i-i didn' mean to be so mean. i just miss you and i don’ think jerry’s stupid and i love you and i don't want you to leave me and ‘m scared you're gonna hate me and-”

elvis pulled away, a soft grip on your shoulders. “don't you ever say i’d hate you for anything. i could never hate you.” he said sternly. “i wuv you, yittle. with all my damn heart, i mean it. i just need ya to be a little nicer when jer’ does have to come by and i promise to call if daddy’s ever runnin’ late.”

you nodded and sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve. “c’n i apologize to jer’ tomorrow?”

he gave you a warm smile, “of course you can, thank you. he'd appreciate that. are we okay now?”

you replied with a nod, giving him a quick kiss.

“can we get you ready for bed? daddy’s all tired out.”

“mhm.” you stood up, holding your hand out for elvis as he got up too. “can you read to me?”

elvis chuckled, “yeah, alright. anything for my baby.”

[spookyrobbins]

What does your writing process look like?

it’s honestly not super exciting or even all that rigid. i generally don’t write in silence but it kinda varies what i listen to or watch in the background. for some things it’s more relevant but most of the time it’s just random spotify playlists.

i do generally start at the beginning and just go straight through. only on much longer things do i skip around (notably smbr was not written start to finish). i’d guess like 60% of the published ones were written in almost a single sitting or at least in a day or two where that’s the only thing i was working on. i often have sort of a starting point and an end point and just see how to get there. i used to plot things out a ton but i don’t really do that so much but im also generally not working on things longer than one shots.

i do keep sort of like graveyard docs where it’s lines or scenes that didn’t quite fit in something but i might find a use for later. i also generally have like a huge pile of wips that are in varying stages of development and i’ll flip through them from time to time.

i also really like running or going for a long walk before writing. and i also really like working on a stationary bike while i write (i have a lil desk set up) i almost always write at home and don’t really go elsewhere when im writing.

of note i often drink when i write smut for whatever reason. i find smut the hardest to write (it’s the logistics!). angst is easily the easiest for me especially when i have the character voice down (ie arizonas angst is easier than callie’s) i do move around a lot when im writing a scene that has some sort of physicality bc i want it to be at least somewhat logical.

i do kind of a lot of research even if it’s just for a small detail that isn’t really relevant for the broader plot. like if i make a reference to calzona watching a show together, it’s not just bc they needed to watch a show it’s bc i’ve actually gone in and checked what could possibly be on tv that day. and same for pretty much everything. like the most throwaway detail and ill do a bit of research for it. i often have full backstories and all that for details but i dont tend to dump it all in. i kinda consider it like the middle name conundrum - ie its common in fics to talk a lot about middle names and give lots of meaning to them etc but that’s generally not how people are. so while i might have an entire backstory and details and reasons for arizonas middle name in a fic odds are i’ll never include them even if i have that info.

it’s rare that i have a title for something before or even while i’m writing it. i think smbr (“and i’ll be yours to keep”) and “he ain’t heavy” are some of the only ones i can think of that i had the title in mind really early on. most of the time i finish something and then as im uploading into ao3 im flipping through playlists for title inspo. id guess like 95% of my titles come from music, i’ve never really pulled lines from within the fic or anything. i do often have a running note with tags for fics bc i think they’re funny

i don’t use a beta and never really have. i do have a couple people who i’d say get kinda previews of what im working on but id say they’re more of a vibe check than really editing content. i dont really have a robust editing process myself. like i might skim through something a bit but honestly its much more a full send situation. if theres like a glaring error ill retroactively fix it but im pretty good about editing as i go and using spell check etc.

i do almost always upload to ao3 before ffn bc there’s more to do on ao3 and then i can use aspects of that for ffn.

once it’s uploaded i’ll probably keep the tab open for ages and will absolutely refresh it like a mad man to see how it’s doing.

i know some authors say that replying to comments on ao3 is just a way to boost comments but i strongly disagree with that and do genuinely try to reply as many comments as i can. although im not always perfect about it once we’re like a month out from when the story was published.

this is a very chaotic description of my writing process but i’d say my writing process is somewhat chaotic anyway

[likesaly]

For the ask game! 12 5 6 14 24 for Natsukage, Miumi, and Akitaka

Natsukage

5 - Uh- I came up w this on the spot /lh Pass the Nirvana by Pierce The Veil (take a shot everytime i say anything related to ptv w 1bh /lh /j) 6 - I have a blue hoodie similar to his, I remembering showing that one outfit in the server (I mean I am natsukage irl but like bc 1beat hyperfix misane me mems r more centric 4 source mems /lh) 12 - Natsukage cuts his hair w kids scissors at like late at night which why his hair is kinda uneven and Sakuma is just so confused on why he does this /lh 14 - Early 2000s grunge 24 - Samekichi from WATGBS - bro im like confident that he was based off of him like i can pull up an image i made when i first got into 1bh abt my whole theory of miwashiba def took inspo from watgbs

Miumi

5 - See Me!! by Sophie Powers - I was desperately scrolling through my spotify liked to see if my taste had anything fitting for her but I found it, I just feel like it works /pos /lh 6 - When I was younger I had longer hair and I had my hair in that half up half down style, the only thing difference would've been hair length and my bangs - Though I do have plans to dye my hair white if I dye it again but im not 100% on what color yet I have a few in mind alr 12 - Miumi just has a lot of upperbody strength so she can just hang out on like those monkey bars and be able to flip on it while holding on; This is her party trick bc it shocks everyone. 14 - COQUETTE FOR SURE LOOK AT HER AND TELL ME IF IM WRONG SHE WOULD BE INTO THAT FS if not lolita is her aesthetic 24 - Impact Death Enity/ Enti-Suti le Gabriel from Masa Works Design (Listen to impact death entity for the feel of her character!! i promise shes not as intimdating as she sounds /lh)

Akki

5 - Bring me to life by evanescence as a joke /lh but realistically I'd say Sleepwalking by Bring me The Horizon 6 - My style now, I remember back in December I was drawing and my friend Sho was like "that guy has the same style as you" and I couldn't agree more with that statement its so obvious, plus I had red hair not too long back so if I wear any other color thats not black or white, its either red or purple. 12 - I'd say Akki is the one who composes the music for his band since he learned piano at an early age, at it first it wasn't the best but he improved over time! 14 - Emo or Visual Kei either one works 24 - Ichika from HELLO, HELLO WORLD! Same aesthetic and vibes tbh

[junkissed]

hihi im starting a writing blog for svt but im relatively new to tumblr and its mechanics and all the etiquette and things like that. also im a jun biased and im weird in the way where i don't usually have inspo for other members? if that makes sense? so like idk is there anything i need to know or is it relatively acceptable to mostly only write for one or two members?

also sidenote but i really love some of your writings ahaha match of the season is my favourite :D thank you so much if you ever reply!

no that totally makes sense! i would say most authors on here will write for ot13 but they definitely write more for their bias than any other member. i feel the same way, for me it's easier to write for jun than for other members (and also i love him lol) so my writing ends up being like 90% jun and 10% other members. which is completely fine! at the end of the day it's your blog and your writing, and you should write for whoever you feel comfortable writing for and whoever gives you the most motivation. there are hundreds of writers on this site so if one writer only writes for a couple of members, it doesn't mean the other members won't get written :) nobody says you're required to write certain things or for certain members!

if you intentionally leave out one member but write for all the rest (i've seen writers who write ot12 and exclude jun because they aren't attracted to him), you might get some side eyes but again that is your choice. i personally wouldn't say a hard no to any members and i'll give them all my best shot, but that's my blog, and your blog is up to you.

as for things you'd need to know, i'd say the number one thing is interact with people! the best way to get interaction on your own work is to reblog and comment on other fics. as i'm sure you've heard me say before, reblogs are the most important feature on this site! it basically boils down to, treat others how you would want to be treated by reblogging their works and leaving feedback, even if it's just a simple "i really loved this!!!". it makes you stand out in our notifs and if you're also a writer it might even get you a new mutual.

other tips off the top of my head:

have a masterlist post (helps people find all your fics in one place) and have a guidelines post (makes it clear what you're comfy with)

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE AND DO NOT STEAL ANYONE ELSE'S WRITING (this one is in caps bc super super important!!! you can take ideas or inspiration from someone else but you cannot take their words or their writing. you'd think this one would be obvious but plagiarism happens a lot more than you'd think)

if you're inspired by someone else, tag them in your fic! it shows respect to the original author, and you should tag them whether it was from a fic you read or if they helped you brainstorm ideas. it doesn't have to be a super long thing, just a little "inspired by @onlyhuis's fic!!" is more than enough, but it goes a long way :)

like i said, you can write for whoever you want, whenever you want! when ppl start interacting you it's gonna be stressful because you want to make them happy and put out new fics often, but just remember that it's your blog and you get the final say on everything. don't put pressure on yourself to write constantly because you will get burned out and i promise it will not be fun!

if people send things that make you uncomfy, don't be afraid to delete (or block) them. it's your blog and your boundaries so don't feel guilty for standing up for yourself. also, ignore answer hate asks because they're just looking for attention so don't give it to them

trigger things properly! this is the little section before the fic that says "warnings". don't censor any words (using punctuation like bl00d or d3ath instead of typing blood or death) because it defeats the purpose of ppl who have those keywords filtered, so type out the whole word uncensored. this is a courtesy for people so they can choose to avoid content that may be harmful to them. (this also counts towards visual works, a lot of ppl use tags like "tw flashing" on gifsets)

speaking of tags, when you post be sure to put tags on it! it's the section at the bottom of your post with all the #'s. if you click on any of my fics you can see that i use tags like "jun smut", "seventeen scenarios", etc. these tags help people find what they want to read (but only tag relevant things; don't put "mingyu smut" on a jeonghan fic unless mingyu is actually in the fic). if you aren't sure which tags to use or how to format things, feel free to look at other fics for examples. if you read a lot of fics you might see there's a pretty standard way of doing it

the tags i use like "june.txt" and "june writes" are organizational tags. when you click on, for example, my "june writes" tag, the results are only my fics that have that tag. it basically organizes things into categories (which imo is the best part of tumblr) and it makes it easier to find different types of posts. it also allows people to filter those tags so posts with that tag don't show up (for example, i require minors on my blog to block the tag "minors dni" so that nothing nsfw is shown to them)

again like i said, don't be shy! make friends, join networks, send asks to people, reblog fics, etc etc. interacting with others is the #1 way to make writer friends :)

just a general tumblr tip: no one can see how many followers you have except you, so don't try to make it a competition of who has the most. it's what makes tumblr different from tw*tter and insta and it makes the social media experience a lot more casual because there's no influencers here. it's like a diary where you scream into the void and sometimes ppl scream back. a lot of writers do milestone events (i recently had one for hitting 1k followers) but you aren't required to do those either

if you have any questions about tags, filtering keywords, and other tumblr stuff like that, don't be afraid to ask! any tumblr veteran is more than willing to help break down our weird system to new bloggers

be proud of your work! even if it doesn't get many notes or feedback it doesn't mean you're a bad writer. writing should be fun and something you can enjoy doing, so don't make it seem like a chore by focusing too hard on numbers

i can't think of any more but here's my tag for important posts & info for new tumblrs users that you can look thru for more! i hope this helps :) and when you start your blog send me another ask!! i would love to be your first follower <3

[sm0lcatfish]

what if i also talked about my animatic ideas. what then. stealing this idea from eyelessfog this is my boat now. heavy focus on mcyt since u guys probably don’t want to hear my oc / other ones. probably a long post bc i have alot of silly concepts but i’ll also keep them as short as i can

milk by jack stauber - shrub berry. probably heavy inspo from fazbean’s walten files pmv with same song bc i really like it

blame by air traffic controller - shrub berry. second half of the first chorus and second verse would have a focus on mother wolf. ‘vultures they r circling overhead they’re reminding me of choices from my past’ would be about mar’s death

run boy run by woodkid - also shrub berry. do u sense a pattern lmao- i have a big vision of the last part of the song showing shrub running anxiously through the nether, no idea how she got there only with the knowledge that xornoth might be behind him, and he might be next, but he has to make it for gnomekind. and then he runs off screen and after a beat the wolf spirit and the pack run in and repeat the path, just the opposite way

dreamland by glass animals - grand wizard gem. the main brain concepts i have is ‘you were ten years old holding hands in the classroom he had a gun on the first day of highschool’ fwhip and gem going to check on sausage, meanwhile he is ready to kill them in the name of xornoth. the entire next verse would be about the dragon fight and during the second set of ‘all round your head’s i think about gem jumping up to the egg alter and grabbing it before falling into the portal behind it, bc that is way cooler than just torching it. and then next part is about the mage sausage fight where she kills him to save him, and she asks him “what makes a man?”

camillo’s interlude - shrub berry. yes i know my music taste is everywhere don’t ask. i listened to the song the first time while in the middle of mildly brainrotting over depths of hell so. there’s obviously influence. first part of the song is shrub talking to mother wolf before cutting to katherine and tws in the nether at ‘speaking of my feet’. having a ‘gift like ur’s’ is rejected by katherine bc of how she left her kingdom

gabriel by alec benjamin - prince scott. a pmv showing his stress building, maybe in a symbolic way like ice increasing on his antlers. this concept is rougher than the rest but that’s probably cus i never brainrotted on his lore

the exit from razia’s shadow - this song is soooo xornoth and prince scott. trust me. for this pmv i feel like as xor kills their parents they r only half corrupted but during ‘it’s not me don’t you see it’s just my pedigree’ they become fully corrupted while looking down on the gnomes from above. and then cut to the future where xornoth is back and yelling at scott. and then maybe including the narration at the end about scott’s afterlife

hand of god by jack bellion - shrub berry again. first part is about shrub running through the nether, falling out, and meeting katherine. and then the next part is about xornoth, who he realized followed him to empires, and then ‘tears at a funeral’ being about mars. next bit is about the xornoth fight and then crystal. ‘just like the 80s films’ or ‘bring me down to brooklyn’ is the handoff of the crown, ‘push me down the hudson’ is a wide shot of the traveling with tws, ‘long island’s only smiling’ is both the other mother wolf and returning to empires, ‘i did everything for new york’ is probably lipsynced as shrub goes jn the nether

cemeteries of london by coldplay - princess/monster hunter katherine. this song is sooo her. first verse is about her hunting at night with all the ‘at night they’d go walking’ ‘the morning is for sleeping’. at the end would be a shot of the half corrupted castle before katherine running cus the song discusses going to break ur curses and talking to witches. great witch shelby time. maybe the next part is about the festival cus it mentions ‘my heart it wasn’t open’? but i’m kinda waiting for more heavy angst cus that part of the song is kinda intense? idk how to describe it

the moth by manchester orchestra - here’s the great witch shelby content. just her story . all the ‘forced myself to take a different name’ ‘throw the man u used to be away’ stuff from the first chorus is about her rejecting the letter, second verse is the pirate joe stuff with ‘you wanna feel it hurt u wanna feel it when he dies’ probably?

be nice to me by the front bottoms - i don’t have much of a solid idea but like. this song is so gw shelby ah

she wants me (to be loved) by the happy fits - throw out all of the angst cus this would be a pmv purely about gw shelby’s feelings for princess/mh katherine and how she grows to understand how while she doesn’t love her romantically she still wants her to be loved!!! just a silly upbeat sorta vibe

the scab by an unkindness - grand architect false!!!! there’d probably alot of inspiration to druid’s hollow’s WIP hollyleaf amv to the same song, especially with having ga false physically fall during the ‘i’m going down and down-‘ the first part of the second verse has a focus on hermit false. ‘wife’ would probably be a shot to poison jack cus it’s funny, ‘good book’ probably the signs, ‘mediocre car’ the car from the festival. and then back to a focus on ga false realizing the new tower and how she wants people to know her ‘entire life is one big fucking inside joke’ the bridge is a dream flashback to when she was in the lab before chorus -> post chorus -> outro is kinda the events of the recent episode, her waking up, questioning how long she was asleep for, and running to the portal to find the hermits, and her hermit, are gone

nightmare by give heart records/natewantstobattle - i literally wrote an entire script for this i am that invested. anyways this would be a great witch shelby covering her entire story and that sorta thing. second chorus and ‘all the ghosts from before’ from right before it would be about the dead shrooms and dead gnome portal (i think this is my only pmv concept with reference to that? huh). and then of course it ends with the spiraling breakdown of killing two people

this was. incredibly long. but if u read this far i hope u enjoyed my speal. also if u wear glasses go clean em

[vinnymauro]

5 + 11 for the writer asks!

thank you lex!!

5. Do you plan or jump right in, and if you plan, how much do you like to do before you start a story?

i plan for the most part. once i'm inspired with an idea i tend to make an outlining doc and just go to town. i'll start with a summary of what's going on in my brain, write down the things that are giving me the current inspo (songs/lyrics, movies, tv shows, etc) and then add in a little bit of timeline. or if i don't add timeline in then, i'll add it in later to keep dates and ages in check. timelines are soooo important to me. and then once i settle on the base layer i build from there. i'll outline chapters if it's a chapter fic, scenes if it's a one shot. i'll have dialogue, a bit of what i want certain scenes to look like/sound like. of course, i follow maybe like 50% of what i outline bc i will be taken over by the muse while writing. but i'd say that my outlines are a really good starting point to know where the overall plot is and so i don't lose the plot. i have 1 fic i'm never going to update/post that i just started writing, no outline, and last i checked it was 86k of nonsense. oh i didn't write an outline for my steddie one shot but to be fair it's based on an au i started writing before vol 2 and haven't touched since. even that au was outlined because i had too many characters and i needed to keep track. so the baseline was there and i just tweaked it given new inspiration such as daisy jones and the six, a star is born, popstar: never stop never stopping. (yes, that was my inspo for that one shot.) so sometimes it's not so specific but i have my ideas written somewhere so i can visit them later when i'm more inspired for a certain plot/idea.

11. What was the last color you used in your current WIP/most recent project?

reading this made me realize i do not use color enough. i found like 2 instances where i said a color. i didn't even describe someone's eye color bc i was too lazy to google it.

For some reason, this touched him but not in the way she was possibly hoping. It touched something white-hot, angry. “Oh, so you know me? You’re an expert on me after meeting me for, what, five seconds at a party over a year ago?”

asks for writers, i'll be writing all day so bother me

[psych---ologically-deranged]

psych 2x15 Black & Tan, a crime of Fashion. I thought this was way later in the series, it was one of the earlier episodes I'd seen. SF, CH, KK, JRr, DH

I might be able to tell their voices apart this time

nope nvm it has been nearly two months.

kelly is using her husband's name now! <3 Good for her

*asked permission to not have the flashback* *denied* *extended part where shawn gives himself a mustache*

Something sexy & edgy & sleek

Gus not working on his birthday & the complications that ensue when a case pops up

DH: I enjoyed shooting this scene because it was right around the corner from my apartment (I love the "I'm Black, he's Tan" it's so good.)

JRr: Dule Hill's finest hour

"Cheeta" SF's bro knew the names of ALL the laker girls & that was the inspo for Gus knowing the Gooey Girl's name.

SF: How do you know if someone is bulimic? Me: ... Mom don't read this post. *listing off symptoms in my head* SF: The two fingers are chafed but it looks like she dipped them in acid or red paint.

My man was named after a german tennis player. & then he died.

"The names caused a stir in this episode with the network." "American duos had, like, five, but this has eighteen." "I sent them a document with 30 REAL supermodel names, all of which were multisyllabic & weird, & they were like 'yeaaaaaah....',"

Foot model XD ok Gus. & ankle & hand

It's Gus's birthday hence he's not working tonight. *counting down until midnight.*

Why does Shawn think his dad is asleep at 8pm? Wait nvm he fishes early in the morning.

*Chief opens the door* SS: I didn't see anything SF: & then for one moment it gets just a little weirder

Purple shirt

HS: Come on hawn you have an opinion on everything (Funny how it comes off as "I hate you" even while he's asking him for help)

*leave the gate open* *Gus calling himself cinderella*

Pancakes in a diner at 11 at niht? BG: Woah! Six five! Commenters burst out laughing bc Shawn isn't even doing anything

"Every promotional clip of this show should have this" *Gus & Shawn doing the arrow dance thing

The sneeze was so cute

JRr wrote "I'd rather shower with a bear"

"Look at my jaw!" KV: I've seen enough, you're hired.

YES PLEASE BRING THAT CHARACTER BACK! The show's over, nothing I can do now

Heck yeah amanda detner

a thousand dollars over budget & all in wardrobe

... "I got the window" Kelly left it in for once

Sigrand O'o, who he went to college with. Sorry, Gus would kill me if I said that. Let me fix it: with whom he went to college.

Gus is legit hella strong. I love him. *immediately tends to him* (gay) That pillow fight is JRr sticking to his guns; everybody tried to take it out but JRr du his heels in & got ONE shot.

So much debate on what the song for the slow-mo should have been. *winds down* Dad?

"Why was Henry out in an alley knowing where Shawn would be?" There was an earlier version where Henry heard they were going to a bar, but "I was a detective" was fine.

I MISSED THAT; GUS THROWING THE MODEL OUT OF THE WAY, AGAIN HE'S SO SO STRONG

SS: I'm proud of the fact that I've never been in therapy That's true, he didn't even call the crisis line, he made Gus do it. Related fact: his mom was a psychologist. He probably should be in therapy though.

JRr directed this scene! Good for him.

SF: It's taken Gus about 3 minutes to turn into an incipient horror

Heck yeah aotearoa, this kiwi stuff is so funny but so subtle.

Still shocked that they kept "don't be surprised if your pillow smells faintly of my butt" made it through the censor

Soo funny how the models wake up looking ready for the runway & Shawn is there looking like a normal guy (still a pretty actor tho ofc)

She's a vampire? Where did that come from?

*walking by saying horrible things to the head*

The fashion funeral was a great set piece. "You can't dance at a funeral, Shawn"

"Props to my dear friend amanda for letting herself look like this" *weird model fashion*

She died with her eyes WIDE open but it was cut

Gus with NO PANTS ON but still his SHOES

"That's a painting of Bruce Jenner as a fish''

Star filter & the three of them like *eyes emoji*

Ghandi as a fish

Dead, not dead, & this is how the show got around it.

The point of it, besides Gus's birthday, was to see if they could write a show where there was nobody to cuff in the end.

[starlostastronaut]

DAY 09 | EYES ON ME

PAIRING: lee felix x reader

GENRE: fluff, meet-cute (theoretically)

WC: 1.23k

CW: fem reader (wears a dress, she/her pronouns)

PROMPT: "do you want to dance?"

i love ballroom dancing so naturally i wrote a one shot about that lol. and imagine dancing with felix. this is very self indulgent which showed off in the wc, bc i keep most of mctc around 0.8k lol. here is the dress reader is wearing and these were inspo for felix: pic one, pic two ;) im sorry for the delay, but personal reasons, anyway it's 23:55 here so i didnt fail yet lmao. hope you enjoy <3

title from shut up and dance - walk the moon

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"Come on, mate, it's not that hard,” Chris said in English, to maximize the chance of not being overheard by the guests standing nearby. He placed his hand on Felix’s shoulders, turning him around. “Look, you just go up to her and ask. And if she refuses you - which she won't, by the way - you just come back here. There's plenty of people so you won't have to see her for the rest of the night. It's really that simple,” he instructed him, leaning forward so he talked directly in Felix's ear.

"Well, that's easy for you to say, Chrizztopher,” Felix grumbled, but still listened carefully to his words. He skimmed the room with his eyes, searching for a short black dress adorned with a beaded corset and embroidered blue flowers. Upon laying his gaze on you, a smile spread on his face, and his eyes softened. Chris was right; he had nothing to lose. You weren’t a part of the Stray Kids staff, so the chances of seeing you after today were low. “Okay, I'm going up to her,” he decided, saying it out loud to give himself confidence. He felt his friend squeeze his shoulders reassuringly.

“You got this, Lix. Go,” he nudged him in your direction and watched with a proud expression as his baby walked across the hall.

Meanwhile, you were standing at one of the tables with some of your coworkers. You had been JYPE's trusted and loyal employee, which is why you were invited to this gala event Park Jinyoung hosted at the end of the year. It was an honour to receive an invitation to the gala because the quests were carefully chosen each year. Sometimes it even happened that only certain members of a group got to attend. And despite working for the company for many years, this was the first time you were given the invitation.

You were spending most of the night with your friends and champagne glasses, occasionally dancing if someone asked you. Currently, you were playing a game of spot the idol, a tradition your friends, who were invited in previous years, invented. Every year, they would try to predict which artists would be the lucky ones, and this time they included you as well, since you were going to the ball with them.

“I think Sana is over there," you said, trying to discreetly point in the suspected idol's direction. “Red dress by-”

“Felix is coming,” one of your friends whispered urgently, interrupting you mid-sentence. You turned around, just in time for Felix to arrive at your table. He was dressed in tight-fitting black dress pants with a mesh dark blouse, covering it with a slightly bigger jacket that was black as well, to match the rest of his outfit. His blonde hair, which has gotten long enough to almost reach his shoulders, was curled into soft waves, framing his face and enhancing his fairy-like features even more.

Felix extended his hand toward you. “Do you want to dance?” he asked. He had a confident expression and a flirty smile on his face, but his eyes showed off his nervousness and obvious interest in you. Glancing over his shoulder, you caught a glimpse of Bang Chan and Han Jisung, both silently pleading with you to accept Felix's offer. You were going to anyway, but seeing his friends being so supportive. It warmed your heart.

With a smile, you placed your hand into Felix's awaiting one. “Lead the way.”

He beamed upon hearing your words, and like a true gentleman, he led you away from the table and then offered you his arm to take you to the dancefloor. The previous song was just finishing as you assumed the correct positions. A much faster song began playing - the DJ's surprise, as was announced just a second later. Two very different reactions then took place. Your excitement over recognizing it was cha cha was met with Felix's horrified expression as he watched other pairs begin to dance around you.

Felix licked his lips nervously. “I actually don't know how to dance this,” he confessed with his head down. “I thought they were going to play something like a waltz because they did for most of the night.”

“Don't worry, I can teach you. Just follow my lead, and we'll take it easy, okay?” you said while brushing your hand over his shoulder to calm him down.

“Shouldn't the guy do the leading, though?" Felix chuckled, already feeling a bit better. It made you feel happy to see Felix happy. The fans were right; the Felix effect truly works, you thought, suppressing a laugh. You knew Felix for all of five minutes, if you didn't count the occasional greeting when you met in the company building or at idol events, but you felt a strange fondness for him anyway.

You counted it and began leading Felix through the steps. As it turned out, he was a fast learner, which wasn't really a surprise. About halfway through the song, he was able to lead the dance on his own, and with a few instructions and your direction, you were able to perform some more advanced figures. When the song ended, you thanked him and congratulated him on his success with the dance. You thought now was the time for him to lead you back to your friends, but he surprised you.

“Stay for one more?” he asked, just as the first notes of a waltz song began to play. Unable to resist him, you agreed.

Felix's palm on your lower back strengthened its hold on you, pressing your body closer to his just as the dance required. He assumed the position, and with a confident attitude, he began leading you backwards. He gave you the luxury of only two steps to get used to the dance before he was leading you into a right turn, his firm but gentle hold on you not faltering even as you turned multiple times in a row. Turns were apparently his favourite, given the fact that they made up the better half of your dance, but attentive as ever, Felix made sure you didn't feel dizzy and slowed down from time to time to give you room to breathe. When the dance finally finished, Felix didn't let go of you; instead, he allowed you to slump against him and lay your head on his shoulder. Waltz wasn't even a fast, energetic dance, but, oh boy, were the constant turns exhausting. He began to gently sway you from side to side, following the example of other couples around you that slowdanced to the next song that began playing.

“Thank you for dancing with me,” Felix whispered into your ear at some point.

“The pleasure's all mine,” you replied, raising your head to flash him a happy smile. “You're a good dancer. I know you're great at hip hop, but I didn't expect you to be this good at ballroom too,” you said truthfully.

“What can I say, I'm a man of many talents.” Felix winked at you, undeniably following one of the advices Bang Chan must have given him. “Perhaps I can show you some more over a cup of... I would say coffee, but I don't drink that. A cup of anything else,” he added, grinning at you when you accepted.

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[assiraphales]

a few more details !

-(this hails from the tags so thank u for the inspo) chopper is an indigenous mountain spirit / healer who can shift forms. robin is still an archeologist / historian and constantly carries an enormous leather bound journal

-luffy n zoro ride the same horse whenever they're traveling. they do like being close to each other, but its mostly because luffy can't sit still and left unattended will fall off every fifteen minutes

-shanks lost his arm to a giant wolf that roams the desert & spends his time drinking in mountain caves with his jovial band of absentee fathers overlooking the valley. mihawk is the fastest shooter in the west and a true lone ranger

-luffy BITES (i love that hc where he does it to show affection). he sharpened his incisors and overlaid them with gold so his smile literally gleams in the sun. he does still wear a strawhat but its in more of a traditional western style

-there are necromancers who control deceased railway workers & miners to continue their bidding in death until luffy n co liberate them

-sanji has the best ghost stories that he tells while cooking over the fire at night, to usopp n nami's dismay (who do their best to act brave but are scared of the things that go bump in the night and the expansive flat lands that surround them). there are a LOT of impromptu slumber parties where they all fall asleep clutching each other

-they get kicked out of every saloon they step foot in but not before luffy spits an entire shot of whiskey out on the counter bc he 'thought it would be better this time' and nami has at least ten new bills in her pocket

-the stars are always so beautiful & u can see for miles but one night luffy excitedly grabs zoro by the arm and goes "look a shooting star!! make a wish, zoro!" but zoro just smiles soft and continues to look at luffy bc he already has everything he could ever want

fuck it. fantasy old western au where zoro is a bounty hunter chasing down outlaws & pisses off the wrong sheriff at a saloon (axe hand morgan). he’s sent to the stocks, hours from dying from heat exhaustion under the hot desert sun, when young upstart monkey d luffy (in search of a stockpile of hidden gold that infamous outlaw gol d roger hid in the mountains) enters the scene guns literally a blazing

[harrysfolklore]

can we get a one shot with opening act y/n, with Harry’s reaction to her outro to nonsense and ends a little steamy ;) inspo to this tiktok

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRHAXb32/

i hope you missed her bc she’s back ! check opening act!yn masterlist &lt;3

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Life couldn’t get better for you at the moment.

After opening Harry’s shows for his european leg on tour, you gained a lot of fans who couldn’t wait for your next album to be released, and when you did, the support you got was just unbelievable. Emails I can’t send, your debut album, went straight to number one in the US and the UK and the lead single, Fast times, climbed all the way to the top 10 of the billboard hot 100. It was safe to say that when you announced your tour dates, they were sold out almost immediately.

Your love life was also thriving, after the tour, Harry and you just couldn’t stay away from each other, and even tho almost everyone said that what you had was just a vivid tour fling you both knew that wasn’t the case. What you and Harry had was something real and something that neither of you felt before, and it showed in the way he held your hand as you drove to Columbia’s headquarters to deliver the finished material for your album, it showed in the way you stood up for him about the nasty rumors regarding his latest movie, and it showed it the way you just couldn’t stop writing songs about him, your album was the proof.

So yeah, life couldn’t get better at the moment, and as you stood on stage about to perform your second sold out night at Webster Hall, New York, you felt the happier you’ve ever been.

During the tour your song “Nonsense” became an absolute fan favorite, thanks to the different outros you did every night for it, you did it for the first time on the second night of the tour and the fans absolutely loved it, they went viral on tiktok and everyone was excited to hear what you come up with every night. One in particular made everyone go absolutely crazy, because it included a little mention of your boyfriend.

“This crowd is giving all the endorphins

I wish Harry could rearrange my organs

Philly is the city I was born in"

It was safe to say that clips of you singing that went viral on every social media platform, and of course, Harry saw it and the smirk on his face was evident, you were currently away from each other doing your own stuff and he could only send you a text saying "You're an absolute tease. I will definitely do as you sing next week. I miss you x "

He definitely did as you sang, and you enjoyed every minute of it. Now, he was at the crowd of your New York show, it was the first time he was watching you perform on your tour, his schedule was too ethic with his tour residencies and his movie projects and that made him miss your opening night and the first shows.

So now, as he stood in the crowd as you introduced the most awaited song of the night, Nonsense, he couldn’t wait to see what lyrics you would add with him there.

You looked for him in the crowd, never breaking eye contact as you sang, and fans definitely noticed that, all cameras traveled from you to him wanting to catch every reaction, you knew those clips were definitely going viral as soon as they were posted.

“New York City you sold out the fastest

My baby is the crowd he’s mesmerized

Everyone in this room is a bad bitch”

Yells and cheers were heard all around the venue as the outro for the night rolled off your tongue, and it was more than certain that the blush on Harry’s cheeks matched the huge smile on his face.

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harryupdates Harry at YN’s show in NYC tonight !

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harryfan1 OMGGG

ynfan1 aweee supportive boyfriend

harryfan2 i love their relationship sm

ynfan2 girlie is going to sing the steamiest nonsense outro

HARRY’S INSTAGRAM STORIES

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yourinstagram my baby is in the crowd, he’s mesmerized

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ynfan1 GIRLLLL

harryfan1 She was so iconic for this

billieeilish 🔥🔥

ynfan2 living for these outros

harrystyles Mesmerized by your talent x

↳ harryfan2 YEAH SURE THING

↳ ynfan3 be serious

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