#but also gotta maybe push myself out of my comfort zone more

[lilowoof]

ngl gamers, I think I'm gonna inevitably lose to the hormones and depression in the near future XD

Can't bring myself to be active cause I'm using a lot of energy to not vent post all the time. But fuck it, into the tags I go!

[st4rgzer]

STRAWBERRY WINE matt sturniolo

summary: I tried to make it about the song “strawberry wine” by Noah Kahan but it ended up just being fluff about strawberry wine

genre: fluff

cw!: alcohol

a/n: I surprisingly didn’t end up writing something super depressing! wow. Also can y’all tell I really like Noah Kahan, also this is very short cause it isn’t angst.

“so what are you drinking?” Matt said, putting his hand on my shoulder, l flinched as his cold fingers grazed the space under my ear.

“strawberry wine” I said throwing my head back to look at him, smiling as I shook the glass that contained a red, almost neon, liquid. He furrowed his brows in a repulsed gesture.

“strawberry wine? I didn’t know you liked wine?” He pulled out a chair and sat next to me, his arm resting around my shoulders as he grabbed the wine glass, glancing at me for permission, before sipping it, a surprised look dawning on him. I laughed at him before pouring another cup of the same wine.

“see? you gotta try new things, you like it no?” I said knowingly, grinning at him and handing him the glass. I laid my head on his chest as his arm remained hung over my shoulders, and sighed comfortably as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

Matt was always scared to try new things, get out of his comfort zone, but he always ended up doing so, he discovered the feeling of accomplishment after finally coming around to try something he’d never done before. He’d come to me for help if he was struggling with said thing, before getting his first tattoo, he spent about a two months with a fake tattoo to see if he liked the placement, asking me if it looked good, repeating it every day, and every day he’d get the same response.

“But are you sure it looks good? maybe anoth-“ I interrupted him, “Matt it looks perfect, don’t worry anymore and lay down with me” I sighed as he rolled his eyes. I opened my arms to him as a smile plastered onto his face, groaning in defeat and laying down his head on my chest as I ran my fingers soothingly through his scalp. He muttered something I couldn’t quite hear.

“What did you say?” I said as he looked up briefly “I said thank you, and I love you” He spoke before nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, I giggled as his rough stubble tickled my skin. I sighed and looked to the ceiling, placing kisses on the top of his head once in a while, content with the silence, not needing much more. A bottle of strawberry wine adorned my night stand, I glanced at it and smiled, remembering Matt’s discovery of it.

His arms hung lazily around my body as I had a bottle of strawberry wine hugged between my arms, our bodies splayed on a cotton blanket. I put aside the drink after taking a sip, leaving it on the dirt of the deserted road beside us, turning my body around and letting my head fall onto his chest, melting into his embrace, his chin pressed on the top of my head. I listened to his heartbeat, the same heartbeat that I fell in love with from the start, the one that created the recurrent melody I hear in my dreams. My eyelids grew heavy and the beats echoed in my mind as I started to drift off. Matt kissed my shoulder gently, and repeated the almost daily mantra.

“Goodnight, my love”

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the way he made life a little more bearable, a little more beautiful, but it was definitely love.

a/n: please im pushing myself to write fluff so help is appreciated 🙏 (i’m very sensible so be careful)

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[rainwingmarvel7]

WELP NOW ITS GOTTA BE — “Are You Challenging Me?” + “Mother Nature” for Kaleb and Alicent 💚😈

Don’t mind if I do mwahahaha

The Mother Nature bit was hard for such short drabble so I went with symbolism more than actual nature

Also there is some very, very mild implied smut here lol I’m really going out of my comfort zone with Kaleb

Are You Challenging Me? + Mother Nature

Alicent put her hand on Kaleb’s chest, pushing him back onto the grass with more force that he thought she had been capable of. She grabbed his chin and leaned forward, bringing their lips tantalizingly close as she straddled him.

“I have heard enough of you and Rhaenyra.” Alicent said. “I would have you for myself now.”

“Do you think you could handle it?” Kaleb teased.

“Is that a challenge?” Alicent asked, nipping at his bottom lip.

“Maybe it is,” Kaleb laughed breathlessly as he stared up at her. “What are you going to do about it, Your Grace?”

“Only this,” Alicent said, pressing her lips to his in a fiercely passionate kiss.

Kaleb grinned against her mouth. “I am all yours, my Queen.”

Kaleb began to trail more tender kisses down her neck and along her collarbone and breasts, as she unlaced the top of her dress and got to work on taking off his tunic.

“You have given me life when I thought I could no longer live, Alicent,” he said, leaning into her and breathing in her flowery scent.

[altho-arto]

A little late, but here's some of my works from 2023 ! (only cheated a little for months where i did stuff but forgot to publish it, consider it a sneak peak haha) Happy to see my style continue to evolve in a direction im generally happy with, while also occasionally going out of my comfort zone to try out a bit of painting and push my colors a little bit !

Can't wait to be even more obnoxious about my interests (related : bonus AA/DGS only summary under the cut) and post some weirder fanarts over the next year, despite wanting the concept of cringe dead and buried i have trouble applying that to myself so we'll see <3 happy 2024!

i made some fun AAvsPL crossover stuff this year, and while the DGS brainrot that consumed my whole brain this year was slowly going away i have new friends who are discovering dgs1 rn and bringing me back the spark for it... my multishipper heart is happy i could participate in more events this year, but id love to publish more ryulock than before cause the ratio of sketches i make VS stuff i finish and post for them is insane!!! also need to do my ot3 propaganda maybe so i can get even more niche than i was before !! (clown emoji)

anyways. also got more yuri in the plans but i dont want to make promises i cant keep. but ginamari i am not forgetting you <3

bonus for the people who read all that : see the Herlock in the June slot ? he was not drawn like an emoji on purpose. that lineart was actually made in 2021 when i was playing through dgs1, and finding how to do his face was my personal nightmare (tbh except ryuu none of the dgs characters came "easy" to me). it took time but as you can see now i found a way ! so dont give up if you dont know how to draw your blorbo in your style, it can rly be a struggle but eventually you'll get there!! just gotta be patient with yourself !! (also looking how other artists draw him can help. thank you random ryulock doujin which had rly cool herlock eyes)

[twilightmalachite]

2×2 - Children on the Streets 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Shinobu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Actually, why do you continue being an idol if you’re so dissatisfied, Yuuta-kun?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Downtown

Two days later, on the third day of shooting 2×2 episode 5, noon…

Shinobu: … …

Uu, uuu, uuuu…

Yuuta: Shinobu-kun looks like a wandering zombie during an apocalypse…

Shinobu: It’s so hard~, usually… My standard of living has dropped to the lowest level possible.

Yuuta: W-well things are going surprisingly well, right? Better than we expected!

It’s like riding a bike! Thankfully we lived in extreme poverty for the fourth episode, so we knew to find dollar stores and thrift shops to buy our essentials—

We then save money for that using our idol skills we honed at Yumenosaki and ES, a.k.a., performing on the street and asking money from those who pass by!

Since ES is nearby, there are often performers around town, which helps a ton. Passerbys are used to them, and typically give a bill or two.

Shinobu: Because ES promotes music, or rather, idol activities.

If this were the Special Music Zone, for example, that centers around “that”, we could have made money more efficiently, but…

Yuuta: We really don’t have either the money or energy to travel that far out… We’ve been doing a lot of street performances with the sun high in the sky, so I’m seriously starting to hit my limit.

Shinobu: And I wonder if it’s even harder on me… Uu~, maybe it’s a genetic thing, but no matter how hard I train, I can’t build up physical strength.

Yuuta: We both have our genetic disadvantages, don’t we?

Shinobu: And to make things worse, our beds are atrocious, so we can’t recover our lost energy at all…

Yuuta: We were able to eventually save up enough money for a decent cardboard house, but…

There was a horrible draft in the end, and the blanket from the thrift store wasn’t enough to keep me warm.

Shinobu: Though if the temperature gets too low, we’ve been going to a cheap public bath to wash up and sleep in the break room.

Yuuta: We get two birds with one stone with that. We used to use those places when we were kids, I’m so glad those cheap bathhouses haven’t gone out of business~!

This is a show about idols, after all, we have to keep reasonably clean.

Shinobu: So every day, we make sure to wash our clothes at a laundromat and our body at a public bathhouse or internet cafe shower room.

It’s more than a matter of looking good, we also gotta keep clean so we don’t get sick, usually.

Yuuta: Living in the streets seriously is so tough. It’s just staying alive, but it’s so tough.

I seriously don’t know how we did it back then.

Shinobu: Yeah… I can say this from my heart now that I’ve experienced the hardship myself, it truly is amazing. It’s commendable.

At that time, you and Hinata-kun were just small children who still needed the protection of their parent.

Yuuta: And we ran away from that parent~. Didn’t we just reap what we sowed in a way?

Shinobu: Seriously though, I don’t know how you did it.

Yuuta: Aniki was strangely talented with these things, and I recall being able to live in this area rather comfortably.

But, back then too, Aniki was also just a small child, the same age as me—

He must’ve been having a really hard time, I just didn’t realize it… I’m sure.

Shinobu: Fufu, Hinata-kun’s done a lot for you, hasn’t he, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: Uu~… I didn’t ask for him to, though! He did it all on his own, meaning it was all just for his ego.

Aniki must have just been happy because was able to do what he wanted to do.

Whenever I wanted to do something, he wouldn’t let me. That is what was tough, you know!

So this time around, I’m rather satisfied. I’m able to do what I want, without anyone getting in my way or denying me.

Shinobu: But the burden of that’s being pushed onto me.

Yuuta: What? You have complaints? You know, if you don’t like it you can just quit, 2×2 is our show after all—Meaning you have nothing to do with it, Shinobu-kun.

Shinobu: That’s not an option… To abandon a job once undertaken goes against the code of a ninja.

Yuuta: Sounds inconvenient and a lot of work to me, but do what you want to do I guess, ninja.

Shinobu: Actually, why do you continue being an idol if you’re so dissatisfied, Yuuta-kun?

If you hate it so much, why don’t you just quit?

Yuuta: … …

Shinobu: Ah… S-Sorry. I said a bit too much. Living marginally like this has put me on edge.

Yuuta: No, nevermind that. Look, over there.

Shinobu: Huh…?

Hmm? Over there, could that be—

Yuuta: —Aniki!

That bastard Aniki~! I thought since we were having such a hard time, surely he must have been as well!

What is this? Why on earth are those guys looking so happy!?

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[haeroniel-doliet]

Bonus content: heres the super speed summary of how I struggled through the dinluke big bang piece I started over 80 days ago! More thoughts and details on my process below to cut

- Overall wanna post this with all the flaws galore for my future self, not at all because I've just left the record function on, forgot about it and now I have this!

- Good reminder that the worst thing is blank paper and just getting something down okay, rough simple lines convey ideas its all good!

- Drawing on an airplane produces questionable results (the first more refined lines, not NEARLY enough references in use)

- Speaking of, never regretted following a reference over trying to improvise. I feel like it always looks better (that smoke is one good example!)

- Redrawing and redrawing sometimes is so worth it, other times you should just let it be and move on (those first trees before the yellow dotting were kinda okay honestly!)

- Less all sorts of different brushes is better, for consistency :')

- Theres many parts I'd forgotten that in hindsight maybe look better than the end result (like overall composition being bigger and with better feeling of space) but choices were made and I gotta choose to be happy with and proud of the completed piece, afterall its better than all the dusty never finished wips.

- Definitely didn't quite follow the big bang deadlines, I'm sorry :') in general I'd consider that greyscale to be 20% sure (proof of idea and a layout figured out!) But hilariously after what I posted for even 80% I went and redid all that work. (Maybe its not actually totally redoing if you're making the same just improved! All the ground work took its own time and I wasn't starting from scratch at all.)

- At the very end it gets abruptly cut off, despite asking the program to leave on the last frame for a bit... Then I remembered the panic I had just yesterday, because the file for these screenshots took up too much disk space and caused Krita to crash, losing all the progress of like good bit of little adjustments and corrections. I guess I never turned the recording back on, so the very final few hours are missing, but thats okay! This is not professional! (Spot the absolutely tiny differences with the final image posted :p)

-Also realizing after many a rewatch, there's been some glitch with it not recording me recolouring the characters entirely!! How sad, but you can see the difference from when they pop up around the time I'm redoing the trees and at 02.53 and when they return all redone at 03.07

- Theres a lot I don't love, theres a lot that could be better if done differently, but I really have to start being okay with being done rather than perfect!

- Really proud of myself for dedicating to doing a more involved and detailed background/scene than i've ever done before digitally. I've pushed beyond my comfort zone of just characters with a hint of a background, it will get better from here!

- Did I need to post this with all sorts of bits missing? No, definitely not, but hopefully someone will find this interesting, and my future self feels that this was helpful!

[keefwho]

September 21 - 2023 Thursday

7:52am

I know I want to follow through with some kind of ACT therapy based plan. Coming up with the plan is the hard part. It's gotta be something I can refer back to when I'm slipping up or losing my way. So far I haven't been able to figure out something that works but it's also because I usually don't have the bravery to face the truth that I am slipping up. Instead I tell myself I'm fine, I don't need to brush up on anything. I act like I've been cured just because things are going well. But obviously it's a slow downhill from there until I have a breakdown and realize I've been neglecting important practice.

In fact this sounds extremely similar to something I experienced with my art where I'd neglect to practice or try anything new until my art became static and dull. I'd slowly forget things I learned until I couldn't pull off making anything interesting to me. I'd catch myself and realize all I needed to do was get some fresh intake of visual information. In other words I'd enter a state of artistic reverb with myself, unable to breath. Maybe the exact same thing is happening with my mental health. I'm relatively okay when I'm exploring new perspectives and actively trying to understand my behavior. The problem comes when I act like I've learned it all and slowly degrade to a breaking point.

The art solution was solved with the awareness of the problem and by scheduling a mere 30 minute warmup time every morning where I specifically get out of my comfort zone. If I'm not struggling, I'm not doing it right. My mental state could benefit from a similar solution. I already have the groundwork made by trying to identify and jot down my objective thoughts and feelings every morning. This could be expanded upon to be time I take to do more focused exercises on different ACT topics. Or just some more reading. As much as I want to do it in the morning, I might save it for the afternoon since I have more time I usually don't know what to do with then. Mornings already seem kinda limited.

1:24pm

I've done some reading today so I have my intake of information. For a few days now I've been exercising a philosophy I like, I haven't had to remind myself to keep doing it. I just do it. It's to work myself until I'm tired. Because inherently I enjoy burning energy. It means I'm doing something, moving things around in this world. It means I'm expressing myself no matter what, even if it's just doing the dishes. I enjoy doing things that serve to benefit the greater good. I DONT value being able to enjoy relaxing and playing all day, only in smaller doses (at least right now). I want to create things and push things. I like momentum.

The things I read about in my act book support this grand sort of method of operation. I mean, ACT is the name of the practice for a reason. It's all about acting in accordance with my values. The hard part is overcoming the things that stop me from doing that, all my internal struggles that are holding me back.

Right now I feel like I'm in a sort of 'up' and I know it would be wise to utilize that. I used to resist the wave of up and down and limit myself for the sake of consistency. I've learned trying to keep anything constant is a bad thing, everything needs an up and down kind of cycle to exist. In the past when I'd naturally feel good and have the motivation to do a bunch of things, I'd stop myself because I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it up when the down came back. But in doing so I missed out on a lot of productivity/joy. These days I'm better about recognizing that it's best to use the energy I'm given when I have it.

As usual a huge problem I've caught again is losing touch with who I am. I forget that I am a conscious being in an ever evolving world. I think because of my relative isolation as a child along with unhindered consumption of digital media, I have an inclination to view the world as a sort of video game and people like NPCs. Inherently I get the feeling that there is nothing beyond what I can see and that a lot of people are no more than very simple, meaningless characters. I do not like this about myself, it's not a good worldview and I feel really good when I break out of it every now and then. I want to see the humanity in people better. It doesn't help though that many people are afraid to express themselves and adopt an oversimplified personality to hide behind. And more or less being locked in this room doesn't help me grasp the grandeur of this world. I think that would change if I learned how to drive, I think I'd better understand the true freedom we all have to translate ourselves across the surface of our world.

11:01pm

This morning was leftover pizza and a granola bar for breakfast. Stream was good, sketching was fruitful and I made good progress on the last commission this month. Also finished another YCH and started sketching potential new ones.

I sorted a few boxes while cleaning today and threw some stuff out. Two places I'd consider untamed lands in my cabin are the top of the closet and the compartment next to the toilet. Both of these places could use a little cleaning out. To me they are like the 2 cabinets above most fridges.

Lunch was stir fry noodles. I was surprisingly starving while cooking it and after eating I felt kinda bloated. Something is up with my tummy today and I think it could be the apple oatmeal I made yesterday since apples naturally contain the kind of sugar I think upsets my stomach. I hung out in David's server for the first time in awhile and got cozy while I did my work. Eventually the call turned annoying because 3 guys were basically all making independent noise so I left. I almost finished my Princess Bubblegum picture so it should be done tomorrow.

After a bit of rest, I played Just Dance with Daisy. Usually I try too hard to match the hand movement perfectly but today I let go and vaguely copied the moves in my own way, whatever felt natural.

I kinda goofed around while she worked on her fursuit in call. I was a little self conscious today because in general I don't like how I look, especially my face and hair. I felt sort of ugly today but I knew that was an exaggeration and that it doesn't even matter if I am. I know I shouldn't have to perform for her either. We watched some Adventure Time and youtube videos. I tried playing Starfield but wasn't feeling it. Also tried to finish that Bubblegum pic but wasn't feeling that either. I took a short video to try and scan my vacuum cleaner which seemed to work fine so I might try a room scan tomorrow.

This evening I just felt like existing and I hope I didn't come off as boring or something. I really just wanted to chill in the same space until something naturally came up instead of always searching for something to do or a way to become stimulated. Maybe sometimes I want to do nothing and try to enjoy some simply emotional security.

I've been selfish lately. In a selfish phase if you will. It's much to complicated to fully explain this dynamic I stumble into sometimes but in a way I haven't been myself. I've been operating based on my feelings and have been focused on taking things for myself as a sort of survival mechanism. When I snap out of it I remember how real affection means giving without expecting something back. I remember to enjoy what I have and to be less afraid of losing it. I start to see the importance of my own interests and it's easier to pursue them.

[domesticangel]

everything i draw always takes me so so so long to do and i can't decide if its bc i like agonize over details and trying to make things perfect too much and don't know how to let loose or if I'm just like, griping that Things Take Effort and it doesn't really take me any longer than it should...,,,if that makes sense

[kitty-av]

Ok, so I think I have finished ghost designs for my clones after they pop up in the zone after their destabilisation •^•

I also have color for them now - roughly at least. I may change hues or values at some point because I just mostly used this one pack of markers with nice saturation, and so if I ever decide to draw them digitally things will definitely change at least a bit.

But yeah, here they are, my bois but ghost addition:

I drew this man once on a sticky note and once on notebook paper, I added them both because I think both sketches have their charm. Dorian is no longer naked, so I had to incorporate his original design in more subtle ways like the belt. And his colours are generally the black and white of his original appearance.

I gave him a new hairstyle because I was already going for a glow up vibe, and I thought it'd look nice. I gave him some green in the hair because I wanted more green accents near his face just in case the detail on the suit ended up distracting away from it. Also hair streaks are cool.

Lastly, I was so proud of myself when I realised I could make the DP symbol into a tie accessory, the joy I felt when I randomly happened to sketch it like that was just... A lot.

Gotta love feeling smart for doing small details right OwO

This man. This man gave me a lot of trouble in the colour department. I already knew I wanted Dante in a comfortable/ casual outfit because he's the art guy of the squad, but after I figured out what it's generally going to look like, I realized that the whole green/yellow/blue triad looks great on paper... But it actually looks awkward in paper.

The markers I picked were giving me very few options because the green was dark, so I brought in another lighter one that didn't have a brush tip ( hence the roughness in some sketches ) and began to play around with the different combinations and with the way they'd look near the blue ( hence the swatches around the clothing )

In the end I settled for darker on the inside, lighter on the outside. After that I decided my man had way too little blue and thought it'd be cool to also give him blue in the hair to help tie the color together a bit more. It worked, but I like my sketch without the streaks more than the one I did with them, so I'm showing both.

Other than looking like a sunflower, the man's dark and green on the inside is also kinda his original colour scheme. His eyes were red as a Skelly, but I ditched that because I like my yellow/blue/green scheme and I wanted to keep it consistent.

This guy was the simplest to figure out because I already knew I wanted him to look the most superhero/ready for action one out of all of them. I gave him a uniform looking suit because I thought it'd probably be better for flying around and being tiny but also stylish.

I have multiple sketches of this lil man ( one in my own ) because of how simple and quick it is to actually pose and draw this man out of all of them.

I think this works because he's also quite expressive and mischievous so if he's easier to draw I can maybe push the outline and expressions more to show his emotions.

Also elf ears and fangs because that way he looks like a tiny fairy or sprite and that's very chaotic. You see him and you know he's a mischievous boi.

His hair is fire because why not, fire hair is cool. That's probably why they gave Dan fire hair too, it just looks nice.

Though for Dominic it's more of a general ' this guy is a free spirit ' vibe rather than a ' I am intimidating and very scary ' vibe.

He's red because I just thought it fit and it would help him stand out against the green of his brothers ( and also his own green from when he was a clone ) OwO

I think this is everything I wanted to show for now so yeah, I hope you guys like them (ㆁωㆁ) Have a good day/night!

[talesofarcadia78]

Chemistry || One Shot

Beep! Beep! Bee--

Your alarm clock beeped, but you quickly hit the off button, not wanting to hear it anymore. You slowly got up, still wanting to sleep in, but couldn't since you had school. As you got up, you noticed that you had left your bedroom in the same state as last night. A mess. 

You quickly shook your sleep and got ready for school. 

While you were packing your bag, you noticed that you had a dozen messages from y/bff. They all read about meeting up at Sam's before school, at 7:30. 

Shoot! That's in 10 minutes! Sam's is all the way across town! 

You quickly zipped up your bag and rushed out your door. But before you could even turn the door handle of your door, your mom stopped you. 

"Hey, Mom! I'm in a rush, I got to go," you quickly explained.

"Not so fast. Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. 

"Nope, got everything. Books, laptop, pencil case, phone, wallet," you listed. 

"What about your room?" she questioned. 

Oops. I forgot about that. 

"I'll just do it when I get back," you reassured her. 

"Sure?" she asked. 

"100% sure, Mom. Now, I have to go, otherwise I'll be late," you reminded her. 

"Yes, yes. Go, but remember, be back home by 6," she said sternly. 

"Will do. Love you!" you said, running out the door. 

You rushed to your bike and quickly rode off into town. 

After a while, you got to Sam's. You saw that y/bff's bike was already there, along with your friend group's. You walked in, to see a bunch of high schoolers occupying each table. You searched for your friends, when you spotted them at the back. You ran over and plopped yourself down. 

"What took you so long?" y/bff asked. 

"Sorry, got held up," you replied. 

"Anyways, did you guys know that we're going to get a chemistry assignment today?" Tia informed. 

"Cool! Is it group, individual or partners?" you asked.

"I'm pretty sure it's partners. So I dibs y/bff!" Tia answered. "Sorry y/n but I want to work with her."

"It's okay, I'll just partner up with--" you started but was cut off by Belle. 

"Me and Lauren!" 

"Okay, I'l just partner up with someone else," you chuckled. 

After about 20 minutes of chatting, you looked at your watch, 8. 

"Uhh, guys, it's 8. We should start heading to school," you said. 

All of you rode to school. Soon a sign 'Arcadia Oaks Academy', came into view. 

You chained up your bikes and headed to your lockers. 

"Who will you partner up with?" Lauren asked you. 

"I don't know. Maybe Douxie? He seems like a good person to partner up with," you replied. 

"Aww~ You two would be great partners. Plus, maybe you too could get a bit more closer by the assignment," Belle teased. 

"Uh... sure. Since we would have to do the assignment after school, we would have to exchange numbers, get each other's address--" you agreed but you got cut off by Belle, again. 

"No! Yeah like that, but you know closer. As in like a relationship, like how Tia and Lauren are," Belle explained. 

"What! I hardly know him!" you exclaimed. 

"Well, you two will get to know each other, since you two would get closer," y/bff hypothesised. 

"Plus, there will be a bit of chemistry between you two," Tia added, "Since you're like, in chemistry." 

"Uh, I uh... um... I guess? I don't know, guys. I don't like him like that," you said. 

"Sure you don't! I always see you sneaking glances at him in class," Lauren smirked. 

Your eyes instantly widened. 

"I- I wasn't! I was... uh... memorising the periodic table that was above his head!" you quickly denied. 

"Yep. Sure," everyone nodded, smirking at each other but you. 

"Let's discuss this later, we'll be late for class!" Tia reminded, pushing all four of you to class. 

After three tiring classes, the bell finally rang to indicate lunch. 

The five of you were walking to the cafeteria, when you of all people, tripped over your own feet, plummeting to the ground. You braced for the impact, but it never came, just strong arms wrapping around your waist, saving you. You looked up at your saviour, which you expected to be Belle or y/bff, but it was none other than your crush, Douxie. 

"H-Hey, Douxie," you said. 

"Hey, love. You okay?" Douxie asked, pulling you up onto your feet. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, dusting off some dust off your clothes. 

"Wait, do you have a chemistry partner? I've heard that we're going to receive an assignment that needs one," Douxie inquired. 

"No, I-" you started to reply, but was cut off by Belle, putting an arm around your shoulder. 

"Y/n, doesn't have a partner. You know, you can always partner up with y/n! Right, y/n?" Belle exclaimed. 

"Y-yeah," you agreed, blushing at the thought of you and Douxie working together. 

"Well, then y/n, Douxie, I'll leave you two to your chemistry," Belle smirked, walking off with the rest of your gang. 

"Well, y/n, may I have the honour of being your partner?" Douxie joked, bowing down and taking his hand out for you to take. 

You giggled, going along with the joke, "Yes, Douxie. You may have the honour," and put your hand in his. 

After the two of you decided on being partners, Douxie went off to find his friends while you did the same. 

Soon after, you found your friends all seated at a table on the far side of the cafeteria. As you were heading over there, you noticed that Douxie was at a table right next to your friends. 

You quickly sat yourself down next to y/bff. 

"So did-" Belle started but you cut her off. 

"Why did you guys sit right next to Douxie's friends? Who's plan was this?" you hissed.

Everyone pointed to y/bff. 

"Seriously, y/bff? Like seriously!" you fumed. 

"Just you wait. In just a few days, instead of sitting with us, you two will be at a table all by yourselves. So get used to sitting around him," y/bff teased. 

"Uhh!" you groaned, slamming your head onto the table. 

"Don't do that, you'll look stupid," someone sang. 

You looked up to see, Ella walking around the table and taking a seat in front of you. 

"Are you kidding me? You too, Ella! I thought you were the only one who wouldn't tease me about this," you whined. 

"Sorry, y/n, but I couldn't help myself," Ella admitted. 

Once again, you slammed your head onto the table. 

"Wait up! Ella, I texted you to come over to Sam's before school. Where were you?" y/bff asked. 

"Got caught up with cleaning my little brother's room, since he couldn't do it himself," Ella replied, grumbling the last part. "Anyways, rumour is, Douxie asked y/n out!" 

"What!" you cried.

Everyone turned their heads towards you. 

"Douxie did not ask me out!" you denied. 

"Are you sure?" Ella asked. 

She took out her phone and showed everyone a photo of Douxie bowing down, his hand in front of him, while it held yours. 

"Who took that photo?!" you gasped. 

"I don't know. It got texted to everyone anonymously," Ella shrugged.

"Everyone..." you gulped. 

Y/bff put a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

"It's going to be fine," y/bff reassured. 

"Fine?!" you exclaimed. "Now everyone must think that me and him are together." 

"I can find out who took the photo," Tia suggested. 

"I don't want drama," you said. 

"You sure?" Tia confirmed.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you replied, holding your head in your hands. 

Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and saw that it was a text from an anonymous person. 

Great, this better be good. 

The text read: 

Douxie and y/n are partners in chemistry! The power couple can't stand to be away from each other. 

You immediately deleted the message. You noticed that your friends were also looking at their phones. 

"You guys got the text, right?" Belle asked. 

Everyone nodded. 

"Now what?" you questioned. 

"Well, whoever this person is, they definitely want to stir up trouble," Lauren claimed. 

"We just need to find out who that person is," Tia concluded and got up. 

"Where are you going?" you inquired. 

"To find out who the person is, duh," Tia answered. 

"I'll come. You might need help," Lauren said and got up as well. 

The two walked away and out the cafeteria. 

"Come on, y/n. You need to eat," y/bff stated, pushing a bowl of fruit salad. 

"Fine," you sighed and slowly started to eat lunch. 

Before, you could even put your fork in your mouth, you heard some of Douxie's friends laughing. 

You looked towards them, to see them walking towards your table. 

Your table! 

"What the--! Why are they coming over here?" you whispered to the others. 

Before any of them could answer, the boys had already made their way to the table. 

"Hey! We're Douxie's friends," a boy with brunette hair spoke. 

"Hey..." you hesitated. 

"What do you guys want?" Ella asked. 

 You zoned out after Ella spoke. You looked towards the boys' table and saw Douxie's face was red from embarrassment. He started to wave his arms in the air, trying to get his friend's attention. 

"He looks kinda funny," you thought. 

Just then, his eyes on fell on you. Both of your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks turn warm. Douxie then gave you a wink and a smile, while you just shyly waved and smiled before quickly turning your attention back to the conversation. 

"We heard that our boy Douxie's gotten himself a 'girlfriend'," the same guy that had brunette hair spoke.

"Let me guess, some anonymous person sent you a photo of Douxie bowing with his hand out while it held y/n's hand and maybe the same person sent you a text that they're partners in chemistry and and that the power couple 'can't stand to be away from each other'?" y/bff said. 

"Exactly!" a guy with black hair exclaimed. 

"FYI, Douxie's not in a--" you began but the bell rang, cutting you off. 

"Sorry, but we gotta head to class. See ya around!" the brunette waved and walked off with the rest his friends, including Douxie. 

You sighed and got up from your seat. 

"What class do we have?" you asked. 

"Chemistry," Belle replied. 

"Perfect. Just perfect," you grumbled and started heading towards the chemistry lab. 

As you took a seat, you saw that Douxie was looking at you. Y/bff nudged you in your side, smirking. 

"Look, Douxie can't keep his eyes off of you," y/bff teased. 

"There might actually be chemistry between the two of you after all," Tia sang from beside you. 

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. 

Soon after, class began. 

The teacher explained what the assignment was about and all the little details. 

The teacher then asked everyone to find somebody to partner up with. All your friends instantly partnered up with one another. You had to move, since only 4 people could fit at one table. You glanced towards Douxie, who was motioning you to go over to him. You obeyed and walked to him, seating yourself down beside him. 

Since most of the lesson was spent being explained by the teacher, you got time to discuss the assignment with your partner. Douxie turned to you. 

"So, we should start the background research ASAP, if we want to hand the assignment in by the deadline in two weeks," Douxie said. 

"Yeah," you agreed. 

"So, do you want to work on the assignment after school today?" Douxie asked. 

"Uh... sure," you answered. 

"Nuclear! Here's my address and number," he cheered and handed you a sticky note. 

You shoved the note into your pocket and grabbed a piece of paper to write down your details as well. You quickly scribbled down you number and address and handed the details to him. 

Abruptly, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out and saw a message from Tia. 

I've got a few leads on who the person is that's sending the texts and photos. 

You looked across the classroom to find Tia furiously typing away on her phone. 

Must be investigating. 

You put your phone away and turned your attention back to Douxie. 

"Is everything alright?" he asked. 

"Yep," you nodded. 

The bell rung for next class, making you jump a little. 

"Well, I'll see you at my place at four, love," Douxie grinned, giving you his signature wink and two-finger salute, walking out of class. 

As soon as you got outside of class, your friends instantly crowded around you. 

"So, how was it?!" they all asked at the same time. 

"How was what?" you inquired. 

"Y'know! In class, with Douxie," Belle hinted. 

"Oh, that!" you exclaimed. "It was, uh... good." 

Suddenly, a random person bumped into you, making you stumble forwards a bit. Your sticky note fell out of your pocket. Once you had regained your balance, you noticed that the note was on the ground. You went to pick it up, but Lauren beat you to it. 

"GDT Arcane Books and..." Lauren read aloud. "Ooh! His number!" 

"Gimme that!" you cried, trying to snatch it from her hands. 

But alas, you were shorter than her, making you fail miserably. 

"Aww~ Look! He even wrote a short message for you at the back!" Lauren gushed. "It says: 'I'm really looking forward for you coming to my place, y/n. I'm sure we'll be able to get to know each other better. I'm glad that your my chemistry partner. See you at 4!'" 

"Alright! Give me that right now!" you exclaimed, finally snatching the note from her. 

You shoved the sticky note into your backpack and left for your next class. 

The last classes went like blur and before you knew it, school was over. You peddled your way back home. You quickly finished your homework and cleaned your room. 

You re-packed your bag and peddled back into town, heading to GDT Arcane Books. But as you made your way there, storm clouds rolled in and the heavens opened up. You were drenched by the time you were inside the bookstore. 

You quickly took in your surroundings. There was a a bunch of crystals everywhere and a lot of books on the shelves. In one of the corner's, there was a fireplace lit and an armchair near it. At the other corner was a spiral staircase which obviously lead to level above. The place was overall homey and cozy.

"Hey, love," a voice spoke. 

You turned to the source of the voice to see Douxie halfway down the staircase. 

"Hi, Douxie! Nice home, it's a bookstore," you said. 

"Well, this isn't exactly where I live. I live upstairs," Douxie chuckled, gesturing to the stairwell. 

All of a sudden, his eyes widened. He scrambled down the stairs. 

"Uh, Doux, you good?" you asked. 

"I should be the one asking you that question right now, love!" Douxie said, grabbing your backpack from you. "You're completely drenched and shivering from head to toe!" 

"I'm fine, Douxie," you assured him. 

"You are absolutely not fine, y/n. You can catch a cold, and I'm not letting that happen on my watch," Douxie shook his head. 

He led you up the stairs and onto the second level. He walked up to a book on a shelf and pulled it slightly. The shelf started to go inside the wall before it seperate into two, revealing a black door. You gasped in amazement. Douxie unlocked a door and held it open for you. 

The apartment wasn't much, but it seemed big enough for Douxie. Douxie led you down a very narrow hallway, where one side you assumed was the bathroom and the other side was just a side table where keys hung above it. Down the short hallway, was a couch up against a wall with a coffee table and a TV in front. The kitchen was in the corner, with the dining table attached. 

(No balcony) 

"Wow! A secret apartment  behind a bookstore. That's so cool!" you commented. 

"Thanks," he grinned. 

Douxie placed your bag on the floor next to the couch and headed to another room, which probably was his bedroom. He came out seconds later with a small black hoodie and grey jeans. 

"Uh, Douxie, why did you get clothes?" you asked. 

"Well, I can't have you in wet clothes and then catch a cold, can I?" he explained. 

You looked at the clothes in Douxie's hand and then looked down at yourself. 

They won't fit me. 

"Umm... Douxie... uhh... don't you think they're a bit big?" you questioned. 

He looked at his clothes then at you, smiling sheepishly at you. 

"Plus... the umm... jeans are 'kinda umm... not my uhh... gender," you stammered. 

"Well, the hoodie can keep you extra warm and the jeans are gender neutral, so like uhh... you can wear them. And plus, they haven't been worn in years," Douxie reassured you. 

"Okay..." you hesitated and took the clothes. 

"You can change in there," he said, pointing towards the bathroom. 

You nodded and walked into the bathroom. 

You quickly got changed and looked in the mirror. The hoodie was huge on you, it went all the way down to your knees and the jeans were a bit (okay maybe too) long for you so you had to roll up the ends up to your ankles. You then looked at your frizzy hair. You hastily combed your hair with your fingers and put it in a low messy bun. Then you exited out of the bathroom. 

You noticed that Douxie was heating up water in a kettle. 

You stashed your clothes in your bag before you heard a loud crash from the kitchen. 

"Oh fuzzbuckets!" Douxie yelled. 

You whipped your head towards the commotion to see water spilled across the counter and pieces of shattered ceramic across the floor. You ran over to Douxie to help him. You briefly looked at the mess before letting your gaze fall on Douxie. 

"You need help?" you asked, but you already knew his answer. 

"Yes please," he squeaked and got down on his knees to pick up the ceramic. 

But before he could pick up a piece you warned him, "You can injure yourself if you pick the pieces up one by one." 

"Then how am I going to clean this up?" he puzzled 

"Do you have a dustpan?" you inquired. 

He pointed to a corner behind you. You got it and handed it to Douxie, 

"Now you can clean it up." 

You got tissues and wiped the water away. 

Soon, the kitchen was as good as new. 

Douxie popped the kettle back on and got two mug's from a cabinet. 

"I'll make the tea, you can start researching," Douxie said, adding a tea bag in each cup. 

"Wait, why are you making tea?" you asked. 

"Well, one: tea's nuclear, two: why not?, three: it's the perfect weather, and four: you just came from the rain, so tea would be nice," Douxie replied, pouring the hot kettle water into both mug's and handing one to you. 

The two of you took a seat on his couch and started to research. 

An hour and a half later ~

"My eyes are hurting from looking at the screen," you whined, stretching your arms and slumping back on the couch. 

"Well, we've been researching for an hour or so nonstop on chemical reactions, so I guess we can stop," Douxie chuckled. "We can continue to research tomorrow." 

"Right," you nodded. 

"Hey, I got an idea," he started. 

"What?" you asked, sitting up more straight. 

"We can play truth or dare!" he finished. 

You looked at your watch. You had around half an hour until you had to go home. 

"Sure," you smiled. 

"Okay, y/n, truth or dare?" Douxie asked. 

"Easy, truth," you stated. 

"What's the worst date you've been on?" he asked. 

"I've never been on a date, so I never had a worst date," you told. 

"What?!" Douxie exclaimed. 

"Why are you so shocked?" you speculated. 

"Well, I'm shocked cause umm... like, you're very pretty... and like, no one's asked you out on a date..." Douxie stuttered. 

You cheeks grew warm and looked away, "I'm not pretty." 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turn you towards Douxie. 

"You're very pretty, y/n. Very pretty. In fact, your one of the most beautiful girls I know," Douxie expressed.

"Awww... Thank you, Douxie. No one has ever said that to me before," you breathed. 

"Well, I'm glad I'm the first, love," Douxie grinned. 

"Okay, now it's your turn!" you declared. "Truth or dare?" 

"Truth," he said. 

"What's the funniest pick up line you've every used?" you shot. 

"Okay, get prepared y/n, this is a good one. Are you terms and conditions? Cause whatever you say I’ll always agree with you," Douxie answered. 

(Sorry if you don't think that's funny, just pretend it is if you didn't)

You looked at him with a straight face. 

"Did you think that was funny?" Douxie hesitated. 

You slowly started to nod before you burst out laughing. He let out a sigh and started to laugh as well. 

The two of you kept playing the game until it was time for you to go. 

You walked down Douxie's short hallway and was about to open the door yourself but Douxie opened it up for you and bowed down. 

"Why thank you, kind sir," you joked. 

"Your welcome, m'lady," he said, going along with your joke. 

You walked out of his secret apartment and back into GDT Arcane Books. 

Douxie escorted you to the door and waved you goodbye. 

Soon, you were riding your bike back home. Luckily, the rain had stopped, so this time you didn't get wet. 

When you had gotten home, you saw that your mom was making dinner. 

"Hey, Mom! What 'ya making?" you called. 

"Hey, y/n! Just making f/f," she replied. "Also, why are you in a hoodie and grey jeans. If I remember correctly, you left the house in a shirt and pants." 

"I got wet, so a friend lended me their clothes. They didn't want me getting sick," you explained. 

"Right," she nodded. "But isn't the hoodie and bit, I don't know, big?" 

"Yeah, it's actually a men's size," you admitted. 

"So, your friend is a guy? Ooh~" she teased.

"Mom!" you cried. 

The next two weeks flied by. Soon enough, it was time to hand in your assignment. 

Over the two weeks, you and Douxie had gotten really close. Not just close in friendship, but literally as well. 

Once, you had tripped over your carpet and fell into his lap. You face was on fire at that time, you also saw that he had a slight blush across his face. 

Another time, was when you and him were discussing while walking to class when you, being the clumsy human you were, tripped over your feet and descended to the ground. Douxie thankfully, caught you by your waist, but he also fell. His face was so close to yours, your noses were touching. You would've had scrambled up, but you stuck in a sandwich with the ground and Douxie. 

Back to the present, you and Douxie were ready to hand in the assignment. Well, the assignment was ready to be handed in, but you weren't ready to let go yet . Douxie on the other hand was totally chill about the situation. 

"How are you so calm about this, Doux?" you whimpered. 

"Cause I know we've done our best," Douxie stated. "You want me to hand the assignment in instead?" 

"Yes, please," you begged, handing him a booklet. 

He walked to the front of the classroom and gave the teacher the assignment papers. He walked back and sat down next to you. 

"All done," he smiled. 

"Now, we just need to wait for our grades," you told him. 

"Don't worry, whatever we get, it'll be good," Douxie reassured. 

The next day, you were biting your finger nails nervously. 

"What if we get a bad grade?" you whispered to Douxie, eyeing the teacher as they handed everyone their assignments back. 

"As I said, whatever we get, it'll be good," Douxie repeated. 

You nodded as the teacher smiled at the two of you and handed you the paper. 

"Good job you two. You make a good pair!" they commented. 

The teacher walked off while you and Douxie were blushing like crazy. 

You looked down at the grade you had gotten to see... 

An ‘A’! 

"Yes!" the two of you cheered. 

You gave each other a high five and unexpectedly Douxie hugged you. You obviously hugged back, just before you heard the whole class saying "Aww~". You both pulled away to see everyone had their phones out, taking photos. 

"So, I guess you guys are a couple, right?" y/bff asked, walking up to you. 

"I... uhh..." you stammered, unsure what to say. 

Suddenly, the bell rang for next class, saving you from answering her question. 

You walked out of class, only to be pulled aside, your back against a wall. You looked up to see that Douxie had put his hands both placed next to your face. 

"Douxie, what are you doing?" you asked. 

"Y/n, do you like me?" Douxie asked. 

"Umm...  uh... I..." you hesitated. 

"Cause I sure like you," Douxie smiled, leaning in. 

His eyes started to flutter close as did yours. Then your lips met. You smiled as Douxie interlocked your warm fingers with his cold ones. Soon, you both pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching. 

"Actually, I love you, y/n l/n," Douxie confessed. 

"I love you too, Hisirdoux Casperan," you said. 

You kept staring into each other's eyes for who knows how long. 

"So... uh... are we, like, a thing now?" you inquired, breaking the silence. 

"I guess we are," Douxie nodded. 

"Uhh, Douxie, I need to get to my next class. So can I go?" you asked. 

"Oh yeah," Douxie said, moving aside, letting you pass. "I'll see you at lunch!" 

"'Kay!" you called and continued to walk. 

A few weeks later~ 

You and Douxie had been exchanging glances whenever you two got the chance. In class, the cafeteria, bike racks, lockers, streets, shops, the list goes on. 

Whenever you two were ever alone, Douxie would take the opportunity to give you a kiss. If not a proper one than just a peck. 

Douxie would always sent you at least 5 cheesy pick up lines a day. They were funny and sweet. 

He had taken you out on dates every weekend. The movies, picnics, dinner, lunch, you name it. 

You had to admit, your friends were right. The chemistry assignment did make chemistry between the two of you. And you were glad. 

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[bts-teaspoonff]

Fangirl pt. 1

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 3K

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | .... masterlist

“It’s finally here!” I shouted as I bolted from my room towards the front door to greet the delivery man carrying my package. Even without looking at the mirror, I could feel my smile going up to my ears and my heartbeat furiously echoing through my chest. The delivery man handed me a medium sized box and stared at me as I reach out for the box with a huge smile plastered on my face. I signed the delivery form, closed the door and ran back inside my unit.

I ran to the living room and placed the box on the floor. I turned to my left and hurriedly rummaged for my cutter inside the drawer beside the sofa. I also took my phone on top of the said drawer and placed it on my lap. I swiftly sat down on the floor in front of my package with the cutter ready in my hand when I remembered something. I unlocked my phone and proceeded to video call my brother who’s at work. My brother’s name and his photo appeared on the screen as I wait for him to answer the call.

“Hey Y/N…” His face popped up on my screen. I silently giggled at the angle of his front camera when he answered the call. Not really flattering despite him being good looking. He must have placed the phone on a table directly below his face. “You know I’m at work right? Why did you call? Emergency?” I could hear keyboard sounds in the background. He must be busy typing on the computer as he didn’t bat an eye on his phone while talking to me.

“Yeah I know. I just wanted to share some good news” My camera is facing towards me with just my eyes peeking through screen. I was worried that maybe he’s with some people at work that might see me when he answers the video call and I’m not decent looking right now. “My package has arrived!” I low-key squealed as I pressed the ‘rotate camera’ button on the screen and directed the camera at the package. I could see my brother looking now at the phone. He placed his phone in front of him and leaned it on a stable surface for him to see me properly. He continued to type slowly on his keyboard as he steal glances on his phone screen.

“Don’t tell me…. You bought another merch?” He giggled as he looked at his phone screen and continued to type on his keyboard. He looked back at his computer screen after a second, with a smile on his face. I opened the package with my cutter on one hand and my phone on the other. Tearing through the tape, I can’t contain my excitement as i shrieked when my cutter got through the end of the tape. I released the cutter from my hand and pushed it aside.

“BTS Merch! Oh my god, I have been waiting for these for weeks. I got the latest album, more Tiny Tan figurines, and some concert goods from last tour.” I proceeded to open the box and showed my brother the contents. I felt accomplishment as I look at all the merchandise that has just arrived at home. My ARMY heart couldn’t contain the joy that I have right now. I shot my eyes back on the phone screen and saw my brother smiling as he looked at me through the phone screen.

“Hey, I’m happy you are happy but you know I work in Big Hit right? I work for them?” He stopped typing, took the phone back in his hands and brought the phone close to his face. “I could just easily buy these things for you with my employee discount.” And now his whole face is occupying my phone screen. 

“Jiyong, I know but where’s the fun in that? I want to buy these items using my own money. Well, an employee discount is nice but I don’t want to abuse your privilege as I buy too much of their merchandise.” I snorted at the fact that I really do buy too much of their merchandise. Besides, when I use his employee discount, the items are delivered directly to him as he works inside the Big Hit Building. With the amount of merchandise that I buy, I don’t want to embarrass him and label him as a big fanboy especially with him working so close to the boys.

“If you weren’t my twin sister, I would totally laugh at you. Not that I think you’re crazy but you’re…. loyal” He puts emphasis on the last word. He respects my deep profound respect for the 7 boys but he thinks that maybe I have gone too far with the purchases. He placed his phone back in front of him, leaning on a surface. “Oh before I forget, did you read my email?” I was taken aback with topic change but I’m used to it as he does this all the time. I pressed the ‘rotate camera’ button once again for him to see my face. 

“No, I haven’t opened my email yet. I went home so late last night. My last client in the gym arrived late so we finished late as well. A bummer.” I scoffed as I remembered the fatigue that enveloped my body yesterday. I work as a gym trainer/physical therapist full time and a dance teacher/choreographer as my sideline. I work at my friend’s gym located in the heart of Seoul as a gym trainer. I currently handle 7 clients, some who I have worked with for a few years already. I also teach dance classes at a small dance studio just a few blocks from where I live. Mainly, I handle BTS dance classes because duh, I am a full-blooded ARMY. I really tried to make my passion as a source of income and it warms my heart to see people having fun when I teach them those dances.

“Check it. Anyways, I gotta go. I still have a lot to do. As you know, the company is busy since BTS will be releasing another album sometime this year.” My brother currently works as a Recording Engineer in Big Hit. He used to brag to me that he’ll spend hours with BTS and TXT. I was jealous of course but I am so proud he’s working for them. Whenever I listen to songs from Big Hit artists, I try to think that he has contributed to a lot of songs despite not knowing what exact songs he has worked on. Another reason why I listen and support them.

We both said our farewells and dropped the call. As I took out all the contents of the package unto the floor, I used my phone on the other hand. I opened my mail and saw few unread emails. Some of them were from my subscriptions on Netflix and Spotify, which I barely read. On top of the list was my brother’s mail. I saw the subject “READ THIS FANGIRL!” and I laughed. Here I thought he sent me something urgent or important that needs my utmost attention. Must be another event or merchandise that they’ve yet to announce to the public.

I opened the mail and my eyes were glued to the first line of the message body.

“Big Hit is hiring backup dancers. See the forwarded email below, sis. I think they’re meaning to assign whoever they’ll hire as part of BTS dance team.” Did I just receive this email? It came from my brother so it must be true. He won’t prank me like that. If I apply, there’s no guarantee that I’ll be hired right? That’s too bad if I won’t be hired but there’s nothing to lose if I try to apply.

I left my package scattered throughout my floor and ran towards my laptop lying on my bed. I sat down on the floor beside my bed and opened my laptop. I felt like a kid but here I am, rushing to find my resume to apply for a new job that might eventually change my life.

….

It’s been a week since I applied as a backup dancer for Big Hit. I sent in my resume and a few videos of me dancing to some of their artists’ songs. I’m lucky to have known a lot of BTS’ songs and choreographies by heart and I might have tried to study some of their label mates’ songs as well. I haven’t received a reply back from them and I’m worried that I may not receive any response ever.

Apparently, BTS is known for having only male backup dancers as far as I know so it’s news to me that they’re hiring female backup dancers now. It got me thinking that this might also attract fellow fangirls like me to apply but knowing Big Hit, they wouldn’t want anything scandalous to happen just because they hired female backup dancers. I’m not saying that female dancers lack professionalism but how the boys are the top rank boy group in the country, female fans would be green with jealousy if they see female dancers dancing with them. Some Armies are really protective when it comes to the boys so it’s really shocking to hear that the company is finally considering this.

The day that I got the mail from my brother, I spent half of my day planning what dances to shoot and submit. I chose BTS’ Idol and Singularity, TXT’s Crown and a freestyle dance to Beyonce’s Yonce. I wanted to showcase my range in dancing by carefully choosing a variety of songs. I admit that the reason I may have applied to this job is partly because I’m a fangirl but nonetheless, my passion for dancing is bigger. I have been dancing since I was a kid but I was not this confident at the start. It’s hard to convince me to perform in front of a bigger audience, let alone a stadium full of fans. I slowly got over my fear little by little when I started teaching dance classes at the dance studio. The fear is still there and you may wonder why I am applying for this job when I’m scared shit in performing for a large audience. BTS taught me to love myself and I am really trying my best to go out of my comfort zone. I figured that this may be my best chance in doing so. Also, I get the benefit of working alongside them which is a big plus.

I couldn’t really focus on my job for the whole week. I find myself regularly checking my mail in the hopes of getting a response from Big Hit. 5 days and there’s still no mail. Maybe my email just went to their spam folder or maybe I typed in the wrong mail. On the 7th day while I was pulling out my clothes in the dryer, I heard a ping from my phone from across the hall. I left my phone on my bed and the laundry room is right beside my room. I noticed that the ping was my assigned tone for mails. I hurriedly took out all my warm dry clothes and unto the basket, closed the door of the dryer and turned the lights off in the laundry room.

“New Mail. Subject: Dance Team Application” I saw the notification banner and my heart just jumped out of my chest. I felt my forehead sweating profusely, fingers shaking and my throat closing up as I try to open my phone and check my mail. I silently and swiftly read the contents of the mail. After two seconds, I shrieked at the top of my lungs and threw my phone across my bed. I ran out of my room and in circles around the living room. Good thing I live alone so that I could just celebrate and make loud noises like this. I jumped up and down on the sofa while etching the image of the mail into my head. I buried my head on my pillows and shouted once more, emptying all the air out of my lungs.

I ran back into my room and read the mail again.

“Good day, Miss Y/N.

We have received your application and we are glad to say that we are impressed with your resume and skillset. We would like you to come in our office tomorrow so we can meet and talk personally with our dance team. We are glad to have you join our current dance team. Details of our meeting are expressed below.

Time: 10 am

Address: 42 Teheran-ro 108-gil, Daechi-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul, South Korea

Attire: Comfortable Casual

Please look for Mina at the front desk to escort you. Thank you.”

I still can’t believe what I’m seeing. Did I just got accepted? As a backup dancer? For Big Hit? Maybe for BTS? I’m such a lucky fangirl. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

….

It’s a good thing that my schedule is free today. I don’t have any clients in the gym scheduled for today and the dance studio is closed for today. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I woke up at 6 am as I feel my jitters bothering my sleep. I tried to go back to sleep but I trashed the bed and rolled side to side for about 30 mins so I decided to go for a run. I turned on my Spotify and played my ‘Intense Run Playlist’ which mostly consists of high bpm BTS songs. There’s a jogging path near where I live and the scenery is filled with trees. Very calming, which I really need right now.

I arrived in front of the Big Hit Building around 8:30 am. I made sure to arrive early as I don’t want to be late for the meeting. I’m so anxious right now if I’m allowed to go up as early as 9 am or should I just arrived on time. I lingered outside and paced back and forth at a nearby shade. I wondered if I could visit my brother and stay with him for the mean time.

“Is she a stalker?” I heard whispers coming from my right as I slumped back at the pole where I’m taking shade just across the building. “That’s scary.” Three schoolgirls were standing a few meters away from me. They were staring and smirking at me. I wondered why they would think of me as such then I realized that I wore my hoodie up to cover half of my face.

“I’m not…”

“Good luck stalker-nim. You won’t get a glimpse of the boys.” They giggled and ogled me with judgmental looks with their arms across the chests. “Can you get away from the boys? We don’t want stalker armies like you.”

“As I said, I’m not a stalker and I’m older than you. Why are you talking to me in an informal tone?” I pull my hoodie off my head and slowly tread towards them. They laughed and ran away at the sight of me making my way to them. Sheesh, do I really look like a stalker?

I looked at my watch and it’s still 9:10 am. I guess I could try and visit my brother. The fresh morning air blew gently in my face, as if to welcome me, and be my merry playmate, and the sun looked at me with a warm and tender smile. What a nice start to my day, I thought. I put up my hoodie again and I was comfortable once more with the warmth my mere hoodie gave me.

“I have a meeting in your building today. Do you want to meet up? I’m not due until 10 am. – your adorable look alike” I texted my brother and inserted my phone back in my pocket. I breathed in the fresh breeze and not a second later, my phone pinged. I pulled out my phone to see my brother’s name on the screen.

“Lucky, I’m on a coffee break. I’ll be down in a sec.” he replied. A grin was present on my face as I stood up from where I was leaning. I skipped from across the street towards the building. I looked above at the sky and towards the top of the Big Hit Building and when I returned my gaze back in front of me, I was met by a dark haired man in his mid-twenties. I bumped into him and was knocked down at the side of the street. I exclaimed in pain as I rub my backside.

“Hey look where you’re go…” I looked up and immediately recognized the face. The man was wearing a grey Fear of God shirt paired with black baggy pants. His face was half covered by a black mask and his hair was kept away from his face with a black headband almost occupying his whole forehead.

“You should be the one watching you’re going. Crossing the street while prancing around like that.” He scoffed and continued to make his way towards the building. He didn’t even help me up. I sneered back.

“I’m sorry. I assure you that he’s not usually like this. He’s in a bad mood.” Two hands were suddenly around my elbows, propping me up from the ground. I turned my head and saw a woman around mid-twenties as well. She was carrying an opened big black bag propped on her right shoulder with filled with piles of unruly papers stuck inside. When I finally was able to stand up properly, she took off her hands from me and bowed in apology. She swiftly followed the man and shouted, “Yoongi, wait. I can explain.”

So I was right. It was Suga. All the images of a funny and loving Min Yoongi ran through my mind. Just like a scary movie, it was replaced by a disgusted look he shot at me a while ago. Did he…. Maybe he thought I was a stalker or something? I guess if I really looked like one then I don’t blame him for shooting those looks at me. However, a decent person would help anyone up in that situation.

I beat the dust off my hoodie and slowly treaded towards the building’s entrance. Not a really good way to start my first interaction with anyone from BTS, I thought.

Next part: 2

[clotpole-art]

Retrospective: Illustrated Merlin Alphabet Challenge

Finally finished the Merlin Alphabet Challenge, so here's the artist notes no one asked for! See below the cut for comments on each piece by order of creation. Be warned folks, it's a long post.

Before we begin: credit to @merlin-gifs for the challenge, which can be found here. It's awesome, go do it.

First thing you should know is I did probably 80-90% of these while on phone calls or in Zoom meetings and that's reflected in the simplicity of most pieces -- the compositions aren't complicated, the lines aren't refined, the coloring is slapdash. If you noticed variation in quality of the pieces, that's why!

Second: I tried to focus on trying something new for each drawing. Didn't always happen, but this challenge did succeed in helping me push me out of my own comfort zone.

Without further ado...

A is for Arthur Pendragon

Textures, baby! Brushed metal of his armor, scratchy linen texture of his shirt, wispy softness of hair and skin. I'd recently gotten my tablet out of storage after a year of figuring out where the hell I was going to live and this was one of the first pieces of digital art I spent time on. Glad it was Arthur kicking us off!

B is for the Beginning of the End (1x08)

Fun fact, I did not draw this with my tablet. I drew it with my work computer's touchscreen. It was awful, would not recommend.

C is for Camelot

I wanted to get used to different brushes, so landscape of the castle it was! There are brushes that help with drawing grass; I did not use said brushes and my wrist hurt afterward. That being said, I really enjoyed working on this and it was one of the few pieces I didn't do while multitasking.

D is for Daegal

Also drawn on my work computer's touchscreen, not my tablet. I didn't learn my lesson from B and the experience was even worse. This is my least favorite piece which sucks because it's Daegal so I'm slated to redo this sometime in the near future. Gotta do our boy justice.

E is for Elyan

Oh, I adored drawing this. Elyan often gets shafted in terms of fandom appreciation so I made sure to choose Elyan for this prompt and to participate in the Elyan fest. Plus, I love a good ghost story and figuring out a way to include the druid spectre was fun. Didn't multitask on this piece because Elyan deserved my full attention.

F is for Freya

Ho boy. This piece. I have such mixed feelings on this drawing. Really really didn't like it after I'd decided it was done and very nearly scrapped the whole thing. I had a vision in my head that I just couldn't render into reality and it frustrated me SO MUCH. Looking back, I like it much better than I did when I first created it.

G is for Gwaine

What can I say, he's pretty when he's cold. I didn't stretch too much with this one -- it's my normal drawing style, I was just trying to find a brush that mimicked the softness of pencil.

H is for Hunith

Another one that didn't stray too far from my comfort zone. I was stupid sick and slammed at work, so a motherly Hunith manifested herself. I blame the bad brush choice on the cold medicine.

I is for Isolde

I woke up and chose violence! Tried to vary my figure drawing style a little in this piece but my brain resisted, resulting in... this. Not mad at it, but not happy with it either. Poor Isolde.

J is for Juggling

Ah, this lovely piece was drawn during a particularly vexing meeting at work. Fun fact, there's another version of this line art that's less about Merlin's stress and more about mine.

K is for Knights of Camelot

Continuing the theme of doodling through bad news and shit meetings. Like I said above, normally meeting doodles aren't complex because I'm concentrating on something else. This one was more involved because I didn't want to concentrate on the meeting. I have a few issues with this from a technical standpoint (perspective, my nemesis) but it's still one of my favorites. Tried some funky coloring technique, didn't hate it.

V is for Vibrant Colors

And here is where we said fuck the rules and started going out of alphabetical order! This one was really fun to do and I loved kicking off Albion Party with this as my first submission. The colors were a challenge (as I hoped they would be) and this is the first time I had to do some color tweaking midway though and after finishing the coloring process. Vibrant Arthur, my beloved. This started as a multitask doodle but took dedicated time to finish.

O is for Old Religion

The concept for this one was buzzing in my head for a bit before a quote-prompt solidified it. I adore the thought of more visible, tangible representations of Merlin as the son of the elements, of "magic itself" -- not just sun-gold eyes, but sea-water hair and sandstone-skin. A complement to the vibrant Arthur portrait.

S is for Sorcerers

When I said I wanted to challenge myself, I wasn't kidding. Ho boy, this was fun but frustrating. I wanted to completely illustrate a gif. So I did. Will I do something like this again? Maybe. A while from now.

M is for Morgause

See above -- same illustrated gif style so at least I was able to reuse some drawings. Poor Morgause ended up looking a little wretched here because I was mentally done with this when I was drawing her. Love the concept of tarot cards + Merlin but others are doing it so I won't continue this series.

Z is for Zzzz

This one was specifically done to test out some custom brushes I made in Krita to make abstract background drawing easier for me. I think they turned out well! Plus who doesn't love bb iridescent Aithusa.

L is for Leon, P is for Percival

Quick, minimal doodles of the boys! Mentally, I was going for a Brady's-style retro ensemble cast TV show credits feel. Not mad at it! Some boys look closer to their actors than others (I think my brain broke drawing Percy, my apologies to Tom Hopper).

T is for Tristan

It wasn't until after I posted this that I realized there was more than one Tristan in Merlin. Could have drawn Isolde's bf but I drew Ygraine's dumb jock undead brother instead. Had some fun with dark greys and blacks here regardless.

Q is for Queen Annis

Best royal in Albion, bar none. I tried a different coloring technique here and I kinda like it! may make it my go-to but we'll see. Old habits are hard to break. Also: our queen deserved more badass clothes.

X is for Arthur X Merlin

Oh, be still my shipper heart. Doodled and colored during a meeting. I had hoped to spend more time on it outside of multitasking but alas, work is a bitch. This one is slated for a rework sometime in the future; I adore the concept too much to let it go without creating another version of this that isn't an utter mess.

U is for Uther's Ward

And here's my attempt at forgoing line art. Not fun, do not like.

Y is for Young Warlock

Channeled some pain into this one. Those are the dead eyes of someone who had been told that he'd succeeded when his friend died. That the destiny he'd been expecting to carry on his shoulders into old age was done and dusted before he turned 30. Grief plus the existential dread of the aimless immortal. Oof. One of my favs.

N is for Nimueh, R is for Rising Sun, W is for Will

And we end on this sorry offering. I was away from home for a while without my tablet and I just got tired of waiting. So, pen doodles at the airport. This was a challenge in its own right because 1. pen only and 2. I wasn't able to pull Netflix up for a reference on the fly. Which is why Will's face is obscured and Nimueh looks.... not like Nimueh lol.

In summary: this was a goddamn joy to do. I finished 26 letter prompts in approximately 21 weeks, which exceeded my own unspoken goal of filling one letter per week. I found a good, happy corner of the Merlin fandom after a years-long hiatus away from being a fandom creator. If you did make it this far with me, thanks for reading my inane comments and giving this little project even a moment of your time -- I'm so grateful.

[evermoreparker]

Coming Down

A/n: Hey!! So I'm really proud of this fic, first because it made me step out of my comfort zone, and talk about something that sometimes happens to me. This fic does not romanticizes anxiety, and I don't want people to think that at all. People who struggle with anxiety will deal with it differently, this is how I cope with mine. Hope you like it! 💖 (Also, this includes some Black Cat × Spiderman interaction haha.)

TW: anxiety attack, guys being assholes, mentions of social anxiety.

It all started when you were invited to a frat party, and as someone who was trying to fit in you thought going there would be a good idea. Peter thought it wasn’t, at first,  knowing how much you hated going to parties, but as soon as you said you’d be fine, he wasn’t so worried anymore. As soon as you got there you saw how crowded the party was (red flag 1), but since you had Peter by your side you’d be fine, or so you thought. As time went by you realized everything was going great, something you weren’t expecting considering how you used to act in a crowded room. Until Peter told you he had to go. 

“I promise I’ll be back soon, are you gonna be alright?” he said as fast as he could, sometimes you wonder why Peter disappeared at night. 

“Yea” you smiled, finally feeling comfortable in being alone. 

“Ok then, call me if you need anything ok?” And with a quick peck on your lips Peter was gone. 

The reason why you didn’t like parties was simple, it was like you were in canned tuna, tight places felt like the walls were going to swallow you whole at anytime, and the loud music and sweaty people didn’t help at all, but you were fine now, sitting on a couch just sipping some cheap vodka with soda and trying to have fun, then a boy sat next to you, a little too close.

“Hey what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone at a party like this?” He seemed almost proud of himself, as if he invented the greatest pick up line of all times. He smiled waiting for your answer, as you were too busy trying to ignore his beer breath. 

“Not alone, I’m with my boyfriend,'' you said, trying to get rid of this random, and very drunk, stranger. 

”Oh really? Where is he then?''

”Well it’s none of your business, honestly.’’ you said while taking another sip and hoping that you had a telepathically connection with Peter and he would just come right away. 

’’Woah calm down babe, just trying to get to know you, nothing more.’’ he got closer, and you were almost throwing your cup at his face. "Unless you want to" he put his hand on your shoulder, and whispered in your ear, and that was the last straw. 

’’Get off of me dumbass’’ you pushed him off the couch, and you were surprised about your strength, but hey adrenaline makes you do stuff you usually wouldn’t do without it. 

’’Do you know who I am?’’

‘‘Do you think I care?’’ you faked a pout. 

’’You should, I can make your life miserable’’  That made you laugh so hard. 

’’Omg I didn’t know you were a writer for Riverdale! Tell me, how’s the supernatural thing working out for you? Heard there would be aliens in the show!’’ 

’’You are a bitch, do you know that?’’

’’That’s the only insult you could think of?’’ he seemed annoyed enough about you not coming running to apologize for messing with him, and finally left you alone. 

As soon as you saw him going back to your friends, and they were all looking at you, you decided to try to get some fresh air. Being greeted by the wind on your face, you finally felt like you could breathe again, but the feelings you feared were back. You left your phone on the couch, but you didn’t wanna go back inside, so all that was left to do was crying because of all the air being taken out of your lungs. 

Peter was too busy fighting the cat burglar to think about how you were, until his spidey senses kicked in, and suddenly catching black cat wasn’t his priority anymore. 

’’Gotta go, bye!’’ he webs her up to a truck and let’s just hope she doesn’t get away this time. 

"Are you seriously gonna leave me here?’’ 

"Already called the cops, you’ll be fine!’’ he says already slinging his way to the party. 

''You know, we could’ve been having a lot of fun’’ she yells at him, but you are the only thing on his mind. 

As soon as he gets there, he sees you all curled up and crying, and he just wants to know what happened. 

‘‘Hey baby I’m back’’ he touches your arm, so that you can feel his presence. 

‘‘D-don’t touch me please’’ you kept crying, but he does what you say, respecting your space. 

‘‘What happened babe?’’ he softly asks, too scared of triggering something else if he asks what he really wants to know: Did someone touch you? He was constantly scared of putting you in any danger due to his… work. 

‘’It’s just that I…’’ you take another deep breath for the thousandth time that night "I get overwhelmed with parties, a-and it usually just gets too much for me, all the noise, people screaming, sweaty bodies all around and especially if I can’t find a window" Peter hears everything you have to say, and he really wishes he could hold you, but that would only make it worse knowing from everything he read about it. 

‘‘So it’s like an anxiety attack, and I was really embarrassed by it, because it happened a lot at high school parties, but I know it’s nothing to be embarrassed of.’’ Peter immediately thinks how much of a shitty boyfriend he is for leaving you all alone. ‘‘And it’s not your fault, so don’t you ever think that ok?’’ 

"I’m always here for you, you know that right?’ he fights the urge of holding you, again. "You could’ve called, maybe if I was here sooner I could’ve helped.’’ 

‘‘I-I do, it’s just.. something happened’’ Peter heart breaks just thinking that something happened to you and he wasn’t there. ‘‘And it wouldn’t have changed if you were here or not, the only person that can help me with that’s myself.’’ He waits for you to go on, explain what happened, but you hesitate. 

‘‘Can you get me water please?’’ 

‘‘Sure babe, do you wanna come with me?’’

‘‘No, you can go, I’ll be fine’’ As if you could read his thoughts about how worried he was about leaving alone after what happened… ‘‘I promise’’ 

Peter fumbled through the kitchen trying to find water, but it seemed like there was only alcohol, he thought, for a second, about how they are gonna have the worst hangover ever tomorrow, stupid teens. Not finding water, Peter just grabbed some from the tap, better than nothing. 

‘‘Here’’ he gave you the cup, and decided not to bother you with his usual rambling about how he got that. 

‘‘Thanks’’ you take the cup from his hand,and drink while trying to think about 5 things you can see, 4 you can feel, 3 you can smell, 2 you can taste and 1 you can hear. 

‘‘Do you wanna talk about it?’’ 

‘‘Not right now, can you tell me about your day? Just wanna hear you’’

‘‘Yea yea sure’’ Peter loved telling you about his day, how you two would always celebrate each other's good news, and be there for the bad ones. ‘‘I met Cat again, you won’t believe what she was doing today…’’ 

You two spent the night apart from each other, Peter giving you all the space you needed to feel calm, and making sure not to pressure you about what happened at the party, it was up to you to tell in your own time. That was one of the things you loved the most about your relationship with Peter, how he respected you and your space, and how much you were so patient and caring with him. 

[tsukishimaenthusiast]

Heyo! Can I request an imagine of Bokuto with a shy girlfriend and how they meet? Thanks

bokuto w/ a shy girlfriend

part 2: here

you were walking through the aisles of a random convenience store, trying to find your favorite snack. when you were finally in the right section, you squatted down to search for your snack. “hey, akaashi! you gotta try these! i got them last week and they’re so good!” you turned around to see a tall, muscular man with spiked up hair standing behind you with a slightly smaller guy next to him. when did they even get behind you? the bigger guy squatted down next to you and grabbed the same snack you were looking for. “excuse me, i just want to grab one of these,” he said with a smile. honestly, when you first saw him, he was kind of intimidating, but his smile softened him up. you quickly moved your hand out of his way, trying to avoid eye contact. you watched them as they walked up to the cashier and read the back of their jackets.. “fukurodani? not too far from here… they must play on a sports team or something,” you thought to yourself.

a couple weeks have passed since you saw those two guys at the convenience store. they were both good looking, but there was something about the boy with the spiked up hair that intrigued you. you must’ve been caught in your thoughts because you soon heard your friend shout, “hey, y/n! did you hear me?” you snapped out of your trance. “what? no, sorry,” you replied. “i asked if you wanted to come to a volleyball game with me later this week. my brother has a game but i don’t want to go alone! will you come?” you had nothing better to do so you told your friend yes.

you and your friend sat in the bleachers, waiting for the two teams to come out. you zoned out for a bit but when you brought your attention to the court again, you were shocked by the volleyball team in front of you. “fukurodani!???”, you hadn’t even realized you said it aloud. “yea… they’re a really good team…. you see that guy with the two-toned hair? that’s bokuto koutaro, their ace. he’s also in the top five in the country!” you couldn’t believe your eyes or ears. there he was, the guy from the convenience store! you’d never thought you’d see him again. “that’s the guy,” you told your friend. “really!? why didn’t you said he had spiky, dyed hair, y/n!!??! we could’ve discovered who he was a lot sooner!” you shrugged. “i dont know, it didnt seem that important.” the game would be starting soon so you guys decided to put the conversation on hold.

as you were watching the game, you understood why bokuto was the ace. every hit he made was incredible! whether it was a line shot or a diagonal shot, each one was powerful and practically scored a point for fukurodani every time. not to mention that the other boy that was with bokuto that day, akaashi, was an amazing setter. during the second set, bokuto messed up one of his line shots and it went out of bounds. it didn’t do too much damage for the team, but for some reason bokuto was sulking. he made this really odd face. was he sad? angry? you couldn’t tell. honestly, it was a little comical. fukurodani’s coach called a time out and akaashi spoke to bokuto. “maybe he’s trying to cheer him up? get his head back in the game or something..”, your friend suggested.

soon enough, the game went back into play. bokuto was still on the court, but akaashi wasn’t setting the ball to him. this went on for a couple more rallies until bokuto began getting antsy. akaashi finally set the ball to him and bokuto scored another point. wow, he was still on fire even after not being able to touch the ball for a while. he truly was the ace of the team.

unfortunately, for you friend’s brother, fukurodani won. you kept telling your friend how impressed you were by bokuto’s skills on the court, though. “then why don’t you go and tell him before we leave?” you felt your face heat up. “you know i could never do that! i’m too shy…” your friend just shrugged their shoulders as you guys began to leave the bleachers. you and your friend met up with their brother and the rest of his team. they were having a quick overview of how the game went down. you noticed fukurodani coming into your field of view. “y/n!! now’s your chance! go compliment him!” before you could even argue, your friend pushed you into bokuto. he turned around and looked down at you with a smile. “hey! are you okay??” you quickly looked away to avoid eye contact. “uhh s-sorry. yea i’m fine! i-i just… i just wanted to say that you’re an amazing volleyball player,” you said with low confidence. bokuto was already smiling but you could've sworn his smile got ten times bigger. “wow!! thank you.. uhm.. thank you- what’s your name?” “y/n,” you replied. “thank you, y/n!”, he said enthusiastically. you felt a slight blush appear on your face and bokuto developed a soft look in his eyes. you guys were awkwardly smiling at each other until you heard you friend shout, “y/n, we’re leaving now!” you excused yourself and headed towards your friend but decided to look back for a quick second. bokuto was watching you exit the building and you couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy.

a few days have passed since the volleyball game. like when you first saw him, you wondered if you’d ever see bokuto again. you didn’t want to be weird and show up to his volleyball games, you didn’t even really know him that well.. you got a notification on your phone so you decided to see what it was. a friend request? from who? “bokutokoutaro_4” was the username. bokuto?? how did he even find your account? you decided to keep your questions to yourself and let him follow you. you followed him back and looked through his account. all pictures of him in his volleyball uniform and with his friends. you received a message from him about five minutes later. “hey y/n, it’s bokuto. do you think i can get your number?... just so it’s easier to text.” he was really straightforward and honest, but you kinda liked it. plus, everything was easier over text for you.. there was less confrontation. you gave him your number and received a text message a minute later. “hey it’s bokuto!” you smiled to yourself, “hi :)” you replied back. you decided to be ballsy for a minute and texted him again “i’m just curious, how did you find my account? i only told you my first name so i just think it’s kinda cool how you found me so quickly ahah.” you decided to send the text right away before you could hesitate. his response took awhile to come in. “oh god i hope you don’t find me weird.. but when you complimented me at the game, you seemed so shy and cute!! you felt butterflies in your stomach as you read the text. you guys ended up texting for the rest of the night.

a couple weeks have gone by since you and bokuto started texting. some of the conversations were sporadic. it was either because he was too busy or you were too busy. you had just gotten done taking a shower and put on your pjs when you heard your phone start to ring. you checked to see who was calling you.. it was bokuto. you started to panic. why was he calling you? you guys never spoke over the phone before. you don’t know why, but you answered the phone anyways. “hello?” “hey y/n! did i catch you at a bad time? anyways, i know it’s short notice but i just found out i don’t have practice tomorrow. want to meet up and hang out somewhere?” you froze. “sure.” wait what? you didn’t even think before your answer. “awesome! i’ll text you where to meet me later tonight,” and he hung up after that sentence. you stood there with your phone in your hand. “what did i just get myself into?”, you asked yourself, sighing.

you woke up the next morning and got ready to see bokuto. you guys were going to meet up at a cafe in the morning and walk around tokyo afterwards. you decided to keep the makeup light and wear something cute, but comfortable. on your way to the cafe, you felt your nerves build up. you prayed to the gods that you wouldn’t be too shy or awkward around him. you noticed bokuto standing outside the cafe, waving at you. you greeted each other and went inside. bokuto ordered two lattes for you guys and refused to let you pay. when you were chatting with him, you realized that you didn’t feel so nervous talking to him. there was something about him that made you feel comfortable and safe.

after the two of you finished your lattes, you roamed the streets of tokyo. you walked into random shops and tried on accessories. somehow, bokuto convinced you to take a selfie with him while you guys both wore fedoras. it was weird, but funny. you guys stayed out for a couple of hours and bokuto ended up buying some street food for you guys so you wouldn’t go home hungry. after finishing the quick meal, he insisted on taking you home. you had to take a bus in order to get your house. when bokuto sat next to you, you felt a little timid. you just spent hours with him, though, so you weren’t sure why. maybe it was the close proximity. bokuto began to speak up, “hey y/n? can i tell you something?” you nodded at him. “when you came up to me at the game, i recognized you from somewhere else…the convenience store. you picked out the same snack as me. and you were just so .. beautiful, i couldn’t help but memorize your features. so when you came up to me at the game, i knew it had to mean something cause i never thought i’d see you again...” you were completely flustered and his confession made you melt inside. he noticed you seemed a bit taken off guard. “please don’t weirded out or embarrassed, i just had to tell you!” he added quickly. “no it’s okay, bokuto. i appreciate you telling me,” you muttered. although you thought and felt the exact same things about him, you decided to just keep it to yourself.

after the bus ride, you finally arrived at your house. bokuto walked you up to your front door. “thanks for hanging out with me today, y/n! i had a lot of fun.” you smiled up at him. “no, thank you for inviting me!” bokuto paused for a moment before leaning in to hug you. he wrapped his huge arms around you and held you in his embrace. he began to slowly pull away but didn’t do so entirely. he seemed hesitant, but he spoke up, “i really want to kiss you right now… c-can i kiss you?” you felt your face heat up. he stared at you, waiting for your consent. you licked your lips lightly and nodded at him. bokuto slowly cupped your face and brought his lips to yours. you knew he was a strong guy, but he felt so gentle holding your face while kissing you. you couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. he let you go and gave you a smile before stepping away from your front door. as you were about to enter, bokuto shouted, “hey y/n! next time, i’ll take you on a proper date!” you laughed and walked inside your house. you locked the door and rested your head against it. “can’t wait,” you thought to yourself.

y’all i literally wanted to write sm more for this but i felt it was already too long so lmk if u guys want a part2 of like bokutos gf meeting the team or something bc i really wanted to write that LOL

[icollectyoursins]

Muhammad Avdol SFW/Not SFW headcanons

Misfortune26 asked for this on AO3 and who am I do deny them! 

Like always, I tried my best to keep this gender neutral. Please tell me if there’s any ways I can improve! I’d be happy to hear your thoughts!

DISCLAIMER Please don’t do any of the more dangerous stuff on your own (ie. wax play, fire play, shibari even, depending on how far you go). They can be extremely dangerous and in the case of wax play, there are specific candles you can buy for sexual pleasure. DO NOT USE A REGULAR CANDLE. And with fire play, you must be with a partner if you’re just starting out and, hell, even if you’re experienced. It’s hard to put out a large fire when you are the large fire. Also keep in mind that everyone’s skin reacts differently to different stimulus, always test it safely before you get into an actual scene with fire play. Do your research. It does not take long to go into google and find out the dangers of edge play or any kind of play for that matter. Thank you.

-Sin

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WARNGINGS: Blow jobs under a desk, wax play, cock warming, massages with a happy ending, light shibari mention, fire play, fun dates with Avdol, brief mention of wine tasting, general wholesomeness with Avdol.

Word Count: 1981

SFW

Avdol is so sweet. He loves energizing or exciting dates, so he’ll likely take you out to a new restaurant with cuisine he’s never heard of and then go to the park or something along those lines; something fun and exciting. Or to festivals! Carnivals too. 

He’d ask Joseph and Polnareff where to take you to have more fun, but they only offer romantic things or things that are out of his comfort zone, so he resorts to asking Jotaro, who tells him the aquarium is always nice. Or a walk down the street to find new vendors and such.

He settles on taking you to the aquarium and list off what he knows about fish that he’s learned from Jotaro that he thinks will impress you. You impress him even more by telling him something he doesn’t know. His favourite part is seeing you smile at him. And the stingrays. Definitely the stingrays.

If there’s a tunnel to go through, he will 100% memorize the way the light looks on your skin. The way it compliments your hair and dances in your eyes. Breathtaking. He pulls you into a soft kiss, brushing your hair out of your face and holding you close. Then, he’s glued to your hip the rest of the tour.

LOVES wine tastings. He doesn’t get too drunk, what are you talking about? Giggles every time you smile at him. You just make him happy.

When at home, you share the chores. He’ll do the ones you don’t want to do, and you can do what he doesn’t want to do (I mean, he’s okay to do whatever, but you’ve gotta make it fair, right?)

He loves when you make him breakfast or tea in the morning. Usually, he’s the one to get up early and make things, but on the days when he sleeps in more than you (which is usually on the weekends) you get up and make him some eggs and toast with grilled mushrooms (I hate them, but he looks like a heathen who loves mushrooms.) God, his heart just bursts. He’d walk into the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist as you’re putting stuff on the plate, peppering your face and neck with kisses.

Like I said, Avdol loves trying new things, and that comes through in his cooking especially which may or may not end in some disasters. He tried to cook a zucchini pasta-thing and… well, you didn’t think they were supposed to be black. Or, that one time he tried to flambe something, which, for someone whose whole thing is fire you’d think would be easy. The first attempt was less than successful, but with plenty of practice, he finally got it and then tried to teach you!

He’s so warm. Everything about him either warms you physically or just warms your heart. He flashes you a smile while you’re talking with friends and you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. 

And on the colder days, he’ll give you his jacket or pull you into a large hug and keep you there until you’re warm. Kissing the top of your head or your cheeks. Or even your nose, if you’ll let him! Kiss him the same way and you will receive the heartiest, most wholesome laugh. 

On the couch, you don’t even need to ask, he’ll just pull you into him and kiss you until you fall asleep or start getting a little handsy.

His kisses are so nice. So soft and loving. Addicting in the best way. He’ll always rest his hand on the small of your back, pushing you further into him. He loves to interrupt you while you’re talking because he knows you can’t resist kissing him back. And he loves the look on your face when you lose your train of thought. If you’re feeling brave, pull him in for another one and you might have to make a b-line for the bedroom.

NSFW

He’s usually sweet and soft with you, taking great care in making sure you both get what you want out of it. Gives you the sweetest orgasms you have ever had. His warm hands feeling all over you, caressing you, the soft kisses on your chest and face. The feel of his breath on your neck as he whispers into your ear. If there were ever a man to make you feel loved, it’s this one. 

He prefers to be dominant in the bedroom but Avdol will always take care of you. He will always make sure you’re enjoying it and check-in he thinks he’s gone too far. You know that, but sometimes. My god. This man loves to tease you in the loveliest way. His fingers feel so nice on you. Every time he touches you, you feel as though you have no choice but to give in and let him do whatever. 

He’s a very traditional man, so I don’t think he’s super into oral, but he’s open to whatever you want. If he’s feeling a little extra, he’ll make you sit under his desk with his cock in your mouth while he’s doing work or something. 

     Avdol leaned back and look down at your face, sweaty, eyes back in your skull, mouth stretched out over his girth. He runs his hand through your hair and pulls you back a little, watching your eyes focus on him again. He grins, then pushes you back down until your nose is flush with his crotch.

     “I’ve got a call with Mr. Joestar in a few minutes. Do you think you can last a little longer?” Through tears, you look up at him with those beautiful eyes, move your tongue just oh so slightly and he’s weak. How can he keep you from what you want? He sighs, letting out a deep chuckle that makes your core buzz with excitement. “You have 5 minutes, my love. Make it quick. You don’t want me to be late, do you?”

     You moan as he pulls his hips back before thrusting them in again. You could make him cum in 5 minutes, right?

He isn’t a lazy lover, I swear, but he would love to watch Magician’s Red pound you into the mattress while he, again, does work. He’s a busy man! But watching his stand rake it’s claws down your back and push you further into the bed while you beg for him (Avdol) to fuck you. It does something to him. (He can control the temperature of MR, so don’t worry about burning yourself.) 

Cockwarming. He loves it. He can feel you close to him, get some work done and then fuck you all at the same time? He makes you sit on his lap, face buried in his neck while he writes something for Mr. Joestar, or does a tarot reading for you. He’ll pull out literally any card and tell you it means you’ve done something you shouldn’t have. 

     “Have you been bad, my love?” You frantically shake your head no. “I’m not sure I believe you. Let’s see what the cards say.” You feel him reach forward, cock moving inside you. He then leans back and clicks his tongue. Shaking his head as he talks, “No, no, no. This won’t do at all.”

     You whine into his neck, kissing him fervently to try and gain his favour. “Please. I’ve been good. I promise.”

     “Shh, shh. I believe you, but…” he puts the card down, “I need more proof, don’t you think?” You lean back to look at him, confused and desperate. He laughs warmly, making a pleasant feeling coarse through you. Then, he stands up, holding on to you carefully, making sure he doesn’t slip out and puts you on the desk. “You can be good, right?”

Loves to tie you up. Gets a nice-looking brown rope and ties your arms so they’re flush against your chest and then ties your legs open. He’s into the more aesthetically pleasing aspects of shibari. Also a fan of tying your feet and hands together so you’re ass is in the air and face in the mattress. 

If he’s feeling more tame, he prefers missionary so he can see your face when he hits that spot that makes you wild. He thrusts into you with slow, practiced and methodical moves of his hips. 

God, and when you ask him to move faster. Oh, does it drive him wild. On his more sassy days, he’ll just slow down more.

Avdol is a little more hesitant to admit this, but he’s got a thing for candle wax. Tie his arms up and drip it down his chest. Ohhh. He is rock fucking hard. One of the few times he shuts up in the bedroom, normally he’s really talkative, telling you you’re doing a good job, but he just can’t think straight. 

But wait! There’s more! He loves to give massages with a happy ending, as well as receiving. Those warm, slightly rough hands rubbing all over your back with some nice smelling oil, down to your ass and then he starts kneading into it. Maybe slipping a finger or two down there. 

Look, Muhammad Avdol just loves to make his partner feel good. What can I say? He’s literally almost perfect.

Now, when I got a suggestion for fire play I was a little taken aback. But, after some research, I have learned something about myself and, of course, about Avdol. For starters, I don’t think he would be into whipping/flogging, especially when it’s on fire. It would take a lot of convincing. That being said, if it was safe enough, he would be more than happy to light your hand on fire. Or your ass.

He would make sure you two had taken every precaution to make sure you don’t get hurt and he got a special burn moisturizer, just in case anything happens.

You’re on your knees, naked, waiting for your next command from the man before you. Avdol pours something into a bowl, then adds some cotton balls. He smiles at you, confident and kind. 

“If it hurts, tell me. I’ll put it out. The only thing you should be feeling is a tingle.” You nodded your head, understanding what he said. He had gone over what to do if it went out of control since you brought the idea up to him a few weeks ago and both of you had been studying up to make sure you were both safe. 

Avdol picks up one of the cotton balls and walks over to you. He holds out his free hand, motioning for you to put yours in it. You do so. He bends down to kiss it before lowering the cotton to your hand, rubbing it around your palm, then putting it back into the bowl. He tells you one more time what to do after 3 seconds. 

“Use your other hand and clap, or dust it off. If it gets out of hand, I’ll step in. Now, are you ready?” You nod again, smiling up at him. You were more excited than you should be considering your palm was about to be lit on fire. 

He summons Magicians Red, who lets out a screech, then pets your face with a clawed hand. They both smile at you. Magicians Red lights a single finger and brings it down onto your hand. 

You gasp at the sensation. Avdol was right. It does tingle. It almost tickles. You can feel the pleasure building in your gut. 3 seconds go by too quickly and you put it out with your other hand.

“How do you feel? Good, I hope.” He examines your hand, checking to see if anything burned. You smile and pull him into a kiss. He gently cups your face before pulling back. “In that case. Turn around.”

[frenziedslashers]

hi! can i get a matchup for a slasher?

i’m danish, bi and go by she/they. im free spirited and stubborn. i don’t hold my opinion hidden and get very blunt to the point I seem insulting to some. i am hardworking and want to do my best in studies, but i tend to procrastinate as well. i am a tad hyperactive, optimistic and like to have fun and party. I’m the youngest in my friend group and shortest and you can half of the time tell, that i am. i can get childish but also take things seriously and get told I’m very mature for my age.

i think i want to work abroad and deal with finance and administration. my ideal relationship is someone that matches my energy and understands my boundaries when i have my bad days. i see myself with someone spontaneous and affectionate who likes unique date ideas like a picnic under the stars or a roadtrip. my fashion sense is 70s inspired mixed in some soft girl and cottage core. i like to workout, dancing, music, games, horror movies, art and animals.

thank you and have a nice day!

I read this and all I could think of was Stu Macher 🕺🕺

He would match the energy fairly well. But times 10.

He would be a bit more outgoing and hyperactive than you, maybe, but he would enjoy that you're similar to him.

He would appreciate your stubborn attitude, but take it as a challenge, at times. He would try and push you out of your comfort zone, or change your opinion, but hey. If he can tell you wanna be left alone or can't be changed? He'll respect that 100%

He may be a bit upset if you're too blunt, but he'll get over it. Appreciating it in the end so he knows he went to far and what he needs to correct himself on in the future.

With the studies part he may not be a lot of help, but if he does really like you. Which in this case, he does. Then he'd try and help. Maybe even pushing himself to not procrastinate, that way the both of you aren't pushing studies aside like fools.

Would absolutely LOVE that you like to party, too. He would take you to all of his parties so the two of you could have a good time! Would definitely brag about you to everyone, and fuck someone's shit up if they made fun of you for your height. He's the only one allowed to do that.

Stu would try and get your childish side out more than your mature side. Though he wouldn't hate your mature side. It just keeps him in line more than the childish side.

He would support your future career, even if he isn't sure how to feel about it.

He would match your personality, and respect your boundaries. You may have to be blunt with him and tell him to cut it out, somedays, but he'd understand.

Definitely a spontaneous and affectionate guy. Would smother you with love whether you need it or not. He loves touching you in any shape or form.

Unique date ideas would be something he would enjoy, too. Out in the middle of no where, just the two of you. Away from your worries and troubles. The quiet may get to him and he may wind up still being as obnoxious as ever, but you'll just have to get used to it or quiet him with a kiss or someone. Though if you do, be careful. He may take it as an invitation for something more.

Would definitely work out with you, even if he would just wind up watching you the whole time. Or touching you. Gotta let other guys know that you're his some way

Please dance with him! If you're at a party, or something, and you start dancing with him? Oh boy! He would love it so much! It would feel so domestic and cute. Even if the two of you are spontaneous with it, and it's just the two of you having fun! He would love you for it and have so much fun!

Would absolutely love scaring you if you watch horror movies with him. You like horror films? His life is a horror movie? Rad, you're definitely his soul mate. Especially if you like the gore.