#but guess what's baaack

[ioannemos]

[gojosattoru]

what a brilliant way to start a new year with pain in my back...💀💀

[suskz]

no i.n. fics is crazy.. he's so pookie

well ill be the first then 😼 i.n. x reader where like, everyone in skz knows they like each other except them cause they're both stupid losers pining? make the fluff so sweet that I lose all my teeth from cavities (im mentally insane)

tyty love ya babes 💋

Just friends?

pairing: Jeongin x fem!Reader

w/c: 2,5k

t/w: fluff ; Jeongin is just a cute little baby bread ; friends can kiss ; innie is a sucker for physical touch (yours).

a/n: I’M BAAACK (I guess???) Y’ALL!! *awkward silence*. We all love soft clingy innie! I’m so, so sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy!

It’s so sudden that both of you jump slightly in place. The door opens, and the voice is heard in the room —if not throughout the entire apartment— before the figure can even be seen: “Stop fucking!” It’s Changbin’s voice, loud and clear, “And do something useful, it’s your turn to go grocery shopping today.” His tone lowers, becoming normal.

You’re half-lying on the bed while Jeongin has his head resting on your chest and one leg thrown over yours, as you both scroll through your phones, occasionally showing each other funny videos you find.

Jeongin rolls his eyes at his words and groans, “Do we really have to?” He complains.

You, on the other hand, have flushed cheeks and try to discreetly hide your ears.

“Actually,” the older one begins, thinking, “Y/n doesn’t have to because she did it last week. You get up and go now; there’s nothing in the fridge.”

At his words, Jeongin’s hands tighten around your sweatshirt into fists, and his face snaps in your direction, “No, you’re coming with me, right?” He asks so quickly it seems desperate. And it’s phrased as a question, but you don’t really have a choice; he would take you with him anyway.

You smirk, “Aw, is baby afraid to go to the supermarket alone?” You pout at him playfully and take his face in your hands.

He pouts like a child, and you bite your lip to keep from smiling at his cuteness, but you fail, and your lips curve upward.

“Since you’re teasing me, I’ll go ask Hyunjin hyung to come with me.” He holds back from calling you a ‘jerk’, but just as he gets up, you pull him back down and place an arm over his body to stop him from leaving.

“Is baby upset now?” You hold back a laugh that would only annoy him more.

“Let me go.” He demands, even though he could easily leave on his own since you’re not really putting much strength into your hold.

“Chill, I’ll come with you.”

He doesn’t change his expression and doesn’t say anything in response. You place your hand on his head and ruffle his hair energetically, messing it up, and he starts squirming under your touch.

His eyes squeeze shut, his lips form a thin line, and his nose scrunches up.

“Get a room.” Changbin teases, and although his voice sounds disgusted, you can clearly sense the little smile on his lips.

You stop moving your hand, “We’re already in a room.” you state.

“Ah, right, I’ll just leave then.” he says just before closing the door and walking away quickly, his footsteps clearly audible to the both of you.

“I hate you.” Jeongin mutters as he fixes his hair.

“You love me.” You smile, turning your eyes back to your phone screen.

His eyes linger on you for a few seconds, his movements stopping. A sparkle passes through them, and a thought, ‘Yes, I do’, runs through his mind, but he quickly hides it, afraid that you might read it in his eyes —even though you’re not even looking at him.

He quickly settles back next to you on the bed, this time lying a bit farther from you, turned in the opposite direction from where you’re sitting. You give him a confused look, even though he can’t see you.

“I think I’ll take a nap, I’m tired.” he mutters with his eyes closed.

You don’t comment on the fact that he didn’t seem so tired a little while ago; instead, you move closer to him and place your face in front of his.

His eyes open, “What?” he asks, sounding more annoyed than he meant to.

You pucker your lips, “Aren’t you going to give me a kiss?” you ask.

“Always so demanding.” he rolls his eyes with a smirk, lifting his head slightly to give you a quick peck on the lips before resting his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes again.

You smile with satisfaction. You really find it sweet that the two of you share this kind of intimacy in friendship. You don’t even remember how it started; you just know that by now, it’s not strange to see the two of you share a quick kiss on various occasions, even in simple moments like this one.

After all, what’s a quick peck between friends?

You sit back up with him facing away from you.

And you watch him, maybe for a moment too long because he speaks, “I can see that you’re staring,” he states, “What are you daydreaming about?” he asks you with a mischievous grin.

You feel a sense of embarrassment, and your cheeks heat up. “I just want to touch your hair, it’s so soft.” you admit.

“Heh, I know. Do you like my new haircut?” he asks you with a curious smile, turning to look at you.

“Too much.” you reply, feeding off his happiness and pride.

Then, eventually, you gently thread your fingers through his soft hair, feeling him relax and lean into your touch.

You know perfectly well how much he loves having his hair stroked —even though he claims otherwise— and how much it helps him fall asleep.

You smile and decide to join him, lying down behind him and wrapping your arms around his body.

Jeongin feels his body grow warmer and his stomach flip, but he remains still and relaxes when one of your hands intertwines with his fingers, soon falling asleep in your arms.

—

“Oh, shit.” Jeongin mutters, watching the heavy rain outside from inside the supermarket.

“We don’t have an umbrella, do we?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

That’s why you find yourselves running through the heavy rain, trying to get home as quickly as possible.

You’re soaked from head to toe, and the sidewalk is so slippery that it was inevitable you’d fall.

Jeongin stops and quickly reaches you to help, “Aish, you’re so clumsy!” He bends down to give you a hand, first moving his hair out of his face.

“I’m slowing you down,” you lift your head and extend an arm towards him in a gesture of surrender, “You go on ahead, soldier; I’ll carry on when I have the strength,” you declare dramatically, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

His stunned expression makes you burst into the laughter you were holding back. He watches the way your face crinkles and hears your voice rise so loudly that it’s clearly audible over the sound of the rain, which has become just background noise.

And it’s as if a ray of sunshine has settled right above you, just the two of you, with your clear voice managing to brighten even the worst moments.

Your laughter causes him to laugh as well, and he collapses onto the ground in front of you, ending up on his knees.

And it’s so sudden that for a moment it frightened you, that warmth you felt in your chest upon hearing his vibrant voice and seeing his almost carefree, smiling expression.

“Come on, get up now, we can’t stay here.” He says gently, helping you to your feet.

You sigh in frustration, “I can’t, my shoes are hurting my feet.” You admit, letting a small plea show in your voice, hoping he might help you, giving him puppy eyes.

And so, for the rest of the way home, he runs and you ride on his back.

He was actually about to leave you there and continue on his own, but in the end, he took pity on you after your persistent pleading.

“You’re so exhausting!” He complains when you both cross the apartment door.

You giggle, sniffling, and thank him. “I owe you a favor.”

“You say that every time.” He gives you a look, “I’m going to take a shower, don’t bother me until I’m done.”

Seungmin appears just as Jeongin is leaving, “Woah.” He turns to you, “Did you walk in the rain?”

“We ran in the rain.” You correct him, emphasizing the word ‘ran’.

“I ran in the rain.” Jeongin states before turning the corner and heading into the bathroom.

At the thought of what happened only a little while ago, you feel your cheeks strangely warm up and a sense of embarrassment spread inside you. A peculiar embarrassment, especially for something like this.

Seungmin looks at you, and something flashes in his eyes, something you haven’t seen and wouldn’t have known how to interpret, “Do you like Jeongin?” he asks suddenly, so directly.

You should deny it, you know you should, but something inside you clicks with his words; hundreds of thoughts surrounded by a cloud of doubts.

You remain silent, perhaps for a second too long, and your answer seems to confuse you even more than you already are, “I don’t know.”

—

When Jeongin is sick, he’s always so dramatic. He always claims he’s dying from a headache, feeling faint, and lacking the strength to get out of bed.

All this for just a simple cold.

This time, you think back to all those times he’s said similar things, and you consider that he might not be entirely wrong. Maybe it’s the intense sensations he experiences that are making him seem delirious.

Why else would he wrap his arms around you, holding you from behind in such an intimate and affectionate way in front of others, if not unconsciously?

Anyone could walk into the kitchen and see you. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but Jeongin always claims he has a certain reputation to maintain and apparently, because of that, he can’t be too cuddly with you —though you don’t understand how that makes sense, you don’t complain about it. And Minho is even in the kitchen right now, but your sweet Jeongin doesn’t seem to care, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Jeongin? Shouldn’t you be in bed now?” you ask, pausing for a second from stirring the hot broth in the pot on the stove, then resuming.

“I want you to stay in bed with me.” he admits.

“You don’t need me, to rest.” you assert, secretly melting at his touch and snuggling into his embrace with heated cheeks.

“And what if I told you that I do?”

Your heart skips a beat, and if he notices you stiffen in his arms, he doesn’t say anything.

“Go on, pretend I’m not here.” Minho comments sarcastically, but he’s ignored by both of you.

Jeongin whines, “Oh, come on! Come to bed with me! What’s the harm?” He whimpers like a child.

“I’m cooking you something to make you feel better; I can’t just leave it here.” You explain to him.

“Can’t Minho hyung take care of it?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching the inviting warm broth, speaking of the older one as if he weren’t there with you.

“I’m still here.” Minho chimes in for the second time, perhaps a bit annoyed by his behavior, and you turn in his direction, giving him an apologetic smile on behalf of the younger one.

“Minho is teaching me the recipe. I want to cook it myself, and you’ll tell me what you think.” You place one of your hands on his, an affectionate gesture, though slightly hesitant, and he seems to lean more into you, relaxing even more.

“I want to rest my head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat relaxes me.” He admits, ending the sentence in a whisper, and moves one of his hands to your chest, over your heart, “Oh, it’s beating a bit fast right now, are you alright?” He asks in a clearly concerned voice, turning to look at your face, but you turn your head away so he won’t see your obvious blush.

“Yes! I-I’m fine.” you stutter, shrinking away and squirming in his hold while he tries in every way to get a look at your face.

You hate how insistent he can be at times like this.

“Alright, lovebirds, at least try not to kiss in front of me; have some mercy on my eyes.” Minho rolls his eyes but can’t hide the grin forming on his lips.

“We’ve already done it.” Jeongin reminds him, and you ponder on whether you should feel embarrassed or just treat it as the normal thing it is —at least for the two of you.

Jeongin thinks you need a reminder, so he cups your chin in his hand, gently placing his fingers on your cheeks, and presses his lips to yours. It’s such a quick, chaste, simple gesture; so usual, yet you feel quivers in your stomach, a gentle flutter that whispers things you don’t feel ready to admit to yourself, voices you’re afraid to listen to.

When he pulls away, he has a proud grin on his lips, and you feel a strong urge to hit him in the face. But with your lips. Gently. Because you want more this time; more of him, his soft pink lips, the warmth his body gives you, that silly but beautiful face.

Shit.

“Wipe that dumb smile off your face.” you say playfully, pulling away and returning to that damn broth.

“But you love this dumb face, admit it.”

‘Yes, I do’ is what you want to say, but it’s maybe because of what you felt a moment ago that you avoid letting those words leave your lips. “You’d better go back to your room before you start feeling worse.” You warn him.

“Come to think of it, I’m feeling dizzy.” Jeongin says, cursing under his breath. He follows your advice and heads back to his room, but not before throwing you one last look, saving that cute, rare moment of concentration —now focused on the broth— in his mind, with a bittersweet smile on his lips.

“Go to him,” you look up at Minho, who had already been watching you. A little smile forms on his lips, “I saw how you look at each other, and I’m never wrong,” he explains, “Now come on, go to him.” Minho gently but insistently pushes you out of the kitchen.

It was too indirect for you to be entirely convinced by what he said, but you hope it’s what you think. You don’t know when this started, why it happened, or if what you feel is real.

But every doubt seems to disappear from your mind when those words leave his glossy lips in the darkness of his room, his chest firmly pressed against your back, his warm breath on your neck, his arms wrapped around your body in a hold that whispers a fear of losing you.

And you don’t know if they are truly meant or if they came out in a moment of confusion and he actually meant something with a lesser meaning.

But what you know is that you feel exactly what was softly whispered into your ear —words said with a barely audible voice that you felt as a scream.

“I’m in love with you.”

[oddinarylani]

epilogues to 'i just wish you cared about me'

pt 1: chan, lee know, changbin, hyunjin

a/n: part twos to continue off of the original post, i'll work on maknae line soon.

𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷.↴

there was a sea of green surrounding you. mountains covered in a wash of evergreens intermingled with low hanging clouds and misty fog surrounded the house. the air smelled different there, the humidity nearly smelling sweet - it was fresh and green and freeing. chan had chosen the vacation spot himself and surprised you with the trip, asking you to pack your things and not ask any questions until you arrived. funny enough, when you both arrived, you were too breathless to speak, instead leaning your cheek into his shoulder with awe, your arm wrapped around his waist as your eyes feasted on the display before you. black detailing accentuated the house against the greenery of the forest, it stood out proudly - strong. nearly every wall was lined with floor to ceiling windows, and a waterfall cascaded on a cliff side just across the second floor balcony. 

“chris…” you turned to him, still sleepy and jet lagged from the flight over, a hat sitting low on your brow. “you-you didn’t have to do this.” he grasps your hand, luggage in the other, and lead you to the front door where he keyed in a code to enter. “of course i did.” he chuckles cheekily, smiling as he pulled you inside and left your bags by the front door. 

inside was just as beautiful as the outside of the house, similar black detailing with dark wood accents. your lips remain permanently parted, eyes wide and agape with awe. “i think i might cry, honestly.” you laugh a bit, your hand coming to cover a small bit of your mouth as your eyes watered with happiness. 

you wouldn’t have guessed that seven months into your relationship with chris that you’d be smitten, head over heels, and everything in between. “no noooo, don’t cry.” he grabs you by the waist to pull you into his arms, swinging you from side to side as giggles fill the room. “this is crazy, no one’s ever done something like this for me before.” you laugh more when you feel the water building in your eyes, feeling beyond happy. 

“well i’ll just have to be the first, hm? you deserve it!” his sweater clad hands find your face and your cheeks squish together a bit as he does so. he’s bare faced and so adorable it makes your heart wrench - everytime he smiles it shows in his eyes and the corners of his mouth smoothly wrinkle. it didn’t matter what he did, what he wore, or how he looked - your heart would soar with adoration every time you looked at him. 

“this is- i can’t- how long are we staying?” you ask, hands still resting around his waist. 

“fourteen days.” it’s followed by an attempt to wipe the smug smile from his face, but the house fills with his laughter anyway when he sees your reaction.

“christopher! oh my gosh!” you bury your hands in your face as you feel the tears will actually spill any moment now. 

“it’s okay, baby, it’s okay. i got off work for youuu and i pushed my deadlines baaack, it’s all good!” he wraps you in his big arms again and you quickly follow, burying your face in his chest. 

seven days on your trip, halfway through, and you never wanted it to end. your home was beautiful but this was different. every morning you woke to rain and the sound of the waterfall on the opposite mountainside waking you from slumber with kisses to your ears. coffee was shared with chris on the balcony, he’d wear a jacket with nothing underneath and shorts and it wasn’t the first time you admired him, no, absolutely not, but this trip brought something different out in him. 

he was effortlessly gorgeous. the milky bathe of his skin against his clothes always made him look the prettiest. in reality, he didn’t have to do much to look beautiful. he just was. it made you want to scream, but also made you long to just stare at him a moment longer. the heart shaped curve of his lips, the darkness of his hair, the spread of his collarbones and chest, the column of his neck - you could go on. 

sleep still weighed on your eyes, but you looked over to him one morning with your head resting on the chair you sat on. mist wafted through the crisp air - you wore only his shirt and underwear so the morning breeze kissed your legs and brought goosebumps in it’s wake. “hey, look at me.” you had said. “hm?” he raises his head and looks at you, really looks at you, and feels a bit of flush creeping up his cheeks at just the sight of you looking at him. 

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” 

and maybe it was the lack of filter you faced in the mornings or it was just the swell of your heart in your chest, but either way you were left with a flustered chris in your hands - his cheeks and ears red and his eyes looking elsewhere. “stop,” he draws out, face in his hands. “i should be telling you that.” 

“oh we can make this a battle, i’ll win for sure.” you’re confident, the rain picks up a little. 

“you think so, huh? bring it on.” 

cue you proving effortlessly that he was prettier - though he argued back easily (still red in the face though) it ended in a draw. the decision never made, and chan now truly puddy in your hands. 

the rain yet again woke you from slumber, your eyes remained closed for a moment more as it bring you from sleep in the quiet haze of your bedroom. chan laid next to you, sprawled though his hand remained on your waist, the other tucked up under his pillow. his hair was curled and sweet and he looked so peaceful. peaceful like you’d never seen him before. he wakes a moment later and you’re already reaching for your camera. 

“noooo, don’t take pictures yet. let me put on makeup or something.” he chuckles, burying his face into his pillow as his bare back was now exposed to you. 

“let me, please? you look so pretty right now, i have to.” 

he let you, only after coffee and when he’d woken up some more. you returned him to the bed with his hand in your own, and you told him to just sit. 

he gets himself comfortable, shaking out his hair some more before covering his legs in the covers and looking at your lense. “there, like that.” you kneel one knee into the bed and snap a photo at the perfect angle. you take some more of him sitting up, a few as he stretched and the light hit his ripple of muscle adoringly. his body was perfect to photograph, all that hard work showed in his muscle pattern, the depth and reaches of his skin as it naturally contoured. 

you order him to lay down now, which he does so on his side with his hand supporting his head. “hey,” he nods his head. “how you doin?” of course, since it’s chris, he can’t finish it without laughing. “you’re a dork.” you smile behind the camera, still snapping one in his ridiculous pose. 

you snap more until you have him lay with his head on the pillows and you swing a leg around to straddle his waist. one hand naturally comes to rest on your hip, the other tucks into the pillow behind his head. “so handsome.” you smile, snapping some before he pauses, smiling softly to himself. you lower your camera a bit as his hand comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb stroking your soft skin. 

“i love you.” he says, suddenly. your cheeks flush, but you have the perfect idea. you bring your camera back up with his hand steady on your face still, and snap a picture. 

“i love you more, baby.” you kiss his palm, sitting back on his lap as he leans back up, now resting on his palms as you look over the last few you’ve snapped. his hand reaches perfectly just out of frame, and you admire the shine of love in his gaze that you’ve managed to capture. 

“you look so sweet here,” you frown, showing him the photo. 

he groans, ever his own worst critic. “show that to no one, please.” you lean forward, pressing a kiss to the side of his face. 

“oh it’s gonna be my lockscreen for sure.”

𝓵𝓮𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀.↴

bathed in warmth, heart pumping, blood rushing, washing over your cheeks with a warm flush - putting pinks in your skin, keeping you warm - minho’s careful sweet gaze flutters over your face with admiration of your existence. you were alive. wildly so. it shows in the cuts in your cuticles, the bruises underneath your skin, the redness under your eyes when you were tired, your need to eat - to bathe - to sleep. minho’s gaze turns somber, looking over your face as if he was thinking (he always was)

he’s positive the last of his humanity has left him. he can’t remember. 

how your hair curled around the pillow, looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky. “what’s wrong?” you ask, noticing the stained pink corner of his mouth, and running your thumb over it. he takes your hand before you can pull it from him, turns it over smoothly to kiss your knuckles. “nothing.” it’s simple, sealed with a smile, and he leans back into his palm to look over you in your bed. 

“you’re thinking.” you note simply, holding onto his hand to feel the ripple of chill off his skin. “i’m always thinking.” his brow raises, ever smug as minho typically was. 

your eyes roll lightheartedly. “that i know.. what i don’t know, is what troubles you.” 

his lips tug to the side, you could see his brain working now, wondering if he should tell you or not, pondering over the possibilities. his brow furrows again, this time he looks over your hand, admiring the shine of gold on your finger, reminding you of your love forever awaiting.

“what you said, a few nights ago. about wanting to be changed. that’s what troubles me.” 

you frown softly, wishing to wipe the concern from his handsome face - worry didn’t suit the gold gleam of his eyes, you liked it better when he was smiling. you push yourself to your elbow, matching his gaze now. “i know it does… but it’s a wish i have to stay by your side.”

“you can live out the rest of your days by my side, grow old and i’d still love you.” he assures. 

even just at the sound your heart breaks. “but i want to live centuries with you, i won’t be beautiful when i’m old.” 

his hands smooth over your cheeks, fingers parting when they meet your ears, and he raises your gaze to look at him. “i’ll always want you, even when you age.” 

you smile softly, leaning forward to press your lips to his own just once before parting. “i still wished to be turned. i think it would be cool.”

“cool? my centuries of torment were cool?” he chuckles, laying beside you now. “i didn’t mean it like that! but we’d be a cool power couple.”

minho yet again is left with the tangle of his feelings, unable to make up his mind, feeling as though he wouldn’t please you no matter the outcome. the reality of becoming a vampire was a death beyond comprehension, he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. yet, the idea of ever having to leave you behind tortures him as well. 

“i wish you saw the value in your life.” his voice is soft, a level of sentimental you rarely saw in him. he always kept composure, always quick with a comeback - fast with wit. but to see him melt in the face of your request, leaves your chest aching a bit. 

you shuffle closer to him, cupping the back of his head to let him roll to rest on your chest. “i do have value, i promise you. but i’ll always want you.” your fingers stroke through his hair. 

“this-” he grabs your hand, admiring the heat coming from your body. “this heat. your heart-” his hand falls to your chest, feeling the beat steady. “blood. and warmth. is what i admire. what i miss.” every bit of you is warm, minho could melt to this heat every time he touched you. 

“there is one thing you’ll want more than me when you become one.” 

your head quirks, looking down to him on your chest until his golden gaze meets yours. “blood.”

you came to an agreement over the following weeks - you’d decided long ago your love for minho, and remained firm in your request. the change would be a few feverish days until your heart would stop and you’d eventually turn, he prepared the castle in that time, and stood by your side from the very moment his fangs sank into your neck. 

the fever was unbearable, a few hours of writhing between sleep which you could barely catch. minho would come in with soft words and glasses of blood to soothe the ache in your bones. 

everything stopped when your heart did, and the fever melted away in a few hours. you stood from the bed in your night dress, hair falling over your neck where your bite seemed to stop throbbing. upon trudging to a mirror - you see the shine of gold in your eyes, the stretch of fangs in your mouth, and the beauty in your frozen complexion. 

“m-minho-” you call weakly on wobbly legs, moving to the door where you nearly collapse into it’s frame. 

he’s there in the blink of an eye, catching you before you can fall. “did you-” when you look up at him, he freezes in the gaze of your eyes, his chest aching in a way he hadn’t felt in years. 

“my god,” his hands find your cheeks, he brings you in, firmly kissing you. “you’re so beautiful, so so beautiful,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you before you both melt to the floor. 

he told you endlessly of your beauty when you were human, but every time he said it you still felt the flutter of butterflies in your chest. maybe it was the phenomenon of vampiric attraction, but you felt like the bond between you was getting stronger by the second - almost leaving you light headed as he cradled you on the red carpet. 

“that was… really hard. glad it’s over.” he sees the lethargic energy of your limbs, the slow blink of your eyes, and he smooths his hands over your hair, leaning in to kiss you once more. 

“i know, my love. but all is well, you thirsty?” 

“like you could never believe.”

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷.↴

changbin had left earlier in the day for a family meeting, and you’d decided to surprise him for your date tonight. your few friends you had in the business had let you know that they were busy, so you were taking off alone with enough savings that a little surge of excitement shot up in your stomach at the thought of your plan. you grabbed a coffee before walking in, pushing your sunglasses up into your hairline, greeting the associate that welcomed you and asked for your card to hold on the back counter. 

“dressing area four is open, an associate will help you with your fitting shortly.” the man had nodded his head in quick thanks as he walked your card to the check out counter. a glass of champagne was offered to you as you sat, waiting for the assistant to bring out a few selections. 

your marriage was changbin was ever impressive in your mind. of course, neglecting the analytical side of you, the one you perfected for your line of work - it was nothing short of a miracle. but he changed. did you ever think it possible? maybe. in some hopeful section of your heart, you longed for the best in him. months and months had gone by since your accident, your wounds turned to scars, your sourness blossomed into something much more beautiful - it was a testament of your own growth. you loved him. truly and terribly. and you wanted nothing more than to continue this journey of life, to see where it would take you. the thought of him made giddiness arise in you, and you weren’t like that. not with anyone. besides him. 

“i’m looking for a nice dress to wear to a date tonight with my husband, i really want to surprise him.” you explained, tucking your hands into your thighs. they asked a few more questions about color, fabric, style, and length of your preferred vision before walking off to bring other suggestions. 

“this is tom ford, spring collection of twenty-nineteen.” the assistant explains, handling the dress with gloves as he holds it by the hanger, giving it a wide birth to feast your gaze upon. your eyes dance over the stretch of fabric, an off-the-shoulder and black velvet masterpiece. 

“i’ll try that.” you nod, feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket - quick to pull it out to see your husband’s name across the front. 

“hey!” you say cheerfully, changbin chuckles. “hey, babe. what’re you doing?”

the assistant hangs the dress in the fitting room, you disappear behind it’s curtain after thanking him, putting your phone between your shoulder and cheek to shimmy it off the hanger. “oh nothing, what about you?”

“hmm, i don’t know, sounds like you’re up to something.” he hums, behind the sound of his voice it sounds like he might be in a car - wind rustling and a faint honk in the distance. 

“nothing for you to worry about until our date, now tell me what you’re up to.” he can hear the smile in your voice, completely contagious he catches himself smiling as well, gripping the steering wheel as he weaves through city traffic. 

“ah, i see. i’m on my way to the second meeting, just wanted to call and see what you were up to.” 

you start pulling on the dress past your legs, feeding an arm through with your phone still expertly wedged with your cheek. “ah, how was the first one?” you wonder.

he tells you the first meeting was terribly boring, as the both of you expected. a few updated trials for members who’d been caught, he’d even seen your parents. quite a few operations were changing, and the second meeting was for more exclusive members of the family. you’d finished putting on the dress, even zipping yourself up before walking out of the fitting room, saying your goodbyes and wishing him a well afternoon. 

the assistant has nothing but amazing things to say about the fit of the dress and the way the mid-section compliments the waist accentuation - with that you were sold. all you had to do was go home and prepare for the rest of the date, high on the feeling of your short phone call, anticipating the look on his face when you stepped out in the dress. 

you wore his favorite perfume, the one he always complimented when you wore it, and styled your hair in a loose kind of fashion. “i’m home!” he calls from the entryway, the sound of the closing door behind him alerts you as you finish up on your hair, adding finishing touches to your makeup. “i’m getting ready!” you call back. “the restaurant called, making sure we were good for our reservation.” 

you separately got ready for the date for a moment, music playing quietly from the speaker near your vanity, when changbin stepped out of the shower to dress, you’d slipped into the closet to find your dress, shimmying it on, and stepping out a moment later.

since the neckline cut pretty low, you wore a simple necklace and other dainty type jewelry, your heel was low - changbin was standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of your bedroom, fixing the collar of his button down before he catches glimpse of you behind him and he turns around, hands still fixated on his collar.

“baby, you look so beautiful.” he’s all smiles, coming up to you to grasp both of your hands. he’s dumbstruck, completely in awe - and holds your hands out to get a good look at you. “prettiest girl in the whole world.” he beams. there’s never been a moment he’s felt quite like this - at nearly every opportunity he looks at you he can’t help but smile. even when it’s five am and he wakes you up accidentally for a job. even when you’re standing in the kitchen with glasses on and your pjs are still on and it’s three pm. he’s never been so sure of something, so sure of you. how lucky he was, and how he’d never stop fighting to remind you you were loved. 

your heart swells with the sweetness in his words and eyes, you let him twirl you when he raises your conjoined hands, and you chuckle at his antics. “i was actually trying this on when you called,” your arms come to circle his shoulders, his own resting at your waist, eyes still dancing over the sight of you. “i knew you were up to something.” he says so positively. 

“finish getting ready, love.” you pat his shoulder, but not before he leans in - his lips pressed to your own for a brief moment before he continues getting ready. your heart beats wildly in your chest at the familiar fiery feeling of his lips, only smiling wider as he parts and walks back to the mirror.

“how’d i get so lucky?” he turns around, fixing a thin bracelet to his wrist. in his eyes in a kind of mischievous glint, you can only guess what he’d say next with a look like that in his eyes. 

“with what?” you ask, legs crossed on the bed, ever awaiting what would come out of his mouth. 

“with you.”

he’d surely be the death of you.

𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷.↴

“i wish to paint you.” his voice left his throat, with it came the soft muffle as not to be heard from others. he was sat on his throne next to your own - his father and mother before him, draped in precarious colors and wraps of fabric, a scepter beside his father’s left hand, his mother’s hands folded curiously in her lap. 

your gaze bats to the sight of his face, how did he look when he said this? you wondered. so you looked. he was focused forward still, as if the sound never left his lips. “you wish to paint me?” you asked, cheeks terribly pink and hands beginning to fidget in your lap. 

“would you let me?” he angles his mouth only a fraction in your direction - the words were in fact spoken to you. you think for a moment, in the quiet of the chamber of the king, in the stillness of your own brain. he watches you blink, once, then twice, before you fully turn to him. 

“if it pleases you, of course.” 

you received what you’d been longing for - a loving husband. there was no one else in the world that you could share the kinds of conversation you could with hyunjin. he was always listening, always there, a promise he’d yet to break. it stole the breath from your lungs, the day and night change he was able to achieve. he’d proven himself time and time again that he did in fact love you - and you only hoped your love could show just as strong. 

in the mornings now, as you awoke from the maids, they’d learn to part after they had ensured the both of you were awake - as now you would dress for the day together. you’d slide his shirts over his shoulders, dressing him only after he had dressed you - that he made a point to do every morning. you button him with a tenderness only you could, drape his shoulder pieces - a half cape only meant to cover his left arm, and tentatively bring his long hair back into a half-up half-down style. this was all after he would slide your stocking’s up your legs, kissing just above your knee as he always did, loosely tying your corset to ensure your comfort, and slide his hands down your shoulders when he was finished, asking if you felt comfortable. 

routine with hyunjin wasn’t just routine or existence, it felt like living. like any moment was one where the excitement of what was to come next was ever waiting. he began contributing more to the communities in the kingdom that needed attention, you both taking time from your schedules to volunteer for those in need, working in the government of the kingdom to ensure everyone had equal opportunity to thrive. he’d also began opening up to you about his love for art - how it was something he’d done since he was young. 

frequently you’d find him on the stair steps of the art school, with children peering over the shoulders of their prince as he’d paint and sketch, teaching the young ones of art. 

“a-ah, hyunjin. is this appropriate?” you asked, your hands quickly darting to push up a loose strap-like sleeve of your corset, pulling down your frilled shorts in fear of them riding up your legs. 

he’s discarded his proper attire, instead wearing a relaxed white button down and brown trousers rolled at the ankle. his fingers carefully set a primed canvas on a stand just before his low sitting stool, his brow is gently lifted at the sound of your worried voice, and he walks to you, sitting down just before you to adjust the straps so that they laid off your shoulders, exposing your decolletage beautifully. 

“you look beautiful.” he promises gently, moving to grasp your hands in his chilly ones. slowly he presses forward to plant a kiss between your brow, and your face warms at the feeling, some of your anxieties soothed. “but are you uncomfortable? do you wish to change?” his thumb strokes over the back side of your hands.

“no, it’s okay. you wanted this outfit, and no one will see it?” the suppleness of your skin is only amplified by the gentle press of your corset, and though he is indeed your husband, and seen much if not all of your skin, the roundness of your legs extended from the shorts makes his heart swell with the sweetness. 

“you’re mine, i am yours,” he promises, his fingers tapping the underside of your chin. “you have only my gaze, no one else's.”

he asks for you to lay on the bed, the palms of your hands holding up your upper half as to accentuate the natural curve of your chest, the bone and muscle that lays beneath it - the softness of your legs, and the intimate draw of your clothing. 

“beautiful,” he says passively, fixing the sheets on the bed to ripple before he sits down to begin painting. 

“i’ll get the outline at least, to not have you sitting there so long. then i can do detail later.” 

“mm.” you nod, looking away as he begins to paint.

ten or so minutes into painting, the soft draw of the paintbrush on the canvas the only sound in the room, he speaks. “would you look at me, love?” he asks. and how were you to deny his request when he asked so sweetly.

“since you asked so nicely.” you smile, turning to face him. 

he smiles, chuckling shortly as he continues. now every time his gaze darts to your form on the bed, your eyes meet. a certain kind of adoration fills you - a love that causes your heart to swell fervently. to be painted by the hands of the man you loved so dearly, the idea itself melts you further to the mattress.

“wait-” he calls, sitting into his spine, looking over his work, then back to you only to get lost in thought.

“what is it, darling?” you ask.

“i have an idea.”

he nears you then, the palette of his paints on his hand - smeared, dried, clumped together from previous projects. only the finest of splatters of blue have tainted his shirt, he sits before you, drawing out his brush. 

“can i paint on you? just a bit.”

you nod, “of course.”

he steadies his first stroke, pinky resting on the skin of your thigh before he paints a long white stripe down the side of your thigh, smooth and straight. the paint is cold, his hands have warmed, he closely focuses, incorporating a swirl of green, and a tiny design of flowers around the white stripe and now what is a vine. you smile as he works, remaining still as ever as he does so. 

next, he leans forward, creating a similar design on the stretch of your neck where muscle runs up your shoulder to the column of your throat - there he paints a similar design. if you were still before, you were ice now, truly frozen as he worked strokes to his idea. 

when he finishes, he leans back and smiles, moving to kiss the side of your head before he moves back to the canvas. “there we go.”

you smile as he sits. “hey,”

his head lifts, looking at you expectedly. 

“i love you.”

shout out to bon iver for this one.

[thescarletnargacuga]

Could you do a ribbun oneshot?

A/N: I can certainly try. Without details, I don't know what the ribbun community wants-

STRENGTH IN TRAGEDY

WARNING: angst

~~~

"Hey, ribbons, whatcha got there?"

Gangle didn't have time to react. Jax reached over her, snatched her drawing, and held it out of reach. "Hey! Wait! No!"

Jax examined the partially finished work with exaggerated interest. "Oh, so I see you're taking the abstract approach. Hehehe, no pun intended. It doesn't really look like anything."

"It's not done! Give it baaack!" Gangle whined and tried grabbing the paper.

Jax pushed her away from him and she stumbled back. Her comedy mask slipped from its precarious perch and the porcelain shattered on the ground. She stared at her fallen mask. Cumbersome tears hung from her dark eyes. Jax's cackling laughter rang in her head like an echoing curse.

Her sobbing eyes angled downward. Her ribbons curled tightly together. "Every time..."

"What was that?" Jax wiped an amused tear from his eye. "I couldn't hear you over the sound of me-"

"EVERY. TIME." Gangle said with barely contained rage. She turned to face him and glared at him. "Every time I'm happy! Every time I even THINK I have a moment of peace, YOU have to ruin it! Why!? I was minding my own business and you went out of your way to be MEAN to me! You broke my mask! AGAIN!! EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. IT'S ALWAYS YOU!!" Her voice pitched until she was practically screeching at him.

Jax was taken aback but kept the cool appearance of being unimpressed. He crossed his arms, folding the art in the process. "So, you're finally standing up to me. Took you long enough."

His words disarmed Gangle immediately. Her face contorted with confusion. "Wait- what?"

"Yeah, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to be this easy forever." He grinned mischievously and leaned down to her level. "But I've never been more happy to be wrong. Way to keep things interesting, Ribbons. I like it when people keep me guessing."

Gangle was even more confused. "You want me to fight you?"

He laughed and stood upright. "You're still slow, but a step in the right direction is still a step. Come on, Ribbons. You got more to say?" He arched an eyebrow.

Gangle stammered but found her voice. "You-! You always try to take my art! You make fun of it when it's not even finished and- uh, you never apologize!"

Jax looked bored. "Now you're just stating the obvious."

"AAAARGH!" Gangle threw her hands in frustration. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? I JUST WANT TO DRAW! AND NOW I CAN'T BECAUSE YOU BROKE MY MASK! YOU'RE THE BIGGEST [%$!#]HOLE IN THIS CIRCUS FOR NO REASON! LITERALLY NO ONE LIKES YOU! WHY DON'T YOU DO US ALL A FAVOR AND JUST ABSTRACT ALREADY!!" Gangle gasped and covered her mouth.

Jax tensed a little. "...better." He dropped the paper and walked away.

"Wait, I- I didn't mean that..." Gangle said quietly.

Jax didn't stop or look back.

Gangle collected her paper and art supplies and retreated to her room, leaving her comedy mask in pieces on the floor. She dropped everything on the floor and cried to herself on her bed. "Even Jax doesn't deserve to abstract...no one does. Why did I say that? Why did he have to push me?" She sniffed. "Jerk..."

A knock on her door made her jump. "Who is it?"

No answer.

Carefully, she opened the door. No one was there. She leaned out and her foot pushed something in the floor. It was her comedy mask, painstakingly glued together. It was cracked, and there were glue dribbles all over it, but it was in one piece. A small note stuck to the inside.

She picked it up and read it. Stay strong and fight. It's the only way we're getting through this. She smiled a little. "Thanks..." She said to no one.

[popcorn-an-artist]

Guess what I redid? Yeeaaah, it redid this drawing I made for a story. It just felt really nice to create like this too.

I am baaack, welp daaamn, I was pretty much busy this week. I only posted on DeviantArt once to try to see if I can manage that and drawing too after arriving home kinda late compared to when I would need to wake up the next day. I was really short on time but I did that actually.

Though, this is when I am glad that I kinda sorta kept a 'few' of my drawings back. This way, even if I can't really draw something or need to take more time to draw, I can share something still.

[madraleen]

Delicious in Dungeon - Ryōko Kui Vol.12-14: A commentary wherein the word "sweet" is said one too many times.

-"marcille, mushrooms don't have flowers!!" ahaha laios <3

-oooh, the demons share memories, that's why lion knows mithrun, okay

-nice, nice, i like how laios is reacting to marcille, "forcing the whole world to eat a menu you designed"

-marcille in her villainess outfit

-i can't be mad at marcille for hurting mithrun 'cause in her view he did the same to her, but like... be careful, guys, okay? let's not go too far.

-marcille blew mithrun's head off?? ffs, where are our healers. but she's effectively killed someone, still.

-no she's killing ALL of the canaries, omg, marcille

-hello, flamela, th... that's a lot of canaries, wow

-IS ANYONE HEALING AROUND HERE!

-"if the red dragon hadn't eaten falin back then, we would never have had such a great adventure!" that is so true and so sad

-CAPTAIN MITHRUN IS BAAACK

-NO GUYS! WE JUST SAID THE DEMON CAN'T BE DEFEATED WITH WEAPONS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DON'T BELIEVE THAT, THAT'S NOT LAIOS KILLING THE LION!

-clever girl, izutsumi. clever girl.

-IS FLAMELA KICKING MITHRUN TO STOP HIM FROM BITCH-SLAPPING KABRU EVEN MORE? ahahaha. although, i mean, in an inappropriate mithrun-way, him bitch-slapping kabru shows he actually pays attention to kabru...? because otherwise he wouldn't bother. he hasn't been bothered to personally interact with anyone in particular during the battle, aside from giving orders.

-this image of infinitely spawning laioses might just be kabru's nightmare, i think. too bad he's not seeing it

-THISTLEEE, lil bb is back. on yaad's back.

-the only person in this entire story that knows how to treat mithrun is kabru. the one person.

-awww, mithrun grabbed kabru's hand, got up and said "okay" to eating, resting and searching for a new desire, bless. aww, the canaries are happy about it, bless them too.

-bb mithrun is crying :( and of course it's kabru that sees it <3

-oh bless senshi and his vegetable scraps assist. and mithrun's smiling now :) oh no he's actually laughing. SHUT UP, HE'S CRYING-LAUGHING, "that's... good to hear," I LOVE HIM

-laios said "feel free to keep eating" and mithrun took it to heart, bless. eat your faligon, bb, attaboy

-'scuse you. did thistle just die? NOOo! well, he got his happy ending i guess. his wish to see delgan. and “delgan” took his burden off of him and thanked him, allowing to go peacefully. I GUESS! it makes sense, but ARGH, THISTLE, MY LIL BB ELF WHYYY :'( why did he have to be the one casualty :'( i know, i know. the lion had taken too much out of him, he'd twisted himself too much into who he had to become to protect the kingdom, he was spent and so on. still. THISTLE! :"( a sweet send-off though. with a little smile. peaceful.

-aww, it's sweet how laios leaves kensuke and his armor in a dungeon

-OH YAY, a year later yaad and his people are alive and all!

-aah, everyone meeting chil's daughters!!

-okay, so defeating the lion demon defeated all demons of all dungeons, right? and now there's only natural dungeons?

-a sweet ending for sure. it wraps things up nicely, with no significant loose ties to speak of.

-i like that people weren't left unscathed and came out changed, either emotionally like mithrun, kabru or marcille, or physically like falin, or both like laios. i would have liked to see marcille's reaction at thistle dying, considering she'd said she wanted to thank him for saving her life. i’d also have liked to see a reaction from marcille at having killed the canaries that one time.

-the fun part is going along on an adventure with a diverse cast in a cool world. that adventure vibe comes off so deliciously (hehe).

-the addictive part for me is mithrun and kabru, mostly when they're together. a kabumisu shipper, obv.

-now that all's said and done i can safely say, my faves are mithrun, thistle and kabru. i also have a soft spot for pattadol; she's sweet, she tries. i have soft spots for the canaries in general, they're fascinating.

[theanonymousclown]

Tell a friend to tell a friend- She’s BAAACK!!

This is an Owl House/Steven Universe AU, specifically an ‘SU in TOH’ variant!

Casual Kiddos + Season 1 Adults

So in Season 1, a human named Steven wanders into the dimension of Homeworld. He is quickly accepted into the fold of The Crystal House, a home for three outlaws Witches who came together- Garnet, the daughter of a Wild Witch (Ruby) and an upstanding Demon (Sapphire), Pearl, a former Guard for the Covens before defecting, and Amethyst, a cursed Witch.

Steven and Amethyst start in the Detention Track…

But quickly chose to Multi-Track. Amethyst studies Beastkeeping, Construction, Illusions and Abominations. Meanwhile, Steven starts out studying Healing and Plants, but expands to Beastkeeping, Oracle, and Illusions to learn the type of magic that the other Gems learned (Amethyst, Garnet and Pearl in that order)

Season 2 happens then (featuring the new uniforms) and the Crystal Gems have to deal with the three Main Heads- Blue, the Healing Head, Yellow, the Abominations Head, and White, the Empress’s Head. What they learn as the season continues is that, actually, they (and Pink, who was the Plant Coven Head before she ‘died’) are witch hunters. Pink was a born a Witch in the Human Realm, and so her sisters gave up their witch hunting ways to find someplace Pink could be safe… or so they thought. Really, White never gave up being a Hunter, and was just looking for a way to get rid of every witch at once.

What Steven learns at the end of Season 2 is that, first off, he’s a Grimwalker. White made him as a copy of Pink and wanted to use him to test various murder methods on witches, but Pink found out and fled, faking her death. She cut her and Steven’s ears to keep them safe in the Human Realm, but she botched the job a bit. Pink took on the name Rose, fell in love with and married a human named Greg Universe, and died in childbirth with her daughter Nora (who also passed).

Steven does… not take this well.

And spends like half of Season 3 downright miserable.

But yeah that’s the main summary of the AU! Some additional Notes:

Yellow is the Abominations Head because she created the Cluster.

Peridot takes over as Plant Head after Pink (because Peri’s a farmer). The Other Coven Heads are Nephrite for Beastkeeping (because she was a beast), Lapis for Oracle (because she was trapped in a mirror and I can warp that into a crystal ball), Jasper for Construction (all quartz are Construction, it’s why Amethyst has it), Fable for Illusions (Because obviously), Aquamarine for Potions (idk, she has a wand?? So I guess Potions is the witchiest Coven??) and Pyrope for Bard (I have no clue why)

Bismuth is Raine, because obviously.

Pearl has an Illusions sigil, so that obviously causes problems.

[angelfleurry]

Hiii, it's me again!! I'm happy that you have more time to write now, to have time for what you enjoy! Could I have a part 2 for my talentless reader x Nagito request, focusing on them while they're going on their date? The last one took a bunch of weight off my chest, especially since I haven't watched dr3 yet, so I was still feeling troubled about him and his beliefs in the second game. 🤗🩷

Talentless Reader on a date with Nagito!:

Aaa hello my lovely!! Welcome back welcome baaack! I’m really touched my last post about the talentess reader could help you, this had me smiling when I read it. I really hope this one is good as well!

Have a lovely day/night <3

~~

♡ Oh, this was weird…

♡ It wasn’t a bad weird, not at all, but the concept of what was about to occur truly puzzled you.

♡ You genuinely didn’t expect for Nagito to want to be your date, and now that it was reality, you didn’t know how to feel.

♡ You were nervous, really nervous, still reeling in the fact that this was really happening.

♡ Nagito genuinely wanted to spend time with you, time that would be considered slightly more personal than before, and he didn’t mind that.

♡ He didn’t scrunch his nose up at you, he didn’t go awkward, and it spun you completely round and round; totally confusing you.

♡ You were glad, of course, and you’d tried to plan the date so it would be something he would like.

♡ But, you were so anxious as you got yourself ready, hesitantly observing yourself in the mirror; wondering if this was going to turn out alright…

♡ Wondering if you would still be good enough.

♡ However, despite your unawareness to it, a certain lucky student was having similar troubles.

♡ He tried his best to swallow his anxiety, desperately scrubbing in the shower, almost as if he were trying to wash away his thoughts.

♡ There was a myriad of emotions and thoughts rising up within him, things he didn’t think he would ever feel so deeply.

♡ He was oddly…nervous about this whole thing.

♡ But, at the same time, weirdly giddy.

♡ He was worried about many things, such as his luck betraying him, or saying something wrong, or if you were suddenly to become bored of his presence, or even never wanting to talk to him again.

♡ But, at the same time, he was excited.

♡ He looked forward to the date, hopelessly anticipating it, even.

♡ He thought about what he’d say once he saw you, how he’d greet you.

♡ Does one keep it casual, or should he smile more…?

♡ He thought about so many things, how your day would go, whether it would be different than your usual hang outs, whether you’d have a good time, even if you planned it all yourself…

♡ Of course, he knew he would, he’d be fine with anything so long as you liked it.

♡ But, he knew that wouldn’t satisfy you unless you knew he’d also enjoy the day.

♡ And, as he absent-mindedly put on the friendship bracelet you had made him, he realised there was a part of him that felt touched by that.

♡ Deeply touched, he realised, beginning to walk out the door.

~~

♡ The library…

♡ You remembered…You remembered that he liked to read.

♡ Not only that, but you remembered how he had mentioned before that he could stay in a library for hours.

♡ He couldn’t help but feel a little too grateful at this, his emotions playing up inside his chest more so than they usually did, but he remained calm.

♡ Honestly, you were considering taking him to a bookshop, buying him a book, but you wondered if that would cause him to panic about his luck, or that it would genuinely mess with said luck.

♡ So, you thought this was best.

♡ There were parts of the date where you’d both try and guess tropes based on the book’s title, blurb, or cover art, which also lead to you both sometimes reading a bit into the book.

♡ This then prompted the conversation as to how you should never judge a book by it’s cover, literally.

♡ Then, other times, you were both sharing your favourite books with one another.

♡ It was nice to hear Nagito’s take on things that weren’t related to talent, or hope.

♡ Made him feel more…real, in a way.

♡ A more vulnerable, open side, if you will.

♡ You liked that you could share these thoughts together.

♡ At one point, you just sat quietly together, reading a book and sometimes looking up to check in.

♡ In hushed volumes, cautious of library rules, you’d read out a paragraph or so to him, because Nagito would definitely be curious as to what was happening in the world you were reading about.

♡ At one point, he had put his book down, just listening to you read to him.

♡ And when you noticed this, you offered him to come closer, moving the book so you both could see.

♡ However, you also made sure to show interest in what he was reading.

♡ That little gesture, while confusing, meant something to him.

♡ Honestly, as he spent that time with you, Nagito came to realise that maybe your lack of an ultimate was a good thing.

♡ He honestly felt…equal.

♡ It really did just feel normal, safe, relaxing.

♡ Being able to spend time with you and not feel that immense inferiority he was so prone to feeling really did favours for him.

♡ It was just the two of you, two people equal to one another, just spending time together.

♡ Time, of which, he did not know what to call.

♡ This was nice, but there was something slightly different to the atmosphere, and it puzzled him.

♡ He couldn’t help but let out a small, relieved, sigh.

♡ “Everything alright…?” you’d gently asked him, prompted by it, slightly worried.

♡ To this, Nagito went silent for a second, before giving a gentle smile; nodding.

♡ “Thank you for wanting to spend such time with me,” he began, looking at you as he spoke.

♡ “It’s…been lovely.”

♡ You smiled at this for a moment, but then you felt a more intense worry rise up.

♡ He sounded like he was saying goodbye, as if he wanted it to be over.

♡ Did he…?

♡ “I apologise,” he began, almost as if he had heard your thoughts, “My wording seemed to have troubled you.”

♡ You looked at him as he spoke.

♡ “I promise, I have no intention of wanting to end things so soon.”

♡ “In fact, I’m having fun.” he admitted, his smile seeming to have widened at this.

♡ Reassured, you let out a sigh of relief, the anxiety having left you.

♡ But, you went over his words again, and felt your heart jump a little.

♡ He was having fun…

♡ He was having fun!!

♡ “That’s good,” you let out a breezy chuckle, still shaking off the nervous spell that had previously held you, “I was a little worried at first, but I’m glad to hear you’re having fun, because so am I.”

♡ “Well, that makes us a pair then, doesn’t it?” He answered, laughing in his strange little way, “I too was worried, but it all seems so silly and meaningless now.”

♡ You blinked.

♡ “You…were worried?” you asked, genuinely taken aback, hardly expecting to hear those words from him, “About what?”

♡ “Ah,” his voice faltered for a second, embarrassment dusting the corners of his tone, “It really is a silly thing, but one of those things was my luck…”

♡ You were going to say something, but decided to let him talk.

♡ It looked like he had more to say.

♡ “So, it made me really happy when I realised where it was you were taking me,” he continued, tilting his head a little, “Reading is something I feel I can do without my luck getting in the way.”

♡ “I remember you saying this.” You answered, looking at him gently.

♡ “And it means a lot that you did,” he smiled, “Truly.”

♡ You couldn’t help but smile back at him, a sudden, but comfortable, silence filling the air.

♡ Nagito wasn’t sure if he should mention the other things he was fretting over.

♡ And you didn’t seem to know if you should share your worries, either.

♡ After all, it was a thing of the past, having been proved to be of no excess need.

♡ So, why worry…?

♡ Still though, you were relieved at how great things had gone so far.

♡ But the silence was beginning to trouble you, even if it was comfortable.

♡ “I don’t mind staying here for however long you want to, but would you like to get food at some point? There’s this bakery nearby, but they do savoury stuff too, they do a lot.”

♡ Nagito chuckled at this, nodding his head as he did so.

♡ He looked back at you after a while, a smile so sincere you had to double take, and nodded once more.

♡ “Sure,” he said, “That sounds lovely.”

[drill-teeth-art]

Alright alright. Guess what! I’m baaack!

I set some rules for myself running this blog to make sure it is Fun and Rewarding for me. Here’s all you need to know as I get back to posting.

1. No more ask reply art is guaranteed unless I’m specifically doing requests. I’ve got myself a job, and I’m saving up for my future. I’m busier than before, and I’m not going to pressure myself to make art for asks every time. Asks will be replied to with text sometimes unless I’m doing requests. So just a thing to know.

2. I’m just gonna post art that I’m proud of now. Fear not. Plenty will still be transformers art. I draw them every day. But I’m not going to get bogged down in growing this blog and drawing to get tons of notes. So if you don’t like the bullshit I’m on, that’s okay. There are other art blogs. This one is for me.

3. If it sucks, I’ll hit the bricks! And by that I mean, I’m just going to post when I want to. And I’ll take days off at my own pace. Sometimes the queue will be stocked for a week. Sometimes it won’t. Sometimes I’ll post five times a day. Sometimes zero. My blog, my rules.

That all being said. Yes! I am back! And this is my blog, so I’m gonna treat it that way. Get hype!

[tojiscrack]

in honor of the new soano chapter- my thoughts

I AM GAGGED THIS IS SO GOOD

FIRST OF ALL- MALAKAI FROM LIAR LIAR UNIVERSE HOPPING INTO SOANO?? HILARIOUS. I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS POSSIBLE, BUT HES EVEN WORSE HERE LMFAOOOO

Y/N HAS BEED HAUNTING SHADIS EVEN WHILE HE WAS GONE😭😭 HE IS TREMBLING OVER THE SOUND OF HER VOICE.

i actually also love the fact that y/n is so iconic in this so here's a list

- shadis, badis, madis, and kadis

- forcing jean's lookalike to eat peas

- LITERALLY PUNCHING BORIS, HELLO??

- scheming with hange after running away(for the first, but definitely not last, time)

- "remember me?"

- insulting erwins eyebrows😭

- pulling a turn around on badis after LOCKING HIM IN THE WOMENS BATHROOM??????

- drawing flowers instead of answering the math problem

- LITERALLY DITCHING HER GROUP TO RUN AWAY LMFAO

- actually befriending malakai😨

- convincing everyone that the schedule had changed

and saving the best for last,

- "OH SHADIIISSSS!!, guess who's baaack"

i probably forgot to write a few down but i hope ur happy with this list😈

i loved the new chapter so much like i actually was kicking my feet and giggling from the shenanigans ilysm pls never die i actually wish i could smooch u bc this was beautiful 😔😔🙏

start of a new obsession masterlist here:

I’M SURPRISED YOU’RE STILL READING IT? 😭 HAHAHA STOP ILY

MALAKAI ORIGINATED IN LIAR, LIAR BUT WILL BE IN EVERY UNIVERSE OF EVERY STORY I WRITE 😭 him and y/n will meet a millions times. and yes, he’s 10000x worse here and it’s actually like that for a reason — in aot’s universe, they don’t exactly have much to lose. we don’t know much about how their jobs work and stuff. all we know is that if you have a criminal record, it stays. if you’ve done something incredibly grave, it stays (as seen with eren and mikasa’s murder crimes committed at 9 years old LMAO). but we notice that even with that, eren was able to join the cadet corps and even ended up ranking 5th before joining the scouts. so, malakai truly has nothing to lose when he goes feral 💀

please you basically just summarised the entire chapter DKMMM 😭😭 i had sm fun writing it for the few readers that are actually invested despite how little traction it gets. soano will always be my favourite to actually write simply bcz of how much crack it consists of.

had to make her punch boris cuz he was so annoying when i watched him in the ova. she’s doing what i wanted to do so badly. and her friends will understand why she ran off 😭 they know her well despite only knowing her for a week.

y/n in liar, liar, despite the way she acts with malakai, sees him as a friend. it’s the same thing in the soano verse. y/n and malakai 🤝 being a chaotic duo in every universe.

miffysmittens, i wait for ur notifs EVERY time. i’m gonna mwah both of your cheeks, i wake up in the morning for you, don’t YOU ever die 😤‼️

[angelpuns]

Hey I'm baaack, I read that you've been having pains lately and you dont know the cause? Are they like all over and completely random? Because if they are, it may be a neurological issue, which is why it is so hard to narrow down the cause of the pain because your neurons themselves may be the cause. Or it could be your brain or your spinal cord, since they are all interconnected in the nervous system. I've been having random pains too (im not sure if Im experiencing the same thing as you idk, but I thought I would share anyways because I had to go to a lot of doctors before I even thought about it being neurological). This explanation makes the most sense anyway, I dont really know if what I'm having is neurological or not, but I'm gonna find out. Hope that this helps, but if the pain goes away and doesn't come back, then don't worry about it :)

This was just a thought that is often overlooked when it comes to unexplained pain so I wanted to share it just in case :D

Welcome back <333

Sometimes they are (on a mor enormal basis) but lately I've had specifci area pains that were either indigestion or just due to muscle pains from moving stuff ;-;

That's really interesting, I may end up talking to my doctor about it when I am able to go :) Lately they've just been more...annoying? I guess??? idk it's probably nothing ;-;

Sorry it took so long to answer btw, I have had a bit of a busy day ;-;

[a-m-pyra]

GUESS WHAT'S BAAACK :DD

[welcome-to-the-flock]

Randy: "BAAAXTER ARE YOU OKAY!?!" 

Baxter: "Yeah I'm fine just a little, discombobulated is all." 

Randy: "Do you remembaa what happened when you were with him?!" 

Baxter: "Mostly some hypnosis and the dreaded shock collar." 

Randy: "Well knowin how ya acted round, him, it coulda been worse."

Brandon: "Baaxter how baad is the collar getting right now?!"

Baxter: "It seems alot worse then baafore, I think?" "Baafore the effects didn't seem to, I dunno, linger around?" "If thaat maakes anysense?"

Brandon: "Well, Hopefully you haven't fully lost your mind."

Baxter: "I'd fucking hope so too." "I don't want to wake up one day and start talking abaa how. I LoVe tO BaA a GoOd sHeEp fOr mAsTeR."

Brandon: "Hehehe yeah."

Hayley: "Well he brought us here and gave us all place to stay why wouldn't we want to obey him. Baasides I find it sweet of him whenever he calls us good sheep."

Baxter: "And I find it annoying." "I don't want my KIDNAPPER to act all buddy, buddy with me."

Patrick: "See brandon he didn't come baack as a weird zombie thing with no personality. Though with how he was talking to Randy earlier the doc seemed pissed. So I understand why ya might assume the worst."

"Baa the way, what did you do to piss him off like that?"

Baxter: "I smashed the collar."

Patrick: "Yeah he gets really pissy abaa his tech gettin ruined? Surefire way to get an appointment Baack when I was bit more of trouble maker I kept baaraking the thermostat so he'd give me more of the mind control drugs."

Baxter: "Hahaha you fucking didn't."

Hayley: "Sadly he did." 

Patrick: "Yeah, I had some really, ummm creative, ways of getting attention baaack when was still new here."

Hayley: "So Baaxter now thaat your baack, would you mind attending a picnic with the rest of the flock?" 

Baxter: "Well thaat sounds a hell of a lot more fun then staaying thaat god daamn medical room for another daay."

I ate some delicious fruit salad and some lemonade.

Baxter: "This is delicious who made it!!" 

Randy: "We all did!" 

Brandon: "Don't, don't be so humble Randy you and Hayley did most of the work, I sorta just listened to you two."

Hayley: "Thaat doesn't mean you didn't help sweetie pie, Just baacause you weren't doing all the work didn't mean you weren't important to helping prepare baarandon."

She turned to me.

"I was plaaning on you helping us out, Baa I suppose thaat this means the dishes get to be a fun surprise for you."

Baxter: "Thanks! I guess!"

I looked over to the cookies, my eyes widening with excitement.

"Ohhh, Are those cookies homeade?!" 

Hayley: "They sure are!!"

There was chocolate cookies, oatmeal raisin cookies, and peanut butter cookies, I took the chocolate ones. They were delicious and golden brown, Though probably not something a sheep could eat.

Baxter: "So we can eat chocolate, and drink coffee which actual sheep definately can't eat, So caan we eat meat?"

Randy: "Well when it comes to the chocolate and coffee, pops said that it ain't lethal to any us, since we are way bigger then feral sheep. Though I'm not gonna pretend to know why we don't eat meat baacause I never asked him."

Baxter: "Whos your dad? Your the oldest sheep I've seen here. Did you have leave him behind after coming here?!"

Randy: "Well ya see... I don't Technically got any real parents..."

Randy: "Technically the closest thing I have to a dad is, Doctor hardwick."

Baxter: "THE MAD SCIENTIST IS YOUR DAD!?!" Randy: "Well Kinda, I was sorta made by him??" "Unlike the rest of y'all I was born like this." "So you were never really a human?"

Randy: "No I was always like this."

Baxter: "What were the rest of you guys doing baafore this? Were the rest of you ever human baafore?"

Hayley: "Well I came here baacause I always was fond of animals, And since I had a knack for crocheting I thought coming here would be nice. Course thats baack when I thought that this was just a normaal faarm."

Baxter: "So he tricked you too?" 

Hayley: "Well I was mildly mislead. and I was... I was some what apprehensive at first..."

"Baaa I eventually baacame the loyal assistant I am today." 

Baxter: "..."

Hayley: "Its not like I haave no real reason to stay here. Though since I was an especially baa, big trouble maker I had to be given some, extra effort in convincing."

"I enjoyed my time with the flock, I loved working on the farm, I loved spending time with Randy, and generally I enjoyed my time at the farm enough to decide to spend the rest of my life here."

"Baafore joining the flock this I was hopping between restaurant jobs and charity work."

Brandon: "Well, I knew it had some weird medical experiments were going at the time, baa, but."

"I loved the science behind it and I always admired the technical process of his work. I loved the thrill of gaining a new form. I loved the other sheep."

"baa, but... But I didn't know he would be this sketchy, or thaat he would be this manipulative. I guess was too blinded by the excitement to see what I got myself into."

"When I was still human I was working at a library and programming games as a hobby."

Baxter: "Wait you know how to code?" 

Brandon: "Yeah I've been interested in computers for as long as I can remembaa." 

Hayley: "Maybaa if you stay here he caan teach you."

Brandon: "Well I wouldn't mind teaching you, baa I, but I also wouldn't need you living with us too do thaat."

Baxter: "Thanks I'd appreciate thaat."

Patrick: "I was technically homeless baafore joining the flock." 

Baxter: "Wait really?"

Patrick: "Yeah, I still had enough money to be hotel hopping baa, but still."

"Baacause of this I was desperate for some quick money at the time, since I didn't haave a consistent place to stay and was hopping baatween hotels for a while."

"I needed cash and a place to stay, and didn't mind what type of experiments I'd haave to go through to get those."

"Once I realized the food and housing were virtually free I decided to stay around for the long haul."

"After a while I baacame comfortable living with the other sheep, Tbh this place felt more like a home then my old one ever did."

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Guess whos baaack!

It’s me

The mirage simp

I’ve got some ask prompts for you :)

Mirage and his partner flirting during a match? Like two idiots being a little gay in between gunfire perhaps?

Alternatively

Fusehound.

Only a Pinch| Elliott "Mirage" Witt

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Reader: idk reader goes by him/they, is that nonbinary? Or?

A/n: what. What about both?, I didnt like this as much, and was thinking of rewriting it. If you'd like to be tagged in that one I'd love to tag you! Also the gif makes me wanna write a coming out the water scene for Elliott and a crush, if you wanna be tagged in that I'd love to tag you!

Warnings: guns

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"Just what I need." Y/n pipped up, grabbing the mid range optics from the loot bin, quickly attaching them to the triple take, "Need a cell?"

"That would be ideal yes." Bloodhound spoke Y/n handing over one.

"Thank you."

"Dont mention it." Y/n smiled.

Bloodhound scanned the area, looking around for a Vantage point.

"There." They spoke pointing the area out, "We will have high ground there."

Y/n looked, "yep. Thats not out of bounce is it?"

"No." They responded, "We should have good cover, yet there is a door. We must be careful."

"We could block it easy." Y/n told.

"I suppose. Shall we scout the ground first?"

"How about you take the sky? And I'll take the ground."

"Mhm" Bloodhound spoke outloud, "no. We are simply a duo. Other teams of two could sneak up on both of us."

"Fair point. We scout at ground level."

"Yes. A good idea indeed. The zipline will be a good aid."

With an agreeing nod, the two slid down the zipline. Meeting at the ground they pushed on foot, scouting for last mintue supplies, a cell here, a box of ammo there, both looking for any form of tracks.

"Hold." Y/n stopped Bloodhound, who slid over.

"Tracks. Two sets. They traveled together." Bloodhound spoke.

"Yeah. I can see that..." Y/n spoke softly, focused on his scope, "Im not one for lookin at others mans...but damn does mine got a peice on him..."

"What?" Bloodhound asked as Y/n handed over the triple take.

Bloodhound took it, looking through the scope, "it is Witt looting-"

"That way." Y/n spoke pushing the gun to the side.

"Oh." Bloodhound spoke, "oh."

Y/n nodded.

"Sweet. Sweet ass. My friend." Y/n spoke, Bloodhound's grip tightening on the weapon, "and those sweet asses. They're calling our name. If you wanna answer that call."

Bloodhound pulled away handing the weapon back over.

"You want to rush them?"

"Hey. Why not?"

Bloodhound looked back towards the two boys.

"You take Wally? I take Elliott?"

"That is a fair fight..." Bloodhound spoke.

"And our boys love it when we tease em."

"That...is true."

"And we both know what happens when we tease em. After games after all."

"Y/n!"

"What?" Y/n chuckled.

"You are telling the truth." Bloodhound spoke, "Very well. Rush and tease it is."

"Oo! I like that rush and tease! Should put it on a shirt!"

"Very funny."

"Hey. You came up with it. I capitalize off it." Y/n joked, "shall we?"

"Indeed."

It shocked the shit out of them for sure. Suddenly the two boys heard gunfire and then they were both down grasping there sides in pain.

"Aw...we're we too rough on you?" Y/n teased crouching down to Elliott

"Babe! Hey!" He winced, "wanna...pick me up?"

Y/n chuckled, he kneeling down to Elliott.

"And why would I do that?" Y/n protested with a smile.

"Because...you love me?"

"Not a bad answer." Y/n smiled, "gonna have to try harder than that tho."

Elliott watched as Y/n's hand came forward, grabbing him by the chin.

"You always did look good below me."

Y/n could feel Elliotts face grow warm, "and it seems like you like it too."

"Maybe...." Elliott answered under his breathe.

"Mhm? What was that?" Y/n ssked, "I can't hear you?"

"Maybe." Elliott spoke up.

Y/n chuckled eyes scanning the area besides them.

"Oh. This yours?"

A wingman, golden skin, "y. Yeah..."

Y/n picked if up, looking it over, "Not bad..."

Elliott gulped watching Y/n twirl it, the pistol being pressed under Elliotts chin forcing his nose to the sky.

"Someones a little tense...isnt he?" Y/n chuckled, "such a true reward. Suppose you should be happy, here Revenant's kill leader...It would have been a shame if it was him to get you like this instead of me."

"Y.yeah. yeah. Real shame..." Elliott told, his skin hot, and the weapon cool against his neck caused goosebumps to form on his skin.

"Mhm..." y/n hummed, looking at the map on his wrist, "looks like the rings closin...Houderz!"

"Yes?!" Bloodhound shouted from outside, they clearly annoyed.

"Ring!"

There was a shot that rang out, Y/n looking back at Elliott.

"Im doin' you a favor." Y/n told, raising the pistol up, "only hurt a pinch."

With that the pistol went off, ending another sqaud.

"Two left." Bloodhound responded reloading there gun in the doorway.

"You have fun?" Y/n responded.

"I despise being siblings sometimes." Bloodhound argued.

"Aw. Don't worry I love ya too. Houndy. But dont expect a slap on the ass from me-"

"I will give you a chance to run before It is I who ends your life!"

"Shit!"

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[lilysarrow]

mean girl nmixx next?!

⟡﹒⊂⊃ mean girls nmixx ! . 🩷

synopsis: what if nmixx were mean girls?

pairing: ot7 nmixx x f!reader

note: okay but hear me out, them as mean girls? yes ma’am. i mean, they all fit the description (especially jiwoo).

lily morrow + oh haewon (change ups)

lily would definitely be the type to completely bully you until you cry a little, then comfort you completely after. the switch up she does with you is honestly so crazy.. she’s so sweet yet a nasty bitch at the same time..

“pfft.. i mean, if i’m not wrong, just look at you!”

“i’m sorry, okay? just please stop the waterworks. you’ll get your cheap tears on my designer top.”

haewon would be so cruel to you at the start. and I mean VERY cruel. she’ll be the rudest ever, and then when you cry? she has to wipe your tears..with gloves on?! i guess she really means she doesn’t want tears on her while she hugs you.

“loserrr! you just think you’re all that because you’re smart? nerdd!”

“okay, okay, can you calm down?! i didn’t mean it. you’re smart.. but it doesn’t make you a nerd.”

jang kyujin + kim jiwoo (change ups)

kyujin is the cat of the group, so that means she will never stop comparing you to random animals that you probably don’t look like. whether it’s a squirrel, a dog, or even a snake, that’s what you are to her. her change up? speechless.

“you look like a damn squirrel! you’re not talking to me like that, right you little shit?!”

“i-i.. well.. I didn’t mean to call you a squirrel. what I meant to call you was a angel”

jiwoo literally has that attitude of a goddamn meangirl. her visuals, facial expressions, everything. the change up isn’t no “big wave”, it’s a big splash of compliments she will shower you with until you tell her what she owes you.

“oh I’m ugly? you’re the one with the fucked up glasses!”

“you’re pretty, you’re cute, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re my world, you’re everythi—oh come on!”

seol yoona + bae jinsol + choi jinni

sullyoon never fails to annoy the shit out of you while bullying you completely. if you even talk back to her, she’ll just start singing a random song to block out what garbage you’re saying. and your head is spinning around and round because your head is going in like: “when will she stop that..?”

“love me like this! love me like thaaat!”

“love me like this and i’ll love you right BAAACK!”

bae is the type to insult you but immediately stutters after you gave her a hard insult back. she’s just speechless on how you even get good insults like those?! like, you just said (insert insult), and she just went silent!

“i-i.. well.. y-you look like a—an..um..”

jinni never fails to always go around every day when she sees you calling you the word almost every mean girl uses. “ugly”. she will literally have to keep telling you that the moment you pass each other or see each other at the lockers.

“hey, you’re ugly! wanted to remind you for the (really gigantic number) time!”