#but i’m the simp

[boba-beom]

evie my heart fell (for beomgyu) but also for your writing, it was written so prettily :(

from beomgyu indirectly saying it’s for his crush and then for you to hear it at the concert?! gosh that feeling of him looking your way as he sings it to so many people :’) it makes my heart flutter 🥰 and the way reader had to think abt having to share their beomgyu 😔🫶🏼

also peach eyes 😭 this is gonna be something I associate with the song whenever I listen to it! this is literally going to have my sobbing when I watch his wonder performance too. everything’s starting to remind me of beomgyu but I’m far from complaining 🥹

can I just say, my favourite parts were, “I owe you a date for making you cry.” and, “please let me keep writing for you.” “I’ll write for you forever if you let me.”

peach eyes *ੈ 🍑⸝⸝ ༘⋆ choi beomgyu

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ peach eyes - wave to earth

⋆ pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

⋆ summary: beomgyu's love songs have always only had one muse, and he thinks it's high time you start getting credit for that

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: fluff, pining, gyu is in a band, f2l, public confession

⋆ word count: 1.3k

a/n: THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD LMAO i wrote this in like an hour or so bc i could not stop yapping about fanlive wonder beomgyu he can save me any day!!!! . and um well i was also thinking abt beomgyu being w2e coded so this is the result of my delusions (im insannenenne) ANYWAY ENJOY BC I DEFINITELY ENJOYED WRITING THIS

“oh, when’d you write this one, beomie?” 

beomgyu has endless entries in his journal dedicated to you. he can't find the words to describe you normally, but as the muse to all his songs, only his lyrics can ever portray the beauty he sees in you. 

you get the privilege of hearing his songs in their most raw. it’s his way of being completely vulnerable with you, sharing the pages of his journal that not even his band members have seen. secretly, he hopes you catch on and realize that these flowery words are not from his reimaginations of romance movies. no – they’re all about you. 

that’s what’s happening right now. you’re sprawled out on his bed, flipping through his journal as if it wasn’t his most prized possession, while he sat on his desk trying to work through his audio files. your eyes scan through the page, titles scribbled all over until you find the one left untouched called ‘peach eyes.’ 

“just a week ago or something. i think the guys want to play it on our next gig,” his chair swivels towards you as he asks for your opinion. beomgyu appears nervous, even if it is just the two of you in his room – an occurrence that has become part of his weekends ever since you met. he’s trying to gauge your reaction, following the direction of your stare on his notebook. “what do you think?”

“hmm, well…” you turn to beomgyu, head tilted in thought. “i’d have to hear it for a full review, don’t you think?” your voice comes out teasing, accompanied by a grin that makes beomgyu want to whip out his guitar and play the song for you as many times as you want, any time of day. if you called at three in the morning, he would still say yes.

but choi beomgyu has bigger plans for this one particular song. so while it pains him to see your pouting, he surprisingly says no.

this is the first time beomgyu has ever refused to play a song for you in the time that you’ve become his songwriting confidant. you know he’s always valued your thoughts, which makes you wonder why he’s suddenly closed off about this one specific song. a love song, at that. 

you audibly gasp, exaggerating your reaction to his rejection. “did you… maybe… get a crush, beomie?” he blinks repeatedly, taken aback by your question. “is that why you won’t play it for me? is it just for them?” 

“you’re silly,” he laughs it off. “i’m saving it for the show.. but i guess, you’re not exactly wrong.” 

“i guess i’ll have to come watch to hear it, huh?” you shut his notebook before sitting up. “my days as your first listener are over.” his laughter echoes throughout the room, and you can’t help but grin at how you make him brighten up. whoever he has his eyes on will definitely enjoy hearing not only the melodies he writes, but the ones that naturally flow when he speaks. beomgyu’s voice enchants you in every which way, even when he says something stupid. 

or ominous. like how he smiles mischievously, shrugging and says, “whatever you think, babe.” 

*ੈ 🍑⸝⸝  ༘⋆

today’s the day.

beomgyu’s band is playing at an outdoor festival today, and you made it a point to be in front-row of the crowd. you always joke about how you’ll have bragging rights for being one of his earliest fans when he starts hitting it big. for some reason, though, today, you’re scanning through people more often than usual. maybe you’ll meet ‘peach eyes’ in this show, and you’ll have to share your bragging rights (and your beomgyu) with someone else. 

swallowing thickly, you try to shake that odd feeling off your chest. you see the staff cleaning up from the last set and taking out a stool to put in the middle of the stage. beomgyu’s band has performed a few songs already, and as far as you know, this next one must be one of their last in the setlist.

the sun has faded into the skyline; a mesh of purple and pink illuminates the stage as you see beomgyu come out. he looks disheveled from the intensity of the other songs, but in his white button-up, rolled up sleeves, and brown hair hovering over his eyes, you think it’s the most charming he’s ever looked. 

you’re proven wrong once you see him prop himself on the stool and reach out for his electric guitar, donning a smile that knows he looks alluring to every person in the crowd. for beomgyu, he only hopes it works on you.

“how’s everyone tonight?” he speaks into the mic, cradling the guitar to his chest. “this next song is a new one. i haven’t played it for anyone yet, but there is someone tonight that i hope likes it more than anyone else..” 

“mostly because this song is about them,” the crowd is oozing excitement and curiosity. beomgyu laughs and prepares himself for the performance, but not before he scans the crowd quickly and finds you. his eyes are looking straight into you as he speaks tenderly, an affection saved for you,  “you’ll know who you are, right?”

you’re not foreign to the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you hear beomgyu sing and play his guitar.

you shouldn’t be so flustered. not when he’s played for you in his bedroom, where your legs have rested on top of each other as he wrote lyrics; where he’s sat you on his lap and rested his hand on yours while trying to teach you the chords to your favorite song; where he’s sang you to sleep.

tonight, though, in the vast space of the field and grandeur of the stage, it feels like his bedroom again with the way he doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he sings into the mic. like you were the only two people there. 

its on the moonlight how many songs i write you’ll be my sunlight how could i not rely on you peach eyes

hearing the lyrics with his voice changes the meaning of the song entirely to you. reading a love letter will always be different to hearing someone profess their love to you, and it seems like beomgyu is doing exactly that. the sunset makes him look otherworldly; like a prince has come to ask for your hand.

your eyes are watering as you recall all the other songs he’s played for you. more than that, you remember the loving gazes and gentle touches he’s saved for you each time you enter his room and hear a new world of romantic metaphors and thoughtful harmonies. all about you. all for you. 

by the time beomgyu finishes his performance and sets his guitar back on the stand, your tears have gone down your face. beomgyu laughs affectionately, cooing from the stage. he takes the mic and looks your way again, “i owe you a date for making you cry, but i’m glad you liked the song.” 

you don’t expect beomgyu to move away from the stage, but he’s coming down from the steps and making his way to your part of the crowd until he’s right in front of you. he could give less shits about the barricade between you as he takes you into a warm embrace, letting you bury your tear-stained face on his shoulder and gently caressing your hair.

he moves the mic away from his mouth and whispers to you, “please let me keep writing for you,” he pulls away and tucks a hair behind your ear. “i’ll write for you forever if you let me.”

how could you possibly say no to that?

[space-owl]

Episode 5: aw he’s just a silly little guy!

Episode 8: oh he’s a bit fucked up actually!

[hawkinsbnbg]

Rockstar Eddie Munson had a youtube channel where he uploaded short vlogs about him and his husband.

Sometimes it was an inside joke they shared, Eddie would say “elegante” in a perfect Spanish accent and Steve would giggle until his face turned red, leaving their audience confused.

Today, it was Steve recording their video. He did his little wave at the camera and then aimed it at Eddie who was lounging on the couch, reading a thick book with glasses.

Steve: Babe,

Eddie, tilting his head slightly: Yeah?

Steve: I’m always right, isn’t it?

Eddie, still unaware he’s being recorded: Depends on the context. *pauses for 3 seconds and blinks* Actually, I think you’ll be right in any context.

Steve, laughing behind the camera: Then what if I say ABBA is superior to Black Sabbath?

Eddie, finally looking up from his book and staring at the camera dead in the eyes: That's not context. That’s blasphemy.

Steve, turning the camera back to himself: See? All men do is lie.

Eddie, in the background: I always love you, sweetheart, but there got to be a limit—

The video ended before Steve’s response could be heard. But everyone knew it was all fine, because the next day, Eddie Munson and his husband were spotted happily making eyes over a milkshake in some random diner.

[shimiyass]

Happy belated new year, guys😭

[butteronabun]

i just want you to take me where your heart is

a diluc ragnvindr x female reader highschool au.

overview: and who could possibly be the golden boy’s type?

wc: 2k

notes: imagine diluc with his hair down in this one. and also. diluc’s father hasn’t d-worded in this au so he’s the happy diluc we all know and love before shit hit the fan ( we still love him even after shit hit the fan tho )

Diluc Ragnvindr is prim and proper. Chivalrous and well–mannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker. 

And of course, he’s every girl’s dream guy. 

“. . . And yet, he’s still single,” Kaeya remarks with a smirk, and his friends around him laugh in unison. 

Currently, he’s eating lunch with them in the campus’ outdoor park — a place of tranquility where some students prefer to hang. Instead of being involved in the hustle and bustle of what goes on in their cafeteria, be it your average food fights or impromptu musicals incited by a certain twin–braided man, said outdoor park was a better option for these lads to unwind.

“You know, I used to think that he and Jean would look good together,” a friend of Kaeya says, and they all turn to him. “She’s just like him: elegant and grades conscious. Takes part in student governments and volunteers to school events. Plus, she’s drop dead gorgeous! With her brilliant blue eyes and smooth blond hair, oh, if I was Diluc - I would not hesitate to date her!”

“Nah, I think Lumine is better,” They all glance next to their right. “She’s sporty, and she can definitely keep up with Diluc. She aces her tests without any difficulty, despite doing a part–time job every night with her brother in a nearby coffee shop, and it’s rumored that she makes the best drinks! Moreover, she’s a beauty. That’s why she keeps on receiving loads of love letters during the Windblume Festival every year, so it will not be surprising if she’ll be getting them again!”

Ah, yes. The Windblume Festival is fast approaching—now that January is about to end, in the next two weeks, Brightcrown High School’s air will surely be filled with nothing but endless romance.

Kaeya gazes up above, where a giant tree shadows their figures with its bright green leaves. The sunlight filters through the gaps and he basks into this moment of peace. He then adds playfully, “And Diluc will be busy tidying up his locker once more, because it will be filled with chocolates and letters.”

“What?! Does he even eat them? Tell him that he can donate, you know!”

Kaeya huffs, “My brother won’t even give me a piece, what makes you think he’ll hand you one?” 

He remembers the time that Diluc had been so overwhelmed by the plethora of sweets, and yet seemed so appreciative about it. Father was just proud of the older son’s popularity. Kaeya offered to help him consume them all as a joke, but Diluc shook his head vigorously, saying that he shouldn’t, and that “they all worked hard for this”, and it was right that he only eat them.

How adorable of him, really.

Plus, Diluc even read the letters one by one. No matter how cringe or sickeningly sweet they were, Diluc read them all. And Kaeya wasn’t even shocked that there was no judgment in his face. 

Diluc was just grateful for the gifts. Bashful, indeed, and sometimes he was not sure what to feel, but he was grateful.

“So, Diluc. Who will it be? Jean or Lumine?” Kaeya questions with a grin that afternoon, when the Windblume Festival is finally in full swing. 

Diluc raises his head from the paper he’s answering — it’s a survey given to him by one of the juniors for their research subject — and frowns. “What brought this on? Why am I suddenly choosing between two friends?”

“Oh come on, you weren’t even listening!” Kaeya pouts, before sitting on a nearby desk. 

After exploring the premises for some snacks and attractions, the brothers decided to stay inside an empty classroom for a while. They can hear some cheers from the outside, loud declarations of love and squeals from the majority, that surely Diluc thinks would be a delight for Kaeya, but has opted to accompany him instead.

“I was.” Diluc purses his lips, and hears laughter echoing through the halls as students run and get chased by disciplinary officers. “You and your friends were talking about the girls and I. I just don’t understand why you want me to choose. And be careful, you might fall. Don’t move so much.”

“Cooome on, Diluc,” Kaeya groans as he leans, “We’re sixteen, aren’t we? Father says we’re at that age, after all. By that, I meant, where we’re all supposed to be dating and courting?”

Diluc feels his cheeks slightly heat up from the words that escaped from Kaeya’s mouth. He returns to his duty of answering the survey. ( As if he needed to, when he was already done. ) “And I told you countless times that I’m not interested. Need I remind you that I don’t have the time for it. You know I still have to prepare for college, and that I have to keep an eye on my varsity scholarship, and—“

“Yadda, yadda, yadda——“

“Don’t yadda me, Kaeya. That’s just how it is.”

“You seriously aren’t interested?” Kaeya prods.

Diluc shoots him a firm stare. “Absolutely positive.”

And Kaeya sticks his tongue before hopping from the desk and making his way to the door. “Fine. But don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.” Diluc watches his retreating back. “I’ll make sure to find you a lady, and it’ll be your type, and you’ll fall in love.”

Kaeya pulls the door open. He confidently says, “It’ll be inevitable, Diluc. Inevitable!”

A small smile creeps its way to Diluc’s lips, finding this all amusing. “Then I wish you the best of luck.”

Kaeya huffs, not liking that Diluc seems so smug and unbothered by it, then leaves.

Diluc waits for a while. And waits. 

And waits, until he blinks, checks his survey, before sighing heavily. 

A brilliant shade of red coats his pale cheeks, and he buries his face in his hands.

Dating. Courting. The type of lady Diluc likes? Yeah. Diluc already has found his type. 

( Kaeya doesn’t have to know yet. He hates lying, but it’s too soon. Maybe someday. If Diluc can face his feelings first. )

So, hear, hear! He’s not missing out, in spite of what his friends say.

This person is not what everyone expects; it’s not the formal and polite Jean who can deliver a speech eloquently, nor the radiant and loyal Lumine that they want to push toward his direction.

Instead. . .it’s someone else.

And that someone else dropped a bowl of soup to Principal Varka’s white slacks. That someone else triggered the anger of a certain math teacher because she climbed the roof so carelessly during class to fly a kite. That someone else got into detention and instead of writing I’ll be good from now on one hundred times, spent the day with the others in that session to tell ghost stories.

That someone else was you, who wasn’t like Jean or Lumine. That someone else was you—the you, who was his exact opposite, and yet managed to capture his heart. 

You are one of Mond High’s known troublemakers, and apparently, he has fallen victim to your charms.

Maybe it began when you were just snickering with your buddies in the library despite the librarian‘s persistent shushing. He was solving his quadratic formula worksheets back then, and he was impressed that even if you were fooling around, you were in the library to actually learn more about the cardiovascular system, with the help of a fellow friend. 

(“I will be proud to say that the one that carries the blood away from the heart is. . . arteries!”

“You’re right!”

“Yay!!”

“Shh!”) 

Or maybe it began when you witnessed that one student who humiliated himself by accidentally slipping on the wet floor in the cafeteria, and everyone sans Diluc laughed.  Then you came to his rescue, marching in the middle with all the attention on you. 

You didn’t offer your hand. 

But you purposefully slipped instead, and even had the most embarrassing fall. The cafeteria became noisier because of you, and Diluc, baffled at first, found himself chuckling soon after.

Actually, no. 

He didn’t fall in love with you during those times. These were the times in his life that led to this one very moment—

When the Favonious Birds lost the tournament, Diluc was sulking in the playground, all by himself. He took the blame despite Kaeya and his friends denying it, but he knew better. If Diluc had just made it quickly to the ring, their team could’ve been victorious and brought the trophy home.

But alas, it was just an if. It didn’t happen.

Then, something wet drops in his hair. Then his arm. And nose. It was about to rain, and Diluc just grunted, not caring one bit. He was sure Adelinde would make a fuss about it, or his father would pester him for his carelessness, but he wasn’t in the mood to leave his spot just yet.

Let the rain wash away his sorrows.

Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. 

“Don’t match with the gloomy weather now.”

Diluc slowly lifted his head, wondering who spoke and what covered his pathetic and hunched form that was wallowing in despair. And his eyes grew wide when he saw you, almost bending with an umbrella in hand, sheltering you and him from the incoming downpour.

You smiled down at him, “There it is. Keep your head up, King! Your crown is falling.” 

And Diluc’s heart skipped a beat the same time a thunder rumbled from the distance. “W–what. . . ?”

You continued, “I don’t know what got you all so sad, but everything will be fine soon! I’m sure of it! After all, once the rain passes, there will be a rainbow!” Then, you grabbed his cold and even bigger hand, and Diluc, at that split second, felt the static. You didn’t even react. But your hand was warm, and Diluc’s chest was, too. 

Dumbfounded, he let you guide his fingers. It only came to him long after that he was gripping a metal handle. “Have my umbrella! I hope this will make your day a little better, and if it doesn’t. . . well, at least I tried. But I have to go now!”

You quickly put the hood over your head when the rain grew stronger. Diluc, concerned over your well–being, finally regained his composure to protest. “But what about you— hey. . . !”

He watched you run and wave, bidding farewell. “You don’t have to return it to me! It’s all yours! I really have to go, so see you, maybe? Bye!”

“But. . . !”

And Diluc. . . Diluc could catch you if he wanted. He could sprint and return the umbrella to its rightful owner, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he remained in his position. 

And his heart— oh, his heart. His heart couldn’t stop pounding that day.

You are Diluc’s first love. 

That is established. 

The thing is, this is a secret. No one knows yet. Just him.

He’s never felt this towards anyone before. You are his first.

( And hopefully the last. )

You’re different from everyone else. You’re different from him. You have your own unique methods of doing things. You have your own way of paving your path. You are the artist to your own canvas; the director of your own film.

You are like the sun. You brighten everyone’s day with your presence, and you also shine, because Diluc can’t keep his eyes off of you whenever you’re in the vicinity.

He knows that this is really an unexpected outcome – him, who was definitely out of your league and vice versa, catching feelings for someone like you.

( Someone like you who is free in life, and Diluc wants to feel that, even just for a bit, with you. )

But like before, all he can do is merely daydream and wonder about the what–ifs. What will it be like to be your friend? Will he experience all the shenanigans that you ensue? Will he also fly a kite with you? Will he get into detention?

Yet this is unbecoming. Improper. Inappropriate for someone like him—for the eldest son of the Ragnvindrs and for the next heir of the winery. He can’t indulge into lighthearted affairs or mischief. He’s supposed to be responsible and disciplined. A man of propriety.

So all he can ever do is have these thoughts. Just thoughts. He has more important matters to attend to, like college applications, training, lessons in handling the in winery business. . . 

And . . . there’s no way that you’ll approach him again, right? 

Diluc knows to himself that can do it instead, you know. He can approach you if he must, but . . . he’s just so shy. 

And a lot of people are always around you. So who is he to burst your bubble, when you seem so finally content with your life?

Diluc peeks from the open windows and sees couples holding hands and sharing kisses. Briefly, he imagines what it would be like to experience romantic love during Windblume.

He feels his cheeks steam again. 

Kaeya will surely have a field day once he sees his older brother being lovesick like this.

You really are one of Mond High’s troublemakers. And it’s not only because you prank your friends or piss off the teachers, but you make it hard for him to focus. 

Just thinking of you never fails to make his heart perform somersaults.

He is Diluc Ragnvindr. Prim and proper. Chivalrous and well–mannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker. 

He is not every girl’s dream guy. 

Because unfortunately, the girl he likes doesn’t even see him in a romantic light.

[skyrim-forever]

My toxic trait is that if they rereleased Skyrim and all they did was add more marriage candidates I’d buy it

[empyrangel]

A little late but I made Natlan edits

Anyone can use them for whatever if they want

[rasoyas]

morty could glance at bella because of routing mechanics and i would sob and cry and take 3 million screenshots

[poohbea]

TOJI FUSHIGURO | JJK S2 Trailer

[moroniccats]

Once again asking people to rifle through canon and find me their favorite quotes of:

Dr John H. Watson being an absolute bisexual disaster

Literally there is no helping this man. You KNOW he’s hopeless when he says shit like “As I looked at his dark and expressive face I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery and masterful men. There were pride, valor, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes…” He has known this man for less than two days, and he’s already like ‘yeah, I’d die for you.’

Less popular but no less ridiculous are his…intense…descriptions of Mr and Mrs Trelawny Hope: “Dark, clear-cut, and elegant, hardly yet of middle age, and endowed with every beauty of body and of mind…”

“A moment later our modest apartment…was further honored by the entrance of the most lovely woman in London…no description of it, and no contemplation of colourless photographs, had prepared me for the subtle, delicate charm and the beautiful coloring of that exquisite head.”

“His handsome face was distorted with a spasm of despair…for a moment we caught a glimpse of the natural man, impulsive, ardent, keenly sensitive.”

“It was a queenly presence - tall, graceful, and intensely womanly.”

Every person he meets is the hottest person he’s ever met. Everyone is sexy to him and he makes it our problem. We love him for it.

[zoeysdamn]

Rough sketches of the witcher AU nobody asked for, yet I can’t help but simp 😔🤌🏻

[paper-lilypie]

might wanna quiet down before you piss him off

[floofanflurr]

WELL. FUCK. HE’S HOT AS A PIRATE.

yeah jack sparrow is my reference

[hawkinsbnbg]

Eddie tried to look after his sweetheart and took safety precautions seriously whenever they had sex.

And yet, those condoms he had stashed away in every nook and cranny in their shared apartment never got used.

Because every time he took out one, Steve would sniffle, “You don't love me anymore?”

And every time, Eddie would fold like a house of cards, standing no chance against those teary eyes and pouty lips.

Good thing that Eddie had already bought the ring and written his vow.

After all, who was he to deny his girl anything even when it was impossible?

[angeldogart]

Overall pretty self explanatory, I’m a simp and I wanted to draw a background which is very unlike me

[science-hoes]

Accidentally getting pregnant with Cooper Howard’s baby because radiation is not a full guarantee to kill swimmers ✨

Not realizing you’re pregnant because he can’t keep his hands off you and you’re constantly taking rad away for what you think are radiation sickness symptoms 🫶🏼

Eventually realizing you’re pregnant months later because you have definitely not been eating enough for your pants to be tight 🌸

Giving Cooper a second chance at a family with a child who is incredibly immune to radiation because you were taking rad away the whole time on accident ❤️