#can you tell ive done too many face studies

[dennisboobs]

@absolutely-not-my-main-blog are you saying i should continue writing the deranged dennis eyebrow Art Tips post ive had in drafts for Too Long

[goldessia]

megumi fushiguro was my best friend. but, sometimes, he would lose his temper.

i would never tell him, but, some part of me has feelings for him. in fear of losing our friendship i cherished so dearly, i’ve kept my mouth shut for years.

yet, we both sort of had an unspoken understanding that while we were still friends, relationships with other people were out of the question.

he made that clear, and i did, too.

sometimes, this confused me. especially after a club night out with our friends.

gods know how many shots ive taken. with college exams coming soon, this was the only night i could truly let loose until i’m strapped to my desk all week studying. so, i had a little fun.

megumi’s friend, nobara, whom i made quick friends with, was equally as wasted as me.

the room was spinning, and my head felt light. she and i decided it was the perfect time for karaoke, which is what we did.

truthfully, i didn’t know what i was singing. for all i know, i’m probably just mumbling the lyrics, which is the best my mind could handle.

i feel someone grab my arm.

“y/n, what the hell are you doing?”

a voice says, yet the words are like an echo in the back of my mind.

i turn my head, laughter bubbling in my chest as my vision focuses on what i recognized to be megumi.

“‘gumi!” i laughed, losing my footing and falling atop of him. he inhaled a breath and steadied me. “we’re— we’re singing! come on, join!”

“you’re barely able to make sentences.” he yells over the loud music, “how much did you drink?”

i hiccup. “i don’t.. i don’t know, why doessit matter?”

“i brought you here to meet my friends, not to get blackout fucking wasted!”

my brows furrow. “megumi..”

“fuck—“ his hand rips off of me, “i can’t leave you alone for one second. why do you always do this?”

nobara’s arm wraps around my shoulders, “hey, stop yelling at my new girlfriend here!”

“what are you talking about, ‘girlfriend’?”

she laughs, resting her weight atop of me. “of course.” she presses a dramatic, loud kiss on my lips.

i laugh loudly, nearly falling backwards before nobara’s hand steadied me.

“what the fuck—“ megumi pushes nobara off of me. “what the fuck are you doing?!”

“calm down, fushiguro! just girls being girls—“

“you’re fucking wasted! go find itadori. y/n, we’re leaving—“

“but i’m hic i’m having fun!”

“stop with this bullshit.”

he grabbed my arm. hard.

“we’re leaving. now. and we’re sobering you up.”

and despite my protests, and my hand slapping his shoulder, he successfully dragged me outside the club.

“let go of me!” i screeched, pushing him away from me. “calm the fuck down. why are you being like this?”

“god, you’re so stupid sometimes.” he says under his breath, grabbing his keys from his pocket, “let’s go, we’re going home.”

“i’m not going anywhere with you.”

my head bangs.

“yes,” he inhaled, “yes, you are.”

“you’re being such a dick!” i scoff, “i was having fun, bonding with your friends like you wanted me to!”

“itadori was off making out with some girl. you were singing like a fucking idiot, and you go and kiss nobara? you call that bonding?”

“that was a joke. a fucking joke, megumi! you’re make a big deal about nothing—“

“just, shut up! you’re drunk, and you would have never done that if you weren’t so drunk you could barely stand.”

“don’t talk to me like that.” i frown. i feel my vision going blurry.

god, i hate being such an emotional drunk.

he turns away, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. his hands run through his hair as he starts pacing away from me.

“why do you even care that i kissed her?”

he stops. turns. “you— i don’t.”

“you obviously fucking do! look at how you’re reacting.” i slap my hands on my thighs. “what, do you have a crush on me or something? are you jealous?”

his face changes. anger, to confusion. confusion, to sadness. then, back to anger.

“don’t be stupid.”

“well, apparently that’s all i am, isn’t it? that’s all you can say i am right now.”

he paces toward me till he is standing right in front of me. his eyes scan my face.

“i’m not jealous. i don’t have a crush on you. you’re only saying that because you’re drunk— i’d never have a crush on you. are you dense?”

and i say.. nothing.

i look down to my hands. i can barely see the shaking image of them, until i clench my fists.

“is it that putrid of an idea for you? the idea of a relationship with me is disgusting?”

“you know that’s not what i said.”

“do i?”

he stares. i stare. eyes piercing into eachothers soul. maybe it’s the alcohol, but i don’t think my heart has ever hurt more then it did before this moment.

and that’s when i break.

tears flow before i can stop them.

i nearly damn crumble to my knees— all feeling in my body gone, numb.

“y/n?”

“fuck— you— god!” my voice cracks as i speak, a sob breaking through my body.

“shit.” he whispers. “shit, shit, shit. c’mere.” he pulls me into his arms. i want to push away, but i can’t. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

he shushes me. and i shouldn’t feel comfort, since his words were the ones that brought me pain, but i do.

“i didn’t— i didn’t mean what i said.” he says next to my ear as a hand runs over my hair, “i’m sorry. i’m sorry, y/n, i’m—“

he sighs.

i cry, and i cry until i can’t anymore. slowly, i inhale a breath.

“you know..” i start, voice scratchy. “we would make a horrible couple.”

he stills.

“y/n, you know i—..” he stops. “i didn’t mean what i said. any of it. i..”

i pull away, looking to see his expression. he’s distraught, and almost panicked.

“you’re..” he huffs. “you’re probably right.”

i give a faint smile.

why, why did i say that?

my heart burns. i want to reach out and tell him it wasn’t true, that i was willing to try even if we argued like this everyday. that i didn’t care, that i was willing to if it meant we belonged to eachother.

instead, i say,

“yeah. yeah, um.. i just— we wouldn’t.. i don’t think we would ever—“

“i understand.” he nods. he gives a small smile, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “we’re probably better off as friends.

no, no— that isn’t what i think.

“yeah.. friends.”

[lync-lay]

my cute barista

ੈ✩‧₊˚ - barista jake! x coffee hater reader!

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ - not proofread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ - genre: fluff

ੈ✩‧₊˚ - synopsis: your best friend, jay, drags you out to the local coffee shop on campus for a study session. the catch is, you hate coffee and no barista has ever successfully made you something you actually enjoyed. until, one does. as each day passes, you return to the shop, not only for the drink, but the cute barista who makes it.

summer has just recently ended, marking the official start of comfy sweaters and ugg boots on campus. the leaves are starting to change colors and the weather is much colder. this is the time of year that calms you down and keeps you in bed all day. and i love it.

its morning, and as i'm laying in bed casually watching a movie, i feel my phone begin to ring next to me. rolling over to grab it off the charger, i see that my best friend, jay, is calling. jay and i have been best friends since elementary. we are inseperable and were lucky enough to be accepted into the same university.

"hello?" i say into my phone.

"goooooood morningggggg y/nnnnnnnn!" jay says, on the other line, accentuating his words. ever since we were kids, he has always been a morning person. me on the other hand, is not.

"omg jay why are you so loud its like 8 am right now." i expressed.

"its a great morning. im honestly surpised you're even up at this time."

"yeah same but i woke up like an hour ago and couldn't fall back asleep. so im just watching a movie and admiring this very calming weather."

"well im glad you're up because i was wondering if you would want to go to the cafe on campus with me and study?...please?" he asked.

i hate coffee. the taste is bitter and unpleasant and occasionally, the smell gives me a headache. jay knows this so to say that i am surprised he even asked is an understatment.

"jay i-"

"look y/n i know you despise coffee but please. you don't have to get that, theres so many other options. and i also need my study buddy with me...please?" he pleads.

jay isnt aware of how many times ive been to a coffee shop, ordered something other than coffee, and hated it. so i doubt i will be ordering anything but he's my best friend so, i agree to go.

"fine, i'll go with you but i can't guarrantee ill have a good time." i say with a sigh.

"be so for real y/n...it's a study session, you won't have a good time. but ill be there, so you will have a good time." he explains.

silence hangs over the call for a few seconds.

"jay...im gonna hold your hand when i say this...that made no sense" i confess.

"mhm i know. ill be at your dorm in 15" he hangs up.

jay arrives when he says he will, 15 minutes. and next thing i know were off to the campus coffee shop. i'm kind of dreading going because i don't know what i'm gonna get. probably just an ice water. at least i can try and get some work done.

on our walk, jay tells me about a girl he's trying to impress and i give him advice per usual. he then goes on to explain how he really needs to study some form of math formula. im too busy admiring the autumn weather to respond. suddenly, we arrive at the coffee shop.

walking in, the aroma of coffee hits me immediately. the sound of cups shaking, ice, and brewing machines reminds me why i stopped coming to coffee shops.

"what are you gonna get" i ask jay.

"im gonna get an iced americano" he responds.

"what is that..."

"it's like cold black coffee poured over ice water"

"that actually sounds terrible. how do you enjoy that?" i ask, my facial expressions scrunching.

"it wakes me up niceeeee and gooooood." he taunts me.

"next" the barista yells.

oh my gosh. the barista is hands down, the finest man i have ever seen in my entire life. as jay and i walk up, i have suddenly lost the ability to speak. my legs feel like jelly and my heart is beating out of my chest.

"what can i get for you guys" the barista asks. my eyes suddenly make a b-line from his face to the name tag on his apron. jake, his name is jake. while jay places his order, my eyes are glued to jake. the way his hair is slicked back with a strand hanging by his forehead, the way his veiny hands type in the order, the way he flashes that perfect smile. i'm so entranced, i didn't even realize that he asked me a question.

"im sorry what did you say?" i apologize.

"i asked what i can get for you" jake asks me, flashing that deadly smile of his.

"um, i actually really dislike coffee. so i don't really know what i want."

he shakes his head slowly and places a finger over his mouth, obviously thinking of an alternative to my problem. wow, he is beautiful.

"this is gonna be a little risky but i'm gonna recommend that you try a matcha latte. it's kind of a hard drink to describe but i really enjoy it and its nothing like coffee." he explains.

"okay, i'll try that." i respond with a smile, my cheeks heating up from our small interation.

"alright perfect, so just an iced americano and an iced matcha latte. and because its your first matcha, it's on the house. so the total is $4.50" he states.

"omg really? thanks bro. this girl has hated coffee for so long so hopefully she'll like this." jay says with gratitude.

"no problem! i hope she likes it too." he flashes me a warm smile.

"whats the name for the order?" jake asks.

"jay".

"alright, that'll be done here shortly".

we walk over to find an empty table and take out our school stuff to start studying. all i can think of his jake and his charm. i turn over to see him taking orders and working on drinks. the way he moves around to different stations is so attractive.

"y/n will you please stop making googly eyes at the barista?" jay says, snapping me back to reality.

"i can't help it. he is actually so cute jay." i expressed with a sigh.

only a couple minutes pass when jake suddenly calls for jay, notifiying that his order is ready. jay grabs the order and the entire time im looking at jake. jay grabs the drink from him and jakes eyes pan over to be, giving me that smile once again. he's so attractive.

"here, he says he made it extra special in hopes that you would like it". jay hands me my drink and sits back down.

i'm a little nervous to try it. the green color is very offputting and i almost don't want it. but nonetheless, i gain some courage and take a sip. jay eyes me very seriously as i do so. i can understand why jake said it was a hard one to describe. i contemplate about the flavor, going back in for another sip.

"do you...like it? he asks me.

"suprisingly, yeah i do. a lot actually" a smile forms on my face as i continue to drink it.

"thank god you actually like something. now lets get to work".

unbeknownst to me, jake was behind the counter watching me. his heart began to be beat and smile creept on his face once he noticed that my drink was almost half way gone.

the sun rose slowly the next morning and the thought of going to class is killing me. all day yesterday, i couldn't stop thinking of that insanely cute barista, jake. his smile lingers in my head and that drink he made me was so delicious.

as im laying in bed, im suddenly hit with the craving of that drink and the cute barista who made it. i throw on my clothes for the day, grab my bag, and head to the coffee shop before my first class of the day. i have no idea if jake is working but i sure hope so.

as i walk in, i immediately see him. my heart begins to beat and my face is turning red. i realize that this time i dont have jay to hide behind and i contemplate if i should turn back. but it's too late because his eyes find mine, and he gives me the same sweet smile from yesterday.

the lines moves quickly and im suddenly at the counter, face to face with jake.

"hey, there." he smiles.

"hello." i smile back.

"no boyfriend today?" i give him a confused look. boyfriend? what boyfriend? oh, he must be thinking of jay.

"oh jay hahaha, he's not my boyfriend. he just my best friend who followed me to college." i laugh.

"oh okay i wasn't sure. it's not often a pretty girl like you walks in by herself." he tilts his head and winks.

oh. my. god. my cheeks begin to heat up and i can't help my smile from coming out. y/n get yourself together.

"well what can i get for you" he leans down on the counter, now being eye level to me.

"well i still hate coffee but i loved what you made me yesterday so that's what i would like." i say with a smile

"haha the iced matcha latte, you got it pretty girl. whats the name for order." he asks, eyes never leaving mine.

"y/n. and how much?" i ask.

"don't worry, i got this one."

"what? no, you got it yesterday jake. let me pay for it." i pleade.

"nope, like i said, i got it. it'll be done soon" he explains.

"thank you." i walk over to an empty table and immediately text jay. i explain to him how jake thought we we're together, then how he called me pretty twice, and gave me my drink for free. minutues pass and me and jay geek over mine and jakes interaction when i feel a soft hand being placed on my back.

"here ya go y/n," jake says with an endearing tone.

"oh thank you. i wasnt expecting you to bring it to me." i explain to him.

"well it's not busy so i thought i would come see you before you left." this man's charm is insane. his smile is something i could look at forever, and the way his aussie accent rolls off his tongue is so attractive.

"well thank you for the drink, im off to class now."

"will i be seeing you here again?" he ask, his brown eyes sparkling with hope.

"yes, i'll be back jake." i say with a laugh.

and i kept my word. everyday for the next two weeks, i went back to the cafe. i love my morning matcha (that he never let me pay for) but i also love seeing jake. his charm keeps me coming back for more.

this particular morning, i wake in the cafe to see jake already waiting for me with the matcha in his hand. the place wasn't busy so the boy walked straight up to me, and embraced me. his touch is warm and he smells of warm coffee and autumn spices.

"well isn't this a pleasant surprise" i say with a laugh as i reciprocate his embrace.

"we havent been busy and i was missing you so i made your matcha so you wouldn't have to wait." he confesses, cheeks turning slightly pink.

"aw well that's very sweet jake, i am actually in a rush so this is perfect" i smiled at him.

"well i wanted to ask you something, but you're in a rush so i wont keep you" he states, looking a litte disappointed.

"wait tell me, i can make some time for you." i expressed.

his eyes lock with mine and i can see a little bit of worry and nervousness in his expression.

"well, i know we havent known each other long but i really enjoy having you around. i come to this job everyday in hopes of seeing you every morning. i love making your matcha for you. and i want to get to know you more. what im trying to say is, would you want to go on a date with me?" he confessed, his entire face in worry.

"awww jake i absolutely would go on a date with you. i hate coffee but why do you think i come here everyday? to see your cute face" i explain.

he pulls me in for another hug. "oh my god, im so happy". he pulls away to look at me.

"it wouldve been really embarrassing if you said no cause i um, already wrote my number on your cup."

who wouldvr guessed that my hatred for coffee would turn into me falling for a barista who smells just like it.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ - a/n: hellooooo. hopefully you guys somewhat enjoyed this. this is my first fic after not writing since um...2020...so its definitely not perfect but i wanted to get something out there. nothing too long but i still hope you enjoyed.

[of-many-fandomss]

Top Gun request…

what about Jake is at the hospital with Javy while he gets a check up after nearly burning in and Jake takes a fancy to the nurse.

Happy writing.

Sorry I haven’t been writing very much, I’ve been busy 💕💕

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“Hey there, darlin’,” Jake flashed his swoon-worthy grin up at you as soon as you entered the room.

“Hey there, idiot that almost burned to death,” You greeted back like second nature, which was basically what it had become over the past two months.

“Any chance that I’m leaving today, doc?” The man asked, eyes not once leaving you as you began moving around the small hospital room.

You looked down at your clipboard and flipped the top page to read his where his status was at, acting as if you hadn’t already done so the second you got the papers, about twenty minutes ago.

“No, not today. Soon though.” You promised before shaking your head lightly, “And how many times do I have to tell you that I’m a nurse, not a doctor?”

His smile broadened across his face, “I dunno, maybe this concussion of mine is making it hard for me to remember things.”

As much as you tired to suppress it, a small chuckle left your lips at his words, “Your concussion has been over for about two weeks, and you know it.”

He frowned slightly, “After effects?” He tried, emitting a snort from you.

Walking over, you checked his IV, doing everything in your power not to look down, even though you felt his eyes burning into the side of your head.

“Alright, everything looks good here,” You took a step back, “Anything else I can do for you before I go?”

“How about a date?”

His answer took you aback. This was not apart of your normal routine. Every day, the two of you would start with the same greetings, then banter would ensue. But it never went this far.

“Wha-“

“When I get out of here, of course,” He rushed out to say, head tilting to the side a little bit as he studied you.

“I-I don’t know,” You stuttered out with wide eyes.

Sure, some playful flirting had been thrown into the mix within the past two months of his stay, but you never actually thought that the most handsome man to end up in your hospital would be interested in you for real.

“Think about it,” His smile softened, “But I would really like to take you out after all of this.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but a different voice stopped you, “Nurse?” A head popped in through the door, “You’re needed on the top floor.”

You couldn’t help but exhale a small huff at the timing, but nodded nonetheless, telling your colleague that you would be right there.

Quickly, you turned back towards him with a shy smile, “I would like that,” You whispered before hurrying out of the room, not wanting him to see your cheeks, that were burning a bright red.

Little did you know, though, was that you left far too quickly to even see a grin larger than any other he had ever given you sitting on his face proudly.

[shytastemakerthing]

hi id like to request a romantic twst matchup ^_^ i dont label my gender/sexuality and the way i present myself fluctuaes but i could consider myself as androgyne (he/she). im an afro-carib with caramel brown skin, 4a curly hair. im more on the chubby side with a round face (two moles on each side) and apple body shape. i have a bit of a resting bitch face as well.. and my voice is at most monotone amd flat.

im pretty calm and mellow most of the time.. like an observer in the background. im a soft-spoken guy. usually im relaxed and unshaken, though my motivation seems to come on a whim every other day so i may seem out of it at times. its easy to keep my composure for most things and keep my emotions in check.  i have tendencies to be passive-aggressive when provoked and im kinda stubborn but i swear that im chill and friendly.

its easy for me to pick up from setbacks. im naturally intelligent but i dont really study to keep it.. its not like i dont want because, im quite self-aware, its just the lack of motivation. im also quite clever when the time comes and people still seem surprised abt it. im also a realist and i tend to give advice rather than comfort when the time comes. when im around the people i love i seem more chatty that usual, not like super loud or outgoing but im def enjoying myself.

i also laugh at like everything even if its unfunny as hell. my humor is mostly sarcasm and satire tbh. i like trying new things for the sake of trying new things. i also like playing video games, indulging in my interests (drawing, fashion, movies, etc) or whatever seems to catch my eye. ive been wanting to get a bass guitar and grow a garden one day. im also told im quite good with babies but not toddlers. quite the pacifier. my love languages are quality time and parallel play and id like to receive acts of service and words of affirmation (or the ones i give). thanks!! ^_^

A/N: Hello and thank you so much for your request, anon! I do hope that you like your match-up! Enjoy!

Tw: None

I match you with..........

Ruggie Bucchi

Honestly, with how crazy his life is, between doing jobs for Leona, jobs for anyone else, trying to get his schoolwork done, being like an unofficial vice housewarden for Savanaclaw, he needs someone who is as calming as yourself, After such a long day, knowing that he could easily retreat into the safety and comfort of your arms makes his hyena beyond thrilled. It's his favorite part of the day.

Ruggie loved just how real you can be about things. Too many people just beat around the bush or try to sugar coat things when there are times where you just need the brutal honesty of a situation. Seeing how he grew up, it was easy to say that he had a similar mindset. Not everything is all sunshine and rainbows. So the fact that you'll just tell him things as they are, no beating around the bush or trying to make things better, it is something that he greatly admired about you.

Look at the hyena and tell me he isn't sarcastic in some way, shape, or form. Sure, he absolutely loved himself a good laugh, oh, but he just loved your sarcasm. It always brings a snicker out of him. This means he will also get sarcastic with you and at you, or crack some jokes as well, some being better than others.

Seeing how you keep your composure is something that's always impressed him (even more so if your the Ramshackle prefect, because if he was ripped out of his world, put in a brand new one where he knew absolutely nothing, put in a dorm that was falling apart at the very foundation, he didn't think he could keep his cool the way that you do), and he certainly thinks that a lot of the students here could learn a thing or two from you.

Oh, he absolutely loves your hair! He has seen hair like yours before, but not often. Now, he is a very dedicated partner (and also got some experience with a lot of the kids that were in the village he grew up in), meaning he learned everything about your specific style of hair. How to care for it, how to style it, the whole nine yards. If you ever need someone to work with and style your hair, he's the hyena for the job (he will even do it for free....... or maybe at least for a doughnut)

Overall, Ruggie is a very dedicated partner. He may not have much, but he finds anyway that he can be able to show that he can provide for you. Just the fact that you actually looked his way and gave him a chance means more to him than you could ever possibly know.

[fictionfixations]

saving for general lilia

Spoilers for book 5. i talk about it

was reading the remaining vignettes i have that i never got to to earn as many gems for lilia's banner (im assuming it'll be at least after or on the 6th? cause that's epel's birthday iirc and based on how it was ordered in the 'whats happening in may' thing, that means he and the book 7 update are probably after epel. either after epel or at the same time as epel.)

i dont have that many vignettes so ill probably end up using the few thaumarks i have (i keep running out of thaumarks sob. i have the thing that gives EXP and the vignette exp in dozens but thaumarks are just like 'nahh') to get a bunch of characters' vignette levels up so i can read their vignettes too

and probably do the remaining twistunes i havent. which i havent really done the white rabbit fest twistunes so thats that

and then figuring out which study partner is the closest to finishing all tasks so i can get those gems too

oh and missions too ig which i know theres one for leveling characters to [] and groovifying. because thats what i did when i was trying to get another card. which i regret because it. wasnt even a favorite. but id already committed because i wasnt gonna get those pulls back so i just. kept going.

id probably have so many more pulls if i just. didnt do that.

fhsudifhs

so anyway

(Floyd Labwear) look at him he looks so cute all happy like that

(Silver Labwear) Kalim??? this is not to say that i think kalim has something that makes him sleepy like silver. but i like to be a believer that kalims smarter than he appears to be (but he also has a certain worldview that makes him seem oblivious or dumb. he likes to see the silver lining. but he was also the one in book five to notice vil was going to do something (aka poison neige), because he 'saw a look on vil's face that reminded him of jamil back when...' and im running with that). and ive seen a headcanon of Kalim having dyslexia but nobody really noticed so he always just kinda felt like he was dumb for not getting it when it wasnt his fault. which. i am also running with that. i mean it could totally be because its just this huge block of text thats boring just trying to read it. but still.

oh silver... (dont think about it. they literally thought epel was a spoiled rich boy in like his own labwear vignette i think, just because of how he looks. i wouldnt put much stock in peoples opinions.)

i kind of wonder how silver became a guard or whatever (or will be one. cant remember which it was) for malleus if they can hit at any time. but also malleus doesnt actually need to be protected, so like...

noo precious :(((( (silver. i have something to tell you. doctors can be wrong. and there can also be things that doctors have never discovered.)

his eyes are so prettyyy

anyway im not having high hopes of getting him. (im also gonna get like the key from the. the. the. shop. i dont remember which shop it was but im getting the points to also get that. so thats 40 pulls. and then. then then. i f orgot what a one pull is. uh its 30 i think. so so 48 pulls. ...thats not too many. and im going to pray i get lucky. and if i dont, well tough luck theres no way im gonna muster up 52 pulls out of thin air.)

[zooophagous]

The irony of being a nigh deathless, immortal being and still spending so much time trapped in a sick bed was not lost on Strauss. To be sure, there was a time he might be content to sleep endlessly and only awaken to tend to an empty belly. But now? With so much going on?

It was like pulling teeth. Two of which he'd lost- spitting his broken fangs into a bed pan and futilely digging at his gums with his claws trying to fish out the roots the way a man might struggle with a husk of a popcorn kernel. Despite the heavy impact, he hadn't broken his teeth immediately. That came from the bad habit of shifting the loose fangs back and forth with his tongue out of boredom until the stress fracture finally caved to pressure.

No matter. Fangs were deciduous. They would return, as would the shattered femur in his leg and the collapsed lung and the many broken ribs. But it would take time. Time he did not have, if Sylvain was planning on escalating.

His thoughts were momentarily far away from her. Morphine was a pleasant distraction, it was easy to see why so many humans became addicted to it. Even with a pain tolerance like carbon steel- it helped kill boredom by forcing sleep.

Which he did, until a heaviness settled on the edge of the bed. He opened his eyes to see Artemis looking down at him with her face knit in concern and her arms crossed.

"You know. If you prefer sleeping in the sick bay over the dorms, you can just ask."

He smiled weakly at her.

"Guten Abend, Frau Van Helsing."

He sat up with a grunt. "You and I have much to discuss."

"I'll say. I hear you were quite the hero last night. Saved Sam's life at your own expense. Saved him from a much stronger vampire, too. That's impressive. It was very brave of you."

"Someone had to." He shrugged. "I suppose you know then, that Sylvain has returned."

"Troy told me. He also mentioned something about you meeting her before?"

"Yes, she ah... introduced herself on one of our outings. I didn't want to tell you. I was afraid if she were antagonized, she might lash out." He glanced down at the drip IV in his arm.

"Seems I was correct. Your ex has quite a temper."

"She wasn't always like this." Artemis shook her head. "I wish you'd told me sooner. We could have had time to prepare. You also shouldn't have gone out if you knew she was around. This could have ended much worse for you. For everyone."

"I know. It seems our habits of hiding things from one another have done nobody any favors." He sighed.

"What did she want from you?"

"She wanted me to abandon the Institute and come with her. Says she wants to "help" me. For what purpose, I cannot say. I doubt she has my benefit in mind."

"Her thought process is chaotic. It could be a ploy for anything. I wish I knew." Artemis shook her head.

"While you're here... I want to address the obvious. Artemis. About the other night, when we were... together."

"Oh, that. Don't worry about that. That was a mistake, no need to bring it up now."

"But I do need to bring it up."

He sat up more to look her properly in the eye.

"I didn't... harm you, did I?" He reached his hand towards hers.

"I would never want to impose myself on you. I often misread social cues. I wanted to apologize."

"Strauss." She looked away.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I was more upset because of what I did wrong. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. It's just, well, I'm Catholic, you know? Guilt is what we do."

She chuckled nervously.

"What was so wrong about what you did?"

"I don't know. I spent so long studying and writing and containing vampires that going to bed with one felt like sort of a betrayal to the family mission, you know? Like not only was I committing a sin, I was jeopardizing the work of generations of other Van Helsings. It hit me all at once and I had a bit of a panic attack over it."

"Is that it? You are worried about judgment from the dead?"

"More from the rest of the Institute than the dead, at this point."

"I see. Consider this, however. Your family's work was based on the killing of many, many vampires. Your sin was based on loving one. If you wanted the vampire's opinion, I think you'd find it to be a welcome and necessary change in the status quo."

"You're right, you're right. But you can't always use reason to get rid of a problem based on feelings."

"This is true. If you find the courage, I should like to see you again. I still desire to reciprocate." He licked his lips.

"However. For now. There is another important request."

"Name it."

"I require more blood."

He stated it matter of factly.

"At least triple my current ration. As quickly as it can be arranged."

"More blood?" She smirked. "Honestly I was wondering when you'd ask. You eat like you're on a fast."

"I am surprised you didn't try to make me eat more."

"Whatever you were doing worked for over two hundred years. I trust you to know what you need and ask for it."

"Yes. I have come to realize that I am no longer served by my minimalist nature. If I am to survive the next encounter- and I trust there will be another encounter- I do not want to do so as an emaciated wraith."

"I'll put the order in immediately. With any luck it will get you out of my damn sick bay sooner."

"Give me as much as you can, and I will amaze you with what I can do."

She stood up to head for the door. "Good. I'm counting on it."

[magnoliamyrrh]

Can you drop the face wrinkle exercies routine? You said it did wonders to your face

sure! I know i wrote this on here before cuz someone asked me but i cant find it so here we go again lol

ive started using some new skincare products bc of the rash thing ive gotten on my face and those help too ive come to see. ive been using azelaic acid cream 10% morning sometimes night too, it helps increse skin overturn (like retinol does) and increse the collagen in the skin, but has been pretty gentle on my skin, and made it more smooth than it has been in yrs. it also dries out the face tho and i have a naturally very oily face without the acid, so ive been using A+D ointment (vaseline + lanolin (sheep grease)) which has been working great (vaseline cant clog up pores). having moisturized skin rly helps! also, ive v rarely used sunscreen throughout my life, and i know ppl say this helps prevent as well

other stuff, sometimes when i wake up i will take a icecube and rub it on my face. great way to wake up lol, but it also tightens the skin and helps reduce inflation. everyonce in awhile i will freeze an eggwhite and use this instead. also, being well hydrated helps, and Maybe taking collagen supplements or eating a diet heavy in collagen (soups w bones, bone marrow, skin, chicken feet etc, taking gelatin or collagen supplements) may help (i do this anyway bc of my lack of collagen bc genetic disorder).

as for the exercises, i follow the ones of this lady. you can also find her on tiktok where she has more content

the one at 2:38 (first link) is the one i do most often and i feel like its rly helped! it rly is a big difference compared to how it used to b before i started all this (and i can also tell a difference bc ive stopped doing it regularly for some weeks and its still better than it used to b, but not as good). i feel like i look less like a chronic smoker 30 year old exhausted mom lol, like i rly look moreso my age, most times i dont even have actual wrinkle dents in my laugh lines anymore where before there used to be!

this is for laugh line wrinkles tho, she has many others too for other parts of the face: ive done her eye exercises before and her forehead massage exercises and feel like those helped too! ive also done her exercises for jowels, and felt like they were sagging less. make sure your face is moisturized before you do this tho! ,,, ive also been at times doing a version of the lymph notes face massages you see online (but w my hands, not that stone thing), cant tell you if they help w anything but it does feel nice and help release tension in the face (tension being one of the things which leads to wrinkles)

i really did notice a difference after awhile of doing these every day! how much i did a day varied, sometimes just 10 min sometimes more as i was sitting around doing other things. i know at some point my cheeks hurt the day after, like i had muscle fatigue like when you exercise other muscles lol. i also noticed that after a few days it became a lot easier to do the movements and my face muscles were definetely getting stronger. be consistent and have patience and i really do think you will see some results!!! ive also seen a scientific study on this sort of exercises done on elderly women (50/60+) where they did 30 min of exercises every day for months, showing before and after photos, and i was rly shocked by the results; its why i decided to try to do this! best of luck :)

[fullsunstrawberry]

hey love!! i have a LOT to say... so buckle in

one- new layout!

two- boyfriend is back from japan i missed him way too much 😅

three- FAMILY DRAMA?!

my oldest brother has always been an asshole, ive also never been that close to him anyway, but he's still an asshole

and my middle brother is like literally my best friend and loves my boyfriend as well so yk we super close and shit

SO MY OLDEST BROTHER was talking shit about my relationship around my middle brother and my brother slapped him in the face (or maybe punched idek the whole story) so now everyone is like so confused and stuff (including me) and kao feels so bad bc he feels like he started it even tho its not his fault 😭 and my middle brother is stressing out bc he just "ruined his whole relationship with his brother" and my older brother... well idrk about him bc we talk only when we need to

anyway so today like at 12 the fam scheduled a zoom meeting so i can talk to everyone to try and see whats going on yk and there was this big argument between my mom and my oldest bro and now everything is so tense and stuff... BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE my exams are done and now i can focus on more things other than math and econ (regretting my major choices HARD rn)

hows your school and stuff? pls stay safe and drink lots of water <33

(omg whenever i ask someone about school i feel old)

i have so many stories i need to tell you but im going to hold it in so i dont write a whole novel

(sorry for my grammar and stuff i do math for a reason man)

THIS WAS BASICALLY A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE!!

i’m buckled in 🫡

firstly: you’re new layout is so cute <3

secondly: ahhh i’m picturing the romantic airport reunion! like running to each other at the airport 😍

NOW HERES THE TEA 🍵 🫖 !! I STAN YOUR MIDDLE BROTHER!! hopefully your oldest brother can see how much of a shit he was being and apologize. Also idk which brother’s wedding your planning but he should either be thankful because a. you’re putting so much effort to help one of your brothers and shut his mouth or b. your planning his wedding so he should shut his mouth…either way he should be quiet 🤐

^^this gets me heated cause i have a good relationship with my only sibling and i would never talk shit about his girlfriend :( !!

eyyy i forgot it’s exam season and i’m regretting not studying because my exams are next week 😢 YOURE MAJORING IN MATH AND ECON??? you’re stronger than me 😰 i’m basically failing calculus rn…i’m a business major basically meaning i don’t know what do do with my life yet hahaha

school right now is basically the calm before the storm, all the teachers are rushing to get everything done before all the exams go down and finalizing all my college stuff…i’m planning on going on hiatus for a week or two during all my final exams but hopefully my haechan smau will be done by then 🤞🤞🤞 and I'll still be online and stuff just won’t be posting and texts/reactions gotta keep my sanity somehow

also it was bring your child to work day today and i never felt so old…

i’m a grammar.ly person so if my grammar is wrong i’ll blame it on the app being stupid,, the amount of times i re-read all my work to make sure everything is okay is honestly insane (if i say i haven’t read over what i’ve written it was because i was sleep deprived)

can’t wait to here all your stories <3 my life is kinda boring rn sooo i’m all ears 😍😍❤️

[sweetmastermind]

https://sweetmastermind.tumblr.com/post/706289515167399936/do-you-think-wonyoung-ive-will-proved-herself-more

The procedures thing is really sad, most of her fans really try to make her feel better about her procedures saying "wow I really need to know where she got them", I am glad they are just fans trying to make their idol feel better and not people who actually mean it (bc it would be sad if they were actually thinking about getting those procedures, considering her fandom is all teen girls who are around her same age), her face will have problems with aging correctly when she hits her mid 20s bc of all the work she got done, many people would think I am hater but it is just the sad truth for her future, and I hope that after seeing her career people understand why we dont like minors debuting(I seriously side eye Wonyoung's parents too), I dont really see any passion in Wonyoung to be an entertainer, and I get why, she never dreamed about becoming a celebrity, debuted at a young age and exprienced lots of traumas and she is under a shitty company, so I kind of get why may not have motivation to improve her skills despite the criticism she always got, also her fandom is very toxic, her fandom are those genz teens girls who are obsessed with relatability, they want to see other people their age being massively successful and doing fun things and wearing pretty clothes because that way they can project onto them, and that feeds the parasocial relationships even more to get inclined to stan as hard, but then when someone tells them about the not so cool sides of their lives they go like "you are just jealous of someone young and successful", like if they had personally attacked, she used to talk about wanting to be a normal person who studies for a job, so I hope she can that after she is finally free.

The thing about plastic surgery (invasive and non-invasive procedures) is the maintenance to keep it up (in the industry) and after a certain time the change in the beauty standard that, unfortunately, is set on these idols

Im not going to deny that the world works in favor of being young and pretty, and some changes might be a you thing, but i have seen so many ex-idols and people from the industry give statements about the constant "suggestions" other people give kids about their appearance and is sad that they are not considered enough

4th gen stans, the hardcore, and intense ones are all for the projecting and if you don't share the same view or show concern you are instantly cataloged as a hater. Her fans are not the worst but I can understand in a way where they are coming from, considering the amount of hate Wonyoung gets for simply existing

I don't know if she likes her career or any other job because she is extremely controlled by the company and barely has time to sleep, i think we need to see what she decides to do when she has more time and it would be fairer to give a "judgment" in that case and not now that she barely has input in her schedule

[tepperz]

I hope its okay if i respond below a read more!

I just dont want people to get too dogpiled with text if they're not prepared for it xD That said I love how much you wrote!! Thank you for humoring me!! dont mind the old post stalking lol -- I was looking on your blog to see all your nice recent art and saw one of those "recommended post" things haha :3

OH YEAH THE SORTING IS SUPER PAINFUL LMAOVHDJSHVJDS but im taking my time with it. i figure if i at least have some references in each folder then it's a start. That said, I think I have so many because I get really excited about "appeals" of each drawing even if other people wouldnt consider them "good." Like, like! For example this drawing vv (and please dont mind my personal rant incoming, you can skip this paragraph if its like, too much)

Like I think a lot of people wouldn't exactly save this picture because it's not exactly finessed. But I actually find the textures to be unlike anything else I've seen! The particular way that the hair defies usual lighting might seem amateur to some, but if the technique is used in a different way then it could make for a beautiful silk texture! The thick eyelashes are also a virtue because I think they're really interesting. And the way that the bandana is colored warm while everything else is cool makes just a spice. The hilights also look like abraisions adding to an almost creepy vibe of the picture even though thats probably not what the artist is going for! It's hard to describe but I really like analyzing all types of different art!! I really appreciate the charm and how a certain drawing makes me think differently. So I use these types of things as inspirations even if I can't/dont copy the things I like perfectly.

anyway!! "There’s thousands of artists out there who helped me make my art, just thanks to studying their works…" I very much feel that!

Do you have a category/folder that you find the most useful? ^^

hmmmmm.... yanno, thats a good question!! I think the one Ive found most useful so far is my folder titled "portraits - no background" which has in it some pictures of characters with white/transparent/single color backgrounds. It seems kinda whatever until you look at those works and try to figure out what really works with the picture, that its so attention grabbing without adding any background or effects! It really makes me appreciate what is striking and effective in the most minimalist way possible. So if I find my character or pose boring I try to look at this folder in particular to try and think about how to make the character feel more interesting and dynamic. Gets me thinking about shapes and prioritizing a better quality sketch.

"Color, Lighting, Face, Hair, Clothing, Poses (split into number of people and whether it’s a hug, kiss, or everything else), and Tutorials!" Ohhh I never thought about having a seperate one for clothing. I should do that, thats such a good idea!! OHHH and you also seperate them into paint types! Thats so interesting. At a glance can you usually tell what medium was used? I feel like that's such a cool skill! You categorize things in such an exceptional way! So organized! Did you start out that organized or did you start to sort things as time went on?

I also have a folder thats sort of like your fav folder, but it's just one folder and it's titled "inspirational". It's not exactly for fav works but rather for works that really speak to me and get my brain going with ideas. I don't use it a lot, so I think your individual fav folders are more useful!

Id love to trade tutorials sometime ^^

"I have some temporary folders that come and go." oooooh I have trouble deleting things like references!! if they're saved they stay forever LMAOOOOO. I think thats why I tend to put my references right on my canvas and then just shrink it when I'm done to hide my references. It's kind of a fun way to do it though because sometimes I accidentally make moodboards for whatever im drawing lol!! heres an example

ohhh "Now improving composition is my main goal so I’ve reorganized my “Style” folder to have more specificity like: Close-up Complex, Close-up Simple, etc for Middle, Distant, and Environment. These probably get the most use, just like Style did. It’s where it all just came together in artworks with line style and thickness and backgrounds and… yeah, hard to put anywhere else haha." if you ever want to share a screenshot or something of those folders I'd love to see. Do you ever have trouble finding anything? I can't find shit ever. I kinda just pick a location in my folder and im like 'yep thats what ill use as inspiration today' lmaoooo. Yeah. I need to sort better. lol.

"I personally have to copy into several folders if something fits more than one category or I’ll worry about it being forgotten. orz It makes them even more cluttered, but if I like the piece that much then I figure I won’t mind seeing it again!" I DO THIS TOO LOL.

it's always super interesting to hear how someone else does things.

How did you learn to draw so well? Like was it from classes or a book on fundamentals or just trial and error?

//// thanks for the kind question!

I guarantee you I would have improved faster if I’d taken a class, but I hope some of the materials I’ve used over the years can be of use to you too:

Andrew Loomis’ books - I never made it past the first chapters, but those had some great advice.

Youtube - Proko’s bean method. Figure drawing references will greatly improve anatomy and “drawing what you see”. It’s boring imo, so doing just 5-10 minutes a day can keep one from burning out while still seeing improvement. Speed painting videos are a nice way to relax and study.

Will Terrell’s People Drawing series - He’s a humble man with personal advice for artists. I watch his videos when I feel discouraged or lost.

Art, art, art - Whenever I see an artwork that I like, I figure out exactly what pleases me: line thickness, nose shape, finger positions, composition, the way the hair bends in the wind, etc. Then I try to incorporate that specific characteristic into my own art.

I have growing folders of (I’m a bit embarrassed) almost 8,000 pictures, organized by characteristics, for the sole purpose of studying their prettiness. Sometimes we don’t need a tutorial to spell everything out, just an example can help us envision our own works’ potential. Also, staring at pictures is a relaxing way to study too!

And of course, trial and error~ I don’t post my sad, failed paintings or all the weird sketches I make, but they exist and teach a lot!

[gyuphorias]

mark lee as your college boyfriend

genre | fluff, general headcanons

warnings | kissing, parties, alcohol consumption (mentions of throwing up), academic stress

word count | 1.5k

i. you meet in your world music appreciation class. you sit next to each other in the lecture hall, chatting idly before class starts. he's so kind, so gentle, so sweet. he always picks up your things when you accidentally bump them off your desk, smiling shyly when your fingers brush. he offers to help you with listening tests and exams.

ii. you can't bear to not have him in your life after the semester ends, so you make a concerted effort to keep being friends with him. he just brings a comforting, all encompassing warmth into your life and you don't want to let it go. you go out for coffee every tuesday morning because neither of you have classes. you meet up in the library or one of your apartments to study together, even when you aren't studying for the same class.

iii. you're always the first to hear his new songs. he makes a whole show out of it. you go over to his place every friday night to have a takeout dinner just to treat yourselves for working so hard all week. most times, it means watching a movie and the new episode of a show you're watching together. sometimes, though, it means mark sitting you on his bed and playing a song he's just finished to get your opinion, even though he knows that you're going to say it's perfect. he just likes the way you sit cross legged on his bed and watch him so attentively, absently swaying to his guitar's melody. he thinks it's cute.

iv. he realizes that he has a crush on you on a random saturday morning. you've been out partying all night and he didn't want you to be at home alone with no one to take care of you later, so he spends the night at your apartment, rubbing your back every time you have to run to the bathroom and throw up, wiping the sweat from your forehead and helping you back to bed. it's not until 7 am when he wakes up naturally and turns over to face you in bed, taken aback by how ethereal you still manage to look. you're a little sallow and you wear your exhaustion on your face, but to him, you're still the prettiest person in the whole wide world.

v. he confesses one friday night, maybe a couple of weeks later... through song, of course. he interrupts the whole routine just to do it because he knows he can't make it through the night without telling you. so instead of ordering food first and picking out a movie, he makes you sit on his bed and listen to his new song that he just finished earlier after working on it for a while. he tells you he's really, really proud of this one and he just had to share it with you as soon as possible. so you sit and you listen and when you hear your name thrown in there between lyrics about crushing and being in love, you cry. he thinks he's done something wrong and puts his guitar aside to apologize, but you just climb into his lap and hug him tight, telling him you like him too.

vi. you spend the night telling him that you've had a crush on him since the day you first met. he doesn't believe you, no matter how many times you tell him. he just says you'll have to keep telling him, so that maybe one day, he will believe you.

vii. he dedicates so many of his songs to you, writes so many of them about you, about things only the two of you would know about: when he confessed to you, your first date that was by all means a complete disaster because he'd taken you ice skating and you'd fallen down so many times your hands were cut and bruised up, how you tried to surprise him with cookies but you'd ended up burning them so bad that the fire alarm went off. he swears that he's going to dedicate an album to you one of these days and you believe him entirely.

viii. he tries to walk with you to and from as many of your classes as he can because he likes being around you. you walk out of your world masterpieces class and he's standing on the other side of the hall, wearing his round, wire rimmed glasses and a nice sweater with your university's name stitched across the front and he's smiling so wide, his eyes sparkling in the florescent lighting of the hall because he's just that excited to see you.

ix. he comes to see you at work, especially if you work on campus. he makes the trip to the library at night just to come sit with you at the third floor service desk. you sit together and do homework - or rather, you do homework and mark pesters you, playing with your hair and getting you to play footsies with him under the table even though everyone on the third floor can see. you make him move somewhere else while you do floor counts so you don't get in trouble. and he gives you a ride home after work, insisting on walking you to your apartment door and giving you a goodnight kiss, which he swears he can't sleep without having.

x. he convinces you to live with him once the year is over, telling you that it'll be perfect. you'll get to share a room and you'll get more than a single drawer in his dresser. it's probably one of the best living experiences you've ever had in college because you chose to live with him. you guys have joint morning and night routines: making breakfast together while listening to one of mark's many curated spotify playlists, taking a shower together and laughing the whole time because mark keeps letting you spike his hair up, brushing your teeth together at the sink at night and doing face masks. it's just so lovely, you're in complete sync with one another.

xi. he loves making you come with him to campus events, mostly movie nights the activities board puts on every month. he thinks it's a really good date without having to spend any money. he fills his backpack with snacks and brings a blanket for you to share. he loves scooting your chairs close together and pulling your legs over his lap so you can lean into him and rest your head on his shoulder. he just thinks it's really cute and he's obsessed with being able to cuddle you.

xii. he's so good at taking care of you in so many different ways. when you get you get stressed out about academics, sitting at the desk and crying over your textbooks and notes as you struggle to complete an assignment, he shuts them, puts them away, drags you up out of the chair. he wraps you up in his arms, cradling the back of your head as you cry into his shoulder and swaying just a little bit. eventually, he walks you back into bed and he lays down, letting you melt into him. he tells you to get some rest because you deserve it. he's so good at reminding you to take breaks and rest a little to give your mind some time to recover from working so hard. he offers you his blue light glasses when you get headaches from staring at your computer screen for too long. he just likes being there for you in every way he can, even when he doesn't need to be. he likes feeling needed, likes having the responsibility of looking after someone else and being looked after in return.

xiii. he is absolutely so obsessed with kissing you. he does it every chance he gets just because he can. when he comes to pick you up from class or from work, he acts like he hasn't seen you in years and he cradles your face in his hands to give you as many kisses as he can manage before he gets weird looks. one of his favorite kisses when you're together doing domestic things like making a meal or doing laundry. he just thinks you look so good and he can't help himself. he smiles so wide and pulls you into him, kissing you breathless and giggling into your mouth. it's such a cute habit of his that you really cannot complain about it at all.

xiv. he graduates in the winter a semester ahead of you. you're in the stands at the college of arts and sciences commencement, leaning over the railing trying to find him. you only spot him because he's turned around looking for you too. when he sees you, he smiles so wide and you swear that even from here, you can see his eyes glittering with the entire galaxy. you smile back and wave, feeling so lucky to have met him a couple of years ago. when he walks the stage, you clap and cheer so loud with his parents. and when you find him afterwards and he wraps you up in his arms, picking up and spinning you around, you swear you've never been happier.

[pies-writes-and-more]

karasuno boys as things my bf (and past dudes) have done irl

characters: Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yū, Sawamura Daichi, Kageyama Tobio, Tanaka Ryūnosuke, Hinata Shōyō, Sugawara Kōshi, Ennoshita Chikara, Tsukishima Kei, & Yamaguchi Tadashi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: these were real events. not exaggerated. real things that happened to me lol they’re all mostly fluffy or just funny so no bad vibes here haha

a/n: i got this idea out of nowhere tonight and ive been feeling bad vibes so here’s me trying to make myself happy lol. very self indulgent im sorry haha but i hope you guys find it entertaining! also i’m sorry for not including Kinoshita or Narita - I really dont know much about them!! 

haikyuu masterlist

Asahi writes a goddamn essay about you for his english class. He wasn’t quite sure why he did but the prof asked him to write about how he used writing or poetry in his every day life and he thought about all the little notes he would write to you 

Noya will happily order food with you at any time. Especially when you’re hangry or just whining about how hungry you are. Did you say you wanted food and it’s 11PM? Well that convenience store is open so I guess we’re ordering. They don’t do orders? Okay well we’re walking now.

Daichi gets matching jean jackets with you. You got it first and found it in the mens section of a store but you loved it so much, you asked Daichi if he wanted one too. The look in your eyes was just too much so of course he had to say yes. Now Mom and Dad of the Karasuno Volleyball Team walks around in their jean jackets with all their kiddos in their team jackets.

Kageyama fell asleep while waiting for you to come home. You knew this was going to happen so you had begged him to give you the key to his apartment but nO the boy just insisted that he could totally stay up. He literally was texting you 5 minutes before you got there. And by the time you got to his door, he was passed the fuck out. You panicked for a solid 20 minutes outside of his door, calling him over and over again in hopes that it would wake him up, before he woke up and awkwardly answered the door. You were really upset about it but Kageyama tried to make it up to you for the rest of the week until you finally forgave him lol

Tanaka thinks you’re the prettiest person in the world. But you literally cannot ask him to take pictures of you because he takes horrible pictures. You’ve been trying to teach him about angles and how it’s not always about how many times you press the picture button. That he actually has to think before he takes the photo, not just take as many as he can.

Hinata wants to slow dance with you so badly but you are so incredibly awkward because slow dances seem like the perfect time for you to fall on your feet. But there’s a slow song playing and Hinata begs you to come dance with him and there’s just a moment where it actually was pretty nice. And then you remembered how nervous you were and thankfully the song ended but he liked it anyways and begs you to dance with him more often.

Sugawara cooks for you nonstop because you are a college student now and incapable of cooking for yourself. He tries all sorts of new recipes for you and you love him for always trying to make you food. He’s even brought you some in a tupperware when you were on campus studying and forgot to bring food. He had to go away for a bit once and wasn’t able to make you food so he bought you a rice cooker so at least you could make yourself something other than ramen and frozen pizzas.

Ennoshita is the only person in the world who can pick good makeup colours for you. You once tried to pick out a nice lipgloss colour for yourself and absolutely hated the look of it. But he always gets it right. And then makes fun of you a little for not being able to do it yourself lol

You’ve bullied Tsukishima into doing a skincare routine. Before you met him, he was using body wash as a means to clean his face. Then you smacked that attitude out of him because no way was your partner going to look like a wrinkled grape by the time he was 40. No way. This man needs moisturizer. Now he uses cleanser, toner, an eye cream, and moisturizer and when you tell your friends about it and they’re all so shocked by it, and praise him endlessly, he just stands there with his nose in the air like I’m better than you to all the other boyfriends. He enjoys when you tell your friends and their boyfriends that Tsukishima does something and the girl goes “See? How come you can’t be like him?” to their own boyfriend. Smug bitch lol

Yamaguchi came over in the middle of the night once because you found a spider and everyone else in the house was asleep. He had literally been sleeping but you called him because this spider was HUGE and you needed it to die immediately. Yamaguchi doesn’t really like spiders but honestly, you were so scared, he knew he had to help. Man dragged himself out of bed to come save you from this spider, gave you a kiss goodnight, and then walked himself back home and passed the fuck out

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[peachiimilquetea]

heyyy peachii ☺️ can i order a peach flavoured cake with a vanilla base and powdered sugar toppings for my boy iida pls? 🙇‍♀️

i'm thinking it could be something like tenya seeing the reader when he has a crush... like a one-shot with him seeing us and reacting how you think he would, maybe he's trying to act all cool and sauve but ends up getting flustered and embarrassed 🥺😖🥺

thank you for opening this event up and happy 150 followers!! here's to many more ❤

“𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙!”

vanilla peach cake with powdered sugar + tenya iida

a/n: am i completely happy with this??? not really i cant lie BUT ive been working on it for so long and i just cant keep you guys waiting anymore its not fair. i hope you like it even if i feel like its a lil funky!

length: 535 words

“iida! im here! im so sorry im late!” you called, jogging up to where he was standing.

the UA library had just recently been renovated and the two of you agreed to meet at one of the new outdoor tables to study. unfortunately you miscalculated how long it would take you to help kaminari and kirishima get their hands un-superglued (don't ask), and so here you were, mildly late for your study session with everyone's favorite class rep.

your cheeks and ribs burned as you knelt down to catch your breath. you were so embarrassed, hands on your knees trying to get your ears to stop pounding, but iida didn't seem to mind too much, offering to take your bag and set up while you got yourself together.

“thank you so much for waiting for me!” you sighed and lent him a small smile. suddenly the response he had for you was caught in his throat.

you looked so… gorgeous.

your cheeks were ruddy from the jog as you pulled your hair out of your face. the slight sheen of sweat on your face made you glisten in the light as you adjusted your skirt and shimmied out of your school blazer.

he blinked hard, snapping out of his trance, quickly sitting down and getting his books spread out all over the table, “n-not a problem, ____. i heard about the incident with kirishima, it was very kind of you to help them out.”

“aww thank you iida, im sure you would’ve done the same if it was you. you’ve always been helpful like that.”

is it possible to die while still being alive? tenya didn't know but he was sure he was close based on how fast his heart was beating, and how hot his ears felt. could you notice? god, he hoped you wouldn't notice.

by the time the two of you had finished, the sun was beginning to set, and the janitors had begun to do their evening sweep of the school. both you and iida were exhausted, working your asses off to do well on the next exam, and frying your brains in the process.

“do you... want to grab something to eat? i'm famished and there's a really good spot i know not too far from here...”

tenya was stuck and you didn't even notice, rambling on about the menu and how “they've even got gluten free noodles- if you want them of course!”

at that moment all iida could do was watch you go, telling him about the menu and your favorite things to get. he was completely enamored with you, thinking the way you excitedly grabbed his arm was the cutest thing he had ever seen. it didn't even occur to him that he wasn't saying anything until you snapped your fingers in his face, making him jump.

“you looked like you were on another planet,” you hummrf, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, “so? do you want to come with? we can get mochiiii~”

“what? y-yes of course we can go. absolutely. i would love to. yes,” his words tumbled out, face red as he watched you laugh at his reaction.

“alright big guy, lets get going.”

[nemeseos-noctua]

Hi! Could i request hcs for Diluc and Xiao with a reader who is shy? Thank you!

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao, diluc (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a few swears in diluc’s! (it’s like one or two)

𝐍𝐎𝐓��𝐒: this is actually my first tumblr post.... ive been super busy with school, sports, and other stuff. sorry! ill try to write more in the future! (constellations has been doing everything so far since i still dont know how tumblr works lol)

also, these are stupid long... and for what.

adventuring was a lot for you to process

okay, so maybe having your own Benny’s Adventure Team was not great while traveling through Dragonspine and Liyue

too many of everything

you ended up getting really beat up.

after passing through Mingyun Village, you could see Wangshu Inn and decided to stay there until you were healed up

you always found comfort in the night sky, so you went out there every day

It was your fifth night staying at the inn before you saw a short male standing on the balcony where you would usually be. Strange. You’d never seen anyone like that before.

You seemed to have caught him off guard when you started to approach him since he jumped a little. 

Taking a closer look at his face, you studied it a bit. He had golden eyes and dark teal hair that seemed to frame his face perfectly, accompanied by lighter streaks of the same colour.

Pretty... you thought, completely entranced by this strange man (boy?). 

“Ah, sorry. I’m probably disturbing you... I’ll go now...” 

He blinked. 

god he’s in love

not even romantic love but he loved you like the past adepti

xiao would see so many couples over the years that he’s been at the inn and absolutely hated them, but this?? 

okay it’s a different type of love but damn it felt nice

You started to turn and walk back to your room before hearing his voice.

“Stay.” 

STAY??? WE MOVING KINDA FAST BUT ALRIGHT PRETTY BOY !! 

On the outside, you were cooler than a cucumber. The inside? Chaos. Millions of thoughts raced throughout that little head of yours. 

“Only if you’re fine with it...”

Turning back around, you took a few steps forward before noticing that he wore a lot of accessories on him. One of them being a mask that resembled one of the Vigilant Yaksha’s in that one book you read as a kid. Probably just a fan or something.

You reached the balcony, taking a spot next to him while also keeping some space between the two of you. Leaning on the balustrade (the railing of a balcony), you rested your head on top of your arms.

A comfortable silence was placed in the middle of the two. A silent breeze blew, adding to the mellow mood. 

“What brings you here?” the pretty stranger suddenly inquired, gaining a small jolt from your serene state. “Did I scare you? My apologies.”

“Oh, uh, it’s nothing...” You lifted your head to look out at the lands of Dihua Marsh. Seeing Dragonspine in the distance gave you a chill. Those were not the greatest memories. The small movement didn’t go unnoticed by the boy.

“You’re an adventurer?”

“Oh... yeah, I am... I’m not that experienced yet, though...” 

for SOME REASON... this man felt even more inclined to protect you

you still had a fair amount of bandages wrapped around your limbs, so it was clear that you were injured

GOD IF HE COULD JUST HUG YOU RIGHT THERE AND THEN

but he did not.

he has restraint.

he is a good boy.

“I met a traveler that wasn’t very experienced either.” This fact shocked you. So he has been here for a while... but why hadn’t you seen him before? Does he just... disappear into thin air..?

the answer is yes

he does indeed do that

but that’s besides the point.

“Oh... that’s nice...” 

It was getting late. The moon was starting to lower back down and the lids of your eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the minute. You let out a yawn, but it was muffled by your head being buried in your arms once again.

“You should go get some rest.” You hummed. 

Then, a thought popped into your head.

“If you don’t mind me asking... what’s your name?” 

Even though you weren’t facing him, you could feel his piercing gaze on you. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but gave you a feeling of protection.

“Xiao.” You mouthed his name to yourself silently. It was nice.

“Goodnight, Xiao. I hope that we can do this again soon.”

“Goodnight to you...”

“(Y/N).”

“...(Y/N).”

you were a cryo catalyst that tried to fight against some cryo slimes alone

hint: that was a bad idea

my favourite elemental reaction was immune!

literally... you couldn’t even do anything to them

and you were getting beat up. 

badly.

for plot convenience you were at the lake next to Dawn Winery

“Shit...” 

At this point, you’d been fending these slimes off for around a quarter of an hour now and you were getting tired now.

Your dumbass tried to drown them in the lake but forgot that they immediately froze any moisture underneath them. You tried attacking them but everything you could do was inflict the freeze effect (against CRYO slimes). 

You literally could not do anything. Time to get frozen to death!

“Burn!”

WHAT???

Suddenly, a big fire bird swept up the slimes that had been occupying you for the last 20 minutes or so, effectively taking them out. 

At this point, the only thing that kept you standing was your adrenaline, which quickly ran out as you dropped to the ground in exhaustion. You let out a sigh, finally free from those damned slimes. You will have your revenge one day... just not today.

While you were resting on the ground, your saviour had been standing there, watching you calm down. And so you looked up to be greeted by probing crimson orbs, which definitely startled you.

Your saviour was.... Master Diluc. Master Diluc Ragnvindr, wealthiest man in Mondstadt. Him. In front of you. 

“OH! I, um, Master Diluc! What brings you here?” 

‘WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE??’ HE LIVES HERE THOUGH?? 

“I was taking a stroll around the winery and happened to see you in your own predicament.”

You attempted to stand up, though your legs failed you as you only flopped back onto the dirt. 

diluc doesn’t wanna admit it but that was unbelievably stupid, cute, and endearing

okay and what if this emo boy doesn’t like people

he still has feelings too >:(

“I’ll stay here with you so you won’t get attacked again. So relax.”

Mans was telling you to “relax” while you were in the presence of a literal typhoon here. He was so brooding and scary-looking all the time that you couldn’t even try to relax.

A few minutes pass and the sound of water rushing was the only thing keeping you two company. 

It was nice to enjoy nature, but the tension between the two of you was still higher than ever.

To break this silence, you had tried to stir up some small talk.

“The weather is nice today, huh...”

He grunted, which seemed to be a regular response of his. You started to notice this after a few questions like “how’s your day been” or “have any plans today?”

Not that you were genuinely interested. You bet that he could tell that you were trying to make it less awkward by responding at all, but it just didn’t help at all.

You were probably sitting for a good 10 minutes before deciding to stand up again, in which you were successful. But could you walk back to the city?

That was debatable.

You definitely felt and looked unstable, so being the gentleman he was raised to be, Diluc reluctantly bent down and slung your shoulder over his.

The height difference between the two of you was pretty big, so he ended up just carrying you to his place. As goofy as it looked, it got the job done.

― riri ✨

[jeonfiles]

better left unsaid - jjk

genre: angst, rebounds

pairings: jungkook x reader (ft. namjoon)

warnings: arguing, alcohol, profanity, break ups, light smut, use of drugs, jungkook is a fucking dick, jungkook has major attachment issues, toxic relationships, oc cries a lot, namjoon has a heart of gold, unrequited love

synopsis: you knew you shouldnt have given him that second chance, not the third or the fourth either. no matter how much you try he always slithers his way underneath your sheets, arms wrapped around you.

word count: 2.7k

music: into your arms, so it ends?, you will fade, thinkin bout you, julia, my insecurities not yours, fuck u, goodluck, my dear i will think of you

note: uhh ive never written a y/n fic so bare with me, if u listen to the music you’ll be able to feel the story a lot more so yeah if u have time u should, not proof read

Light coming through the cracks of the blinds, making you squint your eyes when the daylight beams into your eyes, head resting on the kitchen island Looking up, you saw the clock ticking on the wall, 11:32 am.

You had stayed up till 5 am, waiting for him to come home, but seemingly, he never did. Reaching for your phone, you saw 4 missed calls from the one and only,

Jeon Jungkook, saved in your phone as “Koo <3″, Rows of messages too, all from the same contact.

Koo <3 [05:34 am]

baby pkck me up pleseee

im so wsated

Koo <3 [06.46am]

dont be mad at me jsut pick me up

i dont knw hewere the fuck i am

i love you

Koo <3 [07:31 am]

i got a rde home i’ll be home by 12

i need to talk to someone frsit

im sorry if i woke ypu dont be worried

You took a few moments to collect your thoughts, but there wasn’t much to collect. This whole thing, was a routine by now.

Standing up to make yourself a cup of coffee, you could literally not feel your own backside, you were so sore from the barstool you had been sitting on all night, and it made you groan in pain.

Two coffee cups right beside the kitchen sink, which you couldn’t bring yourself to clean up, because it was from the last time you had coffee together, which was 2 weeks ago.

The inside of the cup had a coffee crust at the top, and both your lip tint marks on the outside.

When you finish your cup of coffee while watching a bad telenovela, you go sit in your favorite chair and pull out a few books from the backpack hanging on the chair next to you, getting ready to get some studying done.

For a few seconds you imagine Jungkook hanging over your shoulder laughing at the way you write your A-s and R-s, or the way you always sign your homework at the bottom of the page.

And when you open them, there’s no one there. The only sound is from the refrigerator, making refrigerator noises.

You had met Jungkook 3 years ago, when you were at college orientation, senior year of high school. He also wanted to attend Yonsei, just like you.

And when he whispered to you about how bored he was, you couldn’t help but giggle, and then you got yelled at.

It was worth it though, because everyone was jealous of you afterwards,the  Jeon Jungkook had talked to you.

Jungkook was an all-rounder as they called it; great physique, intelligent, charismatic and great at sports.

And god, he had a beautiful face, and such a filthy mouth, and it didn’t go long before you gave in to his seductive ways and slept with him. The morning after, he wasn’t in bed with you, and your heart sank.

Luckily, he was in the kitchen making you breakfast.

It was all bliss from there, showering you with love, gifts and kisses for two years, and you even ended up moving in together.

And now? You barely remember what he sounds like, smells like and is like.

A distant memory, just as distant as him.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted as you heard 3 knocks on your door. The exact same way he had always knocked when he had forgotten (or lost) his keys.

And even though you should have let him suffer a little, you rushed to the door to open it, and in front of you, was your biggest nightmare.

It was your love, crying his eyes out, bleeding from one of many cuts on his face, looking nearly dead. He collapsed into your arms, and you could only utter a few words, along the lines of:

“How could you do this to us?”

As he was laying curled up in a ball on the couch, face plastered up, ice bag on his knee, wrapped up in a blanket, you realized. this was your que to cry.

So, you did. You cried in silence, sitting across the room from him. You weren’t mad at him for coming home late, or getting in another fight, probably the 5th just these past months, you had gotten used to that by now.

There was a whole other reason that made you cry.

He smelled like Victorias Secret Bombshell, you recognized the scent because it used to be your favorite,  however, now you’ve moved onto something less sweet, and more elegant, like Caroline Herrera.

He smelled like someone who wasn’t you, his girlfriend.

He smelled like another girl.

It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe because the Jungkook that had come home to you that morning wasn’t your Jungkook.

Your Jungkook was varsity jackets, star of the american football team (which your school was known for), selfless and humorous, and he would always take care of you.

Your Jungkook was not ungroomed hair, cigarettes and worsening grades. He was not cold and lifeless, and he would never make you cry.

Despite this, you were carding your fingers though his hair, thumb wiping away the blood on his lips while he was sound asleep as you slowly fell asleep next to him.

Maybe it was time to let him go. 

Maybe.

You woke a few hours later from your phone vibrating.

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:01 pm]

Hey Y/N! Have you started working on the statistics assignment?

If you haven’t, would you be interested in meeting at the library tomorrow? You’re really smart and i’m kinda struggling ://

You [07:03 pm]

i finished it yesterday, but if you buy me coffee i’ll come help you hehe

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:04 pm]

You’re the best, I’ll bring you a machiatto!! :D

Maybe it would be nice for you to get out of the house, even though you hate the thought of it, and you would much rather just swim in your own sorrow.

But you did go out the next day, and you helped Namjoon get a decent grade, enough to pass with good margines, he thanked you by taking you out for ramen at a convenial store not too far away.

You thanked him for the ramen with a trip to the museum, and he thanked you for the museum trip with a picnic in the park at night, which led you to crying over Jungkook in his embrace, telling him every single little detail.

He made you realize it was time to let Jungkook go and make room for new people to enter your life.

You went home that night, and you found Jungkook passed out on the couch, and you could genuienly feel your chest tighten. Soft features which stood out under the moonlight glow, disheveled brown locks which hung down in his eyes.

He was gorgeous, until you saw the credit card on the table next to three bottles of soju and an empty beer can on the floor. And you knew what he had used the credit card for, though you didn’t want to say it out loud.

You cleaned everything up, and you threw the residue of the white powder right in the trash can, and you recycled his bottles and cans before finally, nudging him to wake up.

“Jungkook, wake up.” You spat coldly, or at least you attempted to.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes before opening his eyes, and s huge smile on his face. “Y/N, you’re home!” He reached to kiss you, but you backed away.

“Y/N?” Jungkook questioned, he didn’t quite understand what your intentions were.

“Don’t try anything Jungkook. This was your last chance, and you fucked it up, again.” The room turned ice cold. “I’m getting you help Jungkook, you need help. And then...”

He understood what kind of help you meant, and since he had now sobered up, he agreed, nodding. “And then...?” 

“And then.” Your words were ludged in your throat. “And then I’m leaving you.”

His whole face dropped, smile turned into the frowniest frown you had ever seen, and it was all silent before his lower lip starts trembling, and his eyes start turning glassy.

“It’s alright. Sorry for burdening you.” Was all he could say before tears rushed down his cheeks, and he started shaking.

So you did what you always had done, and you wrapped your arms around him, head resting on your chest as he sobbed.

“Is there anyone else?” he cried out before another wave of sobs hit him.

This exact question made your stomach hurt, and your throat burn. You really had no idea.

Or you did, but you didn’t want to.

You loved Jungkook so much, but you couldn’t be with him in this state. So you did what every rational person would do in this situation.

“Yeah.”

You lied.

“Oh ok. I don’t have the right to be mad do I?”

You shake your head no.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I’m so messed up.”

“It’s ok.” was all he said before he fell asleep in your arms again.

That night you slither your way out of his embrace and you pack your suitcase in the dark, bringing all your essentials, trying to be as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Jungkook.

Packing enough for two weeks or so, you make the bed and leave your t-shirt “accidentally” in the bathroom, and you make sure all his clothes are folded, and then you sort his pencil case, throwing out old pens and worn out erasers.

You leave a grocery list on the counter, and you tuck him in good under the blankets after you took his jeans and socks off so he could sleep comfortably.

You placed his vitamins and medicine by the refrigerator so he’ll see it when he goes to grab something to eat. 

Puffed up pillows, a pair of sweatpants, t-shirt and underwear is now placed neatly on his bed. Then you walk into the kitchen again, and you see Jungkook still sound asleep, sniffling a little still.

There’s one last thing, and it makes you cry. It makes you sob so loud you cover your mouth and muffle the sound you make. Sinking to the floor, your whole body is in contact with the cold tiles.

Only a year ago you could never imagine yourself even shedding a single tear over something as small as this, but here you were, on the edge of a panic attack.

Two worn out, matching couple mugs still placed by the counter. one if the first things you two had bought together, as well as the necklace hanging around your neck.

Finally, you stopped crying and started cleaning the mugs, lip trembling as you dried them and placed them in the back of the cabinet.

You unhooked your necklace and laid it down on the counter, and the biggest lump formed in your throat.

Actually, there’s a little detail you forget. 

You kiss Jungkook on the forehead and leave a note on the coffee table.

“Dear Jungkook,

If you want to make this up to me (this does not mean a new chance!!) you call the number at the bottom of the page. No matter what happens, I’ll always have room for you in my heart. You even have your own little VIP lobby in there. And - if it’s urgent, call. I still care for you, and I always have. You were the best boyfriend I’ve had, but good things always come to and end, don’t they? Anyways, I’m tired so this letter fucking sucks, but deep down you know how much I love you. Remember to get groceries, shower, get fresh air and study. If I forgot something you can keep it, as long as you call the number and tell them you’re my friend. They’ll help you love. Try and get a part time job too, your student loan and your dad’s money won’t last forever. Good luck Koo. Hwaiting!!

-L/N Y/N <33″

You cringe when you think of the letter’s contents, before you roll out your suitcase out of the front door, whispering a faint “Goodnight Love.” as you close and lock the door behind you.

Standing by the elevator, you cry again. This time, louder, but you still reach for your phone and type out a text to the newly edited contact in your phone.

You [02:13 am]

coming outside now, im a crying mess and im super cold, is your car heated?

sorry for making you wait btw :((

Joonie <3 [02:13 am]

dont worry about the crying part, i’ll hold you. and yeah car is heated, so waiting here wasnt all that bad. you ready for this?

You  [02:14 am]

i have no idea but i cant stay here any longer and i trust you sooo

lets start our new chapter. eh?

4 months later...

He had been good to you, great even.

You had been on expensive dates, picnics, had heart to heart conversations, and he’d been so understanding.

Today, it was your 2 month anniversary, and he had asked you on a magnificent date, which he had planned every second of.

At the end of the day, you told him how you don’t love him. He said it was alright. Namjoon loved you, so much, yet he understood you needed time.

You went to sleep that day, warm in Namjoon’s embrace, wondering how Jungkook was doing. 

You felt bad, but you missed Jungkook.

You were both with someone new now, and you knew he was in good hands with someone stable enough to care for him.

Before your eyes closed shut, you shed a few quiet tears and hoped that you’d fall in love with Namjoon soon, and deep down you knew you would.