#dee being the sweetest person ever

[florsial]

HEY I DID A THING🤭🤭

(Is it ok if i post this on my art blog? i figured id ask cuz its you)

(also if it wasnt clear this is based off the pic you sent me of ur dress :))

(Go ahead!!)

ITS AMAZINGGGGGGGG I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHH ITS BEAUTIFUL YOU TALENTED ANGELLLLL I LOVE ITTTT <333333 YOU DREW IT SO WELLLL AJHSUEGDUEHHDJEJEJEHDH YOU ARE LITERALLY SO AMAZING I LOVE YOUUUUUUU 🩷💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 <33333333

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[florsial]

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@florsial tfw some guy in the internet calls you amazing 🤯

[nuka-goblin]

reference sheets for some of my Fallout ocs! may add more of them later, but for now these guys are my main faves :)

Bios under the cut

Baron: A Pre-War pilot in the US Air Force. He met @sawyingthroughthewasteland 's Sole, Sawyer, while at a Navy officer school. After being shot down over Alaska he signed up for an experimental 'super soldier' program and frozen. The freeze was only meant to last one month, but that was before the bombs fell.

200 years later, the Enclave finds him in one of their labs, unfreezes him, and takes him to Raven Rock to perform experiments on him. Then, when Hannah happened to Raven Rock, he fled to the Brotherhood of Steel. 10 years after that, the BoS sends an envoy to the Commonwealth to find out what happened to the Prydwen - turns out, Sawyer happened. Reunited once again, Baron leaves the BoS and marries Sawyer. These days, he pilots for the Minutemen.

Dee: Born to a nuclear physicist and a Nobel prize winning biochemist, three years after being sealed in Vault 76 along with some of the most brilliant minds in America. Unfortunately, as Dee grew it turned out she wasn't brilliant - at least, not compared to her peers, the genius children and prodigies in her Vault classes. Her parents had high hopes for her, even naming her after the Hindu concept of 'dharma,' but she rebelled against expectation at every opportunity. She despised her know-it-all peers, her overbearing family, and the shit attitudes of every privileged asshole in the Vault. The Wasteland and everyone in it turned out to be much more fun.

Hannah: Ever since she was a baby, Hannah was the sweetest person you'd have ever met. (We don't talk about the toddler years.) Her father raised her Christian like her mother, but her innate sense of right and wrong always overpowered her respect for rules, God, or the Overseer - and that got her into trouble. When the Overseer made a poor choice, hurt anyone, or even said anything unkind, Hannah made sure to let him know. Many people saw her as a troublemaker for that reason - especially Butch, who hated that she always tattled on him. But she was the apple of her father's eye, and she was just as intelligent and gifted in both science and medicine as him. This served her well in the Wasteland. She's a pacifist, a paragon of virtue, and yet the Wasteland has done its damnedest to break her. Someday, it'll succeed, but her friends will do their best to delay it.

Pascha: From birth, Pascha was told she was the Chosen One. Her grandmother passed when she was young, but she knew she had big shoes to fill. Luckily, that suited Pascha (or Paz, to her pals) just fine. She always liked the power and respect. That's not to say she didn't do plenty to earn it - she was never one to sit still. She was constantly improving herself, waiting for the day she got to prove that she really was the Chosen One. Once that day came, she was eager to be a hero; but it turned out that while being a legend came naturally, acting like a hero just wasn't her style.

Peggy: Raised in a big family on a brahmin farm near Redding, but a woman with more pre-War sensibilities, Peggy left home shortly after her beloved father was conscripted into the NCRA and sent to the Mojave front. She enlisted to follow him; although she had no combat skills whatsoever, it was discovered that she had a rare and unique skillset that made her an excellent... secretary! She maneuvered to get assigned as Colonel Hsu's personal aide, hoping to leverage her position to get her father sent back home, but her father isn't the only man she ends up caring for.

Snake Eyes: Six isn't sure who she used to be before, but she doesn't particularly care. Fueled by vengeance and greed, Six kills, pays off and betrays whoever she needs to in the service of Mr. House, all in the interest of enjoying the luxury, power and respect that comes with the job. She isn't always proud of what she's done, especially to her friends, but the caps, chems and sex that she's paid in helps keep her numb to herself while the Mojave languishes around her. She goes by Six, but most people call her Snake Eyes, owing to perhaps her one scarred eye, her capacity for betrayal, or maybe her supernatural luck. That said, only the very stupid or the very brave will call her that to her face.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

[squealing happily as i plop down on your lap, sharing my armloads of snacks and yummy fizzy drinks] OKAYOKAYOKAY , listen listenlistenlisten—

aside from the brainrot i've alr shared in dms , my frontal lobe has amplified the hyperfixation i have on + in this community right now so just imagine it with me.

like..... maybe it's just me , but there's something just so tantalizing about lee!changbin. right? just him being given all the love he could ever be given, all while being forced to see how adored he is , not only by his lovely members , but by stay as well!!~

idk if you know this but i'm an absolute sucker for the angst—hurt/comfort trope. 🥹 just the idea of one of the boys being comforted & reassured when they're going through a rough time heals me subconsciously , i think that's why i love it sm.

likeeee i was thinking of binnie & u take care of him so well in all your fics already they just :(( they make me so soft !! albeit , a certain puppy is catching my attention heavily these days. i was rly just thinking abt seungmin bro + how amazing he is?? like ,, his depth of character is smth i can ponder on and really marvel at. it baffles me cuz....

yk how seungminnie is one of the more misunderstood members?? he's known for being strong and disciplined and super dee duper smart , with cloud-soft features and the sweetest smile and a voice that lulls our stay nation into peace.... he's ofc our savage lil puppy 😆🥰. he's lovely and silly and entirely undermined. i want him to be caught in a vulnerable moment(s) , a moment(s) where he lets his walls down and allows himself to shed his composure and just feel the motions in all of its entirety and rawness. & his members are there for him every step of the way; they turn his bitter tears to joy and mirth , and suddenly the sky becomes one with the sun (that smile we love sm 😭🩵).

i dunno man, i just have a thing for the unflappable becoming.... flapped. (😭💀?) i have a thing for the cracks of humanity showing through what was previously thought impenetrable. in this case, the first members that come to mind are minho, seungmongmong... [ imagine a little hurt/comfort number with those two !! :(( our divorced-but-not-really couple. they may show to the cameras a tom-and-jerry esk relationship, but if anyone looks deeply, it's easy to see how their adoration for one another goes to the bones. aughhh imagine a small misunderstanding between them — maybe some staff/managers tell them to amp up their little love-hate concept, but it actually leads to an argument or something that goes beyond the cameras. tears are shed, words are exchanged, the works. they make up of course, and what better way to make up wounded plots other than sweet persuasive tickles and snuggles? 🤭🥹 ]

....... and our sweetpea wolf pup channie ofc.

gosh, that man works entirely too hard. every so often i remember the story from 2kr that he started crying from frustration and exhaustion, straight up in the middle of a meal, in a public restaurant, in front of seungmin, bc he trusted seungmin — solid as a rock seungmin — with his emotions in that moment and it's very much a whole thing to me. personally, i just want to pull him into an entirely too tight (but just-enough-ly comforting) hug that would last for hours, listen to any and all of his worries. from all the work and greatness he's been doing for years.... golly, i wouldn't mind if he went on a break that lasted a year or more. he deserves it, all of them do. they all work so hard :((

speaking of channie, imagine him breaking down in front of the members , or even worse , in secret (which i'm p sure happens irl too and i just MADE MHYSELF SADDER KJDJKSJH ITS NOT BC I BIAS HIM SHUDDUP 😭😭💔💔) from a reallyyyy bad stress pileup & maybe he even let it build up and slip to a point where he accidentally snaps a lil at his members :(( & ofc they go to look for him , either for confrontation or concern -> comfort (tho it would've led to that in any and all cases) just to find a sobbing and very regretful wolf pup licking at his wounds in painful silence and solitude <//3 :((

said member(s) would then take him into their lap , hold his hands in theirs and gently but firmly coax his worries out of him , hereby forcing him to say exactly what caused him to boil over and how to prevent it from happening in the near future bc they're there. he doesn't have to face his demons alone. & ofc , bc channie is channie , they get a slurred apology through his anguished tears , and he just lets himself be held as said member rocks him back and forth in their arms & channie cries it all out until he's drained.

+ once he's coaxed back into the land of the living with soft head scritches and readjusting of positions into a tighter hug, maaaaybe the hand(s) that had slipped into his hoodie [ skin-to-skin contact is very comforting + scientifically proven to bring such a sense , just like it's used to calm a crying baby :')) ] to rub small circles into his back rubbed down into his sides and , without rlly meaning to , he flinches and giggles bubble up from his tired throat. you can imagine how the rest goes 🥲🫠😚 & what a thing it'd be if seungmongie was this mystery member !! either him or minho ,,, and where one skz member is, the rest follow. it's just clockwork. or fate. 🥰

aghhhh i just,, love them. sm. sssssssoo much. they make me:

I WANNA FIND A WAY TO INCORPORATE ALL OF THIS INTO MY FICS BUT IDK HOWWW :C imma find a way zeep DO NOT WORRY

BUT LEE! MINHO AND LER! SEUNGMIN?!?! eating through my brain like termites to wood GRAHHHh 🫠🫠💗💗

LEE CHANNIE LER SKZ IS HAPPENING FOR TICKLETOBER DONTCHU WORRRYYY <3333

i love these love them love you love skz hadhwfnerifhenge

[kingayatospalace]

Beyond the Facade

Dee x Male!OC!Olezka

A/N: I was also pretty nervous about this one and tried my best to approach this with care. I think it came out alright. I hope you enjoy. I'm not sure when the next chapter will go up, but I'm hoping to make it soon.

Warnings: stabbing | betrayal? | abuse | manipulation | bugs/insects | let me know if I should add anything else

Word Count: 962

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Chapter 7: Consequences

Olezka is a person who knows all about consequences; cause and effect; what goes around, comes around. It's been drilled into him since he was little.

Up until recently, the reason for that has been kept a MAJOR secret, from everyone, including his best mate Andrei: his mother. Oh how deathly afriad of her he's always been.

He never joins in on those conversations where people would discuss how amazing, or rude, or pleasant, or crude their parents are, opting to rather just listen.

To him, his mother is a monster, small but scary. He's been abused by her for as long as he can remember. From hands to slippers to recently chairs, she's always found a way to hurt him.

Oddly enough, she always immediately apologises and up until a certain point in his life, she would bandage him up afterwards. Now, she just gives him the supplies and tells him how deeply sorry she is.

On the bright side, he's never been afriad of being beaten up by anyone who bullied him because "my mom hits harder than you". Everyone has always taken that as an insult. Your first thought would never be anything but, right?

He always tries his hardest to tiptoe on the eggshells that surround her unpredictable mood swings, but it doesn't always work. Thanks to this, he always wears clothes that cover up every inch of his skin, his face, hands and neck being the only exceptions.

"Aren't you hot?" has become the one most predictable line others have thrown at him, deflected with "No" in the sweetest voice one's ever heard.

He's always thought that even if he were to tell anyone about what happens to him at home, nobody would ever believe him. Besides, she gets him nice clothes and he always has a full lunch bag. She even let him get whatever piercings and accessories he wanted. He wasn't scared of others and did well on paper too.

"What do you mean your mom isn't what I think she is? She's awesome! I would be so happy to be you!" someone he thought was a friend until they betrayed him once said.

She stabbed him that time, twice even!

She told the hospital how often he got into fights and how close she was to losing him this time. Of course they would believe a beautiful woman in tears. Who wouldn't?

Feya Komarov is not at all an intimidating woman to the outside world. Rather, she's quite visually appealing. Petite, some would say. Her soft brown hair always cut into the perfect bob, always parted on the left side. "Bangs hide the full beauty of a lady's face", she says. Her green eyes always sporting the prettiest false lashes. Her voice is kind; a smooth, consistent, airy pitch. Her style is that of the traditional classy lady; soft pastels and or bold patterns only. She's a great help to her neighbors. She makes donations to her son's school. She even makes lovely music. Her dream job, the one she does for a living, is to play piano for the world at large. And she does it quite well.

Olezka has always asked himself one important question: Why?

Why does she treat him this way but treat the world as if it's dainty fine china? Why is violence her only form of punishment? Why does she do it if she feels bad afterwards? Why give him all he needs and then hurt him? Why did she have to be his mother?

He's never known his father. "He ran away from us, my dear Olezka. We don't need him anyway. Pay him no mind." That's all he knows.

"Ran away from us or from you?" he thinks. "How soon until I can follow in his footsteps?" he dreams.

Until then, he does what he can to make the best with what he's got.

You thought being interested in bugs was a strange interest? Well, Olezka can tell you that they are much easier to understand than people. Everything they do is for a specific reason and all they do is try to survive. Kinda like him. When they eat, it's because they're hungry. When they fight, it's to defend their territory and friends. When they kill, it's to eat (most of the time, but you get the point). Everything they do is for the sake of survival.

Despite her random, violent outbursts, Feya is an open-minded and understanding mother.

"Mom, can I try that skirt?"

"Why, my love? Do you like it?"

"Yes! I think it's pretty!"

"Sure. Which color do you want to try first?"

And that's how Olezka figured out he likes to wear both pants and skirts.

"Mom, why are you coloring on your face?"

"It's my make-up. You use it to make yourself even prettier. Does it look good?"

"Mhm! Can you do it for me too?"

"Of course. Which one do you think is the prettiest?"

And that's how Olezka figured out he loves eye make-up and the occasional colorful lip.

He likes to paint his nails and play in the dirt. He likes to dress up to host high teas where you drink tea and eat bugs. According to his mother, "He's a wonderful boy. A beautiful blend of pretty and rough n' tumble."

If ever the school complained about his 'unusual style of dress' or his 'girly behavior', they had one chance to shut it and leave him be or be taken to court. Yes, it has happened. Yes, she won the case.

If you think about it, there is a sense of balance in his life. Horrible, painful punishments and amazing, wonderful rewards. At least, that's his rationalisation.

"I love you Olezka."

"...I love you too mom."

[bcntbouquet]

Heart hammered in chest and, like a fog lifting, Jennings’ eyes shined bright and clear to hear that it would be acceptable to share the florist’s bed with him.

“I-I’d like to make sure everything’s all right with Mille—that’s the cat—before we settle in for the night…” There was an awkward silence as Derward realised he hadn’t really let go of Cain’s hand yet. It almost felt like it was too late at this point, so he'd continue hanging onto it till such time as letting it go seemed appropriate.

“His name’s not really Mille, but it doesn’t feel right calling him ‘cat’ all the time, and I’m too…” He squeezed Cain’s fingers tightly, jaw clenching, gut turning, brow knotting over the missing word. “to think of something else…” He tried to shake the dread that ached his bones.

“If most cats have nine lives, that one has a thousand… ‘s why I thought it fitting… Mille means a thousand, in French.” Cain seemed like a smart man, to Derward, and Cain was obviously worldly, being not of this one in particular, but Dee explained anyways, because assuming understanding didn't feel like the kindly thing to do to someone he deemed the sweetest, gentlest, most caring person he'd ever met. Every single thing he had, and which he could consider to be a good thing, he had—because of Cain. Then there was Cain himself, whom, frankly, seemed like a candidate for having. At least when he was giving Derward THAT look.

"I'd love to." Cain smiled softly and reached for him, squeezing his hand

He was too nervous to kiss him or do anything like that. He didn't want to push the other away and ruin what they had.

But he do badly wanted to push him up against the wall and take him. Kiss him, whatever Derward consented to.

[meow-town]

Jealous! Dee x Reader Oneshot 「Seeing Green」

Summary : Dee arrives at a party hoping to find his crush, but envy makes an entrance and makes him reveal secrets within his heart.

Requested by @chanel-lovegood !! Thank you so much! Things have really been piling on lately, so sorry if I take a while to finish requests!

Also, I’m literALLY SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TUMBLR DELETED MY ENTIRE DRAFT FOR SOME REASON AND I HAD TO START OVER

Why was he here? Dee Shvagenbagen, antisocial know-it-all, someone who absolutely despised parties and big social gatherings. He thought they were foolish, he had better things to do. He could be reading, he could be going over school notes, he could be doing anything other than being stuffed in some suburban house with horny sixteen year olds awkwardly swaying to shitty house music. Yet here he was, grabbing onto a clear plastic cup full with water and blowing off everyone who came up to him expecting to get his number.

“Not interested.”

“But I literally just-”

“I’m not interested.”

The brunette sighed, turning on her heel and sulking away to the furthest corner. He sighed and went back on his search, scouting out for the light in this dark realm of absurdity. Turning corners, climbing up stairs to a whole other side of the party, stepping out into the front yard, and continuing to push away people who didn’t know about the concept of personal space. He continued to look for them, the only thing worth being here for. 

(f/n) (l/n).

A diamond in the rough. He didn’t expect them to be at party. From what he had gathered, they would much rather be at home than doing anything like this. He had seen social media posts of them reading or drawing or just staying in in general. Dee remembered how he had come to arrive at this party. Kids were bombarding the class group chat with messages about it, obviously, Dee couldn’t be less interested until he overheard someone speak at school. That’s what Dee did. He subconsciously eavesdropped, constantly.

“Yeah, I’ve invited (f/n) to the party. She said she’d go if I did.”

A slight twinge of hurt pecked at his chest, someone had probably spiked the water or whatever.

 His mind scattered back, scratching into the deepest corners of his brain to think of more places they could be.

‘Upstairs? No, there’s people making out up there, they wouldn’t be comfortable. Maybe they’re in the bathroom, hiding? That sounds like something they would do.’

His breath hitched in his throat once he realized. Squeezing in between people, leaving behind a trail of ‘excuse me’s and ‘coming through’s. He made his way back out through the kitchen door, leaving to the backyard. And once he slid the door closed, he saw.

There they were. Sitting atop the grass with an anxious dog on their lap.

“Sh, sh. It’s okay! They’re just loud noises, nothing’s gonna hurt you!” The terrier whimpered in response, backing up further into them.

He sighed into his lips, parting his sight. A rosy tint crept onto his cheeks, just by looking at them. (F/n), sweetest soul he’d ever met. And now was a perfect example. The sight of them holding the little creature close to their chest, stroking its fur gradually while whispering sweet words of reassurance - even while fully knowing the dog wouldn’t understand, it was adorable.

A distant song made its way to his ears.

You see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night.

Burning, it, down.

“Dee?”

“Y-yeah? Sorry, I just zoned out.”

He mentally striked himself across the face, scowling visibly while they smiled at him. “What are you doing here? I thought you hated these types of things.”

“I do, but I wanted to see someone here.” ‘You. It’s you who I wanted to see.’ “What about you?”

“A friend dragged me here along with him.”

A comforting silence took over them both. Silences were just different with (f/n), Dee thought. They silently gestured for him to sit next to them, patting the grass with one hand. With still no words spoken, he sat and shuffled closer to (f/n), cheeks still pinkish in color. He reached for the dog to scratch behind its ears and retracted his arms to prop himself up once more. Some stars were visible, but with all of the light coming from inside and the lamppost, they could only point some out.

The terrier suddenly jumped out of (f/n)’s arms to switch over to Dee. Hopping off, it strided to his side and jumped onto his lap. (F/n) looked over at him, giving him a closed-eye smile. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. Wrapping an arm languidly around the pup, his gaze returned to the skies.  How long had it been? Bit less than a year now. Around 10 months since (f/n) transferred to his school, and 8 months since he developed a crush on them. It really only got worse from there. It was a silly little crush, at first. Evolved into him thinking about them before he went to sleep, cradling his pillow. Then he began to ask around for their socials, places they would be during the weekend. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here with them right now.

He exhaled deeply, cherishing this moment.

The scent of their hair, their usual coffee order, their playlist, their favorite flower - which they had only briefly mentioned in a school trip once. He remembered every small detail he could recollect, small and unimportant as it may seem.  “Who’d you say you came here with?” He blurted out, desperate to get some form of conversation going.

“Oh, just Vitya. He’s in the school band, you’ve probably heard of him.”

His brow unconscious furrowed. Vitya. Sure, he’d heard of Vitya. Bassist and lead vocalist of the school band, as well as second hand man to Ches. He’d visited Ches’s shop every now and then only to see Vitya greet him each time. Vitya, with his ruffled brown hair and his dimples and his incredible skills in music. Who had more talent in his left pinkie finger than Dee could ever have in his entire body.

He chose to let it go, to just enjoy the time he had with (f/n) for as long as he could. Vitya could cloud his thoughts any day, but moments like these came once in a lifetime. “Why don’t you join the band? Haywire has been looking for a new member, and you seem to like the kind of music they produce.”

“Just, uh, not really interested.” Lies. Dee couldn’t play a note if his life depended on it. He tended to rush into things, to impulsively decide to learn something new and get frustrated as all hell when he wasn’t amazing at it within the first five minutes. Being intellectually gifted does that to a person. You grow up all of your life being naturally amazing at everything without having to lift a finger, and once you have to put in effort, you give up.

They sat in lively conversation for about another ten minutes, until the music re-emerged from its muffled state, as a voice shouted over it.

“(F/N)! GET OVER HERE! SOMEONE’S DEDICATING A SONG TO YOU!” (F/n)’s head darted over immediately.

“Oh shit! Really?”  The dog jumped up at the sight of their agitated state. “I’m coming! Coming!” While they scrambled to their feet, Dee swiftly pulled the critter off of him.

“I’ll come with.” He grumbled, pulling his jacket back into place. (F/n) nodded and grasped his forearm to drag him inside. They shut the door behind them, placing their plastic cup onto the kitchen counter. An electric guitar being tuned, drum kits being assembled, keyboard being tried out and a bass guitar being plugged in, much to Dee’s dismay. It wouldn’t take a genius to find out who dedicated a song to (f/n). Dee felt bad for the other members of Haywire, being dragged into an entire performance because their leader was head over heels for someone he couldn’t have.

He couldn’t have them, Dee repeated the phrase in his mind, almost to convince himself. (F/n) was destined to end up with him. It was only fair.  “This song goes out to someone who’s real special to me.” Dee blocked out the voice to the best of his abilities. He could just imagine the way Vitya looked at (f/n) when he said that. “You’re always by my side, (f/n). And I think this is a good way to show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

‘No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is not a confession.’ Dee thought, looking back at them. The starter riff begun and Dee internally facepalmed at the sound of it.

‘Wonderwall. Of all the songs you could dedicate to someone, Wonderwall. How basic and boring.’

Even with how distressed he was, the blonde always managed to critique something. His gaze flew from one person to another. The crowd staring at them like a pair of animals at the zoo, and the brunette’s sight caught directly onto (f/n).

He carried on through the entire song, adjusting his gaze every once in a while to be able to look at the fretboard. People were recording, as if this were a romantic comedy in which the guy on stage would drop on his knees to receive a kiss from the love interest.

But it didn’t seem to far from that. And it scared Dee.

Vitya staring deeply into (f/n)’s eyes, and them shyly reciprocating with a twinkle.

This wasn’t happening.  The absolute hysteria building up in his body was too much to bear. It couldn’t end here. Dee needed to have his chance. He need to tell them how they felt. The tension is his neck was alarmingly visible, and he had to do something. 

Vitya leaning further from the stage, beginning to sit on his knees to face the crowd better. Sitting on his knees to face (f/n) better. To have his face closer to theirs. To make their move. To take them away from him. To ruin him.

“Dee?!”

Before he knew what he was doing, he latched onto their frame, swooping them out of the scene.

“What the fuck, man?!” Dee didn’t say anything back, as much as he wanted to. As much as he wanted to swipe the lovesick look clean off of the bassist’s face with a guitar. Dee ignored all complaints and demands to be put down and took them into a closet, locking the door behind them. He took a breather, body pressed firmly against the door, as if someone was to barge in at any second. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Shut up.”

“I- excuse me?!”

“Shut up.”

He doesn’t know why. It seemed right in the heat of the moment and he pulled her away. And now they were both inside a pitch dark closet, sharing a small space that could barely fit the both of them. His breathing calmed down, and his head thudded on the wall behind him once he threw it back. No one had seen them go in here. He made sure.  “Dee…” He couldn’t see anything, just black. Pure black. “Why did you pull me in here?” His cool demeanor shattered into small little bits, as he stumbled over words and syllables.

“I-I just… Uhm. I don’t…” He was cut off by a sigh and he shut up this time.

Dark as all hell, with no ability to see anything. He felt two hands press down on his shoulders. “Oh, there you are.” He stifled a gasp when he felt their hands on him, cheeks burning hotter with each second that passed. “These are your shoulders, right?”

“Yeah.. yeah, that’s it.” He replied, voice shaky as he tensed up even more. The tips of his ear were turning pink, and for once he was glad it was dark in the room. He couldn’t imagine having to explain to (f/n) why he was sweating, face looking like a fire truck. They patted along his shoulders, gripping onto his arms and finding their way all over him. Cupping his cheeks, they tugged and pinched slightly.

“Im guessing this is your face..?”

“It is.”

They chuckled and moved to remove their hands. But his ones piled over theirs to maintain them where they were. “N-no.” He whispered. “Keep them here.” (F/n) hummed and did as he said, taking a step forward. He nuzzled further into their palm, exhaling deeply. They were now so close to each other, Dee could feel the body heat radiating off of (f/n). Although there was no light, they could feel his gaze like a touch. They pulled away.

“We should get out of here, Vitya’s looking for me. I don’t wanna make him worry.”

“Stop talking about Vitya. Vitya isn’t here. I’m here.” He husked, now managing to see (f/n) more clearly in the dark. The (hair-colored) beauty relaxed, eyes half lidded. “It’s just Vitya with you, isn’t it?” The question took both of them by surprise. (F/n) didn’t know how to respond, and Dee couldn’t imagine what he had just said. That was risky. Too risky. He could have apologized and let it go, but at this point he might as well pull through with it. “Vitya dedicating a song to you, Vitya inviting you to a party, Vitya and his bass skills, Vitya, Vitya, Vitya.”

He continued to confront them. “What about me? Why can’t you gush over me? I’ve been trying my absolute hardest for you to notice my approaches and nothing. How am I supposed to feel knowing that my best wasn’t good enough, and that some rando can win you over by doing his bare minimum? Huh?”

(F/n) blinked at the blonde’s outburst, mind clouded with so many thoughts at once they couldn’t focus on a single one. They listened to him ramble on, except their brain wasn’t absorbing any of the info he spat at them. Dee Shvagenbagen, antisocial know-it-all, and the most attractive person they’d ever met. Their body drove closer to him, itching to get closer. They’d been keeping their distance for him to not notice them falling for him. After all, he wasn’t interested in people like that. Or at least, people excluding (f/n). Maybe 8 months since she grew apart. And it was harder each day. Harder to not confess the way they felt.

Another step.  And another.

And another.

They cupped his chin, pupils dilated completely. Whether it was from the lack of light, or from how close they were to him, they didn’t know. Possibly both. Dee’s rant came halting to an end, as (f/n) closed the space between them.

As they felt fireworks go off in their stomach, as they felt all nerves dissipate from their body, as they silently thanked a greater good for this opportunity.

As they pressed their lips onto his, pressing a stray hand flat on his chest. He felt them run their fingers around his hair, pulling of the hair tie to run their fingers through it. Pausing in between for breaths each time, Dee smashed his lips onto theirs, losing all control he might’ve previously had. He pulled away fro a brief second, enticing them with the promise of more. Only for him to push them back in a mere second, pushing the back of their head into the kiss. Long breaths, roaming hands and deep kisses.  “I’ve liked you… Hah, for the longest time. Dee.”

“Me too…”

They clawed at his back when he forced entrance into their mouth, claiming every spot as his. Needless to say, Dee knew his feelings were reciprocated.

[peachsteven]

Soaked

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: A rainy day doesn't seem so bad anymore after meeting one of the sweetest guy ever.

Word count: 749

A/N: this is like my second ever Tumblr published fic so I hope you like it. Also English ain't my first language so please excuse any mistakes made. Request or prompt is open, so let me know if you have any. Other than that, enjoy!!!!

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A sort of continuation of this.

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"Well, I don't think this day could get any worse" I said as I tried to shake off the wetness of my coat under the awning of a café. It was supposed to be a sunny day - at least that's what the morning forecast said - but the patters of the rain proved otherwise. The sight of people running back and forth with scowls on their faces, trying to find shelter amused me. At least I'm not the only one disliking the weather of London.

The incessant buzzing of my phone took me out of my stupor. It's Emily.

Crap

I accepted the call and even before I put it on my ear, I can already hear her asking of my whereabouts.

"Class starts in about 5 minutes and I'm still outside waiting for you."

"You can just go ahead, I don't think I'm gonna make it on time," I sighed.

She didn't even try to hide her anxiety as she heaved a breath. "I don't know if you've noticed, but Professor Dee has been giving you the side eye every time you do something, even when you flip your papers. And to be honest since this is like your fifth time being late, she's probably gonna do that every time you breathe!"

"I think that's not the only reason why she's starting to dislike me. Remember my last paper?"

"The one I copied?"

"Yep, she probably thought– no, still thinks that I'm the one who copied yours," I chuckled halfheartedly. I was about to continue when I felt a hard bump on my shoulder. It was hard enough to make me drop my phone and from the impact it endured, I'm pretty sure the screen's broken, again.

"Nope, I was wrong," I bent down to pick it up and I was correct. Spider web like pattern painted the screen, as if Spider-Man himself had personally shot his webs on my phone, "this day really could get worse."

I was about to glare at the direction of the person who had bumped into me when I heard pleas for forgiveness from the legs which I now noticed were standing in front of me.

I stood up and was now faced with a man who looked like a soaked, kicked puppy. Brown eyes were actually pleading for forgiveness and timid posture that made me feel bad for planning on glaring at him. He was handsome too, there was no denying in that. Just looked like he could use some sleep.

"I'm so sorry, I was running, y'know, looking for shelter, with my bag on my head and I wasn't looking around properly and I bumped into you," he breathlessly said, clutching on his bag.

"It–"

"Oh no, your phone looks broken - uh - I know a place where they can get it fixed for a good price but uh, I don't have their number. Maybe when the rain stops I can take you there," I nodded and stared at him for a moment, waiting if he was going to speak again before I start.

"That would be great, thank you," I smiled, chuckling at his adorable ramblings. He looked confused for a second before his lips turned to morph a smile. One of the most adorable smile I've seen in a while.

We stood there for another couple of seconds, smiling at each other before he broke the silence. "Uh– how about I buy you coffee, also to make up for bumping into you."

My smile grew.

“Ah sure we can have a coffee date.”

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes grew as wide as a plate and his face turned as red as a tomato. His grip on his bag loosens until it almost fell from his grip but he caught it at the last moment.

“A d-date?! No, I don’t mean it like that.”

“Ah, don’t be shy now. Besides, you still have to bring me to that repair shop, you know.”

I reached out a memo-pad and write down my number

“Here's my number. I'm running late to class so we’ll have to meet up on a later date.”

I continued to dash away but was stopped by the sudden calling.

“You haven’t given me your name!”

I shouted my name as loud as I can. "What's yours?!"

“Steven Grant!”

“Nice meeting you, Grant. See you soon!”

Dashing through the falling waters, I couldn't help but think that maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.

[anotherimaginesaccount]

ENHYPEN as songs on my playlist:

Heesung as I like me better by Lauv:

Okay so I know what you're thinking, Lauv, how cliche, BUT HEAR ME OUT

Hee really seems like the kind of person who would enjoy a laid back relationship where he could just talk about anything and do anything and have it count as a date y'know?

He also wants to feel good about himself when he's with his s/o and I feel like that's important to him.

He values security and comfort and his s/o is where he'd look to for that.

Overall the comfy vibes and the sweet meaning of the song remind me of Heesung

Jay as Greater than Gatsby by Elizabeth Gerardi:

First of all, Jay gives husband vibes, which fits in with the lyrics of the song

On top of that, he seems like someone who wouldn't mind chasing after someone he genuinely loves, and once he decides he wants you, you're it for him. Like he will not look anywhere else.

He also gives overachieving boyfriend vibes. Like he'd go above and beyond even in the initial stages of your relationship, without even meaning too.

Like he just remembers everything and does the sweetest things, not because he has to, but because he wants to.

Overall the guy described in the song really reminds me of Jay.

Jake as La da Dee by Cody Simpson:

Okay so Jake gives me simp vibes.

Once he likes you, he really really really likes you. Like he can't stop thinking about you and he'd probably ramble about you too everyone around him.

Another one who gives me loyal vibes. Once he likes you, nothing will change his mind. He may flirt before being with you, but I once he's serious about you, nobody else would really affect him.

also feel like he'd just unconsciously see you in every little thing, even other girls.

So yeah in conclusion, Jake needs to cover this song

Sunghoon as Love me like that by Sam Kim:

Hear me out on this one. Sunghoon is definitely confident in himself, but even then he has his days and his struggles,

I feel like he's really good at hiding it, and since he's so used to hiding it, he gets drained easyy

and I feel like one of his fears is that people will leave once he opens up.

Which is why it's important to him that his partner can deal with all of him, including his fears and insecurities. He might take a while to open up but just be patient with him.

Overall, this song seems like a song Sunghoon would add to his playlist

Yang Jungwon as You belong with me by Taylor Swift:

This decision was totally not influenced by the amazing series written by @missmadwoman which you should check out.

No but I feel like Jungwon would need a lot of time to fall for a person, just because of his caring nature and attention to detail (except in the case of injang).

He'd also take forever to realize his feelings, and once he does he'd want to confess to get it out of the way.

He would also look for someone who he could confide in about everything, especially because he's a leader at such a young age.

So overall, Yang Jungwon is an oblivious idiot in need of someone who gives him love and affection

Kim Sunoo as The Only Exception by Paramore:

Okay this makes so much sense in my head so bear with me.

Sunoo seems like someone who won't give up on the person he likes even if they don't believe in love.

He'd do his best to show them what love is actually supposed to be like and how it's not supposed to hurt.

And in that process, he'd prove himself to be different to whoever hurt the person he loves in the past. He's the sunshines in this grumpy sunshine dynamic

So overall Kim Sunoo is just the sweetest and most determined person ever.

Nishimura Riki as Stuck with you by Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber:

So Ni-Ki would be an absolute menace to his partner.

Like these 2 would be bickering so much that everyone around them would question whether they were dating or arch enemies.

But at the end of the day, he's incredibly loyal and loving. Arguing is just his love language in a way.

Like Heesung, he'd also enjoy just staying in with his partner and relaxing instead of going out and doing fun activities. Mainly cause he gets cuddles but you did not hear that from me.

Overall a relationship with Ni-Ki would consist of annoying each other and then being each other's home in a way.

[aeempress]

There's something in the movie that I noticed.

While Splinter and April were looking for ways to destroy the key...

Donnie's stomach was one of the options after they wanted to try (couldn't cause Dee wasn't there) after trying to flush it.

And we all know that Donnie doesn't have the strongest stomach... Especially when it comes to things he finds disgusting.

So that SOMEHOW led to me thinking about about stuff that could've happened after the battle with Shredder.

What if sometime after that battle, April introduces the Splinter and the Turtles (Draxum already met Carol) to her parents?

She actually invites them all over for dinner and Donnie's so confident that they'd like him, but the parents seem to favor his brothers over him.

Cause surprise to absolutely no one, parents aren't big fans of hearing of their daughters hanging out with "Self-Proclaimed Bad Boys".

So you've got Mikey helping with cooking, Raph being the sweetest taste tester, and Leo cracking jokes... Then you've got Donnie who just wants April's parents to like him.

So he tries to help cook, that doesn't work.

He tries cracking jokes with Leo. He tries TOO HARD and that doesn't work.

So finally (and back on topic), he tries to out eat Raphael! Because his stomach isn't as strong as Raph's, he ends up passing out after eating ALOT!

April of course explains to her parents that Donnie isn't actually a jerk and the O'Neil parents get Donnie all better.

Splinter of course took pictures of the whole thing and he was totally the one that offered up Donnie's stomach as a way to destroy the key.

April: Splints, we're not making Donnie eat the key.

Splinter: You're right, we're not... But YOU are! The boy won't say no to you!

April: *crossing Donnie's Stomach off the list*

Ahahaha, jeeez, you're kind if foreseer, or what? It's exactly the point I'm working at my current analysis (am i alive tho)

Spoiler alert: I think it's a nod to episode with pizza puffs, where we meet Tummytello. Still I like this detail a lot cause I SURE AS HELL APRIL WAS THE PERSON WHO SAID: BAD SPLINTER, WE WON'T USE YOUR SUN LIKE THAT

Jeezz this duo is insane and I love it... Best B-team I've ever seen.

[a-lil-perspective]

Hi again! 😊 hope you're having a good day! I was wondering what each of the Bad Batchers favorite thing to do with Baby Asher would be? Like would they each have something to bond with little guy?

🥺Aww yeh I love this.

The Uncles absolutely adore baby Asher because he is the sweetest and easiest baby ever. They always be fighting over who gets him. XD Asher is spoiled.

Hunter:

Hunter is the closest to Asher out of all the Uncles. He feels a inherently special bond with him. Largely because he’s Crosshair’s son, the other part because he never got to meet his own. He’ll never admit that he’s living vicariously through Cross and Delana, because of the son he never had.

He is very protective of Asher. When he’s babysitting Asher as a baby he stays very close to him, closer than he does to his own girlies. Mostly because he know Crosshair will kick his ass if he doesn’t. He recognizes that Crosshair and Dee entrusting their son to him is a huge step in mending their broken relationship, and Hunter values that deeply and takes great care in the responsibility. More than anything, his favorite aspect of being around Asher is just enjoying the little guy’s company. Him and Aunt Cyare dote all over him. :)))

Also he literally has to keep baby Asher to his chest at all times because if he doesn’t his girls will absolutely steal him away. XDD

As Asher gets older (and Hunter is permitted) he feels more comfortable taking him out to do manly things. :) Their favorite thing is monthly camping retreats where they go fishing, hiking, and hunting. It becomes a ritual of sorts, tradition. Asher looks forward to it every month and doesn’t miss it for anything. He makes Uncle Hunter tell him all about his Dad. :) Because his sniper papa doesn’t ever say.

Wrecker:

Wrecker likes to work out with baby Asher; basically all the guys just be doing their own thing and including Asher in it. XD As Asher gets older that becomes their special activity together; his Dad is not exactly the person to go to for fitness tips so he goes to the ultimate expert in the fam. :) Wrecker is a great trainer even due of his size; he recognizes that being able to lift a gunship is an exception and Asher is not that way. So he comes up with a unique exercise regimen to help Ash build healthy muscle safely.

But his favorite thing when Asher is little is he loves to play toys with him. He’s always buying all kinds of new toys for the Ramser’ika to play with when he comes over and tries to send them all home with Crosshair. Wrecker has just as much fun as the baby. XD

Tech:

Any project he’s doing he will include baby Asher. No, he will not stop for babysitting. This is a learning experience and Tech is busy. Asher gets his love for science from Uncle Tech and that is how they bond through the years. Asher becomes Tech’s right hand man for projects. :) It’s kind of nostalgic for Tech, in a way. It reminds him of the good old days when Crosshair filled that role, when he and his enigmatic sniper brother worked away quietly together. Funny how it all comes full circle.

So he’s got baby Asher strapped to him and he’s chattering away trying to explain what he’s doing and of course Asher doesn’t understand a word but he’s quiet as a mouse as his little eyes follow his Ba’vodu Tech’s movements raptly. Tech likes that Asher listens without interruptions or sarky commentary. After some time of this one-sided conversation, Tech looks down to Asher and says, “You are much more pleasant to be around than your Buir.” XD

[florsial]

us frrrrr

[florsial]

SOON ONE DAY ONE DAYYYYYYYY

(watch me read those scenes with a straightest face known to mankind)

throwing wips in ur inbox lolllll (im sorryyyyy 😭)

but remember that funny lil thing set in the 1910s that I shows you???? I wrote the first chapter loll

"Regulus slowly moves away from the desk, the map still clutched in his hand. He moves slowly towards the door, the state he left of the desk already dictated his decision. 

His head is blank, without anything. He walks like a drifting ghost. Pale and silent. The anxiety in his stomach is a dulled pain when he walks down the stairs, past the many rooms, and before the cellar.

He opens the door leading in and almost screams.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

In an island nation of Northwestern Europe, a man with dark skin dressed in red sits at his desk as he contemplates what to write back to his friend who is off in Wales."

Hope your break has been wonderfulllll <3333333333 And have a good dayyyy <333 :DD

HELLOOOOO THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL???? I LOVE IT ITS SO OMINOUS AND JSHFJAKSHSJAKSJDJS I ADORE IT PLS TELL ME UR GONNA KEEP WRITING ITTTT <33333333💕💕🤍💕💕

(pls carry on i love ur wips)

Also this might be slow of me but am i supposed to know who the man in red is? cuz hes not ringing any bells🤔

ANYWAY I LOVE IT AND LET ME KNOW IF I CAN BE OF HELP ALSO MY BREAK IS PRETTY GOOD TY FOR ASKING HOW ARE YOU????

<33333333333

[olivyh]

TWST FAMILY HCS PT 1) Heartslabyul

Riddle:

-We all know his mother’s personality (cough cough garbage), but I think that she acts that way behind closed doors and is professional and cares a lot about her public appearance, which is why Riddle was so nervous to come out about the things shes done.

-I think his mother is a little taller than him, maybe 5’5, 5’6. Shoulder length red hair thats almost always tied back in some way.

-I think he gets his short gene from his father, who I think acts like the king of hearts from Alice in Wonderland, but less stuttery and more on the timid side. I don’t think he and Riddle talk much aside from when they have to be in the same room as one another

Trey:

-I picture Mama Clover being on the shorter and more heavyset side, with lighter green hair (with grey streaks because managing a popular bakery and watching over her children has to take a toll) and dark brown eyes (you know the kind that makes people look like baby deer?) I think she’s quieter and kind, giving out free cookies to kids who might have a tighter budget or who couldn’t get what they want. Despite that, she’d be on the stricter side when it comes to her children, making sure they don’t eat too many sweets or hurt themselves in the kitchen

-Papa Clover is on the more carefree side. He’s the one who mostly runs the kitchen of the bakery. I like to think he’s an artist (bc designing cakes is IMPOSSIBLY HARD) and often sketches his wife and kids when he has the time (theres an old sketch of mama clover rocking baby trey still hanging in their hallway). He’s where Trey gets his prankster side from, often spraying the kids with the hose from the sink or clapping flour all over them

-Trey’s younger brothers, who I like to think are twins like tweedle dee and tweedle dum, act just like them. They’re mischievous and love to hear stories from all over the place, often interrupting one another when they they to retell their own. They’re likely somewhere around ten-twelve, since I think their parents would have wanted time with just Trey before having more. The two are practically inseparable, except in the kitchen. The kitchen turns into a war zone whenever the two are involved, and often Trey or his mother have to step in. They inherited their mother’s green hair and brown eyes.

-Baby sister Clover is the baby of the family, ranging at four to five years old. I think she’s the one who’s most like Trey personality wise, often acting like a “mini-mom” to her older brothers. She’s stubborn, and knows how to use her cuteness to her advantage. I mean, how can anyone turn down her with her baby fave and eyes made bigger by her comically large glasses (are they even hers???)

Cater:

-Papa Diamond: An oldie at heart. Has no idea how technology works and often struggles with basic phone protocol. He tries to get involved with his children and their fast paced life, helping Cater and his sisters with whatever trend they need hik for. No matter what, he’s their biggest fan and will print out his favorite pictures of them from their magicams. I think he had brown-ish hair before it all turned grey due to having to raise three children on his own (including two Cater-like personalities). I’d say he’s on the taller and more heavyset side.

-Oldest sister Diamond: The straight laced and mature one. She tries to act like shes so much older than she is, and insists that her decision to major in photography is not at all based off those pictures of magicam models. She does partake in teasing her younger brother when she can, though, critiquing him on his angles and choice of filter (she really wants to help him grow his magicam account but is afraid to say it without hiding it behind teasing). She has bright orange hair that she often wears up, though when it’s down it goes all the way down her back. She’s also taller (5’7-5’8 ish)

-Second oldest sister: The wild card. She is a social butterfly much like her younger brother, but cranked up to a ten. She is impulsive which ends up in a lot of late night tears with her sister while Cater tries to fix her failed bangs (“they made it look so easy online!”). She often sneaks out to take walks through the nearby city at night, thriving in the busy streets and the bright lights. She takes pictures to show Cater so they can go to the small spots she finds in the morning (even though all her photos turn out blurry or smudged- she got the gene from her father). She has short chopped orange hair, that often has little accessories or chunks dyed different colors.

Deuce:

-Mama Spade: The love of my life, the apple of my eye, the sun to my moon, Mama Spade. The sweetest woman you will ever meet, always looking out for her son and his friends. Even when he was hanging with a bad crowd, when one of his friends needed a place to stay because something happened at home she was the first to take them in. She seems like the kind of person to love animals (despite being upset about not being able to take care of one), and often sends Deuce small magicam posts about animals doing cute things. He got his love of chickens from her. She is probably around 5’4, and has the same coloring as Deuce, with dark blue hair that goes down her back (with a few grey streaks, making her hair look like the sky with shooting stars) (god i love her and she’s not even shown in game)

Ace:

-Papa Trappola: A gruff man, who stands at the same height as his son. He’s like one of those men you meet outside a 7-11 and they’ll tell you their life story for a slushie. Definitely has had a rebellious youth that shaped him to be a little rougher, which got him in trouble, but otherwise deeply cares for his wife and children (even though he shows it in weird ways- like when one of them mentions they like a certain food he’ll drop a whole container of it on their beds and leave, acting like he doesn’t know where it came from) He definitely looks like Giulia’s (i butchered that) dad from Luca.

Mama Trappola: Remember what I said about Luca? Yeah, she looks like Luca’s mom in human form. She’s a stern and strict woman, often scolding her boys and husband for bickering. She’s not afraid to speak her mind and can and will snap at anyone who threatens any of her boys (it’s terrifying to see a short, stout redheaded woman charging at you). She’s very affectionate when she’s not scolding them, often smothering her sons in hugs and kisses, making obnoxious noises while doing it.

-Big brother Trappola: Cockier than Ace by a mile, and won’t hesitate to be blunt about whatever’s on his mind. If you want the truth, he’ll give it and then some. He’s a lot more level headed than his brother, brushing off arguments and snide comments like it’s nothing. He’s a very talented magician, serving as a role model for his younger brother. He looks the exact same as Ace but with hair that is kept more neat and being a few inches taller, almost at the six ft line

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison at the Apple offices, from BRAVO magazine, issue no. 39, 1969. The original caption states that this is George “speaking with Jackie Lomax”, with Frankie Hart on the right - “currently the happiest 'Apple' girl: she was recently promoted to George‘s personal assistant.” Photo © BRAVO Archiv.

In that same issue of the magazine, the article “Our bosses are The Beatles!” was published; it includes a few comments pertaining to George, translated here.

“Paul is the best, he always knows exactly what he wants. George and Ringo are always nice and polite, only John can sometimes get on your nerves. But he has improved recently.” - Dee Meehan, aged 25, assistant

“I work in music publishing at Apple. Of course I’m a Beatles fan, but I don’t faint each time they walk through the door. Just being a fan isn’t enough to be employed at ‘Apple.’ There is a lot to do here and you do need know-how. But in return, we are paid well and have the world’s most beautiful bosses. My favorite boss is George. He is the absolutely most beautiful to me. But I can’t make goo-goo eyes at him - he would be pissed.” - Linda Bristow, aged 22, publishing assistant (quotes translated from BRAVO no. 29 1969) (x)

“I had the great pleasure of working for George and the rest of the Beatles in the late ‘60s, just before their split. George was one of the sweetest and gentlest people I have ever met. He lived for his philosophy of loving one another, as I'm sure all who met him would agree. My thoughts are with his family and friends and anyone whose life George touched. God bless.” - Jeni, England, BBC Your tributes, December 2001 (x)

[ashesandstars]

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