#got bored so i did a quick doodle of pebbles

[hdra77]

Anguish

[lilikags]

Dedication (Kita x reader) || Chapter 1

ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x reader ➮ Series  ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 1057

The warmth under the covers made you extremely inclined to ignore your alarm, along with the heaviness of your body. Your eyelids refused to open as your conscience flowed back into your body, the calm serenity of sleep morphing into dread. The high pitch of the alarm clock never failed to annoy you to the point where you woke up; though, that was the point, wasn’t it? You lifted the covers, taking away the enclosure of warmth you so badly wanted to stay under. 

Grudgingly, you dragged yourself to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes as you filled the cup with water. You quickly brushed your teeth and headed downstairs. Your mom had gone to work already, leaving out the bread for you to toast. Still somewhat half-asleep, you didn’t even bother to toast it. It didn’t matter, as long as you got something in your stomach, so that you wouldn’t starve to death before lunch. 

When you finished, you half-heartedly got your feet out the door, on the way to school. You lived near, so it wasn’t much to walk. The route was the same as always, and you focused on the sidewalk. Your brain refused to handle anything more complicated, and so this was what you were going to think about as you made your way to the destination you did not want to be at today. Sometimes, some pebbles between blocks of sideblock seemed more interesting than others. You didn’t know why, no one knew why, it was just the vibe that made it different. Most people, even you, wouldn’t notice small things like that normally; maybe it was the sleepiness that allowed you to see it. 

It wasn’t long until you arrived at school. You headed to your shoe locker and changed your shoes like any other day, and arrived at your classroom. You waited a few minutes for class to start as usual, and you took the time to take a quick nap. You were awoken by the homeroom bell, signaling that the school day had started. 

Class was especially boring; you didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or whether the topic was just boring. At any rate, you had something else to think about. You had intended to join another club, and you had one in mind. Your old one, (club of your choice), had disbanded this year due to a lack of members. There were basically you and (b/f/n) in the club, and having only two people in the club wasn’t enough, sadly. So, you were going to apply to the manager of the boy’s volleyball club. You could definitely become popular when you did- there was an awfully high chance, but that wasn’t really the reason for joining. Many would say you had a crush on Miya Atsumu, which really wasn’t true, but he did seem like a bit of a fun person to just hang around. The real reason was that (b/f/n)’s uncle was their coach, and he was looking for a manager this year. You almost thought that it might be a good idea for (b/f/n) to become their manager, but you then remembered that she had miserably failed at the job and quit in your first year. 

You doodled on your paper as you half-listened to your teacher give her lecture. You took minimal notes, as your hands were busy filling the page with sketches instead of words. It wasn’t like it really mattered though; the topic was pretty easy for you. By the time class had ended, your paper had been entirely filled with a few good sketches, a few miserably failed. You didn’t mind though; it was better than trying to not fall asleep at the lecture. 

You went through the day, waking up at sometime a bit before lunch, but then got sleepy again after. It was just a thing that happened after lunch. It happened after dinner too; after you ate, your motivation hid and you didn’t want to do any work. You wondered why it didn’t happen at breakfast too; perhaps it was because you were already feeling in such a way. 

After school, you made your way to the volleyball gym, to inquire about the position. You didn’t know much too about volleyball particularly, and you still had time to choose a club for this year. This was the most interesting part of the day, and it was quite interesting to say the least. You had always loved watching sports games; they were exciting, but you had always been curious to see what exactly happened behind the scenes. 

You walked on your way there, appreciating a side of the school you hadn’t really been too. Your club room for the previous two years had been on the opposite side, and you had never really gone this way. It was a nice change of view; you could definitely get used to this. As you made your way near to the door, ready with questions about the position in your mind, you could hear a few yells from the same people, and the door burst open. You could feel the two heavy bodies accidently hit you, and an unfamiliar “pop” could be heard. It happened so fast, so unexpectedly, you kind of just sat there on the floor. The yells had stopped, and you could see two players looking at you, with a face that said, “Oops… that didn’t really happen… yeah…” 

You instantly felt the pain appear, your facial expression showing it. It’ll go away soon. You attempted to stand, and you miserably failed. One of the twins, Miya Osamu, gave you a hand and a “Ya okay?”, and you took it, still failing to stand. The pain was still there, and the longer it stayed, the less welcome it was. 

“Ya better not have hurt someone,” a voice came out of the gym. You turned to see Kita Shinsuke, one of your classmates. Oh, he’s in the club. Cool. You were still sitting on the floor, and by this time, you accepted that it was difficult to get up. You heard the twins with their muffled “I’m sorry,” and they had completely calmed down from their argument. 

“I’m so sorry about that,” he approached you. “Let me take ya to the nurse’s office.”

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[wayverse]

Pink Pendant

genre: soulmate!au

pairing: ten x reader

word count: 1.9k

drabble | scenario | short story | series

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Everyone’s soulmate links develop the moment they’re born, and it’s different for every couple; your best friend, Hendery, for instance, has a timer on his wrist. Your other friend, Lucas, has everything that their soulmate loses turn up into his room.

You didn’t know what your link was, until you started middle school. You were in class one day, jotting down your notes, when something began to appear on your wrist. You didn’t notice at first; you didn’t feel it happening either, but soon, there were drawings of little puppies on your body, ones that you didn’t put there.

You never drew on yourself, afraid that you would get “ink poisoning” according to your mother, but your soulmate seemed to have no problem with drawing on themselves. You would get song lyrics, doodles, and the accessional shopping list popping up on your body, your soulmate acting as if their body was their own personal notebook. Once, you had woken up with what looked like marker on your face, and you guessed that your soulmate had lost a bet, or had been the first to fall asleep at a party. You had to stay in that day, as your soulmate couldn’t seem to get it off no matter how hard they tried.

You had always wanted to write back and forth with questions to your soulmate; where did they live? how old were they? What were their passions? you could tell that they were an incredible artist, as they constantly drew tiny sketches on their palms or wrists whenever they were bored.

One of them caught your eye not too long ago; it was bigger than most of the sketches he had done before, using up your entire forearm instead of just your wrist. It was a sketch of a small cat, jumping from planet to planet in a solar system. Your soulmate even colored it in, though the colors quickly rubbed away. That day, you had gotten bold; the colors were rubbing away, anyways, so you took your pink pen and drew a heart pendant on the kitty’s collar, before taking a picture of your soulmates work like you had always done.

Because of your soulmate, you began to look into art, and even went to art exhibits around your town, dragging Hendery along so you wouldn’t have to be alone. He always complained that the exhibits were too boring, and that he never understood why people would pay money to just look at a painting.

“I am NOT going to another one of those exhibits, (Y/N)” Hendery stated firmly one day, after your constant begging, “They’re so boring! I fall asleep every time I go to one.”

You and Hendery met up with Lucas and his friend Xiaojun at your favorite coffee place to talk about a project that you all would be working on together, which soon ending up being less about the project and more about plans that you all had that weekend. You had planned on going to another art exhibit, wanting to bring Hendery along, but he was currently denying your request.

“Please!” You beg, shaking Hendery’s arm softly as he attempts to bite the cookie he just bought, “Please!! There’s one I really want to go to, it’s themed ‘A Starry Night’ and I really want to see it! After this one you will never ever have to come to one ever again!”

“That’s what you said about the last one!” Hendery shook his arm away from yours, taking a bite of his cookie, “I reject your proposal, because you’re going to go back on your word again!”

“I didn’t know you liked art, (Y/N),” Lucas said, “I have plenty of fun art exhibits you could go to.”

You perked up a bit. “You do?”

“Our friend from another school is an art major,” Xiaojun began to explain, “He and his friends throw party-esque art exhibitions. Lots of food, fun music, if it’s themed then it’s usually done at a place that allows them to explore the theme.”

“We’re going to the one this weekend; the theme is a surprise, but Kun said it was a cute theme, so it should be fun.”

“Hendery,” you looked at him, batting your eyelashes as he rolled his eyes. “Please? I promise, this is the last one. If you really don’t like it when we get there, we can leave after a couple of minutes. I’ll even treat you to pizza after! Just come with me, please?”

Hendery groaned, rubbing his temples.

“Fine, but the pizza better come with garlic knots.”

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The invitation Xiaojun had given you said that the attire was semi-formal, which made it easier for both you and Hendery to dress for it. You had followed the invitations directions, and were confused when they led you to what looked like a cat cafe.

“An art exhibit? Here?” you say softly, looking at the address on the invitation and back at the cafe, “But why?”

“Who knows,” Hendery mumbles, hand shoved in his pockets as he kicks a pebble along the sidewalk. “We should get inside so your fifteen minute timer can start.”

“You may have fun,” you hum, hooking your arm through his as you two begin to walk towards the entrance, “Never doubt what art can make you feel.”

“Yeah, Okay.” Hendery dismisses as he pushes the door open, the soft music of the exhibit suddenly filling your ears. You take a quick look around; everyone was dressed in semi-formal attire, putting your heart ate ease to know you didn’t over or under-dress — everyone was talking, which was a deep contrast to the more silent art exhibits you usually take Hendery to. There was a table filled with sweets in the shape of fish and other delicacies kittens would eat, while kittens were littered all all over the place. There were cats playing with toys, being pet by other attendees of the exhibition, and one even came up to you and Hendery the moment you entered.

“Hey, buddy,” Hendery immediately leaned down to scratch the kittens chin, “How are you?”

“See?” you taunted, “You already like it. Now, go pet cats while I try and find Xiaojun and Lucas.”

“Got it,” Hendery says, giving you a thumbs up as you walk away from him.

It didn’t take you too long to find Lucas and Xiaojun; both of them were adorned in kitty ears, standing in a circle of people while handing them drinks.

“Oh,” you chuckle, capturing Xiaojun’s attention as you stand behind them, “This is too precious. I have to take a pi—“

“No!” Xiaojun says, grabbing your hand as you begin to take out your phone, “No pictures. We lost a bet with Ten, so we’re servers for the exhibit.”

“This is our attire,” Lucas says, touching the ears on his head, before gesturing to the men he was talking to, “And these are the hosts of the exhibit.”

There were three of them; one of them was tall and lean, his body hugged by a white trench coat. His smile softened up his rough features, making his cheeks bunch up at the end. His name was winwin.

Another one’s name was Kun, who seemed to be the one running the exhibition; he was tall and quite friendly, even making Lucas run off to grab you a drink.

“And this is the star,” Xiaojun said, gesturing to the last man, “His name is ten. He only draws animals, so his pieces never end up in their exhibits. This whole theme was his idea.”

“It’s really cute,” you say, locking eyes with Ten. He was very pretty; his eye-shape resembled the cat that he was currently holding in his arms, and his smile was very warm and welcoming. It made your heart clench, in a way it had never done before.

“Thank you,” he said kindly, “I have a lot of pieces up today, so feel free to ask about them if you have any questions.”

“But first,” Kun said, grabbing a hold of tens arm, “We have to mingle with the other guests and try to find some buyers.”

“Right, right.” Ten nodded, smiling back at you, “It was nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

Xiaojun bumped your shoulder as the three walked away. “They’re not that scary. I think you’d like them. Here, i’ll show you some of my favorite pieces.”

As you walked around, you tried to catch a glimpse of the three artists; ten in specific. He caught your attention as soon as Xiaojun began to introduce you to them; though you weren’t very close in proximity, you could smell his sweet cologne, and it made your head spin.

“How old is ten?”

“A couple of years older than us,” Xiaojun said, taking a small platter of fish-shaped treats, “He’s really talented, in a lot of areas. Why?”

“No reason,” you dismissed his question, waving him off, “I’m going to go look at the pieces. Now go and do your job.”

Xiaojun smiled at you before leaving you to look at some of the works. It seemed that Winwin was a sculptor; His main pieces was a sculpture of a small kitten sitting inside a large cat bowl in the middle of the room. Kun’s work was hung up on almost every wall; his way of art was realistic backgrounds, with cartoon kittens doing activities within the scenery for a contrast. It was very eye catching; almost every piece of his already had a green “sold” sticker on its frame. You kept looking for tens, since he was supposed to be the star of his exhibit, but you couldn’t find any.

You circled around the exhibit once or twice, before you saw it; a large canvas that somehow blended into the feeling of the comforting cat cafe. It took up almost the entirety of one wall, which was why it blended in so perfectly. The painting on the canvas, though, had you staring utter disbelief.

Painted on the canvas was a large solar system; it was in black and white mostly, with few colors leaking out of stars or a planet, with a kitten jumping in between two planets. You felt a sense of nostalgia rush over you, your heart beginning to beat faster and faster as you came to a realization. When you looked at the kitty’s neck, you couldn’t help but gasp; there it was, the small pink pendant in the shape of a heart, made to look like it was swinging as the kitten was jumping from one planet to the next. You sat there, looking at it for what felt like minutes, when you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

You turn around to find Ten, a small smile playing on his lips as he looks from you to his piece. “I drew it a few years ago. It started off as a small doodle, but I felt like I had to put it onto the canvas. I knew people needed to see it.”

“It means a lot to me, actually,” ten hums gently, his eyes focusing on the pendant. “It’s not totally my piece, in a sense.”

“I know.”

Tens head whipped towards you. “You know? What do you mean you know?”

You quickly take out your phone and begin searching through your photos, before handing him your phone. On the screen was the photo you had taken of your soulmates drawing on your wrist—the same drawing that is hanging on the wall as you stand next to him. Ten looks back at you, a soft smile on his face.

“It was you.”

[fujoshimkshipper]

Kuai Liang: I. Love. Hanzo. Maybe I had some hope before that none of this is true, it's all just imagined. Not anymore. Those hopes are irrevocably and indubitably over and done for. The brick fortress of my hope couldn’t sustain the pressure any longer and crumbled at the first major strike. It is destroyed, down to its very foundations, and the bricks are tiny, burnt pebbles that have exploded outward. There's nothing I can do now. I can't turn back time...

I was sitting in physics class, doodling. I took my pen and started drawing something. Just drawing, without really paying attention to what I was drawing. There was nothing else to do. I hate physics, it’s boring and totally incomprehensible. Incomprehensible, just like Hanzo. But I love Hanzo … I didn’t even notice when I drew a heart with open arms pointed up towards the sky and huge, sad eyes. And I had drawn something next to the heart, something like walls... My own hand made that picture, and I hadn't been thinking of anything in particular at the moment... Cyrax, who had been asleep the entire class just woke up and looked at my notebook.

“Well looky here,” Cyrax stretched out in his typical manner. “And who are we in love with?”

Interesting... such quick conclusions!

“What are you talking about? I’m not in love with anyone! What gives?”

“Just a question…” he sat up straight, with a very intelligent, mysterious expression. "In my spare time, I read a lot of books. Like about psychology, for example..."

Cyrax? Reading ‘smart’ books? In his free time? Like when he's playing stupid video games or getting high?

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“You know, you can tell a lot about a person by what they draw, like what’s bothering you.”

“Right. So you’re a psychologist now, are you? Tell me what’s bothering me, then.” I challenged.

“You love someone, but there’s something standing in the way between you and her. Or at least that's what you think."

“I’m not in love with anyone! Your psychology is a bunch of crap!” I blurted out, blushing.

“Sure you do, I can see it in your eyes, Kuai…”

Man, did he ever hit the nail on the head! Goddamn subconscious! Whatever. Doesn’t mean anything anyway. He only made one little mistake. He said there’s something standing in the way between me and her, but really it's between me and him...

I just have to meet with Hanzo. It’s the only way I can figure myself out. The only way…