#i don’t know creative slump i guess

[deathtodickens]

[pucksandpower]

Time to Kill

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: a locked supply closet door leaves you and Charles with some time to kill … and a few creative ways to do so

Warnings: 18+ content

You slip into the supply closet, giggling as Charles pulls you inside. The door clicks shut behind you and you find yourself enveloped in not-quite darkness.

“Shh!” Charles whispers, a smile in his voice. His hands come up to cup your face and you feel his lips on yours as he kisses you deeply. You melt against him, your hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck.

He maneuvers you backwards until your back hits the shelves behind you. You gasp as various cleaning supplies and boxes tumble down around you. Charles laughs against your mouth.

“Oops,” he says.

You grin and kiss him again, not caring about the mess. His fingers tangle in your hair as the kiss grows more heated. You’ve only got a few minutes before he has to get back out for FP2, and you intend to make the most of it.

Charles’ hands leave your hair to travel down your body, caressing your curves. You trail kisses along his jaw as his fingertips slip under the hem of your shirt.

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

“Me too,” you confess, sliding your hands under his fireproofs to feel his muscles tense under your touch.

He claims your mouth again, backing you against the shelves once more. You dimly hear more items falling but you’re too lost in Charles to care. His kisses leave you breathless, heat pooling low in your belly.

You break the kiss only long enough to tug his shirt over his head. He grins and returns the favor, peeling your top off. His eyes gleam in the low light filtering under the door as he takes you in.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says reverently, brushing his knuckles down your cheek.

You close the distance between you again, skin pressing to skin. Charles groans low in his throat as you trail open-mouthed kisses across his collarbone and down his chest. His hands grip your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

You reach for the fastenings of his race suit, grinning wickedly up at him.

“I don’t think we have time for that, chérie,” he chuckles regretfully.

You pout playfully. “I guess you’ll just have to owe me later.”

“I guess I will.”

He claims your mouth again, intoxicating you with his kisses. You run your hands over the hard muscles of his back, nails grazing lightly. He shivers against you.

Slowly, reluctantly, you break apart, knowing your stolen moments together are at an end. You reach for your discarded shirts, handing Charles his.

“That was ...” You search for the right word.

“Incredible,” he supplies with a grin, kissing you softly.

You smile against his lips. “I was going to say smoking hot, but incredible works too.”

He laughs, drawing back to pull his shirt on. You start to do the same but pause with your shirt in hand, listening.

“Did you hear that?” You ask.

Charles stills, head cocked. “Hear what?”

You try the door handle. It doesn’t budge. Dread trickles down your spine.

“I think someone must have locked the door from the outside,” you say slowly.

Charles tries the handle too with the same result. He pounds a fist on the door. “Hey! We’re stuck in here!”

No response comes from the other side. Charles’ brow furrows worriedly.

You dig in your pocket for your phone to call for help, only to find it missing. “I must have dropped my phone on the way,” you realize.

Charles pats himself down too, shaking his head. “Mine’s still in the garage. No service in here anyway.”

You slump back against the shelves in dismay. Of all the times to get trapped somewhere, it has to be right between practice sessions. The team will be looking for him.

Charles pulls you into his arms. “It’s okay,” he soothes, though he looks concerned too. “Someone will come eventually.”

You nod, leaning your head on his shoulder. His solid warmth comforts you. At least you’re not alone.

“What do we do now?” You wonder aloud.

Charles’ eyes glint with mischief. “Well, we seem to have some time to kill ...”

You give him a coy smile. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”

His eyes darken, hands tightening on your hips. “Can you now?”

In response, you crush your mouth to his in a searing kiss. He responds instantly, kissing you back fervently. Your hands slip under his shirt once more, splaying across his bare chest and feeling his heart thunder under your touch.

Charles maneuvers you backwards until you hit the shelves again. You sweep your arm across the surface, sending supplies crashing to the floor so he can lift you up to sit on the now cleared ledge. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him flush against you.

He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and you tip your head back to give him better access, sighing in pleasure. His hands glide up your sides, rucking your shirt up. You quickly strip it off and reach for his next, desperate to feel his skin on yours.

Once you’re both shirtless, he pauses to look at you, desire burning in his gaze. “So beautiful,” he rasps, making your cheeks flush happily.

He ducks his head to capture one of your breasts through the lacy fabric covering it, teasing you with his tongue. You gasp and arch into him. His other hand skims up your thigh, his touch igniting sparks everywhere.

Needing more, you reach behind you to unclasp your bra. Charles groans at the sight and lavishes them with attention until you’re squirming with need.

“Charles, please ...” you moan.

With a wicked grin, he hikes up your skirt and finally slips his hand between your legs, fingers stroking you through the thin fabric of your underwear. Your head falls back against the shelves with a thunk and your eyes slip closed.

“You’re so wet already, mon cœur,” he murmurs. His deft fingers slip beneath the panties to stroke your slick flesh. You cry out, clutching at his shoulders.

“Shh, we have to be quiet,” he reminds you with a chuckle. You bite your lip, trying to muffle your noises of pleasure.

When his fingers sink into your heat, you see stars. He knows just how to touch you, working you steadily towards a shattering climax. Your nails dig into his back and your legs tense around his hips.

“That’s it, let go for me,” he coaxes. With a few more skillful strokes, your orgasm crests over you and you shudder through wave after wave of bliss.

As you float back down, Charles kisses you deeply, letting you taste your pleasure on his lips.

“Incredible,” he smiles against your mouth.

You lean your forehead against his, catching your breath. “Your turn,” you say with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows.

He grins. “I thought we didn’t have time?”

You slide off the shelf to sink to your knees before Charles. Looking up at him through your lashes, you make quick work of the bottom half of his race suit.

“We’ll make time.”

You tug it down past his hips, freeing his erect length. He inhales sharply as you take him in your hand, stroking up and down experimentally.

“Putain,” he grits out, bracing his hands back against the shelves behind you.

You keep your eyes locked on his face as you lean in, swiping your tongue over the tip of him. His jaw clenches, muscles in his arms cording as he fights to stay still.

Emboldened, you take him fully in your mouth, reveling in his bit-off groan. You set a steady pace, lapping at him with your tongue. His hand comes up to tangle in your hair, not directing, just needing an anchor.

“So good, just like that,” he pants, eyes blazing down at you. You feel powerful like this, reducing him to incoherency with just your mouth.

You pick up the pace and his hips twitch involuntarily. You place your hands on them to keep him still, taking him as deep as you can. His thighs tremble under your touch.

“I’m close,” he warns breathlessly.

You double down on your efforts, eager to push him over the edge. His fingers tighten in your hair and moments later he spills into your mouth with a choked off cry. You swallow everything he gives you, keeping up your ministrations as he shudders through his high.

Finally you release him with a soft pop and he hauls you up for a searing kiss.

“You are incredible,” he tells you fervently when you separate. “That was ...”

“Incredible?” You supply cheekily.

He laughs. “I’m going to need some new adjectives for you.”

“I believe there are other ways to thoroughly demonstrate your appreciation for me,” you smirk cheekily.

He smiles, hands coming up to grip your hips. “I live to serve.”

You rush to rid Charles of his remaining clothes before sinking down onto him. You both moan at the exquisite sensation. Bracing your hands on his chest, you begin to move.

Charles’ eyes are glued to you, watching reverently as you ride him. His hands span your waist, guiding your movements.

“You feel like heaven,” he grits out.

You increase your pace, taking him deeper. His fingers dig into your hips as his own begin snapping up to meet yours. The closet is soon filled with the sounds of your panting breaths and the slap of skin on skin.

You feel your climax building again, coiling tight. Charles’ thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. The dual stimulation sends you careening over the edge again with a sharp cry of his name. Your inner muscles clamping down triggers Charles’ own release. He plunges up into you erratically, your name a prayer on his lips as he spills inside you.

You collapse forward onto his chest, nuzzling into his neck. He holds you close, hands stroking your hair and back soothingly as you both catch your breath.

Finally he tilts your chin up to meet your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. When you eventually pause for air, he keeps you close, feathering kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You tilt your head back, sighing in pleasure. His hands slide back under your breasts, tracing maddening patterns on the sensitive skin.

You’re completely lost in him when the door handle starts wiggling.

“Oh shit!” Charles scrambles for his underwear as you hop up, yanking on your skirt. You attempt to smooth down your thoroughly mussed hair.

The door swings open, revealing a broadly grinning Carlos Sainz. He looks between you and a sweaty, flushed Charles.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” Carlos asks with a laugh.

“We, uh, got locked in,” you stammer.

“By accident,” Charles adds quickly.

Carlos shakes his head, still chuckling. “You two are terrible at keeping your hands off each other. Might want to work on that before the race.”

You feel yourself blushing bright red. Charles clears his throat and avoids Carlos’ eyes.

“Right, well … thanks for letting us out, mate,” he mumbles.

Carlos smirks and claps Charles on the back. “No problem. Oh, and Charles? Your race suit is inside out.”

With that, he walks off down the hallway, laughing loudly.

Charles glances down and curses under his breath. You can’t help but dissolve into giggles too.

He shoots you a rueful grin. “Worth it.”

You smile and kiss him sweetly. “So worth it.”

[cottonlemonade]

First off CONGRATULATIONSSS omg youre stories are so good and you deserve it(btw you're request system is sooo creative I love it.)

And Can I order a cup of milk with a matcha roll off of menu A or B please? And can I sit next to bokuto!

Tutoring Him

word count: 589 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.

pairing: Bokuto x implied chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy, tutoring crush Bokuto

Bokuto slumped over onto the open book and groaned. He was tired of studying before it even started. Why did he have to hit the books when he could be practicing his spikes right now?

“I see you’re trying out the osmosis technique of studying?”

He shot up, a loose page from his notebook stuck to his forehead.

“Y/n-chan!”, he said in surprise.

“Akaashi-kun asked me to step in for him today. He had an errand to run.”

Bokuto made a mental note to buy his friend an armload of new manga. His chest felt all bubbly when you sat down across from him in the empty classroom.

“So.”, you began and with a cool flick of your wrist opened your textbook to a diagram of cell anatomy, “Let’s start with the basics of the cell structure. What do you know about the nucleus?”

“It’s… in the middle?”

You looked at the picture. “I mean… you’re not wrong.”, you said fairly, then moved your finger a little pointing to something else, “What about cytoplasm?”

“It’s the stuff that keeps everything in place?”

“Hm… again, not… entirely wrong, I guess, but I’m sensing a pattern.”, you laughed and the sound made Bokuto’s heart flutter.

“Alright, one more try. What about the mitochondria?”

Oh, this one he knew!

“It’s the powerhouse of the cell!”, he exclaimed excitedly but his face got a little more color when he saw your frown, “That one has to be right, though. Kuroo taught me!”

“So uhm, I don’t know who this Kuroo is but I think you should spend some time apart. At least until after the exams.” You patted his shoulder.

Next, you had him open his notes for an exercise and were impressed and terrified how he managed to even read them between all the doodles. Most revolved around volleyball, of course, others were just random swirls or shapes. When he got to the pages about genetics however, he confidently turned his folder towards you so you could check if his notes were correct before starting to work, but a moment later he practically threw himself over the pages to cover them.

Although, too late. You had already seen the elaborately decorated heart next to the table of Mendel’s law with yours and his name. It was even colored.

“Uhm, Bokuto-san?”

“No?”, he mumbled feebly as his hair seemed to deflate.

“Do you… are you- I mean… do you like me?”

“I wouldn’t call it like…”

“Oh?”

“More like… super crazy in love?”

“Oh!”

When he looked up and saw you blush, his confidence returned immediately.

“Do you like me, too? - Argh, I had this whole thing planned. I wanted to win the next tournament and confess to you with the medal and- but if you like me, too, please let me be your boyfriend, y/n-chan!”

You were so perplexed that the only thing you could say was, “Are you sure?”

He nodded vehemently, practically hovering out of his seat in anticipation of your reply.

“Yes, Bokuto-san, I’d love that.”

He jumped up and cheered, feeling as if he’d just won a championship. Next thing you knew he lifted you out of the chair and pulled you into a bone crushing hug, your feet dangling off the ground.

“Oh my gosh, Bokuto, put me down before you hurt yourself!”, you squeaked but he only squished you further, melting into the softness of your body. “Not yet.”, he mumbled into the crook of your neck, “I’ll be the best boyfriend, you’ll see!”

a/n: and he was, in fact, the best boyfriend turned husband. I love him so much! Thank you for the cute request and your kind words 🫶🏻 I hope you enjoyed it! 🌟

[dira333]

In Handwriting - Tanaka x Reader

written for my supersecret fix exchange with @haikyu-mp4

“Will you marry me?”

You blink in surprise. “Eh?”

The guy across from you blushes a feverish red, though he does not lose any of his confidence.

“I’m Tanaka,” he offers you his hand like it’s a sword and you’re the princess he’s sworn to protect. “The love of your life.”

You can’t help but giggle at that. He’s creative, you have to give him that.

“You’re very confident.”

“Confidence is my middle name,” he boasts, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Ah? Is that so? And what’s your first name.”

“Guess.”

“Ryūnosuke.” You can’t help but snort when his jaw slackens in disbelief.

“No way, how did you guess- Are you psychic?”

“It’s on your shirt,” you point at the name tag. “And I don’t spot a C for Confidence there.”

“Oh, that’s… uh… that’s because there was no more space,” he stutters for a second before getting back to his confident self. “But you looked at my chest.”

“I did,” you snort, “And you still need to tell me what you want to order.”

“What’s your favorite drink?”

“I don’t think you’d like it.”

“Mhm,” he smiles, “Try me.”

So you tell him, fighting a smile when he actually orders it, along with a cup of straight black coffee for his coworker.

You write his full name on both of the cups - even though the coffee shop is as empty as it could be - and add a little heart to both of them.

“Aww, you love me too,” he coos when you hand him the drinks. “Can I have your pen for a second?”

“Of course,” you hand it to him, watching as he scribbles onto the cup that contains your favorite drink.

“Here,” he hands you both the drink and the pen. “This one’s on me. I have to get back to work, but call me, okay? I need to know your ring size.”

You’re left speechless - and maybe swooning a little - until you look down at the cup.

His handwriting is awful and coupled with the curve of the cup it’s impossible to make out more than a few numbers.

What a shame. He’d been really cute.

-

He doesn’t come in the next day. 

And it’s a shame, you think. You would have given him a chance - despite his ridiculous flirting, or maybe because of it. 

Maybe he thinks you’re ghosting him now and that sentiment feels so wrong you start looking a little closer at the shops left and right, hoping you’ll find one with the same color scheme as his uniform.

But what if he’s not working at a store? What if he’s some assistant?

Your shoulder’s slump under the realization that you’ll probably not meet him again unless he’s the one initiating.

What a shame. He’d really been cute.

-

“Missed me?”

“Tanaka!” You almost drop your pitcher of milk. “What took you so long?!”

He reels back in surprise at your outburst.

“Sorry, I didn’t… wait, you really missed me?”

“Not really,” you start, slapping a hand on your mouth when you realize how that sounds, “I mean, that’s not what-... I have been looking for you.”

“You have?” He’s leaning in again now, lips stretched into an almost hopeful smile. “What for?”

“You’ve got the worst handwriting,” you huff out, taking him by surprise again. “I couldn’t decipher your phone number.”

“You wanted to call?” The surprise in his voice is so evident you can tell he’s not had much look with his flirting before. Well, not everyone has great taste.

“Yeah,” you huff again, looking to your left and right before pulling your phone out of your pocket and unlocking it. “Save your number before I change my mind.”

“You won’t regret it,” he insists. Something tells you he’s right.

-

“How did you guys meet?” Kiyoko asks, “Tanaka mentioned something about a coffee shop.”

“Oh yeah,” you nod, “I work there. He asked me to marry him.”

She laughs. “That sounds like him.”

“What are you talking about?” Her husband Kōshi asks, wrapping his arms around her.

“Tanaka asked her to marry him when they first met,” Kiyoko explains simply and you watch with fascination as Kōshi laughs as well.

“Tanaka,” he calls out to your boyfriend, “Where’s the ring?”

Ryūnosuke, to your surprise, blushes a feverish red, hand clutching something in the pocket of his jeans.

Oh…

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puppy love ⌦ .｡.:*♡

mingyu x reader x scoups? (Still figuring it out LOL)

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summary: first year of college, you literally knew no one and you planned for it to stay that way but damn were you wrong

notes: uhmmm hiii idk what this is I got rlly bored so yeah LOLL if you read this I hope you enjoy and I’ll try and update like every other day hopefully 😽

‼️disclaimer: this is not proof read so I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes ‼️

genre: seventeen college au, love triangle between scoups and Mingyu, Mingyu being on a football team, financial major scoups, angst??, fluff, cute friend ships, Hoshi, Joshua, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Wonwoo r your besties, Also besties with Yunjin (Le Sserafim) and Minnie (G-IDLE), other seventeen members are mentioned?? Childhood friends, cursing, drinking

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you were always quiet, even when you were a kid. Because of this, you had very few friends and very much struggled to make new ones. Throughout Middle and Highschool the only thing you could do was to stuff you face into books to pass time. Eventually, you being a loner helped you to getting into your dream college. You thought you would be fine all by yourself at your new university, getting a degree in Creative writing, but hell you were so far from the truth. You thought you could just ignore everyone around you and just keep your head low but god was that somehow ten times harder now that you had entered college. Soon enough you had been paired with a man in your Journalism class names “Jeon Wonwoo” You didn’t know anything about him, you didn’t know anything about anyone there actually. He has Black somewhat messy hair and a pair of black glasses to compliment his hair. Both of you were introverts so the first week of the project was painfully awkward but as the next few weeks flew by, you had successfully made you first ever friend in maybe 10 years? You weren’t even sure. Once you had finished the project (and of course gotten an A) you and Wonwoo stayed in touch and talked frequently inside and outside of class. Till he offered to invite you to meet his study group. You were of course hesitant but you ended up going and just like that you had made another 5 friends and then because of those new friends you met new people and became their friends. Before the semester even ended, you new basically everybody on campus.

——present timez————

“you finished the essay Mr.Marten assigned” Minghao askes you, slightly shifting in his seat to get a better look at your computer screen “yeah basically” you simply reply “well then…” You noticed Minghao had been really fidgety ever since you both had entered the library, which isn’t how he normally is, meaning something’s up. “You ok? Something’s bothering you, right? You turn your body to face him and his body seems to relax just a bit “ok so… I kinda..maybe, possibly told soonyoung that you would come to the party he’s hosting tonight” Minghao keeps his head slightly down “Minghao..” you sigh, slumping back in your seat. You rarely ever went out, only when it was some sort of special occasion but besides that you basically just stay in your dorm or at a library or cafe. “I know I know” he says apologetically “You never go out and I swear your gonna go insane if you don’t go out once in a while” you chuckle a little at his stupid reasoning “still I should have told you I just wasn’t thinking and now Soonyoung is all excited about you coming and I just felt bad telling him, you know?” You nod, “I guess I’ll go” you let out another tired sigh as you pack your things “really? Damn ok I didn’t see that coming” Minghao laughs, getting up from his seat “I’ll see you later than” He smiles and you smile back at him before he walks out of the cafeteria and you finish packing your things.

It’s about 7:30 when you leave your dorm and get an Uber over to Soonyoung’s house. You were dressed up for once in a while, wearing a grey denim tube top with matching jeans paried with black boots and a black bag. “It’s my first and probably last time going out for this month, might as well just go all out” is what you thought to yourself while getting ready, but now in front of Soonyoung’s house you gravely regretted your stupid decision “Y/NNNNNNN!” Seungkwan yells your name from the entrance of Soonyoung’s house “hi Seungkwanie” you giggle patting him on the back “I didn’t think you would come!” He says all giddy “A promise is a promise” you give Minghao a dirty glance, which he catches and throws you an apologetic look before rushing of to get another drink. Seungkwan leads you to the couch and plops down next to you “do you want anything to drink?” He asks and you take a moment to think about it before just saying “fuck it” and asking him to bring you whatever he’s getting and he nods, leaving you on the couch with some other girls. Your not left alone for long until you hear someone call for you “Yoo! Your Soonyoung’s friend right?” A tall man with black hair and a stunning face. “uhm yes” you responded nonchalant “You don’t know me but I’m Kim Mingyu, Graphic design major” Mingyu sticks his hand out for a handshake “I’m y/n, Creative writing major” you shake his hand, giving him a slight smile and he returns it. “Anyways imma get straight to the point. I’m interested in you. You caught my eye earlier and asked around about you and they said you were close to Soonyoung, and im also his friend and I’ve never seen you before, so I wanna be friends” The man says bluntly. Mingyu’s sudden “confession” Has your head spinning, searching for some sort of response “uhm ok..?” Is all you manage out but he seems satisfied with your answer “Alright, then go out with me this week” again this man and his blunt statements have you so lost and you can’t even bring yourself to say anything before he says “of course with Soonyoung, and Minghao and everyone” Your face gets a little hot realizing he wasn’t asking you out but in fact his grammar just sucked and you misunderstood him and he definitely got what you were thinking “You thought I was asking you out, didn’t you?” He says with a sly smile “whatever” you roll your eyes, hearing the man’s giddy laughter “IM BACK SORRY” Seungkwan squeezes through the crowd, two bottles of beer in his hand “some guys back there were CRAZY drunk” he sighs, slumping down next to you and placing the drinks In front of you. “Drink up!” Seungkwan lifts his cup up for a cheer.

“Damn girl you didn’t even drink that much” One of you girl friends, Yunjin says, trying her best to keep you up. It was well known in your friend group that your alcohol tolerance was basically 0 and that’s also another reason you didn’t go out much “CAN SOMEONE TAKE HER HOME!” Yunjin shouts over the crowd but to be met with no answer “I can!” Mingyu’s booming voice is easily heard over the loud music “Omg great thank you so much, I’ll text you her address” Yunjin pats Mingyu on the back before rushing back to the lively party, leaving you with him “let’s go then” he puts his arm over you as he helps you out of Soonyoung’s house and into his car. “You know, I think I should go out more” you proudly announce “Then take my over and have dinner with me and the rest of the group” Mingyu chuckles, starting the car “Ok!” Is all you chirp before you completely knock out.

“I swear to god y/n you better get up right now” you best friends voice echo through your foggy mind “what..” you mumble, the warm sun hitting you through the windows. You were now in your dorm room completely changed. “What happened..?” You scratch your head, still trying to process your surroundings “You tell me!” You roommate, Minnie exclaims “you tell me why, when I was getting ready to go to sleep, looking the WORST I could ever have looked someone knocked at our door and it was the most ANGELIC BEAUTIFUL SUN KIST Man I have ever seen, holding you bridal style!” Minnie exclaims once again “I WAS WEARING A FUCKING HELLO KITTY SHEET MASK” Minnie cringes at the memories of last night “damn..” you mumble, giving her a somewhat apoplectic look “ugh it’s whatever, he said you were drunk and he was just dropping you off and he brought you some medicine as well so take that before you leave” Minnie sighs, leaving you alone in your room “what the fuck is happening”.

You change into a pair of grey sweatpants and a beige like hoodie with your hair up in a ponytail “Sorry for all the trouble last night” you said, even thought you couldn’t recall anything after you had entered Mingyu’s car you knew you had probably brought hell down on Minnie night care routine “it’s fine, just take your medicine before you leave” She places the medicine on the counter before heading back to her room. You take the medicine with some water before putting on your shoes and grabbing your bag “OK BYEE LOVE YOUU” you shout before leaving the house. You rush down to campus and into your next class just a minute early “You feeling ok?” Wonwoo asks you “I feel horrible” you sit down next to him, placing your stuff down next to your seat. The entire class was just a bunch of yapping you couldn’t pay attention to because, one you were too tired and two, you were still trying to remember literally anything from last night. “You have the address right?” Wonwoo’s sudden question pulls you out of your trance “Huh??” You mumble with a confused look and Wonwoo face also molds into a confused one “For dinner..?” He tries clarifying but you still don’t seem to get it “the dinner plans??? Me, you, mingyu, Soonyoung, Joshua, Seungkwan and some other guy?” Wonwoo tries again and it finally clicks, but why was he asking you “I know what your talking about but I’m not going?” You say “really? You said you were going?” Wonwoo says and that’s when you finally remember some of last night “OH SHOT! Mingyu told you that right?” You ask and he simply nods “So you are going” he asks again and you let out a sigh “yeah..yeah I’m going” you’re tired of going back and fourth so you just let it go “ok cool! I’ll text you the address!”

The rest of the day was boring, nothing special just the usual classes than group studying, solo studying and some “HI’s” and “How are you’s” here and there. Once you had finally finished your classes for the day, you return home to get ready for the dinner. You wear a simple black short-ish dress with a black leather jacket and the converse (didn’t feel like wearing the boots) “You’re going out?” Minnie peaks through your door and examines your outfit “you look nice” she smiles “thank you” you smile back “I’ll be back at maybe 9?? 10? Not sure but I’ll text you ok?” You tell Minnie and she nods “I’m probably gonna go out later, anyways have fun!” She calls out as you shut the door. The restaurant was only a 5 minute Uber drive and you also weren’t the only person arriving at that time “Hey” Mingyu says, almost creeping up behind you. You hadn’t talked to him since Soonyoung’s party and all though nothing happened you felt awkward, like you were meeting him for the first time all over again. “Hi” you reply “And uhm sorry for the trouble I caused the day before yesterday” you and Mingyu both walk into the restaurant and spot Joshua, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan at a table “don’t sweat it, it’s what friends are for” he chuckles, leaving you behind and rushing over to the table we’re your friends had been seated. Friends is what he called you. Could you two really be friends if you had just met the other day? “Y/N sit over here!” Joshua’s calming voice calls out to you “mhm!” You responding rushing over to the table and taking a seat next to Joshua. You guys talk a bit while waiting for appetizers when Mingyu says something that catches your attention “coups said he’s outside right now” “finally god damn” Soonyoung chuckles and the rest laugh “who’s “coups”?” You ask “one of my friends, I invited him today” Mingyu says and you nod. “Sorry I’m late guys!” A voice from the entrance calls out. Everyone turns around, including you to see a familiar face “COUPS! What’s up man!” Choi Seungcheol “omg..” at first you weren’t sure but now you were a hundred precent sure that was Choi Seungcheol “Seungcheol?” You mumble, in case you were wrong. The man’s eyes shot up to you and they almost immediately soften “Y/N??” He voice changed immediately after calling your name “you two know each other???” Wonwoo asks and you slowly nod, still in awe “it’s been awhile?” He chuckles.

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part 2 coming out 01/31/24 or 02/01/24 😽

[0what-a-guy0]

I wrote harvey's ten heart event like a fic lol

Harvey x Farmer (gender neutral)

It is a little different than how the event goes, I am sorry I got creative but I think it's good

You held the note in your hands. Reading the paper over and over you tilt your head. With how frequently you had wandered into the clinic, whether you needed to be there or not) Harvey had never really written you a letter. He could usually just say whatever he needed to when you arrived at the clinic. You weren’t entirely sure what this would entail. 

You hadn’t exactly been subtle with your affection for the doctor. It wasn’t like you brought Sam a joja cola every single day. You didn’t look for Elliot amongst the rows and rows of shelves in the library. Harvey may have been a bit of an introvert but he was by no means clueless. He was a doctor for crying out loud! A very smart man!

…

Ok so maybe Harvey hadn’t picked up on how you felt. That didn’t mean someone else hadn’t told him. You went back into your small house, a sigh was pulled from between your lips. 

Your cat sprawled out, perched on your kitchen window sill, soaking the sunlight from the summer sun. His tail swung back and forth slowly. You smiled walking over to scratch behind his ears. His body rumbled as the low sound of his pur filled the small space of your home. 

The little guy was blissfully unaware of fear, anxiety, his only thought about his next meal. He moved his head to rub against your palm. You turn away checking your appearance in the mirror. Hair a mess, overalls stained with Yoba knows what all. You huff shoulders slumping over. You were supposed to meet the Doctor in twenty minutes…

Hair tamed with a little water and most of the stains rubbed out with a wet rag you start towards the railroad tracks. You can see him sitting on the steps of the train station, hands folded together, his heels digging into the dirt stretching his long legs. His expression was…intense. At the sound of your foot fall he looks up. 

Harvey already had somewhat fuller cheeks, it was hard not to kiss them as it was,but, as challenging as it was on a normal day it was harder when he smiled at you like that.  It was a full genuine grin, the kind that made your cheeks glow and ache. They even pushed up the frames of his glasses the slightest bit, it made your heart flutter. 

He stands, dusting his slacks off before making his way towards you.

 “There you are!” He exclaims long strides meeting yours. 

“Yeah! I got your note… what was it for?” You try so, so hard to keep your nerves steeled no matter what. He seemed happy. That was a good sign. He chuckles tugging at his tie, “Well I saw this ad in the paper..” His eyes move over your shoulder, as he speaks, “There it is!” He says watching the skies. 

You swallow following his eye line, there approaching was a patchy (somewhat sketchy) baby blue air balloon. Your stomach flips as you watch the balloon’s basket touch the ground. The owner ties it down, turning to Harvey to discuss its mechanics.  You don’t hear them. You are, frankly, still confused. 

“Harvey what's going on?” You ask as the original pilot of the balloon walks away. 

The doctor turns to you face flushed as he speaks, “I saw an ad for balloon rentals in the paper, I thought we could try it.” 

Alarm bells are ringing in your head as he speaks. You can see the signs of it even now. The slight tremble in his hands as he looks at the balloon and the skies. He tugs at his tie once more. You want to ask him about his fear, you want to be reasonable about how this will go. 

But,

There underneath his fear, is his passion, that glimmer of hope and excitement in his eyes. The way he smiles as he runs a hand over the basket. He turns to you still waiting for your response. 

You know that reasonably this won’t go how he hopes. 

But how could you deny him this?

“Sounds like fun!”

The basket is awkwardly tall, which you guess you’ll be grateful for when you are actually up in the air. You place your hands on the rim pushing up to try and get yourself, struggling as you do. Harvey chuckles as your face begins to turn red. 

“Here let me..” His voice trails off as he lifts you, turning so your feet are in the basket and your hips hover over the rim. He lowers you so you can slide into the basket the rest of the way, before hopping into the ride himself. 

You look around the insides of the balloon as Harvey begins to mess with the wires and ropes. Your breath hitches, you feel weightless and the ground starts to shrink away. You’ve taken off. 

You are breathless as you float into the sky. Blue’s blending into purples and pinks. The summer air warming your skin as you look out over your small home of Pelican Town, “Harvey look theres the..” You look to your left the doctor no longer by your side. You feel panic bubbling in your chest. “Harvey?” You call looking left and right. You look down to the city again. You aren’t sure what to do, when you feel a tug at your overalls, “Down here.” 

His voice was so small, you look down seeing the man curled in on himself pressed against the wall of the basket, his eyes are squeeze tightly and his knees fit under his chin. Your heart breaks and you sink to your knees, “Oh, Harvey..” You whisper, extending a hand towards the trembling ball.  

“I’m so sorry..” His voice breaks and your hand freezes in the air, “I wanted to impress you…now look I’m.. I-” his voice wobbles as he tucks his head to his knees, his voice is muffled but you can still hear him, “I’m a coward.” 

Your heart is in your throat as you place your hand to his knee, thumb stroking back and forth as you shuffle towards him. 

“Don’t say that about yourself-”

“But i-”

“Don’t.” You warn. He looks at you over his glasses, hair falling to cover his eyes. Your other hand brushes his bangs away and you gaze into warm brown eyes. “Harvey, it took courage to even get up here. It took courage to try.” You smile at him as he looks at you, pitifully. “I’m proud of you for even trying Harv.” You whisper, cheeks flushing as you tuck his hair back and taking one of his hands. He sits up a little taller looking back at you. 

He laughs just a little, “You’ve got enough courage for us both, that's…” he pauses, eyes turning to his lap, “It’s one of the things I like about you.” 

You freeze, swallowing, trying to understand what he means. If he means it to the extent you would. “I’m gonna look..” he says voice more steady, more determined. There is a glint in his eyes as he stares at his knees. 

He looks back to you, gaze softening, “Please don’t let go.” He squeezes your hand to emphasize his point, you lace your fingers together, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He takes a shuddering breath as he rises to his feet. His grip, tight. You squeeze his hand in return. He glances down, shoulders rising as he becomes infinitely more intense. You look at him for a moment, certain that you were about to witness the first human implosion. You gingerly lay a hand on his bicep and he turns to you with his eyes wide. You make eye contact and he exhales, shaking as he does. He looks back over the skies, breathing in, breathing out. 

His grip becomes loose and he chuckles. It very quickly becomes a laugh as he looked over the skies, he laughs hard before turning back to you..

“I’m doing it!” He exclaims taking both your hands. You smile wide, flushing. He pivots looking around the skies with an enthusiasm you hadn’t seen since he’d made contact with a pilot. “There's the clinic! The mayor's house! Your farm!” He cries watching your small town in the light of sunset. 

Your heart could burst, watching the doctor. His face has gone red as the air of the skies nips at his nose and cheeks. His hair blows in the wind and he clutches at his glasses. You look at the town beneath you. 

“It’s so pretty.” You whisper and he hums in response, “It’s incredible.”

His hand squeezes yours and you turn to face him. “I’m glad that I finally got to experience this.”  You smile, “it was about time.” 

He searches your face, swallowing as he looks at you. “I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for you.” You sigh rolling your eyes, “Harvey you need to give yourself more credi-” 

“No,” His voice is firm, hand cupping your cheek, “I wouldn’t have done this if it weren’t for you.” Your heart stops, your cheeks warm from more than just his palm.

 “Harvey-” He leans forward pressing his lips to yours. 

Slow and intentional, meticulous in everything he does. Harvey kisses you. It’s just a press. Your pulse quickening in your chest. His mustache tickles as you smile wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him back down to you when he tries to pull away. You stand on your toes, brushing your nose against his. 

“I like you,” He whispers, his voice a low rumble in his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

His phone vibrates and he pulls away, despondent. Marcello screeches on the other end and Harvey grimaces, holding the phone away from his ear. He looks at you bashfully. “Whoops?”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can I pretty please have some SFW romantic headcanons for Zooble with a humanoid biblically-accurate angel (S/O)? 🥺👉👈

The angel look is just their digital look, though it comes with a perk (Hovering a few millimeters off the ground, though it took them a long while to do so without crashing into someone.)

Also, let me say the angel look is entirely ironic, the (S/O) is a cheeky flirt. Basically the dynamic is “Shut up.” “Make me~!”

(You don’t have to do this, I just think Zooble is neat. I have an OC who is like what I just described. I ship them together and I’m curious how you would write this out-!)

Zooble x biblically accurate angel!reader !

So so so sorry it took so long to get tto this anon ! I've been in a little motivation slump and between fighting intense allergies and taking baking orders, I only really find the time to answer requests late at night 😭😭

Evil so, I hope you enjoy this !!

Honestly I think theyd think you look cool!

I always say that zooble is into the supernatural and the macabre, and even though Angels dint fit the macabre... and actually I'm not 100% sure if they fit the supernatural..? They still find your look to be very interesting!

Obviously they understand that you're not actually an angel in real life

Gives you a very creative name

"Angel"

I can already hear them saying it in their tired, "I'm so done with everything and everyone" voice

Likes holding your hand and letting you glide next to them

Usually you guys talk while walking around... not really speaking about much

Now onto the flirting

The flirting!

Okay I believe I may have said this somewhere, but zooble does not like PDA

Like I feel like anything more than hand holding is out of their comfort zone... please don't be overly flirty with them in front of others

It's not like theyre embarrassed by you or the relationship or want to hide it, they just dont like the.. vulnerability that comes with being publicly flustered.. gotta keep up the "I'm so done" thing and they don't like being percieved as anything else

You're the only exception ^

When you teo are alone, that's an entirely different story

I like to think their antennae twitch when you get them all flustered... sure I usually hc that they twitch when they're irritated, but I think the flustered twitching is cute too

Their spiral eye spins slowly when you decide to give em some kisses!

Careful not to overwhelm them, they're probably going to fall apart.... literally

Honestly I love the idea of zooble trying to act cool, even when it comes to romance only to just not be used to it at all

Like they're not helpless or totally inexperienced, but... you know...!

I think if I had to rate the characters in order of who takes flirting like a champ and who cant, I think I would put it like...

Caine takes it like a champ, then its ragatha, jax, kinger, zooble, pomni, and gangle who immediately holds and melts

So I guess zoobles a middle point! Just depends on what all you're doing to them !

[toska-writes]

“Random Clone Headcannons p.1”

These I made instead of working on my WIP for some reason but I have no regrets!

My ideas here are all over the place but please enjoy!

If you see any you like and such I’m planning to turn a few of these into full length writings so let me know!

Clones x reader pairing! (Platonic!)

• You cant tell me that if You had longer hair that so many Vodes would keep hair ties on their wrists for you

• Wolffe is the reason you have a deadly eye roll and amazing smart comments

• I feel like if you gained his. Trust you and Crosshair would be deadly on the battlefield- like he’d do the thing where he’d steady his riffle on your shoulder

• Jesse and Hardcase would beg you to show them some moves with your lightsaber, and honestly they aren’t terrible

• Braiding Tup and/or Hunters hair for fun. That’s it just think about it.

• You absolutely begged Rex if you could help to bleach his hair- finally giving in and needing a touch up he agrees to let you help. You don’t know how it’s happened but bleach is literally everywhere

• You and a few others were so excited to help the Wolfpack paint the “Plo’s Bro’s” and were so proud to stand next to Wolffe as you showed Master Plo for the first time

• Lake days with the 501st- just imagine. This I think will be my next WIP

• To say that you weren’t the best wingman for your brothers was an understatement you were amazing- Hardcase wouldn’t be anywhere without you. Playing match maker is so fun for the Clones and seeing them embarrassed is even better

• Rex can sleep anywhere. You’ve found him in so many different places just slumped. It’s become a tradition now that if you see him you’ll curl up by his side and get some rest and vice-versa (cause if Rex falls asleep you know you should be too)

• In your defense how could you not take those loth kittens back to Coruscant with you? Fox was a wonderful babysitter as you figured out where they could go

• You introduced wrecker to markers and now you take turns coloring small doodles on each others arms. Wreckers gotten pretty good over the last few times, and it’s alway fun to see the huge clone in training with a sleeve of colorful doodles

• You, Boil, and Sinker have always talked about taking you to get your first tattoo and you couldn’t agree more- Wolffe has to be the mom and shut it down pretty fast but one day soon it will happen

• Tech will teach you all these strategies to different games knowing at when you keep practicing he’ll have some good competition

• He has regretted this decision ever since you beat him once and his brothers and yourself hang it over his head all the time

• Delta Squad loves having joint mission with you and your battalion- Scorch can count on something interesting going down and Boss gets more gray hairs by the second in all the situations he has to get his squad out of

• So so so many nicknames it’s insane. They vary from who it is with Cody and Wolffes battalion keeps it sweet and simple with kid, vod’ika and Cyare where as groups like the 501st, Delta Squad and the Corries have unusual and creative names like Scrappy, shorty, and others

• Cold nights and everyone’s having a huge sleepover in the barracks- sneaking in and never sleeping more soundly then you have before

Hmm guess I could go back to my WIP but if you want a Part. 2 I’d be happy to make one!

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza

[munson-blurbs]

Clueless

Everyone can tell that you like Eddie. Except for Eddie.

Warnings: language. Very fluff, a lil angst.

“You sheep ready for the most epic campaign of your lives?” 

Eddie plops his tray on the table. A limp fry tumbles off, which he quickly shoves into his mouth. “Five second rule.”

Dustin looks at the table, wringing the back of his neck. “Well, uh, actually--”

“What is it, Henderson? You got a big date tonight or something?”

“Actually, yeah, I do,” Dustin perks up a bit. “Suzie is coming to visit me. I want to show her all of Hawkins.”

“Good, then that’ll only take 15 minutes,” Eddie retorts, but waves the boy on. “Fine, go on your little date. The rest of us--”

Lucas pipes up next. “So, this weekend is actually Max’s birthday, and our friend El--Mike’s girlfriend--is coming to visit with our friend Will...” he trails off, watching the Dungeon Master’s face get more cross.

“So, what? Are you guys cancelling on me?” The boys look at the floor. “Great. Just fucking great. The Three Musketeers have dates and leave poor Eddie Munson out in the cold.” The school lunch seems even more unappetizing to him than usual. He pushes the tray in disgust.

“Or, you know--and this is just a thought,” Dustin says carefully, holding his hands in the air, “you could also get a date?”

Eddie scoffs. “Yeah, the chicks here are lining up to go on a date with the Freak.”

“I know one girl who is,” Mike mutters under his breath.

“Wheeler, if you say O’Donnell, I’m kicking you out of the club.”

“Ew, no!” 

“Then, who?” Eddie asks. He’s curious now.

Lucas is the first to speak up. “Okay, but you can never tell her that we told you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says, “who is she?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

Eddie nearly chokes on his soda. “I’m sorry, is that a joke?”

Lucas shakes his head. “Nope. She’s in that writing club with Max, and I guess she’s in some creative writing class with you? I didn’t know you actually showed up to classes and did the work, but apparently she thinks your writing is poetic.” His voices goes high on the last word.

Eddie doesn’t even notice that he’s being mocked. “W-what else did she say about me?”

“She thinks you have great eyes and a cute smile and loves your hair.” 

Dustin leans over and grabs some of Eddie’s curls. “Ooh, it is very soft!”

“Get off of me, Henderson!” Eddie pushes the boy away. “Yeah, I use that class to work on my lyrics." Song lyrics usually aren’t the assignment, but his teachers are just grateful he’s doing something productive in their classes.

“Do you write songs about Y/N?” Mike teases. He’s not expecting Eddie’s serious reply.

“So what if I do?”

Now it’s the boys’ turn to be shocked. “Dude, you have to ask her out!” Lucas says. 

Dustin nods in agreement. “She’s smart and pretty. And she likes you.” He scans the cafeteria. “Look, she’s sitting with Nancy, over there! Go ask her!”

Eddie peers over in your direction. You catch him looking and smile. “Uh, nah, it looks like they’re studying or something. Don’t want to interrupt.”

“So, you don’t like her?” Lucas asks, confused.

“I do! I do like her, but...what if she says ‘no’? And then I look like a giant idiot?”

“Let’s put it this way: you can be a giant idiot who took a chance, or a giant idiot who talked himself out of a date with the nerdy bookworm girl of his dreams.” Dustin responds.

“Fine! Fine, I’ll go.”

“Wait!” Lucas says. “What are you going to ask her?”

Eddie slumps a bit. “Oh. I don’t know. Maybe...look over my lyrics with me?”

Dustin makes a buzzer noise. “Incorrect. Go ask if you can take her out for pizza and a movie. Tonight. Let her pick the movie.”

Eddie nods. “If she says no, I’m gonna tell your girlfriends that you wet the bed.”

He walks over to your table where you and Nancy have your history notes spread out in front of you. You look up at him and smile. “Hey, Eddie,” you say softly, trying to contain your excitement. Nancy can sense what’s going on and excuses herself to the bathroom. Eddie makes a mental note to thank her later.

“Hey, Y/N.” He puts his hands in his pockets to try and hide the clamminess. “Do you have any plans tonight?”

You shake your head. “I was just going to study more, probably. Gotta apply for those college scholarships.”

Scholarships. He was on his third round of senior year and he was trying to ask out a girl who could be getting scholarships. He stuffed the thought down. “Did you maybe wanna, I don’t know, grab some pizza? See a movie with me? You can pick it. Comedy, horror, action, even like a chick flick or whatever. Whatever you wanna see, I wanna see it with you.”

He’s kicking himself for sounding so eager, so pathetic, but you just laugh kindly. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” You tear out a piece of notebook paper and write your number down. They’re the most wonderful seven digits Eddie has ever seen. “Call me when you get home from school today, okay? We can see what’s playing?”

“Yeah, for sure,” he says, trying to play it cool. “I’ll, um, call you then.”

He turns around to go back to his table, where a small army of freshman boys are cheering him on.

--

Not sure if I should write Eddie & Reader’s first date and make this a kind-of series. Let me know!

[briarcrawford]

Let’s just get one thing straight right away: self-care is important for everyone. Not only do modern Americans (and anywhere else with a similar work week) work more than the average medieval peasant did, but stress is on the rise worldwide.

Stress is designed to give humans a short burst of energy and alertness, but it can also damage our bodies. It can cause sickness, increase chances of a heart attack, increases your appetite, and stress even causes way more than that. More info on stress on the body here.

So, yes, stress is bad for absolutely everyone, however, it is particularly hard on creatives. Yes, the bodily damage stress causes is the same as on every other person, but it is the harm to our work that is affected the most.

Studies show that the higher the stress, the lower the creativity, so your stress could be seriously limiting the quality of work you are putting out.

Don’t know where to start with self-care? I created a list of some ideas, and added plenty of links for people wanting to read more.

Take part in self-care Sunday. Some people need to schedule in a self-care day or they won’t do it. They put it off and put it off, so that it never happens. That’s why a growing number of people have started doing “self-care Sundays.” Simply put, it is one day during the week that is all about prioritizing your health.

Take a tea break. Tea has been noted to lower stress, so go sit in a comfortable spot with your favourite tea, and put your feet up for a while.

Take a phone/internet break. Phones are great in the way that they can give us constant stimulation, but is that a good thing? Not only is there a link between social media and depression, but phones can actually lower your creativity. It is when people are bored that their minds tend to wander and come up with great ideas, but how does that happen now with smartphones? Try a 24h internet detox, and see how you feel the next day. If you feel at all better, then maybe schedule a few days a month that you spend some time away from the digital world.

Go sit in nature. If it is possible for you and the weather is nice, go sit in nature. Not only is it great for stress levels and creativity, but it can even leave you feeling more rested. In japan, they even have a word for this magical effect nature has: shinrin-yoku, or “forest bathing.”

Workout. I know, I know, some of you are cringing at that, but it really is important. Not only does exercise help with your health and lower stress, but it does also boost creativity. If you are new to working out, start small! Aim for 10 min a day, and do not be afraid to “cheat” (example: modified/kneeling pushups) until you build your strength up.

Go For A Walk. Walking outside is shown to dramatically reduce stress, and boost creativity.

Meditate. This one is hard, but studies do show that meditation dramatically lowers stress, keeps your brain young, and, you guessed it, boosts creativity.

Take a Nap. That’s right, nap time for adults. Did you know some medieval serfs had a scheduled nap time too? When people get the “3PM slump” a nap might really be in order. Studies show it lowers stress and boosts creativity. Do note that the keyword here is “nap.” Do not nap more than 30 min or you will go into too deep of a sleep, making you groggy and potentially mess with your sleep cycle. Instead, aim for 10-30 min.

Play with your pet. Yep, pets lower stress.

Eat Well. Yes, your body does crave carbs and fats when you are stressed, but a balanced diet can help your body manage stress levels, and boost creativity.

Take a Bath. Do I really have to link for this one? I doubt it. Yup, having a bath lowers stress.

Get proper sleep. Not getting enough sleep at night is horrible for your body, creativity, and your stress levels. Link here.

Join a group. For example, a writing group. Not only is chatting good for your mental health, but it can be helpful to chat with creatives who are going through the exact same things you are. Just be sure it is a positive environment.

Listen to happy music. Studies show it can help.

If those are not enough, since the first day of fall is coming up (northern hemisphere) here are some fall-themed ideas. Pick one at random, and enjoy!

🌻 Find some sunflowers to admire

🔥 Have a fire with warm blankets (if its cold) and snacks

🥧 Bake recipe with fall ingredients (like apples or pumpkin)

🥣 Cook some chili

☕ Brew up some hot apple cider

☕ Get a pumpkin themed drink from somewhere

🍏 Pick some apples

🍏 Dip apples in caramel

🥕 Visit a farmers market

🌽 Visit a corn maze or bale maze

🕯 Spend a day antiquing

📖 Read a book with a warm drink and a fall candle

🍂 Decorate for fall

🍂 Read a book outside

🍂 Have a fall picnic

🍂 Go for a fall drive or hike

🍂 Go view some fall leaves

🍂 Watch geese flying south

🎃 Decorate for Halloween

🎃 Listen to a spooky audiobook or podcast

🎃 Read a spooky book

🎃 Visit a pumpkin patch

🎃 Carve or paint a pumpkin

🎃Go on a ghost tour

🎃Take a graveyard tour

🎃 Cozy up with some special snacks and watch a Halloween movie or show; such as Over The Garden Wall.

[xalygatorx]

Life feels a bit shit atm (in the big picture, it’s not, but I am running the gambit of physical stress symptoms yippee), which means I’m in a creative slump.

Tentatively, I’m going to say my ask box is open for Adelie/Alastor (Death in Pink) and Reader/Alastor requests. (Just these pairings at the moment although if this goes well, I’ll likely do the same with Astarion when I one day return to writing Unbound. 👀)

Turnaround won’t be immediate (probably?) but unless I’m uncomfortable with requested content, I’ll endeavor to do them all either in headcanon (list) or oneshot form. 🤷‍♀️ (more details below the fold, minors DNI just in case sorry)

I won’t write anything non-con or like too out there, especially regarding sex. lol I know that’s vague but I’m not sure what’s off-limits for me yet. 😂 I guess I’ll know when I see it. I can refer you to some ICONIC kinky smut authors if that’s your poison.

My Alastor is demiromantic/asexual (graysexual at most) so you’ll get more fluff or “first time” sort of stuff from me. Adelie is also demi (romantic and sexual) for whatever it’s worth. I myself am demiromantic/asexual so you’ll probably get that vibe from my “reader” characters too.

I’ve never done a Reader fic either, but I’d like to try, so that’s part of this too. 😅 I’ll likely do either female or gender-neutral reader characters for these.

Please don’t feel bad or offended if I don’t do your idea or it takes me a while. 🫶

If I know I’m not going to do an idea for whatever reason, I’ll reply and say so instead of leaving you hanging (unless you ask me not to of course). x

[all54321]

After seeing so much Limited Life Scarian angst, I wanted to write something happy with them. So, an AU where the life series is a bunch of games these guys play for fun and nothing serious or traumatic comes from them.

After each session there is a break for everyone to cool down and relax. Just so no one gets too worked up over it and to make sure this all stays a friendly game. During these breaks there is also a discussion to make sure everyone is doing okay and no one has any serious problems with something that happened.

This takes place after session 7.

—————

Grian peers out of the Nosey Neighbor’s tower at the sound of a horn. He startles when he sees Scar perched on the wall, smiling brightly, horn clutched in his hand. Grian isn’t sure if he’s amused or concerned.

“What is he doing?” Pearl says, mirth in her voice.

“I have no idea, I’m just glad he didn’t enter and trigger the trap.”

“What would happen then?” BigB asks joining them.

“With the timers paused? It should do nothing to him. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully?”

“Not like we tested that scenario out. I’ll go see what he wants.” Grian descends the tower, knowing exactly what Scar wants. He approaches his partner, careful of the pressure plates. “What are you even doing?”

“I wanted to see you!” He says cheerily.

“There’s an opening?” Grian replies, humor and confusion mixing in his voice.

Scar studies where Grian stands, in the center of a cluster of pressure plates, “and step on one of those? I don’t know what’s under any of them.”

“I wouldn’t invite you in if there was a trap,” Grian bluffs. The trap is hidden for a reason, a temporary ruce won’t change that.

“Doesn’t matter now, let’s go!”

Before Scar can move, Pearl exits the tower, “bring him back by sundown!”

Grian shoots her a glare, but Scar chuckles, “will do!” Grian quickly heads to the entrance in the wall, stepping around the trapped pressure plate.

Scar meets him on the ground on the other side, “where to?”

“Down here, unless you want to go somewhere more secluded,” Grian replies, heading towards the drop-down to the river.

“Nah, it’s good, we only have a little time after all.”

Grian nods, sliding down the edge to sit by the waters edge. Scar joins him after a moment, leaning back against the stone. “Things are getting crazy,” he murmurs after a moment.

Scar hums, “yeah, the end is near, huh?” He stares down at his arm, the red timer blinking.

Grian glances at it, only a couple days remain for Scar. He quickly tears his eyes away, focusing on the water. He picks up a stone and skips it, eventually saying quietly, “yeah, I don’t think we’ll have another chat here.”

Scar doesn’t respond for a moment, Grian doesn’t meet his eyes, choosing to skip another stone. “Are you okay?”

Grian looks over in surprise, “huh?”

“With Jimmy and Joel dying, I mean.”

“Ah, yeah,” he replies after a moment, looking away again, “kinda jarring, but this is just a game, y’know?”

“Doesn’t change anything.”

Grian slumps back, unable to hide from his partner, “okay, yeah, I’m bothered.” He glances over, “maybe it has something to do with them not being on Hermitcraft. I mean, most of us here we’ll see each other again just a few days after someone dies. But with them… I guess I can talk to them when we get out, but I don’t see them in person all too often.”

Scar bumps their shoulders together before leaning against Grian, “maybe you should do that when we get back.”

“Maybe,” he sighs, skipping a stone. Grian shakes his head, “anyway, how are you doing with… everything you have going on.”

Scar bursts into laughter, “oh, the usual. I killed dad, dad killed me, Bdubs tried to stop me. You know how it is.”

Grian opens and closes his mouth a few times, “I- I really don’t.” He lets out a surprised laugh, “I still don’t understand what you guys have going on.”

“Gotta be creative in how we have allies,” Scar gives him a look from the corner of his eye, “you know how it is, I’m sure.”

Grian huffs goodnatured-ly, “I guess.”

Scar leans closer, throwing an arm over Grian’s shoulders, “how are you feeling about the rest of this game?”

Grian glances at him to see him looking down, he follows the gaze to his arm. Grian traces the red numbers, the time he has left. “In terms of winning, hopeful. Worried about Scott, though.”

Scar gasps, mock-offended, “not me?”

“Nah,” Grian gives him a cheeky grin, “you’re not that scary.”

Scar sits up, pulling his arm back and leaning over Grian. He his hands on either side of him, pinning him against the stone, his voice drops when he speaks, “oh yeah?”

They stare at each other silently for a minute before Grian laughs, pushing Scar back. “Fine, you’re just not scary to me. There’s no way you could be, anymore.” Scar hums, but a beeping stops him from responding. Grian pulls out his communicator, “we only have a few more minutes before the game continues.”

“Ah, I guess this is it then,” Scar stands up, reaching down a hand to assist Grian up.

Grian nods as he stands up, “we’ll probably talk next like this back home.”

Instead of a reply, Scar leans down and pulls Grian into a kiss. It only lasts a couple of seconds before he pulls back. Grian tries to follow, but Scar just grins. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, then.”

“Yeah,” Grian murmurs, not able to hide his disappointment.

They climb back up the river bank and bid each other goodbye before returning back to their allies. They need to prepare for the final session, after all.

~~Bonus~~

Pearl watches the pair run off, “they act like teenagers sneaking out to meet together in the middle of the night.”

BigB laughs, “except there was nothing sneaky about that.”

[bluiex]

After seeing so much Limited Life angst, I decided to make some fluff. Especially for Scarian. In this the life series is just a game they play for fun where no trauma is had and no problems are gained. After each session there’s a small break for everyone to relax for a bit. This takes place after session 7.

(Also it seems that Tumblr fixed the issue with the text not changing color)

—————

Grian peers out of the Nosey Neighbor’s tower at the sound of a horn. He startles when he sees Scar perched on the wall, smiling brightly, horn clutched in his hand. Grian isn’t sure if he’s amused or concerned.

“What is he doing?” Pearl says, mirth in her voice.

“I have no idea, I’m just glad he didn’t enter and trigger the trap.”

“What would happen then?” BigB asks joining them.

“With the timers paused? It should do nothing to him. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully?”

“Not like we tested that scenario out. I’ll go see what he wants.” Grian descends the tower, knowing exactly what Scar wants. He approaches his partner, careful of the pressure plates. “What are you even doing?”

“I wanted to see you!” He says cheerily.

“There’s an opening?” Grian replies, humor and confusion mixing in his voice.

Scar studies where Grian stands, in the center of a cluster of pressure plates, “and step on one of those? I don’t know what’s under any of them.”

“I wouldn’t invite you in if there was a trap,” Grian bluffs. The trap is hidden for a reason, a temporary truce won’t change that.

“Doesn’t matter now, let’s go!”

Before Scar can move, Pearl exits the tower, “bring him back by sundown!”

Grian shoots her a glare, but Scar chuckles, “will do!” Grian quickly heads to the entrance in the wall, stepping around the trapped pressure plate.

Scar meets him on the ground on the other side, “where to?”

“Down here, unless you want to go somewhere more secluded,” Grian replies, heading towards the drop-down to the river.

“Nah, it’s good, we only have a little time after all.”

Grian nods, sliding down the edge to sit by the waters edge. Scar joins him after a moment, leaning back against the stone. “Things are getting crazy,” he murmurs after a moment.

Scar hums, “yeah, the end is near, huh?” He stares down at his arm, the red timer blinking.

Grian glances at it, only a couple days remain for Scar. He quickly tears his eyes away, focusing on the water. He picks up a stone and skips it, eventually saying quietly, “yeah, I don’t think we’ll have another chat here.”

Scar doesn’t respond for a moment, Grian doesn’t meet his eyes, choosing to skip another stone. “Are you okay?”

Grian looks over in surprise, “huh?”

“With Jimmy and Joel dying, I mean.”

“Ah, yeah,” he replies after a moment, looking away again, “kinda jarring, but this is just a game, y’know?”

“Doesn’t change anything.”

Grian slumps back, unable to hide from his partner, “okay, yeah, I’m bothered.” He glances over, “maybe it has something to do with them not being on Hermitcraft. I mean, most of us here will see each other again just a few days after someone dies. But with them… I guess I can talk to them when we get out, but I don’t see them in person all too often.”

Scar bumps their shoulders together before leaning against Grian, “maybe you should do that when we get back.”

“Maybe,” he sighs, skipping a stone. Grian shakes his head, “anyway, how are you doing with… everything you have going on.”

Scar laughs, “oh, the usual. I killed dad, dad killed me, Bdubs tried to stop me. You know how it is.”

Grian opens and closes his mouth a few times, “I- I really don’t.” He lets out a surprised laugh, “I still don’t understand what you guys have going on.”

“Gotta be creative in how we have allies,” Scar gives him a look from the corner of his eye, “you know how it is, I’m sure.”

Grian huffs goodnatured-ly, “I guess.”

Scar leans closer, throwing an arm over Grian’s shoulders, “how are you feeling about the rest of this game?”

Grian glances at him to see him looking down, he follows the gaze to his arm. Grian traces the red numbers, the time he has left. “In terms of winning, hopeful. Worried about Scott, though.”

Scar gasps, mock-offended, “not me?”

“Nah,” Grian gives him a cheeky grin, “you’re not that scary.”

Scar sits up, pulling his arm back and leaning over Grian. He his hands on either side of him, pinning him against the stone, his voice drops when he speaks, “oh yeah?”

They stare at each other silently for a minute before Grian laughs, pushing Scar back. “Fine, you’re just not scary to me. There’s no way you could be, anymore.” Scar hums, but a beeping stops him from responding. Grian pulls out his communicator, “we only have a few more minutes before the game continues.”

“Ah, I guess this is it then,” Scar stands up, reaching down a hand to assist Grian up.

Grian nods as he stands up, “we’ll probably talk next like this back home.”

Instead of a reply, Scar leans down and pulls Grian into a kiss. It only lasts a couple of seconds before he pulls back. Grian tries to follow, but Scar just grins. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, then.”

“Yeah,” Grian murmurs, not able to hide his disappointment.

They climb back up the river bank and bid each other goodbye before returning back to their allies. They need to prepare for the final session, after all.

~ ~ ~ Bonus ~ ~ ~

Pearl watches the pair run off, “they act like teenagers sneaking out to meet together in the middle of the night.”

BigB laughs, “except there was nothing sneaky about that.”

YEEES FLUFF- we desperately need fluff for traffic Scarian. And this is just AMAZING. Hanging out on break, Scar checking in on Grian making sure he's fine.. I love them qoq

Imagine this- once Grian gets back to the tower both Pearl and BigB ask how his date went. And Grian just stutter and punches Pearl in the arm(lovingly) before saying it was nice

[unfriendlyamazon]

by any other name (pirate au)

y'all are getting all sorts of things out of my archives but talking to @alectoperdita reminded me of this pirates au i've had sitting in a folder for a long time and i wrote this silly little piece just to kind of play with crew dynamics i guess

no warnings just a silly little scene and this takes place after joey and seto have begun a relationship (and if you like pirates you can read my kaijou scene from my au project a few years back)

It’d been an industrious morning for the crew of the Summoned Skull. Ammunitions weighed and secured, cargo stacked, deck swabbed, and the ship drifted through the open Atlantic, winds carrying half-filled sails south along the coast. A lazy afternoon sun made the brass and wood too hot to work over. Even the terrifying skull faced visage protruding from the bow seemed to wilt beneath the sunlight. Seto lounged on the stairs of the quarterdeck and scraped his sword across the whetstone, enjoying the satisfying metal sound of his work. Beneath him, first mate Wheeler had dropped down onto the steps and swept his fingers through his sweat soaked mop of hair. It distracted Seto momentarily, but he kept his hand steady. Their quartermaster Miss Gardner had stopped her work as well to lean against one of the barrels that Tristan had been trying to move, forcing him to slump against the ocean stained wood. Their surgeon Bakura had taken to lounging on the floor as Duke braided his hair. If the captain minded such a lazy show, he didn’t say anything at all from where he stood at the wheel of the ship. Seto’s eyes drew up to Captain Atem, whose eyes were on the distant horizon. Even in the shining sun, without moonlight or the red of a burning ship reflecting in his eyes, he still managed to live up to the name the Shadow King.

And then, Seto’s cold and calculated tongue said without much thought, “Why does he get a nickname?”

The gathered paused in consideration. Tea shrugged her shoulders and said, “He’s a pirate captain. It comes with the territory.”

“Shadow King’s a little dramatic,” Seto said with a furrowed brow.

Joey huffed out a laugh and dropped his head back to smile up at him. “Like you don’t know anything about that.”

“I only mean,” he said, sliding the stone across the blade, “it seems a little silly for him to be the only one. You’re all pirates as well.”

“You are too,” Duke reminded him. They finished the first braid and twined a red ribbon to cap it with a bow. “I’ve already got everyone calling me Duke Devlin. Hard to come up with a better name than that.”

“It does roll off the tongue,” Ryou said. “I’ve heard several crew members refer to me as the Ghost.”

“I started that,” Joey admitted, raising a hand. “It’s only because you were so quiet when we first took you on.”

“That and you look like a ghost,” Tristan said.

“Fair,” murmured Ryou.

"Joey was Iron Hands on our last crew," Tristan said.

“Only because I beat a man to death with my bare hands one time,” he said. “I don’t make a habit of it.”

“Mad Eyes Wheeler is a better name for him,” Tea said, and she flexed her own biceps in a strong man pose. “I think Tristan would be the Hammer. You hit hard and strong and also you use hammers.”

“I like that,” he said. “Duke’s Duke, obviously, we’ve got Mad Eyes and the Ghost–”

“Hey,” Joey protested, and Tristan ignored him.

“And the lord would be something like Two Blades Kaiba,” he finished.

Seto’s stone slid off the blade. “Why is that the best you can come up with?”

“No, it makes sense,” Joey said. “You carry two swords.”

“Everyone here has a sword,” Seto said.

“And you’ve got two of them,” Tea said. “The logic stands.”

Seto ground his teeth together. “It’s not the most dynamic name.”

“Pirates don’t tend to be very creative,” Ryou lamented. “You’ll note the characters of Blackbeard and Calico Jack are best known for having a black beard, and wearing calico clothes.”

“Mai!” Tea called as the lady herself crossed the deck. “Do you have a pirate name?”

She peered up at them, purple lips pursed, and then she tossed her blond hair over her shoulder as she struck a pose. “They call me Lady Valentine.”

“See,” Duke said. “She gets it. Pick a name that everyone wants to say.”

“Shouldn’t you scags be working?” she called and started up the steps. “Is this the example you set for this crew?”

“We’ve done most of the work,” Joey said with a wave of his hand. “We’re coming up with a pirate name for the lord.”

“Oh, is that all.” Mai stood in front of them, pinching her chin with her thumb, and her eyes narrowed in on Seto. “Have you tried Two Blades?”

“Why does everyone say that?” Seto groaned. He sliced his sword forward, eying down the blade. “It should be something good. Like the Blue Devil.”

Joey snorted out a laugh. “Because you wear a lot of blue?”

“It’s a gentleman’s color,” Mai said. “What about Mad Eyes? He’s got a crazed look half the time.”

“Joey called it,” Tea said.

He cut her a glare. “I didn’t call it.”

“You could be Black Dragon,” Ryou piped up. “Because of the tattoo.”

“Why does he get to be a dragon?” Seto asked, letting his blade drop.

Joey laid back onto the stairs. “You said you didn’t want a tattoo.”

“I think these names have to come naturally,” Tristan said. “You can’t force everyone to start calling you the Blue Devil.”

“Depends how stabby you’re feeling,” Mai said. “But then you just get a name like Stabs.”

“That’s a good name for Duke,” Tea said with a finger snap.

“Then how does he,” Seto said, gesturing vaguely above him, “end up with a name like ‘the Shadow King’?”

Mai twirled her finger in a turn around motion, and when Seto turned his head he jolted back. The captain sat just behind him, crouched forward on the quarterdeck steps, kohl covered eyes staring straight at him. Strands of coiled hair were kept back out to show off his wild eyes and shark’s grin.

“Because I am sneaky,” he said, warm North African accent burning the edges of his words, “and I am quick, and I make people kneel.”

Seto didn’t flinch his gaze from his, and Atem stared him down a heartbeat longer before rocking back onto the seat and laughing loudly. Seto considered he’d spent too much time in this crew, getting to know them as people, that sometimes he forgot about the shadows that attacked his ship and the fire that lit behind them.

“Names come with time,” the captain promised and offered a hearty pat to Seto’s back. “We’ll all hear of the legend of the Blue Devil someday. Now, Miss Gardner.”

She stood straight as he snapped his fingers, and cleared her throat before bellowing out, “What are you doing lazing around here? Get to work, scags!”

They scrambled up to their feet as she thumped the barrel, and Mai made a hard turn back to her work. Joey grabbed Seto’s wrist and pulled him onto the deck, head back laughing as he dragged him off to their stations. Tea’s thumping sent a few more people scattering.

“Alright, Blue Devil,” Joey said. “Back to work it is.”

“I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Seto groaned. “All those names are so stupid.”

“I think it might be how you sell it,” he said. He reached up to pinch his cheek, and Seto caught his hand before he could. He brought his hand up, kissing the bruised knuckle, before releasing him.

“Keep the bloodshed to a minimum,” he said and with a smirk added, “Mad Eye.”

Joey yanked his hand away with an eye roll despite the red warming his cheeks. It was satisfying, at least, that he had no response as he stalked off to his own duties. Perhaps those silly names did serve a purpose after all. He’d have to see what else he could come up with, in his own time.

[jeonqkooks]

happy new year's eve!

just a quick lil post bc i’d just like to talk a bit about my 2023 on tumblr and what’s to come in 2024 and this isn't exactly a sunshine-and-rainbows post so i figured i'd say it while we're still in 2023. idk if anyone’s even bothering to read under the cut but if not then this is just for me lol

but yeahhh 2023 wasn’t exactly great in terms of the tumblr experience for me. i was in a creative slump for a while there and thought writing had completely slipped from me. got wack anons for the first time! people whom i thought were relatively cool turned out to be weirdos which was hella disappointing lol smh. the fandom experience took a turn for the worse - though i am still grateful that i had a solid year and a half that was really fun being a part of the fandom before things took a nosedive (🙄). overall, it was the accumulation of all these things and more that made being on jeonqkooks not as fun and comforting anymore, which has been quite sad bc you know how much i loved being here with you guys - you’re all my bubs 💞

don’t worry i’m not leaving lol. i’m not abandoning any wip. i’m still gonna be here; i’m just taking my time to find my groove with the blog and our lil community here again <3 when it comes to writing, i’ll probably be a bit more active elsewhere (cough @withleeknow cough) for the time being bc that’s where the inspo is coming from right now lol

also, i’m kinda hoping for bigger changes in 2024 in my personal life sooo there’s that !

yeah, that’s it i guess. i’m still in the obs server if people are still interested in joining

love you all very much 💘 happy new year's eve!

[rabbitenn]

MATCHUP FOR @hell2electricboogaloo

Hello, dear and thank you for sending in a matchup request ! I hope this lives up to your expectations and I thank you too for your support <3

As I was reading your info for the first time, I knew exactly who your two matches were going to be hehe I’m hoping you like them !

Your idolish7 match is someone definitely on the calmer side. But don’t be fooled, darkness hides beneath that composed exterior of his, ready to strike as a serpent’s claws if you ever came to be in danger. He is definitely assertive, and won’t back down from confrontation, sarcasm and wit being his closest allies. Like you, he leans towards the artistic nature of the world.

Can you guess who I have in mind already? Well, come along, for it seems he is ready to read your fortune…

♡ NATSUME MINAMI

Like you, ZOOL’s resident songwriter is more on the introverted side, choosing to observe the scene, making the occasional snide remark with a smile on his face.

Even though he is highly logical and thinks before acting, Minami is quite the creative and imaginative guy. He has to be, to compose his band’s songs. Plus, art and music have been a big part of his life since he was little.

That being said, he understands your hobbies and your need to go beyond the mundane when you absorb yourself in daydreams.

Mina definitely has a calm vibe to him, so he’d be good at reassuring you and balancing out the hectic pace of your mind when stress takes ahold of you.

The way you view the world, and like analyzing media and art is something that really appeals to him. On times when you’re engrossed in a musical, play or song, he can’t help but be curious and want to join you!

What conclusions might you be reaching in this instant? He wonders…

—

His “I’m home” greeting falls on deaf ears.

The songwriter’s lips curve up into a knowing smile. Judging by the time, you must already be home, headphones on, immersed in some new song or musical.

A few steps into the living room confirm your lover’s theory.

There you sit, your laptop in front of you, notebook in hand. Your lips move in tune to what it seems to be a tranquil melody.

A few jotted down notes fill the pages.

Perhaps your take on the singer’s lyrics, maybe the beginning to a fairytale ending.

His amabrine eyes crinkle up in warm crescents as he regards you, so focused on your task, and yet your mind feels so faraway, drifting off into the clouds you seem to oftentimes cling to.

Smirking playfully, the idol sneaks in a kiss to your cheek.

You gasp, pausing your music, ripping your headphones off, almost headbutting your boyfriend accidentally in the process.

He dodges gracefully, his soft chuckles filling the room.

“Mina!” You yell, shoulders relaxing now, as you slump backwards on your chair. “You scared me… Did I hit you?” You ask, concern evident in your gaze. “I’m so sorry if I hurt you…”

The blonde takes your hands in his, smiling.

“Not in the slightest, dear, you didn’t harm me.”

You let out a sigh of relief, tidying up the table a little, pens, papers and your headset all scattered around.

“Good…” You breathe out, to which he chuckles again.

“You are cute.” Minami tells you, his face inching close to yours. Then, his eyes focus on your screen.

“What are you working on?” He glances in your notes’ direction, picking them up. “Song analysis or new story?”

You fluster a little.

“A little bit of both.” You reply, sheepishly. “I was listening to this song.” You pull up the lyrics on screen. “The melody is quite soothing… And I think I can relate to the artist’s words when she says she’s ‘too misty and too much in love’.”

Your partner watches you with a soft gaze, the golden skies in his stare, glinting knowingly, your indication to go on.

“When the term ‘misty’ is used in this song, I think it means far away from reality, alienated, in a way, seeing the world through a screen of fog.” You highlight the exact lyrics on your laptop. “Then, when she goes ‘can’t you see that you’re leading me on? And it’s just what I want you to do’, she’s singing that to someone close to her, a lover, maybe. The person who can keep her grounded, maybe bringing some hope to mundanity.”

You flip through a couple of pages in your notebook, showing Minami a space where you have scribbled something in colored pens. He doesn’t miss the little doodles on the edges of the pages, he would love to see your drawings more often.

“The singer speaks of being lost, and how she follows that someone. Otherwise she would ‘wander through this wonderland alone’.” You tap your pen on the page. “‘Wonderland’ here means real life, I’m guessing, which to her is an unknown place, but she has that someone to hold onto.” You raise your head, searching for your boyfriend’s gaze, already on you.

“What do you think, Mina?”

“I think you’re amazing.” The way he says it with a straight face makes your heart skip a few beats, the warmth of his honeyed stare, rising to your cheeks.

“Well… t-thanks…” You manage, biting your lip, as a shy smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“I quite like the piano in this song too.” He adds, replaying a fragment from the beginning. “I could play it sometime for you, your voice would go very well with the melody and lyrics as well.”

“Really?” You look up at him, a true wonderland of stars now glittering in your gaze. “I’d love that.” You add, finally, nuzzling against him.

—

Your outgoing personality once you get to know someone would balance out pretty well with Minami’s teasing tendencies. He enjoys teasing you sometimes, just to steal a kiss or two, or seeing you pout. (Don’t worry, though, he won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable).

When you have trouble saying no, he’s there for you. With that enigmatic smile of his, and apparently soft tone that hides a menacing edge to it, he dismisses potential stressors to your plans. You can’t help but sigh in relief in these instances, thanking him as you lean your head on his shoulder.

Minami also finds your excitable, loyal and clumsy nature endearing. It’s so cute when you get happy about something; plus, he’ll always be there to catch you when you fall.

He thinks it’s so admirable you want to become a researcher. He’s studied abroad, and knows quite a few things about Northmeir and foreign languages. While those might not be the fields you’re interested in investigating, he’ll be there to support you and offer you every tip he remembers using back in his days as a student.

Taking into account zodiac signs now, yours and Minami’s happen to be highly compatible. His zodiac, gemini, and yours, taurus, enjoy the privacy of inner shared jokes and knowing gazes only the two of you understand. Both signs are fated to live long lasting relationships, a low and soothing fire that never runs out, keeping each other always interested, wanting to know and explore more of your partner’s mind and feelings.

While it is true that your mbti (infp) is more emotional and expressive of their feelings than intj (Minami’s mbti), both of you can make for a very stable match. You two have similarities, despite the differences in communication: intellectually driven and with a curious mind for learning. The stability born out of your differences, fitting into each other like puzzle pieces, make your match a lasting and strong one.

Both your enneagram types match very well too. Your 2w3 is sociable and helpful, looking after others, even at the expense of your own free time. Minami’s 5w6 favors the intellectual, logical and practical. Combined together, I do believe both balance each other nicely.

And lastly, Minami fits most of the requirements your ideal partner should have: he would reassure you that by being yourself you are not annoying in the slightest, and that any who get to meet you are very lucky; he has common interests with you too, and while some may differ, he does enjoy just keeping you company while you draw, write, or watch a musical. He is definitely a calming presence, assertivity is practically his middle name, and could ground you in the times when you are struggling.

♡ RUNNER UP: KUJO TENN

For your second match, Tenn is a very suitable candidate, taking into account both your personality and preferences.

He grew up studying overseas as well. And in that time, he had the chance to attend many musicals and plays. By which, he really understands your interest for media analyses and music. He’d be very happy if you told him about your research on the field too!

Tenn is totally the assertive type. He would have no problem in saying ‘no’ when you seem unable to. As much as he lives and works for his fans, he really wouldn’t want you burning out for the sake of pleasing others.

TRIGGER’s center really admires your hardworking nature. He always gives his everything and more, so he loves how much passion you put into the things you love.

The angelic idol deserves someone affectionate, he’s always offering his smiles and best performances for everyone, but who takes care of him? You could fill that roll pretty well, since you mention you stay true to yourself, doing your best to be affectionate and helpful.