#i hope this makes sense bc it's kinda random + came out from the pits of my mind 😭

[luneariaa]

ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ ROOFTOP. ( matt m. )

have no idea for the title, and never wrote for him, so i hope this is okay! ❤ just smth i imagined with him. female reader based. grammatical errors may be found.

word count : 900+ || dividers by @/saradika-graphics !! ❤

Your heels clicked not-so-heavily against the concrete grounds, which ended up being at the rooftop where he is at with no one in sight. No one would've been out at this hour, especially due to the drizzle that started to pour out from the sky itself at the moment.

This is wrong-- and yet your feet didn't follow exactly on the words that has been echoing throughout your mind. It refuses to.

The night breeze, accompanied with a hint of coldness could be felt seeping into your skin-- successfully enough to temporarily distract you from your now, slightly more cluttered thoughts; eyes eventually landed upon the back of a familiar figure, which also happens to be there.

MATT MURDOCK is truly a sight to behold, the same way as how his name oftentimes rolls out from your lips so naturally, and perfectly still. His black, yet tightly looking outfit, which hugs every muscle of his body oh-so-deliciously, manages to catch you off guard despite of having seen him like this countless times before. Even his black eyeless mask is still on, to which conceals his true identity-- but you knew.

He stood by the edge of the rooftop fearlessly; his keen senses remain heightened, highly aware of his surroundings presumably. The drizzle didn't mess with his senses as much at the moment, to which he's grateful for.

You don't know why, but it feels soothing, despite the possible dangers that might occur within every second now.

But at least you're at the rooftop with him.

No words have been spoken yet, but he knew that you were approaching him. You knew about his 'secret activities' during the nights, and it's almost a bad thing for you to be highly cognizant by such a classified info.

Eventually, you stopped in your tracks, just by a few feet away from where he is, letting yourself be soaked up by the light rainwater without any hint of care.

It doesn't take long for him to actually turn around and face you, being able to pinpoint your current location, calling out to you with his usual soothing voice.

"I wasn't expecting any visitors." He remarked, a hint of a small, wry smile tugging by the corner of his lips on full display. From his tone alone, you're unsure whether he's pleased with your sudden presence, or he's regarding you as a nuisance when he firstly able to detect you.

Everything feels so, oddly amusing to him, especially when your mere existence is really there with him-- from the way your heart beats, the pattern of your breathing, and even the faint scent of the perfume that you wore lingered in the air; intermingled with the rain and asphalt, and it's so.. comforting for him, to say the least. Matt could feel the previous tensions within his body gradually leaving, which is almost too surprising.

"You're gonna get sick." Those are the first words that you managed to speak out, which is quite ironic since the both of you are literally standing underneath the rainy sky.

"Don't worry," he chuckled, which is filled with mirth. "I've been through worse, but I'm sure you're aware of that."

"And besides.."

"It's just a little rain." He begins to take several steps forward to you, ultimately closing the distance between the two of you, and all while doing so, a charming grin is now evident upon his features.

But even so, he wasn't quite sure if you've taken notice of the subtle hint of vulnerability, flashes within his eyes once he has taken the face mask off, revealing his face to you on full display. He wishes you didn't, though.

Matt detected the slightest shift of your heartbeat, but he didn't dare to ask just yet.

One of you might end up getting sick-- or the both of you, but it's the least of your concern at this point. He's starting to enjoy your mere presence; any other thoughts are being blocked out.

He could feel the slight heat radiating off from you-- a stark contrast to the coldness around you two. Though, a faint tremble is also present despite the heat you produced.

It doesn't take long for him to decide on what to do; gradually reaching out to pull you closer to him. No words have been exchanged just yet, and no complains have been intended to be made.

It's both amusing and sweet as to how his actions are showing as if he's trying to warm you up, even under the open area of the weather. Matt would place one of his hands on the small of your back, and the other would gently rubbing the back of your now pretty damp hair.

Then, Matt would lead you towards another edge, yet safer spot around the rooftop-- which is more secluded in a way and could be used as a temporary shelter. The whole atmosphere is almost too romantic to experience; several lights can be seen decorating the sight of the city below, and the light rain just adds to it further.

He would hold onto your hand, and place it atop of his quite soaked chest after, allowing you to feel his own heartbeat. It's soothing, to say the least, and he's being extra gentle, yet careful with his touches.

Matt probably doesn't know the kind of look you've sent him-- or maybe, he secretly does. Thus, what led to his current actions, and that is, if you're aware.

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are welcomed. all rights reserved.

[actual-fucking-clown]

Take your time then.

Aizawa x gender neutral reader

Story under the cut :)

Unedited but like edited but still not properly edited :)

Hope you enjoy!!!

a/n: it’s been a hot min since I’ve written a fic. I think the last time i was 14 and it was shit and on wattpad. Ha. I hate myself. N e way, I was recently writing some shit for an au me and my friend thought up and in the back of my mind I was like, “you should start writing fics again bc this is kinda fun”, soo lo and behold I made a post asking if anyone would be interested, shared a little too much personal shit in it but whatever, and have now decided to write this mother fucker. (3/25/21)

a/n: not sure if anyone will care about this series of a/n’s but I’m just chronicling thoughts ig. rewriting rn bc my first draft was short and ass. Also I’m thinking about opening requests after this is posted, will go into detail in a diff post maybe. (3/28/21)

a/n: deleted everything, rewriting. I just want to make something that might be decent and if I can give that feeling, y’know those chills you get when you read something utterly gorgeous, but I’m bad at writing. sadge (3/28/21, like several hours later)

a/n: ugh (4/1/21)

a/n: ugh pt 2 electric boogaloo. I can’t seem to move forward with the writing. I realized something like this might happen bc to solve a problem feelings need to be discussed and I fucking hate doing that so you can see where I’m fucking up lmaooooo (4/2/21)

a/n: I read angst to fuel my writing brain. So, read some angst, finally writing agian. This first section is probs as long as the story itself LMFAO(4/5/21)

Started: (3/25/21) Finished: (4/5/21)

Warnings: uh angst, curse words, like a lot, (i saw someone else put this as a warning, do I actually need it?), avoiding problems instead of actually facing them, mentions of shit so-so parenting, mentions of not being able to live up to high expectations, y’know, the works

Synopsis: Aizawa takes in Eri without running it by you first and expects you to be okay with it. That’s funny. He was wrong.

Can I preface this with a thought? I’m going to anyway,

all the fics I read paint him as the sweetest partner and I’m sure he is but I think they miss out on how blunt he is and his whole “Mr. Rationality” thing. So as much as I adore him I think there are situations that he’d be a bit more colder towards, a bit more straightforward about. Maybe even like a bit insensitive about but maybe bc he doesn’t have the full picture or something. so I guess this is another warning but aizawa is a little insensitive in the beginning (but like not really but kinda. it’s complicated)

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Rain pattered softly against the window. The smell of some old random Bath and Bodyworks candle you’d dug out from a box you’d never bothered to unpack smothered the room. Some Netflix show idly played on a low volume on your computer, you’d lost interest in watching tv awhile ago. You needed a break. After the eventful month you’d been having you really needed this. 

Now of course your whole year so far had been eventful. What with all the villain attacks on you and Shouta’s class and the kidnapping of one of your students, to just dealing with the more mundane problems with your students. No. You had no problem with that. The villains, although not easy, were something you were trained to handle. The smaller problems with your students weren’t arduous either, after all you weren’t too much older than them. 

When reflecting on your situation, from and outside perspective it could be seen as the straw the broke the camels back, which sure, makes sense. After all, you’re bound to be stressed out by everything else, so why would this seemingly insignificant thing weigh heavier than a villain attack? Well if that is the situation why does this single straw feel like it weighs a ton? This is not that. This is not culmination of the events of this year draining the life from you. This is something entirely different. A panic inducing life change that completely took you by surprise mixed with your inability to actually face your problems. 

You don’t blame them. You can’t. They’ve done nothing wrong. A child. A small, probably mentally scarred child is your problem. Well not her personally but the fear taking care of her instills in you. Despite working in the field that you do, you cannot for the life of you handle actual children. Sure you’re a little awkward with your class but at least they’re young adults and (vaguely) mature and independent to a certain extent. The fact that your long term boyfriend just came back one day, small child in tow and said “Hey I’ve gotta look after this one now” not verbatim obviously, for a lack of better words, fucked you up. He basically solo adopted a kid and, let’s be honest, he probably expected you to help out. But how could you? How could this man look at you and think “I want this person to help me raise an already fucked up child?” Ok sure, he doesn’t at first give off the “I’m totally father figure material” vibe but in the end he is extremely competent. You on the other hand, not so much.

You’d never been good with children. Tried your best to steer clear of them. Didn’t matter the place, didn’t matter who’s kid, you couldn’t handle them. You would just stand there, awkwardly, not entirely sure of what to do and petrified that there was the possibility of making some mistake which would upset the child and then oh wow look, your head got chopped right of your shoulders. That’s hyperbole of course but it does sum up the insurmountable fear that overcomes you whenever you have to deal with a child. So considering the fact that your long term boyfriend had suddenly decided to adopt and not at least warn you, didn’t sit right with you.

So, the best and most obvious choice, was to avoid your problem. Avoid Shouta, avoid Eri. Avoid the mention of them and you, avoid it all. And honestly you’d done pretty well so far. You were able to have as little contact with them as possible considering the close proximity of your living quarters in the teacher’s dorms. After all they were legally supposed to give you two separate rooms but you never actually used yours, well until now. You were living it up honestly. Did you feel awful? Of course. He is your boyfriend after all and you were sure Eri doesn’t deserve your cold shoulder but this is probably for the best. What could you offer her? You weren’t sure that you were a good role model for her or anyone for that matter. What did you know about raising kids? it’s not like you had parents to set a proper example for you. Of course they might have shown you what not to do but where do you go from there? Is shit like that really avoidable? You don’t want to be like them. You strive to be better but what if you can’t be. There’s also the added bonus of the fact that raising a kid seems taxing on a relationship. Now matter how strong you were sure that the stress of a kid could break a relationship down that then festers into something toxic and unrecognizable. You didn’t want that. God you couldn’t let that happen. No. This was definitely for the better.

Of course Aizawa didn’t feel the same. He was confused on why his partner had been so blatantly avoiding him. Did he do something wrong? He doesn’t remember doing anything that might’ve upset you. So why now? Why pull away now? He had to get down to the bottom of this but catching you was the hard part. You had been taking on more work, offering more assistance to the other teachers, picking up extra patrols, doing everything and anything to stay away from Shouta. It took him a month but he finally caught up to you. You were tired, worn out he knew that. Instead of loading yourself with work you’d decided to hole yourself up in your room. It was now or never.

You were pulled out of your peace at the sound of a few gentle knocks to your door. You really didn’t want to get it. You honestly couldn’t be bothered. 

“(N/n)? Are you in there?” He hadn’t gotten it wrong right? He hadn’t been too distracted earlier and missed you leaving right?

“What’s up?” You hummed from your place by the window, not bothering to actually open the door.

“Can I come in?” Shouta asked, voice soft. You could barely hear him above the patter of the rain and the low humming of your laptop.

“Uh, no, kinda busy. Got loads of work to do. Need to focus, sorry. Maybe later?” You hesitantly spoke. Not sure if you were convincing enough. 

Apparently you weren’t.

He sighed. “It’s been “later” for an entire month. Please (Y/n) just let me in. Whatever this is we can talk it out.” You had predicted that eventually Shouta would start to try to crack down on whatever the issue was but you didn’t expect it so soon. 

“Uh...no?” You tried, hoping that maybe he’d just give up but that wasn’t Shouta.

“No, you don’t get that option, now please, open the door.” Although it was still soft his voice had taken a more stern tone.

“Oh no I’m dead. I guess I can’t open the door. What a shame. I guess the only way to talk with me now is in the pits of hell.” You quipped, trying to lessen the tension that already ran thick.

“(Y/n).” Aizawa sighed.

“Jeez fine. Talk about pushy.” You quipped once more to no avail.

Opening the door you were met with, well exactly what you expected. He stood there, arms crossed, a stern yet gentle look in his eyes, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“Come in.” You mumbled as you stepped further into your room.

“So tell me. What’s wrong?” The sentence stirred so much. Of course you wanted to tell him. You wanted to spill your guts to the man you loved in hopes of comfort but you just can’t. You know you’ll just scare him off. You know you’ll make things worse.

So you stay silent.

He says nothing as he grabs your hands gently and leads you over to your bed. He sits the two of you down on the edge, muting the movie on the laptop sitting behind him.

“You know you can tell me if something’s bothering you right?” Shouta sent you a warm smile. 

You weren’t very comfortable with discussing your feelings sometimes, it mostly stemmed from the fact that you never really could discuss them with anyone growing up which made it harder to confide in anyone now, as at this point bottling things up was a habit. But this was also just something that you were sure that you couldn’t talk about.

Silence answered him once again.

Now he took sometime to think about his approach, think about what could’ve happened that made you pull away. What did he do that was different from his norm? He was genuinely stumped and the fact that you weren’t helping him confused him even more.

You decided to take this time to lament the situation too. What was he going to do? Should you actually tell him or play it off? If you play it off will he still insist that something is wrong? If you tell him will he leave you? If you don’t tell him will he leave you? You risked a glance at him, he was still deep in thought.

Why did you have to adopt this fucking kid without at least warning me?

“What?” Your head shot up at the sound of his shocked voice.

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Eri’s the problem...?” He spoke slowly, not entirely sure if he’d heard you right.

“Did I say that out loud?” You squeaked.

“I’m pretty sure you mumbled something along the lines of “why’d you have to adopt that fucking kid”.” Shouta said, unsure if he’d heard wrong. Wanting to have heard wrong.

“No no no no no no! It’s not like that! I mean it is like that but not like that!” You frantically waved your hands in hopes of defusing the situation.

The way he looked at you made you want to cry. You felt horrible. You felt like the biggest asshole in the world and, at this point you probably were. He looked at you with such a look of heartbreak and disappointment and confusion it made you sick to your stomach. You felt light-headed and started shaking. You were right. You were right. You were always right. God why did you have to be right! Why did you have to be like this? Scared of raising a fucking child! It was asinine and irrational and you could probably move past it  but thanks to your stupid fucking brain you just sealed your fate.

You scooted away from him still waving your hands frantically as no’s tumbled endlessly from your lips. You tried sputtering an apology, anything so that he wouldn’t look at you like that but nothing stuck. Nothing was comprehensible. Nothing worked. Nothing would work. Nothing will work. You were hopeless. It was hopeless. 

“If it isn’t like how it seems then tell it to me straight.” Shouta finally spoke up.

You took a second to come down from your panic. You steeled your nerves as much as possible before you spoke. 

“Um well, I have nothing against her it’s just that a little heads up would’ve been nice? I’m not all that great with kids so this is just kind of weird is all.” You were purposefully being vague in hopes that he’d understand what you meant and also maybe drop it.

“Not great with kids? You’re literally a teacher.” He pointed out.

“Yeah you know but she’s like a kid kid and let’s be honest I’m not too great with the students either.” You awkward laughed. So he wasn’t getting it.

“Wha-you’re fine with the students and I’m sure you’ll be fine with Eri, there was no reason to avoid me over this.” Shouta sighed. As good as he was with dealing with people, he was equally as shit. Or maybe it was just the fact that you gave him very little to work with. It was probably a bit of both. Still his dismissiveness was not helping you right now.

“No, no, no, no. I think I’ll stay here. Uh, good luck with your parenthood escapades and sorry to leave you high and dry like this but that’s going to have to be a no from me.” You rambled. He seemed to be getting a little tired of this.

“(Y/n) stop being irrational. She’s not even our kid I’m just looking after her for now. Why are you being difficult? I told you you were fine with the students and you’ll be fine with Eri, what else do you want to hear?” Shouta grumbled.

“Well uh I don’t know, uh...” You trailed off, this seemed to be going in a direction you really didn’t want it to go. A slight hostility settling in the air.

At your lack of a proper answer he clicked his tongue. He took a moment to reassess the situation. There had to be something he was missing. After all you were getting really worked up but if you weren’t going to talk to him there was nothing he could do. He shook his head before running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“(Y/n), please, please, just be honest with me. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, you can tell me. But I won’t be able to understand if you don’t.” Aizawa sighed, deciding that getting worked up about this was not the way to go, especially when you seemed to be especially distraught.

“Uh, god the thing is I don’t know entirely what to say to put the shitshow in my head into perspective.” You mumbled, trying desperately to figure out what to say that could clear the air but nothing seemed to be coherent enough.

“Take your time.” He decided that this was the best approach to things, making sure neither party got too worked up lest this turn into a fight.

The rain continued to patter softly against the window and your candle continued to burn an slightly off floral-ish scent.  A deafening silence hung in the air because even though he was being as patient as possible some of his frustration leaked through, it was bound to though so you couldn’t exactly blame him. After all, you were probably equally as frustrated with yourself too. 

“I’m just not good in a position like this. I’m not good with kids, especially someone like Eri who’s already so broken. You have that nurturing nature, it comes natural to you but I’m not on that level. I  don’t know the first thing about caring for a child let alone one as already traumatized as her. I’d fuck it up and only make things worse. I don’t want you to reassure me that I’ll be okay with her, I want you to understand that I’m not comfortable with this and that it might take me awhile to come around. I’m sure I sound like the biggest asshole ever but please understand that this just isn’t something I’m ready for.” You had rambled a bit, you were aware of that, but it was the only way that you could properly express your feelings without making things too complicated.

Aizawa said nothing. Trying to figure out how to go about things.

Was he upset? Yeah, you two, even after several long years of being together, hadn’t discussed moving forward in your relationship in depth. And if he’d tried you seemed content with the point you two were at so he left it be, no reason to try and move forward when what you had was already fine the way it was. But recently he’d been craving more. Some mornings, when he’d be the first to wake, he’d study your features in the soft light of the sunrise and wonder what it’d be like to properly settle down with you. Get married, start a family, all that jazz. He’d taken in Eri only because it was the most rational decision. His quirk would be good for quelling hers had it ever gotten out of hand. But it also seemed to quell his musings of something more with you. He had imagined you being a good parental figure for the little girl and it made his heart flutter and his stomach explode with butterflies. But now seeing that that wasn’t what you wanted and how you weren’t ready for it, it stung. But in the end, he loved you. He’d easily give his life for you. So, if that meant waiting he’d wait. He’d wait a million years if he had to. He could do it.

Once again he spoke,

“Take your time then. I can wait.”

Tagslist?: @captainchrisstan (I think you said you wanted to be tagged but I’m also just small brained lol If u didn’t want to and I misinterpreted things just let me know :) )

[zosociologist]

“Dating Johnny Thunders would be like...” Headcannon

(a/n: I will either be loved for finally making this, or hated because it took this long; this is also kinda longer than my usual dating headcannons because I was really feeling the first meeting idea; "MWABRIM" you know da vibes😌🍷)

Warnings: Implied smut, but nothing severe.

(a/n: ALSO, I MADE THE FOLLOWING GIF MYSELF BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE CITIZENS OF TUMBLROPOLIS DON'T KNOW WHAT A MATTRESS IS DUE TO THEM SLEEPING ON JOHNNY FOR ALL THESE YEARS)

You and Johnny met each other under funny circumstances

You own a nice little unisex boutique that all the lovers of ✨G L A M✨ and daring fashion are OBSESSED with

Rockers, groupies, and even big artists and musicians alike are in and out of your store daily for eye-catching and jaw dropping pieces

It only made sense to see him come in one evening with a friend of his that didn't look too bad himself

You were ringing up a customer, but not really paying attention to their advances as they were trying their hardest to flirt and fucking FAILING.

You were too busy checking out the dark haired guy staring down a pair of cheetah print platform boots that you'd love nothing more than to see him rock the hell out of😩

Everything was good until you were caught slipping and he saw you eyeing him returning a cute smirk in your direction...

In which you panicked and finally went back to minding the customer who finally gave up with the flirting

By the time you looked back over to the table stand with the platforms, he and his friend were gone, and so were the cheetah print boots (you celebrated in your head over that little detail) they had moved onto looking at blouses

About two customers later, you turned around to place a black sheer glitter and feathered robe that a customer decided they weren't getting in a basket to return to it's aisle, when you hear someone on the other side of the counter clear their throat and greet you-

Slightly startled yet hopeful you turn around a little faster than you would have liked to see the dark haired mystery man and his friend ready to check out-

"I didn't mean to scare you", "No! It's fine I was just putting away some things, you didn't scare me at all. Did you both find what you were looking for?", "Yeah everything turned out fine, this is a nice place you've got here. You don't have to worry, we weren't gonna steal anything, in case that's why you were peaking a little."

You wanted to sink into the floor-

"Oh god no, I didn't think that at all- *immediately thinks of lie to cover up that you were staring because he's hot* -I just saw that you were looking at the cheetah platforms, I'm glad you're getting them. They'll look good on you(:" *you had to take a chance bc you'd never forgive yourself if you didn't*

It payed off and THEN some. He introduced himself as Johnny and his friend's name was David. He told you about their group and invited you to see them the following night

Of fucking course you were gonna go see them, how could you say no?!

The following day you closed the shop early and rounded up some close friends for pregame and then you all headed to the club where "The New York Dolls🍸" would be playing, and to your surprise the person at the door said that you were on "the list" and guided you and your friends to one of those rounded booths close enough and with perfect view of the stage.

When the show started the boys came out and you saw Johnny. With a Gibson Les Paul Special in hand. And wearing the fucking platform boots. The match you lit to light your cigarette almost fell on you while you watched in awe. The whole show was nothing less than an out of body experience that you'd replay in your head for weeks to come.

After the show when the crowd died out, you and your friends stayed back as ordered by the same doorman.

When the Dolls came out from the dressing rooms you all got acquainted and they invited you and your friends to this cool afterparty and you and Johnny were together the entire way to the kickback just vibing off of the concert high✨

The afterparty was a blessing in disguise because in the house where it took place there where so many spots where you two could be away from the crowd and just talk and actually get to know each other

So there you both were, lounging in a poolside conversation pit just watching the stars and getting wrapped up in deep and meaningful conversation (all elevated by some trees you scored from one of your friends to smoke😌)

Okay so maaaybe you both got really into the moment. AND MAAAYBE you ended up having fucking COSMIC high sex when you both ditched the party and headed back to your place. BUT WHAT MATTERED MOST is that you really love this guy and he loves everything about you😩

He admires you and loves your bold persona and lifestyle and you love his drive and will to just exist and perform unapologetically

Johnny is a man that loves to give affirmations, he absolutely loves to praise you and give compliments whenever he can. He was over at your apartment once helping you rearrange your living room, and you were hanging up a painting that you got recently and hung it up crooked on accident....this man said that the crookedness adds 💫character💫 to the room....😗.......chile.......anyways........

You love the fact that he is actually a hopeless romantic so you don't feel cheesy when asking him out on a stroll in the park or to go stargazing, most of the time he beats you to it actually!

You are convinced Johnny is obsesssssed with your apartment. He always jumps at the opportunity of you inviting him over because you make it such a safe space. He writes a lot of his music over in this one corner of your bedroom where you managed to fit a green velvet corner sofa, next to this big window that overlooks other apartments and the city skyline.

You also have a collection of memoirs and other books that you hold dear to you and he very much enjoys laying his head in your lap while you read to him and then discuss thoughts and interpretations about each chapter. You usually follow up these literature hours by blazing some herbs while you play a few choice records. That's a typical Sunday evening for you guys.

The support you two have for each other is OFF THE CHARTS. You show up and show out for EVERY one of his shows and you'd always tell your friends, and then they'd tell their friends and the chain continues.

Johnny is in your boutique Every Other DAY. Either by himself or with one of the boys and it's worse than before now that you've given him a pass to inventory. He buys the good shit before you can even get them onto the shelves and hangers😖

He also finds it hot that you can flip the sign on the dressing room doors to occupied (he likes to see how quiet you can stay when he-....you know😉)

Did I already say that he loves everything about you? BECAUSE HE DOES. You're like a- in his words, "fucking ANGEL that was sent down as a pardon in this cruel world💞"

He absolutely adores your skin and loves to watch you take care of it, and he loves when you wash and take care of your hair as well and even asks to help you out sometimes. His favorite thing ever is helping you put curlers in and massaging your scalp with oil or grease, it feels like you're getting a spa treatment to him and honestly, it kinda makes him feel like he doesn't do anywhere NEAR enough to keep his hair healthy like he should.

He loves your smile and how you laugh at some of the shittiest jokes and even things that people wouldn't understand. Your occasional jists of sarcasm always get him too.

He also likes to hold you. There will sometimes be random points in the day where he won't say a word, just walk up behind you and rest his head on your back. You never question it, you find it wholesome and endearing. And sometimes you do the same thing. He could be in the middle of practicing on his guitar and you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and he'll put everything aside just to give you his attention because he feels you deserve that much, and then some.

You both have a passion for many interests and a passion for each other and that's why you work so well together

Call it cliche if you WANT but you were literally MADE for one another💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/wings hc's p.2: lesser- known egos/egos i just didn’t wanna put in the last one

ty @fancybootm for the request!

A/N: IT’S BEEN A WHOLE ASS MONTH SINCE I GOT THIS I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. school is suck. anyways. my brain convinced itself that I had to have the same amount of egos in this one as the last one so shit's long again. I had a bit of trouble but scrounged up enough of them. uhhh I don't... we don't really know a lot? about the personalities of these ones? so I just went with what I thought. for Heistiplier, I like to think Mark in AHWM and ADWM is a completely separate person from Actor. Like until we get to the Actor timeline he is a separate person altogether. Night Guard Mark is like mark from the fnaf musical because i can and fuck you. the egos are very random and from many lesser known videos so uh. you might not know all of them. I didn’t even know all of them at first. some of these fuckers annoy me to no end so I had to make them more likable for my own sanity cjfufydy. I only skimmed through after I wrote so it might suck lol. Uh rated T for cursing. Mentions of religion and mental health. Enjoy!

Y/N(reader) w/ wings headcanons p.2

Ed Edgar saw you as a profiting opportunity.

Bastard only uses you for commercials at first

Wings sell shit, don’t they? Kids are into wings these days?

One day you get pissed and just punch him

He respects you after that…

He’s very loud, of course, and your ears tend to be sensitive

He tries to quiet down when he sees you make a face

It’s difficult because that… that’s just his normal volume

He talks about his son sometimes. Not to you specifically

He gets sad… you still don’t completely understand what happened.

Sometimes it feels like he doesn’t either

You instinctively wrap your wings around him for Safety and Comfort

He is a MAN who DOES NOT CRY but goddammit, he was close 

He enjoys your company

The Silver Shepherd thought he was gonna rescue you

He’s a superhero, he HAS to save you, right?

Nah, you’re the one saving him more often than not

He tries not to be jealous, but goddamn

Your wings are just. So big. And pretty

He’ll complain to you about his girlfriend “cheating” on him

You know the bullshit he pulls, but you listen because why not

He appreciates that you at least pay a little bit of attention

He doesn’t do a whole lot of hero work, but he usually brings you along

Just for a bit of extra support

More often than not, you’re doing most of the work

You let him believe he did something, though

You boost his very low ego, and so you get along

Derek Derekson was a little bitch

Also saw you as a profiting opportunity

Yelled sometimes when you messed up

You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm the first few times

Then you snapped, calling him a variety of... words...

He stopped yelling at you, but not much else changed

You got along well with Eric, and he appreciated you for that

He does care about his only living son, at least a little

You two don’t… talk a lot

He’ll watch you from afar, occasionally

You constantly encourage him to TALK TO HIS CHILD and GO TO THERAPY

You still don’t like him, and he feels the same way

But he’s… trying

Randall Voorhees thought you were badass

He wasn’t as used to magic and weird shit as the others

You were absolutely awesome to him

He’d never seen an angel before!

Even though he didn’t really KNOW that you were an angel

He just assumed and refused to change his mind

Harder to hide you wings in crowded cities, like where he lives

You spend a lot of your time with him cooped up in his apartment

He felt bad, so he rents a mountain cabin up in Albany whenever you visit

You two ski and snowboard look me in the eyes and tell me the bitch isn’t a snowboarder

He’s a construction worker, so he’s usually busy

You visit him on his lunch break sometimes.

The other workers claim to see you, but he’ll always deny it

He buys a pizza whenever you visit and you eat it together

You two are so cute it’s sickening

Yandereplier claimed you as their new senpai

They saw you, you had wings, you were nice

And now you are Senpai

You aren’t sure why you get a weird feeling whenever they call you this

Luckily, you don’t have many friends, at least none that they could kill…

They showed you their weapon collection to impress you

You were scared and also impressed

They take you to a cherry blossom tree near their house

You talk and hang out and eat lunch

They don’t call you senpai anymore and they talk to you normally

And you no longer stare at the blood on their uniform

Night Guard Mark prayed you wouldn’t try to kill him

He might have PTSD from Freddy Fazbear’s

Those animatronics left a mark…

It took a little while for him to trust you not to harm him

When he did, HOO BOY is he a chatterbox

He has so many theories about the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Chain

Dark’s told you not to talk about the actual lore. It might break his spirit

You get very worried sometimes

He looks like that one picture of Charlie Day. You know the one.

Sometimes he gets panic attacks

You wrap him in a cocoon of your limbs and wings to ground him

He likes you for that

You hang out, playing games and watching movies. No horror. Absolutely NONE

You can handle him, and he likes you

Dr. Plier was curious about you

He wondered how you felt about… everything

He asked if you were ok one day and you broke down

He felt guilty and bought you ice cream

He sees you as a sort of… psychological experiment

Like he asks you very strange and slightly personal questions

Ok, very personal, but he’s a therapist, what can you do

He eventually stopped the interrogation and talked to you normally

You get along fine, but it’s kind of the same situation as Dr. Iplier

Chef Iplier wasn’t really all that phased

You were surprised by this because… well… wings

But he just… treats you normal, for the most part.

Sometimes he’ll pet your wings, but only if you let him

He loves how soft your feathers are

He doesn’t make that his entire perception of you

It’s a nice change of pace

He tries to cook for you sometimes, but uh. It doesn’t go well

You’re still confused as to how someone can set a glass of water on fire

You mostly just order take out

You hang out like normal people

Which neither of you are, but you’re both fine with that

Paranormal Investigator Mark is obsessed with figuring you out

Nearly had a panic attack when he first saw you

He wanted to prove the supernatural exists, but he didn’t have a lot of evidence before

And then your mystical-ass came along

Like the Jims, he tried to get pictures, and they all ended up blurry

He threw a fit over it, and you felt kinda bad

You tried to take the picture yourself but it came out the same

He gave up after a while

He info dumps about paranormal stuff to you

It can last from 5 minutes to 5 hours

You do pay attention though, and that makes him happy

He takes you on investigations sometimes

You don’t do much except break shit with those giant wings of yours

He stopped taking you on investigations

Cooliplier is not sure what to think

You have wings! Great! There’s absolutely nothing he can do about that

Not the most normal, but not the weirdest either

He tends to put on a tough-guy persona around new people

You were a lil intimidated

Then you became friends and mans did a full 180 around you

Went from “Your daughter calls me daddy too” to “I’ll have her home by 9 sir”

His personality is sort of a mix of the two

Catch you both screaming the lyrics to Mr. Brightside at 12:00 am

Took you to a mosh pit once

You got kicked out cause of the wings

He felt bad, but you had fun

He teaches you how to dance and roller skate

You also go for rides on his motorcycle

Once you just started flying while he was driving and it was the most fun shit ever

You’re “buds”, as he often tells you

Goopiplier likes you a lot

They like having another not-completely-human creature to talk to

I mean, some of the others aren’t exactly human…

But they’re not the best conversationalists…

Then again, neither is goop.

They mention the Dark Gods ONCE and suddenly no one wants to talk to them…

But you do!! Yay!!!

You mostly just hang out, do whatever

Watch movies, play games, or just talk

They like to draw you

They’re not very good, but you keep them all anyways

Sometimes they do… rituals. While you’re around

You are… a little scared, but that’s okay!

You have sleepovers and act like teenagers

You mock the others and then giggle, getting louder as you go

They’re not that funny, but you had to be there

Elder Jeremiah is terrified of you

He nearly pissed his pants when he saw you

He thought he was finally going to have to pay for his sins

He started crying, and you panicked

Why the FUCK was this 20-something-year-old well-dressed man crying at you???

He dropped his bike and fell to his fucking knees and begged for forgiveness

You felt very uncomfortable with the whole situation

You told him to get up bc he was dirtying up his pants

He eventually stopped crying and you told him you were not an angel

Also not a demon, as you said when he asked

He avoids you, mostly, still thinking you’re gonna drag him down to hell

He stopped the uh. The stealing since you came around

He will hang around/with you sometimes to see if you “reveal your true form”

You haven’t yet, and never will, BUT WHEN YOU DO, HE’LL BE THERE

He does think you’re very nice, though

Preistiplier thinks you’re an angel sent to assist him

He is doing holy work, it only makes sense that He would send a helper

He was disappointed, to say the least

He then came to the conclusion that you lost your memory of being an angel

You couldn’t exactly dispute it, since you don’t remember

So, he takes you on hunts

You don’t do much except make a bunch of fucking NOISE with your WINGS

He’d hoped you’d smite the demons

Or at least scare them, but they know you’re not an angel

He still takes you on hunts because, he’d never admit it, but he… gets scared

You promised not to tell a soul

You confess your sins to him sometimes

They’re usually not what he considers sins, but he listens anyways

He thinks you are a good person, and he enjoys conversations with you

Heistiplier was just normal around you

Well… as normal as he can be

You’d enjoy his company a lot more if he didn’t have such a god complex

You still like him a lot

He likes you too

Even if you did refuse to rob a bank with him

He’s a very… exciting person

Though you don’t really want to be around him when he gets upset

The entire world literally seems to revolve around what he does

He’s a drama queen, and completely feral

It’s worrying at times

You two are normal friends

Playing video games, watching youtube, etc. etc.

You listen to his stories and wonder how he's not dead yet

But you can admit, he's really fucking funny

[elizabeatrice]

Feeling Blue, Seeing Red (Chapter 69)

Let’s Talk About JSHK Manga #5

Updated: 19/8/2020 (more thoughts)

Bea is back with the lame punny titles~

Warning: !!! MANGA SPOILERS UP TO CHAPTER 69 !!! Duh.

Soooo I opened the raws this morning. Saw the spicy and went 'ohh shoot'. Then some of y'all say that some folks are hating Akane bc of this chap. I proceeded to panic, because fandom war is scary af. So I translated the chap for myself. And I just gotta say:

Aoi, Nene, your boyfriends are idiots. Y'all gonna be punching and headbutting the idiocy out of them for the rest of your lives and I'll be willing to pay for your karate classes.

The teen drama made me laugh so hard ahahahaha I guess this is what you get for hoping sensei will drop a bomb this month lmaoooo.

P.S. Teru you little shit

Man I don’t even know where to begin. This chapter is oozing doraaaaama and I can’t take it seriously no matter how much I try. I remember thinking, “Shoot, this is the ‘I hate you, I hate you too, proceed to make out’ trope in JSHK’s classic ‘oooh serious moment, eh? PSYCHE!’ style,” before bursting into laughter.

I swear I’m not making fun of it.

Because it’s already fun to begin with. Ahahahaha.

I do however, take seriously the long-awaited insight into Aoi’s mind. I hollered in joy, y’all. ‘Cause like ... finally!

(Also like ... ngl the development of Aoi and akaoi in this arc might come into play in my Shrek AU. Pls don’t ask. Yet. That’s not the official AU name I swear I just wanna confuse my readers ahahaha)

Back when chapter 64 came out I wrote something that was supposed to be the first of the Let’s Talk About JSHK Manga series but I ended up not posting it because I wasn’t sure about a bunch of things. Here’s an excerpt from that post, titled ‘Aoi and Her Blues’:

I mean, what did the minions do to her? ‘Remove unnecessary things’. Someone said they removed her inhibitions (I’m terribly sorry I forgot who said this because it’s been so long so I can’t put the link here, but if you know, feel free to send me the link).

But she has to be brainwashed, right?

She remembered enough about Nene. Enough to call her out on her feelings (that she still denies btw lol) and recognize Hanako from Nene’s wonderful description (or because Aoi could see him all this time and never said anything, who knows?).

Most importantly, she remembered Akane.

So apparently they weren’t unnecessary enough to be erased from her memory. Which I’d beg to differ if I were going to make this girl willingly sacrifice herself.

Would she let her best friend fall down into a pit full of giant insects, or let her childhood friend get impaled? I mean this is the same girl that cried when Akane and Yamabuki got together (by accident) and when Nene started talking to herself like a madwoman.

So yeah. Definitely brainwashed. Pretty sure now.

The one thing that bugged me is what she said though.

“I’ve always wanted to go somewhere far away.”

“Nothing will stop me from getting my wish.”

Btw these aren’t accurate word for word I’m just drawing from memory.

Is that a wish forced upon her by the brainwashing, or has Aoi been depressed all this time and ... y’know, therefore thought about ‘going far away’? I’m personally leaning more towards the first, but it still got me thinking.

Remember back in The Clock Keeper arc when she said there was something she wanted to tell Nene?

Can some creepy hands showing up in the gardening club’s album photos really warrant that kind of expression? Is it just me who got disappointed when the thing she wanted to tell Nene ended up being just that?

But if she did have such thoughts, why?

Maybe she was lonely? I mean Nene got so busy with supernatural shenanigans. Akane’s busy with student council stuff (and school wonder stuff). Though I don’t doubt for a second that he’d drop everything for Aoi, but Aoi’s not the kind of person to do that. And to be honest, I feel like so far Aoi hasn’t been shown having genuine interaction with anyone aside from Nene and Yamabuki without the other person being completely enamored by her. And even with Yamabuki that was just in that After School chapter.

So I guess my hunch wasn’t that far off. Still though. Still though. Is she or is she not brainwashed? Because as much as Aoi likes-but hates-but actually kinda likes Akane, I still don’t think she’s the type of person to stab her childhood friend until he’s got a hole through his fucking torso.

Throwing Nene into the bug pit I guess makes more sense if Aoi knew all along that the pit won’t lead anywhere too dangerous, and that Hanako wouldn’t leave Nene’s side. Nene’s perfectly safe with him. Sorta. She did get kidnapped and were about to be sacrificed after all. But heeey Hanako still showed up to save her in the end.

Stabbing Akane like that tho? Even if she knows he wouldn’t die in a boundary especially in his school wonder form? It just doesn’t feel like Aoi, man.

Then again she did say no one really knows her, and that anyone who does would end up being disappointed in her.

I’m really happy to know that she does not, in fact, appreciate all the attention given to her. Comedy framing aside, constantly having some random guy approach you to ask you out presumably every day is ... annoying at best. Kid deserves better.

So ya girl got some extreme trust issues. Strangers, even Akane and Nene, I could understand. But her dad tho? Is something going on in the Akane household? Bruh ....

How long has Aoi not been able to trust anyone enough to let them get close to her? Because if she’s been feeling like that about Nene all this time, Imma be super sad bruh. Nene is one of the most genuine kids ever (perhaps only second to Kou).

I understand that Aoi’s disappointed because Nene’s been keeping secrets, but honestly, who would believe you if you come up to them and say, “Hey so I summoned a toilet ghost and now I’m stuck as his assistant. The rumors about supernaturals are like, totally real, and can endanger everyone in this school for real, too. Also I turn into fish when I come in contact with water.”

Sensible best friends would either a) not believe you, or b) try to get you as far away from supernatural shit as possible ‘cause hello? Ya ain’t Miles Morales ya can’t just blast What’s Up Danger when monster of the week shows up.

Even if Aoi does let it continue, wouldn’t she wanna get involved? Would Nene let her get involved when Tsukasa’s still around? Ya girl got cursed, thrown off the top of a boundary, sent to literally nowhere and everywhere, almost got her body stolen by mirror monsters, kidnapped and taken into a fake world, and now trapped in literal Grim Reaper’s realm. Honestly, who would involve their best friend in this sort of shit?

It just makes me sad to think that all this time Akane and Nene have genuinely cared about her but she didn’t think they were. Aoi, my girl Nene literally threaded hell boundaries and high shallow water to save you!!!

Unrequited platonic love hurts just as much as romantic ones, y’all ....

Speaking of romantic love.

Hey, uh, Akane. For claiming to despise Hanako and calling him a slimy pervert, y’all kinda act the same way with your respective girlfriends when things get a bit heated up, huh? Even the teasing part.

Boy, you’re dumb af. You deserve that.

There it is y’all, it’s official. We got punches for akaoi and headbutts for hananene.

You deserve this too. But Teru’s face here is really annoying, I’ll give you that. Teru you little shit.

At least you’re finally gonna be useful. Let’s just see.

Hmm I guess I have to address the thing now.

Ahem. The thing. The pushing (pulling?) Aoi down, grabbing her neck thing.

Yeah I don’t get it either. Whether it was a creative choice taken in consideration to the actual character’s state or to just pander to the trope that seems to be marketable in Japan or both, I don’t really know.

I do however, have to remind you that none of these kids are in their right mind. One is possibly still recovering from the effects of brainwashing and dealing with not only extreme trust issues and insecurities, but also the sight of a gaping hole on her childhood friend and perhaps crush’s torso, not to mention having to deal with this in the middle of nowhere. The other one is the said person with a gaping hole on his torso, who almost lost his life-long crush, and even got stabbed by her in the first place.

They’re lost. They’re tired. They’re emotional. They’re frustrated. They’re two hormonal teens.

I think Akane thought Aoi wouldn’t listen to him unless he makes her. Which is why he went with exposing her by saying he hated her. Which is still a dumb move in my opinion. But Aoi rightfully got back at him. And honestly I didn’t think he really hurt her. I mean, it’s Akane after all. *shrugs*

The way I see it, the entire thing was a result from not only their current condition but also the uh ... not telling each other how they really feel all this time. Aoi with her issues, Akane with his secrets. They’re a ticking bomb. It’s horrible that they ended up hurting each other because of this (physically and emotionally), but I could see why it went like this. These two are flawed. Most importantly, they’re teenagers. They’re bound to fuck up in this equation.

Heck, I’ve fucked up worse in less endangering situations before.

But heeey once things get cleared between them they fall right back to each other. Sure things aren’t entirely resolved. But they’re gonna be okay. Teru’s there. Should be fine. Probably.

The thing is we as the audience who come into the story with a clear head can easily figure out the best, most sensible way to deal with the characters’ problems. But these problems affect the characters in (physical, physiological, psychological, emotional) ways most of us can’t immediately empathize with, which can make their bad decisions frustrating for us to see. We know it’s wrong. And when these characters have calmed down and healed, they’ll know that it’s wrong, too. If they’re not dicks, that is.

You know how it feels when you’re fighting with someone, and you know the best thing to do is to talk it out, but you just can’t bring yourself to? It makes things worse, right? And you’re frustrated, right? Unfortunately that’s just how humans are.

Even I let my emotions get the best of me when I judged the villagers’ actions back in chapter 68 hahaha (but I still think they’re awful).

It’s just my opinion tho.

And whooo everyone is officially here but Yamabuki (and Sakura and Tsukasa, but they’re bound to show up)! Catch up soon, my citrus child.

Lastly, I have the moral obligation to remind you that if akaoi’s confrontation ended up like this, imagine how hananene’s would be.

I’ll leave you to your deductions.

As always, feel free to discuss. Just ... don’t fight, onegaishimasu.

[jungnoir]

college boyfriend!hyungwon;

somehow, someway... the frog prince has become a new lowkey bias of mine,,,, totally on accident

no accidents here we stan like men

so this post is for this request!! i feel like all i ever do is college boyfriend aus but they’re like... so much fun

now, hyungwon... no one knows what he does in college

honestly even his friends take turns guessing what his major is

hyungwon has so many different interests and he bounces from studying history to reading up on fashion to trying out his newest concoctions in the kitchen

everyone knows he isn’t majoring in culinary or anything bc boy cannot cook for his life

but who knowS??? chae hyenigma

but no matter what he does, he always ends up, somehow, near the art school of the uni

he finds himself strolling around, watching students with paint splattered shoes and graphite stained hands furiously drawing in their notebooks or taking pictures of the sky

maybe it’s because whenever he does walk by, students beg him for a pic

hyungwon, in his best gucci cream sweater and styling a louis vuitton backpack: oh,,, you want to photgraph me??? i wasn’t expecting this!! :)))

tbh he loves modeling

he loves people admiring him and he’s definitely aware of how handsome he is so he doesn’t mind it at all

but like, it’s usually nothing new

he’ll do a few unenthusiastic poses and the students eat it up like sunday dinner

part of him just kind of grows apathetic to the whole deal, going as far as avoiding the art school on days when he can’t be bothered to make the same two faces at their cameras anymore

but then he’s running late for a class and the fastest way to get to it is to cut through the art campus, so he knows he’s gotta hightail it out of there

he’s running as fast as his legs can take him, coincidentally, right past you

you’re a photography student tasked with the project of putting together a photo collage based off the word “warmth”

for the most part, you had taken a few pictures of the autumn trees and stuff but nothing really hit you with inspo

right as you’re posing on the ground to take a break, hyungwon flies by, the air he kicks up rustling your hair into your eyes and taking you by surprise

when you look up, all you see is this tall guy sprinting, a long white blouse billowing behind him and before you know it you’re snapping a picture

it’s beautifully hasty and actually kind of good, and you start to smile to yourself, looking up to where the guy has disappeared, but he’s running so fast that he’s around the corner before you can call him back for his permission

you decide that maybe it was just a fleeting glance, and the university is pretty big so you doubt you’ll see him again

wrong

it’s a few hours later when you’re in your dorm studying that you happen across him again

there’s commotion outside and you recognize a few voices yelling over each other so you decide you’ll get a peek on the #drama and maybe yell at them to keep it down

but when you peek out of the door of your dorm, you see

the back

it’s the guy you photographed earlier!!! maybe now you can ask for his permission to use the pic

there are two art students fighting over him, one grabbing his left arm and the other his right, complaining that they saw him first and they wanna use him as their muse

you feel kind of bad for him so you hope that maybe interrupting him won’t bother him too much

you gently tap on his shoulder and for a moment, you think he hasn’t noticed you, until he suddenly turns and

oh

oh no

not this bastard

your hopeful expression falls as soon as you realize that the guy you photographed was chae hyungwon, and flashbacks of freshman year, a spilled coffee and a singed eyebrow come to the forefront of your mind

“you” he huffs, finding the strength to pull himself free

“you” you huff back, folding your arms across your chest, “what are you doing here?”

“i can be anywhere i damn well please!!” the two students are so frightened at the sudden hostility in both of your voices that they just slowly start slinking away, hoping that whatever they walked into they can safely walk out of

you had almost completely forgotten the asshole who had drenched your entire outfit in boiling hot coffee freshman year

and he had almost forgotten the klutz who had mixed up the wrong chemicals for a project and burned off half his eyebrow

he couldn’t leave the dorm for days. his friend hyunwoo had to hold an intervention about external beauty standards for a full three hours just to get him to get out of bed

and i mean it was bad enough for you that most people in your art school raved about how handsome he was and how he had specially picked them to model for and yada yada yada

all you could do was glare at each other, the tension growing thicker and thicker until hyungwon looks down toward your hands and... shit

you had your camera out, and the picture of him displayed on the screen

all too soon he’s smirking at you and plucking the camera out of your hands, effectively holding it out of your reach as he grins, “ohhhhhhh~ to think miss ice queen admires me too??? who would’ve known? were you coming over to gush about how handsome my backside is?”

you manage to snatch the camera from him while he looks at you all smug, “actually, i came to ask the stranger i snapped for permission to use the picture but due to unforseen circumstances i think i’ll just delete it”

your finger is literally hovering over the delete button, and while you have all the strength to do so, a feeling in the pit of your stomach make you think twice

bc this is the first time you’ve actually had inspiration for this damned project, and now you had to delete it bc of this damn guy

suddenly hyungwon is grabbing your wrist and yelling for you not to delete it at all

at first, you’re stunned by his sudden change in tone

he looks actually kind of remorseful as he holds your wrist, and part of you thinks he’s actually gonna apologize for being such a douche-

“that’s a really amazing photo of me, it’d be a sin to delete it”

growling, you rip your hand back, but he’s,,,, really latched on there,,, you didn’t know he had such a grip holy hell

and his eyes are swirling with... determination

“wait,” he actually pleads, “you can use it. how about an exchange, hm?”

“exchange for what?” your eyebrows furrow and the options going through your head do not sound pleasant. pleasurable, maybe, but-

“you take surprisingly nice photos of me. why don’t you take some more?” “what makes you think i want to take more photos of you? you don’t even know what i wanted to use this one for” “then tell me”

and to your shock, he’s actually looking pretty interested in what you have to say

so, very very reluctantly, you start to indulge him on the photo project you’re up to and its theme

you even tell him that the pic had been your first piece of real inspo in days

his eyes seem to light up a lil and he laughs, “perfect. then i can be your inspo, and you can take amazing pictures of me. sounds like a fair deal”

i mean... it kinda was

but this was also chae hyungwon we were talking about, the guy who hated your guts for really no good reason (the chemistry project was an accident, though no one really believed you with your wrists still healing from the coffee burns)

“why do you want me to photograph you? you literally just had two people fighting over that very right a few minutes ago” 

but all he does is smile, shrugging, “call it a cease-fire. i was getting a little tired ignoring you on campus all the time”

and i mean, it’s not like you really have a lot of options at this point for inspiration, so damning your inner muse, you accept his offer

your cooperation starts off slow, with you two being extremely awkward around each other

the inspiration is there but you’re so used to the negative energy that encompassed you both that now that you have to be nice, it’s kind of weird

hyungwon can tell how stiff you are, because he’s just as stiff too

he’s never really seen you as anything but the person that almost blinded him tbh

but after he had seen the picture you had taken of him, he realized you truly had a talent with a camera

even the pictures you took that you didn’t like were still beautiful

you two would meet up at random places, take a few dozen photos, and then you’d scrap them all before you even got back to your dorm

after a while, he could tell you were coming close to your wit’s end, so he decided the only fix was familiarity

he showed up to your dorm one morning with two coffees and a big, fluffy red scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose

as soon as you opened the door, he was hissing and brushing past you, mumbling something like “i’m gonna freeze my balls off out there, why don’t you answer your phone?”

it’s only then do you realize what that faint buzzing sound was under your pillow

he’s just shoving the coffee into your hand, pulling his scarf off and going “get as warm as possible. we’re going outside”

after you’ve dressed up in something warm, you’re about to grab your camera but hyungwon stops you, and for once, he actually, genuinely smiles at you, “I don’t think you need that”

it’s cold outside for sure, but the view of bare trees and the ground covered in leaves of all colors is a sight to see with your own two eyes

your hands itch, wanting to capture it with your camera, but hyungwon is insistent that for now, you just need a break

he talks to you on your walk, indulging about himself and tugging info from you about your life and your passions

you even find out that hyungwon’s major is chemical science!! which makes a lot of sense after seeing how distraught he was that year when you had burned off his eyebrow mixing the wrong chemicals

he tells you that not many people expect it of him, and he never indulges because people tend to chalk him up to his pretty face and he’s just kind of accepted that no one expects anything more of him than that

but he also tells you how much he loves calculation and precision, and how beautifully interesting science and nature are to him

he ends up talking your ear off for a good hour about it, and you barely notice time has passed until you can’t feel your toes and hyungwon is walking you to a nearby café to warm up

he orders his drink and while he’s looking away you can’t seem to stop staring at the side of his face, his attention drawn to his phone when his friend kihyun texts him “how the hell are you awake this early???”

you take out your phone, and quietly snap this picture

as you look down at it, a lightbulb seems to flip on in your mind

“I got it!!!” you yell, startling a few customers and hyungwon

“got what???” he asks, placing his hands on your shoulders

“my inspiration... i know what i want to shoot now. come outside with me”

and you proceed to pose him, taking pictures of him kicking up leaves and laughing, taking blurry photos of him sprinting past trees and looking through shop windows

each has its own warm, simple quality

they’re not perfectly clear, but they remind you of the warmth of having someone to be in love with in the autumn cold

you even take a few faceless pictures with him, arms wrapped around the other or your hands holding cups of hot drinks

by the end, you’re so satisfied with the aesthetic of it that you feel a need to tell him

“hyungwon... thank you so much, you have no idea how slumped i was with this project until you came along”

and for the first time, hyungwon b l u s h e s

like... red as a cherry

as soon as you notice you point it out with a laugh, but he’s hiding his face behind his hand and blaming it on the cold weather

he ends up sticking around and watching you put the pictures together and it looks really great afterward

the sun has since gone down and hyungwon has quite literally spent the whole day with you

as you both sit on your bed, laptop burning your legs, you turn to him once you see the time, “oh, hyungwon, you should probably head home before it gets too dark”

and he just nods, unable to look away from you for even a moment

you notice his change in behavior but offer to walk him to his dorm, of that which he accepts

while you’re walking with him, he suddenly jolts out of his quiet reverie, “wait, if you walk me home, who’s gonna walk you home?”

and you just giggle, “i can walk myself home, hyungwon. i don’t know if you noticed but i have killer reflexes and an amazing swing”

and hyungwon is just like “:O glad i’m not an enemy anymore”

you two joke and bump each other until you’re about halfway to his dorm when he stops, looking over at you “how about we part here? then i’ll know you didn’t walk super far to get back home”

but before you can even put a filter on your mouth you’re like “why don’t we just exchange numbers and we can text each other when we get home?”

his eyes widen but he accepts, and you two exchange numbers

and maybe it’s the way you pick one of the photos from your “photoshoot” that day as his contact photo, or the way you giggle at the nickname you give him in your phone as “hyunnie”, or maybe it’s just the cool air playing with your hair as you giggle at the name

but he kisses you on the cheek

and doesn’t move

his lips are the only source of warmth on your cheek

and he’s got his eyes shut tight and he’s thinking “omg why did i do this why why why why i made it weird why why why why”

when he comes to his senses he pulls back with a grimace and grips his hair hard and just kind of curses the very moment he was born

until you hook your fingers with his and tug him into you, catching him off guard and making him stumble into you

he catches his balance right as you pull him in for a kiss on his cheek, giggling to yourself, “now we’re even”

all too soon you’re unfolding your fingers from his and he’s losing your warmth, but you’re waving at him over your shoulder and glancing at him every few feet until you turn the corner

and you text him when you get home first because he’s still standing with his hand on his cheek that you kissed like a fool in puppy love

even though you both have class the next morning, you’re texting well into the early hours of the morning, and you ask him on a date after he proves pretty shy about doing so

when you two start officially dating, hyungwon makes the café you two went to that fateful day your prime dating spot

you two even become friends with the nice lady who runs the place and she always makes sure to make your coffees at exactly the right time, because either you or hyungwon will come through that door with flushed cheeks, texting the other that their coffee is on the way

to hyungwon’s friends’ surprise, he’s actually a big fluff in a relationship

he acts kind of cool on the surface but you’ve managed to break that pretty easily

you’re kind of used as a defense whenever they need something from hyungwon

jooheon: *using you as a shield* hyungwon please help me with my homework please i love you!!!!

and you don’t really mind bc honestly his friends are adorable, you have no idea why hyungwon pretends he doesn’t know them in public

until you’ve been dating for two months and now you’re both coming up with strategies on how to avoid them at all costs

if you’re walking to class and see one of them in the hallways you both split up and hide in different classrooms until they pass by

if one of you gets caught.... well it’s every man for themselves lmao

though it’s pretty obvious hyungwon cares about his friends, because whenever they’re in need, he’s always there to help

even when it’s for the smallest things, hyungwon is always helping you

that doesn’t mean he’s void of scolding you tho :)

“really y/n? how could you not bring a jacket in this weather? here, use mine” “you’re sick because you left the house with wet hair, like i’ve told you not to a billion times... anyway, i’m coming over with homemade soup and cough medicine. i got the flavor you like so you better not spit it up this time” “i’m not wikipedia, y/n. you can’t just use me when you don’t listen in class. now turn to page 93″

he scolds you because he loves you, and because he wants you to be the best you can be in life

best believe that no matter what you do, he’s always going to be on the sidelines, cheering you on

he’s the first to tell you good job when you get a good grade, the first to hug you when you get accepted for the job you want, etc etc

hyungwon sometimes closes himself off tho, and it’s common for you to go a few hours, maybe even a few days not being as close as usual

but when he learns that he can trust you completely, you’re the first person he talks to

about anything

he becomes less shy indulging his emotions to you, and he lets you know you always have a clear, logical support system in him as well

you love his intelligence and you’re always the first to see past the superficial with him

but you’re also the first to get him to get him to do things he wouldn’t even do with his friends

even with the smallest things

like texting him this

you: hyungwon...... if you had to assemble a zombie survival team out of pop idols alone, who’s going first on your list?

hyungwon: it is 3 am.

you: i picked gdragon 

hyungwon: jesus christ y/n, are you blind?? everyone knows you should pick taecyeon from 2pm

and it’s like.... kind of funny to you how he notices things about you that you don’t even notice

like even the slightest change in the part of your hair?? noticed. he’s probably going to give you his thoughts about it too

he’s always admiring you even when you aren’t looking, because he’s really fascinated with how he got someone like you

and he thinks fondly back on when you singed his eyebrow, even brings it up as a joke in conversation instead of what he considered “the worst month of my life”

sometimes tho, you’ll catch him staring and you’ll just laugh, “what? is something wrong?”

but he shrugs, unable to contain his fondness as he brushes his thumb over your hand in his, “no... not a thing”