#just a little sketch for my gf

[erysium]

long distance feelings

[pricknim]

My friend told me to use the poses from this tiktok, so I did. They were all convinced to do this by Pinkie (and Dash).

[angelicdonuts]

Guys I'm so sorry (I'm not) I love fnf soooo much dude

Anyway!! There's one more after this! It's gonna be oc focused :3 !

[slavhew]

Wip. Its 2:48 am.

[messrmoonyy]

-What they’re like as your bf/gf (Hcs) 18+

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sadie Adler, Molly O’Shea

Request- Hi if it’s okay could I ask for some hcs of some of the gang and what they’re like dating with you? NSFW ones toooo🙈🙊 could you include Arthur, John, Dutch, Sadie, Javier and maybe any of the other girls Mary-Beth or Molly or Karen? Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N- I didn’t include Javier cause I like barely speak with him in camp or anything idk I don’t vibe with Javier tbh. And I saw my chance to word vomit my Molly brain rot and ran with it so she’s the girl I picked. Hope this is okay! Enjoy :)

Masterlist - requests are open :)

Arthur Morgan

- We’ve all seen how he was with Mary. He’d be besotted with you

- His journal would be filled with sketches of you, entries talking about how much he adores you, little notes about how you looked that day or musings about his plans for your future together.

- Definitely doodles a little heart with your initials too <3

- He’s touch starved. So he loves physical contact. A hand to your knee, your back, arm around your shoulders or your waist. He likes keeping you close.

- Brings you stuff from his little travels. Picks flowers for you, finds little trinkets for you.

- Keeps a picture of you by his bed.

- Forehead kisses!!!!!

- Kisses your hand. And kisses to your wrist. He loves when you reach up to cup his face and he can turn to press his lips against your wrist.

- He’s so much more than a tough, burly cowboy. He’s quiet, caring, considerate. And he adores you

NSFW

- takes his time. Likes to work at you until not a single tense muscle is left in your body. Worships you.

- Loves any positions where he can see your face, needs to be close enough to constantly kiss you and tell you how good you are for him

- “ there’s my girl, doin so good for me darlin “ “ jus’ like that darlin, let me take good care of ya “

- Not incredibly vocal, but the noises he does make he ensures are right by your ear.

- Refuses to finish before you ever.

- Loves to finish inside tho. He knows it’s risky, but he loves the closeness. And if he’s feeling particularly risky he’ll definitely push his come back into you with his fingers “ don’t waste it now “

- Grips The headboard.

John Marston

- he’s stupid. He really is. He’ll be head over heels for you, with you clearly reciprocating those feelings and he’d still think you didn’t like him like that.

- Like. You could kiss him and he’d still be like ‘ what are we? ‘

- When he does finally put two and two together he’ll have no shame or cautions in showing you off.

- He’s handsy. Likes coming up behind you when you’re washing dishes for Pearson to rub at your shoulders.

- Or pull you down to sit on his lap before you can even think about taking the empty spot on the log next to him by the fire.

- Overprotective. One tiny snide comment from anyone and he���s ready to start swinging.

- Definitely knows how to push your buttons and wind you up, and will do it just for fun and to get a rise outta you.

- And then spend the rest of day grovelling and apologising.

NSFW

- Loves going down on you. Like. Loves it. The man could spend hours there if you’d let him and Lord has he tried.

- Not very serious most of the time.

- Pretty vocal. And doesn’t really care if anyone’s listening either.

- Like i said, he’s handsy. His hands are restless and will grab at whatever part of you they can.

- Loves when you ride him and has absolutely made a cowgirl joke more than once.

- Will grab at your hips and guide your movements as you do. Told you he’s handsy.

- But also isn’t opposed to you on your back, legs over his shoulders. Presses kisses to your ankles and makes jokes about how good the view is.

Dutch Van Der Linde

- he’s not the most attentive of people at times. He’s constantly in his head and constantly thinking about things that aren’t you.

- But when he does allow himself time alone with you he is disgustingly charming.

- He always knows what to say, always knows the right words to have you melting into a puddle at his feet. You could be in the worst mood with him but a few whispers in your ear and it’s all forgotten.

- Has a million terms of endearment for you. My angel, my dear , my darling. He rarely ever uses your actual name, only when he’s mad.

- Loves to give you gifts, the more expensive the better. And he likes you to show them off too. He likes to show you off.

- Reads to you a lot.

- PDA is afraid of him. He doesn’t care where he is or who’s watching him, he’ll loop an arm around your waist to kiss your neck, pull you onto his lap when he’s reading beside his tent and kiss you. No shame.

NSFW

- will take his time with you but in a far different way to, say, Arthur

- He’ll edge you and overstimulate you for hours, because be gets off on the fact that you simply let him. That you obey his every command.

- Degrading and humiliating 🤝🏻 Dutch Van Der Linde

- He’s never too mean. And his degrading comments are more often than not laced with something sweet.

- Dacryphilic. 100000%. He loves watching you cry because he’s worked you into such an overstimulated mess.

- He’ll swipe your tears away or kiss them from your cheeks “ well isn’t that just a pretty sight? “ “ those tears for me, my angel? “

- Definitely has some kind of authority kink. Likes you calling him sir for sure.

- Loves you giving him head. Just loves you on your knees. It’s a power thing. And he’s a cocky son of a bitch.

- Sat back in his chair and won’t lift a damn finger to help you out, won’t even unbuckle his belt. And don’t tell me he doesn’t smoke whilst he watches you.

Sadie Adler

- She is absolutely not shy about her feelings when she finally accepts she has them.

- Shes just so sweet to you.

- Around camp she’s stuck to you like glue. Her arm is permanently around your waist or your shoulders, or her hand laced with yours and is ready to snap at any intrusive questions from anyone else about it at the drop of a hat

- Love language is gift giving. Just taken in a bounty but found a shiny lil necklace in his pocket? Well. It’s hers now. Or should I say, yours.

- If your hairs long enough she’ll braid it like hers, any excuse to be able to sit close to you and whisper sweet things in your ear.

- Would teach you how to shoot better, she wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself. but also wants the excuse to stand behind you and show you how to hold her rifle properly.

- Big spoon.

NSFW

- Sadie’s gained control over literally everything else in life, and it doesn’t change in the bedroom

- She trusts you whole heartedly but she’s not about to give up any sort of control to you for a While

- Makes sure she can see your face at all times, loves watching your face contort and relax in pleasure that she’s giving you

- Full of praise “ ain’t you just the prettiest thing? “ “ oh look at you! D’ya know how pretty you look from here? “ “ always such a good girl for me “

- Has a thing for putting her fingers in your mouth. Especially after she’s just fucked you with them.

- Having you on your knees eating her out drives her crazy. Will pull at your hair a little too hard but will soothe the sting with a thousand words of praise about how good you make her feel.

- And now hear me out. Loves to watch you. Will book you a hotel room together just so she can sit across the room and watch you touch yourself for her, encouraging you the entire time

- It’s never long before she absolutely has to have her hands on you though in the end.

Molly O’Shea

- sheeeee has some trust issues. And abandonment issues. She’s just… she’s a lot at times.

- But she is fiercely loyal and will love you with every fibre of her being

- And she wants to be loved as fiercely in return. She’ll spiral without constant reassurance “ d’you even love me anymore? “ “did I do somethin wrong? Haven’t told me you love me today “

- She knows deep down you do love her. She’s just afraid.

- She is such a romantic. She loves holding your hand, sitting close to you, doing your makeup like hers and stealing kisses in between painting your lips red

- She’ll write you sappy romantic poetry and leave you lil notes

- You’ll often overhear her gushing to other people about how in love she is too. She just loves to talk about you and how deeply she adores you.

- Likes when you give her forehead kisses.

NSFW

- Pillow princess. End of story.

- She’s not completely submissive though. She’ll tell you what she wants and what she likes

- She just wants to be taken care of okay. She needs to be taken care of.

- Makes the softest, sweetest sounds and will tell you she loves you a million times over.

- Enjoys when things just… naturally happen. Cuddling with you at night, but pushing her hips lightly back against you. Which usually ends with your hand slipping past her waistband and making her come on your fingers.

- Likes to be on top of you sometimes, simply so she can show off whilst she strips. Not to really do anything. Shes really not that much of a giver. She likes being watched. She likes to know she’s desired. And usually it ends up with you dragging her to sit on your face.

- You have to shower her with praise. She wants to know she looks beautiful, that she’s doing well, worship her. Which is incredibly easy for you cause like fucking look at her she’s gorgeous.

- Wraps herself around you when you cuddle after, legs intertwined and arms around you, head buried in your chest or neck. Pls my sweet baby needs to be held.

[sugurufic]

I'm trying to get husbanded-up! (Nanami x F!Reader)

Word Count: 0.5k

Summary: In which you try the trend of addressing your boyfriend as your husband with bf!Nanami Kento

Content warnings: fluff, non sorcerer au

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You dress up in a pretty white dress for the casual date that your boyfriend, Nanami Kento, had planned for you. A chill afternoon out in the park, painting things that inspire you, then have a little picnic and then probably spend the evening reading to each other and cooking together.

It isn’t suspicious when you set down your phone to record the painting date, you love taking videos of sweet times like this. “So today we are out here in this lovely park for our date - my husband had the lovely idea of us painting together in the sun, maybe getting inspired to make the next best thing.”

You take out your canvas and box of paints, but your lovely boyfriend has no reaction to the word other than a small smile on his face. The timelapse continues as you look at the scene around you, picking to sketch out the ducks in the pond. It’s a lovely day with the sun out and a cool breeze in the air, the smell of fresh spring delighting your senses. You feel serene and calm - Kento is your oasis in the chaotic world of work, work and work. 

A couple of hours into the date, you are finally done with your scene of ducks in the pond and the blooming trees surrounding them. You turn off the timelapse and set up your camera in a normal record instead. You finally look up at Kento, who is already looking at you with a smile plastered on his face.

“You look so adorable admiring your handiwork, my love.” He says. “So what inspired you today?”

“Those ducks and their little ducklings!” You excitedly say. “What about you, my husband?”

His smile only widens when you say that, but he feigns nonchalance as he says, “Oh, nothing, just a beautiful woman sitting in front of me.”

“Really?” you mumble, narrowing your eyes in fake anger. 

“It’s not very true to her form, but i tried my best,” He says.

“Okay, let’s show this to the camera at the count of three.” You say. “Three!”

Both of you turn your canvases to the camera - yours a quiet scene of the ducks and ducklings, his of a woman in a white dress, with a canvas on her lap. She has your hair, but her face is covered by her hair.

“Oh my god Kento, that is so pretty!” You exclaim, snatching his canvas from him. “I swear you make me look waay prettier than I actually am.”

“I think you undermine yourself a little too much, my wife.” He says, a pointed, cheeky glare sent to you. Your face heats up instantly, not having much of his self restraint.

“Should we go feed the ducks, husband?” You tease him back, the warmth not leaving your face.

“I am trying to get husbanded-up, you know?” He says, and you burst out into a fit of giggles.

“You aren’t trying fast enough,” you tease back.

“Your message has been received and you will receive your response in due time,” Nanami says, joining your giggles.

A/N: we are gonna ignore the context of the gf and pretend that's actually where our man is

[mmegwrld]

bf jk hcs! ♡

let me know if you guys want anybody else

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i feel like he would go live late at night with you and do like mukbangs (i might make a drabble for that…) YKWWW i feel like he would be like all giggly like how he was when mingyu was on live with him! 😭

imaging him making you listen to seven or 3d for the first time… he would literally be so shy! SOOO NERVOUS. you’d like be “oh baby, this is so good!” and he’d be like “IM TOO FREAKED OUT😭😭😭😭” — HE GOT LATTO ON THE REMIX FOR YOU!! like imagine you like latto’s songs and he’s like hmmm i love my gf sm im gonna get latto on my remix

he would ask permission to get girls to act in his mvs and he has you on the sets while they’re filming

your family fucking my loves! Loves! LOVES JUNGKOOK SO MUCH! one of your little cousins said to you “where’s kookie? i wanna see him not you!” ………… you didn’t get him a christmas present because of it.

AND HE CAN COOK SO YOUR FAMILY LOVES HIM MORE BECAUSE OF THAT.

EVERYTIMEEE YOU GET YOUR NAILS DONE… HIS BICEPS ARE ON DECK! you’d be trying to take a picture of your nails for your nail artist to post and he in front of you, pulling his sleeve up and flexing his bicep. you’re like babe? and he’s just grinning.

if you had a dog, he’d make you bring them and bam and it become siblings

HE MOVES YOU IN LITTLE BY LITTLE. like if you take off your sweater in his car, he grabs it and puts it into his house after you leave. you left your blanket? it’s folded up on his couch. you left your necklace? it’s in his drawer. YOUR SHOES? ON THE RACK. YOUR PHONE CHARGER? NEXT TO THE BED.

he makes you brush your teeth with him in the morning and at night

you have magnets of him in 2013 on you guys’ fridge

he makes you share you drinks. like it doesn’t matter if he has his own, he’s drinking yours

YOU GUYS MATCHED ON HALLOWEEN AS ROGER RABBIT AND JESSICA RABBIT OMG

if his eyebrow piercing is sore or something, he makes you kiss it for 15 minutes straight. no breaks.

he has a literal shrine of you. like photos of you when you were younger until now, a poster of your favorite movie, a photo of you and the rest of the members.. another of you and jimin during are you sure, lego figures of you two, and a shirt of you.

almost everytime yall go out, he makes you guys match outfits. doesn’t matter where, yall are matching!

he wouldn’t want you to watch jjk bc he knows that girls find the guys attractive.

you both have mini photocards of each other on either your bags or keys.

his brother sketched a photo of you, bam and jk!

he buys you sonny angles and labubus all the time. your bookshelf is filled with them. FILLED.

he’s so sad when he has to leave you for the military!! he made it seem like he’s okay to not stress you but he’s really sad and thats why he’s been hugging you tighter.

HE WOULD DO THE ‘somebody point me to the best ass eater’ TREND😭😭 he would eat your imaginary plate and make his own so people know he’s not joking

he bakes all of your bday cakes

he’ll just randomly text you at 2pm hey angel, i’m picking you up at 7. love you

he gets you a pandora ring and bracelet with your own little charms that he knows mean something to you

after a long day at work, you get into your car and see a HUGE bouquet of flowers and a note that says love you so much! :-)

when he met usher, he called you instantly and he was telling you he’s nervous to dance with him and stuff.

whenever there’s a dating rumor with him and another girl, he posts a video or picture with you with the same caption i love my baby ♥️ my wife

namjoon and taehyung did a prank on him where they flirt with you and he got superrrr mad and threw water on them

he’s a girl dad idc

he’s the type to lean down to get to your height so he can hear you clearly! 😫😫

he gets shy whenever you rub his chest or compliment his biceps.

he kisses your feet bruh

okay thats it! :P

[jamesdeanbby]

HIIII I just found ur acc and I'm so excited 😊😊

I was wondering if you could do a story where reader is Darrys gf (and they've been dating for a bit) and one night, it's really busy at the Curtis house and everyone's over (pure, lovable chaos), Darry's making dinner and reader is helping Ponyboy with his homework. In the middle of all this chaos, Pony accidentally calls reader "mom" while she's helping him, like: "thanks, mom" just super instinctively, and everyone hears it and fill in the blanks from there...??🙂

Sorry, this is super long, lol😅

────۶ৎ "thanks, mom"

a chaotic evening ends up in a heartwarming revelation<33

warnings : swearing ig

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTEEE thanks for requesting anon and don't worry at all! the lenghty and in detail the request, the better!

It was a night.

Not just any night—a Curtis House Night, the kind where every light’s on, the record player’s fighting the TV for dominance, the couch is half a dogpile, and you could swear the walls are held up with duct tape.

You and Darry had been together for a while now. Long enough for his toothbrush to live at your place and for your perfume to linger in his truck. You had been going steady for a few months already. But tonight? Tonight was anything but steady.

The door had been swinging open since six. First it was Sodapop with Two-Bit right behind, laughing over something stupid. Then Steve rolled in, hungry as a bear. Dallas showed up like he owned the place, and Johnny had slipped in quieter than the rest, sticking to Dally's side like a shadow.

And Ponyboy? Poor thing was sitting at the kitchen table, hair a mess, pencil tapping against his temple like the numbers on his worksheet had personally offended him.

You leaned over him with a gentle smile, your arms braced on the table, your perfume mixing with the scent of Darry’s cooking.

“Okay, Pony, remember what I told you, start by finding the lowest common denominator.”

He sighed, brows furrowed. “Ugh. This is hopeless.”

You chuckled and ruffled his hair. “It’s fractions, not the end of the world.”

Behind you, Darry was manning the stove, sleeves rolled up, brow glistening. You could hear him humming under his breath, spatula in hand, the smell of frying onions and ground beef filling the air. He kept glancing over at you and Pony, like the sight of you two made the ache in his chest soften just a little.

The rest of the gang was scattered. Soda was trying to teach Steve how to moonwalk in socks. Dallas was making a pyramid out of beer caps. Two-Bit was definitely stealing raw cookie dough from the fridge. Johnny was sketching something on a napkin with his thumb smudged in pencil lead.

You leaned a little closer to Pony’s paper, voice warm and soft.

“Here, like this—see? Multiply both sides by four and it cancels out.”

Pony looked up at you with wide, understanding eyes, his face lighting up like a match.

“Ohh. Thanks, Mom.”

Silence.

It hit the room like a dropped record needle. A full beat of stunned, dead air.

And then—

“MOM?!” Two-Bit shrieked, bursting into howls of laughter, nearly wiping out on the floor.

Dallas choked on his soda, Steve dropped his moonwalk mid-slide, and Soda straight-up fell off the arm of the couch from surprise.

Johnny was smiling shyly, chuckling behind his hand like he’d been thinking the same thing.

Darry turned slowly from the stove, spatula frozen in hand, eyes wide. “Wait—did he just…?”

Ponyboy turned bright red, face buried in his hands. “Oh my god, no-I didn’t mean to! It just-it slipped!”

You blinked, then slowly smiled, warmth rising to your cheeks. “Well… I am helping with homework.”

“Mom,” Steve repeated, shaking his head, “Pony just put a ring on your finger and didn't even ask Darry.”

Two-Bit was halfway into a laughing fit, pointing dramatically. “Y’all hear that?! She’s got Pony doing his math and saying thank you, and she got Darry cookin' dinner like it’s 1956. That ain’t a girlfriend, that’s a matriarch.”

Soda was fanning himself. “Next thing you know, she’s packin’ lunches and tucking us in at night.”

“Please do,” Johnny muttered with a grin. “Your lunches would probably taste better than Darry’s leftovers.”

Darry finally broke into a laugh, setting the spatula down and wiping his hands on a towel. He walked over to you, wrapped an arm around your waist, and kissed your temple in front of everybody.

“She’s already the mom of this circus,” he said, smirking. “Might as well make it official.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Oh please.”

But Pony was still hiding his face. “I’m so embarrassed,” he groaned into his elbow.

You leaned over, pulled his arm down gently, and kissed the top of his head. “Don’t be, sweetheart. It was the nicest thing you could’ve said.”

His cheeks were still pink, but he smiled—and he didn’t pull away when you gave his hair one last fond tousle.

From that moment on, it was over.

Every time you passed someone a soda: “Thanks, Mom.” When you bandaged up Johnny’s skinned elbow: “Thanks, Ma.” If you opened the fridge: “What’s for dinner, Mom?”

Darry just stood in the middle of it all, grinning like the luckiest fool on earth, arms crossed as he watched you handle his house like you’d always belonged there.

And the thing is… maybe you did.

[returnofeternity]

grow a garden has also been my addiction lately:)) every time I play I always think of modern au teen!Lottie playing, that and I have an in-game pet deer so when I see them my mind just goes “LOTTIEEEE” automatically. I think she probably would have enjoyed playing cozy farming games, or just games with farming features in general (Minecraft, stardew valley and animal crossing I’m looking at you)

DUDE ME TOO. i just hit 2b coins 😎

the concept of dating lottie and being friends with her on roblox....having each other in the bio too. <3

she doesnt mess around on it. she only has roblox installed on her phone just so she can have it open when she cant be on the puter 😭 it's ur own PC you bought with your money too but she kicks you off because it's easier to play on it ��

shes kind of like a mansplainer when she talks to you about it...😭 especially if you don't get it. tells you how to plant correctly and what the best seeds are because ur NOT doing it correctly ofc >_> but she's suchhh a good gf and gives you those frozen candy blossoms and a bunchhh of freebies so you can gain coins 😊 its so cute seeing her avatar jump toward you 💗 and she will constantly rejoin games until your farm is next to hers!!

and i know her farm is PERFECT. she has everything so organized and it doesn't even feel cluttered even though there's like hundreds of plants. she came crying to you when someone used their robux to steal one of her crops too 😭 was so butthurt and reported them and everything. you tried to give her one of your strawberries to make her feel better </3

kinda like a guard dog and tells off 'noobs' who wanna scam you by trading dog shit items lmfao.

she would LOVE to make a stardew farm with you omfg are you kidding???!!!! she spends ages planning out the name and what theme she wants to do!! she takes the farm life very seriously.

and i know charlotte matthews takes character customization seriously as well.

laughing just thinking about lottie telling you how much she hates cheaters in the game but you find out that she has mods installed to make the game easier 😭

lottie who likes to game next to you <33 always brings her computer to where you are and resumes gaming. she loves showing off her work to you and just likes you being near her while she's basically silent for hours just farming n shit. its ur bonding time <3 thinking of things like hugging her from behind on the bed while she builds your Minecraft house bc you suck at building ❤️ lottie who facetimes you while you're at work or in class because she needs your help deciding what to do or build next ❤️

she likes to leave little presents for you to find when you get on too!! she leaves flowers in your chests, spells out "i love you" using your favorite Minecraft blocks, gives you her extra diamonds, steals one of your sheep, leaves a sign on your door that says "gay."

think she's so the type to feel bad about abandoning her villagers 😭 it's been months since she's used her switch for anything other than Mario kart, and she wont even boot up animal crossing because she'll feel even worse for seeing them after neglecting them for so long lmfaooo.

thinking about lottie who has her own lil fashion business on roblox.... she makes her own clothes and shit!!!! she shows you her sketches for new ideas and it's so cute :( she's almost a robux millionaire

[eobe]

Mermay 2025 🪸🌊 Mikkian Eo would be a great anemone ✨ I think it was gorgeous @feral-ferrule who gave me that picture, so thank you for inspiring me! 🫶

I indulged 5- and a half hours of meditative painting 🫠 One rough sketch, no refs, only one brush (named Oberon from the basic brush kit of Procreate, my favorite for coloring) and I just let it grow like the corals and sea grass on the reef do 🥰 I‘m a little sea creature myself, so I feel this very much 🩵 I hope you like it!

Have some close ups:

I love the chalky structure my fav brush makes 🫠 And I love Neptune grass (Posidonia oceania). Every picture or video of it waving in the water makes me breathe deeper ✨ Did you know it’s protected species?

Monet is one of my favorite artists by the way (Yeeess cliché, but the atmospheres he created *happy sigh*) I thought of his work while doing the corals ☺️ Ou! And I also love everything about Atlantis 🩵✨ Sunken statues and all the topics and lessons that come with that whole philosophy, legend and mystery 🥰

I could never ever be finished tinkering at the details of a face when it comes to a bigger brush 🙈 It’s like polishing a stone but with the difference, that I hunt for a perfection, that I not even want to achieve. I only want to do better and then – in the middle of imperfection – there is that moment where I look at it and know „This is it. It‘s fine now.“ Not perfect, but if I would continue, it would not get better, but worse instead 😂

For feeling completely blocked at the moment a painting is maybe just else. Drawing is lines, but painting is just color and I can layer all the imperfection, insecurities and struggles in form of colored brush strokes layer over layer until the whole picture builds itself – to look at it and go like „Hey, I made a thing. And it’s a good thing.“ ☺️

Thank you for reading my ramble too 😹🫶

Taglist: @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @freesia-writes

OC tags 🫶 my bb @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf and my precious vode @ghostymarni @wings-and-beskargam

🫶 @foxwithadarkside also inspired me – like so often, thank you 🥰

[ellieshyperfixations]

Silly little X-Men hcs!!

This is with X-men 97 in mind!

Logan snores LOUD, like a dad snore. He also sneezes like a dad.

Scott absolutely hates being late to things and will show up 15-30 minutes early regularly (The others have started telling him it’s 15 min later than it actually is bcuz of this)

Jean and Ororo have weekly “sleepovers” where they just kick out Scott to go be with the others so they can spend time together (They’re so sisters)

Jubilee is actually decent at cooking she’s just too lazy to make anything that takes more than an hour.

Kurt will hang upside down from things from his tail for unhealthy periods of time. All that blood stays in his head atp.

Rogue is the second best cook in the house (second to gambit ofc) She’s a southern lady!! Ofc she can cook good (This isn’t just bcuz I’m a southern person myself nooooo)

Gambit is the breakfast guy, he regularly makes breakfast for everyone most days. Ororo takes over on the other days so he isn’t having to do it constantly.

Morph absolutely does what Camilo did in Encanto and shapeshifts into other ppl to get seconds of food.

Beast hears so much of the drama and tea because no one thinks he’s listening or cares. Jubilee is aware of this and has begged him to tell her some specific info. (He always says no.)

Morph is weirdly good at math.

Morph, Rogue, Gambit, Scott and Logan are all bisexual, or at the very least like both men and women (So, could be pansexual, omnisexual, etc)

Rogue, Gambit and Ororo have no fear of storms, hurricanes, and tornadoes. One once knocked out the power and they were just acting like nothing was even happening.

Logan listens to so much divorced dad rock and Beast hates it.

Jubilee would 100% be a Chappell Roan fan

Kurt would love Mitski so much, and it would be his top listened to artist absolutely.

Everyone loves Dolly Parton. She’s an icon.

Ororo has one of the dirtiest side eyes possible, she never uses it, but occasionally she’ll hear a guy be a dick to his gf or something and she’s just like 😠👀

Kurt has really good puppy dog eyes, no I will not elaborate.

Jubilee has burn scars on her hands from when she first got her mutation and didn’t know how to handle it.

Jean is banned from cooking. Just. Period.

Logan has absolutely destroyed a couple appliances due to annoyance with them before.

Erik actually likes mystery novels a lot, and read a lot of them, the old man. (As if my dad isn’t literally older)

Logan is a really good artist, like sketching and painting; C’mon! He’s been around for 200+yrs, he’s learned a thing or two.

[themeraldee]

dee! i had this thought and i just had to share it…… i’m thinking about homelander with a gf who likes to color.

at first he thinks it’s ridiculously childish (‘seriously? what are you, 6?’ “it’s good for you! it calms the mind!”) but you just look so cute doing it when your face is all focused and it did seem to be relaxing for you. plus, the finished product was always far better than he expected it to be and you really had a really knack for bringing the pictures to life.

you’d rip pages out for him and hid them places to surprise him with and he’d always do his best to keep the rest of the team from seeing them because the last thing he wanted was a train to see it and tell everyone. he can’t have people thinking you’ve made him go soft.

he of course buys you the most expensive pencils and markers and one time when you’re at the supermarket, you see a ‘dawn of the seven’ coloring book next to all the candy bars by the register and bring it home.

you’re all excited to show it to him and he’s immediately thrown off guard once he sees the semi-colored in suit of maeve on the page instead of the usual cute girlie rainbow-bullshit pages you usually color. “they make these?” he flips through the book, unpleased with how little he appears in it. it’s a smaller book, sure, only about 40 pages as opposed to the jumbo books you normally colored in, but still— only about 20% of it had him in it and that wasn’t gonna do.

immediately he purchases every ‘homelander’ themed book he can find and brings them to you— watching you even more closely as you doodle in the details of his suit and it just feeds his ego and love for you. plus, now he can proudly carry around a little homelander picture his precious girl colored for him.

this is coming at a perfect time just as I've gotten back into colouring 😂 I got one of those cutesy colouring books that are all over amazon and I totally see I'd be getting teased to all hell for it (BUT ITS FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

The most important thing here is that Homelander will from now on be my walking credit card. And entire new set of coloured pencils? "Of course, honey." All of the copic sketch markers? "Get whatever you want, go nuts."

HEAVEN IM TELLING YOU!!!

I do love how much of a lovingly condescending asshole he can be. Like aw shucks isn't it so cute that his gf has her silly little hobbies. I'm just such a good boyfriend providing her with everything she wants. (but also why do they not include me 😠😠😠)

(I'd have to secretly colour other things in secret so I don't get fed up with the red/blue/gold combo 😂 OR just design new suits for him.

"Why do I look like a watermelon." 🤨

"I thought the pink and green would bring out your eyes.")

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

🍓!

Very sorry if this anon has been taken ( ;´ - `;)

Okay, so— I don’t have a very defined going out aesthetic but I do switch between these preset outfits from time to time (a. A nice soft artsy girl look with baggy pants and a green cardigan, b. baggy cargo pants with all the pockets you could ever need and more and a size large shirt I hand-cropped) very loose, I like using mismatched socks and worn black shoes. I always come with my backpack strapped to my back and old friendship bracelets around my wrist.

I’m a loser (╥﹏╥) so I don’t have much experience picking up.. uh, lads…? But I would probably rizz via small thoughtful gifts I hand made or probably remember them by. Maybe if I draw us together often and gift it to him it might give him a clue (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I would probably blabber about small things I notice about them, “Looking sharp!” “Every time I see you I remind myself to get shades, you’re so bright.” “Smile more often, I love seeing you happy.” “What’s wrong? You’ve been frowning…” Use a cheesy pick up line or two, laugh it off.

Text them at random showing them things I find (“look at this bottle cap. think I’m gonna keep it”) or am doing (“tell me the correct ways to use a power drill or I might blow a hole into my walls”), slide in an ask to hang out again. Gift them a pink camellia (roses are probably too forward) every once and while because men also deserve flowers. Try to get close but back off if I see even an inch on uncomfortability, hugs, tugs, silly hand reading, light touches here and there. Honestly I think I would snap and ask them out first.

Sorry if this is too long! Thank you and have a good day or night, feel free to ignore (´ε｀ )♡!

you sound cute as hell tbqh. (ⓛ ω ⓛ)

here's how this actually goes down: at first you're down bad for Soap. he knows it; his buddies know it. but you're soft and shy enough that he can pretend with plausible deniability he doesn't notice. you figure he's gonna overlook you for not being gf material--however. Gaz notices you are a catch and steals you right out from under him.

Soap totally strings you along. totally content biding his time until he can be bothered to get you alone and seal the deal. like, corrupt you.

but no rush. he figures he's got plenty of time. you're so hung up on him; you're not about to go chasing after some other guy.

nobody ever accused you of being a great judge of character where your romantic interest is concerned.

"every time i see you," you tell him, "i remind myself to get shades. because you're so bright."

ah. soap smirks. flattery will get you everywhere. "if i'm blindin' ya so bad, stop starin' so much."

he loves being chased, so what's wrong with a little teasing?

and since you're inexperienced with flirting, how are you gonna say no?

but then Gaz looks over Soap's shoulder and sees one too many of the cute little texts you send him. he scoffs at first at the game-playing of it all. but then he notices as you slowly start to leave Soap little gifts, flowers--trinkets that remind you of him, you say. it drives Gaz out of his mind. he gets this weird feeling that you're perfect, you're gonna make someone so happy, and you're being wasted on some dude who won't even take you out on a date.

Gaz also knows better than to tell you outright how Soap's a prick. you're too nice; you'll just defend him. justify his behavior. your crush on him blinds you. 

so instead, Gaz sits down silently next to you one day and watches you sketch. your attention to detail is impressive. loving, even. a spiral of envy squeezes his heart. Gaz tries to tell himself it's pity instead. Soap is a lucky bastard. doesn't know what he's got, clearly.

then, Gaz offers you one surefire way to get Soap's attention.

"it's easy," he tells you, silver-tongued. "man's a peacock. best way to his heart is through his pride." when you don't catch on, he nudges you with his shoulder. "make him jealous."

immediately he has you, hook line and sinker. that's all you really want, right? Soap's attention. 

fake dating Gaz. what could go wrong. 

naturally it's not long before Gaz is the one who has you wrapped around his finger instead. he's the better choice for you anyway <3

Soap still pesters Gaz from time to time to send him a picture or two of you. insists you've got to be sending them somewhere since you're not hitting him up anymore. he steals Gaz's phone to get a better look at the spicy ones

more Gaz / more Soap / masterlist

[n0vazsq]

Amor | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Marc surprises you with a tattoo of your initials for your two year anniversary

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . ok thats it i need marc in my life right now right here

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . It was a typical day; quiet, simple, and peaceful, until Marc had a little surprise up his sleeve. Literally.

You had no idea what he was planning for your two year anniversary, but when he picked you up in his car that afternoon, there was something about the way he was acting that made you suspicious.

He was unusually quiet, glancing at you with that soft, knowing smile of his, like he was holding onto a secret.

You couldn’t figure out what was going on, but you’d learned that when Marc had something up his sleeve, it was always worth the wait.

"Where are we going?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you pulled your seatbelt tight.

Marc just smirked, one hand briefly brushing against yours as he drove. "Patience, amor. You’ll see soon enough."

Your curiosity only grew the closer you got to the destination. You’d been to the area before, but never to this particular street, which had several small shops.

Marc turned into a parking lot, then quickly hopped out of the car, running around to open the door for you.

You glanced up at him, confused. "Marc, what’s going on?"

"Just trust me," he said, his smile only growing wider. "It’s a surprise. And I promise you’re going to love it."

With that, he led you inside a small tattoo studio that you hadn’t noticed before, its dark, cozy interior decorated with sketches and pictures of tattoos.

The air smelled like ink and something comforting, and you felt a small flutter of nerves in your stomach.

"Marc?" you questioned, looking up at him with confusion. "What’s happening?"

Marc laughed, a troublesome glint in his eyes as he walked over to the front desk. "You’ll see. Just relax, okay?"

Your heart skipped a beat as the realization hit you. "You’re getting a tattoo?"

His grin was all teeth as he shrugged, but then his expression softened, and he took your hand in his, leading you toward a seat near the back.

"I’m getting something for you, amor," he said quietly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your wrist.

You blinked, completely surprised. "For me? What do you mean?"

Marc’s eyes sparkled with affection. "For our two year anniversary," he murmured, kneeling down beside you as he motioned for you to sit.

He pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you, revealing a design that took your breath away.

It was simple yet deeply meaningful; a small, elegant tattoo of your initials in Marc's handwriting that seemed to be written with so much love. There, at the bottom, were two small hearts.

Your heart skipped when you realized what it was.

"This is… for me?" you whispered, your fingers grazing over the design in awe.

Marc nodded, his gaze intense as he looked at you with soft, almost nervous eyes. "Yeah. I wanted to do something meaningful. Something that showed how much you mean to me."

You were speechless for a moment, the enormity of his gesture washing over you. "Marc… I don’t even know what to say."

He laughed softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know, in my own way, how much I love you. And how much these two years have meant to me."

Before you could speak, a tattoo artist walked over, greeting Marc with a warm smile. He briefly explained what was going to happen, setting up the equipment.

Marc glanced back at you one last time before taking a seat on the chair, rolling up his sleeve and getting ready for the tattoo to begin.

You watched him carefully, your emotions swirling. There was a nervousness in his eyes, but also a quiet confidence that he was doing something important.

For you. And for the love you two shared. He reached out, taking your hand in his with a gentle squeeze as the needle buzzed to life.

"It’s okay, amor," Marc murmured, his voice steady as you sat beside him. "You’re here with me, right?"

"Of course," you whispered, your heart swelling with affection for him.

As the tattoo began to take shape on his skin, you stayed close, sitting beside him, never once letting go of his hand.

The room was filled with the sound of the needle as the artist worked, but it was Marc’s soft, steady breathing and the way he kept glancing over at you with that same loving gaze that made your heart race.

Once it was done, Marc stood up, revealing the tattoo that now sat proudly on his skin. The sight of your initials, forever etched into his arm, made you feel a rush of emotions.

Love, admiration, gratitude.

Marc smiled down at you, his expression vulnerable and soft. "I wanted to carry you with me always," he said, his voice gentle. "To remind me of the best two years of my life."

Tears stung your eyes, and you could hardly hold back the overwhelming emotions that bubbled up. "Marc… this is… this is the most incredible thing anyone’s ever done for me."

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there. "I’m glad you love it, mi cielo. I’ll carry you with me, always."

You pulled him into a tight embrace, your heart full to bursting with love and gratitude. "I love you so much, Marc. I really do."

"And I love you more than anything," he whispered, holding you close as you both stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms.

He kissed the top of your head gently before pulling back just enough to look at you. "Happy anniversary, mi amor. Here’s to many more years of love, memories, and tattoos that remind us of how much we mean to each other."

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face as you looked at him, at the tattoo that symbolized the two of you, your love, your bond, your forever.

"Happy anniversary, Marc," you said, your voice thick with emotion as you kissed him softly on the lips. "I’ll love you for all of time."

And in that moment, with your initials on his arm and your heart completely and utterly his, you knew you were both ready to spend the rest of your lives together.

[hxlxnaaa]

hiiiii, i love your fics soososososo much

im a uni student for art and i was wondering if you could make a fic for rafayel comforting reader on art block ? i think he would be really sweeet about it.

thank u :3

𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when faced with the frustrations regarding a lack of creativity and ideas, rafayel is quick to help you come up with a solution, and without realizing, becomes the solution himself.

★ 𝐜𝐰/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: first person pov, rafayel being proud of his gf, just really sweet, references to his anecdote 'addictive pain' (just mc taking a few art classes)

★ 𝐰𝐜: 1.5k

★ 𝐚/𝐧: i'm so sorry this took so long!! this is such a cute concept and tysm for the request, rafayel would fs be so sweet n nice ab his cutie struggling w art block. i hope you like it :,)

Frustration was creeping up through my throat, strangling the air out of me. Art was supposed to be my escape, but I had hit a literal wall. With balancing work and a social life, I had hardly found time to dedicate to my first love, and now it seemed as if all creativity had left my mind in an instant.

Tossing the sketchbook across the room that only held scribbles and scratches, I puffed out my cheeks, pressing my fists into the couch.

‘You’re better than this,’ I thought, ‘art is your passion.’

I picked up my phone, dialing Rafayel's number. It would be helpful to take a break, as I had been sitting around for hours crumpling up paper after paper, not a fruitful idea in sight. While I of course admired him as a person, I also looked up to him as an artist, even if I was often too shy to show my own talents to him.

“Hey cutie,” Rafayel's sweet voice came over the line, “whats up?”

“What’re you doing?” I hoped he wasn’t busy, cause I was about 30 seconds away from intruding into his house.

“Just working on this painting Thomas is on me about, why? Thinking about me?”

“Do you care if I come over?”

“That’s a silly question, I’ll see you when you get here.”

Click.

I rolled my eyes, ‘Yeah. Thanks.’

-

Sprawled out on his couch, I watched Rafayel drag his paintbrush across the canvas with little effort. I was jealous of how natural it all came to him, reminiscing on a time I was able to convey everything I pleased with that much grace, able to create anything with ease. Now my talent just sat in a corner, covered in dust, and I wasn’t even sure how to use it anymore.

“Raf.” I sat up, throwing one of the brushes lying around at his back.

He hummed a response, not bothering to turn around to look at me.

“When you run out of ideas, get art block per say, what do you do?”

“Sit in the bathtub, you know this.” Rafayel nodded his head towards the empty tub lying in the center of the room. “Yeah, but,” I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, “what about it brings you ideas?”

He shrugs, placing a kiss on my forearm draped loosely around him, “The water always brings me ideas. It’s easier coming up with things in a place where you’re comfortable.” Rafayel pays me a grin, “That’s why I come up with my best works when you’re around.”

“If you had to give advice to someone struggling with a lack of creativity, where would you tell them to start?” I stared longingly at the painting he was working on, craving the urge I once knew, the urge to create.

“Is that someone you?”

I flick his head, “If it was, would the advice change?”

He thinks for a moment, “If it were anyone else, I’d tell them to get a book of art prompts or something.” Rafayel cranes his head back to look at me, “You? I’d tell you to paint something you love.”

“Something I love?”

“Yeah, like food or a wanderer, I dunno. Your passions lie in what you love, so creativity for you will start there.”

Something I love.

-

I sat surrounded by old sketches and paintings I had made and kept throughout the years, and thought about what Rafayel said.

“Your passions lie in what you love, so creativity for you will start there.”

There were connections between all the pieces, and that connection was that they were of all the things I loved at some point or another. My favorite flower, the stray cat I had rescued growing up, Gran and Caleb, cherry blossoms when they first bloom; things that brought me joy and warmed my heart.

‘Okay,’ I thought to myself, tracing my fingers over all the papers, ‘easy enough. Just draw something I love.’

The sketchbook in front of me sat blank, just like my mind.

Something I love, something I love, something I love…

It started with a jawline, a mess of hair, wild eyes; then the sketch turned into an idea, and I was grabbing my watercolor paper and paint.

Heather purple hair, kaleidoscope eyes, fair skin adorned with carefully placed freckles and moles as if an angel had kissed him themself. His smile, I needed to capture his smile. His rosy cheeks.

I finished the painting, and grabbed another paper. His home, I needed to paint his home. The canvases that littered his space, the bathtub, the statues and vases, the tall windows that showed the sea outside.

Another paper, another paper, another paper.

The brush glided across the page as if unstoppable, using the same precision I used to fight wanderers, the trained eye, fast reflexes and grace. His hands, him painting, his laugh, everything I had memorized about him over time turned into the art that I had been waiting to spill from my mind.

Something I love.

Rafayel.

-

“Did you ever find that creative spark you were looking for?”

I turned around from cooking to look at Rafayel, who was standing at the island of my kitchen watching me work. His pretty purple hair was messed up from me earlier picking paint out of it, and his shirt loosely unbuttoned at the collar. With asking the question, his eyes glittered mischievously.

Rafayel himself was not the painter, he was the art.

“Yeah, I suppose I did.” I shrugged, going back to fixing dinner.

“I didn’t know you liked to do art,” He maneuvered his way next to me, poking my side, “why didn’t you tell me?”

Liked? No, art was something I adored. It was my security, an outlet. Even when everything was going wrong, my life in shambles, I always had the ability and opportunity to create. It was stability, it was love, my life and passion. I just needed to find it again.

I poked Rafayel back, “It was never something I thought I needed to share with you, plus I had gotten away from it for a while. Lost my spark.”

“Now I want to see!” Rafayel groaned, pouting, “Are you any good?”

“I took a few classes in university for fun, but not nearly as good as you.”

He went still for a second, “Art is subjective...So please show me?”

“Go into my room and my recent stuff should be in the folder sitting on my desk,” I pointed my spoon in his face, “but no messing around in there, you look at the folder and get out.”

“Yes ma’am.”

With that he descended down the hallway, and I heard the soft creak of my door opening. For a few minutes, the only sound in the apartment was the quiet sizzle of the food in the pan.

Then, it was too quiet for too long.

“Rafayel, you better not be in there snooping!” I shouted, only to get no response. A few more seconds passed by before I called out to him again, “Raf?”

“Why are you a hunter?”

I jumped, startled by his sudden appearance behind me. He was clutching the pieces I had done of him, looking down at them and back at me with awe and adoration. His fingers danced gently over the paper, analyzing every detail.

“What do you mean?” I frowned, his question catching me off guard.

“These are…I don’t even have words. They’re amazing.” Rafayel continued to stare at the watercolor paintings in his hands, flipping through them carefully.

A soft laugh left my lips, “You just like them cause they’re of you.” The compliment didn’t fall on deaf ears however, and my cheeks turned pink with his praise. For one of the greatest painters in our era to think my work is ‘amazing’? Yeah, that felt nice.

Rafayel smirked, “Well, yes. I think that adds to it.” He laid out all of the papers across the island, “I just don’t understand why you didn’t pursue this, why only take a few classes in university instead of doing it full time. You have a real talent…”

“That's a big compliment coming from the Rafayel.”

“You could do as well as me if you put this out there.” He waved one of the pieces in my face, before quickly pulling away, “No, actually, I want all of these. I’m going to hang them up when I get home.”

“You gonna pay for them?” I crossed my arms, trying to act tough. Grinning, Rafayel wrapped an arm around my shoulder and waved his hand around as if gesturing for me to see the world, “See? You’ve already got that art business mindset down, I can see the vision for your future from here.”

He looked down at me with a sweet, sincere glint in his eyes, “But really, I’m glad you found that creativity you were looking for. I would hate for you to abandon something like this.”

“It was your help,” I put my head on his chest, “you told me to draw something I love.”

Rafayel pinched my cheek, “Well I’ll always be willing to be your muse, cutie.”

[paythepricee]

can you do a emo!lesbian!reader and she's getting an anxiety attack because her "friends" are making jokes about her style and music taste for YEARS and ellie (her girlfriend) help her to calm down?

(I'm sorry, but I don't see a lot of wlw content mainly without prejudices about the emo subculture, I wanted to be a little bit represented 😞)

ooo , this is a unique idea .ᐟ.ᐟ of course love . i could see ells being a little overprotective too .

i feel like head-cannons would suit this theme more , so here we go .

“ You don’t deserve to feel so hurt “

Anxiety attack! Ellie Williams x emo!Reader -ˋˏ✄┈ wlw

Lyrics: “Maybe you should leave. Before I get too mean and take it out on you, and your best-friend too.” - I Didn’t Change My Number, Billie Eilish

Synopsis: You, having a unique style, often get judged by your peers and your so called “friends”. However, your girlfriend Ellie, both comforts you, and gives them a piece of her mind in your favor.

Cw: Very little angst? cussing (!girlfriendEllie x !emoReader) !overprotectiveEllie — unhinged ellie if you squint hard.

A/N: Not proofread. Again.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who loses her shit once she hears the things your “so called” friends say about you. Your eyeliner, outfits, your music preferences, and your general vibe. She goes feral. Not like full-out yelling (unless they push it), but that low, sharp “What the fuck did you just say?”

── .✦ Girlfriend!Ellie who makes playlists just for you—one filled with all your favorite songs, and another with the ones that make her think of you when you’re not around.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who loves your style. From the smudged eyeliner to the band tees you’d often wear. She would even doodle sketches of you in her sketchbook, often at that. If you were to check, you would find that you take up the majority of the pages.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who fumbles with the nail polish brush and smudges your eyeliner more than once, but insists on helping you with your eyeliner anyway—because you look too damn cute perched on her lap to let you go.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who kisses the self hatred out of your mouth. On your worst nights, you would say things like “Maybe they’re right”, or “No one actually likes me”. Ellie wouldn’t choose to fight you with logic. Instead she cups your temples, looks you dead in the eyes, and kisses you until all the poison spills out in tears. Murmuring against your lips “I don’t care what they think. You’re the coolest person in the entire world. I mean that.”

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who is extremely touchy. She often prods at the spikes adorned onto your wrists— fascinated by them. Or she’d comb her fingers through your dyed, messy layers like it was a habit she didn’t even notice—except she did. Every single time.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who draws tattoos on your arms when you’re anxious. You have nervous habits—biting your fingers which leads to chipped black polish, picking at your sleeves. When Ellie sees it start, she grabs a pen and gently draws little spirals, stars, or vines across your arms, until you’re too focused on the ink tickling your skin to keep spiraling.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who deletes their number from your phone. Your phone hasn’t been being notified as often. You won’t even realize it, nor did you question it.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who lets you do her eyeliner. Even though she swears she’s “bad at sitting still,” she goes all quiet and soft under your touch. And afterwards she refuses to take it off because “you touched my face and made me hot, I’m keeping it.”

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who takes you shopping to all your favorite stores. Voodoo Vixen? she’s already holding the door. Hot topic? definitely a classic. Abbey Dawn? absolutely. And when you’d show up to class all dressed up despite everything, she wouldn’t just stare— she would pull you to the side and into a kiss, murmuring the words low and proud “That’s my girl”.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who would never admit it out loud—but yeah… she’d do anything for you.