#kinda laughing at how different these guys' aesthetics turned out to be

[gryffneedsabreak]

pjo oc mini profiles; jonah montgomery and aspen mckay

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[angievue]

flower girl ʚɞ billie eilish

in which you work at a flower shop and billie works at a tattoo parlour right next door

contains smut, degrading, dumbification, fingering & oral, ig readers innocent, unsupportive parents, this is really bad LOL

a/n guys i found this i think i made this three months ago for fun and OMG😭 also i’m on my phone so that’s why the layout is so ugly���� i’m not even gonna proof read this cuz its so bad but i love the tattoo girl x flower girl trope so🫠 might re write this or make a pt 2 idk!!

You’ve always been a bit of a goody two shoes. The obedient type, always following your parents’ strict rules and agreeing to whatever your friends begged for, even though you never truly felt free. Your life felt like it was on lockdown, confined by your parents’ watchful eyes.

That was until you started working at a cozy little flower shop. The space was filled with hyacinths, lilies, and roses, and you felt instantly at home there. You could arrange bouquets however you liked and finally had a chance to connect with the world outside.

But what you liked most was the dark-haired girl who worked at the tattoo shop right next to your little flower shop. Growing up, you were taught that attraction to the same gender was forbidden, so now, alone with your thoughts, you can’t help but be drawn to her.

You’ve never spoken to her, and God knows when you will. You’ve only ever seen her walking into the shop every weekday at 8 a.m. and leaving at 5 p.m.

You’ve always wondered what she was like. Her long, raven hair and baggy clothes. You wondered what her name was or what color her eyes were. You wondered if she’d ever think about you the way you think about her.

But she had one flaw: her tattoo parlor somehow scared customers away. The loud music and her starkly different aesthetic made your beautiful flower shop feel dim and boring by comparison. You found yourself loathing her for it.

Today, you swore to confront her and send her a sweet message.

So here you are, standing outside her little tattoo parlor. The edgy music blasts from inside, and you can feel your knees getting weak.

You open the door and immediately feel out of place. Dressed in your cute pink skirt, white sweater, leg warmers, and Mary Janes, you stand out against the harsh red lights and black, dimmed walls of the tattoo parlor. You can’t believe you’re here—imagine if your parents saw you in a place like this…

You gulp as your eyes meet hers. She’s the one you’ve been secretly watching for months now. Her icy blue eyes and rosy pink lips make your stomach twist, and you bite your lip, nervously approaching her with your hands tucked behind your back.

“You here for a tattoo?” she asks, her voice carrying an edge that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Um… no! Actually, I’m from the flower shop… right next door,” you manage, voice shaky. “Your music is kinda loud… and, well, I’ve been getting some complaints from my customers, so… if you could maybe turn it down a little?”

You stare down at your shoes, feeling like a complete idiot as you mumble through your words, unable to meet her piercing gaze.

She lets out a low chuckle, biting her lip. “Flower shop, eh?”

You glance up, nodding with wide, blinking eyes. Her gaze holds yours, and you feel heat rise through your body.

Her eyes roam over you, lingering just a little too long. She shifts, leaning in closer. “Hm. I’ll think about it… if you give me something.”

Your face lights up. “Okay! Like… a flower?”

She laughs softly, amused by your innocence. “Mm. Yeah… like a flower.”

And that’s how you found yourself, dazed and flustered, barely able to think straight, hiding out in the tiny, employees-only bathroom tucked away in the back of the flower shop.

Billie was her name. And she didn’t really want a flower…

Your breath hitches as you feel Billie's fingers trace the curve of your spine, her touch both gentle and teasing. You shiver, unable to suppress a soft whine as her fingertips trail lower, dipping into the crease of your ass. Her voice is a low murmur in your ear, honeyed and dripping with promise.

"You’re so fucking eager, aren’t you? Like a dumb little puppy."

The words should sting, but they only make your heart race faster. You nod, too consumed by your own arousal to form a response. Billie chuckles, the sound sending a thrill down your spine.

Her hands slide around your waist, pulling you back against her chest. You can feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of your clothes, and it makes your skin tingle. Billie nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

"Such a sweet baby," she purrs, her lips brushing against your skin. "I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

You whimper, a desperate plea escaping your lips. Billie’s grip tightens, drawing you even closer. Her mouth finds the sensitive spot just below your ear, and she bites down gently, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp.

"Please…" you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Billie hums in satisfaction, her hand sliding down to cup your heat through the fabric of your panties. You feel yourself growing wetter at her touch, your body betraying you with every passing second. She teases you, circling your clit with her thumb, making you squirm in her hold.

"So naughty," she mocks, her tone playful yet domineering. "Such a whore letting a random girl touch you like this. I bet you’d do anything I say, wouldn’t you?”

You nod frantically, your mind foggy with arousal. Billie’s fingers dip beneath the edge of your panties, slipping inside to find your slick entrance. You moan loudly, arching your back to give her better access. She thrusts two fingers into you without warning, making you cry out.

"That’s it, baby," she coos. "Take it. Take my fingers like the good girl you are."

Her words are laced with condescension, but you find them intoxicating. You press yourself harder onto her hand, desperate for more. Billie pulls her fingers out with a wet sound, bringing them to her mouth to lick them clean. You watch, entranced, as she savors your taste.

"Mmm, delicious," she murmurs. "But you know what you really need, don’t you?"

You shake your head, unsure, but your body tenses with anticipation. Billie smirks, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you.

"On your knees," she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You comply immediately, dropping to your knees before her. Billie steps back, giving you room to maneuver. She undoes her pants with deliberate slowness, letting them fall to the floor in a pool around her ankles. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of her exposed pussy, glistening with desire.

"Come on," she orders, her voice firm. "Show me how much of a dumb little slut you really are.

You hesitate for only a moment before leaning forward, your tongue flicking out to taste her. Billie hisses at the contact, gripping your hair tightly as you begin to lick and suck at her clit. Your movements are hesitant at first, but she guides you with forceful tugs on your hair, showing you exactly what she wants.

"Fuck, that’s it," she groans. "Lick it like you mean it, my little baby.

The harshness of her words spurs you on, your tongue working faster as you try to bring her to the edge. Billie’s hips buck against your face, her moans growing louder and more urgent. You can feel the tension building in her body, and you redouble your efforts, determined to make her come.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps, her fingers tightening in your hair.

She pulls away from your mouth abruptly, making you whine in protest. But before you can react, she spins you around, pushing your face against insf the wall. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you realize what’s coming next.

"Stay still," she warns, her voice clipped.

"I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to take it like the good little slut you are."

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation. Billie wastes no time, her fingers returning to your soaked pussy. She pushes one inside, then two, scissoring them to stretch you open. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your hips rocking back instinctively.

"Such a greedy little thing," she taunts.

With that, she removes her fingers and replaces them with something much larger—her tongue. You cry out at the sudden invasion, your body shuddering as she laps at your folds, drinking in your juices. Her mouth is demanding, relentless, and you can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge.

"Billie… please…" you beg, your voice breaking. "I can’t… I can’t hold on…"

"Good," she whispers against your flesh. "Let go, my dumb little baby. Let go for me."

And with those words, you do. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, overwhelming your senses. You scream her name, your entire body convulsing with pleasure as Billie continues to eat you out, driving you further into bliss.

As your climax begins to fade, she pulls away, leaving you panting and spent. But before you can catch your breath, she flips you over, pinning you down with her body. Her eyes burn with intensity as she looks down at you.

"Liked that, did you?" she asks, her voice low and dangerous. "How about we make this a regular thing?"

You blink up at her, dazed and sated. Part of you wants to protest, to say that this is so unprofessional and wrong. But the other part of you, the part that’s currently throbbing with residual pleasure, doesn’t want this to ever end.

"Yes…" you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Whatever you want…"

Billie smiles, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Good girl."

a/n someone do this trope justice or if someones already done smth like this LMK PLZ😫 i love it

[leonkennedybreedingkink]

BUSY BOY

fuckboy!leon x fem reader

warnings: suicide jokes, some slight secondhand embarrassment, unwanted advances, drinking. lots and lots of pining. everyone left fboy leon alone but I’m still here unfortunately. title taken from busy boy by chloe x halle.

Bright sunlight filtering through the blinds of someone’s unfamiliar dorm room wakes you up, red coloring your eyelids. Oh, fuck. You hit the vodka and rum and wine coolers a little too hard last night.

God, you should just bar yourself up in your room whenever you drink. You always make bad decisions when you’re blasted.

One time, you woke up in a ditch wearing someone else’s clothes.

Another time, you got arrested for biking home blasted out of your mind because that apparently counts as drunk driving.

This is the stupidest of all the decisions you made.

Leon snores in the bed next to you, one arm extended over his head and the other across his freckled chest.

He’s kinda cute when he’s not fucking with you, pink mouth parted and bangs falling into his eyes.

Like when you guys were in the same communications-slash-effective speech class and he made a persuasive presentation on why you should go out with him as part of one of the units. You don’t know how, but he actually got a good grade on it.

Maybe that criminal justice major is a perfect fit for him.

You, however, knew better, and made sure to keep away from him. Two words: community dick. Until yesterday.

Last night flashes through your mind—

Dancing. Grinding. Bright lights. Vodka. Making out so messy spit drips down your chin. Stumbling into his dorm room. Your back hits the door, then he hauls you into his arms and throws you onto the bed. More kissing. Oral. Sex three different ways before you both pass out.

—and you groan before you can stop yourself.

He shifts next to you, his snoring stopping.

You freeze and go deathly quiet, hoping against hope that he’ll stay asleep, changing a glance backwards.

Your prayers are answered because he goes right back to sawing logs, nearly crowding you out of bed because he starfishes when he sleeps. Fuckin’ figures. You know he’s not a selfish lover, but he’s gotta make up for it in other ways.

Fuck.

You gather up your clothes—all except your underwear, you couldn’t find that without turning his room upside down and waking him up.

Whatever, going commando’s better for you or some other hippie bullshit your mom texts you about.

You manage to make it out of his dorm without waking him up and hightail it to your own a couple minutes away, exchanging your clothes after a quick shower and brushing your teeth.

On your way to class—that you have with him somehow—you snag an energy drink and down half of it in the three minute walk to your class.

You look like you got dragged backward through a row of hedges, but at least you’re on time.

Leon, king of hearts, shows up five minutes late with a wave to the professor and parks his happy hungover ass on the other side of the room from you.

Good, you were hoping this would be one and done.

Class ends after an hour and you grab your things, getting up to flee before he has a chance to talk to you.

It’s too late, he’d already sauntered up to you while you were putting your notes away.

“Think you forgot something.” Leon says nonchalantly, then digs into his pocket and dangles your underwear from a finger, tongue poked between his teeth with a smile.

You might just hit him. You’re gonna knock his ass out and go to jail.

You snag the underwear from him with a scowl and he huffs a laugh, tucking his hands back into his sweatpant pockets as you shove your underwear into your own pockets.

Never mind, you might have to find a hole and crawl in it and never come out. Actually, campus has a pond that you could reasonably try to drown in like some sort of dark academia aesthetic post that’s a little too on the nose. But it seems like it’d be painful and take a long while.

You stomp out of the classroom and don’t look anyone in the eye, stopping to refill your water bottle and to find a corner to catch up on your work in, trying to put your embarrassing hookup out of your mind.

You fucking feel like everyone’s eyes are on you. Logically, you know they’re not. You know that they’re not and that people are too damn busy to stare at you.

You groan, rubbing your eyes after throwing down your pencil on your work.

Leon slides into the seat next to you. “Been avoiding me?” He asks, muscled arm sneaking over the back of your chair.

“We only had one class together.” You reply measuredly, a headache building in your temples and pressure behind your eyes.

“Two, since we count the speech class.” He replies easily, setting the back of his knee on the opposite foot.

“You’re such a fucking lawyer.” You mutter, picking up your homework pointedly. There’s no point, you’re no good at math, but hopefully, it irritates him that your attention isn’t on him.

Leon gives you a catlike smile, head tilting to the side. “That’s what I pay tuition for. I’d say it serves me well, since I got that A in the persuasive speech about why you should go out with me.”

Your eyes roll to the ceiling, an annoyed and unamused look on your face. “What the hell do you want?”

“To fuck you again.”

You actually look around when he says that, your face heating up. It’s ten in the morning, mind you. Thankfully, nobody gives a shit. His laugh catches your attention and you glare at him.

“Jesus. You’re acting like it’s such a big thing.” Leon rubs the back of his neck, then looks around disinterestedly. Since when has he had that tattoo of a lion? That’s a little on the nose.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He kisses his teeth, unable to fight a grin. “Harsh words.” He remains grinning when you smack him on the arm. “Ouch, that really hurt. Can you kiss it better?”

“Ew.” You enunciate each syllable in the word, brows raising as you lean slightly forward for emphasis.

That grin of his is implacable. Unstoppable force (your irritation) meets immovable object (his smile).

“You know you want me.”

Scratch that. Unstoppable force (your irritation) meets immovable object (his self-confidence).

When you only stare at him, Leon leans forward, pushing hair behind your ear, a far softer look in his eye than you’ve seen on him before.

Any stomach fluttering you may have felt is immediately undone by him smirking at you, that smug perma-smile on his face again. “I knew it.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” You reply incredulously, that same feeling written all over your face. Your face heats all the way up, rivaling the sun itself, compounding your embarrassment.

“Mm-mm.” He pokes your cheek, leaning back in his seat, one corded forearm settling on the shared armchair.

He needs his ass beat, preferably by someone bigger than both of you so you can have the satisfaction of seeing him black and blue.

You get your wish a few days afterward, watching him waltz into class with a bruise on his cheek and split knuckles. This time, you walk up to him afterward. “You look like someone dragged you backward through a bush.” You say bluntly, sipping your coffee.

Leon smiles, pulling his bag over his shoulder and stepping away from the desk. “You’re a ray of sunshine this early in the morning.”

You take a step back so he can get out of the row. “Just saying. What’d you do?”

He shrugs blithely, pushing a hand into his pocket. “Barfight.”

Your eyebrow twitches up. “You lost?”

His head tilts to the side, a sly smile pulling at his mouth as he blatantly stares at your mouth. “You should see the other guy.”

Jesus Christ. Yeah, okay, now you kinda see why he pulls as many bitches as he does.

He steps a little closer. “Were you worried about me?”

Other kids filter into the classroom, so you walk away. This time, Leon follows you. “Remind me why you don’t want us to hook up again?” He says casually, grinning when you scowl at him.

You roll your eyes. “Because I don’t.”

“Disappointed?” He asks innocently, following you into the library building.

“No.” You say quickly, then scowl. “Yes.” Trick question, either way he’s going to try and argue that into his favor. Fucking lawyers.

He hisses through his teeth, that implacable grin on his face again. “Ouch. How can I make it up to you?”

“By leaving me alone.”

He pouts at you and you almost laugh. That’s probably what he wants, he wants you to laugh so he can worm his way into your good graces. He’s not a bad looking guy—and probably not so bad a guy—you just think he’s a hoe. Good for him, but he’s not for you.

He shrugs after staring at you for a bit, then walks away, whistling tunelessly.

That’s it?

That was not fucking it.

Since your little mishap with Leon, you’ve made it your mission to go for a party once every business month.

You had a good streak of not seeing him until you went to his frat. You figured, ‘Hey, what are the odds? The place will be packed. Needle in a haystack odds of seeing him.’

No such luck. He’s going shot for shot with a brother of his, face pleasantly flushed and blond hair tousled, an impish grin across his face and dimples out in full force.

You immediately turn the other way to avoid him, wandering back to your friends and dancing with them, going back in for shots whenever your drinks are too low.

What happens next is about Shakespearean levels of drama. The beginning scene is this: your friend has a guy grinding on her even though she’s told him to stop and is currently trying to get the hell away from him, you and your other mutual friend trying to bodily block him.

He calls her a stupid, ungrateful bitch, trying to step up to her as if he doesn’t have a head and at least thirty pounds on her.

She calls him a cunt and that makes everything worse.

“Bro.” Leon says, tapping his brother on the shoulder from the side. “Leave her alone, man,” He hiccups mid-sentence, turning his head away and hiccuping into the back of his hand. “she said no.”

Said brother slaps Leon’s hand away, a sneer on his face. “Fuck off, Leon.”

Leon shrugs and seems like he’s about to walk away until he bodily blocks the brother from your friend when he tries to step up again. “Dude, leave her alone. Go find some other girl.” He sounds a little like he’s sobering up.

The brother shoves Leon away, sending him back a step. Leon responds by clocking him in the jaw and knocking his ass to the floor, shaking out his hand and jumping headfirst into the scuffle less than a second later.

They break apart in about five minutes, Leon sporting a bloody lip and a butterfly bruise on his jaw and the brother with a lot more wear and tear.

Leon keeps himself between the brother and your cluster of girls until the brother spits at his feet and storms off to lick his wounds.

“Are you fucking stupid?” you ask immediately, silently amazed that he’s not more hurt. You saw the other guy he got in a bar fight with about a month ago and he looked like he lost a fight with a deer, so you should maybe not be so surprised.

He chuckles, wiping a streak of blood from his lip on the meaty side of his thumb. “I’m drunk.”

You look at him as if he grew two heads. “Yeah?” Obviously, you mean.

You never would’ve taken him for a bloodthirsty son of a bitch. He just seems so unassuming, frat boy antics aside. Maybe that’s his cover. Maybe all his criminal justice classes taught him how to be a better criminal.

The fight somehow didn’t sour the night, everyone as they were once Leon’s frat brother walks away to cool off, bass shaking the floor.

When Leon goes to the kitchen, you follow him and stop him from taking a swig of gin straight from the bottle and using it as antiseptic.

When you look around, you realize there’s no rubbing alcohol or peroxide or anything. That’s what you get for assuming the best in a group of men brought together by binge drinking and pack behavior.

Leon smirks at you, then takes a swig of straight gin, making sure to get his split lip soaked in it and grimacing when he’s done. “Damn.” He swipes his tongue over his lower lip and watches you pretend like you weren’t watching him.

“That’s the least of what you get.” You grumble, turning his face this way and that to assess the damage.

“It’s cute that you’re worried for me.” He licks a little blood off his teeth and takes another swig of gin.

“What if you get arrested? What happens then?” You prod at a bruise to see him wince. “Does it look good for a prospective law enforcer to be dinged with a drunk and disorderly?”

“A few d’n’ds aren’t enough to get me kicked from the program.” He muses, rubbing at the furrow between your brows with his thumb. “I think it’ll make me more relatable, personally.”

“So you’re going to be a defense attorney.”

That pulls a genuine laugh from him, surprisingly.

Maybe the vodka you’ve had is making you feel a little too warm. You take one step back.

“Thanks for stepping in.” You say after a stilted moment, looking around the rather unpopulated kitchen.

“That guy’s an asshole.” He sounds a little tipsy again, blame the gin and lack of rubbing alcohol. “Nobody—nobody wants him around, he’s such a little bitch.”

You watch amusedly as he gestures a little as he talks, one hand cutting through the air. “It’s like, the third time he’s done that, I’m gonna—g’na talk to the president to… about kicking his sorry ass out. You can’t do that to girls, man, it’s not cool.”

“What if he tries to jump you?” You lean a hip against the counter, folding your arms over your chest and watching his eyes wander. Damn, you were right to peg him for a spring coloring, that alcohol blush makes his eyes pop.

Leon laughs, taking another swig of gin. “He can try.”

This time, Leon wakes up before you do, morning sun in his eyes this time around. He rolls over, pressing his face against the back of your neck and snaking a corded forearm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He hopes you stay this time, you’re not so bad when you’re pretending like you’re immune to his charms.

[ghxstyfae]

Headcannons of johnnie x strawberry shortcake/ sanrio obsessed reader ! How would their relationship be when they have completely different aesthetics? How does johnnie deal with all the pink???

(Also I love your work sm!!)

Strawberry Shortcake ☆ J.Guilbert

Warnings: n/a

Synopsis: ask

Taglist: @sunflowerleii @dreamcastgirl99

Note: Thankyou so much for the ask Nonnie!! You're the sweetest

You probably met at hot topic accidentally

You was looking for a cinnamonroll plushie and he was filming another shopping video with jake.

You accidentally bump into him and compliment his hair. At first he thinks your just kinda fucking with him

He compliments your outfit too (im thinking something like this, this, or something w these pants)

Jake asks if they can record you and even invites you to film with them for the day, noticing Johnnies immediate crush

You accepts and they film a little introduction for the viewers, and then spend the whole day together, Johnnie being disgustingly adorable w you

You exchange contact info and they walk you to your pink buggy

Johnnies stalking your insta the whole time they walk to Jakes car and getting in the car

Jakes laughing at him the whole way home from how pathetic he was

Constantly stands out when hes sitting on your bed, surrounded by pink blankets and hundreds of fluffy plushies (note)

He knows you lov having fresh flowers, so its routine to buy you a new boquet every saturday. On a couple occasions he got you these sanrio boquets

He likes how easy it is to separate your clothes after a night out (you both throw your things everywhere, but he knows anything dark is his)

When your feeling upset, whiny, or especially your period, hell watch sanrio, strawberry shortcake, monster high, barbie, and even powerpuff girls

Jake has posted pictures to his story, catching the big bad emo curler up with his frilly gf watching Strawbery Shortcake under a pink blankie

He really doesnt mind though

Corruption kink goes brr

All dolled up in pink, pretty and delicate just for him

He would definitely let you tie black bows on his hair, and maybe let you tie one around his 🥜🍆 if u ask nicely

The fans think you guys are adorable

You make videos a lot of baking, shopping, doing your makeup, etc, qne they love when Johnnies helping out (its so adorably out of character)

He loves the pink tho lowkey turns him on

Im sorry its so short sweetheart:( ♡

[indigo-greer-collins]

wanderer's soul✧.*

OKAY UH HI GUYS

author's note: i wish i knew how to make this little intro thing all aesthetic and shit, i do not though, this is my first time with this thing. i was inspired by @samfucker to write something kinda angsty about teen darlin, so thank u matt!!! this is my first time posting like an actual fic here so i am so sorry if it sucks but uhhhh i'll improve i promise! lemme stop yapping now

content includes: gender neutral pronouns for darlin, teen darlin, autistic darlin, underaged drinking, mentions of parental conflict(?), teen shaw pack, depictions of meltdown/spiralling, angst-ish(idk if its that bad)

word count: 1.6k! (woah thats kinda long)

They just needed to leave.

The circumstances weren’t ideal. To get away from a house that hated them, they had to hang out with a bunch of wolves who didn’t like them. But the lesser of the two hells was obvious.  They grabbed some old, worn-out sneakers they were unhealthily attached to; the first pair of sweatpants they could find and a hoodie that had (barely) stood the tests of time. Hanging out at a park was hardly a special occasion, so they defaulted to their usual look: homeless. But the look wasn’t complete yet. They took a flask from the kitchen and mixed some of their parents’ alcohol with some soda. Now it was perfect. Their parents had less to drink as punishment for all the insults they'd thrown at them, and as a bonus, the Shaw pack would make a way more tolerable bunch if they were slightly drunk.

The journey to the park was a blur - their feet took them in the right direction but their mind was in a different place, repeating the harsh words thrown at them by the people that allegedly loved them so much. Were they eternally destined to be surrounded by people who were supposed to care, but didn’t? That’s stupid. They cut off the line of questions they saw their brain preparing. You don’t need people anyway. People don’t want you, and you don’t want them either. Or at least that’s what they told themselves. Before they knew it, they were sat cross-legged on a park bench watching the other shifters their age play and laugh together. How did people their age even make so many friends? Big groups are so exhausting, and every conversation seemed to be some kind of stupid secret code or guessing game that only a select few knew the rules of. Everyone got a little bigger and a little older and suddenly just going up to people and bonding over legos or sandpits or hand painting wasn’t enough. You had to look right. You had to talk right. You had to act right. You even had to think right or somehow they’d know you aren’t one of them. 

No one was going to tell you what “right” was either, they just point and laugh if you happen to be wrong.

Their less-than-sober spiral was broken by a familiar face deciding to take a seat beside them without even asking. They didn’t care that he didn’t ask, but whenever it was them, people usually looked at them strangely.  “Chrissy.” They finally said, wanting to know what the hell he was up to. “Yeah?” He sounded snarky, but they were used to that. Sometimes his snark was a little better than being alone with their thoughts. “Why?” Silence fell for a short while, so they elaborated on their question. “Here, why are you sitting here?”  “Well you’re not waiting for someone are you?” The sip they took from their flask said enough. Of course they weren’t keeping the spot for anybody, they hardly had anyone to sit with. “What’s that?” “None of your business.” “Boring. Can I have some?” “No.” They turned to glare at him, to which he pouted back. They needed the alcohol to hit faster, Christian was already finding their last nerves and tap dancing on them. “Answer my question.”  “The others were annoying me, and you don’t have any friends, so I’m here now.” He put it bluntly. The bluntness was actually sort of refreshing. They looked less tense now. “Is it alcohol?” “Fuck off.” Never mind then.  “I’m snitching-“ “-No the hell you are not.” They insisted before being presented with Christian’s open palm. It looked like their options were a) share the wine that they took the time to steal with their own 2 hands or b) get chewed out by even more adults that pretended to care out of obligation. 

And with a grumble, they let him have a sip. 

Christian’s face twisted in disgust at the bitter taste, which at least amused the angsty teen wolf before they snatched the drink back. They would’ve been reprimanded for a face like that too, but that was also stupid - why did they constantly have to restrain every facial muscle so that people liked them? Is everyone constantly trying to keep up a more pleasant expression? It felt unnecessary. 

“That’s nasty.” “You did that to yourself.” They rolled their eyes before chugging more of their drink, mostly to prove a point. They then wiped at their chin with their sleeve “You gonna go back to your friends now?” “They’re not really my friends.” Chrissy scoffed, though they weren’t quite convinced that was true. He might not be best friends with everyone in the pack, but he was definitely accepted in a way that they weren’t. “And I am?” They stifled a laugh, to which he answered with a shrug. The ambiguity of that answer was frustrating, but now they were too tipsy to be bothered by it. Nobody liked being clear anymore. It was always shrugs, “whatever”s and “I don’t know”s. But everyone did know, and just didn’t want to tell them.  “Why are you drinking anyway? I thought being an alcoholic this young was a European thing.”  “I’m not an alcoholic.” They defended, narrowing their eyes at him. “You and your friends are just impossible to deal with sober, actually.” They snapped back. “So you’re drunk at every pack meeting then?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head. If they weren’t restrained by the drink in their hand, he would’ve earned a whack to the head. And everyone calls their questions dumb.  “Obviously not, jackass.” They glared again before looking back at the others. They were kicking a ball around now and yelling at each other from opposite ends of the grass. It was loud enough to drown out whatever Chrissy was rambling about now. They almost felt hypnotised, fantasising about how things could be if they could just fit in. Sure it felt impossible, but everyone made it look so easy. 

If they could just learn the rules. 

If they could just force a bigger smile.

If they could be smaller, just take up less space. 

If they just weren’t so much of them self they could be running around, playing the sports they love, yelling to friends who actually cared.

But in the end that’s all it was. A fantasy. No amount of watering down or pretending was going to make it feel right. Once these social circles form and bonds are created, there’s no magically changing them.  

“—Are you even listening?” They finally heard Chrissy say before the ball came flying in their direction. They’d barely moved their head out the way in time, but managed to catch it in their hands. In this one minor instance, luck was actually on their side. “No, I did tell you we aren’t friends.” They answered, staring at the ball in their hands. 

Everything and everyone seemed to stop. Did they have to fucking stare like that? They thought, looking up to several expectant pairs of eyes. It honestly infuriated them more that they still cared. People were always staring and squinting and waiting for them to do something. Why can’t they just let it go? Why did they have to be so self-conscious?  “…How did you even manage to kick the ball over here?” They finally asked, trying to be lighthearted. 

No one caught on though. Instead, David awkwardly walked over, blankly staring at them. Was he mad at them for the question?

“Are you okay-?” “What-? Yeah I’m fine, it didn’t even hit me—“ “Okay, you don’t have to be so aggressive, I was just asking.” He rolled his eyes before taking the ball from them. “You don’t have to be here with us y’know,” “Well they aren’t spoilt for choice, who else do they hang around?” Christian asked, making a smile tug on David’s lips before he threw the ball back to the others.  

Are you fucking kidding me? They chugged the rest of their drink and tossed the flask aside, glaring at the ground. Apparently these people were fine with Christian’s shitty jabs when it was them, but not when it was Asher, or Milo, or David or literally anybody else. This was stupid. All of it was so damn, stupid. “Wait, are you crying?” “What the fuck— no!” Their head snapped up, but inconveniently their voice was starting to break. “I was only joking jeez, I thought the drink was supposed to make you less— whatever this is—?”   This?? They furiously repeated in their head, glaring into Christian’s soul before looking down at the grass again. The drink wasn’t going to make them less of anything. In fact, all it did was make those buttons easier to push. Why was everybody so against them? Who did they wrong in a past life to be born this way? Is there nothing and no one that can fix them being such a failure? Is this really completely out of their control ��� had they somehow become a helpless puppet to their useless, clueless mind? 

“Christian, go away.” “Someone’s a sad drunk,” "I said get the fuck, away!” They shoved him, and he stared, taken aback by the yelling. Everyone had stopped again to figure out what was going on, but no one dared interfere with the newer freak and that snarky Aussie. Their shoulders tensed, they were heaving, every thought in their brain came crashing down on them and there was a burning sensation in their throat to match their glistening eyes. Home, some desperate part of their soul begged, home I want to go home, it insists while they pick off the empty flask and storm away. 

But for them, there was no home. For their soul there was no rest. No one could hear their hearts cries behind the bars of their mental prison. The young wolf was doomed to be an eternally wandering soul. They will never truly feel at home. 

[loaksky]

hello! would you consider writing modern avatar stuff? if ur cool w that can i request modern human neteyam relationship headcanons?

wait hold the phone yes i would actually ! wanted to hold off on posting this to include headcanons about what modern!neteyam would be like in a relationship, but i’m so eager to come back ! instead here’s some background about him & reader leading up to the relationship (part 2 pending if you guys want it) ! headcanons under the cut & for all intents + purposes, i picture college-neteyam ! additionally, in my brain, it’s canon that teyam as a human would be poc, hence the reference pictures i included below ! <3

so i definitely see neteyam having a very soft aesthetic, he’s such a sweetheart tbh

fs think that the two of you would have a meetcute in university & then end up being college sweethearts

his major is something specific like environmental engineering or child psychology ? he’s definitely really smart and excels in all of his classes !

which brings me to how the two of you would meet ? perhaps he’s taking an elective course in pottery and your major is in art with a concentration in three dimensional composition

the class is considered a lab, so the professor emails out the syllabus and students come and go as they please during class hours to work on their compositions.

halfway thru the sem, you and teyam stumble upon each other in the storage room between two classrooms, fetching different pieces that need to be glazed + fired.

“sorry, you can—”

“nah, you first—”

you laugh and neteyam’s smiling because WOW you’re really cute + had he known that someone as lovely as you was in the same section as him, he’d probably hang around the classroom more.

from that moment on, neteyam’s always lingering during the class’ meeting time, even if he’s already finished with his projects for the week because he wants to get to know you SO bad, but he’s way too shy.

(probably still canon that he’s phenomenal at literally everything, but i think it’d be so cute if he had 0 legitimate rizz bc he’s so used to kinda just bein’ him and pulling bc he’s a jack of all trades type of guy)

“what are you making?” you ask him one day and he snatches his airpod out of his ear so quickly even though he’s not listening to anything.

“ashtray” he answers quietly, a lil self-conscious because he’s come to find out that you’re absolutely amazing at sculpting and while you do this for your future, he does it is as a pastime / elective to graduate. “but like i don’t smoke or anything yknow, i just thought that i’d be a good thing to–”

you’re staring at him with the corner of your mouth quirked and he shuts up quickly, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he slumps on his stool.

“you should score using a crosshatch,” you tell him simply. “makes the pieces stick together better.”

he looks down at where he’d been scratching the damp clay laterally and your hands hover over his, head tilting to the side.

“can i?”

oh yeah, yeah! sure,” he splutters, leaning back a little to watch you work your magic.

can’t help but watch the way your fingers work over the clay, knuckles smudged with glaze and dust coating the silver of your rings.

he watches your hands, but soon he’s watching your face because you’re concentrated so hard on making sure you’re using your best technique for the little ashtray.

lo and behold, the pieces stick together so perfectly and smoothly, ready to be fired in the kiln, and neteyam’s grateful.

“thanks,” he sighs almost dreamily.

“yeah, of course. glad to help,” you tell him.

when you return to your own project, you slam back the rest of your melting drink and neteyam’s eyes are squinting the get a read on what it is you order.

you’re pleasantly surprised when you turn up to pottery the next session to work on a new project, and neteyam’s there with two coffees, one next to his wheel, another near yours.

“what’s this?” you hum, tying your apron with a messy bow.

“a thank you,” he says shyly. “for helping me last time.”

your eyes widen when you see your favorite; a chai with almondmilk, vanilla, and a shot of espresso.

“how’d you…”

“it’s what you were drinking…” he responds. “last week. i think.

“oh…” you trail off, cheeks hot because he noticed ???

“you don’t have to—”

“NO!” you yelp, a tad loud. some of the other students working on a few last minute projects peer at the two of you and teyam’s grinning like an idiot when he sees the way you tuck your hair behind your ear and reach for the drink. “this is good! it’s great. thank you so much. i actually missed my run this morning.”

“yeah, of course,” he sighs, rolling his lips together as the two of you kinda get off to a clunky start.

the silence between the two of you is a lil awkward, but you decide to break the ice since teyam’s technically played his hand and the ball’s in your court.

“are you an art major ?” you ask.

“uh, nah,” he'd say, rubbing his sweaty palms on the thighs of his baggy jeans because HE SHOWED UP TO CLASS 15 MINUTES EARLY and the agony of not knowing if you’d show up made him so nervous. “environmental engineering.”

your eyebrows raise ever so slightly, lips forming an ‘o’ bc wow that must mean he’s super smart.

“wow, that’s insane,” you say quietly. “what made you take pottery ?”

“only elective that didn’t make me wanna claw my eyes out,” he laughs nervously. “what about you ? what’s your major ?”

you seem to mull over your thoughts for a moment, obviously a little hesitant to answer.

“3d art...nothing special...” you trail off.

neteyam begins working with the slab of clay waiting for him in the center of the wheel, cheeks going hot because the words leave him before he can stop them.

“no, no. i think that’s really cool. art is a really challenging passion to have & i admire people willing to dive in full stop.”

the comment makes you smile, fingers pliant over the wet clay.

neteyam wants to DIE because he can’t read whether or not your smile is genuine or if you’re grimacing because he’s the biggest idiot ever.

he supposes it’s the former when you two are parting ways, signing the attendance log and you decide to bite the bullet and write your instagram handle on the bottom corner of the page and tear it off to hand to him.

he’s barely able to get a ‘thank you’ out before you’re racing out the door with your gifted coffee in hand.

you’re so giddy when you run out of the building and your phone pings in the front pocket of your satchel and you see that teyam.sully has followed you.

after that day, you two become really friendly !

neteyam frequently dms you about class, but eventually, he starts sending you vids and memes, saying that they made him think of you.

it becomes so obvious to both of your friend groups that you’re crushing on each other, but both of you are too painfully shy to say anything despite every green flag.

soon, looking forward to seeing each other during class turns into neteyam subtly asking you to hang out.

you make a comment about one of his hoodies and he mentions that he thrifted it.

“wait really??” you’re pausing your work to look at him. “i love thrifting!”

he smiles wide, word vomiting before he can stop himself.

“yeah? i know a couple of good places if you’re down.”

you say yes, DUH !

looking back at it, maybe that’s your first date because he picks you up from your dorm & bc you guys live in a fairly walkable city, you commute to the thrift and you’re SO giddy because the backs of your hands keep brushing every time some impatient pedestrian pushes by you guys on the narrow sidewalks.

you guys end up spending HOURS and teyam’s internally screaming because you find a shirt that has a peeling heart with the phrase ‘if lost return to wife’ and he happens upon the match to it a couple aisles down that says ‘i'm the wife’.

when you’re not looking, teyam buys the shirts and stuffs them in his canvas bag.

DUDE IS WHIPPED.

he wants you SO bad.

after the thrift, you guys get pizza, and after that, ice cream, and JESUS he doesn’t want the day to end because being with you is so easy.

over the course of the rest of the semester, the two of you make it a routine to hang out at least once a week and you’re always looking forward to it.

dates excursions include; trips to the museum to see recent exhibits, weekly pizza parlor dinners, study sessions at the 24 hr cafe a block from the school (in which he always walks you home after), park days where he reads books on environmental sustainability and you secretly draw portraits of him.

in these times, he learns that you want to become an art teacher, your favorite cereal is froot loops with the marshmallows, your all time show is amazing world of gumball.

almost cries laughing when he finds out that you have a secret pet turtle you hide in your dorm named franklin.

acknowledges that he’s falling, but falls even harder when the florist who owns the flower shop you two always pass hands you the prettiest little bundle of flowers and you spend the entire trek to the park, handing out individual stems to couples, children, and the elderly, telling them to have a beautiful day.

it all comes to a head near the end of the semester when he realizes that he can’t keep dancing around his feelings for you and the feelings he’s almost certain you have for him.

tells you to clear your schedule for the upcoming friday night and dresses a little nicer than usual when he picks you up.

brings you two to the planetarium in the city and, instead of watching the exhibit, he spends the entire time watching how you light up.

he knows in his gut that you could be it for him.

he’s loved getting to know you and spending so much time with you.

he’s so immersed in this feeling throughout the entire night.

probably wipes his sweaty palms over the thighs of his pants before shakily taking your hand as the diagram of the constellations shift.

can’t help but smile when your fingers squeeze his and you seem to shift closer to him as the narrator starts the presentation.

and he’s especially quiet after the exhibit, fingers still twined with yours as the two of you walk down the bustling sidewalks of the city center.

two of you probably stop by a dessert cafe and sit outside on a bench in the spring air, enjoying the buskers as you share a little cake.

you’re talking about home and how you’re excited to see your family again and he can’t help but imagine bringing you home to meet all his siblings and his parents because he knows that they’d absolutely love you and—

you’ve paused your speaking, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth and he’s SHORT CIRCUITING.

“shit, that was weird i’m so—”

his palm cups your jaw, thumb on your cheek, pad of his pinky and ring finger soft against your neck.

“can i?” he whispers.

TRIANGLE METHOD !!

he glances at one eye, gaze dropping to your lips before glancing at the other.

you already know what he’s referring to, could feel the romantic tension between the two of you since the beginning, but only become sure of it in the recent weeks.

”can you what?” you swallow.

he breathes a short laugh because the knowing smile that quirks your lips is a dead give away.

“can i kiss you?” he asks softly, absently setting your abandoned dessert somewhere behind him on the bench.

“yeah,” you’d nod, leaning into him. “please.”

before the two of you go your separate ways for summer holiday, he shows you the shirts he bought at the thrift store the first time around, but insists on keeping the shirt that says ‘i'm the wife’.

neng © 2023

[picnokinesis]

My friend is running a text-based rpg campaign, and I'm absolutely in love with it, so I decided to draw a 'cover' for each day in the story. We'll see if I can do one for each day, but I'm SO proud of how these turned out so far - all of them are inked in my notebook first, and then coloured digitally. If anyone's interested in the story, I've explained more about it all under the cut!

OKAY. So the game is called City of Mists, and basically it's...kinda hard to explain, but I'd call it 'cyberpunk noir', but with a 90s technological aesthetic. Kinda like when you read Issac Asimov's books and they're using computers but it's all cassettes and film-based technology. Anyway, it's awesome. Every character has a normal life in the city - their 'logos' - but there are some characters who are called Rifts, who have something mythological manifest within them - their 'mythos'. Now, the mythos can kinda be anything, but the point is that it's a legend or story that manifests within the character, and thus gives them new abilities. And every Rift has to balance their logos and their mythos - because to delve too much into your mythos means you forget your normal life and become entirely consumed by the mythos...but to focus too much on your logos means to lose, and forget, your mythos entirely. The 'mist' of the city obscures mythological and supernatural things from those who haven't 'awakened' yet - but Rifts can see through the mist.

So, my little guy is - sighs. Okay. Y'all are gonna laugh. Please be aware that I know, okay? I know. It's fine. This is a choice I've made. But he's called Nakis Sandhu, and he's an investigative journalist (NOT with amnesia) who, when he was a kid, was involved in a train accident that killed his parents, but him and his twin sister miraculously survived. He's trans, and he has a van - he doesn't live in it, thank goodness, but it is important because his mythos is Captain Nemo from 20,000 Leagues Under the Seas (this is why he looks like Sacha Dhawan, because like....Sacha Dhawan should play Captain Nemo and I'll die on that hill). And so Nakis, when his mythos awakened, turned his van into the Nautilus - Captain Nemo's submarine - and so it now works underwater too, and can travel undetected. He also becomes like, a technological genius and can invent stuff on the fly, but he never studied engineering or anything - it just comes to him in flashes of inspiration.

Nakis' main thing is that he's trying to figure out what happened in the train crash when he was a kid. He saw something different to everyone else, because he saw through the mist - what everyone else thought was an accident was actually two Rifts duking it out (I think). One of these Rifts was a blue bull that is apparently called 'the Bull of Thunder', and the other was a man with fire based abilities - called 'The Burning Man'. On Day 2, Nakis discovered a metal case that had belonged to the Burning Man, that had been hidden for twenty years - since the day of the accident - and was full of clues, including some photographic film that needed developing. Unfortunately, seems that there's a strange filter on the photos, so it's impossible to tell what's on them...luckily, my guy made friends with a photographer on Day 1 (who I believe is another player character) whilst investigating something else, and as a result he's now passed the film on to him, in the hopes that he'll be able to clear them up.

One funny thing: Day 0 was supposed to be a 'chill' day to figure out how the game mechanics worked, and figure out what your character would do on a normal day. Nakis immediately went to investigate something and then nearly ended up drowning RIP. On Day 1, when continuing to investigate the thing from Day 0, he...got shot in the shoulder HAHAHAH but he's fine, he's doing great, he didn't bleed out in his apartment which is always a win. He also bumped into another player character by doing this - so yay!

[themetaphorgirl]

Omg hiiiiii I’m so glad you’re back! I hope you had a fabulous wedding and honeymoon!! Your latest psolc chapter was *chefs kiss*. I reread the whole thing again for the millionth time and I kept getting this scene in my head of the kids in the future. Like they all meet for thanksgiving or they’re all back for the summer and no one’s seen anyone for a few months and like 18/19 year old Spencer just casually strolls in like he isn’t suddenly 6’1 and is the tallest instead of the shortest. Everyone’s just like where did this beanpole come from? Kinda the same vibe as when he cuts his hair in season 5 in the show and just walks in and everyone is like are we gonna talk about this😂 anywaysss I’m excited to read more❤️❤️

this is SO cute and I'm emotional about Spencer being all grown up.

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Emily opened the front door with her hip. “What’s up, bitches?” she hollered. “I’m here, and I brought presents!”

The townhouse was warm and noisy, filled with chattering conversation and Christmas music playing on the speaker. Penelope jumped up from the couch, nearly bonking JJ in the nose, and ran over to her. “Emily, oh my god!” she said, flinging her arms around her. “Oh my god, I didn’t think you were getting in until tomorrow!”

“Yeah, me neither, but it turns out when you work for the Czech ambassador and the French ambassador owes you a favor, they can pull a few strings,” Emily laughed. “Oh my god, look at you. Somehow you look exactly the same and yet you’re completely different.”

“That’s what happens when you get older but retain your youthful aesthetic,” Penelope said. “Ooh, you brought wine? I can take care of that.”

“It’s weird to think we’re old enough to drink wine now,” JJ said. She had changed more than Penelope had, her face slimmer and her blonde hair cut in a chic long bob.

“Speak for yourself,” Dave snorted.

Emily snickered. “Nice mustache, Rossi,” she said. He scowled, stroking it self-consciously.

“We’re just waiting for Aaron and Haley now,” JJ said. 

“Derek can’t make it, he’s got a football game tomorrow, but we’re going to set up a zoom call,” Penelope said.

Emily looked around the cozy living room. The Christmas tree glimmered with warm white lights, making the ornaments sparkle, and three stockings were hung up on a bookshelf in lieu of a mantel. “Where’s Alex?” she asked.

“Kitchen with James, they’re finishing up dinner and they’re refusing to let us help,” Dave said.

Emily hurried down the hall. “Where’s the bride?” she hollered.

Alex started, nearly dropping the spoon she was holding. “Emily, what the fuck?” she said, but her eyes lit up. “Oh my god, you’re here early!”

“Show me the ring, show me the ring!” Emily said, beckoning. Alex held out her left hand, her cheeks turning pink. “Good goddamn, Blake, you did good.”

“I’ve had that ring in the back of my mind for years,” James said, beaming proudly. “I thought she would like it.”

Emily held Alex’s hand in hers, turning this way and that to get a good look at her sparkling engagement ring. “You like it, right, Alex?” she said. “Because if you don’t, I will march James to the nearest jewelry store to piuck out something you do.”

“No, no, I love it,” Alex said. James kissed her lightly as he walked past her. “How was your flight?”

“Long, but bearable in first class,” Emily said. 

“Well, you got here just in time for dinner,” Alex said. “Perfect timing.”

A tall young man with tousled light brown hair stuck his head in the kitchen, sliding in his socks. “James, where’s the stereo remote?” he asked.

“Should be on the end table,” James said.

“Oh, perfect, thanks,” the stranger said, darting back out.

Emily frowned. “I thought it was just going to be us this Christmas,” she said. “A good ol’ St. Thaddeus reunion.”

“It is,” Alex said, wiping her hand on a dishtowel.

Emily glanced back over her shoulder. “Then who the hell was that?” she said. 

Alex and James both looked up. “Do you not…oh my god,” Alex said.

“Well, he has changed quite a bit,” James said.

“Guys, who is that?” Emily asked.

James grinned. “Hey Spencer?” he called. “Can you come in here, please?”

Emily’s jaw dropped. “No,” she said. “Oh hell no. You two are shitting me.”

The tall boy, probably in his mid to late teens, ran back in. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He noticed Emily and his hazel eyes lit up. “Emily! When did you get here?”

Emily covered her mouth and doubled over. “I am hallucinating,” she said. “You cannot…that’s not…” She straightened up and peeked through her fingers. “Spencer?”

He smiled, and now she could recognize the little nine-year-old in this grown up boy’s face. “Hi!” he said. “My growth spurts finally hit.”

Alex patted his cheek. “My baby isn’t a baby anymore,” she sighed.

“Holy shit,” Emily said. “Your voice changed. And you’re a giant.”

“I’m almost as tall as Aaron and James now,” Spencer said proudly.

“Don’t let him fool you, he still sleeps with his blanket,” James said. 

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

No particular order to these because this is about self love not freaking myself out.

Under the cut because I am still very self conscious about how long my posts can be.

This one was a tribute to my favorite episode of Lights Out: Execution. It was a long car ride home with my grandparents and since it was October, Radio Classics was all spooky for the month.

The episode starts strong: a high ranking nazi officer is reading a letter on the situation in occupied France. In a small town, an unknown woman attacked a guard than ran off. In retribution, the commander of the local military has rounded up every woman fitting her description and is hanging them all until her kills the right one. The first woman comes out. She smiles. The floor falls out beneath her. The first woman comes out. She’s laughing now. Over and over the woman hangs. Her bodies pile below the stage. A storm picks up, driving all but her and commander away. Over and over he hangs her himself. She monologues to him, each time she says a county that will have it’s revenge against the axis powers the floor snaps out from under her.

And then she grows giant and reveals herself to be the Statue of Liberty!

It totally ruins the whole thing, but if you jump out right before then it’s such an effective little piece of horror, I would kill to see a short film adaptation.

I wanted to capture that in the piece, using a rougher pen (which ended up working perfectly for the lightning) and focusing entirely on the lighting. I’m still proud of the little touches too- from how strands of hair stick to her face to the title of the card not matching the number.

Next up: Jack of Hearts! This one’s very different but also relies on a very similar focus on ideas that are presented early on in a story then scraped.

When Jack made his grand reappearance in She-Hulk I was instantly smitten with this sad little guy and went back to read all his previous appearances. I was more than surprised to find that though in his modern stories his suit is a high tech alien device that keeps his powers in check and he’s an alien who’s half n’ half genes where just activated by the fluid he dumped on himself, that’s kinda the opposite of his original vibes.

I wanted to draw something to honor the original Jack, a man with a strange chemical burn wearing an antique suit of armor because it was the first thing he put on after the accident and now relies on as a mental crutch to keep his devastating powers in.

And I’m very proud of how it turned out! (especially because I was very ill when I drew it…)

I really liked how his energy signature turned out. I originally did this piece for Valentines Day, so I wanted the solar flares of his power to look sort of like roses.

I’m also very proud of his armor, which is based on this 1250 statue of Saint Maurice since it was the best match for his original look.

Next piece is actually two pieces I posted separately because I’ve just never worked myself up to finishing the full piece: Lurue!

She’s the patron of one of my stand-by dnd characters, so I’ve always been playing around with what she would look like. But at some point I had the thought “what if Lurue was based on Eohippus” and it was off to the races.

I genuinely have no clue how I motivated myself through hand drawing all the little crescent shapes of her design but it payed off. Plus it was super fun to balance the Indian/Ottoman influence of my typical Elven designs with her particular knight-in-shining-armor aesthetic.

Another two-for because these two are very similar. When I was younger my warm up for drawing was to do a simple portrait of a character then surround them with symbolically relevant plants and flowers. So of course when an X-Man gives me too many emotions I let them out with bouquets.

Not only am I technically proud of these two, I’ve always wanted to break into their symbolism because seemingly no one’s ever caught on.

Firstly, Chamber: Celandine (Joys to come), Fungus (Resilience, loneliness, solitude, disgust), Daffodils (Uncertainty, chivalry, respect or unrequited love, return my affection; new beginnings), Fireworks Protea (Courage, transformation, daring, resourcefulness, diversity), Thistle (Nobility, endurance, warning), Plum Blossoms (Beauty and longevity), and Amaranth (Immortality).

Then, Wither: Betony (Roman for protection from ghosts and spirits), Crocus (rebirth and a neverending cycle of life), Thistle (Again), Purple Hyacinth (Sorrow; Please forgive me), Purple Heather (Solitude, beauty, admiration), White Lily (Purity, commitment, rebirth; a rejuvenation of the soul), Foxglove (Insecurity), and Anemone (Forsaken, sickness, anticipation, undying love, eternal peace).

(I’m so proud of this one that it’s the cover to my Wither playlist, which is still under construction but I’m already so proud of, my playlists are one of my favorite non-art or writing pieces of art)

And finally because I feel weird not mentioning any of my writing, my two fav fics I’ve ever written are:

Shrine Bright Circus Man - Me worrying about Jester calling Molly a god given her history of believing so hard in that sort of thing that she actually made one. It’s short, it’s simple, it’s sweet.

In Pursuit of Ghosts - Probably my favorite thing from my ol’ Overwatch days. It’s a combination of my favorite crack theory about the two red heads being related and Moira’s best skin: Banshee.

[galaxofmuses]

Been really thinking about these goobers so! Just wanna write a drabble about how these two met.

Keep in mind the Smash Bros Verse is an entirely different Verse for both of them.

How they met was an interesting encounter.

Warnings: death, politics mention, war mention, trauma mention, robot gore, gore.

Back in the classic days, Sonic was zone hopping for the sake of getting rid of boredom and stumbles into Mega City in an awkward situation. Seeing the Blue Bomber in need of assistance of a mad doctor, the sense of familiarity he couldn't help but to help out the small bot.

After the strange animal helped him out of the blue. Rock eventually recovers to fight back against the Wily Bots in return. The two looked at each other and laughs from the random comradery. From that point, The two became quick friends, but Sonic has to cover up where he came from since he has cause trouble on certain Zones before. As the years pass by from visiting and Doctor Light did a dad joke that both of the boys always have a nice blue aesthetics and Roll jokingly says that

"You guys should be called Team Blue if you guys keep on bumping into each other like this."

The boys look at each other with a grin.

"Heh. I don't mind that! We're always going to be bros! Right Rock?"

"Yeah! Bros Forever!"

The two fist bumps each other and then.....time passed by....

....The two never met each other again....

The Fights.....Turning into Politics...Turning into Genocide

Time passed by...The War happened in Mega City.

Rock's memories of the Blue Blur is fuzzy and now focused on the war between man and machines. The separation and attacks we're so brutal that Dr. Light and Roll had to be separated from Rock who is joining into the fight to protect both Robots and Humans. As he fought his final fight to defend the last of the survivors, he was the bomb falling from the sky and hitting the ground with a flash of light. Absolutely torn into two.

.....Over a hundreds years later.

Founded by X from the rubble and restored him the best of his ability and eventually upgrading into a more proper and aged body for the Blue Bomber who is a Rank C Hunter. Helping out citizens in need, Fending off Mavericks in Abel City and fighting the amount of reports and paperwork. Meeting so many teammates, friends along the way until...

One day, he sees a rather...familiar stranger being surrounded by an army of Mavericks.

"Huh...Interesting place...Looks like every other city to me! Kinda reminds me of that one place

uhh.....What was it? Woah!"

Sonic dodges an upcoming laser and taunts at the Maverick in return.

"Hey come on! That's not a greeting for a visitor!"

Without hesitation and unfortunately avoiding his teammates and navigators commands. He steps in front of Sonic with his buster ready in hand.

"Stand back!"

The hedgehog was surprised to see this other robot actually defending him, but something clicked.

The color scheme of the Hunter's armor...A distant, but familiar tone. The determined sharp eyes.

It clicked on the hedgehog's mind.

".....Rock?...Is that you?"

Then the memory from his data bank starts to overload with memories....old memories unearthed and remembering a spikey blue mammal helping his time in need and just vibing with the Light family.

"....S...Sonic?"

The two came to a realization and they we're about to greet and at the verge of embace, they get interrupted by the Mavericks and Mega's teammates. Both of them shakes it off and at the edge of tearing up.

Sonic grins with an offer of a fistbump.

"Let's go bro!"

"Yeah! Right back at you Sonic!"

Both fists clashed and the two rushed into the enemies.

The Mavericks did not stand a chance.

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Zephyr (Gojo x OC) - Chapter 4

Description (Mirae's POV) - Being a trainee and being cut right before debuting was hard. Then being set as the manager for the same group? A whole different thing that I wasn’t ready to take. I just don’t know if it’s good or bad? I guess the best thing I could do is do my job, support my friend and hope for the best.

⚠️TW⚠️: Swearing

I DO NOT own Jujutsu Kaisen or any of the characters (Except Mirae, Yui & Inori who are MY OCs).

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A month had passed since the whole situation. Mirae’s new job was going well and she was regularly talking to her friends. One night, she was just talking to Satoru, the usual random shit they usually talk about. “Hey, Mirae, would you by any chance wanna hang out at my place for a songwriting sesh? I’ve been working on a new song for the group and I know you like to write.” He asked. Mirae thought for a second and agreed. “Would the 14th work? It’s my day off and my schedule is clear” Mirae suggested. Gojo checked his schedule and texted his manager about the same and once he got the okay, he confirmed that he was good a little after lunch.

A few days later, it was finally the 14th, Gojo’s schedule was busy as hell, at the least and his room was an absolute mess. He overslept and woke up at ten, leaving him with 4 hours to clean his room and the rest of the dorm. He was the only one there that day, since the others were off doing their own things. Gojo started cleaning right after getting ready, skipping breakfast. He finished by twelve and passed out on the couch, he was getting at most five hours of sleep at night. Being the leader of “BRiLLiaNT BLue” meant that he had to put in more work. 

Gojo’s nap was broken by a knock at the door. He got up and checked who it was. “Hey Satoru. How are you?” Mirae greeted with a smile. He greeted her back with a small “Hello” and invited her in. Satoru noticed that she was carrying a guitar case and wearing a backpack, which looked kinda heavy, so he quickly showed her to the living room and said she could place it everywhere. They soon started writing their songs.

A while later, Mirae finished her song and had a bassline in her head. “Hey, Satoru, Do you mind if I take out my bass? I don’t wanna bother you or the rest of your group.” She asked. “I don’t mind, the guys are out right now and I’d like to hear what you have.” He replied. Mirae took out her electric bass and started playing, slowly adjusting as she went. Once she got it perfect, she started singing the lyrics. Satoru was surprised how good her voice was and looked at her in awe. In the middle of the song she abruptly stopped. “Fuck, that doesn’t sound right.” This surprised Satoru, it sounded fine to him. “What do you mean? It sounds fine to me.” Mirae explained that it just didn’t sound like she planned. She opened up her laptop, pulled up a drum beat website. She created a beat and asked Satoru if he found it okay. He liked it so she started playing along to it again. This time, it sounded right and way better than the last time. Once she finished, Satoru had no words. It took him a moment to find his words. “T-that was amazing. You should really try out to be an idol.” Mirae laughed bitterly. “I did, but I didn’t make the final four. I was cut right before the group debuted.” He was surprised. “Which group?”

“”Lyra”. Their music and aesthetic wasn’t for me anyways.” Satoru’s expression turned into one of shock. There was just silence, but that was broken by a stomach growl. It was Satoru. “You wanna eat?” She asked, Satoru nodded in response. “By the way, are you doing okay? I didn’t get to say this before but you were stopping yourself from sleeping.” As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t deny it to her. “Okay, then I’ll cook. Don’t tiring yourself out more because of a small task.” He took her offer and they headed to the kitchen. Satoru sat on the island stool, while resting his head on his hands, as he watched Mirae cook. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Satoru, wake up you dumbass. Lunch is ready.” He slowly started to wake up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mirae was just inches away from him.  Satoru shot up, yelling “I’m awake”, while blushing. She handed him his plate and a pair of chopsticks. “I added cheese to your’s so it hopefully won’t be too spicy.” He thanked her for the meal and dug in. “It’s really good! What is it?” He asked. “Tteokbokki, a Korean food. My dad learned how to make it from my mom’s mother. This was the version he made if he didn’t have the Korean ingredients. Making it brought back a lot of memories.” A smile formed as she remembered the memories. “Here.” Satoru said, offering a bite. Mirae refused, but he managed to convince her. As he continued eating, a question popped up in his mind. “Were you close with your dad?” Satoru asked. “Yeah, he was an amazing father and my biggest inspiration to pursue music… What was your’s?” Satoru sighed before replying. “To see the world. I was usually stuck at home a lot, and I had no other company besides my mother and this little brat named Megumi and his sister Tsumiki. Our mothers were friends, so when his parents passed, my parents took in him and his sister.” He explained. “But I was alway bored and I just felt, you know, lonely.”

After he was done, they both did the dishes and Mirae decided to leave so Satoru could get some rest. She was about to leave, when Satoru called out for her. “W-wait. I can put in a recommendation for you at my agency, then maybe you’ll be able to get a good start in the industry.” Mirae thought about it, but declined. “Your agency and the one I used to work for are each other’s biggest competition, and I don’t wanna seem petty.” She explained. “Hey, don’t worry about them or what they think. If you want to take this chance, then okay. If you don’t, I’ll respect your choice.” After a bit more thinking she decided to accept. “I’ll accept. Thank you so much Satoru! I’ll buy  you a cake as a thank you. I hope it’s enough.” She said as she hugged him. Satoru just blushed and patted her back. “No need to thank me. You deserve a shot at this.” They then both said their goodbyes and left. 

Once Mirae was out of the building, she called Shoko. Once she heard the news, she was overjoyed! She did end up buying him a cake and Gojo did act like he ate 5 bags of sugar.

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Zephyr Masterlist

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Midoriya's Harem and Adult Supervision

Welcome to: Midoriya’s Harem and Adult Supervision

Midoriya Izuku: WHY DID YOU NAME IT THIS?

Ashido Mina: AM I WRONG?

Midoriya Izuku: Mic is laughing at me right now as is Aizawa and Eri!

Sero Hanta: Eri knows about harems?

Midoriya Izuku:...

Midoriya Izuku: Given Eri chatted earlier and will spill around the school probably: Eri can kinda see/feel/remember stuff that hasn’t happened yet. She’s already talked about several time lines. 

Kaminari Denki: Oh cool.

Midoriya Izuku: ID, my work studies hero, says it’ll either be permanent or temporary. 

Ashido Mina: Will you help us figure out who good work study heroes would be? Pleeeeease?

Togata Mirio: Hey, firsties! Coming from us: don’t pick Uwabami unless you want to have media training.

Yaoyorozu Momo: Oh? Why not?

Togata Mirio: Oh, well- Neijire picked her the first year and got drafted into doing commercials. She asked why and it turns out Uwabami picks girls who either a) need a confidence boost or b) said red flags during media training class that need to be talked about.

Yaoyorozu Momo: Oh, well I was nominated and we received notes. Apparently, she thinks I could use a confidence boost… 

Togata Mirio: yeah don’t. She has her heart in the right place but she kinda hamfists it a bit you know? 

Ashido Mina: I got nominated to… and yeah it says ‘comments during media training were noted’. Oops.

Togata Mirio: yeah. She has a point, but she really needs to tell her interns it. She likes to play long games. 

Sero Hanta: You mean logical ruses.

Amajiki Tamaki: Yaoyorozu, I know Fatgum mentioned to me he was offering you an internship. I suggest you take it.

Yaoyorozu Momo: Hmm, he would help me out greatly. I will take his offer then! Thank you senpai.

Midoriya Izuku: Togata, how are you?

Togata Mirio: Dealing. That’s all I’ll say.

Midoriya Izuku: Okay.

…

Togata Mirio: So, after that awkward pause: random question to start us off: what is everyone’s sexuality?

Asui Tsuyu: I assume we’re all into men given the future. But you’re right: who is fully straight or even gay among us?

Kaminari Denki: You guys are right. Though why didn’t we do it in our old class chat?

Jirou Kyoka: Mineta

Kaminari Denki: Huh? He’s bisexual to?

Jirou Kyoka: why didn’t he creep on you guys then?!?

Kaminari Denki: that I don’t know. Maybe he prefers women. I know he likes guys cause we talked about it once. He’s just not AS fond you know?

Sero Hanta: I suddenly want to shower. I mean all of us like guys but like he was creepy.

Kaminari Denki: True. So is everyone else up for sharing?

Yaoyorozu Momo: I suppose. We might as well to inform each other and because I am curious. How common is it for everyone in a single class of 20 to be part of the LGBTQ? Assuming Bakugou is I mean.

Iida Tenya: I believe as well clarifying if we are poly may help as I overheard Sero and Ashido speaking of it and the future. Not to pressure anyone however.

Midoriya Izuku: Well I’m bisexual. I supposed I’m poly of sorts? I wouldn’t seek it out on purpose but I’m open to it? I’d prefer everyone in a relationship though. My mom has a horror story about some friends of her who did a V style poly that ended badly. 

Kaminari Denki: Ditto! Bi disaster and open to it but eh about trying to have it happen.

Sero Hanta: Pansexual and very poly. Open to monogamy though. 

Kaminari Denki: what’s the difference with bi and pan anyway?

Sero Hanta: I like the flag more.

Kaminari Denki: ha, nice.

Ashido Mina: Bisexual and poly! Or at least open to it! Thought like Midoriya I’d want to be in a relationship with everyone involved.

Sato Rikkido: Gay, and monogamous. 

Ashido Mina: Valid!

Togata Mirio: Bisexual and poly! 

Amajiki Tamaki: Gay and monogamous…

Tokoyami Fumikage: I am demisexual. Desires of the flesh take long to form though I do find people attractive aesthetically which draws my soul in.  The female and male body does this, while due to my curse of companionship I am poly.

Uraraka Ochako: I think most of us are poly or open to it. I am. I am also bisexual!

Asui Tsuyu: I am bisexual as well. However I am Monogamous. I have thought on it and do not like the idea of more then one partner.

Kirishima Eijiro: SO MANLY EVERYONE! I’m bisexual and monogamous to! My dads tried to be poly a while back and the train wreck sadly just solidified my thoughts on me not wanting that. It can work out! I have some aunts who did it! But I prefer to not risk it!

Jirou Kyoka: Oddly enough: I’m a woman leaning bisexual who is poly. 

Ashido Mina: Wait, really?

Jiro Kyoka: Yeah. I thought about it for a while but frankly guys rarely turn my head. It’s Midoriya and Aoyama in our class so far.

Aoyama Yuuga: Ah! My friend, I am bisexual and poly as well~ though I am the opposite and prefer men.

Ashido Mina: and your thoughts on Jirou hmmmm?!

Aoyama Yuuga: Ah, I like twunks and emos or goths so I am quite pleased. 

Midnight: Ohho! What’s this I have been added to?

Jirou Kyoka: Midnight is the adult supervision?

Midnight: well I am the sex and gender specialist at school and am very well versed in Queer relationships. Plus I am firm about consent in personal lives! So it makes sense. For those interested in my own life: I’ve been openly bisexual for years ❤️ continue on~

Iida Tenya: I am bisexual and open to poly as well

Jirou Kyoka: we’re just ignoring that?

Iida Tenya: Yes

Yaoyorozu Momo: Understandable. I am demisexual like Tokoyami, and not to sure about the poly question. 

Shouji Mezou: I’m gay and open to poly.

Kouda Kouji: Umm… I’m kinda just into people? Labels are weird. And monogamous. I don’t really wanna date so many people 😖

Ashido Mina: VALID.

Sero Hanta: yeah! Don’t worry dude.

Todoroki Shouto: I believe I am like Aoyama. I have been attracted to women and men but prefer the male form. As for multiple relationships I am unsure. Perhaps I am into it. I do not know.

Ashido Mina: your dad sucks. I mean I assume its why.

Kouda Koji: not everyone really knows though.

Todoroki Shouto: actually Endevaour might be a bastard but he’s very supportive of that stuff. I think he threatened my grandparents when they pushed my sister to marry a man despite her being a lesbian.

Ashido Mina: (meme of the Worst Person You Know has a Good Point)

Todoroki Shouto: what’s that?

Yaoyorozu Momo: Todoroki I’ve known you since we were children: don’t. 

Todoroki Shouto: But I get so much mileage…

Kaminari Denki: … ARE YOU TELLIBG ME THIS HUY KNOWS MEMES AND JUST FUCKSNWITH US?!?

Yaoyorozu Momo: Yes he does.

Todoroki Shouto: It’s fun.

Shinsou Hitoshi: huh, sounds like the hero course is really just full of assholes but funny ones.

Shinsou Hitoshi: Pansexual and poly btw. For me pan means I really just do not see gender. 

Hagakure Toru: guess I’m the token straight here! Only into men, and also I’m monogamous. Kinda boring I know.

Ashido Mina: What are you talking about?!? That’s not boring girl!!! 

Hagakure Toru: ♥️♥️♥️

Ojiro Mashiro: I won’t lie: I'm currently thinking about it. I thought I was straight until the sports festival. Gotta think about that now.

Ashido Mina: Midoriya is so cute he transcends sexualities!!! 

Monoma Neito: Obviously Midoriya is superior then you all. For those wondering I am gay and polyamorus though I doubt any of you can draw me in.

Ashido Mina: you literally were with Shinsou in one future but go off I guess.

Hatsume Mei: Sapiosexual and open to All!

Ashido Mina: Sapiosexual?

Yaoyorozu Momo: attracted to intelligence 

Hatsume Mei: Yep! If you aren’t smart I don’t care about you. Gotta have someone to help make my babies after all!!

Hatsume Mei: Midoriya! We need to get together to work in the support labs!! I want those baby making books!

Midoriya Izuku: How about after work studies? 

Hatsume Mei: Fiiiiiine. 

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-The Uwabami bit is kinda also from my ‘Izuku has multi soulmates’ story. I wrote it purely due to annoyance at a hundred Endeavour redemption fics, but like only one time having something nice for her. So here: she purposely goes after those who either need some confidence or need a lesson. She hides it to try and see reactions/if they figure it out. 

-... did this chapter do anything? Yes and no- it made it clear who’d potentially be in poly relationships… and also was just fun. If you guys want to see more of the future pairings, check bits and bobs.

-Ojiro would term himself ‘Queer’ in general. He considers himself straight mostly but he’s got a few exceptions such as Izuku and even Kaminari (though he doesn’t know that)

-Hagakure being straight was only cause I wanted one straight person and I have ideas for the others. I nearly made Tsu straight to but she gives off bisexual vibes so… yeah

[i-write-some-stuff]

Night flower - cjh

Pairing: Jongho x reader Contents: There was a light festival and you decided to go by yourself. Apparently this guy did the same, and now you keep bumping into each other and you sear you don't mean to follow him around, you just somehow keep ending up in the same sections at the same time. Warnings: none Word count: 1.2k

A/N: To be honest I have absolutely no idea if Jongho likes photography or not, but it was fitting for the story soooooo here goes I guess, hope you enjoy it!! Also the ending kinda sucks, sorry about that. Find the rest of my holiday series here

*This is purely a work of fiction. It is in no way meant to represent any Ateez member in any way, shape or form.

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Your eyes met again, and you looked away, blowing air between your hands as you stared at the structure in front of you. You tried to focus on it, pretending to be detailing how it was made without really seeing it, your mind too preoccupied with the boy you had just crossed paths with for what must be the twentieth time tonight.

It was a week night, and you were bored out of your mind, like you often were during the awkward week between Christmas and New Years. The small coffee shop you worked for had decided to close for two weeks during the holidays, leaving you with no obligations other than visiting your family on the actual holidays. But they worked between them, so you had gone back home to work on your own projects. After three days of doing that, though, you needed a break. As you checked online to find something to do, you saw that there was this event near your town, some sort of exterior light festival, with big structures and scenes made out of different types of lights. You had texted your friends, but none of them were available. You still decided to go, dressing up to brave the cold and telling yourself you’d go get dinner afterwards, since you’d had a late lunch.

While there were a lot of people visiting in groups, you quickly realized you weren’t the only person walking around on their own. You had noticed the boy and his camera almost as soon as you walked in, seeing him wait for people to pass before capturing the sculptures in what you assumed were pretty aesthetic pictures. He was placing his body in weird ways to get specific angles, and you couldn’t help but smile at how passionate he looked. He had caught you staring once, and you felt slightly embarrassed, but he just smiled at you, walking towards the next sculpture.

Only problem was, even though there wasn’t really a specific path, you two seemed to be attracted to the same sculptures, always seeing him in front of you or right behind you when you would move away. You started to overthink it, wondering if he thought you were following him around, or if he was purposely following you around. At first you wondered if he had even noticed you, but after sharing a few glances with him, you told yourself he probably found it as awkward as you did.

But now there you were, staring at the luminous flowers in the car, part of you wondering how they had fixed them inside, while the louder part of you screamed at you to not turn around and look at the boy again. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the crunching of the snow near you as someone came towards you.

“Did you figure it out?” You heard, and you jumped, looking to your left. The boy stood next to you, his camera in hand, looking at you with a little smirk. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, and you shook your head, laughing nervously.

“No it’s okay, I was… in my head,” you said, and he nodded.

“So, did you figure it out?” he repeated, and you frowned.

“Figure what out?”

“How they placed the flowers there. It’s very cute, but I’m not sure if they plugged them into the car or if they punched a hole in the door to get the wiring out,” he said, and you laughed.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be wondering about that. But if you’re that curious, you can always go around it and see for yourself,” you said. The boy glanced at you, the little smirk still on his lips, and he went around the car, pausing for a second behind it before joining you again.

“I didn’t see a hole. I’m gonna assume they plugged something to fuel it through the car’s hood or something,” he said, and you nodded.

“Sounds like a good way to do it,” you commented, and he laughed.

“You know, I just asked because I wanted to talk to you,” the boy said, and you turned towards him. “We’ve been awkwardly following each other around, I thought maybe it could make the whole thing nicer if we got acquainted. I’m Jongho,” he said, holding his hand out. You smiled, shaking his hand.

“y/n. So you felt the awkwardness too, huh?” you asked, and he laughed, nodding. “Photography student?” you asked, pointing at his camera.

“Art school dropout, actually. I got a job in the middle of my major and I dropped out to keep it. What about you? Model?” He asked, and you scoffed.

“Very smooth,” you said sarcastically, and he laughed. “Should’ve gone to art school, actually. I’m doing a literature major, but I’m more interested in writing and creating stuff rather than studying old theories,” you said, and he nodded.

“Yeah, I get that. Do you mind?” he said, motioning towards the car, and you quickly understood what he meant. You moved away, watching him carefully frame his pictures, hearing the shutter click a few times before he straightened up. “You want a photo with it? It’s one of the prettiest things so far, I think,” Jongho said, and you smiled, but shook your head.

“Nah, I’m sure it looks better without me next to it,” you said. Jongho frowned for a slight second, but smiled, nodding towards the next structure.

The two of you walked around together, talking about your studies, your friends and how your holidays were going. His reason for coming alone was similar to yours, but he confessed that he hadn’t asked many of his friends, because most of them usually complained about him stopping every second to take pictures. You didn’t mind it, thinking it was pretty cute to see him so focused to get the image he pictured in his mind. You even let him convince you to be in a photo, telling you to stand under a lit up tree and look up at the branches. You couldn’t deny that the result was beautiful, the blue and pink lights giving a pretty purple tint to your skin, the reflection of the lights making your eyes sparkle. You let him take a few more photos of you, each of them prettier than the last.

When you reached the end of the site, you chatted for a moment, exchanging your social medias so that you could keep in touch and he could send you the photos. You were a bit sad to part ways with him, thinking that his company was more than enjoyable. He was very sweet and quite handsome, and although his expressions were sometimes hard to read, you were comfortable around him.

“You wanna go grab a bite?” You heard yourself ask without thinking as he was looking for a specific picture to show you, and he glanced up at you, looking surprised. “I mean, I told myself I’d go get dinner after this, so if you wanna join me, I wouldn’t mind,” you said, unsure what his reaction meant.

“Oh, huh, yeah, yeah I’d like that. I don’t really have anything planned anyway,” he said, and you nodded, smiling. “And I like hanging out with you,” he added, and you felt yourself blush, looking down and motioning towards your car.

[drakenology]

Arguments - feat Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima and Tamaki Amajiki

author’s note: i’m feeling angsty today. so this is gonna be about arguing with some of the bnha characters. anyone else feel off today? just me?

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff 🥺, and suggestive themes not full on smut. characters aged up! some of these are long.. i was feeling dramatic

headers from @annicon

Bakugo

as much as i love this man i can admit he would be SOO stubborn

would get frustrated easily

yells 🥺

he knows when to walk away when the conversation isn’t getting anywhere which is good

would NEVER hurt you (i’ve seen ppl write that this mf hits you... girl...domestic violence is not an aesthetic.)

he isn’t the best with words so it’ll take him a little while to admit he’s wrong because he can’t verbalize how sorry he is sometimes

when he does he’ll hug and kiss you and apologize like a million times after he’s done being a stubborn little prick.

gives you the best “i’m sorry “ dick imaginable holy shit

Bakugo done did it. He pissed you off. You were already having a terrible day and then you come home to this motherfucker with a bunch of people over after you told him that you weren’t in the mood for company. So for the rest of the night when everyone left, you gave him the silent treatment knowing that he HATES when you ignore him on purpose.

“Y/N?”

You say nothing, continuing scrolling through your phone to look like you were preoccupied.

“Y/N, what’s your problem? I know you hear me.” Bakugo persists.

You ignore him, turning your back to face him. He grunts and grabs your shoulder, turning you back around to face him.

“Y/N if you’re pissed at me just say that. But ignoring me is fucking immature and it’s pissing me off!” He yells. Translation: “What did I do? 🥺”

“I’M pissing YOU off!? That’s funny. Because it’s not like you didn’t completely ignore my fucking feelings tonight. Why did you invite Kirishima and Denki over after I specifically said I didn’t feel like playing fucking HOSTESS!” You shout back, throwing your phone somewhere.

“Are you serious!? I never told them to come here they just showed up. What was I supposed to do tell them to piss off!?” Katsuki asked.

“YES!” You scream, annoyed that he’s not getting the reason why you’re upset. You never minded having Bakugo’s friends over but you just wanted to have a calm night with just the two of you. You were exhausted and fixing dinner for you and 3 other people and listening to loud chatter about sports and video games was not on your to-do list.

“This is so fucking petty! I don’t get why you’re so mad that they came over.” Katsuki said shrugging his shoulders.

“That’s the problem, idiot! You don’t fucking get it! I worked all day today. I just wanted us to relax but no, you wanted to have a fucking guys night in my living room! It’s the complete disregard for my feelings that’s pissing me off not the fact that they came. I told you I was tired and you having them come over anyways was like a big fuck you to me!” You explain, your face pulled into a face Katsuki knows is your angry face. Bakugo sighs, not ready to admit that he was wrong.

“Tch. Whatever. I’m gonna go sleep on the fucking couch. Let me know when you’re done being fucking frigid.” He shouts, clearly out of anger.

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

Katsuki leaves your shared room and slammed the door, you throwing yourself onto the bed. You feel tears sting your eyes as you sob into your pillow. You hated fighting with Bakugo, and you knew he hated it too. He has a hard time expressing himself without getting defensive sometimes. But you knew he felt bad. You sigh and close your eyes and go to sleep.

The next morning you get up from bed and get ready to start your day. You shower and brush your teeth, you and Bakugo strategically avoiding each other all morning to go and do your daily routines. You didn’t utter a word to each other. Just questions and short answers.

“Got work?”

“Yup.”

“When?”

“7:30.”

The silence killed you both as you sat at the table and ate breakfast, Bakugo’s face pulled into a frown as he ate. You roll your eyes and go to put your dishes in the sink and grab his once he’s done. You can hear him get up from his chair as you wash both your plates and dry them. You had assumed he was leaving so you just wash all the rest of the dishes without turning your back. Suddenly you felt familiar arms wrap around your waist.

“Let me go.” You say, tearing up at the sudden touch. He was trying to make up with you and you were so ready to forgive him. The tension was almost too much to bear. This fight was small and it turned into something way bigger than need be.

“Not until you listen to me. I’m sorry, ok? I should have never yelled at you the way I did. And calling you frigid wasn’t ok either. I shoulda just told everyone to go home. We have those dumbasses over all the time. One night wouldn’t have killed me. I’m sorry. Can we just forget this shit ever happened? I hate it when you’re mad at me.” He pleaded, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You smile and turn around to look at his face, cupping his cheeks in both your hands as you stand on you tip toes to kiss him. He kisses you back eagerly, happy that you and him are back on good terms. He pulled away from the heated kiss and looks at the clock on the microwave.

“6:30...we still have an hour to kill. If you’re late I’ll drop you off.” Katsuki says, his eyes turning dark with feral lust.

“Late? What are yo-“ you’re interrupted by Bakugo pulling you into your bedroom with determination to make things right.. his way.

Tamaki (🥺 my new found love)

Tamaki is NOT a confrontational person so arguing with you is really hard. He hates raising his voice or even getting to a point to where he’s angry because he doesn’t want to think about hurting you in anyway.

He’ll shut down and turn cold or try and act nonchalant.

he might even avoid conflict by changing the subject

if he’s riled up enough though he’ll cuss you out.. to his dismay

doesn’t like being mad at you and vice versa

hates arguments.. like honestly can you just get over it so he can eat you out now?

speaking of eating you out, he gives apology head and he won’t stop until you say you forgive him.

Tamaki didn’t like to admit it but he was really jealous. Like really really jealous like YANDERE type jealous. You and him were out to dinner with Mirio so you were all chatting about mindless nothing, catching up like you always do. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary for you but to Tamaki it appeared that Mirio was a little too playful at dinner with you. He was cracking jokes and poking fun and Tamaki took it as him flirting with you; which Mirio would never disrespect your relationship like that. Rage sat in the pit of Tamaki’s chest as you laugh at all his jokes. He was furious but hid it pretty well for the night.

“And then Tamaki wet himself in front of the whole class when I scared him with my quirk in middle school. Can you believe it?” Mirio laughs, causing you to laugh at the thought.

“Oh leave him alone, Togata.” You giggle, waving your hand in front of your face to stop the tears from laughter. He had been making you laugh all night all to Tamaki’s disliking. He was quiet all dinner, which you noticed immediately after Togata’s last joke.

“Hey Tamaki, is everything ok?” You ask, concerned that he might not want to be out anymore.

“Yeah.” He said coldly. “Actually I’m just gonna go to the car. I feel kinda sick.” He stands from his seat and walks to the exit, absolutely fucking furious that you were “flirting” with his childhood friend right in front of him.

“Awkward. What’s up with him?” Mirio asks, completely dumb founded by Tamaki’s sudden disappearance.

“I dunno. I’m gonna go to the car and see what’s wrong. Do you mind?” You ask, standing from your seat.

“Nah that’s cool. I’m actually gonna head out. You go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll take care of the tab.. this time.” Mirio jokes. You giggle and thank him, walking towards the exit. You walk through the parking lot and find the car, seeing Tamaki sitting in the passenger side with his arms crossed across his chest. What was his deal? You open the car door and sit in the driver’s side to meet a thick tension.

“What’s wrong Tamaki? Do you really feel sick or are you upset with me?” You ask.

“Why don’t you ask Mirio? I’m sure he’ll be able to answer since he’s the only guy you talked to all night. It was like I wasn’t even there.” Tamaki says, calm but obviously pestered.

“Is that was this is about? Tama you know it wasn’t like that. Mirio has always been a jokester what’s the difference now?” You ask, getting a little upset at his accusation.

“The difference is that he was trying to make a pass at you. He was so obviously flirting with you.” He says, his tone becoming stern. You’re shocked at how he was getting, frowning at how unreasonable he was being.

“No he wasn’t, Tamaki.” You say, looking him dead in his eyes.

“Yes he was. I’m not about to fight with you about this he was clearly fucking flirting with you. He joked with you all night and you laughed at every single thing he said. You must want to fuck him, don’t you?” He asked, looking at you with some sort of betrayal in his eyes. This infuriates you.

“What are you talking about!? You know I would never cheat on you Tamaki. Especially not with your best friend. What’s with you!?” You ask sternly, not amused or pleased in the slightest.

“Whatever, Y/N.” Tamaki says, looking out the car window while turning the other way so he’s not facing your side of the car. He knew this was stupid and he knew your loyalty was never to be questioned but he couldn’t shake this feeling of jealousy.

“No. You don’t get to start a fight and then blow me off when you’re through arguing! Talk to me!” You yell, furious at this point. Tamaki shrugs, avoiding the situation entirely now.

“Just drive. I wanna go home.” He says, not taking his eyes off the view from his window. You roll your eyes and start the car, pulling out of the parking lot to start your way home. The drive home was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You were so angry that you didn’t talk to Tamaki the whole way home, knowing you’d probably cuss him out if he said the wrong thing. Tamaki immediately felt bad after picking that fight. He didn’t know what came over him, he knew he had to make it up to you before you two go to bed angry with each other. You approach your shared apartment and park the car, silence still riddling the car. The tension between you both was intense and it scared you. You’ve never seen Tamaki this upset. Jealousy was always an issue for him but he’s never reacted this strongly.

“Y/N?” Tamaki says breaking the silence. You look at him, a little relieved that he’s talking to you again.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I know you’d never cheat on me, of course. But I was just so jealous. It felt like you and Mirio were on a date and I was just the third wheel. The thought of him taking you from me drove me crazy. I wasn’t thinking. Can you forgive me?” He says, placing his hand on top of yours on the steering wheel. You sniffle, tearing up at his apology.

“Tamaki, I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you so much. No one could ever take your place, not even Mirio. I’d never betray you like that, ever.” You sob, tears flowing down your face. Tamaki questioning your loyalty really hurt your feelings and he hated seeing you cry.

“I know that. Please don’t cry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. It was so stupid of me to even assume.” He says, taking his hand and wiping your tears away. He took your hand and gave it a sweet kiss to soothe you, rubbing circles with his thumb on it as he consoled you. You giggle and wipe your tears, happy that you guys made up after that silly fight.

“Let’s go inside.”

Todoroki

arguments between you two get heated. It gets to a point where sometimes you don’t speak to each other for days. he’ll definitely give small reminders that he still loves you to butter you up to alleviate some of the tension.

raises his voice

just as stubborn as bakugo

to a fault of his upbringing facing his emotions was hard for him sometimes, causing him to be cold when you fight

when it’s time to get over it and make up he’ll make it a huge event; flowers, chocolates and lots of freaky apology sex

cant stand arguing with you just like tamaki but wont back down in the slightest

is sure he doesn’t say anything harsh to make the situation worse.

“Why are you being so stubborn?!” You shout at your bi-colored haired boyfriend. The two of you have been fighting all day to your surprise. Shoto was usually easy going and you two hardly fought. But today, a bug seemed to have crawled up Todoroki’s ass and he’s been picking fights all day. You’ve been arguing about small things like who left the bathroom light on or who ate the last hot pocket. Right now it was an argument about when you’re going to meet his father Endeavor. It’s been almost a year since you two have been together and you don’t even think his father knows you exist.

“For the last time Y/N we’re not going to my dad’s house. That’s final! You can argue with yourself about this. End of discussion.” Shoto says, very annoyed at the thought of being near his father. He still couldn’t stand him, even as an adult. He can’t bring himself to bring you around him because he knows how he can be. If he even says something slightly rude to you he’ll flip the fuck out. You groan in frustration, wishing he’d at least consider.

“He doesn’t know we’re together does he!? What am I to you some secret? Why did you stay with me all this time if your family doesn’t even know I exist !?” You shout, tearing up with seering anger.

“It’s not that. Of course he knows we’re together; my whole family knows! Why do you want to involve him so badly?!” Shoto yells.

“Why wouldn’t I want to meet my fucking boyfriend’s father!? You’re not making any sense.” You say, getting more and more frustrated as Shoto makes excuses.

“You know what? Fine. We’ll go meet him tomorrow. But as soon as he treats you like you’re not good enough for me don’t be surprised when I tell you I fucking told you so. God you can be so stubborn sometimes.” Shoto shouts, rolling his eyes at you.

“Oh I’M stubborn!? That’s rich coming from you. You’re being so unreasonable right now. I know you and your father-“

“YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT MY FATHER. Stop speaking on things you haven’t the first idea about!” Shoto yells, punching a nearby wall. (Oop.) You flinch, shocked at how angry he got so quickly. You tear up and run off to your bedroom, Todoroki immediately regretting getting so upset with you. He scared you and that’s something he never wanted to do to you under any circumstances. You cried yourself to sleep that night, angry that things got so heated. Why did he react like that? And why was he treating you as if you knew nothing about him and his father. He would vent to you about him all the time and you gave him advice when you could. But tonight you felt like you were nothing but an outsider. Shoto didn’t even bother coming into the room. He couldn’t face you after making you cry. Right now, he hated himself for treating you like that. He was just so afraid of his father’s judgement he didn’t want him to hurt your feelings with how crass he was. If Endeavor found the slightest thing wrong with you he’d never let you or him forget it. He could hear him now calling you unworthy of the Todoroki name. The thought alone enraged him. In his own cryptic way, he was trying to protect you from him but this was no way to do it nor did he have the right. Todoroki slept on the couch, missing your warmth against him in your bed.

The next morning the two of you drove to the Todoroki estates in silence. You were still pissed at him and Shoto didn’t want to say anything to further upset you. He was annoyed he was making this trip in the first place but he knew he had to man up for your sake. It was unfair of him to try and keep you away from his family especially since you would one day take on his name and be a part of the family when he married you. He knew he couldn’t keep you away forever, but god couldn’t he have had a little more time? He dreaded this day.

“Ready?” Shoto asks coldly, trying to hide his remorse from his tone. You nod, getting out of the car before he could walk over and open the door for you. Shoto is surprised and gets out with you, guiding you to his old home. He can’t lie, he’s so fucking nervous. What if he hates you? Not that he cares what he thinks, he’ll marry you anyway but still. He at least wants his blessing. You walk with Shoto to the main room of the home and wait for Endeavor to come downstairs. Suddenly you hear footsteps from across the room. It was him. He was tall and his aura was so dark and intimidating.

“You must be Y/N.” Endeavor says, looking down at your small frame. You nod, a wave of nervousness shooting through your body.

“N-Nice to meet you sir.” You bow respectfully.

“No need for that. Please, have a seat.” Endeavor says gesturing to the couch. You and Shoto sit down next to each other, Endeavor following suit by sitting across from you two.

“So.. how long have you two been together?” Endeavor asks, his booming voice almost sending an echo throughout the empty room. You gulp and look towards Shoto.

“10 months.” He answers for you, taking your hand to calm you. You’re still mad at him but god you’re glad he’s doing his best to ease your anxiety.

“And you just now arrange a meeting? Hm.” Endeavor questions, looking at you as if he was scanning you to find something irredeemable about you. You look down at your lap, unable to keep eye contact with the intimidating man.

“I-I wanted to meet with you sooner. Me and Shoto fought about coming here last night but I convinced him.” You say nervously.

“I see. You seem like an ok girl. Shoto has had his fair share of.. inadequate women in his life so, you’re a step up from the rest.” Endeavor says, motioning for a maid to make you all some tea. You laugh nervously, Shoto squeezing your hand in annoyance. Was that a compliment?

“You two seem like you’ve been fighting.” Endeavor says suddenly, observing both your body language. You’re both shocked as you turn to look at each other. How’d he know that?

“What’s it to you?” Shoto asks, glaring at his father.

“Oh nothing. But if you’re planning on marrying this girl it’s probably best to not argue too much with her. Hell, she might up and leave.”

Shoto looks at you, pain in his eyes. The look on his face alone said “I’m sorry.” Shoto hated to admit it but his father was right. Fighting as much as you have been, especially the fight you had last night was toxic and could take a toll on your relationship.

You smile at him and turn to Endeavor

“I’d never leave him.” You say, snuggling closer to Shoto as he blushed. He was embarrassed that he was being so vulnerable around his father but he knew that only you could make this happen.

After a long conversation with Endeavor and Shoto, you leave with a feeling that you might have won him over. You think? He was hard to read, just like Shoto. He was more like his father than he likes to admit. Shoto opens the car door for you to get inside and then walks to the drivers side to come in. You sit in the car for a while, silent until Shoto grabs you and leans over to kiss you. You kiss him back, tearing up into the kiss.

“I’m sorry, snowflake. I can’t believe I raised my voice at you like that. I was just so scared that he was gonna hate you and say something disrespectful. I should have just told you that instead of being defensive. I’m so so sorry I scared you. Please forgive me. ” He pleaded, peppering kissing on your face.

“I know. And I forgive you.” You giggle, pulling Todoroki closer to you to kiss him again.

Kirishima

Out of all the boys he’s the least stubborn when it comes to fighting. But don’t be fooled, he’ll argue you down. he’s very good at managing his temper when it comes to you.

Regrets starting a fight in the first place

Just wants to cuddle and go back to normal

But when he’s angry hooo boy

doesn’t even yell, he’s like a calm angry which is terrifying

tries talking over you, trying to plead his case

will not rest until the situation is resolved and over with so you guys can move on

like all the others... apology sex

will try not to lose his patience

You and Kirishima had been together for a while now so it was only inevitable that you two have your first fight. You were always a vigilant person and wanted to help others even though you were quirkless like Deku was at one point. Kirishima is protective of you to a fault and the thought of you getting hurt or worse didn’t sit well with him at all. You assured him that you were capable of taking care of yourself and protecting yourself but he wasn’t having any of it. You spent years perfecting your martial arts skills, training your ass off for countless hours everyday and he knew that. But he didn’t want you to one day meet your match without him there to protect you.

“Y/N, drop it. You’re not going on missions with me and that’s final. It’s too dangerous.” Eijiro said, his brows furrowed. He was trying not to lose his patience with you but you kept insisting. He just wished you’d forget about this whole thing; for your safety.

“You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do! I’m fully capable for taking care of myself and you know that.” You yell, irritated at your boyfriend underestimating your abilities. Eijiro sighs and stands up from the couch to stand in front of you, inching so close you could almost kiss.

“I’ll die before I let you go out there. Do you know what would happen to me; to your friends and family if something happened to you!? We’d be crushed. Please just drop this.” Kirishima says, wanting to avoid this conversation all together. But alas, nothing was changing your mind. You were very head strong and stubborn to no avail so you weren’t going down without a fight.

“You can’t stop me!” You yell

“Oh I can’t?” Eijiro challenged.

“No. You can’t. You can’t treat me like a child, Eijiro.” You say. “How can you say I’m not ready if you don’t give me a chance to prove I am!?”

“Because you just aren’t! Okay!? You say you’re not a child but you’re acting like one and a petulant one at that. Just drop it! God, you can be so stubborn sometimes. Don’t you see I’m just trying to keep you safe!?” Kirishima yells, instantly regretting raising his voice at you and losing his cool. You tear up, furious that he’s treating you like some kid. You grab your stuff and prepare to leave his apartment.

“Where are you going?” Kirishima sighs

“Fuck you, Eijiro.” You say, walking away from him and going outside to cool off. Kirishima tries to grab you before you leave but you snatch your arm away from him and walk outside with a huff and a slam of the door. You wipe your hot tears away and start aimlessly walking down the street to go home. Hell, you don’t even know your way home from Eijiro’s place but you’ll be damned if you go back there. As you walk you see Kirishima’s car pull up to the side of you, driving slowly to keep up with your walking pace.

“Y/N please get in the car.” He says out the car window

“No! I don’t wanna talk to you so just go away!” You yell, continuing to walk as the brisk wind assaults your bare skin. Dammit you forgot your coat.

“Y/N! You’re being ridiculous just please get in the car. You left your jacket; it’s freezing out here!” Eijiro shouts, getting out of the car and grabbing you to pull you inside. You groan, obviously being overpowered by your strong boyfriend. Kirishima slams the door and gets back inside, drives back to his apartment and parks in the driveway. He sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry I got so heated with you. But can you blame me? I’m worried about you. Sure we’ll be on these missions together but what if something happens? What if I’m not there to protect you when something goes wrong? These missions are unpredictable; anything could happen and I’d literally die if even a scratch is put on you.” Eijiro pleads. You start crying, sniffling at his words. He was right to be worried.

“I love you, Eijiro and I appreciate you being so concerned about me. But that doesn’t give you the right to shelter me. You can’t just force me to not follow my dream.” You sob, wiping your tears away. Eijiro grabs your hand and kisses it.

“I know. I just can’t bear the thought of you being hurt. But if this is what you really want, I have no choice but to at least see this through.” Kirishima says, holding your small hand in his two massive ones. You smile, putting your other hand on top of his.

“Thank you. Also, I’m sorry for saying fuck you to you. That was mean.” You say pouting.

“It was. Hurt my feelings.” Eijiro said faking sadness, immediately laughing as he watched your face frown up again at the thought of hurting his feelings.

“Oh shut up.”

[envirae]

BBy may I request an enha fluff when they are abt to propose or smthn (?)

Thanks hun

hi bb, sorry i got to this so late 😥😥

anyways, this is just the hyung line because i thought it was kind of odd to picture the maknaes proposing- i hope that's okay!

genre: fluff fluff fluff !

pairing: enhypen hyung line x gn!reader

tagging: @youreverydayzebra @bloom-bloom-pow

ENHYPEN hyung line about to propose to you!

lee heeseung

he took you out to dinner for your anniversary aww <33

so nervous

like

SHAKING

he's been looking at you with heart eyes all night

just like ❤o❤

you look at him and you're like O_O

"hee is everything alright-"

"EVERYTHING IS FINE, Y/N"

he kinda eases up as you grab his hand and try to calm him down

when you finish eating, he takes you to like this park with really cute lights and its supa aesthetic 🤧🤧

you're preoccupied with how beautiful it is you didn't even notice him getting down on one knee

so when you turn back you're like

🤨->😶->😳->😮

"i didn't think i could ever love someone with my whole being, but you've proved me wrong. i want to be with you for the rest of our lives. marry me?"

ur literally so in shock

you don't even know how to function so u just nod your head profusely and he sweeps you up for a big hug !!

he's just so in awe that he found someone like you

will NOT let you forget that you're his fiancee

"hey, my future wife!!"

rest of members under cut !

park jay

he's been like extra excited recently

you didn't know why, but you were happy he was happy

he took you out on a city date !!

he literally looks so giddy the entire time

you guys went to go see different tourist spots and skyscapes

and then he took you to this one building

and there were so many stairs

you could've sworn he was trying to kill you

but then

once you saw the view of the top of the tower

with the whole city in view

you were immediately like 😰😮🤩

you got so caught up in the scenery and you were like "jay!! jay!! it's so pretty!!"

and he just looks at you and he's like "i know something thats prettier though"

and you turned around to laugh at his corny joke

but then he got down on one knee

and you were literally like 😳😳

"you know I swear i had a whole speech prepared, but i can't seem to remember it now"

he's lowkey embarrased

"i love you, marry me?"

you just laugh and say yes as he hugs you and kisses you 🤧🤧

sim jake

he literally adores you

he's always been kinda lovey dovey

but recently, he's been following you around like a lovesick puppy

you didn't mind tho because u love cute jake !!

he had this whole plan

HE DID

HE WAS GONNA TAKE YOU OUT TO DINNER AND PREPARE THIS WHOLE SPEECH

but one day you two were cuddling

and you just looked so cute with your hair kind of in your face

it kind of slips out

"hey y/n, wanna marry me?"

him:🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

you: 😳😳

"uhm...what???"

"i was gonna ask you in a more formal way, but do you?"

his cheeks are BEET RED

you just giggle and give him a little peck

"of course i will"

he giggles and wears the biggest grin istg he's so cute 🤧🤧

park sunghoon

i feel like he's the only one who's good at hiding it

on the outside: 😶😶

on the inside: 😊😍💕😨🥺💖😆

it was literally so unexpected

ngl you thought he was going to break up with you 😭😭

^^he had been quieter recently, you thought he was mad

but when he asks you on an impromptu date

you're like ??? okay-

HE TAKES YOU ON A PICNIC !!

he made like all your fav foods and you're like

"when tf did u have time to do this"

he doesn't answer, he just smirks and you're like

🤨🤨 tf 🤨🤨

ur literally so confused because he was so quiet recently

and now he's all

🥰🥰🥰

but then he looks you dead in the eye

and pulls the ring from his back pocket

"will you marry me?"

you're literally feeling so many emotions

you're speechless

so you just nod your head and he's like 😊😊

he tells you he got quieter because he didn't wanna slip up and tell you 😭😭

[toorutsumu]

HAIKYUU BOYFRIENDS (INARIZAKI EDITION)

Just some random boyfie🥺 stuff with cute pictures ily

Suna

He's a chill boyf, doesn't need anything extra like social media bragging and stuff, just needs your presence in his room while he listens to music and smokes stuff (you both have matching custom made bongs im sorry i dont make the rules)

He only uses his phone to take candid pictures of you doing random stuff like brushing your teeth after staying the night (he sees you bending over the sink in his oversized shirt and panties and gets hard while also thinking you're a work of art and he's soft for you🥺🥺🥺)

Most of your dates include staying in, watching movies and shows and cuddling -he likes gory slasher horror movies and makes you watch all of them- you both usually order in a bunk of junk food but sometimes you have cute cooking dates when you guys bake special brownies and cookies

When y'all go out, its usually trips to the skate parks to meet his friends and group dates with his volleyball friends. If you bring him to hangout with your friends he'll grumble alot but will end up coming because he likes you and wants to stay with you 😭

He loves having you around, and although he isn't very over protective he doesn't like it when you get upset because of someone and will glare at them with fox eyes till they back off🦊🦊🦊

He gives you his hoodies for a week and then takes them back just so they smell like you and this becomes a cycle so you end up having different hoodies and jackets every week

LAZY MAKEOUT SESSIONS ON THE COUCH YES YES YES his hand holding ghe back of your neck tilting your face towards him , slow kisses and neck biting im crying:")

Atsumu

Y'all are the crackhead couple lmao well not really you actually help calm him down when he's over excited and he's so energetic that you always have adrenaline pumping through you when you hang out with him

Your dates are mostly outdoors like adventure parks and arcades , you always end up laughing and smiling with a lot of goodie bags full of gifts and souvenirs

If you get tired physically (which lets be honest you might be at the end of dates w this man who can match his energy) he'll be a perfect boyfriend and carry you on his back, so you end up getting a lot (A LOT) of piggy back rides

He buys you tons of stuff all the time, he's always thinking of you when he has to do something other than volleyball, even when hd goes to a convenience store he'll get your favourite snacks and drinks, god bless him when he goes to the mall he'll pick up whole ass outfits for you

Making out in semi public places is your thing- photobooths, roller coaster seats and those private cafe booths all the way in the back

But he can be soft and peaceful for you, takes you to picnic dates where he just lays his head on you lap while you both talk about stuff , you will always end up laughing at his antics and both of you will have very visible heart eyes for each other throughout🥺🥺🥺

Osamu

PERFECT BOYFRIEND aaaaaa i love him😭😭😭

He's just so sweet, will listen to you talk for hours at end ,thinks your voice is perfect , cups your face in his big hands randomly, will bend down to kiss you so that you dont have to stand on your toes to kiss him

He cooks your favourite food and brings them to you in pastel bentos and hands them over to you all shy without making eye contacts but as soon as you start eating his eyes are on your face watching every reaction , you love his food and he loves cooking for you y'all perfect uwu

You guys have very lowkey dates in cute cafes and public parks with long walks hand in hand, he does that thing with his jacket where he zips it open , brings you to his chest and zips it up over you and you're small compared to him so only a small part of your head peeks out aw🥺

He loves posting pictures of you and food together, those pictures in which the table is filled with aesthetically pleasing food and you look so cute and blushy he just cant help but blush too

He kisses you on the doorstep of your house after dates which usually turn into long drawn out kisses , but he's so sweet he wont push for more until you literally drag him into your house for more kisses😠😠😠

Kita

Oh my god he's the cutest he's always so blushy when you hold his hand and will say yes to everything you say because he's so flustered by you dont tease him too much he might combust

He's strict with his teammates but with you he practically melts in your arms, when you hug him by wrapping your arms around his waste from behind he always turns a shade of pink, will shower you with kisses in private

Thinks you are perfect, will have a dazed smile on his face when he stares at you which is all of the time, gets very distracted by you just walking into the room

Buys you both matching pastel hoodies and soft knitted sweaters to keeps u both warm and cuddly, drapes himself over you when he's tired and loves it when you pat his head

When you meet his grandmother, you're very nervous that she might not like you but he tells you that ge thinks youre the best person on earth (he's a poetic mf sorry) and he's sure his grandmother will think the same

Your parents LOVE him, kinda want to hang out with him more, even let him spend the night in your room (excuse me 2 teenagers in a room a full night where did your parents what how im shocked) and he takes full advantage of this, kissing you while doing mundane domestic stuff like doing homework, brushing your teeth aaaaa

He goes on group dates with you and your friends and talks to everyone very politely but always also gives you attention making sure you're having fun you're his no. 1 priority🥺🥺🥺🥺he loves to take care of his baby