#late night doodle that i felt like sharing

[inversemercury]

Ryoshu doodle fo today

[amorre1989]

lovely love letters

pairing: Spencer Reid; reader

word count: 3,4k

content: after a shared night with your sweet boyfriend Spencer, you wake up alone at his apartment and allow yourself to snoop around his apartment

mornings in your boyfriend's apartment were different. The feeling of the soft and a little sweated bedsheets combined with the smell of his skin was the closest you've been to heaven.

You had just woken up at Spencer's apartment removing the Spencer's part.

He left early in the morning, two hours before you, leaving a sweet hot kiss on your lips while you were sleeping (something you've assured him you didn't mind at all when he confessed to you that you looked adorable when you were sleeping, and that he always had to control himself from kissing you on the lips).

Leaving the bed was easy, you finally, after a long time, woke up with energy. Sleeping with Spencer has always given you an amazing dose of oxytocin, a hormone of happiness that is released while having physical contact and is related to the relationships (explained by who else than the amazing Dr Reid).

You walked your way to the kitchen, where on the coffee machine a sticky note was in the front of it, with instructions of how to use it, you left it to the side making the wrong assumption that you knew how to use a coffee machine, to seconds later hold it between your fingers and read it with a smile on your lips.

When you finally made your coffee you took a selfie holding the sticky note along with a text saying "thank you baby, i underestimated your gesture", you drank your coffee while sitting on the floor next to the opened window you allowed yourself to touch. It felt embarrassing, almost wrong to be at someone's place and touching everything you needed for the day, but Spence had made sure of letting you know you were free to do as you pleased while he was absent.

"I'm glad it did. how's your morning going?" Spencer's voice sounded in your head while reading the 40 minute late message, it's alright, you thought.

"very good baby, I'm sitting on the floor while drinking coffee" you said, not even thinking it was forbidden or anything.

"on the floor? I have plenty of comfy chairs, you know? and a sofa, and a bed" he texted back almost immediately. "why are you on the floor? does your back hurt again? I'll give you a message with oils when I get back, yeah? :)" he says, you can only pay attention to your smile being attacked by your teeth and the tickle you felt lower from your tummy. All those things he would do would always make you feel grateful for being his, and the fact that you, a well educated girl, was having breakfast in a house where the host was missing, was something you had to share with someone; you needed to tell someone you felt grateful for it, and who else better than your best friend?.

"I'll accept the massage with pleasure, baby...thank you for letting me stay at your place without you here...maybe it's dumb, but I feel grateful for it" you press the button "send" followed by taking a final sip from the mug you had chosen as yours.

Twenty minutes had passed since you last texted your absent boyfriend, you were now focused on tidying the bed you shared last night and doing an examination of Spence's belongings.

You were about to leave the bedroom when you realized his light table had a little red something peeking out the cabinet, you opened it and your tensed eyebrows relaxed by realizing it was a lollipop wrapper you made him try from your natal country, followed by little pieces of paper and napkins where you had written things to him before and doodled dumb things like his name or spirals, even a not too successful attempt of making a cute Snoopy followed by a "I suck at drawing" from you.

You sat on the floor for god knows how long, examining everything that was in that sweet little drawer. From candy wrappers to used napkins with your brown lip liner that had stained his cheek uncountable times as well. With little pictures you've printed for him of you both, flowers you had given him that were now dry and pressed for a book (a tip you've taught him) and then paper sheets from a notebook you didn't recognize of him talking about...you!.

Your first meeting, your first date, your first dinner, your first "she's staying at my place tonight!", his first "I'm staying at her's tonight!" and more things you've marked as relevant as well.

When you finished looking through his drawer you couldn't help but feel bad about invading his privacy, but you were curious, and he knew it!.

You went to the kitchen and noticed he had texted you back with a "you know you're more than welcomed at my place princess, I'm glad you feel comfortable with staying with me at night and in the morning too, I'm happy to share my days with you" your heart started to feel bigger and your heartbeat feeling more present as well, why does he have to be so charming?.

When he got back home after a few hours that became days, you were already at your place, and your presence in his apartment a few days ago was easy to notice when he opened the door and saw it was tidy, along with your perfume that you probably (did) sprayed at his place. He left his bag and made himself comfortable before calling you to meet up to have a movie night, that was your thing, classical movies everyone should watch, and if not, were pointed as dumb.

When you got there minutes later, you greeted him with a smiling kiss while holding something in your hands.

"hello beautiful...what's that?" he says scrunching his eyebrows.

"it's my Spence box, I thought you had to see it" you say, smiling, and with peek of something else he couldn't describe instantly.

"Spence box?" he asks. You nod and sit on the floor next to the coffee table, next you start to show and explain to him all the little things you have saved from 'firsts'.

After a while, when both were already distracted with a movie and holding each other relaxed he says.

"did you peeked in my drawer?" while realizing pretty late that in fact, you did. His face addressed yours, with squinted eyebrows and eyes.

"no..." you mumbled silently while looking away from his face which was instantly replaced with the view of him above you, smiling demonically while attacking you with his slender fingers in your tummy, along with both of your laughs filing the air of his apartment which was already titled as your home.

[regressionschool]

daydreaming

Lillian sat hunched over her desk, the textbook open in front of her, highlighter in hand. Her brow furrowed as she reread the same paragraph for what felt like the tenth time. Chemical bonds... electron sharing... covalent… ionic... The words blurred together as her mind spiraled into a pit of stress.

“I just have to pass this final,” she muttered to herself, tapping the highlighter nervously against the page. “One last hurdle, and then I’m done. No more school, no more late-night cramming, no more—”´Her thoughts cut off as she exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple. She glanced at the clock. 2:43 p.m. Time was ticking by, and the pressure in her chest only grew. She closed her eyes, imagining herself walking across a stage, diploma in hand. Freedom, she thought, her lips curling into a faint smile.

But when she opened her eyes, something felt… off. Her notebook, once filled with neat notes and chemical equations, now had colorful doodles of flowers and stars scribbled across the pages. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, but the doodles stayed. Even her handwriting had shifted into bubbly letters that looked like a child had scrawled them.

She glanced around her room, but it wasn’t her room anymore. The sleek desk was now a low plastic table with rounded edges. The chemistry textbook had disappeared, replaced by a stack of picture books.

 Her chair had transformed into a booster seat, and the smell of baby powder lingered faintly in the air. Her heart raced. "What’s going on?" she whispered, clutching her pencil—a fat, rubbery crayon now—in her hand. The door creaked open, and Lillian froze. Her daddy—well, she always called him “Daddy” in bed, but not like this—peeked his head in, his warm smile as reassuring as it was patronizing.

"How’s my little grad doing?" he asked, stepping into the room. He wore a calm expression, as if nothing about this situation was strange. He knelt beside her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You’ve been working so hard."

“Daddy,” Lillian stammered, her voice soft and shaky. “I… I was studying for my finals. Chemistry. I was just���” Daddy chuckled and tapped the tip of her nose. "Silly goose. You’ve already graduated, remember? You graduated regression school last week. Now you don’t have to worry about anything big or scary ever again." He leaned closer, his eyes softening. "But you do look like you might need a change. Let’s see."

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[hxney-lemcn]

Late Night Chaos — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: you share your first kiss with Daisuke.

tw: idk, insecure reader?

a/n: this turned out kinda meh, starting to burn out, I'll start with the actual plot in the next one.

wc: 1.4k

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You hadn’t meant to peek. You honestly thought it was a book you forgot you brought. Well, that was until you noticed the leather book had no title, which you then assumed was a sketch book your parents gave you in a misguided attempt as a gift that somehow ended up in your book pile. But when you opened it you realized you were sorely mistaken, sketches of pokemon, digimon, and the crew littered the pages. This was Daisuke’s sketch book. Not only was it because no one else on board would draw pokemon (as far as you knew), but the farther into the book you went, the more the pages were just filled with images of you. Whether it be just little stick figures of you and Daisuke holding hands, or full on detailed sketches of your face, all the way to your name doodled on the corners with his last name (or vice versa). 

Oh gosh, you felt like a monster. You weren’t supposed to be seeing these. Daisuke must've left it in your room by accident and here you were paging through it without his permission. You were a terrible partner. Snapping the book close, you squeezed your eyes shut. Why the hell did you keep looking? Damn you and your curiosity, you broke a boundary that you only hoped could be mended. 

With determination to make this right, you marched out of your room, the small book clutched to your chest. Thankfully it wasn’t too late, you had just been getting ready for sleep when you stumbled upon it after all. Honestly, it was surprising Daisuke wasn’t with you already, the two of you shared a room more often than not these days. It wasn’t a far walk to his rooms, everyone's sleeping quarters were close to each other. Knocking on his door, you didn’t have to wait long, the open door revealing Daisuke with his gameboy in hand.  “Hey,” You greeted.

“Hey,” He replied back, glancing up at you before quickly looking back at his game. “Jus’ give me a sec. I’m almost done with this level.”

“Okay,” You murmured, shuffling over to sit on his bed. That made Daisuke paused for a second, glancing at you once again and noticed your nervous expression. Biting his lip, he let out a groan when the game let out the familiar sound of losing, you had unintentionally distracted him and he failed again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tossed the handheld console to the side, plopping down next to you. He needed a break anyways, he had been trying to beat that level for thirty minutes straight.

“What’s up?” Diauke asked, tilting his head to get a better look at you.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized, holding his sketchbook out to him. “I didn’t realize it was yours and I looked through it. I should’ve stopped when I realized it wasn’t mine but I kept looking. I am so sorry.”

Taking the book from your hands, Daisuke put it to the side and instead gently grabbed your hands, a small smile tugged at his lips, “Hey, it’s alright. I don’t mind, not that big of a deal.”

You paused, staring at him, eyes wide and slightly confused, “You’re not angry? Aren’t those personal? I went through your stuff.” It was like you were trying to justify your guilt, not able to accept the fact that you had probably over thought the whole ordeal. Not able to accept the fact that you could be forgiven so easily. Why wasn’t he angry? Or annoyed? Sure, he always seemed laidback and carefree, but he was still human. You had seen him insecure, and bummed out, it wasn’t out of the wheelhouse to see him at least peeved as well. 

“It was an accident,” He shrugged, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “And it’s mostly just silly doodles, nothing to get upset about. I’d let you look at them if you asked…or even give you a few.”

“There seemed to be a few personal ones,” You murmured, hands tightening around his own, but your argument sounded weak even to you. 

Letting go of your hands, Daisuke opened his sketch book and flipped to an image of you with little hearts surrounding it, a mischievous grin on his face, “You mean the ones like this?”

You opened your mouth, face warming at how nonchalant he was about it. Glaring at him you huffed, “I can’t stand you.”

“Is it a crime to draw the one you love?” Daisuke asks dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. 

“Yes,” You responded in a deadpan tone. 

With a pout, he replied, “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting to draw something pretty.” 

Giving in to your impulses, you leaned forward and smooshed his cheeks in between your hands, “You can’t just say things like that and get away with it.”

Daisuke merely giggled, grin brightening under your palms. This was supposed to ease your cute aggression, not make it worse, but it seemed you still didn’t have a full understanding of your emotions. Perhaps you never will fully understand it, but what you did know was that you were going to make him pay for his crimes. 

Leaning forward, you place a short kiss on his forehead. Your heart jumped when you made eye contact, his brown eyes shining, watching you in awe. It pushed you to go further, moving your palms from squishing his cheeks to holding his jaw, assaulting his face with fluttering kisses. You made sure you didn’t miss an inch, stomach twisting in knots at how much affection you were sharing, but also feeling oddly content. When you finished, you pulled away enough to make eye contact once more. 

Daisuke felt his heart pound in his chest, his cheeks warm and eyes wide in awe. You had been pretty reserved in your relationship so far, not that he minded. You were clearly out of your depth, unsure how to accept and offer physical affection, but your kind actions and words showed how much you cared. Although he was also new to the whole dating thing, being affectionate with you had become second nature to him. Having you not only act first, but cross a boundary neither of you dared to cross took his breath away and made him feel all melty. 

Sure, you hadn’t kissed him on the lips, but neither of you had done more than hold the other. The feeling of your lips continued to warm his skin, and he couldn’t help but wish you just laid one on him, but he also respected your wishes. If you weren’t ready for that, he wouldn’t push. He wanted you to go at your own pace since you were clearly more uncertain in the relationship. 

“You missed,” Daisuke teased, watching you with a warm gaze.

Pouting Scowling, you smooshed his cheeks again, causing him to laugh. Your blood thrummed in your ears, your heart speeding up and you continued to feel more confident in your actions. You glanced down at his lips, should you…? Was that him giving you the okay? Were you even ready for that?

Apparently tonight was a night of acting instead of thinking for you. Relaxing your hold on his face, you placed the shortest peck on his lips in recorded human history. Daisuke barely felt it, but it still made his breath hitch. You had actually kissed him, lip to lip, the whole smoocharoo. You stared at each other, wide eyed and hearts beating in tandem. Such a simple moment for some was world changing for you both.

“Can…can we do that again?” Daisuke whispered, scared to break the atmosphere.

You nodded, a shaky okay spilling from your lips. It was Daisuke’s turn to act first, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips in a light kiss. You press your lips to his a bit firmer, but your inexperience shows as you're left unsure how to proceed. You felt a bit embarrassed, but it was hard to keep that thought as Daisuke smiled so much you ended up having to pull away. 

“We gotta work on that,” He muttered, his grin betraying his giddiness. 

“I think you just want more kisses,” You murmured back, feeling your heart skip a beat. 

“Can you blame me?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Must be your lucky day then.”

“The luckiest.”

[milkypompon]

Chapter 1 | Midnight Musings

pairing: Marc Spector x Reader (implied Steven Grant x Reader, implied Jake Lockley x Reader)

summary: Even after a year living with Steven and Jake in the headspace, Marc struggles to quiet the buzzing chatter. He finds himself frequenting Coffee for Two, a place where brewing roasts fill the air and the cookies are as sweet as the barista.

content: coffeeshops, fluff, innuendo (thanks to Jake), poor shy and tired Marc who just needs his drink

wc: 1.2k

a/n: HELLO Moon Knight luvers!! I'm sweeping out this fic since I've had it around for some bit!

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Working the closing shift has its disadvantages… and occasional perks. 

People weave in and out of the café from the crack of dawn, then scurry away when the moon is at its highest. Rarely did they stay to settle down on the rickety chairs late into the night, ever so eager to drag themselves home after a long day.

You hardly remember the customers’ faces, usually down-turned with a sour look of annoyance on their phones who impatiently tap their shoe on the wooden floors. 

The man in front of you with waves of hair swept back to reveal his gruff demeanor, albeit a ruggedly handsome one, wasn’t any different from the others. Yet, you try to catch his eye as he sends a text. 

“You work the late hours like me?” You ask and crack a smile, immediately regretting it after realizing how wry it must’ve appeared from your exhaustion. 

He merely grunts in confirmation.

You clear your throat and idly tap your fingers on the granite countertop. “What can I get for you then?”

“Just a cup of coffee. Make it black.” He retrieves a leather wallet from his jacket pocket and pulls out a few quid in exchange for the kick of energy he desperately needs. 

“Your name?”

“Marc.” 

You whisper his name to yourself before reaching beside you to grab a paper cup and scrawling it on there.

Marc watches you catch your bottom lip between your teeth in fierce concentration as you doodle a smiley face next to his name. He wonders if you did this for every customer or if it was a way to keep yourself awake.

Before you made your last mark, you saw him through your peripheral vision staring at you intently. Usually, customers appreciate the little pick-me-up from the drawings you made. You inwardly wince for holding him up. “Sorry, you must be in a hurry”. You quickly cap the pink Sharpie and toss it into a small ceramic pot filled with other writing utensils. 

Marc notes how some were more appropriate or journaling, like the bright glitter pens, than for work. But it was well-loved all the same since it was nearly flatlining from use. 

“I’ll have it out for you in a minute.”

He shook his head, the black locks of curls bouncing slightly. “No rush, really.”

You situate yourself behind the coffee machine, tinkering with the buttons and opening the wrinkled bag of coffee beans. The warm scent permeates the air, even more so when the brown liquid dribbles into the cup. You quietly sigh in relief at the simplicity of the process. You’ve had a fair share of blended and iced drinks often brought back to the counter by unamused customers, claiming that it didn’t taste the same as last week even though there was a clear-cut recipe list plastered in front of your face when you made their orders. 

You carefully fiddle the cap over the cup and hand it to Marc with a tired smile. 

Marc felt your fingers brush along his. It was warm, but he wasn’t sure if it was just from the coffee. Regardless, he nodded in thanks and was soon swallowed by the darkness as he left to sip his coffee at nearly 1 a.m.

The London weather constantly nipped at his fingertips. 

He curses under his breath and shoved his free hand into his jacket pocket. He longed to settle back into his flat and curl up into layers of blankets, which was truthfully a sorry excuse for warmth because of the godawful heater he just couldn’t find the time to fix. His mind drifted to your touch, it was light, brief if anything. But it sparked a warmth that a blanket or a cup of coffee couldn’t quite satiate. 

A snarky voice filled his headspace, Fuckin’ touch starved.

Marc rolled his eyes. Shut your damn mouth, Lockley. 

He crosses the road, not bothering to look left or right, there’s only him, the moon, and some bloke smoking a dying cig by a closed convenience store. When he squints he saw Steven picking at the loose threads of his shirt in the window. 

Quite a looker with a pretty voice. 

Marc sighs in response, Not you too. 

He takes one last gulp at the bitter drink before raising it over the tin can filled with other rubbish. The streetlamp’s yellowish light caught your handiwork on the cup, his name with half a smiley face messily written with your pink Sharpie. He chuckled at the unfinished doodle, remembering how your eyes widened when you realized he was watching you closely. 

Like a deer caught in the headlights, Steven remarked.

Marc chuckles at his words.

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It was another closing shift. 

You begrudgingly accepted it from your coworker who reminded you with a smirk that the pastries behind the glass was up for grabs the moment you flipped the “closed” sign by the window. Anyone with half a mind would have sticky hands for the chocolate croissant dusted with powdered sugar. Just the thought of warming it up in the oven toaster as you wipe the counters and stocked the shelves with mugs made you a little hungry. 

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to be eating sweet treats considering the time, but said sweet treats were going straight into the rubbish-bin if you didn’t house them in your stomach. 

You happily hum a familiar tune you heard on the tube while sliding the glass door separating you and your beloved reward for the hard work.

A pleasant jingle of a bell rang over the front door abruptly ending your monotonous tasks.

You toss your head over your shoulder. “Sorry, we’re closed—” 

The same man (Marc, was it?) nods down in apology for entering after hours. He truly was a man of few words.

“Oh! It’s you. I was afraid you were a customer with a complicated drink coming in at the last second.” You dusted your fingers down the seams of your apron and beckoned him inside. “But, it’s the same as last night?”

Marc runs his fingers through the tufts of his curls, the strands wrapping around each finger. You wondered what it felt like. The thought in passing rises to the forefront of your mind. It left as quickly as it came when you hear him call your name after reading it across the embroidered stitching of your apron.

The corners of his mouth turn up in amusement, hardly an exchange for pleasantries, but it was more than what he’d given before. He slides a few quid on the counter. “Yeah, coffee. Black.” 

You pluck your pink Sharpie and begin to write his name on it. After a few quiet moments of gurgling from the machine, you hand the cup to him. 

He furrows his eyebrows.

You quip with a grin. “Did I manage to mess up the easiest order known to man?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“You didn’t draw on it this time.”

You almost laugh but the serious crease on his face was a testament to his genuine disappointment. “Well it wouldn’t be very good service if I didn’t complete my job, eh?”

His eyes shift to the glass covering the pastries as if seeing something you couldn't. “You wanna talk about good service?” A playful lilt tugs at his voice, almost unfamiliar. 

Before you can respond, he mumbles a thank you and scurries out of the cafe. 

Did he just flirt? And… get embarrassed?

I'd love to hear your thoughts and my inbox is always open for requests or if you want to chat!

[daisymbin]

hii! been obsessed with your writing lately. thank you for sharing with us!!

if it inspires you, i would love to see your interpretation of prompt 46 from the fluff prompt list ("you doodled hearts in my notebook again.") with university! chan.

always excited for your stories, take care!!

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fluff prompt #46: "you doodled hearts in my notebook again."

you had missed a lecture the day before, overwhelmed with assignments and life, and chan, being the helpful seatmate that he was, offered to lend you his notes. it wasn’t the first time he’d done it, but this time felt a little different.

you weren’t sure why, but when you took his notebook, you felt a little nervous, maybe because you'd always liked chan more than just a friend.

the next day, you returned the notebook, trying to act casual about it. “thanks again for letting me borrow it. i swear, i’ll catch up on everything soon,” you said, handing him his notes with a small, apologetic smile.

chan took the notebook with a bright grin, always more than happy to help. “don’t worry about it. you can borrow it again if you need it.”

“you’re too nice,” you said, giving him a teasing look.

“only because you’re my favorite study buddy,” he joked, though the words slipped out a little more naturally than he intended.

later that night, chan found himself finally sitting down with the notebook after a long day, eager to check if you had caught up on the material. but when he opened it, he was caught off guard.

there, scattered across the pages, were little hearts doodled around his name.

he let out a breath, half-laughing in disbelief. again?

this wasn’t the first time it had happened. months ago, when he had lent you his notebook for the first time, you had drawn hearts around his name, and he had been so embarrassed that he didn’t even mention it to you. it seemed like a one-time thing. but now, here it was again—little hearts marking his name, just as sweet as before.

chan’s fingers traced over the doodles as his heart began to race. he tried to convince himself that it didn’t mean anything. maybe you just liked drawing hearts. but deep down, he wondered—was this your way of telling him something?

the next day, chan sat next to you in class, unable to hide his small grin. you sat down next to him, but he was already focused on his notebook, pretending to take notes, though his mind was completely elsewhere.

you looked at him, wondering why he was being so quiet. finally, after a few moments, he spoke up, his voice light but teasing.

“you doodled hearts in my notebook again,” chan said, his eyes playful as he watched you.

you blinked in confusion. “what? i did?” you stammered, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

chan nodded, turning his notebook toward you, showing you the page where your hearts were still drawn around his name.

“you did. and this isn’t the first time either,” he added, his voice softer now, like he was trying to understand. “didn’t you do this before, a long time ago?”

your face flushed a bright shade of red. “i—I didn’t even realize I did it,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “it’s just... a habit.”

chan’s lips curled up into a soft smile as he watched your nervous reaction. “you really don’t realize it, huh?” he teased gently.

you sighed, trying to laugh it off. “nope, no idea. i just doodle stuff when i’m bored, you know?”

but chan wasn’t buying it. he leaned in a little closer, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “are you trying to tell me something with all these hearts? or is it just a coincidence?” he asked, voice dropping slightly.

your heart raced, and you nervously fiddled with the hem of your shirt, avoiding his gaze. “what do you mean?” you asked, feigning ignorance even though you could feel your face getting hotter by the second.

chan raised an eyebrow, his playful smile growing. “are you trying to tell me something? like… maybe you have a crush on me?” he asked, his voice light and teasing, though there was an edge of curiosity behind it.

your mouth opened and closed as if you were searching for the right words, but nothing came out. the teasing in his tone made you even more flustered, and you struggled to think of something to say.

you managed to mumble, suddenly feeling way too exposed, “it’s just… hearts, right? i always doodle hearts. no big deal.”

chan couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up inside him. “right, just hearts. everywhere. around my name,” he repeated, his voice a little more teasing this time.

you huffed, clearly embarrassed. “okay, okay! maybe i got carried away,” you admitted, now trying to hide behind your notebook. “it’s just something i do when i’m bored. no hidden meanings, promise.”

chan’s grin softened, and he looked at you with a more genuine curiosity. “are you sure?” he pressed, his voice lowering slightly. “because, you know, you can tell me anything.”

you bit your lip, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. “it’s really nothing,” you whispered, but you weren’t sure if you believed that anymore.

chan studied your face for a moment, his smile softening into something more tender. “well, if there’s something you want to tell me... i’m all ears,” he said, his tone sincere.

you didn’t know what to say to that, so instead, you just sat there, lost in his eyes for a moment longer than you should have. but chan could see it all, the way you were looking at him, it was the same fondness he had in his eyes when he looks at you. he wonders if you can see the fondness in his eyes.

“well,” chan said softly, his smile still there but with a little more sincerity, “maybe i’ll just take it as a sign that you like me too.”

your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened,"too"?

chan watches as the pieces of puzzles slowly click in your head before you let out a small smile

“you think so?”

chan nodded, his voice playful yet serious. “i think it’s pretty obvious.”

and for the first time, you smiled at him without hiding. maybe there was something more to the doodles after all.

[childotkw]

I’d love to read a dark Harry fic (but like a good one). Would you ever consider writing a dark Harry? Like riddle persuades Harry to join his dark side? Maybe they went to school together or something… or just any other hp/tr fics tbh I love your work sm xx

I might pinch the beginning of Dig Two Graves for this one, but I was thinking -

Harry and Tom attended Hogwarts together, and their rivalry was the stuff of legends. They pushed each other to new heights, nipping at the other’s heels in each class, and the teachers despaired as much as they celebrated the wonders it did for the boys’ grades.

Both mistreated orphans, both from old, respected families (though it takes time for Tom to find his), both powerful halfbloods.

Their differences only just outshone their similarities.

Everyone agreed - quietly, of course, because heaven forbid one of them hears - that if fate had been kinder, Harry Potter and Tom Riddle would have been the best of friends.

And the funny thing? They actually were.

In between their sniping and duels and mean smiles, these two boys succumbed to the draw they felt to each other. Orbiting, never quite colliding but still basking in the presence of the only other one in the world that seemed to see them.

They kept it hidden. Something special, private. A friendship they treasured but were unwilling to share with the world because it was theirs.

Late nights studying in the library turned to idle plans of their future. The places they would travel to, the magics they would learn.

Harry doodled maps and routes they would follow on the backs of his parchment. Tom daydreamed of the power he would wield and the Harry-shaped shadow that was forever at his side.

But they were young, and stupid, and good things never lasted for people like them.

Myrtle Warren died in an accident, and Tom panicked.

He then made a mistake that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Harry was sent to Azkaban for murder, and Tom was the one who put him there.

Across the channel, Gellert Grindelwald awakened from the most vivid prophetic dream he had ever experienced. He’d laid there gasping, still blinking away the spots in his vision from the duel with Albus that he lost -

And filled with the bone-deep certainty that he needed to find a boy called Harry Potter.

With the future still ringing in his ears, with the whispers and warnings from Death - not the concept, not the idea, but the being itself - coiling through his mind, Gellert accepted what he must do.

At the very least, he mused, dropping back into his bed and waiting for the pounding of his heart to settle, Albus would never anticipate this.

-

Three months later, Harry Potter vanished from his cell in Azkaban.

Two years later, Gellert Grindelwald was defeated in battle, clutching his first, original wand.

Ten years later, Tom Riddle returned to Britain, ready to seize the power he had always dreamed of.

And two days after that, the remnants of Grindelwald’s Acolytes, long thought to be disbanded and destroyed, launched an attack on the British Ministry of Magic.

Led by Grindelwald’s apprentice.

And he had waited over a decade to submit his complaint to the Wizengamot.

[mrsackermannx]

how couples stay connected | g satoru

1.2k | MDNI | tags: consensual somnophillia, established relationship, loverboy gojo/ female reader, not beta read.

Satoru was weak for your love. He was utterly besotted with you and he pouted when you didn’t give him enough attention. So, naturally, love poured into everything he did.

His little notes he left in your work diary, the doodles of you both on the kitchen whiteboard, the sweet sing song voice messages, the thoughtful gifts he sent when he was away and otherwise and everything in between.

This year he’d implemented something new to keep you both connected even when you were both busy with your various other lives, your career, and his. He’d wanted to leave something behind, a medium between you both and your love, your message notebook.

You both wrote various things, Satoru wrote things like…

“I gave you extra kisses before I left this morning because you looked so cute!”

“Let’s go out for dinner this weekend? Yeah?”

“I have a meeting with Nanami this afternoon, ahhhh.”

Yours looked like.

“Then I’ll give you extra tomorrow.”

“Friday at 6pm?”

“Invite Nanami over for dinner after!”

For the more important things like finalising plans and communication you generally texted and called everyday anyway, and you always made time for each other between your busy schedules. Though recently things had been busy, in his world and yours, you felt the cool pages of the loved notebook’s pages more than his hands on your skin, you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up with him there.

So before you sleep, you scribble something in the notebook you’d normally send in a text and make your way to bed. A sheer silk negligee adorns your figure, a royal blue, low-cut, thin straps. Over the years you and Satoru had experimented sexually in every way under the sun, some things stuck, and other things didn’t.

Satoru knew he had a pretty sight waiting for him at home, based purely on his instinct alone.

It was a late Friday night and Satoru had come home seeking you immediately but was met with the unexpected sight of your message notebook splayed open on the kitchen counter.

If you’re not too tired, why don’t you wake me up with something special <3

He giggled to himself, rushing to your shared bedroom he exhaled at the sight before him. You were asleep atop of the sheets, legs wrapped around a pillow, negligee hitched up so the smooth plump globes of your behind caught the lights of the city through the penthouse window. Not only that, your breasts were spilling out, begging for him to kiss them.

“So you want me to have a little fun tonight, baby?”

You must have been tired from the week you had because you didn’t even stir.

He neared you carefully, distributing his weight on the mattress as such to not wake you. He carefully trailed his hands over the swells of your curves, slowly removing the pillow from between your legs he hissed at the sight of your pussy.

He suddenly remembered how hungry he was. He slid his hands under the negligee and grasped your breasts, pressing a slow, wet kiss to your cunt until you whined in your sleep. “So perfect for me sweetness, just like always.”

He kissed along your bare arms, trailing his nose until he reached your neck and took in the sweet natural scent of your skin. It always calmed him so, then his large hands were tugging down your negligee so he could suck and kiss at your tits. He guided down the straps until he lost his patience and just tugged it until it split perfectly down the centre and revealed your perfect body.

He kissed down the centre of you, until he reached your pussy once more, throwing your thighs over his shoulders and slotting your hand into his hair. He moaned your name into your sex when he found you already wet and he swiped his tongue to drink in your sweetness. He repeated the motion again and again, bathing your clit in his saliva like a salve until your breath was uneven.

As he purred your name you remained asleep, thighs squeezing around his head until something snapped in you and you started bucking your hips into his face. “My god, oh my, baby, that’s it, give me my pussy. Such a good girl, such a good pussy, huh? Doing the work?”

In seconds he couldn’t speak but he could whimper as you were grinding your slick cunt against his face, his nose, his lips, his tongue. You covered every part of his face in your essence and it was driving him crazy, his name fell from your lips everytime he suckled on your clit but he left you completely to your own devices.

But when he knew you were close he pulled away with another idea in mind. He quickly freed himself of his clothes, and pumped his large, strained cock in one hand, precum was spilling out with every stroke, hot and impatient. He slapped your cunt with the tip of his cock and watched the way your brows knitted, hands darting out in the dark and hooking around him.

He slid himself up and down your slick folds, making a mess of you all the while, with languid bucks forwards he rubbed his cock up and down your pussy. The throbbing heat of him heavy on your stomach, and tortuously so good against your cunt you started to make the most precious and whined sounds in your slumber.

“Satoru,” you finally whimpered. “Gonna…give it to me?” You mumbled. “Always, always teasing baby…Keep me warm.”

“I got something warm for ya,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your brow until you hummed his name out incomprehensibly.

He slid his cock up and down your slick folds, breathless now as he gasped at your reactions, “Oh my, baby, do you want it? Do you need my cock in your pretty little pussy?”

“Satoru? Please,” you groaned.

“Sweetheart?” He slid his cock in a few inches and stopped, rubbing the swollen nub of your clit. “D’ya need more?”

Your eyes slowly flickered open, and you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips and wrapping your thighs right around him, “Toruu.”

“Yes baby? You looked so gorgeous that I couldn’t resist,” he purred, “Ready to be fucked?”

You nodded, cupping his nape with your eyes alight with nothing but lust as you leaned your hips up until he was fully sheathed. He practically growled, shoving your hips down and fucking you so hard back the entire floor rocked. He knocked the breath from your lungs in a single motion. “Got my message then huh?”

“Oh yeah,” he moaned, “Put those legs where I can see em.”

You both giggled as he folded up your legs, fucking you with more of that ruthless precision he was too good at. You snuggled into his neck, your bodies pressed together. The intimacy was what you’d craved so long it was driving you insane. “You’re so warm, Toru.”

“Missed me?”

“Always.”

His lips were on yours with an urgency that made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. His hands threaded through yours and he groaned into your mouth, the sweet words vibrating down your throat. I. Love. You.

[bowofachilles]

Roommate Heartbreak Protection Squad

KIM TAEHYUNG X FEM!READER | commissions

summary: as his roommate, it was Taehyung's job to make sure Jungkook doesn't date you and break your heart. Surely there's no other ulterior motive to his jealousy. | tae being chaotic AS FUCK.

"You stole my pasta."

There were many ways to greet an intruder, but you were already late to class and hungry as hell, so when you saw a dark-haired stranger in your couch, your first instinct had been to look at what he had been eating.

"Sorry, Tae said I could help myself to whatever in the fridge." The man, who you now recognized as Jeon Jungkook, said apologetically.

You blinked. Your roommate's assortment of friends always caught you by surprise, especially since Kim Taehyung did not look like an extrovert. He was smart, sweet and shy but his friends shared no quality with him or among themselves. For example — the always broody but secretly soft Yoongi, the class clown Hoseok, the future valedictorian Jin, and so many more, including the college heartthrob Jungkook — who just so happened to be staring right at you.

"Did you want this back?" he asked in confusion, handing the plate over to you.

"No, you can have it," you said plainly, heading over to the counter to make yourself a cup of coffee. "Where's Taehyung? Did you stay the night?"

A choking sound.

"I take that as a no?"

"I am not fucking Tae Y/N, please!"

"You know my name?"

"I make it my mission to know all girls." You caught a gleam of his smile from the cupboard glass reflection and you rolled your eyes.

"Do you want coffee? I'm running late but I left the kettle on. Or save it for Tae — oh, for god's sake." You had accidentally dropped your bags, and the books came spilling out. Even with his mouth full of pasta, Jungkook came over to help pick them up.

"Art Through the Ages?" he asked, looking pleasantly surprised.

You blinked. "Must be my friend's book. You're an artist?"

"Kind of, I draw in my free time. I'm always doodling but lately, I've grown affectionate to canvas art."

You tiled your head to one side, trying to imagine him with a brush in his hands. It was hard, seeing as he was in his basketball jersey almost every time you saw him on campus.

"I even almost submitted a copy of my favorite painting to the campus, you know, for the Artists Ensemble. Like I'm gonna win the competition, pfft." He sounded a bit wistful. You noticed he was very easy to talk to, possibly because he was a Class A Yapper.

"You should have submitted," you said, standing up. "Even if you're going to lose, who's going to know?"

With that, you were out the door, waving your hand in goodbye. Jungkook was surprised.

Taehyung walked in a few moments later to find a gleaming Jungkook. "I love your roommate."

"You what?!"

Jungkook just threw his hands over his friend, leading him out of the apartment.

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Jungkook liked Y/N? But she's not even his type! Why would he even like her?

Questions like this flew through Taehyung's head throughout the first two hours of class, where he would look at you sitting a few seats away, then at Jungkook. It was confusing really, but Taehyung felt a pang of annoyance every time the former laughed too loud or cracked a joke, all of which he usually does.

Out of everyone who could have liked Y/N, why did it have to be him? With his perfect smile and perfect flirting, girls adored him. And all of them regretted it a month or two after, because that's when their relationship usually gets over. Jungkook wasn't a player, he had far too much heart to ever be one — but he loved relationships only for the love of it. If he wasn't romanticizing life every few seconds and actually got to know the other person, he could form a connection with them. But Jungkook was far too busy skipping around and being impulsive. He was sweet, but he was not cut out for serious relationships yet.

In short, Y/N can never date him, Taehyung decided firmly. He knew you were strong and capable of dealing with these things, but he was just starting to get close to you, and what kind of roommate would he be if his best friend broke your heart? Wouldn't you hate him?

I'm such a good friend, he thought to himself obliviously.

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Kim Taehyung usually stayed clear of you while you were on campus. He had his friends and you had your own, so other than the occasional small talks, you guys didn't come across as close friends.

Which was why it was surprising when he strolled over to you on lunch break with a tray in his hand.

"Hi," he said, sounding like he already regretted coming over.

"Hey Tae, what's up?" you asked, moving away from your group.

"I was wondering if — if I could talk with you for a moment? I've had confusions in Philosophy."

"I- I don't take that class," you said, then connected the dots. His friends were nowhere in sight so maybe he was just lonely and wanted to spend time with you. It was sweet and you couldn't let him down. Not when he was looking at you with those puppy eyes. "But if you're not busy, care to join me for lunch?"

He looked relieved. "That'd be great."

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"So what's up?" you asked, taking a bite of the apple.

"The girl you hang out with, Sarah? Is she seeing anyone?" he asked, hands folded in front of his food.

You were caught off guard.

"Uhm, no? Why, do you like her?" you asked, trying to keep that hint of bitterness at bay.

So what if you had a small crush on your roommate? It wasn't your fault your roommate happened to look gorgeous all the time. 'Handsome' doesn't do him justice. He was pretty like the flowers he took care of. He was kind enough to get you food when you feel down, he never intruded on your privacy, he kept the apartment clean and no matter what time it was, he never failed to look adorable. Of course, it would make sense he would like Sarah! Sarah who was beautiful and smart and—

"What no, Jimin likes her," Taehyung said plainly. He wasn't meeting your eyes, like he was lying. Or hiding something.

"That's why you wanted to talk? Sarah and Jimin?"

"You don't think it'll work out?"

"No, it might but—"

"And, I want to apologize if Jungkook was making you uncomfortable in the morning." He was watching you closely now, hardly blinking.

"Uncomfortable?"

"He's very flirty with everyone he sees."

"Oh," you furrowed your eyebrows. "Well, he didn't say anything that crossed the line. He was quite nice to me, don't worry."

"Nice?" Taehyung sat up straighter. "Do you like him then?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's alright if you do. Everyone does! I sometimes think Mrs. Mahey wouldn't have given him an A if he didn't give her compliments all the time."

"Wait—"

"You like him, don't you?"

"I didn't know this was an interrogation!" you said, putting the apple down. "Now that I think about it, Jimin is already talking to that one blonde girl in the art department."

"Look, it's none of my business." His eyebrows scrunched up in a cute frown. "Actually, it is. Jungkook is my best friend and he would fuck a troll if he could get the chance—"

"Excuse me?" You stood up, not even caring about lunch. "You did not just compare me to a troll!"

Kim looked alarmed. "Of course I didn't! I just meant I should know if I woke up one day and saw my best friend eating your—"

He couldn't finish his sentence because you had already spilled your water on his face. It got into his mouth and he was busy coughing it out to notice you were leaving.

"Asshole." You said under your breath.

"Pasta!" He yelled, but to no avail. "I meant eating your pasta Y/N, for fuck's sake!"

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Taehyung had an entire day to himself to realize just how much he fucked up. But the nail in the coffin came about half past four, when Hoseok found him after History class.

"Party at Jungkook's and you're coming," he said, easing his hand around Tae's shoulders. "Wear something not nerdy, there's girls there."

"I'm not sure, I have to sort some shit with Y/N first."

"Roommate trouble," he tsked. "It doesn't matter, you might see her at his place."

Taehyung stopped in his tracks. "Just why would that happen?"

"Well, he was searching for her earlier. Something about going out after class. So you wouldn't find her back at the apartment anyways."

"Going out? Why is he suddenly interested in my roommate??"

"Woah, woah," Hoseok looked at him closely. "Is that jealousy I see?"

Tae paled under his friend's gaze. Jealous? Him?

"Jungkook wouldn't date someone you like. Just tell him if you do!" He continued matter-of-factly.

Do I like Y/N L/N?

"Is there booze at the party?" Tae asked, giving up on his intricate thoughts.

"Is it a party if there isn't?"

"Then I'm definitely there."

Hoseok smiled. He didn't know what was going on with his friend, but he certainly didn't mind his sudden partygoing spirit.

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Jungkook's house was huge. Unlike all his friends, he had opted out of college apartments, and instead took a house for rent four miles away from the campus. Which means his house had always been the party spot.

Kim Taehyung hadn't see you or Jungkook so he made his way inside with Hoseok. He wondered if he had stepped into the set of Euphoria. The lights, songs and booze all supported the atmosphere, but he could hardly find Hoseok walking in front of him, let alone you, who could possibly be anywhere in that castle disguised as a house.

"TAE!" Jungkook appeared at his shoulder, holding out a drink. He had no shirt on, something all the girls and a few guys were eyeing — like he had cheesecake plastered over his abs. "You're here!"

Kim accidentally knocked down the drink. Something in him suddenly got very angry, and the sticky liquor down his brand new sweater didn't help the cause. Jungkook could have anyone he wanted. How dare he make a move on Y/N without clearing it by me first? What was to say you weren't in the building somewhere drunk out of your mind? Who's to say Jungkook didn't leave you alone with some assholes he always talks with?

"Where is she?" he asked, eyes blazing.

"Which she?" Jungkook asked in return, winking.

Kim Taehyung snapped.

Before knowing what he was doing, he shrieked, a sound so loud everyone could hear it over the music — and he pounced.

A very confused Jungkook fell to the ground with his friend on top of him. Taehyung didn't know any fighting techniques, nor did he want to hurt his friend, but he had to take the frustration out somehow. He took off his jacket and started slapping Jungkook's chest with it.

"Owh, what are you doing?" he asked, not knowing whether to be alarmed or fighting back.

"STOP BEING NAKED ALL THE TIME!" Kim yelled, with a final smack to his friend's head. "You're a WHORE, we get it. STAY AWAY FROM MY ROOMMATE!"

Hoseok, who was watching the scene unfold, laughed loudly. The sound brought Taehyung back to reality, about how ridiculous his reaction was, and how it looked more childish than manly.

Jungkook pushed him off, and stood up groggily. The audience around the two of them were openly sniggering. The former groaned and pulled Taehyung by his arm until they were both on the staircase, with people who didn't mind them because they weren't witnesses to their Saturday Night Live routine from below.

"ARE YOU HIGH?!" Jungkook yelled.

Kim was still breathing heavily. "I'm sorry for calling you a whore."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Do you want to catch me up on speed here?"

Taehyung hesitated, then told him about how he felt it weird that one of his best friends liked his roommate, how he didn't want you to get involved in his classic heartbreak drama. Jungkook had his mouth wide open by the end of it.

"It's not my business if you like her," Taehyung concluded, stuttering through his words, knowing he didn't mean any of it. "But if she goes out with you, you cannot treat her like one of your other girls, I mean it."

"Who. In. The. World. Said. I bloody LIKED HER??"

"You—?"

"That's a phrase! I like her does not mean I want to go out with her!" Jungkook appeared disheveled. "She encouraged me to send my art submission to the campus competition! I said I liked her because I'm insecure about my art and she assumed I had talent enough to have a chance!"

Taehyung's face drained of color. "Hoseok said you were out with Y/N—"

"I wanted her at the competition. Better to lose in front of a stranger than one of my best friends! Oh my god, you really do think I'm a whore."

"I—" Taehyung had never been at a loss of word like this before. He was embarrassed with a capital E.

"Come on! I'm getting you beside Y/N right now before you start sprouting more nonsense."

"DO NOT TELL HER ABOUT THIS!"

"How you physically assaulted me in my own house for her? You're damn right I'm telling her — now, where is she?"

Jungkook was sweet, but he looked rattled for good reason. Taehyung did the smart thing and slipped away from him while he was looking inside a room for Y/N. He didn't know where he was going, but he climbed up the stairs.

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The rules were simple.

Spin the bottle had its own take this time. There were serious couples in the group, so instead of kissing whoever the bottle landed on, there was one moderator who spinned all the bottles. The one it landed on had the option to kiss whoever they wanted, including their partners.

Yes, it was boring.

So far the odds of the bottle spinning to you were low to none, because the group was that huge, and you had only signed up for it because it had Rachel. Without her, you knew literally no one at the party, and the ones you did know were too knackered to know their own names.

You didn't regret coming out with Jungkook though. True, he didn't win, but seeing his art framed on a wall made him unbelievably happy. You realized there might be things about the college jock that was humane after all.

You glanced at the door to see a familiar wave of dark hair. Tae?

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"You know Jungkook may not like her," Hoseok whispered in Taehyung's ear. "But any guy in that circle would be kissing her if the bottle lands on them."

"Where the hell did you come from?" Taehyung asked, annoyed. "You've got to stop acting like a ghost."

"Look at her," Hoseok went on, ignoring him. "She doesn't know the minute it lands on some drunk guy, she's gonna wish she never came to the party."

"Shut up," Taehyung said, taking a drink from the nearby table. He downed it in one go and kept watching over the game.

He didn't notice your eyes gazing over to him every few minutes.

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Why's he at the party? Since when does he attend Jungkook's parties? you thought to yourself. Then again, I don't come here either. Maybe he came to apologize....?

The bottle had previously landed on the girl to your right, and she was passionately making out with her best friend. All the guys were watching with open mouths.

Taehyung had no right to interrogate me like that. As if I'd go after Jungkook, when at least three of my friends had their heart broken by him! Besides, if I'd have my heart broken, it would be with that idiot himself but he's too dense to realize that. Ugh.

"Y/N!" Rachel pulled you out of your thoughts.

"What?" you asked, looking down quickly to see whether the bottle was pointing at you. You sighed in relief when you realized it wasn't.

"Uhm," Rachel pointed at the bottle again. You followed her line of gaze and saw the guy it was pointing at.

The same drunk guy who had been ogling at you the whole night.

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"Told you," Hoseok said, nodding towards the guy leaning over the group to Y/N, who was frozen.

Taehyung felt an unexplainable anger for the tenth time that night. He took another shot from the passerby, then without hearing Hoseok's protests, walked over to the group.

He realized with disgust that the guy was already puckering up, while you were still frozen in shock. How can anyone see that expression and think they're comfortable in the current situation?

With just three drinks in, Taehyung's head was already floating around so he did the only solution he could think of at that moment.

He flew in front of you and met his own lips with the guy's. The latter's eyes flew open and let out a cry of alarm, pushing himself backward.

"TAEHYUNG!" you yelled in shock.

"Thought he wanted to kiss!" Tae let his hands up, but you had already stood up.

"Oh my god." You pulled him up by his shirt, then led him away from the shocked crowd. "Hope you liked the show!" You said to Hoseok on your way out.

"Oh I loved it," he replied over his shoulder. You groaned when you realized he might have recorded the whole thing.

"Just what did you think you were doing?" you started once you were out of everyone's earshot. "First you say I want to fuck your friend, then you follow me around like a stalker I—."

Before Kim could protest, you had enveloped him in a hug. He was taken aback. He didn't question it, just hugged you right back.

"Thank you," you murmured when you pulled apart, though you still sounded mad somewhere. Tae thought you sounded adorable.

"Anytime, though I'd appreciate if you don't bring yourself to a position where I have to kiss a guy to save you again." His grin faltered. "I'm sorry. About Jungkook. I know you don't like him, I was a jerk."

You gave him a thorough look over. "You smell like beer. Cheap beer."

"Is that a code? Am I forgiven?"

"Come on, let's go back to the apartment." You said, shrugging. "I'll make you a really disgusting hangover cure tomorrow morning."

He didn't move. You turned around and saw him contemplating.

"Y/N." Taehyung tilted his head to one side. I think I like you. Can I take you on a date? Can I be your boyfriend? "You look pretty."

You grinned. "Say it again when you're sober."

Taehyung hung his head to other side. "You'll be pretty then too."

Cheesy. But you liked it. The blush on your face had made that clear. You decided right then that if he didn't remember any of this tomorrow, you'd make him remember.

He'd probably deny all of it, but you were going to kiss the hell out of him either way.

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THE END

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commissions | kofi

[petrikovzz]

face reveal…

he’s literally so I’m your man by mitski listen guys. I saw a petrigrof animatic to that song months back when FAC released and it was my favorite thing for literal months. It’ll never leave my brain.

another magma doodle, thank you for all the love on my last art post 🫶 so happy to see people still enjoy AT/FAC, the brainrot is still very much there. late night post but idc, it’s been a long day but I felt like posting here before I go offline for the next few days to avoid tmp spoilers. thank you guys for sharing and liking my art it’s very appreciated!! good night gang 😴

me rn eating my pizza and watching jay from the kubz scouts while I kinshift before bed:

[miorrtae]

NEWS FLASH ᥫ᭡ TAEYEON SMAU

NF 16

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Y/N had been debating going live for hours, sitting alone in the cozy studio office SM had provided for her and the other members of Noémie. It was the day after the concert, and her phone hadn’t stopped buzzing with notifications—tweets, Instagram tags, and clips of last night’s performance circulating like wildfire. The fans had been electric, their energy fueling her through every second of the stage, and she couldn’t help but want to share that gratitude with them.

The room itself was warm and inviting, decorated with little touches from all the time she spent there. The faint smell of vanilla lingered from a candle she had burned earlier, and a plush blanket was draped over the small couch in the corner. On the wall behind her desk were framed photos from Noémie’s past performances, awards, and even a doodled poster from their trainee days.

Y/N adjusted the phone on her tripod, angling it just right before hitting the “go live” button. As soon as she greeted the fans, the comments started pouring in.

“Y/N! WE LOVE YOU!”

“THE CONCERT LAST NIGHT WAS PERFECT!”

“PLEASE TELL US HOW YOU’RE DOING!”

She smiled, her eyes crinkling as she leaned closer to the screen. “Hey, everyone! I missed you guys too. I thought I’d hop on for a bit since it’s been so busy lately. You all were so incredible last night; I don’t even have words for it. Thank you for being there and for all the love you’ve been sending today.”

The fans flooded her with questions about the setlist, the outfits, and how the group celebrated after the show. Y/N answered each one, her voice light and cheerful, though every so often, she’d pause to think about her answers.

“What was my favorite part of the concert?” she repeated, reading a comment. “Definitely the encore. Hearing you all sing back to us… it was magical. It’s one of those moments that stays with you, you know?”

Her gaze softened as she spoke, her sincerity shining through. She could tell her fans appreciated these little moments, the way they felt like they were sitting across from her in the studio, just talking.

Then, as the comments began to shift, one caught her eye: “What about Taeyeon? She was at the concert, right?”

Her cheeks warmed, but she played it off with a soft laugh. “You guys don’t miss a thing, do you? Yeah, Taeyeon sunbae-nim was there. She’s always so supportive. I think we all felt really encouraged knowing she was watching.”

Just as she was about to move on to another question, the studio door suddenly opened. Y/N froze mid-sentence, her eyes darting toward the sound. Before she could say anything, Taeyeon walked in, her presence immediately filling the room with a calm yet undeniable energy.

“Unnie?” Y/N asked, her voice surprised but soft.

Taeyeon didn’t respond right away. Instead, she crossed the room effortlessly, dressed casually in an oversized hoodie and joggers, her hair loosely tied back. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Y/N, pulling her into an embrace that felt far too intimate for the circumstances.

Y/N hesitated only for a second before melting into the hug, her arms slipping around Taeyeon’s waist. Her head rested on Taeyeon’s shoulder, and her smile widened, hidden in the fabric of Taeyeon’s hoodie. She closed her eyes briefly, letting the warmth of the moment settle over her. The weight of Taeyeon’s touch on her back and the faint scent of her perfume were grounding, as if nothing else in the world mattered but this quiet connection between them.

The fans, however, noticed everything. The chat erupted with chaos:

“WHO JUST WALKED IN???”

“IS THAT TAEYEON????”

“WHAT IS THIS HUG OMG.”

It wasn’t until Y/N opened her eyes and spotted the comments that reality came crashing back. Gently pulling away, though Taeyeon’s hands lingered on her arms, she cleared her throat, her face flushed.

“Unnie,” she whispered, tilting her head toward the phone. “I’m live right now.”

Taeyeon blinked, her brows raising slightly as she turned to look at the phone. Her lips curled into a sheepish smile. “Ah,” she murmured, her tone amused. “I didn’t know.”

Y/N bit back a laugh, quickly muting the live and turning off the camera. “You really just barged in like that, huh? Hugging me like—” she paused, her voice lowering—“like we’re not live with thousands of people watching.”

Taeyeon shrugged, entirely unbothered. “What can I say? I missed you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her heart skipped at the casual admission. “Lucky for you, they adore you already. Otherwise, I’d be in trouble for letting you crash.”

When she turned the camera back on, she smiled brightly at her audience. “Okay, okay, everyone. Yes, it’s Taeyeon unnie. She’s here. No, this wasn’t planned. Please calm down.”

Taeyeon leaned into the frame, resting her chin on Y/N’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Hi, everyone,” she greeted casually, waving a hand. “I promise I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

The fans, of course, went wild:

“TAEYEON UNNIE WE LOVE YOU!”

“THEY’RE SO COMFORTABLE TOGETHER OMG.”

“WHY DOES THIS FEEL SO INTIMATE.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she saw the fans’ reactions flood the screen. The warmth of Taeyeon’s presence, even as casual as it was, felt so comforting. The comments were all but confirming what she was already feeling—the ease between them was undeniable. She adjusted her posture, leaning slightly into Taeyeon, and grinned at the phone.

“Alright, alright,” Y/N chuckled, still trying to control the flutter in her chest. “You’re all freaking out, huh? But yes, this is Taeyeon unnie. She’s here to say hi, I guess.”

Taeyeon, not phased by the whirlwind of comments, winked playfully at the camera. “Hi, everyone. Sorry for the unplanned cameo. I didn’t mean to interrupt her livestream,” she said, the mischievous glint in her eyes making it clear she was far from apologetic.

Y/N’s laugh bubbled out, her hands gesturing toward the screen. “You know, you’ve really got them worked up.” She nudged Taeyeon’s arm with her elbow, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence again. Even though they weren’t speaking much, the stillness between them was comforting, a shared understanding that neither of them felt the need to explain. It was just how things were.

The comments didn’t stop. They were all over the place, a mix of affection and playful teasing.

“TAEYEON LOOKS SO COMFORTABLE WITH Y/N!!!”

“I CAN’T HANDLE THIS.”

“IS IT JUST ME OR DO THEY HAVE A SPECIAL VIBE GOING ON?”

“WHEN DID THIS TURN INTO A COUPLE STREAM?!”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “You guys really don’t miss a thing, do you? It’s not like that, I swear.” She turned to Taeyeon, her voice lowering, “Right?”

Taeyeon’s face softened with a quiet smirk, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with an intensity that was just a little more than casual. “Of course,” she said, but there was an almost imperceptible pause before she added, “It’s not like that at all.”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to ignore the little pang of uncertainty that flashed through her chest. She had always been so sure of their relationship—close, easy, uncomplicated—but now, in this moment, with the warmth of Taeyeon beside her and the fans’ playful comments echoing in the background, it felt like something more was slowly beginning to surface. The air between them, thick with quiet tension, made her wonder if maybe there was more to it than just comfort.

She shook the thought off, refocusing on the live. “Alright, let’s see what you guys are saying, huh?” She looked down at the phone, her fingers scrolling through the messages. “Okay, this one’s cute—‘Who’s more likely to steal the other’s snacks, Taeyeon or Y/N?’”

Taeyeon immediately chimed in, grinning. “Y/N, hands down. She’ll steal my chips without even blinking.”

Y/N laughed, nodding. “Guilty as charged. I have no shame about it.”

“THEY’RE SO IN SYNC OMG.”

“ARE THEY REALLY JUST FRIENDS?!”

“I CAN FEEL THE CHEMISTRY.”

Taeyeon chuckled softly, her hand instinctively brushing against Y/N’s back as she leaned in a little closer to the camera. It was a small gesture, but it made Y/N’s heart beat a little faster. The warmth of Taeyeon’s touch lingered there, and for a moment, the world outside their little bubble seemed to blur.

Taeyeon leaned back just a bit, her hand still resting gently on Y/N’s back. She casually nudged her with her elbow, and Y/N smiled softly, that familiar spark in her chest settling into something deeper. It wasn’t anything grand or dramatic—it was just them, sitting in the quiet space between words, the soft hum of the livestream and the gentle beat of each other’s presence filling the silence.

Y/N glanced at the camera again, scanning through the comments with a smile that didn’t quite leave her lips. She felt the fans’ energy through the screen, their love and excitement palpable, but she didn’t feel the need to respond to every single one. Instead, her attention drifted back to Taeyeon, who was quietly observing the chaos of the chat, her expression soft and unbothered.

Y/N shifted a little, letting herself lean into Taeyeon’s shoulder, and Taeyeon, almost instinctively, adjusted herself to make space for Y/N to settle comfortably. The move was simple, but it spoke volumes. No words were needed for either of them to know what the other wanted in that moment—just this, just the quiet comfort of being together.

“Did you see this one?” Y/N asked, holding up her phone to show Taeyeon a comment. “‘Who’s the better cook?’”

Taeyeon gave her a playful side-eye, her lips quirking up in a teasing smile. “Me, obviously,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she leaned in just slightly closer.

Y/N let out a soft laugh. “Really? I’m pretty sure you burned the toast last time.”

“Details, details,” Taeyeon replied with a shrug, not at all phased. “I’m a professional.”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N hummed, but the smile tugging at the corners of her lips betrayed her playful challenge. “We’ll see.”

The room fell into a companionable silence again, with the sound of their voices blending into the soft hum of the livestream, where the comments continued to flow in, unabated.

They sat there, leaning against one another in that quiet, unspoken way. Taeyeon’s hand shifted slightly on Y/N’s back, her fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of her hoodie, and Y/N found herself subconsciously leaning into that touch, as if it were second nature. Her breath felt a little steadier with Taeyeon nearby, the rhythm of her pulse slowing down to match the gentle, steady presence of her unnie.

The comments began to settle, the initial excitement from Taeyeon’s appearance fading into a more relaxed flow of messages.

“Y/N, you’re glowing today.”

“You two are so cute, I can’t handle it.”

“Are you guys really just friends? You look so natural together.”

Y/N caught sight of that last comment, her heart fluttering just a little bit. She glanced up at Taeyeon, her breath hitching for the briefest of moments before she let it out slowly. She wanted to say something, maybe reassure the fans with a joke or deflect the question, but there was something about the way Taeyeon was looking at her, the quiet connection in her gaze, that made her hesitate.

For a second, she wondered if Taeyeon felt the same—a little too much weight on those simple moments, like there was something more unsaid between them. Something deeper that neither of them had fully explored but both of them felt, subtly, quietly.

Taeyeon tilted her head slightly, as if reading Y/N’s mind. Her gaze softened, and she smiled—something soft, something intimate.

“You good?” Taeyeon asked, her voice light, but there was something in her tone that made Y/N pause.

Y/N nodded, a little breathless. She couldn’t quite find the words for whatever this was, but she didn’t need to. She felt it—deep in her chest, in the warmth of Taeyeon’s proximity and the comfort of her touch.

“Yeah,” Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just… good to be here with you.”

Taeyeon’s smile deepened, just a fraction. She didn’t say anything more, but her hand shifted from Y/N’s back to her shoulder, her fingers lightly brushing the soft skin of her neck. It wasn’t a gesture that meant anything other than familiarity, but to Y/N, in that moment, it felt like the whole world.

“Me too,” Taeyeon finally replied, her voice a little softer than usual, as if the space between them had somehow grown quieter, more intimate.

They both let the moment linger, not needing to fill the silence with words or explanations. It was enough, being here together, in this shared space where the outside world faded into the background, leaving only the soft buzz of their connection and the simple joy of being near each other.

Y/N adjusted the phone again, her fingers brushing against Taeyeon’s as she did so, the brief contact enough to make her heart skip a beat. She glanced at the chat again, seeing the messages continue to pour in, but this time, she didn’t rush to respond. She didn’t need to. It didn’t matter what the fans thought—right now, it was just about them, this quiet, unspoken understanding.

And for the first time, Y/N wasn’t quite sure where the line between “just friends” and something more began, but maybe that was okay. Because whatever it was, it felt like it was exactly where it needed to be.

But her heart started beating a little faster as the comments came in. It wasn’t just about the fans’ reactions—it was the thought of what could be said behind the screens. The K-pop netizens were unforgiving, sharp with their words, and they’d seize any opportunity to spin things in ways that could put her and Noémie under a microscope. The last thing she wanted was for her group to be dragged into unnecessary rumors or a scandal that wasn’t even there.

She glanced at Taeyeon, who seemed unfazed by the sudden attention. To Taeyeon, it was just a casual moment between friends. But to Y/N, the stakes were higher. Her mind raced with the possible consequences—what if someone misinterpreted this? What if they started speculating that there was something more going on, blowing it out of proportion?

“Unnie,” Y/N said softly, her voice carrying a hint of concern. “You should probably go before this gets out of hand.”

Taeyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice light, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

Y/N bit her lip, hesitant to say exactly what was on her mind. “The fans are… kinda freaking out. I just don’t want them to twist this, you know?” Her eyes flickered to the screen again, and she couldn’t help but cringe as a new flood of comments poured in.

“Are they together?”

“Y/N and Taeyeon look so comfortable, it’s like they’re dating.”

“THIS IS SO INTIMATE.”

“I can’t even breathe, they’re too cute.”

The comment about being “too cute” made Y/N’s stomach twist. She had seen how fast rumors spread in the K-pop world. One misstep, one too many innocent moments, and it could be all over the internet, misinterpreted and dissected by netizens until it wasn’t even recognizable.

Taeyeon caught her eye, her expression softening when she saw the worry written on Y/N’s face. She leaned in just slightly, her voice lowering. “You’re worried about what they’ll say, aren’t you?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment. “Yeah… I mean, you know how people can be. I don’t want Noémie to be involved in anything that could be taken out of context. We’re already under so much pressure to be perfect, and I don’t want anything messing that up.”

Taeyeon’s gaze lingered on her for a beat before she let out a small sigh, nodding in understanding. “I get it. I really do. But you can’t let them control everything, Y/N.” She gave Y/N a gentle nudge with her elbow, trying to lighten the mood. “Sometimes it’s okay to just be yourself.”

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of her responsibility to her group pressing down on her. She wanted to let herself just be—to enjoy the easy, comforting dynamic she had with Taeyeon, but she couldn’t ignore the larger picture. “I know, I know… It’s just hard, you know? I can’t help but think about the impact.”

Taeyeon looked at her, her gaze intense but soft. “I don’t want you to be afraid of what people might say. But if you’re really worried, we can always go offline. It’s your call, Y/N.”

The thought of cutting the livestream early made Y/N’s chest tighten. She didn’t want to seem rude or distant, especially not to the fans who were showering her with so much love. But at the same time, she didn’t want the situation to spiral. She could feel the shift in the atmosphere around them—the subtle change that even the most loyal fans might pick up on.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice barely a whisper. “Let’s just wrap this up for now.”

She muted the livestream once again, though the comments kept scrolling, undeterred by the temporary silence. Y/N exhaled slowly, the tension finally ebbing from her shoulders. “I’m sorry, unnie,” she said, looking at Taeyeon with an apologetic smile. “I just didn’t want to risk it.”

Taeyeon gave her a knowing look, squeezing her shoulder lightly. “You don’t need to apologize, Y/N. I get it. You’ve got a lot on your plate. I’ll leave you to handle it.”

Y/N nodded, her heart still racing a little, but she was relieved to have Taeyeon’s understanding. As much as she hated to admit it, there was a part of her that was relieved to have Taeyeon leave the livestream for now—at least until she could figure out how to navigate all the new attention.

Before Taeyeon left, she pulled Y/N into another quick hug. “You’re doing great, okay?” she whispered, her voice warm and reassuring.

Y/N held on for just a moment longer than usual, allowing herself to feel the comfort of the hug. “Thanks, unnie. I needed that.”

Once Taeyeon stepped away and the door clicked shut behind her, Y/N took a long, deep breath. She turned her attention back to the live comments, but this time, it felt different. The weight of her decision to keep things low-key, to protect her group and herself from unnecessary speculation, settled on her shoulders.

She resumed the live, but this time, her demeanor was a little more guarded, her responses more measured. The playful teasing, the easy smiles—they were still there, but now, there was a certain layer of caution. She couldn’t afford to let things slip out of her control—not when everything she had worked for with Noémie was at stake.

The comments, though still full of excitement, started to shift again, this time with a more teasing tone, but Y/N kept her focus. She would play along, but always with one eye on the bigger picture. K-pop fans were relentless, and even the smallest misstep could spiral into something she couldn’t take back.

“Okay, guys,” she said, her voice light but firm. “Let’s keep it cool, alright? I appreciate the love, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ve got a lot more to show you all.”

As the livestream continued, Y/N made a silent vow to keep herself and Noémie safe from the chaos that could come with being too visible. She didn’t want to live in fear of the fans, but she also knew that if she wasn’t careful, the smallest thing could send them into a frenzy—and that wasn’t something she was willing to risk. Not for herself. Not for Taeyeon. And definitely not for her group.

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[bearloonz]

if you have any crumbs to share... about aac raz/lili/bobby dynamic pleeeez ramble to me i want info i'm so into this concept T_T

oh my guy I have so many crumbs for you. These guys have resided in the back of my brain forever but I was usually too embarrassed to say anything about it outside of a couple joke posts. But this is my house so I’m choosing to thrive and frolic.

Also a doodle of the aforementioned three before I enter my tangent :) rambling under the cut

the initial dynamic of these three goes something like

-Lili & Bobby - can’t stand his fake ass. She remembers having to deal with him at whispering rock and clearly is not very good at letting go of grudges from when she was ten. This is, in fact, Bobby’s worst nightmare. He was terrified of working for the psychonauts partially because he didn’t want to run into people he used to know. Surprise! They don’t like each other.

-Raz & Bobby. Raz has the complete opposite problem he literally barely remembers this guy. They interacted for maybe a collective hour one day when he was 10 years old, he only recalls him because Lili clocks him and reminds Raz. Bobby mostly hadn’t thought about him since camp, but did build a little (lot) bit of a resentment after seeing that weird little freak from camp pop up on different True Psychic Tales covers. That on top of Bobby now having to intern under this guy makes their relationship kind of spotty to start, for sure.

-Raz & Lili. Theyre having fun :) After having fun “dating” as real young kids they fall out of touch during their teen years when Raz goes to travel with then circus again to try and reconnect with his family (whole other can of worms for him.) They meet back up during the late teen years and sort of pick up right where they left off, dating off and on for a bit and “officially” dating long term for a little over a year now.

Both their relationships with Bobby evolve over time, naturally. Bobby and Raz have a whooole fucking thing that isn’t fully conceptualized and Is way too long a concept for me to share but their intern/mentor relationship does help them learn to get along with each other. And of course them getting along means Lili having to deal with being around Bobby more often and so it begins.

The whole ~ feelings ~ aspect mostly starts with her and Bobby I think, funnily enough. They hate each other, they want each other dead so bad, but eventually they have to learn to get along for Raz’s sake if nothing else. So they learn! Try to, at least. They’re both really bad at it.

but the “i hate you i want you dead” manages to evolve into that more friendly insulting banter some people have. “I hate you i want you dead” (complimentary.) It gives Raz a headache because it takes him a while to process that they’re usually joking when they’re arguing with each other now.

Lili doesn’t like when she starts to have Feelings about that shitty little freak (tm.) I think she’s somewhere on the Aro spectrum and when Raz wasn’t around she really never. Felt any sort of desire for romance with anyone else. Girl just kind of forgot about it for a bit until he showed up again. Which caused a lot of emotions. And then got used to that until Bobby is introduced into the equation and slowly she starts to feel things toward him that aren’t Rage and Disgust. Which causes a lot of emotions.

Raz I think is entirely oblivious of having any feelings toward him for the longest time. While Lili is a slow “oh god oh fuck” buildup, he’s just really happy he and Bobby are getting along at all that any sort of progress in affection toward him just feels like another big win for friendship. I think it hits him all at once late at night on a random Tuesday and he just sits up in bed and stares at a wall about it.

The whole Raz and Lili communicating abt the concept of polyamory would make this insane post already twice as long and it’s not a part of it all I’ve thought about anyways so we’re going to shelve it for now. But once they do reach the conclusion that they saw this guy from across the bar and they liked his vibe, they both proceed to trip over their own feet for the next however many weeks.

You see, “woman who does not process her emotions” and “guy who needs a twelve step plan for everything” is a prime combination for two people who are pulling some mad scientist shit to try and talk to this guy rather than just inviting him out to eat sometimes. And Bobby is convinced for a little bit that they’re planning to dissect his brain or something because they keep doing that ^

On Bobby’s side of this whole equation the evolution is just his own little torment nexus for a few months.

he initially discovers he’s got a thing for Lili after they start getting along more and it sucks for him. He enjoys their flirty little threats of violence but he’s also close with Raz at this point so I think it just kind of makes him feel . Gross . Like man am I flirting with my friend’s girlfriend I think I am. Oh he’s probably going to hate me. Help.

and that concern for Raz is also a guy in the back of his brain knocking on a door very loudly trying to tell him he’s bisexual but he’s not quite arrived at that conclusion. Give him a few more missions where Raz grabs him while he’s falling to his death and he’ll get there probably.

there’s so many words. These are so many words. I’ll be honest the wacky schenanigans of the “before relationship” era are so funny to me that I’ve not really had any conceptual ideas for them getting into + Being In a Relationship yet. But I hope that you like this at least! This insanely long ass post goes out to you and the one other guy who’s a fan of these three (hi)

[orphicrose]

Hello! May I request some fem!reader x Viktor from Arcane please? Perhaps some late night studying with him, fluff all the way!! Do whatever gets you feeling creative, thank you! <3

Arcane augmentation (Viktor x Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! I did my best with this one.

Tags : Fluff

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Viktor was painfully addicted to his work, after how much success his projects had finally received. Hextech was the most advanced that Piltover had experienced yet, and he wasn't about to let it it fester. No. He dreamed big.

Finding himself engrossed in his studies once again in the comfort of his lab. Fidgeting with the glowing orb every now and then, viewing its behavior, then jotting a scribble of notes in his book as fast as his thoughts rolled in.

"Back at it again, Vik?" her warm smile could be felt without him having to turn to look at her. "what brings you to the lab at this hour?"

"I find solace in the pursuit of knowledge" Viktor confessed. Tapping his pen against the desk as his eyes followed the whirs and tumbles of the blue stone inside the metal contraption. "And it seems we share a similar passion"

Y/n took a chair next to his, eyes lighting up at the specimen in front of her. "What are you studying" she struggled to look away from its beauty.

"I am delving into the intricacies of arcane augmentation" he motioned towards the doodles and math on his page, face becoming more ambitious as he spoke.

"using this?" She pointed to the glowing power source on the table

"Yes, It is the foundation of hextech" He turned to face her in his chair, mapping her face while she was unaware of the stares.

They had known each other for quite some time, studying in university together on the same course. And sticking with each other in the field of science. Y/n became a great scientist of her own nature, but after hearing of his project she couldn't help but join their team. His passion of conjoining magic to their day to day. And his further passion of improving the under city.

Her hand left her side, towards the orb, only to be taken in by Viktor's. "Don't touch it, we still don't know what it will do to human skin when active" his fingers mindlessly stroked the soft skin on the back of her hand. He put her hand down when he realized, hurrying to his feet as best he can. A beautifully carved stick assisting him.

"Watch this"

He hobbled over to another desk sat in the corner of the room, turning a metal handle till it clicked. A few seconds passed of nothingness. But then the orb began to spin vigorously, causing y/n to jump out of her chair and back. The cage around it lowered and the orb was set loose, giving out hues of sparkling waves. Viktor stood watching her expressions as their feet slowly moved off the ground. The waves stopping when gravity ceased to exist.

"Viktor?" A half worried voice expelled from the young lady, looking as if she was trying to swim in the air and failing.

"Don't worry" His voice soothed her, coming from behind as his arms wrapped around her to stable her. "This is one of the many wonders of hextech, I just haven't completely figured out how it would be useful yet." He laughed softly, spinning her in the air to see his face.

She soon realized there was no danger and let herself enjoy the brief moment of flying. "This is amazing, we are floating!" She leapt backwards, letting the air move her around the room as if she was a fish experiencing the sea for the first time. The two danced together, two meters off the ground. Viktor reveling in the freedom on his legs, appreciating being able to move them.

They soon began their descent as the magic wore off. Somehow managing to land on their feet.

"That was amazing, you're amazing" y/n turned to the man in front of her. He chuckled, looking away as a small amount of red painted his cheeks.

"Would you care to help me? Study, i mean." He motioned towards the tech back on his desk like it was before. Y/n excitedly sitting back in her chair and moving it closer in to the desk.

"I'd love nothing more"

The two sat together, chatting away till the sun began to dawn on them. Not even needing coffee to keep them awake, their passions and their good companies being caffein enough.

Math scribbled on hundreds of pieces of paper. Their goal, figure out how to duplicate the mass. Viktor had a theory that this energy source was somehow alive, which meant the organism could be duplicated. Like a plant. By suspending the organism in a growth medium, like agar, you can duplicate or grow a plant. He just needed to figure out how to access its 'DNA', considering it was sealed in a hard case.

"Wait" y/n grabbed his note book, bringing it closely to her face. "Your math... it's wrong. That 'x' shouldn't be there" She pointed to the mistake on the page, Viktor's face showing the puzzle pieces in his head clicking together.

"That's why it didn't work" He mumbled to himself, hurriedly working to fix his mistake. "You're a genius, y/n"

His eyes met hers, both realizing their mystery had been solved. Figuring out how to shatter the shell around it safely.

They found themselves in each others arms in a tight embrace, one they had needed for a long time. Not pulling away when they noticed the bold move.

Viktor cleared his throat, looking down at her in his arms. "Would you care to test out our theory with me?"

"Absolutely"

[saintship]

GAZ COMING HOME TO A SURPRISE PARTY FROM YOU AND HIS FAMILY AND MAYBE EVEN A PROPOSAL OR PREGNANCY ANNOUNCEMENT BC HES A GOOD BOY WHO DESERVES GOOD THINGS PLSTHX

YOU GOT IT❗️❗️❗️

Warnings: lovey dovey, swearing, kissy kissy, proposal

Warm welcome - Gaz x Reader

The kitchen calendar made you smile; partly because Gaz insisted on keeping up with them, marking and annotating and doodling in the margins, and partly because you’d been waiting for today’s date for eight months.

The deployment had gone on for much longer than it was supposed to, which was normal, but you couldn’t help the nights you spent sitting by the phone or sifting through photo albums, the images of his face the only thing you could focus on. And, he could only tell you so much; all you knew was someone on the task force needed to be rescued, and it took more than one try. Gaz told you your FaceTimes were the only thing keeping him steady. He’d also made a bold stroke in your relationship; asking his mother to call you personally.

She’d called when you were nodding off after pacing the kitchen late into the night, picking at your takeout and furiously cleaning the countertops. When your tears started rolling, the phone rang. The unknown number made you think of the worst; you picked it up in a panic.

“Is he okay?” You asked breathlessly, one hand resting at your head to steady yourself.

“Sorry?.. I might have the wrong number, is this..”

The way she said your name caught your attention; Gaz had a certain lilt to his accent that you found so cute; and now you’d heard it from the source.

“Yes..”

“I’m Kyle’s mum.”

You leaned against the kitchen island, your breathing steadying. “Hi..”

“It’s nice to hear your voice, I wish he would have brought you home last holiday.”

“He talks about me?”

A gentle laugh answered you. “Darling, he doesn’t stop.”

You blink, folding one arm under the other as you began to feel a warmth in your chest from the gesture, Kyle talking about you to his mom..

“And anyway, he gave me your number, he knows how late you stay up and wanted to make sure you had someone on the line.”

The warmth burst into a brilliant light of admiration and love for your boyfriend; he knew he couldn’t always be there, and instead of only offering an apology, he furthered your involvement in a different way.

“I- that’s..” You huffed, smiling through the dried tear streaks and headache that plagued you.

“Ma’am, I- I love your son more than I can say..”

“I’d hope so.” She replied easily.

You laughed again, your worry fizzling into a low flame.

You spent three hours on the phone that night; though it felt like minutes. You learned about Kyle; how he was during primary school, how he would dress as a differently ranked soldier every Halloween, and picked up every flyer he could to enlist out of high school. She had been terrified, of course, no mother hopes for her son to be a soldier, but she supported his job anyway. It was something you shared; a love that overpowered your fear of the worst outcome.

“What do you usually do when he arrives?”

She’d been asking how you were feeling about him coming home in a few days, if everything went to plan, that was.

“I uh, I make dinner, you know, usually I get his car washed and waxed or something nice like that for him to come home to. He loves that thing more than me.”

“He better not!”

You laughed together for the umpteenth time.

“But.. we could plan something with more people? I’d love to spend some time together in person, and you can bring anyone you like..”

“That would be amazing, darling.”

So, a few days later, Kyle’s mother and father, brother, sister, grandfather and aunt were helping you pin up streamers and a ‘welcome home’ banner, fixing a large meal, and yelling at the TV as their home city struggled in the latest aired football match.

Before they had arrived, though, you’d gone to a family-owned jeweler for a nice watch to gift him with. Skimming the rows of silver and gold plated pieces, you thought about looking somewhere else when you wandered near the ring cases. What began as pure curiosity built into a warm image of you revealing a small box, pouring everything in your mind into the room, and fitting the ring onto his perfect hands before kissing his stupidly perfect face. One band in particular was a shiny tungsten ring, stronger than steel and with a smooth, silver finish. You didn’t think, you just swiped your card.

Now, that ring sat in a velvet box under your pillow, where you examined it each night, anxiety stirring in your stomach. Was this the right time? But you couldn’t think about that now; he was almost home.

“He’s pulling in..” You murmur to the room when you spot him through the blinds, and you rush to stand near the doorway. The sound of keys jingling nearly made you break your cover out of excitement, but he pushed the door open, and the room erupted in cheers of surprise, the ‘Welcome home’ banner in the kitchen glittering in its gold letters.

His eyes widened and blinked in surprise, looking between his family in you with a disbelieving laugh. You took him in your arms, melting in the sensation of him squeezing you back just as tight as his family cooed at the gesture.

“You did this?” He murmured near your ear.

You kiss his cheek that’s facing away from his family.

“Me and your mom..”

“Oh, hell..” he stroked your cheek, his brow drawing together in further disbelief.

You led him, smiling, to the kitchen for him to hug his family next, your heart bursting when he lifted his sister in the air with the momentum of his hug.

“This is mental..” he murmured as he wrapped an arm around you again, looking around.

“You’ve got a gem, Kyle.” His father spoke earnestly.

Kyle turned to move a piece of hair away from your eyes. “Yeah, I know..”

“Big softie!” His sister teased loudly, grinning.

“Sod off..” He threw a crumpled napkin at her, making you smile at the exchange.

The dinner was amazing, but you could have eaten anything with them and enjoyed the experience. It felt like you’d stepped into a beautiful other world where you just felt right. Having him next to you, let alone in the same room, was elating after being separated from him for so long, and you couldn’t help but always be pressed against him in some way. Linking a finger, resting your leg against his, touching shoulders, anything to feel the warmth you’d been craving for the better part of a year.

When it was time to say goodbye, and the last guest closed the door behind him, Kyle kissed you deeply, holding your face delicately with both his hands.

“You’re unbelievably, incredibly, amazing..” he murmured against your lips. “Missed you so fucking much, babe..”

His accent was thicker when he spoke so honestly, and it made your head spin. Or maybe that was how he kissed you like you put the sun in the sky.

“Missed you more..” you pulled him into a close hug, nestling your head into his neck shamelessly.

“You tired?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah..” the slight guilt in his voice made you pull back slightly.

“Kyle, I get it, I promise. Let’s go to bed, baby..”

He let you lead him to the bathroom where you brushed your teeth together before changing and slipping under the covers. Your head pounded as you partially hid your hand under the pillow, clutching the small box so tightly it might have bursted if you hadn’t taken in a steadying breath.

“You alright?” Kyle traced your knuckles with his hands; he was sitting up slightly, his hat taken off along with his shirt, and the soft lamp light just lit up his eyes in the most adorable way..

“I have a question.. it’s- important.” You shifted slightly closer.

“Is everything alright?” He rephrased his question slowly, worry growing in his gaze.

“I’ll just.. show you first..” With a quick exhale, you pulled the box from underneath the pillow, gently separating your free hand from his to open the top. His eyes grew wide.

“Sweeheart..”

“I’m so in love with you.. every time I talk about you, or hear you, or see you—think of you.. I’m just so gone it makes me look stupid. I want to spend my life with you, and I want to give myself to you. Because that’s how I would feel right, and safe. With you..”

You breathed deeply.

“Kyle Garrick.. will you marry me?”

His jaw might as well have detached, because his mouth had been hanging open for half of your deceleration.

“Y-yes! Fuck, yes!” He scrambled to sit up fully as you slid the ring on, taking the first opportunity to smother you in a hug and pepper your face and neck with kisses. “I love you so much..”

Tears of adrenaline and joy stung your eyes as you laughed breathlessly.

“I love you more..”

[frokenkeke]

Making of Ashes to Ashley

Recently I posted my comic Ashes to Ashley, and got such a tremendously kind and loving response that I felt like sharing a little bit more about where it came from.

The story is about a transgender awakening, where the quiet and somber Ash explodes out of the closet as the loud and colorful Ashley. This was always the plan, however the details changed along the way. Quite quickly I realized that I was writing about myself and my own trans journey. I never played in a band and I don't imagine I'll ever grow bunny ears (sadly), but still Ashley is undoubtedly a reflection of myself. I just allowed life to become a stage and gender performance a rock concert.

Above are the first idea doodles I drew late at night in early April. I quite enjoyed giving Ashley lipstick and prominent eye shadow, since I hadn't ever done a character like that before. The idea was a bit of exaggerated femininity that accidentally becomes raw punk expression. One or two people have pointed out the Um Jammer Lammy similarities, and they are absolutely not coincidental. Initially I imagined Ashley would've been more reluctant about her transformation, which is why she looks a bit more annoyed in some of my sketches, but the story became more bright and funny if it was made immediately clear that this all happens off of her own volition.

Some method and color tests. My girlfriend suggested I instead go a lot more raw with it, which is why I ended up adamantly using an ugly sponge brush built into Photoshop. Sapphic Disaster are some form of punk-shoegaze band, so combining rough pencil linework with crunchy texture coloring felt like a fitting visual representation of them. This also side-stepped the biggest problems I've always had with drawing comics – dealing with inking is a boring waste of time, and working digitally always makes me fixate on perfection. By just using pencil on paper I had to stick with whatever errors couldn't be saved by a regular eraser, in fact I dedicated myself to only using an old worn down Bic mechanical pencil and embraced the idea that the comic would consistently look a bit off and amateurish. Of course I allowed myself the luxury of cleaning up my drawings digitally before coloring, but that can only take you so far. This way of working helped me make fast progress and kept each step engaging, I've never had as much fun drawing a comic as I had with Ashes to Ashley.

Here's a before and after from initial scan to finished panel. I often only tidy up around focal points like faces or hands, and allow the rest to remain as it is, usually parts like the legs or Ashley's ears.

Character references and my initial color picks, they went through small changes as I went along. I liked giving all the band members different sorts of rabbit ears to make them all look distinct from each other.

Here's some ideas for the Sapphic Disaster band logo and the comic's color palette, notice how Ashley is more vibrant than Ash.

While working I filled up numerous papers with doodles trying to workshop panels and layouts. It's too much to show all of them here, so I composed a few collages of my favorites.

It was pivotal for me that Ash would always look painfully cute. The sketch of the table scene with Floyd shows a rare out-of-character confident and laid-back Ash. In the presence of Floyd?! Never!

I was very concerned about the reader recognizing the old Ash when first seeing Ashley. She may be all excited about being a girl, but her nervous cluelessness remains. I ended up going back and redrawing two panels in Ashley's introduction to strengthen this impression.

For those not in the know, shoegaze is a rock subgenre that centers around noisey guitar textures, typically achieved through heavy use of effect pedals at the musicians feet; hence the name. When Ashley plays her guitar she produces a cacophony of strange sounds, the reader will have to imagine what they actually sound like, but I always imagined their opening number "I Wanna Be a Girl" to sound like a couple of amateurs trying to recreate Lush's Blackout.

The page where the band go around looking for Ashley while she's receiving her makeover was shoehorned in at a later stage for pacing purposes. That's why Gabriel is suddenly back to pulling cords after previously claiming they're all set, oops!

One of the core rules to this story is that everyone is always overly supportive of Ashley's transition no matter what. This is what makes the otherwise stern and serious Floyd especially funny, my girlfriend was pivotal in sprucing up his dialogue, adding bits like "have you seen the health care waiting lists?, "I know an endocrinologist who owes me a favor or two" and "give me 35% more danger"

Towards the end I discovered that Ashley and Debbie dancing was apparently the most important panel in the entire comic, judging by how much I tried to perfect it. (For the record, my favorite panel is when Ashley screams into the microphone that she wants to be a girl.) Maybe Ashley and Debbie dancing should've replaced the final full-page panel? Well, we got a lot of cute doodles out of it regardless. Just kiss already!

Initially I imagined Ashley to be standing alone in the "could this be the real me" final panel, but I realized her odd family of friends was equally a part of the real her. She was always right where she needed to be, she just needed to find herself within that place. (I ended up giving Ashley a cigarette because otherwise it looked like she was praying.)

Here are some ideas for the cover illustration, of course in 1:1 format to look like an album cover. Up until last minute I planned for the comic to have You Made Me Realize as its subtitle to distinguish it from eventual follow-ups, which is why the You Made Me Realize EP cover art is paraphrased in the top-middle. I ended up just going with Ashes to Ashley to keep it clean and simple. The title Ashes to Ashley was blurted out immediately by my girlfriend when I first showed her my concepts for the story. It's perfect, she's perfect.

I drew two Ashes and two Ashleys for the cover art and let my fingers smudge all over the latter. While most obviously riffing on the cover for My Bloody Valentine's Loveless, it's equally taking from the Ecstasy of Saint Theresa's Pigment.

And there you have it.

However I never intended this to be the full extent of Ashley's story, just a satisfying and complete end of a chapter. I've already finished writing the next story, Today Forever, and I hope I can get it out to you all soon enough. Your love for Ashley keeps me going.

/Kiki

[twiishaa]

જ⁀➴ TWISHA’S SELFSHIPS ─★ ˙🤍 ̟ !

# the haikyuu bookshelf…

SEMISHA (twisha + semi)...

“well my boyfriend’s in a band…” idol x guitarist bf

— ᥫ᭡. they met one night when they were both at a prada fashion event– as global ambassadors. even though twisha’s brand was completely different to his, something clicked. soon, he was spotted at all her events, and she was at his. semi was vip for twisha’s world tour, semi was twisha’s top artist on spotify wrapped. every time they interacted, the air tasted sweeter. two lovers, connected by music– their passion that transcended words.

think : acoustic love songs, late night cafe dates, open mic events, matching vivienne westwood rings, smudged eyeliner. polar opposites: soft pink and wine red, sitting cross legged on the floor, learning to play guitar, going to concerts and fashion events together, sharing wired earphones and spotify playlists, vinyl shopping dates, global it-couple.

SUNSHA (twisha + suna)...

“he said i had the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen…” high-school sweethearts 

— ᥫ᭡. after a rushed move to inarizaki highschool and a lot of begging from the twins, twisha agreed to be their volleyball manager. there, she met suna; but it felt like they’d met before. oh– it was probably her parent’s cafe, where she worked part-time. on valentines’ day, when she gave everyone chocolates, she gave suna homemade cookies. suna couldn’t wait until white day to return the gift– so he asked her out right then and there. how nonchalant of him… 

think : tiramisu <3, baking dates, highschool romance, spending time in the library together, heart-shaped brownies, valentines’ day, getting ice cream in the middle of the night and late-night convenience store runs. kissing in empty classrooms, knowing glances at practices, hearts doodled into exercise books, the love poured into a homemade birthday cake. 

note do you guys want more lore on them… also send selfship questions pls!!!!