#like i wanted to give him freckles then i almost gave him tattoos

[linalilia]

[meet the prisoners!] prisoner 009: kuroki riku

HE'S HERE i was so excited to post him tbh. i'm not sure if i'm satisfied with his design and i feel like i could do more with it, but for now.. it's fine, i can work with it.

also, his image color was supposed to be a dark shade of green at first, but then i was like. it probably won't look that original because i already have asahi and naomi (yes, naomi's color is closer to teal and asahi's color is very bright compared to what i planned for riku, but still) and i'm still salty because of how similar akio and shun's colors turned out to be, so. yes, he's an orange boy now. and i feel like it fits his personality better!

General info:

Name: Kuroki Riku (黒木俐暮) (his last name means "black" and "tree" and his first name means "sharp, clever" and "evening, dusk")

Age: 17 y/o

Gender: Male

Status: Prisoner 009

Birthday: April 7 (Aries)

Blood type: AB

Height: 173 cm

Image color: #FF8746

Occupation: High school student (second year)

Personality: If Kei is the most extroverted male prisoner, then Riku is a close second. He's very friendly, outgoing and if anyone wants to talk about anything, he's always there to do just that and he's okay with both talking and simply listening. Also there's just something about him that just makes him impossible to hate, Riku even managed to convince Akio to become friends with him. No wonder he was the most popular boy in his school and he had so many fans and secret admirers. Even though Riku seems like the chill type, he's actually surprisingly rebellious, though some people can tell that from his appearance: they're sure he got in trouble multiple times because of him going to a school with a strict dress code and having a style like that. Riku is okay with doing anything if it means he won't have to deal with something he doesn't like/doesn't want to happen: after he was told that he can get voted guilty, he simply flirted with one of the guards and successfully made her want to vote him innocent even though she got a bad feeling after watching his MV. Overall, Riku seems like a very nice guy, but in a place like Milgram, his kindness only makes him look even more suspicious. Riku is also very insensitive and he doesn't take things like death and murder seriously and when one of the guards warned him about the punishment he can receive after being voted guilty, he stayed calm because he thought "it won't be that bad". He also often asks other prisoners about their crimes even if they find the topic uncomfortable and he can easily turn a conversation like that into a guessing game because for him Milgram is just that: a game.

MV info:

Which canon Milgram song he would cover: Backdraft. First of all, he was in a band, I JUST KNOW HIS COVER WOULD SOUND SO GOOD and also.. Riku is actually kinda Fuuta-coded.

Which DECO*27 song he would cover: Ghost Rule BECAUSE IF WE'RE NOT GETTING A GHOST RULE COVER FROM ES MY SON WILL DO IT HIMSELF also i think it would sound nice

If he could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: .. It was so hard to find a "spoiler-free" song for him 😭😭 Like I KNOW what songs would be perfect for him, but. I think it's too early to give him something like that, so let's go with Nh-Uh-Uh by SLAVE.V-V-R for now because 1) him getting this song is really funny because Riku is a pretty loud guy and this song obviously needs a more "whispery" voice except for that one part and 2) the lyrics actually have his vibe.

His MV description:

His MV would have lots of warm colors, like yellow, orange and red, but some moments would have much darker and colder colors, like gray, black and dark green.

His MV starts with Riku and his friends preparing for a school concert and it looks like someone is taking photos of them and Riku doesn't mind, he's actually enjoying the attention. It looks like Riku is very popular: he has a lot of friends, he's the band leader and many girls want to talk to him, even though they're too shy to do that.

The concert finally starts and Riku is performing with his band. Everyone is having fun, including the band, and the chorus ends with Riku saying something like "Let me see you jump" and jumping himself, but right as he does that, he notices a white-haired boy in the crowd staring at him and showing no emotions at all. Riku looks shocked and he ends up falling, his friends look concerned and they try to help him get up. Riku continues singing, even though now he looks scared and he doesn't want to be there. After the concert, Riku is crying and his friends are trying to calm him down.

The scene suddenly changes and now we can see that white-haired boy crying in Riku's arms and even though Riku is hugging him and smiling at him, his eyes look empty and you can tell that he's not being sincere. Now Riku is sitting alone in his room and the colors are mostly gray and black. He's reading texts from his friends and we can't see most of them, but one of them makes Riku drop his phone: "Hey, but he really is talented, don't you think?" He is panicking and it's getting hard for him to breathe and he doesn't pay any attention to his phone's broken screen. He quickly grabs his guitar and the chorus starts playing again, but now Riku is singing alone in his room, without his friends, and he's still crying. He jumps in the end, just like he did that last time and he suddenly falls from his bed. It looks painful, but for some reason.. Riku starts smiling and his eyes are sparkling.

The colors are even warmer than before now and we can see Riku putting a note in somebody's locker and smiling, but something about his smile just.. doesn't feel right and it looks really creepy. Now we can see the school rooftop and Riku is standing there, waiting for someone and watching the sunset. He turns around and his smile is even wider now, it looks like that person he's been waiting for is finally here. The lyrics say that now Riku can finally tell that someone about his "true feelings".

Riku and his band are having a concert on the school rooftop, but something about all of this feels wrong. Riku's smile still doesn't look like the one he had in the beginning, his friends look just as insane as him and we can't see the person he was supposed to meet with. We can't see the audience either- oh, we're the audience actually. Hey, why is he getting so close. Hey, wasn't he supposed to do that jumping part again-

He repeats the "Let me see you jump" line, but now he's no longer smiling and he looks like he hates us. He gets close enough to the camera to push us.

Trailer 1 Voicelines:

"Hiiii!~ My name is Kuroki Riku! You've probably heard about me, I'm kinda famous online, haha. Hey, do you want an autograph? Anyway, nice to meet you- You want to know more about my crime? Well, I wouldn't call it that.. I did everyone a favor by getting rid of that person, actually."

"Hey, dude.. I know, life can be hard, but can you just.. stop venting to me all the time? Like, I would love to help you, but I'm not your therapist, you know? Come on, just calm down.. hey, I told you to stop.. JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!"

Trivia:

Murder is his only crime and he had only one victim.

He doesn't take Milgram seriously and thinks that a "guilty verdict" doesn't even exist. So yes, he thinks he'll be voted innocent.

He is very good at singing and playing the guitar and he had an interest in music since childhood. And as he mentions in his voicelines, he's very popular online and he often posts rock covers and original songs. He also wants to understand how MVs work and he would love to hear a song that the guards heard while watching his video.

Riku is a lot like younger version of Kei, if you think about it, however, Kei's reputation is much worse and he doesn't even try to act like a good person, meanwhile Riku at least appears to be someone who's very kind and his reputation is much better.

Riku always proudly says that he's friends with all the prisoners, but it's hard to say if he actually likes spending time with them or he's just being polite. You can often see him with Aimi, but if you pay attention, you'll notice that he actually looks bored and he doesn't enjoy talking to her that much. He's definitely close with Akio though and they get along really well even though their personalities are so different. It looks like Akio enjoys the attention he gets from Riku a lot and Riku is only glad to have someone he can be so affectionate with. Both of them are also surprisingly protective of each other. But Akio most likely has a soft spot for Riku simply because Riku looks a lot like his "most loyal follower". Akio and Riku also share a lot of similarities, like being popular boys, refusing to admit that they did something bad and having moments in their MVs that imply that these boys are more insecure than you would think.

The boy from Riku's MV actually didn't have any feelings for him or anything like that. He definitely was obsessed with him but not in that way.

I just think it's neat how the last male prisoner's name has a kanji that means "rising sun" meanwhile Riku's name has a kanji that means "evening". I also think it's cool because Asahi is like.. someone you would expect to have a more cute personality, but he's actually one of the most rude prisoners here, meanwhile Riku is supposed to have a more intimidating vibe because of his style but his personality isn't that bad.. but also, when you start learning more about them, you realize that Asahi is still a scared child and Riku is more cruel than you thought he is.

[heartiis]

the big apple ꩜ .ᐟ pt.5

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

pairing - ellie x reader

synopsis - you've just moved to nyc and ellie's your new neighbor. she hates you though and you don't know why :((

cw - mean ellie, toxic! ellie, side gig dealer ellie, weed, tattoo artist ellie, texts between reader and ellie, angst, smut

a/n - last part!! bro last part had a bunch of letters which were bigger and I kept fixing it then coming back to see some of them got big again?? it was like playing whac-a-mole I swear. also I just want to say thank you to everyone who read and interacted, it was so nice to share my writing with people who enjoyed it<33

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Sitting before you was a cappuccino cup with a perfectly formed latte art leaf. You stared at it, slowly inhaling and exhaling the warm, sweet smell. It soothed you, but you could still feel a blade made of pure anxiety stabbing your guts. What were you supposed to do with the cup again?

“Hey!”

You turned your head to see your co-worker holding three iced coffees in his hands, gesturing his head to the pickup counter where a growing crowd of customers waited. It was the afternoon, one of the busiest times for coffee shops.

“Shit,” you muttered, and quickly brought over the cup to the counter and called out the customer’s name.

Your head this week had been either entirely filled with Ellie, that moment in your bedroom with the thumping and moaning, or absolutely nothing but a strong sense of dread you were too fuzzy to understand. And you hated it. You hated how pathetic it made you feel, to have someone who didn’t give a fuck about you occupying your mind 24/7, turning your new life into a mess after only having been in it for a few weeks.

You knew who Ellie Williams was from the start. Dina, one of her best friends, had told you. You knew she didn’t date, didn’t get attached or form romantic connections. It wasn’t like you’d been itching to make things official while you were still talking. You were still getting to know each other. You understood the two of you were not exclusive, and you yourself had not thought of giving a name to your relationship yet.

But you also understood yourself. You knew you’d caught feelings for Ellie because that was how you operated, and because it was Ellie, perfect and strong and raw, with her stupid green eyes and her freckles. The exact type of person you’d imagined you’d fall for. It was achingly, painfully obvious to you where you’d gone wrong. You had let the tiniest seed of hope grow in your heart.

From the way Dina and Jesse had talked about the other girls Ellie involved herself with, it had seemed like she didn’t text them as often as she did you. It hadn’t seemed like she would constantly invite them over, or invite herself over to theirs, or talk until late at night, or give them free weed just so she could get high with them.

But these were all assumptions. Dina hadn’t spoken about the topic since that night, and you hadn’t asked. You two did talk about what had happened the night of the smoke sesh, and about the constant texting and hanging out and occasional sex which had followed, but she never gave you any reason to think this meant more to Ellie than any of her other flings.

The seed in your heart felt like a shard of glass.

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The walk home was cold and bitter. Your manager had sent you home early because you lacked so much focus she’d thought you were sick. Summer was reaching into Fall, and today was already colder than it should be. Not only that, but you had made the mistake of wearing another of your dresses which only went a little further than your knees and left your ankles bare. You were shivering and feeling glad you were almost home when your gaze fell on the bodega not too far off from your apartment. The bell tinkled as you pushed open the glass door and went straight to the alcohol section, finding yourself some cheap wine.

As you waited for the man at the cash register to ring you up, you stared behind him at the wall of cigarette boxes with graphic images and ‘smoking kills’ labels. You were the same as Dina, who never bought entire packs for herself so she wouldn’t smoke too much. At that point it didn’t matter enough to stop you. You left the bodega with wine and a pack of Marlboro lights, rushing to the elevator, hoping you didn’t come across Ellie.

She’d texted you thrice since that weekend. The first time on Sunday morning, apologizing for not having answered your texts, telling you she was fine. She asked you how you were. You didn’t answer. The second text came on Thursday, asking you if you wanted to hangout, and the last on that same day hours later. A ‘hi’ accompanied with three question marks. It had all been so strange. The lack of texts supplying you with updates on her day or raising questions about yours at the start of the week had made you sure she had, in fact, ditched you. The text on Thursday came as a surprise, but you ultimately knew what she wanted. It was the only thing she had wanted from you all this time. For you to be her fuck buddy.

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply. You couldn’t, because you knew if you did, you’d say yes, and you would go to her apartment and the two of you would have sex because you needed to be next to her so badly that you’d take whatever she gave you, let her have you how she wanted.

So when the elevator opened on your floor and she was nowhere to be seen, you breathed a small sigh of relief. You opened your door and you put your plastic bag from the bodega on the kitchen counter and looked for the corkscrew and singular wine glass. The first portion poured out was thick, three fingers tall. You kicked off your sneakers and downed it quickly as you watched the sky darken from your couch, not daring to come out onto the fire escape which was sure to be all ice-cold metal and biting breeze.

The more you slipped into a tipsy state, the more tears fell from your eyes, until you pushed past that and became the same amount of drunk you had been at that club. Too drunk to mind the cold, drunk enough to crave a smoke and a view of the sunset from the fire escape.

You thumped your feet to the kitchen where you got the Marlboro pack and the Bic lighter you kept in your purse, just in case. An unlit cig on your lips, a half full wine glass in your hands and the lighter interlaced within your fingers, you opened the window and drunkenly stumbled out of it, leaving the glass on the ledge as you flicked on the lighter. The wind and the cold bars of the fire escape against your sock covered feet were a welcome shock to your system.

You took a puff. As you blew it out, you noticed that Ellie was staring at you from her own spot on her window, leaning on the ledge sideways, one leg up. She wore a black jumper and had a pencil and a sketchpad in her hands as well a joint in her mouth. She pinched it with two fingers and puffed out a cloud which flew north, away from you and the sunset.

The two of you said nothing. The sight of her sitting there, the light bathing her in gold and lighting up her eyes was too much to bear. You made a silent prayer that she couldn’t see the redness of your eyes from where you were standing. Then you rushed back to your window, taking the glass in your hands so you could pass without it dropping.

“Hey, wait.”

You froze, half of your body still on the fire escape. There was an urgency to her voice that tugged at you. You wanted to reprimand yourself for being stupid again, but it was no use, you could already feel the glass in your heart smoothing over before it sharpened again, bigger than it was before.

You pulled your body back out of the window and sat on the ledge, taking a drag of your cigarette in search of the nicotine induced feeling of your blood-pressure lowering.

Ellie observed you with knit together brows. When she realized you were waiting for her to speak, she opened her mouth.“Why haven’t you answered my texts?” It was a sentence uttered so softly. It sounded fraught and out of place coming from her, who hadn’t made too much of an effort to contact you.

“I…” you started. “I didn’t think it mattered that much.” You stared at your thighs and the hand which rested there, holding your cigarette.

“Why the fuck not?” Ellie said, her voice flipping from soft and pleading to angry and raw.

Your head snapped to her, then back down, your hands rushing up to dig into your hair. “Just—Please, stop.”

She put out her joint and tossed it along with the sketchpad and pencil into her apartment then stood up, making her way to the railing closest to you. Her hands gripped the metal, knuckles turning white. “Stop? How am I supposed to just stop? I’ve been losing my goddamn mind this week. Why are you ignoring me?”

Hot tears gathered on your eyes, spilling over when you blinked.

“Hey, are you drunk? Are you even fucking listening—“ Ellie’s voice died off when you looked at her and she saw the wetness of your eyes and cheeks. She kept her grip on the railing, but her hunched shoulders slipped and she drew back, standing straighter.

“Hey,” she said breathlessly. “What’s going on?”

Your chest heaved, sucking in a breath only to let it out jagged. Ellie’s eyes were so wide. She was the deer caught in headlights now. The desperation you felt fed into the glass, turning your heart into an irritated and angry wound. It didn’t feel fair, that she should look so worried and broken when you were the one who had been made a fool, the one who had let her affection and hope and yearning become so big it swallowed everything else.

So you went to the railing too, and you let loose all the words piled tight in your throat. “You want to know why I haven’t answered your texts?” You gripped the bar, not caring how frozen and stiff your fingers felt. “Because, Ellie. I heard you fucking that girl that night.” She flinched. “And you know, it’s fine. Dina had already told me how it works with you. And it’s not like we ever agreed on being exclusive. So you did no wrong there. But fuck, It hurt. And I can’t hold it against you. But I also can’t—“ One of your hands flew to your chest, squeezing there at the fabric. You gazed into the distance and shook your head, tears streaming uncontrollably now. “I can’t keep seeing you when I know you don’t feel the same way I do. I have to protect myself.”

When you looked back at Ellie, her eyes were glistening. She stared at you for a second until she stepped back and broke her gaze, rushing through the window into her apartment.

Once she was gone you stepped back as well, a shudder rocking through you. You sat down on your window ledge, defeated. You had stripped yourself bare on that fire escape, made it painfully obvious that you had feelings for her, and in the face of them she had run off.

You were sucking in another drag of the Marlboro light when you heard a knock at your door. You turned your body but stayed where you were, too drunk to think of what to do. Then came three more knocks, hurried and loud. You sprung into action, putting out your cigarette on the kitchen counter, too agitated to think much into it.

You swung open the door, heartbeat coming in quick as you took in the sight of her. Ellie, standing at your door with wet eyelashes and half of her hair in a bun, just the way you liked it.

“Can I come in?” she croaked out.

You nodded and moved sideways, too dazed to speak. She sat on your couch, staring down at the sketchpad in her hands. You pulled up a chair from your dinner table and sat right before her. She lifted it up so you could see. On it were drawings of different items, all in her style. A bottle of wine. A switchblade. Her lighter. An apple split in half, the core of it showing. All of them with the same word written onto them; ‘survival’.

“I kept thinking about what you said. That first time we went out.” She looked at you. “I think you’re a lot like me.”

You wiped at your face, which was now sticky with dried tears.

“I was fucking stupid.” Ellie sighed and set down the sketchbook. “I shouldn’t have fucked that girl, especially when you could hear it—“ She rubbed her hands on her face, her voice cracking. It was solid again the next time she spoke. “But I did it because I was scared. Dina told the truth about how it is with most girls. I wanted it to be different with you.”

“But I’d been such an asshole to you in the beginning, and I didn’t know what to do with that, and I certainly didn’t know what to do with how I felt for you, cause I hadn’t felt it in such a long time and I was so terrified of messing it up that I guess I just thought, fuck it. It’s not going to work out. Let’s just get it over with.”

You had your hands on your thighs, and you were squeezing the fabric of your dress hard.

“But then…” She wrung her fingers. “Then you didn’t reply. And I knew I’d done exactly that. So I tried to go on with my life.” She scoffed. “It was fucking unbearable. I couldn’t focus at work. Any design I made had you in it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how I might’ve hurt you, so I did the stupidest thing and instead of telling you how I felt I just asked if you wanted to hang out. Because I convinced myself that maybe it was all in my head and you didn’t even feel the same way I did.”

She drew in closer. “Look, I won’t lie to you. I can’t promise you I’ll be great for you. I’m not easy. But I do like you. A lot.”

You exhaled. Your eyes landed on your feet, then on her. Another tear trailed down your cheek. “Ellie…”

The look on her face broke your heart. She looked so vulnerable, like she was terrified of what you’d say next. So you just got up and walked over to her, placing your hands on her shoulders. She gazed up at you, keeping her hands to herself. You planted a small kiss on her lips. Then you drew back to look at her.

She was quick to wrap her hands around your waist, pulling you to her, kissing you hungrily. You were about to settle back into the couch when she hoisted you up, guiding your legs to fit around her waist. She stood up and kissed your neck as she carried you over to your room, laying you down gently on the bed.

Then your lips were meeting again, your limbs and torso moving in tune with hers. And there it was again, that sweet nectarine feeling coursing through you. She stopped kissing you just long enough to pull off your jacket while you pushed up her jumper, after which she went back in, ravenous for the feel of your mouth against hers.

Her hand went to your dress, tugging it up, then it was sliding up your thigh and you couldn’t help but let out a pleased groan at her touch. You felt the corners of her mouth move the slightest bit. Her fingers moved to pull at your underwear, dipping inside your folds. It was hard to keep in time with her then, as your body racked through with pleasure, you kept breaking the kiss to let out gasps and moans Ellie seemed desperate to swallow.

“El,” you whispered. She traveled from your cheeks to your jaw, planting pecks along the way, her nose pushing slightly against your skin.

“What is it?” she said, but when you didn’t say anything other than her nickname, she continued the thrusting motion of her fingers, deeper and deeper until she hit a spot which caused you to arch your back and whine. The orgasm built inside you and crashed down your legs, leaving them trembling. You inhaled and exhaled hard. Ellie withdrew her hand and brought her fingers to her lips, licking them. You hid your face, smiling.

She laughed and brought it back so you would look at her. You wrapped your legs around one of hers, so that your thigh was up against her warmth, making her grunt. When you began moving your body up and down, your thigh followed, and she hugged your arms, desperate to feel more of the pressure.

Your moans blended into each other. Ellie came first, and you came right after she started touching your neck and sucking the thin skin there.

Her hands went to your face, cupping it in her palms, her fingers brushing up and down your cheeks so her digits could feel the little parts which were still damp. Your own fingers studied the freckled bridge of her nose, the scar at her brow, the curve of her lips. Her eyes were red, and you didn’t know if it was from the weed or crying or both. Time passed differently. It didn’t matter how much of it you spent.

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a/n - pls feel free to comment what you think!! I love receiving comments I might not reply to them all bc I don't want to be annoying but I promise I see them and I love them smm

@boobdrug @macaroni676 @appleofmyii @hemmo01 @elsmissingfingers @elliesapple @fatbootymuncher @d1psht @liasxeatt @metrolinha743 @nouvell-vague @salvatoreamoree @bforest

p.s. I love ur usernames...sorry if I missed anyone

[deadbeat-motel]

ᑕᕼEᖇᖇIᗷOᗰᗷ ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕIᖇᑭEᑎTIOᑌᔕ ᖇEᗪEᔕIGᑎ

The last two designs for the main cast. With these two done, I can finally work on miscellaneous characters that I've been eyeing the most.

Again, thoughts below the cut:

My issues with their Original designs:

Sir Pentious:

I thought I would only have one thing to say about him (the unnecessary eyes) since he was my favorite in the entire original cast but having taken a closer look at him for this, I saw a lot of things that bothers me.

Too many eyes. specifically the lower half of his body has too many eyes and it seems detrimental to him. It's kind of painful to think about it since I do not think we ever see those eyes close. Is he just slithering on the ground with those exposed eyes? That's got to be irritating at best and damaged at worst as he continuously slithers on them.

There are eyes on the bowtie and the hat? There are already 4 extra eyes on his hood, so why have even more? I get that the original Pentious design was basically a monsterous amalgamation of eyes but the eye thing could have been scrapped altogether.

While his palette was the least red out of the cast (More so composed of yellows), it still blends in with the rest of the reds.

The claws are an unnecessary repeating design trait (Alastor and Vox notably have them too). I don't think it would've been too big of a difference to just keep his fingers fully black.

The stripes on his suit are too thick. It's called pinstripes for a reason.

I don't like how the hat is shaped to fit the head, It's awkward.

not a point, but I just wanted to say how the blue color palette works really well with him in that last episode.

CherriBomb:

She's not that bad of a design (She's sort of bland in my opinion) but it's the little small details about her that makes her so simple and also so complicated at the same time. There are so many batches of freckles scattered everywhere, little explosion lines on her skirt as well as the X on her chest, the tattoos are a jamble of random loops and bombs, and her tattering doesn't have an easy shape to consistently draw.

The thought process for these two:

Mx. Pentious:

Pentious goes by both Sir/Miss/Mx. but uses she/they pronouns.

Minimized the actual amount of eyes on her, I kept it only to her actual eyes and those on her hood.

Gave her a butterfly-shaped hood. It's nothing deep since it stems from the fact the notches in Sir Pentious' hood almost looked like one to my bad eyesight. I decided to play more into that idea.

I read some posts where people talk about how Sir Pentious should have a snout and while I understand why and fully support people giving him one, I really didn't want to add the snout to this design. It drove me crazy since I'm not a big fan of it. I tried a compromise where her head was shaped more like Phineas.

Kept the tophat but removed its eye and mouth. If I remember correctly, Viv took that from one of her co-workers from the pilot. I decided to just have it as a regular tophat.

It doesn't have all the colors, but her design does have the Neptunic flag.

I'm not sure if this even is a real snake but I based Mx. Pentious' design on this:

CherriBomb:

Scraped most of her features in exchange for a sukeban theme. I personally have zero knowledge about the punk scene in Australia.

A majority of the suggestions I received for her rough draft had something to do with the skirt. I elongated it and gave it a slit in which the magenta from the inside is able to pop out.

Thought it would be a cute detail to have her hair explode if she's angry.

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Apologies this took too long to be posted, Life got in the way as well as the fact I was feeling shitty about Pentious' first draft. Her skin was an awkward and ugly shade of green and seeing some posts critical of Pentious' design got me to think a little bit more about what direction I'd like to move her redesign.

You could see this in the earlier rough sketches but this was how Pentious' first redesign looked like

[heartsforvin]

kissing the bridge of vinnie’s nose and he’s like ??? at first but then he enjoys it and thinks you’re so sweet (I love his cute lil nose ok🥺🥺)

SWEET

“it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me..”

sweet - cigarettes after sex

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: FLUFFFFFF <333, mentions of insecurities, one lil sexual joke (i gotta, im sorry 😭)

summary: you loved everything about vinnie, especially his nose and you love to make it known to him

you loved everything about vinnie. from his pretty brown eyes, curly blonde hair, to his cute nose. there was absolutely nothing you loved more than his cute little button nose, though.

you knew vinnie had struggled with insecurity of his own, having said it to you before. you loved to make it known just how much you love each of his features, even if he thinks of them as flaws.

there’ll be days where you spring out a compliment out of nowhere, catching the boy completely off guard.

“your eyes look so pretty, baby.” you’ll say, subtly glancing at him, making vinnie turn his gaze on you.

he gets flustered, almost embarrassed but not in the sense of he was doing anything that was embarrassing.

the compliments you gave the most were about the subtle things about him, ones that most don’t see.

youre standing in front of your boyfriend on your tip toes as you kiss him sweetly. once you pull away, your eyes linger on his, smiling as his lips tug into a smile of his own.

you reach up and put your hand on his cheek, stroking his cheekbone softly as you give him the sweetest of smiles.

he doesn’t know where the sudden affection is coming from, but he’s definitely not complaining.

he smiles as you kiss his cheek, wondering how lucky he got to have you in his life. he watches your fingers dance along his skin until they reach one of the freckles that adorn his pretty face.

it’s nothing, really, just apart of him. thats what makes you love it so much — love him so much.

“baby!” you exclaim as you run into his room, catching the blondes attention as you jump into his arms.

vinnie laughs as he catches you with no hesitation. you wrap your legs around his waist while his hand holds you just under your thighs to keep you steady.

your arms wrap around his neck as you pepper kisses all over him, making vinnie laugh as you do so.

he’ll never get tired of the way you love him, the way you constantly show just how much you love him.

the kisses, the compliments, the random surprises of gifts, it all just stuns him to think how lucky he got to find someone like you.

once you decided you’re done, you stop for a minute and look at him.

vinnie can’t tell the look that’s in your eyes. he doesn’t know if something bothered you just now, or what.

that’s when he sees you lean in and feels you plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose. it confuses him for a minute, seeing as that’s a new place for the affection.

“what’s that for?” he asks, not wanting to break the comfortable silence, but doing so anyway.

you smile and tighten your legs around him as if you’re hugging him tighter.

“i love your nose,” you say as if it were obvious. “it’s definitely one of my favorite things about you.”

vinnie smiles. “oh yeah? what else is your favorite?“ he asks.

you smile widely, blushing at the thought of all your favorite things about the boy whose arm’s you’re in.

“hmm,” you hum as if it were to take a minute or two to think. in reality, you could list about five things right now with no problem.

“your eyes, your smile, your hugs, your arms, your tattoos — you talkin’ ‘bout the one on my weiner, right?” vinnie cuts you off with a joke, making you slap his chest.

“you do not have one there!” you exclaim, giggling as you do.

vinnie smirks as he starts to drop you to the ground. “you wanna see?” he asks, but you just shake your head.

“v i’m serious! i’m being all cute and you’re talkin’ about your dick. for once let me be cute and sweet on you without you making a dirty joke.”

the tone you say it in his a playful one, so vinnie knows you’re not actually mad. in all honesty, you love the little jokes he pulls out here and there.

“okay,” he says as he adjusts his hold on you, making sure you don’t fall out from under him. “keep going, i’m loving the ego boost.”

you roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend. “i love your nose the most.” you say quietly as you kiss the bridge of his nose again.

vinnie smiles and cups your cheek, kissing it softly. “i love you the most.” he says.

you blush and hide your face in his chest. “look at me,” vinnie pulls your attention. you slowly look up at him and he’s smiling down at you. “i love you so much, my girl.”

your smile only widens as he now peppers kisses all over you. you loved him more than you could ever tell him.

“it’s true!” he chuckles. “thank you for loving me the way you do. i don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t here with me. being with you has made me the happiest i could ever be, and i’m so glad i get to do everything with you.”

tears start to well in your eyes at the words he’s saying. “don’t cry, my love.” vinnie says as he wipes your tears away.

he kisses right below your eye and you kiss the bridge of his nose once more.

“my favorite.” you say softly.

vinnie smiles as he carefully sets you down on his bed. he leans down to give you a proper kiss, smiling once he pulls away.

“forever.”

THIS IS SO CUTE SHUT UPPPPP

also if you got the ‘i have a tattoo on my weiner’ reference, i love you 🫦

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[urhoneycombwitch]

you oughta know: part I

Spring Break

series masterlist

foreword: since Eddie Munson is our collective Ken doll to dress up as we please I present to you my new and improved: dirtbag!college!Eddie. now with 50% more tattoos and a splash of 90s grunge college academia aesthetic.

cw: drinking, intoxication, R has breasts, R and Eddie are slut4slut in this

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The bass on this houseparty’s stereo pumps through the floorboards, rattling every wall of the building. Hiding out in the less-stimulating kitchen seems like a good option for tonight.

Apparently, this other guy thinks so, too, ‘cuz soon it’s just you and him across the counter from another. He’s handsome, actually. Moonlight from a window above the sink highlights strong cheekbones and a sharp cupid’s bow as he helps himself to a glass from the cupboard.

Slinking out from elbow-rolled shirtsleeves are thick, dark vine tattoos; they wind around his forearms, smattered with hair and freckles, the ink trailing to end at his wrists.

You lean forward onto the counter separating you two (well aware that you’re spilling out of your top), then tip the neck of your beer bottle at him- “Eddie?”

He spins to face you, raises a pretty brow, long lashes sweeping over auburn eyes- “Uh- maybe? Who wants to know, dollface.”

A scrunch of distaste with your nose at the nickname, you barrel through the discomfort- “Oh, I thought it might be you. I’m Robin’s roommate. She said her weed guy had cool tattoos.”

The guy’s face lights up with a lopsided smile, dimples peeking out as he preens, “So you think they’re cool?”

You roll your eyes, take an unamused sip of beer, press a bit further into your hands on the counter. A little thrill at your small victory- his eyes flicking down once, twice, to your cleavage- you ride the alcohol-gifted looseness and adrenaline. “Psst. Hey. My eyes are up here, perv.”

It’s a tease. A goad masked as chiding. Eddie sets his glass of water down, doe eyes fixed on yours, not falling for the trap of your quick inhale- “You seriously sayin’ that to me, when you’re the one with your tits out?”

He tsks, walks those big boots over, leanin’ in to your counter space, close enough to smell the spice of his cologne- “Would almost think you like the attention.”

You swallow hard. Hold your ground, looking up at him through your lashes, bust still on display- “Yeah, and you’d probably like to be the one to give it to me. In your dreams, pal.”

It’s getting harder to play hard-to-get as Eddie bumps his hip against yours. The whites of his eyes are slightly bloodshot (you can smell the heady undercurrent of weed wafting from his clothes), while the black of his pupils are already blown out with feverish lust. “C’mon, have a heart, angel. Can’t fault a boy for dreamin’.”

And goddammit if you don’t melt for that line. (He really is a rather great lyricist, as you’ll come to find out this upcoming semester.)

In retrospect, you’ll never admit it, but you did make the first move- pressed him right up against Linda Satler’s kitchen counter and kissed him, with tongue. Robin walked in on the two of you and got in a full shriek before either of you realized someone else had come in, jumping apart like two children caught arms-deep in a cookie jar.

“God, gross,” she gags, louder than the wave of sound flooding in from the open door. She crosses the room in a few swift strides and plucks at your elbow, a reproachful whisper- “I sent you to get weed, not to make out with the dealer!”

“I am getting weed, Robin,” you insist, patient but firm, pulling from her grasp to turn back to Eddie, teeth worrying at your bottom lip that shimmers with mixed saliva as you ask, sweet and simply- “Can I please have some weed?”

It wasn’t actually your plan to butter Eddie up for a better price (another fact you’d remain stoically opposed to, later), but he gave it to you, all the same- a laughably low amount for a bundle of pre-rolls.

Robin’s eyes bug out at the amount he hands it over- then she smoothly pockets the goods and pats you on the shoulder. “Okay. My mistake. I actually love that you’re both getting acquainted in this manner. You have my blessing to do it a bunch more, just- not when I’m in the room. M’kay?”

She grins cheekily at Eddie before looping her arm in yours, pulling you with her towards the door- you call out before it closes behind you both, “Robin’s number is our landline! You can call me there, if you want!”

Eddie stands still for a few moments after you’re swallowed up by the noise of the party, palm flat to the twinge in his chest. Cupid’s arrow, he can feel it sinking in.

He’s an RA, this semester. Really can’t afford to be seeing cute girls and selling them weed- at least, not at the same time. Gotta straighten up a bit over Spring Break, he thinks.

Then he cracks the window open. Lights up a joint. Smokes out into the fresh night air and tries really hard to think of anything other than your tits. (A game of mostly losses.)

[andyxd151]

Fun facts about my YV OC’s

Dante is the oldest (not confirming their ages though)

Marina’s nickname is Rina

Oliver can dislocate his rists at will and it freaks everyone out every single time he does that

Ryu has a sunflower tattoo on their back bc of their petname

Amari is ambidextrous

Kaliska’s name means ‘coyote chasing deer’

Cyrus actually hates meatloaf, but their aunt gave it to to them to have something to eat and they were to nice to say no, so that’s why it was just sitting there when Lucien came in

Amari’s dad and Rina’s and Oliver’s moms are siblings making these three cousins

The day she gave Charlie the mixtape, Amari was sent home early so she wouldn’t have to find out Charlie’s answer to the note he (never) got with the tape because she was almost certain that she’d be rejected

Ryu practiced the whole scene where they confessed to Finn with the tickets all night the night before in front of the mirror because she was sweating and shaking at the thought of it

Rina likes to crochet in her free time

Cyrus was a theatre kid in both middle school and high school

Kaliska has a pet hog nose snake named Pringle

Dante had a weird anime kid phase in the 5th grade, he cringes every time he remembers it

Dante actually met Ryu in college and even dated for a bit

The three cousins lived in their own apartment that the three of them rented thanks to the help of Amari’s connections during college

Oliver chose to move out straight after college in order to open up his small bakery

As soon as she moved out, Rina wanted to move back in saying she felt to lonely

Amari was the last one to leave the apartment

Amari is the oldest, Rina is the middle, and Oliver is the youngest but they were all born in the same year

Dante was born and raised in Japan by his mom and her family, he moved to the US for college

Amari and Ryu were fun buddies that also didn’t get along for a bit but now kinda get along and bond over the fact that they both like oblivious blondes with freckles

Amari has a pool in her backyard and Charlie has yet to look back there, she doesn’t mention it because they want to see how surprised and bewildered he’ll be when they get to tell him how it’s been there the whole time and the only reason he never know was because he never asked

Cyrus has a pet European rat named Remy (I snuck in my baby)

Marina has a succubus womb tattoo

Amari’s skateboard nickname for Charlie is “Ollie” like the backward Ollie

Oliver has a fear of the dark and even has a night light for the nights Al doesn’t sleep over

Cyrus hates being too hot or too cold but loves the heat from their living space heater

Ryu works as a tattoo artist in shop just down the street from Finn’s flower shop

Kaliska is the best at playing rock paper scissors

Rina sometimes needs to FORCE the food down Auron’s throat not because he doesn’t like the food, but because he claims to be to busy to eat, and by force I mean having this man in some sort of a head lock while trying to get the fork in his mouth, the whole experience is like trying to give your pet their pills

Dante HATES apricots he likes peaches and every other variation of peaches EXCEPT APRICOTS, he’s not allergic he just has a really weird hatred for specificity apricots

Before meeting Faust, Dante would go to Comicon and Anime Expo with Cyrus every year, now he goes with them both

Cyrus likes to watch the Hangover movies when they’re stressed

Before they met Finn, Ryu was actually kind of a grumpy person, but now they have their sunshine:)

Oliver was a tube baby and a C section baby, he sometimes questions if he’s even really human

Rina was allergic to cats when she was little

Cyrus is double jointed in their thumbs and can dislocate them at will, it weirds the hell out of Lucien every single time

Dante has a scar on his back from being whacked with a branch by another student from when he was a kid

Ryu actually loves animals

Cyrus can’t cook for shit but can make a MEAN cherry pie

Kaliska and Jack have matching bracelets

Finn always packs Ryu lunch

Same goes for Lucien and Cyrus

Kaliska is lactose intolerant but continues to eat anything and everything with dairy whenever she gets the chance

Dante is an Xbox guy

Cyrus likes to watch Lucien sleep in order to make themself sleepy

Ryu has a snaggle tooth

That’s all for now! I have more but I don’t want to put too much in one post :)

[thepepsislvt]

Punk!Ace x Male Reader Modern AU

Inspired by Cupid’s. Chokehold/Breakfast in America By Gym Class Heros

Warnings: cursing, mention of bad home life for Ace, reader cries bc overwhelmed, kinda spicy at the end but very minimum, was crying internally making this, Ace being the best boy, fluffy

Today was Ace’s and your first anniversary. you had been best friends since you were children and as best friends should do you would always spend time together. You both had spent so much time together when you were little that in your teen years, your parents gave Ace a key for whenever he wanted to come over and hang out.

Thankfully your high school years had come and gone. You had just started your first year of college with Ace where he was learning to become an engineer. You both decided to get an apartment off campus with two other people, Marco and Deuce. Ace had known them from playing video games online in high school. Ace had formed a band with Deuce on drums, Marco on lead guitar and Ace was bass and lead vocalist. Ace had tried to convince you to join their little band but you decided it wasn’t for you. You still listened to them practice whenever you had free time from your apprenticeship to be a tattoo artist and piercer. you were taking classes for design and you were content with it.

In your second year of college, you came out to Ace as gay. He apparently knew since y’all were 12.

“am I supposed to be surprised?” Ace had said while tuning his guitar

You only shook your head and laughed it off as he explained to you every single time he knew you were gay. He even laughed at knowing that before you did.

During New Year the same year, you both had gotten a little too drunk at a party and may have hooked up. That morning on Ace’s birthday after a long awkward conversation you decided to at least try being together. That was the best decision of your life. Ace and you were perfect together. Everything was going smoothly. Perfect even. You guys would cuddle and watch movies almost nightly. When he was practicing with his band he would make sure you were always near him and had his eyes on you.

Since his band is pretty popular online, he and his band would have livestreams of band practices or whatever wacky shit they were doing at the time. One time during a Q&A when you had the day off of classes and apprenticeship, one of the viewers asked if they had a S/O. Ace, being the golden retriever boyfriend he was, immediately shot up out of his seat, tackled you when he found you in his room, and had you sit on his lap while he gushed about you and how you’re the perfect boyfriend.

Everything was perfect. That's why today, your 1st anniversary had to be perfect too. but it seems as if the world didn't agree with that. You had planned on going shopping with Ace to make dinner together. You woke up at 9 am to get ready for the day but Ace didn’t even wake up till 1:30 Pm. he said he was up all night working on something. That's fine you can both still go out together and enjoy the perfect sunny day. Except when you finally started leaving it was pouring. You looked at Ace with a pout and he shrugged.

“Hey it’s okay, I like the rain, the store is indoors silly, we won't get wet” He reminded you as he grabbed one of the umbrellas from behind the door.

You smiled at him and kissed his freckled cheek causing his face to heat up. Even though you always gave him kisses he was always flustered.

“so why are we getting dinner again? we have food at home so what's the occasion?” Ace asked you as he opened the driver's door of your car for you

“you don’t remember? Today is a special day!” You had replied while giggling with joy

“Shit I know it is my birthday but usually we just make a cake and call it a day” Ace says shrugging once more before making his way to the passenger seat

He forgot. Maybe he might remember in a bit. You had to give him some credit he did just wake up a little under an hour ago. Just give it some time it will be fine. You took a deep breath and started heading to the grocery store. It could still end up a great day.

But nothing could ever work out as planned. not too long into the drive you had got a flat tire. You let out a groan of annoyance and went to get the spare from the back. You knew how to change a tire so it wasn't a big problem. You were just slightly overwhelmed by how nothing was going as planned today. when you opened the back to get to the spare tire, nothing was there

“ACE!” you yelled for your boyfriend over the rain and he quickly came over to you

“What's up babe- oh fuck” Ace stopped himself when he saw that the spare wasn't there “Oh right… Deuce needed it for whatever he was doing and did not return it yet”

you had it. you went back into the car and just started to cry. Ace hurried up and called the tow company nearest to you since both of your roommates were visiting their family for the holidays. While you both waited for a tow man to come out, Ace held you in his arms and helped calm you down. The stress over everything had been too much for you and it was all just overwhelming.

After a long wait for a tow man and a longer wait to get the tire changed you finally were heading home. Ace decided it was best to doordash something for dinner and a cake for him. The sun had set and Ace was driving you both home as you sat in the passenger seat quietly. The car ride was quiet so halfway home Ace decided to play some music. your ears perked up as you heard the first notes of the song you and Ace had decided was your guys’ song, Cupid’s Chokehold by Gym Class Heros. only it sounded slightly strange. The instruments were more distorted and electric and the vocals sounded like…

Take a look at my boyfriend

He’s the only one I got

Not much of a boyfriend

I never seem to get a lot

…Ace

You quickly took his phone to look and saw that it was a cover of the song by the White Spades.

His band

You looked at him with tears in your eyes to see him smiling softly at you, not realizing you were already home and parked in your parking spot.

“Ace…” you whispered softly as you continued to listen to the song “You Didn’t Forget”

Ace cupped your face in his hands and wiped away the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. Your face turned upright as you smiled widely and started to sing along

I mean he even cooks me pancakes

And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches

If that ain’t love then I don’t know what love is

We even got a secret handshake

And he loves the music my band makes

If that ain’t love then I don’t know what is

You were overwhelmed with joy. You quickly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply which he returned immediately. he moved his hands to hold your hips from under the hoodie you stole from him and rubbed gentle circles into your skin. After a few moments, the two of you pulled away to get a chance to breathe. That didn’t last long as you pulled him back in for more desperate and lustful kisses. Ace moved his seat back and pulled you into his lap as things got more heated in the car.

Everything was finally perfect.

[cursedwithwords]

Okay you asked questions and I have some.

First: mark alwyn Howell. Love the name. Are him and Teddy first cousins? Like what’s the relation?

Two: are we gonna get Roxy’s reaction at their stupidity and their home car made tattoos? Is she gonna be mad, melted by the sweetness of it all, a mix of it? I imagine something like “you stupid idiots that so cute but I was right there!!!”.

Third: I’m kinda fixated on James looking like euphemia. It still means that he looks like James sr (like he is almost always described in 80% of fanfics) or something else?

Ahhhh these look fun!

Okay, so I think they're second cousins?? I made a family tree to show his relationship to everyone.

Teddy, Dove and Mark are about the same age, Ellis is younger, JJ is the oldest of the cousins. Mark is JJs little brother, but he also considers Teddy to be his sibling rather than his cousin, yknow? Since JJ is so much older, and because his parents passed when he was young, he basically raised Mark on his own, and is equally protective of Teddy. As far as hes concerned, those are his kids.

I may be able to slip Roxy’s reaction into the fic purely because it would be soooo funny. She can't really say much because Roxy ALSO stick and poked her own first tattoo in the girl's dorm bathroom at Hogwarts 😆 "What do you mean you gave each other tattoos in the fucking car?!" "Didn't you give yourself a tattoo in the fucking bathroom?" "This is NOT about me!"

So the way I imagine James Sr, he looked a lot like Fleamont. Black hair, dark eyes, glasses, though he had Euphemia's nose, facial structure, like you can tell he's her son.

Jamie, though, I imagine he looks like a carbon copy of Effie. His hair is russet, his eyes are deep brown or amber. The freckles he got from the Weasley's, but he has the same nose and facial structure as Effie. So he looks a little like his grandpa, but almost completely like his great grandma.

It's sort of like how some genes will pass on through the generations. Genetics all thrown into a bag and shaken up until a few generations later a kid is born who looks like their great grandparents instead of their parents.

I just really thought it would be special for James to look like Effie more than anyone else. It separates him from the Potter’s while simultaneously drawing him back to them through Euphemia. I also thought it would be sweet for Harry to have that connection to his grandmother through his son. None of them knew, of course, in the fic Harry had been too nervous to really check the records.

He wants to move on and make his own life so doesn't want to hinge on a past that he can't really connect to anymore. So he never looked into it. But James is going to, because he needs that connection. He's in a spot in his life where he doesn't know who he is, where he's going, what's expected of him, but this will help him.

Thank you so much for your questions, these were fun to answer! 😆😆😆😆

[imjustabeanie]

Hello hello it's me for the matchup trade 🌹Thank you for messaging me and please take all the time you need.

Female, she/her, INFJ, Gemini. Personality wise, I got two sides (stereotypical ik).

Most of the times, I'm really affectionate, warm, calm but I can also get really serious and slightly intimidating in a blink of an eye if it's needed, thing that surprises some. I'm basically that meme: I can be your angel or your devil (lol). Resting bitch face until you talk to me and I'm smiling at you. Extremely ambitious when I want something. Really protective and caring to my dear ones (I'd do anything for them). Unfortunately, I tend to overwork myself and won't say a word to others about it even though I know it's not good. I just don't want to bother anyone so I keep going. We all have problems in our lives, why should I add mine to anyone else's? However, I crave a break from it all so bad, from time to time...

I work in the medical field and love it, it was my dream and still is. I always make sure to put patients at ease and help them get through their condition mentally first. I'm interested in how people feel and think. I want to specialize myself in neuropshychology or medical recovery.

I'm the mom friend of the group, always the mature and responsible one.

Aesthetically wise I go for slight dark feminine and romantic. Colour palette: red, black, white, silver. I'm all about casual dresses, skirts, white shirts.

Appearance: Curvy, copper brown hair now, hazel eyes, a lot of beauty spots and subtle freckles on my face. I also have a tattoo (hint: it's a crescent moon on my thigh lol)

When I'm not studying, my hobbies are: Aikido and bokken training, dancing, oh and I also have a big thing for learning about perfumes, wine, and tea.

Likes: flowers, deep conversations, classic literature, meditation.

Deal breakers: cheating, indifference.

I'm attracted to both wild individuals and calm and serious ones. No in-between.

What I'm like as a lover: Soft (almost fragile) but really playful, teasing even. That's when I shed all the layers. My love language is physical touch and gift giving. I really like to help my partner relax and break free from all daily restraints.

Hope this is alright for you and not too long or confusing. Thank you so much for your time. Take care, dear, have a wonderful day!

Helloooo! Here's your match hehe

For JJK it's....Yuuta!

Okay so your jjk match is Yuuta. The reason I gave him to you is because he is also mature, caring and responsible plus he’s a romantic. Yuuta is understanding and sees beyond what you appear like (ngl you remind me of maki based on your description). So once he gets to know you more, I am sure there’s a blossoming romance coming (be careful of rika. She is y all number 1 problem lol). Your aesthetic also compliments his very well and he lets you know!

At first Yuuta will be too intimidated to speak to you since you have an rbf. But when you two got paired up for a mission and he saw you being all smiles and joking with him he let his guard down and started talking to you more. He notices his feelings when he found himself thinking more about you and being all red when you patch him up after a mission. Also you two work very well together because you know when to get serious.

Yuuta is very shy when you get all affectionate, if you’re in public he will take some time to respond lol. Bur it’s only a question of habit, he will even start initiating himself with time! He loves and craves your warmth, especially after a long mission where he only wants to find you and enjoy your presence. He is rather nervous but your calm personality helps him get grounded, you’re his reference if we can say that. That’s why he also got into meditation with you, it’s just so soothing! Now, both of you overwork yourselves and are hypocrites about it. What I mean is that you both scold the other for overworking themselves lol. That’s why you came to an understanding that you both have the right to just…get the other away from their work if it gets too much as well as a mandatory 2 hours together each night.

Now I think that Yuuta will notice how you don’t share your problems but he doesn’t know how to deal with it. He will probably ask Maki and gojo for advices (wrong people. Yuuta you should know better..) And in the end it’s Toge who gives him good advices to give you space at first and then confront you about it. He’s a little hurt that you won’t confide in him because to him, your problems are his problems. What kind of lover is he if he just abandoned you to your demons? Yuuta is very determined about this too lol so try to rely on him more.

Concerning your aikido and bonkken training, he is your guy. He was formed by maki and gojo so yeah he’s good. He loves sparing with you because you both learn from each other. I think he sucks at dancing and he’s too shy so good luck making him participate lmao. I headcannon that he is a bookworm and probably has some knowledge on teas, it’s not uncommon for you two to surprise the other with a new tea flavor (he will even do the 4 hours tea ceremony for you and with you). He also reads all your recommendations and brings you gifts (often books) each time he is in a solo mission or makes you worry. He doesn’t spoil you with gifts and touch as much as you do but Yuuta is someone whose love language is words and acts of service. He always tries to make your life easier like you made his easier. The biggest issue is probably him accepting the fact that he loves someone else after the whole rika fiasco. He doesn’t want to endanger you!

Your runner up is nanami

For BNHA it's...aizawa!

Aizawa!

This one effing bothers me cuz you predicted it! Urgh….but at the same time he fits you so well! Aizawa is a no bs guy who despite his rude and lazy exterior cares a lot about his entourage so there’s a lot of common points here if you see.

You two definitely started as work besties and none can convince me otherwise. You’re his favorite medic as he always feels calm and soothed around you. Heck if you accepted he’d take a subscription cuz due to his quirk he does need regular consultations. At the start he’d be annoyed at how you respond to his indifferent behavior but then he understands that you’re just mirroring his bitchiness so he starts acting more friendly and all. I think he’d be the one to propose training with you when he can and that’s due to the rising villains in the bnha universe so he worries about you. He finds you to be a nice sparring partner.

Now, how Aizawa falls in love is a mystery but the person who pointed that out to him is definitely Mic (who may or may not have been the one to convince students to address you both as mum and dad for teasing). After you two got together, Aizawa definitely started showing more warmth and love in private. He doesn’t mind your physical touch but he probably initiates a lot of cuddling when you two are home resulting in you two being always late. He is also the type of partner who teases you at home and none can convince me otherwise but him and the author.

I also believe that Aizawa is the type of dude who are into meditation, yoga and all activities that help him be more at ease. He is so happy to do them with you! He also find your work ethic and ambitions so motivating that even his colleagues noticed changes in him since he got with you. He is…*gasp* livelier! Congrats on this new achievement. But your colleagues also noticed you being less of a work alcoholic because Aizawa is a calm voice of reason who can somehow always convince you to stop when you’re ruining yourself. I believe him to be quite emotionally intelligent and when he notices you having internal problems he doesn’t confront you directly. No he hints at it softly and then when you’re in private he asks you what’s wrong during your daily cuddling session. You’re not a bother to anyone and if someone says so then they’re not worth befriending. That’s his moto to you.

Aizawa loves your passion for perfumes, wines and teas. I can see him subscribing you both to a tea tasting thing each month and marking down your favorites. And he also loves bringing you two a rare bottle of wine each month to enjoy it. For perfumes, students noticed their sensei smelling differently ever since you two started dating…yeah he is spraying your perfume on his pillow to be with you when you’re away. He is also into classic literature when he has time but, due to his eyes he prefers to listen to audio books.

The biggest issues with aizawa is that he seems aloof and indifferent but he is not. You just have to get through that barrier.

I hope you like it!

[rhywhitefang]

Last Hour References Part 1

Poor Lighton, disoriented, confused, and doesn't even have a shirt on his back </3 At first, I pictured our boy as blond but at this point, I do think the dark hair suits him in a different way :)

My favorite thing about Heliogabs outfit is the rubber boots :) And of course I had to feature the hook since they're putting it to such diligent use

I like Aiden's freckles, they make him look so cute. And how could I deny him his signature bow? Getting ready to shoot! The glass blower outfit. In the beginning the sleeves were just as poofy as his trousers but that looked quite ridiculous. Also ever since Phi pointed it out to me, I can't unsee that the pockets on his apron form a fucking smiley face. You're welcome.

I had a very clear vision for Caviens outfit from the beginning, with the one exception that I only added the pattern for his coat at the last minute though. I like that I did that though because I think it pulls the look together and makes it seem just a bit more fancy for our mayor here.

If you talked to me at all it's been pretty clear that I like Tesla a lot and I think that's evident from the way I draw him.

Honestly, I really like Lithos overalls, he looks adorable. I was a bit sloppy with the plaid pattern but I think you can still tell what it's supposed to be.

Diego's whole get up was super clear to me from the beginning, and it was one of the ones that already had a design before I did any of the others. The feather cape isn't even that much of a pain to draw and I think it really fits the whole vibe. It was the mask that I designed fresh for these, and I'm happy with it, I think it's the most "Venecian" mask out of all of them.

Speaking of masked dancers, I really wanted to emphasise the whole insect theme with Cas. This is why he has like, this almost armor-like body suit. You know, like an exoskeleton. With every body part being partitioned in its own section. Originally, I had the wings at his shoulders like a cape, but I like the look of this better, more ornamental at his hips. His mask has a pretty clear and detailed description in the story so I didn't have to interpret too much.

Fun fact! Joule is the only person in this arena wearing a dress! I even gave her a corset for it, and - sorry to gush - I think she looks just to die for. With her role, I thought it made sense to give her something-coat like, but I wanted to be cute, so I give her a little coat dress. She even gets a silly little hat^^

I've been told that Silvins snake theme isn't quite as obvious as I'd like it to be with his costume, which uh.... fair enough. I mean, he does have a snakeskin texture through his jacket and the flaps around his hood are supposed to be reminiscient of a cobra, but I can see how that doesn't totally come through. His mask is also the one that I'm not 100% satisfied with... it doesn't look very wearable ^^'

Tiffany's outfit is another one that's pretty clearly described, so I didn't have to add all that much. The fun is in picking the coloro f her headwrap.

I have an entire folder full of tattoos for Mateo^^ He's got a lot of them and only some of them are specifically described. Although I don't think I'll be drawing him shirtless any time soon for this exact reason.

I think Tave's outfit is the one that gets the most thorough description of all them in the story, so I honestly just drew what was described. My only addition is the off-the-shoulder cape. I just think it looks cool^^

[hraunwyf]

igavehimlxfe​:

That gave him pause. Rationally, he shouldn’t even remotely attempt something like that without proper prep… but she was so willing, and it would probably be a long while before he could get his hands on that ultrasound… and if he couldn’t really cause her much harm anyway because of her alternate biology…

"Let’s give it a shot. I can’t guarantee it’ll work, but we can try. Please remove your shirt, and lay down on your front. I think a kidney biopsy will be the easiest, given what we have available to us.”

While she did that, Herbert got the rest of his supplies ready, all lined up and ready to go.

“You’d be surprised how many people are reluctant to help, even if they can. Death can be an… intimidating opponent. I am grateful, it’s been a long time since I’ve had someone so eager to assist. And you’re signing up for a procedure that is not painless. Another request, is it all right if I don’t put a bandage on the incision after the biopsy is complete? I’d like to see your enhanced healing at work, how notably faster it is.”

loki runs a quick mental checklist, regarding the calendar and how time works, and eventually concludes that since it isn’t early winter it can’t possibly be her birthday, despite all evidence to the contrary. still, she has the decency and restraint to wait until his back’s turned before she pulls her shirt off and turns to make herself comfortable on the table, arms crossed beneath her head, a nest of her curls she can watch him in her periphery from.

the skin of her back is smooth, the lightest spattering of freckles near her shoulders, a deeply black runic tattoo etched between her shoulderblades that she’s mostly forgotten is there. most importantly, it’s so cool in the lab, and her skin and all those fine little blond hairs prickle in the almost-imperceptible sweep of chill air.

“death is intimidating. i’ve got no choice but to applaud your courage in trying to face it down.” that isn’t completely true; conquering death is very much a typical ‘mad science’ sort of move, but she has to respect the classics, right? where would anyone be without them? and getting to experience it always makes it more special. “i shouldn’t need any bandaging at all, so you’re fine. if you move quick enough, i won’t even bleed—but i’m assuming you’ll want to take your time.”

[kazucee]

Solangelo Hcs cuz I miss them.

-Nico hates swallowing pills. Like despises it, It's always ends up with Will restling him to get him to take his vitamins.

-Their first date was in an art museum. But it's not the typical aesthetic art date you'd imagine. No they spent the entire day sitting on one bench inside the air-conditioned room smelling of old paint (yes they have McDonald's) and just talked about anything and everything. Art be damned.

-Will placed a small sun sticker on the hilt of Nico's Stygian iron, and it's been there ever since.

-They both learned sign language for fun one day, and now uses it when they want to communicate but don't want anyone else understanding them.

-Nico almost fainted when he saw Wills sun tattoo.

-Will once gave Nico the same exact t-shirt he wore in boo, saying "it suits it" earning a glare from Nico. He still kept it.

-Will can play the pan pipe. Nico can play the Kalimba.

-Nico taught Will how to make flower crowns. Will never lets him live it down (he actually loves that skill Nico had very much)

-once when they were both bored, Nico drew all the names of the mythomagic cards on Wills arms, Will did the same but it's scientific names of random stuff (they both used permanent markers and suffered dearly)

-Nico likes Wills Doctor hands and will take every opportunity to caress and hold it.

-As a prank, Nico once connected all the freckles on Wills face (with the help of s siblings) (yes will was sleeping)

-Will leant one of his doctor lab coats to Nico and now Nico refuses to give it back

-their version of I love you is "stay safe" and "come back to me"

-Will is the type to hyper fixate on one song for weeks, while Nico immediately moves on to the next

-they share a joint Spotify playlist.

-insults = ily

-Will has the periodic table pinned on Nico's cabin walls.

-they both are good at painting. They often paint each other whenever they're bored

These were fun to make!! I'll make a part 2 when I come up with more cute stuff eueueue.

[be11atrixthestrange]

Constellations

Have some romione thirst for the IWSC! :).

Theme: Write about a character not understanding their relationship with someone.

Mandatory Prompt: [Physical appearance] Freckles

Additional Prompt: [Dialogue tag] Stutter

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Constellations

"Am I pushing too hard?"

"You're fine."

A warm glow from the fireplace cast a flickering light toward the two fifth-years, their whispers barely audible over the crackling flames.

"You're sure I'm not hurting you?"

"No. It feels pretty good, actually."

Hermione ran her finger over Ron's arm and smiled when his hair stood on end in response to her touch. "Are you cold?" she asked.

"No."

"Then why do you have goosebumps?"

"I dunno."

With a roll of her eyes, she removed the tip of her quill from Ron's arm. "There. All done."

Hermione had drawn a series of lines to connect seven freckles on Ron's forearm in the shape of a geometric spoon. Ron's ears tinted pink as he admired her work.

"Cool," he said. "Mum's going to freak when she sees my tattoo."

"What constellation is it?" she asks.

"The ladle one."

Hermione raised a questioning eyebrow. "The ladle one? Do you mean the big dipper?"

"Yes! That one!"

"Honestly, Ron, that's the easiest one. If you don't even know the big dipper you'll fail the Astronomy exam—"

"Hermione, stop making this about homework."

"Of course it's about homework!" she insisted. "Let me do another one."

"Fine."

Hermione tapped her wand to Ron's forearm and her drawing disappeared. She rattled her quill against her knee to work the ink down, then studied the series of dots on his arm. There were so many to choose from. She could create any constellation from the galaxy of freckles spattered across his skin.

Her fingers traced potential drawings and she couldn't help but notice the firm musculature underneath. Playing Keeper on the Quidditch team had given him more definition, and the extra time spent in the sun had caused some of his freckles to meld together. She wondered if the dots were more defined elsewhere, maybe somewhere with less sun exposure. It might be easier to trace constellations along his shoulders or his back. Did he have freckles on his stomach?

"Stop," hissed Ron as he yanked his arm away. "That tickles!"

"Sorry!" Hermione hadn't realized her hand had been trembling, her fingers stuttering against his skin and sending her feather-light touch into an unpredictable pattern. "I'll draw it now, give your arm back."

"Fine," said Ron as he draped his arm back across her lap. His shoulder came right up to her cheek, tempting her to rest her head on it.

She caught a whiff of his cologne, which momentarily overpowered the ashy smell of the fireplace. He smelled like bourbon aged in a barrel of oak. Not that Hermione knew what bourbon tasted like, but she'd expect it to taste like Ron. Or at least taste how Ron smelled. 

She giggled at the preposterous idea. She didn't want to taste Ron, definitely not. That would be weird.

Bourbon aged in oak might taste quite nice though.

Also, when had he started wearing cologne? Christmas was coming up, and she had been looking for a gift for him. Maybe she should buy him cologne. Was that a normal gift for a friend?

"What's so funny?" asked Ron, his voice low and almost raspy in her ear.

"No-nothing," she stuttered, twirling the quill in her hand. It nearly slipped out of her palm, so she tightened her sweaty fingers around it. "Ready?"

"Yep."

Hermione got to work, connecting freckles with a fresh line of ink. Her hand shook as she drew, which gave her constellation a more artistic look, and she couldn't help but think Ron would look nice with a tattoo. Sure, his mother would hate it, and Hermione generally wasn't a big fan of tattoos, but seeing one on Ron might change her mind about them.

"Hmm. That feels good," said Ron. His arm grew heavy on Hermione's lap as he relaxed, and she became acutely aware of the way his fingers rested against the thin fabric of her pajama pants, just above her knee.

Her stomach dropped and a lump formed in her throat. She wondered if that was what it would feel like to swallow a bezoar. A chill swept through her body and her flesh broke out with goosebumps, despite the warmth of the crackling fire.

"Are you cold? asked Ron, his tone warm and playful as though his words had filtered through a smile, and Hermione didn't have to glance at him to know he was wearing his lopsided grin.

"No."

Maybe she should have said yes, and he would have given her his jumper. Would it have smelled like bourbon aged in oak?

"Then why do you have goosebumps?"

"I-I don't know."

Ron chuckled and rested his head on the back of the sofa. His eyes fluttered shut. It was getting late, and maybe they should head to bed soon, or else they'd risk falling asleep together on the couch.

And that would definitely be weird.

"All done," chirped Hermione. Her voice was louder and squeakier than she'd planned, which caused Ron to jolt his head back up.

He squinted at his arm. "The letter v?"

"Honestly Ron! You of all people should know this one!"

"Why?"

"Because you are one."

Ron sat up a little straighter and slid his arm off of Hermione's lap, leaving an emptiness as though he'd yanked a blanket from her. He cocked his head to the side. "Pisces?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't look anything like a fish."

"Yeah. Well. Welcome to Astronomy."

Ron laughed, a sound so contagious that Hermione joined in, and the pair barely heard the portrait door whoosh open, and footsteps approaching their spot on the sofa. It wasn't until Harry plopped down in an armchair across from them that their laughter subsided.

"What's so funny?" asked Harry, his eyebrows raising above the black rims of his glasses.

"Oh, nothing. Hermione's just drawing constellations on my arm." Ron showed Harry the crooked drawing on his forearm. "It's Pisces."

"Is it?"

"Yep."

Harry looked from Ron's arm to his, then rolled up his sleeve and addressed Hermione. "Can you do me next?"

Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but her throat felt dry. For some reason, imagining Harry's arm draped across her lap made her want to shudder. "N-no!"

The stutter was beginning to bother her, as she was usually so graceful with her words.

"Why not?" asked Harry, his eyes narrowing.

"Because… you don't have freckles."

"So?"

"You can't have constellations without stars."

Harry considered her response, then nodded and rolled his sleeve back down. "Point made. I'm gonna go to bed."

He rose to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, which revealed a pasty white, freckle-free strip of skin above his waistband. There'd be no way to draw constellations there, and the thought of trying made her skin crawl. Sitting so close to Harry, drawing on him — it would be as strange as buying cologne for him for Christmas. Harry was like her brother. And Ron was her friend.

"Coming, mate?" asked Harry, glancing at Ron.

Ron rose to his feet, stretched, and yawned. Hermione's eyes flitted to his freckle-studded waistline, and she wondered what constellations she could find among the grooves of his abdominal muscles. She shook the thought from her head.

"Night, Hermione."

"N-night," she responded, her voice dry and weak. Her stutter matched the pace of her accelerated heartbeat.

Ron and Harry disappeared up the stairs, leaving Hermione on the sofa with her swirling thoughts. The freckles on Ron's arm and the endless patterns she could trace kept surfacing to the forefront of her mind. Why was the memory of his fingers resting on her thigh, his oaky cologne, and the rough whisper of his voice in her ear expanding to fit her brain space, like an Occamy staking a claim?

She shook her head again, as though trying to erase any questionable drawings from an etch-a-sketch. She was probably just anxious about the upcoming Astronomy exam and staying up late to keep studying would help.

Yes, that was it.

Maybe Ron would want to study with her tomorrow night, too. She had a feeling that memorizing constellations would be a bit easier with some help from her friend.

[cyborg-franky]

Hi !

I ve see your New prompt list may i ask you "this looks always means trouble" with ace if possible 🙂

Thanks a lot 😉

Ace x GN Reader

SFW

Word Count: 715

You’d been enjoying your afternoon stroll after a morning of chores, walking along the deck minding your own business until you saw the familiar tattooed back of Ace. He was peeking around the corner, gripping the wood, trying to stifle a laugh. You looked at him puzzled, about to round the corner he was gleefully looking at.

“Hey, hey!” He pulled you back, his voice a whisper, he put his pointer finger over his lips, mischief glimmered in his eyes, the grin suited his freckled face. “What?” You whispered back, trying to look over his shoulder, curious about what was going on.

He snickered and moved you to in front of him, not letting you wriggle from his grip “Marco’s in bird form” He whispered and sure enough the 1st division commandeer was in his phoenix form, nestled snuggly in a coil of rope, face buried under his wing. It was a rare sight to see the beautiful blue bird and its shimmering feathers.

Everyone knew zoan types needed moments to embrace their more animalistic side, the ships doctor enjoyed preening and napping in the sun. You couldn’t take your eyes off the bird but the muffled giggles from Ace drew your attention back to him.

"That look always means trouble," You mumbled when he could barely contain his excitement. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back the way you’d come from.

You both barged into the kitchen and Ace almost tripped over his own feet looking around the kitchen, Thatch looked up from his dinner prep and eyed the younger pirate before his glance rested on you. “What are you guys up to?” The cook asked, resting his chin on the back his hand.

“I need like three eggs” Ace commented.

“Why?” Both you and Thatch asked confused.

“Marco’s in bird form, I’m going to hide these under him while he sleeps” Ace grinned ear to ear from his plan, you winced thinking about how phoenix talons would feel or worse, how the easy-going man would make sure you both got extra chores for a week.

“Oh he’s going to be pissed, bottom shelf to the right” The brunette commented and you shot the older man a look, he was just as bad as Ace. “Ah ha! Thanks!” Ace loudly proclaimed form the fridge, grabbing the eggs and rushing back out he kitchen, pulling you along once more.

-

“He is going to murder you Ace” You chuckled nervously when you both peered around the corner to see Marco still fast asleep, looking so calm and serene, you were torn between feeling bad for the commander but also amused by the prank Ace was about to pull.

You’d never seen Ace move so softly, trying to keep his incessant giggles from running the plan, making sure he stepped just right, not wanting the planks to give away his location. You gripped the edge of the wood, eyes wide as Ace managed to get close to Marco, ever so gently he lifted a fluffy wing, setting the eggs under the resting creature.

He turned and gave you the biggest thumbs up, grin from ear to ear and oh God, the way he smiled back at you, you loved this idiot. He rushed back, trying to remain silent. Ace pushed you against the wall and made sure you were both out of sight.

“Okay, okay, ready” He kicked a near by empty metal bucket across the deck, the clang and clatter of it rolling across the deck broke the peaceful air, the undignified squawk they heard, no doubt from the elegant bird your partner had just pranked.

You tried to keep a straight face when Marco turned the corner, the blond looked tired, rudely awoken from his nap, across his cheeks were an obvious blush, he inched the stubble on his chin, giving you both a look. You waved to the tall man and elbowed a snickering Ace.

“What’s wrong Marco? You look like you laid an egg”

Marco opened and closed his mouth, the blush growing as he realized what Ace had done and you by association. “Funny, hilarious, you can both help me with my mountain of paper work for that yoi” Marco gripped both your arms and started to haul you off.

[julemmaes]

The One Good Thing

Rowaelin Month, Day Two

A/N: again, I'm gonna fail all my exams because of this stupid app, I'm sure. Also, I miss the off campus boys so much I kinda made Fenrys one of them and I love the idea of the tog men as hockey players so yeah, enjoy;)

Word count: 2,581

Aelin would have killed for a second of silence.

She daydreamed of that almost noisy quiet that makes you feel every deepest thought hidden in your brain that exists only at 3 a.m., when every soul is resting and cars can't drive around the campus. And there are no children screaming at the top of their lungs or parties going on all night long.

That was what she had been promised, the flyers she'd been handed during the open days, when she had come to visit the college.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Aelin had tried so many times to ask her upstairs flatmate to hold his Twitch live streams strictly in the afternoons or mornings when she wouldn't be home, but when Fenrys Moonbeam had first opened the door to his place, the girl had known immediately that she wouldn't be able to change his mind even by paying him.

Especially since his live streams were followed by such a large audience that Aelin couldn't even begin to understand how he had managed to build an empire so big in just under a month. Surely it had something to do with the long blond hair, different from her own but just as beautiful, and the arms covered in tattoos so colourful they blind you. They had their own charm. Add to the pile the fact that he was the goalie on the hockey team, and he was the perfect mix for the guy to marry.

From what their common friends had told her, he was already earning enough to afford an off-campus home, but that he liked the comfort the college dorm gave.

A comfort that Aelin, after three years in those filthy rooms and shared bathrooms, had yet to find.

When yet another howl of celebration at yet another victory that everyone expected pierced through his floor and her ceiling, nearly drilling her eardrums, Aelin gritted her teeth so hard that for a moment she feared they might shatter.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to whisper, "Shut," failed miserably to keep her tone under control and shrieked the second word, "up!"

A booming laugh rang out upstairs and a millisecond later a message lit up her phone screen.

From Lys: Girl, maybe you should take a chill pill, I heard you on the live stream. Are you still studying?

She tossed the phone to the side, pulling her hair up and pinning it back with a pencil.

"Fuck off." she muttered under her breath.

Lysandra was one of the few in their group of friends who never missed a Fenrys broadcast. Whether it was at eleven at night or five in the morning, she was always one of the first to join in.

Aelin often wondered if she was just doing it because Fenrys was helping her sponsor her YouTube channel, but then she remembered that Lysandra would do the same for all her friends.

She got out of bed, taking all her books and notes in her arms, pen in her mouth and holding her phone between her pinky and ring fingers. She threw open the door to her room and found herself facing a wall of muscle, slamming into her roommate's chest.

Rowan's hands snapped forward and kept her from falling backwards and when Aelin looked up at his face, she almost lost her balance again.

His face was sleepy, only one eye open as he suppressed a yawn. The imprint of the pillowcase on his cheek just another sign that he had already been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a hoarse voice, stepping back and letting her through, "I heard you screaming. I was coming to check on you."

Aelin grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head, moving a hand in mid-air, "Don't worry about it." then his gaze snapped to the ceiling as another laugh from Fenrys cut through the thin material dividing their quarters. He frowned, lowering his gaze back to her, and it was at that moment that he noticed the books in her arms.

If possible, his frown deepened even more.

He closed his eyes, gently grabbing her wrist and leaning against the wall behind him, pulling her towards him.

Aelin let herself be tugged, arranging the books so that they didn't poke at either her or him in that uncomfortable hug, but she positioned her head against his chest, letting his fingers expertly massage the nape of her neck.

"Baby." he sighed into her hair. Her toes curled.

It had only been a few weeks since they had decided to start dating, a few weeks since Rowan had confessed to having feelings for her. They had exchanged a few kisses in secret from their friends, wanting to enjoy that first phase of their very fresh relationship in privacy. They hadn't done anything too steamy yet, and Aelin had more than agreed with his decision to take it slow, but one thing Rowan hadn't held back in the slightest from the first second she'd agreed to go out with him had been the pet names he'd given her whenever they were in the safety of their dorms.

Baby was definitely her favourite.

His hands slid lower, down her back, and she looked up, resting her chin on his chest and fixing her eyes in his. His gaze softened, still clouded with sleep. "You shouldn't be studying at this hour."

Aelin grunted, smacking her forehead against his chest, "But I have a test tomorrow."

Rowan sighed again, pushing her away and taking the books from her arms. "Precisely why you should be sleeping." He walked towards the common room, speaking softly and hoping Lorcan wouldn't hear them. They both knew their roommate suspected something, but he didn't have enough worries in the world for him to actually give a shit about their possible relationship, and they also knew he would never say anything to anyone. Maybe to Elide, but neither of them would bet on it. "I left you alone tonight because you needed to rest, not stay up until morning melting your brain."

She followed him like a lost dog, dragging her feet on the ground, finally feeling that visceral fatigue get the better of her.

"I can't leave the study half done."

Rowan dropped the books on the table, turning around just in time to block her before she bumped into him again and slipped the pencil out of her mass of hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"You're not leaving the study half done," he told her as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm, "you've spent the last five weeks studying this stuff and I'm sure you know it like the abc. You need a break." he told her.

Aelin looked up at him from under her lashes, a little annoyed that that was true, but completely distracted by the lines his fingers were drawing on her arms. She took a deep breath through her nose, puffing out her chest and thrusting out her breasts, catching the attentive gaze of her almost-boyfriend for a nanosecond.

He smiled wearily at her, "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Aelin just nodded and took both of his hands, pulling him down onto her. Rowan squinted his eyes and placed his lips on hers in a quick, chaste kiss. She hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid under her bottom and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her up. She tied her legs around his hips and rested her head on his shoulder as Rowan made his way into their tiny flat.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from under her body and laying down beside her before covering them both. Aelin moved as close to him as she could, pressing her back against his chest and her butt against his crotch, tangling their legs together.

Rowan's arm wrapped around her waist as the other slipped under her head and his hand found hers under the pillow.

The second they were settled, every bit of their bodies touching, Rowan left a soft kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even tighter against him.

She smiled weakly, in a drawling tone, "Thank you."

He hummed against her skin, "That's what I'm here for."

"Don't let me die around finals time?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Rowan chuckled softly, making her back shake, "Exactly."

Aelin tried to turn towards him, wanting to trace the pale freckles that were starting to sprout on his nose now that the days were getting longer and the sun kissed his cheek every afternoon, but his arms blocked her.

"No, it's not fair for you to be the big spoon every night. I'm fucking sick of it, I want to hold you today." he muttered, the chains of sleep already dragging him towards that blissful unconsciousness.

She huffed, stopping struggling against his grip, relaxing and feeling her muscles scream with pleasure after being tense for hours on end while she studied.

She hadn't realised she'd stayed up so long, but she was terrified of failing this last exam. If she failed it she would have to wait months before she could retake it and the idea of it was getting her down more than perhaps it should have.

She started thinking about the various questions the professors might ask her the next day, repeating the answers in her mind, closing her eyes as she thought.

"Baby," Rowan grumbled, "you're talking out loud."

She hadn't realised she was biting the cuticles around her nails until his hand came to rest on her arm, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He took a deep breath, helping her turn to face him.

When she looked up at him from under her lashes, she saw the way he was fighting sleep. And she felt terribly guilty. If she was having trouble sleeping the day before an exam, that didn't mean he had to stay awake for her too.

She was about to speak, tell him to close his eyes again and let her go into the living room so she could finish going over the last few pages and then return to his room, but he put his hand on her cheek and in a soft voice asked, "What's bothering you?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, "Nothing."

He tried to hold back a yawn again, but couldn't this time and Aelin's guilt grew immensely inside her. "If you tell me right now what's wrong, I could help you fix it sooner. And we could get at least three hours of sleep before we have to go to class." he pointed out in an exhausted tone.

She blinked once, twice, searching for the right words.

"It's Fen. If he'd stop playing so late every night-"

Rowan quickly cut her off, closing his eyes, almost as if he could no longer physically stay awake. "Ace, Fenrys never really bothered you. You've always managed to study and ignore it. What is it that's bothering you?"

Aelin let go of a shaky breath, "It's nothing, really. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He only opened one eye, watching her carefully as she hid her face against his chest and wrapped her thin arms around his torso.

His hand began to slowly massage her back, "If we don't talk about this now I'll be up all night worrying."

She huffed, knowing full well how true those words were. For the love of the other, she began to ramble on about the real reason she hadn't been able to focus on the textbooks.

"I don't want to tell anyone we're together yet," she confessed under her breath.

Rowan opened both eyes then, fixing them on her and giving a small nod with his chin to keep her going.

"It's not that I don't want to tell the others," she said, referring to their closest friends, "but the second they find out, the news will become public knowledge and there are some people I really don't want to let that information get to."

He nodded, understanding perfectly who she was talking about.

"We don't have to tell anyone," he kissed her forehead, continuing to talk in that position, his lips brushing against her skin with every word he spoke, "it'll be our little secret for some time more, until we figure out how to get all the puck bunnies off our backs."

Aelin smiled, lifting her chin and kissing him.

Being the captain of the hockey team, Rowan didn't exactly go unnoticed on campus. Not many people approached him during the day, especially when Lorcan was at his side, knowing full well that they would receive nothing but a rude invitation to leave, but their friend couldn't spend his life attached to Rowan's hip, and the few times the two of them had gone out alone it had happened that a horde of fans had overwhelmed them. After those afternoons, Aelin had found herself the victim of not so nice threats from unknown numbers, as had happened to Lysandra when she had first started dating Aedion.

With Manon's help they had managed to track down the senders and Rowan had been unpleasantly surprised to discover that it was one of the girls he always partied with after the games. A girl he'd always considered a friend.

Rowan had taken all the blame, feeling responsible for those attacks on Aelin and it had taken months to convince him that he had no part in the insanity of others.

They'd started limiting the dates they went on as a pair, even when they were just friends, to prevent similar things from happening again, but Aelin felt trapped.

And she knew it was the same for Rowan.

She wished she could get a place off campus, where she could retreat with him, away from the prying eyes of the world, but it didn't seem right to bring up the topic of 'let's move in together' after not even three months of dating.

Rowan rested a hand on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "It'll be fine. And if anyone finds out and the threats come back, we'll do something about it."

She nodded, not entirely convinced and not at all reassured.

He knew instantly, "Aelin, whatever happens, I don't care what others think. I've waited years to finally have you. I've been on the sidelines all this time, watching you go on date after date with everyone and never with me-"

"You never asked," she mumbled in annoyance.

Rowan continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I would have preferred not to be the talk of the town all the time, but I'm not going to let public opinion take away the one good thing in my life."

She opened her mouth wide, "What about hockey?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "Hockey is just a sport."

"If Lorcan could hear you right now..." she shook her head.

"But Lorcan's not here. And you won't tell him," he made her silently promise.

They exchanged another brief kiss, before they carried on talking about all the worries she had and every word that came out of his lips acted as a sedative for her fears, killing one at a time, until she fell asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft breathing on her neck.

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[writingsbychlo]

okay okay, but what would it be like introducing noah to your parents?

now stick with me, it's been like eight months since I wrote anything

"baby, wait. I think it's too soon."

"it's been nine months." you sighed, biting at the inside of your cheek to hide your smile. Noah planted his feet firmly outside of the restaurant door. this time, at least, you'd been able to get him as far as the doors, a radical improvement to not getting out of the car, or even the flat. "you have nothing to worry about, it's just some lunch."

"with your parents!"

"at your favourite place, with lots of background music and distractions."

"with your parents!" he insisted, and you knew that if you weren't careful, he wasn't going to be stepping over that threshold today.

turning to him, pulling him just out of the way of the doors so as not to block them. his other hand found yours, squeezing both repetitively, a nervous tic that he often used to calm himself. leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, barely giving him a chance to return it, and he let out a pouted huff as you pulled away.

"I'm just.. worried. what if they don't like me? what if they don't like my tattoos, or my music taste, or-"

"you're wearing a hoodie, and they're not going to check your spotify. they just want to meet the guy I tell them so much about." his cheeks reddened a little, even more so when you pinched one and giggled, pale skin freckled with moles turning darker red by the second. "please, just come inside. you have to come inside this time."

"I have to?" his frown was almost adorable, brows dipping a little, and you knew how much he hated being held over a barrel for these things. you met his stare, both unrelenting, and almost ten seconds of tense silence passed before he let out a rough sigh. "fine! fine. but, I want one more kiss."

tipping your chin up with the tip of his index finger, he dropped his head down, the tip of his nose brushing your own. "deal."

sealing the gap between you both, you couldn't help the stretch of your lips into a smile, his mouth working softly against your own in delicate presses and pulls. the finger under your chin shifted, now pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, and he pulled back, a series of small pecks left before he pulled away. his forehead was resting on your own, eyes still closed, taking a single deep calming breath, as-

"jeez, do you two want to hurry up?" Noah stiffened, entire body locking up somewhat, and he straightened, turning only his head to glance back toward the door behind himself. "do you know how hard it is to entertain four middle-aged alone?"

"what the hell are you doing here, stiles?" despite the growl in his voice, there was a twinge of relief, and you hid your grin, face pressed into Noah's shoulder when he turned back to you.

"well, since you pussied out-"

"stiles!" he scoffed, arms flailing a little at the sharp glare his brother gave him, and the chastising stare you levelled him with.

"since you decided not to attend, like, three times, me and dad took matters into our own hands. dad's wanted to meet (y/n) parents for months anyway, and he brought his new girlfriend because he wants us to meet her." stiles' face screwed up a little, licking over his front teeth. "she brought toffees. they're really sticky."

"oh, for god's sake." stiles had lost the point of the conversation already, and you took one of Noah's hands in both of yours, pulling him away toward to door before he had a chance to resist again. once inside of the doors, it was too late, because his father had already seen him, his hand tightening almost painfully around yours, and stiles clapped him on the shoulder as he sauntered past to take his seat once again. "now or never."

"I would prefer never." Noah muttered under his breath, following you forwards. his face was fixed in a stony scowl, one you knew wasn't intentional but simply nervous, and yet he looked as though he was marching toward death. pausing at the only two empty seats, one beside stiles and the other beside your mother, all five faces at the table turned toward the pair of you, and you swore Noah was no longer breathing. stiles smirked into his beer as he took a sip.

"we thought you two were never going to make it." it was your dad who broke the silence, standing up and brushing breadstick crumbs off of himself, before offering his hand. "did you stop to change shoes eight times, like usual?" his attention had moved to you, and Noah let out an awkward but relieved laugh.

"I did no such thing!"

your father merely rolled his eyes, your mother chuckling, and Noah had managed enough movement to slip his hand into your father's and shake. his attention moved back to your boyfriend, but not before offering a fatherly wink in your direction, letting you know just how much teasing and ribbing about your childhood was going to come during this dinner. "good luck with that one, son. if you want her out of the house on time, tell her a depart time at least thirty minutes earlier."

you scoffed, watching your dad sit back down, your mother taking his place as she leaned up, clasping both of Noah's cheeks between her hands. "oh, so handsome. of course, we've seen all the pictures our girl posts on the facebook-"

"it's just facebook, mom."

"yes, the facebook." she shushed you a second later, and Noah's face was going that sweet shade of red once again. "you are quiet the looker, aren't you?"

"why thank you, ma'am." it was stiles who spoke, saving his brother from stuttering a reply, and all the adults laughed as stiles clutched a hand over his heart, almost identical face grinning wildly at the compliment. "now, can we please order food, because I'm starving."

as he let out a shaky breath, it seemed Noah let the stress go with it, because then a woman you were unfamiliar with reached across the table, a nervous look of her own on her face as his father's girlfriend introduced herself quietly, offering a toffee immediately to follow.

once the introductions were complete, and everyone had picked up their menus, discussing options, Noah leaned over, a soft kiss pressed to your cheek, just below your eye. "thank you."

"for what?" you didn't turn to him, your head inclined a little in his direction though, and his spare hand took yours under the table, resting them on his thigh.

"for bringing them all, making it easier."

"that was stiles' idea." you turned to look at him now, running your thumb over his.

"well, then, thank you for everything else." there was a depth to his words, and a sparkle in his eyes, and you shrugged lightly.

"everything else, that's my pleasure."