#oml im sorry i work slow

[sharama]

😭 I hope today goes so much better than the rest of the week.

I'm so freaking tired. Need to take a 50 year long nap.

[fire-lizard-ro]

Helloo hehehe im the one that asked for a columbina s/o~ it was really good :D

Can u maybe make some head cannon about them being in a relationship? Hehhe it you dont mind :) thats all ty <33

Hehehe ofc!!! I'd like to make the disclaimer again that I don't really know the character Columbina all that well, but I will try my best!!! So sorry for any mischaracterization. Thank you for sending in your ask~

Reader gender: gender neutral

Like we talked about before, you and Sunday would be partners in crime. The manipulative duo.

I think that the two of you would probably enjoy dates like going to the opera. When the singer is good it wasn't uncommon to find the two of you with eyes closed, you leaning against him, enjoying the sweet melodies of the songs. When it wasn't so great, the two of you would be whispering your criticism in each other's ears with giggles.

Sunday would like hearing you sing more, though. Even if it is just a sweet little humming under your breath as you two are settled down together to read together or perhaps do other things within each other's presence. He is, however, more than aware of the abilities you have. They impress him every time and to know that you could always control him but don't makes his heart swell with affection. A chaste, but no less full of passion than any other kiss, would be pressed to your lips. "Thank you, dove." (I've started to use "dove" as his nickname for the reader recently- It just makes sense to me.) Whether he's thanking you for the song or for not trying to put him under your control with you voice, you'll never know. He just gives you that smile of his.

It was always a treat to hear his voice as well. He's not nearly as inclined to it as you or even his sister. You and her get along quite well, I'd think. Especially since she doesn't really know about the manipulative tendencies you and your lover have. Some things are better not knowing, hm? In any case- If you asked, he would sing something for you. The songs are always gentle and slow. If it was upon your request that he is singing, he's likely to sing a love song of some sort- It's funny. Almost like a pretty bird courting his love with a song despite them already being his.

And like I'd forgotten to write last time:

When the two of you kiss, your wings often bump into each other so cute oml-

The first time it happens, it startled a chuckle out of the normally composed man. He'd lean in again to kiss you once more, this time pursposefully caressing your wings with his while he holds you close.

When he'd managed to figure out that you and he were one in the same, he slowly brought you in on his schemes and work. After asking you outright about it once he was certain of it, he'd have you help him with his... persuations. You would subtly be humming to yourself whilst he spoke with people, influencing them to sway to his side. His ideas and thoughts suddenly sound perfect to them. On a larger scale- When he'd host dinner parties as a leader of Penacony with the elite, you would act as the entertainment for the night. You would sing for them as they mingled, slowly beginning to take control of them. But once the main act was upon you, you singing your final song of the night, it was then that you would use your power the most that night (not fully, but more than before). And just like that. They were again ensnared and ready for his use. He'd plant ideas and thoughts in their minds while under your control.

And as everyone would leave for the night, h'd wrap an arm around your waist and kiss your temple. "You did amazing tonight, my love. Let's celebrate, hm?" He'd say this in a low voice before leading you back into the house for a glass of wine or whatever else tickled your fancy.

Sorry there isn't more... OTL

It's a bit hard to write for me, haha. Hope you liked it! Feel free to send in another request if you'd like~

[thecitysgraveyard]

Hiiiii could you do a fic with Kirk in his short hair era where y/n is a interviewer interviewing Metallica and he keeps flirting with her and she gets all blushy and shy and after the interview it ends with soft smut💕

oml yes i love this <3 thank you for requesting nonnie and sorry for the horrible smut, im very bad at writing smut honestly haha :)

you were interviewing him in his trailer, and he kept on flirting with you

once the interview ended and the camera guy went out, kirk says

"I love how your hair shines in the light... it reminds me of my guitar strings when I'm playing a sick riff."

you smile and say thank you, honestly that made you feel better about yourself

kirk smirks and asks "you wanna hear our most iconic song?"

obviously you say yes and he gets his guitar

Kirk begins to play the intro to Enter Sandman, which you may know as one of our most iconic songs. His fingers glide across the strings as the song swells into the chorus. You are mesmerized by his playing and the song itself. It's truly a work of art. As the chorus builds, Kirk looks at you and winks.

When Kirk finishes the song, he puts down his guitar and comes closer to you

"I gotta say, it's not often someone takes my breath away, but you sure do. You make my heart pump hard and remind me of the way my guitar strings pull when I crank up the distortion."

you blush and say thank you, that makes you feel amazing

Kirk smirks as he leans even closer.

you start blushing even more if that was possible at this point, his hand comes up till your cheek as he leans for a kiss

he kisses you, the kiss was gentle and sweet, but soon turned rougher and more posessive

his hand went under your shirt while kissing you, your hands reach for his jeans, he grins feeling your hands unbuttoning his jeans

as you unbutton his jeans, he's only left in his boxers now, you kisses him again, and he leads you to his bed

lays you down, the kiss getting more passionate, his hand goes up your thigh

kirk's heart thunders in his chest as he tastes your sweet and subtle lips

he takes off your skirt and his hand plays with your panties before pulling it down

"you're so wet sweetheart" he says with a smirk

he kisses you again as his fingers start playing with your folds, you moan into the kiss

this foreign feeling feels great, better than what you could've ever imagined

you pull down his boxer, his cock springing up to his stomach, the tip of it was a brownish mauve color

kirk grins and pulls you closer to him, he kisses your neck and pulls away

"baby you ready?" he asks smiling while looks at you

you nod and he smiles again, he slowly puts his cock into your entrance, letting you adjust to his size

as his cock is put into your entrance you moan, this euphoric feeling is like a high that you never wanna get down of

he lets you adjust to his size, your gummy walls pulsating around him

"god you are so tight" he says and groans as your walls tighten around him

"should I start moving now princess?" you had a slight blush on your face and nodded

he started to move slow but soon a bit faster than before

your moans were the cutest thing he'd ever heard, you were about to release your wall clutching around his tight

"you close baby?"

yeah I'm close you whimpered softly

"uh huh come for me" you followed along to what he said and came, he grunted as he came into you too

he smiled and lay beside you, his chest falling in and out, taking deep breathes

you hugged and smiled while saying i love you

"i love you too princess" he smiled and kissed your forehead

[florence-is-gay]

hiii!!! im a fan of your work and was wondering of you could write some hcs of the mercs with an autistic s/o?? i struggle with autism and reading these things kinda helps. thx sm!!! :ooo

Absolutely!! I'm so glad you enjoy my headcanons, i haven't written any for quite a while lmao

--EDIT FROM YEARS LATER OML-- I had this sitting in my drafts completed with all mercs except for the last 3 listed, between procrastination and life and falling out of the fandom I guess I just eventually forgot... Once in a blue moon I'd come back to this post and think... "I'm sorry tomatosoopp... I will finish this for you one day. Maybe not now, or later, maybe not even soon... but... eventually. I promise." I hope things are going well for you, you've probably long forgotten your ask but I genuinely hope seeing this finally answered will bring you joy and make your day <3

I know it's late to say it, but Merry Christmas and Happy New year! Perhaps you can consider this as a long overdue gift, from me to you! I hope this year will bring you lots of wonderful and amazing things &lt;3 Love, Flo (P.S., I also added a bit to the shorter blurbs at the beginning... To make up for all that time! Now enjoy your long awaited post, my friend! <3)

SCOUT

Scout is pretty ADHD, and we all know how that's the peanut butter to his S/O's jelly. He gets excited with you about the things you love! And stims? Oh yeah. Leg bouncing, pen chewing, and the likes. So he won't judge you when you excitedly flap your hands or smack your thighs/any available surface. In fact, he'll share his fidgets with you when he notices you're feeling nervous or stressed. Sometimes he forgets you are extremely empathetic and sensitive to high energy or strong moods, so if he gets too excited or angry or anything of the sort he will do his best to calm himself as to not overwhelm or overstimulate you!

SNIPER

Sniper's not much of a talker, but he loves to listen to you ramble! Sometimes just the sound of your voice makes him smile! Also since he knows how tactile you are, he doesn't mind letting you feel his scars, tracing your fingers along and across them. He also lets you scritch his stubble, and he finds your reaction both amusing and adorable! Also, if you love nature, Sniper is your perfect guy! He'll take you for long walks in the woods or along hiking trails, not minding if you are slow or simply taking your time to stop and observe every little detail <3

ENGINEER

Engie loves all your little quirks!! He thinks you're the cutest darn thing on the planet! He'll definitely build you some fun fidgets and stimmy things! He also has earmuffs for when he's working with machinery, if you're feeling overstimulated he'll let you borrow them! Additionally, he enjoys relaxing with you by a fire just to chill out and play his instruments! He knows you have a fondness for music, so he tries to learn your favorite songs! He is also the type to always check on you to make sure you eat and drink <3

HEAVY

Like Sniper, Heavy isn't much for words. He doesn't mind silence, so he's perfectly okay with you zoning out, staring into space, or just lost in your thoughts. He also understands when you have a hard time wording things. He still struggles with English. And if you're feeling anxious or overwhelmed, he'll scoop you up in his big arms and hold you like a lil baby, and gently whisper words of praise and comfort. He'll also let you take naps in his arms <3 Like Engineer, he likes to make sure you don't skip meals. He doesn't always understand that some food textures are unpleasant, but he tries his best to find something you like!

DEMOMAN

Demo LOVES cuddles. He won't admit it to the other guys, but he finds it soothing. He knows you love to lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. He also gives great hugs! You told him once that you enjoy physical pressure on your body, so he'll give you extra-firm hugs, and sometimes he'll lay right on top of you to take a nap! He definitely will gift you some weighted blankets, along with some fun beanbags just to mess with. He also makes sure any touch on you is firm and grounding. Additionally, if you have a habit of sleeping a lot, it's no worry for this man! He's perfectly happy to pass out with you for 12+ hours and STILL have room for naps! As long as they are with you, he is happy <3

PYRO

Pyro themselves are nonverbal autistic, so honestly to them, you are the most normal person out there! They have hyperactive tendencies and struggle to pay attention to anything too long, but when it comes to you, you have their full attention! (To the best of their ability, anyway!) They will happily share their love for fire and cute things with you, though they also love when you share your hyperfixations with them! Not only that, but they will often bring you gifts relating to the things they know you love! Should you ever feel sad, touch-starved, or understimulated, just know Pyro will always be by your side to give you the best cuddles and hugs you could ask for!

MEDIC

If you are someone who is always psyched to learn new things, Medic is your perfect guy! He knows a lot about physical and psychological health, including autism! He will take time out of his day to educate you on your brain and why it works the way it does! He will do his absolute best to keep you informed so you can better understand yourself! (Even if at times you get tired of his lecturing) He also knows that you are very hands-on when it comes to many projects, so he will allow you to assist with simple tasks in his lab! He also knows you struggle with your health habits, aka hygiene, sleeping, eating, drinking, etc., so expect this man to be on your back! He wants to make sure you take good care of yourself <3

SPY

Spy is a bit of a tricky one. He seems completely unbothered by all of your quirks, almost to the point where you wonder if he even notices them. Rest assured, he certainly does! But he does his best not to bring attention to it unless you are the first to bring it up. He wants you to feel as though your autism doesn't define you, after all, you are more than your disability! At times he may challenge you to break from any bad or unhelpful habits, such as nail biting and pulling hair, or more serious matters like harmful stims when you get upset. Unrelated, he knows you are a person of the senses. So any gift to you is always a high-quality item: scented soaps and lovely colognes/perfumes, clothing that is soft and pleasant to touch, weighted blankets, and any type of small heavy object that may be grounding. Not to mention foods he knows you'll eat, since taste and texture can sometimes be an issue. Of course there is more, and if you don't like scented things and find soft textures on your body displeasing like some, he will accommodate for that as well! And lastly: Don't let him catch ANYONE making fun of you! They may not live to see the sun tomorrow.

SOLDIER

Honestly... He might also be autistic. No one knows for sure, but even if he was, he would loudly and proudly deny it. Loudly seems to be something the two of you do well-- you may find yourself struggling to control your volume in your excitement, but that's okay! He does too! Though he may also partly be hard of hearing from all of those rocket blasts... Regardless, the two of you seem to match each other's energy to near perfection- Yelling and screaming about nonsense, singing loud and off-key, even just making animal sounds or random noises incomparable to anything on this planet... Still he enjoys your company, neither of you really seem to be able to get a handle on social cues, but to heck with those! They're all confusing anyway! At least you understand each other! Additionally, the two of you may also struggle to remember things, especially short-term. But you're a good dynamic, always reminding each other what was forgotten! (...Just don't act surprised when he wants to recite to you the Declaration of Independence by heart for the 5th time that day.) And lastly, if you ever tell him you're autistic, surely he will tell you that you are American. And should you attempt to explain what autism is, more than likely he will assure you that you aren't (even if you clearly are-) and that you're perfect! He sees a lot of himself in you and he thinks you are the best thing since the birth of America <3

[leejungchans]

from: 🎶 anon

hi!! i'm back with a new song rec 🫶 this is "mabagal" by moira dela torre and daniel padilla which means "slow" or "slowly" ^_^ it's a snazzy and romantic song and i can imagine this kinda being like a filipino version of "can i have this dance" but if it was set in a jazz bar KSJSNDNSN 😭 the music video actually presents the artists performing im what i assume is just a house(?) while old couples dance together and eventually the two artists' respective irl partners appear and they dance with them too 💓 unfortunately, moira and her partner separated recently but thankfully she seems to be doing better now 💗

CHORUS:

I want to dance with you slowly

I want to dance with you slowly

Holding hands, eyes closed

Along with the music

I want to dance with you slowly

VERSE 1:

Here is the song we've been waiting for

Here is the opportunity for me to tell you

What my heart feels

I've wanted to tell you this for a long time

CHORUS:

I want to dance with you slowly

I want to dance with you slowly

Holding hands, eyes closed

Along with the music

I want to dance with you slowly

VERSE 2:

Put your hand on my waist

Our bodies will be accompanied by the sound of the music

And our skin will slowly will stick together

I've wanted this to happen for a long time

CHORUS:

I want to dance with you slowly

I want to dance with you slowly

Holding hands, eyes closed

Along with the music

I want to dance with you slowly

BRIDGE:

When it's finished (when it's finished), our song (our song)

And there's no more music

I will sing acapella in your ear

And we will savor our time together

CHORUS:

I want to dance with you slowly

I want to dance with you slowly

Holding hands, eyes closed

Along with the music

I want to dance with you slowly

CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE AS IN HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?????? i’m alr v v intrigued and excited by the jazz bar setting and your lovely translations but oml hsm was my childhood and i literally watched can i have this dance an Unhealthy amount as a kid 😭😭

also i’m so sorry for getting to this a whole day late :’))) but i’m still working on my essay so i’m definitely going to listen to this while i work and update u on what i think in ur next ask 💖💖💖 and tysm for taking the time to translate the lyrics :’)))) i hope you’re doing well!!!

[mysticaltigersorceress]

Two! (dumbasses) for the Price of One!

Hello friends! I did an exchange with @issatheartist, and this is what has come of it! I really enjoyed writing about Mirahaki and the Heart Pirates and hope y'all enjoy it too! So with out further ado, meet Issa’s oc, Haki-chan :D

_________________  Length: 1.5k  Summary: Mirahaki and Ikkaku are shopping; Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo    stop by, and Ikkaku and Shachi are ready to tear their hair out at their two friends pointless pining.  Warnings: None ao3: here lol

A small bell rang overhead as Shachi entered the clothing shop, Penguin and Bepo trailing close behind. He had seen Ikkaku drag Mirahaki inside earlier, raving about something she’d seen in the window. However, neither of their two crew mates could be seen from a quick glance around, so the pirates pressed onward into the store, vaguely browsing as they went to keep the sharp-eyed shop-keep from (immediately) throwing them out. 

“Ikkaku! Mirahaki! You two in here still?” Shachi yelled, earning a glare from the shop-keep. It wasn't like they had a sign saying you can’t be loud inside.

“Over here!” A familiar voice called and he spotted Ikkaku at the back of the shop. She waved a yellow jacket at them as they joined her. “Look what I found! Do you like it?” She held it up to herself so they could picture how it would look on her.

“Naw, it’s too bright.” Bepo deadpanned. Penguin snorted as Ikkaku gave Bepo the evil eye.

“Says the one wearing bright orange.” She scoffed, eying the Mink’s boiler suit. 

Bepo’s head cocked slightly to the side in a way that was far too cute for such a deadly pirate. “What’s wrong with orange?”

Ikkaku sighed and shook her head. “Nothing, nothing at all.” Bepo missed the hint of sarcasm in her statement and poked through the rack behind her, quietly wondering aloud if they had anything in his size.

“Hey, where’s Haki-chan, I thought she was with you?” Penguin asked, but it was fairly obvious their friend wasn’t in sight.

“Ah, she’s in the dressing room.” Ikkaku gestured to the closed door behind her. 

Bepo turned and held up a white, child-sized t-shirt with a frog on it. “Think this will fit me?”

“OF COURSE IT WON’T!” Ikkaku and Shachi blurted out, and Bepo’s head drooped forward glumly.

Penguin shook his head. “Well, once you two are finished, we need you back... back at… tang at the–” Penguin's eyes widened and his jaw slightly dropped, the smallest sound like he was choking as he tried to remember what he was saying.

Mirahaki twirled a little as she emerged from the dressing room, apparently not noticing how Penguin was tripping over his own tongue at her appearance. The wide neckline of the fitted blouse showed off her compass rose tattoo just beneath her right clavicle nicely, and a simple pair of fitted shorts with stockings and her iconic boots completed the simple yet striking look. 

“Well, what do you think?” Mirahaki asked through the mirror, frowning and adjusting the outfit as she decided how she felt about the clothes.

Shachi rolled his eyes and elbowed Penguin in the ribs hard enough that he started coughing. Peng was surprisingly similar to the Polar Tang; if it stopped working, just give it a well placed smack, see if that fixes the problem. The elbowing seemed to do the trick.

“You look great, Haki-chan,” Penguin said.

 “Thanks!” Mirahaki smiled at Penguin through the mirror. “I really like how this top fits me. Also, nice pick on the shorts Ikkaku-chan!” The curly brunette nodded smugly and gave her a thumbs up.

“The stockings are also a nice touch,” Shachi added, elbowing Penguin again, this time much more subtly and wiggled his eyebrows at his friend. Penguin’s cheeks grew red and he dragged Shachi away quickly, mumbling some excuse about looking for a scarf.

Ikkaku smirked at Penguins reaction, and tugged Mirahaki to the rack. 

“So, I think Penguin likes your outfit.”

Mirahaki snorted. “If he said he didn’t like it I’d punch him. Besides, he ran a way pretty fast.”

Ikkaku tsked and shook her head. “On the contrary, I don’t think he could keep his eyes off of you.” She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, smiling mischievously and hoping Mirahaki would get what she was hinting at.

Mirahaki simply rolled her eyes and softly shook her head, frowning. “All the guys are like that. Penguin-kun doesn’t see me like that.”

“He totally does! You think he gets tongue tangled like that for just anyone?”

“He couldn’t say the word water yesterday.”

Ikkaku huffed. “And yet, here he is, blushing like an idiot, trying to hide in the scarves.”

Mirahaki sighed. Ikkaku had been trying for quite some time now to get her to pursue something with Penguin, but what good was it? They’d known each other for a long time. She might’ve only started liking him in the last year or so, and she might not have been super obvious about it, but if he were interested, he would’ve done something by now, right?

“Whatever,” She ended up sighing. “I’m not getting my hopes up. It’s fine! I’ll just keep admiring from a distance.”

“But, imagine if you were admiring from up close.” Ikkaku grinned wickedly up at her, and laughed when her cheeks got a dusting of blush on them.

“Shut up!” She muttered, averting her eyes. Mirahaki couldn’t help her eyes from wandering over to the red pom-pom that rested atop Penguins hat. He and Shachi were whispering furiously at each other, and she wondered what they were talking about.

As she stared, she missed Ikkaku clenching her fist and taking a deep breath. Sometimes, she wondered if it’d be worth helping get these two idiots together.

~~

“Come on, man! Just go ask Mirahaki on a date! Easy peasy!”

“Not easy peasy!” Penguin hissed, “If I ask her out and she doesn’t want to be asked out, there’s a ninety percent chance she’ll skin me alive!”

“Nah, she’d probably just… well…” Shachi frowned. “NO! No one is getting skinned! She’s probably just waiting for you to ask her! Or, drop a hint! Something! ANYTHING!” Shachi was practically begging Penguin at this point. It was bad enough that Penguin had been quietly crushing on her for like, two years now. But now that he and Ikkaku had confirmed that now Mirahaki was interested in Penguin, the mutual, dumbass pining from both sides was going to be the death of them!

Penguin tugged on the brim of his hat to hide his eyes. “If she was really interested, she probably would ask me out herself. But last I checked, she was more interested in the Cap.” 

“Or maybe someone is being such an idiot about it they aren’t even noticing that they are clearly being pined over.” Shachi looked pointedly at him, only to get smacked in the chest.

“Don’t call Haki-chan an idiot! I’m the one pining like a lovesick idiot!”

It took everything in Shachi not to face palm at his friend's idiotic misinterpretation.

“It’s fine, Shach. We’re crew mates. It’s probably for the best we don’t date. There’ll be no- well, less drama that way.” Penguin sighed and glumly poked through the clothing rack. After a beat, he pulled a strapless, feathered dress from the clothing rack. “If only.”

“If only what?” Penguin nearly jumped at Mirahaki’s voice behind him. He whipped around, she was poking at a display full of sunglasses behind him. He looked at the dress in his hands and back at her.

“I know dresses aren’t your thing, hard to fight in and all, but maybe you could just try this on? I… think you’d look super cute in it.” Penguin tried for a weak smile.

Mirahaki eyed the dress and frowned. “I don’t think it’s my size, Penguin-kun. I wouldn’t want to break it.” He couldn’t really argue with that logic. She was over two meters tall, and it’d suck to pay for something you couldn’t wear. Not that they necessarily had to pay for it, being pirates and all.

“That looks like it’s Captain’s size.” Bepo reappeared.

“WHY WOULD CAPTAIN WEAR SOMETHING LIKE THIS?” Penguin and Shachi yelled at Bepo, who dropped his head dejectedly and apologized.

Mirahaki stopped looking through the sunglasses and smile slowly took over her face. She took the dress from Penguin and looked it over. 

“How much do you wanna bet I can get Law to wear this?”

“Laundry duty.”

“500 beri.”

“Bathroom duty.”

“A jar of fish.”

“Extended for every hour I get him to wear it?” She grinned devilishly at her friends.

“Up to four hours!” Ikkaku consented.

Mirahaki ran out with the dress in hand, the shopkeeper's shrieking about payment falling on deaf ears. Ikkaku tossed some money for the clothes on the counter and ran after Mirahaki, Bepo close on their tail. 

“Come on, Peng!” Shachi walked after them, not checking to see if his friend was following.

Penguin started to follow, but stopped and turned back to the sunglasses display. Mirahaki had been poking at a certain pair; circular, with dark, reflective lenses. Did she like them? They seemed to be her style. On impulse, he pocketed them when the shop-keep wasn’t looking and walked after his crew mates. Perhaps he’d give them to her later; hopefully, she’d like them.

[mangozcat]

— hello dear readers. this story hits a bit closer to home than the rest. this story, while yes it’s a smut for all of you to read and enjoy, is also one for those bigger girls that just don’t feel like they belong. all of the descriptions you’ll find for the oc are descriptions of my own body and how i see it when i look at myself in the mirror. i just want everyone to know, YOU ARE PERFECT! you are beautiful and loved and you shouldn’t worry about if you fit the standards of people around you. if you don’t fit YOUR standards, that’s what matters. if YOU want to cause change, go for it! but don’t allow others to make you feel the need to change, because you are lovely as you are!!! i love your big thighs and tummy that causes a little bulge if you wear high wasted jeans. i love your smile and your messy hair with split ends. i love your boobs!! (that sounds bad im sorry) and theyre NEVER too big or too small. don’t be ashamed to wear extra big bras or extra big clothes and don’t get yourself down. i love you :)

tw: unhealthy body image

w: softer smut (meaning it isn’t entirely complete and has an open ending for ur imagination), praise, big-bodied reader (so the descriptions during smut are to fit her body so it might be hard to imagine yourself as her), jealous reader, you might dislike this reader because she has a lot of insecurities but tbh i find her realistic lmfao, body worship, jaem is like legit hottest painter ever pls, sexual tension is real oml, slow, unprotected bc like jaemin cum inside is so hot i cry every time, very long but it didnt need to be, i havent written in months pls be nice this might be awful

ok just to like clarify, im still trying to get back into smut so this is more of an easing into it? its quite long and most of it is just story + teasing, sorry to leave anyone hanging :( i just wanna kinda ease back into it, but i still think this is pretty hot tbh lmao

jaemin’s good at painting.

you recognized his talent the day you met him; varying shades of pink and purple mixing with the bright yellow shades and orange hues that created a beautiful sunset. you’d seen it on his canvas that he was carefully dragging up the stairs of the sweet and small cafe across from your college.

then, you saw that same colorful piece strung proudly on the wall behind your favorite table, or well, your now favorite table.

your favorite ever since the painting had been placed there.

he’s gifted; has a talent that few have and/or ever will have within their lifetime, regardless of practice. the saying might be practice makes perfect, but you know no amount of practice will make a painter as perfect as jaemin is.

his brush strokes are soft, yet precise, and he blends color effortlessly. in all your combined hours of watching him work, you’ve never once seen him make a mistake. all of his work turns out perfect, breathtaking, and you’re never not in awe of his abilities.

today, however, you’ve discovered a new talent of his.

body painting.

something you never thought you’d be interested in, yet here you are, watching as his brush draws elegant lines across the toned stomach of his model. her breasts are on full display and while you’re fascinated by the scene, you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy underneath.

her face remains blank, eyes closed in relaxation and body completely still aside from the occasional ticklish twitch. you wonder how she remains so effortlessly composed, even while knowing that such a beautiful man has his hands so close to every area she typically hides from the outside world, and his eyes darting across every expanse of beautiful pale skin.

not to mention, her body is beautiful, and this is something you cannot deny. she has thicker thighs, though still remaining on the smaller side. her arms are small, but laced with some muscle from her obvious workout routine. her stomach has little fat, though still enough to remind prying eyes that she is, in fact, healthy and eating well. she has perky breasts, but they’re smaller and more fitting to her form, with tiny nipples that stand right up every time jaemin’s brush dances over her chest.

and her face- oh, her face. plump lips and rosy cheeks, hazel eyes, deep brown hair pushed back into a low bun that leaves a few stray strands to frame her face.

jealousy.

there’s that twinge again.

the feeling of anger and envy and desperation all mixed into one, laced thickly with insecurity. insecurity because you know- you know you’ll never compare to her model physique.

korean beauty standards are tough, and yet, that girl seems to fit all of them without trouble. however, as you glance down at your stomach, seeing the bulge in your shirt from where the lower half of your abdomen juts out and rests over the band of your jeans, tears fill your eyes. you know you have big thighs, thighs that shake and jiggle and erupt a loud pop! when you slap them. you know you have sunken eyes from lack of sleep and overwhelming anxiety and puffy cheeks. you know your hair has split ends and is unevenly cut at some lengths, and you know your breasts are larger than others.

you wish you didn’t think like this, but when allowed time to think and remain trapped in your own head for long enough, you have no choice. you don’t fit the standards, you don’t fit jaemin’s standards, and you doubt you fit the standards of anyone in the world.

you hadn’t been paying attention for the remainder of jaemin’s session- not that you wanted to- and had begun to drift off. soon enough, when you heard jaemin and his model begin to converse quietly, almost as if they were trying to make sure you couldn’t hear, you figured your mind was slowly killing you and simply murmured out need fresh air, before you were scurrying out of the room.

there was something unsettling about being in love with an artist. someone that could find beauty in everything and anything, and make the best out of the worst situation.

but when being in love with an artist, among several other insecurities, one always lingered longer than others.

could he find the beauty in you?

if jaemin did feel the same way about you as you felt about him, could he find a way to fix the imperfections? could he repair the broken image you’d been looking at in the mirror for years? could he find a way to mend all the pain, close all the wounds, and top off the scars with pretty, punctual bows as opposed to what you had now: ragged and mangled skin?

of course, it’s all hypothetical, and it all comes back to two questions. could he love you? could he find the beauty in you?

could he love someone incapable of loving themself, and find the beauty in something that has been left out to rot and rust? the beauty even you cannot seem to find, regardless of how many times you attempt to.

you didn’t realize you were shivering. the air was frigid and windy, and you were sure your cheeks had turned a rosy pink due to the exposure. you felt a cough bubble up in your throat and hugged yourself tighter, eyes staring up at the sky.

if jaemin were here, he’d call the sky his blank canvas.

too bad he isn’t- too bad his attention is on the girl with a perfectly sculpted body and a pretty face, and an even prettier voice; and you were sure she had a pretty laugh and a pretty personality to top it off.

jealousy.

“i can’t escape it, can i…” you murmur quietly, referring to the burning feeling blossoming in your gut. a feeling that was traveling through your veins like blood and spreading to every place in your body like wildfire- until it reached your fingertips and you wished you could do something with it.

when you heard his voice, however, it practically fizzled out and you were left frozen once again, lips quivering.

“awfully cold out,” he says, that wistful tone to his voice he seemed to always have. you felt a jacket being placed over your shoulders, and your heart further sank at the idea that it might not fit if you were to attempt to actually wear it.

“you should head back inside, don’t want your pretty face damaged by the cold.”

when hd noticed you weren’t returning his stare, he gently, hesitantly, reached a hand out and cupped your cheek opposite of him. then, as softly as he could, he tugged the skin until you were leaning into his touch, finally meeting his eyes.

“what’s wrong, cherry blossom?”

cherry blossom.

the nickname he’d given you once he discovered your favorite tree- and later created several pieces of art that now adorned your bedroom. the pretty pink petals falling down onto the bright green grass, matched with soft handwriting that read a cherry blossom for my cherry blossom on the bottom.

“she’s pretty,” you muttered, almost disdainfully. you felt awful. here you were, hating on a girl because she was pretty. because no matter how sweet she might be, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s pretty and you don’t think you are- envy has you wrapped around its’ evil finger. “don’t you think?”

“who’s pretty?” jaemin asks curiously, a comforting hand tracing circles into your back.

you withheld a scoff, feeling tears of frustration prick at your eyes. your brown eyes; eyes no match for the beauty of her hazel ones.

“the girl you were painting,” you murmur sadly, trying to ignore the familiar twinge eating away at you.

you didn’t want to compare yourself to the girl, but you couldn’t help it. it happened without you even realizing, and once you figured out what was happening, you were far too gone and the feeling had invaded your mind long enough to twist the facts.

jaemin hums, watching your expression closely.

“well yes, she is pretty,” and once your face falls and your eyes drop to your shoes at his confession, he shakes his head, “but so are you.”

“while she might be the art i painted today, you’re the art i admire every day,” he says slowly, tugging you into his chest. you feel pride swelling in your chest and the tears in your eyes soon turned to tears of indescribable happiness.

“don’t let the fact that i painted her get to your head, yeah?” he whispers, “i really didn’t even look at her unless it was to make sure the piece blended together.”

“she’s just so perfect…” you whimper sadly, “and i guess she just made me realize- well i just felt so ugly next to her.”

you felt a kiss on the top of your head, making your eyes close in content.

“you are not ugly, cherry blossom.”

while you weren’t entirely sure if this entire conversation was a confession of sorts or just friendly reassurance, you didn’t want to overthink it. his words pierced your heart in all the right ways- and you really didn’t want to mess it up.

—

you hadn’t seen jaemin do any more body painting work- or even mention the topic- in a month. he seemed so passionate about it, so his sudden disinterest was shocking to you.

of course, you appreciated it considering you were his assistant and ended up watching him work 99% of the time.

but, still, you did worry deep down.

what if you crushed one of his dreams with your own selfish insecurities?

you still remember when he came running into your apartment with a book on body painting, rushing to explain the art. you really hadn’t understood a word he said at the time, too invested in admiring that one look he always adorned when he was obsessed with something.

and obsession that you envied at the time- could he ever be that obsessed over you?

at some point, could you fill his mind like he filled yours? invade his senses like he invaded your own? if you had one aspiration in your entire lifetime, this would be it: wishing to be someone’s- no, not just anybody’s, you wanted to be na jaemin’s obsession.

a feat that definitely isn’t simple or easy, for that matter.

“have you seen my thin brush?” jaemin suddenly screeches, running into the living room of his (practically yours, too) apartment. “the small one with the angled tip and black bristles?”

your mind blanked. you glanced around at the coffee table, the end tables, and the television stand before scratching your head, “not that i can recall, no.”

“shit,” he cursed, scratching his neck anxiously, “need that brush.”

“okay, this might sound stupid,” you begin, your words slow, “but do you have any extras?”

he shakes his head sadly, as if you’ve scolded him for something he promised he’d do, and later forgot about. “it’s the only brush i didn’t buy an extra of. i always keep it on my desk i didn’t think- i didn’t believe i could lose it!”

“hey, it’s alright, okay?” you whispered, raising from your spot on the couch to approach him in hopes of comforting the clearly confused and upset boy, “i’ll help you find it.”

he looked up at you, his chest heaving from panic-stricken breaths and he frowned, “yeah, yeah- okay.”

with one final comforting pat on the shoulder, you set out to jaemin’s painting room to try and find the brush. you knew which one he was talking about with the descriptions, but if it’s the same you think it is, it’s incredibly small- which will undoubtedly make it tough to find.

in the painting room, as you call it, things look… normal. just like any other painter’s workspace.

jaemin has a board to display his sketches; all hanging up by a tack and some of the pieces are scattered at odd angles. his floor is covered in tarps to protect the wood beneath, and you take note of the paint stains adorning the white material that made loud noises with every step. he had a massive canvas resting against the furthest wall, with varying shades of colors being messily thrown against the piece. perhaps that messy feel was the very thing that made it artistic in his eyes. glancing around, you noticed how every wall had little space on it, instead covered with pieces of his own work and the work of his favorite artists. then, he had a giant table shoved against the wall. there was a case laying open on top, showcasing all of his different brushes; and next to it, an array of paint tubes and cans. even more paint was beneath the table, stacked until it was touching the wood. finally, against the other wall, was his desk. the chair was pulled out at an angle, one you imagined he sat at to think, rather than be crammed up against his desk. stacks of unfinished sketches were lazily strewn around, with a few brushes between the pages. you checked each of them in hopes that the missing brush was here all along, yet you came up empty handed.

while jaemin’s desk was intriguing- well, the entire room was intriguing; all messy and yet still organized in a way only he could understand- you found yourself more interested in one of his sketches. it was another body painting sketch, but this one was… different. the figure had bigger hips and thicker thighs, large breasts, a softer circular face, with a slightly defined jawline, and her tummy was jutting out just enough for you to know: she was you.

jaemin was drawing you.

something about it made you happy, yet sad at the same time. he’d drawn all your flaws, hadn’t he? the lack of a thigh gap, the big belly, the bigger than usual breasts; everything that you were insecure about, jaemin had noticed.

in fact, he seemed to have perfectly mimicked the details. something about the situation made your eyes water sadly.

“you weren’t supposed… to see that,” jaemin sighs, eyes darting nervously across the room. you turn your head to look at him, blinking back tears. “it’s just a sketch i had for some body painting i just- i don’t know, i never finished it.”

“i was gonna ask you before that night but then i realized you probably wouldn’t want to do it.”

confidence was something you lacked, in here, standing across from jaemin in this moment, you felt like you could shrink. so it was true, he had been painting you? it was your body he imagined on full display for him as he painted, and it was your body he made adjustments for to fit, to encourage confidence and comfort.

confidence wasn’t your friend, however, jealousy most certainly was. if you didn’t take him up on his offer, would that pretty girl return to be painted again? would the art meant for your body fit hers as well as jaemin had planned for it to fit you? would it perhaps… fit her even better?

“i’ll do it,” your own voice is unrecognizable to you; raspy in anticipation and shaky from fear. “i’ll be your model, jaemin.”

his face flushed pink and he averted his gaze, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. “are you sure? it’s a lot of pressure-“

never again would you let pretty girl be jaemin’s model. never.

“i’m sure,” you said, a bit too eager.

“alright, well, we can plan a date and time, let me just grab my calendar-“

it was almost sinful how badly you wanted to be bare in front of your best friend. the best friend you desperately wished to be your lover, the best friend that also happens to be your boss, and the best friend you couldn’t live without.

this won’t change that, right?

you failed to think any further, beginning to slip out of your jacket and beginning to hastily pull the bow from the top of your blouse. with his back turned as he rummaged through his desk for a notebook, you only had one prayer running through your mind: hopefully jaemin doesn’t hate you for stripping down.

“i have an opening on the 12th, the 18th, and the 19th,” jaemin says, turning around, “the times are pretty close but i can try to move things around and adjust it to your n-“

“ah…”

his breathy little whisper has you frozen to the ground, eyes trained on the blue paint stain on the tarp beneath you. a baby blue, one you could get lost in and pretend as if you weren’t down to nothing but a bra and your fiery red underwear.

nervously, you scratched at the skin of your arm and painfully dug your fingers into the skin. he could see you- albeit not all of you- and you were completely open to his judgment.

“what about right now?” you murmured, eyes flitting up to meet his piercing stare.

they were respectful, remaining trained on your face and only your face- something you realize just how much you appreciated in the current moment. however, his stare was strong, yearning, and you found yourself looking right back down at the ground.

jaemin took a slow step forward, then another, and another, and each step made your body jump nervously and your heart beat erratically. it was only when a shadow cast itself upon that baby blue splotch on the floor did you peel your eyes back up.

at first, you avoided his eyes. you stared at his pretty cheeks, his neckline, his cute nose, and even his lips (which you got far more lost in than you care to admit).

then, as if he had discovered your tactic, he put a comforting hand under your chin and demanded you to look up with one gesture.

his eyes were soft. sweet melodies mixing with cherry blossom trees and their falling petals stared down at you, like a scene brought forth from a movie. it played in his eyes, slowly at first, then with a faster pace, and soon enough, you’d been sucked into the movie he’d created with just a glance.

dark brown met your orbs, swirling with curiosity and fear, before the tidal wave ensued and you felt like you were drowning.

drowning in him.

“can i paint you, cherry blossom?” jaemin asked sweetly, but the sultry tone in his voice had you weak in the knees. you tried not to overthink it, but the question was swirling with meanings unbeknownst to you, and the potential knowledge of it all had you excited for what was to come.

your response came out at a quiet whisper, so low that you worried if he even heard it to begin with, “yes.”

one of his hands wandered down to your hip, comfortingly tracing circles into the skin. his finger trailed up, erupting a flurry of tingles from the point. you shivered at the sensation, swallowing thickly. his finger went up and up until it ran into the fabric of your bra, and both of you stilled.

“can i take this off?” he asked, breath fanning your face. instinctively, your hand came up to his wrist and squeezed, using him as your anchor to earth- so you didn’t float away because of the bliss he never failed to give you.

nodding meekly, you felt yourself freeze when his fingers raised to toy with your bra straps. it was like he was playing with you; him the predator and you the prey; as he pulled the straps away from your skin and let them smack back against you. it was a shock of electricity and you hummed quietly.

once he deemed his toying sufficient enough, his hands finally ghosted over the back of your bra until they found the clasp in the back. he sent you one final look before you felt his hands tug at the back- and all in one motion, your bra was slipping off your shoulders and down your arms.

he helped the piece of clothing to come off, fingers softly pulling the black straps until it hit the floor with a soft thud.

your eyes remained locked with jaemin’s, preventing his eyes from wandering to the exposed skin of your chest- which, at the given moment, you were dying to cover with your arms.

jaemin took a hesitant step back before turning, heading over to his desk to look at his sketch. he grabbed a container of pink paint and reached over for a thicker brush, twirling it between his fingers as he approached you once again.

the tube made a loud noise when he squeezed it (something you actually appreciated considering it relieved some of the ill feeling that came with the awkward, tension-filled silence) and he applied a bit of the pink paint to the tip of his brush.

you expected it to be cold and uncomfortable, but you were pleasantly surprised once the brush touched the soft skin of your stomach. it was a sensation you’d never felt before, but you breathed in a surprised gasp. it was ticklish at first, the uneven feel of the differing bristle length rubbing against your skin and making you shiver.

you didn’t forget about one of jaemin’s hands on your waist. his hand was big, perfectly cupping your hip and you couldn’t help but look at your position as something more. him leaning into you, eyes darting across your skin as he painted colors upon you. one of his hands cupping you, squeezing on occasion, and fingers thrumming to their own little beat.

it was when he began to paint the skin beneath your breast that things got more heated than you expected. he’d switched to a thinner brush now, purple paint glistening on the tip before he put it to your skin. it was the eye contact he maintained while tracing the underneath of your chest; it was the feel of his breath against your face; it was how your stomach churned uneasily every time you thought about him near you- all of it, it all contributed.

you felt like you were nearing a frenzy. the need to taste his lips on yours, the need to feel his hands- not that stupid little brush- on your skin, the need to feel him in an intimate way you’ve only ever dreamed about with him; you were going crazy.

then, he switched to bare hands, and you knew he knew. he had figured you out by now, you were sure.

dots of yellow paint littered his fingertips and he felt even closer to you than you thought he was previously; close enough to touch if you were only to lean forward just the tiniest bit.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs, finger beginning to trail circles into the skin of your abdomen. trailing upward in swirling motions before finally, his nail began to scratch sensually at your breast, and yellow painted over pink and purple. “tell me to stop and we end this right now.”

it was like he was begging. voice small and quiet, a desperate hint lacing his tone.

“don’t stop,” you said; the first thing you were confident about in months. you didn’t want him to stop, not now, not ever.

passion.

that’s what kissing jaemin was like. at first, his lips had hovered dangerously close to your own, tempting you to just pucker your own and kiss him. before you could do it, however, he had you under his spell and your lips were trapped against his own. his tongue had completely taken over you, molding with your own before he had you twisted in the feel of him, tangled in him like he was a live vine.

he made you breathless, every emotion mixing with the other until you were falling into him, hands desperately clawing at his neck, his cheek, his chin, until you were sure you’d colored him in your own paint of red marks.

“god,” he murmured against your lips, and finally, he pressed you flush against him. you knew you were covering him in paint and you could feel your breasts push up against his chest, but for once, you didn’t mind.

you felt good. he felt good. everything about the situation felt so fucking good.

“so perfect,” jaemin says softly, squeezing the flesh of your hip. he backed you up until you were against the paint table, shoving his collection of brushes to the side (which, considering he was missing one of his most important brushes, was a pretty big deal) and helping you jump up and onto the newly cleared space.

his hands roamed to your thighs as your lips connected once more, and a surprised gasp was swallowed by him once he slapped your thigh gently. lips traveling to kiss the expanse of your neck, he began whispering against you. you could hardly hear him over your own breathy little sounds, but the words went straight to your heart.

“prettiest girl.”

“so beautiful.”

his hands traced shapes on your thighs, “best thighs. love your thighs- god, i fucking love your thighs.”

you whimpered needily, grasping at his hair.

when he pushed you back against the table, encouraging you to lay down, you somewhat panicked internally at the knowledge that you’re actually about to be bare in front of him, on display for him to judge- or maybe admire.

when he doesn’t do either of those, instead leaning down to kiss down your body, a part of you is conflicted. you’re grateful he didn’t stare because that means he didn’t openly judge you. but at the same time, you wanted his admiring gaze upon your body.

however, he did something much better than that.

applying tiny, sweet little kisses to every inch of skin he crossed, including your breasts, he whispered a praise about everything- and, slowly, you felt yourself relax as your insecurities faded away.

“so soft,” he whispered, referring to your skin.

“do you have any idea how much these drive me crazy?” jaemin nearly growls, raising both hands to cup and squeeze your boobs as he dotted the area with soft, open-mouthed kisses.

you were experiencing an all new high.

tears thickly lined your eyes and sweet wispy moans left your lips. everything was overwhelming, and you were acutely aware of every touch on your skin. his tongue that would occasionally dart out to wet your skin (which he would later blow cool air on and make you shiver). his pillowy lips that danced over your body and left purple marks in their wake. his fingers that dug into your hips and tugged you impossibly closer to him, and snuck their way against your panty line to feel the soft material he’d yet to remove.

“pretty little tummy,” he said softly, gently kissing your stomach until you felt like the butterflies were going to eat you alive from the inside out. his menstruations were sinful, yet his words so pure and innocent.

something you had to remind yourself jaemin was far from.

every time he returned to your lips, you could feel his bulge rub against your clothed pussy and you wanted to scream; to grab hold of him and force him to do what you wanted- needed most.

yet you remained as patient as you could, your fingers drumming idly against his shoulders as a form of distraction.

“you know how long i’ve wanted you, cherry blossom?”

the name seemed so sweet prior, now it was laced with something more. something dark and lustful- something you were beginning to like.

you shook your head in response to his question, feelings his lips attach to the skin of your neck. you leaned your head back and allowed access. with his new angle, he began to nip and bite at your neck, taking your breath away.

“so long,” he nearly whined, pressing himself against you, “can i show you?”

“please…” you cried, grabbing him by his paint-stained shirt and taking his lips with your own greed.

you were grateful you had kissed him, you really were. because the boy was faster than you ever imagined he could be, swiping down your underwear with one swift, easy pull. his pants took a bit longer to free him from, but once he finally did, you had never been more excited for something in your life.

with all of his sweet gestures and his prior praise, your body was practically begging for him. arousal pooled in the underwear that lay discarded in the far corner of the room, and it took moments for jaemin to swipe his hard member against your pussy to gather your wetness.

his fingers played with your opening, slowly easing in and out in the hopes of preparing you for him- and damn was he glad he did, because the string of unending noises you let out in response was nothing short of music to his ears.

“need you,” you whimpered, biting back a moan. “please.”

with that begging look in your eye, who was he to say no? he kissed you hard, passionately, roughly- something you’d always dreamed of, and yet, it paled in comparison to the real thing.

and finally, with a strangled groan, did jaemin slip inside your heat.

what a dream come true.

[ffeynn]

oml another enstars writing blog!! if its not too much, what about leo tsukinaga and hiyori tomoe hcs or scenario (whichever you like whahah) with a sleep deprived s/o?

ive been reading your posts and i love it so far btw (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

「 sleep deprived s/o: leo and hiyori 」

a/n: anon anon anon first of all thank you for loving my post!! and second,, uuu this is bad.. it's ooc yes ik but i just don't have it in me to make it better ah ah im sorry anon!

pairings: tsukinaga leo, tomoe hiyori x reader (seperates)

when leo opened the door to your room, he didn’t expect to be greeted with a sight of you drinking your coffeeーwait why are there so many cupsー, eyes slightly red and look at the bags under your eyes!

are you doing your work? if you’re then you should stop because he can’t bear seeing you like this. leo went straight to leap himself to your side, wrapping his arms around you making you caught off-guard. “leo?” you looked at your lover who’s practically latched to you.

“stop working! let’s go to sleep already.” he pulled away from you and dragged the chair you’re sitting on far from your messy desk which was filled with documents and such.

you turned to your back with your mouth pouting a bit, “but it’s afternoon leo and I still have work to be done.” if he wasn’t resolute to bring you to sleep, he would’ve given it up to you. no good, leo’s too weak when attacked with your puppy eyes.. although you didn’t even pull a puppy eyes.

the tangerine haired shook his head, telling you he refuses to hear those excuses. what care of afternoon when you clearly haven’t been getting enough sleep for days now! and you obviously should prioritize your health before work, if you get sick because of your overloaded work then leo will go meet your boss himself.

“nope, nope. I don’t care about that, you’re more important than that! you said your deadline is the day after tomorrow right? then we can go to sleep now, I miss cuddling with you~”

oh dear, if he says it like that, you’re for sure going to oblige whatever he’s up to. you missed cuddling with your boyfriend too so there’s no cons in this. begrudgingly not, you stood up from your chair and was about to walk to your bed when suddenly your legs felt weak. resulting in you to fall down except leo managed to catch you in the process.

the expression on leo’s face hurts you, was he that worried? you’re both thankful and guilty for that.

in no time, you were already under the blanket acting as a small spoon in your cuddling position with leo. his hand caressing your hair up and down while he hums a lullaby he made up for you on the spot. you never realized how sleepy you were until leo took you in his arms, putting you to sleep with his melodic voice and slow hair caressing.

leo looked at your face and realized you’re already asleep, he smiled subconsciously upon the peaceful expression you have. he doesn’t want you to get sick from sleep deprivationーleo doesn’t want you to get sick at all!

maybe sometimes sure, he can take care of you after all. anyway, now that you’re asleep, he’s going to go to sleep too. may he meet you in the dreamland.

“if you want me to stop staring at you then go to sleep.” he huffed at your stubbornness to keep on doing your work.

when hiyori heard the news of you being deprived of sleep for few days straight, he went to your house immediately once his schedule for the day had finished. lucky for him, today’s schedule ends early or he would’ve gotten in more trouble for skipping out.

which brought us to this situation; hiyori taking a seat beside you, never leaving his eyes off you while you restlessly typed into your laptop.

as much as he wants to take the laptop away from you and drag you to the bed, hiyori will believe the fact that you said you’re almost done. “and.. done. now to revise itー” hearing your decision of working more, your lover gasped.

“no can do sunshine, we’re putting you to sleep now! and if your boss has any complaints with you taking a rest after overworking you then I, tomoe hiyori will send my complaints.” the green haired stood up from his seat and held your hands tight before taking you to the bed despite your obvious reluctance.

even so, hiyori is right, you really need to be put to sleep. you didn’t even realize the lack of sleep you have is uncountable.

“you can’t do that hiyo.. alright, alright, don’t give me those eyes, I’ll go to bed.” you chuckled at how frustrated he looks. a thought flashed in your mind but to say it will be selfish. and yet, hiyori noticed that you wanted to say something. tell him! he’ll do anything for you unless it doesn’t go overboard.

“if.. ah.. do you mind laying beside me?” the smile that flashed upon his face made it seem as if hiyori had been waiting for you to say it. your speculation was right actually. he has been waiting for you to invite him and on the off chance you didn’t he’ll just invite himself to you.

hiyori quickly gets himself under the blanket, leaving no distance between you and him. sometimes the big spoon is hiyori and sometimes it’s you. today the big spoon is hiyori. as he let you snuggle onto him, face in the crook of his neck, hiyori left a kiss on top of your head. a goodnight kiss or so he says.

you better not wake up first! since you’re the one who’s sleep deprived, you should get more sleep than him. in no time did your boyfriend find you asleep and in no time did hiyori fall asleep along with you after leaving some more head kisses.

[nakaharasknife]

you've read every book on the face of the planet 👀 tell me about your favourites?

Welll…. Mostly…….

I am really obsessed with old literature like edgar allan poe, edogawa rampo, sir arthur conan doyle, fyodor Dostoevsky and im currently reading some of nikolai gogols works! This may or may not be because of the anime hush-

Speaking abt old literature i definetly reccomend the master and the margarita! It was my mums like top top book so i decided to read it and its so good- its a bit of a slow burn but its worth reading

Im slowly making my way through song of achilles rn but thats just because i really like greek mythology- and ofc percy jackson has to be up there oml

Alr my top two books have to be the rook by daniel o’malley and bullet train by kotaro isaka !!!!

The rook is just. Like. So good. Idk how to describe it other than perfect??? It probably isnt everyones type because its pretty horror ish?? Like it straight up starts with this woman surrounded by a pile of bodies…. Anywho moving on its turned into a tv series that i am DESPERATE to watch but cant cuz i dont have the streaming service uGHHHHHH

Bullet train i have reread 16282922782 times and it gets me. Every. Single. Time. If you love murder mysteries i highly recommend this one, my fav genre is murder mystery and this is the best ive picked from the ones ive read lmao- it also just got turned into a movie with brad pitt in it ahsbsj i need to watch it soon

Sorry this turned into a whole as essay- i mean you asked but aksbsjs

Oooh tell me abt urs???

[hyunjinspark]

This slow burn is a little too slow, it’s perfect. It hurts so good 🫠 I’m just waiting for them to have physical contact. A hand hold, a hug, A KISS.

It’s so cute how Hyunjin literally walks all the way to Aera’s just to show yn his drawing and get their opinion on it :’) It’s adorable how he cares about yn’s thoughts on everything especially when it comes to him.

“We all get inspired from something, right?” You spoke, leaning forward on the counter.

Hyunjin’s eyes roamed your own, as he nodded, “Yeah we do”

“It’s perfectly okay to be inspired by other art, or movies, or music…”

“Or a person” He spoke.

You nodded lightly, the expression on his face so intense, you felt it all the way down to your toes, “Yeah. Or a person”

Bro.. 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 Major butterflies, I can’t do this rn oml. THE WAY HE KEEPS SUBTLY MENTIONING THAT YN IS HIS INSPIRATION FOR ART IS MAKING ME CONVULSE

And Felix man… ☹️ how am I supposed to root for hyunjin when lix says cute things as well???! I’m conflicted

And as for Hana? Bye. I’m flabbergasted at her audacity.

I cannot express my love for this au enough. It’s everything i’ve ever wanted to read in a fic, you never disappoint. Thank you for being the talented, amazing, writer you are and sharing this work of art with us <3

sorry for the slowburn but i love it so !! 😭 its not even that slow, is it ? haha. a KISS. soon…

hyunjin is a menace with the 🦋🦋🦋 he is so subtle but also so not subtle with the things he says lol.

felix or hyun 😍 the age old question (im kidding lol) but all their dynamics will be further explored and questioned. thank u for this lovely ask and for your kind words !! 😭😭 it made me so happy

[tobi-momo]

Them Walking In On You/ You Walking In On Them While Changing Pt 1

a/n: @awmahleebkg hey baby <))) i love this req so much omg ofc id love to do it for you bunny <) ALSO I GOT MY NEW BANNERS ON HERE YAYY

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Warnings: cursing? not proofread

Includes: Todoroki, Midoriya

yall were going on a double date with another couple in class

you were excited asf bc you were going to your fav cafe

i hc that shouto is either incredibly fast at getting changed or he takes his weet mf time with NO in between. and today was the day he decided to take his time

you waited like 20 min for him to GET DRESSED and he still wasnt done

so walking upstairs to his dorm, you slowly open the door to see a shirtless shouto with his back facing you and a shirt wrapping around his arms like he was ab to pull it over his head

you freeze- bc holy DAMN is he fine-looking at his back muscles like KASKJDHSAKJDAS (ABSOLUTELY BARKING RIGHT NOW)

he just nonchalantly turns around like "Oh, hey, y/n"

and you've completly malfunctioned bc his back is still facing you and and and

momo.exe has stopped working

"um- uh- hi" you smile as you stare at his muscles😩😩

"was i being too slow, sorry i-"

"oh, no, its okay, i guess i just wanted to see you," you trail off

"well, we are leaving in a few minutes. together." he says it like it isnt obvious🙄✋

KIDDING we love him

"Uh, yeah, I know, just uh," STOP LOOKING AT HIS BODY STOP LOOKING AT HIS BODY STOP LOOKING AT HIS BODY

"y/n?"

now your baby is just confused- youre staring at him like youve never seen him before- he thinks something is wrong w him by the way youre looking at him

"is there something on me? what is it?"

he turns around to you, walking towards your frozen figure, breaaking your trance

you stumble a little while taking a step back

"i'm fine! you're good! you look great, hot- GREAT! you look great."

his head tilts in confusion

"ill just wait...outside...for you"

you SPRINT out that mf door so fast

you spent the rest of that time trying to calm your thoughts and heartbeat oml i dont blame you that man is-

the most awkward experience you ever had tbfh

yall just got done studying

and while you were picking everything up you find his phone just laying on the floor

obviously you had to return ittt

you expected him to be just chillin on his bed or finally realizing his phone was gone

but when you open his door and hand his phone out, you dont see that

izuku is not wearing a shirt

or pants

the only thing you look at are his boxers

...his allmight boxers-

you chuckled subconsciously, seeing the blue and yellow underwear and his red face freezing and his hands trembling in embarrassment

"uh, you, uh, you left your phone," you stutter, not knowing if you should take a step forward or back

"oh, uh, t-thanks" he stutters, reaching out to take the phone with his shaky arms

this man is so embarrassed omg 😭

you dont say anything as you awkwardly hand him the phone, stepping back into the doorway

"uh, im really sorry, by the way," is all you mutter out before slipping out of his room and sprinting back to yours

'HOLY SHIT'

you just saw midoriya half naked- wearing nothing but allmight boxers-

you didnt know if you loved it or hated it

the next day he avoids the shit out of you, but you trail after him like a dog trying to apologize

once you get him cornered, you reassure him that you didnt think anything of it, and you wont tell anyone

pls do that this man is scarred🙏

~.~.~.~.~

make sure to read part 2! ill post the link in a reblog!

taglist: @combat-wombatus @hitosushi @flattykawadoorusmilkbread @toosharkinternet @iicekking @alpha3113

REQUESTS: OPEN

[halfmoonshines]

oml congratulations on your milestone! you're an amazing writer and i love your moon knight fics<3

❤- may i please have a ship?

my favourite fandoms are the marvel universe, grishaverse, lotr, sherlock holmes, pride and prejudice, indiana jones and star wars!

my pronouns are she/her with male preference

thank you and congrats once again

*im internally fangirling over you rn*

check out my pinned post for fun stuff

sorry, i worked for a few hours this morning and this was sent while i was asleep <3

also fangirling over MEEE!? You're much too kind.

i ship you with our man, the infamous (and emotionally stunted) kaz brekker

you meet at the crow club! you're low key on the run from some other grisha (go off ms heartrender) and thought this would be a good place to lay low for a bit

he's seated next to you, and him being him keeps giving you little appraising looks but never saying anything

his looks make you nervous specifically because theres a reason you're hiding out, obviously

"can i help you with something?"

"i dont really have need for a heartrender, no."

you just sort of blinked at him, utterly dumbfounded "what the fuck."

he's hooked (though he'd never tell you)

you end up staying at the hideout with him and the crew, making yourself useful doing small tasks

you and kaz have no label but he noticeably treats you differently

gets you small gifts, threatens death on anyone who messes with you, typical brekker ish

he doesn't touch you basically ever but you can tell he wants to

a hand ghosting just above your back, a half reach to touch your cheek but he decides against it

slow burn at its finest

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

OKAY SO-

can i get a platonic matchup pleaSeEeE?

okay, so- lets talk about myself sdsnfnenxnf

My name is Jei, I use she/they pronouns, I am 5’11” and I ABSOLUTELY AM THE AWKWARD TALL KIND OF PERSON (I wish I wasn’t tho-). I have short curly hair, (RANDOM THOUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS, DO YOU EVEN NEED TO KNOW HOW I LOOK FOR A P L A T O N I C MATCHUP? weeeeelll i am already here so, lets just keep going ig) I am like b i g IDK BAHSHAHSHABS

As you can see I am a bit uH chaotic (it is a daily thing but iDK TODAY I AM JUST OVER THE TOP) I am an ambivert, I am an INFP, Aries sun, Cancer moon and Sagittarius rising sbdsndns

I uHhhHh- I am very awkward in first meetings but if we have something in common I’ll ramble about our common interest which almost always leads to me talking about other stuff.

I am a Marvel fan if that’s uUuuh- important? I LOVE UM GOOD OMENS BAHSHAHZHA, i dOnt even know what i am talking about anymore but lets keep going BABDBAHZHA

I have a B I G variety of music taste, from 40s big band songs to uhhhHh lets just say ppcocaine(???

I get distracted w a y too easily, I tend to get lost on time

I LOVE TO DRAW AND TO WRITE (but i never have time to finish so me is very m a d >:))

My best subject is english, english teachers always love me for some effing reason :D

My favorite colors are orange, green, coffee? (COFFEE IS A COLOR? I FORGOT OMFG) OH SHOOT WAIT I HAD TO SEARCH IT UP, IT IS CALLED BROWN BAHAAHHAHAHA I AM SO STUPID, beigeEs and blaCk >:)

yeah, i like dark academia buT in a like chaotic rebel way if it is possible???????

AM I MAKING ANY SENSE NOW???? i am sleep deprived so i don’t really knoW

I tend to see the good in people (yes that includes bad people too, sadly), I have troubles speaking for myself in situations where people are troubling me,,,

What elseeee????

I am lazy sometimes, I’ll admit it 😌☝🏽 and it gets on my nerves:D (i am working on it tho)

All my time is sucked by school, I am an overachiever and adbanxnajxjs i cry cuz school u know? <3

And I think that’s it?????

THANK YOUUU, HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT

@burntbayleaf IM SORRY BUT WE NEED TO BE FRIENDS

Also yes my Aries sister 😩

Platonic Matchup

Nishinoya Yuu

How Y’all Met

Aight

So you rolled up into school with a FIRE marvel t-shirt

And nishinoya being a marvel fan himself took IMMEDIATE notice

So what did he do

Approach you of course 🙄✋

However...

It was quite awkward at first 🥲

He really just went up to you and was like

“Oh you like marvel? What’s your favorite movie, or do you prefer the comics?, OH Have how ever seen...”

And he just went on and on and on

But when he realized he was rambling he apologized and asked you the first question again

Now it was your turn to ramble on and on about your interests

But honestly noya just rolled with it

Rooooooollliiiinnnng Thunnndaaaa

After you both were done with your rambling

He invited you over to his house for a #MarvelMarathon

And who tf were you to say no

So you pulled up to his house and started the marathon

In the middle of said marathons noya’s phone started to ring

And what was his ringtone?

Ppcocains PJ

And what did you do when you heard this?

Sang along ofc

And noya was just in shock

But after overcoming his shock he started singing with you

Yeah...he missed that call

But who gives af! Y’all are having a concert rn!

The day bled into night and he offered for you to stay the night

Not wanting to walk home in the dark you agreed

And oml the night was just filled with movies, mini concerts, and junk food 👀

Ever since that night you and him have been attached at the hip

What You Have In Common

Well obviously you both like Marvel

And ppcocain

But you both have a chaotic energy that mashes well with each other

You both have small attention spans/ get distracted very easily 😀

Istg conversations with you two are all over the place

One minute it’s this subject then two seconds later it’s a different subject

Fun fact: you made him watch good omens with you and now he’s obsessed

He says he has a deep emotional connection with Crowley ❤️

Favorite Things To Do Together

Good lord

Honestly if he could just recreate your first sleepover

Life would be perfect

Because THATS his favorite thing to do with you

Just bonding over common interests

Whether that be with music, movies, hobbies

Whatever

No matter what you two do it’s always a party

OTHER THAN BEING CRAZY THO

He actually really likes to have drawing competitions with you

Even though he always loses 🥲

You’ve offered to not make it a competition

But he says that’s what make it fun :)

Random Hc

Oh your his personal tutor

100%

He needs help with school

Screw the teachers

Screw the tutors

There is only ✨you✨

He has also volunteered you as a tutor for the team :D

without your knowledge....

You two have weekly movie nights

But lately he’s just been binging good omens with you

Speaking of Good Omens 👀

That is YOUR show

Like if one of you even watch ONE episode without the other

All hell breaks lose

Ok off topic Hc but people think your the equivalent of asahi 🥲

Astrology

Independent Aries and collaborative Libra form a funny sort of friendship.

Aries tries convincing Libra to take chances, shake off criticism, and be more direct.

Libra constantly tells Aries to slow down, smell the flowers, and be more appreciative.

It's an odd couple type of relationship that can work extremely well.

Aries can learn the fine art of diplomacy from Libra, while Libra may become more assertive thanks to Aries.

While the Aries and the Libra are opposing each other from an astrological point of view, they can still become friends very fast.

The Aries admires how the Libra is graceful, stylish and funny, while the other way around, the latter truly likes how determined to take part in new adventures and always courageous their friend is.

Of course, the friendship between these two will sometimes be challenging because the Aries can get hurt seeing the Libra is flighty, while the latter may not like the way the former is pushy.

However, these two can easily make up and neither of them likes to hold a grudge.

Aesthetic

Chaotic ⚡️👹💥

Songs-

PJ - Ppcocain

Tokyo Drift - Teriyaki Boyz

Won’t Bite - Doja cat

My Axe - Insane Clown Posse

[morbidly-malicious-muffins]

What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷‍♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

[sukirichi]

hiii, it's 💎anon!! don't know if you remember me, it's been A WHILE. i had to study for my final exams and sign up at different universities etc., but now i finally had the time to catch up and OML.

first of all, all the new little naoya one-shots, ESPECIALLY the fluffy dilf ones,, i'm ascending to heaven. I LOVE THEM SM. of course naoyas son would be as bratty as his him, but seeing naoya really respect and appreciate his wife, PLEASEEBKS and then your reckless series; loved it!! it's unfortunate that people just did not respect you and your work and just be grateful that you deliver this content for FREE, giving away time of your own-free time while probably being busy with irl things. but thank you for giving us the plot outline for the rest of the series!! though you didn't even have to!! (maybe i'm even relieved lmao i don't know if i could have handled all the coming angst omg i'm once again amazed by your master big juicy brain energy HAHAHA,, and you come up with so many great fic ideas so fast?? i really wanna write too but i can't seem to be focused for too long idkk you're simply amazing!)

AND THEN; tokyo revengers.

i just recently started reading the manga as well (currently ch.42) and seeing that you read it as well made me so happy. ALSO GIRL HANMA SHUJI YES. i hate him but i love him. the moment i heard his voice i knew i'd be down bad, and he's so powerful too?? god please stay by my side and lend me strength during these difficult times. yk i'm for feminism all the way, men ain't shit! but for hanma i would do all the house chores, i would cook for my king, clean for my king.

imagine a feared and powerful hanma, but for you he's a fluffy mess, spoiling you rotten, trying to protect you from the bad influences around him. you're his sweet little angel he would give the world for. maybe he would also corrupt you unintentionally and when you pull a 180 he would be so surprised but so turned on, because it was his doing, HIM who turned the halo above your head to little horns, oh god imagineee. i also just KNOW hanma would be the type to pull you into the corner of a party, light a blunt and share shotgun kisses with you (or in general, i KNOW this man loves them. like, you never tried marijuana or any type of drugs, but you want to after seeing hanma smoke some before with his friends and so he would sit you on his lap and then do shot gun kisses with you, slow and passionate AHAHAJKSH. also prayers to those who try to lay a hand on you (and me who's babbling all this shit about hanma 🤢🤢 i just know this aks reeks of pick me girl energy lmfao.) but also imagine it the other way around. you are already in this line of work, a badass bitch and you have hanma being all submissive to you. THE hanma shuji, leader of valhalla, notorious delinquent, hanma shuji being wrapped around your little finger. he's so down bad for you.

PLEASE, i just looove them all. and OMG YOUR DRAKEN FICS. i just simply liked him before BUT AFTER THOSE TWO STORIES. i'm about to become a whole draken simp lmao.

dream was so well-written. you described draken as a soft and calm lover so well. i already love those 'jealousy' and angsty type of stories, and you writing one as well?? AHHHSJS i can only say it again and again, i'm absolutely in love with your writings. you have so much talent and it's so much fun reading them. the way you express things and word them is just indescribable.

i hope you have a great day/ night and thank you once again for writing all these masterpieces,, you are amazing!! 💗💗 - 💎 anon

diamond anon yes i remember you, you’re like one of my earliest anons and if i’m not mistaken you sent me an ask before about fall from grace and thats how it came to be ??? and aah i hope you can rest well and enjoy your break now, you deserve it !! AND THE LITTLE NAOYA DRABBLES IM ABDKEKWKW i just think that daddy naoya and baby naori is the cutest ever like,,,i wanna live in my own tfc drabbles, thats my home right there. and as for reckless, i suppose it was pretty dramatic and wild in terms of plot 😫 aaah actually i struggle from having too many ideas bcos im like UGH WHAT DO I WRITE NEXT THERES SM I WANNA WRITE but not enough time like spspsps.

AND HELL YEA LETS TALK ABOUT TOKREV

babe PLSS HANMA SHUJI SIR HMU IM AVAILABLE AND IM FREE JUST FOR YOU 🤤 hes so fine and so evil and so wack that he just ??? stole my heart ??? AND HIS TIMESKIP I CANNOT QJEKWKWO. yesss omg hes so powerful like he stopped mikey’s kick and stoof his ground that the whole time i was like YEA LETS GET ITTT like dont get me wrong, toman all the way but hello ??? If the antag looks that fine, you bet im cheering as well !! and hngrrr all this hanma brainrot, i actually have an arranged marriaged hanma fic with a really innocent reader just bcos the corruption kink is real. i mean look at him. he has bad intentions and i’d let him tbh, but the idea that hes so soft and sweet to his lover ??? yeah yeah that gets me sm like i LIVE for it. And aaah im so sorry bb but i am not actually into stories that include like drugs asjalalao but YESSS omg having hanma shuji turn to putty at your feet HMMM just seeing his annoying little smirk turn to a submissive smile... yeah thats a good image 😌

And aaaah thank you sm im so happy you liked my draken fics and how i wrote him 🥺 im a huge draken fan too so cmon lets simp together ABSKWKAKA like draken is perfect mmkayyy if ran haitani didnt exist then yea i’d be into draken. also ur kind words i am just ,,, extremely soft rn i dont even have words but thank you so much 😭😭💕 i hope you have an even better day or night as well and much love sent your way !!

[jinxthequeergirl]

Softie

Quentin smith x Goth! Reader

Requested by anons and @aristocracy-y :

⭐quentin and the abrasive goth girl from school end up as lab partners and he comes over to study and he discovers she’s actually soft and sensitive?? pls i crave quentin content (if u don’t wanna write this just anything for quentin is fine

⭐My love for Quentin knows no bounds, and a soft, slow make out is literally all I can think of rn

⭐OML you write for my baby! Could you maybe write some Quentin nsfw, if you don’t write that then something soft and fluffy

Warning: swearing, sorry I don't write nsfw but its super fluffy so that makes up for it ig, also i think its safe to say this is quite sometime before fredrick fucked him up.

And sorry for taking so long im trying to get back to actually posting things so please enjoy!!! Sorry that its just sort and sweet.

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"Sick drawing." Quentin looked up at the you who was standing next to him putting your bag down and taking the seat next to him.

"Oh uh thanks." He said offering a smile.

"I'm y/n, Your new lab partner." Quentin took you all in as you shook his hand. He'd heard about you, seen you in the hall. Nothing about your goth aesthetic exactly sreamed friendly. Kris and jesse would say things about you. "Careful she'll hex you!"

"Wow who's funeral are you going to? Oh sorry that's just how you dress."

You spent class paying attention to the work taking notes and before he knew it class was over. "Uh..so when..or really were do you wanna study so we can do the lab right tomorrow?"

"Uhh my dad's got a teacher meeting thing tonight...I don't have to be home for a few hours.." She nodded as she put her things in her bag. "Yea alright..my house then...I'll meet you after school at the end of the front steps?"

"Yea..sure thing."

At the end of the day you met him exactly where you had said to, but he was accompanied by his friends. "Watch out quentin she might hex you!" He he elbowed jessy as he walked away from them to meet you.

"Sorry about th-"

"Let's go." You bit out grabbing your bag and started walking he quickly followed.

"They're jerks." He said as you continued to lead the way through your neighbor breaking the silents. "They're your friends?" You said.

"Doesn't change the fact that they're absolute dick holes sometimes." You glanced back at him with a smile, before walking up a drive way.

"Penny! Cherry!" You yelled as you opened the door. You where both greeted with the sound of barking and quick feet running down the hall. "Y/n!" Your face lit up as you got to your knees and greeted the girl and dog as they ran into your open arms.

"Hey kiddo!" The dog salked up and licked your face causing you to laugh. "Uh Cherry this is Quentin...he's gonna help me study for biology, Quentin this is my sister Cherry and our dog Penny."

He offered a small wave. "Hi! Are you y/ns friend? She doesn't bring a lot of those home." Cherry asked Quentin as he fllowed the two girls deeper into the house, He only laughed nervousely and you hit her shoulder. "Shut up dork!"

Sbe laughed. "Go do your homework!"

She burried down the hall to her room. "Oh! Dad said he'll be home by eight thirty! Maybe nine!" You rolled your eyes and lead him to the kitchen. "Thanks!" You then turned to him. "Sorry I should've mentioned something about the two of them..." He shrugged and pet penny while taking a seat at the counter.

"I don't mind, She seems like a good kid." You smiled. "She is...do you want something? We've got chinese leftovers?" He laughed. "Sounds good."

The rest of the night was spent within your bedroom attempting to study only to find neither of you took good enough notes to answer the study questions.

"Well I can just look it up in study hall...you can hang out here for a while if you want..." You offered him noticing he'd gotten up from the desk chair to look at the bulleten board filled with pictures that hung on the wall by the door.

"Is that your mom?" He asked pointing to a family photo. "Uhh yea...Penny l/n...she died a few years after cherry was born...we got penny and named her after her..."

"I get that...the whole mom being dead thing." He admitted still staring at the photos, He finally turned to you. "You knkw I meant what I said about my friends-"

You waved him off. "No need to say sorry I'm used to it."

"So then why do you-"

"I like how it looks....It's the only thing I felt comfortable in was clothes like this...kt's not actually true to who I am." You explained quickly. He moved to sit next to you on the bed. "Then who are you?"

"Who do you think I am?" You challenge.

"Well...from what I've seen here tonight. I'd say you're a softie... You like being around people, like making friends, your sentimental, a family per-" you held a hand up to his mouth.

"Got it, you've spent to much time with me today." You said with a laugh moving your hand.

It was quiet for a second. "You know I know somethings about you too." You said.

"Like?"

"Your the reserved one in your friend group, but also out spoken when you get the chance...sweet...kind." You said looking at him. He looked you up and down and leaned forward.

"And you're thinking about kissing me.." You teased before moving closer to him yourself and kissing him.

His hands mobed to your waist as yours cupped his cheeks and climbed into his lap. "You're absolutely right on the last one." He said as you pulled away briefly, you laughed lightly and slid your sweater off and kissed him again.

He wrapped his arms around you and leaned you back on the bed deepening the kiss.

"Y/n! Cherry! Penny!" You quickly pulled away again upon hearing your fathers voice from the front door.

You both let out a slight disapointed sigh but laughed. "Maybe some other time." You winked before kissing him quickly and pulling your sweater back on.

"Hey dad!" You said coming down the hall and hugging him as he let go of cherry. "Hey!..oh I didn't know you had comapny I would've bought more food."

"No, sir I was leaving..my dad will be home soon anyways." Quentin said reassuringly. "Dad this is my friend, Quentin." You introduced the two of them. "Well nice to meet you Quentin, you're welcime baxk here anytime kiddo! Y/n doesn't get a lot of friends around here." He said jokingly, you hit his arm as you walked quentin out the door.

"Goodnight, thanks for having me over." He said.

"Anytime." You smiled and kissed him once more before going back inside.