#sorry i responded a bit late i was rly busy

[uglly-rodent]

hiii! i love your drawings! i was wondering could you draw mantis and rocket doing shenanigans together? like if they were to hang out what do you think they would do? they are my favorite guardians and the thought of them hanging out is so awww to me <3

suuree ^^

Mantis is giving him a makeover, how she convinced him, beats me 🤷

[saeyoungs-angel]

⨳​ hindering studies — mha

starring. bakugou & you

plot. your grumpy bestfriend tells you he's busy after class, yet you give no fucks—letting yourself in, you wait in his dorm so you can simply vibe to his music and pen scribbling.

genre. fluff, comfort(?)

cw. swearing obviously, reader had a bad day, maybe ooc bakugou? not rly sure but kinda

notes. found a nice little video on yt that followed this plot just a bit, though ive added alot to it lol. thought sleeping in his bed while he studied sounded nice asf so here u are! feedback on how i write him is extremely helpful, and im sorry if u dont like or know these songs! u can replace them with others if ud like:)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

𓆩☆𓆪

“what’re you even doin’ here?”

wrapped up in his duvet, bakugou’s gruff voice drags you out of your once half-asleep state. you lift your head slightly and give him no answer, eyes raking over his mien of annoyance. he sighs, shoving off his shoes aggressively.

“you know i’m busy, so why do you keep hangin’ around like a lost puppy dog or some shit?”

his words of irritation would sting if you didn’t know any better—he enjoys your presence, atleast more than anyone else’s. he may still claim you’re an extra, but his sleepy murmurs on the nights neither of you can sleep say otherwise. you huff loud enough for bakugou to hear, his mirage of disliking you is embarrassingly fake.

“don’t mind me, i’m not even here.”

“whatever.” he grumbles, beginning the trek around his dorm to find his studying supplies. his notes, a pencil or two, and his speaker—the last part is very important. as his digits land on the object, you can’t help but sit up abruptly.

“wait! can i play a song this time, too?” your voice is woven in excitement, hoping to flaunt your music taste. while it isn't very far from his, you have a couple songs that you feel he might enjoy.

he shoots a glare your way. “no.”

he presses the on button firmly as you plead in the background, “just one! please, kats?”

“fine, just put it on the queue and go back to fuckin’ sleep so i can study.” you feverishly snatch his phone at this, bakugou grumbling once again after caving in at the use of his nickname.

handing his device back, you hands brush briefly and you have to force yourself to think of other things, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the feeling of the minute contact. even though you’ve both fallen asleep beside each other, you still fluster easily.

hopping back into his bed, it creaks softly with the movement. as you rest your head on his pillow, a beat begins to fill the room. ghosting by mother mother, you can immediately recognize it considering you adore the song. you mumble a ‘love this song’ as you snuggle further into the sheets.

bakugou only responds with ‘tch’, but he knows you do, and that may be the reason why he’s so fond of it—you like it, of course. his brows are furrowed together as the pencil drags across his paper, faint music adding to the soothing ambience.

he slightly adjusts the volume, upping it a bit as he knows it’s not super late and no one’s sleeping. your eyes begin to feel heavy, moments before your song pops on the list.

insomniac by memo boy, your current fixation. the first few beats play out and you thrum along with it, drumming your fingers on bakugou’s silky black sheets. your eyes are now screwed shut vehemently with the music, a smile gracing your features as bakugou speaks up.

“i’ve heard this before.” his tone is efficacious at hiding how he feels about it, signaling a small frown on your face.

“do you like it?”

there’s a beat of silence from him and your frown deepens.

“..it’s okay.” this time, he sounds reluctant to admit those words. thankfully, you understand bakugou language, a grin forming on your lips as you now achieved your goal—he likes the song you showed him, and is probably adding it to his playlist.

you stifle a laugh with his pillow, “yeah, yeah. i’ll remember that when i hear it down the hall.”

“shut it, dumbass.”

you hum in acknowledgement, a wide smile plastered on your face as you shift from your previous position. as bakugou’s new favorite song ends(simply because it’s your favorite), the room quiets, save for the scribbles of his pencil here and there.

“you gonna play another song? the silence is deafening, katsuki.” while you’re only teasing, the silence does feel a bit odd—you can just slightly hear crickets chirping outside his window.

“don't be stupid, ’course i am. just go back to sleep or somethin’.” you can practically hear the miniature smile in his words, the banter between you both never fails to raise your mood and vise-versa.

with that, you register his phone being placed back down onto his desk, jealous by eyedress bouncing around the dorm. you hum along, the mellow yet vibrant beat finally enervates you into sleep.

bakugou swivels in his chair to converse with you about a question, only to find your eyes closed peacfully as soft breathes escape your barely parted lips.

being solicitous of your well-being and knowing you need the rest, he lowers the volume by a bit, eyes leering on your sleeping form for a moment more that he intended. you just look so adorable, wrapped up in his blanket so peacefully like you are—though, he’ll take that thought to his grave.

after while, you stir in your sleep, the bed creaking as extra weight is placed upon it. “katsuki..?” you murmur, raising a hand to rub your eyes.

“shh, go back to sleep, idiot.”

his voice is hushed, causing you to smile up at him in the now dark dorm-room. “m’kay.”

shuffling around to wrap your arms around him, you notice he’s adorning one of his famous tank tops. was he planning to nap with you? contently, you begin to drift off once more before his voice draws you out of sleep.

“hey, (y/n)?”

you nod into his chest, figuring he can feel it. bakugou stalls for a moment, and that’s when you realize he’s put insomniac quietly on replay. the revelation causes your heart to flutter, though you tell yourself it’s simply because he likes it enough to play it this much.

he clears his throat, “did you, um, have a shitty day or somethin’?”

his question throws you off, causing you to shift uncomfortably on his side. you nod again, before correcting yourself.

“well, i wouldn’t say it was shitty, just not ideal.”

“the way you said that frames it as a shitty day.”

“‘m sorry.” you bury yourself further into him, wishing you could just skip class tomorrow and lay in bed with him instead.

he frowns, not that you can see. “don’t apologize, dumbass. if you had a shitty day, then you had a shitty day. the thing that matters is that you got through it, alright?” he tightens his grip on your torso, rubbing your arm in attempted comfort.

even with his usually boorish attitude, he has a way with his words when he’s worried. he can feel you grin against him, and he knows he’s done a good job—he made you smile and that was his goal, now he can nap with you in peace.

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feedback is extremely meaningful!

[yuurivoiceincorporated]

Hi! Heard you were looking for some prompts or requests or something and imma just drop an idea if that’s alright <3

- Bittersweet trio (Alphonse, Seth, and Listener), all comforting touch starved Seth, many forehead kisses and just overall affection. He just gets rly overwhelmed and Al and listener are there to hold him through it

Fuzzy Feelings

-Al x Seth x reader

-touch starved Seth

-poly

-it ain’t Christmas but I wish it was

Christmas. A time for family, friends, crappy Hallamark movies, and most importantly, pillow forts.

Alphonse and Seth were in the living room setting it up as usual. Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen, baking.

You joined them with warm cookies once you all finished.

“Hey, Boo! Like the fort?”

“Yeah! You two really outdid yourselves this time.” You said, while stealing pillows.

Alphonse sighed. “Sticky fingers as usual, huh?

You pouted. “But they’re comfy! And warm! Like, they just came out of the dryer! How am I supposed to resist?”

“Well, you got two hot bastards right here! I can’t see how you would pick pillows over us, ain’t that right, Seth?”

Seth did not respond.

“Seth? Aye, man, you good?”

“…Oh! Yeah! Sorry, I just started spacing out, Y’know?”

“Uh-huh…” Alphonse analyzed Seth thoroughly.

He leaned over to you and whispered, “Somethin’s wrong. You see it too, right?”

You nodded.

Alphonse approached Seth. “Hey, Seth, are you sure you’re okay?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m all good. Hahaha…” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Sure…”

You and Alphonse squinted at Seth with obvious signs of suspicion.

“What? Why are you both looking at me like that?”

Alphonse looked towards you, signaling you to step in.

You inhaled and pressed your palms together. “Well, Seth. We, um, noticed that you seemed a bit *off* these past few days. Usually, around Christmas, everyone is happy and content. But it’s quite obvious that something’s up. You can tell us, we won’t judge.”

“Oh, um, you see…” He looked away and sighed before sharply inhaling. “You and Al seem so busy lately. I mean, you’re out here whipping up a storm in the kitchen everyday, and Al’s out there manning the shop, bracing for the winter season like his life depended on it. And, uh…”

“No, no, I think I understand what’s goin’ on here.”

“And what would that be, Al?” Seth replied.

“You’re touch-starved. Is that it? You miss us so god damn much, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“And that’s okay, because we’re here now. We can spend some quality time together.”

He kissed Seth’s cheek and brushed some hair out of his face. “We love you, Seth. If you wanted to spend some time with us, you could’ve asked.”

He pulled you and Seth into a tight hug.

“Right, Boo?”

“Yeah, he’s right.”

Al chuckled and pecked you on the lips.

You then gestured Seth to come closer. He listened and you gave him a small kiss on the forehead.

“Sugar, I…Haha, you’re both so sweet.”

And you all held each other closely, nothing could break your bond.

[ptergwen]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy type thing based on the gif of ur navigation page. Ya know the scene in the movie where he can see whos doing what on their phones? and maybe the reader is like talking about their crush on him? i think tht woukd be a rly cool concept. but you dont have to do it if you dont want to :)

this is really cute omg i never would’ve thought of it either :,)

i couldn’t find the gif in question but close enough

“i have access to the entire stark global security network, including multiple defense satellites,” edith tells peter as he looks around the bus through his glasses. “as well as back doors to all major telecommunication networks,” she adds on. peter’s eyes go wider, images of his classmates’ and teachers’ phones popping up.

“woah,” he mumbles to himself. he can see people’s texts, google searches, everything. peter can’t help but be curious about what you’re up to. you’re sitting alone and kind of hunched over in your seat, so he assumes your phone is out. that gives him an idea.

“um, edith?” peter asks for his new... friend. she responds almost immediately. “yes, peter?” “what’s y/n doing?” your picture, name, and a view of your screen show up in his glasses. “i can’t believe that worked” he mutters and glances over at you again in person. you sit a few rows ahead of him.

he’d wanted to sit with you for the ride, but dimitri wouldn’t let him. something about blowing his cover.

peter focuses in on your screen again. you’re texting mj, in long paragraphs, and her messages back are just as lengthy. it seems like it’s a pretty personal conversation. maybe he shouldn’t be snooping on you. “edith, could you-“ his heart beats a little faster when he sees his name come up. he’s technically not snooping if it’s about him.

“yes, peter?” edith prompts him. “never mind,” he dismisses her, wanting to find out why he was mentioned. he sneaks a quick peek at mj to make sure she hasn’t caught on. she has a habit of always being in his business. she’s across the bus with brad next to her, so she hasn’t picked up on the fact that peter is watching you two.

chewing on your bottom lip, you type out your next message. peter jumps in his seat as it flashes across the screen.

you

i really like him and i thought he liked me too but he’s been kind of like... idk avoiding me the whole trip?

“i’m not avoiding her!” peter whisper yells, biting the inside of his cheek while he waits for mj to reply. it then hits him what you said in the first part. you like him. not just like him, really like him. he could pass out right now and call this a dream. he’s been crushing on you for a while, but he was too scared to say something. this is definitely a confidence booster.

mj

wdym avoiding you? he’s been ditching the whole class y/n/n. kinda sus if u ask me

you

stopppp 😭 maybe he has something going on bc he’s been weird since before we left

mj

uh he’s been weird his whole life

peter purses his lips at that, eyebrows furrowed in offense. he can’t believe nick fury is ruining his love life. or, the potential of him having a love life. you could’ve been cuddled up next to him and listening to music together right now. he’d made a playlist for the trip of both your favorite songs, that specific reason being why.

but, no. nothing that isn’t superhero related can ever go peter’s way. he’s had enough of fury and his team controlling him.

you

i don’t wanna get dramatic or whatever but should i just give up? if peter is busy i don’t wanna overwhelm him

“thanks, edith. you can stop showing me now,” peter decides, getting up from his seat before he loses his nerve to. he makes his way through the aisle and over to you. “i said all kids stay seated!” dimitri scolds him with a stern look through the front mirror. he doesn’t actually care if people get up, he just wants to keep peter away from everyone else. good thing he’s the one driving so he can’t do anything about it.

“sorry!” peter calls back, making you look up from your phone. giving him a lopsided smile, you quickly shut it off. you didn’t expect him to be the rule breaker getting yelled at. “hey,” you greet him. “hey. can i sit with you?” peter smiles back, without the nervousness. he already knows your feelings are mutual.

you scoot closer to the window so there’s more room. “yeah, always.” “thanks,” he breathes out a laugh and takes his seat. “i like your glasses. when did you get those?” you compliment, loving the way the blue frames sit on his face. peter squints at you. “glasses? what glasses- oh.” he’d forgotten to take them off before coming over. great, now he needs an excuse.

“they... they, um, at this store in venice...” that’s all he can come up with. you’re guessing the glasses have something to do with his stress lately, and you’re not far off. you let him leave it at that. “well, they look really good on you. really really good,” you laugh and get a laugh of relief out of peter as well. “thank you, y/n/n.” “you’re welcome.” you’re grinning for real now, and being the cause of it makes peter so happy.

he’s ready to shoot his shot.

“do you wanna, um, listen to music with me?” peter asks softly over the loud rumbling of the bus. “i made a playlist... for us.” for us. him coming over here, thinking of you like that, the doubts you were having earlier are starting to fade away. you nod, a giggle slipping out of you. “yeah, we can share my earbuds. thanks, peter.”

you unzip your backpack and grab them, peter biting back another grin. this is working out exactly how he wanted it to. you hold out an earbud to him and put yours in. peter does the same, adjusting his while both of you move in so the wire doesn’t stretch. yup, that’s why. definitely not so you two can be closer.

“can i plug these in?” peter asks, taking the connecting end of the wire. “mhm,” you hum and watch him put it into his phone. he opens up spotify and goes to his playlist, titled with a smiley face and every pink heart emoji. that brings yet another smile to your face. “aw, that’s cute,” you comment, taking a leap of faith and resting your head on peter’s shoulder.

peter hits shuffle and makes a move of his own by resting his head on yours. he lowers the music a bit so he can say something to you, confess to you what he finally has the courage to you. “hey, y/n?” he mumbles, waiting for you to look at him. you already were. “i like you.” you settle into peter even more and let out a content sigh. “i like you, too.”

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hey hazel hope ur doing well, it’s uh definitely been a rly long time since I was last able to send a message sorry bout that😭😅😅😅

I’ve been rly busy lately (I got my first job☺️☺️) and adjusting was a bit hard for me. Idk if I can promise abt being more active unfortunately, I’m just not rly on tumblr that much anymore, which is why I decided that I’d at least come off anon so u can see that I’m still alive and well whenever Im able to interact so yeah uhh hihi 👋 I’m Momo, I was ✨ anon and yeah sorry again for basically disappearing for the last couple months😭😭

I wish u a very nice break and please don’t feel rushed to respond to this or anything I just wanted to finally send u a message after so long😅😅

-Momo✨

heyo momo - always happy to hear from tumblr-peeps and friends :D --- OOO first job congrats congrats!! you should focus your energy on what makes you happy and where you need to put it - i’ll be here whenever you need it <3 

(I always enjoy seeing the blogs of once anons! this is so cool -- hello hello - it’s like seeing someone you haven’t seen in a while at the mall and you just squeee at each other lol) 

rooting for you momo! 

[hogwartsmysteryho]

Hot Chocolate with Cinnamon

an adaption of the side plot of this episode of H2O: Just Add Water because i thought it kind of fit with these kids. repeat, this is not an original plot line, it is 100% based off of that episode. Ethel belongs to the wonderful @the-al-chemist and Selene belongs to the extraordinary @lifeofkaze, both of whom are the best thing since ice cream (which is a much better invention than sliced bread). actually, i just did a quick google search and it turns out that ice cream is way older than sliced bread, but u get the point. anyways, i hope u enjoy this story and hopefully i got ur girls ok, but lmk if they’re a little off.

Two best friends emerged from the Quidditch changing room after an especially grueling day of practice. Ethel Hexley was massaging her arms after several passing and shooting drills, whilst Selene Fraser flexed her fingers, as if still practicing catching the Golden Snitch.

“Gryffindor shall be in top condition upon the beginning of our season,” Selene said to her friend.

“The other houses certainly have reason to worry,” Ethel agreed. “Especially when Gryffindor has the two of us rostered.”

The girls giggled together for a few seconds before they were approached by a boy with red robes and a smile stretching ear to ear. “Brilliant practice! I can hardly wait for Gryffindor to dominate the other teams this year!”

“Thank you, Vinny,” Ethel replied. “Did you watch the whole practice?”

“Of course! You know I always love to watch your practices when I can,” the boy, Vinny Raymond, said happily as the three began walking back towards the school together. “I don’t know very much about Quidditch strategy or training, but your practice definitely looked quite impressive.”

Vinny had barely gotten the sentence out before a tan Ravenclaw boy walking the opposite direction nearly ran him over.

“Walk much?” the Ravenclaw sneered as he plowed past the curly-haired boy.

Ethel and Selene both prepared to retort back at the Ravenclaw but Vinny was calling a “sorry, Nolan” over his shoulder before either had the chance.

Something caught Vinny’s attention in the distance and he hastily said to the girls, “My apologies, but I have to go right now. Great practice, both of you,” and scampered off. Knowing Vinny, he had probably spotted a butterfly or somebody’s pet cat and was now chasing after it.

“I simply cannot believe that he actually apologized for being rammed into,” Selene said, perplexed, after Vinny had departed.

Ethel shrugged at her friend. “It takes more than being trampled to make Vinny mad, I suppose.”

“I don’t think that anything can make Vinny mad,” Selene responded. “I haven’t seen him anything short of exceedingly happy once since our education at Hogwarts began.”

“Everyone gets mad sometimes,” Ethel reasoned. “I’m confident I could push his buttons enough to accomplish that deed.”

Selene snorted. “Even you couldn’t get a rise out of him.”

“Challenge accepted.”

***

It wasn’t long before the three Gryffindors sat together in the Great Hall. When Vinny was busy looking down at his copy of The Daily Prophet, Ethel winked at Selene and dropped her silverware on the ground next to him.

“Oh dear, clumsy me,” Ethel feigned. “Vinny, would you be a dear and pick my fork up for me?”

Vinny smiled and nodded before bending down to retrieve the fork. Meanwhile, Ethel grabbed an ice cube from her water and slipped it down the back of Vinny’s robes. Vinny immediately shot up in surprise, and his face began to grow red. Ethel smirked, satisfied. However, it was not anger that exploded from Vinny, but laughter. Selene immediately joined in, though she was amused more by Ethel’s failure than the prank itself. Eventually, Ethel had to laugh too. Her mission, however, was not forgotten.

***

Later that day, in the Gryffindor common room, Vinny was just finishing off his Potions essay, due as homework for class the next day. Ethel was sitting next to him, scheming.

“Vinny, dear,” Ethel said innocently. “Can I borrow your—whoops!”

Ethel slid her hand over and knocked the ink pot Vinny had been using over, spilling ink all over his essay.

“Oh dear,” said Ethel, dramatically. “Is it going to be okay?”

Vinny grinned up at her. “It’ll be fine,” he said as he tapped his wand on the parchment. Ink immediately started to clear up, making Vinny’s work readable once more. Vinny’s expression then changed from his usual excited-smile into a more reassuring-smile. “However, are you feeling okay? You’ve been a bit clumsier lately, are you perhaps overexerting yourself in Quidditch? I was reading an article in The Daily Prophet that said sometimes players’ nerves can get the best of them at the start of a new season.”

Ethel could hear the sound of poorly muffled laughter from an armchair containing one Selene Fraser. Ethel, however, would not give up so easily. “Actually, I have been feeling a little overwhelmed. I just have so much homework to do tomorrow, I’m not certain I’ll be able to do it all and wash my Quidditch robes before practice.”

“Well that’s it then!” Vinny beamed up at her. “I’ll wash your robes for you whilst you complete your homework.”

“Really?” said Ethel with mock surprise. “You would do that for me?”

“I sure would! I wonder how bad your robes will smell. I cannot wait to see!”

Of course he couldn’t wait.

***

“I cannot believe you’ve made him wash your Quidditch robes!” Selene said to Ethel as the two approached the training grounds.

Ethel bit her lip. “I need to kick my provocations up a level to get him mad.”

The girls had made it to Vinny, who was laying the freshly washed robes across a blanket (a Gryffindor blanket, of course). “Hello, Selene! Hello Ethel! I’ve just finished washing your robes, they ought to be dry before your practice.”

“Oh dear,” Ethel tutted, looking down at the washing tub Vinny had used. “Vinny, it seems you’ve completely botched the ratio of soap to water. There has to be at least another half part of soap in the mixture. You’ll have to redo it.”

“Alright, Ethel,” Selene interrupted. “This is going too far. It’s fine how it’s been washed now. It must’ve taken Vinny an hour to wash it.”

“Oh no, it’s fine,” Vinny said, his smile never wavering. “I’ll rewash it. I want to see if I can beat my time from last time!”

Selene sighed and Ethel gaped.

***

After another day of failed attempts, it was time for a Hogsmeade visit for the students of Hogwarts. Vinny and Selene grabbed a table at the Three Broomsticks while Ethel went to get some hot chocolates for the friends. It didn’t take too long for their drinks to be ready, and soon Ethel and Selene were happily sipping their delicious cocoa. Vinny, however, frowned at his mug.

“Ethel,” he started, his face growing angrier as he went on. “This, this has cinnamon in it! I-I… cinnamon? I hate cinnamon with hot chocolate! How many times have I- ugh! Go get a new one!”

Ethel was taken aback. “Vinny, are you okay?”

“Just- just get a new one right now!” Vinny was fuming now.

Ethel grabbed his mug and grinned at Selene. “Alright, Vinny, I’m sorry. No need to get so… mad.” She hurried away to get a new drink, a smug look on her face.

Vinny’s anger immediately melted back into his huge smile. “Was that alright?” he asked Selene eagerly.

“Perfect,” Selene replied. “I swear, she’s been driving me mad with her attempts. Thank you for acting for me.”

“I found it quite thrilling and fun actually!” Vinny paused for a moment, and then looked lopsided at Selene’s hot chocolate. “I suppose this means I can never have cinnamon with my hot chocolate ever again.”

Selene hesitated a moment, and then burst into laughter, Vinny soon echoing her.

“What?” Ethel said as she returned to the table, a new, cinnamon-less cocoa in her hand. “What’s so funny?”

“Just having a good time, with good friends,” Vinny said. And the three drank their hot chocolate, laughed, and had a good time.

i rly hope u liked it! i’m very sorry if i didn’t do ur girls justice, i just thought that the three of them might fit this plot line well, and i think they did! :)

[tsukidrama]

Yay! Fluff! Like I said before I’m very excited to read it. I’m going to reread the full thing just to get in the right mood, I’ve read the first chapter already and *chefs kiss*. I’d also like to say that the song “the lakes” by Taylor Swift really reminds me of trnt, mostly because of the vibe and a few of the lyrics. I love that song and I listen to it whenever I read the fic.

I didn’t get a chance to respond as quick as I’d like because I’ve been busy with Christmas shopping over the weekend, I’ll try to be quicker next time!

omg what a high honor! don't get too excited for the fluff, it's just going to be fleeting moments lol. remember that we are still in the angst zone and things will be bad. i don't really listen to taylor swift but i did listen to the song and i was surprised with how well it fits! i added it to my playlist even, thank you for that recommendation!

shhh we've been over this, it's fine! message when you've got a chance. i've been unusually online lately (i'm rly lonely)

> Oh also I wanted to ask, I don’t know if you’ve answered a question like this before but: are the things that happened in the fic the same as canon? What I mean is like did Annie get caught in Stohess after being beat by Eren or are some of those events changed? Might be a bit of a weird question, sorry! <

i have not! but the answer is yes, all of the major plot points are the same up until the series finale. the only real differences are that Annie had a romantic relationship with reader from training corps days until basically when she goes into the crystal tbh... and then reader visits her for the 4 years she's trapped in there. everything else in canon is the same essentially, just with the romance written in. reader was silently tortured for a few years for sure.

> Happy Holidays, < > Pink Anon <

to you too! hope your Christmas is shaping up to be good so far! jingle them bells!!! me i've been wrapping 400 presents because i'm the only one in my family who is good at it

[jjkyaoi]

Wifey!! Hello again! Sorry for not talking for quite a few days, these last days have been busy, Fun! But busy :]

But now I return and bring you some of my recent drawings :DDD

Allium duo!! I’m actually rly proud of dis one, I think it looks nice :)

And then of course, the drawings I did of my royal au :D

He!! Vibing w all his shiny gold jewelry! (Including snake bite piercings cuz I thought they looked cool) also, he does have tusks or whatever they’re called, but he usually files them down because 1. They’re another thing to get caught on something or grabbed by the opposing fighter in a battle, 2. Since he’s so not used to them, they’ll start to scratch against and scar the top of his lip, and 3. One of his tusks is gold, and it doesn’t really grow, so it would just look uneven. However, he does to that same thing I think c!Techno does of like something similar to hibernation or whatever, so when that happens, he usually wakes up w a grown out tusk.

Phil! This is just a first doodle, but the main thing is the second picture. There’s a whole background story that I’m currently too tired to type, but p much Phil has a small piece of a lodestone attached to a bracelet, and techno owns a compass that leads to it

Then just more Tommy :] + bench trio. Also a bit of horse practice, horses are terrible to draw, why are they so hard to draw >:( /j

YOOOO!! i've responded to this late again, but these are super cool dude :OOO allium duo my beloved ,,,,,,, i love how you draw 'em

[novannna]

Newest Addition

So this is unedited bc im lazy and kinda rly bad, but thats ok.  Takes place when Tala realizes she’s pregnant, and just is about her and David figuring out what to do.  Pretty much all from Tala’s POV except from like a paragraph from David’s. word count: 1807

@renegadesnet event 2: august of anarchy
  ↪ [ anarchist/age of anarchy ]

Tala walked over to her husband and sat down in a chair.  He was leaning over the table, his back hunched and his eyes focused on the delicate strands of energy in front of him.  

“Mahal…” she said softly.  “I have something I need to tell you.”  Nervousness fluttered in her belly, but he quickly pushed it away.  

He looked up from his work, a small locket, still half finished, and smiled.  He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  

“Of course, Caro,” he replied.  He shifted his body so he was facing her.  “What is it?” There was worry and fear on his face.  “Is something wrong?”

Tala looked at his warm brown eyes and felt herself melt a little bit.  “No, nothing’s wrong,” she reassured him.  “At least… not now.”

He chuckled nervously.  “You're scaring me Tala.”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out.  

David dropped the locket he had been holding.  “Your… your pregnant?”  He rubbed the space between his eyebrows.  “Are you sure?”

She nodded shakily.  “Yes.  I’m positive.”

David smiled at her, his eyes sparkling.  “Caro, we are going to have a family!  We are going to have a child!”  He stopped when he saw her expression.  “What is it, Tala?  What's wrong?  Do you not want this?”  His eyes were filled with concern  

“I want a baby, it's just…” she trailed off.  “I’m scared.  With everything that’s happening right now, can we really start a family?  We can barely feed ourselves, how will we be able to afford another mouth.  And everything is so dangerous.  They could get hurt, or die.  That would be our fault.  I’m scared David.  I’m so scared.”

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her.  “What do you want to do?  I want to raise a family with you, but only when you are ready.  I can ask my brother for a doctor for an abortion, or something, and we don’t need to think about it again until we’re ready.  I love you, Tala.  I want what you want.”

Tala collapsed into his arms and started to cry. “I don’t know what to do David.  I don’t want to sentence our child to a terrible life.  But, I also want to have a family,” she sniffled.  “Let me think about it.”  Tala swiped an arm across her eyes.  

“Anything for you Caro.”

---

Tala placed a hand on her round stomach, and felt the baby kick.  She had finally decided to keep the child, but she woke up at night, worrying that she handmade the wrong choice.  

David would reassure her that they would do everything they possibly could to care for their child, but Tala did not know if that would be enough.

A sharp knock on the door.  She started to get up, but David was there already, swinging the door open before she could even stand.  Tala scowled.  She hated being helpless.  

“David, Tala!  It's so good to see you,” Alec crowed at the couple.  “It’s been too long.”  The brothers embraced.  David stepped inside to let Alec into the house.  A woman followed behind him, her head tucked down.  Tala wondered why she was here, she had never seen her before.  

As if reading her mind, David asked, “And who is this, Alec?”

“I’m Penny,” the woman said softly.  

“I’m Tala,” Tala responded warmly.  

Alec clapped his hand down onto Penny’s shoulder.  “Penny can help you if you want.  She can assist you with any pregnancy problems, Tala.  I wouldn’t want to have anything happen to my brother’s precious wife.”  Tala bit down a snarl at his smug way of talking.  She had never liked Alec, but she knew that he loved David dearly, and David loved him back.  But Tala couldn’t look at him without seeing all the horrible crimes he had done.  

She forced a grateful smile onto her face.  “Thank you Alec, but I think we’ll be fine.  I would rather give Penny’s skills to someone who really needs them.”

Alec raised his eyebrows at her.  “Very well.  Penny, your welcome to leave.”  

The woman glanced at the door.  “Before I go, I can look and see the sex of your child.  If you would like,” she said to Tala.  

Tala and David looked at each other.  He shrugged.  “That would be wonderful,” Tala said.  Penny nodded.  She walked over to Tala and placed her hands on her stomach.  She closed her eyes and her eyebrows furrowed.  Tala looked over towards David.  The two brothers had walked away from the woman and were talking quietly.  

Penny lifted her hands off Tala’s round stomach and smiled. “It’s a girl,” she said.  

A girl.  Tala smiled.  “A girl, Mahal,” she called out to David.  “We’re going to have a little girl.”

David rushed over.  “A girl.” He grinned wide.  “My love, we can do it.”

Tala reached out and took Penny’s hand in her own.  “Thank you so much,” she said thickly.  “You have no idea how much this means to all of us.”  

Penny nodded uncomfortably.  “I’m happy to help.”

“You can go now,” Alec told her.  Penny nodded.  She waved her hand and sped out the door.  

“My love are you feeling okay?” David asked her.  

She smiled at him. “Just tired.  I think I’ll go take a nap.  You two have fun.” She stood and started to walk towards the bedroom.  

“Actually, I should be heading out too,” Alec said.  “I have some business to take care of.  I’ll try and come around more.” He smiled at them, and hurried out the door.  

“Do you need anything?” David asked Tala.  he walked over to where she stood.

“No.” she shook her head.  “I’m fine.”  She kissed her husband on the cheek.  “I love you, Mahal.”

“And I love you, Caro.”

---

“How about Amber?” David asked.  The couple were lying in bed, each of them holding a notepad.  Tala wrinkled her nose, but wrote it anyway.  She was about 8 months pregnant and her stomach was the size of a large watermelon.  

“I don’t know.  It sounds kinda… pretentious.”  she shrugged.  “I like Aurora.”

He raised his eyebrows.  “And you called me pretentious?”  

“Okay, so no?”  She held her pen over the word, ready to scratch it out.  

“Leave it, we can narrow it down later.  Now, we’re just brainstorming.”

“Okay.” She snuggled in closer.  “What if we named her after your crazy aunt.  Macy, right?”

David laughed.  “We are NOT naming our child after my insane aunt.  I won't be that cruel to our daughter.”

“Okay.  fine, I never liked her anyways.”  

He grinned at her.  “I like Sierra.”

“Ooh, me too.  I like that one a lot, actually.”  They wrote it down on the paper.  “Umm, how ‘bout Clarence.”

“I guess.  Not my favourite, but it's all right.” He shrugged.  “I like Sequoia.”

“Pretty.”  she kissed his chin lightly.  “I like all of these, but none of them feel right, you know?  Like they aren’t right.”

“Yeah.  you never know, maybe we’ll have to wait till she’s born to decide.”  he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.  “Do you ever just imagine what she will be like?  What she’ll look like, how she’ll act.”

“All the time.”  Tala felt as if she was admitting to some secret thing, only she did.  

“Me too,” David said.  “In my mind, she’s going to be short, just like you.”

“Hey!”  Tala playfully shoved him.  He grinned at her.  

“She’ll be short and have short black hair.  It will be slightly wavy, a mix between ours.”

“And she’ll have your gorgeous blue eyes,” Tala added with a smile.  

“What?  No no no.  She’s going to have your brown eyes.”

Tala shook her head.  “No way.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”  He grinned.  “One more month, and another member will be joining the Artino family.”

“David, what if she’s a prodigy?”

“I don’t know.”  He shook his head.  “If she is, we can’t tell Alec.  He’ll convince her to join the anarchists, or will try and exploit her powers.  We CANNOT let him know if she is a prodigy.”

“Yeah.”  Tala sighed.  “I hope she isn't.  Being a prodigy right now is more dangerous right now than it ever has been.  With both Renegades and Anarchists, as well as a number of other gangs competing to recruit prodigy’s and normal citizens, fear… it won’t end well.”

“We don’t need to worry yet.  And you should sleep.  It's getting late.”

“Alright.  Lets just think of a few more name ideas.”

“Of course Caro.”

---

Tala screamed as pain rushed through her body.  She shuddered and squeezed David’s hand tightly.  He squeezed it back.  

“Come on, Caro.  You can do it!”  His tone was encouraging, but his eyes were filled with fear.  Tala lay on their bed, and Penny stood on the side.  David stood across from her, watching fearfully.  

Alec sat at the kitchen table, watching from a distance.  

Tala screamed again.  Penny dabbed at her sweaty forehead with a damp cloth.  

There was silence, then the sound of a baby’s cry filled the small apartment.  Tala smiled, her face wet with tears and sweat, her entire body exhausted.  Penny gently handed the baby to her.  

The little girl was covered with blood.  She had a small tuft of black hair and sparkling blue eyes that stared straight at Tala.  SHe felt her heart melt.  

“Nova,” David said.  

“I’m sorry?” Tala asked, confused.  

“I think we should name her Nova.  It fits her, don’t you think?”

Tala nodded.  “I like it.  She bent her head over her daughter.  “Hello, little Nova.  Welcome to the world.”

Nova giggled and reached her hand up.  Tala smiled and lowered her head for the baby to reach.  Nova’s hand patted her nose.  Tala slumped backwards, fast asleep in the span of a second.  David stared in shock.  

“Oh, shit,” he muttered to himself as he watched his daughter.  Penny walked over and scooped Nova up.  She swaddled her in a blanket and passed her to David.  

“Your daughter,” she said with a smile.  David looked at the small bundle in his hand.  

“Congratulations, David,” Alec said.  He leaned over his shoulder and smiled at the little girl.  “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks for everything,” he said.  “Me and Tala really appreciate all your help.”

“Of course.  I’ll try to come around more.  I want to be a part of my niece's life.”

“And I want you in it to.”  David smiled at his older brother.  

“I should go.  Let me know if Nova shows any signs of being a prodigy, will you?”  

David glanced at his sleeping wife, then the baby in his hands.  She gurgled happily.  He forced a smile.  “Of course.  We’ll let you know right away.”

[mingishoe]

When you get too close to another member

OT7 x Reader

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon completely trusts you and doesn’t mind you being with the other boys, so when you’ve been out shopping all day with Jin he doesn’t think too much about it. After shopping all day with Jin you came home with armfuls of bags, laughing like two idiots. After helping Jin take all his bags to his room you bid your good-nights and go back to your boyfriends room. You yourself only had like 4 bags so it wasn’t too much to carry. As you walk into the room you see Namjoon laying down scrolling through his phone. You set your bags on the desk and say hello to Namjoon. “Hey baby, how was shopping with Jin Hyung?” Namjoon asked giggling slightly. “It was great, I got some new clothes, but I’m so tired.” You sigh and lay next to Namjoon. “I can imagine, you two were gone for gone for like 6 hours!” He responds laughing.

Kim Seokjin

Jin wasn’t one to get too jealous because he knew he could trust you around the other members, but every once in a while he got a bit annoyed at how much the other members bothered you. You, Jin, and Hoseok were in the practice room and Hoseok kept persisting he taught you a new dance, which you wanted to learn. Jin was sitting on the floor against the mirror as Hoseok was moving your body accordingly when you couldn’t get a specific move down. While watching Hoseok continuously grab your leg Jin finally had enough of it. All of a sudden Jin popped up from his spot and ran towards you and Hoseok. “Jinie what are you doing?” you questioned as he picked you up over his shoulder and ran out of the practice room. “Nothing, you need some rest you look tired” he said quite fast and rushed. You looked up at him and said “Are you sure you’re not just jealous babe?” while giggling. “Maybe…” he responded while kissing you on the cheek.

Min Yoongi

Yoongi probably would get the most jealous out of the group. You’ve been spending a lot of time with Namjoon helping him with his new album coming out. Yoongi walked into Namjoon’s studio to ask him to listen to a song he had just finished producing when he saw you with his headphones on while Namjoon’s head was pressed against yours so he can hear slightly as well. As soon as Yoongi walked in you immediately perked up and started smiling, “Hey baby” you smiled at him to which he just completely ignored you and handed the flash drive to Namjoon telling him to listen to number 7. You furrowed your eyebrows wondering what was wrong with him, but shrugged it off thinking he was frustrated about something not working or sounding right. Later that night you walked into his room wanting to spend time with him since he was busy all day. He was facing the wall with his head under the covers. “Yoongi, baby? Are you asleep?” you asked knowing the answer was probably yes which is why you’re surprised when he says, “What do you want?” “I-I just wanted to come cuddle or watch a movie since you were so busy today.” You respond quite taken aback by his harsh tone. “Why don’t you go cuddle with Namjoon since you two are so close” he spat back, still under the covers. You snorted wondering if he was actually serious, “Yoongi what the fuck are you talking about?” you started walking towards the bed to sit on it. “Why would I want to cuddle and watch a movie with Namjoon when I already have the perfect cuddle buddy and boyfriend, whom I love very much, right here. He slowly took off the covers revealing his signature gummy smile with his arm out waiting for you to cuddle with him. “Love you” is what you heard from him when you snuggled your face into his neck. “Love you more”

Jung Hoseok (slightly smutty but not rly)

Hoseok was a really possessive person, but not so much jealous. For some reason Hoseok HATED for you to be with Jungkook. He was at dance practice and you were extremely bored, so you were playing video games with Jungkook in his room. You two were in a really intense game of Mario Kart so neither of you could hear the door open and slam shut. You and Jungkook were currently have a yelling contest to try and distract the other from wining. “KOOOOOK” you screamed throwing the controller down on the bed after he beat you by .5 a second. Jungkook was sitting in his desk chair while you were sitting on his bed. The door suddenly flew open with an angry Hoseok on the other side, “What the fuck are y’all doing?!” You and Jungkook immediately turned around and looked down like you two were actually doing something bad, which y’all weren’t, and quietly and simply responded, “Mario Kart.” Hoseok looked between the two of you and said, “continue,” you and Jungkook looked at each other, skeptical about what Hoseok was playing at. You and Jungkook both got back in to your positions, him in his desk chair and you sitting Criss-cross on his bed. Hoseok sat on the bed next to you, and to be frank, he was making you 10 times more nervous. You were currently winning and Hoseok’s hand was slowly going up your thigh to rest to the bottom of your jeans. “H-Hoseok, what’re you doing?” You asked trying to not get too distracted. “Nothing baby, keep going.” He responded smirking at you. It was your last lap and you were winning by a hair, Jungkook right behind you. You felt the waist of your pants being tugged on you look down quickly and see Hoseok got the button of your jeans undone and was beginning to stick his hand down your pants into your underwear. “Hobi, stop, you’re gonna make me lose!” You responded getting quite angry. “I’m just trying to remind you my name is the only one you can scream” he responded, too loudly for your liking, making you stop and have Jungkook speed past you.

Park Jimin

Jimin didn’t get so much possessive or jealous but he became insecure that he wasn’t treating you right. Jimin especially didn’t like you being around Yoongi as much as you were. You and Yoongi have similar personality traits and like the same things, so it was natural for you two to be close. Everyone was out recording for song for the new album except Yoongi since he has been having a sore throat for the past few days. You decided to stay and keep Yoongi company by eating popcorn and watching Netflix on the big screen in the living room area. You and Yoongi were sitting on the two seat couch with popcorn in between your crossed legs. It was getting late and the boys still weren’t back yet, and you were starting to get tired. Yoongi had fallen asleep a long time ago leaning against your body. You must’ve fallen asleep as well with your head on Yoongi’s shoulder because when you woke up it was 3am and apparently everyone was back because all the keys were on the key holder. Yoongi moved to where he was leaning the other way so it was easy to get up without waking him up. You go towards your boyfriends room and open the door and see Jimin sleeping peacefully. You change into some shorts and leave the sweater you had on. You get into the bed and expect Jimin to pull his arm around you, but instead he faces the other direction away from you. “Jimin? Baby? Are you okay?” You asked, concerned about his behaviour thinking he might not be feeling well. Jimin doesn’t respond but you can see him nod from where he’s laying. “Jimin, are you sure bec- ohhh…. Is this because Yoongi?” You asked now started to understand what was wrong. Once again, you see him nod from where he was looking. You stay quiet for a minute, not sure what to say until you hear a whisper, barely audible, like maybe you weren’t even supposed to hear it. “Are you sure you still love me?” You snap your heads towards Jimin, not being able to believe what he just said. “Park Jimin, look at me,” you whispered soft enough but hard enough for him to listen to you. Your eyes scanned the soft features of his face, his sparkling eyes, his beautiful plump lips, his soft skin you could touch all day, “Jimin baby, don’t ever believe I don’t love you. I love you more than anything and anybody in the world. You’re my rock, I don’t know what I would do without you.” You told him softly making intense eye contact so he would see how serious you are. “Are- are you sure because Yoon-“ “Jimin, please be quiet.” You cut him off not wanting to hear what he had to say about Yoongi. You looked down at his lips before kissing him softly to prove your point. “I love you, Park Jimin”

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung wasn’t so much jealous because he knew he could trust you and the other members, but he was aware of Jimin’s small crush on you. Every time you were with Jimin, Taehyung turned into a sloth. He was so clingy, not that you minded, but he was always right next to you or holding you somehow. So when Jimin was trying to help you learn how to play the piano, Taehyung wouldn’t leave you alone for 2 seconds. “TaeTae, can you please go sit on the sofa please, Jimin is trying to show me and he can’t with you grabbing my hands every minute.” You looked at Taehyung then to Jimin smiling sympathetically. “Hey, I can help you another time, why don’t you let Tae help you for today?”  You looked back at Taehyung looking at you with wide hopeful eyes, “I- I guess that’ll be okay” you looked at Taehyung and smiled. Taehyung thanked Jimin as he walked out of the room leaving you two together. You turned around shooting Taehyung a glare, “Why did you do that Tae, Jimin was just trying to help me learn.” Taehyung look at you with guilty eyes, “Sorry, I just wanted you to myself for today.” You turned around to hug Taehyung and put your head in his face, “It’s okay baby, we can spend all day together.”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook was both possessive and got jealous super easily especially when you and Taehyung were hanging out alone. Sure Taehyung was his best friend and he trusted him more than the other boys, but it was just his instinct to want you all to himself. Jungkook was going to be out all day with one of his friends you didn’t know, so Taehyung asked you if you wanted to go see a movie with him so you won’t be alone. You agreed quickly since you didn’t have anything to do and no one else was around. You and Taehyung honesty no interest in each other but apparently to Jungkook going to the movies with him was the end of the world. You and Taehyung walk into the dorms screaming and laughing at each other. Jungkook was sitting in the kitchen with Jin talking about who knows what, but you didn’t pay too much attention to him besides giving him a small smile while walking to the back room with Taehyung. From the very beginning you knew Jungkook was going to be slightly annoyed about the whole thing, but you didn’t think it was as serious as he thought it was. After awhile of you and Taehyung talking you hear a door slam shut and you immediately knew it was Jungkook. You sigh as you get up thanking Taehyung and telling him goodnight since it was quite late already and you head to Jungkook’s room. You open the door and see Jungkook walking back and forth across the room, eyes closed and hands on his ears. Instead of trying to talk to him, you wait till his back is towards you and go to hug him. He stiffens for a moment then relaxes when he realized it was you. You knew exactly what he was thinking so you just start talking to him, “You know I love you right, not Taehyung.” You can feel him laugh slightly so you continue, “I’m being serious, I’m all yours, and only yours. Forever.” You feel him start to shift around so you loosen your grip from around him so he can turn around to hug you, “I love you.”

[e-milieeee]

Okay, I know this is random, but I remember you once posting about k dramas a long time ago I think. This may seem out of the blue, but could you recommend me some of your favorites? I would greatly appreciate it, as I've just finally started getting into the world of k dramas, and I am most definitely hooked. Thank you in advance! (Although, don't feel like it's necessary to respond!)

hiii!! i’m so sorry for taking forever to respond, school has been super busy :(( i would love to give recs tho HAHAH

one of my favourites is you who came from the stars haha, it’s a classic and one of the first ones i’ve watched AND enjoyed. it has a tinge fantasy element to it and honestly some very satisfying plot points HAHAHHA

strong woman do bong soon is good,, pretty lighthearted and i laughed my ass off in many parts. it gets a little typical and cliche in some parts but still pretty enjoyable!

i was a huge exo fan, so 100 days my prince is another one of my favourites BUT I SWEAR i’m not biased because kyungsoo is a phenomenal actor and it was a very good drama!! typical history kdrama in some aspects but pretty funny imo and from all the historical dramas i’ve watched i’d give this the highest rating. the main character’s also a badass

hotel del luna is also v good. i’ve watched some of iu’s other dramas and it was eh to me but her acting is on point here she is hilarious her clothes are amazing i’d love for her to punch me in the face queeen!!!! not the biggest fan of the male lead imo but IU was impactful enough to carry both of em :D

goblin is another classic, even if i remain a bit suss of the age difference :’) kinda sad at parts but rly funny in others.

crash landing on you was....overhyped but still good?

bonus mention to one of my favourite dramas which isn’t korean but chinese: a love so beautiful

it’s a school drama that follows xiao xi and jiang chen from grade 10 to after university. i’ve been to school in china so i can attest that it’s very accurate and funny!! captures slice of life VERY well altho i feel like the ending dragged a bit :( it’s on netflix as well!!

there’s a “sequel” (not rly a sequel but it’s a book written by the same author in the same universe) called “put your head on my shoulder” ALSO on netflix which has relationship conflict/drama and is annoyingly adorable. it’s a aNd tHey WEre RoOmAtEs, essentially, but i promise it’s good :D

again i’m so sorry for the late response anon!! but i hope this will help and hehe enjoy :D

[interstellix]

okay hi i’ve been a little bit busy lately i promise i will respond to ur other asks soon but!!! it is 100% okay not to love ur parents!!! u do not owe ur parents anything, you are not forced to love them. yes they raised you, but they’ve also treated you in ways u do not deserve. you are not required to love your parents, so don’t force yourself to. i hope u feel better soon bubs!!! u can always slip into my messages if u feel like u need to chat, take care!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞

that's okay love, take your time, ik you've been busy!!! i hope you're taking good care of yourself and doing well 🥺

i'm rly rly sorry for the helllla late reply but still, thank you for telling me this 🥺 ngl i'm still thinking about the question bc i lowkey do feel like i owe them something. i mean idk when i'll stop feeling like that but it's still?? reassuring to heae this, so thank you vivi :(

[dvp95]

quiet on widow’s peak (3)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, youtuber phil lester, dan howell is not a youtuber, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 3.1k (this chapter), 9.5k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

read this chapter on ao3 or here!

Interviews used to be Phil's least favourite part of this job. The research was always captivating, the filming was always fun, the editing was always challenging, but talking? To people? About things? Absolutely not.

He still doesn't love doing it, but he's long past the point of begging Martyn or Ian to pretend to be him on the phone.

The curtains in Phil's room are open for once, letting natural light in so he doesn't look as dark on the Skype screen. His eyes keep drifting to himself, distracting him as he tries to fix his hair or laments not getting out of his pyjamas. This is his fourth interview of the day, and he's starting to hate the process with a renewed fervour.

"Okay, thank you," he says, clicking out of the screen record window. "Can I message you here if I have any further questions, or would you prefer this to be your final statement?"

"Oh, um," the girl says, her eyes round with some kind of emotion that Phil can't be bothered to parse. "No, no, that's... that's all I saw. I don't have anything else. But you can still... message me, if you like."

Ah. Phil makes a face that he hopes reads as apologetic and not panicked. "No, I - sorry. Gay. Just interested in your ghost."

"Oh!" she says again, looking more puzzled than Phil thinks she has any right to after a forty minute conversation where he mostly just asked her clarifying questions that she kept dodging. She tucks some of her long hair behind her ear and shakes her head. "Sorry, that's just - you haven't said that online."

Phil isn't very good at knowing when people are lying to him, but now he's definitely suspicious of the half-assed testimony he'd gotten from this girl. He sighs. "Okay, you know who I am, then?"

"I mean, I looked you up when you messaged me about a video and all," she says. "Wanted to know if you were a creep or, like, legit."

Okay, that's fair enough. Phil supposes that if he were a girl in uni and a stranger asked to video chat, he'd also do a little digging first. He still doesn't quite believe her story, though - most of it matches what she'd written on Facebook, word for word, and she didn't go into detail on anything she claimed happened.

"Right, of course," says Phil, feeling awkward and exposed.

Her eyes are wide and blue and she can see into his room, into his life, and she's giving him this look like she thinks she knows something about him. He hates this feeling.

"That a secret, then?" she asks.

"No," Phil says. "It's just not relevant to my job. I don't have a lot of ghouls asking me out."

She doesn't laugh. Phil is getting more and more uncomfortable by the second, and he's wondering if it's worth it to hang up on a potential lead - no matter how dubious her claims - when she says, "Well, alright. I won't tell anyone anyway."

"Thanks," Phil says automatically. He doesn't particularly care if she does or not, but he does want this call to end as soon as possible. "And thanks for your time. Message me if you think of anything else you forgot to mention about the Wilkins place or if you know of someone who's seen something."

Before she can even respond, Phil hits end on the call and groans, resting his forehead on his thumbs for a moment.

Unsurprisingly, this is giving him a migraine. It doesn't take much to make the twinge of a headache turn to insistent throbbing, because Phil's body hates him and overreacts to everything.

Phil takes a couple of deep breaths before he comes out of hiding. He attaches the final screen recording to the email he's already got open and ready to send to Martyn. After a moment's thought, he CCs PJ and Sophie in and adds, Nobody sounds credible except the second person to me, so... it's not looking good lol, before hitting send.

He takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes for a moment. Interviews are still draining for him, especially when they don't go as planned, and Phil's starting to get the impression that there's nothing to even find at the Wilkins place.

But. Phil pauses, considers his options. He hasn't interviewed everyone, has he.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Phil shoves his glasses unceremoniously back onto his face and opens Tumblr. Winnie hasn't said anything to him so far today, so Phil feels only a little like he's bothering them when he shoots off a quick, Hey! I just finished interviewing the sources you gave me and most of them aren't very promising. Would you consider letting me ask you some questions to round out the video?

me?????, Winnie replies almost immediately. i didnt even see anything?? like im happy to answer questions but idk how much use ill b in an INTERVIEW

I know! And you don't have to lmao so don't feel pressured or anything but you know so much more about the place than they do. Everyone claimed that they didn't know other people were having paranormal experiences.

oh bullshit, Winnie says. Phil is surprised into a huff of laughter.

There's a part of Phil, fuelled by anxiety and uncertainty, that worries Winnie is just pulling an elaborate joke on him. That part of him feels a little more at ease every time he actually talks to Winnie. They just seem... genuine. And maybe Martyn would disagree, would blame Phil's desperation to see the best in people, but there's a reason Phil doesn't tell Martyn everything.

Before Phil can agree with Winnie's colourful derision, his laptop beeps again. i look like an ogre rn but i can voice chat if you rly think itll help

It would!!, Phil assures them. The tender spot behind his eyes twinges again, serving as a reminder. Can I call in like an hour? I've got a headache from the screen lol

sure i really have nothing else going on today

--

So it's later in the day, late afternoon light still streaking through Phil's window, when Phil sits back down at his computer and adds the Skype username Winnie gave him. His head still hurts a bit, but it isn't all-consuming now that he's had another coffee and some painkillers. The padded headphones feel good to put over his ears, blocking out most of the typical noises from such a full house and a busy street, and Phil just sits in the blissful quiet for a moment before he sends a voice call request.

It gets picked up almost immediately, and Phil presses a smile into his palm before he says, "Hi! Can you hear me alright?"

There's a beat. Phil waits, in case Skype is lagging as usual, but he's opening his mouth to repeat himself by the time he gets a response.

"Yeah," says Winnie. "I can hear you."

Phil isn't really proud of himself for being surprised by Winnie's voice. It's just. He knows his viewer demographics, okay, and he has a rough grasp on Tumblr demographics, and the name - alright. It isn't his proudest moment, is his point, because he's expecting a much higher pitch for absolutely no good reason.

In addition to that, his brain automatically tries to classify Winnie's voice as very obviously masculine, and Phil has to push back against that.

"I can hear you, too," Phil says cheerfully, not allowing his anxieties to spill over into the conversation.

"That's good, probably," Winnie says. There's another beat of silence, and then a huff that might be laughter or a sigh comes through Phil's headphones. "Sorry, I - I'm not trying to be fucking weird, this is just surreal."

"Is it?" Phil hums. "But I haven't even asked you about ghosts yet."

A snort - definitely laughter, this time - follows, and Phil is so glad that he's able to put Winnie at ease even if his brain is betraying him. "That's true. I guess it's gotta get weirder from here."

"That's kind of, like, the subtitle of my whole channel," says Phil. After a moment, he frowns. "Subtitle? No. What's the thing, on the poster -"

"Tagline," says Winnie. They sound so amused and warm and, okay, they've got a nice voice. That's not gendered. Phil can think that. "You're thinking of a tagline, you buffoon."

"Tagline," Phil echoes gratefully.

"Don't you," Winnie starts, then stops abruptly. They don't finish the sentence, but Phil can kind of guess what they were going to say. There's the sound of some rustling, like Winnie is getting comfortable, before they change tacks. "Again, I didn't see any of this alleged ghostly activity with my own eyes, but I know the hot goss."

Phil opens the recording program out of habit, nodding even though Winnie can't see him. "That's still really useful at this point," he says encouragingly. He clicks a couple of buttons. "And, yes, I do have an English degree. Thank you for not asking."

Winnie laughs, the sound of it filling Phil's headphones and making it feel like they're in the room with him. It's warm, like everything else about their voice, and absolutely contagious.

"I didn't want you to think I was, like, a big stalker," Winnie says, and Phil can hear the grin in their voice.

"Eh, I know you watch my videos," says Phil. "So I figure you know some stuff about me. You probably know that I'm going to ask this, too, but - is it okay if I record our conversation? I don't need to include it in the video if you don't want me to, but it's still useful for me if I don't so I can, like, actually remember the things you told me."

"Yeah, sure," Winnie agrees easily. They hesitate, for a moment, and Phil waits for whatever the caveat will be. "Uh, can I still swear?"

The question surprises Phil into laughing. "Yeah, you're fine. I can bleep them out."

"Then I am all for it. Ask me the ghost questions, ghost man."

Phil presses record and glances down at his notebook, where he's scrawled some disjointed questions alongside his usual doodling. "Uh, okay. Yes. I am totally a professional."

"If you say so, mate," says Winnie.

"Hush. Okay." Phil finally gets his brain back on track and taps his pen against a question near the end of his list. "So, Winnie, you did all this research into the Wilkins place on your own downtime, but you mentioned that you've been hearing murmurs about it for a while, right?"

"Not that long, actually, I've only been hearing about it since term started," Winnie says, and Phil is struck by how comfortable they suddenly are now that there's a guideline. Or, maybe, now that there's a non-Phil audience. "Which I thought was pretty weird, since I'd been there a couple times since I moved here, and it's a spooky fucking place but nothing to write home about."

That's more or less exactly how Phil feels about the situation, except that he doesn't remember the Wilkins place to be scary at all. Maybe it's gotten worse in the years since, or maybe he's just got a higher threshold for empty, decrepit homes than Winnie does. Either way, he's not sure if he should be relieved or suspicious that their thoughts on it mirror his own so well. He starts a spiral in the corner of his page as he considers the answer.

"So, you never got the impression that it was haunted before?"

"I - can I be perfectly honest?" Winnie asks, and then doesn't wait for a response. "I don't get the impression that it's haunted now. I dunno if people are just making shit up or if they're doing too many drugs, but we all know that ghosts don't actually exist."

Phil snorts. He does have a fairly large number of skeptics who watch his videos to argue in the comments about logical explanations for his findings or to just enjoy watching him fail so much, but he hadn't really expected that from someone who sent him a sourced essay on the topic of ghosts.

He's recording right now, so he's not about to give away the fact that, yeah, he kind of does agree with Winnie on this one. Instead, he keeps his tone neutral and says, "You don't believe in ghosts."

"I don't believe in most things that can't be explained by science," Winnie says, so matter-of-fact that Phil has to smile.

"I don't really believe in science," Phil says, mild.

A beat. "Excuse me?"

"I said I don't believe in science," Phil repeats, doubling down on the joke so he can hear that incredulous pitch of Winnie's nice voice again. "I mean, isn't it all just as made-up as anything else? People just tell us stuff exists and we have to believe them?"

"We believe them," Winnie says slowly, "because it's a fact."

"How do I know that?" Phil asks. He knows how off track he's already gotten, and he decides to cut this part out before he sends the file to Martyn or his friends.

"Because you can. See it. With your eyes." The genuine bewilderment in Winnie's voice is very funny. "Like. What the fuck, Phil. If someone drops an apple and it hits the ground and they're like, 'oh that's gravity', how are you supposed to say, 'uh, no it ain't'?"

Phil leans back in his chair a bit, his spiral turning into an apple. "Because, what if that's just what the apple wanted to do? It's not like we know any of this for sure, Winnie."

"You're fucking with me," Winnie says, but they don't sound very certain.

"I am," Phil admits happily. "Do you remember the first incident that kicked off the Wilkins place rumours?"

"You," Winnie says, and then cackles. They lean away from their mic as they do, but the sound of it still makes Phil feel some secondhand giddiness. He wonders if their laugh has a volume limit, or if it's just going to keep getting louder the funnier Phil is. He is so tempted to put that to the test. "Fuck. You little fucker."

Phil hides his own giggle in the palm of his hand and clears his throat, trying to get back into the professional mindset he'd forced himself to be in for the four earlier interviews.

"Do you need me to repeat the question?" Phil asks. He can't resist teasing, just a bit.

"No, fuck off," Winnie chuckles. They take a deep breath and let it out on a hum, low and thoughtful. "So, there was this shindig during fresher's, which I obviously didn't go to because I'm not a fresher and I'm too old to go to shindigs, but people were talking about how the house was making weird noises. A girl I know - I linked you to her Reddit post - said she saw someone just standing outside the window watching them, but, like, is that really a supernatural occurrence in Rusholme?"

"It's not. And she hit on me as well, so I'm not sure her judgement is trustworthy."

"Sounds like her. Sorry. Anyway, nobody really thought 'ghosts' as much as they thought 'rats in the walls and a pervert on the street', but then - this one didn't get spoken about online. I don't even know how valid it is."

"Word of mouth is how most ghost stories get passed," says Phil. "I'm not going to hold you to citations on rumours."

Winnie huffs a laugh. It's soft, quiet, and Phil almost wishes he could say something ridiculous to make them cackle again. Unfortunately, he has a job to do.

"Fair enough. Well, some idiots spent the night there to see if anything weird would happen," Winnie says, and Phil feels a bit attacked, "and three separate dudes had sleep paralysis."

Phil hums and jots some messy notes down. "In the same night?"

"At the same time," Winnie corrects him. "The other idiots were trying to wake them up for a long time, apparently. They're convinced that the guys who fell asleep were just pulling a prank on them, and maybe they were, but that's when the ball really got rolling."

Out of everything Phil has heard today, this is the most compelling story so far. Maybe that's a good indicator of the Manchester students being full of it - maybe there truly is nothing to find in the Wilkins place - but it piques Phil's interest anyway.

"For someone who only believes in cold, hard science, you're good at telling ghost stories," Phil says.

"Thanks," Winnie says, sounding pleased with themselves. "Learned from the best."

Phil is suddenly very, very glad that this isn't a video call, because he can't stop himself from smiling like an idiot. "Oh, is that what they're calling me?"

Another cackle. Phil doesn't remember the last time he made someone laugh so much without tripping over his own clown feet.

"I never said I was talking about you."

"Uh huh."

"Oh, shut up," says Winnie, and Phil can still hear the laughter in their voice. "Don't you have a bunch of questions to ask or something?"

Phil does. He has a whole list of questions that he should be following. He chews on his pen and looks at the doodle-covered list of things he's meant to ask Winnie. His head still hurts - maybe the extra caffeine didn't help after all - and all he really wants to do is take a nap.

"Yeah," Phil says, reluctant. "I've just got, like, a migraine. Can I call you back another time? This was a really great start."

"Oh, yeah, sure," says Winnie. They've dropped their voice down to something soft, like they're worried that they'll make Phil's headache worse.

"I'm actually going up to check the place out this weekend." Phil isn't sure what makes him say that. He meets up with sources in person, sometimes, but usually only if they've seen something with their own eyes. He just feels comfortable talking to Winnie, far more than he'd felt talking to the other students he'd interviewed today.

Phil doesn't actually extend the invitation, and Winnie either doesn't pick up the hint or doesn't care to.

"That'll be good," they say, still soft. "Get some rest, Phil, you can call me back when your brain stops trying to drill a hole through your temple."

After Phil says goodbye and hangs up, he sits at his desk for a long moment. It feels too quiet, all of a sudden, his padded headphones blocking out all the ambient noise around him. It's good for his head, but Phil is still weirdly disappointed.

[hrina]

hi miss cass!! im 20 today n i lwk dont feel like its my bday n i realized bcos ever since quarantine started, time has literally been floating by LOL. ever since then one of the ways ive passed my time was by reading a bunch of ur writing so i want to thank u for all of it!! ur writing was a big stress reliever n honestly was smthing to look forward to. just a lil msg bcos if im feelin a bit happy today ill share that energy w u (-:

hi, sorry for responding to this a bit late, it’s been a busy day for me. but happy belated birthday! i hope u had a wonderful day and spent it doing something fun (as fun as u can get in quarantine rip). thank u for this msg, it made me rly happy to hear that my writing has been smth positive in ur life thus far 💖💖

[highfivecalum]

Vitamin Sea {Surfer!Calum} 3

Summary: After moving to Hawaii from Australia, Calum is the new guy in the small Hawaiian town, Oceanside, and plans to lay low, surf, and mind his business, but after meeting Sawyer and her friends, he gets more than he bargained for.

Taglist: @thewackywriter, @backgroundsound, @5sosbringmetolife, @comingcalum

For once, Sawyer didn’t have to work, so she had the whole day to do whatever she wanted. And that, of course, insisted of going to the beach with her friends. It was Ashton’s birthday week, and Sawyer promised him that she would throw him a birthday party, and she choose to do it the next day, because she was working the night shift the day after the party, so she wouldn’t have to worry about waking up early and having a hangover.

Her phone dinged on her nightstand, waking her up from her deep sleep, and she groaned. It was one of the only days she could actually sleep in and of course, one of her friends just had to text her and wake her up. And it was partially her fault since she forgot to put her phone on vibrate.

Ashy: Gonna be late to the beach today, can you get there soon and get a spot for us? 

Why can’t Luke?

Ashy: He’s with me. We’re at getting our boards cleaned.

Ugh. Fine.

Ashy: Love u Sauce

She reluctantly got out of bed and dressed into a bikini, not bothering to shower first since she knew she would be sweating and getting into the water anyway. After brushing her teeth, she grabbed her beach bag and speaker and hopped into her doorless Jeep. The drive to the beach, which is also two seconds away from Sharkey’s, was only five minuets so she was there in no time.

Sawyer’s phone vibrated against her jean shorts back pocket and she fished it out seeing another text from Ashton.

Ashy: Aslo, Calum is supposed to be meeting us and I forgot to tell him we’re gonna be late, so he’ll prob be there before us.

Sawyer rolled her eyes and locked her phone, not bothering to text him back, before grabbing her beach bag out of the passenger seat and treading towards the half empty beach. She found a good sized spot and laid out a few blankets, knowing that Ashton won’t have any towels when he arrives with Luke.

She was nervous just thinking about being at the beach by herself with Calum, since they didn’t know each other well, and she was undeniably attracted to him, so she got her phone out of the beach bag and composed a text to Michael.

Wanna come to the beach?

Mikey: Not rly lol

Pleaseeeeeee I’m here alone :(

Mikey: Ughhh fine I guess be there soon

Hurry up!

Sawyer saw that Michael had read her text, but didn’t bother responding, which is what he usually did if he was going to see her soon. She sprayed herself with sunscreen and leaned back on the makeshift pillow she made out of her shirt and shorts and waited for Michael to arrive; hoping that he arrived before Calum did so it wouldn’t be as awkward.

“I cannot believe you talked me into coming to the beach instead of playing Fortnite.” Michael huffed as he plopped down next to Sawyer on her towel. She giggled and rolled her eyes, handing her sunscreen to Michael, since she knew that he didn’t bring any. “Thanks.”

“Thanks for coming. I know you didn’t want to.”

Michael shrugged. “You’re one of my best friends, so if it was anybody else, I would have said no. Why are you here by yourself, anyway? Where’s Ash and Luke? Or Rachel?”

“They’re coming later, Ash told me to get a spot before the beach filled up, and I didn’t want to sit here alone,” Sawyer explained. “And, also, Ashton’s new hot friend is supposed to be coming and I didn’t want to be here alone with him since I don’t really know him that well.”

“Hot new friend? This is the first I’m hearing of him. What’s his name?”

Speaking of the Devil, Calum hollered Sawyer’s name, waving to her. “Sawyer!”

She smiled at sat up all the way, leaning against the cooler Ashton made her bring and waved back to him. “Hi Calum.” She smiled shyly and turned to Michael, giving him a look, as if to say ‘that’s him’. “This is Michael, one of my best friends. Mikey, this is Calum.”

“Nice to meet you, mate.” Calum smiled and bumped his fist against Calum’s.

“Likewise.”

“Where’s everybody else?” Calum sat down next to Sawyer and she noticed that he didn’t have his surfboard or his wetsuit with him, so she figured he wasn’t going to surf today. 

“Ash and Luke are going to be late,” Sawyer told him. “Apparently he forgot to tell you that.” Calum nodded his head, confirming he didn’t know that. “His memory sucks.”

After an hour of sitting and talking, Luke, Ashton, and Rachel finally arrived and you waved them over happily. It wasn’t awkward with Michael and Calum, but Sawyer was still happy to see her other friends.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Luke exclaimed happily, ruffling Michael’s hair in the process. Michael and Luke had gotten very close after Sawyer introduced the two of them, since they had so much in common, and she was happy to see her two different groups of friends getting along so well.

“You comin’ in?” Ashton asked Calum as he and Luke go ready to get into the water to surf. Michael and Rachel had already made their way into the water, splashing water at each other and dunking each other under and Sawyer laughed at the sight.

“Not today. I’m a little bit sore.”

“You’re weak!” Ashton yelled with a laugh following as he ran to catch up with Luke. Calum and Sawyer watched the guys hop onto their boards and paddle deeper into the water. Sawyer was content just laying out and Calum felt the same. He wasn’t up for doing any strenuous actives; wanting to give his body a rest.

“You didn’t have to work today?” Calum asked Sawyer, breaking the tension.

“Nope.” She shook her head. “Not today, thankfully.”

“Good for you.” Calum smiled.

“Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?” Sawyer asked him. She wanted to invite him to the party, since she knew her friends would start talking about it sooner or later, and she didn’t want him to feel left out.

“I’m not doing anything ever, really, unless it’s with you guys.” Calum admitted sheepishly. “I don’t really know anybody else here.”

“Well, it’s Ashton’s birthday week, and I’m throwing a party for him tomorrow at my house, if you want to come?”

Calum nodded his head. “Yeah. That sounds fun. Do you want me to bring anything?”

“Just yourself.” Sawyer winked. “But if you want to bring like, beer, or anything you can. It’s up to you. I can give you my address or you can get a ride with Luke or Ashton.”

Calum informed her that he would probably get a ride with Ashton since he was so bad with directions and would no doubt end up getting lost. Sawyer giggled, but told him that was perfectly fine, and they went back to peacefully laying next to each other under the sun. 

Unexpectedly, Ashton came out of the water, digging his board into the sand so it would stand up right, and lifted Sawyer up, throwing her over his shoulder as he yelled loudly like a crazy man. Sawyer giggled loudly and pounded her fists against Ashton’s butt repeatedly, demanding that he put her down. And finally did, throwing her deep into the ocean.

“Ashton!” Sawyer yelled as she popped up from under the water. “I’m going to kill you!”

Calum joined the group shortly after and played along as everybody splashed and dunked each other under water.

“Let’s play chicken!” Michael exclaimed happily.

“Sawyer get on Calum’s shoulders,” Rachel winked at her deviously as she shoved Luke under water to get on his shoulders.

Calum went under water and Sawyer got on his shoulders carefully, hoping that she wasn’t crushing him. He did look pretty muscular, so she hoped he could hold her up. He emerged from under water and wiped the water off of his eyes before patting Sawyer’s thigh. 

“Sorry if I’m crushing you.” Sawyer apologized, half joking, half serious.

“Please,” Calum scoffed. “You’re light as a feather.”

And that’s how the rest of the day went. Sawyer and her friends messing around, playing chicken, calling each other inappropriate names, and laughing harder than they ever had before. And Calum, who would never admit it, was so thankful that he found this new group of crazy friends, who also acted as a family. 

[kmjxngins]

dating | kyungsoo

dating series minseok | jongdae | chanyeol | kyungsoo | jongin

q: hi i was wondering if you could make what dating d.o from exo would be like but like in a list form as well make it long? a: hi dear! i’m sorry this took a bit long to do but i hope you enjoy it! ksoo is rly v cute !!

♡ let’s be honest ♡ kyungsoo’s the type who’d want to take things slow ♡ because he doesn’t want to move too fast and mess things up ♡ so you’ll be waiting a really really long time ♡ before he confesses his feelings for you ♡ even though it’s obvious that you both like each other very much ♡ you try to make it as obvious as possible ♡ it doesn’t make a difference

♡ you would also have known him for a long time ♡ bcs he’s pretty shy when he meets others for the first time ♡ jongin and baekhyun had said so before ♡ so i feel like he’d be more comfortable with you ♡ having known you for longer than he’s been in exo ♡ it’d also assure him that ♡ you’re not there for him just because he’s famous ♡ but bcs your relationship with him is strong ♡ relationship meaning friendship ♡ bcs he’s kind of oblivious to your feelings for him ♡ that’s partly why he hasn’t confessed ♡ he’s slightly afraid that you won’t like him back ♡ and him confessing would just turn the relationship sour ♡ or signal the end of the relationship because you wouldn’t want to continue it

♡ but when he finally ♡ finally ♡ has the courage to confess ♡ because he told himself that he should take risks ♡ because he’d never know whether or not you like him back ♡ you do ♡ it’s a spur of the moment thing ♡ he would’ve asked you out for a weekly dinner plan ♡ which sometimes happens once a month because he’s busy ♡ with his acting and exo gigs ♡ and you said yes on the condition that it’d be his cooking ♡ he’d say yes in a heartbeat ♡ he always does, regardless of the situation ♡ he loves cooking for you ♡ your smile is somehow more gratifying than anyone else’s ♡ sh don’t tell the other exo members ♡ but he’d cook for you in the dorm ♡ and the other members  ♡ like baekhyun  ♡ would snoop around and try to steal bites of the food he cooks ♡ kyung why don’t you ever cook this well for us? ♡ because i don’t like you like i like y/n ♡ and baek just snorts and moves away ♡ he knows it’s the truth ♡ everyone in exo does ♡ tbh even you do

♡ so anyway you go over to the dorm ♡ and no one else is around  ♡ you’re kind of surprised by the lack of noise around the dorm ♡ but at the same time you’re soothed by the silence ♡ it’s the kind of comfortable silence you and kyungsoo always have ♡ because you’ve both known each other for so long ♡ that there isn’t a need to really impress one another ♡ or talk so things don’t seem awkward ♡ things never seem awkward ♡ you like how things go when he’s around

♡ his cooking is as tasty as ever ♡ and you don’t forget to tell him that over and over again ♡ such that he responds with a  ♡ i know, y/n. you’ve said the same thing more than ten times in the past hour ♡ yeah, but i want to tell you how good your food it ♡ sounds like you’re friends with me just for my food ♡ that’s a possibility ♡ he laughs and nudges you playfully ♡ his laugh is nice and deep  ♡ and you can’t stop yourself from wanting to hear it everyday ♡ that’s artificial ♡ artificial love ♡ please, y/n stop already ♡ why ?? you like it though ♡ i only like it because it’s you ♡ and he covers his mouth because he was not supposed to say that ♡ that was not the plan ♡ he hadn’t even planned on telling you ♡ he had entertained the thought  ♡ but no, he wasn’t going to jeopardise the friendship ♡ he coughs awkwardly and averts his eyes ♡ i mean- ♡ kyungsoo i like you too ♡ you laugh and watch as his look of slight desperation turns into one of ♡ surprise ?? confusion ?? ♡ he looks somewhat doubtful and sputters ♡ i- um wait what ♡ i’m not kidding, soo. you’ve been blind for way too long. ♡ and he heaves a sigh of relief that’s really obvious ♡ and it’s kind of cute ♡ it looks like the weight has been lifted off his shoulders ♡ you’re guessing that the relationship has stepped into something more serious

♡ and it has ♡ kyungsoo doesn’t change overnight ♡ it’s not that he becomes more touchy or anything ♡ just because you have both made your feelings for each other known ♡ your relationship with him is like a really close friendship ♡ the kind of best friend / boyfriend relationship ♡ and you like it very very much ♡ kyungsoo somehow seems to be there a bit more often?? ♡ he always calls you when you���re about to sleep ♡ or at least when he can ♡ sometimes he finishes work too late and he doesn’t want to disturb you ♡ he’s really caring like that ♡ really aware and conscious of the little things ♡ which makes him an almost perfect boyfriend ♡ somehow  ♡ he knows whenever you’re feeling down ?? ♡ and whenever you’re stressed ♡ you think it might be because you’ve known each other for a long time ♡ but it’s just touching ♡ because it shows that he cares a lot ♡ it’s a give and take thing ♡ because while kyungsoo seems nonchalant about a lot of things ♡ and like he has things in check ♡ you know when he’s not put together ♡ you can just tell ♡ and it’s then that you curl up together and relax for a bit ♡ and forget about all the work you both have undone ♡ you like the way he hugs you ♡ a lot ♡ his warmth just seeps through and asdfghjk he’s perfect

♡ he also sometimes takes you to the set of his acting gigs ♡ especially when he knows you really really like his co-actor ♡ that’s another thing about kyungsoo you like ♡ he doesn’t get jealous easily ♡ he doesn’t really get jealous at all, actually ♡ he knows that you draw the line between liking a famous actor ♡ or singer ♡ and liking, loving him as a boyfriend ♡ so he doesn’t mind you meeting the other ♡ especially when it makes you happy ♡ he likes it when he sees your shell-shocked face ♡ and he can tell that you’re trying to keep your excitement in ♡ so that his co-star isn’t scared away ♡ you’re endearing in that way

♡ all in all ♡ kyungsoo’s a really great boyfriend ♡ caring thoughtful and always looking out for you ♡ :”)