#tbh I wanted to ink it but my hand started to hurt

[plavigmaz]

#VSArtParty EU March 2024

Decided to sketch it traditionally this time. I started a bit late so couldn't get more characters in. It was really fun tho! 💚

Clockwise from top left:

Aikarico Ripchase (@astralarias)

Rievv Starseeker (@massivechildshark)

Lost Mistwalke (@flower-crow)

Nakiya (@mordremrose)

[puckpocketed]

hello i was tagged by @18minutemajor for WIP Wednesday. it is not Wednesday but i am also not a cop so . here we gooo!!!!!!! tagging my esteemed colleagues (very politely and with no pressure!!!):

@neonfretra @oensible @sorrellegiance @moregraceful @stereax

@wheelsnipecelebrini

@korshrimpski (EDIT: it won’t?? let me tag you. unless these are on separate lines <3)

what's in-progress in your life <3 writing? art? recipe? skill acquisition?

if any crafty people see this - if ANYONE sees this - and would like to join in, feel free and consider yourself tagged <3 (and tag me back so i can see your stuff!!!) link to 18minutemajor's post if yall curious :3 my VERY long wip dump + ramblings under the cut!

its christmas soon and i like to paint gifts for my friends + and i'm finally revisiting my anime/lineart/inking era (here you are K!! my lineart past, present, and future!! <3) so here are some things i've been working on/coming back to/MAY NEVER FINISH: hockey related:

this is juraj slafkovsky and his dinky little middle part which he can absolutely learn to style into something a little less dinky but never does. i am so charmed by him. i imagine he just rocks it because his pretty privilege supersedes dinky middle parts . LMAO!!

here is Sasuke from my Naruto Hockey AU. I am a little stuck on jersey mockups lol. here he is. our haunted little 1OA who is absolutely normal and regular about his captain (LOUD incorrect buzzer):

personal oc art

wanna know some puckpocketed deep lore? i've never been one to make OCs. i was just not a very creative kid tbh. spent all my time drawing sailor moon instead. i still go back to her sometimes because she is one of my favourite shapes in the WORLD!!

in my 20s i took up playing d&d because of the. uh. plague. <3 and got pretty close to having OCs!! those count right? anyway. here is my tavern-wench-turned-wizard!!! i think i painted this 2 years ago? <- put dates on your works guys it saves lives. her name is Mel (short for Melins (pronounced like melons. on account of her knockers. can you tell i never grew out of my 12 yr old booby/cock joke era?) i revisited Mel recently and have started painting her in earnest again!! :3

I briefly dated someone who was very into streetwear and fashion, and I fell down a techwear/gorpcore/cyberpunk rabbit hole for a couple days out of curiosity. i remember literally zero salient info on any of it except the broad strokes of silhouetting and Vibes. what i emerged with, however, was a ?? sorta OC?? im not sure what to call them. they dont rly have a name or gender. I did this little sheet ages ago + the aborted attempt at a portrait later:

Here are my most recent explorations (i have been doing SOOOO much art. <3) which include:

unfinished character sheet + chibi art. I played with their jacket (much more structured/square/tailored thing) and added a lotta random buckles and belts. i took textiles class years ago and have a little experience in garment construction. and i know for a fact this thing does not make any sense. it hurts me to look at a little bit LMAO so i've paused it while i go draft patterns (badly. i was never good at drafting. i think i may have to break out my scrap fabric stash and hand sew a real life mock-up. HELP!)

here is me having fun with them and imagining them as some kind of cyber-fisherman. the best part of every game is the fishing mini-game to me. i love fishing mini-games so much. I made their hair really big because i wanted them to have big unwieldy hair and the vibes told me i should add more movement to the piece aside from the fishing line. I messed with their jacket AGAIN because i can't stop thinking about what kinda jacket they'd wear. gorp-core ? idk. it sure is something!

gifts for my friends :3

back in my weeb era for real YAYYYY!!! up til now i'd been making hockey art using a zero pressure sensitivity pen brush because i simply did NOT want to deal with that. it is and has always been a barrier to me making art that uses line art. <3 easing my way back into it though!

I used to paint gifts for my friends and then get them printed into lil posters and mount them on nice backing :3 i am now ready and back to painting.

Here is my girlbestie's OC. just a rough pose sketch. i think im pretty unsatisfied with the gesture of the head/hand. i wanted to include her gun in some way. i fear i may have to rework the pose entirely <3

For the genshin girlies.. here are some of my friends fave characters.

Yelan - this one i started many holidays ago and put on the backburner because the colouring was wigging me out. you can see where i started rendering stuff + got sidetracked and started on something else (the crystal choker IM LAUGHING @ past me...)

Ayaka - I reaaally like what i did here with the perspective + foreshortening. I don't know if the pose or expression is in-character or not, but i had fun :3 got stunlocked looking at references of genshin weapons so this is where i left off:

if you made it all the way down here hi... <3 ice hockey really cracked the ketchup bottle open for me when it comes to making art again. i love the communities i've found, and i'm inspired by every artist on here every day. thanks for being so cool + have a great day :)

[uvuii]

labyrinth @uvuii works

꒰ genre. ꒱ ۪ coworker!sim jaeyun + femreader ⌇ ⌗written 0.8k : strangers -> lovers cafe au!

“enjoy !” the enthusiastic comment facading the annoyance you truly felt. A lady just came in and ordered ten lattes for her office with no intention of waiting. Your hands were hurting from the amount of stirring you had to do. None the less, you made this sick lady her ten lattes, and forced a happy smile, handing her the carts. They should really make you employee of the decade for dealing with all of the crazy million latte ordering freaks in the morning. Maybe you should’ve asked for the three to five.

Hanging your apron on the nearby handle, and grabbing your bag, you walked into the lounge to record your shift. Passing through the door, you noticed the old company whiteboard that had been sitting in the back for ages now read a message. “explain how your feeling today!” was written on the top, in faded red ink. Thinking nobody would be checking up on the old plastic board anytime soon, you grabbed a post it from the office table, and quickly wrote down how tired you were from the maniacs who ordered the same drinks xten at nine in the morning. Adding a little sad face on the bottom of the note in pink ink, you pressed the yellow square onto the board, satisfied with how the empty space looked a bit more lively, before grabbing your belongings and leaving.

The next morning, you were met with the same woman from the day before, this time accompanied by her nine year old. Today, she wanted a grande iced mocha for her child. Never in your life had you want to quit your job that much. But, your resisted the urges to scream and walk out, and made this nine year old her coffee.

-

Leaving your apron on the hook and walking back to the lounge again to record time, you passed the board again. Looking at it for a moment, your eyes widened when you saw a post it below yours, and a drawn arrow in red ink, connecting the two small squares.

“That’s crazy.. I would’ve walked out right then and there kudos to you frl!”

Noticing the abbreviations and general writing etiquette, you guessed the stranger was someone your age. Giggling to yourself at the praying hands drawn on the edge of the strangers note, you unknowingly reached for a new post it, compelled to see another reply from the stranger.

“Was tempted to tbh. She came in today asking for a huge coffee for her kid.. that was crazy.”

-

Before you even started your shift that morning, you walked to the back to check the board, a smile painting your face when you spotted another note under your previously written one, another arrow connecting them..

“No way. If I worked the same time as you I would’ve helped you out. Tell me more if she comes in today? The way you write makes me laugh lol”

Smiling at the last comment, you silently hoped the crazy lady came in today, compelled by some odd reason to make this stranger laugh again.

Making your way to the board later, you were almost too tired to reply. But you gave in when you looked at the board, eyeing the strangers note again. “Today was brutal …idk if I can even have the space to write.” Not pleased with how little you wrote, but to tired to move your hand, you stuck the post it onto the board, leaving the room.

-

Clocking in the next morning, you realized the little routine you developed over the past few days, checking the board immediately after walking into the establishment, and every day since, you were met with a new reply from this stranger.

“Maybe I should just give you my number already so I can keep up with what happenes in real time.”

Shocked by the reply, you followed the arrow drawn on the side, grabbing it from the whiteboard to turn it over, revealing the strangers number, and the name “Jake” written at the bottom, with a winking face drawn in the corner. The realization hit, you had seen this boy at a meeting last month, he worked the three to five with one of your friends. Grabbing your phone to snap a picture of the back, you quickly searched for another post it to reply.

“Text you later!” adding a small smiling face with a thumbs up, you stuck the note on the whiteboard and returned to the front, giggling to yourself.

[shatterthefragments]

Tattoo day 💖

(A tale of hope, wonder, happiness, and the existential horror(?) of having ink beneath one’s skin, though vastly overshadowed by the elation in having such beautiful pieces of art adorning my body.)

(Hitting post!!! As always: Feel free to reply and chat etc etc I am DELIGHTED!!)

So it was a weird day because I left later than I had initially wanted to.

My plan of wanting to go relax in my favourite gardens beforehand was a bit foiled by the need to sleep (I went to an event the evening before and despite trying to get my laundry done and my bag packed uhhh it was still midnight before I sort of made it to bed so I decided to take a later trip instead)

But I passed by my favourite island on the way and the weather was absolutely beautiful!!!

The sparkles on the ocean are like?!? Maybe all is good in the world if it can sparkle like this? 💖✨

My note from the ride is:

The world glitters

(I am by the ocean on a sunny day)

But it’s ok that I didn’t get my garden time. I still managed to get a monthly special croissant from a bakery I really like to stick in my bag before getting sushi across the street from the tattoo shop and then heading over 💖

I uh. Should’ve eaten more earlier in the day but oh well. My artist told me to take Advil before to reduce swelling so I did (and my friend said I didn’t bleed very much at all which was nice esp bc I had mixed advice on the Advil beforehand) but I also took Tylenol bc I had a headache (it’s. been a fairly bad pain week in both head and body honestly so I’m just happy that my hips and legs were ok to walk bc there isn’t really another option in the city unless I want to pay ridiculous amounts of money AND still have to walk)

(I did accidentally kick a syringe while walking to the bus but there was no needle and I wear closed toe shoes and I am still alive so I’m assuming I’m ok tbh. Even though I was kinda trying to watch where I’m going I’m maybe just. Not *that* city savvy)

One of my absolute best friends who lives sort of in the area joined me for the whole thing 🥰💖

She approved the Vibes of the shop (and truly it was so nice to have her there as support) (also all three of us being not neurotypical was very nice as well) though was quite worried about the amount of shading that was on the art piece I got 😬 but bc it wasn’t a HOLY SHIT WHAT ARE YOU THINKING moment she held off until after so I didn’t get scared of that 🫂

We did the text piece first and a few parts of the outline hurt a bit more than I was expecting based on the “small little line” that my Artist started each section out with first (which was very kind of them bc I had no idea what to expect) but strangely enough the filling in of the text outline was perfectly fine.

And then for my arm piece I chose to lay on my stomach (maybe I should’ve had a pillow or something to lay on as well?) bc it’s WAY more comfy for me than to lay on my side as was suggested but I just was not comfortable 😬 though my left arm kinda kept falling asleep a bit so I had to readjust sometimes to have it not fall asleep.

The shading. Uh. Definitely was “ok this is fine oh Ouch” each pass but it was ok. I’m most comfortable on my stomach and until it was like getting a bit bad and I wanted to talk as a distraction I was actually kinda thinking that maybe I could fall asleep?

Unfortunately there was a very sudden wave of nausea when we were almost done this one and I threw up in my mouth a little bit. It’s ok. But swallowing back down the acid definitely fucked up my throat through the next day.

So I had a break and slowly sipped on the juice box I brought and held hands with my friend (“you’re almost there and not the fake almost there like you’re actually nearly done”) and then we continued in a seated position instead (which. Is fine for the amount that was left but I am very glad that I didn’t have to sit like that for longer than that did.) (anybody that can’t sit normal Knows) (I asked if there was anything I could put my feet on and luckily there was a stool so I could sit more comfortably.)

Then after we went to the pharmacy for aquaphor and a sugary snack for me (I got a chocolate bar)

She had to go back to work but we got to take the bus most of the way together before I switched to the next part of the trip to my aunt’s where I stayed for the night.

And then I got to hang out with my sister and have a bit of a lazy morning (kinda avoiding going home tbh) which was super nice! Coffee and a little breakfast snack before going to get bao (we got a few different kinds - I liked the red bean one best :)) and eating them in the complex’s yard- shifting our position in the yard as the sun moved (I was initially going to be in the shade but it was cold and wet and I Specifically wore a long sleeve for sun protection to protect the new tattoos (I don’t burn easily but that’s not the point). And then the bubble tea place nearby opened so we got bubble tea :) and shared a waffle but I didn’t really want very much I just wanted to try it but then I was hungry by the time I got to the second part of my trip back home which is fine I got food then.

And then I did have to leave to go home if I didn’t want to be too late.

Gosh I always end up sweating when I go up and down one of the big ramps in a glass enclosure so even though I tried to really take it easy to avoid sweating I fear I may have a bit. But I think it should be okay? (I feel like I’m doing okay now a week later)

I made it home around 7 or so? And then had to like. Talk to mum for an hour or so while I was just trying to eat so I could take another Advil before bed which. Is fine. But I was tired all weekend and still am tired (esp given I now have Flesh Wounds to heal which makes me extra eepy) (it makes me smile to say eepy instead rn so I’m gonna)

Every time I look at my arm I smile I’m so happy 💖🥰

And every time since that I think I don’t love myself I just. NO. I love myself so much that I started to adorn myself with art to carry with me at all times.

I love myself so much that I faced my phobia of needles (though it IS much easier when not faced with them individually) in order to get one of the things I’ve wanted inked into me for a long time and another that I was just fully captivated by when I saw that design available (and STILL available when I decided to go for it which I’m super happy about 🥰)

I’m so glad that I did go for it.

I’m so glad I didn’t get caught up in any bullshit of “oh when I lose weight” even though I’ve been about the same size for years. Or get caught up too much in what other people will think of me.

I’m so thankful I was able to get these tattoos 🥰💖

And now I just hope that I’m able to heal well 🥰💖

And all that said. It just feels *right*.

When I look down at my forearm and see one of the things I’ve envisioned there for a long time. When I look in the mirror and see black ink against my skin it feels more like I’m at home in my body. 🥰🥹

It feels right

(Well. Right now it feels itchy. But it feels right 🥰)

it’s FLAKY but ah well.

(As a side note if we’ve talked here I am most likely willing to send you pictures privately)

[incandescentflower]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

a getting-to-know-you meme for people to introduce themselves in the bbs fandom by @fiercynn

note: "fanworks" are defined here as pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

I'm MJ. I love writing fic and talking about shows with people. I write mostly BL. I am in a few fandoms, but bbs is definitely one I'm still writing (albeit slower lately).

this is crazy long so here's a cut -

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I started watching after episode 2 aired. The name first turned me off. I didn't actually know who Ohm or Nanon was, lol I know right? I enjoyed some Thai BLs but none had hit for me. I saw a gif set of when Pat and Pran were looking at that empty dorm and Pat grabbed Pran right by the thigh and I was like, what the hell, I have to know what is happening there. Except, they were fooling me that this was just a light, silly, flirty show and hit me with such emotional resonance that I haven't freed myself yet. I wrote my first fic at the end of November 2021 and have been writing for them ever since.

favorite ship(s)

I am Pat/Pran through and through. I like other ships too but they are the reason I'm here.

favorite character(s)

I love both Pat and Pran. I like writing more from Pat pov because honestly Pran hits a little too close to home for me. :) All the side characters are fun and that is one of the reasons I love this show - Ink/Pa especially.

favorite episode(s) - these kinds of choices are just cruel but I would say episode 11. The raw emotions throughout it just killed me.

favorite scene (s) - rooftop aside, I recently mentioned the "thanks for trying to make this silly guy happy" scene from 11 as one of my favorites of all Thai bl (it's true), besides that, the scene when Pran brings Pat the drink, Pat tries to offer to say they aren't together anymore, the way Pran initiates them holding hands under the table and the way Pran knows Pat liked his drink less sweet. My heart tugs just thinking about it. <3

one thing you would change about the show if you could

more Ink/Pa would have been so nice and also, stop teasing us P'Aof and give us Wai/Korn

what are some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

This is absolutely impossible. This fandom has so many wonderful creators in so many ways - art, fic, meta, edits. I think some things just stuck in the brain either because they were given to me because that's what I love about fandom most - the giving - or I was struck by them as they really hit my feels about the show at the time. but this is by no means an exhaustive list and I don't even know how I'd do that.

@geonbaeeee makes all kinds of amazing art, but I loved this one because they are some of my favorite scenes.

when I think of bbs art, I always think of this series. I don't even care about weddings tbh, but I just love how all their personalities are displayed here and I do think this is exactly what Pat and Pran would want haha

@funyasm made me this wonderful mood board for bbs as gift that was a big heart hug

@creativityobsessed wrote the coolest music meta about episode 5 and I still think about it sometimes.

I've been fortunate enough to be given two really wonderful gift fics. @galauvant gifted me Family Ties with some good Jindapat siblings content and triplelovescore gifted me a crack in the foundation with some excellent Pat hurt/comfort. Both were so good at giving the heart a little twist.

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

I would say if you've only read one work in the fandom by me it's probably Up the Ante. And I do love it, but I think honestly, my favorite might be one of my least read - "I'm here, if you want me," which I wrote in the week between episode 11 and 12 in that "you had to be there" time in the fandom. It was a "if they really did break up let's fix-it" fic. I think it could have actually been a longer AU if I had any patience at all, but I needed soothing in the moment lol. Pat's love for Pran shown in the way we all know he would give it - as self-sacrificing as possible, and Pran's love of Pat shown through his music. It just felt right.

Anyway, I have others too. Honestly, it's like trying to pick a favorite child. Fanworks are works of love and each have their reasons for why I wanted to write them and why I love them.

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol) ha ha, look, this show has a theme song with multiple versions, a secondary song, another song that is now an in canon Pran-written song, Pat's ourskyy song, the og trailer song, the when we were younger instrumental, when the lyrical version is also amazing, and one of my faves is Keep Coming Back to the Start which we only hear for a tiny bit at the end of episode 6, but is an awesome song. but okay, yeah, beyond that and the instrumentals, I have a whole playlist that includes these and others. many songs come from some of the amazing edits out there. anyway, that's a long answer to mention "If our Love is Wrong" by Calum Scott, which I got from this edit (yes this is a cheat to link another fanwork)

idk anything else you want us to know?

I've met some really kind people through the bbs fandom and I really appreciate them very much. <3

I know that there are definitely people who used to be in bbs fandom not tagged in someone else's posts but I am not sure who still considers themselves in it. so this is a chance to say so. :)

[inkrabbit]

Hi ink, would you be wiling to write some Aether/reader comfort fic after the ghoul finding out reader has struggled with SA and therefor is super scared to allow more feelinga for Aether (like absolutely craves hugging him)

Tbh I had a thought for this for a couple days, ended up forgetting the thought entirely and then managed to come up with this. I wanted to keep everything vague without too much detail about any of the past. I hope you like it <333

You two had been close, right? All of the late nights you two would stay awake, chatting and making jokes; how you would always help him prepare for upcoming rituals and tell him to be safe and have fun. You two had your own confessions, telling each other things you didn’t feel comfortable telling any of the Papas or even any of the other ghouls.

Was that why you were pulling back from him? Did him being a ghoul put you off?

He used his energy to keep up his human appearance after that thought. The others had given him confused looks, Sodo even poking fun at him, asking if he thought his human form made him look less ugly. He had brushed him off, patiently waiting for you to be done with your duties.

The second you had caught sight of him when he met you in the garden, the stench of fear and anxiety flooded his senses and made him dizzy. It was like he could feel what you did: disgust, fear, pain; he knew you wanted to flee. And you did. You turned your back to him and ran off, ignoring him when he gave up his appearance and called after you. What had he done wrong?

He found you later inside the church, sitting on one of the pews with Cumulus right beside you. The scent from you had changed, stress and regret mixing in with that familiar motherly smell Cumulus gave off.

“I thought he found me.” Your voice is soft, but he picks it up. “I didn’t mean to run off like that, I just-”

“You did what you felt was right.” Cumulus tells you gently, her clawed hand resting on your shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“It’s not his fault.” The statement that left your mouth seemed more like an affirmation you had to tell yourself. And still, Cumulus nods.

“You know Aether really likes you,” she starts softly. “and you know he would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Just… why did he have to do that?!” Do what? Did he do something wrong? “I thought I was getting better!”

“Honey, you are.” He watches as Cumulus pulls you in, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. “No one could’ve predicted that would happen. None of us knew why he did it, either, but we didn’t ask.” Was this about his appearance? Was he missing something? “Why don’t you talk to him?”

“I’m not sure I can…”

“You take your time and do so when you feel ready.” She leans you back, just a bit to stare at you. “Would you like me to talk to him first? I won’t say anything you don’t want me to.”

“No. I wanna do this on my own.”

She gives you a smile. “I’m so proud of you.”

Aether left after that, scared one of you would turn around and catch him. He didn’t need to be chastised about eavesdropping, too. But now he was worried. He didn’t know what he did to set you off, and he didn’t know how to make it right. He felt bad.

The dens were relatively empty as he made his way to his room. He rubbed his face, letting out a soft groan as his tail curled around his leg. Now he was anticipating a talk. The only comfort he got is that he would probably finally learn what was going on.

He tried playing his guitar to keep the anxiety at bay, plucking at the strings absentmindedly. Scenario after scenario played in his mind, wondering just what in Lucifer’s name you would talk to him about. Was it really just his human form? There had to be more to it than that. You knew what his human form looked like – you had been to their rituals in the past! You had seen Sodo and Rain and Mountain! You had seen them all! So why was he so different? What did he do to upset you?

The knock on the door makes him jump, his claw plucking at the wrong cord.

“C-come in!” It’s no surprise when you poke your head in first, looking at him.

“How much did you hear?” you ask as you fully enter, pushing the door shut behind you. “Back at the church.”

“I-… I dunno what you’re talking about.” He sets his guitar down, trying to distract himself so he doesn’t have to look at you.

“Cumulus said she could smell you. After you left.” He frowns. Right. He should’ve taken that into consideration.

“What did I do wrong?” His voice is soft, hurt. He’s too ashamed to look at you knowing that he did something to hurt you. “Whatever it was, I’m sorry.”

You take a seat next to him on his bed, watching as he shuffles away to give you some more space. He can hear your heartbeat quicken. He wants to talk; to say he thought you guys had shared everything together and that he knew all about you, but he doesn’t. He lets the silence continue.

“It was just… a misunderstanding.” you finally tell him softly. “You just… you have the same build as someone I… knew in the past. And in your human form, you look a lot like him.”

His tail flicks. “But you’ve seen my human form before? Has it upset you then?”

“It has.” Ouch. He never assumed that. Honestly he thought (or rather hoped) that during the rituals, your eyes would’ve been on him, watching him the same way he would you whenever you did your duties; awe and admiration coursing through you. “I… know you’re not him. On stage, it’s easier to realize that, but… seeing you without your normal uniform or your mask, and in human form. It just-”

“I’m sorry.” The words tumble out as he fiddles with his claws. “I thought… I thought you didn’t like me as a ghoul. I thought I scared you.”

“It’s not that. You just…” You trail off, searching for the right words. But when he looks up at you, he knows what’s about to come.

But he couldn’t have anticipated what you told him. You didn’t go into extreme detail, but what you tell him is enough to set off his emotions, especially when your voice started cracking and tears formed. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to make you feel comfortable and safe like Cumulus had earlier. But he knows he can’t.

So instead, he sits there, tail flicking furiously behind him as he cries with you. He wanted to hurt the person that hurt you, and really, he was probably going to after you went to bed tonight and couldn’t stop him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeats it like a pitiful mantra, apologizing for what you had gone through – what he put you through today. He watches as you shuffle closer to him, sniffling softly. He decides to take a chance, reaching up before stopping. When you don’t pull away, he uses his thumb to wipe your tears.

“I’ve been trying to completely get over it,” you confess softly. “Like it happened before I got here and I know I’m safe. It just brought back those memories when I saw you.”

“I never should’ve done that. I just thought you would’ve liked me more as a human.”

“Aether, no. I like you just as you are. I’ve just been scared to get closer to you because… I’m scared the same thing will happen.”

“I would never hurt you.”

“I know.” You give him a smile. “I’ve… I’ve been wanting to get closer with you lately, but I was just so scared to.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

You pause for a moment, mouth hanging open. “Could you… could we… I really wanna hug you, but I never knew how I would react to it.”

“Of course!” It’s something he’s been wanting for a long time, too; the chance to be close to you. He sits upright, body facing you as his tail swishes excitedly behind him. His hold on you is gentle as you lean in, your arms wrapping around his torso. You’re not as hot as the other ghouls. Your skin is relatively cold compared to what he’s used to, but it’s amazing.

Until that scent of anxiety kicks up from you and your body tenses a bit. He pulls back immediately.

“Sorry!” He supposed he shouldn’t have kept it that long. But still, you give him a smile that’s slightly strained.

“It’s okay. That was nice.”

“We could try to ease into things like that more.” He catches him. “You know, if you want.”

The soft laugh you give him makes his heart flutter. “Yeah. I would love to.”

[vodkababy]

she. 🩰 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

mike wheeler x fem! reader

angst? tbh i don’t rlly know, in between of angst and fluff ‘’

age pairing — 14-15

i honestly dk if this is good this is my first post😭😭

mike wheeler.

boy who loved you. atleast that’s what you thought.

he was so charming. he resembles a greek god. or somewhat a false god. cheekbones that can cut diamonds. piercing eyes that make you tear up whenever he had a stern fixated gaze on you. his lips.

every kiss he left on your lips.

did it mean anything to him?

he started to stop spending time with you.

did he stop loving you?

questions were starting to pile up. love letters you have written from the past, were torn. words written with “ i love you “ were scribbled on in red ink.

you never felt more of the sorrowful paining inside of your heart. you kept those love letters to yourself. you never gave them to him.

and that’s when you saw a girl beside him. you’ve never seen her before, she looked so — beautiful.

you couldn’t help but start avoiding him everytime your eyes caught his silhouette. you couldn’t help but close your eyes against the prickling tears that stain your cheeks every night.

you missed him.

you wanted to curse the girl out. but you didn’t want to hurt mike. they look at each other as if they were lovers. how it feels when cupid made a match in heaven ; him and her. it pained you in the heart. it broke your heart.

you couldn’t help but feel jealousy filling you up every single time you see her, practically glued into mike’s arms. or her hands were on his hair, his face, or him in general.

she was his love, he was hers. and you — you were just his past.

you were jealous.

you were just jealous of y/n.

[lunaastoir]

cute things i think the genshin characters would do

characters included: diluc, kaeya, venti, and albedo 

****minor lore spoilers for diluc!****

an: i’m thinking of making this into a series bc this was such an adorable concept to write so lmk if you’re interested 👀 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

diluc 

sorry kind of starting off with something a little sad 

i think diluc would have a habit of rubbing his vision 

ok seems kinda dumb at first but let me elaborate: 

after the death of his father, diluc was quite obviously devastated 

he basically withdrew into himself after letting all the grief, pain, and rage flood his senses

i think during this time of grieving, he would’ve developed this habit of running the pads of his fingers across his vision to calm himself down 

(v similar to katara from atla) 

since his father had always been proud of diluc’s vision, the thought of touching something that reminded him of his father has always been able to bring him some sort of relief no matter how short lived

it serves as a constant memory of his dad and i think being able to have that kind of connection - no matter how small would hold a significance to him 

stressed? you’ll see his fingers dance across his vision as the crease between his eyebrows gradually loosens 

ok here’s a bonus habit (bc the previous one was sad) 

whenever he’s bartending at angel’s share, he always flips the bottles in this cool bartending way before pouring the drinks 

like the whole shabang - flips in the air, shakes it in a way that the drink foams just right 

people are usually v surprised when they see this bc woah mans has got some sKILLS 

but also bc he’s known for being pretty serious and reserved so seeing a “trick” is kind of breaking the stoic image they have of him 

after he’s done pouring the drinks he’s also really precise about closing the bottles 

he makes sure that the caps are on tightly and that nothing is leaking (which ig is another reason why he does flips with them so he can make sure that the bottles are tightly closed) 

yes he’s rich but he also wants to make sure the drinks don’t go bad bc 1) kind of a loss if they do and 2) his customers deserve the best 

sweet man pls protect him <3 

kaeya

when he’s sitting down at his desk, he brings his legs up so he can sit on his chair criss- cross applesauce 

since he’s in his office and the only other person who’s in there with him is jean, he feels like he can drop the suave, charming cavalry captain facade he puts on when he’s in public and just dial it down slightly to who he really is in that moment 

jean doesn’t say a word the entire time even tho she quite obviously notices 

don’t get me wrong, he’s still the smooth talking kaeya but just,,, more relaxed and comfortable?? if that makes sense 

so since he’s a lot more comfortable in his office, he usually folds his legs into his chair bc damn they hurt from walking around all day

this is kinda dumb but i also think he has a lot of ink stains on his hands from writing so whenever he sees a fresh one he just likes to stamp it onto a piece of paper 

usually that piece of paper ends up being an unimportant report that goes to jean 

dw he also has a bunch of pretty small towels in his bottom drawer that he uses to wipe his hands on bc the public can’t see the pretty cavalry captain w ink stains!! the world would end!! 

oH kind of a side note but i also think he would keep a small folded up picture of something klee drew him in his pocket 

he thinks it’s very sweet and he periodically takes it out just to look at it soft for this man 

last one for kaeya but since he wears boots that have the little lip on the bottom (not really a heel but enough to make some noise) he makes sure to always try his best to walk quietly around the streets of mondstadt at night 

if anyone catches him doing it he’ll wave it off and say something like “oh me? i’m just practicing my stealth - it comes in handy when you have to sneak up on enemies you know?” but in reality that’s just bs 

he really just doesn’t wanna risk waking people up <3 

venti

this adorable man is obviously notorious for drinking 

he loves alcohol!! i mean he’s the anemo archon of the city of wine and freedom so is anyone really surprised 💀

anyways venti always jokes abt not having any mora (he really doesn’t he’s not wrong) but he always makes sure to pay his tab at angel’s share 

the only reason diluc lets him drink sm is because at the end of the day, venti always comes through w the mora 

he really is a talented bard so everything he makes in singing and composing music for other people to listen to always goes straight to angel’s share (debatable if that’s for the best or not but i’ll leave that one to you) 

so yeah <3 basically venti pays back his tabs even tho he’s an archon since he doesn’t want people to experience a loss bc of him 

it’s the archon nature coming out but also the venti nature bc he’s a sweet boy 

anyways getting onto the actual habit 🕺

he has a tendency to skip/hop regardless of wherever he’s going 

he uses his anemo elemental skill a lot while doing this just he can feel a light breeze whenever he skips around 

i also think he carries around extra bard strings in his hat bc he thinks it’s a cool party trick to take them out and be like tada i have extra strings no need to worry!!! 

people are usually not that amused but he does it anyway 

also yeah uh those strings sometimes fall out when he’s skipping 💀 

he’ll be hopping and suddenly bOOM they fall out, he loses them, a kitten by the name of prince takes them, and he has to ask for help to find his strings (i believe this is exactly how venti lost his strings to prince during the windblume festival and no i will not take any criticism and if venti says something different he is lying 🔪)

also has a habit of putting his hair into a bun sometimes!!! 

he loves his pigtails but he finds that he gets bored of them occasionally and his hair needs a break from its wavy tresses so he just plops it into a bun instead 

so so cute 10/10 hairstyle he can do my hair 

anyways love this man thanks for coming home <3 

albedo

i had a feeling i would kind of have a hard time w albedo since he is a little hard to read so i hope this is ok LMFAO 

he has paint stains. everywhere. no you cannot change my mind. 

they are subtle tho i will give him that 

you can’t notice that anything is amiss until you really pay attention and then you’ll start to see the pretty pastels and greens of the sunset he was painting up on dragonspine softly smeared across his clothes 

very rarely you’ll see a cute swipe of paint across his cheek or neck and it’s honestly adorable 

he was probably pushing his hair out of his face while he was painting and some excess paint on his finger landed on his cheek :,) 

he doesn’t really care tbh he thinks it’s just a part of him and it really isn’t that noticeable so he just leaves it 

also!!! since he is a big alchemist and he’s constantly working on labs and experiments i think he would accidentally misplace a lot of his written work 

he seems very organized but w someone as intellectual as him w his brain running miles a minute, i’m sure he has definitely forgotten where he’s put stuff away 

so!! in order to help him remember, he has little notes across his lab detailing where everything is 

if he was working on something and he immediately has to put it on hold bc something came up (klee came in demanding attention or sucrose needs help) then he’ll quickly jot down a note and stick it to his desk so he’ll remember when he comes back just in case he forgets 

sucrose as a result has noticed A LOT of notes across the lab and it’s simultaneously funny and endearing 

“started experiment with sweet flowers to try and turn them into a youth elixir: papers --> on the desk right next to klee’s photo” 

final point: he lets klee braid his hair sometimes if she wants to 

she doesn’t really know how given how young she is so she ends up messing up but albedo always walks her patiently through the steps again 

always makes time for klee no matter what bc he really does care a lot abt her :,) 

i love him sm pls 

[ohnopoe]

no goodbyes | remus lupin

Ship: Remus Lupin x Reader Summary: Leaving Hogwarts and his position as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was hard enough, but leaving you was another thing all together Word Count: 1.7k+ Warnings: Self deprecation, a shitty world, and a surprisingly light amount of angst Author’s Note: Gender not specified/gender neutral. This turned out cuter than I expected tbh... This is for the wonderful wednesday writing challenge that @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape​ organise! The prompt is linked here because spoilers!

There was something bittersweet about returning home for Remus Lupin.

His family home was small and cramped, but soft and warm, filled with reminders of those who were no longer there. Family, friends, it seemed nothing truly lasted in his life, and that only felt more true as he returned now, before the end of term, before he had intended.

Another job lost to his condition.

Somehow the sting of it didn't cut as deep anymore, but then he'd been dealing with the same prejudice for over twenty-five years now, perhaps he was just getting used to it, he thought with a somewhat amused scoff.

He could understand the letters that had swarmed the school the morning the truth had been revealed, he could understand the fear the student's parents had at the thought of him teaching their children. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

And yet, that wasn't anywhere near the most painful part of leaving.

Harry had been disappointed, hell, he looked near heartbroken to see his favourite professor was packing up after all they had gone through in the past few days. And he understood the pain, he really did. The boy had no connection to his parents, and just as he had found two, both were stripped from him.

He would have to try and stay in contact with him, just as soon as he was able to track down Sirius, that is.

Sirius...

The man he had believed capable of betrayal for so many years.

The man he had once called brother, and now- what was he now? Could they go back to the friendship they once had after so much distrust? He could only hope so.

Perhaps there was some good to come from this year after all.

But the moment that thought filled his mind, another face filled his mind.

He had never expected to meet a kindred spirit when he took on the job. He had been determined to keep somewhat to himself, to do his job and make no waves. He hadn't expected you.

The laughter and joy, the late nights that had started out with marking homework together and soon dissolved into simply enjoying one another's company. There was an ease with you that he could not remember ever feeling before.

Even when there was no time, there was still something.

It had started so simply. A book was lent, a note slipped into it. Thoughts shared on a scrap of paper as it was returned.

It soon turned into a pattern.

Books were found with the purpose of being for the other, as you each excitedly awaited the day they would find it back to their gifter's desk, with a simple note which would hint at a long conversation that would come whenever they found the chance.

It was such a soft and gentle thing, and it was yours. 

And then there was the moment, only hours earlier, when you had walked into his office, with his book in hand. Your smile refused to meet your eyes, eyes that seemed to hint at a torrent of emotions that were pulled back. There was so much to say, so much he wished he could say, but how could he?

The truth was out, and it didn't matter that you had been there at his side regardless of the fact you had known from the moment he started working by your side. It didn't matter that you had been there the day after every moon, chocolate and pain potions in your bag as you simply sat with him, reading to him when he wanted company, or working silently at his desk when he needed to rest.

It wasn't just about your beliefs now.

Even if, by some miracle, you felt the same way he did, the world would never allow it. You would receive all the hell and prejudice that he needed to protect you from. His love could never be enough to make up for a world of hate. Could it?

He had held back, trying to appear as though his heart wasn't breaking as he realised this was the end.

There would be no more soft conversations or raucous laughter, no more working together as you each complained about the illegible handwriting of student's work.

This would be the last time you entered his office, as this would be the last time it would be his office. 

And the book in your hands, his book, would be the last one passed between you.

There was a sadness in your gaze as you looked him up and down, taking in each new mark with the same concern you showed every month, and it stole any words from his mind. How could he find something to say when someone as wonderful as you stood before him?

Your mouth had barely opened before a noise startled you both from behind. His classroom room was pushed open in a hurry, and he glanced down at the open map before him to confirm his suspicions. Harry was not about to let him leave that easily either.

Another broken smile filled your features as you turned away from the doorway to face him once more, and then you were walking forwards.

He felt as though he had been hit with the strongest of stunning spells as he simply watched, unable to convince his legs to move, or his arms to wrap you up and hold you against him as he longed to do. No, he simply watched silently as you placed the book down on his desk with a tenderness that seemed to cut through him.

And when your eyes met his, there was so much there, so much hidden in silence, that he never got a chance to explore.

Harry was at the door, and you were retreating already.

He wanted to follow, trapped in your aura, desperate to never leave you. But Harry needed this too, and as you turned to give him a single nod, he did his best to reconcile that this was the only goodbye he would get from the one he loved in secret.

Funny how he hadn't thought to look at the book after that. 

It had gone into his bag almost automatically as he spoke with the desperate boy, but even his subconscious had him holding it carefully, as if somehow he could retain your touch through the book itself.

Now, as he stood with bags in hand in the small cottage of his childhood, it was as though nothing were more important than finding that book and clinging to it.

Clothing and nick nacks were pushed aside as he searched the bag for the precious item, and he sighed with relief as the feel of familiar worn leather touched his skin.

A book on herbology, of all things. 

He hadn't even realised he had it before you had found it upon his shelves, and raised it with a tilted head, silently asking if you could borrow it.

Herbology was never a strength of his, and it turned out you were similarly lacking in talent in that department, yet you had taken it with a smile, soft and gentle. A smile that had him realising he would do anything to ensure that smile existed all the more often.

Now, the odd book seemed to be more important than any other, even if it still made little sense to him.

He couldn't help but treasure it as he ran a hand over the cover, staring at it in wonder.

Had you enjoyed it? Had you found it just as confusing as he had?

Now he would never get the chance to discuss it with you, your meetings abruptly ending with the sudden termination of his position.

He couldn't help but wonder, had you left a note in this book? Perhaps something small, a jest about the author's name fitting the topic suspiciously well.

It was with a certain trepidation that he opened the front cover.

What if there was nothing to be found? What if you had decided that after everything that had happened, you didn't even want to do this? What if that was why you had not said goodbye?

No. He was placed in Gryffindor for a reason, and opening a book was not going to be the thing that stopped him in his tracks.

The cover fell open, and he held his breath as he took in the small post-it note that sat right there, with your familiar script staring back at him.

It was a short note, shorter than most, but even the sight of that had him smiling to himself.

If you want to know my thoughts, you're going to have to meet me at The Leaky Cauldron for lunch the day after school lets out.

I'll understand if you don't want to

x

The huff of laughter that escaped him almost surprised him. But then, he should have known better than to doubt you. You had made it clear from the start that his condition wasn't something that would ever scare you off, going so far as to threaten him with a hex should he ever imply it again.

He should have known better, should have had faith in you.

Perhaps losing his job wasn't the end of everything, perhaps this was just another chapter in his life, and you would remain a steady character, if he would be lucky enough to keep you as a friend.

The note would be treasured, he knew that even now as he unstuck it from the front page, careful not to crease the proof of your unyielding loyalty.

But as he lifted it he noticed something else.

Light shone through the thin paper from the warmth of the fireplace, hinting at more dark ink on the other side.

There, in a slightly more shaky handwriting, but one that was undeniably still yours, held another message.

P.S. I never told you, but I was falling in love.

For the first time in a long time, Remus Lupin felt excited for the school holidays. The end of term could not come fast enough. After all, he had to discuss some notes shared in a book.

[shinjaeha]

bad buddy ep 7 (thoughts)

me, every week: i’m not gonna do another one of these.

also me, every week: but...FEELINGS.

anyway, i have absolutely nothing insightful to say this ep bc it was mostly just me screaming and/or crying the entire way through. this is essentially just commentary as i rewatch this ep for the nth time...but i’ve already come this far so let’s go 😂

ngl i’m not generally the hugest fan of time skips, but i can see why it’s necessary here. it needs to feel like their challenge has been going on for awhile. the both of them are too stubborn (and love competing with one another too much) to cave that easily. also, it gives the both of them the time to explore this new dimension to their relationship freely without having to define anything yet.

not them exchanging flirty texts from the get go 😭 and in sugar daddy/sugar baby talk...starting the courting in this ep off with a bang, i see...

i love when the classical music starts playing as soon as the scene switches over to pran’s house with his parents (like what happened in ep 1 between both families). sets a very different, distinct tone from the back and forth sibling bickering that we get after between pat and paa.

i know paa’s always stunning, but she looks so gorgeous with her new makeover (love is just soooo pretty in general though wbk)!! this is def signalling the start of a new chapter and i’m so ready :)))

i have such a soft spot for every pat and paa interaction bc their relationship is so relatable to me. it’s exactly how my brother and i interact with one another tbh so i love seeing how close they are and how much they care for each other  through all their snarky (but loving) jabs at one another. they genuinely feel like siblings and they’re just so cute.

it’s so great that they’ve finally revealed that pran’s parents aren’t homophobic at all!! so we def know that the conflict won’t be rooted in homophobia on their end at least...it’ll all be about how they hate pat’s family. if anything, that just makes me even MORE intrigued about what happened to cause such bad blood between them all.

honestly, the scene between pran and his parents was kind of cute bc they’re both so reassuring at first...at least until it’s soured by pran’s mum forbidding pran to like the neighbours’ kids. my heart already hurts for these boys and their parents don’t even KNOW yet.

if someone projected a picture of me in class like that i’d be completely mortified omg...good thing their professor was chill with it. then again, who doesn’t want to see pran’s cute dimples 😂

WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT INKPAA. IT’S HAPPENING. the way we see ink’s face from paa’s pov, all blurry before coming into focus...the hand holding...my HEART. they’re adorable. i love them so much already ;;;

the architecture play essentially being pat and pran’s love story is very meta of them (hopefully, it doesn’t end like the love story between kwan and riam did though...i refuse to even think of it as an option).

it’s interesting how in the beginning, i thought it was sweet that wai pushed pran into performing in the freshy day concert (i guess, also bc that was something that pran clearly wanted to do), but here we’re seeing the first sign this ep of wai’s pushiness and irresponsibility. like i didn’t think anything of this the first time i watched it until the scene where wai goes to pran’s room later on...but in hindsight, it’s very clear to see how they were building towards that with wai.

while pat’s parents do seem to give pat quite a bit of freedom, his dad does seem to have certain standards that he still wants pat to abide by (eg. winning the freshy day contest, getting mvp in rugby). he keeps using that “don’t ruin my reputation” line...which has me worried bc it makes me feel like his stance when it comes to finding out about pat and pran’s relationship will be a lot more rooted in homophobia (esp since he doesn’t seem to hate pran’s mum as much as pran’s mum hates him). i really hope that i’m wrong in this, and that at least ONE set of these parents will be able to see past the childishness of their feud but maybe that’s having too much faith in them idk...

the difference between pat and paa’s sides of the room is so cute. it’s even cuter that pat let his little sister have the bed instead of him :’)

literally the last person paa should be asking for handwriting analysis is pat 😭 this boy does not have a good track record with this. he doesn’t have a CLUE omg.

according to paa, all the girls that pat’s ever liked have always taken advantage of him in some way though :( first, the girl that dumped him after he bought her a surf skate, and now this girl that tricked him into buying her items in online games. pat...

pat was out of the door the second pran messaged him (he’s got it so bad)...only for pran to be asking him to help him with his printer i-

though tbf, if pran asked me for help all soft and sweet the way he did, i’d do anything he wanted me to do too so...there was no way pat would have been able to resist. the way they flirt with one another makes me so SHY...and i’m just watching it.

this game between them is so fun to watch, but also absolute torture!!!!!! pat acting all cool, calm and collected by turning pran’s flirting back on him and feeding him with his own food (and managing to hold on until he was back in his room before having his breakdown over how overwhelmed pran ACTUALLY made him)?? i love him. i laughed while punching my own pillow too.

INK TO THE RESCUE. okay, but she’s so cool?? the way she shooed those boys away?? if someone did that for me, i would also fall in love with them js.

so here we have another glimpse at wai trying to get pran to do his work for him even though pran never agreed to it in the first place. at this point, it still feels like it’s just a friend innocently asking for a little bit of help, so i don’t think anyone would think that much about it when watching for the first time too. but knowing how this turns out, it def makes wai’s actions feel a lot more sly and underhanded.

the montage!!!!!!!!!! the cuteness of it all!!!!!!!!!!!! i love that they turned their secret admirer gifts from ep 2 into a thing again as they try to win each other over. holding hands at their bus stop!!!!!!! who do i have to pay for a longer scene of this.

i LOVE how pran’s fondness for pat always ends up oozing out in his expressions whenever he even just thinks about him. he’s got it real bad too.

THE TENSION IN THE LIBRARY SCENE. I WAS NOT READY. i can’t stand them 😭😭😭

their dynamic, as always, is just *chef’s kiss*. i love that pat keeps the game going by pretending that he’s too lazy to go to pran’s place for nong nao...it’s like he’s provoking pran into taking a step into his space this time (his room), and pran responds by not backing down and taking him up on the offer. and so boldly too?? pran’s become so confident and i love that for him.

i do not believe that pran’s buying pat’s sick act for a SECOND...but hey, if that’s how pat wants to play the game, he’ll play the game ;) as long as they both get to spend more time together, i don’t think either of them cares whether he’s faking it or not.

there’s so much product placement in this ep but idec?? not when they’re giving us scenes like THIS. absolutely masterful advertising. i have nothing more to add to this bc my mind just blanks out whenever i get to the so-called ‘sponge bath’ scene.

they love the game way too much for either of them to give in, which i both love and find frustrating bc the willpower these two have to NOT start making out with each other after this tickle fight of theirs?? and to think they’ve done this for MONTHS. amazing.

paa almost busting in on them on top of each other made me laugh so much though. they were both so sus about it too 😂

so this is the third time that wai’s asking for pran’s help with the architecture play, and you can see how the way he asks for help has been amping up each time (at first he just asks pran to help him, then he asks for ideas, and now he’s asking pran to fill in for him at the auditions). and although pran is always hesitant, he always ends up giving in when wai begs him.

pran realising how jealous pat is of wai and making the most of it. smart. anyway, i find this scene so funny. pran’s facial expressions directed at pat when wai’s not looking are hilarious. he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing and good for him!!

why is wai’s first reaction always to fight 😭 but i was not expecting that wai and paa scene at all...and while i’m not here for anything happening between them, i’m really intrigued to see where this is going to go once he finds out that that’s pat’s sister...

prob an unpopular opinion, but i have a soft spot for korn...we’ve barely gotten any of him in the last few eps, but at least he has a line here. makes me wonder how he’s gonna be involved in this whole mess bc i don’t think it’s a coincidence he just showed up here...

i love when p’aof incorporates the actors’ actual skills in his dramas (like he did with earth and his flute playing in atots too). anytime i get to see more of ohm playing the thai xylophone is a fine time by me :)

pat straight up admitting that he basically only auditioned for the main lead so he could hit on pran in public...this boy has absolutely no filter and it’s glorious.

pran getting jealous over ink and pat eating dinner together so he brings wai to the same restaurant to make pat jealous too is SO incredibly petty and i love it!! i have a love/hate relationship with jealousy in dramas (context and relationship status usually determines how i feel about it). in this case, i really love it bc firstly, we know that neither ink or wai like pat or pran in that way (so they’re not hurting anyone/leading anyone on when they play these games). secondly, they KNOW they’re both intentionally trying to make each other jealous so everything is all out there in the open. my fave part of this whole thing is that although they both know they’re trying to make each other jealous, they STILL get jealous anyway. they’re so ridiculous, but it’s SO much fun to watch. esp bc of wai’s utter confusion (his face when pran was wiping the food away from his mouth was adorable), and ink being all wtf when pat was trying to feed her more wontons (the way she called him out...i genuinely just love her SO MUCH).

back to the play, and this chart guy sucks...why even audition for the play if you’re not gonna put any effort in whatsoever??

i love how pat noticed that pran’s door hanger was a sad face before he knocked. i think it’s sweet how he noticed the door hanger from the very beginning (even before he knew it was pran that was in the room opposite him). he’s so observant with things like this. i just love that he changed his original intention for coming over into cheering pran up the moment he saw the sad face, and how gloomy pran seemed due to the play situation.

pat always knows just how to cheer pran up too. he’s so playful, and pran’s so orderly and structured when it comes to everything in his life...except when it comes to pat. i can absolutely see why pran would be in love with him. apart from all the really caring things that pat does for him, he’s just so spontaneous and fun. like this splash of colour in pran’s everyday life (i mean, he literally paints pran’s cheek here). i say this every time, but fr NO ONE can make pran smile the way pat does. he just can’t help himself, and it bleeds out in his actions, like him tracing a heart with the cotton pad on pat’s face 😭 (which btw is one of the most adorable things i’ve ever seen in anything ever). they’re just SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. like they still won’t admit it at this point, but the heart eyes when they look at each other?? the tenderness?? the care?? they’re in love, your honour. case closed.

things i love about this scene:

that pran reciprocates pat’s actions and cleans pat’s face without him even asking for it.

pat asking pran to move closer and pran actually doing it first before the both of them inch closer together...like they’re getting closer and closer to a middle ground.

pran’s heart shape on pat’s face!!!!!!!!!! i will never get over this.

the comfort and familiarity between them. they just LOOK like they’re in love (and that’s on ohm and nanon’s acting and chemistry bc they’re constantly knocking it out of the park and making every butterfly in the world take up residence in my chest).

the way they make me feel more single than i’ve ever felt in my entire life but idec bc i’m living vicariously through them and just want them to be happy!!

ahh, and so we finally get to the the scene all that wai build up was leading to. it really was irresponsible of wai to take on so much at one time if he wasn’t going to be able to cope...and then to dump that on pran. it would have been one thing if he had just begged pran like he did during the rugby practice scene...but the way he guilt tripped pran into accepting his position by saying he was basically gonna flunk out if he didn’t leaves a bad taste in my mouth. the way he asks for help gets progressively more sneaky and manipulative every time. pran cares so much for the people that he loves, so it makes me sad to see someone, his best friend no less, take advantage of him like that. esp since he’s already done so much for wai (eg. rescuing him from getting beat up by the engineering gang, finding a sponsorship for the bus stop and coming up with so much of the design himself, writing the song they performed for freshy day, filling in for him when he couldn’t go to the auditions).

idk if i’m thinking too much into it, but the fact that he brought the guitar also makes me feel like he was reminding pran of the favour he did by keeping it for him. just so pran would more be more willing to accept taking on his responsibilities :/

i totally understand pat’s feelings here though. the guitar, like their song, is something really precious to him. he kept it hoping that one day he would be able to give it back to pran, but pran gave it to WAI to keep of all people. the same person that he performed ‘their’ song with. it’s a sore spot for pat. the thing is, he obviously doesn’t know that the reason pran gave it to wai in the first place was bc it reminded pran too much of pat though...of something that he thought he could never have at the time :(

literally rolling my eyes every time this chart guy is on the screen, but so glad that pran stood up to him. he’s been so disrespectful this entire time. honestly, toto (as the director) should have been the one to say something about it to him before pran...

and we’re back on the rooftop again!! their (our) fave spot. i’ve seen some people say that they thought it was strange that pat got over how mad he was so quickly, but you can see in this scene that he’s still mad. it just comes across as more passive aggressive instead of the silent treatment that he was giving pran from before. i just think pat's not really the type to hold grudges tbh...and that he knows what a tough position pran is in atm. he still came when pran asked to meet him, so even if he’s mad, he’s had some time for the anger to blow over and he’s still willing to hear pran out. but that doesn’t mean he’ll make it easy for pran just quite yet.

i also think that he def knows what a big step it is for pran to be willing to give in and lose the challenge in order for pat to take over the role of riam. it’s kind of pran’s way of making amends with him over what happened too, whilst also giving pran the excuse he needs for them to finally scratch the bet and progress to the next stage of their relationship (as he implies). like he said, they’re both too tight-lipped to do it of their own accord, so they need something to push one of them into confessing for good and ‘losing’ the challenge.

pat telling pran to confess publicly bc he KNOWS pran would never do it, but then turning it into his own grand romantic gesture instead...THIS BOY.

i know this has already been talked about, but the lighting in this scene!! how pran’s in the dark as toto yells at him, before it changes to pat announcing his arrival as riam with the spotlight on him, back to pran again this time with the light spilling over him now too. i love this.

AND THEN THE FLASHBACK WHERE WE SEE PAT’S BASICALLY ALREADY CONFESSED TO HIM IN PUBLIC THROUGH THE AUDITION. every time i see this scene my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. i can’t do this!!!!!!!!! i know that it’s technically not an official confession, but he’s extended the olive branch. he says the ‘lines’ with such sincerity. so heartfelt and sweet, almost like he’s assuring pran that whoever ‘loses’ is never really going to lose. since they’re both in love anyway, they just won’t admit it. he answered the question pran wanted to know. i think that’s part of the reason why it’s so easy for pran to admit to losing the challenge on the rooftop. he’s already assured that whatever happens, it won’t be the end of them. it just comes down to who’s the one big enough to put an end to the teasing and commit fr. and that’s his answer to pat’s question too.

can i also just say that the music choices on this show are a++++++ even just hearing the score in this scene is making my heart blow up. there are legit tears in my eyes :’)))

how it goes from past pran looking at pat with all the love in the world during the audition scene, to present pran grinning ear to ear at pat as he plays the thai xylophone, had me CHOKED up. that’s all pat ever wants to see...if i were pran, i too, would have given in and realised right then and there that there was no point fighting it anymore. no more pretending that the game matters anymore. it’s all in for the both of them from that exact moment.

what gets me so much about this drama (about pat and pran) is that their whole love story is just sooooooooo sweepingly ROMANTIC. it’s not love at first sight, but this gradual build up of love and care for each other over the course of their lives. they have this deep history together that we’re still slowly piecing together bit by bit, so we get to see them gradually grow to respect and understand one another despite their circumstances. it’s really easy to see how they end up falling in love with one another, not just bc of the grand gestures like this, but also bc of the smaller moments where pat tries to help pran and cheer him up, or when pran cooks for pat and looks after him in general (eg. make up remover scenes, taking care of him when he’s ‘sick’). their relationship is fun and they’re ultra competitive, but they’re always willing to back down and swallow their pride during the moments that really matter. that, to me, is what love is all about.

just like in this moment, where pat swallows down any anger he might feel about the guitar (and wai taking advantage of pran), if it means that he can lessen any of pran’s burdens and make life easier for him...since pran is way more important to him than any silly bet. like he says, “if my victory puts my boyfriend in trouble, i’d rather lose” 😭

what makes pat’s gesture as romantic as it is, is that instead of pran being pressured into confessing bc of the predicament he’s in, pat gives pran what he needs without asking for anything back in return. he teases him about it at first bc he’s pat and that’s what he does, but he knows in reality what a big deal it is for pran to even think about caving first...and that it also means that he’s ready. they’re past this exploratory phase of their relationship.

i’m still crying over that scene on the stage where everyone else is moving in the dark at the back of the stage, and the two of them are sitting there front and centre, light illuminating them ;;; beautiful. like they’re in their own little world, frozen in time while everything else is going on.

i really like how pat brought up what pran said about how his wish was to cook a favourite dish for someone he liked. esp since pran’s love language is clearly food (asking pat if he’s eaten, constantly cooking for him, etc.). the way they’ve turned teasing each other with food (but never actually feeding each other) into part of their game makes pran finally feeding pat, the person he likes, with his favourite dish so meaningful (it’s his way of confessing too), and pat’s aware. that’s why he’s so hesitant to eat at first...like he’s afraid pran is gonna tease him again, only this time he doesn’t. it’s so cute. 

i love, love, love how pran wipes the food away from his mouth bc it was the thing that made pat most jealous (slamming the table and everything) when they were trying to make each other jealous during the noodle shop scene. the total contrast between how he casually wiped wai’s mouth and how he does it with so much fondness and affection when it comes to pat...the difference is so clear.

it’s funny how it was never any of the sexy/teasing stuff that got them to give in, but it was them showing each other they cared that finally did it :’) and i love that all those cute moments from before they became official were almost all sponsors, but this scene, pat’s audition confession and his grand romantic gesture...that was all them. no sponsors whatsoever.

the sniff kisses and the peck kisses!!!!!!!!!!! i was not READY. i’m just so glad that they have happy kisses now!! as much as i love the ep 5 kiss with my whole soul, it’s really nice to see them kiss when they’re so much more relaxed and stable in their feelings now. they both know exactly where they stand with one another and it shows!!

i’m just so in love with their entire dynamic. i love how they’ve retained that same essence that makes their relationship so unique since the beginning (their competitiveness will always be there), but it also changes with every new ep. we’ve seen them go from ‘enemies’, to sort of friends but not really, to something more, to teasing each other but STILL not admitting their feelings, and now to official boyfriends. we’re seen their relationship progress from each and every stage and it’s why we all feel so invested in them. we’ve gotten to see them mutually fall in love with each other every step of the way.

the next challenge for them was always going to be the most difficult, so i’m glad that we had a fluffy one this ep to tide us over for the next eps. i think we’re really going to need it for the upcoming ones now that they’re official but will have to be even more careful keeping their relationship secret from their friends and family :( the stakes are higher than ever for them now.

i’m looking forward to it bc i want to see them overcome all of these obstacles together, but i’m also really, really worried for them...in the end, all i want is for the two of them to be happy. i know we’ve still got some happy moments coming up this next ep, so i’m just gonna hold onto them as tight as i can until the storm inevitably hits.

[brella-boi]

ok ok ok . Chili 12, 16, 43; and for both Chili and Mint, B, E (hope that's not too many!!!)

NEVER TOO MANY

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Chili lives with his sister and they do regular 'scratch my back' time for each other. It was a regular activity he had with his parents that left him but Julie came around to love it too. So they just keep harassing each other on who's turn it is

16. What makes their stomach turn?

If Chili saw any of his friends/fam get hurt tbh. But also if he spotted any kind of sanitized octoling/inkling/ink in the real world and not his hallucinations. Nothing worse then 'oh god. This is real.'

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

Now for both Chili n Mint!

B) What inspired you to create them?

They didn't actually start out as pure characters. It was slow progression and evolution.

It started out with Chili, who was just my inksona at the very beginning. Nothing more than a showoff brella and dynamo inkling (thats where my blog name is from lmao) that likes chilli chips.

Then octolings were added into the game, and I wanted to try my hand at a species swap and then I.... sort of really liked it LOL.

From that point I assigned them specific personalities as a split from myself. Do you know the Id, Ego and Superego theory? It's exactly that way. I channeled Chili with all the vices of me and Mint with all the things I wanted to be. They're opposites in every which way still. At the time I was making little stupid comic strips between them, sort of similar to what I'm doing with Rice and Alter right now, but with more personality and soon enough I started making a storyline.

So at that point they grew past just being alter egos and into fully fledged character. Though I guess that explains why I'm still so attached to them B)

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Stupidly enough I manage to make friends with just about any personality with very few exceptions so probably! Though if Mint was real I'd have a squish on them saying as if I dont already. I had a dream with Mint one time and they were so fucking pretty I just about melted on the spot.

I would love to tease the shit out of Chili though haha sucker. He would hate me though <3 It would be one sided

[littlesmartart]

Now I’m curious, what songs do you aggressively assign to xiyao and 3zun? (Only somewhat related, have you ever heard the song “Heart of Stone” from the SIX soundtrack? Excluding one line (without my son your love would disappear), I feel very passionately that it is a Yanli talking about Zixuan song.)

under a cut because this got RIDICULOUSLY long haha

okay okay so XIYAO... first of all, let's get this tragic shit over and done with -

Burn from Hamilton (I drew a comic here)

Sympathy by Kyla La Grange is a guilty JGY reflecting on their relationship (A lead weight for your open palm / And a white shirt over your bloody heart / To think I thought I was all you are / I was missing from the start / Couldn't let you cradle my head or stay / Let you waste your wonderful words / In my sleep I circled your heart with red ink / When I woke you were already hurt)

Broken by Jake Bugg is Xichen towards the end of canon (For you have become / All I lost and all I hoped for / But I must carry on / Always one, never broken / Run to the lobby where I saw you try / Don't give a damn for your reasons why)

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want, specifically the Muse cover because of how jarring and discordant it is, is JGY having his breakdown in the temple and cry-yelling at Xichen (Haven't had a dream in a long time / See, the life I've had / Can make a good man bad / So for once in my life / Let me get what I want / Lord knows, it would be the first time)

Mr Blue by Catherine Feeney being JGY at the end of canon because colour symbolism (Mr. Blue / I told you that I love you / Please believe me / Mr. Blue / I have to go now, darling / Don't be angry / I know that you're tired / Know that you're sore and sick and sad for some reason / So I leave you with a smile / Kiss you on the cheek / And you will call it treason)

aaaand then for some happy stuff because you know in any universe they'd be the soppiest most heart-eyes chin-hands motherfuckers at each other. I think that really you could apply a lot of [dreamy sigh] [lovesick smile] [deep yearning] ballads to them tbh?

Somethin' Stupid, and I'm going to recommend the Robbie version because that's the one I have and I legit like it so shut up. I think this would be mostly how everyone outside sees them - as two people who are being so weirdly anxious whilst also desperately embarrassingly and obviously mutually pining 🙄 (I know I'd stand in line / Until you think you have the time / To spend an evening with me / And if we go someplace to dance / I know that there's a chance / You won't be leaving with me / Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place / And have a drink or two / And then I go and spoil it all / By saying something stupid / Like I love you)

My Guy by Kele Okereke because it's just!!! so soppy and romantic and this cover was made specifically for an album of queer wedding songs called "Universal Love"!! (I've got sunshine on a cloudy day / When it's cold outside / I've got the month of May / Well I guess you'd say / What can make me feel this way? / My guy / I'm talkin' 'bout my guy)

Atlas: Two by Sleeping At Last - I found this song through a gorgeous Wangxian video but I think it works really really well for Xiyao too, because they also have that mutual Let Me Take Care Of You Forever Please love language (I know exactly how the rule goes / Put my mask on first / No, I don't want to talk about myself / Tell me where it hurts / I just want to build you up, build you up / 'Til you're good as new / And maybe one day, I'll get around / To fixing myself, too)

Yellow by Coldplay because that colour symbolism!! Xichen @ JGY (And your skin / Oh yeah, your skin and bones / Turn in to something beautiful / Do you know / For you, I'd bleed myself dry / For you, I'd bleed myself dry)

3zun is a little more complicated but I do have some!

Up In Flames by Coldplay with that sense of slow inevitable destruction (So it's over / This time you're flying on / This time I know no song / Can stop, its slowly burn / Can stop, it's slowly gone / Up in flames / Up in flames / Up in flames / We have slowly gone)

Safety Of Distance by Lior - this one is specifically about NieYao reconciling and 3zun coming back together, be that in a happier AU or in a fierce corpse AU post-canon (And all the colours will return to these hills / Where the dust of despair takes hold / One day they will drink from these now still waters / Where there's a will there's a road / It won't bring back lovers and friends, / But it might make for a happier end)

Coming Down by Halsey (I drew a comic here)

Gone Gone Gone by Phillip Phillips and this one is perhaps more Xichen @ NieYao than 3zun mutually, although in an AU where they've reconciled it work (When you fall like a statue / I'm gon' be there to catch you / Put you on your feet, you on your feet / And if your well is empty / Not a thing will prevent me / Tell me what you need / What do you need? / I surrender honestly / You've always done the same for me / So, I would do it for you, for you / Baby, I'm not movin' on / I'll love you long after you're gone)

Keep Moving by The Boxer Rebellion - a general sense of inevitability but clinging to each other in the time they have (One by one / I know we have seen some things / That could have torn us apart / Threaten what we have been / And I have asked myself / What could be more then this / And if you left me tomorrow / It is all I know I'd miss / But I know... / Keep moving with me now / Keep moving with me now / We have seen / The way its gonna be / The way its gonna be)

[summerwritesfics]

⛓️Shower Me With Your Love

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1737 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Shower Sex, Body Writing, Aftercare, Body Worship, Bathing/Washing, Gentle Sex, Anal Sex, Kissing, Biting, This one’s kinda soft for kinktober lol Kinktober Day 20: Shower Sex + Body Writing + Aftercare + Body Worship

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Notes: Another short one today ^^ A soft one too 😘 God I can’t believe there’s only 11 more days left ;0; Idk what I’m gonna do once this is over tbh, my entire life for the last few months has been Kinktober.

Kuai groaned as Hanzo felt him lean against him. He chuckled softly, kissing him on the temple as he helped guide Kuai towards the bathroom. He was taking it slow, aware that things had gotten rough and there was no doubt Kuai was starting to feel it. He was only lightly limping, but Hanzo still felt better helping to hold him up.

As they entered the bathroom, Hanzo didn’t waste time messing around. He shut the door and locked it behind them, before taking Kuai’s hand and walking him to the shower. The black writing scrawled across various points of Kuai’s body stood out as much as the red marks left by the rope. Hanzo had written in Japanese for some words, and others in English. It was just things like “slut” or “whore”, things Hanzo knew his husband had no qualms with being called. He was mean, but he didn’t want Kuai genuinely hurt by his actions.

He would love to let the ink stay a little longer, the idea of Kuai trying to hide the lewd words and phrases all over his body was immensely appealing, but he knew that wasn’t really feasible at the moment. The sooner they got in the shower, the easier the ink would be to wash off.

Hanzo reached into the shower, turning it on. He watched as Kuai held a hand out into the shower, waiting for the water to turn an acceptable temperature. It didn’t take long for the water to go hot, and steam to start rising from Kuai’s skin. He rolled his eyes, but stepped in anyway.

Hanzo turned around and went to grab some soap and a cloth. As he collected the items, he watched as Kuai stood under the stream, face tilted up and eyes closed. He looked so at ease. It felt like a shame to disturb him, but that ink wouldn’t clean itself.

As he began to walk back, Kuai’s eyes fluttered back open and he looked over with a smile. Hanzo got into the shower, and Kuai immediately wrapped his arms around Hanzo’s shoulders.

“Someone’s needy tonight,” Hanzo chuckled, letting Kuai press their lips together. Meanwhile, he began to wet the cloth.

“I love you.” Kuai kissed Hanzo repeatedly, and it was so hard to keep his attention on pouring the soap on the cloth.

“I love you too, I hope you always know that.” Deciding everything was ready, he put the bottle aside, and placed the cloth against Kuai’s chest, where the word “slut” was scrawled across. “No matter what we do in the bedroom, no matter what I call you, I love you.”

“I know,” Kuai sighed. He closed his eyes again when Hanzo began to gently rub at the ink. “As Johnny would say, Kawaii in the streets, Senpai in the sheets.”

Hanzo let out a barking laugh at Kuai saying something so ridiculous. “You, my dear, spend far too much time with that man.”

Kuai smirked, leaning forward to nuzzle their noses together. Hanzo’s hands ghosted along Kuai’s chest, easily gliding with how soaped up they were. Gods, he loved Kuai’s chest. His pecs were so defined but not solid, he loved just touching and feeling them. He looked down, the degrading word that had been there faded so that you could only just make it out.

“You truly are perfect, you know that right?” Hanzo questioned as he began to trail kissed along Kuai’s neck. The other man moaned at the action. Between the kisses Hanzo whispered, “every. Single. Inch. Of. You.”

“Hanzo,” Kuai whined, cradling Hanzo’s head and pushing his body closer. Hanzo mouthed at Kuai’s flesh, tongue gliding along flesh where the soap had been washed away. “Elder Gods, we were just at it not 5 minutes ago, you can’t possibly be horny again already.”

“Not horny,” Hanzo claimed, even as he felt himself beginning to stiffen again. He started going lower, trailing the cloth around to find the next word to rub from Kuai’s body. “Just can’t believe I’m with someone so beautiful.”

“Oh hush.” Kuai tried to sound exasperated but his giggle gave him away.

“Never,” he growled, kneeling in front of Kuai now, scrubbing at a mark on Kuai’s thigh. He reached his free hand around to grab Kuai’s ass, gently kneading the muscle as he rested his face against Kuai’s other thigh. “I will never hush when it comes to tell you how beautiful you are.”

He squeezed Kuai’s ass and began to kiss along the inside of Kuai’s thigh. Above him, Kuai brought an arm up to his face, covering his eyes with his forearm. His mouth was visible, and the dopey grin on his face was worth the world and more. The way the water traveled down Kuai’s body was mesmerising, especially as it began to bead and drip down his cock. There was a mischievous part of him that wanted to point out Kuai was also growing hard again, but decided not to.

He grabbed Kuai’s hips, gently turning him around so he could get to the words written on Kuai’s back. As he turned, Hanzo found himself face to face with Kuai’s ass, and he couldn’t help but lean in to lightly bite it. Kuai jumped slightly while gasping, before looking over his shoulder.

“Excuse me?” He asked in a scandalised tone. Hanzo couldn’t help but chuckle and nip at him again.

“How can I help myself when your ass always looks so biteable?” This time however, he kissed Kuai’s cheek instead, and the other man moaned slightly.

The next word was written just above Kuai’s ass, looking like a tramp stamp. He brought the cloth to it, as he buried his face back into the skin of Kuai’s ass cheek. His teeth sunk in again, and he felt Kuai’s hand reach down to grab his hair. Looking up, the word was gone, and now there was only one left, between Kuai’s shoulder blades.

He groaned as he stood up, wondering when he became an old man who made sounds of discomfort whenever he did a basic physical activity. Once he was on his feet, he made quick work of brining the cloth to the word. His other hand reached around to Kuai’s chest again, cupping one of his pecs. Hanzo’s lips found Kuai’s neck as he continued his worship by kissing down to his shoulder.

He rutted against Kuai’s ass, cock hard enough for it to be felt.

“I thought you weren’t horny again?” Kuai teasingly questioned, although he pressed back to rub against Hanzo’s crotch.

Hanzo let go of Kuai’s chest, hand trailing down his torso until he was grasping Kuai’s cock. Like he previously observed, his husband was also rock hard. He laughed at the embarrassed squeak Kuai gave.

“Seems I’m not the only one.” Hanzo nipped at Kuai’s ear, removing the wash cloth and throwing it to the side. He then pressed his hand between Kuai’s shoulder blades and pushed him forward. “We should take care of this shouldn’t we?”

As Kuai’s chest met the tiles, his hands came up to either side of his head for balance. The water was still pouring down them both, as Hanzo reached for his own cock. He guided himself toward’s Kuai’s entrance, still slick from their prior activities. He began to push in, and Kuai gasped, his hands clenching slightly as he did.

Hanzo was slow, savouring the feeling of Kuai’s tight hole for not the first time tonight. He felt his pelvis come to rest at Kuai’s ass. He reached one hand up around Kuai’s chest, one hand once more finding Kuai’s chest and squeezing while the other reached down for Kuai’s cock. He didn’t think they’d last too long this time, too wound up still, but that wasn’t the point. The hard and fast fucking had been done for the night, now it was time for the soft sweet love making.

He began to thrust gently, moving his hand along Kuai’s shaft as he did. Kuai softly moaned, turning his head slightly, lips pursed and searching for Hanzo’s. He wouldn’t disappoint him, and he lent forward to capture Kuai’s lips with his own. Their tongues danced together as Hanzo revelled in how Kuai clung to his cock.

“Hanzo,” Kuai groaned between Hanzo’s kisses, removing one of his hands from the wall to run his hands through Hanzo’s wet hair. He pushed Hanzo closer, kissing him deeper somehow. Hanzo was definitely not complaining about that.

His hand was gliding along Kuai’s cock, himself finding a rhythm with his hips. The fingers on his other hand were plucking at Kuai’s nipple gently. He had been right about not lasting too long, he already could feel himself approaching a climax. Given the fact he Kuai began to roll his own hips, he wasn’t far himself.

He increased the speed slightly, not to an extent the movements became rough, but just enough to seem a little desperate. He felt Kuai’s cock twitch in his hand, and Kuai pulled back from the kiss to moan loudly. Cum dripped down to the bottom of the shower, where it was quickly swept away by the current of the water. Kuai clenched around him as he came, and Hanzo shuddered at the extra pleasure it added. His hips jerked forward in a single movement, and seconds later, he was coming as well.

He slipped out, gripping Kuai’s arm and putting it over his shoulder. He turned off the shower, and lead both of them out, careful not to slip. He set Kuai down on a chair, before grabbing the biggest fluffiest towel he had and throwing it over the Cryomancer. Kuai wrapped it around him, head poking out, looking like an adorable burrito.

“Now,” Hanzo began, leaning down to kiss Kuai’s forehead again, “what else can I do for you?”

“Hm, I’d love some tea and chocolate,” Kuai happily sighed, although his brows drew together and he gave Hanzo a strange look. “I do hope you intend to dry yourself off first though.”

“Of course,” Hanzo replied, reaching for his own towel and beginning to rub himself down with it.

“Good.” Kuai lent back, pushing himself against the back of the chair, and snuggling up under the towel. “Can we cuddle too?”

Hanzo chuckled, as he worked to dry himself. “That’s ones a given, Snowflake.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too.”

[badwithten]

〉yuta x fem!reader

〉word count 1.1k

〉warnings vaping, drinking

〉from my 500 follower event

���for @fruityutas​ ok so i was excited to write this but then actually writing it i dont think i did a great job? the concept is better than the drabble tbh. i still would love to hear what you think of it though + im super excited to read yours if you’re still going to do a rockstar!yuta au

The wolf whistle thrown in your direction immediately made you tense up, with cautious eyes you turned to see who it was from. But right away you relaxed, releasing the tension as you were meet with the smile of your boyfriend.

“Don’t do that” You gave him a light punch in his shoulder, smiling regardless as he tugged you in for a hug. “You scared me”

“Sorry baby” He still holds onto you as you lean back, tugging on his arms to pull him forward. “I didn’t mean to” A soft kiss is placed on your nose before he gives you a light kiss on your lips, leaving you following him for more but he pulls away. Still holding onto one of your hands as he leads you out of campus and into town.

Your warm hands are a harsh contrast compared to his cold rings, in fact, your whole demeanour is the opposite of his. His bleached and shaved hair, ripped clothing, pierced and inked body. It was a tough look, one that often got him in trouble with his family or even got him a beating or two. Not that he didn’t love the attention. But you hated cleaning up his bloody lips and kissing his bruises.

But that didn’t change your love for him. He was soft to you, treating you like you were glass. People had warned against him, but after hearing his band play at a local bar, you were intrigued. Never once had he hurt you, broken your heart or made you cry. He was good to you.

You stayed by his side as you made your way to the familiar building of Taeils apartment. It wasn’t long till said member was opening the gates for you two to enter. Greeting you with his lovely smile and scream laugh as he always did.

“You made your boyfriend late again” He joked as he patted both of your shoulders but you could tell there was some realness behind it.

“I guess I’m more important than ‘Superhuman’ then, aren’t I?” You could see the pain through his smile as he opened the door into his apartment for you. Once again you were bombarded with smiles while you felt Yuta leave your side.

“Yo,” Mark called from the couch, a cloud of smoke blocking him from your sight.

“Mark” You smiled and joined him, the end of his guitar leaning over your lap. He flapped the vape away to give you a proper hello and you both discussed the latest lecture of your psyche class.

“Boring” But it didn’t last long as Johnny came and sat on the coffee table, across from the two of you. “Do you guys talk about anything else?”

“Damn someones a salty college drop out” Yuta was quick to defend you, nudging in between you and Mark despite the little room left on the couch. His cup was filled with some sort of vile liquid that you didn’t want to question but he downed it quickly. “Where is Sicheng anyway? I can’t believe I wasn’t the last to arrive”

“I know it’s a miracle. But if Sicheng doesn’t hurry up, I’m going to lose my mind. I cannot have Mark and Johnny in here any longer” Taeil was the last to join you four, taking his seat on a nearby beanbag.

“Hey, what is that supposed to me?” Johnny and Mark spoke almost in unison. It wasn’t long until the bickering started and reminded you of how special these boys are to you. It was never quiet around them, either one of their mouths was running off or the loud noises of their instruments creating music. But it was nice, you were able to sit comfortably in silence next to Yuta, playing with his picked fingers.

The conversation is interrupted as a flushed Sicheng finally busts into the cramped apartment, out of breath and hair a mess. He struggles to hold papers and bags in his hand as he walks in and dumps them on the nearest surface. He’s quick to get a telling off from Taeil, which you don’t know if he deserves considering the state of the rest of his apartment. But Sicheng quickly brings the attention back to something more important.

“But guys! It arrived today, he finished it, on time surprisingly ”

“I’m glad something was on time today” Yuta groans as he stands up to look at whatever Sicheng is talking about. You join, still attached by the hand. You can’t tell what it is, a large disk wrapped in newspaper, but the boys seem excited.

“Let’s put it on before we start” Johnny suggests as you all make it down the hall into the room Taeil had dedicated for practice. A large set up of speakers, instruments and microphones decorated the room. A mess really, but it all felt correct and in place. You were quick to ditch Yuta and sit on the old Lazyboy in the corner. Watching as they all crowded around the drum kit. Sicheng had flipped it over and began unscrewing but your view was disrupted by Mark and his guitar still in hand. It wasn’t until they all stepped back and placed the drums in place that you saw what it was.

A new drum front, instead of the worn-down white of the previous one, had the bands logo and name printed on it. ‘Superhuman’, the paint dripping down, messy scribbles surrounding. But it was perfect. It represented them. This felt like the stepping stone to something bigger for them and you couldn’t help but be happy for them. Be happy for Yuta.

With new energy in their step, they all set up their equipment, Sicheng making himself comfortable behind the drums, Mark and Johnny tunning their guitar, Yuta plugging in his bass and Taeil setting up the microphone.

Their music shook the room, you were sure Taeil’s neighbours must have hated him. But his voice was heavenly, soft contrasts compared to their rough music. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes focused on Yuta. His beanie had been lost somewhere, hair sticking to his sweaty forward, tongue pushed out in concentration as he danced in place, swinging his body with his bass. You could feel their music in your chest, rocking your entire body with the message of it all. You knew one day they were going to blow up. Move out and stop recording songs in their friend’s apartment and instead, a proper studio. Perform at sold-out shows and not just local bars. And you were happy to know that you would still be by Yutas side at the end of it all.

[hatsukeii]

One where y/n has been obviously in love with Tsuki since they were kids and not afraid to show it, but he’s always been lowkey mean to her and thinks she’s annoying and then finally years later she decides he’s not a nice guy and let’s him know she’s fine with all that crap and then he realizes he’s falling for her and does something really sweet for her and they fall in love? 😭😭🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ty in advance. Sorry if this is too long or specific, if it is, feel free to ignore

I genuinely hope you didn’t think I would actually ignore this<33

IM SORRY IM A MASTER PROCRASTINATOR ILY ALL AND YOU ALL DESERVE AN APOLOGY FROM ME

Dear diary//Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Cursing

Genre: Angst??? I guess???

Summary: He’s an ass, but you still love him to bits, and it’s killing you.

July 16, 2008

Dear Diary,

I got to play with Tsukki again! He had his dino with him, it was super cute! He told me his front teeth came off last night, and there’s a big hole in his teeth, but it’s okay, because he said it will grow back. I tried to hold his hand while going down the twin slides but he said it was sweaty, so next time I’ll wear gloves!

You flip through the hot pink diary, cringing at your young infatuation. Your diary entries were cringey as fuck, but they always rekindle something within you whenever you read them. You can’t even remember when you stopped writing in the book. Was it when you turned 10? Maybe 12? You don’t have a single clue.

April 30, 2011

Dear Diary,

Tsukki refused to marry me in the playground at break:(( I’ve known him for so long though, aren’t we supposed to get married? I just wanna hold his hand and hug him and give him a biiiiig kiss<33

Chuckling at the memory, you recalled the event from that entry clearly. You were seven years old only, still an immature kid. You still thought that getting married in a middle school playground was a huge milestone in life, almost as crucial as a legal marriage.

May 29, 2016

Dear Diary,

Love how Tsukki didn’t even remember my birthday:,) Must be nice getting made fun of. Half the students in my class felt my second hand embarrassment from when he completely forgot about it. God, why am I even in love with this asshole? I’m gonna have to go to school tomorrow and deal with all my classmates making fun of me for being hopeless. Brb, currently digging a hole for myself:)

Frowning at the memory, you think back to when you were twelve. He was an asshole then, still is an asshole to this day. And yet not an ounce of your unconditional love and support for him has faded. Grabbing a tissue, you wipe the remaining tears from your eyes, ignoring the dried tear stains on your cheek. Your hand slams onto the bedside table, lazily feeling for your phone. Tilting it towards your face, you sigh at the empty lock screen, accepting defeat. Flicking through the rest of the book, you are welcomed by pages and pages of white. “So that’s when I gave up on this diary...” you mutter to yourself as you lift yourself up from your bed. Heading towards your desk, you absentmindedly grab yourself a pen, notebook in hand. Slamming the diary down, you open it up to the next entry page after your last one, gently placing the tip of your pen on the first line. You grab your hair out of frustration, the ink bleeding into the thin paper. “What to do, what to do...?” You mumble, starting to form sentences in your notebook.

July 17, 2020

Dear Diary,

It’s been a while hasn’t it? Holy shit, all my entries were about Tsukki weren’t they? Jesus, of course they were. At least I was able to get it off my chest this afternoon. Telling him that I’ve been in love with him for years, that was fucking terrifying. Telling him that although I know he’s an ass, an animatronic dick complete with ballsack, that won’t stop me from falling harder, it was gut wrenching, but also relieving to a certain degree. I’m still waiting for some form of response, although I’m not sure I’m gonna get one anytime soon. I can’t decide whether telling him was the dumbest or bravest decision I’ve made. Maybe it was both. Just wait until I look back on this entry like a decade later and still cry about it lmao. Tbh he’s a genuinely nice person at heart. I know that all too well. He may be an ass most the time, and he may think I’m annoying, but despite how hard he tries to push me away, I’ll never abandon him. Jesus Christ, I sound like a yandere here, but it’s not that. It’s that I care for him a lot. Maybe even a bit too much. It’s ridiculous how absolute and utter shit a crush can make you feel.

Throwing the pen down, you flop back onto your bed, huffing into the thick blankets. You stay silent, not sure of what to think of the situation. “I’ll just deal with it all tomorrow, I’m tired of this shit.”

On the other side of the incident, Tsukishima is currently going through a mental crisis.

The blond sits at his desk, eyes unwavering, but focusing on nothing. It feels as if he hasn’t blinked in what seemed to be hours. Just hours of staring at his wall that led to nothing. Your confession plays in his head nonstop, like a broken record that refused to run out of battery.

“The thing is I like you. I’m pretty sure I always have. And I know that you’re such an asshole and all that, you won’t treat me as well as people would expect, but it’s fine. I’m fine with all that. All the dumb, stupid, careless insults you’ll throw at me, the side eyes and sneers, telling me to shut up and go away, I’m fine with it. I know you’re a good person, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Well shit what the fuck do you want me to say?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

Maybe he should have let you down slowly.

But as he stares at his wall, the photos of the two of you framed and balanced on his floating shelves, he starts to reconsider his feelings.

The way your expression faltered then as you hastily took your bag and rushed away without a single word, the way you avoided him in the halls, the way you stopped talking to him throughout the day, it drove him crazy. He couldn’t handle the realisation that he hurt you so incredibly badly, so now all he can do is stare at his empty, blank wall. Did he know why he felt that way? No. He didn’t and still doesn’t. He’s Tsukishima fucking Kei, the emotionless, provoking, unlikeable king, yet a mere girl is somehow able to mess with his mind so badly, that all he can do is wallow in regret and confusion? What is this weird feeling? His throat itches, his heart is beating like crazy, sweat starting to gather around his temples. He clamps his two hands together, slamming his forehead onto them and squeezing his eyes shut.

How could I have been so dense?

How was he unable to see that you were absolutely in love with him? Even with the bento boxes, birthday gifts, constant compliments, he still only ever thought you liked him as a friend. However he never did. He likes you more than that. Way more. Yes, he thought, and still thinks you can be annoying at times, especially when you nag at him about not eating enough or being rude, but it was undeniable that there was something else he felt. But his stupid ass shitty ego would never let him admit it. And now that you finally confessed, he freaked out and fucked up. Even then, he didn’t think it would affect him to this extent.

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you (Y/N).”

He says that over and over again, desperate to cloud out the disagreeing thoughts in his head that scream otherwise.

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

The guilt didn’t go away.

In fact, now that he’s said all that, he feels even worse. Oh how much he wants to find you right this second, wrap you in his arms, tell you how incredibly sorry he is, but he can’t. He doesn’t deserve to do that. His heart is begging for him to just get out of the house and run to yours as fast as he could, but his body won’t move. He wants to cry. Scream. Shout. Throw something. Shatter something. But most of all, he wants to get another chance.

Picking up his phone, he hesitates, before typing in your contact, the cleared out, empty chatroom showing up on his screen. Going as fast as his fingers could, he typed out the one sentence he’s been dying to let out.

“It was a middle school crush, but I’m still into you. I always have been.”

Is it just me, or is this bad-

Idk man it seems like all my fics are pretty much the same and I hate it😌

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I’m back to writing lmao I’m bored in two week quarantine rn

Edit: cue me realising I was half asleep and missed something in the request don’t be surprised if I repost this💀💀💀💀

Btw the hq manga just ended time to cry

💕💕💕💕

[cafeinthemoon]

Tobirama with a talented s/o who succeeds in a jutsu he’s struggling to create 😜

So my fics are now organized and I’m back with the requests! Yay! I want to apologize for this huge delay, but it was necessary. I’ve had some stuff to solve in my personal but now everything’s ok

This was requested by anon (sorry anon, and I hope you haven’t forgotten about it lol) and I wanted it to sound like a filler episode of Naruto to me, so I’m going to write as if it was one, ok?

Fandom: Naruto | Tobirama Senju

Symbols: 💗 | ◻ | ▶▶

Of course, OF COURSE it had to be this GIF

It has been some days since you’ve noticed it

Tobirama has always spent long, lonely hours in his office, whether studying/improving old techniques or creating new ones. Man is always occupied with something

But this time is different: not only he has been spending even more time alone there, among his scrolls and notes, but he was also more grumpy brooding than usual

As if it wasn’t enough, he, who used to focus on what he had at hand, now seemed�� distracted, something you never thought to be impossible

Tobirama has been ignoring anything that had no connection with whatever the task he was performing in his office. Yes, he has done this before, but now it was getting worse

He was barely eating (and when you entered his office to take his bowl it is full just like you’ve brought it to him)

He was coming to sleep later and later, and almost never opened his mouth to talk to you

You waited for it to pass like it’s just a phase but it didn’t happen. You started to think of taking some actions

And you decided the time for it has come right after he did something unforgivable: in the middle of a conversation, he just left. HE JUST LEFT

TOBI WHAT THE HELL

You can take many things, almost everything (and living with this man even Hagoromo would doubt all the things you had to take for the sake of love), but this has gone too far

Now you had to find out what was going on

So you followed him and before he closed the office’s door, you stormed inside it and demanded an explanation…

Well, the explanation you got was not a verbal one: you looked around and found yourself in a sea of scrolls and ink

Of course. A new technique. And an extremely complex one, judging by the amount of ink spent on those drafts. That also explained why he has been so tired lately

You needed to know what kind of technique was that to steal him from you for so long, so before he had the chance to stop you, you grabbed one of the scrolls close to your feet and examined it... And what you saw there almost made you laugh

That jutsu he has been struggling to finish was yours. YOURS LMAO

You created that jutsu years ago, but the need to use it never came. So when you started your relationship with Tobirama, you didn’t mind telling him about it (you kinda forgot it tbh)

Yeah, it was funny as hell but you didn’t want to hurt his pride, so you calmly asked him about it

He sighed and told you the story from the beginning: during one of his last missions, he noticed that his team had some difficulties while dealing with a specific situation. This struggle could be avoided in their next missions if they had a technique like that at hand, so he decided to create it in order to teach it to them

However, the task was being more difficult complex than he first expected, and this was stealing his sleep

You loved this man and his dedication to his young team, so that instead of concentrating on his failures, you thought of this and said you could help him since you knew exactly what he needed

And you did it in the most obvious way, at least to you: you made the hand seals and performed the jutsu

But apparently this was the worst thing you could have done, because now he was not just confused with his own failure but also irritated that you were able to do it so easily

“Of course I would be able to perform it, Tobi, since I’ve created this jutsu”

Tobirama fell silent at this… just before starting to argue that this is not exactly the jutsu he was trying to create, that his idea for the technique was more aligned to another element because bla bla bla bla bla

Nothing in this world would make this man admit he was wrong, this you always knew, but GOD THIS IS SO IRRITATING like why couldn’t he just say it ????

You tried but you couldn’t help getting involved in a fight that only didn’t end up destroying the room because you left first

An entire week passed and you treated each other as strangers. Tobirama managed to create another jutsu, different from the original plan but efficient anyway, but still weren’t going to apologize. You, on the other hand, weren’t going to do it either if he’d keep insisting on this

Surprisingly, it was his team that saved your love that time: that week could have turned into a month if two of his students who went on a mission with you didn’t talk to the others about your jutsu, that was finally proved necessary

You just came back and were at the village’s entry and the rest of team met there. Tobirama came to see his students (and you ofc) and ended up hearing their excited conversatio. One of them turned to him and asked why he didn’t tell them about that jutsu before. He just said he didn’t know about it, otherwise he would have told them

You just gave him that look but said no words

Later, when you came home, you continued in silence until you went to sleep. Only then, Tobi turned to you and said your technique was indeed impressive and that he was content that you managed to protect his young team with it

Knowing him as you did, you understood it as an honest apologize

You know, it was never easy for someone like Tobirama to acknowledge when he was surpassed by someone, but sometimes he did it. And for you, it served as a proof of love 💜