#i scribbled these for friends last minute LOL

[hihello-pinky]

part one ,, last part

i’m still stuck on Sight part 4 but heyyy i got kinda inspired to make this pt 2.

will post part 3 hopefully before the year ends lol.

not edited/written at 3am

8:50 PM

suna watches as osamu guides you out of the restaurant with a hand on your lower back. he hears atsumu whistle across him. “i swear to god, if my idiot of a brother won’t make a move on y/n, i will.”

he resists shaking his head, knowing that atsumu already has eyes on someone else, but he doesn’t bring it up. instead, his brows furrow, concern about you starting to cloud his mind.

he’s always been observant of you. it was only after he began dating hani that he started to spend less time looking at you. that was a few months ago and yet, he wonders why he wasn’t able to tell that you were feeling unwell.

“are you okay, love?” hani asks beside him, breaking him out of his reverie.

“yeah…”

something passes along her face but he’s not able to catch it and what it can mean. instead, hani gives his hand a squeeze. he knows it’s meant to be reassuring but to suna, it feels as if he’s being held back from running towards something that he has always wanted.

QUESTIONS

suna always looked forward to practice and to say it’s purely because of volleyball would be a lie. sure, he loved the sport, but his excitement towards practice was amplified by something else – the thought of seeing you.

he wasn’t sure when he began to develop feelings for you that crossed the boundaries of platonic friendship. maybe it’s the way that whenever you would pass by their room, you’d look through the window and give him your sweet smile. maybe it’s the way you would always scold the twins during lunch whenever they get engrossed in their banter rather than eating. maybe it’s the way you would tie up your hair in a messy ponytail during practice, hands busy scribbling down notes on your manager’s pad.

suna wasn’t sure but by the beginning of sophomore year, he knew in his heart that he liked you.

on that particular day, you arrived at the gym a few minutes late and he was surprised to see that you weren’t alone. another girl was with you. as you introduced to the team that she’s your friend from student council, he could feel her curious eyes on him.

hani nakamura was her name, you said.

that day after practice, he noticed you and hani pass by the convenience store where he and the twins stopped by at. he immediately but subtly went ahead outside, only to see a glimpse of you blushing as you talked to hani.

he couldn’t help but think that the two of you were probably talking about boys, hence your blush. isn’t that what girls do? that night, when he got home, suna began playing scenarios in his head on how best to confess to you.

8:55

“i’m tired,” hani says softly as she rests her head on his shoulders. it snaps suna out of his thoughts, a reminder that he’s already dating the girl beside him, who, unlike you, will never play with his feelings.

he strokes her hair gently. “should we go?”

her response is a pout and a cutely-said “yes please.”

around him, his teammates fake barfing. “you two lovebirds are so cheesy! get out of here!”

suna is unable to resist his smirk as he shakes his head. “we’ll go ahead. y’all better also leave soon before you get wasted.” to atsumu he says, “except you, idiot, since you’re already wasted.”

hani giggles beside him as she links her arm with his. they both walk towards the parking lot, hani excitedly talking about everyone’s reactions when they told them about their relationship.

once they reach his car, hani murmurs, “oh no…”

“what?” suna’s instantly alert, “what’s the matter?”

hani looks at him sheepishly as she says, “i need to run to the restroom. sorry, love. be right back!”

suna exhales in relief and smiles. “okay. be careful. i’ll start heating up the car.” he waits for her to disappear from his view before he turns towards his car but before he could open the door, something catches his eyes.

it’s you inside osamu’s car, legs bent towards your chest, body shaking. and though he can’t hear it, he knows you’re crying.

he feels a little pain by his chest as he resists the urge to run to you, to comfort you and ask what’s wrong and to just make sure that you’ll be okay.

instead, he shakes his head and refocuses on his car but not after mumbling to himself, “stupid osamu and his non-tinted windows.”

EXPECTATIONS

it felt as if the universe was against suna’s plan of confessing his feelings to you. whenever he tried to get you alone after practice, something comes up and then either you or he would need to go ahead.

it was beginning to frustrate him. it didn’t help that on your non-busy days, your friend, hani, was always tagging along. after the first time, hani’s visits during their practice frequented and it soon became apparent to suna how close the two of you had become.

an idea suddenly came to suna.

since hani was close to you and it seemed as if she would never leave your side, what if he befriended her? maybe she could even give insights on and help with his confession.

he didn’t let the thought sit too long in his head; by the next time hani accompanied you to practice, suna started a random conversation. this would soon mark the beginning of their friendship.

suna admittedly only talked to hani in hopes of getting help confessing to you but what he didn’t expect was for him to actually get along well with her. once their friendship had reached a comfortable level, he finally decided to open up to her.

what he didn’t expect was the words that would leave hani’s mouth. “oh, suna-senpai, are you sure? i’m not sure if it’s my place to say, but…”

she was looking at him with sympathetic eyes, making suna feel foolish as he replayed what he had shared – about his changing feelings at the beginning of the school year, about the hints you’ve been dropping to him for the past months.

he awkwardly scratched at his nape. “well?”

hani bit her lip. “y/n-senpai actually likes someone in the volleyball team. you’re actually very close to him, maybe that’s why she was being too close to you as well…”

the end of her sentence was blurry to suna as he watched across the court how you playfully interacted with osamu.

suna’s eyes hardened as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “i see.”

11:42

suna couldn’t fall asleep. it’s been a few hours since he dropped hani off at their house but he’s still wide awake, his eyes fixed on the dull ceiling of his room.

thoughts of you swarm his mind.

after that conversation with hani many months ago, his treatment towards you never changed. he was mad at first but then realized that what you did to him had the same intention as why he even approached hani in rhe first place; the stark difference being he didn’t intend to toy with the girl’s heart.

nonetheless, he let the matter go. you were all still young and stupid anyway, and at the same time, he got too pre-occupied with his budding relationship with hani.

still, it bothered him. the sight of you sobbing in osamu’s car wouldn’t leave his mind. what could have happened to make you have a breakdown like that?

he contemplated on sending you or osamu a message just for his peace of mind and before he can decide who to text, his phone rings.

his eyes widened once he saw your contact id. he stared at it for a few more seconds before swiping right.

“y/n?”

“… hey, suna. i didn’t think you’d pick up.”

he hated how you sound stuffy but chose not to comment on it. “well… what’s up?”

a barely-concealed sniffle. “c-can we talk?”

“okay, sure. go ahead.”

“no, i mean in person. the 12th convenience store?”

he smiled at the mention of the place. “okay. see you in a few.”

“see you.”

once you hang up, suna dropped his phone on the bed and immediately went to get his favorite hoodie.

the same hoodie that you’ve been asking for him to give to you ever since he let you borrow it on one rainy afternoon.

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou #haikyuu fic #haikyuu!! #suna angst #suna rintarou angst #suna x reader

[fbfh]

curiosity is a wonderful thing - chapter 1

wc: 2k

genre: slice of life, slow burn, best friends to lovers

pairing: slowburn best friend ben! x fem daughter of alice!reader, current audrey x ben

warnings: audrey being a bitch, unnecessary amounts of tea, ben being ben, mildly implied nd reader

summary: after a junior royal council meeting, you hype up your best friend Ben to tell his parents about his plans for his first proclaimation as king.

song recs: main titles 1 2 & 3 - descendants score/david lawrence, cheshire kitten (we're all mad here) - sj tucker

a/n: THE NEW SERIES IS HERE!!!! I am so excited for this, it's been one of my comfort indulgence daydreams for the longest time so I'm really elated to share it with y'all. BIG FAT FANGZ TO CICI FOR BETA READING!!!!!! and fangz to you guys for reading!!!!! I hope you enjoy lol <333 have an optional outfit. as a treat.

tags @dustyinkpages @demirunner @strawberry-cake1 @kiara7777 @yesv01 @magcon7280

Audrey was shocked when Ben had first told her that you and he weren't dating. She knew that you were friends, best friends at that. Everyone in Auradon did. Everyone also knew that what you had between you couldn't possibly be just platonic, not with the way you look at each other, how much time you spend together, or how intimately you speak to each other. It’s like you have your own language.

Everyone in Auradon knows this, with the exception of you and Ben, apparently. Even now, in the middle of a junior royal council meeting, Aziz shares a pitying look with Herkie at the way Audrey holds onto Ben’s arm while he goes over the agenda. Neither of them miss the way her gaze flicks between you two, trying to see if you’re stealing glances. You’re seated at his right hand side, like you usually are, as he goes over the last few items on the agenda for the meeting today and try to pay as much attention as you can. You scribble in your notebook as he does, nibbling at a tea biscuit and trying not to miss any of the important bits. 

“...Facing a longstanding struggle to keep up with the increased demand of the textile industry,” Ben says, skimming through his papers. He glances up, and he knows no one is really paying attention except for you. “Looking to open up a- a more collaborative process of dialog with key workers in the textile industry, and unified front between all the major groups who paved the way to textiles as we know them today, while also compensating for the rise in automation.” 

Across the table, Chad yawns. Lonnie and Melody pass notes between them, at least attempting to be subtle about it. You listen to Ben continue to update everyone on the ongoing current events in Auradon, and your pen drifts away from taking notes as you do, and begins to scribble little shapes in the margins of your well loved notebook. Your other hand moves down under the table, adjusting your pale blue skirt and tugging at the elastic of your black and white striped stockings. Ben’s gaze flicks over to you as you adjust in your seat, tugging at the puffy sleeves of your white blouse a moment later. He can tell you’re starting to get fidgety, which means it’s about time to wrap all this up. Plus, he has a suit fitting in ten minutes that he can’t be late for, or else Lumier will probably char something by accident. 

“Negotiations are still in progress, and of course, we’re looking for any way possible to avoid an embargo. I think that’s the last thing anyone needs…” Ben trails off with a chuckle, only to be met with silence. He looks back at his paper, trying to find his place before the silence gets anymore awkward. Before he can, he hears you let out a puff of air in agreement. 

“That’s quite an understatement.” You smile up at him, catching his eye before you each return to your respective papers. Your Wonderlandian accent is comforting, like a familiar friend in a tough crowd. People have described your accent many ways, most concluding it’s somewhere between british and transatlantic, but you don’t think you have much of an accent at all. Ben says you do, and you trust his judgment on the topic. Audrey maintains a tight smile on her face as Ben gently frees his arm from her to look through his papers in more detail. Once he’s sure he’s not missing anything, he goes through the usual motions of wrapping up a junior council meeting. 

“All party planning committee members are welcome to hang back, the floor is yours,” He says to Audrey, gathering up all his papers with a smile. “Everyone else, thank you for your time as always, and have a good evening.” 

Ben heads to the door as people start to funnel out and make conversation. Audrey waits as the other people on the party planning committee move up the table to sit closer to her, glancing at you as you put your notebook, pens, notes, and teacup back into that teapot shaped bag you always carry. It’s enchanted with Wonderland magic, and it makes her uneasy. She thinks you should just get a tote bag, or backpack, like a normal person. 

“Bunny,” Ben calls from the doorway, getting your attention with the nickname he’s had for you for years. Her train of thought quickly turns away from bags as  you look over, noticing it’s time to go and scurrying over to him. She watches you both talk quietly and head to wherever you’re going next, trying to ignore the quiet, burning jealousy seeping up into her. It’s nothing new, she reminds herself. She knew you two were best friends when she got together with her Bennyboo, so she knew what she was signing herself up for.

“Are we ready?” She asks curtly, turning towards Jane. She refuses to spend another second worrying about you, and instead, she channels all her energy into sifting through streamer sample colors. Whatever you two are doing can’t be as important as this. She’s sure whatever you’re discussing right now during Ben’s suit fitting is just meaningless small talk. Nothing of any importance. 

“I… truly don’t think you could have picked a better, more impactful first proclamation, Ben.” You conclude with a sip of raspberry tea. A wave of relief washes through him as he pulls on the blue suit jacket for Lumier to tailor. 

“You think so? Because, I-I’m only going to get to do this once, and-” 

He’s cut off by you nodding solemnly. 

“What better way to pave the way to the future than mending rifts of the past?” You ask rhetorically. 

“Yes!” Ben exclaims, letting his hands fall to his sides with a smile, a gesture you mirror. “You get it…” 

“Of course.” You smile at him, and it’s quiet for a moment as you take another sip of your tea. “You know your parents will…” You begin, but Ben is already nodding. 

“Oh yeah.” He agrees. “I wrote down everything from the pros column, and ideas for everything in the cons.” 

“Good,” you say, encouragingly. 

“And I have a great mission statement.” He adds, and you can see him getting fired up. You know how much this means to him, how much of his heart he’s putting into helping as many people as possible and being a good king to everyone, even the citizens on the Isle. If you know Ben - and you’re sure you do by now - you know how he can start to overthink things right before a presentation, even an informal one. He’s as prepared as he’ll ever be, and you have his back. He knows this.

“Oh, I meant to ask,” you say breezily as Lumier enters, “how are things going with Audrey?”  

You wiggle your eyebrows at him, sending him a comically scandalous look. He laughs as you wave hello to Lumier, and you think it’s the first time he’s relaxed in the last 30 hours or so. You flip through your journal, selecting a few pictures you took recently of flora in Wonderland, doodling their leaves and stalks on a mostly blank page. He laughs, hanging his head at the unexpected nature of the question, and Lumier pulls out a tape measure to begin the alterations of Ben’s suit. 

“You’re really- we’re really going to go there?” He asks through a smile. You look up at him, nodding. 

“Mhm.” You confirm. He can’t say no to you, he never can. 

“Okay. Uh, yeah things are good. With me and Audrey.” 

“Good,” you smile, looking up from your paper. He wonders what you’re working on, and always looks forward to seeing your little drawings. Even the ones you dislike, he finds beautiful. He tries to think of what else is going on with Audrey. 

“We, uh… we have a date later this week.” 

“Sleeve.” Lumier interjects, moving Ben’s arm.

“Oh, how fun!” You smile. 

“Head.” Lumier turns Ben to look out the large windows. He thinks for another moment, struggling to find anything else Audrey related to talk about as you distract yourself with the expression of a pouting mushroom you’d gotten a good picture of last time you were in Wonderland. Before he can think of anything else his eyes land on the Isle. His mind wanders toward how forgotten everyone out there must feel. You look up at him, following his gaze. 

“I know.” You say softly. You’ve discussed the Isle and its’ residents at great lengths, both finding a greater deal of compassion for them than most people seem to have. 

“How is it possible that you’re going to be crowned king next month?” Comes King Adam’s booming voice as he and Belle enter from the patio doors. 

“Hello, dear,” Belle smiles at you, resting a hand on your shoulder as they pass, approaching Ben, and you smile a greeting back up at her, and begin putting away your notebook. As close as you two are, you can’t expect anyone but the royal family to be in the room during discussions of Ben’s first proclamation. Both you and Ben knew this had to be a conversation between him and his parents, and as much as you both might like it to be, it’s not really something he can do with you by his side. You scurry past him, sending him an encouraging look. 

“You’ll do great.” You say, your voice just low enough for him to hear it. You touch his arm encouragingly until Lumier shoos you away, not wanting anything to jeopardize the way he finally got Ben’s shoulder to lay on that side. Ben locks eyes with you as you leave. It’s only a moment, but those three words, that one little gesture from you have him more ready than ever. He prepares himself with a breath. 

You’ll probably sneak off to Wonderland for a while, like you usually do with any pockets of spare time you find, so you’ll get to update him on the feud going on between the bluebirds and inchworms by the time he’s done. He takes comfort in that, knowing that even in the worst case scenario, even if everything goes horribly wrong, you’ll still have some fascinating Wonderland stories for him, just like you always do. He finds great comfort in the thought as his parents approach, and knows two things; it’s time for him to begin stepping up, and that you have his back all the way. 

You close the heavy wooden door behind you, walking a few feet down the hall so you don’t accidentally eavesdrop. You sit down against the wall to wait for Ben, and your mind drifts to Wonderland, as it so often does. There’s a peace there, something you’ve never been able to find overland. It calls to you, like a sailor’s heart calls to the sea. You wonder if you have time for a quick trip, just a few minutes in paradise, but you know it’s never really just a few minutes. Time works differently in Wonderland than it does in overland, and it’s unpredictable. The last thing you want is not to be here when Ben is done talking to his parents. 

“I’d better not…” you sigh. Being here for Ben is more important right now. He’s your best friend. So you settle into your little spot in the hallway, smoothing out your blue skirt around you. You reach into your teapot shaped bag, pulling out a small white porcelain teacup with little violets on it, and a matching saucer. You think for a moment about what kind of tea you want right now. Hibiscus, you decide, with a touch of honey. You tilt the spout of your bag, letting the perfectly brewed cup of tea fall from the spout. You take a sip, leafing through your homework to see what you can bore yourself with to pass the time. You don’t know how long Ben will be in there, and you don’t care too much. You’re sure he’ll do wonderfully, and that’s really all you care about right now. 

#descendants #descendants fanfiction #descendants x reader #ben florian #ben florian x reader #ben florian fanfiction #daughter of alice!reader #it's gonna get so good #I love me a good canon compliant fic lmao #curiosity is a wonderful thing

[oh-saints]

as a fellow ruben girlie here, i'm so happy for the anon! imagine seeing ruben's ass live 👀 BUT HERE ME OUT BESTIE can you please make something out of her (incoming) experience? pretty please? 🥹

you. did. not?!?! BCS YOU WON'T BELIEVE HOW FAST I MADE THIS i really need to stick with closing the request box bcs i've been getting so many 😭

signs

you hold up a sign that caught rúben’s attention… and he takes it in his liberty as a sign from the universe.

rúben dias x you

word count: 1.2k (short one because this is sort of a comeback/warm-up piece lol)

tw: brief mention of alcohol

note: this is inspired on this fellow ruben girlie’s incoming experience but let’s just think of this as manifesting *good things* from front row, yeah? as usual, i happen to write during work so this is ofc not beta-read. feedbacks are also welcome! i'm so torn on whether or not to be writing a follow-up to this tho><

your girlies’ idea of bachelorette party was, for the lack of words, non-traditional.

instead of penis-shaped cake and lipstick scribbles across the face or a heavily-drunken trip to and from the strip club, you were flying to Portugal to catch the male national team on action. per the soon-to-be-bride’s words, it was her last chance to fawn over handsome men she never gets the chance to have before settling with the reality that her fiancé is nowhere near the delicious set of men with stubbles and godly bodies.

in reality, you have to agree with the sentiment. there’s no way an ordinary girl like you, no matter how much you try to dream waking up beside rúben dias, is going to end up with a someone that shares one room with Cristiano Ronaldo in the camp. best choice you can have is probably the goalkeeper from your office’s football club.

so who are you to reject the offer of the front row access to see those muscular thighs up close and personal?

however, what your friends didn’t tell you about was the fact that the embarrassing element was going to still be present. it just wasn’t in the form of the lap dance you were getting from the strippers or the walk-of-shame you had to do when you walk out of a club pretty smashed.

it came in the form of the sign boards the upcoming bride had especially prepared for this very day.

everyone was designated for a sign board with different words respectively. it wasn’t provoking enough but the blurred lines were pretty obvious to imply you and your peer group were sexually frustrated in front of these hot guys. quoting the matron of the event, “there’s nothing wrong in trying to get their attention.”

but you’d like to think that wobbly walks you had to endure from the taxi to your flat on the 3rd floor would be much better than holding up the sign in your hands now. well, anything is better than waving “Marry me, Dias! I got the energy of a stallion!” placard from the side lines, to be honest.

you swore under your breath that if the bride wasn’t your best friend from the university days—who was truly having the time of her life, by the way, with the way she was screaming cancelo’s name like tomorrow’s ending—you’d ditch this event immediately. no matter how much you initially wanted the exquisite view of these stunning guys running and drenched in sweat sexily for 90 minutes.

“here, drink this.”

and you didn’t think twice before downing the bitter liquid from the flask another friend of yours managed to sneak in. how she did it—you didn’t want to know, but you got to admit there was a reason why she was the valedictorian. you needed the instant adrenaline injected to your bloodstream because there was no way in hell you were going to lift up the mortifying stack of words sober.

the alcohol effected the way you took on your surroundings, obviously. albeit you were still not as loose as the others, you came to accept your defeat when you started screaming for rúben, too, in the way the future bride was screaming for cancelo and the valedictorian for felix.

people around you were definitely throwing you and your girls various looks. some were disgusted at the dirty words indicating the bride’s dirtiest fantasies on cancelo—which you admitted went a bit too far sometimes—some were also laughing whenever she casted a curse on the opponents tackling the right winger. some others shook their heads in confusion because why the fuck was there a group of thirsty women in a very manly event?

but you could care less. your friends were having the best moments in their lives and you were not going to be a bitch about it. you were not going to even acknowledge the second-hand embarrassment you were internally having because of your friend’s peculiar antics, which had intensified as they ran out of liquid contents from the shared silver flask belonging to the valedictorian.

the rest of the girls—not you, who’d taken in a considerable amount of alcohol compared to others and could now be considered their sober friend—reached their peak when the whistle blew on the final minutes. the winning atmosphere kind of encouraged those crazy ladies to jump in their seats with their assigned sign boards. you even had to stop another friend of yours from flashing her boobs in public because dealing with police in a foreign country was the last thing in your bucket list.

you pleaded them to come down from their seats, as well. in your defence, they could fall off the seat flat on their faces and a swollen bride and her entourage were definitely not welcomed on the wedding day. but they didn’t give a shit about it and laughed at your face for not soaking up the moment as good as they were.

you turned away from the crazy bunch by facepalming your face, the tip of your thumb was massaging the space between your eyebrows. you thought it was working to ease off the headache, for suddenly the girls went silent in the background.

but you realised it wasn’t the case at all when you heard a familiar voice that you used to listen on several man of the match interview.

“hey, kid,” and you had to look up to make sure your head wasn’t playing tricks on you. “here’s for you.”

rúben was actually standing behind the barricade placed between the field and the audience seats. his hand was stretched to give the shirt he’d worn today to the little kid beside you, who’d been flailing his own sign board of can I have your shirt? throughout the match. the kid jumped at the opportunity, his father behind him thanking the football player for his generosity, and you were blinded by the smile etched on his face as wide as the Mississippi river.

you didn’t bother to blame your humiliating friends for shutting up anymore because you were as stunned as they were.

“and you, my lady,”

you turned your head to spot the person behind you, the one the defender was pointing at, so ready to congratulate whoever the lucky woman was for being able to entice the rúben dias’ attention. but you were met with bunch of men instead, shouting parabens, rúben!

so you twisted your body again, this time towards the towering number 3, with a rather perplexed expression because his line of sight hadn’t moved an inch from where you stood. your nearest friend was one or two feet away from you, and noticing how flustered you were in figuring out his call was meant for you, rúben let out a small laugh but enough to make your entire body trembled with overwhelming warmth.

“yes, you, the one who wears joao cancelo’s name on the back,” and that could be your entire team, for it was the bride’s request to wear her favourite player’s number. “I think you’d suit my last name better, no? your sign says you ask for it anyway.”

every power evaporated from your legs right away.

#this is for you ruben girlies #anon asks #oh-saints answers #oh-saints writes #oh-saints writes requests #ruben dias #rúben dias #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias blurbs #ruben dias drabble #ruben dias drabbles #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias oneshot #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fics #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fanfics #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n #footie #footie fic #footie fics #footballer x you

[sungbeam]

[𝟖:𝟒𝟓𝐏𝐌] — yang jungwon x gn!reader

0.4k words, inspired by taylor swift's you belong w me (literally took the scene right from the mv lol), angst-ish

Yang Jungwon watched as you rolled your eyes for what seemed like the fiftieth time within the span of five minutes. He couldn't understand how you could deal with your boyfriend yammering in your ear for that long, but he did enjoy the frequent times you pulled the phone away from your ear to let your boyfriend rant away without you having to die listening. 

But you must have hung up, because you tossed your phone behind you onto your bed. You collapsed into your office chair, head in your hands. 

Jungwon frowned. Both yours and his bedroom windows faced each other, curtains left wide open. Ever since Jungwon had moved here last year, he had formed this sort of distant friendship with you, across the alleyway of your houses. 

He reached for his small white board, quickly scribbling in big letters R U OK? He brought it up, knocking on his window to get your attention. 

Your head lifted. 

Jungwon smiled at you, dimples forming in his cheeks as he watched you take out your own white board to send him a reply. 

TIRED OF DRAMA, you wrote with another roll of your eyes. 

I'M SORRY :(, he scribbled back.

You could only shrug in response. That seemed to be your response regarding a lot of things lately, especially your boyfriend. Jungwon hated your boyfriend, not just because he treated you like shit, but because… well, Jungwon thought he could treat you so much better. 

No one really knew or paid attention to him at school, but everyone knew you. They loved you. They thought you and your boyfriend were the "golden couple" or something dumb like that. Clearly, your relationship wasn't as golden as it seemed. 

Jungwon sighed, tapping the back of his marker against the board. "You should just do it," he muttered to himself. His heart pounded as he uncapped his marker and began to slowly draw out the letters. I Love…

Only, he was halfway through when he caught movement from your end. You had written something new. R U GOING TO HOCO?

He felt like a fool for thinking you were about to ask him. NO, STUDYING :(

WISH U WERE, you wrote back with a sad smile. 

What did that mean? Jungwon reached for his phone, wondering if he should call you or text you, or maybe even phone a friend. 

But you thought he had ended the conversation, and you half-heartedly tugged your curtains closed. If only you had seen how Jungwon's face fell when you had shut him out again, phone in hand, searching up how to tell you that he loved you for the thousandth time. 

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[itsnotmourn]

CONCEPTS AND RAMBLINGS | "animal" cult pmv extras

thank you everyone for liking my pmv (and on yt and twitter) !! i got more attention than i thought it would and that means the world to me! <33

here’s some of my concept art + rambles for it!

the first thing i made up, the character designs!

i didn’t think to refine them because they were good enough to use LMAO... so i scribbled colours down, threw a filter and called it a night

i wanted a sharp change from the verses and chorus (since the song goes from calm to... louder) so i made it greyscale (with a red filter) that changed to brighter colours!

also changed the text font/colour for ignacio hmm. the font was hard to read, in my opinion.

ignacio's design

ignacio loses his bandage colours because that was too many colours for my liking… i completely forgot his hair highlights tho

ah and he doesn’t get a mouth until the fire scene too…

it was only meant to be done for a few frames but i thought it be cooler if it was consistent.

the missing mouth represents his repressed feelings/silence, or something like that.

skidad's design

i got a few questions on whether skidad was a goat. despite looks, skidad’s design is actually based on the herbiadean/jacob sheep! four horns!

i have drawn skidad as a jacob sheep before as well!

look at them ominous friends.

the resemblance to goats is something i considered as well (links with cult/sacrifice) so i think of it as a fun bonus

i gave him wolf teeth because the whole “wolf in sheep’s clothing” but also because i like it when prey animals are given predator features

i left the body as "human" because i only wanted the face to be censored… i considered clawed/darkened hands too but nah

skidad was originally going to be lined like ignacio, but i liked the lineless look for him so voila! makes it feel like he’s “not bound by anything”... actually, this is the same reasoning for the match to be “out” of the border, even though it’s ignacio’s hand

storyboards

i rarely storyboard (most are locked in my mind) but i figured it'd be fun to try!

halfway, i got bored of drawing digitally so i moved onto my notebook. i think it was a good decision; since i drew with my ink pen, it forced me to move on with my mistakes instead of clicking "clear canvas" lol

i had a pretty solid idea of what i wanted after weeks of listening to the song over and over again. the only thing that really changed was the mirror, which was replaced with a shadowy ignacio

the coloured thumbnails i actually did first, just to figure out out what i’m doing for the chorus part… limited palette my beloved

i didn't know where to put the text so i was scribbling everywhere lol

ratio changes

in the chorus, the ratio of ignacio and skidad’s frames changes! it’s more obvious if i combined them together, like this

less for ignacio, more for skidad

did you notice that the fire in this shot look like the cult ?!!! why did i do that, you ask? well:

the fire is the same “red”as the robe

too lazy to draw fire without abusing motion blur

mmm symbolism idk. it's somewhere there

it wasn’t in my plans but i’m happy i made the choice in the last minute. this was the last thing i needed to finish before syncing it up with the music

also this… i just wanted to point it out… make sure everyone knows... did you notice this? did you? did you did you? well now you do!!!

that's it !!! that's your trip into my mind!! okay byeeeee !!

#even though i gave my own reasons; i welcome any other interpretations! #/gen !! i'm very interested to hear! throw an ask or in the reblogs! #[ mourn's mourns ] #[ mourning pmvs ] #[ the art of mourning ] #spooky month ignacio #spooky month skidad #not apologising for the absolute chaos of my writing... its rambling for a reason........ /J LOL #i won't be free from skidad videos ough #but now im starting university so i guess they won't be out anytime soon HAHAHA #hope you enjoy reading this!

[sl-vega]

✧Sticking to the Script✧-07

⋆｡°✩ 07-rebound already?

"Sorry about that, those were just my friends." you sighed as you put your phone into your pocket. You looked at Xingqiu again. "Thanks for agreeing to help me study by the way, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, anything for you." he replied as the two of you walked into the library. You chuckled and playfully hit his arm "Anything for me huh? Look at you being smooth."

The two of you settled at a table, and Xingqiu pulled out your chair for you. You got your textbook out of your bag, and Xingqiu took out his notes, and two pens, one for him and one for you.

"You need help with your English paper right?" Xingqiu asked as he sorted through his binder, looking for notes that you would find useful. You nodded, giving him your thanks as he handed you some lined sheets.

"You're doing a unit on Shakespeare?" he asked, underlining a few things on his paper. You nodded "Yeah, we're doing a joint unit with the drama department, we're analyzing Romeo and Juliet. And my essay is due tommorow!" you wailed, slamming your head on the table.

Ms. Lisa, the librarian, shushed you from her desk. You whispered an apology to her as you picked up some of the papers Xingqiu set aside for you. "Are you analyzing anything in particular?" he asked, still sorting through more notes, he got out a highlighter.

"Mainly the famous quotes and stuff. Our teacher also wants us to talk about the use of opposites in the play. We're supposed to cover at least one scene from each act." you explained as you watched him take more notes. His handwriting was so neat and pretty, even when it looked like he was just scribbling down words.

He handed several sheets of paper to you, some papers included scenes from the play handwritten by him, word for word. He also highlighted certain bits of the text, and made sure to include modern English translations for you at the back of the pages.

"These are my notes from last year. We did a unit similar to this. Sorry if it's a little messy."

You stared at the page, the blue ink had zero smudges and the sheet had little to no crinkles in it. "If you think that this is messy, just wait till you see my notes." you chuckled. "I know I already said this, but I really appreciate this."

The two of you continued talking, Xingqiu continuing to take notes for you, highlighting important parts of the text and explaining their meanings for you. Once again he had made an hour seem like a few minutes.

"And that's what Mercutio meant when he said 'Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man." Xingqiu explained, finishing off his analysis to you.

"That also foreshadows his death doesn't it?"

"Exactly! See, you're picking up on this so quickly." XIngqiu praised you as he started to pack up his stuff, placing his papers into his folders and his pencil cases into his back pack.

You glanced at your phone to check the time. "You have to go already?" you asked, feeling slightly disappointed that he had to leave.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll see you this weekend though, I promise." He gave your hand a quick squeeze. You felt your stomach drop as you saw him exit the room.

Promises can be hard to keep Xingqiu

Xingqiu put his phone down and rubbed his temples. "You okay?" whispered Kazuha.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Xingqiu replied.

Archons he was in deep

additional notes:

-FINALLY GOT ANOTHER CHAPTER OUT

-so sorry for all the slow updates y'all

-i'm trying

-i was writing for another smau i have coming up

-my commitment issues will be the end of me

-holy hell this chapter got a tad deep

-KAZUHA CAMEO

-they're both in their english class during the xingqiu + kazuha scene btw

-lol not y/n being a drama queen cuz she's upset that she has to wait three whole days before seeing xingqiu again

-you guys don't have any classes together btw

-that blue flower gif means that i'm switching povs mid chapter btw

-i went thru sm different versions for this chapter

-ty to @EggosForBreakfast on wattpad for proofreading this for me

-you should go follow them

-also ty to all my readers: @washa, @kasasim, @wisteriabl00m, @rebeccavsabrina, @nmriki0, @rainycafereader, @slu7, @melatoninsblog, @anticlarckwise, @esmetrees, @sn1perz, @littleheartbigbrain, @aldertree-g, @thebiggesthutaofanever, @lilac-sks, @amir8623, @freyao7, @mystic-alex, @myaaaajoy, @tartagliascummdumpp, @green-ginkgo, @lillyinfandoms, @charles-braindump, @samsamsam7, @leynita, @uuyuomi/@mwahkazu, @pwrson, @practicoi, @thatoneswordgirl

-names in bold mean i couldn't tag them

-dw that's just a one time acknowledgment to everyone who liked the original master post, you won't constantly be tagged like that, but if you want to be removed just tell me

-i'll totally understand <3

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✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

(OPEN) Taglist: @freyao7, @thatoneswordgirl, @sn1perz, @latay7, @esmetrees, @nmriki0, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @httpsrenren, @cupid-spams, @aixaingela, @kaitfae, @luvkvni, @danhenglovebot

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[gayjosh]

♡ Billy Hargrove × Male Reader ♡ [nsfw]

Top Billy, sub reader, mostly fluff + a bit of smut <3 (got a bit carried away, it's a little longer than expected lol)

CW: Bullying/teasing, no prep <3

Fem/Minors DNI!

You always wanted to tell him how you felt, but it was impossible. There was no way you could ever tell him. Even if you had the courage, he'd probably beat you up for saying something so ridiculous. He acted so incredibly straight. He'd never like you back.

Your head was clouded with thoughts of kissing him and cuddling him as you sat at your desk, staring starstruck at the incredibly attractive Billy Hargrove, who sat a couple seats away from you, to your right and towards the front of the class. He was scribbling something on a piece of paper. Your mind suddenly went to the thought of him fucking you, and you immediately blushed, feeling hot. Billy turned his head to look at you, briefly making eye contact before you turned you head away and looked down at the book on your desk.

You scanned the page, pretending to read but not being able to take any of the information in as all you could think of was the fact that he'd caught you looking at him. You nearly hyperventilated thinking about what he'd do to you for staring at him, when suddenly a large hand smacked down onto your desk, grabbing the book and tossing it on the floor.

Fuck, you thought, recognizing the rings Billy wore. He kneeled down, looking at you from across your desk. Nobody else in the class noticed as the school day was almost over, giving the class a few minutes of very loud free time. Some guys in the corner were playing a card game, another group were gossiping, and three girls were running around the class throwing paper balls at each other. Everyone was incredibly excited for school to end today, as the dismissal bell would mark the beginning of spring break.

"Why were you staring at me, pretty boy?" His low voice breaking your focus on your surroundings, now only thinking about him and how close he was to you. You blushed thinking about that pet name he'd given you. He stood up, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him, his silver rings slightly digging into your skin. "Hmm?"

"I, umm.." Your eyes widened, looking at his beautiful smile.

"Why are you lookin at me like that?" He said, his face closer to yours and his voice a bit softer. He was still smiling. You looked back up into his eyes, and his pupils dilated, a very faint blush spread across his face.

You gulped. "Uh, you, I- I guess I'm... I mean..." You stuttered as you looked down and noticed he was hard. Your eyes quickly darted back up and met his. "You're just r-really pretty, I guess. I-I'm so sorry, I-"

Billy scoffed, smiling wider and moving his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your lips. It was almost like he was trying to tease you. He reached into his back pocket and took out a folded piece of paper, slamming it down on your desk. "Meet me at my car after school, pretty boy." He stood back up, maintaining eye contact as he placed his hand on your cheek for a few seconds and smiled at you before walking back to his desk.

You took a moment to gather yourself, breathing heavily at the interaction. You touched your cheek where he had, closing your eyes and blushing. You remembered the note, rushing to open it and excitedly reading the words written messily with blue pen.

Dear pretty boy,

Movie at my house. Bring a friend or two, if you don't mind an audience.

Love, Billy

You smiled, folding the note back up and holding it to your chest. You opened your eyes, slightly jumping in your seat as the bell rung loudly, followed by excited yells and stomping of students stampeding out of the classroom, down the hall, and out of the school. You were last to leave walking down the hall behind the crowd, calmed and pleased by the note.

You made a beeline for Billy's car. There he was, leaning against the passenger side door, smoking. You blushed, walking up to him. He smiled, his eyes wide and twinkling, as if Billy forgot he was supposed to be cool for a split second, before they returned to their normal position.

"You came. Fun," He grinned, winking at you as he opened the door for you to get in, dramatically gesturing to the seat. You sat in the car, setting your backpack on the floor between your feet and getting comfortable as Billy slammed your door and got in the car. He put in the key, but hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing as he turned to look at you.

"Did you want to bring anyone with you?" He asked expectantly. Wait, he was serious about that? You shook your head. "Hmm. Don't wanna be seen with me, is that it?" He laughed, half-joking.

"No, that's not why," you chuckled. You looked deeply into his eyes. "I'd love to be seen with you. But I think we should start our break with some alone time." That seemed to satisfy him. He scoffed unbelievingly and licked his lips, smiling as he pulled out of the parking lot before speeding down the street towards his house.

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You sat on the couch as he put Halloween into the VHS player, then he turned off the lights and sat down next to you.

You could barely focus on the movie. Not even 15 minutes in, his arm was around you and his other hand was rubbing your thigh. You cuddled up to him, slightly moving your hips to get closer to him, and your hard cock rubbed against your jeans, causing you to moan softly.

"Oh, damn.." Billy groaned quietly in reaction to your moan. You blushed, embarrassed, and buried your face in his neck, taking a deep breath. His hair smelled really good, and so did his cologne. You let out a small whimper.

"Okay, get up." Billy demanded, moving his arm.

"What? W-Why? Did I-" You nervously tried to oppose him, but he shushed you, smiling. He picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carried you to his room. Your face was so close to his. You could kiss him right now.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he tossed you down onto his bed, positioning himself over you. "God, you're so fucking hot." He put his hand on your face, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb, looking deeply into your eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it, hesitating. "I have something to tell you." You looked up at him expectantly. "I... I love you, pretty boy." He blushed, moving away and sitting on the edge of the bed. You lay there for a second to process what you just heard before sitting next to him.

"Billy? Did... Did you really mean that?" You asked, smiling. He nodded and then scoffed. "Unfortunately, yeah." He joked.

"Wow. I didn't- I mean, I... I didn't know you were, uh... You know." You chuckled, putting your hand on his thigh.

"I didn't really either. Not until I saw you." He paused. "To be honest, I... I never really liked anyone. I thought that was just how it was. But when I saw you, I realized I was trying to be attracted to people I really just wasn't attracted to. You're just..." He laughed, laying down and staring at the ceiling fan, watching it spin. "You're a special guy, y/n. I mean, I knew I liked guys for a while, but I don't like all guys. But you... You're one of the few I'm actually into."

"Aw. Billy, that's so sweet. I didn't think you were capable of being sweet. I've been dreaming of you saying something like that for such a long time." You both laughed, and you laid next to him and cuddled up to him.

"God, I'm really hard." Billy said, breaking the silence. You blushed. You were too. He stood up, grabbing you by your legs and tugging you to the edge of the bed. He leaned in and kissed you softly. "I love you." He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, grinding his cock against yours.

"I love you too, Billy." You moaned. He whispered a small 'fuck', standing back up to undo his belt and take out his cock. You looked at it, and your eyes widened. It was huge. "Uh, I... I don't know if you're gonna-" You were cut off by him kissing you again as he took your pants and boxers off. He pulled away, panting as he rubbed his cock against your hole. A drop of sweat rolled down his face, falling onto your stomach. "You said you've been waiting a long time?" He said, pressing the head of his dick into you. "I've liked you since freshman year, pretty boy. Remember the first time I bullied you? I dumped a carton of milk over your head." You smiled, blushing at both the memory and also the feeling of his cock being just barely inside of you.

"I never knew how to tell you I liked you, so I just bullied you." He leaned in again. "But I just couldnt wait any longer, pretty boy." He kissed you, pushing into you. You moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his mouth. He moved down to kiss your neck as he slowly started fucking you. It hurt a little, but it felt so good you couldn't even process the pain, just moaning and crying his name. "Oh, fuck, you're so g-good~" He struggled to talk as his thrusts lost rhythm and sped up, and you felt his cock kick. "I-I'm gonna- Oh, fuck..." He shook a little and kissed you deeply as you felt his cum pump into you. You grabbed his head, returning the kiss and wrapping your legs around him. After a moment, he finally stood back up.

"Fuck, babe, that was... Damn." He laughed. "Sorry. I was a little quick. Just really desperate." He looked at you adoringly. "How about we go clean you up and watch that movie?" You nodded, smiling. He smiled back and gave you another soft kiss.

You had definitely been wrong about Billy.

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#stranger things x male reader #billy hargrove x male reader #billy x male reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove fluff #mlm #gay

[deryuj]

Follow the curves

You wish you could focus on your case but truth be told, Connor is far too distracting.

(Or Connor is helping you with your case while you sketch him in your notebook instead)

Rating: General audience

Ship: Connor x gn!reader

I started my summer job and realized I have a lot of free time so I actually wrote a fanfic because I was bored. Enjoy!

p.s. Last time i wrote a fanfic was in 2017 and english isn't my first language, lol.

It's been three hours since you stepped your foot into the squeaky clean department. Also, it's been two hours and fifty-five minutes (minus ten minutes you spent making yourself a coffee and five minutes you took for a bathroom break, which was an excuse to just get up from your workspace and do something different) since you made yourself comfortable by your desk and started working again with the weird writings and drawings you found last night at the apartment, left by what you suspected was a deviant. Looking at the same set of lines for hours turned them into uncomprehensive scribbles and doodles at this point so you couldn't make anything out of them anyway. You needed to do something else rather than stare absent-mindedly at the same page for the next five hours until your shift is done.

You wish you could say you were going in circles with this investigation but honestly, there was no circle you could even walk in in the first place.

How frustrating.

With a soft sigh, you turned your gaze to your right where Connor sat way before you even arrived, his blue LED shining and flickering as his brown eyes stayed glued to the screen. It was funny that for an android he insisted to use computers to scroll through information like the rest of the DPD did. He didn't have to, it was probably more time-consuming and less efficient to do so, but somehow it was so endearing that he makes sure to act as human as possible and blend with the rest of his coworkers.

You haven't really spoken to him today though, he was assigned to you strictly because of the notes you discovered, it was the longest you have been in his presence, which is a bummer. Usually, you would see him casually follow Hank like a puppy, hand folded behind him, long legs easily matching his anger, quick steps, and a soft smile that was always plastered on his face. You weren't sure if he was designed to always smile or chose to do so, but you decided to believe that he wants it that way. Now though you could see that soft smile and adorable chocolate cowlick up close with him working mere centimeters away from you and you couldn't help but smile yourself.

Cyberlife sure did a great job designing him.

Connor was the newest addition to the team, assigned to help the lieutenant in his cases, which definitely did not make him happy since he oh so loved his broody and lone wolf reputation. You were pleased though, you never had a chance to work with an android (and you kinda never exactly did until now). You liked Connor, maybe more than you'd like to admit, and you found yourself doubting the whole 'friendship' if you could even call it that. Yes, he was an android and he definitely wasn't programmed to like everyone (based on his previous interactions with Gavin) but somehow you found yourself hoping that after all the small conversations you shared he, at least, considered you a friend because he liked you, not because his program told him so. Were you even making sense at this point?

You let out a soft sigh, reaching out to grab a half-empty cup of stale coffee before your eyes glided back to working Connor. He hasn't moved from his stiff position since morning, his warm eyes fixated on the computer screen, subtle nose twitches, jaw tightened, smooth hand gripping the notes you wrote down yesterday as he silently analyzed the same set of information written in your handwriting over and over again before looking up at the computer screen, trying to find some kind of clue on what exactly the deviant was trying to write down or show.

As if it was that easy to understand the maniacal scribbles they left behind before running away.

He looked so focused, so eager to prove himself and his skills to everyone that he completely shut himself off from the whole department and new information from his surroundings for now so nothing will take him out of the process of decoding the messages. You were almost curious if by any chance he knows you're watching him so shamelessly or if he even realized that you joined him by your desk to help almost three hours ago.

He was cute, really cute, and in some way you felt a little weird with choosing this word to describe a grown man, or more specifically someone designed to hunt down deviants and do it without any hesitation.

You'd rather keep your observations to yourself rather than get embarrassed though that's what you told yourself with your inner voice.

You comfortably leaned against your palm, letting your gaze dance across all the soft and sharp edges of his profile. His small, pretty nose, freckled artificial skin, pursed, plush lips, and extremely long lashes. Someone put all these details down into this single design just to make fun of you and your silly little crush on an android, that you were almost sure has no algorithm that could by any chance make him like you back. It was stupid, really, but God was he too pretty to not like.

Never mind your earlier praises, you hated Cyberlife for this design.

You felt your cheeks heat up just from thinking about this, definitely not your smartest thought of the day.

You tilted your head to the side, your hair moving with your move as you glanced at him from a slightly different angle. Still pretty. Dang.

One line, second line, join these two with another line.

Without thinking much your hand danced across your handy notebook, your pen leaving gentle lines and curves as you tried to memorize his pretty features. You weren't an amazing artist but you could at least make it resemble him. That's all you needed to do. You needed to convey his pretty profile somewhere where it won't disappear, somewhere you'll be able to look at whenever you'd feel like it, and not when Hank would get up from his desk to go to your communal kitchen with his partner in hand.

You poked the thin paper with the tip of your pen, spreading small, inked dots across his sketched cheek, dragged curled lines from his eye down to his cheek to mimic his long curtain of eyelashes, and made sure that the curve of his lips was the curviest, kissable line you ever drew on paper.

Your silly attempts caused you to let out a quiet snort. I mean the sketch wasn't bad… it's just that you finally caught up with what you were doing that caused you to realize that you were acting like a lovestruck teen if not worse than that.

Stupid- said your more sober side.

You still proudly looked down at the small sketch of Connor that popped up in the corner of your notebook, it was no longer accurate though since the model decided to finally rise his honey-filled eyes away from the screen and face you instead, clearly curious about what made you laugh during a long, boring investigation.

"What's wrong detective?" Your eyes snapped back up at his seeking expression, right in the middle of him tilting his head to the side as he would usually do whenever asking a question and being actually curious about it.

Now what?

"Ah" passed your lips before you could catch yourself. What exactly are you going to tell him and make it sound not weird?

"You draw a lot?" He took your silence as an answer and leaned in to trail his eyes along all the sketched lines, his lips curling into a soft smile to your dismay, a soft whir erupting from his chest.

You silently flipped your notebook to the next page, lips pursed as you turned your face away from him to hopefully regain your ability to say something smart rather than babble while looking at his handsome face. And yet he still watched you, or more like observed you, analyzing your mouth twitch, gaze shift, and muscle tense. Clearly, he was getting what we would call 'nervous' at his seemingly failed attempt at making a small talk and you couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Sometimes, helps me think or get myself to reboot" He could somehow understand the concept, maybe because you used a techy word he had some experience with.

He hummed in response, shifting comfortably in his seat, almost like he could feel his muscles sore from staying in one position, and looked down at the blank page, as if the drawing was still there and he was still taking in every single stroke of your pen.

"You are quite talented" He seemed honest, maybe there was a hint of something else, and you couldn't help but chuckle. There was something so innocent behind his words, he almost sounded excited to face a new quirk humans had.

He always liked those. The quirks. Things that made people unique and so interesting.

"I guess once I retire I'll move out somewhere quiet and spend the rest of my life painting landscapes" You mumbled sarcastically, your eyes rolling as you tried to get Connor off his path to compliment you more. He would always be painfully nice to get people to like him and accept him in the department. It worked, sure but you don't need him to get you flustered at work where people can see. Especially where that asshole Gavin can see and use it to make you annoyed.

He let out another soft, vibrating hum at your small joke, leaning down to comfortably lean against his smooth hand. He was thinking, processing and rinsing your words to find a suitable answer to your lighthearted response and hopefully match your tone.

"That sounds nice, I'm glad that for now, I can enjoy your work here at the department." He replied and you let your lips form a smile at his response. I mean you could interpret it as if he wanted to work with you more. You wouldn't complain, your work quality would suffer though. Or maybe you're looking too hard into it.

"Have you tried drawing Hank before?" You let out a sharp exhale from your mouth, your laugh stuck somewhere in your throat, safe from being let out to the world. You weren't sure if it was a joke or not, if it was it was funny, if it wasn't then it was cute but still, you don't want him to feel bad for laughing at him.

Connor didn't mind, in return, his plushy lips quirked up into a bigger smile, doe eyes narrowing as the smile finally reached them while he happily watched you light up after working with papers.

"Don't know, I guess I'll ask him if he wants to model, sounds like a cute date" You wanted to continue the banter, it was somehow of an anomaly to see Connor try to joke like this, hopefully, you weren't expecting too much of him. On the other hand, hopefully, Hank didn't hear that because even though you two are friends he'll scold you for joking around at his expense and giving 'the android weird ideas'.

In return he let out a quick, soft chuckle before clearing his throat to get back to his professional self, his pale cheeks dusted with a soft, blueish color. Seems like he doesn't want to make you feel bad for laughing at you as well.

"Sounds like a lovely evening" He admitted before falling silent once again, his brown, gooey eyes now staring deep into yours, analyzing you. In moments like this, you were always envious of how he can pretty much see through you and see what you think while you're left with his pretty face and zero ideas on what might be going on through his head.

"Let's… check the notes again and work through it together" You finally suggested, trying to put the awkward conversation (on your part) behind the door and focus back again on your actual job. You let Connor shift closer to you, his shoulder bumping against yours as you flipped pages back onto the one with your infamous little drawing.

Seeing the real deal up this close made you realize how much longer his lashes actually are, how his lips are far more softer than what you left on the paper and how many freckles you haven't even put down on your drawing.

You should probably try again, maybe at home.

Maybe with him in your apartment.

#connor rk800 #detroit become human #connor dbh #connor detroit become human #connor detroit: bh #connor x reader #connor x y/n #connor x you #dbh #detroit: bh #dbh fanfic #dbh rk800 #rk800 x reader #other #fanfic #dbh x reader

[intheticklecloset]

Hi! For the Peppermint Mocha event, I was wondering if I could possibly request Asahi, Daichi, and Suga (from Haikyuu) and the prompt being that they’re playing a series of winter/holiday themed games and one of them is like, I don’t know if you’ve heard of the game Outburst, but like naming 10 things within a minute or two, and then adding a holiday spin of like, naming 10 Christmas carols or holiday decorations with a distraction (the distraction do be tickles). Totally understand if you don’t want to write this though and sorry I totally rambled lol. Hope you have a good day!

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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“Name five holiday movies,” Suga said, reading off the card in his hand before flipping over the timer.

To his left, Daichi dutifully and easily listed five holiday titles before his time was up. Then he drew a card.

It was the Christmas break after they’d graduated from high school, and the three former third-years from Karasuno had managed to find a single day to reunite and catch up and mess around like they used to in all of the chaos of visiting their families and whatnot. They had plans to go to dinner in a short while, but for now they were passing the time playing this game.

“Name five winter activities,” Daichi said to Asahi.

Asahi named three, then struggled with the last two so much that he ran out of time.

“I’m not used to thinking about winter sports,” he whined with a slight chuckle, reaching for a card.

“No one said anything about sports. The card said ‘activities’,” Suga reminded him.

Asahi pouted, then read off his card. “Name five Christmas characters.”

Suga did so, easily. When he reached for his card, he paused. “You know, this is almost too easy.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Daichi replied.

“Speak for yourself,” Asahi muttered, but he was grinning.

Suga hummed. “Why don’t we add a twist to some of these?”

“Like what?”

“Well, for example…” Suga glanced at the card. “Daichi, name five Christmas carols, and we’ll try to distract you.” Then he flipped the timer.

Daichi started, “Jingle Bells, Silent N-ihihihihihihight?! Whahahahat – hehehehehey!”

Suga grinned, digging into his ribs while watching the timer. “Five seconds!”

“Ahahaha! Uh…G-Good Kihihihihing Wehehehehenceslahahahas – Ahahahahahasahi!” Daichi protested when his other friend started tickling his opposite side. “You guhuhuhuhuhuys!”

“Time’s up!” Suga announced proudly, ceasing his attack.

Daichi let out a few leftover giggles and grumbled, “No fair…”

“Of all the Christmas carols out there, you thought of ‘Good King Wenceslas’?” Asahi asked, dumfounded.

“Not all of us struggle with basic concepts, Asahi,” Daichi teased, reaching for his side in revenge.

“Hehehey! I hahahahaven’t beheheheheen given a prohohohompt!”

But it didn’t matter, because soon Suga was joining in with Daichi, and then he and Asahi turned on Suga, who immediately dissolved into his hyena laughter when they scribbled at his belly.

“Ehehehehehehehe! Stahahahahahahahap!”

Daichi and Asahi exchanged amused glances. “He still has that laugh, huh?”

“Dohohohohohon’t make fuhuhuhuhuhun of mehehehehehe!”

But they weren’t, and Suga knew they weren’t, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of all three of their laughs as they took turns tickling each other just like the old days at Karasuno High.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #peppermint mocha event #haikyuu #hq #asahi azumane #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[gladdygirl18]

On spring break with my GF and our mutual friend and oh boy I've got some very tasty tea

Blue me, Pink GF, Red mutual friend

Since I'm covering some days of spring break, long post incoming

So once my dad and I picked up my GF and mutual friend to have spring break together (went to Atlantic City, it was awesome), my GF was all sweet and clingy (we haven't seen each other since last week since I went home last Friday)

Once we arrived at the hotel, we settled in, had dinner and just hung out for a bit (nothing much happened day 1)

Day 2, we went to the arcade and just got a shit ton of tickets. All the while, my GF kept kissing my neck and sneaking in little pokes here and there. After getting back from the arcade, we chilled in the hotel room for the remainder of the day and my GF and I just laid in the bed. At times, she would start kissing my neck and tickling me cuz I would cheat her out of a kiss (it was great 🥰).

Next day arrives and we just walked on the boardwalk, took a nice long walk on the beach, went to a candy store, and just chilled in our hotel room and played video games and watched YT for a majority of the rest of the day. My GF and I ended up spending at least a few hours together in the rom, just cuddling and making out (as per usual). After a while, my GF and I were just being goofy and she started tickling me just because (again, this has become a regualr thing between us now and I love it 🥰💖)

The next day, me, my GF, and our mutal friend are chilling watching YT. My GF lays next to me on the couch and locks my leg down with her own. FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT SHE WAS DRAGGING HER NAILS ACROSS MY FOOT AND ANKLE

WHYYYYY THE FUUUUCK ARE MY ANKLES SO TICKLISH WTFFFFFF 😆😆😆😆 I FUCKING LOVE HER OMGGG 😆💖🥰💖😆

It tickled like hell omgggg and I couldn't move! After a while, I think we went to the arcade again, and the 3 of us won a lot of tickets (over 15000 tickets collectively). Being the little brat I am, I kept being silly and cheating my GF out of kisses and playfully poking her every now and again. Then, she leaned in and said, "kiss me for real you coward." "or what?" "you already know.... I'll tickle you into oblivion~"

😳😳😳😳PLEEEEEEEEASE I WANT THAT SO BADLY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK OMGGGGGGG 😆💖😳😭

After we got back, the 3 of us stayed in the room and watched more YT. I forgot what started it (i think it was me lol 🤭😋), we had a pillow fight and omgggg it was so much fun! OH WIAT I REMEMBER NOW! We were playing SSBU and my GF killed me and out mutal friend 3 times and won! So we decided to attack her and she retaliated. It was so fun! After that, I had set down the pillow i was using back in the bedroom, and sat on the couch and watched as my GF and our mutual friend duked it out. Then this happened.

"Layla, wait"

"What?"

*glances at me and smirks* "she's defensless~"

both turn to look at me and grin

Then they both started attacking me with pillows. And my GF had the NERVE to hold me down while our mutual friend attacked me!

AHHHHHH IT WAS SO FUUUUUUUN 😆💖😆🥰🥰

After that while we were going out, we had a 10-minute talk on how neither of us had a pillow fight in ages and how fun it was

The next day, if many of you know, Akira Toriyama (creator of DBZ) recently passed away (may he rest in peace and power 🙏🏾💖) Our mutual friend told us and I was devestated. Like many, I grew up with DBZ; it was my childhood and to hear that the creator of DBZ died broke me. Later that night before going to sleep, I texted my GF, and I quote:

"Hey can I ask u smth? Just thru text for rn. Ik ur a bit eepy and I'm sorry to ask this of u but um...... necesito sonreir....... The sting of the loss of Akira is still a bit fresh and....."

It was a few minutes after I sent that text and was a bit disappointed when she didn't reply. When she clicked her phone off, she turned to me and hugged me tightly. And then, she starts kissing my neck and scribbling my sides, and my glommy state ceased to exist. She pulled away with a smile and asked "better hun?" "yeah... thank you"

The night before we had to leave, my GF and I had a very heavy talk about smth (won't get into it) and it's been smth we've been avoiding for a while, but at the end of the concersation, it was a huge weight off our shoulders. After the talk, I looked at my GF and asked, "Necesitas sonreir?" (Do you need to smile in Spanish) "...I'm okay, hun. What about you?" I felt myself blushing a bit and nodded. My GF sighed contently before tickling my sides and kissing my neck. I ended up tickling her too, hearing her pretty laugh. After that, I laid on her chest and said, "There, I got you smiling too." she chuckled before placing a kiss on my head.

After we got back to their house, all that happened were some little pokes here and there. Moring came (this morning) i was a very eepy girl and was refusing to get up. When I finally got up, I was getting dressed but was also becoming drowsey. My GF (already dressed and ready) says "Don't fall back on the bed or I'll tickle you to death~!"

IT HAS GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE SHE'S THREATENING ME WITH TICKLES DAILY WTFFFFFF OMGGGGGGG 💖🥰😆😭💖🥰😭😆 I LOVE HER SOO MUCH I DON'T DESERVE HER

And yeah, that was my spring break! It was really great and we all had a great time there! More TTS's soon, so stay tuned!

Tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @jettorii @otomiyaa @lovelymessybubbly @burningablaze @cutesmokes

#irl story #tickle tea stories

[rosiesramblings]

Tired

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 800ish

A/N: Here's a quick little drabble. Sorry it's shorter than usual, I just really wanted to write Steve at the absolute end of his rope as a ler but I am (like Steve) so fucking tired lol. I hope you enjoy!

It was the popcorn he felt being launched at his head that was really the final straw for Steve. He shook out the stray kernels from his hair before looking up at the ceiling and drawing the very last dregs of energy from his already-depleted reserves. It was now obvious that he wasn’t going to get any sleep until he took care of a certain hyperactive metalhead.

Springing up from his spot on the couch, Steve launched himself at Eddie and tackled him to the pillow-covered floor, to the alarm of the rest of the Party, who had been engrossed in the second Star Wars film playing on Steve’s TV.

“Stevie what the heHEHEHEHEHEHELL?” Eddie tried to ask, but his question became more of a scream-laugh as Steve started ruthlessly squeezing at his hips.

“I have had it with your bullshit tonight, Edward Munson,” Steve said in a carefully measured tone, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as Eddie’s eyes widened at the use of his full name. He spidered one hand up Eddie’s side while the other hand clawed at his tummy.

“Whahahahahat did I dohohohohoho?” Eddie wailed as he squirmed, obviously not expecting this particular turn of events.

“You fucking know exactly what you did, asshole. I’ve been dealing with your shenanigans all night. Obviously you wanted my attention,” Steve continued, tone still dangerously calm, his fingers methodical as he worked to take Eddie apart.

“Ihihihihi juhuhuhuhust-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I wanted a nice quiet place to watch a movie with my friends and eventually fall asleep after, quite frankly, a hell of a week, but you decided that wasn’t in the cards for me,” Steve said, worming his hands into Eddie’s clamped down arms with devastating accuracy. “I asked you, so nicely, to knock it off, but clearly, you have way too much energy. So, I’m gonna tickle you until you’re as tired as I am. And Eddie,” Steve leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, but they flew open when Steve dug his unforgiving hands into his rib cage.

“Jehehehesus H CHRIHIHIHIST,” he cackled as Steve ruthlessly vibrated his hands in the spaces between the bones. This was a side of King Steve that Eddie had yet to encounter. In the back of his mind, Eddie wondered if he had that same glint in his eye when he was facing down the demobats. “Ihihihihi’m sohohOHOHRRY,” he called out desperately.

“That’s nice,” Steve said carelessly. “But I don’t care.” One hand went back down to scribble lightly at his belly again, while the other kept squeezing his ribs. Eddie tossed his head from side to side, his brain trying to make sense of the conflicting sensations.

“Stehehehevie plehehehehehease,” Eddie begged shamelessly, tears leaking from his eyes.

“Since I’m feeling merciful this evening,” Steve started, slowing his hands a little so Eddie could comprehend his words. “I’ll give you a choice. Hips for two minutes, or everywhere else for ten?”

Eddie felt his face heat up. “Ihihihi cahahan’t - you’re fuckin mahahaking mehehe choose?” He whined, scrunching up his shoulders when Steve started tracing his neck with his blunt nails.

“If you don’t pick, I’ll just get both,” Steve threatened. “You have ten seconds.”

Eddie thought wildly, and came to the rapid conclusion that he wanted this ordeal over as fast as possible. “Shihihit! Fine! Hips, gohohohod, just get it over wihihihihihith.”

Steve wasted no time doing exactly that, grabbing on to Eddie’s hips and scratching at the bones in the most ticklish way. The sound that left Eddie’s mouth was barely human. He screeched before falling into desperate, raucous laughter, bucking his hips fruitlessly as Steve attacked his worst spot.

“Are you going to keep bothering me?” Steve asked after a moment, raising his voice over Eddie’s cackles.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” Eddie managed. “PLEHAHAHAHAHAHHA!”

With one final, devastating squeeze, Steve let go and got to his feet. Eddie, still laughing hysterically, curled up into a defensive ball. Steve cast a glance around the room, the members of the party wearing expressions of sympathy (Dustin), trepidation (Mike and Lucas), amusement (Robin), and begrudging respect (Max). Steve took a breath.

“Now. I am going to go lay on that couch,” he gestured to the empty space between Max and Robin, “I’m going to close my eyes, and I’m going to fucking sleep. If any of you shitheads even breathe in my direction, I swear to god I will tickle you until you forget your own names. Am I clear?”

The Party nodded their heads, with the exception of Eddie, who gave a shaky thumbs up, still giggling.

Steve threw himself on the couch, and Robin brought a soothing hand to his hair, combing her fingers through it almost automatically.

It was the best night of sleep Steve had gotten in quite a while.

#tickle fic #just wanted to get something out there #stranger things #steddie #tickling #tfb community #stranger things fic #tbh this isn't my fav #but also I'm exhausted and in need of external validation lol

[imdoingaokay]

May I ask for DAI romance companions reaction to their lover making them a LOVELY piece of artwork for them??

Also if you wouldn't mind, Solas’ reaction as well?

Solas will always be included in the romanced companion dai lineup unless stated otherwise, so don’t you worry my dear anon. And so will Varric because I might as well do what Bioware was too much of a coward to do.

Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been kept busy with nursing school. Good news, I passed my first semester! Woohoo! I'm hoping to get some more stuff out before I go back to school, wish me luck lol!

A rarely seen, but rumored skill that the Inquisitor had was art. Perhaps being raised the way they were, they got exposed to it and just had a knack for painting, more specifically, painting portraits.

If The Inquisitor’s friends were to glance at the leatherbound notebook they kept so tightly to their person, they would see multiple sketches of landscapes, animals, and the people The Inquisitor came across on their journeys. However, The Inquisitor kept this notebook tucked away in their bag or their jacket when they traveled, so it was seldom seen… almost.

One day, during a somewhat slow day of pomp and circumstance, the lover of the Inquisitor just so happened to come across the notebook… unprotected.

The pair had been taking some time away from stuffy nobles and constant threats to enjoy each other’s presence, except, when a messenger came by, claiming that Leliana had a report for the Inquisitor and the Inquisitor alone, they simply got up and left. Not before leaving a kiss on the cheek of their lover. The Inquisitor’s lover knew it was an invasion of privacy, but, it was the Inquisitor’s fault for keeping it there. So, curiosity bubbling over, the lover peered over to see what had the Inquisitor so fascinated moments before.

It was a sketch of them, of their face. A waist-up portrait of them.

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Rainer couldn’t help but break out into a smile, he had been working so hard on the little griffon he had been making that he hardly noticed how furrowed his brow must’ve looked. His finger lingered on the subtle details spread across the page, some details so small he wouldn’t have noticed had he not picked up the piece of art and studied it closer.

Cassandra: Cassandra hadn’t even thought of the whole invasion of privacy, in a split second, she grabbed the notebook and stared at the Inquisitor’s work. The book she had been reading was long forgotten. And it had all but dematerialized when she saw the sketch of herself. She could feel a blush slowly creep up her cheeks until she was certain her entire face was red. At the slightest noise, she shoved the notebook back to its original spot, only to quickly pick it back up and inspect her lover’s handiwork.

Cullen Rutherford: He took the longest to finally look, pondering whether or not he would invade his lover’s privacy by taking the shortest peek.

He breaks, of course, less than a minute after he begins his internal debate.

He hurriedly flips through the pages and finds their most recent work, and his breath hitches. 

He traces the beautiful sketch and finds himself mirroring the facial expression The Inquisitor caught him in. He can’t help but get lost in the drawings his Inquisitor has created. Still, every time a soldier walks in, it breaks him from any immersion he had, resulting in an innocent soldier watching the Commander fumble with a notebook.

The first time it happens, Cullen decides against looking again, placing it back in its original place.

Dorian Pavus: The second the Inquisitor was out of sight, Dorian casually grabbed and flipped through the pages of his lover’s notebook happily before stopping, the last page was a sketch of him. He pauses for a moment before a cheeky grin spreads across his face. He inspects every stroke, line, and scribble that decorates the page for what feels like ages. And if someone were to walk by, he doesn’t put it away, a part of him wanting to get caught by his lover. Eventually, he hears his amatus’ voice from far away, and after some deliberation, he decides to return the notebook to its rightful place, positioning it to look untouched.

Iron Bull: He’s subtle, his fingers trace the sketch so gently he can barely feel the paper underneath. He hides the book well behind his large hands and smiles to himself as he traces the image with his eyes. He’s impressed with The Inquisitor’s knowledge of anatomy, as every muscle Bull has appeared to be on display in the portrait. 

He’s one of the only ones who keep the notebook in their grasp, watching his kadan tense up and begin to blush.

“If you wanted me to pose, you could’ve just asked me.” He smiles.

Josephine Montilyet: She takes a minute, and assures the Inquisitor is far enough away before she peaks at the sketchbook. A blush creeps up her face before she’s giggling and kicking her feet as she looks at her lover’s drawing. She’s convinced they took a few artistic liberties as she believes she looks far better in the picture than she does in real life.

Regardless, she becomes satisfied, places the sketchbook back down, and settles back in her chair, reinvigorated.

Sera: She’s immediate, completely snatching up the book before The Inquisitor even leaves, if her lover notices Sera, she attempts to hold it away, claiming they were asking for it when they left it out in the open. She does everything to get away, including climbing on the roof. But once she realizes what her lover drew, she pauses. 

Eventually, The Inquisitor finds her and watches Sera slowly look up, “You made this? I… I’ve never seen… a drawing of me before.” Before breaking out into a grin, she whispers, “Why would you hide this?! This is great!”

Solas: He looks, finding himself far too curious for his own good. Once he sees his portrait, he smiles and leans back in his chair, admiring the work his vhenan put into the piece. He waits for his lover to return, nonchalantly handing over the sketchbook and kissing his lover’s cheek.

“You should draw more often.” He says, “Or maybe I should draw you.”

Varric Tethras: This man read Hawke’s personal journal, The Inquisitor should’ve expected him to look. 

He takes a peak, which turns into a long stare, as he becomes enraptured by the portrait. Soon, he breaks out into a grin and waits for his lover’s return, holding the sketchbook like a trophy.

“Maybe you should do illustrations for my book from now on.” He suggests.

#dragon age #dai #blackwall x inquisitor #blackwall romance #blackwall dragon age #blackwall #thom rainier #cassandra x trevelyan #cassandra x inquisitor #cassandra pentaghast #cullen x trevelyan #cullen x lavellan #commander cullen #cullen rutherford #cullen x inquisitor #dorian x lavellan #dorian x trevelyan #dorian x inquisitor #dorian pavus #iron bull x trevelyan #iron bull x adaar #iron bull x inquisitor #the iron bull #iron bull #josephine montilyet #sera #da solas #solas dai #solas x inquisitor #varric dai

[nerdynuala]

I don't know if you accept requests like this, but could I ask for hange hcs as a regular student? I would like to know their routine and hobbies!

Hi! It's been a while since my last headcanons but heck I find it fun and relaxing to make them up so I'm more than willing to give Student Hange a try ^^

Sooo here we go! I'm gonna go through the stages of students hahah from elementary school up to university.

Elementary School Hange

- messy kid, always manages to spill ink on themself and somehow get paint and dirt all over their clothes.

- literally so excited the first day of elementary school! While there were other kids crying or being shy, Hange was literally jumping up and down, thrilled by the new environment and looking forward to finally learn good stuff.

- the worst at music and singing, and also a really bad actor in school plays. Hange may lack the talent, but not the enthusiasm.

- very quick to learn, thinking outside the box and helping other kids out.

- Loves science but contrary to what people might expect, their favorite class is P.E. they just have too much energy. Loves dodgeball, swimming and baseball.

Middle School Hange

- at this stage, Hange is the typical student that appears as lazy and not interested in class but has actually the top marks.

- a bit challenging to authority. Hange does not lack respect, but treats professors as if they were friends. Also, gives respect only if given respect. Don't mess around with this kid.

- They literally can be chatting with their neighbor, doodling on their notebook, staring out the window, be half asleep and a large etcetera, but each time they're asked what the professor was talking about, they know everythint about it and even extend that information.

- Favorite class now is science and in their free time they investigate about chemistry. Cannot wait to take chemistry in high school.

High school Hange

- Nailing multitasking since a very young age definitely shows now: they can sit through the first lesson absorbing the information like a sponge, while doing the homework for the next class (that they should've done the day before)

- Literally the kid you see doing last minute homework even on the bus. Everything is done last minute but they manage to get everything right and perfect.

- Gets frequently asked by classmates what their method for studying is. Literally does not know. "I dunno man, I just re-read the chapter and the notes I managed to scribble in class lol"

- Needless to say, doctor's handwriting. Sometimes they cannot even read their own notes. Their professors complain all the time and one of them even refused to correct their test if they didn't write it with decent handwriting.

- Neither popular nor a nerd. Literally in between, gets along with basically anyone and can adapt to different groups. Levi calls them "chied of the nerds" all the time though. He sometimes even jokes saying "one nerd to rule them all" because Hange is literally the only extroverted nerd and they all basically worship them.

- Favorite class is chemistry by now. Shows up first and arrives late to the next class because they get entertained by chatting with the professor about chemistry stuff.

- Takes latin as an extra-curricular class.

University Hange

- Studies at night. If they don't have classes in the morning, literally sleeps until noon and studies during all night.

- Has dog ears on each and every book they own. The insides of the covers all full of messy doodles and scribbles.

- Sometimes, when studying directly from the book, will underline different types of information with different colors. Other times will just underline with a pencil and circle words with too much force and leaving the mark on like five pages underneath. Either way can study confortably.

- Coffee addict. By the fourth class in the day, they've had 5 cups already.

- Asks tons of questions. Loves debates. Will participate in everything and loves sharing their opinion on basically any topic.

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There! I tried to keep it general, I hope it is what you were looking for, but feel free to ask more of them <3

#ask box #answered #headcanons #hange #hange zoe #student hange #this might have gotten out of hand #definitely too long #lol #I kinda based middle school and high school Hange on myself lol #besides the chemistry stuff #i mean i found that interesting but was not such a fan #but I was kinda like that with philosophy

[ohfallingdisco]

all of ur wips look so cool!! I’d love to hear more about dead fanta, dustin

ahh thank you!! i hope they are lol

here’s the opening for dfd:

Mike’s campaign was meant to honor the friends they lost in the war. 

Not that they died in Mike’s story, of course—nothing to stir up bad memories while playing through a cathartic campaign—but it was meant to symbolize, in summary, that even though they were growing up now, they were still the Party members they had been before it all started. The plot was woven around memories and details they had gotten together and shared, over smiling and tears, a few months ago at the birth of the idea. There were lots of cats, to honor Mews, a hero who lived to honor the agent who protected them in California…vulnerable things, while being solid and untouchable in the realm of fantasy. 

And not a single person was allowed to mention Vecna. 

Logically, it should be a very good game. Logistically, even. It was going to go great. So why was Will hovering at the top of his basement stairs the night before it started, looking smaller than he had been in years, almost sick with nerves? 

They had just talked to each other over walkies that morning. Nothing too serious could have happened, right? 

Nothing…bad? 

And so Mike watched Will with a lump in his throat, as Will descended the steps with Mike’s heart in his hands. 

He swore that if they were about to need to kill Henry again, then…then he didn’t want to be a part of it. That pathetic bastard had taken enough from them all as it was. 

Mike held his breath and studied Will as he finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He looked a little calmer now, which was good—but still freaked out, which was not. 

“Hi,” Mike greeted, but it came out too quiet. He cleared his throat, and his friend’s wide eyes darted up to his. 

He winced. Whoops. 

Will gave a soft smile back, only kind of strained. “Mike,” he returned, voice gentle and assured, and…well, Mike could address the way it made his stomach flutter later. 

He set down the notebook he had been using to scribble last-minute details about the campaign. “Is everything okay?” he asked, and then kicked himself. “Not that—not that you’re not always welcome here. In my house. Or—with me, or.” 

“Mike,” Will huffed happily, the corners of his lips quirking up into a tiny smile. “Everything’s fine. But, um. Thanks, I guess.” 

…Success. 

Mike thought his smile back was maybe kind of dopey, but he was fine with that. Will deserved to know that people cared about him. 

—

AND because i like this one, some from the first scene with Dustin’s pov:

Yeah, yeah. Dustin had been home alone bllions of times before. 

From when he was little and his dad died, to recent years, like Dart or the robots after camp, he was used to filling odd silence and stretchy quiets. It had become a part of his home, by now, when Mom was at work. You could even say he liked it, sometimes. It gave him space to move around. 

But despite all the years he had gotten used to staying home alone, there were some things he never got used to. Branches scraping the window. People talking outside, the cat’s random screeches, his friends showing up at weird hours to bug him. 

But…those footsteps crunching his grass right now were not from anyone in the Party. Will and El never made a sound when they walked, Lucas and Steve were more of a saunter, and Mike and Max were quick and purposeful. 

Damn it, Dustin knew his friends. And right now, he also knew he was in danger. 

He couldn’t risk looking out the window. Or going back to his room, because he had left the blinds open in the kitchen. 

And it was almost midnight. How, and why were there strangers at his house, at almost midnight, on the one night his mom happened to be in the hospital? She’d sprained her foot and been forced to stay one night. She couldn’t help it. And as far as she knew, Dustin was staying at Steve's tonight—dammit, he should’ve just gone through with it. 

It couldn’t have been that humiliating, for long.

Definitely not more than getting murdered over the one twelve-hour stretch he was supposed to be taking care of himself. 

Dustin sighed, muffling the breath with a palm.

What the actual, ever-loving—?

A quiet clatter from his room. 

Oh. 

Oh, shit. 

The cat. He forgot the cat was out, sleeping on his bed. No one left their cat out unsupervised when they were going to sleep, or at least not where they wouldn’t be able to reach them quickly and fix any problems made in the middle of the night. 

But there was a really big problem with going to his room right now: he’d have to pass through the kitchen. 

Where the window was open. And the dangerous strangers could see right in. What would they even do to a seventeen-year-old kid home alone overnight? How would they do it? Would he be taken to a lab, same as El, except without the potential of superpowers to keep him alive? Passed off as dead, like Will? Brutally psychically targeted—like Max? 

Just as he’d thought all that shit was over… 

A quiet click behind him, and a walkie-talkie stirring to life crackled through the closed window. Better quality than the Party’s, so. Someone official. 

His heart was pounding. He wasn’t ready to die. His friends were all still here and he was supposed to get married to Suzie eventually, and his mom— 

“…target,” the walkie-talkie said. 

He was trying so hard not to panic. 

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so, hope you like it!! <33 the first chapter of this one pretty much just needs to be edited all together i think (and i owe the huuugest thanks to @wheelersboy for helping with beta-ing grammar etc. and accidentally helping me remember my original plan lol)

#cool people #byler fic #byler wip #byler

[writerownstory]

If you’re still taking juke prompts…

#85 "You were talking in your sleep." has excellent potential 👀

once again this is way late, but I hope some fluffy Juke makes up for it 🥰 (didn’t reread too much tho because otherwise i’ll never post this lol)

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Luke startled awake, confused by his surroundings at first, until his eyes settled on Reggie and Alex sitting across from him in the Molina garage turned studio.

They had practice immediately after school as usual, but then they’d settled down into a writing session and all of the late nights leaning over his notebook caught up with Luke and the gentle scratch of Julie’s pen against her notebook and Alex and Reggie’s voices going back and forth with Julie’s made for too soothing of a lullaby for him to sort of just… pass out.

He wasn’t proud of it, but it happened, okay???

His best friends exchanged an amused grin before looking back at him.

“What?”

Alex nodded toward the end of the couch where Julie was sitting, unfazed by he and the boys sudden conversation, scribbling away in her notebook.

“You were talking in your sleep,” Reggie told him.

“What did I say?”

The bass player tapped his chin, pretending to think about it. “Oh, I don’t know… what was it, Alex?”

Luke watched as the corner of Julie’s mouth twitched ever so slightly, like she was trying to hide her smile.

The teasing grin grew across Alex’s face, clearly ready to taunt him. “I’m not sure I remember.”

“Leave him alone, you two,” Julie scolded, though it was clear she, too, found whatever he must’ve said amusing. She pointed a stern finger at Reggie, who looked like a deer caught in head lights at the gesture. “Or I’m telling Kayla you wrote that song about her.” She turned on Alex. “And I’ll tell Willie you think skateboarders are cute.”

“Yes ma’am,” Reggie mumbled the same time Alex sunk into the armchair, muttering, “Yes, Julie.”

She shook her head at them fondly before tucking her pen in her notebook and slapping it shut, climbing off the couch.

“Jules, hey wait,” Luke called, bouncing up after her. “Where are you going?”

“It’s my turn to start dinner,” she explained. “Wanna help?”

His eyes lit up immediately before he bit his lip to hold back a grin threatening to take over his face at the thought. “Yeah, sure.” He followed her up into the house, leaning against the island in the kitchen while Julie got everything ready.

Julie had decided last minute that she was going to make spaghetti for dinner that night. It wasn’t lost on her that she and Carlos had had more than enough spaghetti in their lifetime, as it was the only dish Ray could manage by himself right after Rose passed away. But Carlos always said that he liked it when Julie made it too, because she made it like their mom did.

It meant the world to her that Carlos felt that way, and something about the idea of keeping even the smallest piece of Rose’s memory alive and sharing that with Luke and the boys made Julie’s heart full.

As they prepared the pasta, Julie was admittedly surprised at how easily Luke picked up on things in the kitchen. He wasn’t perfect, but for the effort he gave, he was pretty alright by her. (And if she had butterflies every time Luke brushed past her—for the record, the Molina kitchen had plenty of space in it—it was all she could do but duck her head to hide her blush.)

She watched as Luke hummed to himself as he occasionally stirred the spaghetti—it was a menial task but she always thought that Luke made everything kind of adorable. His fingers tapped along on the counter and she recognized the melody they were messing around with earlier before he fell asleep in the studio.

As if he could feel her gaze on him, he looked up, his mouth turning up into an amused grin. “What?”

She returned his grin with a soft smile of her own. “Nothing. I just never imagined Luke Patterson as a chef.”

“Julie, come on. I’m just doing what you tell me to. We all know who the real chef here is,” he teased.

“Actually it’s my mom,” she admitted, her eyes falling away from his. “Carlos says I make it like her, so I figured maybe you guys could try it too.”

His expression became incredibly soft as if he completely understood the significance of a seemingly little thing. “We’d be honored.”

And so the boys joined the Molinas for dinner and all 3 of them absolutely raved about how good it was along with Carlos—though Julie wondered if Luke said something to the boys beforehand. Either way, she was honored they liked it so much.

At the end of the evening when it was time for the boys to head to their respective homes, Luke hung around on the porch, taking his sweet time saying goodbye to Julie. The boys had shot him knowing looks as they left, so he was sure he wouldn’t hear the end of it but he didn’t care.

“I guess I’d better head home before my mom starts wondering where I am,” he said, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want her to be worried,” Julie said with a nod.

“Thanks for letting me help make dinner, and for letting the boys and I stay.”

“Of course, you guys are always welcome here.”

“Thanks Julie,” he said, smiling down at her. She could tell he was dragging his feet but she wasn’t sure she wanted to say what she was thinking out loud. “Well I’d better go…” He moved to step off the porch when the words came flying out of her mouth.

“Luke, wait!”

He froze, his whole body turning to face her immediately.

“I… I, um. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Her wide brown eyes looked up at him and it took everything in him to keep from melting right then and there. She didn’t even know what she did to him and yet, there she was. “What’s up?”

“About… about what you said, earlier in the garage. When the boys were teasing you about what you said in your sleep…”

His brow wrinkled in confusion—he’d almost completely forgotten that happened. Julie had shut the boys down so swiftly that he’d put it out of his mind. “Yeah?”

“You said that… well, you said you loved me.”

Everything in Luke came to a screeching halt. Had he heard her correctly? Sure Luke had dreamt of telling Julie he loved her, but he had counted on being conscious when he actually did. “Julie, I… I’m so sorry! I mean, I’m not sorry I said it but I’m sorry I said it in the least private or romantic way possible and I—“

“Luke.”

“—I’ve been meaning to tell you, well, I mean I would’ve started with maybe that I just had feelings for you instead of just jumping into it, but I guess that’s where that lyric face first, full charge comes from, huh?”

“Luke!”

“I—“ His cheeks turned pink as he finally stopped talking. “Yeah?”

“It’s okay. I-I feel the same way. I’m not sure I’m ready to say it yet, but I really care about you.”

“I care about you too, Jules.” He quickly but cautiously reached out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “Can I kiss you?”

He was rewarded with a warm smile, and Julie knew based on the butterflies in her stomach that she wouldn’t mind loving Luke for a long time.

#idk what this is #but when do I ever #writing prompts #my writing #juke fic #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson

[lovelymessybubbly]

1, 4, 9, 11, 18, 19, 23, and 34 for the ask game?? if that’s too many you can just choose your favorites to answer hehe (but I really am curious about all of them 👀) 🩷💖🩷

uwaaah zelda-chan, i will be happy to answer all for you !!

1. what is one position you would like to be tickled in ??

i would love to be put in a heavy set of stocks sometime. upper body bondage aside, i just want to experience my ankles locked in place, and my toes tied back so my soles are completely immobile. it always looked like such torture, and i have masochistic tendencies, so i have been tempted to try it.

4. have you ever been tickled while doing something? (reading, gaming, etc.) how did it change what you were doing ??

oh yesss my bf tickles me while i preoccupied all the time. actually, he was just tickling me while i was answering these asks, as to “give me inspirational for my tickle-themed blog,” he says. but, he tends to tickle me while we’re watching tv, or while i am trying to draw a lot. at first, it is pretty manageable, you just giggle while shakily continuing your task, but after a while it starts to make you kind of hysterical, and completing what you were doing becomes impossible; you just drop it and fall helpless to the tickling

9. one of your favorite tickle tropes ??

interrogation !! always been my favorite. as a tickle torture connoisseur, it is only natural i lean towards that type of scene. knowing you cannot make the tickling stop until you give up your precious information, it is quite thrilling. and, the idea that a torturer may continue the torture, even after you spill, just as punishment for withholding the info initially, i love that too. although that may be a little too cruel. sorry !!

11. something you didn't expect to tickle, yet surprisingly did ?

light tickling ! somehow, i am more susceptible to it than full-on digging and squeezing tickling, which i did not expect. the aggressive tickling always looked more ticklish to me, so i was surprised. but, one time my bf scribbled his fingers verrrry lightly over my stomach, and i almost combusted. it tickled sooo bad !!

18. someone who was an unexpectedly good ler ??

i had a friend in middle/high school who was very cheeky and liked to tease people (tickling was a frequent choice of teasing for her), and she had really slim fingers and long nails. when she tickled me, it was maddening haha. always gave me insane tingles. i hope she is still doing well today !! she was super sweet and really pretty.

19. have you ever tickled someone who wasn't ticklish and got wrecked afterwards because of it ?? what’s the story behind that ??

um, most of my partners lol. my first girlfriend was not ticklish (“i just decided i wasn’t ticklish anymore” were her words), and she would always deliver intense retribution when i would try to attack her. and she loooved me reactions, so she tickled me frequently. my current bf is the same way; he is ticklish but not absolutely everywhere like i am, so it is harder to catch him completely off-guard.

23. have you ever gotten a pedicure that tickled more than it should have ??

actually, my last pedicure was not really ticklish at all !! my mom took me with her to get one, but the guy who did it was really good and applied the perfect amount of pressure. my mom got a little bit ticklish during the salt scrub, lol, but i was not really bothered by it. so either i was lucky or unlucky ! haha

34. have/would you ever play a game of "keep your arms up ?” how long would you last ?

yep ! my bf loves to make me play this game. he relishes in watching me squirm and puff my cheeks up in an attempt to withstand armpit tickling. it never lasts very long ! maybe 30 sec to a minute. i love to be tickled there, but i definitely have to be restrained in some way, lol.

#tamakucha shaberu #egg talk #tickling #zelda-chan #tamagoibito