#I love the pencil brush it has 🥺

[ifindus]

Had a go at Clip Studio Paint! Had a urge to draw my søta bror, idk why 👀✨

[arminsumi]

may i request Getou with a clingy reader? Has her on his lap, cradling her, playing with her hair while she naps on him? Playing with his hands just generally almost starstruck by him🙇

I lloovvvve your writing sm 💕💕

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A/N: aaa thank you sugarplum!! hope i delivered eheh i'm still getting used to writing for Sugie <3

Pairing: GETO Suguru x reader

Summary: Geto absolutely indulges in your clinginess 🫠💕

Warnings; nicknames (baby)

— While he's cooking in the kitchen, you float over to him and wrap your arms around his midriff, earning a tender smile from his lips. A moment later, he's grabbing under your thighs and hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop to give you the kisses you cravingly asked for.

"Baby needs so much love, huh?" he smirks into the kiss, flustering you. "Nah-ah, stay right there. Let me love you."

— He absolutely notices when you stare. "Mesmerized by something?" he teases, "Ah, I'm just teasing, baby. I don't mind if you stare." he winks.

"C'mere, you can get a closer look if you're on my lap." he teases again, chuckling when you don't hesitate to perch yourself on his lap. You can feel how muscular his thighs are, and his arms too, as he engulfs you with a strong embrace and practically cradles you on his lap.

— "You're the sweetest thing." he murmurs into your hair when you fall asleep laid on his chest.

😔 he's texting Satoru about how cute you are (and Satoru is being dramatic like omg I'm your best friend is she stealing u away wtf)

— You're adoringly staring at him while he indulges in his hobby of sketching landscapes. He's so focused that he doesn't brush his strands of hair out of his face; they dangle there distractingly, so you tuck them behind his ear yourself.

His reaction catches you off guard; he comes in for a thankful peck at your cheek. "Thanks angel." he murmurs. "Come closer, put your head on my shoulder." he commands softly, as if he read your mind.

You don't hesitate to place your head there, watching intently as his pencil strokes across the paper.

— Feeling over his smooth hands 🥺 his hands are so smooth and soft you just like touching them, drifting your fingertips across them, toying with his fingers.

He doesn't mind at all, munching on food and reading through emails (rifling through Satoru's spam). Morning light fills your shared apartment.

Eyes still glued to the screen, he feeds you a little bit of whatever he's eating.

"Careful, it's really hot." he says, and blows on it for you before you can, then delivers it right into your mouth.

— He's a tired boy, often laying on his bed with that dazed look of sleep deprivation. You lurk for a while before crawling onto his bed, curling up unannounced on his chest.

Eyes closed, he automatically brings his hand to caress your shoulder while you lay there, snuggling into his chest as if you want to get under his skin to be as close as possible.

— "Can I tie your hair up?" you ask. He happily lets you, "Mhm, you do it better than me, after all." he replies, lowering himself so you can reach. Taking his hair into your hands and brushing it, tying it up into whatever style suits the day; a little ponytail? A little bun? Maybe a half-up, half-down look. He knows that's your favorite, so he picks that one.

"You're so gentle." he compliments, giving you a peck after you've put his hair up. "Thanks love."

[corvophobia]

the brushes you use makes my heart go weak and I need to know what they are becuz this nice sketchy level is smth else 🥺💖

i love your art so much!! you make all the characters look so pretty and it sparks so much joy

oh thank you so much!! i use QUITE a few sets and adjust them a lot lol!!!

the first set i use a lot is kyle websters megapack. a friend..... gifted them to me. you can only get them with photoshop now but have a dig around online. who knows

daub brushes are some of the best around for watercolour, and they also have free pencil brushes!!!

i also use a lot of jason piperberg's brushes! the halftone ones especially. he also has a sampler pack which is pay what you want.

and then i play around with them a ridiculous amount and rename them all bc im very picky. my current go-tos are

(this is a kyle one i adjusted and reclaimed for myself)

i hope this helps u somehow!!

[innaillus]

Hello! Fellow artist here! I’m a traditional artist that has recently gotten a tablet for a graduation gift from my parents since they knew I was expanding my art to digital, I have been doing it for a couple of months now but I feel I could still use some tips, help, app recs,ECT or really any kind of help. (I love your art btw it’s so beautiful🥺🩷)

Hello and welcome to the digital world! Congratulations on your graduation!

This is a very good question, but I'm not exactly sure how to go about it, as it's been a while for me since I transitioned to digital art.

I think the best advice I can give is

keep it simple (brushes, especially!)

remember the basics - you actually only need a piece of paper and pencil for this (don't be like me and forget to use traditional media completely... im about to get back to traditional sketching myself)

if you are a painter, going digital is probably easier, however, if you only used pen and pencil like me... well the advice I'd give my old self is to start with color theory (and other basics you need to solidify, also depending on your niche)

follow tutorials from PROFESSIONALS. The channel that taught me the most is https://www.youtube.com/@YTartschool, even though I don't use his art process anymore. Another one that gives universal advice that can be applied to many styles is https://www.youtube.com/@conceptcookie/videos

Straight up copy artworks of artists you like (once again, professionals that already work in the industry, such as concept artists, or classic masters) If you would like a list of names, I'm happy to expand this post later. (Leave me a comment!)

That's all from the top of my head. I hope I didn't say anything too trivial and that any of this was helpful.

Good luck!

[vulpisnocturna]

Itachi x yn,yn is very insecure about herself bc she likes Itachi and she's totally not his type she has short shoulder length hair, she's not that feminine like a little bit occasionally. She's not that intelligent but average. She's Introverted and can be bold sometimes.

I need some comfort I'm feeling very insecure lately🥺 and also I really love your writing keep up the good work 👍

Hi lovely, thank you so much 🤍 you are so so loved. You sound like a lovely person, don’t sell yourself short!

Tags: fluff, insecure reader, Itachi being a lovely person, confession of infatuation, SFW

You sucked in your lips, looking across the room, where Itachi was working on his computer, dark eyes absorbed in his work, long, slender fingers twirling a pencil between them absentmindedly. You quickly averted your eyes when he lifted his and glanced at you, or rather, straight ahead. You just happened to be in his line of sight.

You had liked Itachi for months. Well, everyone in your office liked Itachi. He was a genius, good at everything, always had a clever idea during work meetings, was polite and personable even though he was quite introverted, and to top it all off, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. Sometimes, it felt as though he had a type of attractiveness that made you hold your breath and stare in awe, as if you were looking upon a painting; other times, he looked hot, intense. All sharp lines, long lashes that brushed the tops of his cheeks, well-defined lips, neither full nor thin, a straight nose, slightly upturned at the tip, high cheekbones, eyes of the darkest black. You couldn’t even see his pupils. Not that you’d ever been that close to him to prove that last point.

You sighed, trying to concentrate on your work. Sometimes, you felt as though you had too many shortcomings compared to him. You were sometimes scolded by your boss for not talking enough during meetings, making some mistakes, occasionally drawing raised eyebrows when one of your remarks was a little too bold.

For sure, Itachi would never see you the way you saw him. You’d seen a beautiful woman with long dark hair and a feminine figure wait for him outside of work one day, and the image had stuck in your head. His girlfriend, you thought with a grimace, but your eyes were sad. She’d been so outspoken, you’d happened to overhear her spark a conversation with the other people there like it was natural. Like it didn’t take any effort.

‘Y/n’ you heard and you lifted your head from your workstation, eyes widening as you set them on the object of your desire.

You scrambled around, clearing your throat and straightening up. He gave you a half smile, and you had to muster your willpower to stay focused.

‘Yeah?’

‘I was wondering if you had a minute to go over the last project. I finished early and I have been asked to check up on the others’ he said. You swallowed, nodding slowly, grabbing the file on your desk and walking out of your little squared station. Itachi was tall, but he was not imposing as he walked beside you towards the exit.

‘Where are we going?’ you asked, voice small.

‘Just getting a coffee. You look quite tired, it would help for your concentration’ he said, walking through the corridor and slowing down slightly when he noticed you had to take quick steps to keep up with him.

Your cheeks felt warm. It was one thing to have to go over work with him, quite another to be told between the lines that he thought you weren’t doing a good job at concentrating.

When you got to the cafeteria, Itachi insisted to pay for your coffee, and you accepted after a bit of a back and forth. He stepped outside on the terrace, sipping his black tea and looking at you before he leaned against the railing, the wind ruffling the strands of black hair framing his angular jaw.

‘Y/n… I haven’t been completely honest with you’ he said quietly, his thumb turning the silver ring on his middle finger as if he was slightly unnerved. You looked at him, blinking, trying to understand what he meant.

‘I didn’t want to look at the project. I- have grown attached to you. I like you’ he said, looking at you, his eyes sincere. Your brow furrowed, and even though your heart felt like it might leap out of your chest, you didn’t quite understand. Liked you? But… he had a girlfriend, and you were definitely not like her at all…

‘Why? I’m- not that clever, and you- have a girlfriend, don’t you?’ you stuttered, shifting on your feet, averting your eyes.

‘What makes you think that?’ he asked, tilting his head at you. You blushed, chewing on the corner of your bottom lip.

‘Well- I saw her. The pretty girl with long dark brown hair and a birthmark on her face’ you said, though your words came out of your mouth as though they’d been pulled out with a pair of pliers.

‘Izumi? She’s my cousin’ he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

His cousin? Well, okay, but you were still convinced you weren’t his type.

‘And my hair’s too short, I’m not that feminine, and you’re so smart and I’m just- like everybody else’ you said, gulping down the lump in your throat.

‘Type? I wouldn’t say I have a type. If I were to have one, it would be you. Not everybody else. And your hair is perfect the way it is. I think you are really beautiful and endearing, y/n. What made you think I would be so shallow as to be attracted to someone for their mere appearance? Besides, I think you’re quite insightful; there are more important things than wits’ he said with a soft exhale, his eyes gentle and kind. You looked at him, a tentative smile spreading across your lips.

‘You really think that? You really like me?’ you asked, and he put his cup on the table next to you, along with yours, straightening up, his eyes boring into yours, intense and warm.

‘Why don’t I show you?’ he asked in a low voice, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with gentle fingers before he cupped your face and brushed his lips against yours. The whole world stopped, and you closed your eyes, feeling the softness of his lips, the way they sought yours out gently but with longing, his warm hands softly tipping your head up as he pressed his mouth against yours. It was everything you’d ever imagined and more.

‘Do you believe me now?’ he asked, his cheeks tinged of a pale pink, his eyes bright. You nodded sheepishly, fingertips tentatively touching your tingling lips.

‘Okay- I think I do… I- like you too. A lot’

[justanamesstuff]

Holiii!🫂💖

Could you write a blurb of Matty's reaction to Amelia's first day of school? Like trying not to cry but failing at it because his baby has grown up really fast and she's starting a new chapter in her life🥺💖

Holiiii 🥰 A/N: Omg you just want to see me cryyy! 🥺🥺

Matty was feeding Arthur. Well, that was half the truth. He was really trying to feed his youngest. Archie was on his high chair, with his eyes half open and a plastic cup attached to his mouth. Matty was sitting beside him, holding the cup, making sure he doesn't make a big mess. His little baby looking sleepy and cute. Matty's mind drifted inevitably to Amelia.

Mel was upstairs with Y/n making sure her uniform was neat, and her bag had all the new books, pencils and all what she needed. Matty could hear her sweet and innocent voice chatting away. She was excited, Matty's heart swelling a little. He wanted to keep her inside the house with him, he didn't want her to grow up any more. It was inevitable.

"You're not going to betray me, right?" Matty asked Arthur, the boy only opened one eye wider and proceed to close it again. "We...the boys of the house...have to stick together!" he continued.

"Daddy, stop." Arthur whined, making his father chuckled. His baby hated mornings.

"I love you."

"Love you." the little boy mumbled back.

The sound of feet running closer to the kitchen startled Matty. Amelia stopped at his side. Her father left the plastic cup on the big table, turning to give her his full attention.

"Look, daddy!" she took a turn, so he can see her uniform and her hair styled for the occasion.

Matty tried really hard to contain the tears inside his eyes, Amelia looked so grown up and beautiful. His heart sank, his lips quivering visibly.

Amelia's face dropped. "Daddy? What's wrong?" she asked, coming closer to him.

"Nothing, baby." he caressed her cheek.

"Are you sad?" she titled her head. Matty smiled while his eyes continued to stream tears.

"No..." he stopped to think. "I'm just going to miss you, mel-mel."

"Oh, daddy!" she exclaimed, rounding him as best as she could, since Matty was still sitting on a chair. "Mommy says it's for a short time, and then I'll be back home to play with you and Arthur." She was so mature for his own liking, his smart girl.

Matty fell to the floor, rounding her with his arms. "I know, baby. We'll be here waiting for you to tell us everything!" he tried to cheer himself a little because Matty was far from crushing this special day for her.

"Okay, time to go." Y/n showed up in the kitchen, taking in the picture in front of her eyes.

Matty and Amelia hugging on the floor, while Arthur was passed out in his high chair. The latest made her laughed out loud.

"Come on, my dears." she kept talking, approaching Archie and taking him in her embrace. He didn't startle much. "Are we okay?" she asked, mostly for Matty.

Amelia turned around, staring at her mom. "Ready!" she screamed.

Matty pulled a face behind his daughter that warmed Y/n's heart. She was moved by her oldest baby starting school, but Matty was the one not taking it very well.

"Mhm." he managed to say, standing up.

"Okay, let go then."

Amelia turned again, taking Matty's hand without asking. She started moving towards the door, pulling him with her. Matty obeyed her command. Y/n admired them from behind, with Arthur snuggling closer to her neck. She left a kiss on his hair line, going after to brush his curls back.

[p1nkmic]

Sorry if somebody already asked this question, but I was wondering what brushes you use for outlining and coloring??? Like I got no good render/blend brushes for csp lol

Love your art style btw and honestly your a big inspiration for my art currently(my study of facial features and muscles has improved greatly just by looking at your art💖💖💖)

Don’t worry! I don’t have an specific brush set for lineart and coloring, I use the same for both things or a combination of a variety of brushes. The ones I’m using most atm are:

- Ron Chan’s side pencil and Tb Choi’s brush (you can find both for free on their gumroads!!)

- the G pen from clip studio, airbrush and select tool :)

Also, hearing that makes me so dsjidk 🥺 I’m glad to be of help!!! 

[shslprince]

Hello i was wondering if maybe you could share the brushes you use🥺

Apologies for the late response, I had to hunt down all the sources for my brushes again on 2 different programs... Some of these cost some clippy points on CSP but rn there's a login bonus for them until March 13!

CLIP STUDIO:

Sketching:

ReaganS2 pen. Costs 100cp now, but it's been really helpful in how responsive and layered it is for setting up the rough sketch.

AJ's pencil set. Very useful for warmups and figure studies IMO.

Lining:

Quibbly. It costs 50 cp but it's got the perfect texture and crunch that I love in lining, super responsive as well.

Coloring:

YN Painting Brush Set. I added some color jitter to the settings to make it more vibrant.

MYNQZO brushes. Great texture, I personally use the rougher brush the most.

ETC:

Close and fill tool without gaps. This one's just a lifesaver, very good to immediately get a base layer done. There's also other versions OP for the tool made that you should check out.

Erase to remove only protrude pen and overflow. Set your lineart to reference and it'll only paint/erase along the edges. Incredibly useful (There's also the erase along edge eraser, but I prefer the former.)

PROCREATE:

Lining:

Gesinski Ink from the default ink brushes has been my go to for years, with a touch of scattering to add texture. Lately I've been experimenting with the Ink Bleed brush as well.

Coloring:

This brush pack from roseflarea on twitter has been really good, especially love the pastel brush.

If you're willing to spend some money (like 8.50 USD or so) this ghibli inspired brushset is very good for Nature/Landscape pieces. It also includes video timelapses and tutorials. (Also compatible w PS/CSP)

Cityscape brushset by Devin Elle Kurtz on the other hand is super helpful with more urban backgrounds, it's free and compatible w CSP/PS

Devin Elle Kurtz also has a very nice foliage pack that's free as well and compatible with Procreate/PS/CSP, check it out!

[creativesplat]

Hi! I love your work!! Do you think you'll ever show your art process? I think I (and a lot of other artists) could learn a lot from it :3

Also, happy MW! Good job on getting all the prompts done!

🥺🥺😆! Thank you so much! This was honestly one of the nicest asks I have ever received. I am not lying when I say my eyes were watering and I nearly squealed (despite being on public transport at the time!)

So... I've never really thought about my art process much, but to try and explain/ explore it, I recorded a time-lapse of a drawing of Midna I was doing.

So, the way I draw is quite paint-y, which is my favourite way to draw digitally, and I use primarily the oil paint brush for the painting, with pen and more defined brushes - round mixing brush or turnip pen as an example - for bits I want to add on top (eg, eyes and jewellery). More recently, I've been using a pencil tool (like pencil or charcoal tools) to pop lines over the image to define it a bit more.

I would advise - as I did not do here! - to choose where the lighting is coming from, because it results in a far more coherent image, but I rarely do that... 😅

Trying to figure out the planes of the face was a massive help to me artistically, so referencing images from Arcane and stuff like that, where the parts of the face are really emphasised has been useful when trying to learn how to do the paint-y style.

For backgrounds, I am ordinarily a plain colour/ suggestion of a setting with the subject of the image as the main focus.

Sometimes, as I did with this one, I use a layer of black to point the attention to one particularly area. I liked the eyes, and wanted to emphasise them most.

I've never drawn Midna before, hence the sketches at the start trying to get comfortable with her vibe!

And here she is, as silly and fun as ever!

thank you so so much for the ask! Don't hesitate to ask more if you have more questions! :)

[escentia]

Hi Escentia

I have been using your Lineart Pencil brush for 5 years and it has been always my favorite brush that I use everytime. I really want to thank you so much for making this brush.

When I started using Procreate I tried to find a pencil brush like yours but it was not like what I want at all, so I want to ask you for a permission if I may make a copy version of your brush in Procreate 🥺

Absolutely I’m not gonna use it’s for commercial purposes and I’m sorry if my message makes you feel offended. I just love your brush and really miss it when I use Procreate. TT

Sincerely Suthee

Hi Suthee,

That's absolutely no problem at all, thanks for asking! Feel free to share the brush too when you've made it :)

[wisyhana]

I just wanted to let you know that I very, very much enjoy your art. It's so pretty, and so detailed and I'm in awe of your skills!

If I had to pick a favorite I would say your expressions - you are amazing at those and they're always so soft and make me feel things. I love that a lot. 💖

I also like how you do the shading, and the detailing - how your lines have... weight? I hope you know what I mean. And how you experimented with just a splash of color for puzzle june. Stunning effect! And that you offer both the colored and not version, because both are always so pretty! ❤️

But all of your style is really incredible, and I love everything I have seen! Thank you for the wonderful art you share with us! ❤️🥰❤️

Thank you so much for this sweet message!

Means so much you mention it, because one thing I look while creating art is for people to feel something ANYTHING.

I like art that its only purpose is to be pretty and stunning, but those that make me stop and admire and experience the emotions expressed in it... That's my favorite, and that's what I want for my art as well.

And to mention my skills, I honestly don't know if I'm doing it correctly but pencil art has been with me all these years, not even the best pencil brushes on clip studio or any other can compare with a simple pencil and paper (at least to me). But I'm happy manage to enjoy it as it is ^^💕

People has been so nice to me lately and I don't know what to do with all this kindness 🥺 thank you so much guys for all.

[phoelipop]

2, 5, 6, 8, and 9 for the artist asks!

2. 5 favourites of your own work? Hmm I really like my most recent things i did in pencil, the husbando sketches i just did (plus the Kumi paper doll hehe), both of the Decidueye Day pieces, my Guzmaversary pic last year, the Buneary and tulips drawing... and of course my drawing of Appletun and Applin still remains my fav piece Ive ever done ToT 💚

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to? There are a lot of Pokemon i haven't drawn yet that i really want to! I love drawing Pokemon its my favorite thing and every time i play a game i get an urge like “omg I need to draw them” but making the time is hard lately… right now i reeeaally want to draw Tinkaton and her giant hammer

6. Which artists inspire you right now? There’s a lot of Japanese artists on twitter im inspired by,  izumi_aoirodou, yurano / cello, nonkumakawayusu, to name a few… plus Chips_n_Cookies as of late, and one of my biggest inspirations ever is AtsyTheo! And of course all my amazing friends 🥺❤️💕

8. What do you like most about your own work? I think i like most how i color and how expressive it is ;w;

9. What are you currently trying to improve? Besides digital art in general, right now I'm trying to do more backgrounds! Just doing more full / finished looking illustrations... as well as improve lineart or find a brush i like has nice sketchy lines? Thank you Erin! ❤️ And sorry it took so long to answer TwT

[crowmero]

They didn't have to make Theo more perfect than he already is with this wedding proposal 🥺🩷

The more I think about it, this was the perfect way to do it. If it was me I will be already over the moon. I know I was up for something good the moment we learn he is stuck in his room doing something because Theo is so passionate like that, he has to put his all and his soul into everything he does. Such a hard worker.

Like everything here is so touching and meaninful and you know it if you had read his story. I also think about how maybe there is no better way to show love to someone than with a drawing.

And the way he painted Mitsuki so she looks beautiful, because on his eyes she looks like that.

I can relate because it's been a long time since I held a brush or a pencil, but in the moment I draw something, is because of love.

Anyway, I always think about how I hope whorever was the person who create Theo, I hope that person got a rise and a promotion for having such a big brain idea, you just created a perfect character.

[earthnashes]

I really love your artwork 🥺 it is so clean in a way that has character. I have been following you for years now I think and I look up to just how you capture the characters you draw. They just have so much flavor. So, I guess my only question, before I go back to lurking XD, is how do you know when and when to not add shading? I struggle so much with this. I get carried away and accidentally try to add lighting and shading and it always gets too muddy. I want to make it simple ;-;. I have plenty of energy right up until I get to the shading or lack thereof, then I struggle and start to hate my piece. How do you balance that?

Thanks so much!! It always surprises me when someone calls my art "clean", I've been given some playful ribbing on it but I sometimes feel like my art is rough and sketchy. Which is fine, but it still catches me by surprise when I'm told otherwise. So I'm glad you like it! ;w;

And to answer your question: I typically don't add shading to my artwork! The vast majority of it is generally flatcolored cuz I like the look, but to properly answer, I decide whether or not I want rendering based on three things: the mood or feeling I wanna sell, the environment I placed the character in (if any), and how much I can convey with the least amount of work.

I generally keep my rendering very simple. When I do decide I'm gonna add lighting and shading to a piece I always keep in mind where the light source is, how "hard" or "soft" the light is, and what the color of the light is. After that all I do is choose the most relevant spots that light hits the character and just color those over, then do the same with shading; I often don't get so involved as to add the miniscule details such as bouncing light of the environment reflecting onto the skin of the character for example.

As such, I never spend too much time with rendering my artwork with lighting and shading; I like working with flatcolor and textures from my brushes way more. But to show examples:

The shading on this one is only two layers; The "immersion" color, which is what I'm calling the color that matches the character's environment, that engulfs the entire character (set on Multiply, often at a transparency lower than 70%) and the "lighting" layer (Overlay or Soft Light settings depending on what I'm doing), which is only covering the parts that I deem the most necessary to get the effect of there being... well. Light! And in this piece and the majority of my art, it's the part of the character that's closest to the light source or facing the light source.

These two are a little more involved based on appearance but they also only have a max of about 3 layers for rendering. Neither have legitimate detailed shading to speak of. There's only lighting and shading where it's most necessary to give the suggestion of there being intricate light nuances and such.

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SO to try and simplify my thought process: I only add lighting and shading when I need a specific feeling conveyed and when I need the character entirely immersed in the BG. But when I do work rendering I operate with the idea of suggestion. You don't need to see every little detail to get your point across. You just need enough of a suggestion of it before the viewer's brain does the rest of the heavy lifting for you.

My advice? Don't be afraid to simply leave a piece flatcolored if rendering truly doesn't gel with you like that. In which case I'd recommend playing around with textures and brushes and linework if you're lookin' for some extra omph in your flatcolored pieces. In my case, I work with brushes to try and make the characters feel more tangible, if that makes sense. Like you can feel the roughness of parchment underneath your fingers, for instance. It's why my main brushes are pencil and charcoal-emulating.

As far as shading, when you do use it, try simplifying the every loving fuck out of it. The main points I'd say to try and focus on is:

1. what is the mood you're trying to make? Do you need shading for that?

2. If yes, where is the light source and what is the light source?

3. What's the color of the light? Use a contrasting color for the shading (example: cold lighting, warm shadows)

4. Pick the most important parts you wanna convey with the shading. This is often the part of the character that's closest to the light. TIP: If you need to zoom in close to shade or light something, it's likely not terribly important unless you are trying to work with intricate details.

Hope that helps at least in some way! ;w;

[streetlight11]

You're My Art

Summary: You have always loved art. You loved sketching, colouring, painting, you name it. You have always thought that people could never appreciate art like you do. All the people you knew at least, didn’t. However, it all changed when you met him.

Theme: college au, strangers to friends to lovers

Genre: very fluffy

Warnings: none

WC: 7.8k

Pairing: Art Student!Hyunjin x GN!Reader

a/n: Have you seen this boy's artworks? He is so talented, I find his drawings and paintings so satisfying to look at 🥺 So just picture falling in love with Art Student Hyunjin. Oh, what a beautiful feeling that would be.

Ever since you were 6, you have always loved art. Every year, your parents would get you arts and craft sets for your birthday present. You had a whole shelf of all your art supplies and it only expanded as you got older. From just sketch books and colour pencils, to canvases, a whole array of paints, brushes, easels, etc. Your family appreciates your art despite most of it being abstract with no actual object or person as a main focus. Your friends and schoolmates however, don’t really understand your art.

Your friends were at least quite respectful about it while everyone else just straight up calls your artwork hideous or meaningless. It upsets you that no one seems to truly appreciate and see art like you do. It always baffles you whenever a classmate of yours just snickers at your artwork during class and goes, “Even a toddler can draw better than you.”

That comment was unnecessary and it deeply offended you. It made you feel slightly insecure about your art.

Is it really that bad?

Am I not doing it right?

Is my art really meaningless?

These questions floated around your head for quite a while until your parents reassured you by saying that people just don’t appreciate art like you do. Since then, you’ve been living with that mindset that your parents had rooted into your brain. Every time someone criticizes your artwork, you will just remember your dad’s words.

“They just don’t have a creative mind to appreciate art enough.”

Not gonna lie, it made you not care if someone doesn’t like your artwork anymore. It made you understand that art is not for everyone and that it’s okay.

After you graduated high school, you decided to go to a college which specializes in just Art courses. A whole variety of courses were available that ranged from performing arts to fine arts. As for you, you of course chose fine arts that involve painting and sketching rather than performing and dancing. Unfortunately for you, the school was in a whole different city from your hometown so you decided to move out and find a cosy yet affordable apartment near campus.

You managed to rent a studio apartment that was just nice for one person to live in. And of course, you turned the living space into literally, your art space with a single bed in the corner for where you sleep and that’s about it. Everything else is for your art space except the kitchen and bathroom. Even so, you were very content with this.

Art was your hobby but most importantly, your passion. You have no idea where you would be right now if you hadn’t loved art this much.

You were going to start school in two days but you were already excited. When you submitted your portfolio to the school for your college application, you included all your previous artwork from when you were young, up till present. You explained about your interest and what made you love art.

Though you weren’t confident in earning a spot in the course, you managed to get in and it blew your mind away.

This particular college has been your dream school ever since you were halfway through high school. The amount of good reviews and amazing achievements that the students who graduated from this school gave you just enough motivation to work hard and get into the course you’ve been aiming for.

And here you are.

Just two days away from the start of your journey in college life doing the thing you loved most and that was art. It still feels so surreal to you. No more mathematics, no more chemistry, no more history…

Just art.

Upon arriving at the campus grounds, you inhaled a long breath of fresh air. The morning breeze filling your nostrils as you smiled to yourself. “This is it. No more worrying about other subjects. Just you and art, Y/N. You can do this.” You thought to yourself while you checked your schedule in your email to find your classroom.

Once you made it, you noticed the door hanging ajar as students began to slowly pile in. Considering nobody was talking to each other, you assumed you were in the right class.

You managed to find a seat near the middle of the room as there were about 20 seats scattered around the room with art supplies next to each wooden round chair. After you’ve settled down in one, you curiously glance around the room to see your classmates. Usually, you’re not the type of person who is considered friendly but you’re not really arrogant either.

You’re okay if others approached you first, you just weren’t the type to come up to strangers and strike up the first conversation. Which is something you’ve been struggling with.

So when you accidentally locked eyes with a guy sitting right next to your seat, you flashed him a friendly smile and said softly in hopes that he would be nice to you, “Hello.” You almost wanted the ground to swallow you whole as the guy simply ignored you and went ahead to turn his back to you before taking out his art materials from his backpack.

Oh. Right. This is exactly why you hated making the first move into making new friends.

With that being said, you awkwardly nodded to yourself and whispered a very soft ‘okay’.

As the time goes by, you realize that everyone in the class seems to be pretty unfriendly. None of them were talking to each other. Some were openly staring and judging other students like they were in some kind of competition.

You don’t understand why they were doing that because you were all classmates and at the end of the day, art is supposed to be carefree. No art is too much or too boring. Every single piece of artwork has its own essence and meaning to it, you just need to be open minded and have a creative mind to appreciate them.

Unfortunately, it seems as though you have been placed with a group of artists who only see their art as the best and the most pleasant one to look at. None of them see and appreciate art like you do.

What a great start to your first semester.

As much as you thought that college would allow you to meet new people who share the same perspective and appreciation as you in art, it looks like you were wrong. Your classmates weren’t only arrogant, but they’re also competitive. It’s fine though, you just have to focus on the art content and your professor.

Who cares if you don’t make any friends in college? The only thing that matters is that you’re expanding your skills and knowledge on something you love.

It has been almost 3 months now since your first class and it wasn’t a surprise that you were still alone with no particular friends in class. Some were on their own just like you, some were acquainted in pairs, and some were already in a group. At first you did wonder why nobody bothered to befriend you.

Was it because you were too unapproachable?

Was it because of all your artwork?

Was it because they see you as a competition?

You have absolutely no idea. You couldn’t even bring yourself to think of a reason why they decided to leave you out so you resorted to just minding your own business and not giving a single shit about what they think of you and your art.

It was a rainy Friday evening and you didn’t really have anywhere to go so you decided to just stay home and paint. You wore your art apron to protect your clothes from the coloured paint and soon, you began to let the brush in your hand move to its own accord. Not bothering to draw a base outline of what you intended on painting. After about 3 hours of focus, you finally took a few steps back to admire the piece you created.

It was a landscape picture of the ocean from the top of the hill which overlooks the huge cliffs along the side, the waves crashing onto shore below and the pretty sun setting in the horizon.

You smiled, feeling proud of yourself for doing this freehand. This has been something you’ve wanted to try for so long and you finally managed to do it with the help of your professor during the past few classes. Usually, you would draw a very light sketch on the canvas for the outline and then you would use that as a guideline for where to colour and paint.

Hence, the reason why you felt proud for creating this art piece free handed.

Just then, you could’ve sworn it sounded like a dragon was in your studio apartment due to the rumbling sound of your stomach. Oh damn. You were so engrossed in painting, you forgot to eat your dinner. There wasn’t any leftover food from lunch and you still hadn’t gone to the supermarket to buy your groceries yet for the weekend and potentially next week.

With that being said, you decided to go for your grocery run in the dead of night. Well, not really. It’s only 12:27am.

Yes. Only 12:27am.

Since you were hungry, you might as well grab something to eat and buy your groceries too, you thought.

So about 10 minutes later, you arrived at the 24 hour local supermarket to get your groceries. You remembered to make a list of things to buy in case you forgot. The fact that it was past midnight, the supermarket was quite barren save for some families and a few young adults like you who were probably starving and wanted to grab some snacks to eat at home.

You were just scanning the shelves for your favourite box of instant pancake mix when you noticed the last box is at the very top of the racks. Not only that, you were too short to even reach it.

Oh no.

However, because you wanted it and you have been craving to have pancakes for breakfast these days, you made it your mission to get that box no matter what.

With that being said, you began to stand on your tippy toes and stretched your arm out as far as you can to even reach for the corner of the box. Of course it had to be a few inches away from the very end of the shelves, making it nearly impossible for you to grab it. After a few failed attempts to try and take it without jumping or climbing, you tried to jump and reach for the box. Much to your dismay, the box fell back.

Well, that didn’t go too well, did it?

“Shit… How the hell am I supposed to take it now?” You softly whined to no one in particular as you rested both hands on your hips. You were starting to contemplate on getting a staff to help or climb the shelves and take it yourself.

However, while you were busy thinking and struggling for the past few minutes, you didn’t even realize that some people who had been walking past the aisle you’re in, had seen you the whole time you were jumping and straining your arms to get the box. And yet, nobody bothered to help you.

How rude.

You weren’t giving up just yet so you began to stand on your tiptoes again to try and reach for the box. Right at that moment, a soft voice spoke up from behind you as you turned over your shoulder to find a cute guy staring at you with a finger pointing towards the highest rack on the shelves where your pancake box is.

“Do you need some help getting that?” He asked to which you quickly replied to avoid seeming like a creep for staring at him too long.

“U-Uh… Yes please. Sorry to trouble you.” You said before stepping aside and telling him which box you wanted.

The male nods as he steps forward and extends his arm up, easily grabbing the pancake box from the rack with little to no effort at all. Of course, he’s tall. Way taller than you to be more precise. He had jet black hair that was at least an inch above his shoulders. He tied his hair up in a half up do with small strands of hair tucked out of his ponytail to frame his face on either side.

Damn, he is so cute.

He soon gave you the box to which you took it from his hand and smiled at him politely as you said, “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” He said before returning your smile by doing the same. The minute he left, you couldn’t help but wonder…

Does he live around here?

Which school does he go to?

What is his name?

Does he have a special someone?

Wait what?

Today was a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. The sun was out blaring down on you, the heat was crazy. Thankfully, you managed to arrive on campus before your body became a sweaty mess. Walking to your art building with your air pods in and music blasting through its speakers, you quietly bopped your head to the beat of the song. Completely in your own little bubble.

When you arrived in class, most of the seats were already occupied, save for yours and two others.

Not long after you walked in, the remaining two students entered. You placed your bag down on the ground beside your chair as you went to take some brushes from the table. Some were busy chatting with each other while some just minded their own business.

You had just taken a box of paint and turned around to put on your side stand when your cup got knocked off the stand and onto the ground with a loud thud. You cursed under your breath as you placed the box of paint down and was about to reach for the cup when a hand had already grabbed it.

Those hands…

“I think you dropped this.”

That voice…

You watched as the person held the cup in his hand that extended out towards you. That’s when you finally glance up to meet the same guy who helped you the other day with your box of pancake mix in the supermarket.

“U-Uh… Thanks.” You said quietly to which he smiled, causing his eyes to disappear into two adorable crescent moons.

“You’re welcome.” He said and you wondered…

Does he remember you?

Hmm. Maybe he doesn’t.

“Have you made pancakes with the box of mix yet?” He suddenly asked.

Okay, maybe he does.

“H-Huh? Oh! Y-Yeah! I actually made it for breakfast the next morning.” You said, making him chuckle. Just then, you noticed he was still standing and there were no other seats available so you couldn’t help but ask, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but are you new here?”

He nodded in response before telling you that he just transferred from his previous college. He didn’t go into details as to why he transferred but all you needed to know was that he’s a new student to the class. So you asked him to sit down in your chair just in time for your professor to walk in. You excused yourself to go and approach your professor, telling him that he has a new student joining your class from today onwards and that he doesn’t have a seat.

Upon this new information, your professor contacted the department staff to bring in an extra seat and art equipment for the new student.

When you went back to join him, who was seated quietly on your stool, he turned to you and asked for your name.

“I’m Y/N. You are?” You asked.

“I’m Hyunjin. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled. His smile could easily cure sadness.

“How long have you been into art?” He asked.

“Since I was 6. I’ve always found it fun and cool to look at. Especially ones that don’t have any specific object to focus on.”

“Me too! I mean, I usually draw or paint a specific thing but I do like seeing abstract art. It just gets me to imagine and be creative with what the art wants to portray itself to me.” Hyunjin explained. You were stunned. Nobody has ever said this to you. No one has ever said they liked abstract art. All these years, people have only asked you the same questions and said the same thing over and over again.

What is so nice about abstract art? It’s just pointless and ugly.

Why do people even paint those? It’s horrendous.

What do you even see in these streaks? They’re just lines.

If this is what you call art, then it’s rubbish.

So for someone to say this to you, it honestly surprises you. His comment definitely wasn’t seen coming. Unfortunately, Hyunjin mistakes your silence for something negative. Hence, the reason why he quietly spoke up, “Did I… say something wrong?”

With that being said, you’ve never panicked so fast in your life.

“What? No! No, it’s just… No one has ever said that to me before. The people I know have always been very negative and not understanding about art, more specifically abstract art. No one in my life has ever appreciated art like I do. That’s why I was a little shocked when you said that.” You explained yourself and you could see the way his eyes softened as he stared at you while you spoke.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. It must be tough to always hear those comments being said to you, huh?” He asked gently to which you shrugged your shoulders at him.

“I learned to ignore them over time. My dad told me this sentence and I’ve never been bothered by those people ever since. He said ‘they just don’t have a creative mind to appreciate art enough’ and I completely agree.” You smiled. Hyunjin nods because he too has the same mindset.

Not long after, one of the school staff brought in an extra stool complete with new art materials and equipment for Hyunjin, in which he helped by taking the stool and putting it just next to your space. The minute the professor was about to start, Hyunjin turned to you with a bright smile and whispered to you softly so that he wouldn’t interrupt the professor while he teaches.

“Don’t listen to what those people say.”

“Mmm, definitely won’t.” You replied, earning a soft chuckle followed by a nod before he turned back to the front of the class where your professor was teaching something new.

Maybe you would have a friend in college after all.

About two hours later, lunch time came rolling in. While everyone was busy keeping their art materials including yourself, a soft tap to your shoulder made you turn around to find Hyunjin standing there with his bag already hanging off his shoulder.

“Hey, um… Can I join you for lunch?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course.” You said as he patiently waited for you to finish packing. However, the minute you were about to walk off with him, Hyunjin stopped for a moment as he glanced behind him to where the other students were just chatting away while they slowly made their way to the back door.

“Aren’t your other friends coming?” He asked, to which you turned to look at where he was staring at. That’s when you realized that he may have thought that they were your friends.

“Oh, they’re not my friends... To be fair, I don’t have any friends in this class. I mean, not that I have any outside class either but yeah.” You explained as he looked at you with a confused expression. Nonetheless, both of you began walking towards the main building where the food hall was. You both chatted and got to know each other a little more during your walk. You found out that he has been interested in art not too long ago and to add on to that, he also loves photography. More specifically, film photography.

You ended up buying lunch and sat at the rooftop garden where there’s peace and quiet instead of being surrounded by other rowdy college students in the food hall. Turns out, after a few minutes of talking and joking around, you and Hyunjin shared quite a few things in common other than your interest in art.

Right before lunch ends, Hyunjin looks up from his can of soda and smiles at you, only to make a very bold statement that makes your heart feel warm.

“Let’s be friends from here on out.”

Without a struggle to respond to his words, you smiled as you raised your can of soda to him and gestured in a ‘cheers’ motion while you said, “To the start of our friendship.” Hyunjin soon clinks his can against yours.

“To the start of our friendship.” He repeated your words before you both said cheers and drank your sodas.

Days turned into weeks and your friendship with Hyunjin grew even stronger with the time that passed. No doubt he is your friend, you can't deny the fact that he is really good looking. His visuals are definitely a bonus point to his personality. Not only is he cute but he is also kind hearted. He is just a pure sweetheart that wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

And at this point, after 4 months of knowing him, it was quite obvious that your feelings for him had blossomed.

You just wished you could say the same for him.

It was a Saturday afternoon, you had just gotten back from your errands and Hyunjin asked if you wanted to hangout later in the day since it was the weekend. You asked where he wanted to go. He suggested going ice skating then getting some ice cream waffles in which you easily agreed to it.

A few hours later, you had already showered and changed into a new set of clothes. Hyunjin said he’s going to pick you up so while waiting for him to arrive, you went to your phone that was charging on your desk to scroll through your social media. Upon clicking your Instagram app, you saw at the top of your newsfeed page, Hyunjin’s account with a new story he posted. So you clicked on it and it was a mirror shot of him.

He was wearing a white shirt, skinny jeans and a bomber jacket. It might look like a simple outfit but he looks so good in them.

“I swear, he’s gonna be the death of me one of these days.” You whispered to yourself just in time to receive a message bubble from him saying he’s arrived downstairs so you quickly grabbed your things and left, not forgetting to lock your front door.

The moment you left your apartment complex, he was seen leaning against his parked jeep beside the pavement. He was in the same outfit as the one in his Instagram story post.

Breathe Y/N. Breathe.

The closer you got, you start to notice the accessories he wore. The silver chain bracelets on his right hand, the smart watch on his left hand, the simple necklace around his neck, the rings on some of his fingers, the dangling earring on one ear…

Hwang Hyunjin, I swear…

You’ve seen him with some of these accessories before but for some reason, today just hits you differently and you wonder why. Once you were about 5 steps away, he looked up to meet your eyes and soon, his own eyes disappeared into two crescent moons when he smiled at you.

“Hey! You’re late.” He then pouted, jutting out his bottom lip.

Damn it Hyunjin.

“By like, 10 seconds…” You joked, to which he rolled his eyes but you knew he never meant it. He opened the door for you and even closed it for you before going to the driver's side. He pulled out of the parking space and drove off into the distance, allowing the sight of your apartment complex to get smaller and smaller in the side mirror.

The journey to the ice skating rink wasn’t too far away as the ride consists of you two making jokes and laughing about random things. A day with him has never been a bore. You could literally go on and on about art without feeling tired or bored by it. Sometimes you would gossip about students in your class who tend to be slightly rude and egotistical towards you and Hyunjin whenever it comes to individual assignments.

They always compare either one of your artworks to theirs and if you got better scores than they did, they would throw insults over at you or Hyunjin and would even go to the extent of sabotaging your artwork.

It’s ridiculous.

Minutes later, you finally arrived at the indoor skating rink. Both of you abandoned the vehicle and soon entered the building. There weren't many people around so that was good.

Hyunjin and you went to the counter to rent your skating boots and also pay for the fees. Once you both, or well in this case, Hyunjin, had paid for all of it, you then made your way to the seats near the rink entrance. You weren’t good at ice skating so you didn’t know what to expect. However, Hyunjin claimed that he was an advanced ice skater and that he will guide you. All you want is for him to not make fun of you for you’re about to look like a baby giraffe learning how to walk when you’re on the ice.

Despite knowing that would happen considering it’s Hyunjin, a part of you can’t seem to be mad if he does make fun of you. After all, you would definitely make fun of yourself anyways. With that being said, the two of you began to walk towards the entrance except you were lowkey struggling to walk in those boots. Hyunjin laughed as he turned around and asked, “Can you walk?”

“Do you see me crawling?” You asked sarcastically but it only made him laugh even more.

“You will be once we’re on the ice.”

“I thought you said you were going to teach me?”

“I will. I’m just gonna warn you that it won’t be easy though.” Hyunjin said as he steps onto the ice and soon glides backwards away from you with his hands behind his back. He skates in a figure 8 twice before coming back to find you just stuck frozen by the entrance.

“How am I gonna teach you if you’re not gonna go on the ice?” Hyunjin cackles, clutching onto his stomach while he laughs.

“What if I fall?”

“You won’t.”

“Liar…”

“Come on Y/N! We don’t have all day! Let’s go.” He insists as he grabs your hand and drags in you, making you squeak. The moment both your feet are on the ice, your heart almost jumps out of your chest from how slippery it was. You nearly fell.

Thankfully, Hyunjin was quick to wrap his other arm around your waist and maintained your balance. Your hands flew to his forearms as you heard him ask softly above you. His voice was genuinely concerned.

“Are you okay?”

To that, you glanced up to find him already staring down at you. You almost forgot how to speak from being so flustered by how close your face was with his.

“Y-Yeah… I’m fine.” You replied quietly, all of which, Hyunjin nodded and slowly pulled away from you.

The next few minutes were spent with you holding his hands throughout the entire rounds of skating in the rink. There were of course a few slips here and there but he was quick to catch you before you could faceplant the ice beneath you. An hour quickly went by and you could proudly say that you’ve barely succeeded in ice skating on your own. This would probably be the last time you try ice skating.

You left the place after returning the boots, only to then head to an ice cream waffle cafe in town. Surprisingly enough, Hyunjin pays for the dessert too. He even rejects you when you try to give him money for your share of the sweet dessert.

The only thing he said to you was, “It’s okay, my treat.” When he finally parked outside your apartment complex, he asked if he could walk you to your door.

This was the first time he ever did this.

Normally after you spend a day with him, be it from hanging out or on your way home from school, he would either just stay in his car and watch you leave or he would send you to the main entrance of your apartment complex on the days where he chose not to drive to school.

So naturally, you said okay.

You’ve known him for quite a while now, he was no longer a stranger. In fact, you could proudly refer to him as your friend at this point. Even so, neither of you has properly been to the other’s place before.

And because of that reason alone, you wanted him to know that this is your way of indirectly telling him that you’re already comfortable enough to let him know exactly where you stayed. Hyunjin follows you as you lead the way, all the while chatting and keeping your conversation going. Once you made it to your door, you turned to him and saw a small little pout on his face.

“This is my stop. Today was… interesting I would say.” You spoke up, earning a soft laugh from him before you continued, “Thanks for being patient with me in the rink though… and uh… sorry for squeezing your hands too hard. You have no idea how scared I was to not fall on my ass the entire time.”

Hyunjin laughed as he throwed his head back, a little habit of his that you adore. Silence fell upon you for a few seconds until he spoke up.

“I guess I shall leave you to rest then. Goodnight Y/N.” He said, but for some reason, you felt like doing something you’ve never done. So when he was about to walk away, that’s when you called his name softly to catch his attention. Hyunjin turns to face you with a slightly confused smile but still so soft and harmless as he hums in response.

With that being said, you closed the gap between you two and soon wrapped your arms around his waist. This caught him by surprise but he actually liked it. So to avoid misunderstandings, Hyunjin swiftly wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you close against his chest, letting you get a good whiff of his cologne. You stayed like that for a while, pulling away only when he did.

You avoided his eyes for a brief second and you could already hear his little shy giggle.

“Why did you suddenly wanna do that?” He asked innocently.

“I… um… I’ve been having a bad week…” You said softly to which Hyunjin pouted and opened his arms again, gesturing for you to hug him. So you did. He wraps his arms around you again and it makes you feel so calm. He holds you for a few more seconds before pulling away to ask, “Feeling better now?”

“Much better. Thank you.” You giggled, earning a ruffle of your hair by him.

“Go rest. I’ll text you once I’m home.”

“Okay… Drive safe…”

“Will do. Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jinie.”

“Alright class, I will be giving you an individual assignment. The due date will be at the end of next week. Today is what… Wednesday? You have 9 days to decide on what you want to do. The theme of this assignment will be to create an art piece of something that you love most. It can be an object, a person, a place, an animal, etc. I believe you all won’t disappoint me, yes?” Your professor said, in which everyone in the room responded with a yes.

“Very well then. At the end of next week, please keep your canvases in an opaque bag. Your art work shall be kept hidden from everyone else’s view except for me. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“Amazing. Class dismissed.”

Sounds of brushes being kept, canvases being put away, sketchbooks being tossed into bags filled your ears as you too did the same. Just as you were keeping your things in your bag, Hyunjin spoke up to you, causing you to turn around.

“Hey, I heard there’s a new art gallery opening downtown. Do you wanna go with me this Saturday?” He asked.

“Art gallery? Hell yeah!” You beamed in excitement as he laughed at your reaction.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 2pm?”

“Sure. Can’t wait!” You giggled while you two left the classroom. You were asking each other about what you planned on painting for the assignment, only for you to tease him by saying it’s a secret. You joked with him about painting a portrait of yourself holding a bagel in your hands and he laughed. You already had something in mind. You already knew what you wanted to draw. However, you’re not gonna tell him. It’s an individual assignment for a reason.

But of course, that’s not the only reason why you didn’t want to tell him.

Saturday rolls in and you made it a point to wear something nice today. Nobody said anything about it being a date. You don’t have to wear nice clothes for it to be a date. Apparently, Hyunjin has the same thought too. When he told you he was downstairs, you grabbed your things from the table and soon left your apartment to avoid keeping him waiting. Once you made it downstairs, you nearly lost your breath upon seeing his choice of clothing.

He decided to wear a loose white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, shirt tucked into his denim skinny jeans along with a white cap. He wore a silver chain bracelet, a necklace, a pair of earrings and a few rings on some of his fingers.

Hyunjin scans your outfit and almost immediately, a smile appears on his lips.

“Don’t you look dashing.” He teased, to which you laughed.

“I’d say the same for you.” You said as he opened his passenger door for you.

After he got in, he soon drove off and you blasted your favourite songs in his car. The drive to the art gallery was quite a journey due to the weekend traffic but you still made it. There was a queue to enter the art gallery and only then did you remember…

“Wait… We don’t have tickets to enter!” You panicked as you saw the main guy asking for tickets at the front of the line before allowing guests to enter the gallery exhibition. With that being said, Hyunjin fishes into his back pocket and pulls out two tickets casually and holds it in front of you.

“That’s why I bought it beforehand.” He said, making your mouth hang agape.

“When did you-”

“Remember when I asked if you wanted to go here with me? I got the tickets the same day I asked. I knew it would sell out fast so I chose not to wait till the very last minute.” He explained.

Whoever dates him will be the luckiest person on earth. How you wished it would be you.

“Aww, Hyunjin ah… You didn’t have to. It must’ve been pricey, wasn’t it?” You asked but he simply shook his head and told you it wasn’t too expensive. Yet, you didn’t trust him because you knew art gallery entrance fees can reach up to 60 bucks sometimes. However, he reassured you saying not to worry about the ticket and just enjoy the exhibition with him.

And that was exactly what you did.

A few minutes later, you finally entered the gallery exhibition with him, instantly getting excited over the artworks on the wall. There was a whole variety of them.

From abstract art, to fine art.

Every time you entered a new part of the exhibition, you couldn’t help but gently grab his inner elbow and point to the art. At some point, Hyunjin would tell you to go check it out first and you saw him holding onto his film camera. So whenever he told you to go on first, you couldn’t bring yourself to get upset knowing he was probably busy taking photos of the art.

You were just admiring an art piece when a flash of light appeared on the art you were looking at so you turned around to find Hyunjin standing a few feet behind you with the camera aimed at you.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” You giggled in which he chuckled.

“It looked nice so I just randomly snapped it. I hope you don’t mind.” He bashfully smiled at you, making you shake your head to tell him you were okay with him taking a picture of you. Afterwards, both of you walked side by side again, admiring and saying out your own creative opinions on each art you see. You were almost at the end of the exhibition, he was still walking beside you while he took pictures of the art.

Just then, Hyunjin held onto your wrist and said, “Hey, let’s get one picture together.” You agreed to it as you asked where he wanted to take the picture. He made you choose and soon he approached a couple and asked for their help to take your picture.

When Hyunjin came back to you, he stood beside you and you wondered what he would do. However, the minute you felt him snake an arm around your waist, your heart skipped a few beats.

You turned to ask him how to pose for the picture but instead, you got slightly flustered by how close his face was with yours as he was already looking down at you. That’s when he smiled and whispered softly so that only you could hear, “Can I go closer?” With that being said, you simply nodded as he leaned down a little more and you couldn’t help but let the corner of your lips curve up.

The moment you could feel his nose gently brush against his, you heard the sound of the camera click. He playfully nudged his head towards you, feeling his lips graze over yours briefly before he pulled away completely.

Both of you left after he took his camera back, neither of you dared to acknowledge what happened earlier.

Lucky for you, he didn’t act like he was awkward or anything so you didn’t as well. Similar to the other night when you went ice skating with him, he offered to walk you to your door. There were times where you would feel like his pinkie was brushing against yours and at one point felt like he wanted to lock pinkies with you.

When you made it in front of your door, Hyunjin was the first to speak up.

“I hope you had fun today, cause I definitely did.���

“Any day with you is always fun.” You teased him in which you see the cute pink tints on his cheeks as he chuckled.

“This might be random, but do you think I can get a hug before I go?” Hyunjin asked. You of course wanted it so saying no was never going to be an option. Instead of verbally responding to his question, you opened your arms instead for him. He laughed but nevertheless, took a few steps closer and soon wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You easily buried your face in his chest as you hugged him by the waist securely. This feels so comforting and warm, you wish you could stay like this forever. A few minutes later, he left not without saying goodnight and when he did, you couldn’t help but smile.

You knew exactly what to do for your assignment that was due next week.

Two weeks later, everyone’s artworks have been submitted to your professor for grading. Nobody knows what the other students drew. You were just sitting in your own spaces while everyone was busy chatting amongst themselves including you and Hyunjin when your professor walked in with a bright smile on his face.

“Good morning class, I have already seen and marked your individual assignment. I must say, I am very impressed with all your works, especially 3 of you which I’m not going to say who it belongs to but I will show the art pieces.” He said as he soon took out a canvas from the opaque bag.

Immediately, a group in the corner started cheering for the girl who was wearing that smug look on her face. The art was of beauty products and a picture of a girl who looks somewhat like herself. Clearly she loves herself and makeup more than anyone else.

You quietly listened to your professor explain why this piece was his third favourite, only for Hyunjin to whisper to you, “That’s a little shameless if you ask me.”

With that being said, you couldn’t help but giggle as you gently slapped his arm. A few minutes later, your professor kept the canvas and went to reach in for the second one as he spoke up.

“Now this next one, is very simple but has a very meaningful touch to it I would say. Not only did this person include fine art, they also included a small bit of abstract art as well.” Your professor said as he soon took out the canvas.

Almost instantly, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

It was your artwork.

“As you all can see, this person clearly shows that they love art from all the art materials on the desk, the easel, the canvas, and the arm that belongs to the artist who is also painting a picture which shows an abstract art of a camera. So from this itself, I think this person loves art and photography. I think this is very good.” Your professor explained.

Just when you thought you could get away from being exposed, Hyunjin decides to whisper to you. Something that you hoped he would never notice.

“Is… that yours?” He asked, in which you couldn’t help but avoid his eyes.

“No it’s not, what are you talking about?” You tried to lie but he could see right through you. Hence, the reason why he softly chuckled at you.

“Liar… If that’s not yours, why aren’t you looking at me when you answer?” He asked, making you click your tongue and roll your eyes at him.

“Oh hush.” You said as he laughed again and soon turned his attention back to your professor.

Minutes passed, it was finally time for the last art. Your professor took the canvas out and you could’ve sworn you recognized the art. The art was mostly abstract but you could make out the picture to be someone standing in the middle while they’re looking at a huge art piece on the wall. The only reason why you recognized it is because you’ve seen this picture before.

The original picture that this art piece was based on.

So after your professor had finished explaining why this was his favourite one out of all of them, he kept all the artworks and soon continued with his teaching. All the while, you tried not to think about that art piece. Of course you know it was Hyunjin’s but you just don’t want to acknowledge it.

With that being said, once your professor had dismissed you all, everyone began to keep their belongings. However, for some reason, Hyunjin and you seemed to be taking your own sweet time with keeping your stuff to the point where the rest of your classmates had already left. And not long after, your professor looked at you two and smiled.

“Are you two not going for lunch?” He asked.

“Uh… we’ll go in a bit, sir.” Hyunjin replied, to which your professor soon nodded and left.

The moment it was just you and Hyunjin left in the room, the room fell silent for a few beats before you decided to acknowledge him.

“You painted that?” You asked softly in which Hyunjin smiled shyly as he avoided your gaze but nonetheless answered your question.

“Mhm… Do you hate it?” He asked quietly.

“No… I actually loved it.” You said as he finally looked at you. His eyes were soft but you almost couldn’t read his expression.

“The aim of this assignment was to create an artwork of something you love most… Then does that mean…” You whispered your last sentence, too afraid to speak louder. Hyunjin smiles as he carefully scoots closer to you and gently cups your face with one hand while the other holds your waist.

“Do you need me to verbally confirm it?” He asked in a hushed tone. Your heart was racing in your chest but you wanted to hear it from his mouth so you nodded softly. Hyunjin smiled sweetly before he leaned in to leave his lips just an inch from yours.

“I’m in love with you Y/N.” He whispers as you feel him caress your cheek with his thumb. Butterflies erupted in your stomach upon his confession and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a few beats.

“Good, because I think I’m in love with you too.”

With that being said, he breaks into a wide smile as he captures your lips in a gentle kiss. It felt so surreal to kiss your best friend but hey, at least the feeling’s mutual. Your mind was swirling when you felt the corner of his lips curve into a smile against your lips. He hugs you closer while you melt in his arms. He pulls away softly, letting his forehead rest against yours while he caresses your cheeks.

“I’m glad I met you that night in the supermarket.” He said, making you shyly giggle.

“I was kind of surprised that you remembered me on your first day in class to be honest.”

“How could I not remember the cutie from the supermarket that was struggling to get the pancake box at the highest shelf?” Hyunjin teased you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him playfully.

“Now you’re just being a flirt, aren’t you?” You said, making him wink at you.

“Is it working?” He asked.

A soft scoff left your lips but you also laughed, causing him to capture you in a kiss. The kiss was playful but also sweet, something you knew that just radiates off him naturally for he is the sweetest yet playful boy you’ve ever met.

You’re just lucky to have met someone who likes you for who you are and also appreciates art like you do.

~~~

[sparks-joy-imagines]

Your writing is so good🥺 Could you please write something about the reader using Gojo's own weapons against him and teasing him all day long like wearing a shorter skirts and bending over in front of him, touching him more than usual, whispering dirty things into his ear and more until he gets seriously frustrated and takes it out on her (in the best way possible djjsbj)

hello love~ I am so so so sorry to keep you waiting for this long🥺 Uni has been eating away at my life but I do hope you enjoy this one-shot~ It has been quite a ride writing it and I hope it's what you imagined~ much love - mesu.

warnings: not sfw, fingering, teasing & pining

Gojō Satoru x f!reader

You:

I’m just asking you to tone it down a bit at work, Satoru. You can’t keep crossing lines in front of the students.

Satoru:

I’m not the one to cross any lines though, doll. I just happen to have the kind of appeal that’s hard to resist😈

Your face fell and an exasperated sigh left your lips. Would it hurt too much if your boyfriend, Gojo fucking Satoru, was less of an arse sometimes? Especially during school hours?

He didn’t do anything which was blatantly against school policy, of course, even if you still hadn’t managed to find any proof for your suspicion that he knew every loophole concerning the sexual harassment and indecent conduct clauses, but he was pushing your buttons constantly and making you see things.

Given, it were things you craved yourself; but not with minors present or in any knowledge of what was happening between the two of you during afterhours. It was exasperating.

A soft huff left your lips as you gently rubbed your temples to ease the upcoming headache your boyfriend was giving you. It was not fair and you surely wouldn’t stand for it any longer, but the text you had just received was proof enough that Gojo had no intention to change his ways.

Maybe Gojo needed a taste of his very own medicine? Maybe he wasn’t the only one who was capable of not crossing any lines. A smile began to tuck at the corner of your mouth. And thus, a nice glass of wine in hand, planning Gojo’s demise began. . .

Jujutsu High. Teacher’s room. Next day.7:58 AM.

You had been awake since 5:00 AM to prepare for the big day. Freshly showered, shaved and all dolled up, you were rocking your favourite pair of heels. The tights you selected today had the pattern you knew would make Gojo ogle your legs from afar and the pencil skirt which was way too short to even be labelled as such was hugging your curves in all the right places. Combine that with a freshly ironed blouse in the colour of your eyes, giving away neither too little or too much cleavage and a choker which looked a little too tight to be comfortable , you were more than ready to drive Gojo out of his goddamn mind and into oblivion.

Speaking of the devil, Gojo fucking Satoru, himself stepped into the otherwise empty teacher’s room. He slit the door closed and as soon as he turned to you he stopped a split second in his movements. Barely noticeable to the untrained eye but you knew that he’d caught the hook. Splendid.

You suppressed the wicked smile which fought to flash over your face, before you approached him just as usual and rose to your tip toes to brush a quick kiss on his lips, “Good morning, Satoru.”

“Morning, love. You look ravishing today. What’s the occasion?”

Gojo’s gaze burned even through his blindfold, yet you simply shrugged nonchalantly, “Just woke up early?”

You were positive that his mind had already finished contemplating every possible scenario as to what your intention was, but this wasn’t going to stop you. Your revenge might after all be even sweeter if Gojo was painfully aware of what you were playing at.

You watched him sit down at his designated seat, naturally sprawling his legs out enough that neither of the seats beside his could be taken. Perfect. As if on a catwalk you approached him again, hips swinging while you carelessly brushed over your clothes that underlined your curves, well aware of the majority of Gojo’s attention on you.

Three smooth strides later you had placed yourself between his legs and leaned down to be on eye-level with him, offering a nice angle to your cleavage in the process, “You don’t mind, do you?”

Gojo’s lips curled into a smirk, tongue brushing over his dry lips, “Not at all, love, not at all.”

You gave him a short nod before you gathered your materials and headed to your first lesson of the day, hips swaying ever so slightly as you were positive he wouldn’t be letting you out of his sight for any single second. You had to be up your game if you wanted this to succeed.

By noon, you were sure you were slowly but steadily getting under Gojo’s skin.

He came around far more often than usual and just happened to pass by when you made a show of reaching up to get a box of new chalk for your lessons, dangerously close to losing balance on your heels, or when you loudly proclaimed that you had just dropped your keys and had to bend over all the way to pick them up.

You knew that he knew what you were trying to do, but you also knew he was unable to not buy into it. There was a reason Gojo fucking Satoru was smitten with you after all.

It was almost adorable how he kept circling you just like a lost puppy and you contemplated if you should just let him off the hook.

As the end of the school day was approaching both Gojo’s and your patience were running thin. In all of your planning you hadn’t given any thought of what effect all of this may have on yourself.

Having Gojo’s eyes on you at all times had made you hyper aware of his presence. The longer you were balancing a fine line of keeping things professional at work and driving Gojo insane had been a double edged sword all along. The more you edged him on, the more you wanted his hands to finally find their way onto your body.

Lost in your thoughts you squatted down again as elegantly as you could for what felt like the 100th time today, this time to fetch your favourite drink from the vending machine. You really needed to get home as soon as possible to rethink your strategy when you heard a soft thud from behind you which was soon to be drowned out by the bell echoing over the school grounds.

You hurried back on your feet and turned on the spot just to be pinned right against the vending machine. The blindfold dangled from Gojo’s neck and his usually bright eyes were darkened by dilated pupils.

A smug grin appeared on your lips and you casually rested your frame against the vending machine, tilting your chin up ever so slightly, silently revelling in the fact that you finally managed to make Gojo slip, “So?”

A low chuckle escaped Gojo’s throat, his own shit-eating grin matching yours in a riled up thrill. He leaned closer to you and blew cold air against your neck, sending shivers through your entire body. This day had really taken its toll on you, too.

Then, his lips finally met your skin as he spoke against your neck, his voice low and laced with bottled-up restraint, “Haven’t you been a naughty little vixen today, (Y/N). I admit you almost got me when you slipped out of those heels and got up on the table today to get down these damned boxes with old exams. I almost bent you over right there and then.”

His voice was barely more than a low growl and while he was speaking, he casually traced your pulse with his lips up your neck, approaching your ear and you started squirming slightly against the vending machine in your back.

“But you’ve always been an open book to me, (Y/N),” – he shortly took a break to nibble on your earlobe, making your breath hitch in your throat at the sensation of his teeth – “I could see how your own plan was getting back at yourself. I applaud your efforts. Did you really think you ever stood a chance, though?”

Another chuckle. Dark with longing.

You pressed your eyes shut as his proximity was driving you nuts, maybe more so than him.

“I succeeded though, didn’t I?” You smirked, shooting him a grin, “After all you’re the one who’s pinning me against the vending machine now during school hours.”

His smug expression stayed unimpaired as he leaned back slightly to get a better look at you and replied simply, “Afterhours, darling.”

Your face fell. The bell! You’d been so preoccupied not losing your cool that you actually hadn’t even noticed the school day ending! And Gojo had just waited for that!

The world started spinning as you got whiplashed back to reality where despite all of your efforts you never stood a chance to hold your ground against his sheer prodigy.

If not for the vending machine in your back, you surely would lose your footing, so you let yourself sink against it in defeat, sighing, “Fine, Satoru. You win, as always…”

When you finally found the courage to peek up at your boyfriend again, all of the smugness from earlier had vanished from Gojo’s expression and his affection for you basically radiated off of him.

“Now, now, darling. This isn’t about winning or losing, is it? ‘Cause if it comes down to it, I’ve already lost the moment I first laid my eyes on you.”

He gently lifted your chin higher until his lips finally collided with yours in what must’ve been the sweetest kiss you’d ever shared up until this point.

The moment you sighed contently against his lips and tried to deepen the kiss, you felt the familiar feeling of time and space shifting around you as Gojo changed locations for the two of you. Instead of the homely smell of either of your apartments though, the subtly sterile stench of the school’s storage room crept up your nose, “What the?!”

Irritated you opened your eyes just to notice the playfully smug expression back on Gojo’s stupidly handsome face.

“Come on, love. You didn’t actually think that only because I do get mushy with you sometimes, I’d let you off the hook for what you started, did you?”

You clawed your hands in his shirt and gasped when he stepped close enough to let you feel how tight his pants had become thanks to your actions.

“It’d only be polite to see your plan through, wouldn’t it? It’s your idea after all to go against school protocol, might I add.”

He was back at your neck and you subconsciously pulled him with you as you half-stepped, half-stumbled back until your rear met with the slightly elevated work bench which was probably the only surface in the storage which wasn’t packed with cleaning utensils.

You heard the fabric of your skirt slide up to your hips as Gojo easily placed you on the workbench, one hand riding up your thigh while the other impatiently moved to tuck on your blouse, skilfully opening the buttons while you were busy ripping away at his clothes.

It was an eye for an eye after all.

Soon you sat in your bra, writhing on the workbench, hands buried in Gojo’s hair. His shirt was unbuttoned, trousers all but forgotten loose around his ankles and the shiny leopard briefs you swore he only wore to piss you off were the only thing between you and the part of his you craved most right now.

“Satoru…~,” you whispered after another breathless kiss, finally feeling his hands approach your aching core.

When his fingertips brushed over the fabric of your soaked tights an almost lewd moan escaped your throat.

“No underwear today, huh?” Gojo smirked and you could hear the delight dripping of his raspy voice.

Just when you wanted to retort, the sound of your tights ripping as he casually tore away the interfering fabric, so instead you protested, “Hey, I liked the-ahh!”

Gojo’s long fingers had found their way inside of you while his thumb brushed over the little knot that made you see stars. You tried to keep it together and ignore the digits which were diligently hitting all the right angles inside of you to build up the much craved high, but instead of the acid glare you were going for you met Gojo’s eyes with a slightly dazed one. As usual his smug expression simply confirmed what you already knew - he’d just buy you another pair, as always.

Rolling your eyes you decided to concentrate your efforts to get revenge by nibbling on his lips which proved rather difficult by the way he was coaxing sounds of pleasure out of you. His fingers, lubricated by your wetness, had built a steady pace, his thumb giving just the right amount of pressure to create friction on your clit, edging you closer and closer to your relief while his free hand supported the small of your back.

Gojo lowered his head to your collarbone, tracing intricate patterns with his tongue and blowing cool air against them. The resulting shiver that ran through your body was but a drop against the building heat in your core and you tried to wiggle closer to his touch, not able to get enough of him.

You were so close now, every single thrust of his fingers possibly the one to make you cum. Your hands wandered up his torso, desperate for something to hold onto until they finally stopped at his shoulders.

Gojo gave a soft hiss as your nails almost pierced through his skin but you were already far too fixated on your release to care. And then Gojo curled his fingers to hit that spot deep inside of you, making your head effectively roll back as you spilled your juices all over the workbench. Your body convulsed in ecstasy and fireworks exploded behind your eyes as you couldn’t contain your sounds of pleasure any longer. If it hadn’t been for Gojo holding you up throughout your high you would’ve simply slid off of the bench, but he made sure to keep you up and let you ride out your high on his fingers.

It took some time for you to regain your composure and when you finally opened your eyes after having caught your breath you met Gojo’s playful gaze.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be so unhinged on school grounds, (Y/N). Is prolonged foreplay maybe a kink you conveniently forgot to tell me ‘bout, mh?”

You raised your brows in disbelief and huffed, “Seriously? That’s your take-away from this entire ordeal?”

“That and maybe to be a bit more lenient towards you, as you seem to be your own worst enemy when you try to tempt me.”

Your face grew hot and you quickly averted your eyes only for your gaze to be caught by his dick twitching under his briefs, ready for action. You unconsciously licked over your lips and heard Gojo low chuckle.

The next moment he grabbed your chin to force you to face him again, “But as we’ve already come this far right now, love, shall we move on to round two?”

After holding his gaze for a moment you shrugged and buried your hands in his hair to pull him down for another kiss to which he happily obliged.

It might not be perfect with him, but he was willing to learn.

At times.