#I'm pretty sure it's not the only time i drew them in a notebook either

[sequoiareachesforthesky]

I was feeling a bit weird about my art, like I hadn't really improved in a while, not in a way that matters to me at least, and it was bothering me a little. So I did what I usually do when that sort of things happen: I went back through some old drawings to see how I would draw them differently today, what I think I could improve in those works now, and doing that makes me feel a bit better about my current drawing skills (to be clear : I'm still very fond of my more ancient drawings, they're imperfect, and what I draw now still is, but they were genuine and I loved drawing them so I'm very proud of younger me for drawing those back then. I still love all of my old drawings so much).

Anyway, I found this one sketch, and it reminded me of a fun anecdote about it.

So throwback to when I was 15 and I drew this lesbian couple in my notebook during idk, biology class probably, and the girl next to me was asking me to see what's I was drawing. So even though I was reluctant, I showed what I had done so far and she went "wow, that's so pretty!" But the thing is, I had kept the tall girl's hair for last so she passed as a guy until I drew it, and when my neighbour realised it was a girl she made this face like, frowning her nose, kinda judgemental kinda disgusted and she didn't ask to see my drawings ever again.

I still think this drawing is cute. I was so right to draw lesbians instead of listening to whatever the lesson was about<3 Long live lesbians for real, y'all are so cool

Anyway, if you're an artist (any kind of artist), don't be ashamed of your past works. Like I have some stuff that I've drawn and that I find straight up ugly but I still love those drawings so much, because they meant something to me back then, and because idk, it's my art!! I created something!! Took it out of my heart and put it on paper!! And that's so cool!!

At the end of the day, all of this has made me realise that, since I'm not trying to be a professional artist, I don't need to get better, and honestly, I don't particularly want to. I can try if I ever feel the need, but as of now, I think I'm fine with just drawing whatever I can. Sometimes with the intent to share my work, sometimes just to keep it to myself. (Oh dear I love art so much actually it's insane. Every form of art. When it comes from the heart, I always manage to be drawn to it with so much intensity. I love the way people create. Yes this is just another art stan post lol)

[nogenderbee]

Hello! I had a silly and cute idea ahxjahjd

May I request a Toya x Male reader (if its not a problem ofc) when they are at school and they're doing some schoolwork in pairs, then, the reader just ask Toya his hand and he draws some little things like some coffees, stars, hearts, etc. And maybe this can be a relationship not stabilized? That would be even nicer shskhdjd

Have a good day/night!

Hello yet again! Of course you can, dear! I think not stabilized relationship means like hidden relationship but it's possible I got that wrong so deep free to tell me ^^" Anyway I hope you'll still like it!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Toya doing school project with male!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @miya-akane @toyaswif3y (not tagging you since you'll get notif either way)

You happened to get school project with Toya. It was pretty good news since you could work with the one you love and not one you don't even like! So right now the two of you were sitting in the library, as you were looking for informations for your project and he was writing down any useful informations.

But searching did take more time than writing things down, so it was just to be expected that he'd be sitting doing nothing for most of the time.

"Maybe I could help you? It'll be easier for you and we'd get the work done quicker."

"It's fine, I'm on good track so I should find something really good soon!"

"As you wish... I won't force it onto you..."

He was noticeably a bit disappointed that he couldn't make it this easier on you and that he had nothing to do right now, he just felt a bit useless there...

He was thinking of grabbing some book but you clearly told him you can get it by yourself so he just sat there, fidgeting with his pen when quite a childish thought came to his mind... he remembered how you drew many little symbols on his hand during classes you found boring and he was caucious for so many days to not accidentally wash it off because he liked it so much! Maybe you'd like it too?

You're not new to Toya's behavior so you quickly noticed him staring at your hand and at his pen, even if it was clear, you still weren't sure since it didn't really expect that from him. Despite that, you figured out asking won't hurt.

"You wanna draw on my hand?"

"Ah, yes I did thought of that... I know I have paper right in front of me but I just remember you doing that tor me and... I thought you may also enjoy it?"

"I'm sure I would. Feel free to do so if you want!"

You responded with a smile and you could swear that his eyes sparkled as he heard your answer! And almost immidietly he gently took your hand in his to make it easier on drawing and began doodling really small images above your wrist level so you could cover it if you'd wish to.

When you finally found something and looked his way, you could see lots of small images, stars, moon, sun, coffee, cookies and even one or two hearts! After all, he wanted to leave something that would clearly say how head over heels he is for you but he still didn't wanted to make your relationship obvious so he only let a few. He seemed to notice you're staring at his work tho and got a little bit nervous...

"It's not too much... is it?"

"No, it's all fine! I love it. I just found something we might want to use in our project!"

Your boyfriend only nodded with that charming smile of his before he moved pen he's holding from your hand, back to the notebook and began writing down whatever informations you gave him.

You on the other hand, couldn't stop admiritjg the little drawings he did. Hearts may be hardly seen but they're there and just the thought of him not being able to resist drawing few of them makes your heart skip a beat~

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[weilongfu]

DeanPharm Nymph AU - Panther Hybrid!Dean protecting Human!Pharm from other prey animals up in the mountains

The sun had still not yet risen when Pharm set down his last order, wrapped in coarse brown paper, on his counter before checking the lot one last time. "One for Bohn in the grove, one for Sarawat in the forest, one for Ram in the western thicket, one for Team by the lake, and two for Pha in the woods." Pharm checked them off on his list and smiled. "And once these are all delivered, I'll be right by the mountain in time to pick ingredients."

Pharm pulled a large basket over with straps to carry it on his back. It was woven carefully to be light yet strong. Peeking inside, Pharm smiled at the pair of linen pants, tunic, and boots at the bottom. "Hmm... I wonder if I'll see him today too." Pharm said with a smile as he looked out the window of his shop towards the mountains. "It is his mountain after all."

Pharm carefully stacked his packages in his basket and hefted it onto his shoulders. After another minute to lock up his store, Pharm set off. The path through all his destinations was winding, but Pharm relished the fresh air, sweet smelling in a different way than the smell of cakes and sweets in his kitchen. Sarawat was the first one encountered, sleeping under a tree; however, his package was received by the sparkling eyed nymph Tine who drew a very pretty flower in Pharm's notebook as signature of receipt.

"You better make sure he sees it before you eat it all," Pharm said while patting the taller nymph on the head. Tine only responded by putting a bouquet of sweet smelling violets in Pharm's basket and patting Pharm's head in return.

Next, Pharm found Ram and Bohn up early setting traps. Both accepted their packages and signed, but only Bohn was amused by Tine's signature.

"Thanks Pharm," Bohn said as he carefully stowed his package into his bag. "Duen's been looking forward to these." Bohn then gave Pharm a bag of dried and pitted cherries. Ram nodded in agreement and offered Pharm his pick of several hares and game birds. Pharm pointed at the ones he wanted and Ram nodded again, setting them aside to be delivered later in the day except for one hare, which Pharm took with him.

Next, Pharm found Pha traveling into the woods with company, the mysterious partner most of the village only knew by the smell of roses. "Hello, Pha. Hello, Yo." Pharm said with a smile before offering them their packages. Yo accepted happily while Pha signed Pharm's notebook.

"I'm glad we caught you here," Pha said while Yo peeked inside the wrapping. "The kids stayed with Pete in the woods last night and we're going to pick them up so they don't miss their lessons. They'll enjoy these for breakfast."

Pharm giggled while Yo snuck a piece of something. "I hope there'll be some left at any rate." Yo pouted at being caught and chastised by Pha, but left a small leaf-wrapped package of rosehips in Pharm's basket in thanks.

At last, Pharm came up to the lake and Team's camp beside it. Team was still snoring away, but beside him, another body stirred as Pharm approached.

"Oh, Win, right?" Pharm sat down a small distance away as Win eyed him carefully. "We met before, remember?" Pharm held out his hand and Win carefully took it and traced the lines of Pharm's palm.

Win's hands began to move further up Pharm's arm when a growl reverberated through the area. Win scrunched up his face and turned to look at the large panther stalking over. The panther nudged their hands apart before curling around Pharm and licking his face.

"Dean!" Pharm said with a giggle while hugging the large mountain cat. "Win is your friend, you didn't have anything to worry about."

Win made a variety of gestures at Dean while his mouth moved and Pharm was sure it was a particular brand of insult between nature spirits, or perhaps he was telling Dean to be irritating elsewhere and not disturb Team's sleep. Either way, Pharm gave Dean a scratch behind one of his ears before offering Win the package for Team. Win accepted and began drawing a crude picture in Pharm's notebook before Dean attempted to bite his hand. Win jerked away, looking scandalized before moving to lay next to Team again.

Dean huffed and then started grooming Pharm. "Dean! I took a shower!" Pharm rummaged in his basket and pulled out the hare from Ram. "Here, I brought you something too." Dean sniffed the hare and took it before walking off to the side to eat it. As Dean stalked off, Win returned, offering Pharm a woven basket filled with dried fish.

"Thank you, Win," Pharm said with a smile. "Next time, no pictures of people humping as your signature."

As Pharm rearranged the items in his basket to account for the things he'd been given, Dean returned and circled Pharm, rubbing the side of his body against Pharm's legs and his cheeks along Pharm's hips.

"Deaaaannn!" Pharm hoisted his basket up once more and pet Dean's head. "Come on, I'm not done yet."

Dean grumbled with a low, disappointed sound, but followed Pharm up the trail from the lake to the mountains. As Pharm began his foraging, Dean's ears stayed perked and alert. Once or twice, something sounded as if it was approaching, but Dean growled and the sounds turned into fleeing.

Later in the morning, Pharm caught the sight of wolves out of the corner of his eyes, in particular, one smaller one with fur in hues of gold and pink following a larger one in dark silver while being followed by one in light gray. Dean spared them no attention and the wolves came no closer, even though the gold and pink one did stop to stare for a moment.

At last, the sun was at its peak in the sky and Pharm looked in his basket, satisfied by what he'd managed to find. "This should last me for another week or two." Pharm turned to pet Dean once more and Dean stretched as he stood up from his position curled protectively around Pharm. "Will you want to come back to town with me?" Pharm asked as he scratched under Dean's chin. Dean purred and there was a shift before a tan and naked human lay where the panther had been. Pharm's cheeks turned pink as Dean's human form wrapped his arms around Pharm and kissed him properly. Pharm could only squeak before thrusting his hand into his basket and pulling out the clothes he'd kept there earlier. "You know the rules, no coming to town naked. I don't want Forth to try and explain things away again."

Dean pecked both of Pharm's cheeks before accepting the clothes and pulling them on. Pharm turned away but Dean still nipped at Pharm's neck, indicating he knew the effect he had on the smaller man.

"Deaaaannn!" Pharm turned around to give Dean the full force of his pout, but Dean had already dressed and Pharm had only turned his face into Dean's chest. Dean's arms wrapped around Pharm again, before nuzzling the top of Pharm's head. Another gentle kiss to Pharm's lips followed before Dean hoisted Pharm's basket onto his own shoulders. "You don't have to... I can carry it, Dean." Dean shook his head and took Pharm's hand before kissing the knuckles and leading him back down the mountain trail, hand in hand.

"Thank you, Dean," Pharm said as they continued back to the village. Despite not being able to purr in quite the same way in his human form, the sound from Dean still filled Pharm's chest with warmth. "Will you be staying long this time?" Dean kissed Pharm's knuckles again. "Just until I go back to the mountain? That's fine. But no keeping me up so late again!" Dean pouted and nuzzled Pharm's cheek. "I can survive letting you eat your fill of food, Dean. I don't think I can always survive your other appetite."

[seelestia]

oh goodness. i apologize this is late my brain has been VERY SCRAMBLED AS OF LATE 🫠🫠 anywayss tyy,,im still suffering from social stress actually so :/ not much i can do abt it. also i hope ayato ended up pampering u after all that as well shfjwjjdw (he did right-) but yes! i do prefer more quiet and intimate just to be with bedo tbh,,i just love how observant and attentive he is to my needs. gosh he's so sweet. i gib him all the kithes. ~Lycoris

NOOO, LY, YOUR BRAIN ISN'T EGGS! DON'T LET THE WORLD SCRAMBLE IT D; (yk bcs scrambled eggs?? fjkskfs, cyno told me it'd "guarantee" cheering you up a little 🫂 /lh)

social stress sucks, especially if the source is school since you're surrounded by people most of the time there <//3 is there any routines that you can do to help ease the stress out when you're there?? like having some 'me time' during recess, etc. i hope it gets better soon for you, ly! :(

here's some modern!au at school with your selfships that i thought of. wishing this can help lift your spirits for a bit! <3

albedo who offers you his hand and leads you to the rooftop so the two of you can take some time away from the crowds together. sometimes, he even locks the door to the rooftop from the outside to prevent people from intruding. it's fine, they'd probably just think that the rooftop is "closed for the day" (when it really is just him /lh). don't worry, according to albedo's words, "this is completely legal and it guarantees privacy."

(bonus: albedo who always reserves a corner in every piece of paper he has to sketch you. when you flip through his notebook, there's just a doodle of you on the bottom right of each page. "i'm afraid it's become a habit i don't wish to get rid of," he admits. how can he say that with such a pretty smile on his face.)

cyno who likes putting your hands into his pockets or his hands in your pockets. as long as he can hold your hands and there's pockets, he doesn't mind either. cyno says that he does this "because it feels nice", but it's probably so he can bury his face on your shoulder and fall asleep. if people send you weird looks, he'll shoot those back tenfolds. this guy is a loyal bodyguard!

tighnari who lends you his notes without even needing you to ask for them. strangely enough, you're surprised to find out that he drew smiley faces and adorable flowers as decorations. tighnari claims it's "to make the notes more immersive", but the unspoken truth is that he looks forward to see the way you smile when you see those doodles. you and only you get to see these notes, after all <3

gorou who likes preparing packed lunches or homemade bentos for you. it's no hassle at all, he really enjoys preparing these for you! knowing that he is doing something for you fills his chest with pride and affection. no, no, he definitely doesn't try his hardest to make sure the tiny whiskers on the bunny-shaped onigiris look good. not at all! (/lh)

ofc, your vibes are super wholesome! OH AND now that i think abt it, you also remind me of collei! it's most likely because of the recent windblume event where collei visited mondstadt and both she + sucrose were the representatives of us introverts 😭 oh, idk if you're a genshin player, but do tell me! if you do tho, which five-stars do you currently have?? is— is albedo one of them. (/lh) and if you don't play genshin, that's totally A-okay, dw! ;D

aaaa, ty! i find that i channel a lot of bubbly puppy energy, hehe. it kinda fits because i'm like a puppy who loves nudging my f/o's how with ayato as a spoiled fox / cat, and scara is a grumpy and hissy cat. i'm actually torn abt heizou but i think he might be an energetic chinchilla or smth. (/lh)

i couldn't find a sophibedo art but i found a pretty one for HOWLBEDO. HEHEHHE >:3c

sophibedo may not be as feisty as sophie, but he just can be stubbornly curious and humble at the same time !! just imagine sophibedo being stubborn and staring at you unrelentingly... yk, when someone is trying to be intimidating but they just end up looking cute instead, jfjejkdkkwek.

AWWW, THANK YOU, LY! it always makes me super happy to know that others enjoy my works, especially you (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) (/g) i love writing banters with scara because he's so annoying it makes me wanna throw a pillow at him (/aff) and heh, i hope you can feel the liddol serotonin boost rushing thru you when you look at bobas and get reminded of me and 'yato! ;D

dw, tighnari flicks you just to pull you closer the next second. what an underhanded trick (/lh)

eating popcorn as i watch a bunny trying to provoke a fennec fox and gets gently flicked with the poofy tail. (/lh) which reminds me that tighnari canonically takes care and grooms his tail really well! does he let you lay your head on it sometimes?? maybe, even snuggle it??? that sounds like the softest makeshift pillow you'll ever get 🤭

and i can see that the general mahamatra is a clingy one, judging by how he's hanging off of your arm rn. (/lh) A SMOL BUNNY THAT DOESN'T NOM NOM ON CARROTS... what a fascinating little floof! would you eat cookies if they're carrot-shaped. (/j) also, random but why do i have the feeling that cyno dislikes veggies and tries to avoid them sneakily at the dinner table—

"oh?" the expression on tighnari's face was nothing short of amused. he placed a hand on top of your head, an act that would've been considered offensive if done to a species with animalistic ears on their head like the forest ranger himself — but he knew you were an exception. and so, with gloved fingers, tighnari ruffled your hair gently as he huffed an affectionate sigh, "i didn't think you'd admit to being a brat so quickly."

("you're going to keep this up, aren't you? oh, i can tell my sanity is in danger already," he facepalms. but you have the feeling that he doesn't sound as serious as he makes himself out to be.)

i feel like tighnari can be so cheeky in private and i fear for you, ly. what if you turn to goo again, no— (/lh) JFKSKSKS BOTH YOU AND GOROU ARE SO WHOLESOME. like so cute scara tells me he's gonna puke just looking at the two of you scara, be nice. (don't mind his analogy, that just means your cuteness as a couple is thru the roof /aff) 🤭

dw, heizou gave me compensation in the form of hanging from my arm the whole day and treating me to stuff. i'm more amused by it tho, in a "now ik you talk to animals like a reporter and i'm never gonna live it down" way, hehehe. yeahhh! we're all just a bunch of nerds having drinks and checking out the books we bought. it's a book club atp (/j)

i personally think scara would be sorta interested in going to a lego store for some reason LMAOAOAO

oooo, somewhere artsy! any specific places in mind? my first thought is pottery classes for some reason fjkekdkk. oh, how chaotic that'd be! i think cyno might get frustrated when his clay plops and he just goes, "this is just a minor obstacle in my path to making the best pottery ever." he starts going there everyday afterwards. cyno can be childishly competitive like that. tcg??? no, pottery. (/j)

AWW, THAT'S SO CUTE. let me tell you this right here and now, cyno would be so proud of that apron! like super proud, the 'i'm gonna make excuses just to wear this' type of proud. embarrassed? what do you mean, embarrassed? the general mahamatra doesn't know the definition of shame, it's something his bunny made him and he's gonna cherish it till the end of time. people who disagree can file their complaints to the akademiya, smh. (/lh)

as long as you and cyno don't start a flour fight and the kitchen is all right in the end, it's all good. i'm sure tighnari and albedo agree with me (/j) btw, ly, how would you rank your boys in the kitchen?? >:3c

if it were me, i'd rank mine like this (hehe):

1. scara !! surprised or not, he's canonically good at cooking and i find that funny in a cute way he gets so offended when others look so shocked like since when does people with an attitude can't cook?? (/lh). more civil in the kitchen too because "there're places to pick a fight and it's not here, you idiot."

2. heizou !! his cooking skills may not be as impressive as scara's, but i'd say sufficient enough <3 he makes good sandwiches for a quick picnic break! but likes whining that his arms are 'sore' so his 'knight in shining armor (me)' to help him out, hmph. (/aff)

3. ayato !! he can't cook and should not be allowed in the kitchen. i swear, 'yato views the kitchen as a laboratory because instead of making edible food, he puts stuff into the pot like a witch brewing potions 😭 banned from the kitchen forever. (/j)

and dw abt chonking off the brainrot! you can even take a break in the middle of it >:) my inbox is here to stay and i don't want you to feel like you have to answer all of them in one sitting. take your time! ;D 🫂 (/gen)

heheee, good! i'm glad to see you feeling a bit better after a break (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾o＾) oooo, boba and cookies 'n cream! why is it so cute that boba and oreos happen to be round-shaped, hdjjejfke. ayato added that he thinks you're cultured for your likes 🤭 also, idk why but i always feel like snickerdoodles are the face of cookies?? like when people say cookies, they just come to my mind first! (/pos) + maybe snickerdoodles are a comfort food/pastry for you?? that's really cute, it reminds me of hot chocolate and resting by the hearth during winter (>_<) what's your fav season btw, ly?? >:3c

blueberry muffins and ice cream croissants make my taste sound too fancy for some reason, i swear, i'm a simple gal because desserts aside, sandwiches with extra chicken slices in them make me vv happy too— (/lh)

DON'T WORRY, i can fix the inbox's door right back up with ayato's money !! (/lh)

PINKBEDO FOR THE WINNNN. ly, instead of albedo, let's just call him strawbedo 🤭 atp, his pretty blonde hair is just a canvas for anyone to put any colors on. it's just too paintable for its own good (/aff)

i bet klee will love strawbedo sm she'll start telling him to lean down so she can give him a pat!! this is so cute. klee and ly 🤝 strawbedo lovers <3

[4aloysius-porteu]

i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei

masterlist | 1 | 2 | chapter 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.

genre: fanfiction, fluff

wc: 2.6k

She has met the tall, blonde, and bespectacled male yet again.

"Oh, the midget stalker is here."

"You again?! Seriously, I think it's you who's following me!"

"Hah, what do I get from following an extremely short person like you?" He said, borrowing her words from yesterday.

(Y/N)'s eyebrows creased further in irritation. "Why do you keep mentioning my height?!"

"It was you who started it. Anyways, can you shut up? Do you know that you're in a library?"

She didn't retort back and simply sat on the chair with her arms crossed. It was a fine day then —BOOM— this giant decided to appear out of nowhere. She was trying to forget this person who's associated with some of her embarrassing moments but those just got smashed back to her mind. (Y/N) sighed and pulled a book at the bottom of the stack to start reading, but noticed that the blondie is still standing near the edge of the table, hesitating to sit down while glancing somewhere and back to her.

"What?" (Y/N) frowned.

"Why am I unnecessarily stuck with you on this table?" He sighed, pulling out the chair.

"Because all of the tables here are taken? If you're worried about your glasses being knocked off, don't worry, I won't do anything reckless anymore."

"That's a nice reassurance," He settled down and brought out his studying materials.

Both of them shared the table in the crowded library. Ignoring the people, between them was a silent atmosphere. No one was talking as they both minded their own studies; he was reading quietly and turning pages of a huge book while (Y/N) wrote key points from the printed work and highlighting her notes. Sometimes, the other would leave to return books to their shelves and came back with new stacks. This went on for a few hours until her pen ran out of ink. She scribbled at the back of her notebook in hopes that the ink just got stuck, to no avail. She sighed, resting her head on the notebook. But she really needed to take down notes for her upcoming entrance exam.

"Hey." (Y/N) reluctantly said.

The blonde male looked at her, confirming if he's being called, "What?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your business but... do you have a spare pen?"

He stared at her with a straight face and placed his chin on the top of his knuckles, implying his refusal to lend one.

(Y/N)'s mentally gritted her teeth. I'm just going to borrow a pen and he's making it hard for me?!

Swallowing her pride, she said, "Look, I need to finish my notes. I'll return it to you right away when I'm done. I promise. Please?"

He scoffed as brought out a pen, "An inkless pen is all it takes for you to become a less lively puppy? You better keep your promise."

A puppy?! "You didn't need to compare me to a puppy but, thanks."

She continued her work but her focus was a bit shaken. This happens whenever she's interrupted or took a break away from writing. Soon, her focus vanished and boredom took over. She tried to read a book to review ideas but her brain won't cooperate. She groaned, her head and arms fell to the table again. The blonde saw but chose to ignore her.

She closed her eyes for a second, however, her gaze fell to the blank paper in front of her face. Her hands are itching to do something other than reviewing and writing, so she put down the pen she borrowed and took a pencil out of her pocket. She placed a pile of books near her notebook so that the male won't notice what she's doing. There, she started to sketch the base of the figure.

She would observe the four-eyed guy who's busy reading some sort of article while taking notes. He has a calm expression on his face rather than an irritated scowl or a mocking grin he usually has. He wears a long blazer and probably a long-sleeved shirt inside. His blonde hair is short yet the edges are a bit curly and his upper eyelashes are prominently long. This was the first time she stared at the jerk's face who she kept bumping into random places that irked the hell out of her, but for some reason, she felt that she had seen this person before the accident in the park, albeit she doesn't know where. (Y/N) came to a conclusion; he was a little good-looking.

The girl looked back to her drawing and shook her head at her own ideas. I can't believe I actually thought that this guy is handsome. How can such a mean creature be blessed with such looks?! Ugh, don't mind, (Y/N). I'm only drawing him because he seems like a great canvas subject, it's not like I haven't done this to other people before...

She went on drawing and drew details to the sketch similar to the boy in front of her. To make the drawing more accurate, she stole small glances at him. She kept things low key because it'll be another embarrassing event if he found out what she's doing. She made the lines smoother in one swift move. The hair and clothes' folds are already well-drawn while she focuses on the detail of his eyes and glasses. She was about to shade when the male finally caught her.

"What is it?" He questioned, closing his book with a low voice and creased eyebrows.

(Y/N) froze on the spot. As much as she doesn't like it, she maintained eye contact with him, thinking of the best alibi that he couldn't argue with. Then, she remembered that she doesn't know his name.

"Uhm... nothing. I was just wondering if you have a name." While talking, her finger subtly moved to grab the nearest object it could get to cover her drawing.

"I have, but why would I mention it to you?" He cooly replied.

"It's alright. I'm not asking you to. Unless you want to be referred to as he/him or the tall, blonde glasses guy all the time?" (Y/N) countered.

He silently turned a page before answering, "Well, it's not like we'll meet every day."

"Oh," was her only reply. Looks like he will stay a nameless guy in her head for a long time. She was about to get back to her business when he spoke.

"Tsukishima Kei."

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "I'm not going to repeat it." He added.

She smiled, having clearly heard it right away. "Can you tell me how it is written?"

He looked at her to check for ill intentions but found nothing in her eyes. He hesitantly wrote the characters of his name on a piece of paper.

"I'm (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you again, Tsukishima-san." She'd like to initiate a handshake for peacemaking, but she knows how he'd only decline it. She wrote her name for him to see as well.

Tsukishima Kei. She repeated in her mind. What a nice name.

With a notebook covering the upper portion of the paper where she had drawn his portrait, she wrote his name at the bottom. She proceeded to the shading and background features. Backgrounds are one of the things she hates in art because it takes too long to draw one compared to the subject itself. Luckily it's only a sketch so she won't have to suffer. Although she doesn't know if Tsukishima had seen whatever she's doing so she's still cautious. She peered at him for the nth time so she could distract his peripheral vision. Maybe to test the social initiative skills she hasn't used for a long time too.

"Uhh, can I ask something?" She started.

"Hm?" He responded without taking his eyes off the page.

"What school are you from?"

"Amemaru Middle School."

(Y/N) hummed, thinking of another question, "Then, what school are you enrolling to? It must be an upper class one since you had to read those large books and all."

"Not really," Tsukishima closed the book, "I plan to go to Karasuno High School. They may not have a difficult entrance exam, but these readings are for decent grades and some stock knowledge."

"Decent grades, huh... you look like you could achieve more though. I'm pretty sure you'll ace it." She answered, "I was from Kitagawa Dai Ichi. I'm taking an exam in Shiratorizawa soon."

"You're going to that high-class academy? I see, I failed to notice that because you don't look like one. Have fun clashing with other elites there."

"Elites? What are you talking about, you still believe there's such a hierarchy?" (Y/N) chuckled.

"There is though. A gap between them and mere humans in terms of skills and power."

"In the end, they're still humans though. Be it numbers, hard work, or some unique strategy, those 'mere humans' you say will always struggle to step on equal levels with those on the highest rank."

Tsukishima only hummed and stared down at her, "Perhaps I was wrong on assuming you're an elite. You're clearly not."

"Are you underestimating me?" She challenged.

"No, I was just saying. Can I ask something though?"

"What?"

"Why are you suddenly talkative?"

She was caught off guard but tried not to stutter, "Me? Talkative? I'm always like this."

"Really?" He raised his brows, totally not buying it.

"Ugh, fine! I'm tired of studying!" She sighed, "I was scribbling some doodles on my notebook because I'm bored so I thought it wouldn't hurt to talk to Mr. Beanpole in front of me. Forgive me and my awkward social skills."

"Your social skills are not bad. I'm just thankful you aren't using the precious ink of my pen for drawing." He said, stacking the books he used.

She gasped, panicked inside, "You aren't looking at my drawing, are you?"

He got up to return the books,"Don't worry, it's none of my business."

She exhaled in relief, spared from another memory of embarrassment. Her eyes followed his walking figure and watched his movements. She looked at her drawing to compare and used her fingers to define lighting. When Tsukishima got back and placed new reviewers on the table, (Y/N) asked him once more.

"Do you ever get tired of studying?"

"Sometimes I take a break, but I can only do that if I have finished everything."

"What a diligent student you are."

"I hardly see any benefit in being dumb and slacking off all the time."

"Eh, I hardly see any benefit in studying Algebra and Calculus. I have a lot of questions. Do you use derivatives in counting money or salary? Do you use trigonometry in dividing pizzas or corn chips? Why do I need to find the limit of a function if numbers are infinite? Why do I need to get the formula of a certain point in each line or curve I draw on the graphing paper? What is the correct answer for?" (Y/N) complained.

Tsukishima looked at her blankly, doubting her chances of passing the Shiratorizawa's board exam. "I couldn't argue with that, I'd rather read a book composed of words than formulas, but you don't have a choice. Although, if you plan to be an engineer or something, that'll be a different perspective."

"No, thanks, I won't eat math books for breakfast. Other subjects are interesting enough to keep me awake in class, but numbers don't really entertain me."

"Then, what do you do?" He asked, writing on his notes.

"Not much. I just draw, paint, listen to music, and watch anime."

He let out an amused hum, "How about you? What do you do other than to study?" (Y/N) asked.

"I play volleyball, listen to music, and read narrative books."

"Volleyball? So that's what your height is for! I thought it's just for cleaning and reaching high places."

"That's rude."

"If I am, what do you call yourself? Besides, I don't want to make wrong assumptions."

"You just did."

"...right. I'm sorry."

The sense of familiarity took over (Y/N)'s brain, telling her that she definitely had met this Tsukishima guy before. Her face scrunched a little, trying to search her memories and connect the dots. Her eyes found his face again.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" His eyes narrowed, his annoyance towards the girl slowly rising.

"I HAD met you somewhere... before that accident, where did I see you?"

He was about to say something when (Y/N) stopped him, "Shh, I'm thinking."

He crossed his arms and frowned at her. Volleyball, Amemaru MS... She was about to say it but Tsukishima spoke first.

"Were you one of the audience who watched the middle school volleyball inter-high a year ago?"

"I was! Wait, you remember?"

"That was the only place where I could find someone from Kitagawa Dai Ichi." He confirmed.

"Correct. I was a part of the school paper where I was assigned in the sports category. I took a picture of you when my senior was interviewing you! You were the tallest middle blocker in the games! How could I forget that! So that's why whenever you irk me, it was familiar!"

"How am I annoying you? Aren't you the one who kept on talking right now?"

"I've figured out that there's no kind bone in you. And the way you keep on stuffing the spikes from the opposite team. It was never-ending that they didn't have a chance to score properly." She pouted.

"What do you expect from a middle blocker? It was my job to block spikes."

"You could've gone easy on them."

"The game would lose it's sense if that's the case."

"Fine. You're not wrong." Their conversation was cut short after she ceased talking. At least she found out where she first met Tsukishima. She finished the portrait sketch. Grinning, she believed that she captured his features accurately in her drawing. She'd like to hold it near him and compare to make sure though. Satisfied with her work, she went back on turning pages.

"So, you've finally decided to continue to study?" Tsukishima prodded.

She smiled, "I guess. Thank you for talking to me. That was a great stop."

Both of them worked quietly, but now, the irritation they felt towards each other lessened. After some time, a person in the speaker announced that the library will be closing before 6 pm. Tsukishima returned all the books he borrowed and packed his things.

"You're going home?"

"I don't want to come home late. You aren't finished with your notes yet?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll leave five minutes before six."

"Alright. I'll get going now." He swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, wait! Your pen!" (Y/N) abruptly remembered seconds after.

"I don't need it anymore. It was useful, apart from its close on running out of ink."

"But it's yours and you told me to keep my promise!"

"Whatever. Keep it or throw it." He walked out and wore his headphones, having no intention to listen to anyone.

She sighed and checked the ink. More than half of it is gone, but she can use it again if she wishes. (Y/N) placed her fist to her cheek while writing.

Random Tsukishima Kei facts:

In the second prototype chapter (unserialized, one shot, the first idea of the author on how haikyuu will go) Tsukishima was a second-year, which was changed in the serialized version where he's a first-year. His initial height in the prototype chapter is 184cm, a little shorter than his official height (190.1cm). In an extra sketch, Furudate commented, "Tsukki and Tanaka being in the same year would spell chaos!

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Hi! I'm new to your blog but I really love your writings! This might be long but, can I ask for popular school girl SuA with shy and timid reader that always sketches SuA on her sketchbook but then she loses it and finds out that SuA found her sketchbook?

Sua x Reader

Sketchbook

As usual she was slowly appearing on the paper, your pencil drawing her features in a systematic way. Your lines were fast but clear, you knew you didn't have that much time before she'll change her posture.

Few steps in front of you was your eternal muse Kim Bora, or rather Queen Sua as you liked to call her.

She was the popular girl of your highschool, known for her strong temper and legendary beauty. She wasn't the typical mean cheerleader but wasn't a sweet and innocent girl either. Her and her friends seemed to be nice people from what you knew, not that you would knew if they weren't anyway. You were too much of an introvert and an excessively shy person to even dare meet their eyes.

At the time her head turned in the opposite direction, you were already ready to start a new sketch, your pencil pretty much never leaving the paper of your sketchbook.

A sketchbook that was filled with Sua's face, smile and body in general. There weren't really anything else drawn in there, your only source of inspiration being her. Her face would be plastered at every corner of every page of this book by the time the school year would end.

It didn't matter though, you were the only person seeing it and it would forever be that way. So you kept doing it, you kept drawing her over and over again like a maniac. Every class you had together was an opportunity to captured her beauty once again.

Friday was the best for that, Sua at a perfect distance, a two hours boring class that didn't make her move the slightest and a perfect natural light coming from the window.

Sadly this class always seems to end prematurely, never letting you the time to just contemplate the features that you spent so much time and energy copying. The instant your pencil touched your pencil case fabric, the bell rang.

You sighed, disappointed with your performance, still unable to purely enjoy the view. Next time you thought as you grabbed your bag and exited the classroom, Bora had already leave so you didn't have any good reason to stay any longer.

As usual once home you grabbed a snack and went right into your room, you had enough interactions with people for a week. Your shyness making you uncomfortable even by just staying in the same room as other people, even though you knew nobody was forcing you to talk to any of them.

As you got your homework out of your bag determined to finish them as fast as possible, you noticed that for once your sketchbook wasn't on top of the other books as it usually was. Something wasn't right, it was always on top because it was the last thing you packed everytime.

Maybe it fell inside your backpack you tried to convince yourself as you emptied your bag carefully. Putting out your books one by one, you started to understand that you wouldn't find it there.

You didn't remember putting it in after the end of the class or rather you knew you didn't. You've left your sketchbook filled with drawings of your crush on a desk in a classroom. You were now sure that at least one person other than you would see it too, you were just praying for them to be a teacher.

It was the best thing that could happen, well rather the least embarrassing, a teacher wouldn't go around and spread rumours about a nobody liking the Queen Bee, when it would be the first thing a teenager would do.

Plus if it's the teacher of your class who found it, it was even better because even though his subject was super boring he on the other hand was super kind and wouldn't even try to make a joke about it.

You probably should have decided to wait until monday to get it back but seeing that it was only 5pm and knowing your school was closing at six, you decided to try your luck.

Running all the way back to school was really making you want to die but it was for your own good at the end. Arrived in front of the gate you lost all hope, it was already closed.

You cursed, you were out of breath and sweaty for nothing. God, you hated yourself for this mistake now. You closed your eyes, hands on your thighs trying to breath correctly again when a voice echoed.

"You'll never be a great athlete but at least you tried I guess. I mean, I would have tried too if I were you. Forgetting your precious sketchbook full of me, seriously shame on you."

You didn't have a lot of occasions to hear Sua's voice, yet you knew it was her immediately as she opened her mouth. You eyes were ready to pop out of their orbits seeing her this close and directly talking to you for the first time.

She was still looking inside the book, observing page after page carefully. Saying you were embarrassed would be an understatement. If you could become a rock right now you would.

"You sure are talented, no need to try to be an athlete you're way better at drawing there's no doubt."

You didn't even know it was a good thing or not, your heart telling you that your ultimate crush just complimented your drawing skills and your brain reminding you the number of drawing of her that were in this sketchbook. She would surely think you're creepy once realizing that there was nothing but her in there.

Feeling your intense gaze Bora looked back at you making you panick.

"You seem really embarrassed about what you drew, should I be offended ?"

You tried to talk but your throat was as dry as a desert, you were only able to shake your head, your voice suddenly inaudible.

A smirk made its way on Sua's face, seeing you in this state was pleasing her, that's why she decided to force your voice out by getting closer.

"If you're not even able to deny it I'm surely going to be offended and you might never see your sketchbook again. So is it embarrassing to draw me ?"

"No no it's not like that, I just don't want you to think I'm a psycho."

"If it can reassure you while you were training for the Olympics I had the time to get a look at every single pages in that book and never have I thought that you were anything but cute."

"Oh thanks God I was worried you might be scared of me..wait what did you just say ??"

Seeing the way your now red cheeks Sua let out a chuckle before answering.

"I think your cute, especially when you're shy actually, those blush suit you well."

"I..I..."

You didn't even know what to answer, you never expected something like to happen. Only your dreams allowed you to live that kind of fantasy but now that the fantasy became real you couldn't do much except blush even more.

Of course Sua didn't stop yet, she needed to add something that would forever change your life.

"So .. would you go on a date with me ? I...I hope I didn't misread the signs but I kind of understand that you were into me at least as much as I'm into you, you just are way more talented than I am."

As she said those words Bora hand you a notebook, you didn't understand what it meamt at first. But once you red what was inside you understand that while you were busy drawing her, Sua was occupied writing songs about you.

Maybe forgetting that sketchbook was for the best.

Hi, welcome to this blog then and thank you 🤗 Here is your request hope you'll like it. Give feedback. 💕 -Ael

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The color of your eyes

Summary: Catelyn Tully has been dating Brandon Stark for months and she’s never seen even a hint of any color. Then one day he invites her to have dinner with his family and when the door to the the Stark house opens her world suddenly explodes with colors.

This was just a quick something I wrote for fun in like an hour and can’t get myself to edit. So there are probably a lot of mistakes and stuff since it’s not edited at all. But I hope it’s worth reading anyway. 

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Catelyn

For as long as she could remember she had known that the moment you looked into your soulmate’s eyes you would see the world in color. But everyone had got it wrong, the colors would come when you truly came to love your soulmate deeply. That was the way of it. That was at least what Catelyn told herself. That when she really fell in love with Brandon the colors would come. But she was starting to get desperate. She loved Brandon, she really did. But she saw no colors, everything was just black and white and grey. And every night when she went to sleep she hoped for that she would open her eyes the next morning and finally see what all the colors looked like. Every time Cersei showed her a new dress and talked about what a pretty shade of red it was Catelyn just nodded without a word. She had no idea about what red looked like, but no one knew that. She had told everyone that she did see colors because Brandon was her soulmate, wasn’t he? One day he had said to her that he saw colors and that it was because of her, and she had looked at him and found that she couldn’t tell him that she didn’t. Because if she was his soulmate he had to be hers, right? So she had forced a smile upon her face and told him that she saw colors too, that the world was so beautiful. It had been months since that and still she saw nothing. The lack of colors in her life was slowly destroying her from the inside. She just wanted to know what red looked like. She had been told her that her eyes were blue, she wanted to know what that meant. But she went on with her life despite not knowing what color the grass was, fueled herself with the hope of that maybe the next day she would know what color her notebook was. Maybe the next time she saw Brandon she would know what color the sky was.

One Friday night she sat alone in the sofa in her small apartment and watched something stupid on the TV just to pass time. Brandon had told her that he had something important to do and all of her friends were out of town over the weekend. So sitcoms and a bowl of popcorn had been her company. And as she watched the screen and silently wondered what the colors were Brandon just barged into the room. Catelyn had to use all her control so that she wouldn’t scream, hells, was her heart still beating?

“You can’t do that!” she said angrily. “I’ve told you to at least knock before you come in!”

“Sorry, babe” he said and grinned.

He was very pretty. Even in black and white he was handsome. She was so lucky to be his girlfriend, she was reminded almost every day. And he made her laugh, he made her feel so good. But she still saw no colors. Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe she wasn’t able to see colors because she wasn’t normal. Brandon was her soulmate, why couldn’t she see what color his shirt was? Would she live the rest go her life in black and white? 

“It’s fine” she said and smiled.

He sat down next to her on the sofa and laid an arm around her. She leaned against him, felt the disappointment fill her. No colors that time either. Just more black and white. She hated black and white. She was so tired of them.

“Cat, I want you to meet my family” Brandon said suddenly.

“Oh, uhm... I would love to meet your family.”

The question had caught her off guard. She didn’t feel like Brandon really was the guy to take a girl to meet his family. But she was his soulmate, of course he wanted them to meet his soulmate. 

“My parents invited us over for dinner tomorrow. My siblings will be there too” he said.

“Great!” 

She tried to be cheerful, tried to be happy about that Brandon wanted her to meet his family. But she only felt terrified. Once she had met his family it would be so official. It would really be them. Maybe for the rest of her life. What if she never saw colors because she didn’t love him enough? Was it her own fault that she couldn’t see colors? She had to stop thinking, her thoughts were spiraling out of control. She was just going to meet Brandon’s parents, and it would be fine. It would be nice to meet his parents.

“You don’t need to worry” Brandon laughed. “They’re very nice, I promise.”

“I’m sure they are.”

***

Brandon talked non-stop the whole ride to his parents’s house, so Catelyn didn’t have to. And it was honestly quite nice, she was so nervous that she didn’t know if she would be able to get out words. The feeling got even worse when they stopped the car outside a big house on a quite nice street. And when they walked up to the door and Brandon rang the doorbell she almost told him that she was feeling sick and that he had to drive her home again. She wasn’t ready to have dinner with his family, but she had came too long to call it quits, she had to follow through. And even though she believed that it couldn’t get any worse it did in a way get worse when the door opened.

He didn’t look a lot like Brandon. He was shorter, his face was plainer. But she had never felt a feeling more wonderful than the feeling that filled her when he met her eyes. His eyes were grey, but not like grey had looked like before, it was a new grey, a prettier grey. And his hair was brown and hung down ot his shoulders. She didn’t know how she knew that that color was brown, she just knew. The flannel shirt he wore over a plain white shirt was blue. Blue was a very pretty color, she realized. She really liked blue, but not as much as she liked the shade of grey on the man’s eyes. It was beautiful. And to Catelyn the man was beautiful. 

She stumbled backwards a step and drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t look away from the man in the doorway. She didn’t know if she was able to. And he stared back at her, his lips slightly parted. Did he see colors for the first time ever too? Or was he just weirded out by how she stared at him? Was that man her soulmate? Was she his soulmate? Had she just been living a lie? What was happening to her?

“Have you met before?” Brandon asked confused after a moment of silence.

“Uhm, no” Catelyn said and shook her head slightly as she tried to get herself back together.

When she looked at Brandon she saw that his hair was the same shade of brown as the man in the doorway’s. But his eyes were a different grey. She liked the other shade of grey better. Why? Didn’t she love Brandon? She did, she knew that she loved Brandon. She didn’t even know the man in the doorway. But she had met his eyes and suddenly she saw all the colors of the world.

The man in the doorway, the man who seemed to be her soulmate, held out a hand towards her. 

“My name is Ned” he said.

Ned. Brandon had not talked much about him. They were very different, from what she had understood.

She smiled.

“I'm Catelyn” she said and shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

His hand was very warm and suddenly Catelyn became aware of how cold her hands were.

“The pleasure is all mine” he replied.

His voice is quiet, but shocked. He must have had the same experience as she had just had. He must have looked into her eyes and suddenly seen what color they were. What were they going to do? What was she supposed to say? She had met her soulmate, but there was a little problem. Her soulmate was her boyfriend’s brother. And she had told Brandon that she saw colors because of him, as far as he knew she had been seeing colors for months. Holy fuck, she was in a messy situation, there were no doubts about that. In some way she had to break up with Brandon, despite being Brandon’s soulmate, he had told her that she was his soulmate. But he wasn’t hers. How did that even work? Had the universe just screwed Brandon over? Well, in some way she had to talk to Ned. She would have to figure out a way to talk to him without Brandon around. Because he was the person that Catelyn was supposed to spend her life with, not Brandon.

“Come in” Ned said and stepped aside so that Catelyn and Brandon could go inside.

Catelyn glanced at Ned as she walked past him and their eyes locked once more. She quickly looked away, didn’t know what to do or how to feel. Fucking hell, what was she going to do? 

Ned

Brandon was bringing another girl home to meet them. Ned had stopped caring a couple of ones back, no one lasted. Every time his mother insisted on that the one would come eventually, that one day Brandon would bring home his future wife. As if he didn’t know that the girls he was bringing were not his soulmates. You knew when you met your soulmate, not even Brandon would be stupid enough to not realize the difference between black and white and colors. Brandon knew fully well that he was just taking a girl home despite the fact that their relationship wouldn’t last. Ned had promised himself that he wouldn’t let his family meet anyone until it was his soulmate. Until he had met the girl that made him see colors. Because Ned’s world was miserably black and white.

The doorbell rang, but no one opened the door. So that fell on Ned. He walked out into the hall and opened the door. Outside was Brandon and next to him stood a woman. He met the woman’s eyes. 

And suddenly he saw that they were blue. It was the only color Ned had ever seen, but he immediately knew that it was the most beautiful color in the world. He changed his mind a second later though, when he saw her hair. He decided that that red was the most beautiful color in the world. Or maybe it was the shade of pink on her lips. Perhaps it was the slight blush on her cheeks from the cold. In the end he decided that blue was the prettiest color, the blue of her eyes. She was beautiful. And his brother’s girlfriend. And Ned’s soulmate. Oh fuck. 

She stumbled backward and inhaled sharply, but she still looked at him. And he looked at her, couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The shock on her face was as clear as day. Was she seeing colors for the first time too? Was he her soulmate? 

“Have you met before?” Brandon asked and looked at the woman.

Ned believed that he would have known if he had met the woman before.

“Uhm, no” the woman said and shook her head.

She looked up at Brandon as if she was seeing him for the first time all over again. Well, if she had experienced the same thing as Ned had, she was in a way seeing Brandon for the first time. Was she amazed by how handsome Brandon was? Was she disappointed by that Ned was her soulmate? He knew that he wasn’t as handsome as Brandon, nor as charming. Brandon had always been the one to get all the girls. Ned would have understood if the woman was disappointed by that Ned was the person she was supposed to spend her life with. Was Ned even her soulmate? He had to be, because she was his. And she wouldn’t have reacted so much by just seeing a new person, would she? Maybe it was a good idea to ask for her name, introduce himself. 

“My name is Ned” he said and stretched out a hand towards her.

She smiled. A smile so beautiful that it put the stars to shame.

“I’m Catelyn” she said and shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Her hand was so cold that Ned almost got a second shock. How was it even possible to have that cold hands?

“The pleasure is all mine” he heard himself say.

He had never known a greater pleasure than seeing Catelyn. The feeling when their eyes had met, it was the best thing Ned had ever felt. And he didn’t even know Catelyn. Was he supposed to say something more? He would have to do something eventually. But what? Catelyn was his soulmate, but she was together with Brandon. How was Ned going to talk with her about what had just happened when Brandon was there? They couldn’t talk with Brandon around. But she would leave after the dinner, together with Brandon. Maybe he would never see her again, he didn’t know a thing about her. He couldn’t just let her go, she was the person that Ned was supposed to spend his life together with. 

“Come in” he said and stepped aside so that they could come inside.

That was all he could think of. He had to let them inside, he would have to work something out during the evening.

When Catelyn walked past him their eyes met again and he was once more struck by how beautiful they were. But she quickly looked away again, as if though she had been burned. Did she hate it? Would she rather see everything in black and white than in colors because of Ned. He knew that he was probably ridiculous, why would Catelyn hate him? They didn’t even know each other. It was just that why would any woman want him when she could have Brandon? Everyone had always preferred Brandon.

He closed the door and watched silently as Brandon and Catelyn took of their jackets and shoes. Brandon got finished quicker than Catelyn and he immediately walked out into the living room. Ned was about to follow him when Catelyn grabbed his arm. Her long fingers were so cold that he could feel it through his clothes, the poor woman.

“The same thing just happened to us, right?” she said in a low voice.

When he looked at her his words got stuck in his throat. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. Why would she ever want someone so average as Ned?

“I think so” he managed to say after a few seconds.

“Well, how are we going to do this?”

Her eyes never wavered from his, she looked straight at him. 

“’This’?” he asked confused.

“We are soulmates.”

“But you are dating my brother” Ned said.

“That’s a bit of a problem, isn’t it?” she said. “It would be good to talk in private.”

“Yes” he agreed.

She let go of his arm, walked over to her bag and searched it for a moment. Then she fished out a pen and a receipt. She quickly scribbled something down on the receipt and handed it to him.

“Text me” she said and smiled.

Then she followed Brandon without looking back at Ned. He looked down at the receipt and saw a phone number. She had told him to text her. She couldn't dislike the whole situation too much then, could she? If she wanted to talk with him alone. And she had smiled at him. Ned’s heart fluttered when he thought of it. Maybe everything would turn out fine in the end after all.

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Hi! OMG, first of all I must say that your fics are AWESOME!!!!! Next, hope you're having a great day and I love you😍 Finally, I'm kinda going through some s**t so I really need some diabetes inducing fluff between stevetony, maybe a college version of them... Thanks!! 😚

Ahhh thank you so much! I hope things turn around for you soon, anon! ❤️In the mean time, I hope you enjoy some senior year of college Steve and Tony + moving into a house together

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“Are we crazy?” Steve asks suddenly. He’s facing a half-painted wall, a deep blue streak half-dry where he stopped, and an adorable smear on his nose where he’d tried to scratch an itch earlier. Tony was pretty sure there was some blue in his blond hair, too, and has to bite back a smile to attempt to answer the question his boyfriend had posed.

“Hm? Probably, but why specifically are we crazy?” he asks, taking the roller from Steve’s hand and finishing up the section before it got too uneven. 

“Living together. Already. In college, in a house we bought,” Steve ticks off the reasons on his hand one by one, and Tony pretends to contemplate with him. 

“Right, right, I’m with you, the only thing is, we’ve lived together since freshman year. Well, kinda.” Steve turns his blue eyes on Tony, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards in a way that said he was about to argue with him for fun. 

Steve and Tony met their very first week of college, gangly and nervous and just trying to find their way. As luck would have it, they lived on the same floor, only a door away from each other. Steve had left his door open one night that first week, the customary standing invitation for people to come in and get to know each other. Tony kind of hated the whole thing, actually, but when he walked by, there was Steve. He wasn’t enough of a sap to call it love at first sight, at least not out loud, but he wouldn’t argue the notion if someone else said it first, either.

Dusty, late-afternoon sun was creeping in through the small dorm window when Tony saw him, lost in thought as he sat, head bent, drawing in a worn notebook. He looked up and smiled at the sound of Tony’s footsteps, a bright, quick thing that lit up his face, a shy hi, right behind it. Tony had spent a fair few minutes wondering why no one else had stopped, why Steve was alone in this shitty room, before he realized that it was all the better for him that they hadn’t. 

He hopped up on Steve’s desk, returned his smile, and asked what he was drawing. 

They’d never looked back.

“You were my neighbor who didn’t understand boundaries,” Steve tries, bumping Tony’s hip with his. “A real Kramer situation going on there.”

“I had a beautiful neighbor, thank you very much, and I was just being friendly,” Tony argues. “Neighborly hospitality and all that.”

“You were that,” Steve agrees, though Tony doesn’t miss the way his ears still flush pink at the word beautiful.

“To answer your question though, no, not crazy. Lucky, on the other hand…” Steve stills beside him, resting the paint roller in the tray and turning to face him.

“We are lucky. One more year,” he says, almost sadly. 

“One more year, then the rest of our lives,” Tony adds, because he knows it, knows deep in his bones that he’s painting the walls of the house he’s going to live in with the love of his life for a good while.

Steve beams at him, that same easy smile that drew Tony in four years ago, and it still has the same effect on him now as it did then. 

“Hey, wanna take a break? I’m starving. We could order Chinese?” Tony suggests. 

“Yeah, we’ll have to try them out and find a new best place!” Steve says, already reaching for his phone to investigate. They’re still pretty close to campus, but far enough that new food choices held a kind of excitement. 

“But first, come here, you have something just… here…” Tony swipes a thumb over the paint on Steve’s nose, making him laugh and squirm in his arms before Tony captures Steve’s lips with his, smothering the laugh with his lips. 

Later, full and sleepy on the floor, Tony feels it again. The certainty that this, laughing with Steve, surrounded by a mess of drop cloths and cardboard boxes, eating cartons of Chinese food on the floor together, this is home. For now, forever, they had time to decide all the rest.

[addictofsupernatural]

Having a Quiet Girlfriend

Jughead Jones x reader

Requested by : @ploopydog

He noticed you one day at school

He was just passing by and noticed that there were some kids picking on you

It wasn't like it was the first time it happened to you, he had just noticed it now

You weren't saying anything to the girls that were making fun of you as you tried to walk through the hallway

One of them pushed you, and your notebook came out of your hands, causing your papers inside to go flying

As the snickered and walked away, you were frantically picked up your papers

Jughead went over and helped

He noticed that they were notes on Jason Blossom's death

You grabbed them from him, muttering a quiet "thank you" and rushed off

He saw you after school as you were walking home, and decided to walk up to you

He put his hands on your shoulders, startling you

"We need to talk. Come with me."

He led you to Pop's, where you both sat on the same side in a booth

"Why do you have papers on Jason Blossom's murder?"

You let out a sort of squeak, and Jughead figures he should back off

He orders you a milkshake

"Give me your number."

You hesitate, but still do it

After all, you've seen him around before

He texts you, and you stare at each other before you answer back

Turns out that, like him, you're very curious and just want to know the truth

He puts down his phone and offers you his hand

"I'm Jughead. Jughead Jones III."

You give him what he finds an adorable smile

"Y/n." You quietly say as you shake his hand

So he offers to work with you

You felt like he was annoyed about you not talking much, but he actually loves it

It makes you a great listener

You two end up being an investigative duo

You were there for him when he became homeless

You hid him in your room and brought him food

You both began leaving sticky notes on each other's stuff

It started with you thanking him with a sticky note for being his friend on his beanie when he woke up while you took a shower

It made him smile and feel good about himself, and from there the notes took off

All of his notes end with a drawing of his signature crown

One day on a weekend you woke up with notes trailing outside of your door

The first note told you to follow the trail

So you did

It led to outside

It kept giving you little signs here and there that say keep going and almost there

It leads you to Pop's, at a booth where Jughead is sitting there with your favorite milkshake that has two straws on the table

You smile and slide next to him "What's this?"

He smiles back and sticks a note on your forehead

You grab the sticky note and read it

Date? With a crown on top of the word

You nod and kiss his cheek, causing him to grab your face and kiss your lips

From then on you two are the "weird couple"

You express your words through writing or drawing

Mainly drawing

Betty and Veronica can't stop gushing over the two of you

Although they overwhelm you at first, you they warm up to you

You, him and Betty run the blue and gold

Pretty soon Archie's dad offers Jughead to stay with them, so he starts living over there

You visit frequently, and Archie's dad begins to treat you like his own daughter

Fred's too good for this world

One day you knock on Jughead's dad's trailer

When FP opens the door, he recognizes you

You come in with groceries and start unpacking them into the cabinets and fridge

You clean out the fridge and all the liquor in the house first

"What are you doing kid?"

"Helping." He waits for more, but then remembers Jughead telling him that you're more on the quiet side

"Why?"

"For Jug." You offer him a smile

That was when he knew his son chose right

You would frequently visit FP while he was trying to get better

You helped by cleaning and trying to teach him how to cook

You would draw him certificates of being sober and frame the latest one to hang up

Once you drew him an updated one, you took the old one out of the frame and replaced it with the new drawing

After you hung up his 2 month sober certificate, he felt ready to ask his son to come home

Once he joined the Serpents, his serpent friend group welcomed you with open arms

That started on the day the Serpents went to Riverdale High for the first day

These Bulldogs were pestering you and knocked you down

Sweet Pea, Fangs and Toni saw

Fangs and Sweet Pea shoved them against the locker while Toni helped you up

"You're Jughead's girl, right?"

You smiled and nodded your head and Fangs' question

"You could hang with us if you want?" Toni offered

"I don't...talk a lot." You shyly said

Sweet Pea put his arm around you

"It's okay smalls, we don't care."

"Yeah, we'll talk a lot for you." You giggled at the three

For a bit, Jughead was jealous of Sweet Pea and your friendship

He thought Sweet Pea was trying to steal you away

But you reassured him that you only have eyes for him and that Sweet Pea was just like that with all of his close friends

Of course, you two said that while sitting across your room from each other

You were writing notes and making paper airplanes to toss at each other

After reading your note of explaining to him that you're what he wants, he sees that you crawled to him and make out

NSFW

You're more vocal than he thought

You don't say a lot, but you do quietly praise him

Even if he won't admit it, he does have a praise kink

His small moans in your ear just make you crazy

You're down to do almost anything, even when he's nervous of asking you

He's a switch, not that you mind being top

You reassure him by palming him through his pants and humming in his ear

You'll let him know when you're in the mood by straddling him and grinding down on him while you two kiss

Unless you two are in public, then you either squeak his thigh or kiss his neck and nip it

Afterwards he makes sure you're okay and takes care of you

He admires your sleeping form before snuggling up to your naked body

[windless-hurricane]

Pennywise and the Dancing Girl

Chapter 1: The Shadow Girl

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SUMMARY: At the moment, I want this to be solely mysterious. I will say though that the "Shadow Girl" isn't who she seems and this will eventually become a Henry x OC (or reader) fanfic.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before I begin, this story takes place in the 2017 IT universe. I also shifted some pieces of information around. So before I'm scolded for inaccuracies, I'll say them now. First off, I combined the Derry Middle School and High School. I wasn't sure if that was the case in the movie, but it wasn't stated. Nevertheless, I will still refer to it as Derry High. The main character is 14 and a freshman (going on sophomore). The entire Losers Club will be in 8th grade (going on to be freshmen) and all 13. The Bowers Gang are all sophomores (going on juniors) and 15, excluding Henry who is 16.

WARNINGS (for the entire series): Explicit language, violence, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, some sexuality possibly, and some underage drinking and drug use.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

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It was the last day of school. I couldn't lie and say I wasn't somewhere near excited. I knew it wasn't the last day of school altogether, but it would definitely be a step up from my current status as a freshman. All 8th graders dream of becoming freshmen; but once they realize the difficulties of dealing with upperclassmen, they want to join them. That had been the same mindset for me. Not only was I freshman, I was a transferee. That normally wouldn't be such a big deal, but it was at this school.

See, Derry High wasn't a typical high school. It included middle school as well. So, almost all the children here were attending this school for half their lives. They started in 6th grade and ended as seniors. Everyone knew everybody. Due to that, I thought I'd become a perfect candidate for teasing. I was practically fresh meat. However, that didn't happen. Why? Because I was barely noticeable. I kept to myself, hardly spoke a word to anyone, and moved swiftly through the halls like a shadow, avoiding certain people. It soon had become an objective to avoid four sophomores in particular: Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Reginald "Belch" Huggins.

They were douchebags who got a kick out of tormenting anyone they saw below them. As a result of their animosity, even the juniors and seniors were afraid of them. You never messed with the "Bowers Gang" as they called themselves. I, a rarity, was not afraid of them and never would be. I just wanted to stay the shadow that I liked being and it became a promise to myself.

I kept to that promise for the entire year and now all I had to do was get through this day like any other. Then, it would be summer vacation, which was full of reading and...reading. I didn't have any friends, but I was satisfied with that. It was better to not get too attached to people you would end up leaving. In a way, that was my curse: the inability to care for anyone because you are not worth caring for. But it would be ok.

I walked through the front doors of the school, clutching the straps to my bag. Other students were already situated inside, engaging in morning chatter and shenanigans. I...went straight to my locker. I knew I had to empty it out and it would be better to do it now than later. So, I put in the combination and got to work. I wasn't necessarily the neatest, but it didn't look like the aftermath of a hurricane. Just messy. There were notebooks, textbooks, and a bunch of scattered and crumbled pieces of paper. It didn't take long to stuff these into my bag and throw what was left away. I closed my locker with a slam, but it didn't echo like it normally would because of background conversation.

I glanced around and my eyes ending up following the scene of two boys running away in the direction opposite to mine. Moments after, Henry Bowers and his gang of misfits were in the shot. He had an apparent smirk on his face. Probably from gloating because of the amount of power he had over the kids here. The thought of it was enough to make me roll my eyes; but I continued to watch, seeing if he would do anything else. He didn't. Just as I was about to turn away, his eyes met mine. He knew I had been staring and didn't have the intention of letting me go.

His eyes were crystal blue and they contradicted mine: my chocolatey brown. However, they still managed to be darker than mine and mine brighter than his. He didn't hold any expression in his face and neither did I. It was just blank staring. This wasn't the first time we did this. Occasionally throughout the year, we'd find each other's eyes, but never did anything about it. He didn't know me and he assumed I didn't know him. We had never been in the same vicinity as each other because if he was ever too close, I would've found a way out. All we had was this.

I hated to admit it, but he was quite pretty to look at. It didn't throw my hormones out of whack or anything. I stared at him because of his eyes. His eyes were dark, beautiful, and so familiar to me. I couldn't put my finger on it. It seemed I had looked into those eyes even before I knew him. There was something that intrigued me about them. I knew there was something hidden there. Even if I already had an idea, I longed to know myself.

I gulped out of my trance and released the handle to my locker. I stared just a bit longer until I turned away, losing sight of him and those eyes. Who would've known that days later Henry would tell me himself that he saw me as this mysterious girl that he wanted to crack. A girl that actually drew him in.

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I was able to make it through three classes of Algebra, English and History. Since it had been the last day of school, we hardly did anything. There was clearly no homework to assign or assignments to finish. It was either a free for all with limited volume or we watched a movie on the projector. I was only interested in the movie. Currently I had one more class until lunch and no doubt, it was going to be the same as the others. It was actually quite a relief. Relaxing felt...nice. It nearly brought a smile to my face before I was interrupted.

My head snapped up on impulse as I heard a loud smack echo through the hallway. It didn't startle me, but it certainly caught my attention because before I knew it, I was rounding the corner quickly with a newfound purpose. It was a boy and he was lying on the ground. Getting a clearer shot, I saw that it was Eddie Kaspbrak, the local hypochondriac. I never knew him on a personal level, but I always saw him around. As you can tell, I knew a lot more about him than he did me. That's how it usually was with people. I knew along with him being a hypochondriac, he was a germaphobe who constantly expressed his paranoia to his friends. Other than that, he was quite funny and would never shut up about the evils of sickness and blessings of cleanliness. I sometimes found it rather cute.

He was also a favorite plaything of the Bowers Gang, along with the rest of his friends, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, and Richie Tozier. I saw them around quite often too, either goofing off or arguing. I wonder where they were to have left Eddie alone. To have left him alone with Bowers and the dick squad. Maybe he was just unlucky. Henry had been manhandling Eddie's fanny pack and dumping its contents onto the floor beside him. I could only assume Eddie tried getting it back, but was only met with a shove to the ground. All I did was stare. It seems that's all I was good for.

Even though they deserved a good beating, I never interfered. It was part of the promise and it hadn't been difficult to maintain until now. I nearly wanted to break it. I don't know why, but the feeling was there. It wasn't enough to push me though as the fanny pack was already empty. I watched as Henry threw the pack at Eddie's face and mouthed something that I couldn't make out. Most likely it was some humiliating insult. I looked to Eddie and his expression killed me. Was it - sadness? Anger? Disappointment? It could be helped.

I walked over quietly and squatted down near him as he sat up. He gave me a shocked and questioning look before I began to gather his belongings into the fanny pack. He wasn't moving or saying anything, just watching like I had been moments ago. There was an inhaler, a few containers of pills, bandage. I guess this also served as a small first aid kit. Nice. I stood up and glanced around, making sure I collected everything. I had, expect for Eddie. I zipped up the pack before reaching my hand out to him. His expression managed to change. Why was he looking at me like that? It's like I was some miracle. Then, he looked to my hand and I smiled softly,

"Don't worry. I just came from the bathroom. It's clean."

His gaze switched between my face and hand until he finally took it. His was oddly soft. I helped him up gently and let it go as soon as he was up.

"Um, here," I muttered out, handing him his pack. He was still staring at me and finally, he snapped out of it. He took it quickly.

"T-thanks...um..." he cocked an eyebrow.

"Emma," I finished. "Emma Gray."

"Thanks, Emma." Red found its way onto his face. Was he really blushing?

"It's no problem. No one should face a jagoff alone." He smiled and it made me smirk. I reached into the side pocket of my bag and pulled out my mini bottle of hand sanitizer, showing it off to him. "I noticed you were almost out and you're definitely going to need a lot more to get rid of the stench of Bowers and his goons." I breathed out a laugh. "Here." I handed it to him and he took it almost joyfully.

I smiled completely and for once, it felt real. However, it was short lived. The bell rang.

"Shoot," I groaned. "We should get to class, like, now. It was nice talking to you. See you around, Eddie." I know I didn't give him time to respond, but there wasn't time for a response. I turned around and headed the opposite direction to class.

(EDDIE'S P.O.V.)

"Wait," I called out, but she was already gone.

"Damnit." How did she already know my name? I looked at the bottle she gave me and her name was written across the label in black marker. Her handwriting was beautiful. I let my thumb run over her name as I smiled to myself.

"Emma - Emma Gray."

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(BACK TO EMMA'S P.O.V.)

I made it through Biology and as expected, we watched a movie - a real boring one about the inner mechanisms of a cell. It was over and time for lunch. I was looking forward to it because of what I packed today. If I did it right, it was going to be delicious. I began to fantasize about the greatness of my meal until I was forcefully pulled out of it. Could the world just not leave me to my mind today? Geez.

It was a noise and a deafening one at that. It came from down the hall and it was loud enough to make me wince, slight pain being brought to my ears. Who was it this time and why do they keep interrupting me? Thinking about it more, should I even ask? Knowing this school and its students, it was without a doubt Bowers. Did I want to find out? No. Would I inevitably end up finding out? Yes. This was the only way to the damned cafeteria.

I inched slowly down the hall, not in any rush to get an answer. I wasn't a nosy person. I actually considered myself quite considerate of other people's business. Then, I heard whimpering. I rolled my eyes harshly as I quickened my pace. What's wrong with you, Emma? Why are you being so interactive today? Why the hell do you even care? No one else in this god forsaken school does, why should you? Don't you remember the promise? You're too good for this, but maybe there was a reason not to be too good. Maybe it was Eddie and his call for help.

I rounded the corner and it wasn't Eddie, loosing a good amount of motivation. It was Ben Hanscom, the other new kid. Chubby, adorable, vulnerable, and being pushed up against the lockers by Bowers while his goons watched in amusement. I scoffed. This was the second time today. Was this really his way of celebrating the last day of school?

"Hey!" Oh, Emma. What the hell are you doing? You know you could care less.

All five boys turned their attention towards me with different expressions on each of their faces. Ben's eyes were pleading and hopeful while he was completely red in the face. Patrick was smirking creepily and it was enough to make me shudder. Victor and Belch actually held a similar look that reeked of 'Who the hell is this girl?' For the main star, he just looked pissed.

"The fuck do you want," he questioned deeply, his eyes peering into me.

"For you not to be a conniving dickhead," I stated proudly, stopping in front of them with my arms crossed. I don't know where this surge of confidence was coming from, but I kinda liked it.

"The fuck did you just say to me," he let go of Ben and started lurking towards me. This was the perfect chance for him to get away. The boys were entirely focused on me. I looked passed Henry's shoulder and my eyes met Ben's. He was terrified and astonished. I nodded my head up slightly, gesturing for him to go. He didn't get it the first time; but after repeating it, he got it and ran away. I looked back to Henry,

"You heard me." This is the closest I've ever been to him. We were nearly a foot apart. He was significantly taller than I was, not a giant, but taller. Had surprisingly muscular arms and I never noticed the upturn of his nose before. He broke the distance with one more step. I wanted to step away because of the awkwardness, but I also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I simply kept my arms crossed and craned my neck up to look at him. He did the opposite with his neck, but also crossed his arms. Maybe this was a way of establishing dominance.

"I don't think I heard you quite right. Mind repeating what you said," he pushed. He was trying to scare me, but I don't scare easy.

"I said, I don't want you to be a conniving dickhead."

"I don't care about what you want," he retorted.

"You're the one who asked, honey." He let out a breathy laugh.

"No one gets away with talking to me like that, sweetheart."

"I think I just did."

"I like her," a voice called out. I soon realized it belonged to Patrick. Shame because I didn't like him. "What're we going to do with her, Henry?" Henry opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen. I'm going to walk away and enjoy myself a lovely meal in the cafeteria, while you four stand around and play with each other's dicks. And then you're never going to bother me ever again. Got it? Ok." I moved to walk past him, but he grabbed my bicep instead.

"It's not that easy," he told me, squeezing roughly. I yanked my arm away harshly, catching him off guard.

"It is that easy because I'm not afraid of you, Henry," I let out through gritted teeth. With that, I pushed past him, hitting my shoulder with his purposely.

(HENRY'S P.O.V.)

Patrick scoffed, "You're just going to let her get away with that? She deserves to be taught a lesson to." I agreed. I completely agreed, but she wouldn't be easy.

"I know," is all I managed to say before I turned to face them. "Do any of you know her?" They all shook their head uselessly, causing me to roll my eyes.

Vic was the only one to speak,

"I know she's a freshman, just not the name." I nodded,

"Lets get outta here." I walked ahead, knowing they would automatically follow. It was that girl. She knew my name, but I didn't know hers. It bothers me, but a lot more than it should. How could I not know the name of a girl like that?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT IS THE END OF CHAPTER 1. Hopefully you enjoyed it! This is the first chapter of a definite series :)

[nogenderbee]

hey hey!! May i possibly request pjsk girls with a reader who loves drawing/art? Have a lovely day!! <3

Hello, my darling anon! I absolutely love your idea but there's overally 15 girls so I had to make 2 parts out of it. I'll post 2nd part the next day this will be posted! But anyway I know it's short but I hope you enjoy either way <3

PJSK girls with reader who loves art part.1

Tag List: @qwnelisa - come get your charming idol~

⊱ Ichika didn't noticed your love for art at first, it's later on when she walked into your room for the first time and saw a bunch of drawings on your desk and she's absolutely impressed by your skills

⊱ definitely will ask if you can draw Miku or if you have any drawing of her, and if you do then she'll also ask if she can keep those drawings

"Your art is so pretty! Do you have any drawings of Miku? And if so, can I see them?"

⊱ if you just like art and don't really like to draw, she'll gladly show you some of her favorite fan arts and also will gladly see some of your favorite arts

"I recently found this new fan art of Miku and other VIRTUAL SINGERS, and I thought that this may interest you a little!"

⊱ Saki noticed doodles in your notebook you borrowed her since she wanted to catch up on some lessons, and she couldn't blame you for doodling in class but... they seemed really professional!

⊱ when she notices yes u draw a lot, she'll compliment and find something she adores in EVERY SINGLE art of yours

"I love the way you accented those clouds in this one! They seem so fluffy, I just want to hug them!"

⊱ if you're only interested in art and not in drawing yourself tho, she'll ask everyone she knows for good art exhibition, and will gladly go there with you

"Hey YN! Guess what?! I found a really cool art exhibition that will have place in this week! Do you want to go there?"

⊱ Honami found some of your drawings when she was helping you clean your place, it didn't had to be REALLY messy, she just wanted to help you with house work after stressful day

⊱ after seeing how good you can draw, she's really impressed by your skills and that you're so patient for activity like this

"You really drew this?! Wow... you must be really patient then! Whenever I try to draw it always turns out badly..."

⊱ if you don't draw and just like art, she will take you on a bunch of art exhibitions, she often gets informed about new events thanks to her job, so you can be sure she'll suggest something good

"I heard that there will be an art exhibition and it'll be held by the same person who held that great exhibition we couldn't come to last year!"

⊱ Shiho noticed how saw some of your drawings on calm dates of yours when you spend time in comfortable silence and she didn't mind, you liked it so she supported you

⊱ if you share your drawing with her and ask her for honest opinion then don't expect her to hold back, sure you might be her lover but she'll still give you friendly criticism

"It's not bad... but I feel like this part ruins the whole drawing... I can't tell what's wrong tho since I don't know much about art... maybe try adding some more colors?"

⊱ if you only like art and don't actually draw, she'll gladly listen to you about it all and definitely will explore a little more about artist you're interested in the most

"I checked that artist you liked and I really like this one painting of theirs. What's your opinion on it?"

⊱ Minori once asked if you know anything about art because her groups next stream was supposed to have art theme and luckily for her, you did!

⊱ if you showed her your drawings, she's absolutely amazed by your skills and will compliment every single one of your drawings

"I didn't knew you could draw like that! They're so pretty! Can you show me your sketches as well?"

⊱ if you're only interested in ary and don't actually draw, she still would like to know your favorite artist so she can share them with her group

"These are drawings of your favorite artist? They're so pretty! I'm sure everyone on stream will love it as well!"

⊱ Haruka was telling you about book she read recently and really liked, and you couldn't help but remember drawing you had about the same or very similar topic to her book

⊱ if you show her some of your drawings, she definitely would be amazed by you and will ask if you have any recommendations on logo she wanted to give her group merch on social media

"Your skills are really impressing! Do you have any idea how to make my groups logo look better?"

⊱ if you don't actually like to draw and just like art, she'll show you some drawings she found for your opinion, after all she'd like to know your likes and dislikes in art so she can find some exhibitions you'd like to visit

"I recently found this drawing and really wanted to know your opinion about it."

⊱ Airi saw some of your drawings when she was hanging out at your place and was looking for some of her lipstick she left at your place

⊱ she honestly was pretty amazed by how well you can draw and will ask you if you can help her design some of the decorations she thought for her groups next performance

"Hey, listen there. I thought about making some hearts since it'll be a love song but I don't want some basic hearts!"

⊱ if you're only interested in art and not on drawing yourself then she still thinks you can help her with decorations just by expressing your opinion (she'd also like to introduce you with Ena)

"Hey, I recently drew a little sketch for our next performance and thought that maybe some friendly criticism would be nice!"

⊱ Shizuku always wanted to know about your interests so she probably discovered your passion for art very quickly

⊱ naturally first thing she did was ask if you had any drawings and if you did, she'd absolutely love to see them. And once you do show her, she won't stop complementing how good artist you are

"These are so pretty! I can see all the passion you put into this! And all the colors are making me so happy just be looking at them! And this part is..."

⊱ if you're not interested in drawing but are interested in art then be ready that she'll find you MANY art exhibitions, which is why some of them aren't really good but it's the thought that count, right?

"I found so many art exhibitions and they're all close! We can even have our date there!"

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