#and i just wanted to draw them together tehee

[creaturefeaster]

okay first request

[defmxl]

'LOVE.' - MO'AT & EYTUKAN

╰┈➤ Gender Neutral Reader x Mo'at x Eytukan

STORY SUMMARY - Meeting your future mates to you creating new life with them

WARNINGS - N/A js fluff

CONTENT - Falling in love, Jealousy, mating, having family

WORD BANK -

Sa'sem - Parent

AUTHOR'S NOTE - hahaha finally got to it! this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while so I decided to finish it.

TO DIRECTED TAG - I remember you wanted a Eytukan and Mo'at one-shot so here you are! I skipped over the childhood friends to lovers I'm so sorry! But nevertheless I hope you still like it tehe. I lowk wanna do a part II.

tags : @justcaptiannoodles

Memories were beautiful. Now that you were growing older and older you loved to reminisce about your past. Well, partially. Especially the days when you met your mates.

It was one of those days; with a bow in your hand you ran into the forest. You noticed the large rock barrier that blocked your way so you decided to back up and slung your bow around your torso. Letting out a breath of air you jump up to the rock, hoisting yourself up you reach the top then throw yourself over, letting yourself fall from the height.

Landing feet first, you laugh in amazement that you managed to do that. But someone didn't find it very amusing, a loud shriek could be heard from behind you. Turning around you noticed Mo'at glaring you down. Oh Eywa. Many na'vi were fearful of her, her presence was strong and confident. Mo'at was always a serious na'vi, her mother was a skilled weaver with a sharp attitude and her father was a very skilled hunter.

But other then that, you didn't fear her you found her interesting. Since the moment you've laid eyes on you've always thought of her, she was very captivating. Every moment you were near her in any way you froze, your heart pounded, you felt as if you had thousands of kenten in your stomach, and worst of all you felt hot. Like on humid days in the forest while being on a hunt. The worst.

Your breath caught in your throat when you noticed Mo'at approaching you. She raised a hand and shooed you away. 'Oh!' You gasp and stagger away from her.

'Look at what you did!' Mo'at's tone was harsh, she bent down to where you were standing earlier. You noticed the spilled medical herbs and the broken basket that lay flat on the floor. Once your brain pieced two and two together you gasped out and immediately went on your knees to help her. You scrambled around to pick up every piece of the medical herbs off the ground. Mo'at leaned back when she noticed that you decided to take on the task to pick up the remaining herbs she reached for the broken basket. She 'tsked' when she noticed it was unrepairable. Looking back to you she noticed you had your arms full of the plants she collected.

Letting out a small sigh she approached you once again, reaching out to you with both hands. 'Let me help you.' But you shook your head quickly. 'I can carry them all!'

Mo'at wanted to convince you to let them go but you held your ground. The rest of the day in the forest you followed Mo'at around helping her by holding the herbs she picked out. From that time on you had stuck to Mo'at but she didn't mind it, she loved being around you.

Today you were on the training grounds. You held your bow, drawing back the arrow you let out a small exhale then let it go. Watching as the arrow dug deep into the bark of the tree, you smile widely at your victory.

'You are very skilled with a bow ___.'

You ears and tail shot up in surprise when a voice came from behind you. Turning around in swift move you noticed it was Eytukan. Letting out a sigh of relief you chuckle softly.

'But it seems that you aren't very good with your tracking skills.' Eytukan didn't reciprocate your laugh and your smile faded. Was that an insult? You searched his face for any disdain on his face but he seemed stone-face. You both stood in an uncomfortable silence for a little while longer until you just turned your back on him and speed-walked away from him. You were sweating arrows at this point trying to get away from him.

After that small encounter every time you went to train he'd be there simply watching you. At first you were weirded out but then got used to it, oddly enough. Sometimes he'd join you in hunting parties as well the both of you would bring back the best meat to feed the entire clan. During those hunts the both of you got along well he helped you improve in your tracking skills and you... Yeah you kept him company. Eytukan enjoyed to have you around it was a nice change since everyone acted so anxious around him.

You knew that Eytukan and Mo'at had an arranged mating. Sometimes you watched as they interacted from time to time but that was all. You were jealous obviously. You hated how Eytukan was taking Mo'at from you. But you never voiced it out. It was destined for them to be together, Mo'at was already ready to become Tsahik and Eytukan was chosen to be Olo'eyktan by his own father.

At times it would be the three of you hanging out. Eykutan would carve more arrows for the both of you, Mo'at would work on her herbs and whisper small prayers, and you would just watch either of them doing their thing or sleep. The more you hung out with both you couldn't help but fall head over heels in love with them both. It surprised you when you felt the same you did with Mo'at and Eytukan. But it was all a fantasy to you. Both Eytukan and Mo'at were meant to be you aren't apart of them, or that's what you thought.

Both Eytukan and Mo'at were aware of your feelings for them, It was no secret, everyone knew. One day they both discussed it and they decided that they'd love to be mated with you. They decided on the day of the hunting festival they'll ask you.

They day of the festival was delighting. You danced the night away with many na'vi and ate a lot. Oh Eywa you loved these festivals. But what you enjoyed most was spending time with Eytukan and Mo'at after the festival. You guys walked above a small river stream as you hopped from rock to rock. Eytukan walked in front of you both, taking in the scenery. You in the middle and Mo'at behind you both, watching out for you just in case you don't fall into the stream.

'It seems like you had a lot of fun, ___' Mo'at's voice was gentle as her hand grazed your back. 'I did! Hunting festivals never get old!' You turn around and walked backwards, grabbing a hold of both of Mo'at hands. She smiled warmly at you and nodded, turning back around you still held onto her hand.

'Hey, Eytukan! Where are we going?' You reach forward to his arm and wrapped your own arm with his. He merely patted your hand and lowly spoke. 'You will see.'

Letting out a confused snort you turn to Mo'at who shrugged her shoulders. The more you walked into the beautiful forest with both of your close friends you noticed the familiar path to the Tree of Voices. No matter how much you'd been to the Tree of Voices you'd always be amazed by it's beauty. Letting go of both of your friends you raced up the trail, numerous kenten flew as you thrashed your arms around.

Turning back around you waited at the top of the trail for both Eytukan and Mo'at. They both smiled widely at you; your joyfulness spreading to them. Soon enough they were by your side again but now were touching the tendrils of the tree. You grab a handful of them already hearing the voices of your ancestors; their songs and prayers. It was beautiful. Mo'at grabbed the same tendrils in her own smaller hand.

'Our mating ritual is close by.' She stated so causally but you visibly flinched. But you didn't say anything back, you had no say in their mating. You were jealous, obviously. Your love grew from Mo'at to Eytukan so it hurt your heart that you couldn't have them at all.

Eytukan approached from behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. 'Has anyone started courting you, ___?' But you shook your head. 'No... Not yet.' You smile sadly, looking down at the ground. Eytukan hums softly, removing his hand from your shoulder he placed his hand on your chin, turning you around to face him. You were caught by surprise, ears perked up and your tail swished side to side.

'Well then, you will be free to mate with us then, right?'

Your eyes went wide and your jaw went slack. You're dreaming. This isn't real is what you thought. If you were dreaming then your mind tricked you with the most heart-breaking dream. That's when two hands held your both of your shoulders softly. 'So?' Mo'at whispered lightly in your ear.

Eytukan removed his hand so you could move your head to face Mo'at. This is real. Looking from Mo'at and Eytukan you frowned deeply. 'I can't.' Mo'at's hands unclenched from your shoulders then she walks around you so she could face you. Eytukan's lips formed into a thin line in confusion.

'What are you saying?' Mo'at looks concerned her brows narrowed together and her breath shook. And Eytukan nodded along, urging for an answer.

It takes you a minute to build up the strength to say something. Opening your mouth your breath shook and your chest tightened. 'If we do the elders wouldn't allow it.' Both of them sigh Mo'at reaches forward and grabs your cheeks pulling you forward. Her lips tenderly touched you right cheek then to your left. 'Do not worry, ___.'

'Yes.' Eytukan mumbled and walked around the both of you so he could stand behind you. His hand engulfed your head and tenderly kissed your head.

That night was special. You had never felt so loved before. When you all formed tsaheylu you burst into tears. You loved them both so so much.

When returning to the hometree the next morning you were terrified. What would the elders say? Would they take away Eytukans and Mo'ats right to leadership? Would they cast you away? All these questions filled you with anxiety but they both dragged you along.

It went way easier then expected. The elders knew beforehand about what Eytukan and Mo'at were planning to do and they approved. It was all you imagined and you loved it.

Years went by and now Eytukan and Mo'at were officially leaders of the clan. You were the best hunter of the clan; you were in charge of setting out hunting patrols and such. Back then Mo'at had given birth to Sylwanin. She was a gorgeous girl. Her heart desired to follow the steps of her mother, learning the way of healing.

When she was born you'd play with her daily. At times Mo'at or Eytukan had to rip her away from you because she needed rest as well. Even after the birth of your daughter and your lover's leaderships you found a way for all of you to escape of your duties. At night you'd all do the things you used to do when you were younger.

Then came the second birth of your daughter, Neytiri. She had gotten her looks from her mother, her attitude for her father, and she had gotten her personality from you. The moment she was able to hold a bow you'd both run off into the forest you taught her many many things.

Years went by and you watched as your daughters grew older but your love for your mates stayed the same. Like when you were younger you started sticking by your mate's sides. While Mo'at was away in her tent you and Eytukan watched over the clan.

'Look!' You yelled out and pointed to your eldest daughter, Sylwanin. But someone was stuck by her side. Eytukan looked up from his fruit and he leaned forward for a closer look. 'Ah, Tsutey.' He nodded it off and went back to peeling away to peels off his fruit.

'No!' You grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. 'Look how touchy he is with her!' Eytukan stopped once again and gave you a 'are you serious' look. But nevertheless he looked forward again. 'Oh!' Eytukan placed his fruit to the side and sat closer to your side. Watching the interaction between Tsutey and your daughter.

You giggle and lean into Eytukan. 'Look at them! They look adorable right?' To you it was absolutely adorable even thought it irked you a bit. But Sylwanin was only 11 so you didn't expect anything serious. Eytukan hummed softly, his own lips formed into a small smile. Reaching forward he placed a hand on your head and brought you closer, pressing a tender kiss on your cheek. 'Awe.' You giggle again and wave him away.

Eytukan returned to his fruit and began eating it. As you continued watching them a loud voice erupted from behind you two. 'Sa'sem!' Looking back you saw Neytiri running and then jumped on top of you. You let out a loud gasp and grab Neytiri's head. 'Hey! You're going to break my back!'

'No, I'm not. You're so dramatic, Sa'sem!' The eight year old Neytiri, laughed loudly and cuddled her cheek onto your head. You sigh dramatically and let go of your youngest daughter. Eytukan laughs softly and runs his hand through his daughter's braids. She laughs and places herself in between her parents. 'What are we looking at, Sa'sem?'

You pointed toward the way of your firstborn daughter who now giggled at whatever Tsu'tey said. Neytiri let out a hum of understanding and leaned forward like you did. 'So? What's the plan?' You raise a brow towards her and then smirk. But Eytukan let out numerous amount of 'tut's you both turn to him and he was shaking his head.

'Leave them be you two.' He raised a brow towards your way, giving you an expecting look. You sigh and roll your eyes playfully towards Neytiri, who giggled.

'Fine then. Let's go, Neytiri.' You shrug a shoulder towards Eytukan, grabbing your daughters hand you walked away from him. He let out a grunt but still called after you both. 'Be home before eclipse and be careful!'

With that you both laugh loudly and take off. Neytiri was quick when she ran between the trees but you were quicker. You chased after your daughter eventually catching up to her you lunged forward and bring her into your arms. You laugh loudly as she shrieked and thrashed in your arms. 'Gotcha!' Neytiri pulled at your braids, begging for you to let her go. Finishing your evil laugh you drop her to the ground and she lands on her feet.

For a minute she just stares up at you menancingly. Her eyes were squinted, her lips formed into a pout, and her ears pressed against her skull. You snicked to yourself as you imagine her to be a tiny thanator. Without warning Neytiri pounces you which caught you by surprise. You cry out and pull at the toddler but she didn't let go of your face. As you back up you tripped on a small log and fell back, you landed with a painful huff. But you still had to rip away Neytiri. She was furiously pulling at your braids as you cried out. Well on your side it didn't hurt but you had to play along.

It wasn't long until Neytiri grew tired. She panted loudly as she lay ontop of your stomach and you lay limply on the ground. You had you eyes shut and your tongue hung out your mouth, 'playing dead.' She let out a victory ululate as she looked at your 'dead' body. But it grew quiet so you peered an eye open to see Neytiri now laying beside you. You fully opened your eyes to see that you daughter's breaths grew slower. Looking up at the sky you noticed the sun was now going down then to your daughter you poked at her cheek. 'You tired?' You mumbled softly to which she hummed.

You groaned in exasperation, wishing you could've played more but nevertheless you got up. Crouching down to your daughter you gently pick her up, her arms wrapped around your neck so she made she didn't fall in any way. With a hum you softly held her, patting her back you started walking back to the village. In no time you returned to your family mauri upon arriving Neytiri was fast asleep her drool, dripping on your shoulder. You carefully climbed to the mauri and inside you saw Mo'at preparing the food. Her head turned once she noticed you shadow entering the mauri.

You smiled at as she approached you both. Reaching a hand toward her you caressed her cheek and she cuddled into it. You both lean in and press a short tender kiss against each other's lips then Mo'at moves to press a small kiss to Neytiri's face. You nudge Mo'at nose with your fingers once more and then move around her to put Neytiri to bed. Once you laid her in the family hammock you returned back to Mo'at.

Wrapped your arms around her you press firmly against your body. She sighed as she stopped what she was doing to savor the moment. 'Missed you.' You mumble and press a small kiss on her temple. Mo'at nodded her head, she missed you too. Both of you stayed that way until Mo'at decided she needed to finish preparing the food. You decided to stay out of her way because you knew Mo'at hated when you'd pick at the food or sneaking tiny pieces of food away so you could eat it.

Grabbing the bow you're currently carving you gently scraped away the wood with your hunting knife. Too engrossed in your work you didn't notice your eldest daughter and mate walk in. Not until you felt two small hands on your shoulder, pushing you down. 'Hey, Sa'sem!' Looking up from your work you notice Sylwanin and smile.

'Hello, little one.' You beam at her and wait until she moves to sit next to you. Until the food was ready Sylwanin decided to speak about her entire day. But seemed to leave out Tsu'tey but you ignored it. You'll tease her about it later. When Mo'at announced the food was ready you sent Sylwanin for Neytiri and you helped bring out the food. Passing Eytukan you give him a small peck on his lips to which he returns.

The rest of the night was rather pleasant. You all ate Mo'at's delicious food and went to the family hammock. Eytukan laid by your left side and Mo'at on your right, Sylwanin laid on top of Eytukan and Neytiri laid on top of both you and Mo'at. You were so content with you family. As you drifted to sleep you felt two pairs of lips at the temples of your head and then soon you fade into sleep.

[pixelated-glitter]

Hi I saw ur still open to requests. may I have another one? bc npmd has been stuck in my head recently >:D

I was thinking about despite the whole tune of the musical. witnessing/experiencing their classmates dying must be traumatizing.

so I'm thinking about so aftermath stuff

for example Lautski having this hurt&comfort stuff where one of them feeling real bad and guilty for what they had done and the other was like, hugging them/saying reassuring words to them (and Peter is the one who's more likely to feel bad imo)

or it could be Ruth freaking out on hearing Richie's death and one of her friends comforting her

sorry I was rambling a lot. its just a random idea. u could pick one if ur interested and pls don't feel stressed to reply. I really love your writing. have a nice day!

Thank you so much for the request!! I'm gonna try to combine it, kind of tehee

Thank you and have a nice day to you too!

I'll try my best :))

(more beneath the break ^^)

______________________________________________________________

"..Richard Lipschitz." "Richie's dead?!"

And just like that, Ruth's world came crumbling down. She felt her heart sink and tears starting to swell behind her eyes. She felt her cheeks starting to heat up a little, her brows furrowing.

Richie's dead..?

"..No- No, he can't- He can't be dead. He- He just-" Ruth cried, tightly being held by Peter who was also starting to cry in the hallway, Stephanie and Grace standing with them.

"I can't believe someone would do this.." Stephanie worried.

"..He- he can't just-.." Peter gently shushed her before she could say anything else, in an attempt to comfort her a little. She choked back her sobs, not wanting to draw attention to her. It couldn't just end like this, right?

Later that day, when Ruth, Peter, and Richie would usually have their daily study session at the library, neither of the remaining two decided to turn up.

Ruth decided to completely ignore her aunt Charlotte in the kitchen when she came home and went straight to her room.

"Ruth?" Charlotte opened the door slightly and peeked in to Ruth lying on her bed, sobbing softly.

They talked, for hours. Trying to get this mess to make sense, which it never will.

A few days later, trying to keep her mood up for Pete, she went to rehearsal.

Which was a big mistake.

A few days later when Peter, Stephanie, and Grace were told that Ruth was gone as well, Peter almost immediately broke down into tears.

"They- they were all I had." Sure, he had Stephanie, but he didn't know for sure if they were going to last. What if the killer was going after them as well?

"I know." Stephanie tried her best to comfort him by holding him close and muttering reassuring things to him.

"Do you think this would have happened if we had killed Max?" "We didn't kill him, Pete. It wasn't our fault." "But- but the building wasn't structurally sound." "Well, there was nothing we could have done about that. It's not your fault, It's not anyone's fault. It's gonna be okay."

They spent their time like that alot after the two had passed - Steph holding him, trying her best to keep it together for him, and him choking back his sobs.

Sometimes it was as if he could still hear them, or see snippets of them at school, like their spirits roamed the halls of Hatchetfield High.

______________________________________________________________

I HOPE THIS WASNT TOO DEPRESSING LMAO

I hope y'all like this!!

[mewtwosart]

oh fffff you are the author of "watch me"!!! i knew you wrote "fake it til you make it" and the cartman journal, and i enjoyed them so much i decided to read other fics from the same author, but for some reason i never put 2 + 2 together, imma little sillie tehe

anyway that story awakened something in me, something that was about damn time it stepped out of bed. your words were like the smell of freshly made waffles and roasted cofffee, just the exact amount of everything necessary. thanks for setting my alarm clock!

ion know if you take suggestions, requests, however you want to name it, but if you ever feel like drawing Kenny and Stan from that universe, that'd be amazing to see <3 thx again xoxo

aaaah yup!! That's me!!!

I'm glad you liked my fics!! Especially "watch me!" That was fun to write. as for that universe, it's based off an rp server my friends and I are in. I will certainly draw them one day!! :)

[ikoarts]

February 2023 Art

a very horsey month

vvv dates + info under the cut vvv

1 - 01/02/2023 : drew this the same day as this just as a little additional thingie, i think Toni loves her big autism eyes really

2 - 05/02/2023 : the gangs all here :D i think this is something i was considering turning into a full piece, i forget

3, 4 - 06/02/2023 : according to @creaturedrawz this is like the funniest thing ive ever drawn.... shes a horse and a girl whats not to love... also random thing i drew of Ru in her silly shirts, and choccy milk, she would defo fuck with a yazoo.. reminds me i got one from work earlier its mint choc.,, yum yumn... will be dinking that soon...

5, 6 - 07/02/2023 : anyway, more horse, i love this one a lot, shes just standing there your honor. autistically. 2nd one, had some discord friends do some fucking hilarious voiceovers of this one, it came to me in a dream... a fever dream that is... horse with autism, its true!

7 - 10/02/2023 : finally got some traditional stuff, heres a sleepy Ru in her jarmas, she eats prays sleeps in band shirts, eye finks shes very cute

8 - 11/02/2023 : horse again, i wanted to draw her pattern i think, vewy cute...

9, 10 - 12/02/2023 : an OC i hadnt thought of in years up til this point, one of my fnaf OCs, Charlie, i decided im taking him and updating him like i have with others (e.g Copper, Heidi, them lot), so i decided hes a silkie chicken, still a fat little dad :) hes adorable why havent i drawn him since this

AND roxas card... was trying to figure out his design.. again.. u will see that a lot.. i dont hate the thing i was trying..

11, 12 - 13/02/2023 : THE HORSE RETURNS, who coulda guessed?? who wouda taught.. on my boingo kick here again tehe.. and shes FREE DEE!! think i was feeling inspired by some of those 2.5D arts you see from the 3d paint thing and wanted to make my own

13, 14, 15 - 24/02/2023 : not as happy with these last 3, i think overall my proportions feel off and i was struggling to draw em both, but i was thinking of their story and how Ru and Luisa interact together

[fluffalpenguin]

@arcvmonth day 24: the manga

oh man oh MAN it's vj day!!!!!

it's pretty funny how all my gifs are mostly yuri-centered huh

Under the cut:

revisiting my review of the manga from last year

Headcanons and fic/comic ideas

rambling about an old WIP

small playlist! (with write-ups!)

First of all, here's the 3,000 words analysis/blog thing I wrote last year when I first finished it.

One and a half years later, I still largely agree with it! There's some headcanons I wrote in there that I completely forgot about, lol, so I'm glad past me posted it somewhere for current me to relieve it again! (The rants were also kind of funny to re-read too)

***

Next, headcanons!

Lately, I found myself wondering about Yuto and Yuri's outfits; specifically-

...Why are they walking around Maiami with dramatic red/black capes?

After some time in the kitchen, I decided that when Yuya was younger, he was really into good versus evil roles when rehearsing his dueltainment lines. And who else better to serve as his practice opponents than his two brothers who aren't off busy making rounds at the stadium on a D-Wheel?

Tying his own fluffy, white towel around his shoulders, Yuya throws a nearby black blanket to Yuto. The oldest is initially a little embarrassed about the notion, but no one can ever say no to the baby of the Sakaki family, can they? (He'll just have to live the shame down from the twins later on... They barely even respect him as they are right now, anyway) In the middle of the duel, Yuri walks in onto the two of them after having finished his homework (or tweaking his deck). He raises an eyebrow at Yuto's appearance, but gets the gist of the situation when he sees their duel disks activated and Yuya standing on top of the sofa in a similar attire. As Yuto steals Yuya's schtick and becomes a tomato, Yuri pouts about being left out and quickly leaves to hunt for something that will allow him to join the fun. When the duel ends, Yuto passes the baton to Yuri. As he watches the two rattle off silly, goofy lines like, I will destroy the planet, the universe, all the worlds! and, Never! I'll stop you, fiend!, Yuto sighs in relief. At least Yuya now has Yuri to LARP with. Maybe Yugo would volunteer too, once he returned from driving practice and hears about it. Though, he'd likely ask to play the part of the hero himself. Anyway, Yuto's already almost in middle school; he's getting a little too old to play with costumes now. Then afterwards, at dinner, with an angelic smile Yuya says, "Yuuto, can we play like that again sometime? You look so cool with a cape!"

Yuri on the other hand, always had a tendency for the melodramatic, his own personal spin of the theatrics he's seen from his dad! Deep down he really loves playing the villain.

(This was meant to be a short description but I couldn't help putting some fic-like sentences in there tehe also yes that's a reference to the conversation between Yuya and G.O.D./Eve)

***

(warning: angst ahead)

Another headcanon I have that I want to write/draw something for is that in the postcanon where Reiji, Yuya, Isaac and Ren travel through space and time together, Yuya has moments where he falters to his grief.

He's used to his brothers commenting and nagging him on almost anything and everything (A midnight snack? Think about your complexion, Yuya!) and his world is suddenly a lot more quiet. In his hurt, he starts to avoid Ren, not wanting to be reminded of what he's lost (He doesn't feel good about it).

Eventually Reiji intervenes and Yuya opens up a little. He's been unable to properly let himself grief for his brothers. All he wants to say is that he misses them.

But he doesn't feel like he has the right to do so, having being the one to seal their fates by personally destroying the one method of bringing them back to life. He doesn't regret his decision of course, but he's unable to stop himself from feeling this way too.

It has a happy ending; Reiji convinces Yuya to talk to Ren. Yuya shares stories about Yugo at Ren's request, making the both of them laugh. Yuya realises that there are other methods of bringing back people to life, too, even if only momentarily.

But it is enough.

***

Misc hcs:

Yuya's charisma and attitude is a combination of his three brothers fawning over his cuteness from birth and Yuya being so star-struck with Yusho's performances he attempted to replicate the movements ever since he could walk.

Being the oldest, Yuto feels a sense of responsibility for his brothers and pledged to take care of them in place of his always-missing parents. However, he oft times finds himself not having to do much because Yugo and Yuri are so determined to win over Yuya's heart (and be proclaimed 'favourite brother') that they also make sure to set a good example for the youngest when possible. This causes Yuto a little bit of an identity crisis (/j it's just for fun) until he settles into his role as the househusband cook.

"All of us... are connected by... the arc of destiny!"

Reiji and Yuya are supposed to be silhouetted by their fathers, so Yuzu is meant to seem like she's looking at Yuya, but is in fact looking at Yusho. I also think VJ Yuto should be allowed to smile more!

This drawing is meant to be my love letter to the manga as a whole, and ESPECIALLY the last duel between Reiji and Yuya. I talked about it a whole ton in the review linked above already, so go check that out if you haven't!!

I was really happy with the composition when I first made this, especially with Sora/Ren/Isaac Versus the Yus mirroring their duels! (Well, okay, I know Isaac didn't duel Yuto but.... just give this to me)

Anyway I really wanted a fun and positive energy for it! Every month I think about returning to this but I get slightly demotivated when I realise I have *zero* colour references for both Ren and Isaac... Please send in your headcanons...

***

Last but not least, last month I got brain worms for another animatic/hand-drawn MV for Eve's Fight Song! I'll never ever have to time to go back to it, but I wanted to take the chance to talk about other songs that make me ill when I think about them with the manga.

1. Myth & Roid - TRAGEDY:ETERNITY

Don’t give me an eternity Even if that’s all I can believe Press pause on the flow of time In the shadow of the blink of an eye I don’t wanna fall into a sleep ‘Cause now you are my remedy Now knocking on, knocking on, knocking on my brain Even for the temptation of a nightmare Fate demands a costly reparation for its fare

Translated lyrics mostly from lyrical-nonsense, but I made some changes for better rhyming and flow yahoo!! This song is what I imagine the OP would be in my dreams when it received an anime adaptation, I've always dreamed of making my own animatic to it!!

Not just the chorus, but the ENTIRE SONG (pleeeease go take a look at the lyrics) feels like it's made for the manga please please go take a look

2. MYTH & ROID - -to the future days

I cast my wishes to the future days If we can meet on the other side of eternity… I cast my wishes to the future days What should we talk about first? Sadness and even joy will, eventually Will sleep together That's the way life is If such a world could be granted Would nobody feel hurt anymore?

Yeah I like M&R quite a bit, how'd you know

If T:E was the hypothetical OP, this is my pick for the ED theme, like AAAAAAAA for me it encompasses the yu's story so so so so so so so well, though

And:

Both despair and also life come to end eventually Take this future into your hands and let it run its course Spin it ’round…… The hands on the clock spin around Like flowers, petals falling and fluttering Once we blossom, we dissipate in the moment THE BRIDGE THE BRIDGE THE LYRICS ARGHHHHHHHH This is definitely for me, the moment when the three yus start to fade during Yuya's battle with Eve, their last conversation they have with yuya..... *lies onto the ground in a pile of misery*

Rest of the lyrics HERE shoves it into your face

3. MAISONdes - Tokyo Shandy Rendezvous

It's no joke, no it's not! Tokyo Shandy Rendezvous Even when the time comes nothing will come of it Vague truths only become melancholy Come on and snatch me away now, take on me!

This is a fun one, when I watched the PV and in the chorus Lum was spinning I instantly went wow what if that was Phantom.. and then the lyrics bared their claws and sunk them into my brain and hasn't really let go since

Unlike the above two songs, not all of the lyrics are a perfect match, of course, but I adore how in general the whimsical yet lonely nature of the song feels like it fits Phantom so well!

4. Eve - Fight Song

As the night still refuses to end, let’s dream

Last but not least the song I posted the above storyboard for! CSM fans (as well as Eve fans, lol) are probably already familiar with the song, and full lyrics here, though like the song above, only parts of the song (particularly the chorus) really resonated with the vj brainworms in my head lol Even for me, y’know Let’s make a break for the future Towards the verge of death like we pray for A boy that gave his word Today, just like back then As if there’s no more future ahead

Sigh.... Yuto, Yugo, Yuri................ Just let out your voice Let’s take it easy We don’t even know common sense, so we know the world through wise eyes These overflowing feelings, behold Greet me with an applause

I love the first half a lot, I can easily imagine Yuya saying it to the other three... and of course, the latter, from him to the world! (or perhaps even G.O.D...)

As always thanks for reading GOODBYE I GOTTA GO DRAW SOME ARC-V OCS

[ispreadrabieslikewildfire]

Please tell me about Harper and Feena!

OMEHAGUROHMEGAUR OKOKOKOKOKOKOK SOSOSOOSOSOSO (thamk yo uso much TEHE) alao im sorry if this makes NO SENSE im spilling my head into paragraphs and not proofreading rhis is gonna end HORRIBLY but i hope you enjoy😭!

Anwyay so harper and feena started when @thatbiblicallyaccuraterat asked me to draw a silly guy eating monster much and he turned into harper (ill link some pictures to show) and he felt lonely so i made him a friend called feena and theyve been a thibg since then HOLY SHIT I THINK ITS BEEN 2 YEARS?????

Harper and feena r supposed to be my silly ocs that are my go toos when i start daydreaming and drawing! Their not supoosed to have too much trauma and stuff (IM CONTAINING MYSELF) so i camt head empty and harper its also so when i draw them they make me happy they are my happyness. So becazue i cant give them trauma i make altermate realitoes where i CAN give them trauma!!

Im gonna make sections so i caj explain everthing so it can atleast try to make sense

1. THEIR RELATIONSHIP :3

Ok so when i started I made them friends ofc!! And i thought they where cool as hell so i started thinking about their relationship and i was thinking how wierd it would feel if they where a couple so their thing is that their completely platonic and are jist realy close friends that are realy comfortable with each other, i wouldnt say like 'siblings' but more like that one cousin that your realy close with. I like to think of them as denji and power from chainsaw man (however i see denji and power as more of siblings) but no matter how close they get with eachither they dont feel anything romantic :3 i have a thing that when they where 14/15 they where like fuck it lets kiss and they hated it!!!!! they wanted to die!!!!!

I also have different ages for them i draw them as for whatever mood im in! So i have toddler harper and feena (theyve met in primary school) and then children harper and feena (10-12) and then theres also teen (14-16) and preadult idk forgot what its called (17-19) and adult! (20-22) by 20-22 they have an appartment with 2 other roomates nadia and caspian i dont realy have a story for them yet however they do have designs. So basically they jsut spend their entire lives together as besties and this is their main world where their happy and have no trauma and are just silly!!

2. Sexualities n stuff

Well im nor good at this stuff since i realy have no kmowledge but i kinda just peojected me and @thatbiblicallyaccuraterat onto them...

Harper:

Bisexual, he/they. Dyslexic and/or is on the autism spectrum idk i dont think much about this

Feena:

Aro/ace or Asexual i havent decided, goes by anything. I honestly dont even know she is any and all illnesses

3. Childhood and all

So i dont wanna give them a traumatic childhood since their my silly chracters!!

HOWEVER, they do have some sort of backstories.

Feena:

Some sort of religious trauma, her family where 100% praise our lord and saviour jesus christ and she didnt feel part. Knew what she was when she was a teen and after harper came out and was more comfortable. Didnt tell her parents until she moved out, (they very obviously didnt take it well) however is still in touch with them!! Their just kinda realy uncomforable whenever the subject changes to jesus or gay stuff idk.

Harper:

Twas a bit (a lot) stupider than most people his age (austismmmmm) his parents payed more attention to their sisters so that they could have a better education instead of wasting their time on a child thatll never learn and refuses to listen (wasnt diagnosed till he was an adult so they thought he was being annoying purposefully). Tbh just whats a hug LMAO. He came out to his parents, they told him it was just a phase and theylll get out of it eventually.

So ya!

4. The cats need their own section

So ive always eanted these 2 cats, one called jester one called mariposa. So if i cant have them whats better than having my oc that represents me having them?

This is jester! (SHES PREFECT THIS IS HOW I ENVISION HER)

This is mariposa :3

5. Universes

Like i said since i dont want harper and feena to have too much trauma i create new universes for them! Other than my main ailly one theres another 3 i favour out of all the ones i make

1. I made a dystopian after apocolypse one (MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE ITS SO FUN TO MAKE!!) where the aftermath is that the world (well at leats where their living) is split into two, the privlidged and less priveledged (I NEED NAMES FOR THESE I DONT HAVE ANY) anywwy what i think i can best decribe this as is like the hunger games, where theres the 'capitol' and the 'districts' but instead of there being districts its all just survival of the fittest L lmao so yah. So after the apocolypse harper and feena are split up. Feena ends up with the privileged and harper ends up with the less. Harper finds a place he can call 'home' (FOUNDFAMILYFOUNDFMILYFOUNDFAMILY) and feena ends up on the other side where she gets her memories wiped and she then hets brainwashed to belive she was sent down as a gift from god during hard times and everyone is supposed to worship her (tehe i wont bother yiu with any more of this story)

2. Silly little 80s teen ghost busting show like scooby doo with harper feena nadia and caspian

3. detective harper and feena (havent built a lot)

6. I FORGOT TO ADD DYNAMIC

So basically feena can be smart when she wants to but chooses to fuck around with harper, quite a bitch if you guys just met. Pretty resereved when shes around people she doesnt know amd her social skills arent great. If you give her a chance she can be quite nice and passionate. Can ramble for hours on ends

Harper, guys hes trying his best. Loud, can ramble for hours on end too.

And thats all i can think of...sorry for ramblong so much i jist realy love them. i dont expect anyonw to actually read this... Once again this is just me projecting me and @thatbiblicallyaccuraterat onto harper anf feena!

Thank you @rainbowghostcat sososoososo much i love youuahahhah <333

Ill attach drawing of them in the mprning!

[starry-knight-coffins]

Hiii!!!

Guess what I was doing instead of writing my fanfic! Participating in a Tumblr event (tehe)

Wrote a little something for this event yo @bunnwich

Anyway, yeah. Hi, I was that funky weird anon who asked if it was ocs only bc I... Had no ocs. Glad it doesn't need ocs tho bc I'm like weak for Idia and Leona and seeing them together makes me very happy

So, ye

Enjoy?

Yuletide? Trusty reindeer?! Leona couldn't give a damn about any of that! What was with that drawing anyway? Why were there only two slips? Because of the headmaster's poor excuse of a joke, he ended up as some trusty herbivore for a radish sprout that looked like he'd pass out if Leona got too close. What a joke! All he wanted to do right now is go to the botanical garden and-

Also readable on AO3 tehe!

--------------------------

Hm. He's got a little issue. Idia's little sprout brother stood between him and the botanical garden doors and, by the looks of it, Ortho wouldn't let him pass by so easily.

"Aha! There you are, Leona Kingscholar!" Ortho hovered over to him, displaying a rather cheerful expression, "Niisan has given me a request to go find you, so here I am! Will you spare us a moment of your time? I promise it'll be worth your while!"

Leona didn't want to go and see what Idia was up to, but if it was for that yule thing he probably had to, "Why does he want to see me?"

"He wants to show you a super cool mount he made to make Yuletide a little easier for you two to navigate."

"Alright, fine." Leona stepped aside for the little guy to show the way, "Lead us there."

"Roger!"

Leona followed Ortho for a long while, leaving the botanical garden and his morning plans far behind him. They walked past the school and several dozen trees, finally arriving at some discreet clearing far away from campus. A rather large sleigh sat in the middle of the clearing, filled to the brim with a generous amount of gifts and a single radish sprout.

"Oi, radish sprout." Shouted Leona as he walked closer, the sleigh seemed surprisingly new, "What's all this about?"

"O-Oh Leona..!" Idia fumbled with his tablet for a brief moment before holding it in front of him, letting the device do all the talking, "Fuhihihi! Welcome, my trusty reindeer, to the most exciting event of your week! Do you like my sleigh?"

"It's… nice. I don't have to pull it around, do I?"

"Sevens, no! We're not going to do something so cringe! We're in the future, Leona, we have no need to use such a slow method of transport. Instead, I got us a mount that…" Idia pointed dramatically into the air, "Can fly!"

"Fly? Really?" Leona leaned against the sleigh, "You made a sleigh that could fly in two days?"

"It's easy to do, I just didn't sleep. Ezpz." Idia seemed pretty smug about his terrible sleep schedule, "Anyway, do you know how to properly drive a flying car? It's easy if you don't know, I can teach you the basics in under an hour."

-⛄-

Unexpectedly, driving around in a flying car with Idia and Ortho is… fun. Well, fun enough. Leona got free rein, so he could fly anywhere on campus that he wanted, but he had to listen to Idia talk about fifty different video games. The only thing they've done together game-wise is chess! Not videogames, chess! It's rare to see Idia so animated, though, so… whatever. He could listen to more nerd facts as he drove around if it meant that Idia wouldn't freeze in fear at every little thing.

"- and so, that's how you can get a total of ten cupcakes during your ACNH birthday party." Explained Idia as he shuffled through his bag, gripping his tablet in one hand and pulling out a bundle of crumpled paper with the other, "Anyway, you drive fine now, so we can get on to the main event."

"The main event wasn't me doing a couple loops with this car?" Questioned Leona as they passed by the top bit of NRC for the sixth time that afternoon, "I thought that was thrilling."

"We almost lost a couple presents!" Exclaimed Idia, smacking Leona lightly with his tablet, "And that stunt wasn't it! We need to test this sleigh and deliver a few gifts."

"Why?"

"I want to see if we can go no contact and just drop gifts on people, that's why I have Ortho in the back." Idia flipped through a couple of the pages in his hand, "You probably shouldn't run over anyone, but I encourage scaring people to death by nearly running them over. Particularly Azul, he beat me in Monopoly last week through dirty tactics-"

-⛄-

Yep. Nothing like walking through the snow miserably. Against all odds, Ruggie found himself running late. Not that late, but still, pretty late. His class went on past the bell, the line at Sam's store took forever, and now the hyena found himself crunching through the snow with Jack. He met up with the guy on his way out of the store but… still. It feels a little awkward that he's making Jack lug around all the laundry stuff he bought earlier. Jack was super willing and everything, but still. The help is appreciated at least.

"So…" Starts Jack, perhaps uncomfortable with the silence between them, "Have you heard what has been happening today?"

"Are you talking about the murder sleigh?" Questioned Ruggie, "Yeah, it would be pretty hard to miss the gossip floating around the halls about the mysterious flying vehicle that nearly mowed down a couple students today."

"Yeah, that sleigh." Jack keeps on trudging ok through the snow, "It didn't kill anyone yet, but it tended to target students who were alone in open spaces."

"... Yeah?"

"And we're alone… in an open space. We won't get run over next, will we?"

"Huh." Ruggie hadn't thought about that before, but they sure are walking in an open space with nobody else around, "Probably not. What's the chances that the crazy murder sleigh would want to-"

"Wait." Jack paused with a small twitch of his ears, "Do you hear something?"

Ruggie stopped in his own tracks, trying to catch on to the mysterious sound Jack was referring to. He could certainly hear something… it's faint, like the jingle of bells and the clunking of several… boxes? He wasn't sure. It was nearly impossible to hear the bells over the crunching of snow and their idle chatter, he's surprised Jack hear the noise at all. Still, why does it sound like that bell jingle is getting louder by the second?

"Where is that sound coming-?" Ruggie turned to look behind him, coming face to face with a sleigh in the sky that's coming straight at them, "Jack! The sleigh! It's coming for us!"

"What?!" Jack hauled the bags he held over his shoulder as he started running for it, "We have to go, Ruggie! Run-!"

"Don't run!" Yelled something from the sleigh that's hurling itself towards them, "Duck! Get down!"

Jack and Ruggie were on the ground in seconds, holding their breath as the sleigh sped on by over their heads. Part of him swore that he saw the vehicle graze the top fluff off of Jack's ears, it went way too close to them!

"Great seven…" Ruggie cursed as he slowly lifted himself up from the snow, "Are you good, dude?"

"I- Yeah." Jack's gaze seemed to follow the retreating sleigh that flew off into the evening sky, "Are you good?"

"Well, I'm certainly not roadkill." Ruggie spun around briefly, looking at their surroundings, "The stuff I bought isn't crushed or anything but- hey!" Ruggie pointed towards two neatly placed present boxes that had somehow appeared behind them, "Look! Did the sleigh drop these?"

"Maybe?" Jack carefully approached the gifts, grabbing one and flipping it around, "There's a tag here, this one says 'For Jack, from the green one and his reindeer'. Wait, it's for me?!"

"Does that mean the other one is for me?!" Ruggie quickly picked up the other box and grabbed the tag, it had his name on it, "Dude! It is for me!"

"Should we open them..?"

"Why not? It's not like the sleigh is coming back for them."

Jack merely nodded in agreement before tearing open his present, "No way! Succulent crochet for beginners, I was looking up this book last night!"

Oh boy, Ruggie was looking up different types of laundry detergent last night. He really, really hoped he wasn't about to get laundry detergent. Maybe he should save this thing to open later-

"What did you get?" Questioned Jack, eyes brimming with curiosity.

Well, no avoiding it now. Ruggie carefully undid the neat ribbon before tearing apart the wrapping paper, revealing… four dozen doughnuts? Oh yeah, the other thing he was looking up last night, how to easily make four dozen doughnuts while hungry. He never managed to accomplish that, mainly because the BOOgle results sucked, but now he got what he wanted with zero effort. Ruggie popped open one of the doughnuts, expecting to get some plain ones, but what greeted him instead were twelve doughnuts that seemed to be individually decorated to look like spotted hyenas. That's… really cute, actually.

Jack leaned over his shoulder to look at his newly acquired doughnut haul, pointing at one of the various hyena doughnuts, "Hey, Ruggie, that one looks like you!"

-⛄-

"Did you see their faces?!" Idia seemed close to tears besides him, face adorned with a huge grin, "Gold! They're expressions are almost as good as Azul's look of pure panic!"

"I got a pretty good shot of their faces!" Exclaims Ortho with his camera, "We can print you a copy if you want, Leona."

"Sure, why not." Leona couldn't help but smile as he saw the Shroud brothers do a fist bump, "Who are we scaring to death next?"

"They were the last people we had on our test run list, actually." Idia leaned back in his seat, "Can you land us near the botanical garden? You'll be free of your reindeer duties for the day afterwards."

"Oh. Yeah, sure." Part of Leona had hoped that this would last longer, for he's having a better time than expected with the Shroud brothers, but he shouldn't be selfish, "You don't want to land where we started?"

"Nah, too far, the botanical garden is closer." Idia grabbed his discarded tablet and held it up to his face, letting the device do the rest of the talking, "We can take the long scenic route to the field if you want to spend more time with me!"

"Hah, you wish."

Idia huffed behind his tablet as it continued to rattle out words, "You'd definitely fail if you were in an otome."

"Good thing I'm not in one then, yeah?" Leona landed the sleigh with ease outside of the botanical garden, "Here we are, radish sprout. Anything else you two need before I get goin'?"

Idia lowered his tablet to speak with his own mouth once more, "Yeah, I've got one more thing." Idia motioned towards Ortho with his hand, "You still got it?"

"Yep!" Ortho produced a present, dropping it onto Leona's lap, "Happy Yuletide, Leona!"

"Happy Yuletide, Leona. I had to get my trusty reindeer a little something so… tada. Take it with you as you get off, ok? No throwing it away!"

"Alright, alright." Leona carefully held the gift as he got off of the sleigh, "Are we still goin' to have our chess rematch this weekend?"

"Oh defs. " Idia did a little finger gun as he slid on over to the seat Leona once occupied, "This Yuletide job of ours won't stop me from kicking your ass." He quickly left after saying those words, guiding the sleigh off into the sky.

Right. What did Idia get him anyway? Leona tore open the wrapping paper, revealing a rather soft pillow with a nice silk pillowcase folded to the side. This is nice, it could probably replace his usual nap pillow as well…

Wait, does this mean he owes Idia a gift?

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello, im here for the match up exchange dump we talked about, and the fandoms I would like to request are Avatar the last airbender, Legand of Korra, Demon slayer, Haikyuu, My hero academia, Obey me, Sk8 and Ninjago(Movie or series is fine)

Im panromantic(male lean) who uses any pronouns but mainly She/her/theirs.

Im an Aquarius with an ISTP MBTI(I recently was made to take another one for school and i came up as INTJ so...?)

I have honey(ish) blonde shoulder length hair with hazelly green eyes with dark circles and ivory skin, im '5'5" with a stronger stature and I wear grunge/cottagecore clothing.

Im a decently calm person but can and will have surges of energy that arent entirely like im bouncing off the wall but I would like to be able to stim, I have trust issues and are very quick to judge people and put them in a box when I first meet them untill they change their status, I love being around people i care for but I do like to have my space alone when posible to give me the ability to cool my nerves and regain energy to keep up with people.

I like reading, writing, drawing, music that sits in the genera of grunge, punk, heavy metal, skaw, and recently stuff like will wood. I like vintage and antique stores, I enjoy nature, I also enjoy playing games like resident evil, legend of zelda, pokemon, hogwarts legacy and obey me(tehe) and I love scary movies. I love being around people that I can comfortably be myself around and that (If I and they are comfortable enough) can have deep conversations.

I dislike loud crowds and people, red meats, clingy people, country music, any one thats just in confrontational for no damn reason and being ignored.

I would love to be matched up with someone who can get me out of that shell I make for myself and I can run like a crazy lunatic with and not be judged at all cause the are doing somewhat of the same thing. or even someoen I can also help break out of a shell.

have a good day/night!!!

Hi! Thank you for your request! It's been great doing another matchup exchange with you! I hope you like your matchups!

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, I match you with...

Aang would be both your best friend and your ideal partner! He can match your mood perfectly; when you’re calm, he’s calm, when you’ve got a surge of energy, he’s got a surge of energy.

Appreciates that you enjoy alone time. He personally enjoys being around people but there are certainly times when he also needs some space to recharge.

Doesn’t mind loud noises or crowds, but he’ll help you avoid them as much as possible. But, if you want him to get you out of your shell a bit more, he’s more than happy to help!

Aang would love to take you to a festival when it’s just opening or about to close so there are less people around, but you can still experience the energy.

Modern au Aang would love video games! He’s particularly fond of multi-players but he’d also be happy to play a different game; as long as you’re together.

Has some interesting perspectives that make deep conversations all the more interesting. He loves talking with you and will always listen to what you have to say.

In Legend of Korra, I match you with...

Similarly to Aang, Bolin can match your energy. He doesn’t have quite the same chaotic energy as Aang but he can certainly have surges of energy.

Loves going to antique stores with you! He really likes the aesthetic and loves that things can usually be found there for a cheaper price than buying them first-hand.

Bolin would love taking walks through nature with you. He finds it relaxing and claims it “helps him connect more with his bending element”. While that’s certainly true, he also just enjoys having your undivided company for a few hours.

Can be a bit clingy sometimes but Bolin’s aware that that’s not your thing. He’ll do his best to reign in his tendencies but expect him to ask for at least one hug per day.

Very easy to trust and does his best to keep that trust. Bolin knows that it’s like to feel betrayed by people and he never wants you to feel that way about him.

He’s very open about his feelings and he hopes you can do the same. That way, if there are any problems in your relationship, you can both work towards fixing them.

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Rengoku is the extrovert who will drag you out of your shell! You don't have much choice but to go along with his wild adventures.

Not a super clingy person and he can go for a while without physical touch so he doesn't mind that you're not a fan of clingy people.

Horror movie aficionado. His personal favourites are the terrible b-rate ones that never fail to make him laugh.

While Rengoku's not the best at being calm, he can certainly match you surges of energy! He's probably more hyperactive than you are during these times, as he feeds off your energy as well as his own.

I see Rengoku as someone who enjoys country music. He won't listen to it when you're around but he will occasionally give you song recommendations just to tease you.

Doesn't mind that you're not a fan of red meat. He'll eat pretty much anything as long as it tastes good so anything you likes, he's more than happy to try at least once.

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

Kuroo is honestly one of the best people to have deep conversations with (only beaten by someone further down this list).

Can match your surges of energy but loves spending time with you just relaxing together. He’s always so busy with volleyball, he really values anytime he can spend with you doing nothing.

Kuroo would love to take walks in nature with you. He’ll probably talk a lot about the science behind what’s happening around you.

Even though he talks a lot, Kuroo’s also a good listener. He’ll never make you feel like you’re being ignored.

Enjoys playing video games with you. He plays a lot with Kenma so he’s decently good at playing but more often than not, he’d also enjoy just sitting next to you and watching you play.

Kuroo's also very good at getting introverts out of their shell (he's had plenty of experience with Kenma). He's got comforting extrovert vibes.

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

Kirishima is one of the best people to help you get out of your shell. Like Kuroo, he has comforting extrovert vibes, but he also has more chaotic energy.

Loves your taste in music! He thinks it’s really cool and would love to make a playlist with you that he can listen to while working out.

A video game mega fan! He’s probably played a lot of games so if you ever get truly stuck trying to get past a level or a boss, he’s more than happy to have a go.

Kirishima enjoys watching horror movies with you but will need to sleep with the lights on that night. He’s not great at handling horror but he tries for you.

Kirishima’s another one who’s really easy to trust and does his best to keep your trust.

Does his best to be quieter when he’s around you and will try to keep his friends quieter as well. But he’s only one person and 1A is notoriously loud.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Asmo is the best person to have deep conversations with on this list. While he may not seem like it at first, leaning more towards gossip, he’s really good at knowing anything that’s bothering you or that you want to talk about.

Loves vintage shopping! He thinks the clothes and furniture have a really cool style. Even though he’s not usually one to wear things that aren’t in style, he’s certainly a trendsetter.

It might take a while before you can trust him completely, but he also has trust issues so as soon as you both realize you trust the other person and they trust you, your relationship is made even more stable.

Definitely one of the more clingy people on the list, but also a king of consent and awareness of emotions. If he knows you're not in the mood for too many hugs, he'll dial back his affection.

Hates confrontational people! Asmo has made it his life mission to only be confrontational when someone insults him or you.

Asmo would love to read some of your writing. I see him as being pretty good at writing love letters and poems so expect to see a few turn up in your room every few days.

In Sk8 the Infinity, I match you with...

Reki would love drawing with you! He’s never really had people interested in his drawings before so when you share that hobby with him, it means more than you can imagine.

Will absolutely make a board for you and decorate the bottom with drawings based on your interests. Whether you ever ride it or not, he’d love it if you keep it somewhere you can see it.

While it takes him a while to get used to being open, Reki’s really good at having deep and meaningful conversations with you. It helps him get a lot of feelings off his chest.

Reki will always make sure you feel heard and valued. He knows the feeling of being ignored or left behind all too well and never wants you to feel that way, especially if he’s the cause.

Enjoys playing video games with you. I see him as an avid fan of Pokemon, especially Pokemon Go (skating around town gets his steps up really fast).

A fan of socializing and having alone time so he’s always able to keep a good balance of interaction with you. He’s very attentive and notices when you’re starting to get tired so you’ll very rarely have to ask for personal space.

In Ninjago, I match you with...

Another one who loves your taste in music. Cole is definitely a fan of grunge, punk, and metal (especially movie Cole). He also likes rock music (mostly for the puns he can make).

He’s also a fan of video games. He plays them a lot with Jay and Kai so he’s used to very competitive games. Playing more relaxing games with you is a nice change of pace.

Horror movie date nights! Cole’s seen a good number of horror movies and has enjoyed most of them. He does get a bit quiet when there are ghosts in them but whether that’s because he’s having bad memories or he’s criticizing their inaccuracies, you’re not sure.

I think Cole would love to spend quiet afternoons laying on the couch with you reading to him. He likes your voice and isn’t picky about what you read, as long as he can just let his mind wander.

While he’s not a particularly chaotic person energy wise, he’s pretty used to the people around him bouncing off the walls on occasion.

He can match your energy if needed, but more often than not, he’d like to just watch you to make sure you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.

[venusloveslobotomies]

wahaha...it's time to stop being anonymous and ask for a match up, haha! i'm so glad you do match ups. i love your writing so i'm happy because i can ask you for a match up!!

i'm a female, she/her, taurus, infp 4w5 !! i'm a have long straight ginger hair and blue eyes. ah, and A LOT of freckles on my face...

i'm self-diagnosed autistic. i have an eating disorder. aaand i'm always dizzy, hehe..! i'm SO emotional and empathetic!! i'm a proud bisexual BUT i would prefer to be matched up with a man, tehee... (つω`｡)

i'm calm and nice, i guess..? i'm really introverted and so, SO awkward when it comes to socializing. i'm very anxious when i have to talk to people that i don't know. i can struggle with simple tasks like buying something in store or ordering something in cafe. anxiety is part of my personality, HELP.

but! i'm with people who's my dear friends i'm really loving and caring. like, i'm pretty sure that everyone can feel loved with me. some people told me that i'm really soft and kind wahaha..! so if i will open up to you i can guarantee you that i can and i will make you feel so, so loved!

i'm fond of biology and chemistry and i want to become a doctor in the future! i mean...doctor is someone who can help people. i just feel like this is a right profession for me. all i want to do is make people healthy and happy! when it comes to my hobbies...i really enjoy drawing! and playing the guitar! i can express myself through art and music and i think that's amazing. hehe! ☆

my love language is physical touch! i enjoy being physically close to those who i love with all my heart, i will feel sad if i will have no chance to touch my loved ones. my second love language is words of affirmation, i guess..? so yeah, i would love to receive love with those love languages! when it comes to giving, eh...i will do just simply anything to make my loved one happy. i will hug them, tell them how good they are and how proud i am of them! i will give them gifts and just spend time with them. my main goal is to make them feel loved and safe. (⌒▽⌒)♡

some random fact about me - i really, i mean REALLY love the colour BLUE. like...i will feel so, so happy if i will look at something blue! a lot of my clothes is blue, my favourite bag is blue, i have...a blue among us plushie...that's embarrassing but this stupid little plushie is so cute and BLUE! so yeah, colour blue is so special for me. it makes me feel calm and happy!

ahh the way i write is messy a bit...i'm sorry! and i apologize for any spelling mistakes, english isn't my first language. i swear that i did my best while i was writing this..!

thank you in advance!! have a nice...day ooor evening or whatever it is for you, hehe...☆

Thank you so much for your love! It means a lot to me <333

I’ve gotta match you up with Butters! You guys are both sweet and kind and would do anything for other people! I think he would provide you with so much love that matches your love language! Cuddles and hugs and compliments!

I think he needs an adoring person like you in his life. He gets kinda shoved to the side by most of his friends so having someone so loving and understanding would do wonders for his confidence. I think he’d also help bring you out of your shell and be so easy to get along with despite your anxieties.

I think he’d love braiding your hair and also would probably learn the guitar so you guys can play together. He seems to me like someone who would do anything for his s/o.

I hope you like it <333 Thank you again for being so nice ☺️☺️💕💕

[mrsbrekkers]

Hi! How are you?

Could I get a Kaz Brekker imagine where he opens up to the reader after a job about his past and the next day he tells her it was a mistake and a lapse of judgement, quite harshly. And then the reader gets hurt after a heist and he realises how much he actually needs her.

Thank you <3

i’m doing pretty good! first kaz fic tehe, i’ve been waiting to do kaz brekker one-shots since i read the books. he is v much a comfort character. i understand his aversion to physical touch ( i have panic attacks at times because of so ), his humor, and inner dialogue so he is v dear and near to my heart yeeee

i switched up the next day bit and did it as the same time since it made more sense to me?? i’m not sure how to explain it haha

pairings! kaz x reader / jesper x wylan + nina x matthias ( with inej third wheeling because she’d so do so. ) 

reader is female in this, but i can make it non-gender specific if one would like me too! just let me know i’m very flexible in my writing!

warnings! talking about jordie, ptsd, trauma, talk of death, loss of a brother + mother, swear words, kaz being sad, panic attacks, blood, near death experience, pekka a-hole rollins,

word count; 2610 ( proud again haha )

one-shot under cut!

COMPANIONABLE SILENCE

The Slat had become uncharacteristically quiet. A successful heist on part of the Crows made for easy celebration amongst the Dregs. Most sat gambling at the Crow Club, drinking the night away. Jesper had been having a weirdly lucky night, the money in front of him displaying such. Wylan had been on Jesper’s leg the entire night, and the occasional ‘This is my lucky charm’ could be heard from Jesper. Inej and Nina sat drinking together, Matthias looking like an unwilling bystander to the girls' fun. And yet, Y/N found herself back at the Slat after the long day. Her back screamed at her to call it a night, but instead, she found herself in front of Kaz’s door.

It was a routine the two had when they were the only ones at the Slat. Y/N would sit on the bed, head in a book, and Kaz would sit quietly at his desk planning whatever it was Kaz Brekker decided to plan. It seemed the same tonight, with Y/N quietly reading, until her head lifted to see Kaz rubbing his eyes.

“You need to get more sleep. The amount you manage is minimal. I’m surprised you’re not dead yet,” Y/N commented, her book falling into her lap, the page she’d left off on now folded at the corner. It surprised her how Kaz managed to live off of his, if lucky, two hours of sleep. She’d never understand it. Granted, she slept less than the suggested as well, but she always made up for it with at least a nap during the day.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” 

That might be sooner than you think at this rate. But Y/N wouldn’t take that for an answer. She wasn’t usually a pushy person, especially with Kaz Brekker. She’d learned being pushy with him was never a good idea, considering the amount of people who did were left with a ruined reputation and nothing to live with.

“Sleeping when you’re dead isn’t an option in Ketterdam. Even when you’re dead here, you’re really not. Especially when people know of you. And last time I checked, the entire city knows you, and half of it wants your head on a silver platter. I’m actually sure people outside of the city know you, and may want the same,” Y/N said, standing and moving over to the wooden desk, sitting across from Kaz. Her eyes landed on the work Kaz worked on, seeing another heist plan he was drawing out.

Kaz wasn’t going to give in easily, anyone who knew him knew he was stubborn. One of the most stubborn people who lived in Ketterdam, but he knew what Y/N was saying held some truth in it. One was never truly dead in Ketterdam. He suspected people would dig up his body to hand over to Pekka Rollins - no, he wouldn’t die before Pekka Rollins did, that was a promise he’d made himself after Jordie. Brick by Brick. He couldn’t pull Rollins apart if he was dead. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t dead yet: his vigor to destroy the man who’d killed his brother. But he did suspect that when he, Kaz Brekker, was dead, he’d never truly be dead.

“Even so, I have things to do, plans to make-”

“At 1 in the morning? I’m sure such plans aren’t going to disappear overnight.” Being cut off, Kaz casted Y/N a glare, eyes narrowing. Why she had such influence over him, he’d never know. Or, maybe he did know and wasn’t going to express why. Because why would he? Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason after all. He always had reasons though.

Finally, Y/N sighed. “I don’t expect you to listen to me, but I’m not going to let you rot away from the lack of sleep you get, Kaz. I am just as stubborn as you, and if I must? I will sit here and bug you about your lack of sleep until sunrise. Or until I inevitably fall asleep.” The smallest glimpse of a smile reached Kaz’s lips, an instinct to roll his eyes almost playfully too. Stubborn about the well-being of her friends was a Y/N special. Kaz had simply thought he’d have time before she got on his ass about his own health.

She’d already gotten on Wylan about his self-destructive habits. His tendency to blame himself for not being good enough. Y/N had practically choked him out once when he’d gone on a rant about how he was a problem for the Crows. A burden. Kaz himself had been somewhat frightened. She’d found ways to help Jesper and his gambling addiction, which usually included them gambling, but in ways that didn’t involve money. She’d gotten on Matthias for his excuses to not kiss Nina.

If Kaz remembered correctly, she’d called it ‘redirecting the issue’.

“You’re avoiding something,” Y/N then spoke, crossing her arms. Weren’t they all avoiding something? Kaz thought, huffing as he sat back into his seat. This was Ketterdam after all. If you weren’t running from some rich merchant, then you were running from their son. Wylan had simply been a lucky break in that usual streak.

“You say that as if we all aren’t running from something,” Kaz finally said out loud, his eyes casted downwards.

“Avoiding, Kaz. Not running, and something tells me the thing you’re avoiding isn’t something, but someone.” Y/N knew the look Kaz had on. She’d worn it herself dozens of times.

“I had a brother.” Kaz couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Y/N. It would make talking about this all too real. Too much. Was this a lapse in his judgement? Why was he telling her this? Had she managed to get so under his skin? 

“We moved to Ketterdam after my father died. My brother . . . Jordie-'' the name came out with a small crack in his voice. He hadn’t said that name out loud since he’d laid on his sick brother’s chest. “Was hopeful about what the city would bring, and it brought peace for some time. We worked with a man for some time, and my brother was in on a deal. One that seemed too good to be true,” Kaz scowled now, his anger seeming to rise as he spoke.

Y/N sighed, knowing where this was going now. “When an offer is too good to be true-”

“It usually is. That man went by a different name then. One to scam people for their money to rise through the ranks of the Barrel.” Kaz finally lifted his eyes, seeing the realization rush over Y/N’s face.

“Pekka Rollins.”

“Pekka Rollins is the reason my brother is dead.”

The room fell silent for a few moments, Y/N contemplating what to say. She had a feeling she was among the few who knew Kaz’s story. She was tempted to ask how Joride died, but she could infer. She’d been around Ketterdam during the time firepox had plagued the city. Her mother had been taken from the disease. She’d been the same age as Kaz. It began clicking in her head too.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N murmured. “I know you probably don’t want my pity, but really, I’m sorry.” It made sense why Kaz felt like he needed to best Pekka Rollins. He wanted revenge. He wanted Rollins to be just as down as him and his brother had been.

Kaz sucked in a deep breath, standing and running a hand through his hair. His regret for telling the woman before him began to consume him. This was a mistake. Why had he told her? A harsh look fell over his face, looking down at the plans he had laid out. “I need to finish these plans, and I’m sure you need some sleep,” his tone was harsh, but it was clear there was hurt underlying it. He wasn’t going to be an outright asshole, but he needed his space now.

“You need sleep too, and I doubt you’re in the right headspace to try and make plans-”

“Y/N, leave.” He internally was begging. And Kaz Brekker never begged . . . but Kaz Rietveld would, and that’s who was begging. 

“Kaz-”

“Leave.” Anger washed over his features, his eyes directing Y/N to the door.

Y/N sighed, walking towards the door. Before she turned the knob, she stopped. “You know being open about your past doesn’t make you weak, right?” But Kaz said nothing, afraid his voice would fail him. With no words spoken for a beat, Y/N opened the door, shutting it as she paced down the steps.

Her book still lied on the bed, the folded paper to the chapter she was on prominent. Kaz took one look at it before sighing and sitting in the chair, one tear making its way down his face.

---

It was supposed to be in and out. Another job. Another however much Kruge. Where is she? Kaz thought. Y/N was never one for being late. Sure she was working with Jesper, who was notoriously late, but she should’ve been out before Jesper was, and she wasn’t.

It’d been a week of no speaking. Kaz couldn’t speak to her after revealing so much. He feared it would become all too real. A common fear he had. Stealing, picking locks, it was all real to him, yes, but he never experienced reality when he was on a job. It was his way of ‘avoiding’ as Y/N would put it. But now, he couldn’t avoid the reality of this job.

The reality was: He’d ignored Y/N for a week in fear, and now she wasn’t at the rondevu point.

She’s Y/N, she isn’t dead. But that may not be true. She could indeed be dead. She could be, She could be, She could be.... Dozens of potential outcomes came to mind.

The world seemed to spin as he paced. Nina and Matthias had already tried to calm him. Nina had even tried to calm his heart rate down. Wylan seemed to be just as worried as Kaz as well, Jesper still out there alongside Y/N and all. Inej was calm, but it was clear she was worried too. They all were, but Kaz was being unusually emotional. 

“At this rate, you’re going to have a heart attack Kaz,” Nina had said.

And if he did, then that’d be a first for the Bastard of The Barrel. 

“And you’re not close to having one?” Wylan asked, shooting a glare over at Nina.

Kaz mentally thanked Wylan. At least he wasn’t the only one close to breaking down. Get in and out. In and out. What had gone wrong?

But then he heard the sound of boots running across the muddy ground, his eyes shooting up to see Jesper carrying a bleeding Y/N.

She’s bleeding. Who had hurt her? Kaz wasn’t sure, but anger filled him. That was until he fully internalized that Y/N was bleeding.

“Jesper, what happened?”

Jesper helped Y/N into the safe house, his breathing heavy as he helped her onto the bed of one of the rooms. “Rollins. He got word of the job. We became overwhelmed and Y/N here took a bullet to the shoulder.” Then Wylan was practically engulfing Jesper in a hug.

How? Was Kaz’s initial thought, but with a huff, he closed his eyes. Moving over to follow Jesper, he took off his coat. Upon entering the room Y/N was sitting in, he nodded towards her good arm, silently asking for her to take off the sleeve of the arm that was hit.

“I thought we weren’t speaking?” Y/N asked, groaning as she pulled the sleeve of her bad shoulder off with some help from Inej who pushed everyone else out of the room. Inej left as well, but gave Kaz a nod to let her know when he would need help.

Kaz didn’t lift his eyes to look at Y/N, his eyes steady on the bullet lodged in her shoulder. He pulled out the medical kit under the bed. Always prepared, Y/N thought.

“How did Rollins find out?” Y/N asked, watching Kaz pick up tweezers from the small medical kit.

“I’m not sure, but I plan on figuring it out. Stay still.” And Y/N did, knowing this was hard enough as it was for Kaz, she didn’t want to make it any harder. Squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared for the pain. She gripped onto the bed, seething as Kaz took the bullet out with the tweezers.

“I hope you know, I didn’t mean any harm last week.” Kaz knew what Y/N was referring too, and he simply nodded for the moment. Picking up the bandages from the kit, Y/N shook her head.

“Get Inej to do it, you’ve already pushed yourself enough.”

“It’s fine,” Kaz spoke, his voice firm.

“Kaz, don’t-”

“I want too.” His eyes lifted to finally look up at Y/N. She looked down as well, silently nodding. She understood Kaz enough to know this was his apology for ignoring her the past week.

“My mother, she died from firepox,” Y/N spoke quietly. She didn’t know how Kaz would take her bringing it up, but she felt that if she didn’t, they’d build up all this anger again. They’d ignore one another again. Kaz stalled. Flashes of Jordie and Reapers Barge consumed him for a few moments. Y/N’s skin turned cold, icy and raw. He flinched away from the feeling.

Then he heard it - Y/N’s heartbeat. She was living. She wasn’t a corpse. The heartbeat and blood were testament to that. She isn’t dead. 

“I never told you how he died,” Kaz spoke quietly. He wasn’t used to talking about such subjects with anyone. It was the reason he’d taken on a different surname. That way he could cut ties with his past.

But for some reason, Y/N was able to make him feel . . . though begrudgingly, open with his past.

“I can infer, Kaz,” Y/N said with a small hiss as Kaz finished with the bandage, his hands shaky. “Now, you can continue ignoring me if you wish, I imagine you enjoy avoiding me.”

“I don’t enjoy it.” Kaz now had someone he connected with on a level he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t going to enjoy being apart from that.

“I know, I was simply making sure,” Y/N teased, her lips quirking in a small smile.

Kaz gave a small shake of his head, his lips pulling into a smile as well for just a moment. Then he picked up his coat he’d taken off. “I imagine you’re cold, here,” he spoke then, watching as Y/N took it and wrapped it around herself.

Then the door swung open, Nina rushing over to give Y/N a hug. “Kaz here almost had a heart attack. Wylan almost did. Jeez, never do that again,” she said, laughing a bit.

“Ouch, ouch, Nina,” Y/N spoke, referencing the still open wound on her shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry. We made food for you,” Nina said, smiling before handing Y/N a tray of food.

Kaz exited the room, allowing the others some time to talk to Y/N. Inej followed him, her arms crossed as she leaned against one of the walls.

“What information do you want me to get on Rollins?”

“Whatever you can find.” You’re not taking her from me Rollins, and you’d better be ready when I do come for you. Brick by Brick.

[dokifluffs]

Falling Asleep on Him | Tsukishima, Akaashi, Iwaizumi

Pairings: Tsukishima X Reader (gender neutral), Akaashi X Reader (gender neutral), and Iwaizumi X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: sleepy fluff 🥰 

Author’s Note: time to bring back more group hcs tehe

Falling Asleep on Them | Kenma, Kuroo // Falling Asleep on Them | Oikawa, Atsumu // Falling Asleep on Them | Yamaguchi, Ushijima, Osamu 

Tsukishima: 

The bus swayed ever so slightly on the road as Karasuno returned back home to Miyagi from Tokyo

The dimming sun glistened over the bay as Takeda drove over it

Out of the corner of his eye, with an elbow propped on the window sill, he could see your head bobbing as you struggled to stay awake

He could feel it too with the earbuds the two of you shared

“You know you can sleep, right?” his voice broke the silence and still atmosphere on the bus amongst the snores from the team as they slept after playing two full games back to back,

He peered down to your figure in the seat beside his, seeing you struggle to hard to stay awake for some reason

You wanted so badly to curl up in a ball to conceal yourself from the cold air of the air con

You simply nodded to his words and leaned your head back into your seat, finally giving up trying to fight your need to sleep and let your body relax

It didn’t take long at all with the music playing, the sway of the bus

You melted into sleep, letting your body go, letting your burning eyes rest

Tsukishima kept his own eyes on the horizon, his cheek pressed into his fist resting on the window

His legs were finally able to relax after today’s strenuous day, the games lasting longer than anyone else in the gymnasium could expect

With his eyes finally closing under their own weight, he could remember vividly looking up into the stands, hearing your voice cheering out for him after blocking a ball with Kageyama and Asahi beside him

The block that tipped the game into Karasuno’s favor after what felt like a year long rally

The light in your eyes, excitement bubbling in your voice when he heard you

Even though you were so far away before but you were there

You were here

He could feel his own strength regaining when you threw up a peace sign, a thing the two of you shared-

His eyes opened feeling the sudden bump on his arm, turning to find your head resting on him

He thought nothing of it and let you be, watching you at ease, thinking about how many bus rides and how long it took for you to reach the gymnasium today

But before he could sleep himself, he didn’t miss the goosebumps on your arms, the way your body jolted ever so slightly to the cold air whereas he was unaffected with his club jacket on

He unzipped his bag sitting on his lap and pulled out his beige sweatshirt, draping it over your body without moving too much to bother you

You subconsciously grabbed onto the soft fabric that filled your nose with Tsukishima’s homely smell, making you sigh in your sleep

He felt his ears growing hot, turning his eyes back outside as he slowly returned to his memories that lulled him to sleep for the rest of the bus ride back home

Akaashi: 

Soft rain trickled down the sides of the house as it tapped off the roof, bouncing off the leaves and windows, all surfaces outside

The rainy breeze blew through the screens of the windows that were pulled open, making the sheer white curtains in the bedroom float briskly, the ambiance in the room so peaceful

And the best part was being beside Keiji

His fingers danced with yours as he laid on his back, head propped on his pillows with his glasses on, legs propped up with a book in his other hand

You laid on your back, his body acting as your pillow for you as you held your own book

Your mind let you flit through the flowery fields in a different world on the edge of your comprehension, imagining Keiji beside you, the two of you without any worries in life, nothing being a bother

As you took the words in of the story of the two main characters, you imagined yourself and Keiji as them

He spun you around in the sunny field, pulling your bodies close together so he could dance

Your hand holding the top of your book to your stomach wavered, the book wobbly, your breathing slowing down

He smiled to himself seeing the way your chest was rising and falling slowly, your eyelashes struggling to hold open your eyes

The feeling of taps on your wrist pulled your mind from the world you were in, pulling you bask to reality

“Tired?” He brought your hand to your forehead, rubbing it back so he cleared the hair from your face

“Just dreaming with my eyes open,” you spoke, turning your body to the side to meet his sea green eyes as they looked down to you as you nuzzled your face in his hand, his thumb rubbing your cheek just below your eye

“What about?” You closed your eyes against his touch

“Us,” you kissed his palm

The way you did this so easily always made his heart flutter, bis body welling up with a warmth like no other

“What’re you reading?” You asked, repositioning yourself as you closed your book and set it to the side, laying beside him, your arm and leg draped over his

“I’ll read it to you, hm?” He asked, shifting his head to look at you as you nodded

Keiji’s voice was soft as the words rolled off his tongue, painting vivid images in your mind, yet again bringing you to an entirely new place

He read on, finishing the chapter, smiling to himself already knowing you were fast asleep with the way your body stilled against his

Your breaths slowed and deep, cheek squished into his shoulder

“Cute…” he leaned and pressed a kiss to your forehead before continuing his reading

All the books he could possibly read could bring him thousands of miles away to an entirely different universe but he didn’t need to let his imagination take him anywhere else, keeping him grounded here where he was with you

You were his world and able to take him on an adventure just being with you

Iwaizumi: 

You jumped harshly to the sudden booming sound of an explosion that sounded all around the basement theater of Hajime’s house, sending your heart racing in your chest

His theater was one that was adjusted perfect to his preferences so he could watch all the movies he wanted in the comfort of his home

The two of you were on a mission that started after dinner to kick off the start of summer- a movie marathon of all of Hajime’s favorite movies that you had never seen before, starting with his all time favorite, Godzilla

So far, the two of you were two-thirds of the way through and it was already almost 2am

It wasn’t too long, about an hour after the usual time you slept but you had been all over the city today to run some errands, ending the day with Hajime

You leaned on a pillow rested on his propped up legs on the couch, your jolt going very noticeable by Hajime

“Are you scared?” He laughed, his hand rubbing your thigh

“No,” you smiled tiredly in the dark, leaning your head back to look up to him, the light of the tv illuminating his face. “I’m just tired,” you yawned

“Do you want to go upstairs and sleep then?”

“Mm-mm,” you shook your head. “If you want to finish the movie, then let’s go up after it’s done.” You took his hand in yours and rested it on your chest, your body naturally cuddling it, fingers trailing up and down his forearm, taking in his warmth

“Sleep here, then.” He moved your pillow and lowered his leg slightly, making room for you in his lap

The thunderous booms went off again, making you jump that just made Hajime smile at you as the heroes in the movie continued to fight against the villains

You laid across his lap, laying down at an inclined angle

Your back rested on his thighs, feet still propped up on the couch

His arm became your personal pillow, the other resting on the side over your body, his hand drawing shapes on your back

“I got you,” he smirked to himself peering down to your sleepy self, your breathing already slowed

He turned the volume down a bit for the rest of the movie

Hajime found himself glancing down to you every now and then, readjusting his arm that was your pillow so it wasn’t uncomfortable for you

He shifted his legs, bringing your body even closer to his, not minding the weight or how hot his body was getting with yours on top

You breathed gently, your nose filling with the scent of Hajime holding you lovingly

He savored this feeling, knowing he was going to be going hundreds and thousands of miles away by the time this summer would be ending

He only had this last summer with you, with his friends and he wanted to make all the memories he could before he would be in an entirely different country, halfway across the world from you

“I’ll always got you,” he said these simple words you didn’t even hear but meant it with his soul as he leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, his attention drifting away from the movie and more onto you instead

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

Tags (let me know if you wanna be tagged for all my haikyuu posts): @yams046  @mazey-chan  @sunboikyo00  @kara-grayson04​  @fortheloveofbakugo​ @tsumtsumsemi​ @osamuonigiri @1-800-wholesome @yamagucci​ @realityisoftendisapointing@plantisnotplant @k-eijiakaashi​ @pink-panda-pancakes​ @differentballooncollection​ @osamusamusamu@therainroguefanfiction​ @euphorihan@turquoiselace​ @macaronnv  @oxmaddy​ @mrkoala4prsdnt​ @curiouslilbeast​ @oyasenpai​​ @plantisnotplant

[tartglias]

work of art

characters: xiao + scaramouche + reader (poly)

request: “I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA HAHA JSJFJHJJ SCARAMOUCHE AND XIAO POLY HEADCANONS BUT IT'S THEM REACTING TO THEIR S/O'S WIDE VARIETY OF DRAWINGS--“

notes: ah i finally got an idea to write about this tehe but also I think this is a little bit ooc :( if it is, I apologize!!

☆☆☆

They had no idea you could draw

It's not like you ever mentioned it either, so they genuinely were clueless about who made little portraits of them and stuffed them in a box.

Said box had many other things, like paintings of the three of you or mini comics of situations that happened or could happen at some point.

"Did you draw this?" Scaramouche asked, looking at Xiao while he held a portrait of himself in his hands.

"I assumed it was you. You're the one who looks the most artistic out of us" Xiao said, putting down a painting of himself. "What is that supposed to mean?!" "Your hat is pretty art-" he started saying but stopped once he heard your voice

"What do you have over there, my loves?" you asked, as you closed the door behind you and approached them.

Once you saw the box, your face immediately reddened. That box was supposed to be a secret

"Guess we found our little artist" Scaramouche said in a teasing tone.

"I can explain" you said, trying to hide your face in your hands.

"You're very talented, y/n. Why did you hide this from us?" Xiao asked as he looked at your flustered state. God you looked adorable to him right now

"It's embarrassing. Sometimes one of you leaves for a long while. Sometimes it's worse, and it's the both of you leaving me. And in those times I just miss you so much I tend to distract myself painting. Before I realize, your faces are on my canvas" you said, eyeing at the last painting you did.

The painting was about your last date together, before they both left to do their duties. You somehow managed to convince the two most romantic-less men in all Teyvat to go on a picnic with you. It was a wholesome day, both of them managed to make it in time and even bring some snacks to accompany your food. The painting pictured just that, the three of you sitting down on a yellow blanket with tons of food around you. You even drew Xiao's little smile, and Scaramouche's big hat that you and Xiao loved so much.

Sometimes when you're alone, your mind floats to memories with them. Or future situations the three of you might share soon. And before you know it, the canvas in front of you is already completed.

Although, for some reason, you didn't want them to know. That's why you kept all your art inside a box that was usually really well hidden.

"I'm flattered that I inspire you to this degree, darling" Scaramouche said, tease leaving his tone as he gave you a small genuine smile he only reserved for you and Xiao.

"Me too, although I think I would have appreciated to know about this sooner." Xiao said. "If I knew you missed us so much I would have sped up my work somehow" Scaramouche nodded at this remark.

You nervously bit your lip and sighed. This was exactly why you didn't want them to know.

"Although I appreciate the thought, please refrain. You two have important jobs so me missing you has little significance and I don't want to be an extra weight" you said, holding one hand of both in yours.

"What do you mean by weight?!" Scaramouche exclaimed, suddenly very irritated by your choosing of words. How dare you think of yourself like that? When you're one of the most important things in his life, along with the adeptus standing next to him?

"What I'm trying to say is, although I miss you, I will be fine. There's no need for you to speed your way back here if it's not necessary. I have my memories, imagination and canvases in the mean time" You say, before leaning closer and kissing Scaramouche's cheek, right before doing the same with Xiao.

"I think I can speak for the both of us when I say that we miss you just as much" Xiao pointed out, glancing at the bluenette and smiling slightly.

How in the world did you manage to make these two so soft for you?

Needless to say that you kept painting your lovers, but now, you don't do it in secret anymore.

Sometimes they catch you in the act, admiration evident in their eyes as they watch your focused face while you pushed the brush gently against the white canvas.

Other times, they come with requests. Either they remember specific moments or simply ask if you can paint them.

There are also times in which you spend quality time together drawing each other or attempting.

Whatever the scenario is, you better believe that they are very proud of you and every time they are far away from home, they can't help but feel eager to see what new creations and portraits you made

[manic-pixies-dream-girl]

angelic devil

devil's advocate!james x angel!reader

this isnt really a blurb or fic so idk what to do with it

word count: 0.5k

a/n: sudden inspiration, i dont know how to explain it but this might be the best thing ive written, james isnt explicitly stated so feel free to imagine him as anyone youd like i just personally imagined him when i wrote this

navigation

He notices her from across the room, angelic. She’s clad in a silk dress the milky tones of it shimmering and caressing her skin complimenting everything about her perfectly. He loved the way her hair flowed gently down her shoulders and past falling against her dress. How the eyeliner and mascara she wore were uneven and slightly smudged from the humidity and her naturally shaky hands.

He wanted to delve himself into her and lose himself along the way, he wanted her to be everything that he felt, wanted, needed. He wanted her to be the reason he could breathe, he wanted her to be his oxygen, to never be apart from her.

She’s the forbidden angel and he’s the devil's advocate, a pretentious duo, the pale golden aura, and the death-laden darkness. Glowing halo and devil horns, pastel angel wings that carried her to a better place, a place where she belonged, and dark murky wings that carried him to the depths of darkness. She lit the whole room on fire with her love and he only darkened it, she spread happiness and he spread despair.

He wanted to be like her, he wanted to be so much more, he wanted to have hope again, it’d been too long since he’d hoped for anything. He hoped she would notice him lurking in the corner, he hoped she would talk to him, he hoped she would shine her light onto him and only him for a moment, even just a moment of hope, of happiness, of love. He wanted to be enough for her to stay even though asking for someone to stay is much more difficult than only saying goodbye.

She met his eyes feeling them study her for so long, they were swirling with gold only the angels had in their souls, pure innocence, hearts of gold. His red-brown eyes swirled back at her hoping that she wouldn’t look away. He hoped she could bring him to the light, he didn’t want the darkness anymore, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be with her. He wanted the unforbidden innocence she held, he wanted to be able to hold her without her being burned by his darkness.

It was like she was drawing him in, reaching out and calling, beckoning him to come and be with her. He got his hopes, he reached out, she reached too.

The energy of the touch sent shudders through their spines, the grazing of fingertips, ones so soft they could’ve easily belonged to a child, and the others rough and calloused though utterly inviting. Palms dancing together caressing lightly, testing each other, their eyes trained on the flesh of one another. They held each other's wrists and she looked into his eyes, he looked into her, they waited as if only for the other to break off and pull away, neither did.

He devoured everything about her, the way her skin felt against his, the way her eyes sparkled explicitly like diamonds up close, her soft lips smooth and unchapped, and the freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose. He couldn't see it but his eyes and aura were glowing gold, his wings dampened colors were fading and he hardly noticed, he lost himself in her.

tags: @miss-starkov @beforeoursunsets @weasleys-wizard-wap @lxngbottom @bellatrixscurls @weasleytwinswheezes @evermoreeve @futuremrsmalfoy20 @thatsassyhufflepuff @acosmis-t @astoria-malfcy @samineisntmyname @dahliatopia @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @gwlvr @deadwizarrdsociety @keepawaythenargles @harrysnosebleed @malfoyslovies @siriusblackkinnie @fleursbabe @hellounicorn @inureflower @lily-evans-is-my-mommy-tehe @crystxlss @lavenderbrxwn @nate-isnt-great @i-love-scott-mccall @destourtereaux @themarauders-and-lucienswhore @dracossweetprincess @faeinorbit @ladyvesuvia @mnachopsis @simply-simping @weasleyswizardpleases

[ please let me know if you dont wish to be tagged ]

[someone1348]

Another one *mind blown!*

Haha anyways enough of me being werid here is a small fic because i feel soft today and its been a good day! Let's goooo!

People in this: Ler!Techno and Lee!Tommy

(PLATONIC!!!)

Plot: Baby Tommyint was left alone for Techno to babysit while phil and will went out to the store, what could go wrong

Tw: None this is so soft and adorable i can't

With that being said enjoyyyy :]

___________~☆°♡°☆°♡°☆~______________

Munchkin

It felt like a normal afternoon, wasting the day in his room, punching things, ploting ideas on how to over throw the government. You know the normal Techno things when,

"Tech! Im going out to the grocery store and im taking Will with me! You're in charge of Tommy while we're out! No killing him, hurting him, handing him dangrous objects or burning down the house while we're gone! K'?!"

No! This can't be happening! Technoblade jumped out of his bed rushing down the stairs to confront his dad and slightly younger brother.

"Woahwoahwoahwoah! You can't do this to me! You know how i am with kids! Me and children do not mix! Why can't you take him with you? Or Will stays and watches him while i go with you"

"Sorry Tech my mind is made up, we are leaving, now be nice and no murder got it"

"But-"

"Techhh"

"Ughhhhh fine! Fine! I wont punt the kid"

"Good, let's go will"

"Coming!" Will smirked at techo sticking out his tongue

Techno glared at him before waving the two off turning around to see the younger who had already reached out to touch Techno's long hair before retracting his hand back.

"No touch"

"Lame" the tiny blonde went to his room getting a cheese stick while techno rolled his eyes going to his own room down the hall

'This is going to be a long night'

Its not that Techno hated kids he just didn't know how to take care of them and that didn't sit well with him there was just something about em' he couldn't ever figure it out.

Not even two minutes later a small knock was placed on his door.

He sighed "yesssss"

"You're supposed to take care of me"

"And?" Techno said opening up the door

"And im bored so fix it, play with me!" the young one said staring up at the pink haired male

"Yeah no, fix it yourself bud im not playing with you"

Tommy rolled his eyes going downstairs hoisting himself with all his might onto the big couch rolling over onto one of the cushions just barley making it, catching his breath before turning on the tv to some cartoon he liked.

Tommy groaned annoyed from boredom and a bit sad that his big brother didn't wanna play with him.

Soon enough he began to cry a bit quickly whiping them away, he's a big man afterall he doesn't cry! But he just wants to play with his big brother.

Light footsteps approached the kid

"You cryin'?"

"N-no! I dont cry! Im a big man!"

"Mhm, come here" Techno sat next to the blonde pulling him into a hug

Techno didn't understand what was happening or what he just did but something in him was different, Tommy was family and no way in hell was he gonna let him cry.

He lightly sighed turning off the Tv "What do you wanna play butthead"

"PIRATES!!!"

The pinkette couldn't stop the growing smile on his face and he let this new found playful attitude take over him

'Ah what the hell what did he have to lose'

"Arggggg!" Techno said with his deep/raspy voice "prepare to walk the plank matey!"

"Argg no! Its you who walks the plank!" Tommy stood up pointing a pencil at techo

"Ah ha but that's were you're wrong see i also have defense!" He grabbed another pencil from the nearby coffee table pointing it eraser end at the kid as to not harm him with the sharp side

"Uhh whats the word? I dont know how to say it"

"On gaurd!"

"Yeahh!! Ha!" Baby Tommy said taking a swing at his older brother as the two slapped there pencils together like swords

"Boop! I win!!" Tommy said as he poked the pencil into Techno's chest

"Ahh nooo you got me!" Techno flopped down on his back snatching Tommy up in the process lifting him in the air and back down as he giggled up a storm.

Techno safely put the pencils back, drawing his attention back to his younger brother.

"You know stabbing me was not cool Tommy" Techno joked with the kid as Tommy's smile turned into a frown

"Sorry! I- i didn't-"

"You need to be careful who you mess with Tom's because they might come back to bite you!"

He swiftly picked up the kid again, as he squeaked, digging into his stomach soft enough to not hurt him of course but definitely enough to tickle alot

"EE! NAHAHAHAHA TEHEHEHE" the kid tried to say his name but couldn't which to that Techno smirked and continued his tickle attack.

"This is what happens when you mess with the wrong person kid" He lightly giggled and tickled the boys sides

"Eee! HAHAaha tehehechnoho! Stahahap!"

"Hmmmm nope! Tickletickletickletickle"

He teased the boy switching between his sides and stomach occasionally dipping quickly into his bellybutton to watch him squeak every so often.

"nahahAHAhahAH! tehe-HEHEheHEY!"

"Im gonna getcha'!"

"Nohohoho!"

The older squeezed his knee earning a quick kick before using the end of his long braided pink hair to tickle his neck

"Pfft ehehew get awahahay"

Techno laughed and wiggled the pink hair all over his face to keep him giggling

"Ehehewww it got in my mouth! Haha"

"Thats what you get punk" He ruffled the blonde's hair and sat him up straight.

"You want ice cream?"

The boy's eyes lit up and he nodded rapidly

"Okay okahay let's go" he carried the boy with one hand to the kitchen making a small bowl of ice cream with whipped cream and a cherry.

"Thank you Technooo!"

"Anytime Munchkin, but you can't tell Phil or Will about this Okay?"

The boy nodded shoving a spoonful into his mouth.

As the boy finished techno put the bowl in the sink filling it with water.

The door opened

"We're home!!"

"DAD! WILL!!" the youngest ran out to greet his family hugging their legs tightly

"Welcome back"

"How was it?"

"Really good actually"

"Yeahh!" The kid agreed jumping up and down.

"Good im glad that's great news, maybe i should leave you two alone more often"

"Sounds good to me"

"Im shocked" Will said laughing a bit

"Ha ha you're hilarious" Techno said in his usual sarcastic tone

"Tech Tech can we play again pleaseeeeeee"

"Its getting late we will play tomorrow yeah?"

"Ughhh willlll can we please play piano gameee pleaseee"

"You heard the man it's getting late go to bed Champ"

"Okayyyyy G'night Techno! G'night Dadza! G'night Willl!"

"Goodnight Munchkin'" Techno ruffled the boy's hair before pushing him lightly making him giggle and ran to his room.

"Munchkin?" Phil said smirking

"Oh shut your mouth old man"

"You wanna go tech"

"Uhhhhh ha ha ill be in my room it was nice! Goodnight everyone ha ha ha-ZOOM!" he ran out and nervously laughed as Phil laughed and and smiled

"You'll get him one day dadza"

"Oh i plan on it as soon as the fucker wakes up"

"Hahaha"

"You're not safe either will" he smirked at him as will booked it to his room too

"Hahaha"

Phil smiled and walked to his room leaving on the bathroom light for Tommy.

"Goodnight boys!"

"Night dad!!"

--------------------------------------------------

Please! This was so adorable to make im definitely making a part two! I hope y'all enjoyed :]

[bluefirewrites]

i gotta Juke AU story

————

this is inspired by this one filipino movie i watched “para sa hopeless romantic” but julie and luke go to the same uni and julie writes a random line of lyrics on a schools desk and luke writes the next lines when he’s in his class. the next day julie sees someone finished her lyrics and they end up having a finished song throughout the week. they obviously end up falling in love with each other’s words but one day the desks in that classroom were thrown out so julie and luke try and find the desk and run into each other only for Luke to find out it’s Julie, his crush since the beginning of school, and Julie finds out it’s Luke, they boy who she’s been eyeing ever since she’s first seen him. honestly this is all over the place. this is just another random college au. tehe

I DID NOT KNOW THIS WAS FROM A FILIPINO MOVIE!

I have much more pride in my culture now you have no idea haha! But no really,  Filipino movies can be the cheesiest, silliest, most cliche things I’ve ever seen. And I mean that endearingly. 

So it makes total sense that this super cute trope that I see popping up in different fandoms came from a Filipino movie. 

I think I’ve seen an iteration of this on AO3 and it was super cute! (But I think it was more like leaving a piece of paper on a desk). 

But yes, yes , YES. 

Juke is the perfect ship for this. 

Hmm... I think it would be an interesting take, because my mind went to Luke first, if it was Julie who would start it- yes I agree with you. 

It is canon that Luke helped Julie finish the song that she had been working on with her mom (’Stand Tall’), so might as well run with it. 

Maybe during her quiet year, where she didn’t sing or play piano, she often found herself doodling a lot. She kinda threw herself into drawing. It was her creative outlet that brought her comfort during these rough times. 

She’d have trouble paying attention in class sometimes, and so she would end up doodling. 

Now, I used to have a history class that frowned upon doodling in notebooks. The notebooks would be graded, and if there is a non-history, non-relevant doodle in the margins or anything- you get points docked off. 

So Julie, like me, tried remedying this by doodling on post it notes to avoid getting in trouble. 

But one day, Julie forgets or runs out of post it notes, and she’s only got her history notebook and textbook with her. And since she has no qualms marking up her jeans and shoes, she thought she’d be discrete and doodle on the desks.

Not like anyone would have a problem with that anyway. These desks are old af and scratched up and had doodles on them already. 

She would start drawing her usual stuff- funky creatures, bubble letter-ed profanities, etc. 

But then she starts thinking about her mom, she starts doodling dahlias and even a rose in one corner. Memories start flooding back and she starts absentmindedly writing down a lyric of a song they never finished, just bits of pieces figured out: 

‘Don’t blink...no, I don’t want to miss it’ 

She didn’t think to erase it. Just grabbed her stuff and went to her next class. 

The following day however, she pulls out her post-notes (after getting more) and is about to doodle when she sees a new scribble on the corner of the desk where she wrote her lyrics. 

Squinting, she realizes those are words (geez, the penmanship sucks). But she was able to make it out: 

‘One thing, and it's back to the beginning’

It’s written right under her line. And she reads them together- 

Wow. This sounds... pretty good. 

She quickly jots this mysterious new addition to the song in her post-notes, but not before giving writing another shot and provide another line. Curious, if she would get another response. 

She does. 

And it’s perfect. 

It’s been a year, a year since she felt the urge to write, to think about music- but, when all the lyrics fall into place, Julie is suddenly inspired to continue. 

She spends the entire class thinking about how to reply, how to keep the momentum of this song going. 

When she gets it, she writes it down underneath the new line. And waits. 

And like clockwork, next day she sits down and there’s a new addition. 

First verse done- Julie couldn’t believe it. 

Smiling, she records it all and had to erase everything from before to make more room. 

‘Thanks’ she writes ‘Keep going?’ 

The reply the next day has her grinning from ear to ear: 

‘I’m game :)’

And that’s how it goes: Another day, Another killer line. 

Julie would rush from her next class, confusing Flynn who did not think she would be so excited going to history, smile on her face, anticipating another message from this mystery writing partner. 

Sometimes, she gets too caught up in her head, eagerly thinking up new lines that she often doesn’t watch where she’s going. One time, she pretty much embarrassed herself while bumping into the cute Luke Patterson in her rush to History. 

(She practically fell on him and he tried to talk to her after, but she jumped out of his arms before whatever awkward conversation that was bound to happen if she stayed). 

Julie and her pen pal would keep working on the song, even came up with a system to let each other know if they’ve finished a verse. 

And sometimes it’s not just lyrics. Julie draws her normal doodles next to her lines, and she’s delighted to find even more ridiculous ones waiting for her when she gets back. 

There was one time when she’s had to stifle a laugh because a crude caricature of their History teacher in their corner, yelling out the next lyric: 

‘I'm goin’ out of my mind!’

(Glad to know someone else shares the same sentiments about their strict history teacher.)

They finish her mom’s song and Julie’s glad... grateful even. But she couldn’t help but feel disappointed... assuming it’s over. 

But come Monday the following weekend, her pen pal decided to leave another line- 

‘Running from the past... Tripping on the now’ 

and a new comment: 

‘My turn now?’

A new song, and Julie grins, already coming up with ideas... 

She loves writing again, especially music. Sparked by this exchange, she eases herself back into listening to music again, looking for inspiration to use for the song she and her mysterious partner are working on. 

And writing with this person... is really something else. 

But Julie’s favorite part of the whole experience really is the comments written on the upper corner. Stuff like: 

‘This part is killer!’

‘Mindreader, much? :P’

‘Wrecking ball at it again. So talented :)’

and her favorite:

‘You make me a better writer...’

She ducks down so no one can see her blush as she writes back: 

‘I think we make each other better...’ 

Flynn one day tells her straight up she’s got a crush on her pen pal, to which Julie denies because how could she have a crush on someone she doesn’t even know. 

But as she thinks about it.. she feels like she does. Or at least know enough to establish this sort of connection that feels like they’re in each other’s heads, know how the other person thinks, inspiring the other. 

It was... special. 

Flynn suggests that she needs to figure out who is leaving these notes. But it’s hard seeing as though Julie has the class in an earlier period, a bunch of other classes are held in the same room after she leaves. 

(Flynn tries a sting operation, but ends up getting caught ditching class before she could solve the mystery). 

Julie’s worried though. As much as she wants to figure out who this great pen pal is, she wonders if they would be disappointed to find out they’ve been writing her. And not someone as cool and as pretty as Carrie Wilson or her friend Kayla. It’s hard to live up to those expectations. 

In the end, she wants to know. At least so she could maybe thank them in person, for helping bring music back into her life and for making history class the highlight of her day. 

She decides this right before they break for Thanksgiving. She writes down: 

‘I wanna meet you. Can we talk?’ 

And she’s on pins and needles the entire break, just wondering what her pen pal would say back. ‘Yes’, ‘no?’. 

But what she finds when she comes back from break is so much worse than the fear of rejection. 

They got new desks. 

Their school finally got their shit together and replaced their old, worn down desks. 

‘No, no, no, no, no’. 

That means she’ll never know what her penpal end up replying... 

She runs out of class and finds Flynn, panicked, she tells her what happened. And Flynn does some digging, and she’s able to find out where the janitors dumped the old desks. 

Julie totally underestimates just how desperate she is in finding out the identity of her pen pal because she finds herself sneaking back to school at night with Flynn, seeking out the lot behind school where the dumpsters were piled high with the old desks. 

Flynn, the ride or die she is, armed with a flashlight, starts taking out the desks along with Julie, and there are... a lot of desks. 

They go at it for an hour, and the situation starts to look hopeless, especially when Flynn discovers a whole new set of dumpsters with desks that they haven’t even checked yet. 

They’re about to throw in the towel- 

But then they hear voices. 

Quickly, they hide behind a dumpster right when three guys, with flashlights, come onto the scene. 

“Dude, I can’t believe we’re here at this hour-” 

“Oh my god. There’s like a boatload of stuff here-” 

“Guys. Can you not? And please help me? It’s gotta be here somewhere”. 

They sound... familiar. They were definitely not the custodians. 

Risking it, Julie leaves her hiding spot- 

“Luke?” 

Luke Patterson jumps and whips around to face her, “Julie?” 

Behind him are his bandmates, Alex and Reggie. Everyone looks at each other confused. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks. 

“I...uh, I’m-” Julie stammers, “Well-” 

Flynn cuts in, “She’s looking for something,” 

Luke nods, “Really? So are we.” 

Alex scoffs, “Nope. Just you, dude. But we’re helping.” 

“Maybe we can help you too?” Reggie offers, “What are you looking for?” 

Julie sighs, “... a desk?” 

“Well... you came to the right place...” Luke laughs, shining his flashlight on the dumpsters, “Funny enough that’s what we’re looking for too.” 

“One in particular?” 

Then the guy gets all clammed up, “Uh... yeah. I think... I might have... left something... in it. Something important.” 

“How about we all look together?” suggests Flynn, “Help each other out?” 

And so they exchange the descriptions on the desk, with Julie leaving out the glaring obvious detail of the note. 

They’re surprised to find out that they’re looking for the same kind of desk. The ones they used in a particular building at school, the same one her history class is in. 

So they break off and search. And she ends up in the same dumpster as Luke. 

“So what’s in your desk?” he ends up asking. 

“Huh?” 

“You know... that’s so important that you’re here on a Friday night, digging through a dumpster,” 

“Right... uh,” Julie scrambles for an answer, “There’s something on- I mean, in the desk... that really helped me. I was going through a hard time. Lost my mom last year-” 

Luke stops his search, “Oh, I’m so sorry-” 

“It’s okay. I just...” she sighs, finding another desk that looks like hers but not quite, “I just want to find it...” 

“I get it. Hopefully we can find your desk.” 

“Hopefully we’ll find yours too,” 

After another 20 minutes searching, Julie finds it. At the very bottom of the dumpster. Luke’s face lights up once she brings it out. 

“Oh my god, you found it!” He exclaims, hands gripping the edge to take it off her hands. 

She tugs it back, “Yeah... I found it... my desk,” 

“Your desk? But this is my-” he breaks off, eyes widening, “Wait. Are you...?” 

“Am I what?” 

Luke drops the desk, clears his throat, and starts reciting: 

‘I believe... I believe that we're just one dream...’

Julie gasps, then continues: 

“Away from who we're meant to be...”

Then together: “That we're standing on the edge of...”

“...great.” Luke finishes, in awe, “You! You’re ‘Lyric Girl’!”

“You’re my pen pal?” Julie says in disbelief. 

Luke Patterson has been her pen pal this entire time? The cutie with the cutoffs? It makes total sense. He’s in a rock band and the songs she’s heard from them have amazing lyrics. 

Wait... she has been lowkey crushing on Luke Patterson through his words... 

“Wow, it’s you! Luke... wow...” she honestly has no words. They used to come easy to her when she talks to him via the desk, but now, after finding out that the local heartthrob is her writing partner, she’s super nervous. 

“Look... if you’re disappointed that it’s me... I get it. I’ll give you an out, and you won’t ever have to talk to me again-” 

“Julie-” 

“-like this is weird- this is weird right? But I mean what we had was nice and all-” 

“Julie, can you-?” 

“-we don’t ever have to talk about this if you don’t-” 

“Julie!” He reaches for her hands and intertwines their fingers, shutting her up. 

“Yeah...?” 

He takes a deep breath before saying: “Why would I ever be disappointed that it’s you? I’ve... got like a mad crush on you since freshman year...” 

Julie choked, “Wait, what?” 

“Voice of an angel and wicked beauty to boot? How could I not?” he smiles, “And... finding out that you’re my mystery muse is just... you don’t know how happy that makes me.” 

His smile drops and he’s all the sudden bashful, “Wait... are you disappointed that it’s me?” 

She shakes her head, “No, no! That’s not why! It’s just... you’re this rockstar in the making! I didn’t think- I didn’t think you’d ever pay attention to me.” 

“I do... I do pay attention,” he looks down at their desk, “Well... maybe not enough attention, otherwise we would have met sooner.” 

She laughs, “Totally,” 

They stand there for a while, grinning at each other like idiots. 

“So...” Julie decides to jump the gun, “Do you... maybe wanna grab something to eat?” 

Luke raises an eyebrow, “Are you asking me out, Julie?” 

She blushes, “Maybe,” 

“Interesting,” 

“So what’s your answer?” 

He leans in, “Might wanna look down,” he whispers. 

She does, right on their desk and finally reads the reply she’s spent weeks thinking about. 

‘Tell me where and when...

I’ll be there...’

Needless to say, but that from that day on- they don’t need to use their desk to talk anymore...