#and it's hard to switch to thinking like a painter

[idanit]

a day off at some country estate or other

[matsunoluvr]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ taking a steamy bath with rafayel

warnings: suggestive content, rafayel and my delusions, slight nudity (male), not proof read bc i’m too ashamed of what i wrote

character: rafayel

link to master list here~

author’s notes; written because of rafayel’s misty invitation card.

i don’t write smut because i think i’d pass away from embarrassment but this card? this card almost turned me to the dark side.

more under the cut :3

“Hey cutie, why don’t we wash off together?”

painting and baking are not similar. at all.

one is the creation of visual art and one is the creation of edible art

so i don’t know why you and rafayel are surprised when your cake just, exploded. well not the cake but the icing bag sure did.

rafayel claims it wasn’t his fault, but he tried to pipe the icing without cutting the fucking bag, so he was just squeezing the bag until it popped.

good job.

now you’re both splattered with bits of red icing - and if you squinted hard enough it looked as if you two where the prime suspects of a murder

you don’t even get mad at the now very messy cake - instead opting to laugh at rafayel who is clearly distressed at the icing covering his hands and upper half of his body

“Ugh, is this going to stain my shirt?”

of course, typical rafayel whining.

you notice some icing dripping down his jaw - down his neck - and grin, thinking of a new way to tease the distressed lumerian

so of course, rather than just wiping it off with a tissue, or your thumb, you decide that sticking out your tongue and gently lick his neck.

you lick his neck.

his neck.

rafayel immediately flushes, a delicious look of utter confusion, fluster and shock blend into one as you pull back

oh the emotions on his face are just priceless, or very hot.

depends if you like your men partially dumbfounded and partially (very) attracted simultaneously

“Hey… [YN] what are you doing?”

awwwwhjswhd he’s going to be turning so red, he flushes too easily for his own good

you notice the flush, how it spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, down his neck and chest

silently you wonder if his nipples blush too

keep licking up small bits of the icing on him, caressing your tongue over his collar bones, make sure to suck off every last drop of that icing

the icing is sweet - or is it rafayel?

his breathing gets heavier, and small sighs of content leave his lips every now and then

his face is kind of scrunched into a frown, you’d think he was walking in baked beans with bare feet with how displeasured he looked (specific i know) but really he was just trying not to make more noises

one of his hands are covering his mouth, palm facing outwards, as if he were trying to muffle his own noises

unfortunately that concept doesn’t sit well with you (nor me) - so you decide to get a little more frisky…

as you kiss his neck, pop open the top button of his shirt and part it, dip down and nibble along his collar bone

his hands that were pushing you back are now just holding onto you, his eyes a little dazed, trying to focus on your face - but whenever you look up at him he gets too embarrassed and looks away

kiss, bite, lick at his freckles/beauty marks on his skin and he’ll shudder - trying to prevent any blood travelling south

now he’s letting out more noises, and his grip on you tightens again as he pants

when he finally pulls you up his face is dusted in a beautiful blush, eyebrows furrowed but his pupils are dilated - his chest is exposed showing you that his nipples do in-fact blush - horray!

pushing you back, rafayel takes in your figure, eyes scanning you from bottom to top before they focus on your eyes

“You’ve got icing all over you too… [YN]”

you sometimes forget how strong rafayel is - yet when he scoops you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom you quickly dismiss the idea of a frail, unfit painter

he swiftly switches on the bath before you go back to absolutely ravaging the poor man

i’m talking shirt open, mouth-on-chest, eye rolling goodness

at some point your shirt and trousers were discarded on the floor - and his shirt was flung out the door as you two continue to caress each other

trail your fingers down his abdomen, trace his subtle v-line, tease the skin at the hem of his trousers before you pop open the button and slide them off

his eyes never leave your hands, you notice his breath hitching every time your nails stretch gentle against his skin…

dance your finger-tips around his very obvious ‘problem’ and listen to him whine disappointed as you pull away, opting to wrap your arms around the back of his neck

the bath finally fills and you both tumble into it, the warm water and soap soaking into your under garments

rub soap along his waist and abdomen and he’ll repress a small moan, causing you to comment on how sensitive his skin is

“In the water my senses are heightened, including how you feel against my skin…”

maybe it’s a lumerian thing? or maybe it’s a rafayel thing?

either way it’s enticing how easily he reacts to your ministrations so you’re not complaining

cup his face in your hands and caress his cheek with your thumb, rubbing against his smooth, milky skin and watch a small sigh tremble out of his lips

thumb at his bottom lip, and watch his eyes flutter slightly as he waits for more

slide your hands from his face to his chin and hold it, glide your hand down his neck then chest and watch his breathing visibly quicken with the rise and fall of his chest

“Your way of triggering my senses has only touched the surface…”

this comment makes you want to tease him more, i mean watching him shiver and twitch under your fingertips?

who doesn’t want to see rafayel like that??

so, as any sane person would do, you hook your fingers under his silver necklace and tug him towards you - both your half naked bodies sliding together as he groans at the contact

you lean into his collarbone and suck a hickey into his skin, tongue gliding over the bruise as he audibly gasps at the realisation

his eyes visibly glaze over with lust as you mark him up - his restraint snapping as he pushes himself on top of you

his arms cage you beneath him, and his gaze looks starved, as if just being with you you wasn’t enough he needed you to be his, and his alone

rafayel’s sudden surge of dominance jolts you as he holds your chin to face him

despite his dominance you see his fluster and arousal plastered across his face as he whispers out -

“Your body is warm, I like that.”

- before he finally leans in to kiss you

his lips are soft, a stark contrast to the intensity of which he kisses you

his hands are trailing all over your body, savouring the feel of your plush skin against his palms

you can feel him bite your bottom lip - eliciting a gasp from you as he slides his tongue between your lips

rafayel is lost in you, the taste of you, the feeling of you against him, the sounds you let out, the fragrant smell of the bath soap and the sight of you oh rafayel is absolutely gone

his grip on your waist tightens as he fully immerses himself in you, only thinking of you, only knowing you and what you taste like in that moment.

when you two finally break apart, there’s a small saliva bridge between your spit-soaked lips - and you can see just how flushed rafayel is

red lips, hickey-ed up, and you’re not daft enough not to notice something prodding prominently against your thigh…

“[YN], how about we test my senses a bit more…”

AN; again i wrote half of this last night and half of this when i woke up but when i was writing i had this sharp pang of shame like… this poor poor man doesn’t even know half of the shit i’d like to see him doing and also the fact that my parents migrated to an english-speaking country only for their daughter to use that power to write about a fictional character ANYWAYS I HEART RAFAYEL 🗣️

[titania-sleeps]

i thought it'd be a better idea to explain some of the ideas i put on the poll since there aren't enough words i can fit onto the poll to show nuance and plot, so here's a bit more! here's the poll if you still want to vote, i think i'll keep it up for the rest of the week while i try to draft some of them out a bit more: poll

pls vote :D i do intend to publish all of them eventually but i understand some of them might be a bit lacking :') so it helps to know which one people are most interested in

as a note, i mostly write sub yanderes so they'll all be sub in some way,,, some more than others ofc but they're either switches or subs

male omega yandere x alpha reader (but you're mean to him)

your omega yandere is desperate for you to finally bite him and claim you. the two of you have been fuck buddies for years (mostly so the two of you can get through your ruts and heats). he's annoyed by how good you are at controlling yourself. through all possible means of seduction, he will get you! so please, please bite him and claim him already!

yandere you pick up bc you want to feel better about yourself (savior complex)

your yandere is an F-Rank healer that can only cast Light Heal. he was kicked out of his former party and out of nowhere, you come into his life like a storm and take him into your party. the party consists of just you and him, and he wonders at first why you took him in. he loves you deeply for it but eventually finds out it's just cause you wanted to feel better about yourself as a person by saving him. he still loves you and will try his hardest to get you to love him back!

human yandere x vampire reader (he wants to be your blood bag)

your human yandere has been gifted to you from the Elder Ancestors as a means to satiate your blood hunger pangs. you chose him from the selection of humans on a whim but he believes that he is your destined. he gets jealous if you try other humans' blood; he insists that he was bred and born just to be your blood bag. he really REALLY likes it when you bite hard. he eats fruit just so he tastes sweeter.

pretend bf yandere x sad reader (you're widowed)

your pretend bf yandere is a replacement for your dead husband. he seems similar, but only in appearance. although you love him dearly, you can't see anyone but your husband in him. your yandere tries his hardest for you to see only him, but you are hesitant. please love him for him and only him, he can't bear to be just a replacement for much longer!

lil silly rich yandere x painter reader (he really wants to be your model) your rich yandere is a self-made noble; the so-called nouveau rich in the 18th century. he comes across you one day and he falls in love with your art. you are a painter that goes under the pseudonym of Apollo in fear of those in opposition to you. he purchases all your finest works and is granted an audience with you, and he falls deeply in love with you, the person behind his favorite works. sadly, you spend a lot of time painting the newest actor from a local troupe... he thinks that you should ONLY paint him. after all, he knows you the best, so he would be the perfect model for you!

flea familiar yandere x witch reader (he's a flea but has human form don't worry)

your flea familiar yandere is your familiar summoned on the day that you gain your powers. he was terribly excited for it, especially since he didn't think that he would get summoned so quickly after graduating from his prestigious familiar academy. however, after you summoned him, you couldn't help but express your disappointment that you summoned a... flea. a small, silly flea. he loves you oh so dearly, but why won't you acknowledge him? he tries his best to accompany you on trips and help you during spells, but why do you want another familiar so badly? he loves you, so please only use him and only him!

betrothed yandere x uninterested reader (you hate political marriages !11!!1!)

your betrothed yandere is terribly in love with you. and he has been for years upon years. the two of you were first introduced at the tender age of seven. at that time, you cared not for romance. he, however, grew to love your personality. growing up with you was the greatest blessing to him, but why do you only treat him like a friend? he chases away all your potential suitors, so you should only look at him, right? why don't you love him the most?

house husband yandere x INDEPENDENT STRONG reader

your house husband yandere is frustrated that you seem to lose more and more passion for him every night. the two of you may have only been married for a year, but he's sure that he's done everything right! he cooks you a delicious dinner every night. he prepares your bath diligently. he even offers himself to you every night; you can use him to relieve all of that stress! but why do you seem so focused on your work? you should pay more attention to him, or else he might do something that you won't like...

INADEQUATE house husband yandere x LOVING reader (not like above)

your inadequate house husband yandere is a mess. he's clumsy and really bad at doing chores. he gets too jealous and possessive in front of your friends, because he only wants to keep you to himself. he believes that you hate him and will divorce him soon, but that couldn't be further off from the truth. you love him dearly and you find him so cute. it's okay if he breaks all your dishes, you can just buy new ones! he's your cute little yandere and you would not have it any other way.

soulmate yandere x reader who doesn't believe him at all

your soulmate yandere is a great cosmic being from times of yore, but you clearly don't believe him. instead, you are obsessed with another student from your magic academy. that's so silly of you; you are tied to him and he has been waiting for your existence for eons. just say the word and he can grant you anything. he's willing to give his entire soul and being to you, so you should too right? he can give you immortality and infinite wealth, so please love him and only him. well... you will eventually. it's your preordained fate.

wannabe knight yandere x reader that really wants one (just not him... for now)

your wannabe knight yandere is your childhood friend. at a young age, both you and he would play pretend princess and pretend knight. you were always so insistent on finding your perfect knight; a pretty boy that would carry you away on his golden unicorn or whatever. well, he can be that knight for you. so he spends years of his life training away at becoming a knight while you try to find a way to become a lady. you eventually become a lady of nobility when your father is granted the title of baron from the king for his scientific discoveries. at the same time, he completes his knight training and passes the knight test. surely you'll accept him as your knight, right? if not... he may have to cut every other knight down...

-> masterlist

[owliellder]

The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author's Note: This chapter is a tad shorter, my apologies. I almost didn't finish it cause my meds started to make me feel real gross tonight, but I managed! I am determined and powerful and strong 💪

Cross posted on AO3

Session 4: Adding Details

Ever since the last painting session with Leon a few days ago, he's been a lot more lively. He jokes more, laughs more, and flirts a lot more. Specifically with you.

It's only been a couple hours into the next session and he's already called you 'sweetheart' five times. You counted. Hard not to when the man decides to put on the most seductive tone to say it, honestly.

You've begun to reciprocate Leon's flirting since clearly he's not one to hide what he's after.

"Alright Romeo, I need you to stay still and in position for just a few minutes longer. I don't think you want me to accidentally paint you with those goo-goo eyes." Watching his poorly hidden panic made you giggle, his eyes averting to somewhere to the right. "Actually I need you to keep your eyes up here, not over there."

Leon groaned and rolled his eyes before turning them to look back at the spine of the easel, doing his best to hold a lax expression. "You're making this difficult. You have the picture!" He complained, eyebrows raising as he gestured to the stand sitting next to you.

"Yeah but- sit still- you're making the same goofy look in it like you were before." Once he resumed his position, you walked over to him from the easel to get a closer look at his expression, humming softly all the while. Leon was beginning to sweat, mostly due to having to sit still for as long as he had but now partially from your sudden proximity.

After getting a good look, you walked back over to the easel to continue painting, to which he let out a small sigh. He wanted to get to know you more, he should've tried that before you started the actual painting, but better late than never.

The man kept quite for roughly thirty minutes longer while you added smaller details to his face on the canvas, using probably the thinnest paintbrush he's ever seen.

"Is that thing even adding paint to the portrait? Or are you just pretending to get me to sit here longer?" There was that suggestive tone again, and maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you as they began to strain, but you could've swore he did that cheesy eyebrow wiggle at you.

You shook out your arm to give it a good stretch before placing it back where it was. "It's doing something. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

Leon threw his head back with a laugh at your response, causing you to give him a quick glare before huffing out your annoyance. "Alright, clearly you're growing antsy. Let's take a short break." You stood up from the swivel chair and rolled your shoulders back, cleaning off your paintbrush with the solvent sitting next to you in a small mason jar. You had a couple of the windows open due to the fumes of the paint and solvent, so no worries there.

"Thank god..." Leon stood up with a loud and exaggerated groan. He wasn't young anymore, holding even a relaxed position like that was hard work on the body. "Thought I was gonna lose my legs." The dramatics this man possessed was funny, you had to admit.

"It's not that bad and you know it." You set down the paintbrush and turned around to see him mocking you with his hand. "Do I need to circle back to calling you a toddler? Cause I will."

Leon used the hand he was mocking you with to wipe across his eyebrow before letting his arm fall back to his side. "There's no need for extremes." Your lazy eyebrow raise at his response was all he needed to immediately follow up with "Sorry, ma'am."

It didn't sound genuine, but you'll take it. You nodded before walking over to the bathroom, scrubbing the paint from your hands to the best of your abilities. You had to use dish soap since oil paint was hard to wash off, that oily sheen was a pain in the ass when trying to hold a paintbrush.

The painting was really starting to come along. You worked fast while still remaining diligent. Oil paints were difficult to use, needing extreme patience due to how slowly it dried, how easily it could smear, and how hard it was clean off. No matter how nice you wanted to dress for Leon, you had to wear your painting outfit: A designated cheap and oversized outfit you picked out years ago for the sole purpose of taking a beating. You would wipe off your paintbrushes onto it to avoid having to use a paper towels or a rag each time.

Regardless, you were still as cute as ever to Leon. In fact, seeing you care so much about your work to be covered in paint was only making him fall for you more. Oversized clothes looked real good on you, so good that he'd been busy thinking about how you'd look in his clothes, hence that nearly blissed out expression you had to snap him out of earlier.

You both decided to sit over in the living area, Leon splayed out across the soft rug to give his joints a rest. He'd gotten a good look at how the painting was coming along before assuming his spot on the rug.

It was non-stop compliments from him. You could handle compliments, you've heard so many over the years regarding your art, but Leon's compliments were different. Instead of only complimenting the art, he decided to slip in little comments about you directly along side them.

"I went back to the White House over the weekend to look at the other portraits you'd done..." He started, head resting on his arms as they laid behind his head. "Just to get a feel for how mine would look once it's done."

"Is it living up to the standard so far? There's quite a bit more that needs to get done, and then it has to dry." You looked down at him on the rug, massaging your hand so it didn't cramp up more than it already had. "There's no standard for you to live up to, sweetheart. You could draw a stick figure and I'd be blown away."

You laughed at the suggestion, turning your head to look out one of the large windows to try and hide your smile. Wooing a painter was easy, apparently.

"You're just full of little accolades, aren't you, Mr. Kennedy?" You sighed, resting your chin in your hand as your elbow sat on your thigh.

"I can't help it. Being painted by such a pretty girl brings out the worst in me." Never in all your years of being alive had someone worked so hard to flatter you. Every single comment he made included something that had you flustered and struggling to respond.

Leon sat up on his elbows and looked over at you, that smirk as clear as day. He loved the way you could barely handle yourself at his compliments. "What're you thinkin' 'bout over there, angel?"

You let your hand fall into your lap as you looked back at him, giving his smirk a soft smile in return. "I could ask you the same question, calling me all these nicknames and such." It was only fair of you to ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

A little caught off guard, Leon hummed and pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he thought. What was he doing, exactly?

"Well, whaddya think I'm doing?" Yeah, that was good. Instead of answering himself, he'll just drag it out of you. "Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're flirting with me." Your smile turned a bit more mischievous as you leaned towards him.

"Well, you'd be absolutely right, then." He responded with a chuckle, lowering his volume so he could fall right back into a seductive tone. "I got lucky enough to get my own painting. Even luckier to have you be the one painting me."

You gave him a small "mhm" as you nodded your head slowly, your tongue peaking out to wet your bottom lip as you listened to him talk. It took awhile, but eventually you managed a reply. "So... what exactly are you looking to do with all that sweet talk, hm?"

"Take you out on a date." His response was fast and it caught you off guard. Leon was so forward with what he wanted. When it came to the few people you'd dated in the past, you had to practically drag any sort of info from them. Your silence had brought him to sit all the way up now, body facing you as he sat with his legs crossed. "Is it working at all?"

It took a couple more seconds for you to nod, moving your hand to cover your mouth as you giggled. "Yeah, I think it is. Might need to keep it up just in case, though."

"Bummer, now I get to distract you even more while you paint me?" You stood up and placed your hand flat on his face, gently pushing his head back as you walked past him. "I'll paint on you if you distract me."

The session lasted a total of five hours, pausing for a couple breaks in between. You were now thoroughly painted out; hand cramping, eyes straining, and even with the windows open the smell of the paint and the solvent to clean it off the brushes had given you a slight headache. Leon was definitely tired also, given he actually fell asleep in the chair.

You decided to call it a day at that, patting him on the shoulder to wake him. "Time to get up and take your meds, old man." Leon startled awake, sucking in a harsh breath through his nose as he reoriented himself. When did he fall asleep?

You had already walked into the bathroom to wash your hands off, giving him the opportunity to wake up enough to stand. He yawned, walking over to look at how far along you'd gotten.

The painting immediately pulled him from his sleepy state, eyes widening with shock. You said you still had quite a bit left to do and it looked like this? It was like you'd ripped this straight from the 17th century. Leon was in awe. He looked good in this- no, far better than good. You'd captured his likeness better than the photo.

Seeing the man staring at your painting with his jaw dropped after walking out of the bathroom made you smile. "You like it?" You asked quietly while shaking your hands out as you hadn't dried them off all the way.

"No, I love it. You've got magic in those hands of yours, sweetheart." Leon crossed his arms, walking over to stand right in front of you. You clicked your tongue at him before your hand in front of him dismissively. "I wouldn't say it's magic, just years of drawing and painting endlessly until I got to the spot I wanted to be."

Leon closed his eyes and shook his head playfully, chuckling as he did so. "So humble of you." He followed you back over to the easel, watching you cover up the paints you were using with curious eyes. "About that date..."

You cocked an eyebrow, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you continued to carefully cover your paints. "What about it?"

"Just wondering when and where you'd want to go." The man grinned at you lazily, doing his best to disguise how nervous he actually was. "Hmm.." You glanced over at the wall clock you had sitting far above the light switches next to the entrance door, taking note of how late it was. "I'm pretty tired and I'm sure you are too, but how about we order something to eat here?"

Leon seemed surprised by your suggestion, grin widening as he nodded vigorously. "Plus, I am not going out looking like I just got assaulted with a paintball gun."

The two of you decided on something easy; pizza and soda. Leon opted to wear one of your many aprons to avoid getting any grease on his suit which made for an easy joke about him being a house-husband. Even though it was a technically a first date, both of you felt so comfortable with each other already, like you'd known each other for years. It was strange, but in a good way.

Leon was easy to get along with once he opened up. He really was a charming guy, even managing to get you to laugh with those corny ass dad jokes he loved so much. How such a man had gotten away with being single for so long baffled you.

The same went for you. Leon felt like you being single was just a fluke. There was no way someone as talented and gorgeous as you hadn't been swept off your feet yet. It was selfish of him for thinking it, but fuck was he ecstatic about that.

It was about 11pm when the two of you decided to call it a night, the hours spent bonding over random, seemingly meaningless stuff had really loosened both you and Leon up.

"Am I able to come back tomorrow and see you?" Leon asked in such a soft voice, motorcycle helmet in hand as he the other rested up against the doorway leading out of the building. He felt vulnerable for wanting to see you again like this.

"I won't be here tomorrow, need to give my hands a bit of a break." You giggled quietly, holding your palm out in front of him for emphasis. "But I can give you my address if you want to visit. I don't mind."

Those butterflies in his stomach fluttered at your proposal, barely able to nod after feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket once you texted him your address. He tried to act confident, having gone over every scenario possible in his head, yet you'd gone off script and he wasn't quite sure what to do anymore.

Seeing how flustered he'd become, you waved him closer, smiling as he bent over slightly. Leon thought you were gonna whisper something to him, that thought alone had him blushing, but feeling the gentle press of your lips against his had him struggling to breathe. He barely had a chance to react before you pulled away, his lips parted slightly as he stared at you.

You reached up and gently patted his cheek, running your hand along the stubble that had started to grow back. "Let me know when you wanna come over tomorrow, alright? Give me a little time to get dressed. I've looked ratty enough around you."

Leon wanted to protest that statement, you were far from ratty, but you just shushed his stuttering and nudged him out the door, giggling as he stumbled down the steps. He kept turning his head back to look at you every couple steps, feeling like some lovesick teenage boy who couldn't get his feet to work.

He was a little scared to drive home considering how uncoordinated he felt, but he made it back in one piece. Once sat on his bed, all he could think about was you and that damn painting. Leon didn't know what he was expecting when it came to that, honestly, but you seriously outdid yourself in his eyes.

Then you just had to flirt back with him, agree to a little date, and kiss him? Do you even know how hard it was to hide his boner from you?

He really did feel like a teenage boy, a simple kiss having him harder than a rock. Not to mention the drive home was uncomfortable since he had to position himself just right on the seat or else the constant vibration from his motorcycle would seriously cause him to crash.

Leon was weak. He hadn't felt this way in such a long time, but he guessed the newfound attraction came with the subconscious acceptance of his retirement. It's what made sense in his head.

God did he want you, masturbating in the shower to you wasn't enough, he needed you. All he could think about was your soft hands touching him, his hands all over your body, maybe even those pretty eyes of yours looking into his as he loved on you all night long.

The age gap was a bit of a worry to him in the beginning, mostly being insecure about his own age, but that worry was quickly brushed off when you kissed him tonight. You were a big girl. You knew what you wanted.

Leon felt so lucky that you reciprocated. All he'd felt since his retirement was grief, guilt, and pity for himself. Now you had him feeling like he was on top of the world and he couldn't ask for anything more. This little bit of sweetness in his life was so enticing, and of course he was going to follow it for as long as you'd let him.

[bippiti]

505 cl16

where you reminisce on your first love

wc 3k

an done for my 1.2k event! first fic in the series, lmk if you wanna be tagged and as always pls like + rb<3

(starts in 2014, ends in 2024ish)

i'm going back to 505

you rushed down the road, feet peddling as hard as they could as you biked down the street. your eyes glanced down to your watch, squinting before you read the time. great. you were going to be late.

you thought that was you’re biggest problem, and then a new one came crashing onto you, literally.

while you were busy checking the time, you failed too notice someone else running in your direction. you don't know what had them too preoccupied to notice you- but you could technically say the same thing about yourself so-

you were bought back to the moment by the stinging you started to feel on your knees, you hissed looking down and seeing red. ugh

you began to apologize, looking up and stopping mid sentence.

wow. he was pretty. really pretty

you slapped yourself mentally, wincing while standing up. it was definitely going to scar. you reached your hand down to help the mysterious boy up, who sharply inhaled when your hands met. he had scraped his hands up pretty bad when you guys collided.

"i'm so sorry again"

"you're completely fine, i should've been paying more attention" he said while laughing

he has nice laugh

"anyway, i think i should properly introduce myself, i'm charles le clerc" this time he was the one to extend his hand out

"y/n l/n, nice to meet you" you smiled as you shook hands

then you remembered what had gotten you into this mess. you checked your watch again. you were definitely late now.

"i'm so sorry charles but im running late to a painting class, i really need to go" you picked up your bike, kicking the dust off of it.

"wait i am too, are you going to mme. callarios?"

you looked back at him in shock. "how did you know"

he shook his head, "you're going in the wrong direction, since we're heading the same way mind if i show you?"

you didn't see why not, so he climbed in front of you and began to head towards your class

-

if it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

the bike halted as you reached your destination. building 505. you stared at each other nervously before walking in. the class had started at 1pm, and it was nearing 2 when you arrived. granted, it was a 4 hour class but still.

you cringed internally as you felt all eyes on you when you opened the doors to the class.

"y/n, charles! great to see you. we've split up into partners, so you both will have to work together. decide who will be the painter and who will be the model for the first piece. switch in an hour and a half!" she explained quickly, ushering you both to the only empty table.

you both sat across from each other, and after a small game of rock paper scissors, you were adjusting in your seat getting ready to pose for the next 90 minutes.

-

when you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect?

you didn't know how you managed to keep a straight face, his stares were piercing into what felt like your soul. you knew that he had to be like this, he was painting you after all. but knowing that didn't help. after silently uttering some words of encouragement to yourself, you maintained a straight face.

after what felt like forever, you heard the timer go off, and with one last stroke of the brush charles was up and you were swapping places. you cracked your knuckles before sitting on the stool. this was gonna have to be the best painting you've ever done.

before you knew it you were hearing to now familiar ring as you finished off the details of his eyes. you stood up, backing away from the piece. not too bad you thought.

after everyone had finished, you went to the room across as they all dried. it was acrylic, so it wouldn't take too long. there were snacks and refreshments scattered throughout the space. grabbing a drink and seat, you started to learn more about charles. he had two brothers, one older and younger. his mom still cut his hair, you thought he might be embarrased but he showed it off proudly.

“all these years and she still hasn't given me a bad haircut”

“if my mom could cut hair like yours, i'd be getting it done by her too”

“you should come by her salon sometime, i think she'd like you”

“really?”

“yeah, she's out of town so next month when she's back”

with those plans made, you collectively went back into the painting room. you both swapped paintings and looked at them for a while.

you gauged his reaction, at first his face was blank and you were scared that you had made him look like a troll or something, but slowly a smile creeped up onto his face, he looked up to you.

“it's really good”

you smiled and looked down to yours, he had gotten your likeliness down to a t. he left clear marks and left the strokes visible.

looking up you saw him searching your eyes for a reaction, just like you had.

“you did so good, i love your painting style”

he seemed relieved when you said that, smiling. as everyone around you began to pack up and leave, you both exchanged numbers before grabbing your paintings and going your separate ways.

-

not shy of a spark

you had texted back and forth a lot since then, and soon enough you found yourself at the doorstep of his moms salon. after being welcomed in you sat down and showed her photos of the haircut you wanted. she nodded, and began to wet your hair

“charles talks about you a lot, you know”

“does he really” you said with a laugh

“he does, i think he likes you dear”

that shut you up, she smiled warmly

“at this age, love is everywhere, make sure you grab it while you can”

you left the appointment with amazing hair and a lot of questions, you didn't think he could possibly like you back. but now, who knows

the knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark

-

I'm going back to 505

you walk into the painting studio, excited with the a dragonfruit in your hand. today was still life day, normally you found it boring but mme. callarios had let everyone bring their own fruit.

you spotted charles when you got in, and lifted your dragonfruit for him to see. he put his hand up, showing off the orange he had started to peel. he tore off a piece for you, and offered it once you got closer.

your hand was cramping as your eyes continued to squint at the pink fruit in front of you. you regretted picking dragon fruit barely half an hour in, the seeds and the outer skin were proving difficult to paint accurately, you glanced over to charles, his was coming along nicely. you ended up pushing through the ugly phase and were somewhat proud of the piece. it had definitely been your most challenging one so far

-

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

you were biking to charles' place, over the weeks you had both become closer, and he wanted to cook for you. you were somewhat scared, charles didn't seem like michelin star material, but maybe he'd surprise you.

he did end up surprising you, but not in the way that you thought.

pasta was on the menu for the afternoon, and you sat on the counter as he went around getting all the ingredients ready. basil, pine nuts, garlic, and olive oil were all pushed onto an island before he began on the pasta. getting out the flour and egg, he began to knead the dough together.

he looked nice in moments like this, comfortable. you liked to think that maybe you could see more of him like this, when he's quiet and the silence isn't awkward. existing together in his apartment kitchen. once he was done cutting the dough into pieces, he salted the water and dropped the pasta in. he came over to you and you both began talking.

you ended up getting so immersed in the conversation that the pasta was forgotten- at least until it was too late. you glanced over to the stove, eyes widening as you saw smoke rising from the pan. you both jumped up and yanked it off the gas, bringing it to the sink. what was going to be amazing pasta was now a charred rock. you couldn't help but laugh before getting side eyed by charles.

"i guess we're going to have to order pizza instead"

you ended up binging some random show you found on netflix, and as a souvenir took home the rock of burnt pasta, you named it char, short for charles charcoal

-

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

charles had become a f3 driver now, and hadn't been in monaco for a bit. you watched all his races, and you were the first person he called after his first win in pau-ville. he was excited, and so were you.

you're feelings for him had kept growing, and you couldn't help it, no matter how much you tried. you loved everything about him, his eyes, and how they'd light up when he saw you, his smile, and the dimples that formed when he did. his hair, his voice, just him.

soon enough he was back in monaco and you were excited to see him.

you grabbed coffee and began walking around the streets, stopping at building 505, walking into the currently empty studio. you looked around some of the paintings before sitting on some stools.

you knew him too well now, 3 years of friendship will do that. he was nervous, when he bought his hand up to his face you had saw he had bitten his nails. you didn't bring it up, but before you could say anything he started to speak

"i've been trying to figure out how i should say this for the longest time. i've known for a while now, but it really hit me in pau. i couldn't have don't any of this without you, i don't even think i'd be who i am without you y/n. and now that i'm back i can' t handle not telling you. i like you, i really like you"

you were stunned for a minute, before you kicked back the stool you were sitting in and kissed him. the puzzles had fallen into place, you couldn't believe it.

he deepened the kiss, bringing his hand to your waist as you sat in his lap. your fingers ran through his hair, tugging as you began to roll your hips against his.

you pulled away, panting. smiling at him before you began to kiss him again, his hands roamed down to your shirt, tugging it up as he separated from you again. you raised your arms, and took his off as well. a silent beat skipped between you both and you laughed

"are we really about to do this right now"

"yeah, i think we are"

you pulled him closer to you once again, his tongue slipped int your mouth effortlessly and you almost moaned, god he knew how to make you melt.

soon enough, the rest of your clothes followed suit and you were on the cool tile floor. as his hand started to trace your inner thigh you grabbed his hand. he looked up, somewhat confused but before he could say anything you spoke,

'i've never done this before"

he relaxes almost immediately, and smiles down at you

"neither have i"

you weren't ashamed to admit you were shocked, sopmeone like him.. never? not once?

he could see the gears turning in his head and he spoke up

"there were girls now and then sure, but i always wanted it to be you, it's always been you honestly"

you couldn't see yourself rn, but you were sure you were giving im heart eyes by now.

"it was the same for me too actually" you said sheepishly

"was it really?

"yeah, it was" and with that you bought your hands up to his shoulder, flipping him onto the floor. you kissed him softly, turning his face to kiss along his jaw, his neck, going further down to his chest, then stomach. pausing for permission, after seeing his nod you pulled down, eyes widening as you saw it. well this was gonna be interesting

you left kisses on his tip, working your way down before you took him all in your mouth. he hit the back of your throat and you almost choked, but hearing the moans coming out of his mouth kept you going. you could feel him start to pulse, and before you could do anything else he was bringing you off of him, kissing your lips as he turned you around.

“can’t have you doing all the work can i cher?” he said as he pulled your underwear down, almost moaning when he looked down at you, all of you.

he traced his hands down your sternum, down to your waist and legs. spreading you open he dipped his face down.

you could feel his tongue inside you, pulsing before he started scissoring you open. he was good- too good at this. you don’t know if you could handle it. soon enough, he was back on top of you, kissing you gently as he lined himself up with your entrance.

he cleaned you up afterwards, he was quiet, soft. you could get used to this

-

but I crumble completely when you cry

it had been months since that night, you and charles had been going strong, but after he joined f2, something changed. his eyes no longer lit up when he saw you, he started buying things for you instead of making them. you’d wake up to your phone being full of messages, but none of them from him.

it hurt. he hurt.

it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he called you, asking where you were.

you answered, mme. callarios’ place. he said he was going to be there soon.

you felt your heart drop, wether it was excitement or fear, you couldn’t tell.

you knew the minute he stepped through the door it was going to be bad. you could read him like a book. you composed yourself as he came closer, pressing quick kisses to the others cheeks, you painted a smile on your face and smiled at him.

his eyes were full of emotion, for the first time in months. it’s almost funny, you knew it was coming but the moment the words left his mouth you broke down

“i’ve been seeing someone else”

“i see”

at first it didn’t register, not really. a heartbeat later you felt the tears pricking at your eyes. you turned around trying to excuse yourself, but before you could take another step a sob escaped your lips. you started to cry. you couldn’t shut up, why couldn’t you just shut up? you could feel yourself gasping for breath, all the air in the world wasn’t enough for your lungs right now. you were getting lightheaded, knees turning shaky before ultimately giving up on you. the impact resonated around the empty room.

he stepped forward, kneeling down. his stupid, warm hands brushed up against your face, trying to wipe away your tears.

you couldn’t even push him off of you. you really were pathetic.

you managed to fight your way up, shaking and all but running out the door.

never again, you were never going to love anyone like that again

-

i’m going back to 505

you walked into a crowded room. your latest collection had been getting a lot of coverage in the media, and it was the last day it was up for the public. the pieces would be going to the individual buyers first thing tomorrow.

building 505. it no longer made a bitter taste seep into your mouth. it’s crazy to think a decade ago you were standing here painting him, how time flies.

the first few months were the worst. he was the only thing you could think of, you were a broken record. so naturally, you did the one thing that made you feel close to him again, painting. and it saved you

you could get out every thought you were too afraid to say out loud, every emotion you didn’t want to feel with simple strokes on canvas

you didn’t think anything would come of it, honestly. you were meant to go into investment banking, like your parents. the universe had other plans though

one of mme. callarios’ friends was a museum director, and took a liking to your pieces. he asked you to do some works on commission. word got around fast, and now you’ve made a name for yourself as an artist, in some ways all thanks to charles

charles. now he had his dream job, f1. working with the team he used to tell you about, the team he worshipped.

you were happy for him, sometimes you wonder if he was happy for you. you still think of him when you eat pesto, you still keep char in a jar under your bed, you have all of the paintings you made that summer in a closet collecting dust. there were pieces of yourself that you gave to him that will stay his even though you’re done.

none of that matters now though, you turn to someone who’s called your name and start explaining the piece they’ve asked about

[eldritch-nightmare]

Dom / switch / sub headcanons for all the creeps? (like who’s a Dom, who’s a sub, yada yada)

a/n: i'm honestly not sure if i explained any of these properly because they sorta just make sense in my mind but here u guys go i hope u can see my vision. second time writing nsfw content teehee hope i did a good job <3

dom/sub/switch headcanons.

includes: slenderman, jeff the killer, eyeless jack, laughing jack, jane the killer, nina the killer, the bloody painter, candy pop, the doll maker, jason the toymaker, dr smiley, nurse ann, the puppeteer, clockwork, zalgo, hobo heart, ticci toby, zero, kagekao, nathan the nobody, homicidal liu + sully, and laughing jill.

warnings: minors dni, nsfw discussion, inconsistent word length, mentions of the following: praise, degradation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, overstimulation, dumbification, fingering, very brief mention of a corruption kink in sully's part.

SLENDERMAN is none. it isn't interested in sex whatsoever. the thought never even crosses its mind, and it will turn down any and all advances. it has no desire to partake in sexual acts with anyone.

JEFF THE KILLER is a dom but that's not a surprise. he prefers being the one in control, and will more than likely never be willing to sub during sex. it also feeds his ego a bit, seeing you squirming underneath him, begging him to fuck you until his name is the only thing on your mind. he likes having this type of power over you.

EYELESS JACK is a switch. he doesn't really have a preference. if you want him to dom you, he'll make it to where you can't walk in the morning. if you want him to sub, he'll be a whining, moaning mess underneath you as he comes undone.

LAUGHING JACK is a switch. he has fun doing both! he's always willing to mix it up. whatever you want, he's willing to be. i actually kinda imagine sex with him will be a little difficult?? y'know, pointed nose, long nails that he can't clip. i'm not entirely sure how certain aspects of sex will work with him but... i imagine you guys figure something out.

JANE THE KILLER is a sub. you would think that she would be a dom but hell no she needs to be treated like a princess during sex. definitely a bratty sub for sure. she's the type to say make me when you tell her to behave.

NINA THE KILLER is a switch. she's definitely a softer dom, always so gentle and praising you so sweetly as she cares for your needs. and when she's the sub? then she is the sub. she becomes a whining, needy mess as she begs you to use her, wanting to be good just for you.

THE BLOODY PAINTER is a switch. honestly, i think he's a virgin so in the beginning of your sexual relationship with him, you would definitely have to take the lead more often than not. he comes to learn that he doesn't really care if he's a dom or sub.

CANDY POP is a dom. through and through. he's a hard dom, at that. he'll deny you orgasms and he'll have you fucked stupid before he finally lets you cum. he degrades you as well. look at you, taking his length so well. it's almost like you were made to be fucked like a slut.

THE DOLL MAKER is sex repulsed. for a variety of reasons, vine is repulsed by the mere thought of sex and will vehemently avoid and turn down any advances made toward him.

JASON THE TOYMAKER is a dom. this also probably isn't a shock, given his nature. he definitely leans more towards being a soft dom, but if you want him to degrade you and use you as a toy then all you have to do is ask. he's eager to please you.

DR SMILEY is a dom. i haven't written much about him but he definitely doesn't seem like a sub or switch. i think he enjoys being in control, and he definitely likes having you at his mercy.

NURSE ANN is a dom. you couldn't get her to sub for you even if you tried, i'm sorry. ann is like a fucking animal when it comes to sex man her stamina and endurance are crazy. she'll have you forgetting your own name.

THE PUPPETEER is a non-partaking dom. he doesn't feel sexual attraction but he's not against helping you get off if you beg him to. he directs you on how to please yourself all while praising you for being a good listener. and maybe he'll end up degrading you a bit too, who knows.

CLOCKWORK is a switch that doms more often than not. she rarely ever subs, finding that she derives more pleasure when she's dominating you and making you scream her name. when she does sub, she's a lot more needy than you'd expect. she's a brat too.

ZALGO is a dom. he's also a hard dom, though i don't think that's shocking to anyone. he's the type to praise you while he degrades you. he'll leave marks on your skin as well, and he'll fuck you until you're in tears because you just look so adorable when you cry. he's an aftercare king tho don't worry.

HOBO HEART is a sub. trust me guys he's a desperate and needy sub. he's so so so sensitive and he'll be coming undone even if you don't touch him. he'll be a crying and drooling mess by the time you're done with him, and the praise you give him for being so good just makes him feel so, well, good.

TOBY is a switch. he just wants to please you in any way he can. if that means pinning you down and filling you up until you're both exhausted or letting you use him to satisfy your needs, then so be it. he doesn't really care as long as he gets to please you.

ZERO is a dom. she absolutely lives for the control she has over you in the bedroom. she'll probably manhandle you, to be honest, she loves how easy you fold to her touch alone. she's also the type to praise you while degrading you. and if you're into it, she'll probably choke you.

KAGEKAO is a switch that doms more often than not. sex is really just another way for him to tease and play with you. he likes having you beg for release, and he loves overstimulating you. but sometimes the tables may turn. it'll be rare, but you very well can get kagekao on his knees begging to worship you.

NATHAN THE NOBODY is sex repulsed. it's just not something he's interested in, and the thought alone tends to make him feel nauseous, to be honest. if you want, you can go and fulfill your sexual desires through someone else.

HOMICIDAL LIU is a switch that subs more often than not. and trust me when i say that he will worship you. his only goal is to fulfill your every need in any way that he can. most of the time, it's him begging you to let him fuck you while you tease him. however, sometimes, when he's the dom, he will fuck you so hard that you end up a dazed, babbling mess only able to get out a jumbled mess of please and don't stop. AND HE'S SO SWEET ABOUT IT TOO god he praises you the entire time, acting as if he literally isn't rearranging your insides right now.

SULLY is a switch. sully just goes with the flow, to be honest. he doesn't lean towards being a dom or a sub, he just is. one moment you could be fucking him until the only thing he can think about is you, and then the next he could be fingering you while marking your body up and making you beg for him to fuck you senseless. and honestly, he probably has a corruption kink tbh.

LAUGHING JILL is a sub. she is so desperate and needy, eager to please you and do whatever you want her to do. she'll cry, she'll beg, she'll be a brat, she'll do anything and everything to get you to touch her. she loves it when you praise her. she just wants to be a good girl for you <3

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Spicy ask

Could I get something for puppeteer, Jason and bloody painter with an s/o who's VERY adventurous in bed. And goes from wanting to dominating them to being dominated. Gn is fine!

This got incredibly long, so I hope you enjoy~

Puppeteer:

You definitely throw him off his game at first, that's for sure. Pup is more dominant by nature, although he's willing to submit for the right partner, however... When you first decide to try it out, in the middle of him being the one in charge, and you flip him onto his back, he's wide-eyed and not expecting it at all. Of course, the look of confidence vanishes from your face, and you ask if he's not interested in this, but he's quick to reassure you it's alright and to just give him more warning next time. The more the two of you do things like this, the more Pup gets used to it and gets into it himself. I think there will definitely be times when he actually approaches you first asking to be dominated by you, and times when you do the same for him. The only thing with Pup I'd say is he can't always go back and forth each session. Sometimes he just needs one or the other, and he doesn't always enjoy having both. So long as you're alright with checking in with him and just going with the flow for each session, he's down for it for sure. Pup enjoys both railing you and putting you in your place, and having you ride or rail him and putting him in his place as well. I'm also gonna say Pup definitely has a hidden interest in sex toys, so I would say use that to your advantage when you're the one that's being more dominant for that evening. Find the right rhythm when dominating him, and he'll absolutely turn into a whining, begging mess below you. He doesn't easily admit it out loud, but he loves losing control to you and being submissive for you more than just about anything. 

Jason:

Jason is the most hesitant when it comes to this. Jason likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom, and with the fact that he's generally a little more on the vanilla side, he is not prepared at all for even letting you just be the one in charge. If you want to dominate Jason at all, you are going to have to have multiple sit-down conversations with him and start off very, very slowly. Jason is very scared to give up control and let you take charge, as letting others be in control of him terrifies him, so you're probably going to have to be a soft dom for Jason, and that's his absolute limit, no being rough or hard on him, or he's going to shut down and end up pushing you away. Be gentle with him, kiss down his body, suck on his skin, praise him as you go, start off by touching him gently, and escalate to a firmer, more insistent pace. You'll have him crumbling underneath you, whining and shedding tears as you love his body and pleasure him. Jason comes to love things like that, the two of you pleasuring each other, praising each other's body, and switching between control that way. Get on top of him, comb through his hair, give him the most gentle, loving fuck of his life, and he'll absolutely turn into a puddle underneath you, begging for more, thanking you for loving him and bucking his hips into yours as you remind him who it is he belongs to. He finds that as[ect exhilarating, so as long as you're willing to not cross his limits and have regular check-ins, Jason is fine to have a partner like that. Love him with all you've got, and he'll make sure to return the favor wholeheartedly once the tables are flipped right back around, and he'll turn you into a messy puddle underneath him just as you did to him.

Helen:

I originally said Helen would be the only dominant one when I first made his NSFW headcanons, however, as his character has adapted as I've written him, I think I've changed my stance on this. Once you're fully committed to Helen, and you've been together a while, I think he could be much more willing to submit for his partner, so long as there are absolutely safe words and limits in place, because like Jason, Helen gets a bit scared about giving up control, however, he's willing to allow you to be rougher and go further than Jason would. Let Helen mark you up, get rough with you, force you down and put you in your place, and then flip him over, hold him by his throat, and remind him that he's not the only one that holds power. Helen is a sadist, but he's also got a masochistic side he doesn't often let show through. Tie him down, blindfold him, bite him, spank him, claw him with your nails, do anything you want to him, and give him a mix of degradation and praise, and you'll have an absolute mess underneath you. There are definitely nights where he wants you to be a bit softer, though, where nothing but praise and gentle, teasing touches will have him crying and panting, whimpering and trembling as your touch ghosts over his body. Helen also likes receiving and following commands and being praised for doing so. Lay back and instruct him exactly how to touch you and himself, and he'll eagerly set to work, and the more you praise him, the more excitedly he follows them through. However, don't be surprised when he expects the exact same behavior from you when he's done, as fair is fair after all. 

[xcerizex]

"Charles"

"Yesterday will slowly fade away, so why not smile today one more time?"

I want to say;

"It's okay."

(awakening!Lars, lars x little painter, mild angst, 600+ words)

Lars breathes an internal sigh of relief as the last of the extraterrestrial creatures dissipate into the darkness. There are no more of them to be found, so he switches the mech back into neutral mode and leans back in his chair.

Breathe in, and breathe out.

The battle has taken a toll on his body, and he feels his mind strain against the psychological damage dealt to him.

"Assessing physiological stats, determining countermeasure..."

Her voice chimes through the mech and Lars smiles.

Tilting his head upwards, he sees the endless void of space. The sight of it makes him feel claustrophobic, and reminds him of the time he hid in a closet afraid of the monsters in the night. Back then, he had a toy lion someone gave to him on his birthday for company.

Now, he has an avatar resembling her to accompany him instead.

"Return route has been decided, initiating transportation..."

Lars feels the Paradise system take over his mind, making him feel drowsy. He hates it, but no matter how hard he tries to fight against it, his eyes flutter shut like a butterfly's wings.

"Please rest well, Captain."

The last thing he does is remind himself that person is not her.

Before, Lars would occasionally take her out on spontaneous trips to the beach at midnight. He'd prepare something new everytime; a blanket covered in lions, a portable disco ball, and pink potty for Beanie whenever he tagged along.

He almost lost his eyes for that, but it was worth it.

She would grumble most of the time, complaining while rubbing her eyes sleepily whenever he showed up at her doorstep. But she still went along with whatever he presented to her.

He once convinced her to lie on the sand with him to gaze at the stars, the both of them laughing together as the sand got into their hair. Not giving a damn even as they talked all night till the morning came at dawn.

She always stayed with him no matter what.

"So if she left me, she must have had a good reason right?"

Lars faces the Navigator looking up at him mutely. Even with her monotonous expression, he can still see the pity in her eyes.

...She resembles her too much. He thinks he might go insane.

The Navigator shakes her head.

"I cannot assume the reason for her departure, in case I am wrong. Even with the records I've looked through and the data you've provided me, it is difficult to determine if it was an abduction, or if she left of her own free will."

The both of them sit down on the boat as it flows through the canals on its own. He knows better, he knows that it's all fake and the pufferfish he sees swimming off at the distance could very well just be more extraterrestrials hiding, waiting to tear him apart.

He doesn't mind them for now, and takes his coin out of the lapels of his pocket. If he flips it and gets heads, it's an alien. Tails, it's not an alien. Maybe it could be her.

He flips once, heads.

He flips it twice, heads again.

He flips it for the third time but the boat suddenly jolts to the side out of nowhere and it falls into an odd sort of position. It sticks out between the seams of the wooden boards upright, being neither heads or tails.

"Forgive me Captain, but the return route has been recalculated to ensure your safety."

He doesn't hear the Navigator and stares at the coin stuck in the floor. Sighing, he picks the coin back up.

Lars wonders, today and tomorrow, how many more times must he flip the coin to see her again.

He misses her.

[aishangotome]

Elbert Greetia: Chapter 3

Chapter 2

♡———♡

"The girl who was involved in the incident at the inn has regained consciousness" --

Such good news came in a few days after I went shopping with Elbert and the others.

Kate: It's really, really wonderful...!

Elbert: ...Yes, it is.

We wait in front of the patient's room for the preparations for our meeting with her to be completed.

Today, we are officially "police."

Our goal is to get information about "Bernal Trading Company" from her, the survivor of the inn attack.

(I have to keep my distance so she won't be suspicious of me.)

(But, I'm so happy... it's hard to switch gears.)

As I was struggling to control my emotions, a sudden gust of wind blew through the gap and ruffled my hair.

Elbert: ..............

The small wind also gently ruffles Elbert's golden hair.

His beauty, which was as captivating as ever, seems to be tinged with a deeper sadness than usual.

(Come to think of it, he was talking to the doctor for a little longer than usual earlier...)

(I wonder if he was told something then.)

Elbert: Do you... remember what kind of girl she was?

Kate: I think she was a redhead... with a few freckles, and still a young girl.

Elbert: ...It was nighttime, but you saw her well.

Kate: ...It was an intense scene. Besides...

Kate: ...I regret not being able to save her from that place, and it's burned into my memory.

Elbert: I see...

Elbert: I wonder why sad things are so hard to forget.

For a few seconds, a gentle silence descends, as if sharing the pain in our chests.

Kate: ...That's why I'm so happy today. To know that she's safe.

Elbert: ...........

Elbert: ...........Kate.

Kate: Yes...?

Elbert: You, in the patient's room--

Just as Elbert was about to say something, the door to the patient's room opened.

Nurse: Thank you for waiting. We are ready for your visit.

Kate: Oh, yes! Let's go, Lord Elbert.

Elbert: ......

Elbert: ...Ah.

-

Perhaps out of consideration for us being "police," the nurse showed us to the patient's room and quietly excused herself.

Girl: ...You guys are the police?

Elbert: Yes, we are. ...I'm sorry to come so suddenly.

Girl: Hmm, it's fine.

Lying in the bed was a girl who looked to be in her early teens, with a somewhat feisty air about her.

Daisy, as she called herself, calmly responded to our questioning, as if she had never been hovering between life and death.

Daisy: I knew the owner was dealing with some shady people. He was in debt and started brokering stolen goods.

Daisy: But the owner liked this "painting of the sea" that some famous painter from Russia or somewhere painted.

Daisy: He tried to make it his own, but the shady guys who caught on came to crush him, that's what happened that night.

The owner's body has not been found, apparently.

They seemed to have failed to get the painting out, but... Daisy told us that he probably went into hiding somewhere.

Elbert: May I ask why you were also hurt?

Daisy: I guess we were supposed to be silenced or something. ...Even though there were kids there who didn't know about the painting.

Elbert: ...I see.

My heart aches for Daisy, who answers us logically even though we are making her talk about painful things.

Kate: Thank you for talking to us.

Daisy: It's fine, you don't have to thank me. Is that all? Goodbye.

Daisy lies down on the bed, as if to force an end to the conversation.

--And, with a creak of the springs, something that was by her pillow fluttered down to my feet.

(Oh...!)

Elbert: ...This, handkerchief...?

Elbert picks up the familiar-looking handkerchief.

Daisy: Oh, that. They said it might be mine.

Daisy: It's not, but I couldn't throw it away for some reason. It's kind of like a good luck charm, in a weird way?

Daisy: It seems like they noticed me because this was next to me.

Kate: ...! Is that so...?

(Thank goodness... I'm so glad.)

I want to hug Daisy right now and tell her how happy I am that she's alive.

But I can't, so I just give her a gentle smile.

(It might be a burden on her body... Maybe we should take our leave soon.)

I glance at Elbert next to me--

(...?)

Elbert: .........

His porcelain-like profile looked as if he was crying, for some reason.

Come to think of it, Elbert had been drifting in a melancholy mood like this outside the patient's room as well.

(He was about to say something before we entered the patient's room earlier, too...)

I have a strange feeling of uneasiness.

Elbert: ...How are you feeling?

Daisy: Huh...?

Elbert's voice was cautious and gentle, as if touching a scar.

Daisy: Oh... Oh, haha. What, did you ask the doctor or something?

Daisy: Something about an infection? They said I could die at any moment.

Kate: Huh...!

I can't help but let out a gasp at Daisy's confession.

Daisy: But I don't have any family, and all my colleagues are dead... There's no one to visit me in sorrow.

Kate: ...!

I almost said, "I'll come visit you," but I hurriedly shut my mouth.

(I'm under surveillance. I can't just do as I please.)

(I never knew it would be so frustrating.)

It was as painful as witnessing a horrific scene.

Elbert: ...........

Elbert: ..."You were in poor health and unable to answer our questions properly," so...

Daisy: Huh...?

Elbert: ...Would you mind talking to us again tomorrow?

Kate: ...!

I can't help but look up at Elbert at the unexpected proposal.

(We've heard what we need to hear. I don't think Daisy knows anything more about Bernal Trading Company.)

(Elbert must know that too... and yet...)

Elbert: ...Is that okay?

Daisy: Y-yes, of course...!

Daisy gave us a bright smile for the first time today.

-

Kate: Lord Elbert, is it okay...?

Elbert: ...Hmm, what is...?

Kate: Well, considering Lord Elbert's position... is it okay?

Victor told us that the questioning was only scheduled for today.

If we stay too long, there is a risk that our true identities will be exposed.

(And yet...)

Kate: Why did you say we would go again tomorrow...?

Elbert: ......

Elbert: ...Because being alone when you're sad... is not good.

Kate: ...Lord Elbert...

(I've been thinking this since that night when we couldn't save Daisy.)

(Elbert... is very sensitive to people's sadness and pain.)

And he doesn't soothe them or deny them, he just gently stays by their side.

My heart warmed at the feeling of having touched Elbert's warm side.

Kate: ...Thank you.

Elbert: There is nothing for you to thank me for.

Kate: I feel the same way as Lord Elbert.

Kate: I didn't want to leave Daisy alone.

Elbert: ...I could tell you felt that way in the patient's room as well.

Elbert: You... don't seem to be very good at acting.

A fleeting smile, like a thin cloud, appeared on Elbert's lips.

The depths of my warmed heart ached faintly sweetly.

-

The next day, and the day after that, we lied to Victor and went to visit Daisy.

Daisy: I'm so lucky to have such a pretty boy like you visiting me every day.

Daisy: Well, with a bonus, though.

Elbert: ...A "bonus"?

Kate: I brought some delicious sweets today, but maybe you don't want them from the "bonus"...

Daisy: Whoa, just kidding!

Kate: Hehe, I'm just kidding.

Daisy: Oh, Kate!

We spend time in Daisy's hospital room, exchanging lighthearted banter as usual.

The questioning was only done once, on the first day we met, and from the next day on, we ended up just chatting.

(We're getting off track from the mission, but... as long as it's allowed, I want to fill Daisy's loneliness even a little.)

Daisy: Hey, these biscuits are so good!

Elbert: ...Good. She chose them.

Daisy: Hehe... Thanks, really.

However, Daisy's complexion worsened in inverse proportion to how friendly we became.

Every time I noticed it, my wish for her to live another day grew stronger.

(I want her to smile more. I don't want her to look sad...)

(I'm so frustrated that all I can do is visit her...)

Daisy: ...This might be the first time I've ever had someone care so much about me.

Daisy: Hey, you two, can you listen to my selfish request while you're at it?

Kate: Wh-what? Anything!

Daisy: Next time you visit, bring me a blue poppy. I love them.

(Next time...)

Kate: Yeah, okay. I'll definitely bring you one!

Happy that she has something to look forward to, I nod strongly.

(Poppies are a common flower, I should be able to find one at a florist.)

Daisy: Hehe, "definitely"...

Elbert: .........

-

The evening corridor, usually tinged with the loneliness of not knowing if we'll see each other again tomorrow, seems calmer than usual.

Kate: Lord Elbert, if possible, I'd like to stop by a flower shop somewhere... Is that okay?

Elbert: That's fine, but...

Elbert stops, looking somewhat solemn.

Kate: Is something wrong?

Elbert: Blue poppies... I believe they're a rare variety that blooms in the Himalayas.

Kate: Huh?

(The Himalayas...!? )

-

Alfons: My, my... What a rash promise you've made.

Alfons, who returned to the castle in the early morning and apparently just woke up, leans his cheek on his hand languidly, listening to our story with an amused smile.

Kate: Lord Elbert told me that since you spend all night out in the town in London, Alfons,

Kate: You might know of a shop that sells rare flowers...

Alfons: You shouldn't speak of people as if they're playboys, Elbert.

Elbert: ...? Was I wrong?

Alfons: You were absolutely right. However, even this playboy, who fills his days with the thrill of gossip...

Alfons: ...has never heard of a shop that sells flowers from the Himalayas.

Kate: I see...

(Should I just have her settle for a different color poppy?... But)

(I want to do everything I can so Daisy can keep hoping for tomorrow.)

(Is there another good idea... )

Elbert: Al, can we borrow your ability?

Kate: ...Alfons' ability?

Elbert: If Al touches the nape of your neck and whispers, he can distort the other person's perception for a short time.

(Distort perception...)

Kate: ...So, you mean he could make a different colored poppy look blue?

Alfons: Yes, blue or shocking pink. Think of it like a convenient hallucinogen.

(That would certainly fulfill Daisy's wish.)

(But... I wish I could find her a real one.)

Alfons: While it is tempting to deceive an innocent girl with my abilities and create a temporary salvation...

Alfons: Might there be a blue poppy in Elbert's room?

Kate: Huh?

Alfons: I seem to recall seeing a framed pressed flower before. If my memory serves me correctly.

Alfons: Why don't you search that junk room tomorrow?

(Elbert's room...?)

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Chapter 4

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[torreshalstead]

How hard could it be?

Summary - She was regretting even thinking she could get the room painted and put back together before Jay got home. So much for being an independent woman, she thought as she leant with her back against the bathroom door, taking in the mess in front of her.

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Her hair was sticking to her head, splatters of white gloss paint freckled her cheeks, and she was regretting even thinking she could get the room painted and put back together before Jay got home. So much for being an independent woman, she thought as she leant with her back against the bathroom door, taking in the mess in front of her.

Today had been her compulsory day off - a new initiative that had been implemented in the past few months. Having noticed that the Intelligence team very rarely took any of their paid leave, the powers that be had begun prescribing a fixed day off once a month that unless the team were in the middle of an all hands on deck type case, you were unable to ignore it. When Jay had walked out the door this morning, pressing a kiss to her cheek and throwing her a wink, Hailey had decided she would use her day off to do something productive. The en-suite off their bedroom had needed a fresh lick of paint ever since they had moved in but for various reasons had kept being pushed down to the bottom of their to-do list. But no longer.

She had called into the hardware store and picked up the paint for the walls and also some gloss for the woodwork. Next stop was Target for some new towels because they were adults with good paying jobs and they could afford to have a matching set of towels rather than the mismatched set from when they had combined their apartments and moved in together. With her trunk full of all of the tools of the trade and their new towels, she had picked a deep crimson colour, Hailey headed home with a plan to get it all sorted before Jay got home, or at least a good enough head start.

She had decided against painting the ceiling, that seemed like far too much work for very little gain so she started with the walls. She painstakingly taped up all the electric sockets, the light switch and around the skirting boards with blue painters tape before getting to work cutting in with the light grey matte paint that she had loved upon first glance when she picked it up in the store. At least, she had loved the colour on the side of the tin.

She should have stopped almost immediately but she ignored the feeling in her stomach that the colour on the outside of the tin didn’t quite match the inside. It wasn’t until she took a step back, hands on her hips and surveyed her work that she groaned. The paint had been called coastal grey. Emphasis on the grey.

The edges of her walls were distinctly green.

Green.

Neither she or Jay were particularly colourful people, she knew it had even been a step to get towels that weren’t cream or grey when she had bought the crimson ones. She had had a vision though that with the pale grey walls, the deep towels would compliment them perfectly and she knew that Jay had a framed print of the city that was backed with a similar colour red that she had planned to put up above the towel rail to bring it all together.

Now it was green.

Green and red.

It was like Santa Claus had thrown up in their en-suite.

And she’d already painted too much of the walls to stop now.

She rubbed a hand over her forehead as she rattled through her options; she could continue to paint it green and tell Jay it had been the colour she had aimed for because who didn’t want to look at Christmas everyday. Second option was to stop now and go back to the store and pick a new colour. Or she could just do a single coat, leave it as it was today and then on her next day off, sort it out after another trip to the hardware store.

The last option seemed to be her best one. It would mean that she would have to admit her mistake and face the possible laughter that Jay would try to hide, but it also meant she wouldn’t have to get changed out of her paint covered clothes and go back to the store today. She had wanted it to be a one day project but that idea was already out of the metaphorical window.

So, kicking herself for not getting a paint sample first and actually checking the colour on the wall, Hailey gritted her teeth and got the roller out, rolling the clearly un-grey paint onto the walls.

The more she painted, the greener it looked.

When all the walls were covered in the offending colour, she decided it was time for a lunch break, she had ignored the grumblings from her stomach for long enough. Shutting the door onto the bathroom and padding across to the kitchen in her socks, it was only when she had closed the fridge retrieving the ingredients to make a quick sandwich she noticed the paint splotches across the floor.

Squeezing her eyes shut and praying that it wasn’t what she thought was happening, she opened them again as she looked down at her feet.

‘Fuck,’ she muttered, the green paint obviously staining her right sock that had left footprints from the bedroom into the kitchen.

She didn’t know who she had pissed off today but clearly she had done something that warranted this level of punishment. She grabbed off her sock, throwing the paint covered material into the sink where it landed with a dull thud. It had even soaked through and her foot bore evidence of the paint crime. She quickly grabbed a dish cloth and wiped her foot clean, she then got to work scrubbing the marks on the floor and silently thanked herself for noticing them now whilst the paint was still wet and could easily be wiped off.

Not trusting herself to not end up with a arse shaped paint mark on the couch considering her luck today, Hailey scoffed down her sandwich whilst standing over the sink. Not the most relaxing of lunch breaks but it was food for energy not for the delight of having a ham and mustard sandwich on wheat bread, not the most interesting of lunch options on any given day.

Leaving her paint covered sock in the sink, I’ll deal with it later, she thought, she made her way back to the bathroom and got stuck into dealing with the woodwork.

The guy at the hardware store had recommended a solvent based paint because apparently it dried quicker but the smell of it as soon as she opened the tin made her wish she had picked the water based option and just dealt with the fact it took over 24 hours to dry. She quickly pulled out one of the disposable face masks left over from Covid from their bathroom cabinet and tugged it on over her mouth and nose. It didn’t completely block out the smell but it helped enough that her eyes weren’t watering anymore.

It was painstakingly slow work, using a small brush to go over all of the skirting boards, desperately trying not to get it on either the floor or on the freshly painted walls. She may hate the green but if it ended up with messy white edges, it was going to look even worse. It didn’t help that because the bathroom was small, she ended up twisted into awkward pretzel-like positions trying to reach the areas she needed to paint.

And some people said painting was relaxing, Hailey mocked at the thought.

She didn’t know how long she spent sitting, lying or kneeling on the bathroom floor trying to get everything as neat as she could. She had wanted to paint the door as well but that idea was looking less and less appealing as the hours ticked by.

She let her head thud against the door, as she leant back on it, making a mental note to never try and paint a room in one day but herself again. She may be a lot of things, but a decorator was clearly not one of them.

The walls were streaky, the paint very clearly needing at least two coats to provide a thick enough coverage. The colour was even worse now it was dried. That wasn’t really fair, it was a nice colour, a pale green with just a tinge of grey but it was so far removed from what Hailey had been hoping for she struggled not to laugh.

No matter how hard she had tried to keep the woodwork neat, the paint had gotten everywhere. Not only was she covered in it but she had ended up with it on the shower mat, small splotches on the wall - it looked like a child had done it. And truthfully she thought Makayla probably could have done a better job.

She had decided not to take the towel rail off the wall thinking it would be easy to just paint around it, that had proved to be another error of judgement and the chrome towel rail was now dotted with the greeny grey paint.

Hailey was so busy noticing all of the issues with the freshly painted room that she didn’t hear the front door open and close. It was only when a familiar voice called out from the kitchen she realised she had been in the small room all afternoon.

‘Hails, do I want to know why there’s a paint covered sock in the sink?’ Jay said, and Hailey could hear the smirk on his lips even if she couldn’t see it.

‘If I said it wasn’t mine, would you believe me?’ She called back with a groan.

‘Can I come in?’ Jay asked softly from the other side of the door.

‘If you promise not to laugh?’ She shifted so her back was now against the shower screen and he could tug the door open.

‘Why would I laugh?’ He asked curiously, opening the door slowly.

Hailey saw his eyes widen as he took in the room that was no longer a creamish white like it had been when he had left that morning and his wife that was sitting on the floor covered in enough paint to be in an art gallery.

‘Don’t say it,’ she muttered, her eyes closing again. She knew she had made a mess of it, wasted her day off in the process and now she would need to spend even more time fixing it.

‘Say what?’ He asked. ‘I like it.’

‘You like it?’ She asked, opening her eyes if only to frown at him. ‘I’m a big girl Jay, you don’t have to lie to me.’

‘I’m not lying Hails,’ he said, ‘I really like it, I think we need a second coat to really make the colour smooth out but I can help with that at the weekend.’

Hailey sat there in shock. She had really expected him to laugh at the mess she had found herself in, but here he was, saying that he liked it without even a hint of mockery to his tone.

‘This doesn’t really explain the sock,’ he said after a moment, grinning as he reached down a hand to pull her to her feet.

‘I may have stepped paint through the apartment when I went to make lunch,’ she admitted with a small blush, as his hands came to rest on her waist.

‘Ahh,’ Jay nodded. ‘Well, I personally think the one sock thing is a look,’ he grinned as he reached down to press a soft kiss to her lips. ‘And the paint on the face,’ he kissed her again, ‘really sexy.’

Hailey smacked him playfully on the chest but let him pull her closer into him as he covered her paint covered face in kisses, his lips telling her all the places she had managed to get paint.

‘So you don’t hate the green?’ She asked, pulling back to look up at him.

‘Why would I hate the green?’ He asked, genuine curiosity pulling on his cheeks.

‘Because it was meant to be grey,’ she admitted.

‘Oh,’ his mouth formed a small o. ‘Well it’s definitely not grey.’

‘No shit,’ Hailey chuckled. ‘And I got red towels so it’s going to look a bit like Christmas in here.’

‘Good thing I love Christmas then,’ Jay said quickly, smiling from ear to ear.

‘So you don’t want to paint it another colour?’ Hailey asked.

‘Do you?’

‘I guess it’s growing on me,’ she shrugged.

‘And here I was thinking you were trying to match my eyes,’ he chuckled warmly. ‘Well your hair is definitely a shade of green now too,’ Jay’s fingers played with the pieces of her hair that had fallen out of her messy bun.

Hailey groaned, letting her head thud against his chest. ‘Turns out decorating is not my forte.’

‘We can’t all be talented at everything Hails,’ Jay’s arms slide around her back, keeping her close to him.

‘I’m going to get paint on you,’ Hailey murmured into his shirt but made no move to pull herself out of his arms, it was one of her favourite places, the safety of his arms wrapped around her, his heart beating in time with her own.

‘Then we can save water and shower together later to get it all off,’ he dropped a kiss to her head and she felt his chest rubble with a small laugh.

‘That’s the best idea you’ve had since you walked in the door,’ she said, letting her hands reach around his back to slide up under his henley and run across his bare skin.

‘Should we order dinner first?’ He suggested but Hailey shook her head as she let her fingers trace a familiar path around his front to undo his belt buckle.

‘Shower and you first, dinner can wait,’ she looked up at him through her lashes.

‘Excellent idea,’ he whispered, sealing his lips to hers and starting to tug her shirt up over her head and letting it drop into a paint covered pile on the floor by their feet.

Maybe her day off wouldn’t be such a bust after all, Hailey thought as she pulled Jay into the shower with her, turning on the water and ridding themselves of their clothes just as quickly. And they were conserving water too.

[awmancreeper]

⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆ 1 - Friends? They disappoint me

--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.

Masterlist / next

!!Written parts!!

After arriving at school, Soobin scanned the lecture hall for his friends but soon realized he’d somehow arrived earlier than the two. Taking a seat Soobin’s eyes drift towards the large window, observing the blue sky as he recollected the conversation he’d had with his childhood friend.

He’s always been alone, ever since he was a kid Soobin was outcasted for his hobby. Scared of being bullied Soobin stuck to himself but Yeonjun always seemed to stick by Soobin. Although Yeonjun was the polar opposite of Soobin being a social butterfly and all, he still made an effort to make sure Soobin never felt alone.

Even so… now looking at the uni students around him as they chatted amongst their friends, Soobin felt lonely.

Maybe Yeonjun was right, Soobin can’t always expect Junnie to be there when Yeonjun has his own life. Maybe it was time to expand his tiny friend group.

Yet again friends don’t fall from the sky

“BEOMGYU!” A female voice broke through Soobin’s train of thought as he turned his head to see a girl stumbling towards him.

Losing her footing, she fell back hurdling towards the hard desk. “Y/n!” Another female voice yelled

Face scrunched up preparing for impact, Soobin was fast enough to place his hand on the edge of the desk preventing the girl from slamming her head against the table.

With a grunt, Soobin felt the pain of his hand being brutally sandwiched between a desk edge and a skull. “Oh my god Y/n! Are you okay?” A bunny-like girl quickly picked up her friend.

“Yeah I’m good” Soobin’s eyes followed as the girl turned around. Her e/c eye darts towards his now red hand to Soobin’s face “Quick thinking dude!! Thanks!” You said smiling at the dumbfounded man “I-I-I”

“Yeah seriously” an Aussie accent spoke

“Soobin right?” Another voice tuned in, Soobin looked and it was one of Yeonjun’s friends Taehyun… in fact, they all are Yeonjun’s friends well more like in the same social class

There was Taehyun, the super smart but actually cool guy

Beomgyu, a class clown type

Jake, the frat boy

Minji, the girl everyone guy wants to date

And the leader; Y/n, the golden girl. Between her look and personality there was nothing not to love.

“Soobin huh?” You spoke kindly as Soobin stared up at you speechless “well um…”

“My hero,” placing a hand on your hip your laugh but quickly stop spotting the redness building up on Soobin’s hand “Woah you took quite a hit!” Taking his hand into yours

“Duh with your hard head I’m surprised his hand isn’t broken” Beomgyu added earning a glare from you and smack on the head from Taehyun.

Switching your attention back to the flustered man who was checking out your shirt wondering if it’s supposed to be that revealing. Your soft smaller hands held his large hand ever so gently afraid of it being injured “does it hurt?” You asked

“N-No, not really” Soobin spoke eyes shifting between your doll like eyes and plush chest. Not really aware of this man checking out the color of your bra hardcore you send him a smile and gently dropped his hand “Thanks again Soobin,”

“That could’ve been really bad” you said laughing making his heart pick up ever so slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay Y/n?” Jake asked following the group of friends to their unassigned ‘assigned’ seats. “Yeah but I’m surprised Gyu actually tried to kill me” you responded joining them

“I said I was sorry!” Beomgyu whined

Soobin looked at his hand as it slightly throbbed in pain only to envision your smile. His eyes dart up seeing your smile as you chatted with your friends.

Flabbergasted at what just happened replayed the scene over and over again in his head trying to comprehend it.

Yet at the end he only came up with one observation, THE Y/n spoke to him

The beautiful, charismatic y/n spoke to awkward ole Soobin

And also your skirt was really short evidently with your white panties showing peak out as you lean over to talk to Taehyun.

Taglist: @suzirumas @txtbrainrot @skzeyeu OPEN (ask or comment to be added)

[waywardtigersandwich]

What are your favorite things about Josh??? Movies, facts or anything like that???

Wow! Hmmm

1)He is mysterious or rather he's one celeb that I get to sleuth on.

2) He is sort of awkward and dorky, which is something I find adorable. I can tell he tries really hard to stay up with current trends on the outside of himself. Like what he wears in public but he likes to deck out his own house in this time period the he admires (the 60s). I get it lol . Every era, I noticed he was wearing the most "in" attire but his demeanor said something else.

I dress like a hippie Bohemian hobo on the outside but my room is like a forest fairy theme.

3) I love the way he walks. There's something signature about it that I've noticed. He does this hop thing in the back of his heels or toes depending on his mood. A bouncy thing that I've noticed. It makes the back of his hair move, which then causes him to push his hair back lmfao. It reminds me that Josh still has something youthful in him.

4) I like his flaws. They make him less perfect...I know that sounds fucked. Lol The things I've learned about him. We share similar neuropathy things and childhoods as well. When I learned about his struggles with ego, substances and from my own opinion, sex addiction, is really fun in a way.

5) His music taste and his background in art. We are both painters (I'm more of a sculpter) and we both have instrumentalist backgrounds.

6) I love how charitable Josh is. He is a true humanitarian in ways that I DO look up to.

7) sometimes I do dislike him or get kinda "rawr" about him when I feel like he's bullshitting, but I like it lol. I like to bust his balls and yeah I know he doesn't know me but it's fun.

8) Following point 7, I love to gossip about him lol. Others don't because they're a bit fragile about it but I love to talk about him .

9)I love his brown, orange toned aura. It's very arousing.

10) I love his hair and eyes. That mole on his neck. His eyes are like these watery little abyss gaps you dive into .

11) His gap. Another imperfection that I love about him.

12) sometimes I do feel like he's for me. Lmfao but then I'm like...get back to reality.

13) Favorite movies are "O" , Mozart and the Whale, Wicker Park. I LOVE AUGUST!

I don't care much for 40 days and 40 nights but I love the optics in them. I loved him in penny dreadful and I think he was doing great in paradise lost.

I think Ida Red was a good "meaty" movie.

14) I don't think he's the best actor in the world but love that he keeps trying. I think his acting was rather distracting in Trap for many scenes. I don't think awkward killer suits him but more of someone who knows what they're doing and not really hiding it for other reasons.

15) Following 14, I guess it's fair since he originally wanted to be a painter but knew it wasn't going to be a solid career goal. So he switched to acting. I love that he still stayed in the artistic field because it gives me encouragement to still go for things that I want to do.

16) I love his Minnesotan boy appeal.

17) I do feel like If I met him, I would barely look at him lol

18) I love hearing about people seeing him frat boy drunk in NYC. And all of the dick reports lol. Fun.

19) and knowing that he was once possessive and clingy as a bf was interesting to know.

[kenmacel]

AYAKA'S DREAM POKÉMON TEAM UNDER THE CUT. I made this in Showdown under VGC 24 Reg G rules but this is just as a hypothetical for Ayaka in the Pokémon universe. There isn't Mega Evolution in Gen IX but if I were in Kalos or any place I could get a Mega Stone then my Gardevoir would be holding Gardevoirite. I just love Mega Gardy :>

Sargent (Smeargle) (M) @ Focus Sash Ability: Own Tempo Level: 50 Shiny: Yes Tera Type: Ghost EVs: 252 HP / 4 Def / 252 Spe Jolly Nature

Fake Out

Spore

Quiver Dance

Baton Pass

I saw this EVIL Smeargle set with Quiver Dance, Bulk Up, and Baton Pass, so I decided to draw inspiration from that. Fake out is there in case of doubles, but Pokémon battles in-universe are usually singles. I'd switch Fake Out for Dragon Dance in that case, but I'm attached to Fake Out since it's such a nice utility move. Quiver Dance in particular since I have two special sweepers. Tera Ghost gives it immunity to Fake Out. I named him Sargent after my favorite painter, although I suppose Monet would be prettier as a name. Shiny because it's pink!

Aubrey (Tinkaton) @ Leftovers Ability: Own Tempo Level: 50 Tera Type: Fairy EVs: 252 Atk / 4 Def / 252 Spe Jolly Nature

Swords Dance

Gigaton Hammer

Play Rough

Metronome

Tinkaton has really good utility moves like Fake Out and Thunder Wave, but I decided to skip out on those since in-universe I'm likely not going to be battling doubles. Swords Dance for setup, Gigaton Hammer + Play Rough for STAB damage, and Metronome because it's silly. Tera Fairy (like my old url..!) to boost Play Rough and get rid of Steel's weaknesses. I'd also have a shiny since it's lesbian flag-colored, but I don't know the probability of having three shinies on a team RIP. In a perfect world I'd have a Shiny Tinkaton. It was hard to name her since my in-game Tinkaton is named Ayaka after myself. I was about to name her Winkipinki after the Sanrio character, since it's fitting sonically, but decided against it in favor of another name. I settled on Aubrey after the Omori character because we're also one and the same, so in a sense I'm still naming her after me—just in a more roundabout way.

Juna (Gardevoir) (F) @ Pixie Plate Ability: Telepathy Level: 50 Tera Type: Fire EVs: 252 SpA / 4 SpD / 252 Spe Modest Nature IVs: 0 Atk

Moonblast

Shadow Ball

Calm Mind

Psychic

Special sweeper Gardevoir. Nothing special. Gardy actually gets good healing moves, but considering the fact that I'm likely not battling doubles, those moves become less effective as I lose the ability to heal multiple 'mons with one move. Calm Mind because I like setup. Moonblast and Psychic for STAB damage, and Shadow Ball for coverage. Tera Fire because it's the best Tera type for Gardevoir. Named Juna after the Clairo song. It fits very prettily.

Piano (Primarina) (F) @ Throat Spray Ability: Liquid Voice Level: 50 Shiny: Yes Tera Type: Water EVs: 252 HP / 4 Def / 252 SpA Modest Nature IVs: 0 Atk

Hyper Voice

Shadow Ball

Dazzling Gleam

Ice Beam

SHE'S A STAR!!!!!!!! I simply LOVE the combination of Liquid Voice, Throat Spray, and Hyper Voice. For those who don't know, Liquid Voice is Primarina's hidden ability, and it changes all sound-based moves to Water-type. Thus Hyper Voice, when used by Primarinas with this ability, becomes Water-type! And there's this thing called Same-type Attack Bonus (shortened to STAB) that boosts the power of moves with the same type as the Pokémon using them. Thus Primarina gets STAB from Hyper Voice. And the Throat Spray item gives the Pokémon holding it a special attack boost after using a sound-based move, so it's perfect for a 'mon like Primarina! DGleam for STAB and spread damage (although I don't mind dropping it for Moonblast), and Shadow Ball and Ice Beam for coverage. Pri gets Calm Mind, but I think Throat Spray is enough setup to enable it, and I can always Baton Pass with Smeargle after setting up a few Quiver Dances. Tera Water boosts Hyper Voice's damage to absurd levels. Named Piano because I didn't want to be basic and name her Ariel. I think it's a sweet name, and I was inspired by the clothing brand Mezzo piano. Shiny because she's pinker!

Serena (Sylveon) (F) @ Light Clay Ability: Pixilate Level: 50 Tera Type: Fire EVs: 252 HP / 252 SpA / 4 SpD Modest Nature IVs: 0 Atk

Light Screen

Reflect

Hyper Voice

Shadow Ball / Baton Pass

I love Sylveon as a screens-setter. Light Clay for making the most of screens, Hyper Voice because with Pixilate it's better spread damage than DGleam, and Shadow Ball for coverage. I'm pretty sure Sylveon also gets Baton Pass which could go pretty evilly with my Smeargle. Smeargle sets up with Quiver Dance then Baton Passes to Sylveon, who sets up screens and makes the team bulkier, and then Baton Passes to Primarina, who's now fit to just set up with one Hyper Voice and then sweep on her own. Evil !!!!!!! I love it. Tera Fire to boost its defenses and eliminate its weakness to Steel. I named her Serena as homage to my favorite Pokémon girl...♡

Ambrose (Arcanine) (M) @ Safety Goggles Ability: Intimidate Level: 50 Tera Type: Water EVs: 252 Atk / 4 SpD / 252 Spe Jolly Nature

Wild Charge

Flare Blitz

Will-O-Wisp

Extreme Speed

Standard Arcanine set. I wanted an Arcanine on my team because Intimidate is precious and I needed to round out my team type-wise because it is so weak to Steel. And I would love having a big fire doggy...so cute. Flare Blitz for STAB, Extreme Speed for speed control, Will-O-Wisp for utility, and Wild Charge for coverage. Tera Water to remove its weaknesses against Ground, Rock, and Water. Named Ambrose because it's pretty and is sonically somewhat similar to the word ember.

[luimagines]

Felt like sending in a lil story about Painter!Reader and Time it’s just a bunch of fluff :)

The air filled with a cold feeling as winter clouds covers the blue sky, You sat outside unbothered from the cold trying to paint your dog. You mastered painting such as animals, landscapes, clouds, buildings, etc. but as much as you loved drawing people you still tried to master painting people, you never understood why it was hard for you, it frustrates you.

“Okay pup, sit still…” You add the final details to your dog painting, a smile emerged proud of the painting you had made. You were also happy you didn’t have to worry about your dog getting cold, he had a thick coat of fur.

You stood up from your stool letting the oil painting sit there for hours…days who knows when it’ll dry! Guiding the dog into the house you had, you went to go wash the paint of your clothes and skin. After washing your clothes and yourself, You heard a knock on the door downstairs.

You huffed in annoyance you wanted to take nap. You walked downstairs and came to the door. “Who is it?” you say in annoyance.

A chuckle was heard from the other side of the door. “It’s me, Link.” your eyes widened immediately.

Switching to Links Pov, He heard lots of shuffles and clanging from the other side of the door and eventually it slowly opened. He blinked.

“What do you want?” You were flustered, it annoyed you even more that he came here unexpectedly, uninvited, not even letting you know, your house and you yourself wasn’t prepared obviously. Your head poked out the door.

“I wanted to visit, I saw your painting out there..” A small silence emerged as he spoke. “..You mind letting me in ___?” He spoke, raising an eyebrow at you.

You sigh. “Okay, Fine, come in but don’t be surprised when it’s messy in here.” A red shade spreads across your face, you were embarrassed that he had to see your house in the state, it wasn’t bad, but it was still somewhat messy.

He walked in with a smile on his face. You spoke first. “So I thought you had like a bunch of gremlins with you Link?” you closed the door behind you walking up to him.

“Yeah but I left them in the village near here to visit you.” Time furrowed his eyebrows.

You paused. “Why..would you do that?” you tilt your head looking at him confused.

“Cause they have nothing to worry about.” Time shrugged. “So the painting out there?” Time questioned once again looking at you with stoic resting face.

“Oh..that? y-yeah I just wanted to paint something today.” you smile softly, you had to admit, you had a little small tiny winy crush on him, which is why you were a little awkward with him and you were annoyed he had to come see you when your house was not at its prime in the moment.

“Seriously? you got room for one more painting?” Time looked at you in awe.

“Uhm..yeah? I guess so, yeah sure.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion.

Time smiled “Could you paint me ___?” He said in pleading tone. You eyes widened slightly. “Wait really?” you tilt your head slightly.

“Yup. Me. Paint me.” Time closed his eyes, pointing at himself.

“Oh o-Alright.” You calmly say. A few minutes later you had gathered another set of art supplies, Time sat on a stool looking into space with whatever he was thinking about, you started to paint.

Now, Link was hard person to paint. His features were so unique and beautiful to you, but it was hard for no reason, 2 hours into the painting you had gotten down his face and hair…now you had to paint body, this was going to be long.

3 hours later you had FINALLY finished painting Time, One good thing but scary part about painting him, is that he. stood. still. staring into space, didn’t even say a word! You called out his name.

“Uhh Link I’m done! I think…” you whispered those last few words, you glanced up at him, no response. You scrunch up your face slightly and walked over to him. Nudging him softly.

He blinked and looked up at you “Huh? Oh is it done?” He asked you. Right. you forgot, sometimes when he stares for too long he’ll fall asleep with his eyes opened, you liked that he had so many weird habits or talents or whatever that was.

“Yeah it’s done Link.” You smile brightly at him walking over to the painting with him.

“Ta-da!” you gesture your hands to the painting, it was….interesting looking, his eyes looking bigger than his head, hands looking smaller than the arms, it was…an interesting painting. You awkwardly smiled and laughed lightly.

Time definitely did tried to his shocked face. But you’re observant, you noticed. “You don’t like it?” you say in suspicion, you narrow your eyes at him.

“N-No I like it ___, it’s just..” Time was cut off.

“Ugly? Weird-Looking? listen you know I’m not a professional at painting people I-“ You were embarrassed, you wouldn’t have been and joked around if you didn’t have this small crush on him.

“No ___ I love it. I wanna keep it actually .” Time smiled cheekily. You paused.

“Really?” you side glance him.

“Yes really.” He side glanced you.

“Oh.” You say slowly. “Well it’s an oil painting so it might be awhile till you can get it since it needs to dry you know?” you chuckled softly.

“That’s fine with me ___.” He says calmly. Then he did the unexpected, He grabbed your chin and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

Your eyes widen a little and you cupped your cheek and a blush appeared across your face, you look at him shocked and flustered.

“I can entrust you with the painting ___. I know you can keep it safe.” He says with a smile on his face. He pats your back softly. You on the other hand, were too shocked to even comprehend what he had said.

“W-Wait I, uh what, I’m-“ Time cut you off.

“Anyway bye ___, I’ll be telling those gremlins about you when I get back. When the painting drys let me know, and I’ll come back with them so you can meet them and they’ll see your pretty face.” He said way too smoothly, smiled, winked, and eventually left you standing there with a complete red face with your hand still on your cheek.

“No way that happened..it had to be a dream…” you said to yourself quietly. You paused and smiled. “Yes yes yes! that was real!” You said when you realized, you were excited and funny thing is, Time hasn’t left yet and had heard you little celebration. He chuckled. “___….is so silly.” He got on Epona and left.

You cannot tell me Time doesn’t have the weirdest habits he gained from his journey ! anywayyy hope you liked this little fluff. :)

Oh that's cute.

And Time fell asleep with his eyes open!!!! My guy!!! Where'd you learn how to do that?! o.o

I'm no painter- but I feel the inability to do people. XD

I can do landscapes, plants and animals- but people?- usually faces. I am god awful at faces ^.^*

I like to think I've been getting a little better with the raffles I do for the blog- but I still don't quite like how they turn out more than half the time. I do not blame reader one bit.

This was absolutely lovely. Thank you so much for sending this in!! <3

[guiltswept]

( willa fitzgerald. cis woman. she/her. ) - let me introduce you to a member of the eversley family, imogen eversley is the eldest daughter. they are thirty-two and are known as the magnet to the family because they are effervescent, capricious, and prodigal. when you get to know them, you think about a swan drowned in its own pond and its sprawled, feathered halo floating in the dirtied water; leaning precariously against a balcony banister as a lover takes delight, numb to the ongoings of the party below. but they’re still an eversley, nonetheless. this character is penned by: (james. 25. est. they/them).

content warning for... teenage pregnancy, adoption mentions, and implied domestic abuse ( nondescript ).

profile.

full name — imogen thomasin radcliffe eversley.

nickname(s) — gen, ginny ( family only ).

place of birth — hampshire, england, united kingdom.

date of birth & age — february 24th, 1992. thirty2.

gender / pronouns — cis woman, she/her.

sexuality — bisexual.

occupation — fashion designer; failed. violinist; failed. painter; failed. art connoisseur. socialite. world traveler. philanthropist. winery board member.

astrology — pisces sun / scorpio moon / cancer rising.

labels — the magnet ( others considered: the robin / the thespian / the philanthropist / the fervor / the hedonist / the illustrious ).

residence — eversley estate ( previous residence: radcliffe manor, yorkshire ).

traits — worldly, vindictive, sanctimonious, resplendent, prodigal, wanton, blasé, sumptuous, capricious, grandiose, indulgent, inconsiderate, self - serving, condescending, effervescent

interests — non - profits; and smiling for the cameras. silks, furs, pearls. cashmere. parties; dancing - switching from partner to partner. partaking in a fifteen - step selfcare routine every morning and a twenty - step selfcare routine every evening. red lipstick. cigarettes, cigars; the occasional vape and the occasional joint. the occasional bump. sweet red wines. the summertime the french countryside. idle gossip; innocent flirtation. sharing a bed. hoarding her wealth. club music. the occasional argument. breaking things; particularly glass.

aversions — cheap fabric and fast fashion. american beer. others being privy to her outbursts. losing; admitting defeat. others disagreeing with her. things outside of her control. losing her voice. being an embarrassment; being caught off - guard. sparkling juices ( go big or go home? ). the texture of velvet. the concept of golf. being perceived in a way she wouldn't like to be. grocery shopping. bicycles. when produce is older than a few days ( it's not fresh if it wasn't picked that morning ). poor weather.

most played — a mistake by fiona apple.

notable features — meticulously curled blonde hair, purposefully disheveled with each manicured finger that runs through it; bright green eyes that spark arguments whenever they're referenced as hazel, like - get a grip.

general disposition — a practiced litheness to every movement; a head held high, and sanguinity that nearly feels forced.

character study — daisy buchanan ( the great gatsby ) & marie antoinette ( marie antoinette ) & holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany's ) & emma woodhouse ( emma ).

background & events.

being the second born means being the second best; and imogen eversley would spend the entirety of her childhood overcompensating for it. if the eldest were anything like their father, then imogen was like their mother. or - she tried to emulate the matriarch, to the very best of her ability. elegance, grace; a certain poise that she couldn't imitate, no matter how hard she tried.

it had always been clear to imogen that she'd never be their parents' favorite; god knows the competition was stiff. she tried anyways; picked up hobby after hobby, only to be met with a natural mediocrity that even the finest tutors couldn't teach out of her. she met each failure with anger, with frustration; with tears and screams, echoed throughout her childhood bedroom, void of comfort. never publicly - never in front of her family. her own private tantrums; all for herself.

however splintered, shattered her own ego may be - imogen always graced the corridors of their home with a practiced smile; practiced grace, practiced elegance, a practiced caricature of ignes. never her own person - just mimicking those she wanted to be.

the only time she felt - herself, truly and wholly, was in her teenaged years - with the son of one of their estates' staff. their secret meetings became the only thing imogen truly looked forward to; the only place where she could be stripped of her façade, where she wasn't an eversley, but just imogen. and then she fell pregnant.

teen pregnancy; the first person she told was her aunt cressida; more alike than imogen would've cared to admit - partial shame in the fact, partial fear that it only affirmed that she'd never be like their mother. aunt cressida brought comfort; brought everything she knew not to expect once her parents found out about her pregnancy.

adoption mention; she was right, of course. as soon as the news was broken to them ( rumors floating the corridors, whispers among the staff, the averted gaze from who she supposed would be her child's paternal grandparent ) - imogen was whisked away. gone for a year, without a single trace. a special abroad program, her parents would tell their friends, their family; her own siblings. the year stretched like a decade; lasted like a second - both forever, and instant. a blur. naturally, she didn't keep the child; its adoption had been set up the moment she left the estate.

imogen returned to eversley estate a year later, and nothing has ever been the same since. a tighter leash, and a gaze in her parents' eyes that only affirmed her worst fears. she was a disappointment; and once that opinion was held - it would never change. she leapt at the chance to go to university far away; an actual abroad program that would take her out from the estate, that would lessen the grip around her throat.

the degree is useless; something art or philosophy related, pretentious, and incredibly imogen. she spends her time in different european cities, writing essays on philosophers she doesn't care about - on art she doesn't understand; drinking into the early hours of the morning, arguing beliefs she doesn't hold while being peppered in drunken kisses from people she's met the same day. when she graduates university - not much changes.

years pass - and imogen's rarely been back to the estate. sometimes for the holidays, but sometimes it's a postcard from whichever island she's decided to spend christmas at. she's been around the globe at least three times; sometimes she stays in a country for months at a time, sometimes days. everything is up to her own whim - and she still chases the euphoric high her first love gave her. technically, henry radcliffe is her twenty eighth love, but numbers are arbitrary.

they marry almost as soon as they meet, their relationship only months in, but his family's of wealth almost equal to her own, and of course it must be fate that they, two wealthy brits, meet in bora bora of all places ( fork found in kitchen ). it's an extravagant wedding, held on the radcliffe property ( maybe it's the hurt in imogen's heart, but she refuses to have it at the vineyard ) and an attraction for both family and friends to gawk at.

implied domestic abuse; the first year is dreamy; or maybe imogen's head is just in the clouds - but it plummets quick. it becomes increasingly apparent that henry is not the man imogen thought he was. that his honeyed words were just that - honeyed. sweet enough to soften... everything. she knows she has to get out - that whatever their marriage became wasn't love, not anymore. she knows - she has to contact charles. she has to contact her father.

and charles eversley handles it. what he does, or rather, who does it for him - imogen doesn't know. all she knows is that henry's on an indefinite work trip, and that she's packing her bags and moving back into her childhood bedroom for the time being. part of her is - surprised at the swiftness. that she'd been helped at all. part of her is waiting for the catch. there's always a catch, isn't there?

introspection & details.

in childhood, imogen was an overbearing, wannabe overachiever who just managed to achieve. she's always felt like a part of hector's shadow, lurking only a few paces behind him. her ego's always been incredibly fragile; and it doesn't take much for her to break.

is prone to fits, or outbursts - or breakdowns; whichever takes fancy. it's when she becomes - so overwhelmed by the stress and weight of - everything, that she just completely shuts down. often resorts to violence - has broken many of her own possessions in her childhood. she's always hidden her outbursts - and has gotten better at managing them. for the most part.

in fact, she hides all of the... unsavory parts of her well. her demeanor is always languid, lithe - relaxed and unconcerned with the estates' happenings. on the inside, she's biting her nails until blood draws.

she loves to host parties; loves to mingle with others, loves the attention - loves to chat, especially when it's meaningless. especially when she can talk about herself. has hosted many charity galas, mostly for that purpose. and for the orphans! always for the orphans!

she's extremely socially unaware; most worldly topics escape her, despite her numerous travels. she can get away with it for the most part. it also doesn't help that she's - patronizing at best, thinking she's above most because of the money she's raised and donated for charity ( even if some of them are just fronts ).

imogen doesn't know how much bananas cost at the grocery store. or most produce for that matter. maybe the most likely out of her siblings to just throw a wad of money at something and assume it's exactly paid for.

unironically downloads and pays for those video skit apps that always have ads on tiktok like "i'm the fated luna to my professor, the alpha king!". unironically enjoys them. is also prone to terrible, terrible romance books. the littler the plot, and the greater the smut - the better. hasn't read nonfiction since university.

many were surprised when imogen first married ( though, naturally she's now - separated? divorced? widowed? ) because of her... habit of acquiring multiple lovers at a time. she's never been a long - term person, not since her first love. even now, back at the estate - imogen may or may not be involved with a few family friends... or staff. they always say old habits die hard.

extremely charismatic when she wants to be; has a deep, inner need to be loved and admired. hates being alone for too long - has a tendency to drink by herself, which either causes havoc or causes her to spiral.

selfish and narcissistic; will always think about herself first ( besides her family... sometimes ) and is a strong believer of selfcare days ( where she does nothing but lounge by the pool ). she's terrified of getting older - of looking old; is terrified of the day where she becomes undesirable, and therefore truly worth nothing.

[protags-fic-blog]

hi!! omg I love how you write for the amnesia boys, fan content is so scarce. I was wondering if you had any hcs on what each of their “ideal type” or “ideal s/o” would be? aside from mc

this is such a brain rot topic for me, and I’m so happy I’ve got a request!! i've got a bit of second/third person switching but we are rolling with it bc I’m too sick to think hard about it

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Amnesia Memories - Ideal S/O

Shin

such a sucker for childhood friends. chance raises by a lot if you're friends already

definitely likes people who don't judge, especially because of what happened with his dad and such

could go for either sensitive or rebellious people

enjoys being able to protect you every so often, but also wants someone who can hold their ground

probably in to ride or die type people, but he doesn't want them to change their entire philosophy based on what he wants

Toma

level headed people are people he naturally gravitates to because of his irrational side

loves being a protector, even for the smallest things. it's not that he would want someone weak, just that he wants someone who understands that he wants to keep you safe

likes people who take academics decently serious, or someone who likes to learn

the person he loves is his best friend. you guys do everything together, even if it's not an official date.

Kent

he's a little dogmatic, so he would probably like pragmatic people like ikki who see the world in a lens different than him.

he thinks book smarts are very cool but street smarts ultimately win him over (think taking the shortest route on a map vs taking all the hidden side roads to avoid traffic)

likes independent people. he can take care of himself, but when someone he likes can take care of themselves *well*, that makes a big difference

for him, opposites attract is actually true!! probably had a big mental crisis because it is shown that similarities are part of the basis of attraction, and you respond that the world works in mysterious ways

Ikki

'my hot witch wife' 'me doing whatever she wants'

loves people who set him straight. he wants someone who isn't a doormat

all of the guys love people who don't change to get them to like them, but ikki in particular loves it. he's not against change, but after seeing so many women change entire personalities to date him, he thinks that being stalwart and having a concrete identity is so hot of you

probably likes introverts too. to me, ikki seems like an introvert, so someone who enjoys a night in would be really nice. (i can explain more if y'all don't see ikki as an introvert)

Ukyo

loves quiet people. not people who don't speak, or can't speak their mind, but people who can enjoy silence

probably is drawn to other artists (writers, sketchers, painters, sculptors, etc) or people who can appreciate beauty

already a very worldly person, so he wants someone with similar life experience. doesn't mean they need to be world travelers, but people who have experienced and enjoyed other cultures, or someone who won't shy away from trying new things

if you're a fan of his and aren't shy about talking about his photography, he's head over heels. especially if you know what you're talking about