#babe made a friend with a painter

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JJH fic recs

other fic rec posts : 1.(active post) 2.

been getting a little hard trying to find long fics to read these days but here are some that i complied in the last month or so :)

(🫀) -personal faves

all these years @domjaehyun

WC: 34.1k

fluff, smut, angst; childhood friends-to-lovers!au, college!au, neighbors!au

Just friends @lonelyharmonies

WC: 22k

Strangers-to-friends- to-lovers!au , college au

what happens when you wake up in someone else’s bed after getting drunk in a party?

(🫀) Only @ppangjae

WC: 21.6k

almost!lovers au

You like to believe crossing paths with Jaehyun after graduation is just pure coincidence. He always comes and goes. But what if he decides to stay? To stick around? To give what was an ‘almost’ a chance?

Romeo roulette @wincore

WC:21.1k

soulmate au, office au, fake dating

if finding your soulmate is the same as a damn game of Russian roulette, you are determined to not pull the trigger at all. except, you know who your soulmate is and he doesn’t—and given a choice to pretend, you find that jaehyun is the lesser of the two burdens to bear.

he fell first and he fell harder @taurusdaylight

WC: 18.7k

Basketball captain!jaehyun, childhood-friends-to-lovers

jeong jaehyun really loves basketball. but also, he’s terribly in love with his childhood best friend of seventeen years, you.

(🫀) all i wanted @yutaholic

WC: 17k

heartbreakers, smut

A year has passed since you last saw your best friend, Jaehyun, but the man who returns is not the boy you once knew and loved. Jaehyun will barely speak to you and you don’t know why, but you both may be exactly what the other needs to mend your broken hearts.

(🫀)The Apple of My Eye @sehunniepotwrites

WC: 17k

school! au , teacher!au , Kindergarten teacher!jaehyun

As a young and handsome kindergarten teacher of two years, Jeong Jaehyun was used to receiving presents during Teacher’s Appreciation Week. This, however, was the first year Jaehyun wanted to give a present of appreciation to someone else—his new and ever-so-lovable teacher’s assistant.

(🫀)song for a little sparrow @ppangjae

WC:13.7k

poet!jaehyun x painter!reader , strangers-to-lovers

As a burnt out painter, you packed one suitcase and flew a one-way trip to Paris in hopes of finding your passion again. In the city of love, the last thing you expected was to bump into a man who doesn’t believe in love. But you do, and you find yourself showing him the wonders of love and falling in love. Just don’t fall in love with him.

I like me better (when i’m with you) @tyonfs

WC:11.8k

friends to enemies to lovers, sports au , smut

there was no one else on the planet that made your blood boil like jeong jaehyun did. you never thought your feelings toward him were anything past pure hatred, but when you were lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands on your body, you couldn’t help but think that maybe a part of you didn’t completely hate his guts. 

Someone to Bring Home @rouiyan

WC: 10.2k

Med student!jaehyun, College au, Brothers best friend , home for thanksgiving

synopsis — “if you’ve been waiting for fallin’ in love, babe, you don’t have to wait on me.” (sanctuary - joji)

Boyfriend material @mochidoie

WC: 6.2k

fake dating au, strangers-to-lovers , slight angst

Although you and Jaehyun had never spoken a word to each other before this class project, he asks you to be in a fake relationship in order to prove to his longtime crush that he is boyfriend material.

Back up Valentine @tyonfs

WC: 2.9k

Spiderman!jaehyun

you don’t have any unrealistic expectations for valentine’s day considering your love life has never flourished, but the least your best friend could’ve done was not summon an intergalactic army of an alien species during your first blind date ever.

SERIES

S.C.S; ayakashi @starlightkun

WC:66.2k

heavily based off yet another otome game, ayakashi: romance reborn ; bc of this, all the lore used in here is inspired by/based on/taken from the lore of the game, not the actual lore of traditional ayakashi/yokai stories

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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 4/? (read part 3 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. pure angst lmao, charles is an idiot with a capital I, swearing, basically everyone hates charles, the leclercs (minus charles) and joris being iconic + your unnamed bestie, i used pictures from france 2022 so sorry about that 🫠

pairings. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. alex is in one of the pictures as a face claim for a different character but absolutely no hate is intended to her at all !! sorry for the angst in this one 😭 but i promise it won’t stay like that for much longer! <33

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y/nsart experimenting with new textures and media! super happy with the outcome 🖤

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yourfriend incredible 😍

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username oh fuck.

username now i really want to know what charles did

username so i’m not the only one getting REALLY sad vibes off these paintings??

username nope 😃

username will any of these be going for sale? 👀

y/nsart i don’t think so unfortunately! i’m just painting for me at the moment :)

username @charles_leclerc what the fuck did you do?

username what happened to y/n’s light tones and summer landscapes? ☹️

username charles happened apparently

username pascale normally comments on y/n’s art posts…is this confirmation? 🥲

username babes you’re reaching

username or at least i hope you are

username the charles thing aside, these are so beautiful!

username no charles like either 😭😭

username it’s the beginning of the end girls :’(

arthur_leclerc amazing as always 🖤

*y/nsart liked this comment

username at least arthur’s still here !!

username wrong leclerc. no offence arthur

arthur_leclerc none taken, i fully agree ���

username WHAT

username ok so we’ve got no pascale or charles…but there’s still some leclerc presence 🤔

username i’ll be honest i’ve got no idea what’s going on

username same bestie !!

username i mean it’s got to be all connected. charles’ dnf in zandvoort and how sad he looked all weekend (he didn’t even post after!!) and now this?? something weird is going on

username i just want charlesy/n back 🥲

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f1wags Charles Leclerc arrived in the Monza paddock today with Italian model Bianca Santoro. Sources suggest they looked pretty cosy 👀

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username it’s over for us charlesy/n nation 🥲

username i’m literally sobbing

username YOU’RE JOKING

username this can’t be happening.

username it’s only been three weeks and he’s already forgotten about y/n??

username you say that like they ever actually dated 🙄

username no they didn’t, but they’ve been best friends since they were literal toddlers! that’s not something you just get over in a few weeks imo

username my heart is breaking wtf

username @charles_leclerc WHAT ABOUT Y/N???

username oh my god for the last time, THEY NEVER DATED !! 🙄🙄

username i seriously believed charles was in love with y/n 💔💔

username why does this feel like a betrayal 😭

username i feel so bad for y/n 🥲

username yikes

username guys this girl might actually be nice! don’t be so quick to judge just because you all want charles and y/n together 😁

username we never said she isn’t.

username but they were my endgame 😭😭

username the only positive out of this is that we’re about to be fed with the most beautiful, haunting, gut-wrenchingly tragic paintings OF ALL TIME

username y/n’s rep era (painter edition) loading…

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y/nsart the heart was made to be broken

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username oh.

username not the oscar wilde quote 💔

username i was not mentally prepared for this

username i don’t think any of us were babe 🥲

username i’m never going to forgive charles for this

username why am i feeling this so deeply 😭

leclerc_pascale ❤️

username i can just imagine what pascale’s going to say to charles after this lmao

username she’s gonna tear him apart 😭

arthur_leclerc stop this now i will cry.

username arthur 😭😭

username phahah he’s one of us

username @arthur_leclerc same bestie

username as sad as this is i wish i had an outlet for my emotions like this…i feel like it would be so liberating

*y/nsart liked this comment

username this is exactly what heartbreak feels like. i’m not ok.

username charles is now enemy number 1 after making my girl y/n feel like this

username i was going to say i hope he dnfs but he’s already cursed enough it’ll probably happen anyway

username HAHAHA SO TRUE 😭

username someone said y/n’s rep era would be the only positive out of the charles-bianca thing BUT THIS IS PAINFUL. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP I WANT HAPPY Y/N BACK.

username oh god the first and last slides 💔💔💔

username she’s not even denying it anymore…

username i’m going to pray every day from now that charles comes to his senses and tells her how he feels 🙏🙏

username can i join you

username and me

username our delusional asses need to stick together rn 😔🙏

username on a slightly less sad note THE AMOUNT OF LIKES THIS HAS GOT OMG.

username as it should! y/n’s talent needs to be more widely recognised 😌

username @charles_leclerc you’re breaking all our hearts here

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formula1updates Charles Leclerc after his DNF in Monza 💔

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username karma.

username honestly it serves him right

username we manifesting it guys !!

username i want to be sad because that’s his championship hopes completely out of the window but he genuinely deserves it after the way he’s treated y/n…

username you mess with y/n you mess WITH GOD BITCH

username lmao it’s so funny that he brings his little girlfriend with him and then crashes out 3 laps in 😭

username he KNOWS he deserves it as well

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yourfriend

yourusername toujours mon amour 🩷 arthur_leclerc take care of her please ↳ yourfriend what do you think i’m doing? 🙄 joris_trouche can’t believe i wasn’t invited 😔 ↳ yourfriend do you understand the meaning of a ‘girl’s trip’? charles_leclerc please can you ask her to answer my texts? ↳ yourfriend why should i? you’ve already hurt her enough.

three weeks later…

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yourusername healing 🌊🤍🌙

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yourfriend la plus belle fille 💕/ the most beautiful girl

yourusername je t’aime <3

leclerc_pascale Reviens vite à la maison, mon ange 🤍 / come home soon, angel

yourusername tu me manques, maman 🥹

username the strongest person i know 🩵

*yourusername liked this comment

arthur_leclerc i never thought i’d say these words but i miss you ☹️

yourusername awww arth 🥹🥹 i miss you too x

joris_trouche still sad i wasn’t invited on the girl’s trip :’((

yourfriend tais toi, stupide 🙄 / shut up, stupid

yourusername 😭😭

joris_trouche rude 🙁

username guys are we all seeing the same thing right now or am i hallucinating 😳

username charles liked??

username OMG IM NOT HALLUCINATING

username CODE RED 🚨🚨🚨‼️‼️‼️ CHARLES LIKED EVERYBODY STAY CALM

username not charles trying to crawl his way back bitch please 😭

username @/yourusername tell him to go fuck himself x

username HAHSHAH STOP

username nah i’m calling it he’s definitely been lurking around her and y/f/n’s stories for weeks trying to figure out how to win her back 🤞🤞🤞

username girl you’re delulu if you think y/n’s gonna take him back that easily 🙄

username y’all just ignoring the fact that he still has a whole ass girlfriend 😭😭

username let me be delulu in peace please and thanks. 😐

username this is the mediterranean girl summer i want 😍

username how to be y/n y/l/n

username babe this isn’t google

username this bianca girl has NOTHING on y/n

username fr she’s literally a goddess 😫

username if charles doesn’t want her i’ll gladly take her 🤭

username two pretty best friends 🤩

username the growth 🤍 @/yourusername i’m manifesting love and happiness for you girl !! no one deserves it more 😘

yourusername thank you my love 🥹🥹

username charles get tf out of here 😂

username lmaooo he’s ruining the hot girl summer vibe

➜ part 5

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ʚɞ     best or better    . .   ?

—- genshin impact social media au

#    scaramouche x gn! reader :)

SYPNOSIS

y/n is a famed artist on social media known as [your user], and is often labeled as the “Descendant of Hephaestus”, acknowledged for their breathtaking art and rivalry towards an uprising painter named Balladeer. Attending Teyvat University to pursue their passion, they’re met with a peculiar individual who matches their ability in terms of art, Kunikuzushi, who seems to have made y/n fall smitten. Although, the boy pays no mind to their pursuits, as his eyes are already focused on another under the alias— [your user].

STATUS

Speculated to start on NOV. 28, 2022.

THEMES

college au, enemies to friends to lovers/rivals to friends to lovers, [insert] fell first but [insert] fell harder (both as [your user]/Balladeer, and y/n/kuni), mutual pining, slow burn, puppy love, fluff and angst, crack, attempts at humour

WARNINGS

time stamps are irrelevant! swearing, mentions of stalking, peer pressure, controlling parents, child neglect, mommy issues, invalidation, will add more if needed ><

TAGLIST

open if you’re interested   !  just comment, dm, or ask :))

۰ ۪۪۫۫ · 🎨 cast  ! [y/n]’s babes   //  scara’s idiots

PLAYING:  SEASON ONE [ teaser ]

► episode one — The Prodigy of Sumeru highschool ✔️

►  episode two — he’s pretty but mentally ill. totally my type.

►  episode three — war has been declared

►  episode four — *cutely flirts as gun aims at head*

►  episode five — don’t you have anything better to do?

more episodes to be added.

TO BE RELEASED: SEASON TWO [ non-existent teaser ]

►  episode one — unknown. (tba)

►  episode two — doesn’t exist yet. (tba)

►  episode three — hasn’t been birthed yet. (tba)

►  episode four — secret. (tba)

►  episode five — you need a password for this one. (tba)

more episodes to be added.

coming soon on Virflix. (haha get it)

author’s note : i actually published this during exam week bc i didnt wanna study LMFAOA but please take it easy on me since this is my first smau ^O^/

this was heavily inspired by @ventismacchiato and @skaramush btw!!! but although they were the spark that initially caused my motivation to suddenly spur, i take credit in everything else!

[sissytobitch10seconds]

It Will Come Back

Fandom: Wednesday (2022) Summary: There's something lurking in the woods outside of Nevermore. Something that drips with bloodlust and hurt. Warnings: Taxidermy, hunting, animal death, violent/possessive sex, underage sex, minor unhealthy behaviors, and canon-typical gore Word Count: 6,353 Ship(s): Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin

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A/N: So I had this idea sneak up and attack me during the middle of the night and then spent the next several days bothering all my mutuals about it while I wrote it. I edited this during the last couple of days that I had The Plague so there's a chance that I missed some things. If you liked this fic and want to talk to me about it (once you've finished reading it of course), send me an ask ! I hope that you all enjoy. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

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You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to look at it, look at it like that

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to talk to it, talk to it like that

Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul

Honey, make this easy

Leave it to the land, this is what it knows

Honey, that's how it sleeps

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, it will come back

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The first time that she saw it, she was in Xavier’s art shed. He had a portion of it covered in a tarp just for her so that she could do her strange little rituals without scraping any of the lacquer on the floor, just as he had done for himself. He got painters fabric, thick waterproof stuff that didn’t matter if he dropped even an entire bottle of paint on it, and she got the tarp so that it was easy to dispose of. She really enjoyed the fact that her childhood friend had made a space for her within the space that he had carved out for himself, not that she would ever tell him that.

Night was beginning to creep closer and closer to its apex the longer that she was out there, the cool chill of midnight leaking through the cracked windows and half-open door. The only reason that she was out in the art shed was because when she had come back to class, Casper Shepherd and Echo Finnigan had been in her room with Enid, giggling about something inane so loudly she knew she wasn’t going to get anything done. 

Wednesday was pissed that she had to put aside her writing time for the night as her typewriter was going to be far too heavy for her to lift on her own. She decided that if she wasn’t going to be able to flex her mind creatively through dissociating into the world that she had created for Viper, then she was going to do it somehow. So she had decided to work with the taxidermy kit that her parents had left her for her birthday.

That had been a terrifyingly dreadful event that was only saved because Xavier had known her since they were six. That meant that he assured her birthday was spent in almost total solitude, keeping Enid out of their dorm until eleven o’clock at night. Afterwards he let her back in and Wednesday endured an hour of socializing with the friends that Enid had been able to convince to try and give Wednesday a surprise party.

She had gotten a myriad of little gifts for her birthday, but the ones that her parents had left with her after Parents Weekend was her favorite. Enid wouldn't let her do it in the dorm room because she felt faint at the sight of blood and taxidermy wasn't usually a clean hobby, so it was probably a good thing she was doing it out in the shed. She enjoyed the feeling of night anyway, the creeping dread that the shadows on the walls were inches from reaching out and returning her to death. She also got to feed the innards of the mice she was working on to the local owls, who were far more fun to toy around with than the intelligent corvids that followed her around during the day. 

She let the feeling and sounds of night lull her into a near-dream state where all she could focus on was the chemicals and sawdust that went into making her newest creation. She wasn't like the woman that made the stuffed squirrel and mouse figures sold in the shop in town, but she did think that it was imperative to have physical crafting hobbies and nothing was better than taxidermy for that. 

She had been up for most of the night when she heard some scuffling from the slightly open door. It was only then that she realized how late she had been working. She was going to be so deliciously miserable tomorrow, she could already feel the exhaustion settling into her bones. 

Wednesday knew that whatever was at the door was one of the critters that she had been feeding. She didn't want the unused part of her craft to sit there and rot, especially when giving it to the local wildlife meant that she kept the ecosystem flowing even though she was killing a large amount of the prey animals for her practice. Owls were her favorite to feed the mice and voles to, but sometimes foxes came and asked her for something. Her favorite fox was one that looked like it would shiv her if it had thumbs, scruffy and clearly recovering from mange. 

They could wait for the time being, though. She wasn't quite finished with her last vole of the night and she wanted to get it done before her hands were stained with blood again. 

Wednesday tried focusing on the task in front of her, ignoring the sound of leaves being crunched as whatever critter was outside stomped on them. She did follow the sounds as it circled the shed once, twice, three times before it stopped once more at the door. 

The steps sounded heavy whenever they hit the ground. It rattled the very earth just enough that she could tell where it was stepping because of the way that the poorly installed windows rattled noisily. When it reached the doorway she took a deep breath in, in the hopes that she would be able to pick up on some kind of clue as to what it was. Foxes smelled like thick, rich earth and the oils that prevented them from getting hurt in the snowy months. Skunks smelled like their spray, very faintly but distinctly enough that it overwhelmed all other scents that they might have. 

There was nothing coming from this creature, though. She could faintly smell the coppery iron of the blood from the bag of guts next to her but the only other thing was the remnants of Xavier's aftershave. Whatever he had switched to was far stronger than his old stuff, so Wednesday made a note to ask him to switch back as soon as possible. 

She rose, now curious. She walked to the door and then placed her hand flat against it before she pushed it open to reveal whatever it was that her gifts to nature had summoned. Her fingers loosened on the bag full of viscera for just a moment as she took in the sight in front of her. 

She had been expecting a bear or even a wolf. The silent yet heavy way that it moved had made her inclined to believe that it was a predator. What she found was leaning towards that assumption but still so unique and knew that it actually managed to surprise her. 

A monster had found her, a kind that she had never heard stories about or seen before. It was about the same height as the shed, or it would be if it stood to its full height instead of hunching as it was. The skin was a sickly shade of gray that was stretched over the bones so tightly that it looked painful. The monster's limbs were gangly and disproportionate to its body, with the arms hanging long below where they should have been. Its claws were massive, almost as long as its palm. The face was almost human but had large yellow bug eyes and a maw full of sharp, serrated teeth. It was completely in the nude, shivering from the night air as the only thing keeping it insulated was the wiry brown hairs springing from its shoulders and down its back. 

It didn't do anything, just hunched over while staring at Wednesday. She couldn't really blame it, even though she hated it when people stared at her like she was somehow stranger than they were. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the monster either.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. A creature such as this had to have some kind of master, a being watching over it to make sure that it didn't kill enough civilians to make people antsy. Even the werewolves generally found people to watch them in the forms of their packs (though that was usually to distract themselves rather than to have a proper watcher). 

The monster gave a soft wuffling sound in the back of its throat and inched towards her. 

Wednesday cocked her head to the side as she tried to figure out what it wanted from her. She had encountered every type of person in her two years at Nevermore and life amongst the Addams, yet this creature intrigued her more than anything had before. She took a small step toward, clenching her hand a bit tighter around the bag of guts and muscle as it threatened to slip from her long, skilled fingers. 

That caught the monster's attention. Wednesday noted how immediately brilliant he seemed to be. She hadn't seen that much intelligence in a creature since she had come to Nevermore. About half of that could be blamed on the fact that she was surrounded with underdeveloped, hormone fueled teenagers, but it was disgruntling nonetheless. 

"What? This?" she asked as she brought the nearly dripping bag up in front of her. She had gotten so lost in her work that she had done far more than she usually did, which meant that the waterproof canvas of the bag was being tested. 

The monster followed the path of the bag with its eyes. Curious. 

"I usually reserve this for my owls and foxes," Wednesday informed it in a rather clipped tone. She blew out a small breath and then tossed the bag so that it slid open in front of the beast. Guts, bones, and muscles slid out of it and into the dirt. 

The monster tracked the bag with a sickening accuracy. It stared at the viscera for a moment longer before it turned back to her.

Wednesday crossed her arms in front of her as she met the sallow yellow of its eyes. "Well?" she asked, gesturing with her head over to the bag.

The creature immediately lurched towards the mess in the dirt. There wasn't a lot of food there for a beast of its size. The monster had to pick up the tiny mouse remains with only two of its claws before it could bring the meat and guts to its mouth. She longed to feed it something bigger, something that it had to gnaw at with those terrifyingly large teeth instead of just swallowing it. 

She didn’t have anything that she could use for that in this current moment, though, so she just settled on watching all the remnants of her crafts slide down the beast’s throat. It was beautiful to watch the way that it would hunch over the viscera while grabbing the newest bit that it wanted to eat. She could hear the snapping and crunching that came with every bite that it gave the bones and the sickly wet noises that the blood made as it dribbled down the monster’s face. 

When it had finished, it turned around so that it was facing her. She raised an eyebrow at it. “I gave you a meal, what do you want from me now? I have nothing else to give you. That was the last of the mice that I can catch this week.”

She was going to be busy with classes and the clubs that she had been forced to join when she had first showed up to the school. It had been a good idea of her parents to enroll her in Nevermore instead of letting her go to a public school where all the adults would be too worn out to try and stop her from getting up to mischief. Wednesday was of the opinion that the principal of the private outcast school was overcorrecting just a little bit, however. She was forced to socialize and join several clubs even in her freshman year before she had gotten up to anything that might be frowned upon. Just to stick it to Weems and her overbearing nature, though, Wednesday made sure that she still wrecked havoc whenever she could.

The monster leaned forward, closer and closer to her until she could feel its breath on her hair. She supposed that was the point, as the great beast took in a couple of deep breaths before it turned and loped back into the forest. 

She had just allowed a monster, one that she didn’t even know the type of let alone the name, scent her like she was a dog. She was marked by it, especially now that she had given it the attention that it so obviously wasn’t getting from whatever master that it had.

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You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to smile at me, smile at me like that

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Than to hold me just, hold me just like that

I know who I am when I'm alone

I'm something else when I see you

You don't understand, you should never know

How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

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It wasn’t often that Wednesday let her friends drag her into town, but when Enid was particularly good for a day she thought that it was a nice reward. It meant that she got more days where she was permitted to stay sequestered away in their dorm room while working on her novel without interruptions, because that meant that Enid got more time in the cafes and tacky shops of Jericho.

They were trying out somewhere new today since Xavier insisted that the last cafe that they went to had to be cursed or something. That had only intrigued Wednesday to want to go to it more, since she wanted to experiment with the bad luck that they inevitably had whenever they patroned there, but it had freaked Enid out so bad that she refused. Wednesday made a mental note to force her childhood friend to take her into town next week so that she could poke around The Brewed Witch as much as she wanted.

This time, though, they had decided to get their morning coffee before Enid dragged them all over town at a small coffee shop called the Weathervane.

It was nice enough, if not a little too perky for Wednesday’s tastes. The walls were an unoffensive shade, just dark enough that she didn’t feel like she was being suffocated. Most of the staff looked like they had already been to Hell even though they worked in a small coffee shop in an even smaller town and it was only nine o’clock in the morning. She supposed that could have been because it was one of the weekends where Nevermore students were unleashed upon the town.

Suddenly she felt a lot better about being dragged away from her first choice option if it meant that her very existence in a place that wasn’t meant for her was going to be causing other people displeasure.

They walked up to the counter of the cafe and Enid rattled off her order. It was something with way too much sugar and not nearly enough coffee, but after two years of living with the other girl for the majority of the year, Wednesday had learned that it was better that Enid lay off the caffeine. Xavier ordered a plain black coffee and a poppy seed muffin that Enid would end up eating the majority of. Then Wednesday stepped up to the counter so that she could give her order. 

She made eye contact with the barista that was serving them and felt a shiver run down her spine.

He was a regular-looking normie, but there was something about him that she couldn’t place. His hair was a flop of caramel-colored curls that hung evenly over his forehead. He had a well proportioned face other than the scowl lines that were being brought forth by the frown he was currently sporting. He was taller than Wednesday with light skin that was covered in a smattering of freckles and moles. His arms seemed just a little bit too long for his body but he was holding them upwards as he wrote down when they were ordering on a pad of paper, so she figured that she just wasn’t seeing it right.

Her eyes flicked down to his nametag and then back up to his face so that she could lock eyes with him again. She desperately wanted to be able to name the emotion that was swimming in the depths of his eyes but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to, even with her massive vocabulary and ease of reading people from afar.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low enough that her friends wouldn’t be able to here. They had already left so that they could find the perfect booth where they could watch people while they ate and talked.

“I’m getting coffee with my friends,” she replied. She would have said something more cutting and abrasive, she didn’t much like it when people questioned her before she even did anything, but something about him made her treat him more tenderly. “Do you have a problem with that, Tyler?”

He glanced down at the nametag hanging off of his apron and then back at her. “No,” he choked out. He forced a smile onto his face as he then asked, “What can I get you?”

Wednesday gave her normal order: a quad over ice with no creamer, milk, or sugar. She watched him as he wrote it down and then slowly turned around so that he could begin making the orders.

She trailed her fingers over the edge of the counter as she walked towards the booth that her friends had chosen. They were talking about one of the classes that they shared but she didn’t have, which allowed her to eavesdrop on the employees cleaning up the table two booths behind them. 

“I can’t be put on another shift like this, man,” the first one groaned. “I was working until closing last night with Tyler and now I’m up super early.”

“Shut up. You got to close with Tyler. I had to close with Vivian last week and let me tell you, she does absolutely jack shit. If I was being paid even the slightest bit more then I would report her and get her written up at least,” the second one snorted.

The first one spoke again, their head turning towards the counter where the aforementioned barista was still working, “Getting written up doesn’t do anything. Before whatever the fuck happened last Tuesday, Tyler used to get written up all the time and nothing ever happened.”

There was silence for a moment and all Wednesday could make out was the crumpling of a wrapper and some napkins. “Something did happen to him, didn’t it?” the second employee asked.

“Something had to have happened. Someone doesn’t have a complete change in personality like that overnight. I mean, I used to think that he was going to bite me every time I came behind the back to get another cup or make tea,” the first said. “Something happened and now he’s like… a person.”

“He was a person before. It can’t be easy being the sheriff's son in this town. Not when he hangs out with the mayor’s kid all the time. He probably had to watch his bestie never get in trouble for the same shit that he got slammed down for,” the second said.

“God, Kylie, keep it in your pants. You can’t go crushing on that guy when he had that total one-eighty. What if he goes back to being a dick?” the first employee grumbled.

Usually the implication of a crush or some kind of romantic attraction between anyone was enough to make Wednesday lose her appetite or at least stop paying attention to what was going on around her. She didn’t care for the overexposure of affection that she had gotten from her parents while growing up so she wasn’t going to subject herself to it more now.

The strange thing was, she didn’t feel disgusted or even put off by the implication that Tyler could be romantically involved with one of his coworkers. Instead she just felt angry. 

The anger that erupted in her stomach and flushed throughout her veins was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was possessive and verdant green with jealousy. It made the muscles in her legs and back twitch with the anticipation of getting up to protect what was rightfully hers. Her hands clenched in her lap so hard that they left crescent shaped bruises on her palm.

She realized then that there was no reason that she should be thinking like that. She had no say in Tyler’s life or care about what he did with it, she had only just met him.  

“Yoohoo, Earth to Wednesday?” Enid asked as she waved her hand in front of the other girl’s face.

Wednesday often got lost in thought, so this interaction was one that they had many times before. She reached up and grabbed Enid’s wrist before she tossed it back over to her. ��I’m still here, unfortunately.”

“We tried to talk to you like three times and we got no response,” Enid whined as she cupped her wrist to her chest like the other girl was at all capable of doing damage to her werewolf-enhanced body.

“What were you thinking about?” Xavier asked casually. He was flexing and unflexing his hand over the napkin that he had been doodling on. She knew that he only did that when he was seeing something that had been bothering him in his dreams. Being childhood best friends with him was something of a double edged sword. She knew him better than anyone else, even his now ex-girlfriend Bianca, but at the same time he also knew her more intimately than even her own family did.

She let out a small sigh as she turned her head towards Tyler. “Does he seem off to either of you?”

Enid groaned and placed her forehead down on the table. “Please don’t be stirring up more shit with your weird murder mystery fetish stuff. I just got over the trauma of Laurel shooting Ajax because she turned out to be an anti-outcast normie,” the werewolf pleaded.

Wednesday couldn’t help herself. A smile crept onto her face as she leaned back in the booth. That was a rather fond memory, for her at least.

They didn’t get to continue their conversation as Tyler walked over to their booth with a tray in hand. He set down Xavier’s black coffee and muffin in front of him and then Enid’s horrific concoction of sugar and milk in front of her. He took care removing Wednesday’s quad from the tray as he set it down in front of her, leaving the receipt at the edge of the table.

She turned her head to watch him go, her eyes transfixed on the way that his shoulders and back rippled with every little movement that he made. He was such a curious person, so almost wrong while still being wholly and completely normal.

“Weds,” Xavier kicked at her leg under the table to get her attention. She responded by stomping on his foot and he just rolled his eyes at her for it. “He didn’t charge you for your quad. That shit is usually just as expensive as Enid’s garbage.”

“Strange,” Wednesday commented as she took the receipt from him to check it over. She did the math in her head, her eyes flickering every so often to the pricing on the menu hanging behind the counter, and it was true. For some reason, Tyler had charged everyone but her for their drinks. He didn’t even tack on the price of her coffee to the other three things that they had purchased.

“Maybe he likes you,” Enid squealed excitedly. She was practically vibrating in her seat as she said it and Wednesday just rolled her eyes. Enid had been obsessed with the idea of relationships and romance since the two of them had first met when they were fourteen. At first, Wednesday had found it to be the second most grating fact about her, directly following her obsession with color.

The day followed in its strange pattern, because for some reason, Wednesday didn’t find the idea of Tyler liking her romantically as disgusting as it should have been.

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It can't be unlearned

I've known the warmth of your doorways

Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

Oh, please, give me mercy no more

That's a kindness you can't afford

I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born

You'll hear me howling outside your door

Don't you hear me howling, babe?

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The idea of romance was disgusting to her. How could it not be, after she had to watch her parents interact with each other every time they were in the same room together? She did care for her family, she treasured them in the place where her heart should have been. She just hated the way that her parents seemed to be magnetically pulled together.

It hadn’t gotten any more appealing even after she got some space away from them. Enid adored the cheesy romance novels that shops usually kept away from the front of the store in fear of scaring away their customers. She had a very specific idea of what romance and romantic relationships had to be and also refused to shut up about it. When she had been vying for Ajax’s attention, Wednesday had been about four whining sentences about how he hadn’t asked Enid out yet from throwing herself out of the window.

When she came out to Xavier’s art shed so that she could work on taxidermying something new, though, the idea of romance was illuminated with a completely new light for her. 

She found a perfectly killed deer laying on the doorstep to the shed. It hadn’t been shot, none of the small bullet holes from the buck shot were present on the hide. The only thing that she was able to identify as a cause of death was the slash along the abdomen, right where she would have had to cut the skin to work with it anyway.

She immediately dragged the carcass into the shed so that she could work with it. Xavier had left early so that he could spend some time with the Nightshades and Enid was out in town with Ajax, so Wednesday knew that she was going to be left alone as she got her work done.

The night crept further and further on as she allowed herself to be consumed by the project that she had laid out in front of her. The meat, bones, and guts from the deer lay beside her, limp and useless now that she had the skin removed and hanging to dry. It was going to take a lot longer than it would have if it was a smaller animal, but she had never had the opportunity to work with anything this large.

The moment that she had finished getting everything prepped for the next stage as much as she could, she heard the now-familiar wuffling. The monster had come to visit her several more times since the first night that she had fed it. She enjoyed when it came back, more than she probably should have.

It was a terrifying beast and despite all of the time and energy that she had put into researching what it was so that she could better accommodate it, she had been able to find hide nor hair of what it might be. That drove her forward more than anything else had before in her life. She had the chance to research a new species, to dissect it and study it until she was able to write her own book about it.

She also enjoyed the attention that it gave her whenever it came to visit. It would sit patiently by the door and then refuse to go to the bag of viscera that she now always saved for it until she permitted it to do so. She enjoyed the loyalty and obedience more than she knew that she could enjoy anything.

She grasped the two legs of the buck that she was able to and then began to drag it towards the doorway. She knew that Xavier was going to be upset about the fact that she had smeared blood all over the floor, but there was very little she could do about that now. Her monster was more important to her than her friend’s feelings, especially when she knew that he would get over it quickly enough.

She dropped the deer down to the ground and then opened the door so that she could see her monster.

It was standing there, hunched over and sniffing at the air like it always did when it came to be fed. The last couple of times that it had visited her it had also let her thread her fingers through its hair and brush over the fur that lined down its shoulders and back.

The creature was holding itself as if something was wrong, though. Wednesday immediately wanted to soothe any anxieties or worries that it might be having but she also knew that if she got to close then there was a chance that it could take her hand off. She wouldn’t mind if it attacked her, she might even think that it was fun, but she needed both of her hands to finish her novel.

“What’s the matter with you?” she asked.

That snapped the creature out of whatever it had been thinking about. She watched as it stood up to its full height, something that it had never done around her before. She watched, completely transfixed, as the body of her creature began to shrink down.

By the time that the height finished decreasing, it was still much taller than her but not nearly as tall as the monster had been. The skin that had stretched over bones too big for its own frame began to turn into a milky white, covered in moles and freckles. The massive claws changed so that they were eerily long fingers. The teeth reduced down so that they fit back inside of its mouth. The wispy, wiry fur reduced down so that it was a mop of caramel colors. The yellow, bulging eyes turned so that they were smaller and hazel.

“Tyler,” Wednesday breathed, so low that she was sure he hadn’t been able to hear her.

He took a step forward, both of them ignoring the fact that he was completely naked. He reached his hand up to the side of her face and leaned forward so that they were a few inches apart from each other. “Did you appreciate the gift that I left you?”

She smirked. She knew that there had been something off about him when she had met him for the first time in the Weathervane. She had let Xavier and Enid talk her out of it since neither of them wanted to deal with her being obsessed with some mystery and drag them into it again. She had dropped it in favor of focusing on her book and digging more into what her parents had done when they were attending Nevermore.

She had just watched Tyler change from her monster back into his human form, though, which was all the confirmation that she needed to know that he was just as strange as she had thought he was.

She smirked as she leaned into the touch of his hand. “I did. I brought the carcass out for you to have, but I don’t think that this version of your body would appreciate it very much.”

“I have some other plans for what I want to do tonight,” Tyler whispered as he leaned a bit closer to her.

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Don't you hear me howling, babe?

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She surged forward before he had the chance to. He had come to her and basically made her his master (though she’d have to check and make sure that there was no one else in his life that had the kind of relationship that they did). She wasn’t going to let him think that he could take the lead just because he had brought her something that she enjoyed. She was still the one in control here and she was going to remind him of that as often as she could.

Their lips connected together like they had been made by the gods for one another. They only pressed together in a kiss for a moment before tongues and teeth joined in the mix, biting and licking into each other’s mouths like they were trying to eat each other’s souls.

She was happy with this, more than she ever thought that she would be based on how she had considered romantic and sexual relationships up to this point. Arousal furled in her gut the longer that they continued to pull at each other. She could also feel Tyler’s cock growing hard against her leg, a siren song and a promise all at once.

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Don't you hear me howling, babe?

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He pushed her up against the side of the barn wall. His long fingers wove through her dark hair, something that she had never let someone do before. He wrenched her head to the side and then began to bite and nip at the skin on her neck.

She could already feel the slow heartbeat that usually fluttered in her chest moving so that it was fueling the bruise that was beginning to form on her skin from his ministrations. 

She threw her head back against the wall and let out a moan to tell him that she wanted him to keep going. Her hands were roaming over his back and neck before she finally settled on tugging at his curls as well. 

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Don't you hear me howling?

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She began to pull at her clothes while he was busy. She busted several of the buttons on her art shirt, which was annoying since she was going to have to sew them back on but she didn’t mind at the moment. She pushed the shirt off and down onto the dirt beneath them. Her bra came off a moment later, and she only realized that Tyler had used his claw when she felt the blood dripping down her back.

She groaned as she rocked her hips upward to let him know that she wanted him to go faster. He continued to work on her neck like he had before. He moved down to her chest and collarbones a moment later. Tyler bit at the skin as much as he sucked hickies onto it, being non-discriminatory when it came to what kind of marks he was leaving on her as long as he was leaving some.

The only time that he stopped worshiping her skin was so that he could pull down the skirt and panties that had remained untouched up to that point. She was left bare and naked while the world around her bit at her skin. The prickling pain on her back from where he had gotten her earlier mixed with the ache her skin immediately felt when the cold air snapped onto her.

Wednesday knew that the air was affecting her more than it usually was because of the flush that her normally dead and tacky skin was taking on. She was hornier than she thought possible for one single person to be. She wanted so desperately for him to fuck her already, but he insisted on marking her up for a time being first.

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Don't you hear me howling?

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When he finally slipped inside of her, she felt like her entire body was burning in the best way possible. She remembered the jealousy that she had felt overhearing one of his coworkers hitting on him behind his back. She groaned and smirked as she knew that none of them were able to have this side of Tyler. This was only for her, and it would also only ever be for her. 

She scratched at his back with her nails so that he was just as marked up as she was. Wednesday could feel the way that he was twitching inside of her every time that she moaned a certain way or caught part of his hair in her nails.

They bucked and moved against each other, his thick cock sliding in and out of her every time that he moved his hips. They were drowning in a sea of pleasure and possessiveness, both of them coming to the apex of their interaction. He lowered her down onto the pile of clothing that she had dumped while scrambling to get him into her.

“You’re mine, Tyler. I’m going to come and visit you and we’re going to talk about this,” Wednesday said as she looked up at him menacingly. Her body was aching in the best was possible, she could get addicted to this.

“Is that a promise?” he asked with a small smirk. She could already see the way that his height was increasing and his skin was turning ashy as he shifted again.

“It’s a threat.”

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Don't you hear me howling, babe?

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A smile crept over her normally stoic features as she heard the sound of her monster howling into the night.

[justhere4kpop]

~Beautiful Stranger~

Chapter 4.5: A Gym Date and a Project

Pairing: Yunho x Reader. (The guys are involved at some point too but not romantically.) NonIdol! AU

Description: A lonely perpetually single grad student working at a museum is approached by a handsome man, he looks expensive. Maybe this is your chance to get swept off your feet. Maybe he wants something else.

Warnings: I don't censor myself so I don't censor the characters, so Language warning.

taglist: @legohwas, @hwaightme, @starillusion13

w/c: ~1339

a/n: Here's part 2 of chapter 4!!!! Again thank you for the time and support, I'd say a month has passed between the two parts, not a huge deal but you know, enough for some artistic choices.

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“You look gorgeous today y/n” Wooyoung chirpped from beside me. “Hello Woo.” “What no, handsome as ever Wooyoung, Thank you for introducing me to the light of my life? I’m totally in love with your best friend Yunho?” “You look great Wooyoung, should have no troubles getting Jem to go home with you after drinks.” “That’s no what I said….how long are you going to stare at this blank canvas?” “It’s not…entirely blank.” I sighed. “It’s painted white.” “Still having trouble on your final? Maybe you need a little-” he thrusts his hips slightly at me. “Inspiration.” “Ew stop. No-” “All our favorite painters have used sex and their partners as great inspiration for their pieces some even in the museums you stare at all day.” “It was one time.” He gasped. “You’ve been dating for 4 months and only slept together once?! I’m calling Yunho immediately.” Twice…don’t let him know that. “Wooyoung it’s not that serious. I’m the one saying no.” “Why? Was he bad?” “No, he was….fantastic….but I…I don’t know that stuff makes me I don’t know it’s not that I don’t want to but I don’t want him to think that’s all I want…it’s hard for me to explain, I’ve also been busy with work with the new exihibit coming in and we’re having to get everything ready and, I don’t know I just…I’m a bad partner aren’t I?” “Is this all because of your ex? You know-” “He’s no like that I know.” I sighed. “I was going to say you’re more to him than you know. You should see your name in his phone. It’s surrounded by hearts and I think there’s a nickname in there something like ‘Love Shot’” he chuckled. “You play one EXO song around a guy while you’re getting ready and suddenly you’re saved in his phone as Love Shot.” “And what’s yours for him?” “…….Bear Hug…. “Is it actually?!” “Shhh! It was for like a week. I change it because I don’t know, we don’t call each other anything besides like…babe….and I thought Bear Hug was cute, I didn’t know about the Love Shot thing stop…he did not.” “He did, he said he’s going to change it soon but he likes it.” “I’m going to kill myself.” My phone started ringing….of course with the sound on. “Is that-?!” “SHHH! Hi you…” I blushed. “Hi, is that Wooyoung in the back?” “Yeah he’s bothering me over my final project.” “The blank canvas?” “It’s painted white…..” “I’m going to the gym….want to come?” “Yes.” I hastily said, anything to get out of this situation, no matter what it was. “Great I’ll pick you up-” “From my place, I need to change.” I stopped him from saying school, I didn’t need Wooyoung and him to start talking. “See you soon.” “Yeah, I’m leaving now.” I hung up. “Bear Hug.” Wooyoung smirked. “Shutup.” I left.

Somehow I made it back in record time, I put on the best pair of black workout leggings I had grabbed a water bottle and put my hair up, start cute…look terrible after. Right? I got his text that he was outside before anyone could question where I was going or why I looked like I was going to workout. Right as Liz started asking I was out the door. Great timing. “Hi” I breathed out getting in his car. “Hi.” he smiled and leaned over the center to peck my lips. “Missed you.” “You saw me for dinner like 4 days ago.” “And? Your pictures don’t talk back to me like you do.” “Oh so you like me being a brat.” “Oh absolutely.” he smiled. “Noted.” Now I don’t know how many of you have seen an incredibly attractive man who happens to be your boyfriend who may or may not be a sculpture work out before…but let me tell you I don’t think I had a single safe for work thought. “You’re staring again Tiny.” he smirked as he wiped his face. “Mmmhmm.” I nodded and then processed. “Oh sorry.” I blushed. “No need, glad I can bring you along, especially if you stare at me like that.” he winked. “Dinner?” “Oh sure.” I smiled. “Nothing-” “Nothing fancy, don’t worry….sometimes rich people like Pizza and Fried Chicken too.” he smiled. We got cleaned up and he placed an order for pick up so we could eat at his place. He, being the gentleman he is, went in to get the food and then drove to his. “Oh a nice townhouse I see.” I smiled. “I don’t need anything huge, but if I can comfortably afford a little more space than necessary why not, plus means I have room if something happens.” he winked at me again. “And just what is that supposed to mean?” I chuckled at him. “Means if we’re still in love in 6 months I might be coming home to you every night.” he scooped me into him and kissed me before unlocking the door ushering me in.

After dinner he went to go clean up and find a change of clothes for me, in case I wanted to get out of these sweaty clothes. I think it’s just an excuse to make me stay longer. “See one you like?” he smiles coming up to me. “I mean you have quite the collection.” I scoffed looking at the wall of art he had. “I mean theres…Picasso, Degas…these are amazing.” “I actually just liaison for my uncle, they’re copies anyways, he sells them as such don’t worry. But he likes having photos of them looking nice so we hang up the first one to display, you know?” “Wow, they’re amazing copies.” “And this one is for when Wooyoung is finished with the Gaugain, I asked him to paint one for me…” he pointed to an empty frame on the wall. “I wanted to remember the first day we met, all over a vase of flowers.” he smiled and squeezed my side. “So you sell copies and??” “And?” “I mean come on, you’re rich and have stayed that way…are you sure you’re not a Mafia member?” I smiled. “Oh, there’s my secret, I work for the Mafia and plan heists to steal art, there is no rich uncle.” he laughed when I started laughing. “Well too bad I guess I have a type then.” “What do you mean?” he looked at me. “My ex was in a motorcycle gang? If you could call it that honestly. He mostly just rode around as loud as possible to piss people off.” I shrugged. “Sounds great.” “Yeah…until he pissed off an actual gang and they broke into my house…they just smashed some stuff but it was all mine.” “Here?” he looked at me concerned and turned me towards him. “No no before grad school, I’ve been single for a very long time.” “I’m sorry, you can call me if you ever feel in danger, I’ll be there.” he cupped my cheek. “Well not danger but maybe with my final? I’m really stuck on what to do.”

He was quiet for a moment.

“Maybe you’re just not thinking big enough, maybe make the canvas bigger, stretch out, why are you limiting yourself?” “Huh?” “Make it bigger take up the whole floor, wall, room, don’t conform to the space, force yourself in, make the room make room for you. Baby you can make it as big as you want.” he smiled. “Let yourself be in the space, make others notice you first. Be you.” “Make it bigger?” “As big as you want…make it you….make it your story.” I pulled him down and kissed him. It was then that I got the idea. Make it my story.

Maybe Wooyoung was right, maybe I needed a little “inspiration.”

“You’re going to help me.” I smiled at him. “We’re going to rent out the studio space overnight and I want you to help me paint it.” “Paint what?” he said breathlessly. “Our story.”

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lia alfonso character headcanons/facts:

-she has raging adhd

-shes pansexual

-also demi-gendered (she/they)

-shes argentinian

-her favourite colors are dark blue and sage green

-her favourite fruit is passionfruit

-she always watches argentinian football matches

-doesnt matter where she is, she watches them religiously

-sleeps either with one of ollies shirts or with her own oversized shirts

-her favorite animals are capybaras

-her favourite drivers of all time are michael schumacher and kimi raikkonen

-when she counts she always starts in english but changes to spanish when she gets to 13

-”eleven, twelve, trece, catorce…”

-i know thats oddly specific but i do that and i feel like she would too

-she kind of just forgets how to speak english sometimes

-this makes things very dificult when shes trying to communicate with ollie

-she speaks spanish, english and italian

-her favourite school subject is lunch

-cant do math for the life of her

-treid to be vegetarian but forgot she was and ate meat the next day

-she has a sister that is 6 years older

-she had a rottweiler called tupac back home

-she lived in the us for a long time before she moved back to argentina

-when she clips her nails she always skips one without realizing

-her favourite shows are new girl and adventure time

-painting has been her passion since she was very little

-she plans on going to art college

-her first job (apart from babysitting) was face painter at kids parties

-she is very conected to music even though she cannot sing

-she whistles all the time without realizing

-jak hates it

-”can you please stop whistling?” “*whistles aggresively*”

-her favourite singers are mac demarco, taylor swift and lana del rey

-she had a one direction obsession

-she likes to anotate books and normally makes them really artsy looking

-she has three stick and poke tattoos

-one of them is a tiny heart on her ankle which she got matching with her girl best friend

-the other one is a spiral on her shoulder

-and the last one is a j on the side of her finger

-j as in jak bc he would not leave her alone when she got the heart with her other best friend

-the plan was her getting a j and him geting an l

-he chickened out

-she designs jaks helmets

-she met jak because her mom was really good friends with his mom and they moved next to them when they moved to the us

-moving on to some headcanons about her relationship with ollie

-once they got together he asked her to design a helmet for him

-ollie once tried to read and anotate a book for her an failed miserably

-since she likes to wear really baggy clothes she steals his all the time

-first time she went out to track wearing his shirt he couldnt focus for the rest of the day

-her and jak jokingly fight for ollie all the time

-”sorry babe, i made plans with jak” “i told you i wanted to hang out with ollie today, you asshole” “stay mad hoe”

-always joking tho

-jak is not the only third wheel

-sometimes ollie third wheels them

-or lia third wheels them

-going back to lia

-she hates orange flavoured candy

-totally right to do so

-her biggest childhood crush was barracuda from an argentinian show called chiquititas 98

-never quite got over the fact that he had to leave the show

-she always paints her nails

-once jack got into a fight with another kid because he insulted her

-she is that one bitch with the two braids

-i am too its fine

-she wears glasses

-or wears contacts

-babe is blind as shit

-i cant think of anything else

-oh well she is the only one of my motorsport oc’s whos name doesnt start with an a

-annoyes me to no end

-we love her tho

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authors note:

trying something new to give you all some content and give you some facts about the girls.

Anyone in special that you guys want next? let me know!

[cadaverre]

6, 19, 25, 52 <333

tysm for the ask babe <3333

i don’t want to die old, i think in our world being old is very difficult and also i don’t have that much interest in being seen as elderly lmao. i think lucy said it best when she said “i wanna like a vibrant like but i want to die a boring death” bc i’m not interested in going out heroically or interestingly lmao

YES!! i’m such a nerd i just want to see what life was like in like the renaissance, maybe try and meet some of my favourite painters, but i also want to know what life in the 1970s-1990s was like also i would have more rights lmao

not really?? i have a habit of finding like two people i like and clinging on for dear life, i haven’t really lost any friends that i regret losing

i think that mindset can be really harmful when it comes to tragic events and accidents, because that kind of diminishes the responsibility of who caused it?? like saying that someone died for a reason, even though it might have been a freak accident, is such a fucked up thing to say i think. HOWEVER, some things do seem to “work out in the end” (eg mean girl cancelling on the concert so i made a new friend, that seems to have worked out nicely) which i think is a much nicer thing to say :))

[fitgof]

“You’re the painter,” Angelus said to Amy.

“That’s right”

“That's cool. Dahlia said you’re really good.”

“She’s my friend, she has to say that.” Amy replied.

“Actually, I’m your best-friend which means I’m supposed to be truthful and honest so if I thought you were terrible, I’d say so!” Dahlia corrected.

“Thanks for the encouragement...”

The door swung open and Sunrose burst into the room. “Okay, I made it.”

“About time, Sunny.” Dahlia said. “Angie, babe, this is Sunrose! Inside here… somewhere anyway”. She knocked on the head of Sunrose’s costume, and a hollow sound echoed back.

“Cool costume. I like rats.”  Angelus nodded his head in approval.

“Actually I’m a racc-”

“The guests will be arriving soon so hurry up and finish decorating” Dahlia interrupted.

“What are you going to do while we’re doing this?” Amy asked.

“Putting on my costume, silly.” Dahlia looked down at the costume she was wearing. “You don’t think this is my costume do you?”

[skylarstark4826]

It was a successful birth both for Okoye and the twins. She couldn’t wrap her mind that her body made two perfect beings. Well, she did have help from Attuma. The big blueberry was over the moon when the pair realized they were about to have children. 

“My sun gave me stars,” Attuma said one night as they cuddled in the bed. It was during the time Okoye was still reeling from the fact she was carrying two children instead of one/ but the easy part was over, now Attuma and Okoye are officially parents. For the pair, they were ready for it. The pair were back to their lovely home, that sat by the river. They chose this location when Okoye realized how serious Attuma was about her. The new mother was mentally preparing herself. To be bombarded with guests during their social call and giving the new parents more gits. She’ll deal with that tomorrow. 

“This one is Yunuen,” Attuma said as he cradled one of the newborns while Okoye handle the other babe. Okoye shook her head, “No, that Yaxkin. His birthmark is on his left foot.”

Attuma has been trying to tell the twins apart since they got home two days ago. Who knew having identical twins would be so hard? Attuma thought as he pulled Yaxin’s socks off to see the birthmark. 

Attuma got from the couch as he placed Yaxkin in the bassinet. “I will be back as fast as I can.”

The warrior was needed for a meeting in Talokan that he could not miss. Attuma placed a soft kiss on Okoye’s lips. 

Attuma took to being a father like a rhino to grass. He might have worked on which twin is which, but his heart was in the right place. It was so sweet that it could give Okoye a toothache. Before she could express her love for Attuma there was a knock at their door. Who was it? It can't be their friends they respected the pair's wish until tomorrow. Okoye got up to open the door.

“Uncle M’Kathu?” Okoye was shocked to see her uncle. The last time she saw him was during her wedding. To Okoye, she felt the reason why he was there at the ceremony was that everyone who belonged to the upper class was there. “I thought I would see you tomorrow.”

The man let himself into Okoye’s house. “No, why should I wait? I’m family after all.”

Family was a stretch, Okoye grimaced. She could recall her childhood when her uncle took her in when her parents died. He was much colder than he was now.  Okoye would say her family dynamic with her uncle was always working hard to get at least one nurturing comment from the man. 

Uncle M’Kathu viewed Okoye as a tool, something he could use to move up the social ladder. Okoye knew in her gut he wasn’t here just for a social call. But who was she to deny her only blood-related family to see his grand-nephews? The man sighed as he sat on the couch while rubbing one of his knees,

Okoye placed Yunuen in M’Kathu’s arms. “My he’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, Uncle, “ Okoye said. The young mother is anxious wanting to take her baby back. 

“So do they have powers,” M’Kathu questioned.  There it was, Okoye thought. She knew the man wasn’t truly here to see his grand-nephews. 

Okoye shook her head, “Not yet. It’s too early to tell.”

“Ah,” He said as he continued to cradle the babe. “I guess would not matter. If they are big like their father, they will do great.

“What do you mean?” Okoye asked. This whole conversation. Her uncle looked at her as if she was the same tool he used before. 

“I swear your womanly emotions are preventing you to see the potential here,” Uncle M’Kathu said. The uncle gave her a simple smile like she was still just a dumb little girl, “To join. To be warriors.”

This was different when Aneka, Ayo, or Attuma said it. It was mostly jest, but with M’Kathu she knew the man was dead serious. 

“Or they could be a painter or a teacher,” Okoye supplied. Quickly taking her baby out of her uncle M’Kathu’s arms. He shook his head, “Okoye be serious.”

“I am not raising soldiers. I am raising kids, good kids; and when they grow up it will be up to them to decide what they do with the powers they were given,” Okoye said looking at her uncle. If she had her own way with her children they would never join. “Now kindly leave my home.”

M’Kathu could only smirk. Her stubbornness reminds him of his brother. Always had seen it his way, he thought.  The man got up from the couch and walked to the door, “Okoye.”

Okoye’s eyes locked on his, “It’s going to be a lot worse for your family before it gets better.”

Okoye figured as much, her and Attuma, much less Shuri knows if the twins would have some mutant powers. Like Attuma told her one night while the twins were still in her stomach. They’ll figure it out as a family, that’s all Okoye needs to hear. 

“Then we’ll be ready,” Okoye said as she heard the soft click of the front door.

[thorny-horror]

"HER SKIN IS PEELING OFF"

Cassie looks up at her recently-deceased mother's 'workspace'. Cassie's mother, Loraine, was a reclusive painter. Her works are scattered around the otherwise barren room. Cassie is now left with all these paintings. One painting catches her eye. A painting of the face of a beautiful young woman. It's the last painting her mother worked on. She feels an immediate connection to the painting. She decided to take it home and hang it in her apartment.

The next day, she had her boyfriend, Jamie, over. Once he saw the painting an his face shifted to an expression of pure horror. Cassie looks back at him, confused. "Hey, babe? What's wrong?"

"Th-That painting..."

"what?" Cassie looked back at the painting. It was the same beautiful face...she decides to brush it off. Just finding Jamie's behavior weird and nothing more.

Over the next few weeks, Cassie had a number of friends come over. Each looked at the painting differently. Some with amazement, others with horror and disgust. A week later, she was hanging with Jamie and asked him about what he thought the painting was. He's hesitant but eventually gives in.

"I...It...It looks like a face...with the skin peeling off..."

Jamie draws a small sketch of what he saw. Cassie looks horrified. She looked back at the painting...the same beautiful face... She stares at the painting for a few minutes before looking back at Jamie.

"I..."

She sighs.

Over the next few weeks, Cassie spends her time staring at the painting. She stares at it for hours on end. Eventually she decides to put it in her closet, not wanting to look at it anymore.

It shows up in the same spot the next morning.

She threw it in the trash chute. It came back to the same spot again.

She threw it in the ocean. It was on her doorstep the next morning.

She tried burning it. It wouldn't burn.

No matter what, it always came back. Always. Seeing the painting back again she makes a audible "ugh". Cassie stares at it for a moment before grabbing a knife. She stabs it over and over, slashing it into bits. She stares down at it with a crazed expression before laughing and going to bed. She stares at the ceiling and with a smile says "I'm going crazy..."

She gets up the next day. She walks into the kitchen and sees the painting again, but now it's different...it's the same face...but with it's skin peeling off. There's a small neon-yellow sticky note. Cassie instantly grabs it. Her face twists to one of horror as she reads the note.

"I made this for you. I thought you could see the beauty in it. Now you'll only see the horror's within. I'm disappointed in you, Cass. -Loraine ♡"

She drops the note and screams in pain as her face begins ripping apart, making her once beautiful face look like the woman's face in the painting. She stumbles to the bathroom mirror, looking in it in terror. She still alive but in unimaginable pain...Her skin is peeling off...

[libidomechanica]

“Slay the verge there are the Prince Adam fell: mething”

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alert enemy Fraunce; her and gave also would     composed the brush’d foes. And there; that love, of the honey of the British cabin, found the     transformed got, curst inquiring the lion’ then become may, my testament as you     tralineate from scissors, painter Garment was not practised her surely; am I     not where to Marmora wither’d freed

from the fair. Each us being seemed a double     valets, willy-nilly flowing anvil banged with ill-usage, when the snow tires, you     aught it to greet the Sultan, and far be it strange and crack with, lotting on his own Phaëton.     ’ Said Baba, to be made him as any mercer, or whether harsh truths you will make     the last, a charm that no hear me like

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my back the change of pallid and worth: the grief as     sung and fearful means daiquiri. Brought us think it mine! Can change of the surgeons made     a paul; and die, and then let a tale grew hard: with cypress or cupboard, was large a middling     kisses smoother Prophetic eye of his own crowned the levee morn thine, than when windows     and a while scars of things the strict

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these acts of life shall beyond. Old familiar guest.     A noon-dew, wander if you wandering light teaches, at duty’s rose, and Come’ he wholesome,     in horse loud temper’d with the treated it, I do with a glorious heart reeled but     copy near relations, perforce, woman in Cashmire had threatening from above that slink     from what t was as might flash’d always

your proffer young did she bought a little but to     my ample lotted, and topples rose mind at least all in which through Berlin, Dresden, and     nought up for daily shepherd straits in his hand. There warm whence to our own people prefer,     stay near the wind my Spectre of Perfume: it seems but Heaven, that he should not force with     that tender eyes of our life, your place,

when shone of him by consequence, but in wonder     my sake of that columned entry swain returne with tears, or when we hither, what a check’d     her! And merely for the window shade, whose name there he story of sweet dew place, by measured     mind is satire on the bride, could prize, both move his blood, till the Giant is weapon,     and we dead? And this, when the day

to end us, a broke foaming of electron     waits the best; yourself wildly any air. Who flatter his praised her treasure wood, ’ that more     thought for charity, are over: yeah, I know no other flash’d the fire should fain outrun     her. Of moving slaves, none way down, by his story, let him but showed, thy youth; we did—was     the Fountain his e’e, kens they died, we

see what she chaste and early melts, a shill the warring     gainst mind is satire on tiptoe through her trust can mend; all else but Loues self, what     end at first wife. Would press’d. Slay the verge there are the Prince Adam fell: mething bride: but, as     the sole men seem a nest of her backs on leave you as she. The fire: better at they know.     And also here he read with long year

self, once the island in one and Shah beheld which     they love and bitter fighting a head, and sucklings; then thou could let the preserve thy mindful     of my head and there it came then anxious mind. Who ne’er Misfortune led merry-make;     and sapping and worshipp’d—they with the true blood. Some have borne; now raving this youth of steep     required to guide them to live for your

ingress turn to country, till my mournful lily     as a lighted; and Helvoetsluys, there in monasteries of silent on his rude hand.     Yet in the East, to sail in the gloom, till I return: still the East thou thy smoke some slight     as it out, and passed for the play, and sing, this shining Foal of Heav’n Parwín and the sea,     and sweet you are deuoutly and best belov’d

repose? Rain. Parted plainer to read what to     have call, and I Don Juan posterity. From which I have to secure of Saturn sate,     late show not fair, in bloom, till hanker; as the crone in stormy east-wind keenly blew, with     all they should drown through a clouds bent the fairy, the Turks do wounds might that sin in me is;     it suffred you; this a miracle.

[motownfiction]

when in rome

Emma has pretty strong feelings about all her parents’ friends. She’s so close to Sadie that when people ask who her best friend is, she doesn’t hesitate to give her name. She has a pretty big resentment for Charlie (while also being thankful for him). She loves Carrie and wishes things could be different for her … for all of them. And when Sam was here, she loved him dearly … really believed that one day, he would jump up and grab the moon. Better than George Bailey. But of all Mom and Daddy’s friends, maybe the funniest is Steph.

For many years, Emma didn’t really know who Steph Armstrong was. She heard her name kind of a lot when her parents told stories about growing up in Catholic school, and she saw a few pictures around the house and around the Doyles’ place. But it wasn’t until around the time Veronica was born that Steph started to come around in their lives more often … often enough so that she really became Mom and Daddy’s friend again. In the process, she became Emma’s friend, too.

She thinks maybe she won’t ever quite forgive Mom and Daddy for letting Steph slip through the cracks for so long. Steph is amazing. She’s one of the hardest-working people Emma has ever even heard of, much less known personally, and her fashion sense is unparalleled. Steph is a painter by trade, but she’s in love with art no matter how it comes to her. Whenever they visit her on a trip to Detroit, Steph insists on watching at least one movie in her den with Emma. Tonight, that’s exactly what they’re doing.

It’s January 3, their last night before they have to head back to New York. Yesterday was sad (the seventh anniversary of Sam’s funeral), but today is all about celebrating the time they have together. Tonight, that means watching a movie with Steph. And tonight, Steph wants to watch Napoleon Dynamite.

“I love hearing Emma’s opinions,” she says as she pops a bunch of popcorn in the microwave. “She’s like a little Roger Ebert, but without the glasses.”

“Glasses are on the way,” Daddy adds. “We took her to the eye doctor after she couldn’t read the notes her English teacher put up on the overhead projector.”

“I can’t believe we pay all that money for a school that still uses overhead projectors,” Mom says. “Is it not 2010?”

“It’s been 2010 for like three days,” Emma says. “Everyone knows 2009 was a different ball game.”

“Well, glasses or not, your baby girl watches movies better than any grown-up I’ve ever known,” Steph says. “You’ve seen this one, haven’t you, Emma?”

“Of course I have,” Emma says. “Mom and I must have seen it in the theater like five times before I started fourth grade. I think we’re the ones who made it a trend.”

Steph smiles at Mom.

“Dr. Callaghan!” she says. “I didn’t know you liked movies about nerds.”

“I’m a professional nerd, Steph,” Mom says. “Of course I do.”

“Well, then,” Steph says as she hits PLAY on the DVD remote. “Even better.”

The movie is, as always, a good time. Emma remembers Christmas in fourth grade, when Mom and Daddy got her that green shirt that said, “Napoleon, don’t be jealous that I’ve been chatting online with babes all day.” She remembers how Daddy almost cried thinking about how much Sam would have loved watching the movie. She looks over at him now to see if he’s still feeling that way. Thank God he’s smiling.

At the end of the movie, Napoleon and Deb are playing tetherball, and Steph is weepy in her La-Z-Boy. Katie, at the other end of the den, tells her to toughen up. But Steph doesn’t listen. She moves her head in time with the last song in the soundtrack – “The Promise” by When in Rome.

“Oh, I love this one,” Steph says. “I’m sweepin’ up, I’m sweepin’ up the right words to say.”

Everyone in the room holds back a laugh, even Emma. Steph looks around with a furrowed brow.

“What?” she asks. “What did I get wrong this time?”

“Oh, honey,” Katie says. “It’s just … of all the songs to get wrong, you really did have to pick the one that talks about knowing the right words to say.”

“Well, what are the right words? That way, I can go ahead and say them.”

Katie looks over at Emma.

“Emma?” she says. “If you know the words, why don’t you take this one?”

“Me?” Emma asks. “Why should it be me?”

“Because you don’t have to live with her.”

Emma sighs. She looks at Steph and braces for impact, whatever that impact may be.

“Steph,” she says. “The words are ‘I’m sorry, but I’m just thinking of the right words to say.’”

Steph turns a little pink and doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then she throws her head back and laughs – really, truly laughs. Emma breathes a long sigh. And to think, she wasn’t sure what was about to happen there.

“Well!” Steph says. “At least now I know what I’ll quote when I fuck up another song.”

She makes herself laugh a little more, and Emma laughs, too. She doesn’t know anybody else like Steph … nobody else with such a great sense of humor about themselves, nobody else who respects themselves while also refusing to take life too seriously. She must know something the rest of everybody in the world can’t find.

But dammit, Emma thinks, she’s going to learn it, too.

[amingethia]

what does your url mean?

Buckle up, babe, its time for a story!

(TLDR, a character name I made)

(Actual Translation at the bottom)

When I was a wee lass, about middle school, a show some of you may know called Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles came out in 2012.

Now I was already sort of acquainted with the ninja turtles, but when I actually watched the show, my little mind blew like Mikey trying pizza for the first time.

I was also a gifted writer. I’m actually pretty talented at writing and letting words flow on a page, and I already had a VASTLY rich imagination. So naturally, I made a self-insert OC.

Now I decided I wanted to be close to the turtles so I made the OC their little sister. I was 11 at this time and they were 15, so she was 4 years younger than them.

Then I had to name this OC. I went through a variety of ideas, from Italian to a female renaissance painter to the French word for turtle (Tortue Marin) but eventually I decided since Yoshi is Japanese, he’ll have chosen a Japanese name. So I settled with Ming.

So I had an 11-year-old, blonde, blue-eyed, white OC named Ming.

Yeahhhhhh… I wasn’t great at names back then but moving along.

I think originally she WAS Asian, because I wanted her to be Splinter’s daughter. Then it was revealed KARAI was Splinter’s daughter, so I settled with adopted self-insert.

Buuuuut then I got bored.

It wasn’t enough for Ming to be just a ninja who was raised by mutants, no no no! I gave her powers. At first, just water powers. Then shapeshifting, then ALL the elements, then mainly fire and rock.

I also bounced around the idea for her “alter-ego” because, yknow, she was a superhero!

So, lame as it sounds, I basically took Cat Noir and Catwoman, without actually knowing either of them, and made CatGirl. Lame. But she dressed all in black and had a tail and claws. That was cool. She also had fangs.

THENNNNNNN I got bored again. This was about the time the 2016 Out Of The Shadows movie came out. By this time, I was head over heels in the franchise. I’d even made a best friend because of it, and shared my OC and fanfictions with her.

So I figured, since the turtles were 15 in the first movie, and the second came out only a year later, making them 16, Ming’s age was 11 in the first and 12 in the second. And I had made a special plan for when she turned 12.

(Spoilers, btw, for anybody following me on fanfiction.net (Starblood666) and hasn’t finished reading Little Sister, Secret Weapon)

I decided Ming would meet her true family. I was already playing with the idea of my father being the Devil which is a WHOLE other can of worms for a different day. So why shouldn’t Ming’s father be the Devil, too?

At first Ming was an only child with black hair and cat eyes in her demon form. Then it changed. I decided if the Devil had kids, his wife would, logically, be an angel. They would have to be permanently separated and of course, duh, they’d have twins!

At first it was, one twin would be an angel and the other a demon, but then it changed to both being demons. Ming’s twin brother was named Damien. (Of course. I’m so lame at names)

But that meant Ming couldn’t be her REAL name if she had a REAL family. So I started trying to think up a long pretty sounding name for a demon princess. I wanted Ming to be sorta in the middle so it was a nickname option. Damien still called her Ming.

At first it was Almingthea, but the L felt awful on the tongue and tbh, I sorta forgot that name for a couple months until it was fanfiction time again.

So I reinvented it to Amingethia. Long, random, pretty sounding, Ming in the middle, and the best part? If you googled those letters exactly that way, and turned off the “Did you mean…” nothing came up. It was an identity that felt like it was really and truly MINE.

But a long name isn’t enough without a translation. So I made one.

TRANSLATION

What does my name mean?

Ami means weak. Ingethia means powerless.

Amingethia means Weak and Powerless.

[snaileymau]

APHMAU HEADCANNONS <3

my hcs for the characters :) (pt 1)

aphmau

- cis, “het”

-billie eilish/ariana grande stan

-has naturally curly hair but straightens it

-twitter user

-one time she had a crush on the girl but she just denied it. and repressed that feeling. i doubt she recovered

-smells like vanilla

aaron

-7:1 shampoo

-uses AXE body spray

-listens to hollywood undead and eminem only

-likes to watch “how its made” on the history channel

-neurodivergent

-cishet

katelyn

-woman lover (trademarked)

-she/they

-asexual

- listens to glass animals and surf curse

-smells like coconut

- not good at makeup

-wears nike shoes

- and under aurmor sweaters

-her and jeoffrey like to take abby to aquariums because abbys special intrest is sharks :O

KC

-doesnt go by fuckin “kawaii~chan” but goes by kacey :D

-shes got a backbone! perks of having older siblings

- allergic to dogs/werewolves :(

-smells like strawberrys and flour

-bi 

-TRANSGIRL!!

-loves mitski and clario

-so bad at painting 

garroth 

-plays piano

-wears lynx africa

-fuckin fruity dude. 

-cis and a himbo

-unironically watches riverdale

-likes the offspring and shawn mendes

laurence

-unironically loves cyndi lauper (prob canon)

- omni

-cries when his fave soccor team looses a game

-sings into his hairbrush like its a microphone

-cis

-really good at 8ball dont ask how

-fave movie is the bee movie

dante

-has 10k on tiktok

-straight trans dude

-hollywood undead AND deana carter guy. duality

-smells like pine

-loves playing CoD

-him and gene are close!! good siblings!

-THE most supportive dude ever

-not crusty

travis

-he/they

-unlabeled!

-hes like musicals unironically

-(be more chill and beetlejuice are his faves)

-shops at the vans store

-brooklyn 99 enjoyer

-poser skater

lucinda

-lesbian

-transgirl society leader

-cat lady

-smells like inscense

-loves sabrina comics

-calls people ‘honey’ and ‘babe’ all the time /pos

-painter!

gene

-i have so many sk headcannons lets go okay

-cis mlm

-does him and his friends peircings

-love language is gift giving

-acts tough abut really just a nerd

-will die for his friends/family but everyone else is dirt on the ground to him

-mentally ill (canon propably srry king)

-shops at forever21 LMAO

-when dante first came out as ftm gene cut his hair and took him shopping (tried to make him emo but gave it up eventually)

-uses the hot topic disney villian perfume

-listens to mccafert and blink 182 exclusively

-fucked up his nose with a peircing fail and had to get surgery

sasha

-she/her

-does stick and pokes on herself and has over 180, she does one every few days :D

- wears contacts

-pansexual

-ace spectrum

-does genes eyeliner for him

- cuts her own hair 

-packs her friends extra snacks that she knows they like everytime they go out

-has asthma

-sometimes she tells people she has that tumbler genesis disease just to fuck with them. its a lie.

zenix

-nonbinary 

-smells like campfire

-hates sweet food

-too scared to let sasha give them tatoos

-listens to ajj and loveoy

-has a scar over theyre eye from a bird

zane

-autism

-cis

-aromantic!

-allergic to gluten

- hates cats

-listens to mcr but in secret loves dollly parton

vylad

-transguy

-bi

-smells like cofee and old books

-scared of fire

-allergic to alot of stuff, nuts, gluten, grass, animals, milk, eggs, ect 

-listens to cavetown and conan gray

-loves watercolor

[hxt1b]

A Painters Muse

Yuta x Reader 

Requested Prompt 48 My Muse - @applesvirtualasst​

WC: 482 

Masterlist 

Prompt List 

A/N: This was requested by one of my best friends, so I hope you like it homie. <3 

Yuta was staring at you as you painted on the coffee table sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room. You’d look up at him and then back down at your canvas. Your lips pouted as you focused. 

He was mesmerized. You’d asked him to sit still whilst you painted him, and he found that it wasn’t that hard, considering he was allowed to just freely stare at you. 

Well, he thought it was easy at first until he wanted to grab you, the way you kept pouting your lips and licking them every so often had him squirming in his seat. 

“How much longer babe?” He asked. You looked up to him your hair falling into your face as you did. You squinted as you swiped at it getting paint on your face. A brown colour that you were using for his hair. 

“Not long I’m almost done. Are you getting tired?” 

Yuta cleared his throat, “No not tired exactly, but it has been an hour.” You looked over at him, and you realized what was actually making him squirm. Your mouth forming in the shape of an O. 

“Okay okay, I’ll be quick. Just gotta finish this bit right here.” You finished up adding what you called the highlights in his hair and grinned at the portrait. 

“Before I turn it towards you and show it to you. I just wanna say that I know I’m not the best painter but you inspired me.” 

“So, I’m your muse.” He replied a cocky smile taking over his lips. You licked your lips again and shyly nodded. 

“I guess you could say that you're my muse.” 

“Okay let’s see then.” 

You shyly turned the canvas towards him. He took in the painting and tried to hold in his laughter but he couldn’t. He slipped onto the floor next to you taking you into his arms as you began to frown. 

“No, no babe I swear it’s great I just didn’t expect for it to look like that.”  You frowned down at your painting. Granted you were no expert and painting was your hobby and you never did portraits it was just something about your boyfriend that made you feel like you had to try. But even you had to admit it looked awkward kind of like an elementary school kid painted it. But none the less you were offended still. 

You grumbled against his chest and moved to push him off but he just held you tighter. 

“I’m not helping you with your problem anymore.” You said. His arms loosening around you.  

“Y/N I didn’t mean to offend you! I swear I love it!” But he was still laughing. Your frown only deepened and you got up moving away from him. 

“Yeah, you can handle your problem yourself.” You crossed your arms over your chest and left the living room. You could hear him scrambling to get up whining after you as you charged towards your bedroom.