#dont mind the colors too much this was done quickly

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trying out a new brush

[littledollll]

hey i’ve noticed your request are open

1 hope your doing okay

2 can i request a age regression fic Lucifer or Larissa if you’re comfortable with doing these if not that is obviously okay 😊

if Lucifer ,can it be where reader was in meeting with Lucifer and leaves half way through because they can feel there going to slip but to get out the meeting to go slip they say there “going to the bathroom” but Lucifer had all ready caught on to the signs reader needed to slip because they were just staring at their wings the whole meeting so once reader gone to the “bathroom” Lucifer ends the meeting there to go comfort and spend to with there tiny one

if Larissa could it be r being shape shifter as well so when there in little space they shift into the age they’re feeling …. reader sat with Larissa in her office doing some work . while Larissa to focused on work reader slips away into their shared bedroom with out being noticed by Larissa (or so they thought) so she can slip into little space with out being a “bother” to Larissa and distract her from work but Larissa obviously notices . after R been gone for 5 minutes that when Larissa had suspected r might slipped and she gets up to find R as a toddlers sat on their bed with colouring books and stuffies and Larrisa just sits with R and cuddles and plays with her till Larissa tells her that r now has to go to bed as it is late

also if decide to do one i dont mind which one or if like both use both ☺️ hope have good time with all your writing and look after yourself i dont mind waiting as long it takes you to write

🍄-anon

Magic!

Larissa weems x little!reader

A/n: YOURE BACK (I see u👀) , both of these ideas are so damn cute but I already have one for Lucifer very similar to that so we’re doing Rissa!

No warnings?

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Larissa spent most if not all her time honestly, working. It wasn’t personal, you never took it to be either. You enjoyed her company, regardless of how quiet it could be at times. Like now, you watched read and re-read documents and emails a thousand times, the ocasional tired or disappointed sigh escaping her.

Originally you had been doing work along side her but your work load was alot lighter than hers of course. As soon as you were done you settled for laying on the couch watching her. She caught on quickly, eyes darting up to you for a moment once she noticed, sending a smile your way before going back to work. She did that often, every few minutes she’d check in, and continue. Not that you noticed since you were mostly zoned out after a while.

After a while you could feel that little feeling running over your body. Waking you up slightly. You looked back at Larissa, truly looked and saw her typing away. It would take a minute or an hour before she was done, no inbetween so you stood without a word, and happily walked into your shared room.

She wouldn’t mind it, you knew that well enough. But a little you bored out of their mind in her office while she’s working wouldn’t let her do much at all. And you couldn’t just decide to hide it since your body got so used to changing to accommodate your headspace.

So, you settled for distracting yourself. Easy enough task. You headed into the comfort of your bed room and settled on the bed with a few of your favorite items, you’d definitely draw something for her when she got back! Genius!, you thought. And got to work.

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You were discreet, yes. But Larissa knew you too well, not long after you left she looked at the time and promised herself, “Just finish this and you can go.” Turns out you were perfect motivation since it wasn’t more than a few minutes before she was able to follow behind you.

The sight she was met with made her wish she had come in recording. A little you sat on their bed, watching tv and coloring very diligently. You look so excited just to see her come in and you very strictly demanded she come to you, which she was more than happy to do.

“What do we have here, sweetheart?” Larissa was quick to ask as she sat on the bed and kissed your head. You quickly held out one of your drawings with a bright smile on your face, “for momma!”

“Oh sweet one, thank you so so much! You are absolutely precious, thank you pretty one this is wonderful.” Larissa’s reaction made you giddy as she praised your work and littered your face with kisses all over.

“I’ll be adding this to my lovely collection, how does that sound sweetheart?” You nodded excitedly and practically jumped into her arms, snuggling up to her.

“Okay we like that idea! Can you give mama a second to get ready for bed and I’ll join you for cuddles right after?” Larissa asked, and you gasped dramatically. “How know?” “That’s mommas little secret, darling.” Truth was the second she settled into bed she noticed how you immediately cuddled up to her side, probably ready for bed. “Magic!” You giggled and nodded and reluctantly letting her go.

You busied yourself playing with your stuffies and watching tv until she came back. The ocasional yawn escaping you which she heard clearly since you were adorably loud. Which reminded her to give you a gentle reminder, “don’t rub your eyes, my little love, you could get hurt and they’ll be all puffy!” Just as you were about to. How the heck did she see you from the bathroom? Magic! It’s the only explanation to all of this.

In no time Larissa was back at your side and helping you clear out to bed, ready for sleep. The second she laid back on the bed you were quick to cuddle up to her and Larissa wrapped her arms around carefully you and let you cling to her. Thankfully it never took you long to fall asleep when you were small. Feeling comfortable and protected as Larissa held you close.

[mutualaidforalll]

Commissions Open!!

Hi everyone its Mod Vash!

I've said in a previous post, but I'm trying to earn money to fly out to visit my boyfriend for his birthday. Due to circumstances outside of my control, I have to leave my job, so I'm relying on work from family and neighbors to scrape by, so I'm opening up some commissions for both art made by me and character edits! More information under the cut so this doesn't get too long. (cw some of my art might be mildly eye straining to some people)

Please keep in mind that I am disabled and will work as best as I can to get your commission to you, but I might not be as quick as some others. All the commission money will go to saving up to visit my partner for a milestone birthday and helping pay down some debts!

GOAL: $600 (flights + budget for out there)

Slots open: 5

I have synesthesia, so if you commission me to do art of your name or a song you really enjoy, I will draw what I see with it.

For a simple kaleidoscope (or similar) commission, it would be $5, here are some examples of what I've made for simple names with simple backgrounds. These are probably the fastest and easiest for me to make, as I can get a good amount of colors and shapes from names and sounds down quickly.

The next tier up is still a synesthesia based drawing but it is more complex- a background/more detailed drawing. These will range from $8-15 depending on how complex you want the background and how complex the name/song is- ex, lacrimosa with a cathedral background would be $15 because that would take me a while, but the name Sasha and water would most likely be $8 or so since it would be easier and quicker. I only have one example of this, shown below. (Example would have been $10 due to shading and lighting)

Moving on from synesthesia is character bust shots, probably my weakest skill- but I can guarantee I will try my best. They will start at $15 and go up depending on how complex the character, how long I think it will take me, and how much detail you want included. and I will only do bust shots since I'm not good at bodies yet. Complex backgrounds are an extra $2. Below are some examples of recent bust shots of characters I've made. The first image would be $15 since the background is simple and the colors are flat, but the 2nd would be closer to $20/22 due to the background being multiple layers and having skin and hair texture.

The last thing I offer (for now) is character edits, where you can send me a picture of a character and I'll edit them however you like. These will start at $5 and go up, $1 for each character in the picture and an $1 per picture in a set. Super complex edits (like adding a lot of new hair and texturing it, or changing clothes) would cost extra, but small edits like changing the hair style or adding/removing makeup or piercings or anything would not be an extra charge. (i.e, you want me to edit one picture with one character in it and that would be $5, one picture with 2 characters would be $6, a set with the same single character with 2 pictures would $6, a set with 2 characters and 2 pictures would be $8, so on.) I dont have a ton of examples of this since I haven't done it in a while but I have a few from a while back. Super complex edits (like adding a lot of new hair and texturing it, or changing clothes) would cost extra, but small edits like changing the hair style or adding/removing makeup or piercings or anything would not be an extra charge. These catra edits would have only been $5 since they were simple edits, just changing her hair color and adding some makeup and piercings.

I have a paypal, venmo, and a chime account, if your interested in commissions please dm me through here and we can work something out!

[bubbelpop2]

Soup spell- A guided soup-spell making reading experience.

Spell is titled "imperfect perfection"

Intended effects: A sense of peace with life. Confidence that you can fix past mistakes using your knowledge and skills.

Requires: Minced mushrooms, or a food processor. A pot. Something to stir with. Spices that make you happy. Milk. Water. Heavy whipping cream (which is cheap, but butter can substitute just fine)- olive oil, which can be substituted with other oils or butter, but other oils suck.

Special instructions: Move slowly, with purpose. Breathe deeply. Know your intent. Keep it in your mind. Say it over and over, if you have to. You will not fail. You will not fail. Repeat it.

To burn things, have them on a high heat. To simmer things, have them on a low heat.

Put olive oil in a pot.

Fry spices in it.

Chili, garlic, onion, turmeric

Add chicken bouillon (three small scoops)

Briefly fry mushrooms in it. Stir it. Turn the heat high. Let them burn slightly, without cooking them internally.

Then, take them out and set them to the side.

With the leftover spiced olive oil that has slightly burnt garlic in it, crack three large eggs into it, and quickly stir them, as if you're in a panic. Preferably local farm fresh eggs, but just use what you have access to. It's important that you use what is most easily available to you.

When the eggs start to thicken, remove the egg-oil mixture from the stove. Congratulations! You've technically made spiced mayonnaise! You're halfway done.

Now, put the mushrooms in the food processor. Or, if the mushrooms are minced, add them to the pot, and let them simmer.

If you DIDN'T mince them beforehand, put the mushrooms in the pot, whole, and let the soup simmer.

Let it simmer until the eggs curdle. Until the eggs look ugly. Until they look disgusting. Until they look like puke.

Then, put the whole soup in the food processor. Don't care about spilling it. Don't think about it. Because messes can be cleaned. Messes can be cleaned. Repeat it.

Blend it harshly and quickly. Let the soup spill out of the sides of the food processor, if you accidentally made the soup too big to fit it. If you dont have a food processor, vigorously whisk the curds until they're uniform and smooth and slightly chunky.

Then, leave it in the blender. Wipe off you hands. Grab another pot, if you need one. Or reuse the original pot.

Now, put heavy whipping cream in the pot. Put three small scoops of chicken bouillon in it. Put three small scoops of salt. Mix them. Turn on the heat. Wait until the cream changes color because of the bullion, and then pour the original soup back into the pot.

You fixed it. You fixed it. But you're not done. You're not done. Wipe off the processor. Wipe off the counter. Wipe off the whisk. Fix your messes. You will fix your messes. Repeat it.

Then, stir the soup until it's uniform.

Depending on whether or not you accidentally added too much oil and made the soup too rich to enjoy in large quantities-- add milk and water. Stir it. Taste it. Stir it again. Until you understand that the world can be influenced to suit your preferences, whether you make mistakes or not.

Then, put your dishes firmly in the sink, grab a serving spoon, and share it with someone you love

[rogdona]

Look man- just wanna say your art is literally gorgeous bro- It's very catchy and cool- but uh- that aside- I hope ya don't mind the question- but would ya mind giving some few tips on how to draw anatomy and how you color? because your art is so pleasing to look at- like bruh it's so pretty-

first of all THANK UUUUU!!!! im sososos happy u like my art!!!!!!!!!💕🌺🌷💕🌺🌷💕🌺🌷❤️♥️💕🌺🌷💕♥️❤️🌹🌹❤️♥️🌺💕!!!!!

i dont mind the question at all!! ill give u some tips on how i draw!!

BTW! these are just some tips ab what i do to draw the way i do, this is not an universal rule let alone mandatory!!

NOW ONTO THE STUFF U CAME FOR! under a read more so i dont clog ur dash bc i got kinda tecnical w some of it..! IT GOT WAY TOO LONG IM SORRY!!!

lets start with color then!! 🎨

i always see ppl saying that color theory is rlly hard and they never understand it, and tbh u dont need to learn it in depth at all!!

to make colors look good you need to think them as a group instead of choosing them individually...

though what i do is different, theres a post going around that says tinting all the colors w one brings the drawing together, and it does!! its a p good tip if u dont want to eyeball it like i do!!

but heres my process; lets say u have a sketch and an idea of what colors you want; your character is in a forest walking through the trees! what i do is choose background color and start from there

if you chose a cool color, when you start painting the rest of the picture drag the hue a little closer to blue or purple! if you chose a warm one, closer to yellow or red! if you want your drawing to have a greenish tint drag it closer to green or yellow! you get the gist of it, bring the colors closer! if theyre on opposite sides of the wheel it might be difficult, but usually bringing them closer to gray does a good job!!

also unless youre trying to get contrast on purpose, choosing colors w similar saturation(intensity!) helps unify the drawing!

say you want a drawing that is mostly grayish tones, make sure all your colors are desaturated (less intense, pigmented)

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now say you have an existing character w a set color palette (we'll take my character elias as an example) and want to draw him in green and yellow or bright magenta and blue

i saw this explanation on a tiktok long ago but i literally cannot word it better and found it real useful

to translate the colors properly u need to think them on a scale, which ones are the darkest, lightest, and where does the rest sit?? Once you have that you can make ur own scale w the colors you want to use, and as long as the difference between the colors stay mostly the same u will be able to translate them p much to whatever!!

my drawing was done quickly so its not the best example but u get me

i think thats it for color now, but if i think of something else ill add it and tell u!!

now onto anatomy 🧍🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️

and ill be honest w u here, i have no clue how i learned anatomy, let alone how to teach u but ill try my best here!!

and tbh, learning every bone, muscle, etc is smth rlly tedious to me so i cannot assist u there bc i dont know

ALSOO references are ur best buddy, use them!! even if its not the exact pose or angle ur wanting to draw it can help u visualize what u want and tell u what goes where!!

even if its not for the pose or angle, a skeleton can help u see how the body part works!! i look at animal skeleton legs all the time to help me draw my ocs!!!

but yeah!! i think anatomy is smth that u shouldnt take very seriously bc most of what gives personality to characters is exageration!! or made up parts!!

but like, if u want to know my way of drawing smth specific u can tell me!! i have no problem showing u how i do things!!

but since i wasnt very helpful when it comes to anatomy, im taking the liberty of adding an extra bullet point to the post

composition!! 🌇🌃🌆🏙️

composition is the way you show the image, how you place things in your drawing!!

in school they make us take audio-visual production classes, which truly isnt as interesting as it sounds but they taught us some p cool photography tips that also apply to drawings!!

one of them is the rule of thirds! basically, you divide the canvas in 9 equal parts, and the places where the lines join are the places where the eyes are most drawn to!! heres an example i found on the internet

so if you place something on those spots it will get the attention, bc the brain is used to the focus being on the center so taking it out of there makes u want to look why (or at least thats the explanation they gave me!)

also, to draw even more attention to those spots u can make a visual path that leads there!! here some crude examples by yours truly

the first one traces a path up to his head, the second one all start from there outwards

they also gave us tips for cropping images though these dont rlly matter that much, but like for example it looks better if u dont crop it at the joints, and if a character is looking somewhere you should leave some space in the direction they are looking to! heres some doodles to show u what i mean

i used to have a document full of things like that for photography but i cant find it rn, if i do ill tell u!!

moving onto the final thing, this is not quite a composition thing but rather something to give characters more personality: make them interact w their enviroment!

rather than standing looking at the camera make them use, touch, see whats around them, even if u draw them in a blank space the way they take it up shows u a lot ab them

for ex, if theres a wall they can lean on it, if theres a window they can be looking through it(maybe u can see them from the outside! framing inside framing was also smth that they taught us in that class!) if theyre standing they can be fixing their sleeves, holding their hands behind their back, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear, scratching their neck, etc!

AND YEAH!! thats what i keep in thought when i draw!! i hope u find it at least a little useful or interesting ahdhjska ill admit i got a little carried away but i love drawing and these are topics that interest me

ty for the ask!!! 💕 👋

[beach-boyzz]

i'd love to hear about tiramisù (your oc...!)

Hi omg this is like from 83929281919 months ago u dont have to answer but I finally feel like rambling about my ocs again teehee… :3

Tiramisu is 24 years old and he’s a vento aureo oc!! He works for la squadra and is a little bit goofy (he is actually insane)

He spent a lot of his childhood alone with not very many friends, and as he got older he ended up getting cheated on, and having a lot of the only few people he was very close to end up leaving him for other people (even if it wasn’t romantic) Even at home he didn’t really have peace because he was different and did not get social cues, which led to him being seen as weird and yelled at for being rude.

So he honestly grew up rather miserable and moody, very defensive, paranoid and with intense emotions/mood swings he did not know how to regulate. In his youth he also made a lot of bad decisions just so he could feel like there were people who would love him, or not to lose the few people he’d have. Which ended up making it even worse and even made him lose his sense of identity.

Years into the future, he started college, He ends up coming out to his parents. They weren’t supportive and it leads to this huge fight between Tira and his parents because he was dependent on them. Overwhelmed by the emotions, he decided to quit and not deal with them anymore, promising himself he’d find a way to pay what he owed the college on his own.

Due to the strong emotions he felt at the moment, everything hit him at once and awakened his stand, [WEST END GIRLS]. The stands ability is to transform the environment into an abstract world, and matches the emotion of the user. (Mad equals sharpness and glitches in the world, with colors usually associated with anger, and is usually more dangerous as an example) His stand is very draining and he can’t stop it/control it coming out very well, so he doesn’t try to use it often. (As well as the danger to others)

He soon joined Passione, to try and make up the money he owed quickly and also thinking he could use his ability as an advantage. (he was more naive then) When doing Polpo’s trial, Polpo believed the stands ability to bring the user and the target into a warped world could work great for a stealthy assassination so he was assigned to La Squadra. Though as Tira got used to his stand, He used it less and went on missions less (or did not use his stand) and instead helps more with important errands or paperwork.

As the events in Golden Wind happen though, Tira gets more and more stressed until his stand begins to warp his mind. He begins to get in arguments with the other members, distancing himself from everyone and engaging in reckless behaviors. Soon he even leaves.

When he finally sees his team again, He finds Risottos dead body. As well as Anguille, the leader of a team outside of Passione who used to work with the Capo. Overwhelmed with survivor’s guilt and a lack of caring for his own life, he blames Anguille for everything that has happened and attacks him. Anguille’s stand notices before Tiramisu can hurt him and grabs him away. (The stand is made out of large Morray eels, So his arm is crushed and completely bitten into, as well as getting a small bite on his face) Razze, The Capos younger brother then knocks him out with his electric stand, and they leave Tiramisu with Tonno to heal/watch him while they continue to investigate.

When Tiramisu wakes up, He is temporarily untied to be healed by the overly trusting Tonno and he takes this chance to run away and take some money with him. Tiramisu knows he has done too much to return back, and even if his team did survive he could not face them like he did.

[suppenzeit]

Once again GL, maybe GB studying Lexi and makeup routine? :)

makeup people dont come for me one of my masc traits is that i barely know what a makeup is

Greaseball really should’ve started getting ready after Electra got ready. He’d already taken off his leather coat, getting way too warm sitting on the edge of Electras bed, watching as he’d meticulously painted a new pattern into the stars on his cheeks. How he kept his hand so steady Greaseball didn’t know.

Seemingly satisfied with his work, Electra put his brush away and began looking through one of his desk drawers in a rather inelegant way. He’d gotten both of his legs on the chair, one leg upright and the other crossed as he rummaged through the drawer, occasionally taking out different containers. The leg against his chest really impeded his mobility, as he was only able to rummage one-handed, the other used for ferrying products to the desk. After he’d accumulated a small pile on his desk he seemed satisfied and closed the drawer. He opened a container, and picked out another brush, quickly inspecting it before starting to spread some more white on his face.

“You going for an all white look, baby?” Greaseball was sure Electra could pull it off, it was just that Electra had always been full of color. It would be very odd to see him in all white.

Electra paused his painting to look at Greaseball for a moment before going back to what he was doing.

“Oh, this is just so when I put on color it shows up better”

“Ah” Greaseball said it like he understood what Electra said. He did not.

“But I could come up with an all white look, if you’d like?” Electra finished the white portions and looked through his other products, contemplating what exactly to do next.

“Nah, nah, I was just curious. I don’t know anything about that stuff”

“I could teach you sometime,” he looked at Greaseball out of the corner of his eye, smirking “maybe even get you fancied up”

Just the mental image made Greaseballs face scrunch up.

“Fat chance, darlin”

Electra chuckled and picked out a shade of blue to spread on his eyelids, starting out on the inner corner and moving outwards. And Greaseball had to admit that while he was pretty much clueless, watching Electra work was pretty satisfying. He switched to a slightly darker shade of blue, blending it into the blue he’d put on previously. Then to a purple, adding only a little bit before moving onto a striking red. He finished out his coloring with more of a pinkish color. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, turning and tilting his head. Then he grabbed a white tube and a black tube from the corner of his desk and opened the white tube, which revealed itself to be more of a pen. With it, Electra drew a line from the outer corners of his eyes. White eyeliner then (eyeliners were one of the very few things Greaseball actually knew of, after Electra had fussed over them for enough time)? Apparently not, as Electra opened the black tube to add the actual eyeliner. And with that, Electra seemed rather pleased with himself. 

“Damn, baby, looking gorgeous as ever” And he did! Electra always managed to look perfect. Looking back, even at the race there wasn’t a hair out of place.

“Well, just wait until I’m done”

Opening some more containers, Electra began spreading glitter all over his eyelids. Of course, it wouldn't be Electra without copious amounts of glitter. Greaseball really should’ve guessed it. He didn’t mind it, per se, it was just that it got everywhere. And it was hard to look imposing with stray pieces of glitter stuck to his face.

“Ok so now, are you done?”

“Three more things, big guy”

Just three more things, he could deal with that. They weren’t in a hurry.

First thing was blush. It didn’t stand out too much from Electras skin, aside from the slight glitter effect it had.

Next was lipstick, a shade he’d used many times before. And Greaseball knew from experience that it didn’t smudge, no matter how much they made out (which had been a problem before, he’d once gone an embarrassingly long time with lipstick smudged on his face).

Lastly, Electra grabbed a little spray bottle to spray his face with. Greaseball had no clue what it’s purpose was, but he was glad that Electra was finally done.

“And there,” Electra turned to face Greaseball and did a pose “do you like it?”

He did look amazing, and so perfectly him.

“Shit, baby, every time you just blow me away”

“Sweet talker”

Electra rose up from the chair and stretched a little before picking out his clothes for the night. A blue low v-neck shirt, red leather pants (he made sure to angle himself just right to put them on to rile Greaseball up), a red padded leather jacket and a pair of blue lightning bolt earrings. They looked so good together.

Putting his own leather jacket on, Greaseball let Electra lead the way. And so they left, ready to make the whole world jealous.

[wanderlust2am]

As much as I hate to admit it, I still wonder why everything feels as if it was so easy for you.

I wonder if you think of me and if you do, what are your thoughts about? I wonder if they weigh more positive than negative. I spent too much of my time on you wondering if you would ever turn back to me, or even just take the time to think of me. I hate to admit that as much as I say I dont, I still do. Everything that I do, I think about you. When will it change?

I think about your day to day activity and who you must be entertaining, I wonder if you ever miss me when you come across a conversation where you used to have with me. Then, I start to think about all the things you said and done to me when we were together and when we were separating and it hurts to imagine that someone who loved me so much could also do so much.

I wonder if there is just a great depth of wronging that I owe the Lord, that I must repay. I can’t help it.

I pray to the Lord about you, even when I lie to him that you no longer cross my mind and your name no longer lingers through my thoughts. But even he knows that is a lie, but he too saw it all and carries me so carefully because he saw the endless nights where I wanted to give up on myself. I wonder if you had those same nights as I did, whether it was days, weeks or months after our parting where you felt my absence so deep in your heart, you wondered if you did the right choice.

I can’t imagine you having those nights though, because on so many nights the pain was so deep to carry that I swallowed sleeping pills in order not to think of it anymore. I dreamed of us and wondered how you would come back and what our conversation would consist of. Now, I cant imagine having another conversation with you anymore. You feel so far gone, I cant believe you were once mine. I do not know you anymore, and you do not know me anymore. I dont know what hurts more.

It hurts to know that in order for me to move forward, I have to leave you in the past. I begin to think of what a difficult decision that was more me, but how easy it was for you. I hate how things changed so quickly between us, and I hope that one day you realize I did not hold all the wronging. I hope you realize how much you hurt me, and I hope you feel me when you begin to think that I no longer linger in your mind.

I miss you. And it humbled me to know that you no longer miss me, and you stopped missing me long before you left me. I love you, still even. And it hurts to know that you do not love me, and you do not long for me.

It is okay though, we dated for a short period of time and the truth is we are so young. I think about you moving on and finding a woman who will live the life that I daydreamed with you on. But the truth is, it is the same for me. I will find someone who loves me so unconditionally, it makes me wonder why I even felt like this to begin with. This pain will all feel so silly. I know I hurt and I cry because of the pain that was brought upon me after our breakup, but I also get excited to know that I love so deeply and I love so wholeheartedly and I will do it again. And because a love like mine exists, I am bound to receive it again.

Everything that I do now and interests me know, are things that were not consuming me before. My goals are different and my perspectives are different, I am starting to forget who you fell in love with. I feel like I am falling in love with myself and I can not be more happy for this journey to continue. I wonder what the path will look like, I am starting to see new colors.

As much as i do not admit it, i hope you are well - but at the same time, please think of me every now and then.

I am sorry for the space that I did not give you, I hope that breaking my heart fixed yours. I really hope my absence brought you peace. I know that one day my pain will feel silly, to be completely honest It is starting to feel silly. I think about the things i did and said and feel embarrassed and wonder what was going through your mind when you witnessed that. Because someone who foolish of me to bend over like that for you.

Thats life. The sorrow brought me closer to the Lord and I look forward for his embrace at night when he listens to my thoughts and carries my heart gently. He truly never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself.

[omiscurls]

Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

(Pina Colada Anon) Mark: SHOOT HIM! HE'S THE IMPOSTER! Dark: No, he is the imposter! Shoot him! Y/N, setting down the gun and walking over to both of them: I have two hands, don't worry.

(Hope you dont mind I turn this into a fic ghdhgh bc I haven't done any for ADWM on here)

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“You’re never, ever going to escape me. Not now-?!”

Out of nowhere, Mark ran in and tackled Dark as the world reverted back to its normal colors. 

You wondered where he had gone this whole time, but you could only stand there in bewilderment, watching the two pretty much fight to the death over you. Humorously enough they tried throwing punches with bags over their heads, which were quickly discarded. 

Dark tried glitching around to confuse Mark and gain the upper hand, though it ended up confusing you too as they were both identical, voices sounding the exact same.

Eventually one of them pulled out a gun, which got knocked away and slid directly towards you.

You huffed and picked up the weapon, looking up to see them still fighting and started to get annoyed. This isn’t what you signed up for.

“Alright. That’s enough! I’m settling this once and for all.”

Hearing a click, they froze and backed away from each other, seeing you standing there with the gun. Immediately they pointed at one another, once again yelling as they begged you to shoot the “Dark Mark.”

“He needs to die!”

“Shoot him!”

“No! Shoot him!!”

“He does bad things to good people!”

“He’s got weird eyes!”

You feel like you’ve seen this trope in dozens of movies--with identical clones forcing you to decide who’s the “fake” and praying you’re right if you kill them.

But then you wondered..

Why did this have to be like a dumb cliché movie? Can’t you make your own choice? Your own story?

Besides, you weren’t too keen on killing anybody on a first date. Maybe you can figure out some sort of compromise if these two really loved you that much. You knew Mark did but you weren’t sure about Dark.

Eh.

You made up your mind..

And calmly put the gun down.

Once Mark and Dark realized you weren’t aiming at them anymore, they slowly stopped arguing and just stared at you, confused. At first they thought you were gonna just walk away from the situation, leaving them with broken hearts, but no...you were walking towards them.

“Boys, boys..I’m flattered you’re fighting over me. But I have two hands, y’know.” You chuckle, taking Dark’s hand in your right and Mark’s in your left. “And I'm not gonna use them to kill, but to love you both."

Mark was taken aback by your smooth pickup line, a warm blush growing on his face. But he huffed and stared at the copycat. "What’s there to love about this idiot who interrupted our date? He's a liar and a cheat."

"As if you're any different." Dark snarled, reverting back to his original self. "What kind of fool "forgets" his wallet on the first date? You clearly have no shame in making them do everything for you. You can’t keep forcing them choose again and again!”

“Well at least I didn’t keep them hostage in a scary dark void-!”

“Hey. Nobody forced me to choose anything.” You huffed, making them both turn their gaze back to you. “So what if neither of you are perfect? You are to me, and that’s okay. Dark..I’d like to get to know you better. You seem a bit creepy but I’m not one to judge books by their covers.”

The entity’s shoulders visibly relaxed a little as he quietly nodded.

“And Mark, today has been fun and I don’t wanna end it on killing someone. Not a good impression to leave on a first date. Let’s talk about this over dessert and you guys can prove yourselves to me in your own ways, yeah?”

For a long moment they just stared at each other, then they looked at your hands. As much as they despised being together and having to share you, they didn’t wanna disappoint you on your first date.

Finally they sighed in defeat.

"Fine."

"Alright..but just this once. Maybe this won’t be so bad."

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ENDING 11: Swirl

TRY AGAIN?

[rommahh]

Better

Word Count: 3.9K

Pairing: Buckybarnesxfem!reader

{This is for @metalbuckaroo's challenge. I had this brewing for a minute but college has got in a chokehold. I chose prompt #30 from the given prompt list. I hope y'all like this read. Love, R}

Bucky trailed behind Y/N as she ignored his calls. Her boots clicked loudly in the small hallway as she rushed towards their shared apartment. Her keys shook in her hand, body tense with anxiety and anger.

Bucky reached her at the door, his hands loosely gripping her arms. Y/N shoved the door open, her body snapping away from his. Y/N haphazardly throws her keys in the small bowl that sat on the hallway side table.

Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she tried to remain calm.

“Y/N please, what is going on? Why are you so mad?” Bucky questioned, slamming the door behind him as his own frustrations started to catch up with him.

“I'm going to bed.” Is all she said to him without even meeting his eyes. She was quick to enter her room and lock the door before he could say anymore. Bucky stood behind her door in confusion. His body still tingled with the lasting effects of the shots he took hours prior.

Sitting on your bed, Y/N finally released. Her shoulders dropped, her body hunching over itself as the tears started flowing.

Y/N had been looking for Bucky for what felt like hours. He was her ride back to the apartment and having been at this party for over four hours- she was exhausted. There was a twinge of disappointment that lingered in her caused by Bucky's disappearance. He invited her to this party tonight but quickly left her to her own devices the moment the both of them walked through the frat’s doors.

The house was mainly empty except for the few lingering bodies that were drunkenly wandering around. She climbed up the stairs that lead to a common room on the second floor. Y/N’s cute white go-go boots were tight on your feet, making her wince at every step. Fashion was a moment type thing, not a four hour long excursion.

Y/N heard a group of voices leading from the common room once you reached the top of the stairs. She listened out waiting to see if she could hear Bucky’s voice before walking through the doors of the common room.

“I don't know why you hang out with that girl Bucky.” Her ears perked at his name. Y/N almost walked through the door but she took a step back to listen to what they were saying.

“Yeah, shes fucking weird.” The group laughed. “I mean look at how she dressed tonight. She’s wearing a costume.”

Y/N looked down at her 80’s inspired dress with a frown. She thought she looked cute tonight, Bucky said she looked cute. She couldn't stop blushing after she heard his words.

“She’s a freak barnes. All she does is follow you around. Are you sure you guys aren't dating?” One of the boys asked with a chuckle. No one said her name yet but she knew they were talking about her. She could tell.

“Y/N’s not that bad. She just doesn't have any friends. I don't like her like that, not my type. She's got that weird anxiety thing.” Bucky's voice finally sounded out from the group. Y/N heart hurt hearing his words. Weird anxiety thing?

“Yeah, making her a freak. So you're just friends with her out of pity? Are you at least getting community service hours?” The group laughed again, Bucky's deep laugh standing out to Y/N.

“You have a lot of strength for a man who's not getting any ass from the girl he's keeping company with. Shes weird as fuck but her body is still bangin. Have you ever copped a feel of her tits? I would hang out with the loser if I got to fuck her too.” Someone commented. Y/N felt bile rise in her throat. She could feel a panic attack approaching having heard the sexual comments about her body. She stepped out from around the wall into the common room. All eyes snapped up to her, some eyes widening in shock. Bucky just looked up, not catching on that his roommate may have heard the horrid words said about her.

“I-im ready to go home, Bucky.” She hadn't looked up from where her feet were rooted on the stained wood floors. Bucky slowly wobbled up from his seat. The rest of the guys watching quietly, some snickering at Bucky's submissiveness.

“Here sweets, you're gonna have to drive.” Bucky says handing his keys over to Y/N. Without looking at him, she snatches the keys from his hands and quickly retreats to his car. Bucky stumbles behind her confused by her attitude.

Y/N walked to Bucky’s car, arms covering whatever they could cover on her body. Her mind telling her she was unsafe, her anxiety telling her even worse things.

Bucky eyes burned from the headache he had. He felt physically ill as he woke up from the living room couch. Last night's activities blur in his mind, no clear memories presenting themselves. He sits up to rest his forearms on his knees trying to calm his bubbling stomach.

The first thing he notices as he comes to his senses is the lack of Y/N’s noise. Normally the small apartment would be filled with the sounds of her sunday playlist as she cleans about. He also doesn't smell her extra dark and strong coffee that she only makes for sundays. He doesnt smell her out of the can cinnamon rolls either that she would normally wake him up with on a small tray with said coffee.

He finds it odd that her presence is lacking in the apartment. Standing, he makes his way over to her room knocking on it slightly. He hears shuffling from the other side but no one comes to open the door.

“Hey sweets, everything ok?” He knocks again to gain her attention.

“I-Im fine Bucky, please go away.” She stutters out to Bucky. Bucky is shocked by her statement not used to being pushed away by her.

“Oh ok, just let me know if you need anything.” He says quietly.

Y/N remained the same way over the next few days. She rarely came out of her room when she was in the apartment leaving Bucky on his own. She stopped making him meals out of kindness or filling up his canisters of water for workouts. She stopped baking him treats as midday pick me ups. She didnt wait for him to get out of classes so they could gossip about what was going on on campus. She didnt bother him at all.

Bucky felt uneasy about Y/N’s silence. He was hurt by her sudden disappearance. Hurt that she could just ghost him without any reason. But there was a reason, Bucky just didnt remember.

Y/N sluggishly walked into the apartment after taking an extensive exam in one of her classes. She tried to walk quietly throughout the apartment to not catch the attention of Bucky. She walks softly on her feet close to the opening of the kitchen.

“Hey.” A quiet voice makes Y/N jump in her spot. Her mission of going unnoticed failed. Bucky leans against the kitchen counter that is parallel to the opening of the kitchen. His feet are crossed in front of him, hands holding a cup of tea.

“Hi.” Her tone matches his. She turns her body to face his, hands fidgeting with each other. She slightly moved from foot to foot, a trait that had been acquired out of nerves. Bucky recognized her tic, his heart constricting at the thought that he might have done something to cause it.

“Y/N, please, what's going on?” Bucky can see that she's not wearing one of her normal outfits that are adorned in bright colors and fun patterns. Instead, her body is covered in a boring sweater that hides most of her body. She wears a large pair of jeans underneath, a belt tightly bounding it to her body.

“Nothing Bucky.” She dismisses. Bucky feels his anger peak. A range of emotion he tried to hide away breaching over its point. He missed his best friend beyond belief and all she could give was a few words.

“It's not nothing Y/N!” He snaps slamming his mug of tea on the counter. Y/N flinches at the sound. Her hands start to shake, not out of fear of Bucky but from unwarranted anxiousness. “I've given you your space but its killing me. I miss you Y/N. I dont get what happened?”

Y/N feels her eyes well up with tears.

“You hurt me Bucky.” It was Bucky’s turn to flinch hearing her words. He hurt her?

“I don't know what I did though.” His voice sounded childlike as he whined.

“At the party, you let your friends talk poorly about me. You-you let them call me a freak and-and weird. They made fun of my clothes and said you were hanging out with me out of pity and you just sat there and laughed James!” Her voice rose with every word. Bits and pieces of that night float around in his head. He can slightly remember the conversation but nothing is clearly showing in his head.

“I'm sorry they said that Y/N but you know that's not true. We both know our relationship, I don't know why you're letting them get to you.”

“They talked about my anxiety. You talked about my anxiety!”

“That's it? That's why you're not talking to me?” He exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.

“You let them sexualize me!” The kitchen filled with an uncomfortable silence. Bucky’s exterior softened.

“What?” His tone was drastically softer than it was earlier.

“You just sat and listened to them as they talked about my body. They talked about my boobs and if youve had sex with me and you said nothing. They said that they would hang with the loser if they could fuck me...How could you let them say that about me?” Y/N whimpered. Her hands cradled her face as she sobbed. Bucky saw the way her chest heaved with each sob, tears forming in his own eyes.

“I didn't know. I wouldn't have let them say those things sober. You have to know that.” He almost fell to his knees pleading for her forgiveness.

“You even said you wouldn't date me. I know its stupid but I thought you liked me back. You told me you loved me. You've taken me out on dates. You've kissed me for goodness sake!”

“I know and I'm sorry. I do like you, I don't know why I said that. I like you so much.” His knees buckled slightly but he held his ground.

“Obviously you dont Bucky. We should just stay away from each other from now on and I won't be renewing my leasing contract at the end of the semester.” She finalizes. Buckys whispers a small no in protest. “You really hurt me, Bucky. I would never let anyone slander you. I respect you too much to allow for someone else to disrespect you.”

With that being said, she gave Bucky one last look over before walking away. Bucky was knocked out of his thoughts at the sound of her door slamming shut and the lock being secured.

Bucky sat on the kitchen floor, the cold tile seeping through his pants to chill his legs. His face adorned with a frown, tears sliding down his warm cheeks. Y/N was his best friend and he ruined it by being a shitty person. He knows he should have defended her, defended their relationship.

Bucky’s rolly chair was his only source of entertainment at his desk in the lobby of the admissions office. Today was a slow day. There were only a few students who came in asking for help finding buildings or looking for the financial aid office. Some high school student came in for tours but his coworkers beat him to doing tours so here he was stuck in the quiet office. He had already stolen a large amount of guest snacks, a cold bottle of tea and a sugar cookie with the school's logo on it.

His chair spinning activities came to a halt when he heard the front door open with a small jingle sounding from it. He took a moment to let the dizziness fade away before he looked up. Bucky felt his breath stop in his throat.

There stood a girl with overalls and a bright colored top. She wore dark green converse, high tops, with frilly socks that peeked from the top. She had large glasses that framed her face perfectly. She was looking around the office, eyes wide with wonder. Her eyes finally met Bucky's, making a large smile appear on her face.

“Hi!” She exclaimed walking up to Bucky’s desk.

“Hey, what can I help you with today?” Bucky asked cooly.

“I just transferred here and I was wondering if you knew where I could apply for on campus jobs?” She placed her hands on top of the counter of Bucky’s desk. He admired her baby blue acrylics that had white flowers on them.

“Oh um, the admissions office is hiring. We do all of the tours for highschool students, or package and mail acceptance letters. Sometimes we plan scholarship events. It's an easy pay type of job. I just sit here and do homework my whole shift.” Bucky answers. “What's your name so I can get my boss to contact you?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky quickly scribbled your name on a post it note and stuck it to his laptop as a reminder. “Do you really like this job or are you just trying to pull me in?” She jests with a small smile on her face.

“I mean it's a decent job but im sure with you working here it would make it ten times prettier.” Bucky smirked at the giggle that escaped Y/N. He wasn't normally a flirt but he couldn't help himself with this one.

“Oh really? How many times have you said that line to a girl?” Bucky put a hand to his chest in a fake offense.

“You think too low of me Y/N. I saved that one for the prettiest girl to walk through the door.”

“Hmm, ok. I'll believe it only because my ego needs this boost. Hey, you never told me your name. How am I supposed to write about this encounter in my journal if I don't have your name?”

“My name is James but I prefer if people just call me Bucky. Short for Buchanon, I know it's weird.” Bucky leans back in his chair, arms crossed. He can see her eyes checking out the way his muscles flex underneath his long sleeve shirt. He may have purposefully flexed a little extra for show.

“No, I love it. I dont think ive ever met a Bucky.” She counters. She leans forward, placing her elbows on the counter, her chest pressed against the front of the counter.

“Well I'm glad I'm your first Bucky.” He jokes with a small smile on his face. There was a small moment of silence shared between the two as they just looked at each other. Bucky couldn't help but think about how cute she was as Y/N thought the same thing.

“Oh gosh, I'm probably holding you up from your work.” She snaps out of her little spell rolling her eyes at herself. “I should get going.”

Bucky frowned at the idea of her leave, wanting nothing more than to continue talking to the new girl.

“Right, of course. Maybe I could get your number...so I can notify you about the job.” Bucky proposes. Y/N raises one eyebrow in question, a knowing smile placed on her lips.

“Sure thing bucky.” He hands her a pen and post it for her number. “I wouldn't be opposed to you using this number for things other than work too.” She suggested. She signed her name on the post it note ending it with a small heart.

“I will definitely take you up on that offer. No take backs though when I start sending you random shit.” She giggled, leaning up from her spot. Bucky basked at the sweet sound. He stood up to meet her on the other side of the desk.

“Well Bucky, it was lovely to meet you.” She stuck her hand out for him to shake, he reciprocated the action. Her hands were soft and warm, he thought. She gave him one last smile before walking away.

It was warm outside on the quad as Bucky sat by himself. He sat at the table that would normally be occupied by Y/N and him. Y/N would bring lunch- made by her. Anytime Bucky would try to help her by making lunch she would kick him out of the kitchen. Today, Bucky sat by himself, with no hand made lunch. He had a greasy bag of french fries and a large coke. He planned on eating his sorrows away.

“Hey Bucky!” A voice yelled out to him. Looking up from his fries, Bucky looked towards the sound that broke him out of his fries excursion. Tanner and Logan, his friends from the party, came walking over to him. They both sat down, throwing their lunch onto the table.

“Where's Ms. weirdo?” Tanner asks, mouth full of food. Bucky grimaced at Tanner's manners. He also felt the anger he should have felt on Saturday bloom in his chest.

“She's not weird.” Bucky snapped, fists tightening in his lap. Tanner scoffed, Logan laughing along with him.

“Says you. She is fucking weird. Did you finally get some from her or something? Defending her and shit.” Logan clapped Tanner on his back agreeing with him. “Shit, good for you dude. I would have fucked her a while ago. Probably would have kept her face down so I wouldn't have to see her-”

Before Tanner could finish his sentence, he was thrown from his seat from the powerful punch being landed on his jaw. His feet flew from where he was sitting, landing on his back with a heavy thud.

“Dude what the fuck?” Tanner stood wiping his face from the blood that started to trickle down from his bloody eyebrow. Bucky had never felt anger like this before. His heart was racing, his breathing labored. His cheeks were red and warm, eyebrows turned down.

“No, you don't get to make fun of her and make sexual comments about her.” Bucky snarled. Tanner rolled his eyes, walking closer to Bucky.

“Oh fuck off with that! You didn't defend her this hard on saturday.” Tanner's mistake after his words was shoving Bucky's shoulders back. Bucky reacted quickly by shoving Tanner with even more force.

Tanner threw a punch to Bucky’s jaw, making his head fly back. Bucky tackled Tanner to the ground, throwing punches left and right. Tanner fought back, hands flying landing punches wherever he could land them.

Logan was able to pull Bucky off of Tanner, warning the two that campus police would arrest them if they were caught. Both boys stared at each other fuming. Bucky snatched his trash and his backpack up, the scowl never leaving his face.

“If I ever see you looking or talking to Y/N, I will bash your face in.” Bucky growled.

Y/N felt better today. She found the strength to wear a cute outfit versus the oversized clothes she had been wearing prior out of fear. She didn't want anyone to look at her in any harmful way. She wanted to wear her cute outfits that were sometimes form fitting and short. She liked to wear her cute period pieces that had her own twist on them. She spent many years hating her body and the way she looked. She deserved to feel cute without thinking she is at fault for being sexualized and poorly treated.

She whipped out one of her favorite outfits today, loving the way it fit on her body making her feel confident. Sitting at the front desk of the admissions office, her feet propped up on the desk. Her shift was going by slowly, no one needing assistance this late in the day.

The door burst open making Y/N jump from her seat. She stood up shocked to see Bucky walk in with a huff. He wasn't supposed to work today but here he was. Y/N gasped looking at his cut lip and bruising eye.

“Bucky, what happened?” She maneuvered her way around the desk to stand in front of the beat up boy. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks to examine his injuries. He moved his face away from her tears brimming his eyes.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry. I should have protected you from them. I should've told them not to speak about you that way. You are more than some eye candy for men to act disgusting towards. You are beautiful and eclectic. You have a brilliant mind that shines brighter than anyone elses on this campus.” He spoke to her softly.

“I don't understand Bucky. What made you have this change of heart? You didn't give two shits about me last weekend.” She crossed her arms defensively.

“I know and I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the alcohol but that's no excuse. I love you. I love all of you. You're not weird. You're your own person and I love everything about you. You do so much for me and I feel like shit for not doing the bare minimum for you.” His words stunned her.

“You love me?”

“God, with everything I have. Since the day you walked in here with those overalls. I've spent the past four years loving you.” Bucky whispered. He grabbed her hand, thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

“I love you too, Bucky.  I really do and I'm hurt. I don't think the hurt will go away for some time. You let them speak horribly about me. If you loved me like I was your girl, you would have defended me.” She spoke sorrowfully.

“I know, I know. I can't change the fact that I did nothing but I can tell you that I'm sorry. I'm always going to protect you. I did today. Tanner may be sporting a nasty goose egg on his eye because of his dumbass words.” Y/N giggled softly, touching his bruising knuckles.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“I want to go back to normal. I miss you in the mornings and-and during our lunch breaks outside. I miss you.” Bucky stated.

“I miss you too.”

Bucky watched her eyes drop down to his lip, busted and all. He leaned forward slightly hoping she would meet him in the middle. She met him the rest of the way pressing her lips to his. Bucky relished this moment. He relished to be even sharing  moments with the girl he's been in love with since the second he saw her.

“I'm gonna be better, I promise.”

[technowoah]

thinking about angst prompt 'you're right. you're useless' with c!jschlatt where all reader does is try to help him and they eventually get to a breaking point because all they do it give and give and give and get nothing in return so schlatt just turns around and scares the fuck out of them :D

Have a Heart

You end up helping Schlatt after hating his guts. And even though you give every thing to your new president he dosent seem to fucking care

- c!schlatt x reader

- gender neutral reader!

- prompt: 25) "You're right. You are useless" (angst list)

⚠︎: swearing, drinking, smoking, angst, mentions of vomit, c!dream makes an appearance 🤭 not proofread

An// I LOVE THIS SCENARIO UGHH! THANKS FOR REQUESTING AS WELL BUB! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

"Where's my fucking decree at?!"

"It's in my room Schlatt, please stop yelling." You tried to calm the ram-man down by talking calmer than him, but it only seemed to rile him up more.

"In your room?! Sounds like another fucking excuse that you didn't even finish them." Schlatt waved around his hands which one of them contained a lit cigarette in them. "Look at Tubbo he re-wrote one of my decrees before the festival, which is tomorrow may I add, and gave it to me. You havent even done anything I asked you." He scoffed.

You closed your eyes and held back a huge eye roll. You had done everything that Schlatt asked you to do, the decree was actually sitting on your desk in your room. This has been happening ever since Schlatt became president. He was more nicer, well as nice as Schlatt can get, but now he's been drinking like a moster and it never fails that he shows up to an important meeting drunk and makes you and Tubbo do all the work while Quackity and George are running free doing God knows what.

You had been loyal to Schlatt even when you didn't want to be, you had swallowed your pride along time ago. Every. Single. Task you do. And Every. Single. Time you get more put down that you already do.

Your head was hung low while he still spoke. "Hey! Were you listening to me shithead?! I need those papers by tonight!" Schlatt dug his finger into your chest pushing you back a little.

"Also get me my beer and bring it to the meeting room because apparently that's all you're good for." He finally left the long hallway, stumbling a bit as he walked.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding until you saw him walk away. You walked away to find Schlatg that beer and try to put on a smile for the meeting you are currently dreading. Quickly you stopped by your room to grab the stack of paper Schlatt was yelling about earlier and grabbed a beer from a random room. Schlatt always has alcohol and cigarettes in every room just in case he needs one.

Dragging your feet along the marble floored hallways you mad your way to the meeting room. You didn't want to get there first or even last so your mind switched up from speed walking to continuing your slow pace. You started to walk faster when you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned around to see Tubbo waving behind you. You stopped in your pursuit to greet your friend.

"Hey Tubbo!"

"Going to the meeting I see." He smiled.

"Sadly yes." You sighed. "I already got yelled at twice today so-"

"Hey! It's better than three!"

"Tubbo!"

"Im sorry! But am I wrong?" Tubbo laughed a little.

"Well I wish it was zero. I give everything to that bastard and I get nothing." You breathed out.

"Really?! I get a lot of-" Tubbo stopped talking after the shock on your face was prominent. "You know what nevermind!" He waved off.

"Of course he would favor you." You walked off keeping a brisk pace with Tubbo apologizing for Schlatt's favoritism right behind you.

Once you reached the door to the meeting room you slowly opened the door to be greeted with, once again, a drunken president and his right hand man looking smug as ever when he had no right to be.

Schlatt's cabinet was a mess. Quackity was only the vice president because he partnered with Schlatt and George became, well, the vice president to the vice president. George was barely around anyways. Then Tubbo and you came from L'Manburg, hating Schlatt's guts at firsy you two learned to be okay with the treatment. And while apparently, Tubbo had better treatment than you, you still gave that president everything you had.

Everything you worked for was for that drunken man sitting at the head of the table. You basically devoted your life to him, writing decrees that represents Schlatts policies because "you dare not write something Wilbur would". You had pulled him from sleeping at his desk at nights, cleaned up his spilled wine and beer, picked up cigarettes from the clean marble floors. He pushed you around and you let it happen too, some people woukd say you've become weak and they were sadly right.

"Aye! Look who it is!" Schlatt slurred his words together. "There's my beer!"

"And your decrees!" You plopped the papers down on the desk as he snatched the beer bottle out of your hand.

"You have an attitude with me?" Schlatt asked quickly.

"No! No why?"

"'Cause you just threw my decrees on the table like they are some sort of scrap." Schlatt tried to find the right words. "Some sort of shit like its not important! Fuckin' have some nerve huh?"

You didn't respond and went to go sit by Tubbo across from Quackity. Schlatt apparently noticed and took it upon himself to say something.

"Asshole! You gonna respond to me?! I am your president!"

You fought the urge to snap back at him so you bit your lip as he continues to yell and make everyone in the room uncomfortable, even Quackity.

"Dammit!" Schlatt slammed the table. "Fuck you! I could kill you! I have so much power over you! I can control everyone in this damned kingdom that I'm second best to! This kingdom was owned by a tyrant! I saved all of you! And all you have to do is respond!"

He stood up during half of his breakdown, but you didn't know when. You could hear every single word he said, but your eyes were threatening to spill tears and you could feel Tubbo's hand grab yours underneath the table.

Schlatt huffed smoothed put his suit and sat back down in his chair.

"So! We're here for the festival."

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You softly closed your bedroom door not wanting to make more drama by slamming it. This whole week you held in your emotions and tears, but today was the breaking point for you. Your back slid down the door and you started crying, and crying. There was no need to try and deafen your sobs, because you couldn't even if you tried.

Your mind kept reminding you of every single event if today.

First. Tubbo didnt tell you he was still in contact with the former citizens of L'Manburg, and the only way you found out was that today at the festival you saw them and you asked Tubbo. He finally told you with his head hung low as you two stood on the podium. You felt betrayed.

Second. Schlatt gave you an extremely hard time making sure everything was intact for today's festivities. You were stressed out of your mind.

Third. The festival went down hill hard and fast. So fast everything seemed like a blur. Tubbo gave his speech, really fidgety may you add, and then Schlatt and Quackity began trapping him in cement, you tried stopping him, but you were pushed away multiple times. You knew who Technoblade was, so when you heard Schlatt call him up to the podium you started to freak out. Your heart started to pound out of your chest when he brought out an explosive crossbow and pointed it right at Tubbo's chest.

The next thing you know a huge, bright, colorful explosion went off and with you on the podium with Tubbo's murderer sparks flew and hit you, Schlatt and Quackity making all of you have some sort of burn marks. Tubbo was gone, soon to be revived again for his last life on this earth, but seeing him die like that was the breaking point for you.

You stayed on the ground with your knees to your chest sobbing loudly. It was too much for you. Your lungs felt like they had no air inside of them, and your heart felt like a million weights were hung on it. You kept crying until you heard a harsh knock on the door, that felt like they were trying to break down the door than get someone's attention.

"Stop sobbing so damn loud!" Of course it was Schlatt you rolled your eyes and stayed on the floor.

"Leave me alone!" You cried out.

"Damn you sound like you're in pain huh?" You heard him from the other side of the door.

It was silent until the door was forced open and you were pushed with the door on your side. You sat up again to see Schlatt, who was out of breath, above you and had another beer bottle in hand.

"Why did you open ny door?" You asked softly.

"Why didn't you let me in?"

"Cause you didnt ask."

"Excuse me!?" Schlatt grew angry.

"You heard me." You stood up facing the taller man with horns. He was scary, but somehow you got the confidence today.

"I dont think you know who you're talking to shithead!" Schlatt got closer, but this time you stood your ground.

"Im talking to a drunken, egotistical, ram-man who let someone kill the only person I had left!" You yelled in his face while tears fell on your cheeks.

"You do got some nerve! I saved you!" He turned around, his back facing you.

"You made my life hell!" You yelled at him. "You- you made my life worse! You made me feel like I have no purpose, but to serve you and your ragtag cabinet! You made me feel like a useless sack of shit, you-!"

"YOU'RE RIGHT! YOU ARE USELESS!" Schlatt quickly turned around his faced filled with pure anger and his eyes bloodshot. He was breathing heavily and all the confidence left your body as soon as he stumbled towards you.

"You're fucking useless! You're even worse than Tubbo and he was working against me!" Schlatt then let out a strained stream and smashed his bottle on the floor letting the left over alcohol spill onto the floor.

"Do me a favor and leave, go. I dont need you! I dont need this damned place given to me by chance! By a fucking vice president that dosent even do his damn job! I dont need you! You! You and those bastards ruined everything!" Schlatt yelled and then rushed out of the room while holding his mouth.

You followed him quickly into the hallway and watched as he stumbled into the nearest bathroom to throw up the alcohol consumption of today. The tears kept coming as you ran down the hallway hoping that you can get as far away from these ivory buildings as your feet can take you.

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Your feet hung off the edge of the prime path and underneath there was a small river. You had stared at the water running for about ten minutes since you got there. You noticed immediately when you set foot on the prime path that you had no where else to go except for pogtopia you learned about.

You sighed tilting your head up towards the night sky.

"Lonely?" A voice asked next to you.

You turned your head and saw the well known man dressed in green. Dream had his mask on, as usual, but hood was down letting his blonde hair show.

"Yeah actually." You responded not looking at him.

"I know what happened at the festival."

"Everyone does." You scoffed.

"What happened with Schlatt?" He asked and you turned your head with a confused look on your face. "Dont think I don't know anything that goes on around here."

"I don't know how you found out, but long story short I'm not allowed back there. I dont wanna go back there." You said while standing up facing the man.

"I have someone that can give you a place to stay. If you want to take the offer. Also I wanted to check up on you. You were so close to Tubbo and its hard to lose a friend." Dream spoke softly, but you could still hear him loud and clear even through the mask.

"Thank you. I would want to take the offer for a place to stay." You airly laughed. "I dont want to see Schlatt or Quackity again."

Dream chuckled while giving you a paper with an adress on it before getting ready to leave.

"Don't worry. He'll be dead soon." Dream said before turning around and walking down the prime path.

You should've stayed.

Taglist(s)

MCYT Imagines: @annshit @bobaducky @malfoysslutt @egorldevi

[h2bakugou]

request from @onlysinned​ :  i have a request! could you make one of your stories about playing with deku's hair, i dont know why but i like how you describe how he purrs and sighs when you touch his hair. like only you have the power to make this broccoli sigh with a touch of his broccoli hair

a/n: been thinking about this request a lot, it’s so cute and fluffy, sorry for taking so long to answer it hun!!

summary: after a long and tiring day, there’s nothing deku wants more than to lay back against your chest and have you play with his hair.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 845

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Training had been enduring and intense. Everyone was back in their respective locker rooms, showering and changing before heading back to the dorms.

You were among the last few to get out of there, mainly because you were waiting on Deku. You had planned to walk back together. Though both Mina and Sero’s offers to walk back with you were tempting, you explained you were waiting on Deku and they understood.

Finally, when those familiar green locks sprouted into your vision, you decided to walk over and give him a hug.

“You waited on me?” Deku asked, the two of you finally beginning your walk back toward the dormitories. You nodded and slipped your hand in his, his cheeks burning bright pink.

“Do you wanna do some homework together?” You asked quietly, approaching the dorms with every step.

“Sure!” Deku was excited to spend time with you. He had lots of training with All Might, and then balancing school and whatever else life threw at him, he didn’t have much downtime to spend with you or himself.

He cherished every moment you had together, which was why he enjoyed holding your hand walking between classes so much.

Despite seeing it so many times, you couldn’t help but giggle at Deku’s room. he really was a fanboy. But it didn’t bother you. You had your own role models, you’d decorate your entire room if you the stuff to do it.

Deku knew you didn’t mind, but still having someone so close to him see it so often made it slightly embarrassing. His cheeks burned for a few minutes before every time you entered his room.

But you just waltzed right in, set your stuff down and hopped onto his bed, ready to answer some math questions. Deku followed suit, joining you on his bed.

Doing your homework didn’t take much time, you were both able to sort of help each other out so it went by rather quickly. And when it was all done and cleaned up, Deku laid across your lap, just resting from the hard training he’d done.

Not that you hadn’t worn yourself out, but you knew probably a little too much about Deku’s quirk. 

You lazily ran your fingers through his green locks, not intending to play with his hair. Until you heard that sigh of relief, the small mewl that came from Deku’s lips after you just brushed your fingers through his fresh smelling locks.

“Does that feel good?” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair some more. He nods, his big green eyes staring back up at you as you continued to do so. You smiled and stopped for a second. Deku pouted and sat up, ready to question you about why you stopped.

As soon as his head lifted, you moved to rest against his headboard, patting for him to lay his head back in your lap. Deku crawls over and insists on actually laying against your chest.

Before laying down, he leans in a pecks your lips, giving you just a small little token of appreciation. He’d kiss you later, even though he wanted to kiss you again after just doing it.

Leaning against your chest, he laid his head flat against your collarbones, closing his eyes as your hands travelled back up to play with his fluffy green hair. Your fingers tangled in his locks, twisting and brushing through them, your fingers even massaging his scalp while he laid there.

He sounded so happy. A small purr erupted from his vocal cords as you began to rub around his ears. 

Eventually, soft snores filled your ears. He’d completely fallen asleep, how cute. 

You lost track of time as you began falling asleep yourself. It was just so soothing to sit there, essentially cuddling him. You don’t remember when your hands fell from his hair and to his sides, eventually holding him like a teddy bear, but they did.

A soft voice and gentle hands shook you. You opened your eyes to see a sleepy Deku smiling at you.

“Guess we were both really tired, huh?” He questioned. You smiled and nodded, rubbing your eyes.

“What time is it?” You asked, looking toward his window and noticing it was dark.

“Past curfew. You’ll have to sneak out, I’m sorry.” He whispered, leaning in to give you another kiss.

His lips met with yours, and you kissed him back, smiling as he pulled away. 

“It’s fine, I can be sneaky.” You joked, sitting up and grabbing your things. You slung your bag over your shoulder and tiptoed over toward his door.

“I owe you for playing with my hair. It felt so good it put me to sleep.” Deku rubbed the back of his neck. You smiled and gave him a hug as he stepped over to you.

“How about next time you play with my hair?” 

“You’ve got yourself a deal. Get some rest.” Deku waved silently as you left, hoping you made it back without getting in trouble.

You looked forward to your next cuddle session.

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[soobasaur]

buzzfeed said i like-like you..

— a lee felix x au

(half felix pov half y/n pov)

lee felix x gender!neutral reader genre: best friends to lovers

a/n: this is mainly in felix’s pov since i thought it would fit better, the next felix au will be in y/n’s pov (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ and if you have any requests just ask away and i’ll try my best <3

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felix was currently very calm!! c a l m!!

certainly not panicking, nope not him!

it started when he flopped onto his bed in defeat after giving up on his art history essay

he could only analyze medieval paintings for so long >:((

so he ended up clicking on his folder of bookmarks and scrolling for the buzzfeed quiz one

dont judge him it was very relaxing !!

he did a couple weird ones like ‘what type of bread are you?’ (he was a challah bread apparently?!) and ‘what is your horror movie death scene?’ (he was going to be murdered!!)

he started clicking on the recommended ones until he landed on the romance section

he usually ignored these since they were typically very boring but just for the sake of it he chose one titled ‘are you in love with your best friend?

he scoffed as he let the quiz load and his mind wandered off to you

you and felix had met in grade school due to the both of you being the new kids and immediately being stuck together since no other kids wanted anything to do with you

and every since then you had been glued to the hip

he loved you sure, but being in love with you? he didn’t think he was.. he wouldn’t be opposed to it though

‘do you think your best friend is beautiful?’

obviously!! felix thought, choosing said option, how could he not? u were the most ethereal person he had ever been blessed to see, other then himself of course

‘when you get into arguments, are you reluctant to apologize and end it quickly or wait for them to apologize first?’

felix had to think about this one

you both didn’t rlly fight, it was usually over stupid things like the both of you needing to take care of yourselves more and such

but felix found himself apologizing more since he knew you were too stubborn to make the first move even if you wanted to

and whenever he did apologize you always broke down and did the same

he chose ‘i apologize first to get it over with’

‘do you often cuddle and kiss your best friend?’

doesnt everyone? felix thought, hovering his cursor over ‘duh!’

he often gave you cheek kisses and pulled you into hugs whenever he saw you, even if you were always shy and flustered afterwards

he thought it was cute to see you like that

and you often fell asleep in his bed during movie nights and the both of you woke up tangled into one another

now that he thought about it he didn’t really kiss his other best friends, he shuddered at the thought

‘would you get jealous if someone else were to kiss your best friend?’

felix frowned at the mere thought of someone else kissing you

only he could give you cheek kisses goddamnit !!

he wouldn’t be mad if jisung got kisses from someone else though, he’d be happy his friend had found a partner

but if you found a partner...he didn’t know how to feel about that

it would fall between wanting you to be happy and he should be making you happy

he quickly filled out the question and moved on, that was too much for him

the rest of the questions were things like ‘do you know their favorite color?’ ‘do you have their birthday memorized?’ (yes to both!)

he clicked done and waited for his old laptop to boot up the results

oh...O H

WTF ?/$:&:@;

felix squinted at screen once more before pulling up a google tab

he went through multiple wikihow articles before just shutting down his laptop and taking his head into his hands

did he have a crush on you??? weren’t crushes supposed to give you butterflies and shit?

well...he did get butterflies whenever you complimented him,,,

oh shit he did have a crush on you

he dove headfirst into his pillow and kicked his legs before sitting up, coming to a conclusion

he couldn’t just hold this vital piece of information to himself!!

and that’s how felix found himself in front of your dorm building, freezing in nothing but basketball shorts and a hoodie he was pretty sure he stole from you

felix came barreling towards you, picking you up in a hug despite his tiny size

once he finally stopped spinning you and set you down was when you have him a confused look

“your welcome over whenever but why the sudden visit at 3am?” you ask, leading felix towards your dorm room

“fun news!! i realized i’m in love with you, thanks to a buzzfeed quiz!” he answered, doing jazz hands as you locked the dorm door behind you

“you’re...what now?” questioning if you heard right, ignoring your heart beat thumping loudly against your chest

“yeah like, i’m in love with you and realized it just now so i came here to tell you and-,”

/!&:@:@;@;@@, you were malfunctioning

how was?? felix so?? casual?? about this??

u had known you were in love with him since like /forever/ aND THIS MF JUST REALIZED A MINUTE AGO??

and you told him so, stalking towards him and reaching him in just two strides, shaking his shoulders

“what took you so long oh my god-,”

“wait does this mean you feel the same? cus if not it’s cool we can be homies ahah-,”

you did the cliche thing where you shut him up with a kiss

it made him go ∴◠‿◠∴

“we are not homies-,”

“we’re homies with benefits!”

*deep sigh*

from then on your relationship didn’t change that much

you were just best friends who know kissed one another and made out

bonus: headcanons

felix took on a new routine of coming over to your place at the ass crack of dawn

it drove you mad but you never slept anyways so you always opened the door

which was why felix came over in the first place!! to seduce you into a healthy sleeping schedule ;)

“y/n you would look so good tucked into your covers, all warm and cuddly as i hug you close-,”

“are you really trying to seduce me into sleeping right now??”

“...well is it working?” felix winked

“...maybe.”

(side note felix’s morning voice was to die for so if staying up late got felix to come over then that was another excuse for you to not sleep)

and since he was a dance major you always bought him bouquets and gifts after every single showcase

one time you got him a bunch of red roses and when you guys went back to his place he stuck one in his mouth and pulled you into a slow dance

it didn’t last very long though cus a thorn was left on the stem and caught his lip and you ended up having to help stop the bleeding

he still gave you a smile throughout it all though

“you look so creepy smiling with a mouthful of blood-,”

which made him smile even bigger

college with your best friend was fun but was even more fun with your boyfriend

the two of you often went on double dates with your friends jeongin and jisung, who recently got together, and had a blast going to parties

felix was a clingy drunk

if you thought he was clingy before just you wait

he would latch onto your arm like a koala and let you drag him around

and he would back hug you as you walked around

it was endearing though so you always let him get away with it

but if felix got too much to drink all hell broke loose

you still have flashbacks to that one time he started stripping on the pool table

you got a nice sight of his abs but so did everyone else !!

felix was willing to do anything with you and vice versa

if you even had the smallest inconvenience he was there to help

like that one time your coffee wouldn’t come out of the vending machine he karate kicked it until it did, and dragging you to run away when he spotted a hall monitor walking towards you

all in all he made you happy

it was perfect :’)

thank you for reading !!

[yinses]

kinds of tattoo artists 

|jjk edition|

rqst: after sukuna i cant staph thinking about what the others would be like as tattoo artist

a/n: these are probably my favorite things to write. i love the format. 

G O J O  S A T O R U — he has a story for every tattoo ever. one’s he owns, seen and inked himself. they could all be true, but you find the vibrating hum of the needle against your skin easier to ignore when you focus on the vivid imagery of his tales instead. he’s a very good storyteller, never skimping on the details and adding comical commentary around every corner. you connect the threads of each narrative to the accompanying bold lines stretching up the length of his arms. swirls and various shades making for very convincing illustrations to the novel he’d created. before you know it, your hour is up, cutting his retelling just short of the art peeking under his shirt. you could get lost in those baby blues as they twinkle with mischief. they leave you so wrapped up in strings of intrigue that you actually consider a second tattoo despite your hesitations of the first. he looks proud of his work, and should be, deserving off all five stars you planned to give on his review.  “don’t like it too much. tattoos can be pretty addicting, after all.” he remarks as he rubs cream into your swollen flesh.  yeah, you think, addicting was the right word. 

G E T O  S U G U R U — the look he gives you when you tell him it’s your first is almost enough to make you reconsider. it’s not rude but there is a hint of condescension as he coaxed you to go into more details about location and coloring. ultimately, you end up in his chair anyways, lip bitten as he goes about preparing supplies. the point of no return comes all too quickly as he peels the sterile needle from the one use pack. “i would offer to let you hold my hand but-” you look up from the skin pinched between two of his fingers to the same smug grin that had greeted you at the door. something on his face must have changed, because slowly so did his as he breathes out a sigh. he surprise you by guiding one of your hands just above his knee, fingers squeezing around yours once before pulling away. “if it gets to be too much squeeze hard but don’t jump. id rather give you a breather than have you pass out on me.”

I T A D O R I   Y U U J I — if anyone was going to do your tattoo, you’re glad it’s your boyfriend. he’s more patient than most artist would be. attentive to every squirm and flinch and mindful how a single twitch could leave you with a permanent mishap. you’re going nearly thirty minutes over what was expected, but he’d scheduled out an ample block of time prior, mindful of your skepticism. “hey, hey, we’re almost done,” he mutters, hand stopping when he notices the water behind your eyes. “want to stop, baby?” you do. want the endless burn to finally go away, but you want to finish it equally as bad so you steel your nerves and shake your head. something akin to pride curls at the corners of his lips as he starts back up the motor but not before pressing a quick kiss to yours. “it’s going to look beautiful on you. just you wait. it’ll be worth it.” and you believed him. 

F U S H I G U R O  M E G U M I —he’s not one for conversation, choosing to rather concentrate on his work than idle chatter. but he doesn’t seem to mind if you do. and so you find yourself talking about any and everything as the clock ticks on. the entire process is almost cathartic. pent up tension escaping you with every word and each pin point of the needle etching away at your skin. this was suppose to be your bold change. something different to stamp a revision on your life while mounting a memorial of your past. or at least that was the speech used to butter yourself up to the idea. at the end of it all, you’re staring at something better than you’d imagined, and dont delay telling him as much. your words ignite a blush that crawls up his nape, barely hidden by the sheepish hand rubbing over the skin. “i-uh... don’t mind doing your next one. if you want one to remember your friend by.” he’s already turning away from your blink of shock, throwing care instructions over his shoulder as he prepares the bandage. 

F U S H I G U R O  T O J I  — it comes as a surprise, because he’s the owner. something pointed out to you by a friend when you’d accompanied them to the shop in the past. he only took on special guests, you’d been told. spending half a day bent over a customer completing yet another work of art that keep the business in high praises. he didn’t bother with the small things. so why he the one offering to pierce the little stud above your naval? eventually you would get a tattoo but you weren’t quite ready to take the plunge. but you’d been eying the cute studded crystal since your last visit. it looks as good as you thought it would, twinkling bright under the hooded lamp. he seems to think so too a thumbs over the tender flesh just above the piercing. “you were so good for me. not even a flinch.” you found yourself caught staring at the sharp cut stretching across both lips as they work into a smile. “you’ll have to come back and let me mark you up for real.”

C H O S O —he thinks you’re cute as you stumble through the explanation of your design. accommodating but insistent when you began to doubt yourself. ultimately, your idea hadn’t changed but you felt it lacking as you stared at the temporary imprint reflected in the mirror. you were his last appointment of the day, and surely eating up his time, but he refused to let you just go through with it. there was a light scold in his voice as he rubbed alcohol against your skin to wipe away the markings. “if you’re going to do this, we’re going to do this right.” you should have been halfway through your tattoo now as the neighboring stations close down for the day. but he waves away your timid glances as he nudges a new sketch book your way. in a way showing you his work had been somewhat counterintuitive, rather than help you settle on a design, you’d been overwhelmed and visibly intrigued by the numerous portraits and motifs. you spent more time compliment the his steady hand for being able to produce such detailed works than you’d progressed to coming any closer to honing in on your own tattoo. eventually he’s the one to call it a night, chasing away your frown with an offer. “tomorrow’s my day off. why don’t you meet me at the cafe around the corner and we can brainstorm this with the help of caffeine.”

[catcze]

hello! how are you doing?👹 ive read some of your blogs,and i really like them! if your still doing requests, i was hoping if you could do a kaeya x gn reader in which reader falls inlove w/ diluc but diluc has eyes for donna?🧍‍♀️ i dont know if that made any sense but this is my first time requesting something😥,ehe have a great day or night!:DD🕳🤸‍♀️

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Kaeya x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Post-rejection (?) comfort, confessions & relationship talks <3 Also banter !!

!!⠀CWs : Alcohol consumption

Y’all have you seen webtoon Donna?? 😭 shit, I don’t blame Diluc for falling for her— I would too goddamn 😭 Writing angst isn’t my specialty, so I tried not to focus to much on the unrequited love aspect of this, hope you don’t mind! Sorry for the wait hun 💞  Have a nice day/night too!

"it’s strange to see you so drunk, and somewhere that isn’t the Angel’s Share, either,” remarked Kaeya, slipping into the barstool beside you. There wasn’t much that you could clearly make out in your tipsy haze ––really, Diona had done what you asked, you supposed–– but you could see the smirk and quirk of his brow. 

“Can it,” you grumbled, taking a hold of your half-empty drink. “I’m really not in the mood tonight, Kaeya.” 

He said nothing, merely watching with interest as you downed the entire drink and brought the cup back to the wooden countertop with a clack. The longer he looked at you, the more he could see the slump of your shoulders and the greyish pallor of your skin. Your hair was in disarray and the typical quirk of your lips that he was so fond of was nowhere to be seen, either. Kaeya’s smirk quickly flipped into a frown.

“How the hell did you even find me, anyway?” you asked, side-eyeing him. 

He shrugged, “If i answer your question, will you answer one of mine?”

You pursed your lips and looked away from him, thinking, but after a moment it seemed to him as if you slumped forward, the fight gone out of you. Mutely, you nodded.

”A certain sister of the church found me and told me there was something in the Cat’s Tail I had to take care of,” he revealed. Under your breath, you grumbled Rosaria’s name. “Your turn. What are you doing here? I thought being a connoisseur of alcohol was my defining trait.”

You sighed, tracing the rim of your glass as if you were figuring how to word it around your alcohol-addled brain. Eventually, you settled on, “The guy I liked... I found out that he was interested in someone else.”

“Oh?”

You sighed, looking away from him and missing the disappointment that flashed across the cavalry captain’s face. You... had liked someone else? Kaeya would be lying if he hadn’t felt his own heart sink at your admission.

“It was just a crush, really,” you continued with a deep sigh,”But I... I don’t know, I really liked him, and I thought he liked me too. I must have just been seeing what I wanted to see, I suppose.”

Silence enveloped the two of you after that, neither of you two willing to break it. Slightly sobered from the conversation, you ordered a glass of water from the bar. After he seemed to think it over, Kaeya cleared his throat, and your eyes darted to him. “If I may ask, who was it?”

You scoffed in amusement, shaking your head. You braced your arm on the counter, and your other hand began to play with the water you ordered. “Take a guess,” you invited. “It’s pretty obvious if you think about it long enough.”

Kaeya furrowed his brow and took the challenge, falling silent as his eye darted across your person, no doubt replaying almost every interaction he’s seen you have with other people and picking through it with a fine-toothed comb. After some time, his eye widened as he stared at you with barely-hidden surprise. You chuckled.

“No. Impossible.”

You hummed. “Not as impossible as you may think.”

“You were attracted to Diluc? Color me surprised, I didn’t think he was your type.”

“I suppose not,” You inclined your head in agreement, but fixed him with a small, mischievous smile that he had sorely missed. “But I have to admit, that one night with his hair up and in his bartending suit? Something that lived in my mind for days to come.”

Kaeya gagged beside you, lightly pushing on your shoulder. “I don’t need to hear your fantasies about Diluc, of all people,” He said, which elicited a chuckle from you, and you playfully shoved him back as well.

Kaeya sighed, resting his cheek on his fist. He fixed you with a gaze that, although was still fond, held some melancholy as well. “I can’t help but regret not making my interest in you known sooner. Perhaps you wouldn’t be drinking your night away like this.”

You choked on your drink, barely managing to swallow it when you turned to your companion with wide eyes and a warm face. It felt as if most of the alcohol still in your system had suddenly just evaporated at his admission. Your heart had kicked into overdrive, it seemed, but it was as if your blood had halted in your veins. Did he just––? 

“You’re...serious.” Although it came out flat in your surprise, he could still hear the question in it.

“As a heart attack,” Kaeya confirmed with a small smile that was too confident despite how he had just laid his feelings out for you to see. 

You took a breath and looked down at your hands, a frown on your face. “I’m sorry for not noticing sooner,” you said quietly, but he just shook his head. 

“It’s no fault of yours.”

Once again, silence lapsed your conversation. Strangely though, despite the recent topic, it wasn’t tense. You would even dare call it comfortable. However, after you thought it over, you hesitantly spoke up.

“If you... If you still want to, I mean, I would be happy to return your affection.” It was quieter than he usually heard from you, and the heat that had appeared earlier had all but grown, but Kaeya could still hear the genuineness in your words. Subtly, he could feel his heart pick up, and a heat of his own appeared on his face.

“Not immediately, obviously!” you added in a rush when he didn’t say anything, waving your hand frantically as if to explain. “It wouldn’t be fair to you if we went out and I was still working through... you know. But...” You trailed off, gaze once more going to your glass of water. “I’m willing to make this work, If you’re willing to wait for me.”

When you looked back at him, you were prepared to be met by contemplation, by him weighing the pros and cons of waiting for you to sort through and recover from your feelings, or even outright rejection. Instead, Kaeya had a wide, genuine smile on his face, and his eye glittered as if you had given him the greatest gift. Under the light of the bar and the moonlight filtering through the window, you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was.

In the most sincere tone you had heard from him, all charm and slyness gone, he said, “For however long it will take you to feel ready, I would wait patiently by your side.”

It was difficult to tamp your flustered laugh down, but you managed, gifting him with a smile instead. “You’re too sweet, Kaeya. But thank you for being patient with me.”

“It’s my pleasure.” And just like that, his typical smile had reappeared, though the slight blush on his skin hadn’t diminished. With all the grace of a cat, he got off his stool and stood beside you, his hand outstretched, his smile only having grown.

“Now, the time is late, and I do believe you’ve had much to drink,” He said, practically glowing in the light. “Surely, as the esteemed Cavalry Captain, I can’t let you go home alone. Would you like me to accompany you?”

You actually did chuckle at him this time, shaking your head in amusement, but little did you know that knowing he had brought a smile to your face after seeing how saddened you were earlier–– it made his head feel light. You took his hand in yours, allowing him to pull you off your seat. 

“I would love that.”