#dumb work stuff I just wanted to vent

[acesammy]

something I’ve learned as a graphic designer for mostly just school sports, is that most schools have very particular brand guides, but are very stingy with sharing them

[nonsensechemicals]

crying whenever i talk about Cookie9 because all my friends have these interesting and unique theories on them while i take everything too literally and they all just stare at me like “dude… uuugh we r TIRED” <-they dont actually say this they are very kind to me but i can Feel It

[sl8bqqa8]

Heavy stuff below the cut but I had to get something off my chest. I just can't sleep. Some not-so-pretty sl8 lore below.

I'm feeling really stressed out about our upcoming finals. I don't think I'll perform badly; It's just one art class and none of the assignments are difficult or confusing. Plus we have two more working class days and plenty of time between them to get things done. The biggest problem is that it's hard to focus on finishing up these projects when there's so much going on in the background.

I'm really worried about dying. I struggle a lot with paranoia— Every now and then there are days when I develop the unshakeable belief that I am on the way to my final resting place. Whether by anything from a car crash, random shootout, or suicide. But I don't know if I can even call this feeling paranoia because it's not entirely unfounded.

To put it plainly I'm really scared that one of these days my father is going to snap and kill us. Or maybe just my mother. Or that he'll hurt our pets. But mostly I'm worried that he's going to kill all of us.

When I was in 4th grade my parents got into a dispute over money (for context my father forbid my mother from having her own credit or debit card and went to great lengths to limit her financial freedom), and we later (me, my mother, and sister) stayed in a hotel for the day until nighttime when we all went home. But the important part is the way that night ended. Because it ended with my sister asleep in our shared bunkbed, me and my mother cowering in a corner, staring down the door to my childhood bedroom, as my father pointed a gun to us and told my mother that he was going to kill us if she didn't "hand us over." I still remember my mother sitting with her phone in her hands while I begged her to call the police. So needless to say, violence against his family isn't an idea that comes from nowhere.

Additionally, I only found out this year that he has a history of this. He once called my grandmother (on my mother's side) and told her that he was going to kill my mother. After my mother made him end a long time affair and said mistress changed the locks to her apartment, he also broke in through her window, gun in hand, and pistol whipped her in the head when things turned physical. Violence against my mother, and just women specifically is not new to him.

Current day my mother just brought up the idea of divorce after my parents remarried just last year. The argue all the time because the marriage is a mess and my father is a pos. But this latest argument was over my mother not taking his last name this time around. Eventually she snapped at him and basically said "sounds like we might as well just get divorced." And that seemed to slap him out of his entitled self-centered misogynistic mindset because now he's acting all humble and meek. Buying her food and asking to talk about it, swearing up and down that at all costs he doesn't want to divorce. Citing all he's supposedly given up for us, and saying that he just wants us all to be together.

Even if he's being humble this is sort of alarming because the three of us as a whole (me sister mother) were hoping that he'd just go back to Houston on his own or at the very least not put up a fight and stomp off like an angry kid. His parents are aging and he keeps bringing up their health in arguments as to why we should all move down to Houston (not happening). And he goes on and on about all the opportunities he gave up to come live with is and "fix" our family (the only one who wanted him up here was my mother, and even so that was mostly for financial stability). The fact that even with those factors, plus the fact that my parents are completely incompatible, my father is still clinging to this stupid idea of the eternal family worries me. Because I remember how things ended up last time when he thought that he was going to lose his family.

And I'm worried that if my mother doesn't put her foot down hard, or if something goes wrong, he's going to stop being rational and just decide that if he can't have us, then no one can. Clearly it's not like the thought has never crossed his mind. I wish he didn't have access to a gun or a garage opener to the house. I'm really fucking scared right now. It's late night and that would be the perfect time to kill your entire family; The sleeping don't resist a bullet well and you could slip away into the night just as easily if you were smart about it. I don't want to close my eyes because as absurd as it could be, I can't not live to see tomorrow. Or protect my mother and my sister and my cat and my dog.

And it feels so minor in comparison, but on top of that I'm also just knee-deep in the struggles of being a 20-something person trying to find their way in life while navigating severe trauma and inheriting at least two definite debilitating mental illness that I am not medicated for. I've been better about it lately but it's hard to resist the temptation to turn to the drink when shits this bad— Especially since I have at least two homemade gallons of the stuff just sitting around and I know damn well how to make more of it. It's my main hobby.

I have a 67. It's not horrible. I think I could bring it up with this final portfolio grade. But I think part of getting off academic probation is bringing up my GPA to a certain point, and I have no idea if this will be enough. I need to figure out how to check my current GPA and look at the academic probation guidelines again. I feel like enough of a failure already. I don't want to get kicked out of college and have to plead my case with the board to see if they'll let me try again so long as I'm medicated. I'll do it if I have to, but I'm sure my mother already sees me as enough of an embarrassment. Maybe thow in a job + driver's licence and I can stop feeling like such a disappointment.

It's just hard to get my shit together when all of this is happening at once. I'm missing important milestones that people see as hallmarks of adult independence, and people are always on my case about it, but there's already so much I'm trying to figure out how to navigate, and it feels like I'm just using all my energy to survive. And not much else.

I really need to get this homework done before Thursday. I just don't know what will happen or what to do about anything else going on in my life. I've lived every day panic mode anticipating the next disaster since I was 10, and now I'm expected to calm down and just get it together. Why can't things ever be stable and normal? I just wish we were fucking normal. And it feels pathetic to say but the bottom line is I'm scared. I'm really scared.

[vacantgodling]

like i could get a therapist but like, how am i supposed to be a tortured artist if i'm not... yknow... tortured

[girlitfeelsgood]

Feel so horrendously awful over the tiniest little things that may not even be things at all. All the fucking time. My brain will just be playing them on repeat for hours every single evening. On days where literally nothing happened at all that felt bad at the time my brain will somehow still be able to pull out something to feel terrible over. No amount of thinking about it logically and telling myself it's fine makes it better. I can't distract myself. I just spend my whole evening and night thinking about the same things over and over and feeling so horrible about them that I feel physically ill

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

no feeling quite like wanting to do something but knowing your disability means you can't

[nicolewritesthings]

Love potions & babies

Summary: Steve thinks his witchy girlfriend put a spell on him, so he crashes her babysitting gig

a/n: had some free time today and this idea came to me! Just a one shot with boyfriend steve.

Two dumb, horny teenagers in love; Steve Harrington x reader

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Fall was your favorite time of year, especially in Hawkins, when the leaves turned and the air chilled.

You were always into the macabre, the occult things, partly because your mom fully believed in psychics and astrology, and partly because you found it funny when Steve called you his little witch.

This sentiment came out more during the fall of course, when your “witchiness” was at an all time high.

You made Steve watch all your favorite horror movies and read your favorite ghost stories. You told him the cycles of the moon and he even learned his birth chart, well he had it written down in his wallet in case you quizzed him.

He loved this spooky little side of you that not many people saw. To everyone else you were the typical girl next door, cheerleader - which really through Steve for a loop, the town’s best babysitter.

Which is what you were doing Friday night instead of hanging out with Steve. You were watching the Conrads’ six month old baby while they went on a date night.

They had a nice house at the end of your block. Big tv, tons of movies, and endless snacks, a babysitter’s dream. Their baby, Elsie, was the easiest baby you’ve ever watched. She fussed when she was hungry or tired but that’s about it.

So the two of you played on the family room floor while reruns of Bewitched ran on in the background. Witchy, yet family friendly.

Over at the video store, Steve was listening to Robin vent about her latest interaction with Vickie.

“She’s nice, but not like nice nice to me,” Robin rambled on, “like only nice in a friend way.”

Steve scrunched his eyebrows together, “are you also being nice to her in a friend way?”

Robin paused, genuinely stumped by this question. She goes back to think about their interactions and groans, “maybe. Shit, should I flirt with her? Or is that coming on too strong?”

“Just do whatever comes natural,” Steve smiled, “she’ll get the hint.”

She stared at him, dumbfounded, “not everyone can flash their smile at a girl and make her swoon, Harrington.”

“I smile at one girl only, thank you very much,” he leaned back, crossing his arms.

“Whatever, this is never going to work and I’ll die alone,” Robin huffed dramatically.

Steve tilted his head, thinking about you and your books and fake magic. “What if you do a love spell?” He asked, half joking, half serious.

Robin eyed him, “your girl is really rubbing off on you, dude.”

Steve shrugged, “I’m just saying, this manifestation stuff works. She wanted more money to buy concert tickets and then she gets a baby gig. Or like the time she really didn’t feel good about the chem exam and boom, the teacher postpones it.”

He’s elated now, thinking of all the times you used your witchy powers to make things happen for yourself. He knows it sounds ridiculous, but because you believe it, so does he.

Robin smirks, “is that how she got you then? A love spell?”

Steve pauses. He had never considered that possibility. That would be crazy, wouldn’t it? Spells don’t work and magic isn’t real. But you did really want those Stones tickets and by the grace of god you got them.

He leans against the counter, arms crossed as he contemplates how you two got together. It all seemed pretty normal, you had been helping your neighbor Dustin when his little “pet” turned into a demidog. Next thing you know, you and Steve were stuck in a school bus with a bunch of kids you used to be babysit, fighting a pack of otherworldly creatures.

You knew this spooky shit was real.

Then you were paired with Steve as lab partners which led to a whole semester of bickering and watching those damn kids. He didn’t know exactly when his feelings for you turned from platonic to something more. But as his graduation approached, your actions toward each other progressed past friendly.

Stolen glances over homework, study sessions turned into late night burger runs, movie nights with the kids, cuddling when they all fell asleep. Consoling him when he didn’t get into a single college and talking over what his future could look like, how he had so many possibilities.

A small part of you was glad Steve wasn’t moving away from Hawkins any time soon. You got another year with him, which is selfish you knew that. But you had more time to simply just be with him, in whatever way that was.

Then summer came and it was hotter than usual. While plenty of memorable things happened that summer, Steve shamelessly can only remember your bright red bikini straps, pushing them to the side and rubbing tanning oil on your already sunkissed shoulders. The smell of coconut and chlorine still fresh in his memory.

You spent the whole summer at either his pool or at the mall while he worked, not wanting to be apart for more than a few hours.

The more Steve thought about this, the more it started to sound like you did put a spell on him. But no, that was just your charm, the way you always had a light touch on him, your damn Cherry red bikini.

Then the thing with the Russians happened and the mindflayer came crashing in and Billy died and the worst night of your lives came to an end. He drove you to his place where you patched him up and climbed into bed together, barely talking and still stunned from the events of such a long couple of days.

Steve thinks that if you were to cast a spell on him it would have happened then. In his bed, you wearing nothing but his shirt and boxers, pressed into his side, limbs tangled up in one another. You looked up at him with those big eyes and told him you loved him. You weren’t sure if you meant it platonically or something more but Steve didn’t care. He knew exactly what you meant because he felt it too. In the face of almost losing you, he knew he was in love and couldn’t resist any longer. So he cupped your face into his hands and leaned down, kissing you like you’d melt away if he wasn’t holding on. Kissing you like it’s the last thing he’d ever do.

Steve snapped back to reality and looked at Robin, eyes wide, “oh fuck maybe she did cast a spell on me.”

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Back at the Conrads house, you handed blocks over to Elsie as she threw them down beside her. The sun had started to set but she was still wide awake. Maybe this baby was going to be harder than you thought.

You stood up to make another bottle just as the doorbell rang, causing you to jump. You eyed Elsie like she would know who would be knocking.

You checked the peephole, finding your boyfriend going for another knock. You smirked, opening the door, “well well, couldn’t spend one night away from me, could you?”

Steve gives you a quick peck on the cheek and lets himself in. You sense a bit of panic from him as he paces into the front room.

“Did you put a spell on me?” He blurts out.

You stare at him, confused, shutting the door slowly. Elsie babbles from the floor next to him. Steve looks down quickly, almost shocked at the baby’s presence. Like he forgot why you were in your neighbors’ home.

He cracks a polite smile at Elsie, “oh, hey, how you doing?”

You laugh at his pleasantries, acting as if he’s talking to an adult and not a literal baby. But Steve’s not joking around. He’s serious as can be when he poses the question again.

“So did you? Put a love spell on me?” He asks, the panic evident in his tone.

You chuckle, “what the hell are you talking about?”

He crosses his arms, “I’m being serious.”

You eye him, straightening up a bit. You don’t want to belittle him or disregard whatever this manic episode was, so you continue on, treading lightly.

“I’m not actually a witch, Steve,” you step toward him, reaching for his arms.

He looks down at you, almost pouting, “but you always say you can do this witchy shit. Manifesting and intuition and all that.”

You pull his arms open and wrap them around you, pressing into him. You sneak a glance to Elsie, who happily slaps her blocks together. You look back up at Steve and smile, “I mean, I guess I’ve been manifesting you since I was a little girl.”

Steve looks at you, confused.

You continue, “I would always dream about what my future man would be like. Tall, nice hair, stroooong.” You drag out the last word as Steve lightens up, gladly accepting your compliments.

“Smart, funny, rich,” you laugh. Steve rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah.”

You gently hold the back of his neck, playing with his hair, “seriously though, I’ve always dreamed of falling in love with someone like you. Little did I know he was just a few blocks away the whole time.”

“The universe works in mysterious ways,” he quotes the words you say way too often to him, making you smile big.

“See!” You kiss him quick, “you’re starting to really get it now!”

You pull away from him and turn your attention back to Elsie, sitting down and taking her into your lap. Steve joins you on the floor, awkwardly waving at the baby. She smiles toothlessly at him.

“Shouldn’t she be asleep by now?” He says, looking at his watch, “honestly I thought these people slept all day.”

“These people?” You laugh, astonished at your boyfriend, “but yes, she should be getting sleepy by now.”

You stand up, rocking her in your arms but she’s too distracted to sleep. Instead, she stares at Steve, eyes wide and completely enamored by him.

You smirk, “someone’s got a fan.”

Steve takes off his shoes and leans back on his elbows, getting comfortable. He ignores the baby and eyes the stack of movies, “they got anything good?”

“I thought you were good with kids?” You tease, rolling your eyes and trying to lull this baby to sleep but she is not having it. Elsie reaches toward the floor at Steve who looks up at the two of you.

He pauses, taking a mental photo of this moment. You holding a baby, hopefully his baby one day. God you would look hot pregnant, that’s a new one for him, he thinks.

“You look good with a baby,” he smirks, “hotter if it were mine.”

You grown, “gross, Steve. Be normal and help me put her too sleep.”

He groans, “is this how our future will be? Me trying to fuck you and you’re all busy with our ten kids?”

You shove him with your shoulder, “first of all, language. Secondly, ten kids? You’re out of your mind.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll settle for seven,” Steve shrugs.

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sure you could handle even one.”

Steve knew you were right about that. He was used to watching the kids, sure. But they were older and self sufficient. He’s maybe met two babies in his life and the first one was his cousin’s who wouldn’t stop crying and pooping. So he wasn’t exactly excited for the whole infant part of having kids.

You pushed Elsie toward him. Steve stuck his hands out, “oh no. You’re getting paid for this, not me.”

You insisted, “it’s a test. If you can put her to sleep, I’ll consider having your babies. One day.”

Steve’s eyes locked with yours, a dirty thought popped into his head and he gave you a look you knew too well.

“Okay, deal,” he smirked, “but instead of having my babies one day, you let me put one in you tonight.”

You gasped, pulling Elsie back into you.

“Steve! We’re still teenagers,” you exclaimed, shocked at his insinuation. Of course you thought about your future with Steve, marrying him and having kids. But that was exactly that - the future. You couldn’t possibly have a kid now, during your senior year while you both lived with your parents. Christ, they would kill you. Both his and your parents would literally kill you.

Steve chuckled, cocky as ever, grabbing at your hip and pulling you closer, “ I know, but thinking of you having my baby is really doing something to me. Like imagining you all pregnant because of me, because you love me enough to make a baby with.”

“You’re such a sap,” you shook your head, “and a perv.”

“You love me,” he ran a hand through your hair. You nodded, god you did love him.

Elsie squealed between you two. You huffed, tired of holding her and Steve noticed. He sighed, reaching toward the baby, “c’mere. Just tell me what to do.”

You smiled, handing her off to Steve who awkwardly took her in his arms. You adjusted her position, making her more comfortable as Steve hesitantly started rocking her.

“Like this?” He asked, cautiously eying Elsie who melted into his arms immediately.

“Yeah, you’re doing great,” you encouraged, stepping back to take in the scene.

Okay, now you understood why Steve was so into the baby making thing. You couldn’t help but stare as he held Elsie in his arms, rocking and cooing her to sleep.

Steve was a natural with a baby, of course he was. He rubbed his nose against her head, softly humming, the melody faintly familiar but you couldn’t place it. He wore the black band shirt you got him, the one with tighter sleeves and slightly cropped above his waistband.

He looked funny, really. Way too young to be a dad, with his worn in denim - god he looked good in those jeans, and messy hair. But again, you got what he was feeling earlier. Excited by the promise of the future with each other.

Before you both know it, Elsie falls asleep soundly in Steve’s arms. His eyes widen and he turns to you, whispering, “holy shit! I did it!”

“You did!” You whisper back, smiling wide.

Enamored with his new accomplishment, Steve continues to rock Elsie. He turns to you, noticing your loving gaze. But he catches something in your eye. A familiar look you give him, the one he only catches when you want him.

Like when you’re at a party and suddenly buzzed and bored with everyone there, only wanting to be with your boyfriend. Preferably on a bed, but the bathroom will do. Or when he’s fresh off the basketball court, sweaty and panting, getting praise from his teammates and other students but only beelines for you.

Steve knows that look. That dirty little look.

“So, about that deal,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes, letting logic guide you with this one. But it is rather fun to tease him.

You smile, “let’s resume this conversation in ten years, Harrington.”

Steve stares at you, overly content with your answer. He’s no better than a dog. The only thing running through his brain - she wants to have my babies!

Maybe you did put a spell on him, he thinks. Never in his life has he seriously thought about having children with someone and yet here he is, making ridiculous propositions while holding some stranger’s baby.

So yeah, maybe you did do your love potion magic. But thank god you did.

He cracks a smile, “promise?”

You don’t respond. Instead, lean up to kiss him softly. Definitely a promise you plan on keeping.

[bucketgetter535]

I don’t even like her

Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

CW: Swearing/Subtle internalized homophobia

WC: 1021

Notes: basically Paige is an angsty sixteen year old who “hates” this girl who goes to her school and vents to her therapist about it. (Lowk ooc for Paige but this is self indulgent) anyway this could be the only fic I ever write cause I’m also using it for a creative writing project at school so… give feedback if you want more ig?

The carpet in the office was too clean. That was the first thing Paige noticed every time. Too clean and too soft, like she wasn’t allowed to stomp on it. Like it would judge her shoes for having walked through a parking lot. Her chair squeaked a little when she leaned back too hard, and the window always had that little hum from the traffic outside. It wasn’t annoying. It was just always there.

Dr. Reyes sat in the chair across from her, the same leather armchair every week, ankles crossed like she had all the time in the world. She had that therapist expression that wasn’t fake, but wasn’t… not practiced, either. It was the kind of face Paige found herself trying to match sometimes. Even now. Even when she didn’t want to be here.

“So,” she started, not even looking at her notebook, “how’s this week been? Any change from what you were feeling before?”

Paige shrugged. Her hood was up. Her sleeves were pulled over her hands. “Fine.”

“You seem tired.”

“I guess.”

Dr. Reyes gave her a minute. She always gave her a minute.

And Paige hated that it worked.

“I’m just—” Paige exhaled, tugged at a loose thread on her sweatshirt. “I don’t know. People are annoying.”

“People, like… your teammates?”

“No. I mean yeah, but not really.” Another beat. “Just this one person.”

Dr. Reyes didn’t say anything.

“She’s just—God.” Paige sat up straighter, suddenly full of words. “She’s not even that great. Okay? Like people act like she is. People think she’s like this goddess or something. And she’s not. She’s just a girl. She’s literally just a girl. A normal girl. She’s not even that funny. She just—laughs at dumb stuff. Like it’s charming or whatever.”

Dr. Reyes stayed still. Just listening.

“And she’s not as good as everyone says she is. Like okay, yeah, she’s good, but she’s not better than me. I’m better. I am.”

“You’re talking about—?”

Paige rolled her eyes. “I’m not saying her name.”

Dr. Reyes smiled just slightly. “Okay.”

“She walks around like she owns everything. Like she doesn’t even know how pretty she is. It’s annoying. It’s so—manipulative. Like, don’t act all humble and act like you don’t know what you’re doing when you wear those stupid crop tops or laugh like that or—” Paige stopped, red in the face now. “Whatever.”

There was a silence. The kind that only existed when someone had just told a really big truth disguised as a rant.

“You sound like you think about her a lot,” Dr. Reyes said softly.

“I have to. She’s always there. Practice. School. Online. My friends won’t shut up about her. Even my dad likes her.”

“And you don’t?”

“No!” Paige’s voice cracked on it. “I mean—God, no. I hate her.”

Dr. Reyes raised an eyebrow gently. “You hate her?”

“Yes. I hate her dumb face and her dumb smile and the way she always smells like coconut conditioner and how she somehow makes basketball graceful. Like it’s supposed to be messy. It’s supposed to be violent, and she makes it look like a ballet or some shit and it’s infuriating.”

Paige was breathing faster now, curled slightly forward, like the truth was physically pushing its way out of her.

“And I hate how she looks at me like she knows me. Like she sees through all my shit. I hate how she’s nice to people. I hate how she’s mean when she’s mad. I hate how I know her favorite color is pink and she loves chocolate and eats some kind of treat every night because she’s got the worst sweet tooth. I hate how she texts with perfect punctuation. I hate that she doesn’t get pimples. I hate that she calls me ‘P’ like she’s allowed to.”

Dr. Reyes tilted her head just slightly. “She calls you that?”

Paige blinked hard. Her voice dropped. “Only sometimes.”

The room felt smaller now. Warmer. Or maybe that was just her.

Dr. Reyes was quiet, letting it stretch. Letting Paige decide where to go next.

“I—” Paige’s voice cracked again. “I think about her too much. And I hate that.”

“What do you think about?”

“She’s just always there. In my head. Like I’ll be in math or on the bus or listening to music or brushing my teeth and she just shows up. And it’s not even like I want her there. She just is.”

“And when she’s there?”

Paige swallowed. Her voice went small. “Sometimes I’m mad. Sometimes I just want her to look at me. Like, actually look at me. Not like a teammate. Not like a friend. Like… like I’m special. Like I’m more than just good at basketball.”

Dr. Reyes didn’t move. Her stillness was the safest thing in the world.

“And that makes me mad, too,” Paige whispered. “Because I shouldn’t want that from her. She’s her.”

“What’s wrong with wanting that?”

“Because it’s her.” Paige’s eyes were glassy now. “And if it’s her then—then maybe I’m not who I thought I was.”

Dr. Reyes’ voice was gentle. “Who do you think you are?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

The room went still again. Paige wiped her nose on her sleeve.

“I hate her,” she said again, softer now. “I hate that I know she’s everything I want to be. I hate that she makes me feel safe and out of control at the same time. I hate that I see her name and my stomach flips. That I hear her voice and everything feels quieter. I hate that her hands are so gentle when she rebounds and that she lets me win arguments because she knows I need to. I hate that she smells like home. And I hate that Azzi Fudd might be the only person I’ve ever—”

She stopped. Bit her lip. Looked away.

Dr. Reyes let her.

When Paige looked back, her face was blotchy, and her voice was nothing more than a thread of air.

“I don’t even like her,” she whispered.

And for the first time, Dr. Reyes wrote something down. Just one word.

Love

[energ00n]

Okay I'm gonna apologize for the piss poor reading compression sight pissing on the poor in your in box fucking constantly. Your art and intentions are actually VERY clear. Like D-16 being an ass on purpose via lying to elita and himself about how much Orion means to him on PURPOSE (there is also the assumption he doesn't know hes crushing yet, which mostly confirmed via that one comic of not knowing he's jealous of Jazz.) - I'm still so fucking flabbergasted people thought this was a misunderstanding some fucking how???? Anyway, thanks for sharing your art of your au regardless of people being dumb. As an artist who's had something get popular, I'd recommend (if you haven't already anyway) to just start blocking people if they continue to hound you about stuff like Bumblebee. (I like Bumblebee a lot, actually, but I hate the Fandoms' most popular versions of him, so hahha, I'm suffering!!) Because you've done so many warnings and asks for people to stop at this point. It might seem petty, but remember to put your own enjoyment first and for most. Anyway, I hope you have a good day/week (^-^)/

Oh your words been comforting me for a bit thank you very much

I like a certain subtlety in my work, but when it’s the very intentional thing getting misinterpreted it sort of makes me question my ability to do storytelling. It’s one of the reasons I get sooo agitated when i get asks that are just ??? The very obvious or an interpretation so wrong I don’t know what mistake I made for that to happen. I don’t want to write things outright, spoon feed information that would be more tasteful as implications and conclusions followers come up with themselves

Sorry for the little vent, I know they’re just asks from curious fans and I should be more kind but I just came out of smt irl and I burned my patient there

[banj0possum]

So… ah…

Gift! Take! Present!

CW: blood!

I’m in love with these goobers. Thank younsm for all you do!

Bonus? Some HCs that have been swishing in my empty empty noggin: (dunno where else to put them but here)

- Screw calls his treasures “Sparklies”. He also likes marbles. It’s hard for him to actually play, but he like the Sparklie. He has a big one that is his prized possession… but you can hold it if you want…

- I swear Ribs was big into Among Us or FNAF bc bro be venting. That’s all.

- In the “Bite HC” thing you said that the boys associate biting with eating/ their teeth are sharp, so I just thought of in Part 1 Soda is deadass trying to eat Reader with everyone standing there. But it’s in a funny haha way not in a scary way. My heart couldn’t take that.

- I HC that Bo drools. Not a lot, but more than the others. His gums are just out, poor guy.

- I was thinking about what the boys did before the apocalypse, so here are my silly dumb thoughts.

- Screw was a student, most definitely. Just an art or lit student scrimblo stumbling his way through college. (Also he likes Sanrio *cough*)

- As mentioned by you, Ribs is a party boy. I feel like he’s the type that did odd jobs. He;s all over Fiverr and Craigslist. Also he has no regards for savings. It’s is blessing in disguise he’s undead. No 401K to worry about.

- I feel like Soda worked at like a “fancy clothes rental” store or something to do with hospitality. I say that bc it was mentioned that he keeps his hair and clothes cleaner than the others. Although he could totally be like a VTuber or professional gooner for all ai know.

- Obvi Bo was conscripted into the military, but I could totally see him as a teacher. Dunno what age group tho.

Thank you for taking the time to read this far! Also don’t be afraid to cut so,e stuff out since ik it was long.

Love your work!! (qwq)✌️

akjhfikauvkhfnvujbghuhgb!! this is amazing !! :0000000

this is all canon now, i said so, its all canon

soda please share your hair routine sir please sir please share your hair-

[hg-aneh]

Yo, I don't know if you know this but your work is being posted on Pinterest

I sort of knew but never really cared about it until now-?

-lots of angry feed up whining below... and a bit of a breakdown-

Just a few hours ago I saw the comments on some of them and holy shit tiktok children are some of the most braindead individuals i have ever seen

I'm fine with reposts, and if I wasn't, I know I wouldn't be able to stop them

What's pissing me off rn is that my stuff is getting attention from *that* crowd, the booger eating snot nosed mocosos de mierda who are so privileged their main problems are "what's skrimblo skromblo doing now? omg is it problematic??? omg theyre like so evil 💀💀"

I- they're still fucking going with the Crowriel thing- How cool, how fun, totally not making me want to disappear again bc of all the trauma from that particular mess, nope, not at all

And the angel crowley x demon crowley thing- i swear to fucking god i- they're so dumb- they're so stupid- how is it incest you- they're the same person🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉

I even saw some little shit saying "omg i used to like that artist until i found out they draw nsfw" ... WHAT IS HAPPENIGNJDNGKDBG??????¿?¿¿????¿

I swear I'm going insane, I wish I could take my shit away from those people, they're so-??????

Like I'm legit about to enter another joker era, I can't believe this is what fandom spaces are now, what is wrong with people

Sorry I'm using this as a vent post or whatever but honestly I'm tired of being subservient when it comes to these fucking people, at one point a bitch has gotta explode

"Why do you care so much about what ppl say abt you online"

Because I have Seen what happens when you shut up about it. You either address it indirectly or become tiktoklovr103892's punching bag, there's no in between. Each second of silence is an admission of guilt for these motherfuckers

And I know that at the end of the day it doesn't matter but bro just allow me to be emotional over having an online space where I can have fun and take a break from life, be riddled with people who I've seen talking like they're praying for my downfall

Seriously what the fuck

What. the fuck.

.

Now if you'll excuse me

[kingdom-of-sins]

Charles Leclerc x reader

A/N: Friends to lovers

You and Charles knew each other since you were kids. Went to the same school and had play dates almost every week. Both were each other's valentines when you two were just five year olds.

You two kinda lost touch when your parents sent you to boarding school in a different country. Charles got busy with his karting career and you got busy with your studies. But you two would meet once or twice in a year whenever you go back home or both coincidentally in the same city.

Both of you had relationships with other people as you two grew older, but your break ups were not as controversial as his. You would hear your friends talking about it, and with social media everyone just knows about every thing.

Once you moved back to Monaco the friendship took a new life. It's not a big place so you two run into each other almost every day. See each other at every event. Same gym. Same neighborhood.

Your professional life soon got hectic when you started working in your parents' company. A fashion/jewelry company. Famous internationally. You managed to sign Charles as a brand ambassador.

Imagine him doing a photoshoot for your company's new line of clothing. You at the set as well. Both constantly talking and discussing just normal stuff. Both going out for lunch just as friends. Your social media is private, so imagine Charles posting a funny video of you taking ages to choose what flavor of ice cream you will have...just imagine his laugh while he is explaining what's going on and zooming the camera on you. Imagine the fans reaction, but obviously they don't know you two are just very good friends.

Charles and you started to spend more time together. It's like the play dates you two had when you both were kids, but the difference is you two are now adults and instead of playing fun silly little kid's games you two just hang out, vent about your hectic lives, share interesting life events, all that...

Since the friendship rekindled Charles didn't feel the need to jump into a new relationship. He didn't know why. He didn't even think about it. But both of you still under the impression that you two are "just friends".

Imagine you invited to the Monaco GP by Ferrari. You at the back of the garage during the weekend, having a front seat view to everything and Charles. Charles will occasionally come talk to you if he gets the time. Obviously the cameras will get that. It will even be posted on the Ferrari social media. Imagine Charles winning the Monaco GP for the first time (i think we all want it to happen). He doesn't say it but a part of him thinks he won his home race because you were there.

Imagine bored Charles during his week off. Visit you in your office with lunch because you are too busy to even eat. He doesn't disturb you or anything, just making sure you eat something. You find a few minutes break from your work and spend it with him.

Gradually you find yourself regularly keeping tabs about the races and important news regarding F1. You will be doing some important work and the race which is happening in a different continent would be playing on the tv or your phone.

The first time Charles realized that he loves you is when he was in desperate need of a haircut before a social event. He was not in Monaco, but fortunately you were in the same city, probably invited to the same event. So hours before the event he was in your hotel room, sitting on a chair with a towel on his shoulder, and you with a comb and scissor in your hands. Charles trusted you to cut his hair and you were his only option. The entire time he was thinking how "right" it feels. He was looking at the mirror while you cut his hair, and the longer he looked the longer he wanted it to last. The bonus is the hair cut is exactly how his mom would have done it.

You are not dumb or oblivious to everything. You know you are falling for Charles. Whenever you think about you two, about the past and all the moments spent together, falling in love with him seems just inevitable. But you are kinda scared to take the first step. What if he doesn't feel the same way? Charles too is scared to confess his feelings. He knows he doesn't have a good track record when it comes to love and relationships. He doesn't want to mess things up with you. He is scared and nervous and completely in love.

You were very good at hiding your feelings but Charles was not even half as good as you. Everyone around him could tell that he is in love. Even the workers at the Ferrari factory could tell.

Imagine Charles in a different country for a race, and you in a different country for work. Suddenly he sees an article of you with some model or designer. It's just a work meeting but the media made it seem like there was something romantic. Charles knew that but he so badly wished that it was him in that article instead of the other guy. He won the race, mostly because he just wanted for the race to be over as fast as possible so he could hop on the plane and fly to you.

When Charles knocked at your hotel room door you thought it was room service. You opened the door expecting to see your dinner but found an exhausted Charles standing there. He didn't give you a chance to speak and immediately kissed you. It took you a couple of seconds but you kissed back. The way he held you, the way your fingers ran through his hair, the way it felt to kiss each other said everything.

Everything just felt natural. Everything just felt like it was all meant to be. Everything just fits like a perfect puzzle.

BONUS

Imagine both you and Charles decided to keep the relationship private. Of course your families and close friends know and they were all thrilled.

Both finding the right balance between work and relationship. Sometimes you are able to sync your travel with his so you both can be in the same city. You understand what it takes to date an F1 driver, and Charles soon understood what it takes to date someone who is one day going to inherit an entire company.

It's okay if you two don't call each other every day, but you two keep each other updated with texts, photos, videos and voice notes.

Imagine Charles trying to attend your company's events to support you. And you try to attend as many races as you can, at least 10 races a year.

While the relationship is private you never enter the paddock with him. It's for the best. But people are not blind and most are overthinkers and great investigators. Of course speculations started to spread about you two.

You thought the relationship would be private for at least a few more months but Charles accidentally posted a video of you driving his Ferrari while he is just being the passenger princess. The video was supposed to be for the "close friends" but he accidentally forgot to choose that potion before uploading it on his insta story. He realized it immediately and deleted it but a lot of fans have already seen it and recorded it.

Now imagine entering the paddock together. A power couple. Charles holding your hand, fingers intertwined and all. Him introducing you to some necessary people.

Imagine one of those photos where he helps you get in his car and see how it feels. A very unique experience. Him explaining the steering wheel and all the buttons and switches.

Charles kissing you before getting in the car and after finishing his race. If he is in the top 3 or won the race then he just knows you are with the Ferrari team at the parc ferme waiting for him and celebrating for him. Hugs and kisses. Smiling at you from the top of the podium.

Your social media accounts are private so the fans just hound him to post photos of you. Occasional hate is there. You don't care but Charles does.

Summer break. You surprise Charles with an amazing vacation. He is thrilled and excited, but he just can't stop smiling when he finds out that you invited his family as well, because you know he loves going on vacation with his family.

Cute videos of you two from race weekends.

Charles posting cute photos of you or of both of you. It's very rare but he proudly posts them.

Whenever someone asks him questions about you or your name comes up he just gives a love sick smile "my girlfriend..."

You live in Monaco, you are rich, you already have expensive cars, but imagine Charles gifting you a Ferrari. He was completely involved in designing, choosing the perfect color, anything that can be personalized.

Imagine cozy nights at home. You cooking and Charles helping. Watching movies while cuddling under the blanket.

Imagine both working out together.

Imagine both buying a house together. Both equally involved in designing and all. There is no shortage of money so you two can have anything you want.

Imagine you two having a perfect relationship.

[princesskaulitz]

HEY !!

Could i request headcanons for 2008 Tom x reader ? Maybe shes part of the band or a childhood friend and theyre in a relationship? THANKU Xx

Tom Kaulitz Headcanons

✮ tom kaulitz 2008 hc’s (you’re his girlfriend and also in the band)

✮ fluff, not in any specific order, just random

✮ A/N: I’M BACCKKKK TO WRITING AGAIN 🖤🖤

(video from .kaulitzvikt on tiktok)

✮ first of all, i feel like it would have taken a while for you guys to get together because he would have liked you for what felt like years but was too shy to speak up about it 💀

✮ he would definitely defend you if the other guys try to pick on you. he wouldn’t fight them or anything but he’d but in and clap back at them with something so embarrassing that it would go dead silent and the others wouldn’t dare to even laugh. 😭

✮ whenever super toxic fans get jealous of you and bully you, he’s always there to reassure you and tell you that they’re just pathetically jealous of you because you’re beautiful and they could never have what you have

✮ he always carries your instrument along with his own. (princess treatment only ofc)

✮ unfortunately you and him can never really go on dates because some fangirls are insane and things are busy but he always does special things for you in the safety of yalls hotel room

✮ i imagine you would have a movie night and you’d make him match with you. i swear that man would match with you even if you made him wear hello kitty. he’s so sweet.

✮ you and bill would be besties and he’d totally appreciate that. you three would be peas in a pod. (just like they are with heidi now)

✮ i really feel like whenever you guys go shopping when you all get some free time on tour, you’d notice something in a shop that is really cute and literally every time he’d be like “do you want it?” and buy it for you.

✮ if you tried to tell him no because he’s already bought so much stuff for you, he’d get it for you anyway when your back is turned. you guys would be walking out of the shop and he’d just casually hand you the bag as if you never said no.

✮ whenever he and bill have a little argument about interviews, tom always comes to find you and vent to you. sometimes you help work things out between them.

✮ whenever tom and georg play video games on the tour bus, you’re always there sleeping in tom’s lap

✮ whenever you guys go to an interview and they ask tom about you, he just goes on and on about how beautiful you are, how strong you are for putting up with fans who can be toxic and how talented you are. (i feel like georg would make fun of him sometimes for this 💀)

✮ at award show after parties and such, tom doesn’t stick by you the entire time because he wants you to be able to mingle with others without him being attached to your hip the whole time but best believe he’s always looking around for you to make sure you’re okay. (and no one is hitting on you of course 👀)

✮ whenever you guys are at a meet and greet and you’re signing autographs, his eyes are glued to every single guy who asks you for an autograph. not because he’s jealous (he’s confident enough to know he’s the only man you’ll ever need) but because he’s protective.

✮ if you ever get nervous before a concert, he always does something to help calm you down. like cuddle with you or talk to you about something unrelated to get your mind off it. or he’ll even brush your hair for you if that helps you relax a bit.

✮ whenever he’s drunk or buzzed, he would 100% try to be a show off in front of you.

✮ i feel like he’s a show off in front of you in general, always talking himself up and stuff. and it’s attractive because he doesn’t even have to try and he’s not even lying when he says he’s better at someone at something 💀 he’s just effortlessly good at everything he does.

✮ he definitely has a nicknamed guitar pick he gives you for good luck before each show. he acts like it’s dumb and rolls his eyes when you call it his “love charm” or something cheesy—but he never forgets to give it to you.

✮ if you’re wearing a dress or something extra cute on tour, he WILL grab your hand and spin you around like “damn, let me see you again.” he’s your #1 fanboy and he’s shameless about it.

✮ if you fall asleep on the couch or in the studio, he’ll immediately take off his hoodie or jacket and cover you with it. then glare at anyone who makes too much noise.

✮ he lives for when people ask how you two met in interviews. always grins all cocky like and adds something extra like “she’s been obsessed with me since day one” while you’re just like “he was too nervous to even talk to me for over six months”

✮ tom lowkey takes photos of you constantly, snapping a candid of you tuning your guitar or dancing around the hotel room. he has a whole hidden album of his favorites.

✮ he always jokes about wanting you to wear his name on stage somehow—like a necklace that says “TOM’S,” or drawing a little T on your setlist—but he’s kinda serious.

✮ he loves when you two get interviewed together because he loves hearing you talk about your perspective on the band, the fans, the music. he thinks you’re so smart and articulate and sometimes just stares at you the whole time while you talk.

✮ one time you wore his shirt to rehearsal without realizing, and now it’s the only shirt he lets you steal because “it looks way better on you anyway.”

[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Dude SFW and NSFW Headcanons

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I love Postal Dude. He reminds me a lot of Sniper, so that might not help. These can apply to basically any version of Dude you want, but I tend to use PD2 as the default Dude. Those some things would probably be different for PD1.

So yeah, I got stuff that I need to finish working on. I'm halfway done with this one TF2 ask I got. So Imma try to finish that up ASAP.

And warning for sexual stuff and mentions of violence, but considering that this is Postal, the violence part shouldn't be too much of a bother

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SFW

-Oh boy oh boy, where do I even begin with my baby boy Dude. Postal was something I always had a slight intrest in but now it hit me full force so here we are. Plus he's got some similarities to Sniper as well so it doesn't help either. I can't control myself anymore. I need this man pregnant and i need it NOW!

-But anyways, Imma start throwing some stuff out there. This poor babe has been through it. He's been through Hell and back, literally.  He's gotten better over the years, but there are times where things feel like they're getting worse again. He's gotten better with dealing with it. Though, he's not the best when comforting his partner if they're struggling mentally. He tries his best, but he's just so unsure of what to do. He's good at sitting with you, having an arm wrapped around you as you hold onto him, venting your problems out. It's easy for him to be a listening ear. Any advice from him is probably not good advice. If there's something you want, he'll get it for you. A blanket? Done. Some ice cream? Okay, what flavor. It's the little things

-If you wanna be with this mess of a man, you gotta be semi comfortable with the violence. He's gonna be coming home almost every night covered in blood, acting like he didn't just kill someone over a doughnut. And you gotta be comfortable with his massive collection of weapons. He'll teach you how to use them so you can protect yourself if he isn't around.

-Which leads me to the fact that he WILL kill for you. Whether it'd be to protect you, to prove that he loves you, or even out of jealousy. He can be convinced to not kill someone but it does take some persuasion. He just wants to keep you safe, and he trusts no one but you, especially since the people of Paradise are rather "interesting". Though, he might just wait for you to be out of sight to kill the person you wanted spared... Oops...

-His love language is acts of services and physical touch. Homie won't be able to keep his hands off you. Sexual or not, he NEEDS to feel you. It makes him feel sane to know you're there and real. And if you need help with something, he's there to help you with it. He'd love it if you'd go on errands with him. It'd make things less boring AND it means more time to spend with you

-Also, to be with this man means Champ needs to approve of you first. Champ is his baby, so if Champ doesn't like you then clearly you aren't worth his time. But if Champ approves of you and you love and spoil him, then you might just be marriage material

-He's such a goofball. He'll be constantly teasing you. Not a day goes by where he isn't lovingly tormenting you over something dumb. He does it cause he loves you. He means no harm with it and will let off it if asked. Don't let him know about any sensitive or ticklish spots of yours cause he WILL be using those spots against you

-Very big on being able to laze around with you and doing nothing. Laying together on the bed or couch, alcohol and snacks readily available, and music playing in the background. He's a bully in a sense where he would want his music playing, claiming to have good taste in music. So hopefully, you like the same music as him. So stuff like Tool, Nine Inch Nails, KMFDM, etc. (Though in my own little world, I could see him crying over Mitski, plz don't judge)

-If you're a crafty person and you make something for him, he could cry from how happy it makes him. He loves seeing you work your stuff. Doesn't matter what it is (drawing, painting, sewing, crocheting,  etc.) he likes watching. It's calming to him. He'd def cry if you made anything Champ related. If you draw or paint, youre art is getting hung up on the walls. If you sew, knit, or crochet and you make him or Champ something to wear, then they'll be wearing what you made them proudly. Though he won't wear said stuff outside cause he doesn't wanna dirty them. He'd feel bad for ruing all your hard work

-Have I mentioned how spoiled he is yet? Cause he is. He's a very needy baby. Constantly wanting your time, attention, and affection. Almost never giving you a second of privacy cause he needs to be in your personal bubble. Oh, you locked the bathroom door so you could enjoy a bath in peace for once? Too bad, cause Dude's already picked the lock and hanging out with you. And if you don't stop him, he'll join you in the tub, with or without clothes on. He's essentially a cat that will scratch at the door til you let him in. If you're at work or he's running errands, he'll be texting you nonstop. Keeping you updated on the chaos he's causing and spamming you with Champ pics.

-He also has an abundance of photos of you. Some of just you doing whatever (yes even sleeping), you and Champ, you and Dude, and even all three of you together. You may not even know all of the photos he has of you. And yes, he will show you off, proud he has such a baddie and no one else does. But you also need to know that he isn't scared to take some of the worst photos of you. We're talk 0.5x forehead photos that make it look like you got a big ass forehead. He doesn't care. He loves everything about you and nothing will change that.

-Love seeing you wear his clothes. He thinks it's so cute how big his shirts look on you, the smaller you are, the better. He's very encouraging of you wearing his clothes. Sometimes, it gets him a little too excited, especially when you don't wear any pants, may God help you when that happens...

NSFW

-Loves biting you, once he starts he can't stop. He will have you marked up from head to toe by the time he's done with you. He would like it if you did the same to him. He'll ecourage you to leave some extra marks on him and especially his more sensitive areas. Same rules apply for scratching as well. He loves seeing the all the bites, bruises, and scratches you leave on him. And he feels such pride when he sees them on you

-He's the perfect person to have a hand kink for. He's got them long, spidery fingers that can leave goosebumps along your skin. He'd gladly shove his fingers down your throat if you want. His hands do tend to be littered with cuts and burns but don't think that will stop anything. The extra pain adds to the experience for him

-Yeha, he's kind of a masochist. There's just something about the way you inflict pain on him that gets him going. You could come up behind him and bite him and that's all you need to do for him to get the message. He will let you WRECK him however you want

-Does like degraded by only a little bit. He wants to be called a slut and to be told how vile he is for wanting to be used like a toy. But sometimes he has limits. He does need praises though. He could go on for hours praising you, and he would like to be able to be praised as well. He'd rather be praised than degraded. Especially during aftercare. Tell him how much of a good boy he is and how well he did. He'll love you forever if you do

-Is it wrong to say that I can see him having a Mommy kink? This might be from hearing the one line of his but there's just something about him that screams "let me call you Mommy plz". halp

-I've been making him sound like such a total sub but he can be dominant if you want. He tends to be more on the rough side when he doms though so do be prepared for it. He'd love to have you tied up and blindfolded, helpless as to what he's gonna do next. Loves making you beg

-peghimpeghimpeghimpeghimpeghim, do it. Nothing's stopping you. You'll get some of the best noises out of him if you peg him. He's is such a dirty little slut. Peg him and make him beg!

[bloggingboutburgers]

Also since I am salty.

There was a post about how horny people funded fandom to counter people who are against sex in it. About how shipping make them dive deeper in a character.

And I just thought... So to you, if we aren't into it we're missing it?

That's just incredible that on top of seeing aspect identity as an hindrance, it show again that this "fandom accept everyone" bullshit is picky about who count as "everyone" and what point of view is valuable or not

I'm just burn out seriously. I think beside venting on my blog or nothing I'll stop trying to be heard because they don't care and they're more numerous than us. They won't care because respecting our place here means thinking about how fandom have been for them.

I feel it's dumb to care about fandom but in the same time people write thinkpiece about it right? Why when it come to us it's just fandom, you take it seriously, it's just characters?

I can do that only for France too and we don't have the same influence than America. And I don't want to see our identity used to hurt other queer people.

I don't know what I can do. I'm just exhausted to feel this place being hostile to me.

Woooowwwww way to openly reject a whole group of people from fandom downright openly? Thanks, y'all. Thanks for also overlooking literally ANYTHING there it see about a work except romance and sex (ironically, even works that don't include romance or sex to begin with). Sheesh. Guess this is why I stopped partaking in fandom years ago.

...And yeah, ngl, the amount of horny people I've seen in France who only wanna talk about romance or horny stuff is still big, but I'm grateful I could've had conversations about VIRTUALLY ANYTHING ELSE with French people in the past. Despite the cliché that France is more romance and sex-oriented than say, the US, it's somehow harder to find withing US spaces. It's kinda like drinking. People in the US in my experience seem to drink a lot more to get shitfaced as opposed to having the one drink as socializing or to pair well with a meal like here.

Dunno. Maybe it's cus the US is a country of extremes and it's a (fairly harmful ngl) way to overcorrect for all the restrictions and puritanism imposed on them? Maybe it's cus the influence of the US is such that the "most common denominator" factor (which is def on the horny side, don't we all know it) is stronger and the views we'll be given from them are overall more basic?

...Idk man

There ain't any real place for us anyway as it stands nowadays

But also, at least we can TALK about it nowadays, in a not-so-distant-at-all past we'd immediately get sent more hate or be told to seek therapy for just voicing our frustration. I'll take any improvement I can get, even if our inclusion, as that post you quoted points out, is clearly still pretty nonexistent atp.

[fictionfordays]

SFW Alphabet (A-Z)

Yone (Heartsteel) x GN!Reader

CW: Fluffy stuff with Yone! He's so cute and so sweet :( Kisses are involved, pet names ("my love," "little one," you call him "love," "handsome," and "pretty boy"), early bird, big grump

WC: >2k

A/N: Collab with @kakujis ! Thanks for working on this with me. Yone is so fun to dive into<3 (and onto heheheheheh)

Heartsteel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

He loves reading with you! Grab a picnic blanket, a good book, and perhaps a bottle of wine, and sit in the sun with him! He also enjoys laying his head in your lap, or your head on his chest, as you watch a movie together.

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

he’s the type of guy to spend a lot of time thinking about others, less so himself, and so even though he loves surprises… he also isn’t quite sure how to act. if he seems ungrateful, he’s not, he’s just not used to it! as the eldest brother and resident band mom, he’s the type to forget his birthday and all. he’s eternally grateful for the love however, so make sure to surprise him when you can! ♡︎

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

while he’s great at comforting the guys (heartsteel), with you it’s different. physical care is easy peasy, ...emotional? give him a bit, please! yone has a lot of insecurities (as in, he’s unsure how to best approach sensitive topics) and fears himself, so when he comforts you it can come across as awkward sometimes. he’s always been the stern, big-brother type, so forgive him if he’s not the best at it. let him know if you want to vent or if you want advice so he doesn’t overstep! if he’s really at a loss, he’ll just hold you in his arms. if he’s upset… good luck getting it out of him! he’ll never full-on mom-lecture you like he does with HEARTSTEEL, but he will definitely make some comments here and there. 

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

I feel like he really only dances in a club setting, or in private with just you. He’s an alright dancer, not great but also not terrible, willing to acknowledge this too. I think he prefers more sensual dancing with you in private. Either swaying slowly in your living room to some soft music playing, or slowly grinding against each other in one of the bedrooms (though this usually leads to other things)

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

Tbh it depends on what has him excited??? But usually he has a big dumb grin on his face and a light blush, he might talk a bit louder than usual or act slightly more boisterous

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

married? yes. having kids? hmm, complicated but leaning towards yes. yone’s unlearning how to be overbearing like he was with yasuo, which made his brother turn and run away from him. he’s probably scared in that aspect, but, a mini yone running around would be so cute! 

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

He loves gifting you flowers and hand written notes/letters. He’s also very thoughtful about his gifts so if you like reading, he’ll gift you a book that he’s written notes and small analyses for you to find while reading. If he’s on tour or travelling, he’ll bring back little souvenirs for you from every new place he goes.

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

When out in public, he’ll hold your hand, perhaps he’ll bend down to whisper in your ear if he’s feeling cheeky

In private he likes to face you when cuddling, maybe gazing into each other’s eyes as you lay together chatting quietly. He also likes when you lay your head on his chest. His heartbeat is steady and calming, and this way he can run his fingers through your hair. When alone, he also likes to hug you from behind while you’re making coffee or cooking dinner

Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

Yone is busy with the hustle and bustle of life on the daily, from HEARTSTEEL recording sessions, setting up tour dates, collaborations, meetings on merch, etc. soo, he loves quiet dates. Simple things like a picnic in the park, reading dates, days out at a botanical garden or museum. 

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

I think he’s very secure in his relationship with you. He’d let you know, nicely,  if you’re spending too much time with someone else, or if he thinks something you or someone else did was crossing the line a bit.

Now if someone won’t take the hint and leave you alone, he can be quite protective and will slide in front of you. He’d rather not fight, but he’s capable of knocking out some teeth if he has to (and if he doesn’t, Sett definitely will)

Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

He loves kissing you like you are the very air he breathes, the very water he drinks, the very food he eats. He kisses you like your soul is all-consuming, like his very being will dissipate if he pulls away.

He likes giving you little forehead kisses.

He likes grabbing you by the chin and giving you a teasing kiss on the corner of your lips.

Kisses to the tip of your nose during cuddle time are his favourite though.

Love – How do they show you that they love you?

He makes you playlists for every occasion! And I mean E V E R Y occasion! Need to focus on writing/drawing? Boom, playlist. Taking a bath? Playlist. Going for a long drive? Playlist. Those moments you’re alone and thinking of him? Playlist. You name it, there’s a playlist for you.

If you stay the night with him but you have somewhere to be the next day, he’ll make sure he packs you a lunch the night before to take with you when you leave in the morning. There will also be coffee, made just how you like it.

You two have a nightly routine when he’s not touring or in a show. Usually over video call, unless you’re staying the night together. You brush argan oil through your hair, wash and moisturize your face (sometimes you do face masks!), change into jammies, and lay together (virtually or irl) under the blankets just chatting quietly until one of you falls asleep. (He may have a bedtime story or two memorized just for this time with you)

Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

He loves catching you listening to one of the playlists he made, but especially if he finds you dancing to one. He also enjoys watching you interact with the guys. It makes him really happy to see you getting along with them and that they adore you almost as much as he does. There’s also something about the way you sleep? You look so peaceful and content, the way you curl up in his arms, your soft snores, the way your fingers twitch as you dream. The way you cuddle your favourite plushie that he had gifted you when he’s not there to hold you absolutely melts his heart. You’re so cute!

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

I feel like he’s very traditional? He likes the way your name sounds on his lips so he uses it the most. I think he would also call you “my love” or “little one”

He likes how you say his name. Yone sounds so sweet on your tongue. He prefers that, but he doesn’t mind the silly nicknames you come up with for him either. “Love,” “handsome,” and “pretty boy” are probably his favourites (but please don’t call him “pretty boy” in front of the others!)

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

Ok, listen, I’m sticking to the secret admirer trope. IT JUST SUITS HIM AND HE’S SO CUTE ugh. He loves learning new things about you sm and he loves the excitement on your face when you receive a new gift from your secret admirer! The frustration on your face when you’re initially trying to figure out who it is really is golden!

Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

yep! he’s definitely a pet guy. in my opinion, he’d love to have two or three, the more the merrier. and while he’s a fan of high energy pets, i think a lap dog or independent cat would also be great for him. hell, you could even tell him you want a reptile and he’d be all for it! 

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Serene, he’s comforting and easy to be around. 

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

imo, yone’s a secret romantic. he dislikes the attention (and teasing!) from his fellow bandmates, so he’ll do these types of things on a date far away from them. he’s a subtle type of romantic i think as well… think flowers on the nightstand (not on the coffee table unless he wants kayn and ezreal to make fun of him), making a playlist just for the two of you, etc.

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

When you listen to him! Yone doesn’t usually vent or rant, so when he does, it’s best to really listen. He has a lot on his shoulders and sometime’s the weight of it is too much. There’s other things too: he likes it when you play with his hair while he lays in your lap or when you rub reassuring circles on his lower back. 

Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

BAND MOM MODE, goes a little overboard if you’re hurt. Bandages you up while giving you some stern talking to about how you need to be more careful. (Though, to be fair, it’s usually more directed at Sett and Kayn for trying to include you in their rough housing)

If you’re sick UGHHHHHH he wears a mask. And gloves. His hair is in a tight bun. Idk but he wears almost all of the PPE he can find just so he can bring you some hot soup or tea. Scolds you for wanting cuddles (relents eventually bc he loves holding you and just wants you to feel better)

If the band mom himself is sick, best believe you are taking over all of his duties. The world would crash and burn without him, he’s sure of it. Tries to pretend not to be sick, I mean, obviously he’s fine, look at him. When you finally force him to take some medicine and lay down, he’s either out cold, or is calling you every 10min to make sure everything is ok and everyone’s playing nice.

The Pro at not getting hurt (somehow? Idk how this works but he NEVER GETS HURT. Pretends to cry over a barely there papercut just so you’ll coddle him a lil)

Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

He’s an early riser. WHAT KIND OF MONSTER WANTS TO WAKE UP THAT EARLY. At least that means coffee will be ready when you finally get up<3

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

Yone likes routine, he likes stability. He probably won’t like to spice things up too often, but he’ll do it for you. 

Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

He’s so sweet and adorable when it comes to taking a bath with you, he wants you to relax and be at ease. Being the not-super-secret romantic that he is, I think a shared bath or shower would be more likely at your place, or when the guys aren’t home.

For a bath: He’ll go the whole nine. Epsom salt for your sore muscles, essential oils for aromatherapy, he’ll even pull your hair into a bun for you

For a shower: He would gladly wash your hair. He’ll shampoo the roots and be sure to give you a nice scalp massage while he’s at it. He might look at you funny if you ask him to shave for you though. And also, why does your hair always look better after he washes it???

XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

PDA… is not happening HAHA. maaaybe if you crack him after annoying him enough! hand holding is alright though. if it’s just the two of you though? cheek kisses, forehead kisses, hand kisses, anywhere he can kiss he will. loves running his hands through your hair and randomly announcing that he loves you, by the way. 

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

although he’s not the lyricist of the group, he’s still really musically inclined. he writes poems, small song snippets, etc. for you when he misses you. lays on your side of the bed and texts you more often than usual. he might call you at odd times of the day/night, if he’s missing you a ton. 

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

I picture him as being a little bit of a grump when he’s sleepy. Poor lad needs his sleep and his coffee :(

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