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seokjinsonlyone · 1 year

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this how i think bts would be if you both knew you liked each other but you weren’t dating yet

a/n: you guys been looking forward to this one hope it lives up to your expectations 🥹👉👈 and you should like totally lemme know what you thought about it after you're done

namjoon:

calls you on the phone every night; asks about your day and genuinely wants to know every little detail no matter how insignificant; gets shy when you ask about his

always extends an invite to you to join him at a museum; he goes to so many so often so he understands if you can’t go every time but he really likes it when you can go; likes hearing your thoughts on different pieces no matter how ridiculous bc you’re really not that well versed in art and architecture; he also likes the look in your eye and how intently you listen to him when he actually explains the intent behind the art

wraps his arms all the way around you, completely engulfing you when you hug; gives you an extra squeeze and rubs circles on your lower back before letting go

pet names start slipping out willy nilly; beautiful, princess, pretty girl, lovely; like the more and longer he likes you the less your name come out his mouth

he got mad rizz dog; like everyone once in a while he's gonna hit you with a pick up line that catches you off guard; gon have you giggling and blushing; but he also will be giggling and blushing afterward bc he gets shy after being cute

lowkey wants your approval for everything; doesn’t NEED it but he’d like it tho for sure; like would let you listen to his unreleased music and wait with bated breath while you listened until you gushed about how good it all was

if someone came up to him while y’all were hanging out and started flirting with him he would not notice at all; you’d wait until he was done carrying on the conversation and (semi)jokingly be like “so when’s the date” and he’d be soooo confused; “huh?” “they were totally flirting with you!” “really?” “if they smiled any harder they cheeks would’ve split open and did you see how hard they were laughing? you not that funny joon 🙄” “i’m sorry i didn’t notice. i promise i wasn’t flirting back tho. the only person i wanna flirt with is you.”

seokjin:

turns red whenever you’re around; like just constantly feels called out even if no one said anything bc it’s like he knows how he feels, all his friends know how he feels, and most importantly you know how he feels; embarazzing

becomes your local fruit dealer; like whenever his family or friends give him a bunch of produce from their various farms you’re definitely on the list of people he gifts them too; he gives you a bigger share than his members too <3

sends you pictures of the food he cooks and always saves you a plate after hearing you talk about how good it looks

asks for your switch code and invites you to play games with him whenever he has down time; like will stay up to 4am playing mario strikers or nintendo switch sports with you

gets really good at origami bc one time you met up and he felt awkward not having anything to get you so he used the gum wrapper in his pocket to make you a paper airplane; now every time you meet up he has a new paper sculpture; like you end up with a whole drawer of paper hats, planes, cups, flowers, frogs, ninja stars; has a cute little message written inside that makes you smile each time you unfold them

overly helpful; like he tryna do whatever he can for you; he’s holding your bag, opening doors for you, at one point he even goes so far as to lay his jacket on the bench y’all sitting on so your butt won’t be cold 💀

his number one goal when y’all are around each other is to make you laugh; like it doesn’t really matter if you’re laughing with him or at him as long as he hears that cackle he considers the interaction a success

yoongi:

not used to initiating any kind of interaction (outside of work) with people so he just lingers around you and hopes something happens; takes you a while to realize that’s his way of asking for attention

pretty much willing to go along with whatever to make you happy; like if you were complaining about never having anyone to go to the store with he’d offer himself up so fast and that’s how you’d end up with him in ulta helping you pick out lashes

has to get scolded by seokjin repeatedly bc the one text he sent him in the past month was left on read but he replies to you almost immediately every time you message him

silently takes care of you; like if you were eating together and got choked up on something he's just gonna get up and get you a bottle of water then slide it over without ever looking you in the eye; or if you complained about your hands being cold he'd start carrying around those hand warmer pouch thingies waiting for the next time you said something then he'd just put them in your pocket

starts opening up to you 🥺

it may not last for long but when you’re speaking with him he’ll look directly into your eyes

his hands flinch a lot when you're around; sometimes he's just hit with the inexplicable urge to hold your hand or touch you in some sort of way but he hasn't quite figured out y'all's dynamic yet so he's afraid to go for it

hoseok:

becomes zendayafied; like if you think it’s bad with jimin… you ain’t seen the worst of it; you might as well be richard pryor at the apollo the way he be cracking up over any and every little thing you do; his laugh can be heard halfway across the world

he stalks your ig page and replies to all your stories with a series of emojis; shows them to his friends and goes on and on about how cute you are

sends you a bouquet of flowers and texts you a little later on asking if you got them so you send him a picture of you holding them and he responds “☹️ i was hoping you’d be in the pic but all i see are flowers”

notices the little things about you; like he’s the type to compliment your earrings or your nail color

thinks everything you do is like super great; like if you drew a little doodle on a post it note or something he's gonna keep it and in his phone case; like 100% the type to actually display a painting you did in his house even if you feel like it looks like an 8 year old did it

has a special hyper focus on you; i just imagine y'all being at a party and you're in a group and he's being hobi ya know chopping it up with everyone kekeing and the like and you could be there next to him but not really actively participating in the conversation but if you tried to slip away to like get a drink or whatever he would grab your wrist and licherally stop mid sentence to ask you where you were going; would leave the group to go do whatever you wanted to do as well

adds a bunch of heart emojis to your contact in his phone; [yn ❤️😍💜🥰💞😘💖🤩💓😚💘]

jimin:

buys you a scarf when it gets chilly bc he notices you never have one on and he doesn’t want you to catch a cold; personally wraps it around your neck himself before you go outside

perpetual flirt; like there's some kind of innuendo to everything he says to you

is able to pick up on your moods scary easily so he knows when you’re a bit off and lets you know he’s willing to listen if u wanna talk; whether you choose to take him up on his offer or not he gives a really big, tight, long hug which helps you out more than you’re willing to admit

is easily flustered by you; like if you told him you liked his hair or his sweater or something he's gonna do that thing he does where he looks down, smiles, and then hides his face

always trying to impress you; like if you told him you admired people who were good at art he finna brush up on his skills a little and then next time you see him he gon have a sketch pad in fron t of him doing some crazy doodles; or if you told him you liked his voice when you're around he'll be acting like he's being nonchalant playing it cool but be putting in mad effort humming one of your favorite songs adding in some jazmine sullivan type runs

tries to meet up with you as much as possible; like your presence is addicting to him and he wants to take in all that he can; definitely calls you at some point if he can't see you that day even if it's like 1am and you're definitely asleep he's gonna chance it and call you; "are you awake?" "no" "oh i'm sorry i'm sorry i just missed you today" "missed you too mini" "i bet you looked pretty" "thank you but you have to let me get back to sleep" "alright alright imma let you go but one more question" "what's up?" *starts giggling* "what are you wearing right now?😏" "😐 i'm hanging up" *giggles even harder* "okay okay i'm done i'm sorry for waking you sleep tight beautiful" "night mini"; and then he's awake for another hour and a half staring at the ceiling with a big smile on his face thinking about how much he likes you

always walks you to your door when he's dropping you off home and won't leave until you inside with the door closed even if you insist on seeing him off as well so you just gotta watch him walk off from the window

taehyung:

gets shy after complimenting you; the “you look really pretty today” to tata mic face pipeline is strong

goes out of his way to find out when you'll be at certain places and then acts like it's a coincidence when y'all run into each other

feels all tingly inside when you like something he recommended; like if he recommended you a song and you listened to it later and then texted him about how much you loved it you would not be able to wipe the grin off his face

he fishes for compliments from you; like will get all dolled up in his 3 piece suit, hair slicked back just bc he knows you’ll be around and wants you to tell him he looks nice; if you don’t initiate it he will; will stand next to you and be like “ahh i just felt like wearing this today, it’s my favorite one. i think it looks nice. doesn’t it?”

squishes your cheeks between his hands when he deems you as being too cute

takes an active interest in your interests; like if you were really into some group and you told him about it he'd go and listen to their songs and send you his favorites and if they ever toured he's definitely getting y'all tickets to their show; or if you really liked to do paper mache or something he's gonna set aside a day for you to show him how to do it

has his arm around the back of your chair when y’all sit next to each other bc he can’t work up the nerve to actually put his arm around you

jungkook:

walks so close to you that your hand bumps together with every step; takes about five minutes of contemplation and hand flinching before he takes your hand in his; probably puts your conjoined hands in his pocket; looks down at you for about five seconds to gauge your reaction but quickly looks away when you make eye contact; tips of his ears are red the whole time

invites you over to play with his dogs, literally; no funny business is happening; he can’t be with you like that when he likes you as much as he does not until y’all are official just so he has confirmation that you’re on the same page

he be staring at you; like whenever you not looking at him he’s looking at you; watching, observing, admiring, mentally cataloguing all your little quirks, stockpiling them for a rainy day (re: waiting for the right time he can jokingly imitate you)

sometimes it feels like it’s one step forward two steps back with him bc every time he reaches what he feels is “the next level” he has to stop and reevaluate his feelings so he gets distant; but when he’s sure of how he feels again he goes back to following behind you like a lil puppy

his crush on you gets fatter whenever y’all are in a group conversation bc you always notice when he’s trying to say something but can’t find the right timing and create an opening for him to speak

always sits next to you; like there could be 10 empty seats in a room and he's always gonna jam himself as close to you as possible even if he doesn't plan on saying anything

y'all would have a couple late night convenience store dates; like y'all would be on the phone at like midnight talking about how you're craving ramen and snacks and next thing you know he's offering to pick you up and then you sitting next to him in da local 7/11 wit a cup ramen, a diet coke, and some sour gummy worms; he'd lightly gasp and go stiff for a second before relaxing a bit if you randomly laid your head on his shoulder after you finished your food complaining about how full and tired you were; would go back and forth with himself over whether he should just wrap his arm around you but ultimately just decides on leaning his head against yours in return

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trashmouth-richie · 6 months

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masterlist

eddie x fem reader

chapter summary: how sweet it is, to be loved.

series summary: You were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

special thanks: to anyone and everyone who read a single chapter or kept up with this series to the end, thank you so much- this story wouldn’t be possible without your support.

author’s note: I can’t believe this is the final chapter for this series, I’m feeling so many emotions right now but mostly just love for Eddie and Tooty and everything in between. Thank you to anyone who has helped me beta ( @sweetsweetjellybean especially!)this story or fan girled with me over upcoming chapters. To any of the very talented artists who have made any art for this series, thank you so very much, each and every piece holds such a special place in my heart. To anyone who is mentioned in this story, thank you so so much, @loveshotzz @chechelia @carolmunson @mopeymopeymouse and everyone else— thank you for allowing me to include you in this series. To everyone who has liked, rb’d left a comment or interacted in any way with this series— THANK YOU. This series has brought such joy & heartache to me, and I’m so lucky to have people enjoy it. 🖤

Cereal

Hotdogs

Bananas

Jelly —grape, not strawberry

Bread

Crackers

Toothpaste

Noodles

Chicken thighs— babe are you making fun of me?

Heartburn medicine

You tap the chewed cap of your pen along the lined paper of a scribble heavy grocery list. Desperately wishing you had x-ray vision to see inside your cabinets and remember what you were in need of, you chew the cap again.

Giggling to yourself every so often at Eddie’s notes on the grocery list. Crossing off items he thought weren’t needed, mostly vegetables he didn’t like. And always making sure you got his favorites. And not, “that healthy bullshit cereal, give me sugar or kill me babe, I will not eat Raisin Bran”

Peanut butter

Sunny D

Thyme

Heavy cream

Basil

Carrots

Onions

Chicken stock

Hey sweetheart can you please get me some candy? I like skittles but you know I love m&ms.. and twizzlers, it’s for the shop. :)

The lady behind the desk chirps a name again, but you are still racking your brain on what else was needed. The soup you had planned on making tonight would be perfect for the chilly weather rolling in. November was coming in like a lion, ferociously cold and temperatures already dipping below zero.

Eddie loved your potato soup, so much that he begged you to make it after another long, grisly week at the shop.

He loved everything you made, even your chili that he doctored up by adding sour cream and Doritos to it. Bon Appetit he would say with a smirk on his lips, a heaping bowl steaming in front of him.

The clerk behind the desk tutted and huffed, the schedule was getting behind.

“Tooty Munson! Is there a Tooty Munson here?”

You glance up quickly at the sound of your name, “shit,” you breathe, “here, yes,” you scramble shoving the list and pen into your purse, buried amongst the gum wrappers and a spilled container of tic-tacs.

The receptionist clicks her papers against the formica counter and holds her nose in the air, as if this job and you were beneath her.

“He’s ready for you now.”

—-

“…alright, Ed, did ya look o’er those applications yet? ‘Tween you D and Mike I don’t think we are going to be able to keep up everything that we got on the schedule.”

Wayne’s eyebrows are raised as he looks over the bifocals perched on his nose. He had been scouring over the schedules and the books for the better half of the afternoon since lunch hour—trying to figure out how to swing their overloaded schedule.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t do the work, they were simply short handed. After Boom closed his doors in Hawkins, he had recommended to his regulars that they travel to Bridgeport to Master Mechanics to see Eddie and Wayne. Business was booming, and the Munson’s could barely keep up.

Early on, Wayne and Eddie decided they would only be open until noon on Saturday’s but now with the packed schedule, they worked til almost dark every night of the week, including some Sundays.

Wayne rubs his short nails through his scratchy mostly white scruff, “we can’t have these boys workin’ like this, they’ll quit on us before you can slap a tick.”

Eddie was leaning against the doorway, a bottle of Coca Cola held limp in his hand, a greasy rag stuffed in his back pocket.

“Yeah,” he yawns, stretching out his back, “let’s hire ‘em all, we need the extra hands, or I’m gonna need an extra back.”

Wayne grunts in confirmation. The highlighter squeaks as it’s drug across the phone numbers on the applications, “I’ll call ‘em first thing in the morning,” he straightens up his desk and shoves the papers into a drawer.

His glasses clink as he folds them up and lays them next to a picture of the newlywed Munson’s. He leans back in his chair, the leather crinkling beneath his worn coveralls, “I’m callin’ it for the day,” he exhaled, staring up at the ceiling, “it’s been one helluva week and I’m shot, tell the boys to go home to their wives.”

“and you too,” he points, “go take care of your wife, Ed, tell her I hope she starts to feelin’ better.”

Eddie’s curls bounce as he nods his head, completely drained from the week, shit maybe he was getting sick too? “she went to the doctor today, probably just the flu, Max told her it was going around.”

“Well then,” Wayne says, standing up and clicking off the table lamp, “take tomorrow off and rest–

both of ya, hear me?”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.”

—

Eddie’s tires crunch on the ice and hard packed snow of the driveway, a silent serenity, meaning he is only moments away from holding you in his arms, seconds away from kissing your lips, and if he was lucky, minutes from eating something delicious to fill his grumbling stomach.

He throws the truck into neutral, killing the engine and tossing the keys around his finger. Tracks from your Jeep tires lead into the garage he had built last spring. A huge project that your friends were paid in beer and a bonfire when it was all finished.

Thrusting his sore hands into his canvas coat, he ducked his chin into the zipper and braved the asthma inducing gust of wind to the front door as it whipped through his curls.

The house was oddly quiet, only the hum of the refrigerator making any sort of sound. Usually when he came home you’d be playing the radio, or talking on the phone to Max or Nancy, greeting him with a pop of your head around the wall in the kitchen or from the hallway, the prettiest smile put on your lips.

“Princess?” he called out in endearment as he untied his boots and put them on the shoe rack. His coatwas already hanging on its hook, usually next to your purse but your purse was thrown onto the arm chair, and your shoes were in the hallway like you had walked right out of them.

He undid the buttons of his work blues, letting them hang at his waist like a mechanic cape. Socked feet trudge down the carpeted hallway, you must not be feeling any better, probably too exhausted to make it out of bed.

But Eddie was wrong.

You were perched on top of the comforter, coat still on but unzipped staring at the door waiting for his arrival, fuzzy socks on your wiggling toes.

“Hey, handsome,” you said, trying to keep your pitch even.

“There’s my girl,” his velvet voice wrapping around you like a hug as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for your left hand and kissing the finger that adorned the prettiest ring he’d ever bought, “how’s my beautiful wife?”

It had been five months since you said I do. A June wedding in your own backyard, filled with friends who had served as family for years, gathered by your sides.

“I forgot the potatoes,” you say blankly, a weird little smile on your face.

Eddie sits down next to you, rubbing your thigh back and forth and letting out an exhausted yawn, “That’s alright, I can make us some grilled cheese if you’re up for—”

“I was looking at my grocery list, and couldn’t remember what I’d forgot.”

Eddie’s confused, but wants to reassure you that its no big deal, he’s a grown man he can certainly make supper for himself and his wife. “Sweetheart it’s okay, don’t beat yours—“

“Can’t make potato soup without potatoes.” And this time you laugh, kind of whimsically and in disbelief.

His brows turn inward, still he just keeps reassuring you that everything is fine, “It’s okay Tooty, seriously. Let me go make you some—”

And for the third time tonight, you interrupted him, “doctor said that’s normal.”

He’s exhausted and is honestly more confused than he would like to admit, “what? The flu?”

“No, no. “ you say, a twisted little smirk on your face, “forgetting things, throwing up in the morning, being exhausted… totally normal.”

“Babe?” He moves to touch the back of his hand to your head, wincing when he realizes that he’s probably freezing.

“I was so scared the last time,” you whisper, teary eyed, “terrified.. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but now—.”

Eddie reaches for your cheeks, holding them softly, his eyes searching yours, desperate to figure out what the hell is going on, “what am I missing here? It’s normal to have… the flu?”

“No, it’s not the flu,” you finally admit, looking up at him and rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs,

“Eddie, I’m pregnant.”

—

You could fill an empty pool up from the tears that sprung from Eddie’s eyes that night. He was overjoyed, holding you tight while he wept into your hair. Kissing your belly and whispering to the baby. Small streaks of tears flowing down your swollen skin and the faded scar across your lower belly.

Each month that ticked by, Eddie’s worry only doubled.

The day after you had found out, he woke early. Watching as your chest rose and fell as you slept soundly in the original mock up of his hellfire shirt.

It was threadbare, cotton worn so thin it was practically see through— but you claimed it as your own back in the early days of your new relationship, hands on your hips and the infamous pout on your lip as you playfully argued with him about how it was now yours.

Dusk painted the diamond covered ground from the fresh snow over night. Falling as delicately as his lips allover your skin. Soaking up the dainty noises from your throat when he carefully slid into you, tears spilling from both of your eyelashes, love filling the room more sweetly than it ever had before.

The soft cotton of the blankets hugged your curves, and he exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he gazed down at his beautiful— now pregnant— wife.

His sweet Tooty, carrying a gift more precious than gold.

Kissing your cheek—he dressed quietly, scribbling a note on the bedside table about going into town for a bit, but to just relax in bed until he got home.

You were having a dreamless sleep, not even sugarplums could dance in your head with the overwhelming exhaustion that your body was trying desperately to catch up from.

Something cold then silky smooth brushed against your cheek, and a velvet voice sang a little good morning greeting into your ear. Your loving husband. Pressing sweet angel kisses behind your ear and on your eyelids.

Your bedroom was lit with the glow of a warm sun in the afternoon light. Playing a yellowed hue of warmth across your comforter, pulling the caramel color from Eddie’s curls and making his eyes look like a dreamy cup of coffee swirling with creamer.

His lips hug yours, both smiling into one another. Heart swelling more than your toes would in the months to come.

C’mon, got a surprise for you, princess.

The spare bedroom that was once a room for band equipment, then Max’s bedroom for almost a year before she eventually moved in with Gareth and Will, now held storage, was completely organized, and held a wide array of items.

A crib, brand new and still in the box, a pack n play, a swing, every box of diapers ranging from size 1 - 5, baby gates, outlet covers, fancy locks for cabinets and drawers, rubber bumpers for sharp corners and edges of tables.

A bookshelf full of baby books, how to’s for new parents, nursery rhymes by mother goose, books suggesting baby names and their meanings, and a guide on how to quit smoking.

Tucked into the corner of the room by the bookshelf and near the window, was a rocking chair.

“Eddie,” you gasp, running sleep from your eyes, “wh-what is all of this?”

He’s smiling ear to ear, trying to curb his enthusiasm a tiny bit. “I might have gotten a little carried away.”

Turning towards the shelf you see a plastic sack, full of candy and bubble gum, and mints. “Edward Joseph Munson.”

“Don’t scold me, mama,” he jokes, grabbing onto your hips and kissing your hairline, “I’m just spoiling our baby.”

God you loved this man, he’d break his neck to give you the world. He was the most loving husband, and now you got to see him step into a new role. One completely foreign to you both, only have shared the idea for a few moments before it was ripped away.

You lean into him, holding him tight and working your nose into the crook of his neck. “You’re gonna be the best dad, Eddie.”

He doesn’t hide the tear that slips down his cheek, just lets it slide and collect under his chin, his voice is quiet when he asks, “you really think so?”

“I know it.”

—

Wayne and Karen followed behind the new family in his pickup all the way home from the hospital. They were going to stay for a few days, help you both get adjusted to life as parents.

Karen and Nancy had filled your freezer with casseroles, soups and fresh bread. It was a hot July day when you were scheduled for the c section, and when it was all said and done four days in the hospital was more than enough and you were ready to be at home, snuggled up with your new family.

It was a battle of which Munson man could shed the most tears. Eddie and Wayne were both wiping away tears for hours. Overjoyed with emotions that everyone was healthy.

“No you don’t,” Wayne said as you reached for the back door to grab the diaper bag, “you go right inside and get comfy, get them legs up!”

You do as your told, leaving Wayne, Eddie and Karen to carry the load in. The hospital stay was overwhelmingly sweet, but you knew Eddie was itching to get back to normalcy, still not liking the way he felt cooped up in the hospital even though it had been years since you both had the horrifying visit.

Bags and suitcases are carried in and set into your master bedroom to be unpacked later, bottles and diapers are stacked and put into their respectable places. Karen starts warming up the chicken casserole she had prepared earlier that day. Wayne fussed around with the new dishwasher that he and Eddie had installed the month prior.

Throughout the commotion you had fallen asleep, legs propped up in the recliner, but you woke to the sound of the front door closing, and there he was.

Eddie was holding them both, large hands cocooned around their swaddled little bodies, crooked into each of his arms. Something he was nervous about but slowly getting the hang of, the nurses told him he was a natural, and Wayne wept into Karen’s shoulder when Eddie introduced the twins to their grandpa.

His normal obnoxious voice was murmuring low and quiet like a soft lullaby so as not to stir awake the sleeping little babies.

He looked at them both, adoration and tears springing into his eyes. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. How he could have helped make something so small and delicate, he wouldn’t understand. But, he didn’t need to.

A boy, born first— with his dark eyes and brown hair, and later the little girl, almost identical to his Tooty, and just as stubborn, both already wrapped around his fingers.

He murmured their names, and caught your eye as he said it, a smile so wide on his face that you were sure new dimples would bust through his cheeks, and you only heard the end of what he was saying.

If you would have told yourself five years ago that you would one day own a home, get married to and have twins with Eddie Munson, you would have laughed on the spot. That loud mouth jackass of a guy you had once regretted letting move into your home, had moved right into your heart and never left.

The demons inside you both were finally at bay, finding solace in one another in more ways than you had thought possible. Being loved by Eddie was everything you had thought love should be like.

And you pinch yourself to make sure it's real, and each and every time, it is.

“…babies,” he says, a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes as he looks over at you, his family, “we’re home.”

The end

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lyralit · 1 year

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did you happen to post about cute little things to include in a written letter? if not, do you have any ideas as to what a character would add to a note?

no, I did not, but...

little picked flowers + plants (baby's breath, lilacs) ++ look at my post for flower meanings (I can't find it, but check the archive)

a list of songs that reminded them of the letter's recipient

doodles

photographs from times spent together / alone

stickers and stamps

paper receipts (movie stubs, carnival tickets, etc.)

teabags

origami (cranes etc)

bits and bobs -> gum wrappers folded into hearts, buttons, feathers, useless pennies, etc.

samples of art (little squares of embroidery, sketches, paint swabs)

candy

recipes (a recipe exchange, maybe?)

paper clip jewelry (legend, anyone?)

friendship bracelets

newspaper clippings

writing -> quotes, poems, etc.

glitter

ribbon scraps tied in bows

#writing prompts #letters #lyralit #pen pal #writers block #ask anonymously #writerblr #creative writing #writers #writing #writblr #writing ideas #lovely person <3

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karakuuls · 6 months

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Ooo who is Azrael? :)

he’s like.. if you left a devil out to dry in the sun during a heatwave and it shriveled into a tiefling. my crinkled rotten gum wrapper <3

He's weird and grouchy and mean and knows literally nothing about how to function in society. He grumbles when he talks, only to shout several decibels louder than you would think he's capable of. He’s got chronic pains. He hates being touched. He smokes shitty cigars that he rolls himself. He's a delight to have in class.

(some. somewhat-earlier art before i said 'lets give him. even bigger horns-')

#asks #obvs the lore goes deeper but. this will do for now <3 #he's also baby's first Real dnd oc so lmfao #thank you for the ask tho fr. very appreciated <3 #bg3 posting #oc: azrael

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chocotonez · 1 year

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skz as high school cliches

a/n: awww this request was so cute n fun <3 all of these are in the context that y/n and skz are datinf

warnings/genre: fluff, really fluffy, cursing here n there, felix is a nerd but everyone loves him

chan

-Student council president and the classic jock

-soccer team captain, he’s always on top of things, teachers love him

-everyone’s surprised when he says he wants to go into music, but just like everything else, he’s amazing w a guitar and his VOICEEE <333

-everyone hates you two because he fuckin serenades you and shows you off 25/8, writes songs for you and leaves them in your locker and posts you on his social media story like everyday

-he tends to overwork himself, and YOUU you’re just the light at the end of the tunnel for him, you’re his energy shot, he literally needs you to function in the morning LMAO

-probably dress codes you just to see you and then kiss you while you “look” for clothes in the discipline office

-can b v cheeky but he always gets away with it because he’s cute and his stellar performance in literally everything is too good for the school’s reputation

-you guys are definitely the it couple, although you two also love to make it obvious ur dating in the hallway. pls take it somewhere else people are trying to get to class

lee know

-I feel like he’s the annoying boy who sits next to you in class that always teases you endearingly and scribbles on your paper

-compliments your outfits, plays with your fingers during lectures, and always gets called out for admiring you

-during work time he is…so…loves to poke you and just draw on your paper and is all over you

-whenever there’s partner work he immediately grabs your arm like you two don’t sit next to each other LMAO

-he can definitely come off as intimidating to other people, brooding look and so very attractive, and yet you come into the room and he’s just this little fly you’re swatting at all the time

-a little shit but so fucking funny, like the loud kid in class who’s just too funny to hate. probably acts all lovey dovey to embarrass you but then blushes whenever you kiss his cheek

-whenever you give him little trinkets, gum wrapper hearts or little notes you passed during class, he keeps them in his binder and while all his friends clown him for being whipped, he loves just looking at them and he’s so thankful for u and he just LOVES U <333 and he also loves annoying you xoxo

changbin

-class clown but very endearing -loves his friends sm, and loves u even more!! -never switches up on you, he always treats you with respect even if you're gone -most dramatic about your relationship, sighing and saying he misses his s/o, posting imy on his social media stories, whining if he doesnt get the attention he deserves -everyone calls him a simp and he will deny it but its so true -teachers love him even though his grades aren't exactly teacher's pet worthy, some of the teachers always comment on how cute u two are -picks you up after school/gives you a ride, you both get some snacks from a local bakery </3 -oh i just realized the format looks different anyways, always paying for ur dates and treating you like royalty, he puts a lot of effort into the relationship -he can be a little overbearing at times esp for a high school relationship, but he just loves you a lot and wants to express it </3 hyunjin

-the art teacher's favorite, creative department's pride -he's kinda quiet and soft spoken, not only in interaction but in love -draws you in his sketchbook, doodles on your hand, writes "ily" on sticky notes 4 u -his favorite thing is to have u sitting in the art room while he works, you help inspire him and its honestly really calming for him!! -his friends are kinda loud, but its entertaining to watch him let loose and get a little chaotic teehee

-he loves you cuz he can relax with you, he likes to come over and just cuddle while watching a movie, shoving away your homework -only goes to school for you n other close friends -he's really talented in almost every artform, you're so lucky because his promposal is genius wordplay -i however am not a poet so that's up for your imagination -paints your nails, does the thing where ur nail color will match his pinky nail :,) -walks you to class no matter how late it makes him, attendance office hates him -if you do competitive extracurriculars, he draws an obscenely large sign -he can be introverted and reclusive, but he never shies away from supporting you, as you always support him

han

-the kid who reads announcements and is on the school news -probably goes around interviewing students with stupid questions for a tiktok bit -"Debate club meeting this afternoon, I'll be busy on a date with my s/o!" and everyone in class looks at u -ofc he'll ask if you're comfy with his corny, very public jokes, and if you are he is so !!! :D -posts rants on his private story about how cute you are -uses his announcement kid privilege to just stop by your class to "collect information" but he spends like ten minutes talking to you while the teacher is just glaring at him -the radio teacher always has to email an apology but he's too good </3 he wakes up the whole school -please do not ask him for help w homework, he's a great cheerleader but oh goodness gracious

-if anything you're gonna be tutoring him -but he appreciates it so much!! -his friends are v tired of hearing about you, but Han makes sure you feel comfortable with them so you all actually have a ton of fun hanging out -when he's working cameras at a school event he always waves frantically at you or yells your name really loudly teehee -he's always excited to express his love for you, for everyone to see, because you're just!! so!! perf to him!!

felix

-brings you baked goods almost every day, excels in school, sweet to everyone, super smiley, everyone loves him he's just so cute! -but w you,,,he gets to be himself, he gets to make slightly rude jokes, he gets to express how much he dislikes someone, he gets to voice his complaints, and having someone like you listen is more than he could ask for -everyone thinks you're the sweetest couple ever, he always has to be holding your hand !! loves it when you hold his arm because he feels like he's strong and protecting you (from what?? no clue, maybe calculus) -being so candid with you is relieving, as he always feels there's a lot of pressure on him to act and perform a certain way. he's just the sunshiney good kid -obviously you're not a bad influence on him (I think), but you allow him to express himself more freely without fear, you give him confidence

-in exchange, he always listens to you, and he gives amazing advice -also makes amazing strawberry scones <3 -his social media feed is probably just really aesthetic photos of you, his profile is just a fanpage LMAO -always blows a kiss when he sees you in the hallway, all of his friends teasing him -he wants to express his love for you, and you give him the courage to do so seungmin

-not the mom friend, but the uncle friend -always saying weird jokes, asking interesting questions that makes you think, his mind is really abstract but he's also so funny lmao -you two can't sit together in class because when he laughs, you laugh, and then the teacher yells. sigh -teases you so much, texts you during class so your phone goes off, leaving overly cheesy notes in your locker that makes you question his dignity, all his photos of you two are kinda blurry because he's probably giggling while taking it so his body is shakey :( -pays for ur lunch or packs extra snacks for you -begrudgingly gives you his hw or notes you can copy off of -"can i have some of your water" and then he proceeds to CHUG it -his humor is great, but what attracts you is such a fascinating mind. he asks such interesting questions that make you giggle and then go hmmm -"if this world is a simulation, why is it so stagnant? do our controllers speed time up for them, but we don't experience it? like the sims??" -you guys have matching keychains which is so cute and everyone sees them in the hallway and cry because they're lonely -he always makes you smile, he's someone you just connect with and you can laugh with, and he feels the exact same way about you <3 jeongin

-baby face but kinda mean tbh TT -grouchy towards everyone but you kinda trope -sneaks through your window to surprise you with convenience store snacks and his unfinished homework he needs your help on -would smack a bitch if someone said anything bad about you -always looks out for you, he feeds you at lunch, carries an extra pencil just in case, he even tries in class so you don't worry about him falling behind -the best part is that he does his best to take care of himself so he can take care of you, it makes him feel like he's in charge!! -trash sleep schedule but at least you get to wake up to 100+ messages in the morning that span from paragraphs of proclamations of love to a roblox roleplay story video -he doesn't love PDA too much esp in the hallways but he kisses the top of your head when he leaves for class -talks and gushes about you to his friend and his favorite teachers but like makes them pinky promise they don't expose how whipped he is for you -he wants to be cool and mysterious to impress you, but you always reassure him you love him just how he is -that's why he loves you, you make him love himself

#stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions

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alsojnpie · 7 months

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it's repost tober and I'm very excited about this

i will be posting old art every day because i love all my old art even the ones that are embarrassing

SO now that it is oct. 1 where i am, i present you with the OLDEST old arts of mine that i have access to

july 2019. i haven't regularly drawn in over a decade but papyrus thoughts have me in a vicegrip. had the thought that he could just as easily be plogboy as jogboy. nevermind that i only knew what plog was because i was searching online for an idea to rhyme with jogboy. excited that i got to color with my kids crayons

jan 2020. my husband is looking at his phone and I'm looking at him and I'm drawing him because I'm drawing everything now because there are ideas burning into my brain and i want to draw them. I'm eating ore no milk melon candy one after the other because the isetan had some (they are indeed DELICIOUS but future me knows that the red bean flavor is superior) and the wrappers make interesting shapes. it occurs to me that this scattering of wrappers would not be out of place beside a post-horrortale papyrus enjoying his own screen time.

Feb 2020. toddler kept getting into and eating my gum somehow and i was getting scared he was going to make himself sick swallowing it. i drew a lot to relax around this time, after the kids were asleep at night. made a comic about sans not being allowed to have gum because he also swallows it (too lazy to get up to the trash can when he's done) and since he's a skeleton it goes right through him and gets stuck on things

#wish i had the next 2 pages of that gum comic #i drew a picture of all the places the gum ended up and the one that said 'gum in the spaghetti pot' had a beautiful angry pap face by it #oooOOOOOOOH the pain of ancient art #it's like the pain of touching your toes or the pain of running for an hour #which is to say it's the kind of pain that's good for you and I'm happy to inflict on myself

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 2 months

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🎵 Coastal Shack

4. Looks like this is my new home -- wonder where the old one went?

SHIVERS - Westward, across the canal, towers the Whirling-in-Rags. Door #1 on the second floor is locked, behind it lies a trashed room. One floor below, behind a counter, stands an irritable man.

In a small shack in the fishing village, a baroque heater hums quietly, emanating a sense of comforting warmth. A washbasin lies on the table, the water inside reflecting the sombre face of the world.

Far away, on the corner of Perdition and Main, a nondescript building, obscured in a haze. It's vacant and lost, just like its tenant.

"This feels like a cozy hideout."

Thank you, strange sensation, for a fair assessment of the current situation.

No, wait, I changed my mind, I want to choose again.

SHIVERS - Who are you talking to? There is no one here. Not even cold.

2. No, wait, I changed my mind, I want to choose again.

SHIVERS - There is no going back.

Outside, the howl of the wind has picked up. The waves crash against the stilts again. It's as if you think the thought, but in someone else's voice...

LOOK UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS

MIRROR - An old mirror hangs on the wall. You see the reflection of your face in it -- adorned with *The Expression*.

[Encyclopedia - Formidable 13] Dig deep into your mind to locate the source of *The Expression*.

We don't currently have any clothing that increases our Encyclopedia. Still, with Actual Art Degree, it's not as though we're short on skill points...

ENCYLOPEDIA [Formidable: Failure] - Like the rest of you, it comes from a bad place somewhere in the past. That's all you know for now.

3. [Let the mirror be for now.]

BED - The bed is comforting, if a bit run down. Still you've earned a rest.

Go to sleep.

No time to rest yet. [Leave.]

BED - Across the room, the heating system hums its soft lullaby. The mattress feels soft and sheets warm. It only takes you moments for the world to fall away...

...

🎵 Tiger King

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Thoughts, baby. A million little lights in the dark. You're one fine instrument, brother -- all those faces and all those names, all that laughter and screaming and scheming around... Every corner and every street...

LIMBIC SYSTEM - Recorded in you. Forever. On ferrotape.

Spinning in eternity.

Spinning on empty.

Spinning, spinning... tell me, am I dreaming?

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - No. You're spinning tapes at the discotheque. The great, unceasing disco of the mind. The flash! The bang! The endless *learning* experience.

Spinning in eternity.

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - On and on it goes, for untold hours. At the disco where you first asked her to dance. Rising -- rising! -- above the dark curvature. The great wingspan of sleep, studded with stars.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - Behold, there are *millions* of them down there. The first time. The last time. The smoke in her mouth, the potted flowers, the faces: turning, changing.

*What* is it?

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - It's the *world*, Harry-boy. And you're *made* of it. Every day you're out there you make more of yourself from it. I'm afraid you can't be *unmade* now.

You can never forget this shit.

The colors. The voices.

The rain, the snow... I don't want to. It's beautiful.

The endless visions. Erase them.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - All *stuck* on loop... Whirling, spitting out words and images.

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - You're the son of the World again. Harrister -- a ceaseless agent picking up litter and old newspapers, collecting your little bubble gum wrappers and idiotic picture post cards. Meaningless, meaningless keepsakes.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - Reading your awful letters and *recalling* things, aren't you? The endless names of the world... An address book, you are. The map of a city.

That's right. I *am* an agent of the world.

But what if I want to be the agent of nothing?

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - It's too late. You're not *made* of nothing anymore, you're something now, Harry. I tried to drown you in the black water but you re-emerged. Kicking and screaming. Running. And for what?

RHETORIC [Trivial: Success] - For the working class.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - Solving your little crossword puzzles? Doing your tasks, crossing names off your lists? Trying to become some sort of world-detector... It won't make it *okay*. It won't put smoke back in her mouth...

I'm building communism for all. This time we won't fail… [Pursue thought.]

Forget politics. I'll never sleep if I keep on like this.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - There he goes again. He's a real political animal, our Harry. He still doesn't see that it's the world that's changing *him*...

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - He's got no idea what he's in for.

Why?

Feel the pillow under your cheek.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - *Coz only love can break your heart...*

Feel the pillow under your cheek.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - Beep-beep-beep! The alarm is ringing, Harry. The disco circus goes on and on! You barely slept three hours last night.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - You can do it. It's nothing. Do it for the city. Go.

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - Do it for the wind.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Do it for the picture puzzle. Put it all together. Solve the world. One conversation at a time.

[Open your eyes.]

END OF DAY 3.

#disco elysium #harrier du bois #la revacholiere

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ashleybuetheartist · 2 months

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You can make art out of anything, even gum wrappers 💚💚💚

#artists on tumblr #drawing #sketch #art #random sketch #my own design #fashion design

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republicsecurity · 4 months

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How to Fold your Flightsuit

Alright, listen up, you bunch of conscripts! It's time for a lesson on how to properly fold your red flightsuit. This ain't no ordinary piece of clothing; it's a symbol of discipline, precision, and commitment to the paramedic corps. You'll fold it right, or you'll suffer the consequences.

Your flightsuit is made from a special blend of synthetic fibers. It's flame-resistant, anti-static, and water-repellent. That means it won't catch fire easily, it won't cling to you like a sock in a dryer, and a bit of rain won't turn you into a soggy mess. This fabric is a technological marvel, and you better respect it.

This fabric isn't your everyday cotton or denim. It's engineered for performance. It's lightweight for ease of movement, but durable to withstand the toughest situations. It's breathable, so you don't cook in your own sweat, and it wicks moisture away from your skin. Plus, it's designed to resist abrasions and tears, giving you the upper hand in rough situations.

Step 1: Inspection and Preparation Before you even think about folding that flightsuit, you better make sure it's clean and in good condition. No stains, no loose threads, no wrinkles. If it's not up to standard, you'll be in trouble. Lay it out on a flat surface like your bunk, and get ready for action.

Step 2: Zipper and Pockets First, zip up that flightsuit all the way to the top. No exceptions. Now, empty all the pockets. You don't want any contraband or loose items messing up your perfect fold. And remember, no chewing gum or candy wrappers hidden away!

Step 3: The Arms Lift up one arm of your flightsuit, and fold it across the front, making sure it's nice and straight. Do the same with the other arm. Smooth out any wrinkles as you go. Your fellow conscripts might not notice, but I will.

Step 4: The Legs Now, pay attention to those legs. Fold them up from the bottom, making a clean crease along the edge of the crotch. Keep those lines sharp and clean, or you'll be doing this over and over until you get it right.

Step 5: The Torso Fold the top part of the flightsuit down, so it meets the bottom of the legs. Align those seams, and make sure it's all symmetrical. This ain't no abstract art; it's a precision fold.

Step 6: Final Fold Fold your flightsuit in half once more. You should have a nice, neat rectangle by now. Double-check everything, no wrinkles, no creases out of place. This is your final chance to make it right.

Symbol of Sacrifice: That red color isn't just for show. It's a reminder of the sacrifices made in the line of duty. Every paramedic who wore this color before you risked their lives for others. They faced danger, sometimes death, to ensure the safety and well-being of the people they served. When you put on this red flightsuit, you're taking on that legacy. You're saying, "I'm willing to make that sacrifice too."

Symbol of Authority: Red isn't a color you ignore. It's vibrant, it's commanding. When people see you in this flightsuit, they know you're not just any ordinary person. You're a paramedic. You're the one they look to in emergencies, the one they trust with their lives. It's a responsibility, not a privilege. You've got the authority, but with great power comes even greater responsibility.

Symbol of Unity: Look around you. Look at your comrades, all wearing the same red fabric. That's unity right there. In this uniform, you're not just an individual anymore. You're part of a team, a family. You watch each other's backs, you rely on one another. In the face of chaos, you're united. And this red flightsuit is a constant reminder of that bond.

Symbol of Hope: When people see you rushing in, dressed in red, it gives them hope. It tells them that help has arrived, that someone capable, someone compassionate, is there to assist. In times of crisis, you become a beacon of hope. You represent a chance for things to get better, for lives to be saved. Never underestimate the hope you carry in that red attire.

So, when you zip up that red flightsuit, remember what it stands for. It's not just a piece of clothing. It's a symbol of sacrifice, authority, unity, and hope.

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