COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble – haircuts and contact pictures
no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable
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"Mingyu this better be good." Y/n mumbled, not bothering to say hi.
She was home for the weekend for her older brother's birthday. She thought that being away from her school assigned living quarters would grant her a break from her father's golden player – but boy was she wrong.
Mingyu was clearly making good use of her phone number, sending her random memes and tiktoks he found. He didn't care if she would simply react to his messages with a thumbs up or haha reaction Apple provided it's users for their messaging app – he continued to send them anyways.
She thought that would be the end of it.
But what more did she expect from him.
Y/n was lounging in her childhood home's living room, catching up on her favorite sitcom, when the phone on her lap began to ring – he was facetiming her.
It's not like she had anything better to do.
Swiping to accept the call, Mingyu's face instantly filled the screen.
"I got bored today and did something." He giggled, fiddling with the hat on his head.
"Your homework?"
Shaking his head no, he took off the fitted cap – showcasing the mess that hid under it.
Throwing her head back, letting out a loud laugh. "What the fuck?"
"I cut my hair."
"You look like a troll doll." She fell over onto the couch, all while the boy on the other side of the screen tried his best to keep a straight face.
"My sister said I look like a sucked out mango seed."
"Help." Y/n laughed even harder, hitting the cushion – moisture beginning to pool in her eyes. "Let me screenshot this."
Mingyu sighed, keeping still.
It was all an act. He enjoyed every minute of this – making her smile.
He knew how ridiculous he looked. In fact, he had seen what he looked like before ringing her, and he knew that the second she caught glimpse of how stupid he looked, she would be sent into a fit of laughter.
It was music to his ears.
His favorite sound.
"This is your new contact picture."
"New?" He gasped, putting the hat back on. "What was the old one?"
"Your bean sprout hair."
"I liked that one."
"I like this one more."
Mingyu bit back the smile that threatened to form on his lips. "Whatever, I got dirt on you too. Your brother sent me a picture of you sleeping."
Just like her father, Y/n's brother had grown fond of Mingyu – and not just because they were teammates.
Somehow, Mingyu was infiltrating her whole family. It was only a matter of time before he got to her mom.
The smile on her face fell. "I'm going to kill him."
"It's your contact picture." He beamed.
"Right after I kill you."
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recent sketchbook stuff
Drawings of religious figures I did tonight at my 2024-2025 school year meeting. Jesus Christ, Joan of Arc <3, and a Mary
Closeup on a Joan of Arc drawing :) she deserves to smile
drawing of my friend’s OC, Jules, + funky plastic HOORAY my friend found on the ground at the park yesterday + business card for a tattoo shop I’ve never been to before (i picked it up because the design was just that rad)
Jonathan Sims doodle that came out nicely :) I’ve been using the line of eyes a lot in my mental compositions lately
Hatsune Miku but with a gun. Also an OC in the corner but let’s all focus on Hatsune Miku and her gun
Eloise Deorwine and Ivain Ray (OCs) <3
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limerence
Filthy, sweaty, smeared with grease and motor oil, skin tinted dark beneath work-worn clothes, all calloused, skilled hands and soft, damp curls—he’s a gorgeous piece of shit with tight jeans and fitted Ts and arms Lovino would sink his teeth into. He wipes the sweat from his face with his wrist, stains his cheeks and forehead black. Lovino’s fingers twitch with the urge to touch.
Stop it.
Sharp grin, crooked, bright. Eyes that shine under mid-afternoon light and the sick yellow of dirtied fluorescence.
“You’re here.” Happy, he sounds so fucking happy, smile too wide and a nose that crinkles when he laughs, covered ridiculously in black freckles of oil; stupid, he’s so stupid.
Pull yourself together.
“Yeah. That okay?”
“Of course. I’m always happy to see you.”
Stupid, stupid, so fucking stupid.
A scoff, cheeks flushing pink and humiliatingly hot. Lovino blames it on the heat of sweltering midday sunlight, knows it’s a lie before the words even take form in his throat.
“Is there something you wanted?”
For you to take your shirt off.
His lips turn sweet, slow and nectar-thick, smile melting to something curious and imploring, like seeing Lovino is a fucking blessing, which is so idiotic Lovino refuses to entertain the thought.
You’re pathetic.
“No. Didn’t know I needed a reason to visit.”
He chuckles, rich and low and liquid fire in Lovino’s veins. “Don’t be like that. You know you’re always welcome.” Peridot darkens to jade beneath half-lidded eyes that flick across Lovino’s face, that trace the line of his legs and the cross of his arms. “Would you like to watch me work?”
You can work on me, instead.
“Watch you work or watch you work?”
Laughter, airy and charming, amusement that turns gem-green to grassy summer fields. Knife-sharp and cutting, his grin is lazy and heady, fabric of his sleeves tight and taut around sweat-coated biceps. Black-tipped fingers push thick curls from dark eyelashes, and Lovino knows he is so fucked.
“Whatever you want, sol.”
You’re the sun, not me.
“Hm.”
Arched back and lean muscle, smooth enough that Lovino can imagine the warmth of it beneath his hands, hotter than the burn of his cheeks, skin turned ruddy with infatuation and limerence. But they sit in the song of whistling bird calls, companionable, comfortable, carried by the melody of clinking metal and the shifting of gears.
Antonio hums when he works. Lovino listens.
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