#this is awful but im so baked and i wanna write lots

[st4rb3rries]

STAN MARSH and KYLE BROFLOVSKI friendship hc's!! ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

pairings; stan and kyle x fem!reader (all aged up 18+)

summary; goofy friendship head cannons!!

warnings; cussing, underage drinking

a/n; my first time writing so lmk if theres any mistakes

YOUR FRIEND GROUP WITH THEM

you guys try to start a band. stan plays the electric guitar and you play the drums. but kyle.... oh sweet kyle. this orange head plays some type of classical instrument. my boy be playing the cello during a mcr (my chemical romance) song i swear😭😭.

stan: "dude c'mon this ain't the 1700's your piano doesn't belong here."

y/n: "yeah pack it up bethoven"

kyle: "DUDE IM SORWRY YK MY PARENTS MAQDE ME PLAY THIS GAY ASS INSTRUMENT!!!"

you and stan just giggle

there's always sleepovers at your house 24/7. your house is a safe spot for them. like y'all always snuggle and cuddle together in your bed. its so comfy too because you have so many plushies. you guys always watch movies and take naps after for sureee.<33

baking bro. kyle is the best baker out of y'all. one time stan and you tried to bake premade cookies. hell nah the fire department came. kyle was so mad that day becuase it was his oven and his parents were out of town... you and stan had to get summer jobs to pay off his oven. you guys still owe money whoops. you guys really hope kyle forgot about this accident. (he didn't.)

you guys go stargazing!! and it's the best thing to do too. kyle would bring his telescope and. you and stan would bring the snacks, flashlights, and blankets. one time you guys went and there was a mediator shower. all of you guys were in awe as you saw the mediators flash by. lowkey wanna of the best and rememberable moment you guys all have together.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH STAN

sometimes when stan is having a bad day with his parents he sneaks into your room and brings some beer to drink with you. kyle doesn't know you guys do this at all. but you guys drink A LOT whenever he comes over. it's literally a problem but #yolo😜. the conversations are worth it though. you guys talk about the meaning of life and. say some random ass shit. for example you both confessed that you had a crush on each other at some point in your guys life. nothing but laughter after that.

one time stan decided he wanted you to bleach his hair. he only wanted to dye it cause he didn't wanna look like his dad. he was having a mental breakdown about it. he never really shows this side to anyone but you, his bestie. he cries into your chest for a long time after venting. once he looks at your shirt (filled with snot and tears) he says "sorry" so much it's literally so cute. once you were done comforting him it was time to bleach his hair:D. (Y'ALL WERE STILL DRUNK) after bleaching his hair it looked good to y'all at that time... when he got sober he literally said, "y/n what the fuck happened to my hair." clearly you remembered what led to his bleached hair but he didn't. stan dyed it back to black himself ha.

he always plays his guitar to you. if he had a crush on you he'd definitely write a love song for you to listen to. definitely hasn't wrote one before. he play's all these catchy riffs for you and loves to see your face in awe. always tries to teach you to play but you get distracted cause he's so close to you😏. you listen to music with him 24/7 and share headphones!! radiohead, deftones, mcr, my bloody valentine are y'alls go to music artists. music is therapy for y'all.

THIRFTING!!! y'all go thrifting everyday bro i swear. he always finds the best stuff too. he finds all the embroidered jeans, vintage tees, and hella cool jewelry. LIKE HELLOO SHARING IS CARINGG!!! nah but you guys do be sharing clothes and accessories. since you guys have the same style. you guys also be pulling up to them yard sales. that's when your luck happens and. that's when stan gets jealous. you guys are depressed but well dressed.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH KYLE

you always play with his hair. since its so cute and fluffy. he often gets insecure cause of cartman. but it comforts him when you play and style his hair. when you style his hair i'm talking about pigtails, braids, space buns all that cute stuff. to go with that you add clips, headbands and bows. he looks goofy as hell but anything for his best friend. sometimes when he's so stressed he asks if he can come over to your house. you say yes ofc. he only comes just so he can get his hair played by you. once you guys start chatting away and his hair is getting played with he get's so relaxed. this is what heaven feels like to him!!

starbies and studying at the library. ok out of the 3 of y'all you and kyle are the smartest. when you go to the library you guys always go to your go to spot every time. if someone is setting there. kyle asks them to politely leave. if not his short temper comes out. once the person finally leaves you guys set up everything organized. you guys borrow fancy highlighters for notes and. big wordy text books to read to each other. you guys always go over the answers if you have tests at school. kyle usually is the first to one to passout. so you have to carry him out of the library sometimes. he looks so peaceful why would you wanna wake him up😭. stan secretly gets jealous that you guys study at the library without him. like come on guys he's smart too.

PLAYING DREIDEL WITH HIM!!! he adores when you play dreidel with him! you always loose though🙄. no one can out beat him. when he first asked you to play with him and. you asked him what it was. he was so excited to tell you. you fell asleep because he told you the whole ass history of the dreidel. like you just wanted to learn how to play😭. whenever it's getting close to hannukah you make dreidels out of clay for everyone. you decorate them and stuff. sheila is tearing up cause y'all so cute together making dreidel's. she defenitly takes a photo of you two. after you gave everyone their dreidel. the last person to receive one was cartman.... it didn't go so well.

since you guys are nerds. you guys definitely write emo poems and. it always be late at night too. this is when y'all become so sensitive and emotional. trauma, bullying, blood, sweat, and tears. go into these poems omfg. you guys also write books for ike!! he loves them!! especially the ones from you. you and kyle also write dumb ass books for each other too. they even have lil crayon drawings lmaoo. for example: kyle wrote on called, "jew on the boat". it was one page that said, "jew on the boat". with a silly drawing. HELPPP YOU GUYS LAUGHED AT THIS FOR HOURS AND. IT WASN'T EVEN THAT FUNNY.

[therosebunpost]

Oh to be Steddie's crafty GF~!

So, im touching on this topic in my Steve x Manic Pixie Dream couple story, of course, but I just wanna take a moment to gush about this idea.

Like, making things for them would be lit. My first thought is making Sports merch for Steve!! Shirts, hats, shorts, whatever. You either hand dye it to match the team colors or upcycle already existing things to add some personality to it.

Oh!! And upcycling his old clothes! Bet, you take some of his old polos and make dresses out of them by adding fabric to it! I think he'd love seeing you walk around knowing that shirt used to be his once upon a time. You just look so cute, and he'll even buy a new matching polo. (Listen, Steve feels like the type of dude who would 100% be down for matching things. I just feel it in my bones.)

Personally, I headcanon that Steve isn't very artistic. Not that he doesn't get it or he doesn't like it, no. It's just, he's never really felt the need to pursue it. He'll join in on activities involving crafts, but he's more interested in the social aspect rather then the craft itself. Likes watching others be creative and supporting them in doing so!! He loves watching you and Eddie in your elements, offering support and opinions when he can but ultimately just vibing.

Speaking of our dear Metalhead, craft buddies!!! You can not convince me that man hasn't got a crafty bone in his body, because he absolutely does! Now, I feel like Eddie is the embodiment of those cross stitch/embroidered pieces where you expect some wholesome, grandmotherly quote but instead its "This isn't a whore house, its a whore home." Or he'd 100% be the one who makes something vaguely (lets face it, theres no subtly) phallic or vaginal shaped. My dude is putting dicks, butts, boobs and coochie where he can, if he can.

That aside, I do think he's very artistic and actually does have things to say with that talent. Be it music, his writing, or any art medium you'd think he'd pick up. Sure, there's goofy stuff, but mixed in are some deeper meanings. Messages about the world and his life. I also think that stuff is really good. He puts a lot of effort into it, even the joke stuff. Hell, especially the joke stuff because "obviously you gotta make the boobs sit correctly or else the whole bit is thrown off, Steve!" (Steve reacting to that art just sounds so funny to me. He's supportive but also how can they bring anyone over anymore when there's a painting of a weed leaf hanging over the couch, or the goofy art of butts in the bathroom???) Also, I do think Eddie would happily make you both things. In fact, thats his love language. He's written you both songs, made patches for clothes, has even helped you in making custom Sports merch for Steve. Beyond just crafts, I also think he likes fixing things. (Even if Steve tells him he'll just buy a new one, Eddie likes seeing if he can fix it.)

Okay i think I got on a Eddie craft rant right there, but!! Back to you!! So, I imagine you've helped Eddie make props for campaigns, screen printed shirts for Corroded Coffin, and Hellfire, and also just thing's he likes. Custom band merch, book merch, all the merch!

As for your own crafts for yourselves, they love seeing what you come up with! If you make clothes, they absolutely want to see them. If you make jewelry, they admire it on you all the time. If you do something else, like crochet or knit, they love watching your hands as you work with the yarn. If you cook or bake, you bet your ass that they want to eat it, whatever it is. Steve is just so in awe of your ability to create something out of thin air. Eddie is constantly inspired and finds a muse in both you and Steve.

Just, being the crafty GF of them sounds nice~

[student-in-nightraven]

hello!^^ this is my first request [its been a really long time since ive acc requested on tumblr and stuff so sorry if im crusty o(TヘTo) , ps how are you? :D] could i please have a twisted wonderland match make personality: im a person would will throw myself on you as a 'hug' , and i will roast the mfing out of u if you're super annoying [pls i acc nice] , i hate hate hate when fights break out in my class but ill stil give a non-biased report on every.single.detail. I can lose my temper quickly and would "talk back" even though its hard to control my mouth , anyways i love cats i will litterly miss my bus for petting a cat. i wont budge if you shout scream or even hit i really wont bother if you're just downright giving me a headache , i love to just drop kick people like i did once when it was on accident but my friend fell on her back and i was apologetic. MBTI:intp likes: reading [a really big bookworm] , i like to play on my switch and i dont personally like art but im good at it , i love creative writing and and im in the makes of making own , its a dark angsty novel if ya wanna know.[ a lil sneak peak 'As Francis held the remaining petals, his sobs were filling up the silence in the hole of his mind yet no sound truly came out. he felt that his legs fail to support him no longer as he collapsed into the pitch black void of his feelings....'] i like desserts and sour things , dislikes:i really really hate being confronted, and i hate over working to much since i feel exhausted . i hate being accused a lot and i really really really hate being bullied. appearance: shoulder length dark-brown hair with hazel coloured eyes, i short despite my age and was mistaken for a person about 2 grades/years younger than me 😭 , i wear blue ombre glasses! [ps. dont overwork your self on anything - a new follower☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆]

Awe well aren't you just the sweetest!! I match you with...

..

... Ace!

Can I just say, c h a o t i c. But in a cute way😻

We all know how it went down when ace first met yuu, so when he was being a little ass you did NOT hesitate to put him in his place, after a little rivalry you grew closer and instead of being eachothers problem decided to be the nrcs problem ✨

Ace is cheering you on whenever your beefing with riddle, which to may I add is basically every single day- I mean who are you to blame? He is overly strict and someone has to be brave enough to tell him so, which is why ace bows to you, and as a gift gifts you a cherry pie which he made himself! (I hc he's good at baking especially when it's related to cherries)

expects praises but doesn't at the same time, like he'll be all "oh I'm such a good boyfriend I deserve compliments!!" and when you actually compliment him he freezes and blushes;

He is so jealous of grim, he can't pry your hANDS OFF OF HIM, your holding grim 24/7 and ace just stares at you, with tears in his eyes/hj

Asked vil if he could turn him into a cat once no joke, he actually did, he was a ginger cat with the softest fur-

You gasped and immediately cradled the cat in your arms unaware who it really was, coincidentally the spell wore off soon and he turned into his original form which you were barely able to hold;

He apologized and so did you, you told him you'd make it up for him with a date to which he gladly agreed to;

He definitely takes glances at what you're writing " is it about mee?~" "Ace for the last time, NO-"

You drop kicked him and he deserved it

If you accidentally overworked or are close to it he immediately runs up to you and drags you far away from your desk, bringing you anywhere else to either cause trouble or just relax, yep ladies gentlemen and non binary hoes ace actually can relax, crazy ik😻

But yeah he may be an ass but he cares, so much about you, loves you dearly but wouldn't admit it outloud unless you were asleep, then he whispers it, you smirk and he chokes on his words and yells at you;

You 2 are the enemies to friends to lovers couple

Thank you for the request dear annon! Your book sounds very interesting, I might take a peek👀, bye for now! Have an amazing week<3

[clearheartsgreyflowerss]

Finally gonna make myself an intro post bc I realized I have never even said my name on this account

I am a big genshin and hsr fan (if you couldn't tell) and my favorite characters are Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Sunday, and Jing Yuan. These 4 are the easiest for me to write about, and God do I have a lot of wips.

Hi! I'm Elle :3 Im genderqueer and I use they/she pronouns, while I would prefer y'all use they/them, she/her is cool too!

My main account is @dumb-gemini, that's where I reblog basically everything. It's mostly fanfiction, so like if y'all ever wanna know who I really like rn just check my main, you will probably find a bunch of stuff about them >:)

Writing is something that I'm not super passionate about, but it makes me happy when I do it sometimes. Hence, the God awful grammar and inconsistent posting schedule.

I'm also polyamorous! While I prefer reading over writing poly relationships, I'm definitely all for it and enjoy doing it when asked :)

I believe I do have something about this in my rules page, but I am a minor. I don't really feel comfortable sharing my exact age here, but if we're mutuals I may be comfortable sharing that with you.

Here's a list of other random things I feel like sharing

- my user is actually an album title, clear hearts grey flowers is an album by jack off jill. It's amazing all of you should listen to it 😍

- I'm a giant cake enjoyer, like seriously I enjoy baking them, icing them, eating them, the whole thing. I like baking for my friends, and sometimes sell them.

- I collect dolls and repaint them! The creepier they are when I find them, the better. I mostly buy them from old ladies garage sales for like a dollar then put them around my room :D

- I have like strawberry brown hair rn, planning on dyeing it hot pink sometime soon

- I'm a Furina kinnie (I'm not elaborating on that do with it as you please)

[satans-arse-crack]

Guess who’s back 🙌🏻

You know the drill, yet another ramble

Hold on tight and buckle your seatbelts ladies and gentlemen it’s gonna be a very bumpy and confusing right 💀

I’m starting to wonder if it’s worse than I thought

I just spent the last almost 20 minutes hyperventilating crying and I’m not even sure why, I was just trying to put my new little hair bonnet thing on and I started bawling my eyes out. It hurt so much and I couldn’t stop, funnily enough the only way I started to calm down was when I put avatar on 😭

I started looking into anxiety and depression to see if I have any of the symptoms. Now I’ve always felt bad for even thinking I might have depression but I found out there are like different types so you can have it more mild or you can have it extreme, you can have it be more physical or more mental, which honestly I didn’t know.

Im probably going to look into it a lot more but I’ve made a start which is good. Definitely still thinking about getting a journal to write in to yk ramble and to write down my thoughts and feelings, maybe I will look into effective ways of journaling

I’m thinking about going into town tomorrow and maybe looking for a nice journal somewhere and to just get out of the house. Let me write a list of what I wanna maybe get in town so I don’t forget

Journal

Eyebrow gel (I ran out months ago and have been using moisturiser ever since 😭)

Fake nails

Cheese strings (I love cheese)

I think that’s it honestly

Although I wanted to to baking tomorrow so I don’t know if I can fit both baking AND going into town on the same day

Especially with this awful weather we are having in Scotland right now, maybe I can go on Friday who knows

This is quite nice honestly just being able to speak my thoughts and what’s going on, granted it would be nicer to be able to talk to somebody but hey ho this will have to do until I find someone to talk to

Anyway I think that’s me for tonight, crying really tired me out

Buh bye ❤️

[killrate]

❝ try not to get any daggers in your back before dawn. ❞

♡ @seraphias

It would be a brief separation.

Even after everything, and after the years of distance kept ( because they'd had to play by the rules, and the rules had said to keep them separate; let them grow as individuals )...

It still feels like before, whenever they part ways. Like it's no big deal, because they'd meet again in a day or two.

Everything's fine. So she turns to the star-bearer and grins.

❝With that attitude~? You'll curse me!❞ The witch jests, though she soon tilts her head in acknowledgement. ❝Don't miss me too much. I'll be careful... I'm too pretty to be stabbed anyway.❞

the witcher starters / accepting.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

wow for someone who really likes writing i did a really bad job of making good use of my day on the fiction front

[mrcrawly]

more umbrella academy headcanons cuz im lazy and id rather do this

🌕 Klaus is an insomniac. the ghosts often keep him awake and he often doesn't like to fall asleep when they're loud because it often causes him to have nightmares.

🌕 Five has nightmares, but he loves sleep. he can't function without at least 5 hours, even with coffee. since he and Klaus tend to be up at the same time during the night they spend time together then. since Klaus usually isn't tired (or at least not as much as Five is), he keeps him company. sometimes he reads to him, but usually just rambles and stays in his general vicinity until one of them falls asleep. usually, it's Five, and being around someone helps him to not wake up screaming during the night.

🌕 Ben writes poems. or, he comes up with the words, and Klaus writes them down for him.

🌕 Diego really likes romance novels. not necessarily because he's soft or whatever else, but because he likes just reading about two people who are very different falling in love despite their flaws.

🌕 Klaus likes enemies to lovers books (or fanfics) for similar reasons. he likes the idea of two people knowing all the awful things about the other person but still seeing just enough good to fall in love with them despite all the others bad things about them.

🌕 Five really likes 80's music, especially Billy Joel and Queen. he also likes some Frank Sinatra, but only certain songs.

🌕 maybe i'm projecting, but i kinda like the idea of autistic Five. i do not support "functioning" labels because i think they're kinda ableist just in their premise, but i guess you could consider him being a high-functioning autistic? or he's just used to masking it constantly? whatever you wanna think. or you can disagree, fine with me.

🌕 Luther has a sweet tooth, but doesn't know how to bake very well. he once tried to make Allison her favorite cake for her birthday, but it was really dry and he couldn't get it out of the pan because he forgot to grease it. it didn't taste bad, to his credit.

🌕 Vanya is anxious (which comes as a surprise to nobody). but a lot of her anxiety comes from failure or not measuring up, because she feels a need to prove herself, even now. so when she tries something new and isn't good at it almost instantly, she gets really frustrated.

🌕 surprisingly, Allison and Diego are the most understanding of her issue with perfectionism. Diego once found her in frustrated tears because she was trying to teach herself to sew so she could mend something for Five (an old quilt that ripped that he was really attached to, but never had time to fix). he was confused at first and she was really embarrassed, and tried to brush it off, but he just sat down with her and taught her the basics and she picked the rest up herself.

🌕 Allison noticed when she realized that Vanya didn't really play the violin anymore like she used to like to do, so she asked and Vanya told her about how she didn't feel like she was any good at it, and they talked about it a little.

🌕 Five not only has issues expressing affection openly, but also has a hard time being open with his emotions. he has a sort of complex about protecting his family from things, and he worries that it'll upset them. but he ends up bottling up frustration and anger and sadness until he snaps at people. he feels really bad when he makes his siblings upset by doing it, so he tries to compensate by doing things for them and picking up slack (doing chores for them, helping out with things, spending time with them, making sure they eat).

🌕 a lot of the time, Five tires himself out trying to deal with all his emotions. nobody knew how to push him to talk about it without upsetting him. then one day, Five came up to Vanya when she was up reading one night and said, "can I talk to you?" in a way that wasn't hostile, or guarded, or nervous. so Vanya let him and listen to him finally go into detail about the things that happened to him when he was gone. she didn't really know what to say about it, so they just kind of sat like that until Five fell asleep in a chair across from her bed. it was a little better after that.

🌕 every once in a while, Klaus conjures Ben in front of the family so they can talk to him. it gets easier every time they do and Klaus can keep him in the physical realm for over half an hour if he concentrates.

🌕 Ben talks during movies and shows and tends to get really excited. a lot of the time when they sit down to watch movies Klaus is going "shhh!" even when no one else is talking, but they already know who he's talking to

🌕 Ben still has a lot of things he likes and tends to ramble about them. Klaus always humors him and does his best to listen since he doesn't have anyone else to talk to. Klaus never mentions it, but he notices that when Ben rambles about his interests, he tends to pace around the room, pull at the strings of his hoodie, rocks back and forth, sometimes he flaps his hands a little or bounces on his toes. it doesn't bother him, and Ben doesn't seem to notice when he does it, so he just listens and nods along. he wants Ben to feel like somebody cares about him and wants to listen to him. he may not be alive anymore, but Klaus still loves his brother, and he thinks it's important that he shows that whenever he can.

🌕 Ben sometimes asks Klaus to conjure him for a couple of seconds so he can have a hug, and Klaus always does. it doesn't take too much strength anymore, and Klaus needs a hug as much as Ben does some days.

🌕 Ben is really physically affectionate, so not being able to touch anyone or anything without Klaus around kinda sucks.

[ivyaugustetc]

hi!! could i possibly get a ship please? i adore your blog + writing so id love to see who you'd pair me with!!

im quite short, have brown hair w blonde streaks in and blue eyes!! i have quite a few piercings, id say my aesthetic is like a grunge academia moment and i always wear rly smudged messy eyeliner!

im very shy but when i warm up to ppl i never shut up. i get overexcited super easily and also daydream constantly. im really into writing, reading and baking!!! and im tired 24/7 oops. i rly like indie/rock music and old horror movies and im learning to play guitar!

sorry if that was a lot im super bad at describing myself ahh but thank u sm in advance!! no pressure at all to do this!! <33

I LOVE YOUR AESTHETIC OMG. bestie i have the perfect boy for you, you won't even believe. here we go!

ship: okay i'm gonna ship you with (FANON) knox butttt i have the most chaotic friendship for you and charlie so buckle up

notes:

we all know sir charles is always on the lookout for snazzy people to be friends with, and you, madam, are the epitome of that snazziness he's looking for!

he'd show up in all his charm and basically beg you to be his friend (in a cool, not creepy way ofc)

from the moment you showed up with your eyeliner and piercings and grunge vibe, knox would be like "her. that one. i'm in love." and for the next week or so he will not stop staring at you

and obviously he's not very subtle about it so charlie notices it and is like "her? oh yeah, we've been best friends since the dawn of time (aka a week ago). i'll put in a good word for you."

and so charles waltzes back over to you and is like "listen. that guy over there? tall, kinda looks confused all the time? he's in love with you."

and knox is like HEY THAT WASN'T WHAT I MEANT

but it's okay because hey there's this old horror movie you really like playing at a nearby theatre and you invite knox to go with you (which literally makes his entire year omg. "she invited me to a movie. a movie, charlie. me.")

he brings you flowers and buys you popcorn of course

so uh funny story he doesn't like horror movies

he spends the entire time with one hand covering his eyes and the other latched onto yours for dear life

and every once in a while when nothing bad is happening he'll be looking at you, in awe of how beautiful you look and how much you're enjoying this terrifying ass movie oh my god

because you've seen the movie before, you tell him every time something scary is about to happen, which is really sweet and would make him a lot happier if he weren't terrified

"Knox...you okay? Do you wanna leave?" "No, no, i love this. You love this. We're staying."

after the movie he's slightly traumatized but whatever and he realizes hey!! i just sat through an entire horror movie and didn't cry once!! so he plucks up the courage to finally give you the poem he wrote about you the first time he saw you

you read it right there and it is,,, so SWEET

you'd promise to return the favor one day and probably kiss him, which made him want to scream out of pure happiness

he's go back and tell charlie everything from start to finish, making sure not to leave a single detail out ("hey, she's my best friend, knoxious. cool your jets.")

knox would be so down to learn guitar with you and he'd try to learn how to play one of your favorite songs first (oh yeah, he listened to every single song you told him about the first chance he got)

and when he finds out you like baking, it kinda catches him off guard?? but he immediately is like CAN I BAKE SOMETHING WITH YOU

um so he's terrible at baking so you kinda have to take the reins on this one

he manages to spill legitimately everything, including an entire bag of flour

he expects you to be pissed off but you both end up laughing really hard about it and throwing random handfuls of baking ingredients at each other

were cookies made that day? nope, but some lovely memories were :')

[trixabke]

Hiii!! Your blog is the cutest omg🥺 i love the color theme!!

I saw that you have the request for HQ matchups open and i wanna try it even though its my first time (a romantic one pls)😅 my name is Elena, im 19 years old, my pronouns are she/her and im bi with a preference towards guys. Im a taurus (actually im writing this on my bday hehe) and my personality is INFJ though im an ambivert, i love travelling, im a tourism student, and i also love baking, going to museums, taking walks under the sun, having picnics and having fun, i adore arts and crafts too and table games such as trivial or card games.

Im tall, 175cm, and im kinda athletic, ive got brunette shoulder length hair and brown eyes too; im always trying to make everyone around me feel happy, im very sensitive and empathetic and others being okay makes me feel great, i love helping people and hate confrontation, im also very into feminism, body positive vibes and justice. I would say im a bit of a crackhead when i trust people and im also very smart, im a professional overthinker and very insecure sometimes. My ideal partner is someone whom i can rely on but also someone whom i can laugh hard with, im not the clingiest person but i love physical contact with my beloved ones, my love language is acts of service and sometimes physical contact, i want a partner i can trust in but also who is my best friend. I think my clothing style is parisian, my favourite season is spring and i love chocolate.

I hope this wasn’t awful and pls feel free to dm if you need anything!! Also you can totally ignore this and it would be okay too, I understand😁 i wish you a great May month and please hydrate yourself and stay safe💖

a/n: HI ELENA, HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!! AND U DID PERFECT! ALSO, IM GLAD U LIKE THE COLOR SCHEME. HOPEFULLY, U LIKE WHAT I WROTE:)

if u see a misspelling, no u didn’t :’)

I match you with: 

Daichi: 

(honorable mentions: iwa, akaashi, and suna)

yall probably met while traveling tbh. He was rekindling an old friendship and saw you doing your thing- he literally thought that you’re the one girl he saw at the store and could not stop thinking about

ran into each other in a different place at a different time and different place, and it gave him an excuse to talk to you

this bitch was so flustered but managed to get your number 

that or yall had a childhood friend to lovers story, very much slow burn 

he wants someone who is not only his partner but also his best friend, so that’s one of the reasons he found you so intriguing 

I feel like Daichi also overthinks things, but I feel like it could be a learning difference, you help him, and he helps you when the overthinking becomes too much

adores the fact that you’re tall. He thinks you're a goddess for sure

loves your crackhead side, he will match the energy up to like max 95%, he will match it more in person than text, but he makes an effort to keep up the vibez >:)

this man is so loyal, will be your rock- need reassurance bam Daichi is there, need a break from the stress of life bam Daichi is there, need help again bam Daichi is there

with that being said, I don't think he is clingy. He doesn't like to see people he cares about down or upset, so he will be there for you but won’t force his affection

he isn't adamant about physical touch; he loves it but won't initiate it at the start

not huge on PDA

loves acts of service; he likes the fact you take time out of your day to help him. He really really appreciates it and will make sure you know how happy it makes him :)

defo a hopeless romantic

loves and admires your empathy so much. Also, he supports the message of body positivity and justice. He cares a lot about the world, and it is imperative to him  (bare minimum, I know, but he’ll treat u right >:))

AND SPRING DATES- JUST *CHEFS KISS* 

would be the type to take you to a picnic in the park and spoil you

long walks on the beach and then watching the sunset

making cookies at 4 am 

game night. after a long day just meeting up (just you guys or with friends) and getting some food and playing card or board games, he loves the fact you like card games because he thinks they are super underrated 

will buy you flowers and chocolates, he probably has a designated few days each month where he scedules to go get you flowers and sum gifts

overall a very healthy sweet relationship

u were the first person who asked, so thank you :)

[wolferals]

🦋CAR RIDE🦋

arón piper preference

!SMUT! for @lynaebto

(i need to go to church after writing this)

*

*

-aron and you were just heading home after hanging out with Itzan, Alvaro and Mina

-it was around 11pm when aron drove onto the highway -and you turned on some music

-„god im tired.“ he then said and leaned back in his seat

-„me too. But we still have to clean the kitchen from before“

-you had made him to bake cookies with you before you went to Itzan‘s place

-he groaned loudly and gave you a quick glance

-„im exhausted baby.“ he whispered a couple of minutes later

-you nodded and unintentionally put your hand on his right thigh to reassure him

-little did you know

-your boy was sexually frustrated

-he had been working a lot lately

-and when he came home every night, he‘d pass out immediately after dinner

-you havent had sex with him in like 2 weeks

-and feeling your little hand on his thigh turned this guy on as hell

-you didnt even notice what you were doing until he placed his hand onto yours and slowly wandered inbetween his thighs

-your head shot around and you looked at your intertwined hands that were right on his growing bulge

-„what are you doing?“ you asked and grinned a little

-„sorry. I just need that right now.“ he bit his lower lip frustrated

-„pull over.“ you suddenly demanded and he looked at you

-he kind of knew what was about to happen but he pretended as if he didnt know

-so he pulled over on the empty highway and parked the car

-„backseat.“ you said seriously and got out of the car

-aron obeyed and climbed to the back

-you got inside as well and straddled his lap

-„bebe what do you want to yo?“ he grinned at you

-„i want you to be quiet and to enjoy this.“

-he bit his lip when he heard you being so dominant

-usually he was the one fucking you into oblivion

-he told you what to do, when to be quiet and when to scream for him

-seeing you so horny wanted him to be good for you

-you took off his shirt in a fast motion and threw it to the front seat

-then you took off your pants and he followed your movements

-when he was about to take off his boxers you stopped him

-„no! I wanna try something.“ you spoke and he stopped right away

-you then started grinding your wet pussy on his clothed bulge

-aron threw his head back and groaned loudly

-to go even faster you held onto his neck and moved your hips in an amazing feeling pace

-„bebe, eso se siente tan bien“ he moaned and put his hands on your hips to guide you

-„no touching babyboy.“ you told him

-he moaned out from you talking like this

-then you started planting kisses on his neck and his exposed collarbones

-he was a sucker for that

-you knew he was getting close when he started moving around and his groans got louder

-profanities were leaving his mouth

-so you stopped and just looked at him

-„mhh baby no.“ he complained and looked into your eyes as well

-„you dont get to cum yet.“ you spoke harshly and took off your shirt to show him your black lace bra

-„you’re gorgeous“ he replied in awe and cupped your boobs until you told him not to touch you

-„thats unfair.“ he pouted

-„how is that unfair? You‘re not in charge right now. I am, do you understand?“ you said in a serious tone

-„baby since when are you like this?“ he slightly laughed at you

-you had no choice but to grab him by the neck and say:“do you understand me?“

-you could feel his cock growing one last inch

-he secretly loved this

-„i understand.“ he then said and leaned his head back against the seat

-„alright, good boy.“

-you took off your panties and waited for him to put on the condom

-once he had it you slid down on his dick and you both moaned out very loud

-„SÍ!“ Aron basically screamed and dug his nails in the seat next to him

-you started off slowly just to tease him

-but you needed more friction as well so you started riding him faster

-aron kept cursing and moaning in your ear in a way you‘ve never seen or heard it

-„harder baby, please bebe.“

-he was begging you

-thats just how you wanted it

-so you followed his begging and rode him as fast as you could

-your first orgasm had rushed through your body after a couple of minutes

-when you got close to your second you could feel Arón twitch inside of you

-„dont cum! If you cum, ill have to punish you, yes?“

-he nodded, bit his lip and took a deep breath

-you came with an extremely loud scream but kept grinding on him while trying to calm down

-he was hella close so you kept moving until you could feel him cumming

-you quickly got off of him, slid down and took him in your mouth after removing the condom

-„puta fuck fuck fuck, bebe.“ he groaned

-his body was shaking

-you sucked him off as hard as possible until he finally came in your mouth

-and how he came

-huge load

-animalistic scream

-body shaking heavily

-the veins on his hands popping from how hard he was gripping into the car

-lip swollen from the hard biting

-after he had calmed down from this orgasm he leaned back and was breathing heavily

-you just sat there next to him

-smiling because of how well you‘ve treated your man

-„fuck i love you“ he smiled and looked at you

-„you too.“ you replied

-and seeing you there, all naked, with a bit of cum on your mouth was the hottest you‘ve ever looked in his eyes

[lasteverafter]

YOU’VE  HEARD  ABOUT  HER,    HAVEN’T  YOU?      THE  NEVER  WHO  DOESN’T  WANT  HER  STORY  ---    JOY  OF  FOXWOOD.

hey remember chaddick’s portrait? you do now.

joy is the brainchild of me and one wretched teapot so this time there was less thinking involved on my part. / @wretchedteapot i’m stealing ur content.

didn’t mean we didn’t have to do some serious mental gymnastics though.

(just give us ages already gdi)

so yeah, JOY!!! she’s an absolute sweetheart, befitting of her name but also she rarely feels actual joy!!!! because of her mountain of issues!!

she’s the daughter of odile / the black swan from swan lake.

and she’s basically a never, but she doesn’t want to be because HELLO has anyone ever thought about the system in sge .... like you are literally killing your classmates. why isn’t anyone breaking over being destined to die in a very bad way.

my canon now in my canon we break the school into ruins!!! bye!! nada!! just rocks and rubble!!!

we’re putting in a lil bit of social reform into her character!!!

her full name is joy tiane we’re not pulling a soman here right now.

around 16-18. she’s a bit older than the main cast of sge and probably a year ahead. the prime time for a mid-life crisis!1!!1!!

she’s an only child and lives in foxwood alongside her family.

technically a never. but it too nice to be accept as one but too evil to be accepted by evers f.

first on her mountain of issues is the fact that she’s a splitting image of the daughter of odette / the swan queen, albeit more akin to a darker twin. while the other girl has light golden hair and fair darling blue eyes, joy has stark black hair and dark DARK brown eyes.

girl doesn’t even have an appearance to call her own. whew! issues.

is of asian descent, very willowy, lean and tall - a ballet dancer physique.

her hair is quite long but very straight. slightly choppy at the ends but generally looks very silky and nice.

but has really long lean muscular legs and is quite tall, 168cm.

her vibes are cottagecore bisexual who doesn’t want to be evil but also has her very evil grandpa and mother breathing down her neck!!

she’s a very sweet girl, enjoys making pies and cake but breaks down once a week cause she doesn’t want to die a gruesome death and accept her destiny!!!

joy: i made pie :D evers: TO POISON US WITH???????? HOW DARE joy: not again.

neighbours and childhood friends with the gremlaine brothers. they hang out together and joy often writes back to them in school.

when she goes shes like i will send everything back and i will tell you ev er y t h i ng

joy: ur my only friend here chaddick chaddick: dies joy: tf am i supposed to do now?

joy very much accepted to go to the school for bad because fuck home fuck mom bad memories. i only have one month worth of good memories here it’s not worth it.

has mommy issues. her mom is very much a huge pusher for joy to do bad things and be villainous when joy literally only wants to bake cake.

her grandfather is really pleased with a granddaughter who looks exactly like odette’s kid!!!! his scheme isn’t over yet just wait.

very soft just radiates sunny vibes, but the evers don’t like nevers and nevers don’t like soft babies like her.

can get REALLY prickly though, especially when you make her mad. she is literally going to wage a war against you. you can literally feel her murderous bad vibes.

cold shoulder queen. doesn’t give a fuck about you if you spite her lmao.

[insert name here]: HELP I CAN’T SWIM joy: your point? [insert name here]: I’M DROWNING joy: and im reading

she doesn’t like it when her villain instincts take over but its kind of a part of her and she can’t deny her blood (as much as she’d like it).

joy: why does magical violence have to be the last resort. can’t it be like. the fifth.

dances ballet!! just a dancer. can’t do any other sport to save her life. sings sometimes.

as a result just walks around in ballet shoes 24/7. she used to take them off but now she’s just like. yeah.

joy: breaks in her pointe shoes the evers that are passing through: oh my god she’s murdering someone or something. the nevers on the floor beneath: oh my god what kind of never DANCES??

cracks her neck and back a lot. it’s horrifying for the evers she’s around lmaoo.

sometimes ~ waddles ~ like duckies (OR SWANS HAHAHA) because she walks with her feet turned out. she can turn back in, she’s just too tired to.

sprawls a lot. chairs are her worst enemy.

going thru a serious identity issue someone help the poor girl.

her magic specialty is curses but she absolutely fails uglification because her blood curse prevents her from looking any different from the daughter of odette.

lives in tower vice. has a horrible relationship with her dorm mates but wbk.

has prosopagnosia / face blindness. it’s not too bad but she’s awful with remembering faces and it takes very long to remember a face.

ironic considering her mother’s story lol. but yes! if you suddenly change your hair joy probably has no idea who you are.

also why she rarely calls people by their name.

also comes with a healthy dose of anxiety and coming off as rude or uncaring.

that’s why she always wears a red bow in her hair, cause she’s not going to recognise herself in the mirror if she doesn’t. looks in the mirror and goes who’s that bitch.

when you wanna mix things up a bit and wear a different colour bow but then you don’t recognise yourself anymore.

probably introduced herself to the brothers four times in a span of two months. literally cannot tell them apart most of the time because they all looking the fucking same.

joy: hey there’s a new kid next door :D the kid: is actually three similar looking guys joy: now hold on a minute.

joy with people she likes: 🔮🌹💖🌺💖🌹🔮 joy with people she doesn't like: 💔💢🔨⚔️ 🔨 💢 💔

[gvf-imagine]

Greta Van Fleet Preferences

HOW YOU MEET

——————————

Danny:

How you meet

“Ill be out here when you're ready to show me” your friend calls , knocking on your dressing room door. You give a simple “ok” as a reply and begin to undress. You're going to a wedding this weekend and your friend is helping you find something to wear, she found her dress weeks ago, you struggled in the fashion department. 

Your eyes fell on the dress your friend had picked out for you. It was a very gentle pink color and came down to your mid thigh, it was tight not flowy which was far from your normal attire. It looked nice enough but the price tag frightened you. You pulled it off the hanger and shimmied into it. Honestly, you thought you looked great, perhaps you should step outside your comfort zone more often when it came to clothing. The dress hugged your curves , which made you feel insecure but it's a wedding so no one will be looking at you, all eyes on the bride, hopefully. You fix your hair and pose for yourself, it was comfortable, surprisingly.  Ok time to show her. 

“So what do you think of this one? I kinda like it!” you say as you swing the changing room door open, your gaze looking down at the dress. 

“Yeah you look great” a man's voice responds, your heart jumps and you lift your head quickly. Your face burns red as your friend is nowhere in sight. In her place is a tall dark haired man casually looking through some belts. Your shoulders drop as you curse yourself. Idiot. 

“Oh i'm sorry! My friend said she'd be waiting out here for me” you reply with a smile, trying to pretend like you didnt feel like throwing yourself off a bridge. The man chuckles “oh yeah she left , said there was a cute guy that walked by” he answered looking towards the front of the store. God that is just like her, chasing after some dude. 

“It really does look nice on you” the man says again. You smile and look down at yourself “you think so? I usually don't wear this sort of thing, but i'm going to a wedding”  you explain with a chuckle. He nods, his eyes have not left you. 

“Yeah you look awesome, I think you should get it” he speaks reassuringly. 

“Holy fuck!” you exclaim then quickly cover your mouth, you didn't mean to be that loud. The man laughs and steps closer to you as you look at the price tag hanging from the hem of the dress. 

“This fuckin thing is 400$?! Jesus christ , I could make my own dress for 50$” you joke. Your shoulders sink, you really wanted this dress. The man laughs loudly.

“You're funny,” he chimes. He looks at your face, painted with disappointment. 

“Hey I could - I could buy it for you” he offers. You look at him in awe. 

“Its…….400 dollars….Why would you do that for me? You dont have to do that its just a stupid dress im sure I can find a cheaper one” You respond waving his idea away with your hand. 

“It's ok , I can afford it, I want you to have it” he insists. You don't know what to say , you just look at him. 

“On one condition though” he adds with a smile. 

“Yeah what?” you ask. 

“You have to take me as your date” he says shyly

———————————————————————

Jake:

Ok just breathe, you're fine , everythings fine. You tell yourself as your heart pounds in your chest. You were at an amusement park and about to go on the biggest roller coaster they had due to a dare from your friends, who were watching safely from the ground. Some random man is sitting in the seat beside you as two people had to share a cart. He didn't seem nervous and you wished you could be as relaxed as him. 

“Hey are you alright?” he asks , as if he knew you were thinking about him. 

“Oh um yeah im-im ok” you lied your mouth going dry. He smiles at you and watches you for a moment. 

“Are you though? Cuz your leg is shaking pretty vigorously there” he points out, his eyes falling to your body. You hadn't even noticed you were bouncing your leg anxiously. 

You stop.

“I'm sorry , I'm just a bit nervous I suppose, I'm kind of scared of roller coasters” you explain with a sheepish smile. 

“Kinda weird to go on the biggest one here then right?” he responds you chuckle at his remark. 

“Yeah my friends dared me, they are down there” you say pointing in their direction. He looks down and sees a small group of people looking up at you. The wind blew and you looked up at the clouds in search of comfort and solace. 

“Well My Name is Jake, and i've been on this ride a million times, you're going to be ok” He says with a reassuring tone of voice. He could sense how scared you actually were even though you tried your hardest to shrug it off. 

“Thanks Jake…..that helps. I’m (y/n) by the way its nice to meet you.” you reply smiling, feeling slightly better. Jake was a good distraction, he was gorgeous, chestnut brown hair that fell to his broad shoulders. Enticing eyes that made you wanna know more about him and his voice was sweet and soothing. You couldn't help but wonder what he thought about you. The feeling of the ride jolting under you ripped you from your daydream like state. 

“Oh fuck” you mutter , feeling your heart rate rise again. Jake smiles and grabs your hand gently. 

“It's gonna be ok” he smiles

———————————————————————

Sam:

Finally it was time to go to study hall, your last class of the day. You used this class to get your assignments from the day done. You headed to your desk but something catches your eye on your way. You look down at another student , you wracked your brain trying to remember his name. He was reading one of your all time favorite books, which surprised you , most people hadn’t even heard of the book before. You had to say something.

“Hey! I love that book” you say with a smile. The guy looks up at you with an equally excited facial expression.

“Oh yeah , it’s a great book, this is like the third time I’ve read it” he replies. You laugh, and nod.

“Yeah it’s such an awesome book, I’ve never met another person that likes it” you say.

“Sorry what was your name again?” You add.

“I’m Sam” he smiles.

“I’m (y/n)” you introduce , you both look in each other’s eyes and appreciate that moment. His eyes glinted with interest making you blush.

“Uh well maybe we could get together some time and talk about the book” he says stuttering slightly, moving his hair from his face gracefully, you watched it as it fell to his sides like a curtain.

“That would be awesome, here I’ll give you my number” you say quickly fishing for a piece of paper from your back pack. You jot your number down in neat hand writing and handed it to him. He looked so happy, he thanks you as he takes the paper.

“Alright class sit down” the teacher announces as she enters the room. You look to her and then back down to Sam before gesturing towards your seat, Sam nods and winks at you before you take your seat.

———————————————————————-

Josh:

Your eyes scanned the shelves looking for Almond flour, you were going to try your hand at making home made macarons. You loved to bake , you did it whenever you had free time and you never made the same thing twice. You smile when your eyes land on the last bag of almond flour , you happily pluck it from the shelf until you see the ridiculous price tag. Why is healthy shit so expensive? You shook your head at the thought and made your way down the aisle. You looked up seconds before a man was about to bump into you, neither of you saw each other.

“Oh sorry” you say taking a step to your right , you laugh as he takes a step to his left thus getting in your way again.

“Oops” he chimes stepping to the other side the same time as you.

“I’ll go left you go right” you giggle , he thinks to himself , eyes looking up to the ceiling before taking a step in the wrong direction.

“No your other right” you laugh. He smiles “sorry” he says palming his forehead.

“No worries” you reply stepping around him.

“Oh hey!” He calls a second later.

“I think you dropped this” he adds holding out a package of frosting bags.

“Oh thanks” you smile grabbing them from him, his eyes fall to your basket of items.

“Oh thanks” you smile grabbing them from him, his eyes fall to your basket of items. You tuck your hair behind your ears and look down at your basket as well.

“Uh well I like to bake yeah - I- I don’t know if I would go as far as to say I’m a baker” you chuckle.

“Do you bake a lot?” He asks simply.

You nod.

“Well that sounds like a baker to me” he smiles with a curt nod.

“Yeah good point , you got me there” you reply , you could feel your cheeks warming , you were blushing but you weren’t sure why.

“Are you a baker as well?” You ask.

“Oh no I should not be allowed near an oven” he jokes “I’m just lost, you wouldn’t happen to know where the Oreos are would you?” He asks gesturing towards the store.

“Oh yeah they’re in Aisle 12” you chime pointing in the general direction.

“Cool thanks” he smiles.

“Ya know I actually have an event coming up for a friend, I don’t know if maybe you’d wanna bake a cake for him? It’s for his birthday , we’re having a surprise party ” he explains somewhat haphazardly.

“I’d pay you” he adds.

Sold.

“Sure I’d love to!-“ you begin.

“Ok cool, so should we like exchange info?” He asks , his pointer finger gesturing from him to you.

“Yeah that’s a good idea , that way we can over specific details like size and flavor of the cake” you nod as he pulls his phone out. You recite your number to him and his eyes flicker up to you

“What’s your name?” He asks softly.

“Oh sorry! I’m (y/n)” you answer.

“(Y/n) cool ,I’m Josh” he smiles.

Josh.

Later you’re in your apartment, the delicate scent of raspberry macarons fills the air as they cool on your counter.

Your phone beeps in your pocket and you slip it out.

“Hey it’s Josh from the baking aisle, there is no event. I think you’re super pretty...and that’s why I wanted your number but I wasn’t sure how to ask. I hope you aren’t mad , I just didn’t know how to ask” You read the message and smile, and honestly you were kind of relived he was fibbing. Catering events made you nervous.

“Thanks Josh! Of course I’m not mad, I totally understand being nervous about stuff like that” you reply.

“Oh good, if I ever do need a cake you’ll be the first person I ask” he texts back , you smile.

“Ya know I actually just took some macarons out of the oven, wanna come over and be my taste tester?” You send back. Your heart warms at the thought of making a new friend , and a cute one at that.

[wavesmp3]

let’s make a trade: the sun for the stars; platonic jihoon x reader artist!jihoon, nude model!reader (so warning: mentions of nudity) wc. 2.1k

a/n: this fic is just a complete mess of a piece, absolutely no plot and was meant to be part text fic, just mainly a lot of random dialogue that came to me at 2 am tbh, also basically an ‘i’ll give you the sun’ fanfic because i love jandy nelson’s writing a/n 2: really read at your own risk, this isn’t even a fic this is like a half-baked outline at best

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Jihoon thinks there’s something profoundly odd with nude art. What’s the purpose of nude drawings and painting and sculptures anyways? He knows of course what he’s been told the purpose is, in fact the instructor is rattling on about the purpose of nude drawings right now. It’s to capture the emotion, the stress, the lines, and the contours that would normally be hidden behind layers and layers of polyester and cotton clothes. It’s to capture beauty; take the fascination humans have with each other and mark them down forever. It’s to showcase the skill of the artist. Of course, today, with the nude model in the center of the classroom, the exercise is meant to bring out the latter purpose. But jihoon thinks there’s something more to drawing someone nude. There’s a vulnerability in it. It’s a vulnerable place for you, the model to be in. Because it’s more than just being naked. It’s subjecting yourself to be picked apart, piece by piece. It’s letting yourself be seen by a million different lenses. It’s letting the artists convey the little things, like the way you sit, or the way your bones come together, or how you have that one vein in your neck and forehead that sticks out a little more than the others. It’s putting on display the birthmark in between your collarbone and shoulder, the tattoo under the curve of your hip and the other one on your wrist. Jihoon knows he’s supposed to draw you as you’re seen, work from the inside out, bone blood then skin. But then why is it that he takes his pencil and sketches your vulnerability. (Portrait: The Naked Model Wearing Vulnerability As Clothes). 

—

“Smoking kills,” Jihoon scowls exiting from the art building a little earlier than normal, “you know that right?” 

You squint up at him. Sitting on the doorstep of the classroom and taking an extra long drag. Just in spite. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, driving the cigarette straight to the earth's core, “I know.” You stomp your foot against the bud, and the entire world shakes a little when you do. You stand up and look at Jihoon. You look angry. You didn’t hold this emotion in between your brows before. Maybe it’s new. Or maybe you’re just good at hiding it. Jihoon isn’t good at that. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and in his knees.

You exhale, rolling your eyes. “Is class over then?” You ask pointing towards the closed double doors. 

He shakes his head. “No, I got kicked out.” 

“For what?” You chuckle, but it comes out like a scoff. 

Jihoon shrugs. “Not completing the assignment.” 

You suck in your bottom lip. “Let’s see it then.” He blinks at you. You nod towards the sketch book he has tucked under his arm. Jihoon mutters a silent ‘oh’ before opening the book and flipping to the page where he drew you. You take it from him wordlessly. 

He supposes he should be scared by this. But he isn’t. It feels more like returning a favor. Because now he’s the one in a vulnerable position. But you take a long time to look at the drawing. You take years to dissect each line and shading. You burn over every inch of paper until the entire book is bursting into flames in your hands. He lets you take your time. You look up at him, something indescribable in your eyes. Something like fear or awe or wonder. You look at him like you would running into an ex-friend. Jihoon feels more than just vulnerable now. He feels like you’ve ripped behind his skin straight to the muscle and bones. (Portrait: A Bundle Of Muscles In The Outline of Person). He feels naked. He wants to feel no more. 

“So—“ 

You shush him immediately. Accidentally silencing the entire world. And after another lifetime of you staring at the one page, the one singular drawing, you’re finally done. 

“It’s really good.” You breathe. Jihoon senses a but. “But it isn’t me.” 

He says it plainly. “It’s a version of you to me.” (Portrait: The Way You See Yourself Looking In A Mirror; The Way He Sees You Looking Out). “Don’t most models leave after the modeling?” 

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” You hand him back the sketchbook. “Well, see you around I guess.” You turn back towards the double doors of the art building. And right before you’re swallowed whole by the red brick and air conditioning, you lift up your hand in a silent goodbye without looking back. And you do it in an almost cocky manner as if you know he’s watching you go. In your defense, he is. 

—

The next time he sees you is in the same class later that week. Apparently, nude sketching is a week long lesson. Your pose is a little different this time. Hands covering certain parts, head turned away. Today, the instructor wants them to focus on conveying emotion through the body alone, no face. He does as he’s told. He draws you as you are, as others would see. He draws something that won’t get him kicked out of class. And on the next page, he draws you the way he wants. Something more abstract. Focusing on the strain in your neck and arch in your back. He highlights the insecurities you’ve dropped by your feet and creates a shadow around the confidence you wear around your head. 

 —

[unknown number, 17:12]: hey it’s the nude model [unknown number, 17:12]: lol that’s probably not a normal greeting [unknown number, 17:13]: but anyways, this might be weird but I was kinda wondering if i could see what you drew in class today, you didn’t get kicked out so im curious. [unknown number, 17:15]: oh alos i got your number from mingyu lol hope thats not creepy [unknown number, 17:15]: *also

[jihoon, 22:37]: oh mingyu is your bf, yeah i’ve heard about you [jihoon, 22:38]: i can’t say it’s not creepy but here [jihoon, 22:40]: image.0315

[you, 23:04]: only good things i hope, also i can see why you didn’t get kicked out this time it’s nice [you, 23:04]: but [you, 23:04]: from what i can tell, it doesn’t really seem like your style

[jihoon, 23:54]: image.0316 

[you, 23:57]: yeah that’s more like it

—

The third time he sees you is at the end of the semester party. In truth, Jihoon is partly avoiding you. You text him a lot. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t getting mildly annoying. 

He’s talking to Jeonghan and Soonyoung when a tipsy you and an even tipsier Mingyu make your way over to the couch and fall into the cushions. And something about the way you look at each other as if you’re kissing with your eyes. Something about the way you whisper something in his ear and he laughs. Something about the way he whispers something back, taking your hand in his and playing absentmindedly with your fingers. Makes Jihoon think that the two of you are so caught up with each other. Too focused on swallowing each other whole. That the walls could fall and the sky could come bursting into the room and neither of you would bat an eye. 

(Portrait: You And Mingyu Tearing Down The Walls And The Clouds)

Jihoon’s taking out his sketchbook and a pencil before he realizes it himself. 

—

“Hey let’s play a game,” you say while you and Jihoon are waiting for the movie to start playing in the movie theater. “where we each claim pieces of the universe for ourselves.” 

(Portrait: You And Jihoon Each Holding Half The Universe In Your Palms) 

“Sure.” Jihoon waits a moment, thinking which part of the universe he’d like to claim first. “I call the stars.” 

“Fuck,” you whisper into the popcorn, “I want the stars.” 

“You snooze you loose.” 

“It’s my game.” 

“Okay and?” 

You roll your eyes dramatically. “Anyways I call the sun.”

Jihoon: “Moon.” 

You: “Earth.” 

He takes a sip of his cola. “And everything in it?” 

“No just the planet.” 

“Okay… I call the other planets.” 

“That’s a lot at once but I’ll let it slide as long as I get to have Pluto.” 

Jihoon shakes his head in a laugh. “Plutos barely a planet but yeah, go crazy.”

“Bet. And next…” you tap on your chin in thought, “next I want the asteroid belt.” 

“I want the Hubble Telescope.” 

You squint at him. “You’re weird.” 

“Says the one who just called the asteroid belt.” 

You press a finger to your lips. “The movies about to start.” 

—

[you, 9:23]: btw I call all bodies of water [jihoon, 9:32]: that is such a catch all [you, 9:33]: hey you can have rain [jihoon, 9:33]: bruh [jihoon, 9:33]: fine i’ll take rain but i call mountains too [you, 9:34]: i want flowers [jihoon, 9:34]: i want trees and beyonce [you, 9:35]: no way you can’t call ppl [jihoon, 9:35]: so you can call ALL bodies of water but i can’t call beyonce [you, 9:35]: my game my rules [jihoon, 9:36]: it was worth a try [you, 9:38]: oh i got a good one [you, 9:39]: i call music [jihoon, 9:40]: N O [you, 9:40]: we can stop here for today [jihoon, 9:41]: this game is so biased [jihoon, 9:41]: I WANT MUSICCC!!!!!! [you, 9:41]: whine about it more and i’ll call art too [jihoon, 941]: icallarticallarticallart [you, 9:41]: ur welcome [jihoon, 9:42]: u suck

—

“Hey,” you greet coming into jihoon’s apartment, with a frantic text about needing to escape for a bit. Luckily, you explain so jihoon doesn’t have to ask. “We broke up. Mingyu and I.”

“Oh.” 

You shake your head. “It’s fine though. Really.” (Portrait: You and a Lie Detector Flashing Red)

Jihoon opens and closes his mouth trying to figure out the best way to comfort you without coddling you. He settles for, “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

You inhale sharply. “No. Not really.” You sit on his couch and turn on the tv. After a moment, jihoon joins you. 

And it’s 20 minutes into whatever program you’ve chosen to watch that Jihoon finally knows what to say. “Hey,” he whispers, you turn your head towards him, “you wanted the stars right?” you raise a single eyebrow. “Take them.” 

“Really?” you say suspicious. 

“Yeah,” he nods, then with a smile adds, “but it’s gonna cost you.” you roll your eyes knowingly. “I want the sun.” 

You purse your lips in thought. Then after a minute, agree. And so a trade is made: the sun for the stars. 

—

[a/n: undeveloped bit of dialogue that would have gone somewhere] Reader: Are we about to kiss Jihoon: What ew no Reader: Ew? I mean I agree but ew? That’s harsh Jihoon: don’t make it personal Reader: Okay you know I have a bf right Jihoon: Oh my god I’m not into you Reader: Not even a little bit Jihoon: No Reader: Not even like last two people on earth into me Jihoon: No Reader: Ouch Jihoon: You’re the one who asked Reader: Still hurts to hear

—

[a/n: for context before this reader was supposed to give jihoon music] “Do you know how to play?” you ask, fingers ghosting the keys of the piano in jihoon’s apartment. 

“Of course. Why would I have one if I didn't?”

You shrug. “Play me something.” 

He sits down on the bench and plays a tune he memorized years ago. One that starts happy and shifts key into something almost unrecognizable. Not sad, not angry, but a fireball of emotions. Or at least, that’s how Jihoon’s old teacher described the piece.

“Hey, jihoon,” you say as he holds out on the last note of the song. 

“Yeah”

“I’m glad I gave you music.” 

“Oh,” he says, voice turning mischievous, “me too.” He starts playing a new song. 

“Is that-” you sit up slightly “Is that the Wii theme music?” Jihoon hums along. “I take it back.”

—

[mattmurdocksscars]

ok... trying this again...

CONGRATS MANDA I LOVE YOU FUNKY LIL HUMAN

1) the most important, i ship you w llewyn bc he is the Softest man and would absolutely love to sit on the couch for as long as you need to listen to whatever you ever say. your problems, friends problems, writing problems. and he would actually try to help, not just "that sucks babe" but he would want to and try his best to give you advice that could help. sometimes it dont but he do be trying his best. he would fucking LOVE to help you write shit too, like ur lil brain baby before you possibly have baby babies. and if you just have a tough time and don't wanna do anything at home? dude already has a bath, tea, soup or salad or unlimited breadsticks, massage, or a really long cuddle puddle. whatever you need he got you before you even know it yourself. ok now im Soft damn

2) hmmmm I would like an oscar ship

3) im very compassionate! my parents raised me with a lot of volunteering and community service with my church so I love pretty much any community service. I like being active too! I would be playing a sport at college rn :/ but alas. I also rly like music!!! I play a couple instruments. I lorve baking and reading also! I have a lot of pets.

I think I'm an intp? whichever one is the blonde chick in the grass like ~YoUrE UnStAbLe~

4) I don't wanna get weird or specific soooo let's just say smol whiny baby sub :)

LOV U MANDA CONGRATS ON 700

🌻

I’m going with:

Abel Morales!

The Daddy 😏 Listen, he would love how compassionate and active you are. He’s a busy man so the fact that you have so many pets will make him feel a little better if he’s home late and at work early. He definitely makes it up to you though, in many different ways. He’s going to spoil the actual fuck out of you. It’s not unusual to find new jewelry or outfits waiting for you. He also enjoys taking you to dinner when possible. He adores when you bake for him. And if you play music for him? He’s so excited. He could listen to you play for hours. 

Like I said. Abel = Daddy. He’ll dom the fuck out of you but he’s also going to take really good care of you. An absolute King at aftercare. He’s always going to leave you satisfied, no matter what.

Awe, sweet baby Llewyn. I love him 🥺

[dyxnamicart]

my stupid highschool oneshot thing

look im not a writer, (I used to be when I was fourteen, haven’t done it since then so ya know, you dont use it you lose it lmao)

Anyways this has been highly requested that I post it, im a bit mad because its not exactly how I wish their dynamic was, I’m not great at writing banter (or anything i’m an artist now plewse) but ya know Also DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fiction, it in no way reflects real life Dan and Phil (In fact my au switches up their personalities a fair bit) and do not tag them okAY P E O P L E They dont wanna see it and I dont want them to see it (Even if this isnt a particularly shippy piece lmao people are getting very angsty as of late) I also don’t have an editor so sorry for any mistakes  Anyway here ya go heathens 

Dan didn’t notice the opposing teams jock barrelling towards him, not until his leg had swept under his own, causing him to fly through the air, ball no longer in his possession. 

In fact it all flew by in a matter of seconds. Dan didn’t really have time to process exactly what was happening until he felt the shock of pain that travelled up his wrist and down his arm as he landed heavily onto it, crying out as he rolled once or twice before coming to a stop… He couldn’t really tell. There was a whistle blow, but the bustling around him seemed dull in comparison to the loudness of the pain in his wrist. 

He hissed as he was righted, pulled up and put steadily on his feet, being ushered to the benches, it only felt like five minutes before the game was back on course, bar Dan to be left on the sides, a few claps on the back from his teammates as he let his head come down from the spinning it was doing. 

The nurse on staff did a pretty shoddy job of bandaging, but to her credit she did ask if he wanted an ambulance. If his dad knew an ambulance was called because he hurt his wrist... he didn’t even want to imagine the searing look of disappointment he would receive. 

So he just declined. 

The game was one of the final ones of the season, they were playing against the local private school, which had a surprisingly amount of suspiciously beefed up kids, though with private school money Dan wasn’t surprised they probably had some ins with the law and extra ‘help’. 

He really wanted to play in the final, in fact his coach had even been considering him for the team, not that Dan was amazing at football, but he wasn’t the worst. He was passable at best, probably why his parents weren’t here right now to witness the semi, something he supposes he should be counting his lucky stars for now he had an injury as mediocre as a sprained wrist, but now there was a nagging pull in his gut of his own disappointment. 

He waited out the game on the bench, figuring he should at least be there for his team for the results, even with a sprained wrist he didn’t want to run away without at least talking to a few of his mates afterwards. 

-

Phil didn’t see the tumble. 

He was perched up in the bleachers, trying to ignore the way the mild and darkening sky had began to stew whipping winds that tore right through the threads in his sweater, by sketching insurmountable things he could see. 

He didn’t usually go to games, not only was it not his scene, but he would either end up insanely bored or find his eyes following Dan Howell’s god damn limber body. But this was the semis, and he totally wasn’t here to occasionally glance at a certain panting number 91, he at least wanted to show his support for the school. It wasn’t his fault this game was boring and his sketchbook looked far more inviting. 

He only looked up when there was a big murmur and gasps coming from the crowd around him, and he couldn’t see who it was at first, but there was a boy sprawled on the ground. 

It didn’t take long to figure out it was Dan, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply, closing his sketchbook and shoving it into his bag. He ended up walking down a few rows in the bleachers, just trying to see if the daft idiot was okay, and he sat down again much closer. The nurse did an awful job at bandaging his hand, he could see that from here, and he would have to fix it after the game. Well.. he didn’t have to, of course, but he figured Howell was too much of an airhead to fix it properly and as much as the other grated on him he at least wanted him to be comfortable. 

When it came to the end of the game, Phil’s school lost, and there was a brief celebration for the other school as they paraded off the field, while Dan’s team just huddled around to talk to the coach and then walk to the locker rooms, obviously trying to act casual even if they had essentially just been eliminated from the finals. 

Looking around, a lot of the families and students were milling out, many of them disappointed by the outcome of the game.  

This was their star team, and there had been a surprisingly large turnout for the event, to have it all end this anticlimactically felt a bit wrong, if he was being honest, even if sports definitely weren’t his thing. 

Phil headed down towards the locker rooms, some of the boys were already heading out, chatting and bumping into each other as they walked. Boys were talking, over half of them shirtless. He tried to avoid looking at them, while Phil had come to terms with his sexuality internally, he wasn’t out to his school, despite the obvious digs lots of the jocks and ‘cool kids’ would make. He wasn’t exactly subtle. 

Dan hadn’t noticed him, he was sitting on a bench and chatting to a teammate, but some of the boys closer to the entrance had. 

“Ay! It’s Danny’s little bitch, what’s new Lester?” A boy Phil knew as Jason laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, leaning heavily on him. 

Phil grunted, and shoved him off. “I’m not anyone’s bitch. Especially not Howell’s.” 

There was an ‘oo’ that rippled through the boys, and it was safe to say that Dan had noticed him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and stood up. 

“A teacher told me to help Dan.. carry his stuff with his hand like that.” He faltered off, because that half baked excuse really did make him sound like someone’s bitch. But by this point people were beginning to lose interest and ended up either packing up to leave or going back to chatting amongst themselves about a hot girl or something Phil honestly couldn’t care less about. 

Phil walked towards Dan, throwing on a mastered look of indifference and annoyance.

“What are you doing back here?” The brunette sighed deeply, running his good hand through his hair. “As if I don’t already get clowned on enough from seeing you during actual school hours.” He said dryly. 

Phil rolled his eyes. “I saw that sad excuse for a nurse ‘wrap’ your hand. I’ve seen children under the age of 4 wrap toilet paper around themselves better.” 

Dan groaned as he fell back to his sitting position on the bench. “Good deed Lester huh? You aren’t a guardian angel you know.” 

“Are you going to turn down actual help with that wrist, Howell. Seriously.” He dropped his bag on the ground, and knelt down, ignoring the few whistles he got from the people still in the room. 

Dan rolled his eyes as he looked down at Phil, arched eyebrow and holding his injured wrist with his hand, like he didn’t trust him. “Fine.” He sighed, setting his hand down on his leg, looking down at Phil with a suspicious and unless he was imagining it, flushed face. 

Phil carefully lifted the brunettes injured hand, frowning at the small pang of guilt he felt when Dan hissed in a sharp breath, quiet, as if being a little louder would shatter his reputation in one fell swoop. 

By now the locker room had basically emptied out, Dan’s mates sauntered away, hefting their heavy gym bags over their shoulders as their voices echoed down the hallway and slowly faded into the cool night air. 

Dan and Phil sat in silence for a few moments as Phil examined the bandage. Dan seemed to relax a little, and he allowed the feeling of calm to wash over them now there was no eyes examining their every move. The indifference and hostility seemed to drain from the air.

He didn’t know if it was the late night game or the lack of people, but he felt as though he was back before highschool, back before their fall out. Before their life became a series of quips and tension seeping into the fond memories he once had for the boy in front of him. 

“Why do you play, when you end up hurting yourself like this?” His question was genuine, none of the concealed fire that was usually behind his voice when he talked to Dan. 

Phil used his other hand to unroll the bandage. He had seen the first aid kit it came from, the contents being the single bandage, two band aids and a single cotton swab. Not the most ideal for a sport like this, hands on and physical, but their school wasn’t really known for their state of the art resources. 

Dan looked unsure of whether or not he should give a witty response or answer seriously. In the end he seemed too exhausted to spit out a clever one liner. So he opted for the truth. 

“I don’t know..” Dan huffed a breath out of his nose, like he was out of practice with talking about his emotions. “The guys are cool.. people like a jock you know?” He pauses for a moment, like he was struggling with whether or not he wanted to continue. “And I kind of want my dad to be proud of me? You know my dad. I want him to think.. I’m one of the lads. One of the boys.. not a royal screw up son.” He snorted, good hand rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to play off his words as ridiculous. 

But Phil didn’t laugh. 

“Proud of you?” He repeated, slightly quieter as he slowly started to wind the bandage around Dan’s stiff wrist. 

Dan shrugged, looking away and seemingly focusing on a spot far across the room, like he was trying to be anywhere but here, talking to a friend who had been distanced by time and change. 

But Phil remembers, he remembers his curly brown hair bouncing around when he was excited, when he was jumping around playing cops and robbers, he remembers his loud and boisterous laugh and the way his cheeks dimpled and filled with colour. He remembers a time when he knew the boy in front of him more then he knew anyone in the world. When he thought Dan was his forever friend and that nothing would ever change that. 

Guess something changed. 

“You know I’m proud of you,” He continued, not looking up from bandaging. He could feel Dan’s eyes on him now, he could feel the incredulous and doubtful eyes bore into his skin, see into his soul. He didn’t seem to have expected an actual answer in response. “I’m proud of you when I see you play piano. When I see your eyes light up and when you lose yourself in the keys. When you recite dumb Shakespearen poetry and when you are on stage commanding the spotlight, when the only person who matters is you. That’s what I’m proud of. That’s what makes me think, THIS is Dan Howell. THIS is who he is meant to be. Not a shallow jock with a sharp tongue and attitude. I’m proud of the real you.”

He clipped the bandage pin on the end of the roll, now safely locked on Dan’s wrist, and he went to pull his hand away but was stopped by a hand placed over his. 

Dan’s eyes were how he remembered, not in way they were for the past two years, glazed over as he tried to cram his way into a puzzle he didn’t fit into, but filled with an unfathomable tenderness and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on 

They didn’t need to exchange words, the soft smile Dan gave him spoke a thousand words, making up for time that felt lost before now. 

He stood up, finally dropping Phil’s hand and grabbing his jacket off the bench. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” 

-

Their silence was welcoming as they walked down the hall towards the exit. The last few years had been full of quips and jabs, fast insults and banter that sometimes toed the line as not quite friendly. This silence, it was new, but it felt right. Dan couldn’t quite understand, but there was a shift that felt comfortable. 

Dan had known Phil a long time, longer then anyone in this god forsaken school. He was quiet and reserved and he enjoyed painting and drawing. He was creative, and he didn’t care what people thought of him. He was unapologetically himself, and that was something that he only wished he could be. 

For the longest time it was him and Phil. Dan and Phil against the world, playing Mario cart and watching shitty movies, always at each other’s houses like they belonged together. 

Then high school happened.

The desire to fit in hit Dan like a ton of bricks. While Phil was content to remain a Mario kart loving geek, Dan couldn’t stand being the butt of the joke. He couldn’t stand his dad being disappointed whenever he brought Phil home to do something nerdy. As the years went by it became a sort of crutch for him and Phil to make snide remarks at each other as they passed in the halls, glaring across the halls and that’s how it stayed. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loved to see Phil riled up. He loved to see his eyebrows furrow together and his eyes roll. His arms crossed and his posture unimpressed. If anything that was his favourite part, the way his voice flooded with heat and passion, as he stared at him with the intensity of a bonfire. He loved to tease him and play his surprisingly short temper like a fiddle.

But he wasn’t attracted to him. No way. Phil wasn’t a pretty girl. He did NOT find his eyes pretty and the way his hair sometimes fell into his eyes and his hands didn’t itch to run his hands through it. 

He was straight. He had to be. 

His heart dropped a little, and he couldn’t explain why, but he looked over at Phil, who was walking beside him. 

They were outside now, and it was raining, not too heavily but enough to get you fairly wet. Despite the fact Phil was wearing a sweater and long overalls, he could see him shiver, the fabric of the sweater probably allowed the biting wind to nip tight through it.

He shrugged off his jacket, and gently wrapped it around Phil’s shoulders, forcing them to stop momentarily. The street light cast a soft light over them, and his eyes met the other boys, and for a moment they stared at each other, Dan watching as raindrop followed the contours of Phil’s face, a drop following his cheekbone and the slope of his jaw. 

He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again as he started walking. “Okay okay, lets get you home, Lester.” 

“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Phil enquires inquisitively as he sped walked a bit to catch up with him. 

He shrugged. “Still running on adrenaline I guess.” It was a lie, he was slightly cold. But it felt right, and he continued to walk with him in silence. 

Phil was holding the jacket around himself as they approached his house, and they stopped just under the porch, the light flickering on to illuminate his face. 

Dan stuffed his good hand in his pocket, and he clicked his tongue as Phil went to shrug off the jacket to give back. “Nah, wash it first, don’t want your nerd germs on my clothes.” Despite the insult, he found himself smiling warmly, and Phil too just chuckled. 

“Alright, I’ll give it to you on Monday or something, Howell.” 

Dan saluted as he turned to walk away, and he could feel Phil staring through his back as he walked back into the rain. They were only a street apart, but he knew that was going to be one long walk.