#this was a rough start but im actually rlly happy how this turned out

[ariaricottoncandy]

VSZ Week 2024, Day 3: Golden Apple/Trust Carnival date! (Zam took the picture)

[fagboyfriend]

i rlly like ur composition, i wanna know about your process :D

thank uuu !! yeah so like. composing a scene for me generally begins with a vague idea that i want to get down as quickly as possible- and for me that usually starts with finding a setting. I knew that i wanted to draw a) a group of roomates gossiping in a crowded kitchen and i wanted there to be b) one figure in the extreme foreground and c) lots of plants. i do use some tools to figure out perspective, mainly the csp perspective ruler. Usually i start by finding a picture i like similar to the vibe im going for- but instead of referencing anything else- im purely interested in perspective. sorry to anyone who is shocked i dont generate all of my perspective purely by myself- i can draw in perspective fairly well but i struggle to make straight lines and this is easier to make grids with than the line tool lol ^_^ i try to use it kinda more like spellcheck on typos than like something to fully rely on. this is the video i learned this trick from:

i saw the left photo and realllly loved how the cabinets alligned with the wall- so i used my ruler tool to draw out my inital plotted points from the image- basically the linear movements i was most interested in and then i turned off the image layer and worked with those lines and the ruler tool to move on. eventually i had this:

which was enough for me to put my characters in for the inital round. if you notice- i made a looot of further adjustments as i go on. this sketch is not a final layout, its so my characters have somewhere to be! i cannot draw someone standing on a floor if theres no floor, nor leaning on a table that doesnt exist. i can’t draw my characters without a background, but i also cant finish my background without accounting for how my characters can comfortably exist in it!!

this was the like.. very basic start. i knew the positions of two characters- but i needed to change a lot not only to fit them better but to allow for the other two figures i had planned.

okay.. a little better. i widened the kitchen, closed the fridge door.. added a chair and fit in all the figures.. but this is waaay too dramatic. only two figures are actually interacting- and they are at wildly different energy levels!

this is where things started to make a little more sense characterwiss, so i was ready to refine backgrounds and figures and unite the two.

inital base sketch. much better layout.

okay- this is where im getting my footing but things seem.. really really off. You can see me working on my framing here- theres some good linear movement from left to right here- but not vertically. It’s hard to notice the figure in the far back, so i need to redirect the viewers eye to move upwards as well!

this is where i decided to zoom out, add an interesting vertical element to the left of the image and make it clearer whats happening in the foreground. i had to account for some stuff by adjusting the cropping, but i paid attention to that as well.

annnd- thats what a clean sketch looks for me! i have all the elements of my scene accounted for, and things are clean enough to read.

the next step for me would be transfer! essentially- I print the image of my sketch out, resizing and taping pages together so my sketch matches the size of the paper i want to paint on, and then i use a lightboard to transfer my sketch with pencil onto my paper. Then i refine the sketch a few times on paper before stretching my watercolor paper (essentially just prepping for painting) and inking with a brush and colored ink before going in with watercolor, gouache and ink, then usually finishing with marker, colored pencil, pastel and ink. it’s a lengthy process but a lot of fun lol. but sketches for me can be like.. 15 layers of different roughs until im happy with just the sketch. there were more images but im on mobile and theres a 10 image limit 😭😭 im a bit masochistic but i believe that if i dont have a good sketch i dont have a good painting!!

[rianafying]

had a rlly rough start to today. was up by 9:30 which is a decent time to wake up, considering my sleep schedule has been as over the place this week. i woke up to a text from someone i worked with recently pointing out a mistake i had made, and as awful as it initially made me feel, i gathered myself, apologised and explained the situation etc. i felt terrible, like i do when even the slightest thing goes wrong. i’m always anticipating failure anyway, and besides i knew about the mistake, it just that it’s mostly beyond my control. i have very limited resources. anyway, yeah they responded by saying this doesn’t affect us working together and that he’s more than interested in continuing to work with me, just that he thought it was important to discuss so we could have it in mind moving forward, which i really appreciate. but the part in me that loves to be anxious and think the worst of myself, is trying to take this opportunity to make me sink back into a spiral, but i know it’s not that deep, people make mistakes, and it has already been resolved. i don’t need to worry about it. worry is my worst enemy. even things that shouldn’t cause concern make me sweat from concern. i can’t take it easy i can’t sit back and relax, i live inside a personal hell. there is no rest from this madness. i need a fucking break. i’m exhausted. from the moment i wake up to crying myself to sleep and even in sleep i have nightmares everyday, i wake up exhausted from being anxious in my sleep all night. for the past few years i have been exhausted, i have been feeling like i’m going crazy. i am going crazy. oh god there’s so much stuff. i feel as if i will never see success in my career, i will never be independent, i will never recover from my past, i will never see peace and safety, i feel like i will spend my whole life worrying and grieving and suffering, even in my deathbed, i’ll be plagued with anxiety. and im so lonely, not in a i don’t have friends way, i do have amazing friends, but im lonely in the way that everyone is lonely sometimes. in the way that in this world we have ourselves. lonely in the way that nobody will know exactly what it’s like to live how i live, feel what i feel, or what i’m thinking. nobody will understand me the way i do, and i have to use my words to communicate it, to try to bridge the gap between language and reality, between the outside and my insides. and yet in a way, everything is the same, everyone who has ever lived has had feelings. i’m doing the best i can. everyone is. i guess. in their own twisted way. it’s too early to call anyone and i find that im very dishonest about my feelings via text as opposed to how vulnerable i am when im speaking over a call. i pretend to be happy and fine, for two reasons, 1) i try to fake it till i make it, 2) not to cause unnecessary trouble or concern.

i just got offered a gig on the 22nd, but it’ll be 42 degrees that day, i’ll actually die of a heatstroke because that studio doesn’t have air conditioning. i don’t know what to do. i know ill have a flare up but i hate not being able to go or having to turn down gigs.

okay wtf look at what the costar app just sent me:

that is so insane. co star is crazy for this fr. they always send me something so related to my day. jesus. almost makes you think astrology is real.

anyway yeah, so i have a lot to do but ill probably end up watching tv and buying unnecessary groceries today. which is honestly a perfectly normal thing to do when on holiday. i’ll try not to feel guilty about it.

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

god the patronizing hand wringing i've read worrying that if izzy is 'redeemed' in season 2 then all the haters will turn on the show and accuse it of changing its plans to pander to izzy's fandom favoritism. and like, no, probably not! if the writers decide to go in a direction where izzy starts to do better and heals, i currently trust the writer's room to figure out a way to do it that serves the narrative in a satisfying way. idk what could be the catalyst for that kind of growth and change, but i couldn't have predicted most of season 1 so i'll let the big brains on the show figure out if that's something that could work.

i'm more worried about The Discourse if he doesn't get that. certain izzy stans have so wildly reinterpreted the show to make him into who they want him to be, someone's bound to feel betrayed if he continues to be a villain. like i look at the way people complained about infinity train season 3's villain arc for simon, who was imo more sympathetic than izzy, but was given every opportunity to be better and instead doubled down every time until it killed him. so much blame was heaped on grace, who started out in the same place as him, but did put in the work to start doing better, for not trying harder to help him. (how shocking that the black girl who was having a rough enough go at having her own worldviews shattered and confronting and recognizing harm that she'd caused that couldn't be undone was criticized by fans for not also correctly managing the feelings of an angry white boy who decided that any change in opinion was a betrayal to him.)

all that is to say, are izzy stans going to be okay if their guy isn't given the redemption, or in some cases, the hero's vindication they think he deserves? or are they going to blame other characters for not trying hard enough to help him find a way to do better?

i mean, there probably WILL be some people complaining if izzy gets redeemed. i know i take a very firm izzy-critical stance and have gotten into a few arguments w izzy fans about it, but in a fandom this big there are people who are unhinged in all sorts of ways. i dont doubt that SOMEONE out there will get real pissed at the writers if izzy gets a redemption

i am torn tho whether i want an izzy redemption or not. for story purposes ive talked before abt why i think a bad ending for izzy would be interesting to see from a STORY perspective (and also a personal taste perspective), but like you said, if any writers' room could do an izzy redemption arc justice, it's this one. if i think there's something to criticize in ofmd i will criticize it (i have an entire tag for it), but im not gonna like. harass the writers just bc they didnt kill off my least favorite character. nobody with any braincells would do that.

the thing is tho. while i have no problem with an izzy redemption arc as long as it's well-written, i AM kind of terrified of izzy apologists to having MORE reason to interpret izzy as a poor innocent victim. not that i think the writers would actually portray him like that, but if we're given any actual in-text reasons to sympathize with izzy (instead of subtext and headcanon) you KNOW there's gonna be a huge chunk of izzy fans who will be INSUFFERABLE about it

but then youre right, if izzy doesn't get redeemed there's gonna be SO MUCH SHIT. the people who interpret ed as izzy's abuser (🤢) are already gonna have a hard time when ed ends up in a happy relationship with stede (honestly, what fucking show do they think they're watching?), i dont want to even think abt the discourse that'll happen if izzy isn't redeemed. i was only ever in the periphery of the infinity train fandom, but from what ive heard, the discourse was truly horrific

(also tho it's so funny that u mention infinity train bc i brought up simon in the tags of BOTH of those posts i linked above and then i got an anon rlly coming to simon's defense. i didnt rlly get that deep into the discussion w them bc i dont remember a lot of the specific details of infinity train and please nobody send me anons telling me more things abt what happens in infinity train i dont want to talk abt infinity train but i do agree w ur opinion lmao. simon infinitytrain is a crusty-ass white boy who do i feel very bad for but his story was very well-written. grace infinitytrain my beloved <3<3<3)

[vickyskpopkingdom]

Baekhyun :: working blues

request: Hii! Im rlly into baekhyun's new album rn and i was hoping u could write a fluff where ur just having a rough day and he sings u to sleep pls!! Rlly like ur fluff writes btw 💕💕

thank you so much for your kind words! i haven't written about exo in a long, long time but i hope that you still like what i came up with!

warnings: overworking, stress

1.8k words, gn reader

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Sometimes you felt like the world was collapsing on you. The weight on your shoulders got too heavy at times and you were just tired. So tired, so tired. Today was one of those days.

The work you had to do didn't seem to end. At this point you couldn't even count how many e-mails you had answered, how many texts you have read, how many calls you made and how many words you have written. Your eyes were so tired they started to water at the sight of the bright screen of your laptop in front of you. When had it become so dark around you? Hasn't it been noon just a few minutes ago?

A quick glance through your bedroom window and towards the clock on your wall told you something different. It was already eight p.m., the streetlamp outside your window was the only source of light right now other than your laptop. With a sigh you leaned back into your chair and tried stretching your arms as well as your neck and legs. Every joint in your body seemed to make a protesting cracking noise and as you tried to massage your neck, your muscles burned with protest.

You sighed again. Maybe you really should invest in one of those fancy office chairs that claimed to be a blessing for your whole body. At the thought of the price however you shook that thought out of your head.

Standing up you got through another round of stretching your whole body and decided to check out the kitchen for food. It only hit you as the dim light of the fridge illuminated your face that you were supposed to go grocery shopping today. Empty shelves greeted you back and your stomach grumbled angrily.

You tried hard not to scream out of frustation. Nothing wanted to work your way these days and you were honestly so tired of it. For some time you were able to tell yourself that everything would work out and that you would find your working blues again but that was yet to happen. Quietly you closed the fridge door again, sliding down against it to the floor.

The project you had been assigned at the start of last week was way more complicated than you had anticipated, the sources you were thinking of using turned out to be a scam. Adding to that the promotion you had been so sure of getting had been given to someone else and while you could understand that they deserved it, you were sure that you would have deserved it as well. Not only was your fridge emtpty but you had been neglecting your healthy eating habits for quite some time now, which only frustated you more.

And today all of these things seemed to add up all at once, crushing you under their weight.

When was the last time you really had a good nights sleep? You had worked late and gotten up early, eating only bits and pieces of instant food, sitting at your desk all day and falling into bed only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. Right now you were fighting to keep the tears at bay but the merry-go-round in your head kept spinning, piling up more and more worries.

When was the last time you had seen your friends? When was the last time you even properly talked to them? You were always telling them that you were busy with work when they asked to hang out. They never pressured you to still come with them but you knew that they would love to see you again even for a few hours. Yet you still could not get yourself to take their invitations, the thought of your unfinished project sitting in the back of your head constantly.

When was the last time your boyfriend--?

Just as the tears started flowing down your face the doorbell rang. Its sound surprised you so much that you jumped up, your heart beating fast. The clock in your kitchen read nine p.m. One hour went by while you were staring holes in the walls and drowned in your thoughts.

You couldn't really think of a reason why someone would visit you this late, on a weekday nonetheless. But not answering the door wasn't an option either, you would just start to worry about 'what-ifs'. So you decided to take a peak through the peephole in your door.

Your heart picked up its pace at you saw a familiar face illuminated by the light of a smartphone-screen, lookin worried and confused. Fumbling with your keys you opened the door and the person looked up from their phone.

"Hey Bambi, are you okay?"

Baekhyuns voice filled your ears as soon as he looked into your face. He eyed you up and down, making sure you were alright. "I texted and tried to call you for at least two hours now. There was no reaction from you whatsoever."

As you allowed him to step into your home, you sighed. "Sorry, I threw my phone across the room at one point and didn't pick it up again."

Your boyfriend chuckled as he got rid of his shoes and coat, placing both neatly onto their usual spots in the entrance of your flat. Just the sight of him, doing everyday things, smiling, talking was an instant boost for your mood. Now that he was here you fully realized just how much you had missed his presence.

"Why would you throw your phone?", Baekhyun questioned.

You made a dismissive move with your hand, not wanting to talk about the infuriating call you had to make a few hours ago. "I was frustrated", you only said.

Together you and Baekhyun made your way towards your bedroom. Just as you stepped into the room and turned on the lights you remembered the state you left your working place in. But it was too late to make him turn around now. Quickly you tried to tidy up the place a little bit, hiding the traces of your overworking as Baekhyun cleared his throat to gain your attention.

"Are you drowning yourself in work again?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. This wasn't the first time he had seen you piling up work on your shoulders and ending up being unable to do anything else. Back then you had promised him to take better care of yourself or at least take real breaks once in a while to catch a breath.

"Maybe...."

Now it was Baekhyuns turn to sigh. "Did you eat today? And before you answer i mean 'eat a proper meal'."

Picking up your phone from the floor you sat yourself down on the bed. "No, not really. It's just this project..."

Baekhyun shook his head at you, but you still noticed the small smile on his face. "You are such a hard-working person. But you need to allow yourself some time to breathe, you know?"

His voice was calm, sounding like music to your ears. Even after all this time you had been in a relationship with him you were still surprised by how easily he could make you relax.

"Yes, I know."

"And since I am such a caring and awesome boyfriend", he said, rustling with a plastic bag you only now noticed in his hands, "I brought you some food."

As you looked into his smiling face you couldn't help but ask yourself how you got so lucky.

The meal was good, it was your favorite and having Baekhyun by your side made you feel even more grounded. It almost felt like you gained new energy after a week of complete exhaustion and constant worrying. While you were eating the both of you talked about everything and nothing, catching up, telling stories and sharing your newest netflix suggestions.

The evening proceeded and your eyes landed on the clock again. It was late, if you were still caught up in your workaholic-lifestyle you would have already been asleep right now. However surprisingly you currently were not even close to worrying about getting up the next morning. What bothered you most right now was that this evening would end and eventually you would have to go to sleep an wake up in the morning, getting back to your work.

Baekhyun seemed to notice the frown on your face sooner than you could hide it again. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged. "This is nice, simply being together with you. But you probably have to leave soon and then tomorrow I have to work on this stupid project again."

"I can stay the night, if you want me to of course."

"I didn't want to pressure you into--"

"You didn't", he interrupted you, before you could end the sentence and feel like you made him stay against his will, "I actually wanted to ask if I could stay anyways. Tomorrow is one of my free days. I could even keep you company while you work."

Your chest felt warm at his words. "I would love that."

Soon you two found yourselves back in your bed, bodies entangled with each other, quiet breaths sounding through the room. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but as soon as you closed your eyes all you could think of was the next morning, the project, the unanswered emails, the calls.

"Still can't calm down, Bambi?", Baekhyun whispered in your ear, while slowly stroking your hair.

With closed eyes you shook your head. "I can't take my mind off of work."

The next thing you heard was quiet humming coming from Baekhyun. You could feel the vibration of his vocal chords against your own body. His voice really was a blessing for everyones ears, he could carry emotions through singing that you weren't even able to put into words. His songs made you happy, they made you cry occasionally, they made you feel calm or made you miss something you didn't even knew existed. It was a gift.

His humming transformed into words, calmly sang into the otherwise dark and quiet room.

It's a night filled with a single stream of light

You're my timely rain, Bambi

I don't want to waste even a second of this night just

being the two of us

As you listened to his singing, you could finally feel your muscles relaxing, your brain calming down and your whole body drifting towards sleep. There were no worrysome thoughts turning your mind upside down anymore, there was only Baekhyun and his voice filling your head with images of your favorite places, your favorite memories and him. The warmth of his body under the blankets made you feel safe, at home. This was were you belonged.

And while Baekhyun continued with the song you fell into a deep sleep, one that you deserved after all the work you had done. You already knew that you found your blues again. Everything would work out again, just like you had always thought yourself. And all you had needed was just a small push in the right direction from the right person.

I don't want to wake up from this dream, keep this tempo

I hope the sun doesn't rise while I keep my eyes closed

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I really hope you enjoyed this one! It was nice to write something again but I do feel like i am a little bit out of training i guess haha

and also if you feel like the reader in this scenario, please remember that there will be better days & that life is more than working day to day! take a break, make some tea, get some fresh air and get back to your work with a fresh mind; you can do it!!

[melancholyblues0]

𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 : 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒

brian may x reader series

warnings : swearing, that’s it rlly tbhh

a/n : so i was planning on posting last week but i got completely caught up in my new job lol so im only just posting now !! so sorry about the wait. ive already started the next chapter, and i was planning on spice but we’re going for a plot twist instead 🤨 the smut is definitely coming i promisee, im tryna build up the courage bc smut isnt my strong suit but im practising (that sounded a bit odd but you get what i meann). so. voilá :)

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y/n groaned, rubbing her head as she sat up in bed. her pager lit up beside her, grabbing her attention. she scrambled over to read the notification she'd been sent - from brian. she immedietly smiled as she swiped the hair from her eyes, as she reached for her phone to ring him.

"y/n ! hi - i need to ask you a favour. anita is going away for the weekend with the women, and i'm supposed to be at the studio with the guys. it would be absolutely amazing if you would be able to babysit the girls tonight for me ? jimmy is completely unreliable and i can't leave them by themselves."

you'd completely forgotten about the 'women's trip". you'd managed to uninvite yourself, claiming you had homework due in. this would be the perfect opportunity to spend some more time with brian. granted, he would be out tonight, but you had all of saturday, and if you were lucky, at least until sunday evening with him. you quickly checked the time - it was almost eleven am, meaning the ladies had most definitely already left for the holiday home down south.

"hey, of course i'm free tonight. you're lucky i'd spun a lie to get out of that godforesaken trip." you laughed, hearing him chuckle also down the line. "i must be a very lucky man. the girls are already at school, and i'm at the studio just now. i've left a key in the flower basket near the door, just let yourself in at any time. i should have enough time to pick them up later, but i won't be able to stop for long. they really want this bloody album finished soon." he sighed. y/n chuckled, before letting him know she'd head over soon. "will you be back tonight ?" you asked, hoping he would. "yes, definitely late. you're more than welcome to crash at mine. i know you're only over the road, but i worry about the girls." he replied scratching his forehead as he leant against the doorway. you smiled; it was nice to see that he genuinely cared for his daughters' safety, unlike your father. "of course. just let me know when you're way and such." you replied, beginning to get out of bed. you both said your goodbyes, and hung up.

- - -

after slipping on a pair of shorts and a jumper far too large for you, you packed a small overnight bag and wrote a note for xavier, telling him where everything was. knowing your father, he wasn't exactly reliable, and whether he would actually come home was a mystery. you and xavier had bets on who he was cheating on your mother with - his secretary, or florence. you personally were betting on florence. you'd seen the looks they gave each other at gatherings, and how the so often ended up being absent at the same time. you didn't really care, but you also didn't blame him if he was. your mother was an absolute nightmare, and an absolute bitch to everyone (to put it lightly). you walked over to brian's place, and opened the door after finding the key amongst the dirt, and stepped inside. it was almost exactly the same as yours, but seemed bigger almost. it could've been the open planned ground floor, though. you set your bag next to the sofa, and sat down, and making yourself comfortable. you glanced over at the array of women's magazines sprawled on the coffee table - obviously anita's doing. there was something about her entitlement that annoyed you. the little side glances and once overs she'd give you when you went within a five mile radius of her husband. that day at the country club seemed like almost a trick, a game. after he'd defended you from mark. he wouldn't have done the same for her; not for the past five years anyway. they'd drifted long before you'd been in the picture, if you were even in the picture in the first place. to most, you were just the innocent but rebellious neighbour, simply doing a favour for brian. but to anita, you were a home wrecking, conniving little bitch who needed putting in her place. you were just a naive little girl to her, trying to take something that wasn't yours, not even to look at. you'd gotten bored quite quickly thinking about anita, and what she so clearly thought of you. you got up to look around the house; the kitchen, the girls' rooms, the toilets, and brian's room. you smiled as you saw a small section of the wall covered in polaroids. you looked closer, and realised it was every city he'd visited while on tour, all the way back to their first ever tour. you smiled - he looked so happy, and so young. he wouldn't have been much older than you in some of the pictures from the early 70's.

you left the room quickly, not wanting to seem weird if he turned up with the girls and found you looking around his bedroom. it was almost four, and realised that the girls would be back any minute. you heard the door open, and louise and emily walked in, brian not far behind them. "dad, i don't need a baysitter. i'm fifteen-"

"only just, lou. it's just one night. just think of it as extra company."he laughed, before catching your eye. "nice to see you, y/n," he smiled, before walking over to the kitchen. "and yourself. how's recording going ?" you asked, although by the look of brian's face, it wasn't going well. "don't ask. freddie and roger both have a stick up their arses today, and keep biting each other's heads off. we're no where nearer to finishing the album than we were two weeks ago," he groaned, setting the glass of water on the table before sitting next to you. "sounds rough. i'm here all night, so take as long as you want. you're more than welcome to go for a cheeky pint before you come home, if you want."you smiled, nudging his shoulder. he shook his head, laughing good heartedly. he explained the girls' usual routines, and also added that louise would be fine, she's just being a 'teenager' as he'd put it. you'd gotten on well with lou at the party last week - you were sure she'd be fine. "i'll try and get home when i can, but i'll give you a ring when i'm on my way." he smiled, kissing your temple. you blushed furiously, smiling to hide your panic. he headed out, leaving you with the girls. you thought of calling your mother - you never did, but she usually had some good gossip on these trips. you had a good half hour before the girls would be back downstairs, so you dialled her number and waited for her to answer.

[pinkykitten]

never give UP

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x female! reader

Warning: car accident, hospital, drinking and driving (do not do pls), speeding (also do not do), mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, alcohol

Specifics: angst, romance, race neutral reader, one-shot

People: billy hargrove, max mayfield, neil hargrove, your dad, your mom, your doctor 

Words: 1,747

Request: By @intheendyouwillalwayskneel Hi, could I please get a Billy x romantic reader where Billy is speeding and they get into a wreck and she is permanently injured. Maybe she lurches forward and hits her head on the the breaking windshield. Then develops a brain hemorrhage and falls into a coma. Billy is horrified and heartbroken because it's all his fault.

Authors Note: wow this one i think i went a little overboard with the drama and story srry im a bit of a drama queen so ta-ta. this has a lot of things in it so if u cant read it or dont want to read it no shame and no hate, u do u. i do hope for those to read it to like it cuz i wanted to think outside the box. srry this took me quite a while to make another story ive just been rlly busy lately atm. 

Crazy little thing called love played loudly on the speakers in Billy’s car. The windows were opened as the wind howled against your ears. The car’s engine roared as it sped down the darkly lit street. It was late at night and some folks would say that it was too dangerous for a drive but you and Billy were daredevils. You were opened to a rebellious chapter in your life after you met Billy. He was willing to take risks, he was the bad boy you would read every night in your romance books. 

Your hand danced in the air outside of the window, creating a wave against the waving trees. You sang to the music as Billy laughed. He laughed like a mad man, feeling the adrenaline rush through his body. You and him howled like a bunch of crazy teenagers you were. You were young and you wanted to live your life. 

“So how is this y/n? Is this wild enough for ya?” Billy shouted over the blaring music. 

You took a swig of some alcohol located under the seat. It burned your throat as the liquid made its way down. You gave a look of disgust. Billy chuckled and took a drink himself, “too strong for you?”

You shook your head as you felt light. Alcohol still new to you so that small sip made you feel tipsy. You scooted closer to Billy and wrapped your hands around his face, bringing him closer to you. You kissed his lips and his cheek. Your lips made their way to his earlobe, biting lightly on the skin and then whispering into his ear, “Crazy turns me on.”

Billy raised his brow as he smirked, “is that so!” As quick as light his foot stepped on the gas pedal making the car seem to fly through the air. The miles were going higher and higher. At first you were having fun, enjoying the excitement but now it was getting too dangerous. Your smile disappeared and instead a frown was found on your face. You were actually scared.

“Billy okay thats enough. Slow down.”

He would not. Instead he sped more. 

“Billy, I said stop it!” You were shaking. The car was going so fast that any minute it felt as if it would turn over and tumble around. Billy cackled loudly. His old, selfish attitude resurfacing. Out from the turn came a truck. Billy was speeding to such a degree that the car was zig-zagging. The car and the truck were about to make contact. Billy was like a deer in headlights. His laughing stopped and now all he did was freeze. He didn’t know what to do. He quickly lifted his hand to go across your body while your hands laid against the steering wheel. The wheel turned and the car spun out of control. It missed the truck but rolled down a grassy hill. The spin was so rough that you lunged forward, hitting your head against the windshield. 

Billy quickly made sure you were alright but was met with a distraught view. Your head laid back against the seat. Your forehead was bloody and blood dripped out of your nose. You laid unconscious. Billy was so scared for you. He shook you, wanting you to wake up, “Y/n! Y/n! Please y/n please wake up. Please, I’m sorry.” Tears started to pour out of his eyes. He wanted you to be safe, to be happy. 

He felt so guilty. Seeing you in the hospital bed, machines and things poking into you. It was all his fault. He would visit you everyday, no matter what. You weren’t respondent though, you were in a coma. Every day he hoped and prayed that you would wake up from it. It didn’t matter if you didn’t want to see him anymore or hated him he just needed you awake and alive. Your parents were furious. He would dodge seeing them every time. They wanted to kill him and probably stop him from seeing you but he couldn’t let that happen. 

He needed to see you. 

Billy entered into your room, flowers in hand. He set the flowers in a vase and put them beside you on the table. The doctor told him that even though you couldn’t move or be aware of anything you still could hear. Billy would always speak to you. He would tell you about his day, about your gifts, about your family. Even though he was going through a rough time at his home, you mattered more to him. 

“Hey babe, its me Billy. I got you your favorite flowers today,” he softly massaged your hands. Hating seeing them motionless. Billy had cried so much during this time with you. He hated himself more now if that was even possible. He felt he was a failure to everyone, to you, to Max, to his mother. He felt he was just a waste. Tears started to drip from his eyes onto his cheek, “you know Max made a card for you.” He chuckles seeing the odd stickers on it and the drawings. He placed it next to your flowers. “She hopes you feel better and she misses you. I miss you too. Your parents miss you.” Silence. He despised the silence. He just wished you would jump out from that bed and live. “Baby, you gotta wake up. It doesn’t have to be for me, its has to be for your parents and for yourself. I’m so sorry for putting you through this. Its all my fault. I should be the one there not you, me!’

A knock filled in the silence. Quickly, Billy wiped his tears and saw that it was the doctor who came in. “Is everything alright here?”

Billy nodded. “Is everything okay doctor?”

“Well...y/n is going to have some complications if she wakes up from this coma. She developed a brain hemorrhage and we’re looking at maybe some sort of paralysis. We’re suspecting half of her body but it may be more, we’re not 100 percent sure.”

Billy was shocked and he couldn’t stop himself from crying.

“You monster!” Your father came in along with your mother. Your father ran up to Billy and clutched onto his denim jacket, tears also coming down his face. “How could you do this to my daughter?” The doctor was trying to stop the fight but your father was so irate. Your mother was sobbing in the background and Billy wished in that moment he was dead. Your father shook Billy and screamed at him. “You did this to her. Take a good look at her!” Billy turned to the side and saw you. You laid there calm. Tubes connected to you. “I never want to see you again. Not here, not now, not ever. If she wakes up from this she is banned from seeing or even talking about you. You will stop seeing her here and I swear to God if you think about walking in here again I will make sure you go through the same sufferings as my daughter!” Your dad shoved Billy out of the room and Billy ran out of the hospital. Sobbing silently, alone, quietly outside. Wishing the nightmares would just end. 

Billy had tried to see you in the hospital but your father was always there and the doctors knew he wasn’t allowed there anymore. Billy made a turn for the worst. He just couldn’t live without you. He started to go to alcohol for comfort, missing school and his temper rising even more, taking it out on Max. He was a mess. It was either feeling guilty over what happened with you or getting abused. There was no happiness for Billy. 

Billy had woken up with a hangover. Throwing up in the toilet. He was done with this life. Then the doorbell rang. Billy thought it was another one of Max’s loser friends so he called out to her. There was no answer. “Max! I said get the God da*n door!” There was still no answer. Billy walked over the door, cursing to himself as the room started to spin. As he opened the door he was greeted with your face. You stood there, smiling, a cane in your hand as you leaned on if for support. Billy opened his mouth wide in shock, thinking he was dreaming as he sometimes had dreams or feelings that he saw his mother sometimes. 

“Is that really you y/n?”

You nodded and jumped onto him for a hug. You gently caressed his curls. “Its me Billy. Its really me.”

“Wait,” he backed away from you. “No this isn’t right. You hate me! You’re supposed to hate me! I hurt you. I did this all to you. I’m, I’m a monster!” He started to cry as his lips trembled. 

You shook your head, “no, no Billy. Its okay,” you cradled him in your arms. “I’m fine now. I feel better.” You looked into his eyes. “Look at me, you are not a monster. I don’t hate you Billy, I could never. I forgive you for what happened but there was nothing to forgive in the first place. I love you Billy. With every fiber in my body I love you. I could never be apart from you. I know about all the things you did in the hospital. All the things you said, the gifts, Billy that wasn’t hate that was love. You did all that because you love me. What we both did was wrong that day. We should of never drank and speed, but its in the past know, we learn from our mistakes. I’m not like your parents or anybody else in your life that leaves you. I’m staying put right beside you forever. You can never get rid of me.”

Billy felt speechless in that moment. How did he get so lucky to be with you? What did he do to deserve such an angel as yourself? Billy embraced you again, “I love you so much y/n. I love you so much.” He kept repeating. You placed your hands on his jaw and kissed his lips lovingly. Billy was so grateful to have you in his life. Even though his life with his dad was not easy he had you to lean on. He had you to make him smile and laugh. He had you to keep him going and to remind him to never give up. 

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[loveseungs]

stray kids reacting to you kissing their jaw

goodness i died at these but this one’s for you, @ anon who requested this

➻ chan - “are we still on for tonight?” - chan saw his phone light up in the corner of his eyes and his heart clenched. it was 6pm and he was nowhere close to finished with the newest song. - after finishing a phrase, he pulled his phone and called you - ring... ring... - “chan?” - “hey, love...i’m calling to tell you that i don’t know when this song’ll be finished. i’m so upset. can i book you first thing in the morning? are you busy?” - a hint of disappointment was evident in your voice. “are you sure you’re not busy in the morning?” - he jumped a little in his seat. “this is so unfair to you, i am so going to make this up to you. 8am good?” - “good night, channie.” - beep - chan frustratedly ran his hands through his fingers, typing away. if only he could do everything at the same time, he would. - his thoughts raced from you to chords to disappointing you to a sick new melody as he worked on the riff of the newest stray kids song - but the thought of being unable to push through with the plans he promised made him feel so terrible - reaching out for his phone once more, chan thought of telling you he was dropping by tonight with food and your favorite movies - you didn’t let him. within seconds, you burst into the studio - “what are you—“ - “here. if you’re going to skip out on date night, you better make the skip worth it,” you huffed, placing a cup of coffee and a box of takeout on his table. - shocked? he was FLABBERGASTED - “but i—“ - you shut him up with a kiss on his jaw, roughly touching your lips right there for a second. “would you just finish up now? you need to sleep soon, so you don’t look like a zombie when you meet me in the morning.” - chan fought the urge to explode in ecstasy. - “you light up my life.”

➻ woojin - you had a rough day - by rough day i mean rough week - you were just so angry at everything and irritated and - ugh. you were so tired - so exhausted. if you could sleep and wake up in a different place in life, you’d gladly take the offer - but that wasn’t (unfortunately) how life worked and the next best thing to do was to call kim woojin - you call, he delivers - within a flash he’s at your doorstep, a plastic filled with food in one hand and a big teddy bear on the other - Thank Everything For Kim Woojin - he quickly wrapped you up in blankets and cooked your fav instant noodles - “okay, so i brought my teddy bear but listen. you’re borrowing, okay? no one knows i have this. you can’t let anyone know, and you gotta be really careful,” he instructs, handing you the big plushie - What did you do to deserve this soft man - He made his way behind you and slinked his arms around your waist as you hugged his prized possession - Enveloped in a comfortable silence, you decided to look at Woojin just for a bit - WRONG CHOICE - he looked down at you with such gentle eyes and you just. you kissed him. right there on his left jaw, allowing your lips to linger for a second longer than necessary - his grin??? almost as big as the teddy bear - actually you couldn’t tell the difference between the man cuddling you and the bear you were cuddling - “you should do that more,” woojin comments nonchalantly, even if you feel the erratic drumming of his heart beating a million miles per minute against your back. - with a twinkle in your eyes, you answered, “i should.”

➻ minho - minho’d be doing something silently, like playing on his phone or eating a snack - then you decide to peck him right there on his jaw - he becomes so smug about it - he gives you that MinhoTM smirk and leans in close - “you wanna kiss me elsewhere, too??” - THE TABLES HAVE TABLED U JUST WANTED TO SMOOCH UR BOY BUT HE HAD TO BE SO HECKN EXTRA - lee minho wants to play THAT game?! FINE - you held his chin and tilted it towards you - holy heck where’d that confidence come from - “the question is, minho, do you want me to kiss you elsewhere?” - all smugness has been lifted. lee know does not know what comes next - he is melting.

➻ changbin - u asked changbin to sing for you because u rlly, rlly like his singing voice - so, despite his embarrassment, he sang a lil’ something - his voice was like honey n u could not help but be entranced - so u kissed him gently on his jaw - his jAW, WHICH BY THE WAY IS SO SHARP IT COULD CUT YOU IM SURPRISED UR LIPS AINT BLEEDING READER - he yelpED A LITTLE READER UR TOO SHOCKING - “AISH!!” he shouts, looking at you with pink ears “DONT DO THAT!!” - he attempted to hide under the protection of his cap, but u caught him stealing glances at you - you giggle a little because you were so soft for this soft boy

➻ hyunjin - hyunjin’s such a hardworking boy and he was doing the thing where he practiced rapping with a pen in his mouth - you were working quietly beside him as he continuously practiced - then he decided to practice his vocal part, too - HOLY MCHECK u were not ready when his sweet voice danced to the melody of skz’s new song - his voice has significantly improved and it sounded so smooth - he looked like an absolute angel, and you really could not tear your eyes away from him - so u kissed him on the jaw, a subtle yet cute place to kiss him - A GOOFY SMILE MADE IT ON HIS FACE and as soon as he finished his part, he stopped the music and turned to you. hyunjin peppered your face with soft kisses with his soft lips

➻ jisung - yknow whats fun - goofing around with ya boi j.one - so when han jisung asks u to go on a park date u agree - when you saw him waiting on a bench, you waved and approached him with a smile - HE LOOKED SO GOOD - he was wearing a trench coat and a rlly nice shirt bc korea’s cold like that - so anyway u two started on your slow walk around - you guys talked about so many things! updating each other, talking about the rest of skz, music production for him, your work and home life, etc etc - then u saw a pile of leaves and holy mcheck u! were gonna Do ItTM - u let go of jisung’s hand and jumped really high - rustle rustle~ - THE CRINKLING OF THE LEAVES MADE U SO HAPPY - you called jisung over to join you and he did. in a few seconds u guys were kids again, jumping in piles of leaves - his smile was like sunshine - that’s when u pulled him close and pecked him real quick. on his jaw, too! - HE YELPED A LITTLE AND FOR ONCE, THIS LOUD AND SILLY BOY WAS SILENCED - you giggled and watched him try to process what had just happened but really he was frozen

➻ felix - y’all were chillin in at your place in the evening - it was a slow and laid-back night - but even so, you and felix very much enjoyed each other’s company - “i’m kinda hungry,” felix said, looking up from his phone and into your eyes - you reciprocated his gaze and asked, “well, what do you wanna eat?” - “is it weird? i want cheese, crackers, and wine” - you laughed. “we’re not even allowed to drink that, are we?” - felix pouted. “yeah but like, maybe a small sip? i just really think it goes well with the whole cheese and crackers thing.” - you gave into that terrible pout, and i say terrible because u practically died @ it. - when u returned w/ felix’s strange request, there was some calm music playing on the speaker - after taking a bit of his cracker and sipping a swig of wine, he looked at you again. this time, he stood up - “dance with me?” - wow that was cheesy felix lee but u cannot resist him - he led you as you danced around the small living room space, pace steady - his stare was so gentle. you dared to study his face, and you could not help but land a kiss right there on his jaw - felix broke into a very big grin and gave you a little twirl - then, he dipped you and kissed the top of your nose - it was so incredibly cheesy, but you secretly adored it.

➻ seungmin - school was finally over and u were so glad - it had been a long day, but it was coming to an end - you waited for seungmin outside his classroom and when he came out, you waved - you two had a daily routine of walking to the train station together, so you often waited up for each other - not like u had a crush on him too but - you two were casually conversing until u reached the school building’s exit - the sky was darkening and u knew what was up - y’all rushed outside before u got caught in the rain - but then it started drizzling - you didn’t make it past the school gate when it started pouring. luckily, you two were able to run under a shed - “seungmin, please tell me you have an umbrella” - “looks like we’re waiting here” - “seungmin!” you shouted. “i can’t! i have a family event after this.” - “are you kidding?” his eyes widened. - “no!!” you shook your head. - he took off his blazer and draped it over your head. then, he grabbed your wrist and started bolting in the direction of the train station - screw it. you ran as quick as your legs could take you, and you let out an ungodly scream while at it - when you reached the station, breath hitching and your clothes drenched, you both let out a laugh and headed to the platform - while waiting for the train, seungmin felt a tap on his shoulder coming from you and he turned around, only to be kissed softly on his jaw - he felt his cheeks warm up as you shoved the blazer he’d let you borrow back into his hands - “see you tomorrow, seungmin.”

➻ jeongin - jeongin invited u over to jam with him at his house, so u agreed caus music’s The Best !! - hanging w jeongin’s the best - anyway, when u arrived, he greeted u with an ecstatic face and ushered u inside, where it was warmer !! - you two sat in the living room, making urselves comfy - so like, before anything, you two decided to talk about each other - jeongin convinced u to do those friendship tag things u see on the internet where u ask questions and try to answer for the other - after much laughter and playing around, jeongin grabbed a guitar and started to strum a couple of notes - n suddenly your voice found into his, waltzing to the serenade of the guitar - READER BOTH OF UR VOCALS + THE GUITAR = a pOWER DUET - n u were so heckn proud u decided to record it - so, as he shuffled beside you to get close to your phone which had the mic, you noticed that goodness he was really good looking - and you couldn’t really hold back i mean who wouldn’t kiss yang jeongin - so, with utter care and gentleness, you planted a kiss on his jaw, grinning as his ears turned a concerning shade of pink - HE WAS FLUSTERED but he also did not want to be CuteTM at that moment so with all his strength mustered up in him, he looked at you and said: - “Wow, was I really that irresistible?” - YANG JEONGIN STOP WITH UR DUALITY U LOSER - after being unable to come up with a coherent response, he kissed you back on your jaw - “...damn jeongin... my voice is going to shake during the recording... you monster.”

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thank u for reading i hope u all have a swell day !!

[superheroshippinq-archive]

💗 and ur batwife!!!!!

THANKS FOR THE ASK ASTRA !!! i love my batwife sm !! 😭 ❤️

sorry for the length --

Who fell for the other first?

-oh, i DEFINITELY fell for kate first. like, hard. and i think it was pretty obvious by how i acted around her. it took her a long time to warm up to me, too -- our personalities are pretty different. but eventually, she fell for me too !! 

Who said "I love you" first?

-this was also me !! I was first to confess ,, and the first time, she didn’t really reciprocate the feeling. or more specifically, she needed a bit of time to think it over when i did. it was kind of a rough time for both of us, but she eventually gave me a chance. now we couldn’t be happier !! ❤️

Who is more affectionate in public/private?

-i think we’re both equally affectionate in public ... i’m usually the one to hold her hand but sometimes she’ll take mine! and if we’re sitting next to each other at a movie or restaurant or something she’ll usually put her arm around me. she’s not really afraid to kiss me in public either, but i get flustered easily if she does. kate isnt super affectionate in general while im always trying to be held in some way, so we sort of balance each other out in private, but she’s a lot more affectionate when we’re alone then when we’re out. 

Who initiates cuddle sessions?

-me again! ( im rlly clingy tbh ) -- its dangerous for kate to just be relaxing on the couch or in bed just minding her business because i WILL find a way to occupy her arms. i am a huge cuddle bug, and she’s pretty much used to it now, she really doesn’t mind. and on occasion she’ll be the one to initiate it! plus, don’t tell her i said this but shes ?? like ?? AMAZING at cuddling its like some sort of hidden skill !!

-the only time she doesn’t really appreciate it is when we’re in the batcave and i wanna be clingy because usually luke is there and she’ll get a tad annoyed i decided to be soft in his presence.

How do we cheer each other up?

-i’m easy to read when im upset, even if i try to play it off, and kate is really perceptive, so she pretty much ALWAYS knows when something is wrong with me. she’ll come sit next to me and all she really does is have to say ‘ alright, tell me whats up. ‘ and i’ll spill everything. i’m so used to gushing now that i just do it as soon as we’re alone and she always listens and i appreciate her SO much for that, because i always feel like i cant talk to people about my own problems. it’s kind of like when you have an awful day and as soon as you see your mom you start crying, lmaooo.

-Kate on the other hand gets very tense and cold when she’s upset. she cries more rarely than i do and will try to isolate herself so that she doesn’t really get to that point. she’s more the type that will get snappy instead of emotional, so i try to give her space if she really needs it and respect that. but most of the time, i’ll try to get her to unwind somehow, whether that be offering to do something together, or getting her a coffee if she wants. sometimes she wants to be held, too, and i love getting to hold her so i do !! and once she relaxes, she’ll usually talk about how she feels if she wants to. and if she doesn’t, thats okay too. i’m supportive either way.

Who is more likely to plan a surprise date for the other?

-surprisingly kate ?? she’ll always just show up and be like ‘ lets go. ‘ and i’ll be all ‘ ????? ‘ with no choice but to go with her. sometimes she’ll take me places she visited a lot in her childhood so she can remake good memories with those places. and sometimes its just stuff i’ve never really thought of doing but end up being really fun ?? i’m not a huge risk taker so she’ll have to surprise me into doing things because im such a reluctant person haha !! and sometimes she doesn’t even take me anywhere, and we just ride around town together on her motorcycle. regardless, i always have fun with her!!

Who suggests the more creative date ideas?

-kate! i’m the worst when it comes to date ideas ,, i’m so basic. but somehow kate picks something different every time and it’s wild. im really happy she cares enough to try extra hard to make every date special !! ;;;

Who steals the other's clothes?

-i always take her clothes. always. she will always spot me wearing one of her shirts or sweaters, and ESPECIALLY her leather jacket ... its oversized and warm and it smells like her so its my favorite thing, especially if she’s out and im alone waiting for her to come back. she very much likes to tease me about it ..

Who is more likely to leave cute little sticky notes for the other to find?

-me! i’ll leave her little notes on the fridge or the door or something, and it’ll be really cheesy things like ‘ dont forget to smile today! :) ‘ or ‘ dont get into too much trouble, love you! ‘ and she most definitely does the endearing eyeroll every time.

What our favourite thing to do during the summer is?

-beach dates!! we try to do them every summer!! we’ll take a trip to central city or national city because they’re close to beaches and have shores and are really nice in the summer. kate’s more of a chilling in the sand under an umbrella kind of gal but i’m more into playing in the water, so i’ll have to drag her in with me!

-some other stuff we like to do is share an entire tub of ice cream and complain about how hot it is while continuously turning up the AC.

What our favourite thing to do during the winter?

-sometimes it rains in gotham and in the lighter rain we’ll actually go out for a walk under an umbrella and hold hands to keep them warm. it’s really calming and we both like the rain so it makes for a cute morning date. plus, not as many people are out because of it so the streets aren’t as busy. 

-then sometimes gotham snows. we’re both not huge fans of snow but its gives us an excuse to stay inside and be warm in our bed and watch movies or something until kate is inevitably needed as batwoman, haha. winter is a lot more enjoyable for us in the daytime than it is the night. also ?? our hands are always SO cold ?? especially mine like ?? you will NOT catch us without our hands intertwined in the winter it is impossible.

[prinanalogicality]

this blog made me love moxiety in the human-verse, so I was wondering if you have any more thoughts about them? (like how they met, shit they got into growing up, more on how their relationship works, ect) bc im honestly rlly curious!! :D

Boy let me tell you, I have a lot of thoughts.

I have been wanting to write a piece about their relationship in the human verse that I kind of created in my fics, but I have only gotten nsfw requests for them, hah. So, thank you for sending in this ask to get my butt into gear about writing things about them normally!

I haven’t gone into super detail about their lives in the other fics, so you do not need to read them before you read this - they are nsfw, after all. I will tell things I said in them to fill in for people who are uncomfortable with reading nsfw. For those of you that want to read the fics, here are the links:

Beauty, read this one first: Tumblr AO3

My Honeybee, read this one second: Tumblr AO3

I want to answer this in a headcanon style, so, let’s get going!

Pairing: Moxiety! This will just be cutesy backstory and relationship fluff.

They met when they were kids. Anxiety was five, Morality was seven. Anxiety’s family moved because his father was a police officer that was moved to a new location.

They were next door neighbors. In the area they lived in, it was small, so everyone knew everyone. There weren’t too many kids around the neighborhood, about eight, but Morality was the oldest. The other kids were Anxiety’s age or a year or two younger.

Quickly, Anxiety and Morality’s mothers became good friends and their fathers would watch sports together. This lead to them, of course, introducing their sons. Morality was a sweet cutie pie, even as a kid. He was very excited to make a new friend, and he always wanted to either go to Anxiety’s house or have Anxiety come over to his own.

Anxiety was antisocial, even as a kid. He was one of those kids that would hide behind his mother’s or father’s legs around people. He hardly wanted to go out and play with the other kids, and though he would act annoyed at first (he has always been such a grumpy person), he actually didn’t mind Morality’s company, if they were alone. He would eventually start hiding behind Morality when around people. It totally went to Morality’s ego.

By the time he was twelve and Anxiety was ten, Morality had finally gotten Anxiety to start coming outside to play more often. They would go on walks, play silly games. They wouldn’t really play too many sports, since neither of them are too terribly sporty, but Morality enjoys football. As said above, they didn’t play often, but when they did - they were a force to be reckoned with. Anxiety was a great quarterback and Morality was a great wide-receiver. They work as a team amazingly.

Morality was the leader of their child posse, as the oldest, and he had deemed Anxiety his second in command, even if the other kids were jealous.

They were good kids. Good kids do some bad things occasionally, such as them wandering into an abandoned nursing home and laughing at the graffiti. They didn’t create any themselves. They would go back there often, just to be alone and goof off, but one time they got yelled at by a homeless man trying to sleep in one of the rooms. He scared them so bad (they were convinced he was a ghost) that they ran out and never returned.

Their first kiss was when Morality was sixteen and Anxiety was fourteen. Morality had convinced Anxiety to come to a get-together of Morality’s friends, because Anxiety was first starting high school and he wanted to introduce him to people and help him acclimate. As silly kids do in these situations, someone suggested Spin the Bottle, and Anxiety was apprehensive, but Morality promised it would be okay. Anxiety hadn’t been landed on, but when he had a turn to spin, he landed on Morality. Their kiss was short, sweet, chaste - but it left a blush on both of their cheeks and butterflies in their tummies. Anxiety quit the game after that.

Morality is a sweetheart, but if someone was to mess with Anxiety, all hell would break loose. Anxiety has terrible anxiety, and he deals with panic attacks. One of the only people that can calm him easily is Morality. The teachers at their school learned that if Anxiety was to get anxious in class, they would call upon Morality to come calm him down.

Anxiety had a pretty intense “emo/scene” phase, if that is what you want to call it. Always listening to “emo” bands, wearing all black, eyeliner. With his anxieties, he hated social interaction and was put on medication for anxiety and depression. Morality was a source of light for him, someone who didn’t make fun of him for his clothing, affinity for makeup, or chemical imbalances in his brain. He made Anxiety smile on his harder days.

If someone at school was to say something about Anxiety or bully him, Morality was his bodyguard. Anxiety was Morality’s bodyguard in turn. Morality was a super sweet guy, he was pretty good in gym class, had good grades, was popular. But people get jealous, and they would try to rile him up to make him angry or make him upset. Anxiety would step in to make them back off. If someone was rude to Anxiety, which happened often, Morality’s happy-go-lucky demeanor would darken and he could be scary, making people back off of his best friend.

It was very rough for Anxiety when Morality graduated, but Morality went to university close to home, so he would be there to pick Anxiety up from school or take him out for dinner afterwards.

Anxiety’s dad was killed on duty during Anxiety’s last year of high school. Morality was there for him, as always. He was there to give him hugs and pick him up whenever he falls.

Anxiety discovered his aesthetic sense when he graduated high school. He was a fan of black skinny jeans, oversized jackets/hoodies/sweaters, old band T-shirts. Morality almost fell over when he saw Anxiety dressed in black skinny (should they be that tight?) jeans and an oversized black knit sweater that kept falling over his shoulder, in which he would fix it. He just likes to feel comfortable, and the bigger clothes felt like a warm hug (like a makeshift Morality hug).

Anxiety went to the same university as Morality, and they both became so busy that they sort of grew apart. Morality would often call him, but Anxiety could never go out, too swamped with school.

When Anxiety turned twenty, Morality was twenty-two. Morality had been pondering over his feelings for Anxiety, because without being around him as often, he has felt sad. He talked to Roman, ever the romantic, and Roman helped him to understand his feelings. He is overprotective of Anxiety, he wants to hug him, he still remembers their first kiss, he hates being away from him - he is in love.

He showed up at Anxiety’s dorm with a bouquet of white roses, dressed to the nines. Anxiety opened the door, wearing one of Morality’s university hoodies and sweatpants - he hadn’t expected to see Morality like that. Morality told him about how much he loves him, how he always has, how he always will, and Anxiety didn’t even say yes to going on a date with him, he just cried and pulled Morality into the dorm, telling him to wait while he gets dressed.

Morality is about 5′9″ in height, and he has broad shoulders. His eyes are a light brown, he has dimples, his skin is lightly tanned, his hair is a light brown that almost looks blonde-ish. Anxiety is about 5′7″ in height, and he is slimmer and pale. He has darker hair, almost black, but it is still brown. His eyes are a deep green, with gold rings around the irises. Also, sign me up for Anxiety actually wearing eyeliner. If he was human, he wouldn’t just dabble black eyeshadow all under his eyes and cheeks. He would be an expert with the flick of the wrist.

Morality is all about PDA. When they start dating, he is all about holding hands with Anxiety, hugging him from behind whenever they are stopped, kissing his cheek, his neck, his forehead, his lips. Anxiety complains about it, but he really likes it. It makes him feel loved, he especially likes it because he loves having all of Morality’s attention.

Morality is generally the one that takes Anxiety on dates, but the more they are together, the more comfortable Anxiety is with actually taking Morality out. Anxiety loves Morality and he wants to please him, he wants to be close to him. He starts becoming more comfortable with initiating the PDA with Morality, and Morality is ecstatic.

They receive a lot of compliments from family, friends, strangers. They think they are the perfect, adorable couple. They totally are.

This is longer than originally planned, but it was fun to write, so I hope it is fun to read! Feel free to add on your own headcanons, I might come back to build on some cutesy stuff about their relationship.