#anyway hope I will be able to draw more after my school finals

[yhwcomeback]

Cole sketch I did a few days ago as a warm up

#my art #ninjago #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #cole #12 year old me had a crush on him #anyway hope I will be able to draw more after my school finals #I have so many cute sketcheeesss #I need to finish them #Also I didn't look up any reference for that ninja suit SO I made one up

[iateyourparents]

Not sure if you write for Harry Styles but what if r met h in high school and they were dating but after graduation they parted they ways and yhen few years later she meets him and they start again and she gets to know that some of his songs are abt her?

I love your writing for S&C!!!

Adore you | h.s.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

summary: you run into harry after years of not seeing him.

warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language)

an: so it’s my first time writing for harry but i absolutely adore this man with my whole heart so i gladly wrote this! thank you sm, hope you like it <33

pictures are from pinterest :)

If someone told you that your ex would end up as a worldwide famous singer, you would believe them in a second.

Harry always had a thing for singing and he was really good at it so when he told you he wanted to audition for xfactor you were all in to support him.

He succeeded, like you knew he would, and was put in a band with four other boys. That was when your ways parted. He started writing songs, making album and had few little gigs to make their band known. And you wanted to focus on school, on your future.

As much as you both wanted to make it and keep your relationship alive, you knew it would be naive to hope for it. He was about to be famous and travel the world and you wanted to study and make a mark with your name in the world of medicine.

So you parted your ways and you haven’t heard of Harry or One Direction for some time, until two years later when they started becoming one of the bigger bands in the music industry.

He achieved it. You always knew he was made to be someone. He deserved to be someone.

He was kind, selfless and practically wore his heart on his sleeve. If someone was a good celebrity material, it was him.

Sometimes, you found yourself following his career, cheering on him and wishing him all the best.

Years were passing, One Direction went on a break that was lasting longer than they promised and all of the boys started to make their own history.

Harry just released his third own album and you couldn’t be happier for him, although you didn’t follow him as much as you used to.

Actually, you practically didn’t follow him at all. All you knew was what you heard on radio on your way from work to home.

You were achieving your goals too. You became a doctor, a good one, known in whole UK. You were young but you already did more than some older doctors.

Your name was well known in medical world and you couldn’t be happier with how your career worked out.

Although, sometimes you wished you chose some other life path.

For example, you wished it right now while looking at two teenagers sitting on a hospital bed. They were glued to themselves and it wouldn’t be a problem if they weren’t glued with an actual glue. To make it worse, it was really old glue and it was causing health problems for both of the teenagers and one was about to pass out from all the coughing.

“Alright, we need to make sure that all their organs are okay, Marcus’ father said he saw them eating that glue.” you grimaced “Run all the tests and draw blood from both of them.” you ordered your interns who quickly went to patients.

Few hours later you were finally able to go home and you couldn’t wait to finally take a warm shower and change scrubs to comfortable pajama.

But first, you had to go grocery shopping. You were thinking about going home first to change but you knew if you get to home you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed again.

So now you were in the grocery store looking at all the cereal searching for your favorite ones. You finally noticed them but they were in completely other place. Usually, they were on a second shelf and now they were all the way up on the highest one. One that was too high for you to reach.

But you tried anyway. And you failed.

You heard a deep chuckle behind you and then a male voice “Need any help?”

You turned around with bright smile “Yes, please.”

Man, who looked weirdly familiar to you, reached a cereal cartoon without any struggle and handed it to you with a smile.

“Here.” you took the cartoon while he was looking at your face “Do I know you? You look familiar.” he stated and you searched his face to see something that would give you a clue who he was.

Then it hit you.

“Harry?” the man nodded “Oh my god, you changed so much.”

Man furrowed his brows and suddenly his eyes widened “Y/n?” you nodded with small smile “Oh god, it’s good to see you.” he hugged you.

“Visiting family?” you asked and he nodded “How’s famous life treating you?”

“Good, I just published my newest album.” he looked proud of himself and it was really adorable.

“I heard.” you nodded with a smile “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Did you hear any songs?” he asked unsure.

“No, sorry. I don’t really have time for music. My life last few days looked like sleep, work, sleep, work, shopping, sleep and work.” you laughed and he smiled with amusement.

“Sounds like you, always so ambitious.” he looked over you “So how’s being a well known surgeon? I heard amazing things about you.”

“It’s… certainly something.” you nodded slowly “I love my work but some things I see… Damn.” you shrugged and he laughed.

“I’m happy you’re good, I thought of you few days ago.” Harry stated and you raised your brow.

“Mr. Famous thought about me? How flattering.” you teased and he chuckled “I have to go home, my bed is calling but we should meet someday when you will be in town.” you offered and he nodded vigorously with a grin.

“I’m staying for a few weeks at my mum’s, we can arrange something. We definitely should catch up. Here, give me your number.” he handed you his phone and you added your contact.

“Well then, see you around Harry. And thanks for your help.” you flashed him with a smile which he returned and you went to a cash station.

Next day you got a text from an unknown number which turned out to be Harry’s number. He asked when you had time to meet.

Finally, you both decided to meet on a Saturday. To make it funnier, Harry offered to meet at the coffee shop that you often visited while being together.

On a Saturday you felt nervous. You didn’t see him for a long time and you weren’t sure how it would turn out, if you even will be able to maintain an interesing conversation without it being awkward.

But here you were, sitting in front of Harry, drinking tea and eating delicious muffins while talking and laughing about old times.

“I never thought that the audition would turn out this well.” he admitted with small smile.

“I knew it would.” you stated “You’re too good to not be noticed, although your hey sister was terrible.” you snickered and he smiled amused.

“I was nervous!” he huffed “If it wasn’t for you I’m not sure if I would actually get on that stage, you were my lucky charm.”

You looked at him with a touched smile “I was cheering for you even when we weren’t talking anymore.” you admitted “I always knew you would be someone important and look at you, you’re saving teenagers’ lives and make great music.”

You could see faint blush on his cheeks and the bashful smile was just cute.

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t be where I’m if not your cheering.” he chuckled “I only regret that our ways parted. I wish we maintained contact. I missed you.”

“I missed you too Harry.” you said hoping you didn’t blush “But at least we’re here now and it feels good.”

“Yeah it does.” he agreed with a smile that made your heart race. You knew that smile, he was sending it your ways on daily basis when you were together. It was this cute smirk with dreamy eyes and it just made you feel weak in knees.

Apparently some things never change, because it made you feel just the same as years ago.

And you’re not sure how it happened but next morning you woke up with Harry’s bare chest as your pillow.

But you weren’t complaining.

“Seriously?” you laughed while making breakfast with Harry. He was talking about the time when he was in One Direction “I always thought that it was just a song about good song.”

“Well, most of ours song had hidden dirty meaning.” he laughed too.

“What about your songs? Any dirty meanings?” you teased and he blushed.

Your morning together turned to spending whole day together.

“You can stay for the night.” you offered when he said he should get going.

“I don’t want to bother you.” he giggled.

“You’re not bothering, I like having you here.” you admitted and you were praying to not blush when he smirked at you.

“Good to know. I will gladly stay if you’re sure.” he said “But let me know if you will be sick of me.”

“That wouldn’t be possible.” you rolled your eyes hitting his chest with your hand which he catched and squeezed in his bigger one “You’re the sweetest person alive, you would have to kill my dog to make me hate you.”

“Sure.” now he rolled his eyes “You have a dog?”

“No.” you pouted “I wish but I’m rarely home and I wouldn’t want to leave a dog alone.” you explained and he nodded in understanding “What about you? Any pets?”

“Not really, I’m also rarely home when touring.” he shrugged.

And somehow this conversation turned into talking about his songs.

“And which ones do you like?” he looked at you with a small smile. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but in last few days his songs were on repeat so you wouldn’t be in dark when he would be talking about his career.

“Hm, I really like Carolina and little freak.” you stated after a moment of thinking. You noticed how Harry moved weirdly after your words “Is there something wrong?” you asked worriedly.

“No no.” he assured you “What do you like about Carolina?” he tilted his head looking curiously at you while still holding your hand.

“I don’t know, I just like it.” you shrugged “Why are you asking?”

“You didn’t notice, did you?” he laughed.

“Notice what?” you smiled with small confusion.

“Carolina, Adore you, Only Angel, Woman?” he furrowed his eyes.

“What about them?”

“God, woman. They are about you.” he huffed with amusement and your eyes widened.

“What?” you were sure you were a blushing mess at the moment.

“Carolina? It’s literally your description, you moved because your grandmother offered you and your parents to, you always had books with you and liked to compare life to books.” he explained “Oh, and you have cousins in Carolina!”

All he said was true and you actually realized it in fact was actually a song about you.

“Why would you wrote about me?” you asked quietly playing with his fingers.

“I was so in love with you. My first ever song that I writed was about you.” he admitted “Only angel. I changed it a bit before releasing it because I was teenager while I wrote and it was a slight disaster but it turned out great.”

“I’m not sure what to say.” you chuckled “Adore you is about me?”

“Yeah, I would go through hell for you.” he stated and you noticed that he didn’t use past tense.

“So am I so kind of inspiration for you?” you teased but he answered completely seriously.

“Yeah, you are big inspiration. Most of my songs have something about you in them even if they aren’t exactly about you.” he admitted bashfully “I was completely head over heels for you. And I think I still adore you.”

And if you were his inspiration for next lovely album that he made as a gift for you for your first anniversary, that’s just a bonus.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #one direction #music #louis tomlinson #niall horan #zayn malik #liam payne

[amor1st03]

Change | Kim Seungmin

Seungmin x fem!reader

frenemies(?) to lovers, librarian au, college/university au

warnings: Y/N misunderstands Seungmin for a little bit and judges him for this, swearing, drinking, skz being fuckboys, I think that's it let me know if I missed anything

word count: 4.9k

in which: Seungmin's reputation had you believing all he ever did was flirt with people around school. I mean, you witnessed it yourself at your uni's library where you both worked. But could it be possible that what you thought was wrong all along?

@icouldntcareless22

Skz masterlist

The constant stream of swooning girls bothered you more than you would like to admit.

It’s not that you were jealous. You weren’t jealous. You were annoyed.

Your job at your uni’s library had been a peaceful one until a certain someone had to disturb the peace.

Kim Seungmin.

Or as one girl in your class had told you, one of the university's most eligible bachelors. You were quick to correct this to one of the most attractive fuckboys.

Him and his seven best friends were known around campus for their good looks and charm. You heard many stories regarding each of their latest hookups.

Now, you had nothing wrong with people sleeping around, that’s what loads of people did at uni right? What you did have a problem was people being led on. You had seen quite a few people crying over being rejected by one of the guys after they thought they had been someone special to them.

There were only few who were able to resist their charm. You being one of them.

You had no interest in a quick one night stand. You wanted something that meant something. Something real.

Just because Kim Seungmin looked so good while leaning on the counter talking to the girls did not mean you were going to fall for his antics.

You rolled your eyes as one of the girls twirled her hair and fluttered her eyes before looking away. When the girls had finally left, you called over to him.

“Now that you’re done flirting can you put these back on the shelves.” You motioned your head in the direction of the cart full of books, not looking up from the computer you were using.

“I wasn’t flirting.” You look up at him, raising your eyebrows.

“Sure. Just go and put those back.” Without another word he took the cart and headed for the shelves. You watched as he left before turning back to your work.

“Is Seungmin here?” You looked up from the computer to see Chan.

“Hello to you too, Christopher.”

“Damn, English government name and everything.” He smiled at you. Chan was the only one of the eight guys, besides Seungmin, you spoke to. Last year, he had come to the library to talk to Seungmin when he had found you. He had asked you out to which you politely declined. He had been taken aback, it had been a long time since someone had rejected him. He had been surprised by you and, although he never asked you out again, the two of you formed a friendship.

“Seungmin’s here, he’s just putting some books back.”

“Well I was just gonna tell him that on Friday I’m having a party at my place. Actually, why don’t you come too? It’s been a while since you’ve come to one of my parties.”

“I’ll think about it. And I’ll tell him too.”

“Alright, thanks. I hope to see you there.” Chan left and not long after Seungmin returned with the empty cart.

“You just missed Chan. He told me to tell you he’s having a party at his on Friday.”

“Okay, cool.” You gave him a little nod before turning away to continue your work. “Hey, um, Y/N, would you, maybe, wanna come to the party?”

“Chan already invited me.”

“Oh, alright.”

“Anyway, I’m gonna clock out now, my shift’s over, but I’m gonna stick around to study for a little while. I swear, if I catch you flirting with all the girls that come to check out a book instead of working, I’ll kill you.”

“I already told you I don’t flirt with them!”

***

Your presence bothered Seungmin. Simply because when you were around he found it so difficult to draw himself away from you.

Like now, for example. You weren't doing anything significant. You weren't bringing any attention to yourself in any way. You were just sitting at a desk in the library, studying. But Seungmin found his gaze fixed on you. While waiting for someone to check out or return a book he was sitting behind the counter, chin resting on hand, analysing you.

He knew that there was some strange tension between the two of you. You seemed quite cold to him despite his advances to get to know you better. And yet, this did not deter him. If should have, he often told himself, because he was certain that you couldn't stand to be around him but none of that changed his feelings.

When you were with him, you were all he could see and when you weren't, you were all he could think about.

The two of you didn't share any classes but he saw you around campus. You were just as beautiful the first day he saw you.

He felt like an absolute idiot, gazing at you from a distance, too shy to approach you. He enjoyed just looking at you sometimes. Noticing all your silly little habits. The way you smiled. The first time he saw you laugh along with your friends he knew he was a goner.

There had been a few openings for a job at the campus library. At first, Seungmin wasn't interested until he found out that you had signed up for it. After having a crush on you for over a year without making a move he figured this would give him an opportunity.

The two of you had started out good, you were polite and nice. But there was still tension there.

He knew about the rumours that surrounded his friend group. There were so many that he stopped denying them after a while and just let people talk, whether what they were saying was true or not.

All he really cared about was that you didn't believe them. He wished that you wouldn't. So far his wish hadn't been granted, despite now much he insisted to you that he wasn't flirting with the girls that came to the counter.

People were slowly starting to leave the library as closing time neared. Finally, you and Seungmin were the only two people left.

You walked up to the counter to check out a few books. Your hand grazed Seungmin’s as he passed the books back to you and he swore his heart stopped for a moment.

“You need any help closing up?” You asked him.

“No, it’s alright, you can head off now.”

“Okay, see you later.”

“Bye. Get home safe!” He called after you as he mentally cursed himself for being too shy to ask you to stay a little while longer with him.

***

You knew you should have had a drink before the party. You felt so awkward as you looked around for someone you knew.

You continued to push your way through the crowd before you found a sofa in the corner where no one was sitting. You quickly claimed a seat and relaxed a little.

“Y/N, you made it!” A familiar voice shouted over to you. You looked in the direction that it came from and saw Chan approaching you. He sat down beside you, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa. You could tell the drink in his hand was certainly not his first of the night.

“Yep, here I am.”

“It’s been so long since you last came to a party, I’ve missed having you around.”

“Well some of us actually have to study, Chan,” You joked.

“Ugh, you sound like Seungmin.”

“Really?” At the mention of Seungmin, your eyes found him in the crowd. He was nodding along to something a girl was telling him on the other side of the room.

“Yep.”

“He can’t care about studying that much. I swear I always see him flirting with girls. I mean, even now. Typical.”

“What? Seungmin flirting? I'd love to see that.”

“What are you talking about?”

"What are you talking about? Seungmin has never once flirted with anyone."

"But…you guys…your reputation. You guys are known for flirting."

"Yeah the rest of us, maybe, but not Seungmin. Those are just rumours about him because he's in our group."

"But I always see him with girls."

"Yeah they chase after him and he will talk to them to be polite but I've never seen him so much as kiss any of them."

"Oh…"

"Come on, enough talking, let's get you a drink." He jumped up from his seat and offered his hand to you. You took it and he pulled you up before he guided you to where the drinks were. You could've sworn you felt eyes on the back of your head as you walked. When you looked around, your eyes met Seungmin's. You suddenly felt extremely embarrassed under his gaze after learning you had misjudged him.

"You know what we should do?" Chan asked you once you reached the counter.

"What?"

"Shots!" You were unsure at first. "Come on, what do you think? It's been so long since you've been at a party."

You looked back to where Seungmin had been standing. You saw that he was now pushing his way through the crowd, towards you and Chan.

"Fuck it, I'm in."

***

The party was dying down with only a few people left. You never usually stayed this long but you were having so much fun that the time just flew by.

"Get home safely, alright?" Chan said as you were about to leave. He was leaning on the door for support.

"I'll be fine, Chan."

"I'll walk you home." Seungmin walked up to where you and Chan were standing in the doorway.

"Okay then, see you later guys," Chan said with a yawn before the two of you left.

The walk at first was silent. The two of you were enjoying the fresh night air. As you walked you found a small wall and feeling childish in your drunkenness you hopped onto it before walking along it. You wobbled slightly but felt Seungmin grab your arm to stop you from falling.

"Careful," He said softly.

"If you're so worried about me falling, why don't you just hold my hand."

"What?" He was a little shocked at your words. He hoped the darkness of the night prevented you from seeing the red tinge on his cheeks.

"Hold my hand. I thought you'd be used to that with all the flirting you do, except, I suppose I'm not so sure now that Chan told me the truth." He gently took your hand and helped you walk along the wall.

"The truth?"

"Yeah. That you're not like the rest of your friends. That you don't flirt with all those girls that chase after. Not that there's anything wrong if you do I just don't think it's right if the girls genuinely think there's something there and you're just looking for a quick one night stand. But, yeah, Chan told me you don't do that." Seungmin smiled to himself.

"You're very talkative when you're drunk."

"Is it annoying?" You stopped in your tracks.

"Not at all." You smiled down at him before continuing to walk.

"Seriously though, why don't you flirt with them. I mean, you have so many people chasing after you and not one of them sparks your interest? Why is that?"

"Because."

"Because is not an answer."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not. Come on, tell me Seungmin.*

"Okay, fine. It's because I've already got my eye on somebody. But don't bother asking who it is, I'm not telling."

"Okay. I won't ask." You neared the end of the wall as you thought of Seungmin's words. You weren't sure why they bothered you so much but you tried to brush them off. Once you reached the end of the wall you turned to him.

"Catch me."

"What? No, I'm not catching you." He laughed a little.

"Well, I'm going to jump off and if you don't catch me I'm just going to bump into you anyway."

"Y/N, I'm not going to catch you."

"Ready. 3…2…"

"Y/N."

"1!" You jumped and Seungmin was quick to throw his arms around your waist. Your arms came to rest over his shoulders. His hot breath hit your face as you realised how close your face was to his.

"I knew you'd catch me." He set you down on the ground with a soft smile. Had his smile always been that cute? "Alright, come on then, I'm ready to go home." You skipped off as Seungmin laughed to himself, shaking his head before running to catch up to you.

You made it back to your apartment and were struggling to get the key in the door. You felt Seungmin's hand rest on top of yours as he helped you with the key.

"Yay, home sweet home!" You smiled as the door opened.

"Alright then, I guess I'll head off now that you're home."

"Okay then, I'll see you soon. Message me when you get home safely."

"I will."

"And if anyone kidnaps you I'll hunt them down and beat their asses!"

"I'm sure you will." He laughed. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Night, Min!"

The little nickname had his heart racing a mile a minute for the rest of the night.

***

Seungmin noticed that things were less tense between the two of you after that night. The two of you were talking a lot more during your shifts at the library and if you finished at the same time, he would walk you home. You enjoyed spending time with each other and found you had actually become friends.

You continued to notice the stream of girls who came to see Seungmin. You knew now that he wasn't flirting back with them but something about them coming to see him still bugged you.

One time you were left at the counter while Seungmin went to stack the shelves when two girls approached you.

You greeted them as they placed some books on the counter, passing you their library cards.

"Is Seungmin here?" One of the girls asked.

"He's busy," You replied quickly.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Look, are you here to check out these books or not?" One girl rolled her eyes as you continued to check out the books before handing them back to the two girls. They turned and left without another word. You laughed in disbelief, shaking your head.

"What was all that about?" Seungmin asked as he returned.

"Oh, you saw that?"

"Yeah, I was hiding behind one of the shelves." You felt your cheeks heat up at his words.

"Well, I find it annoying that they're always here and I'm sure you do too."

"Yeah, I do sometimes."

"Then why don't you just reject their advances?"

"I try to. When they ask me out I turn them down but they keep coming back. And I don't wanna hurt anyone's feelings by being rude so I just try to be friendly. What else can I do?"

"Just be honest with them. Tell them you're not interested, that you're already interested in someone else. And, hey, maybe you should try asking out whoever that other person is? If you're with someone and happy they might take a hint."

"I can't ask out the girl I like."

"Oh so it's a girl. Okay, that narrows down my guesses a little bit."

"Don't try and guess who it is, I'm not telling you."

"Why not? I might be able to help more if I know who it is."

"Not telling."

"Okay, fine. How about this? Practice on me."

"Huh?"

"Go on practice asking me out. Stand over there, pretend I'm her, walk up to me and ask me out."

"This is stupid."

"I don't care. Just do it." With a reluctant sigh, Seungmin walked a few paces away before turning around to face you. He walked back towards you.

"Hey, uh, we should, like, go out sometime."

"No."

"What do you mean no? This isn't helping."

"That was terrible, you sound like Chan."

"Well it works for him."

"That's because he's all confidence and charm."

"Are you saying I have no charm?"

"No, you do but it's different. Chan's all…how do I put this? Chan's a fuckboy, in the nicest way possible. But you, you're caring and sweet and, honestly, a little nerdy."

"Hey!"

"Trust me, a lot of girls find that attractive. The point is, be yourself. Okay, try again." Seungmin repeated the process of walking away and turning back.

"Hey, um, look I don't normally do this because I'm not really sure how to, but the truth is, I really like you. And I would love it if sometime you would maybe wanna go out on a date with me?" His eyes held your gaze as he spoke and you almost forgot that he wasn't actually asking you out.

"Yes," You replied softly before coming to your senses. You cleared your throat. "That-that was perfect, I'm certain she'll say yes if you ask her like that." You backed away slightly, almost tripping over your own feet. "Okay, I'm just gonna go check all the desks, see if anyone's left anything out. You can stay here and man the counter, I'll be back soon." You quickly hurried away, mentally screaming at yourself.

***

You had lost count of the months that had passed since you Seungmin had become friends. Things had certainly changed between the two of you, more than you would like to admit.

You had started to notice how easy it was to get lost in his eyes and how soft his lips look. After a few months of becoming friends you realised something. You definitely had feelings for him.

A few months ago, you would've turned a date with Seungmin down with a scoff but now? Now, you would practically beg for one. You were honestly head over heels for him. He was so kind and funny. How could you ever have thought differently of him?

You buried these feelings deep down inside. Hoping Seungmin wouldn't notice the lingering stares.

You'd figured out what bugged you when the girls came to flirt with him. It was jealousy. You wanted him to look at you and only you. You wanted him to like you the way you liked him.

There were moments where you thought maybe he felt the same.

Like the moment when he was walking you home that one time. You stopped in front of your apartment building and turned to say goodbye. He reached his hand up to brush an eyelash off of your face. His hand lingered a moment longer than it probably should have and you thought maybe. Just maybe he feels the same.

Or the time that the two of you were meant to close up the library together. Everyone had left and the two of you were sitting together on the floor behind the counter. You were both laughing at something he said before you both looked at each other. You could have sworn that he was leaning in, but in the end, he turned his head away.

There were many moments like that. You just weren't sure how he felt. And you were at a constant war with yourself on whether or not you should confess to him.

You shook off the thought as you checked the peep hole a second time. No, he really was at your door.

You were laying in bed one night contemplating your confession when you heard a knock on your door. Surprised that someone could be at your apartment at this time of night you carefully tiptoed over to the door. You checked the peep hole to see it was the exact person you had been thinking of. For a split second you thought that you had been daydreaming about him so much that you were now hallucinating. Imagining that he was here.

You quickly unlocked the door. When Seungmin caught sight of your face a warm smile spread over his face. You noticed the flushed look on his face.

"Seungmin, what are you doing here so late?"

"Y/N!" He wrapped his arms around you and you stumbled back a little. You laughed as you wrapped your own arms around him.

"Have you been drinking?" You ask him.

"I was. How did you know? Who told you?" He pulled away to look at you but still held you close.

"A little birdie."

"You can talk to birds?" He asked in disbelief to which you laughed again.

"Yes. Anyway, why are you here, Seungmin?"

"Because I wanted to see you. I'm sorry it's so late but I missed you so much."

"It's okay. I missed you too." This made Seungmin smile.

"Okay, I don't want to disturb you anymore so I'll get off now, I just wanted to see you before I went home." He moved away from you, stumbling a little. You grabbed his arm to steady him.

"Yeah, I'm not letting you go home like this, come on, you can sleep here tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am." You guided him to your room. He sat down before kicking off his shoes and getting under the covers.

"I'm sorry I don't have anything for you to sleep in," You said to him after you had returned from getting him a glass of water.

"It's alright."

"What were you doing tonight, anyway? It's a Thursday night, we have classes tomorrow. Were you out with the guys?" You sat down on the edge of the bed looking at him. Your heart swelled at the way he looked into your eyes.

"Yeah, it was a random party and me and Chan were actually just talking about you. After that I knew that I needed to see you tonight, if not I knew I'd never be able to get to sleep, so I left the party and came here."

"You were talking about me?"

"Yeah, I talk about you a lot actually. Is that weird? I hope you don't find it weird."

"I don't. Well, as long as you tell people the nice stuff about me."

"Everything about you is nice."

"You're just saying that because you're drunk." You smiled softly.

"No, I'm saying it because I know it's true."

"Okay, well thank you. You should get some sleep now, you'll have an awful headache in the morning if not." You got up to leave, walking towards the door.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"To go sleep on the sofa?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm letting you have my bed." You leant on the doorway to talk to him.

"You can't sleep on the sofa."

"I can. I'm telling you, you're having my bed tonight and I'll sleep on the sofa, it's fine."

"Okay and I'm trying to tell you that I want you to stay." You remained quiet, looking at him. Had you heard him correctly? "Please, will you stay?"

"Okay," You whispered before making your way over to the bed. You climbed under the sheets, lying next to him. The two of you were facing each other as he smiled at you.

All you could hear was your heart beat.

You swore it skipped a beat when you felt Seungmin softly reach out for your hand, taking it in his own. A bright smile spread across your face.

"I've dreamt of this."

"Of what?"

"Of lying here, having you smile at me like that."

"Seungmin," You whispered, unsure of what to say.

"I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" Your heart rate quickened as you waited for him to speak.

"Chan and I fell out once because of you. Well, we didn't really fall out. I was mad at him, he wasn't mad at me. And it's not your fault it happened. It's just, I told Chan not to ask you out and he did it anyway and I was so angry at him for it."

"Why did you tell him not to ask me out?"

"Well, I was scared you'd get hurt for one, and I didn't want that to happen. But the main reason is a bit more selfish. I didn't tell Chan this at first, if I had done he probably wouldn't have asked you out, but the reason I didn't want him doing so is because I wanted it to be me who did it. I admired you from afar. I've had feelings for you for the longest time and I was so scared that you'd be head over heels for someone like Chan instead of me."

"You know I don't like Chan like that."

"Do you like me like that?"

"You're drunk right now. I want you to make sure you are fully aware of what we're both saying. I'll tell you tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay. You don't hate me because of what I said, do you?" He whispered.

"I could never hate you."

"Good."

"Goodnight, Min."

"Goodnight, Y/N." He yawned before shutting his eyes.

When he had drifted off and you heard his soft snores, you leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead before settling down next to him.

***

Seungmin woke the next morning to an awful buzzing sound. He reached out beside him and felt the cold, empty space next to him. You weren't there. His heart dropped when he realised. The buzzing noise, he found, was coming from an alarm clock on your bedside cabinet. He reached over to stop it.

On the cabinet, he found you had also left him some water, painkillers and a note. He picked up the note to read it.

Sorry about the alarm, I set it so you'd have enough time to get home and get changed before your first class. Hope you're not too hungover. I've had to leave for my earlier classes. Feel free to make yourself some breakfast before you leave. I've left my spare set of keys on the kitchen counter so you can lock up. You can give them back to me today at the library. See you later.

After taking a few painkillers for his headache, Seungmin did as you instructed. He got up and got himself a bowl of cereal, washing up after himself because he didn't want to cause you any more trouble than he already had. Then he left, locking your door with the spare keys before heading home to change.

He eventually made it to his first class with only a few minutes to spare. He had considered not coming but he knew he should. In the end it wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't shown because he couldn't remember a single thing from any of his classes that day. He was too focused on replaying last night to himself.

You hadn't told him how you felt, he was certain it meant you would reject him. He wasn't sure how he was going to face you. But sure enough, the end of his last class came and he headed for his shift at the library. He was in no rush to get there, taking the longest route he could.

"Hi," You greeted him once he had arrived.

"Hi," He replied, shyly. He was unsure whether to bring last night up or to wait for you to say something.

Before you had the chance to say something somebody came up to the counter to return some books. As you were helping them, Seungmin decided he would go to the storage room as he knew that the university had ordered some more books. He was feeling awkward now and wanted to avoid you and figured organising the books would be a good excuse.

As your shift continued, you were unable to find the right time to approach Seungmin. You decided it would be best to do it when you were closing up.

The time finally came when the last few students left. You and Seungmin were putting away the last of the books.

"I'm sorry I haven't said anything earlier about last night, I just haven't found the right time."

"It's okay. I'm just sorry last night ever happened."

"Don't say that." You put the last book on the shelf and turned to him.

"Why not?"

"Because you shouldn't ever regret being brave enough to tell someone how you feel. That is, if you really meant what you said last night. Did you?"

"Of course I did."

"Well, that's good then. I'm glad to see my feelings are reciprocated."

"Wait, what?" Seungmin asked, shocked at what he was heading. You laughed softly as his response.

"Seungmin," You said as you placed your hands on his face, smiling up at him. "I like you. So much. I could barely sleep last night after what you told me. My heart was racing every time I looked over at you."

"I can't believe this is real."

"Well, believe it because now that we've confessed, I expect a date."

"How about now? After we've closed up. We can do whatever you like."

"I don't care what we do as long as I'm with you." You smiled before leaning up towards his lips. He leaned down at the same time, meeting you halfway. The kiss blossomed between the two of you and you knew now how much everything had all changed. This was the start of something new between the two of you and you suddenly realised how much you loved change.

#kim seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin fluff #skz seungmin #stray kids #skz #kpop #fanfiction #fanfic

[vivalarevolution]

𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱

Xavier Thorpe x Witch Reader

Request: „Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Xavier Thorpe x fem. reader where the reader is a new student at nevermore and sits next to Xavier in Mrs. Thornhills class and he tries to impress her with his powers (like in the scene where he made the spider come to life)‟

A/N: Request from anon. I changed one thing about the reader skills/ powers. It's not my best work but as always I hope you all still gonna like it. 

English is not my native language so I am sorry for any mistakes.

She felt unwanted eyes on her, again.

However, despite the fact that the situation repeated itself since she set foot in a new school, each time she chose to ignore it. She knew who the irises following her every move belonged to anyway, so she quickened her pace to disappear from their radar, as she had done many times before.

When she found a secluded corner, she leaned against it, sighing. She'd only been here a week and she'd had enough.

Her father told her about possibilities and freedom, oh how easily she was outsmarted by him. Now she was stuck in a strange place, far from home, in a school for "people like her". However, she soon found out that this term was not entirely true.

Nevermore Academy was supposed to be something of a safe oasis for children who were extraordinary, in the worst sense of the word. But Y/n quickly noticed that the teenagers weren't much different from normal people, well, except for the hidden talents they'd inherited. Girl was one of them. 

Being the ancestor of one of Salem's oldest witches had its advantages and disadvantages, although she saw more negatives than positives. That's why she hid her abilities.

-Y/n! - girl's voice called her.

The teenager closed her eyes, only to open them after a moment and turn around to look at the well-known blonde.

-Enid -replied the witch, tilting her head gently to the side, in a silent act announcing that she ,could continue.

-I was looking for you- she replied, smile did not come out of her face - Botany classes will start soon, and you are hiding.

Y/n sometimes wondered how a person could be so happy and carefree. But she was never able to come up with a satisfactory answer.

-Then it's better that they don't wait for us - she said with a slight, almost imperceptible smile, going with the werewolf to class.

Her steps, although slow, still led her to her goal at a much faster pace than she would like. Entering the great conservatory, without stopping, she went to the designated place.

Xavier was already sitting in his seat, lost in his notebook, sketching something Y/n couldn't see. Only when she sat next to him in the field of vision appeared the image of a black spider. Before the boy could see that she was looking his way, her head quickly turned to the desk, making it look like he was looking at her, not the other way around.

It might sound strange, even scary, but the brunette liked to look at her, especially when the teenager was so close to him. Every detail on her face was much clearer then. Her thick and long eyelashes, behind which beautiful irises were hidden, full lips or the flash of her thick hair, which seemed to be soft as silk from a distance. Xavier noticed all this, and day by day he became more and more addicted.

Before he knew it, he was smitten with her, and as if sensing it, she began to run away from him. Each step she took was further away from him, which meant that he was never able to catch her, or talk to her, even for a moment.

When Y/n's eyes finally rested on him, he responded by pushing the notebook towards her. Her brow furrowed in consternation, and he merely smiled at her, extending his hand to hover over the drawing. After a while, the animal came out of the paper, leaving only a gray halo behind. The arthropod moved a few steps. The witch did not let him out of her sight.

-I doubt Y/n will be impressed by your tricks, Mr. Thorpe - said Mrs. Thornhill unexpectedly, when she came to class.

-Admit that you're a little impressed - the green-eyed boy muttered.

The girl didn't answer for a long moment, too focused on the spider. Shivers involuntarily passed over her body and before she could've said something, the animated drawing burst into flames. Most of the students looked at her with a mixture of admiration and surprise, but she didn't care. Holding her hands, she occasionally ran her long fingernails over the rings to distract herself from the outside world.

Xavier cursed under his breath, he thought he would impress her, but all he did was make her hide even more.

It was nighttime when Y/n received an unexpected message.

With the end of class, she locked herself in her room, content to finally be able to breathe fully. Dressed and refreshed, she spent time on the floor, drowning in the books of witchcraft that she read several times before. The sound of music filled the room as well as the sound of her own voice as she hummed along with the band's lead singer.

Only a quiet but strong blow pulled her out of her bubble.

Standing up, she walked over to a large, tall window. At first glance, everything seemed normal, but when her eyes began to wander, a black cat appeared in the field of her vision, or rather its sketch.

The teenager sighed and opened the window. Curious about the explanations. There was a card in the animal's mouth and an invitation on the paper.

-Meet me at nine o'clock by the fountain - she recited, frowning slightly in thought ,knowing exactly who the sender was.

Thinking, she stared at the landscape outside the window, then she shifted her irises to the cat, who was still waiting, sitting on the windowsill. Involuntarily, she raised her hand and stroked his ear, as if hoping that it would feel something, even though it was only a drawing.

Before she could think carefully about her decision, her legs led her towards the exit. Right underneath the stone construction.

Xavier was already waiting for her. Her school uniform had been replaced with a long-sleeved black mid-thigh dress and leather boots. The boy didn't know what to think, it was the first time he saw the teenage witch in something else, in something close to her comfort zone.

-You really came - he remarked, not hiding the surprise in his voice.

-I really came - she replied, clasping her hands behind her - Your form of invitation was quite interesting. I was wondering if you matched the cat to my species or if it was just a coincidence.

-Yes...I mean no - brunette tangled up in words, pushing himself away from the fountain to approach Y/n - Your reaction to my previous drawing got me thinking. I preferred to create something that you should like this time.

-I'm just not a fan of small, crawling creatures. But I appreciate your gesture - she said honestly, which made Xavier smile.

-I'm glad to hear that - he replied, looking at the girl.

-What is the reason for your invitation? - she asked suddenly.

-I wanted to apologize. I guess you didn't want to show off your abilities - he remarked, scratching the back of his neck.

The gaze of the teenager, who was directed at the fountain near them, moved to the green-eyed boy.

-You have no reason to apologize - she announced -It was my instinct that worked the way it did - she added before taking a few steps back so she could turn freely and head back to the dorm.

-Wait! - Thorpe called her, grabbing her wrist, and she stopped, looking at him with furrowed brows -Would you like to go for a walk?- he asked with a trace of hope in his voice.

The girl shifted her gaze to the building behind her, then back to the tall teenager in front of her, who was awaiting for her response. Y/n nodded with a slight smile.

-I would love to - she said, nodding imperceptibly in confirmation.

The two of them moved forward. The witch put all her trust in the hands of Xavier, who led them to a place known only to him. Her heart was beating hard from the adrenaline, and surprisingly, she welcomed it. She hadn't had so much fun in a long time, even if it was just sneaking through school property.

Eventually they came to something that looked like a shed. Y/n involuntarily approached the body of her companion, looking curiously at the wooden building. When the brunette turned his head to check the girl's condition, he found her close to him, closer than he expected. Satisfied, he lowered his head to be level with her ear.

-This is my studio - he confessed, as if proud of this fact - I cleaned it, so Weems let me use it.

-We are alone - the girl noticed, approaching his face, which involuntarily covered with a blush - You don't have to whisper - she added, then moved away, walking towards the entrance.

Thorpe followed her with his eyes until she had disappeared through the door, then he moved on, quickening his pace so that the girl wouldn't wait. When he entered, Y/n looked around intrigued, but kept her hands to herself, watching from a distance.

-You have talent - she admitted after a long moment.

-Thanks - he said, following her like a shadow. -This is my safe space. Art makes me relax - he added, standing behind her as she paused at another of the many paintings.

-It must be nice to have your own sanctuary - the teenager said - I often dream of something like this, that wouldn't be my dorm room. Life at Nevermore can be...overwhelming - she confessed, rubbing her hands together in comfort.

-Really?- he asked, eager to hear more, happy to finally be able to talk to the object of his interest.

-Yhm- muttered the witch -That's quite an interesting paradox. An outcast feels like an outcast in a school for outcasts - she noticed, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, the boy made her feel surprisingly better, surprisingly calmer.

-You can always talk to me if you want - Xavier said, shrugging -I don't bite.

-I appreciate it - she replied, not sure what else to add.

When silence fell between the two, Y/n realized how close they were, how intimate the situation seemed, and the brunette slowly began to think the same, his green eyes not even for a moment stopping looking at the face in front of him.

Her eyes wandered over the boy's face, trying to find a starting point. Her slightly parted lips as well as the smell of lavender and gooseberry did not help Thorpe concentrate. Only the girl's frown woke him up from his trance.

Following her gaze, the teenager met an image, but not just any image. The canvas depicted a girl sitting on one of the stone benches, lost in thought, her face calm and her eyes distant. There was a sheet next to the easel, which must have been moved by a gust of wind when Y/n stepped inside.

-It's...me - she whispered in shock, walking towards her likeness.

-The first day, I couldn't forget you. So I started painting - he tried to explain, keeping his voice stoic -You surrounded yourself with this mysterious aura that drew me in even more. You were different from the rest...I talk nonsense - he muttered, closing his eyes.

The girl turned to face Xavier. Then , she unexpectedly put her hand around him, standing on her fingers to kiss the corner of his mouth.

-I quite like your nonsense - she confessed ,almost brushing his lips because of the closeness of their faces.

Xavier took her confession as a signal to action. Placing his hands on the witch's waist, he slowly brushed her lips, and seeing no objection, he did it again, and again, and again.

They said romance was dead and Y/n had to agree. But the electrifying touch of the boy's hand, the warmth of his lips, and the addictive scent that surrounded him, made her not disappointed by the death of romanticism. She preferred the version where she could’ve indulge her feelings without having to play cat and mouse.

And now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit, she was not going to stop. 

Neither did he.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe x fem!reader #xavier thorpe wednesday series #witches #teen romance #nevermore #xavier thorpe fluff #wednesday fanfic #xavier thrope x you

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 16 - Coughing Fit

Oh I love this prompt, I do love inflicting An Awful Illness on my boys c:

TWs: Illness, fever

"Come on, just take a seat, nice and slow." Only Bastian's hands at Mariano's hips kept him from collapsing to the bathroom floor. He trembled as his knees gave out, and Bastian lowered him to the carefully constructed pile of blankets and pillows. "You need a steam session bad."

Mariano's fingers never released their grip on Bastian's shirt. "Thank you. I didn't think a flu could get this awful--" He was cut off by a round of coughing that ripped through him, each one raking its nails over his lungs and up his throat as his free hand clapped to his mouth. He couldn't fully manage to get any of the congestion up, stuck in the awful limbo of needing to cough and needing to breathe at the same time.

It felt like he was drowning in that military hospital bed all over again.

When he managed to wheeze in a breath and the roaring in his ears quieted, Mariano realized that Bastian was kneeling beside him. One hand slid along his back between his shoulder blades while the other braced against his chest to help keep him from falling into the blanket face-first. "You good?"

The question was less mocking than usual, and Mariano just nodded, holding out a thumbs-up.

"Good," Bastian's hand left Mariano's back and he felt him leaning and reaching into the bath. With the harsh rattle-scrape of the curtain rings sliding against the rod, Bastian fully spread the shower curtain and then turned the shower on full blast. He twisted back around and tugged Mariano up into his lap, ignoring the embarrassed squawk it drew.

Once Mariano was settled and his back was to Bastian's stomach, Bastian patted Mariano's chest affectionately. "Now, let's get some steam in here. It'll help break that crap up and maybe you'll get some sleep tonight."

"Don't even know why it hit me so hard." Mariano complained as he dropped his head back against Bastian's chest. His voice sounded like a rusty gate. He grimaced. "You were only sick for three days but we both got the flu shot."

"Yeah, and I didn't get tortured for two years and starved for like, eight more." Bastian said, kissing the top of Mariano's head as he started to slide his palm over Mariano's pact brand at the center of his burning chest. Mariano was in one of his old tees so the contact shouldn't have been too overwhelming--and just like he hoped, Mariano just relaxed into him with a sigh. "I think your body's earned being absolutely obliterated by a flu."

"Whatever." It was the closest Mariano was going to get to admitting that his idea that he was still nineteen and able to work through anything was less than realistic. "I guess it's best for me to stay home anyway. The kids don't need to catch this and neither do the customers."

Bastian laughed as steam really started to fill the air. He wouldn't voice the idea that Abby was actually the one who gave it to him--it was midterm season and she went to a public high school when she wasn't being a barista, after all. "Yeah, I don't think you'd last very long anyway. What's his face, Scary Regular? The paralegal guy? He'd have driven you home himself, or something. You look like shit."

Mariano laughed, and Bastian felt how his breath caught, his hand shuddering with Mariano's chest as he struggled against another coughing fit.

"Relax. Relax, this is supposed to help with that. I have you." Bastian murmured, wincing as Mariano fell into another strangling fit that forced him to curl in on himself. Bastian held him as he did, kissing the back of his head. "You're gonna be okay."

When it finally released Mariano, he leaned back with a hoarse groan. He didn't complain when Bastian's claws slid through his hair, drawing tension from his shoulders and making his eyes slide shut. Bastian kept going, carefully combing through Mariano's sweat-damp hair and listening as every coughing fit started to sound less and less like it might be Mariano's last.

Bastian wasn't surprised when Mariano finally went still against him, just about boneless from how deep his exhaustion ran. "That's it, take a nap." He whispered, slowly reaching back to shut off the shower. "I'll always have you."

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper @bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday16 #day 16 #coughing fit #illness #fever #mage of violence #dragon of diamond #something soft and sweet that's been eating me alive all day #All I want is a handsome dragon to baby me when I'm sick and that's a lot to ask but like I think I've earned it

[batbabydamian]

Batman and Robin (2023) #1 is out!! 🦇💕

Spoilers and lots of rambling below

Loved hopping in mid-mission with Bruce and Damian banter - the first issues of Damian's B&R 2009 and 2011 runs have Batman and Robin’s relationship on a rocky start, so it’s a refreshing change!

Bruce rhyming with the pause like he’s really thinking about it LOL he's having fun!!

"You roll your eyes just like your mother" SO CUUTE!! a nice way of relating Damian to Talia in a habit haha (would also be neat if Damian had some of his mom's physical features heehee...haha...) Also "it's just us here for a bit." Would anyone else from the batfam be staying there in the future? 🤔

OKAY really want to delve into Damian cutting Bruce off here, since we're mostly in Bruce's POV atm.

Bruce saying that he's happy Damian chose to live with him seems to impose the idea Damian chose Bruce over Talia. From how Bruce thought Talia should "never claim Damian" i don't think that's something Damian wants to hear, especially after Damian already chose not to be on either of his parent's side!!

Batman VS Robin (2022) #4

In the end of his Robin book, Damian says he's still figuring out who he is, so i'm wondering if he's conflicted about losing that independence of being able to carve a path of his own now that he's with Bruce again. Either way, Damian's (VERY CUTE!!) self insert AU story gives us a glimpse of his concerns about his parents and not getting to be a teenager 🥺

ANYWAY. OBSESSED WITH THIS!! HIS COMIC THUMBNAILS!! THE RANDOM ANIME EYES IN THE CORNER!! WELCOME BACK ARTIST DAMIAN 😭

EXPRESSING HIMSELF THROUGH DRAWING FROM GORE/HORROR TO FAMILY/OBSERVATIONS TO EXPERIMENTING WITH MANGA/COMICS!! ALL SO VALID AND WONDERFUL 😭

Damian quoting Alfred and probably cooking something he used to make for him?? i'm crying

Detective Comics (2016) Annual #4

We've really gone from Damian just leaving a reminder for Bruce to restock the fridge to Damian cooking breakfast for the both of them 🥺

THIS IS MY FAV PANEL IN THIS ENTIRE ISSUE LOL fav just eating well, cheeks full of food, so cute!! and Damian sounds like he's referring to when Bruce enrolled him to the school in Metropolis lol Though Bruce's reason was also to benefit Damian, he's better communicating that this time!

Super Sons (2017) #10

LOVE DAMIAN'S ROBIN MOBILE!! glad he's moved on from the batmobile and just got his own - it's very much the opposite too in how it's bright, open, and bulky where the batmobile's dark and sleek!

The last part of the issue showcases Di Meo's action! i was pretty worried about it, because when i first saw his interiors for DC VS Vampires (2021) i barely understood what was happening im so sorry sir 😭 Honestly, it was still jarring but much better! HUGE shoutout to their Letterer Steve Wands, because the SFX and dialogue placement improved the flow a lot!

Final thoughts: GORGEOUS ART, FUN WRITING, I LOVE DAMIAN!! i'm analyzing way too much but i'm just so happy to have an ongoing with Damian again (with a writer that actually! likes him!) 😭 i also think Williamson's getting a better grasp on Damian's voice in this book compared to Robin, since Damian sounded more casual than normal there lol

My hopes are we get those fun stylized panels of Damian's art/comics where we get insight on his headspace similar to the shoujo panels from Robin!! Reunion of Damian and his pets!! And it's still early, but still holding out for Williamson to keep to his word on this!! 👀

#rambling #jfc i didnt expect this to get so long i really thought i was just gonna gush over how adorable Damian is in this issue LOL

[deadmilogecko]

!!!MUTANT MAYHEM SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

mutant mayhem just got released in Australia so I’ve finally been able to watch it and I wanna talk about a theory I have. This theory is that Mikey is the one who is going to be getting the Leo treatment this time around.

mutant mayhem does a very good job of balancing out each of the turtles screen time and they each play an important roll in the film but while I was watching something felt a bit off, the film wasn’t focused on more Leo and Raph’s but rather Leo and Mikey.

evidence from the movie:

In the backstory scene when the humans find out that there are mutants among them Splinter drops the turtles, most are around him but Mikey somehow rolls onto the road and almost gets run over. Fans of previous iterations will know that almost dying is a very Leo-coded thing so it seems odd that they would give it to Mikey.

When the turtles are walking back to the lair they have a moment where Mikey looks out longingly at the human world through a sewer grate before going after his brothers. It’s odd that this scene is just Mikey as we know that all the brothers want to have a life in the human world. The fact that it is just Mikey seems to hint at him having a larger roll within this universe.

Towards the end of the movie there is a scene when Mikey is standing alone looking around. He’s seeing things on fire, people injured while looking for his brothers. There’s ringing in his ears and everything is muffled, at one point he sees Mondo’s in some rubble and assumes he is dead before Mondo shows up at tells him that he’s okay. After that Mikey looks forward and sees Donnie stumbling towards him clearing out of it and has to watch as Superfly throws a car directly at him. This entire sequence seems like a Leo scene so the fact they gave it to Mikey just seems weird unless it’s going to link to something in the future.

At the end of the film it shows the turtles getting ready for their first day of school and once again Mikey is the last one to go, he has this moment where he’s looking back at Splinter and he then drops his mask to show that they’re entering a semi-normal life, in any other context the slow motion of the mask dropping could be taken as Mikey dying . Again this seems like a very Leo-coded scene. WHY DOES MIKEY HAVE ALL THE LEO-CODED SCENES???

In the post credit scene we can see all the brothers at prom, it then zooms out and shows Cynthia Utrom watching them through what I assume are security cameras, they’re all labeled as targets 001 through to 004, MIKEY is target 001. I do actually have a side theory as to why this is the case, when the turtles are getting ‘milked’ Mikey is the one with the most mutagen taken from him so that could be a reason for him being target 001.

evidence from the posters:

Starting with this poster the divide between Mikey and his brothers is really all I have to talk about. I just find it weird that they would give him the main spotlight for this.

THIS ONE is the one I wanna talk about. This is from a series of posters with the turtles weapon next to an ordinary object, the first different thing about Mikey’s poster is that the main focus goes fully across the page whereas the others are all in the centre. Secondly the object the chose were a pair of shoes on a wire which, if you don’t know, represent someone’s death. Which ties into the next poster:

This is again from a series of posters with a drawing of each turtle and than something about them such as Leo’s saying ‘double swords, quadruple anxiety’. Mikey’s says ‘he’ll risk his life for the last slice’. Risk his life? AS IN DEADTH???

all of these posters seem to foreshadow Mikey dying or at least pulling a Leo with a self-sacrificing move in the future and I am scared. Of course I could just be reading into it to much but I know the producers did not just put this stuff in the posters for a few laughs.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my ted talk I hope you enjoyed it :)

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem #mikey tmnt #mikey mutant mayhem #tmnt #tmnt mikey #rant

[candyvenombites]

Mickey and Friends X Madoka Magica

Soul Gems

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It’s been awhile since I’ve posted any of my work and since I finally have a break from school, I decided to do a little something.

It’s no secret for those that have seen my page that I’m a Disney and Madoka Magica fan, so I combined the two.

I drew eight soul gems for Mickey and Friends and I might draw more in the future but for now I’ll show the eight I have.

Before I do show you I will make it clear that yes I did use a templates for something of the drawings. All these templates were free to use templates online. With that out of the way, here ya go!

This soul gem belongs to the mouse man himself! If this gets turned into an actual comic or fanfic then Mickey is the Madoka of the story. He has a lot of love for his friends and wants to help anyway he can, thus giving him the heart shape.

This soul gem belongs to my favorite duck (besides Scrooge). Donald’s soul gem can be looked at in two ways. One is that it’s a rain drop and the other is that it’s a tear drop. Either way, it related to him being a sailor and his water manipulation abilities.

This soul gem belongs to everyone’s favorite clumsy dog dad! Goofy was a hard character to make. Mainly because I didn’t know what theme to give his outfit and gem. I eventually settled on a cross for his soul gem shape, mainly because crosses are used as a symbol of protection.

This dazzling soul gem belongs to our sassy, but kind Daisy. Daisys soul gem does look a lot like Homuras, but she is not the Homura of the story funnily enough. I decided on giving her the Diamond shape, because after all, diamonds are a girls best friend.

This one belongs to our gentle and sweet Minnie. Minnie was another hard character to make, since a lot of her story was made from head-cannons. This design is one I’m really proud of and it makes me happy whenever I see it.

This beautiful orange soul gem belongs to our hyper musical rooster. Despite Panchito not having much in terms of canon backstory, he was one of the more easy characters to make. The reason he was easy is because I knew right away what his abilities would be and what he’d wish for. His personality was also very fun to play with.

It’s time for my favorite green parrot! Josè is probably one of my favorite Disney characters ever, so I had a lot of fun creating his character. I knew exactly what his powers were gonna be, I just had to find a wish and make a backstory that corresponded to it. I hope I was able to do this magical bird justice!

And now we finally got to the Homura of the story! Mister Oswald the Lucky Rabbit! Deciding who was gonna be the Homura of the story was difficult. I went from character to character to decided who would be best, before I settled on Mickeys brother. I’m still working on Oswald’s story, since his relationship with Mickey is way different from Madoka and Homura. However, it’ll be cool once I’m done.

Now this is a rough drawing of what all their soul gems look like when they transform into their magical forms. I plan on updating them soon to look more like accessories like in the anime once I have more time. Here is what I plan to have them look like (These are subject to change)

Mickey: A broach

Donald: An arm band

Goofy: A necklace

Daisy: A gem on a hair accessory

Minnie: A garter

Panchito: A belt buckle

Josè: A bow tie

Oswald: An earring

If you’ve read down this far I want to say thank you. It’s nice to find people who actually take interest in what you’re creating. I hope you all have a wonderful day

💕🍬Stay Sweet🍬💕

#the three caballeros #panchito pistoles #disney #donald duck #josé carioca #art #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #goofy goof #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #daisy duck #Mickey and friends #madoka magika #puella magi magia record #madoka magica au #Madoka Magica fandom #Disney au #duckverse #soul gems #fan works

[nogenderbee]

Hello! I had a silly and cute idea ahxjahjd

May I request a Toya x Male reader (if its not a problem ofc) when they are at school and they're doing some schoolwork in pairs, then, the reader just ask Toya his hand and he draws some little things like some coffees, stars, hearts, etc. And maybe this can be a relationship not stabilized? That would be even nicer shskhdjd

Have a good day/night!

Hello yet again! Of course you can, dear! I think not stabilized relationship means like hidden relationship but it's possible I got that wrong so deep free to tell me ^^" Anyway I hope you'll still like it!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Toya doing school project with male!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @miya-akane @toyaswif3y (not tagging you since you'll get notif either way)

You happened to get school project with Toya. It was pretty good news since you could work with the one you love and not one you don't even like! So right now the two of you were sitting in the library, as you were looking for informations for your project and he was writing down any useful informations.

But searching did take more time than writing things down, so it was just to be expected that he'd be sitting doing nothing for most of the time.

"Maybe I could help you? It'll be easier for you and we'd get the work done quicker."

"It's fine, I'm on good track so I should find something really good soon!"

"As you wish... I won't force it onto you..."

He was noticeably a bit disappointed that he couldn't make it this easier on you and that he had nothing to do right now, he just felt a bit useless there...

He was thinking of grabbing some book but you clearly told him you can get it by yourself so he just sat there, fidgeting with his pen when quite a childish thought came to his mind... he remembered how you drew many little symbols on his hand during classes you found boring and he was caucious for so many days to not accidentally wash it off because he liked it so much! Maybe you'd like it too?

You're not new to Toya's behavior so you quickly noticed him staring at your hand and at his pen, even if it was clear, you still weren't sure since it didn't really expect that from him. Despite that, you figured out asking won't hurt.

"You wanna draw on my hand?"

"Ah, yes I did thought of that... I know I have paper right in front of me but I just remember you doing that tor me and... I thought you may also enjoy it?"

"I'm sure I would. Feel free to do so if you want!"

You responded with a smile and you could swear that his eyes sparkled as he heard your answer! And almost immidietly he gently took your hand in his to make it easier on drawing and began doodling really small images above your wrist level so you could cover it if you'd wish to.

When you finally found something and looked his way, you could see lots of small images, stars, moon, sun, coffee, cookies and even one or two hearts! After all, he wanted to leave something that would clearly say how head over heels he is for you but he still didn't wanted to make your relationship obvious so he only let a few. He seemed to notice you're staring at his work tho and got a little bit nervous...

"It's not too much... is it?"

"No, it's all fine! I love it. I just found something we might want to use in our project!"

Your boyfriend only nodded with that charming smile of his before he moved pen he's holding from your hand, back to the notebook and began writing down whatever informations you gave him.

You on the other hand, couldn't stop admiritjg the little drawings he did. Hearts may be hardly seen but they're there and just the thought of him not being able to resist drawing few of them makes your heart skip a beat~

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#project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader #toya aoyagi #toya aoyagi x reader #project sekai toya aoyagi #project sekai toya x reader #fluff #project sekai fluff #oneshot #project sekai oneshot

[cowboyskeletons]

[kind of long post] i have oak brainrot.

i can't get over the fact that henry barely hugged sparrow. lark gives him a handshake and sparrow hugs him, but henry hesitates, then gives something half-hearted back. something about that just… i'm not sure.

in all of season one, the thing that henry cares about above all else is his two beautiful boys. lark and sparrow, sparrow and lark, his children and treasure no matter what they do or say. they burn down their school one to two classrooms? they become cult leaders? they disobey orders in dangerous situations? they imprison henry and the rest? well, it's not ideal, and they should learn from it, but henry will always love them.

even when he draws the rogue card and lark is doomed to hate him forever. even when lark lashes out at him and insults him and sabotages him and could not care less about him in the slightest. henry is just filled with so much love, and he's used to it being unreciprocated. his father only thinks of him as a disappointment, his mother can't stand to see him or his children. his words will only ever be able to reach one of his children, like that fateful time long ago when sparrow learned a way of love and lark turned it away. but he loves anyway. "i love you." "i love you." "i still love you."

he returns home and he thinks he's safe, thinks he can maybe reconcile with lark, maybe have his love impact someone for once. lark goes up to him, apology on his lips. they embrace. all lark has to say is "sorry." "sorry." once the knife slides into his back, henry knows what for. knows that for the entire time they had been celebrating, that he had been hoping, his son's only thought was of killing him.

they continue on. sparrow grows. lark grows. still his two beautiful boys. no longer the same they once were. sparrow grows tired and passive. lark grows bitter and sullen. henry follows them, supports them, does his best. he'll still be there for them. he still loves them.

they approach the church of the doodler. only an oak can complete the final step. it's henry or one of his kids. he can't do that to them, his beautiful boys.

lark yells at him. it has to be me, lark cries, i'm the one who started all this. it's my fault. henry tries to console him, to stop him, but lark resists. he punches henry in the face, tries to make a run for it. it's your fault too, he amends. it may be my fault but it's your fault too. for not stopping me. you should have been better. you shouldn't have forgiven. you fucked me up! you should have been a better father.

and all henry can do again is to forgive. he accepts that it's his fault and accepts everything because to him, the most important thing is protecting his kids. he loves them. he just wants to keep them safe. he can't let lark do this.

and behind him, lark sits on the throne.

sparrow stops moving and lark says

"sorry."

henry tries to save him but it's too late. a few seconds later lark recovers and tells henry that the only way to save the world is through violence, refuses to say more. "we have to kill it. we're going to fucking kill it."

"okay, i love you."

and henry moves on again. he loves them so much.

soon after, too soon after, sparrow has children, hero and normal, and henry loves them too. he watches them grow up, makes fond memories with them. he can't take them from the shooting range, from the woods "ice cream shop", from everything that lark and sparrow want. he loves, but he is powerless. he watches his grandchildren suffer, hears them cry.

then they twist the world again, abandon innocents, betray their friend.

he loves his boys, but.

he leaves.

and when they come to him, normal in tow with no hero to be seen, his grandson visibly in shambles, clutching a teenage boy's stiffening corpse to his chest--

sparrow hugs his father, but for a moment, henry can only think.

when did it take a turn? when was the last time they hugged? not when he thought he was comforting his child, not after his beautiful boy went through unknown danger. when did he stop hugging them? could he only feel the blade in his back? could he only hear

"sorry." "sorry, father." "apologies." "i'm sorry." "sorry."

as childish eyes betrayed their true passions to all but the love-blinded? did he know how much he gave? did he know how much was taken?

"it's okay to be angry. it's not okay to be cruel."

i think he still loves them. i'm just not sure how much it hurts.

#dndads #dndads spoilers #is this really the first time i use this blog #alright then #originally written at someone who didn't know dndads and also in a blind fugue state so. yeah #lost my train of thought two paragraphs in #we stay swaggy

[giacosketch]

Hi, I'm back and I drew a Chasmosaurus!

Hey hi!

It's been a while, huh? I'm going to dust off this old blog and see how things go. I like being able to archive my work, and having the opportunity to talk about it is also pretty nice :)

So anyways here's something I drew recently;

The Chasmosaurus!

Known for its huge, square like head, the Chasmosaurus is a ceratopsid dinosaur from the Late Cretaceous Period in North America.

Recently i went to the Royal Ontario Museum to film a project for school. While i was there i was looking at the Chasmosaurus mount they had on display.

I've seen it before. I love going to the ROM, and I've always liked this mount. It has a nice bit of motion in the pose. When I saw it, it looked as if the left front leg was raised, like it was mid-stride, and the head being slightly cocked down, as if it was grazing or showing off its massive frill.

Looking at it now, I can tell it's more of a flat pose, but the damage was done. I wanted to draw this!

I went home with the idea in my head, and a day or so later, I whipped up this pencil drawing.

I added a few things that the original fossil didn't have, such as the Chasmosaurus's horns. I'll admit I wasn't sure whether this was a male or female fossil, nor that the horns could've been lost to time on this specimen. I also added spikes/horns on the side of the frills that the original fossil also didn't have. I also included small hints of picpycnofibers on the back of the animal, a trait that many ceratopsians had.

when I was happy with the pencils, I moved onto the inks

I had fun with this. I live streamed the inking process over on my Instagram (@giaccosketch) i used two zebra brush pens to ink this.

and then I cleaned it up in Photoshop

BAM!

Blacked out some of the cross-hatching, as it didn't really translate well in the scan. I also cleaned up some of the lines and scan debris. I think I did a good job!

After I was done, I sent this over to Procreate and coloured it all in. I used a colour palette I made a while back for some fan art.

After some time, the final product came out, and I was really happy with it! This was the first time in a long while that I went through a whole process like this for a piece, and I think I'm going to do it again really soon.

Thanks for reading; I hope you liked what I had to say. See you next time!

#paleoart #dinosaurs #illsutration

[lunathebee]

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x bodyguard!fem!reader

Warning: none

A/n: The relationship in this fic will be a platonic one! Peter is 15 yo and Y/n is in her 20s (Timeline: Homecoming)

Summary: What happens when Peter's class gets a new transfer student? And why does Peter feel so uneasy about her?

MY NAVIGATION

"Dude, I heard our class will get a new transfer student today; do you think it is a girl?" Ned excitedly told Peter, who is too busy stuffing some new study notes in his locker.

For the past few days, he has been trying to balance life and work, hoping nobody suspects a thing or two about him. And what did Ned say again? New girl?

"Oh? yeah yeah, I guess that is cool" Peter said without turning back, and just when he was finally able to close the locker, the bell rang, earning a small sigh from him.

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"Alright class, settle down. As you guys might know, we are getting a new student today. Why don't you introduce yourself, sweetheart?" The teacher flashed a big smile and gestured towards the person standing, shifting the whole class's attention.

"Hi... I'm..Y/n" The woman gives a small wave and scans the whole class until she sees the familiar curly brown hair peeking from afar.

'Gotcha'

Y/n can't help but show a subtle smirk. The kid does look pretty cute. Now she only needs to-

"Hey hun, are you shy? Aww, I understand. Let me find you a seat first, okay?"

Before Y/n could even comprehend what was going on, someone in the class yelled out loud "I HAVE A SEAT HERE!". Who is that anyway? Y/n look at the boy in a polo shirt who has the biggest grin ever on his face. It seems like her plan is ruined, but at least now she can watch Peter from behind.

"Oh dear sorry Ned, but it seems like Flash spoke up first." The teacher gave an apologetic smile and waited for Y/N to go take a seat before starting the class.

"Okay now today we will be learning about...."

The teacher's voice faded out as Peter stared at Y/n; there was something about her that made him feel uneasy. He noticed that ever since she introduced herself, she was looking directly at him! Does no one think that is creepy?

Ned laughed before wrapping his arm around Peter's shoulder and patting his back. "Sorry man, I tried to get her to sit with us, she is so pretty....." Despite Ned daydreaming about Y/N, all Peter can feel is anxious. Sure, she is pretty, but is she hiding something?

His spider's sense has been tingling, and Peter could only hope that it is wrong for once.

*BANG*

Or not.

"EVERYBODY RUN, QUICK QUICK!" Peter rushes everyone out of the classroom after a gunshot shattered the window. He wants to look around and see where it is coming from, but god, he can't focus when everyone is screaming so loud and pushing him on their way.

"Stay back kid"

"Huh-" Before Peter could react, he saw the new student - Y/n, standing straight on the table with two katanas on her back. Where did she get them from? And where did she hide- Ugh, that's not important right now; he needs to get his suit before anyone gets hurt.

Y/N doesn't seem panicked like Peter; she is chatting with the intruder like it is the most boring thing ever.

"What do you think you're doing, being brave and shit, STAY DOWN OR I WILL SHOOT" The guy with a black ski mask yelled, hands still clutching the small gun and aimed it at Y/n.

"Ouch, you kissed your mama with that mouth?" Y/n snaps back before drawing one of her katanas; this man isn't worth fighting for more than ten minutes. 

She was ready to take action when suddenly Peter (now in his Spider-Man suit) jumped in and knocked the gun out of the intruder's hand.

"You shouldn't bring a gun into school man" He said before shooting out a spider's web and sticking the man to the wall, making him unable to move and stay still in defeat.

'Cool okay great..uhh..now I need to call the pol-'

Peter thinks to himself, completely ignoring the person behind him, who is now fuming with rage.

"Hey!" Y/n yelled at Peter; she couldn't believe he didn't listen and stay back like she told him to.

The sudden voice made Peter jump and shoot his spider web at Y/n's hand out of instinct, binding it together.

"HEY!"

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I- wait, no, I-I did that on purpose, who are you and are you trying to kill me?!" Peter tries to talk without stuttering; he wants to know if this girl is a threat.

But now Y/n is really, REALLY mad. She thought this would be an easy job, but it seems like Peter is more than that; this boy just accused her of being the bad guy?? "Fyi, I'm older than you, kiddo. Is that how you treat adults? Kids these days..." Y/n rolled her eyes backward in irritation.

Peter looks even more confused, older? Aren't they the same age?. "Okay I-..uhhh I won't repeat myself again, who.are.you?" He emphasize the last three words while keeping a distance with Y/n, making her laugh out loud.

'What is so funny about this'

'I swear to god if I die protecting this kid..'

Both of them think at the same time while looking at each other. Y/N decides to make a move first. She walks up to the intruder and swiftly gives him an elbow strike, knocking him out easily. Peter watched the whole scene with wide eyes and decided to take a few steps back for his safety.

"Take the phone out of my front pocket" Y/n said while waiting for Peter to do so. The boy pointed at her pants to confirm again if it was the right pocket, which made Y/n chuckle. "Yes genius, go on; I would have taken it on my own if you hadn't tied my hands together like this"

Peter mumbles a small sorry and pulls out the phone, noticing how it's strangely familiar. But before he could ask Y/n about it, the screen lit up with an incoming video call from Tony Stark, so of course Peter did what any reasonable person would do: pick up the call.

"Omg omg Mr.Stark I- this is crazy but-"

Tony is taken back when Spider-Man is the one who picks up the phone; why did he have Y/n's phone? "Peter, slow down and take off your mask; it is hard to hear when you have it on and speak at supersonic speed"

Peter did as Tony told him to, but before he could say another word, Tony cut him off. "If you have this phone, I assume you already know Y/n; where is she?"

Peter holds the phone to where Y/n is sitting with her legs propped up on the table. She waves her hands full of sticky spider's web to Tony as a way of saying hello, earning a small gasp from the older man.

"Y/n! You okay? Peter seriously?"

"I'm fine sir" - "But mr. Stark!"

Y/n and Peter speak up at the same time, earning a groan from Tony. "Only one at a time, please, and you can call me Tony."

Peter can't hide his surreal excitement; is he going to say Mr. Stark's first name? "Ah...well Tony-" 

"Not you kid, I was talking to her"

Ouch. That hurt.

Y/n quickly jumps in to break the awkward silence; the last thing she wants is for her boss and the person she has to protect to get into a fight. "Oh, it's fine, sir, but I think Peter will need you to... explain everything right now; I can wait."

Tony adjusted his glasses and fixed his collar's suit before speaking. "Oh, yes, right. I will say this quick, cuz I have a lot of work to do. Peter, Y/n is your bodyguard-"

"What!?" Peter can't hide his mixed emotions when Tony says the word bodyguard.

"Hey, it's rude to speak when the adult is speaking, okay? She is your bodyguard, but only for a short time. I need someone to look over you and the suit *cough cough* my suit. Got it?" 

Peter pouts. "But Mr. Stark, I can handle everything on my own; I don't need a bodyguard!" He quickly turned toward Y/n. "No offense to you."

Tony look at his watch; this conversation is wasting him too much precious time now. "You need a bodyguard, that's it."

"Why do I need a bodyguard?!"

"BECAUSE I SAID SO. End call"

The video call abruptly ended on Tony's command, leaving Peter to lower his head in shame. Maybe he is overreacting; it is not that bad...right?

Peter, look over to where Y/N is sitting; she is holding her hands up, eyes full of boredom.

"Can you get me out of your web?...please?"

Yea...It might not be that bad.

#tom!spiderman #tom!peter parker #tom!peter x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman fanfiction #tom holland x reader #marvel x reader #marvel spiderman #marvel x y/n #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu fic

[rekiilysm]

ETHEREAL: Ch8

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⇨ 「pairing— steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— IM SO SORRY!! i’ve been super busy lately with school and haven’t been able to write a chapter but here it is!! and there’s only one more chapter/episode until season 2!! anyway, i hope you enjoy this final steveless chapter!」

⇨ 「warnings— swearing, character death (sorry barb), that’s really it」

⇨ 「word count— 3.4k」

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE BATHTUB

After sitting at the police station for a little bit, Joyce and Hopper walked through the door in distress; especially Joyce. "Hey. Jonathan?" she asks him as she walked up to the desk we're sitting at. "Jesus, what... what happened?" she pointed to her son's hands and cuffs.

   "I'm fine," Jonathan reassures his mother as the other officer, Powell, tries to talk with her.

   "Why is he wearing handcuffs?" she questions the officers, wondering what the hell her son got into. I feel bad for Joyce, she doesn't know about the monster and now this? Unless, she does know about it.. somehow.

   "Well, your boy assaulted a police officer. That's why," Callahan explained to her.

"Take them off," Joyce insisted.

"I am afraid I cannot do that," Callahan replied, but Joyce wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Take them off!" she exclaimed. I smiled at her before looking over to Jonathan who sat back awkwardly.

Hopper spoke up, "You heard her. Take 'em off."

Powell walked up behind me, Nancy, and Jonathan, "Chief, I get everyone's emotional here, but there's something you need to see." The three police officers left the building, only to come back a few minutes later with our supplies in hand. Hopper dropped it on the table, making the three of us nervous.

Joyce sat up from her spot next to Jonathan and looked through the box, "What is this?"

"Why don't you ask your son? We found it in his car," Hopper spoke straight.

"What?" Joyce said in shock.

Jonathan scoffed, "Why are you going through my car?"

"Is that really the question you should be asking right now? I wanna see you in my office," Hopper stated. Uh oh.

"You won't believe me," Jonathan replied and I nodded. He definitely wouldn't believe us if we told him what was actually going on.

Hopper got up close and spoke softly, "Why don't you give me a try?" Oh boy, this'll be interesting.

———

Now all three of us were in Hopper's office, and Joyce and Hopper were sitting in front of us. We sat nervously, Jonathan was biting his nails, Nancy was looking down, and I was drumming my fingers on my chair; a habit that I picked up from Dustin. The police officer was holding a picture, examining it before looking up to us. "You say blood draws this thing?"

"We don't know," I said. We're not for sure, but I think we're right.

"It's just a theory," Nancy spoke up.

Joyce then took Jonathan out of the room to talk, and after a few minutes, Hopper left the room as well, leaving me and Nancy alone. We sat in silence for a moment until I decided to speak up. "So... you and Steve?"

Nancy looked up from her lap with wide eyes, "W-what?! No. Not anymore." I nodded. I was going to speak up, but Hopper opened the door quickly to tell us that we needed to leave. Oh boy.

———

After what felt like the longest car ride ever, we finally made it to the Wheeler's house. Hopper started talking about some girl with a shaved head, and my mind immediately went to El. I hope she's okay, and I hope the boys are okay too. We were parked a little bit away from the house, watching a bunch of people put Mike's stuff in their cars. "I have to go home," Nancy said as she watched the men in suits fill their vehicles with her brother's belongings.

"No you can't," Hopper stated, not looking away from his binoculars.

I pat the girl's shoulder, "My mom.. my dad are there." I frown, I know exactly how she's feeling. My brother is out there somewhere in danger and I have no idea where he is.

"They're gonna be okay," Hopper told her, but Nancy had other plans. She began to walk towards her house, but Hopper grabbed her and stopped her. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!"

She tried to shove him off, "Let go!"

"Hey! Listen to me. Listen to me. The last thing in the world we need is them knowing you're mixed up in all this," the officer told her.

"Mike is over there—" she started. They're probably not over there, luckily. I really hope they're not.

Hop sighed, "They haven't found him. Not yet, at least." He pointed to the helicopter flying in the sky. Oh god.

"For Mike?!" Nancy exclaimed with wide eyes.

Hop tried to lead her over to the car, "Come on, get in the car." The three of us were crammed in the back seat, me sitting in the middle of my ex-best friend and my best friend. As Hopper closed his door, he turned to us, "Look, we need to find them before they do. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?"

Nancy shook her head, "No, I don't."

"I need you to think," the officer told the girl. I might have an idea to where they went, but I'm not for sure. I wouldn't want to lead us to where they might not be.

She shook her head, "I don't know. We haven't talked a lot. I mean, lately..."

Joyce looked at us, "Is there any place that your...your parents don't know about that he might go?"

"I don't know," Nancy said again.

I spoke up, "I might." They all turned to me.

"What?" Hopper asked and I sighed.

"I don't know exactly where he is, but I think I know how to ask him. Wherever Mike is, Dustin has to be with him," I tell them. Of course I'm worried about Mike, Lucas, and El, but I just hope that Dustin is okay and with them.

A bit of driving later, we pull up to The Byers' house and quickly get out of the car. We bolt inside and head directly towards Will's room. Nancy stopped and looked around at the destroyed home in shock. Jonathan was the first to barge into his little brother's room, going straight to the desk. I was right behind him, walking right to Will's nightstand, opening all the drawers and scrambling through them to find his walkie. At first we tried mine, but unfortunately it died because I forgot to change the batteries the night before. Joyce got down on the floor and looked under the bed, "I got it." She shimmied her way from the bed. Jonathan and I stopped searching for the found item, turning to Joyce as she stood up.

———

   "Mike, are you there? Mike? Mike, are you there? Answer. Mike, we need you to answer. This is an emergency, Mike. Do you copy? Mike, do you copy? I need you to answer," Nancy pleaded over the walkie. The five of us are now sat in the Byers' living room, nervous if the boys are going to answer or not.

   After a couple of minutes of no answer, Hopper grabbed the walkie from Nancy's hands, "Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you're there, pick up. We know you're in trouble and we know about the girl. We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up. Are you there? Do you copy? Over." There was still silence from the other side of the walkie. Gosh I hope they're okay. Hopper sat the walkie on the shelf near him and turned to us, "Got any other ideas?" He asked, but we all shook our heads.

   "Yeah, I copy. It's Mike. I'm here. We're here," Mike's voice said. All of our eyes lit up, they're okay, and now we can go find them.

———

Hopper dropped me, Jonathan, Nancy, and Joyce off at the woman's home, telling us that he'll bring the kids back safely. Nancy and I had persisted that we went with him, but he made us stay back.

It was now dark, and all four of us were sitting on the couch waiting. My knee kept bouncing, but luckily we didn't have to wait anymore because bright lights came through the window. We all got up quickly and scrambled out of the door. "Dustin!" I exclaimed as the sight of my little brother came to view. He looked over and ran over to me, engulfing me in a tight hug. I hugged him back, thankful that he was safe.

"Mike. Oh, my God. Mike!" Nancy exclaimed, giving her little brother a tight hug as well. "I was so worried about you." They pulled away, but Nancy still had her hands on his shoulders.

"Yeah, uh, me too," Mike said awkwardly, not used to his older sister acting like this. The older Wheeler girl then looked over to El with an eyebrow raised.

"Is that my dress?" She asked and we all looked over to El.

After our reunion, we all sat in the living room while Mike explained the flea and acrobat metaphor. "Okay, so, in this example, we're the acrobat. Will and Barbara, and that monster, they're this flea." Mike pointed to the flea with the pen he was holding. "And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding. Mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space."

"A gate," Dustin said.

"That we tracked to Hawkins Lab," Lucas spoke after Dustin.

"With our compasses," I told them, adding onto what the boys were saying. They all looked confused, so I tried to explain to them as best as I could. "Okay, so the gate has a really stringe electromagnetic field, and that can change the directions of a compass needle."

"Is this gate underground?" Hopper asked, making us all look over to him.

"Yes," El said quietly.

"Near a large water tank?" Hopper asked again, seeming like he knew what we were talking about.

El nodded slightly, "Yes."

"H-How do you know all that?" Dustin asked the chief with a slight stutter.

"He's seen it," Mike stated in realization and our eyes widen.

Joyce spoke up, "Is there any way that you could... that you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this—" She started, but El interrupted her.

"The Upside Down," she said.

"Down—yeah," Joyce whispered.

"And my friend Barbara? Can you find her, too?" Nancy asked the girl, who looked at her.

We then found ourselves at the kitchen table, and El was trying to reach Barbara and Will. There were two pictures of them on the table, and static noise filled the room. The small girl sat in a chair while the rest of us stood up around the table. The lights started to flicker, and El then opened her eyes. She sat there in silence for a moment while we all looked at her. "I'm sorry," she whispered quietly.

"W-what—What's wrong? What happened?" Joyce stuttered.

"I can't find them," El said, her voice breaking. My heart broke for the girl, and also the news. She then went to the bathroom to cool off, and we all waited.

"Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak," Mike explained to everyone.

"The more energy she uses, the more tired she gets," Dustin said along with Mike.

"Like, she flipped the van earlier," Lucas said.

Dustin smiled, "It was awesome."

"But she's drained," Lucas stated.

"Like a bad battery," I said and Joyce sighed.

"Well... H-H-How do we make her better?" she asked, hoping that there would be a way.

"We don't. We just have to wait and try again," Mike said, but everyone else sighed.

"Well, how long?" Nancy asked impatiently.

"I don't know," Mike shrugged sadly.

"The bath," we heard a quiet voice from behind us. We all looked over to see El standing there.

"What?" Joyce questions the girl in confusion.

"I can find them. In the bath," El said, making us all look at each other.

A little while later, we decided it would be best to call Mr. Clarke, who would definitely know what to do. "Mr. Clarke? It's Dustin," my brother said over to phone to his science teacher. I feel bad that we have to call him this late at night, but we don't have another choice. "Yeah, yeah. I just, I... I have a science question.." He paused, letting the teacher talk for a moment. "Do you know anything about sensory deprivation tanks? Specifically how to build one?" He paused for another second, "Fun.." All of us watched as my little brother talked on the phone, hoping that Mr. Clarke would give us answers. "You always say we should never stop being curious. To always open any curiosity door we find. Why are you keeping this curiosity door locked?" He stopped for a moment before grabbing a small notepad and a pencil. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. How much?" He wrote down ingredients for the deprivation tank on the notepad. "Uh-huh. Yep, Alright. Yeah, we'll be careful. Definitely. All right, Mr. Clarke. Yeah, I'll see you on Monday. I'll see you on Monday, Mr. Clarke. Bye," he said, finishing up his notes and hanging up the phone. "Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?" Dustin asked Joyce.

She looked at him in confusion, "I think so. Yeah."

"Good. Then we just need salt. Lord of it," Dustin said.

"How much is 'lots'?" Hopper asked my brother, who looked down at his notepad before looking back up at the chief.

"1,500 pounds," he said and all of our eyes go wide.

"Well, where are we gonna get that much salt?" Nancy asked, shocked as to how much you need for this tank.

We then found ourselves driving to Hawkins Middle, pulling up in front of the gym. We got out of the car, and quickly made our way inside to set up. Lucas, Dustin and I went in the gym and started to set up the kiddie pool. I was carrying the pool, and to be honest, it was pretty heavy. "This damn thing is heavy," I said with a grunt before setting it down on the ground. We then started to open it up, but it was being very difficult.

"Son of a bitch!" Dustin exclaimed as one side kept falling over. I groaned at the dumb kiddie pool, and Lucas grabbed one side of it.

"Pull it back. Pull it back," he said, and we grabbed the other sides as well.

"We are!" Dustin said.

"One, two, three," Lucas said before we all tried to pull it out and lay it down. "Shit!" Dustin exclaimed at the stupid thing. I grunted at the pool as well, feeling fed up with it.

Nancy and Mike then came in with hoses a bit after we tried to hold up the pool. Mike set the hoses in the pool and it started to fill up, "Colder!" Lucas yelled to Nancy while holding a thermostat in the water. "Warmer!" Lucas yelled again to Nancy, who was controlling the water temperature. "Right there!" Lucas yelled to her one last time.

Jonathan and Hopper then walked in with a bunch of salt, beginning to pour it into the water. After pouring some in, Dustin got an egg carton out so we could see if it was enough salt. The egg should've floated, but there wasn't enough salt. The boys and I groaned in disappointment while we watched the egg sink to the bottom. Jonathan and Hopper got more salt and added it to the water, and luckily, it made the egg float. Dustin smiled to himself and the boys punched his arms lightly with smiles on their faces as well. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and hugged him, feeling proud.

Mike got out his walkie, setting it on a table next to the pool. He turned it on, the sound of static filling the room quickly. El put on the goggles that Joyce had made her before stepping into the pool and lying back. The lights flickered for a moment before turning off completely. We all looked at each other before looking back at El. "Barbara?" she said out loud, making us all perk up. The lights then began to flicker, looking like they're pulsating before turning off again.

"What's going on?" Nancy asked looking around.

Mike shrugged, "I don't know."

Nancy began to panic, "Is Barb okay? Is she okay?" She asked the girl, fear spreading all over her face.

"Gone. Gone. Gone," El kept repeating in fear. Nancy held a hand up to her mouth as she started to cry. I frowned at her, feeling her pain of losing her best friend. It's like you lost half of yourself, and you couldn't do anything to stop it. Joyce starts to reassure El, but she was still freaking out. "Gone!" She screamed, but Joyce was quick to her side.

"It's okay we're right here. We're right here, honey. It's okay. I got you," Joyce said as she grabbed one of her hands. "Don't be afraid. I'm right here with you. It's okay. It's okay, you're safe." She kept on reassuring her, and she calmed down.

"Castle Byers?" El said, making Joyce look over to Jonathan. "Will?" she said again, making Joyce gasp. A small gasp also left my lips as I watched the girl, hoping for her to say something else.

"You tell him... tell him I'm coming. Mom is coming," Joyce told El.

Everything was silent for a moment until a faint, familiar voice came from the walkie. "Hurry." It was Will.

"Okay. Listen, you tell him to-to stay where he is. We're coming. We're coming, okay? We're coming, honey," Joyce said, tears in her eyes. The boys and I look at each other before looking back at El. Then we started to hear whimpering on the radio before the girl shot up from the water with a gasp. She took off the goggles and was breathing heavy. "I got you. It's okay. I got you. I got you," Joyce told her softly, wrapping her arms around her shivering body.

A little bit later, the boys and I sat around El, who had a towel around her. I had got her one before she stepped in the pool so she would have something to warm her up afterwards. Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan were standing up talking. "So this fort. Where is it?" Hopper asked while putting on his jacket.

"U-uh, it's in the woods behind our house," Joyce said.

"Yeah, he used to go there to hide," Jonathan nodded. Hopper then began to walk away, but the Byers followed him to his car. I rubbed El's arms to try and warm her up, but I noticed that Nancy wasn't here at all.

I stopped rubbing her shoulders, "I'm gonna go find Nancy. You guys keep her warm and safe, all right?" I stood up from the bleachers and they nodded to me. I then looked over to El and smiled at her before walking away. I wandered down the halls for a minute, but I eventually found Nancy and Jonathan sitting next to each other on the ground in silence. I sat next to Nancy, hugging my knees to my chest while also sitting in silence.

"We have to go back to the station," Nancy spoke up. Jonathan and I give her a confused look.

"What?" I asked her.

"Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there. And we can't just sit here and let it get them, too. We can't," she said, making a good point.

Jonathan sighed, "You still wanna try it out?"

"I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it," she said looking at the two of us. I nodded along with her. I wanted to kill this thing too.

Without telling the kids, we left the school and drove to the police station to get our supplies we had gotten a earlier. Once we got there, we snuck in quietly, trying to grab attention to ourselves while we walked by an officer watching TV. As the three of us reach Hopper's office, Jonathan goes in and grabs the box of monster hunting supplies. He quickly rushes out and Nancy grabs a fire extinguisher before we all get out of the station to kill this thing.

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[smoothshine]

2022: greatest hits

@roseofbattles thanks for the tag! 💕

Not the easiest task you gave me here, ahah, but here are the points I'm definitely grateful for this year:

1. Changed a studying program and got accepted into a new (my current) university!! I was previously in a medical school, but this year I decided to change both my uni and a studying program (gonna ba a clinical psychologist now yaaaay!!). Both my physical and mental health improved a lot after this change, and I got to meet a lot of new wonderful people, while also still staying in contact with some of my folks from the previous studying place.

2. Got more opportunities to spend time with my very close friends - for quite some time we were all caught up in our studies and haven't seen each other in a long while, but I feel like this year we became even closer than before. I love them with all my heart and soul, and I'm looking forward to spending the next year by each other's side.

3. I got back into drawing and started my own blog! I had a strong art block for the past year and a half, for several reasons, but still. It felt so satisfying to pick up my favorite hobby again, and moreso to be able to draw for the fandom I'm currently into x) Huge thanks to each and every person who supported me until this point, I always enjoy reading all your lovely comments in the tags and just talk about stuff with everyone who feels like it! 🥺 💛

4. Which leads me to the next point - FMA (and especially Royai) fandom - thank you all so much for all the encouragement and positivity and just for being such an awesome and welcoming community of cool people!! Special shout out to my dear tumblr pocket friends and my lovely Discord people, you guys absolutely rock 😎💕

5. My health improvement! - I was able to get my final big eye surgery, so I hope I won't have to go back to this stuff next year and that I'm finally leaving this part of my life behind.

6. Movies, books, fics and music - all this stuff gave me a lot of strength and inspiration during the year, well, especially the latter two, not gonna lie, ahah. I guess it's partially related to the fandom point, but especially music always has played a pretty big role in my life, and, since I got an honor to meet such incredible writers in 2022, I wanted to mention this point separately as well:)

I'm afraid I won't be able to get to 10, but anyway x)) This year with all honesty was a rough one for me in many aspects, but I'm glad I still have all these good things that I got and can share with you all.

Tagging all these beautiful people more as an act of appreciation, hehe, but I would love to read your lists if you feel like doing them too! (Upd: some of you already did, but I wanted to tag you anyway, it's my equivalent of a forehead kiss, *muah* ✨️)

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Happy New Yeat everyone, very excited to see what it holds for us all:)

#ask stuff #just good vibes ✨️ #love you all dearly <333

[motownfiction]

fountain pen

In seventh grade, all three homeroom teachers – Ms. Dupont, Mr. Pelka, and Mrs. Chapin – decide to do Secret Santa. There are sixty-four students in the seventh grade, an even number, and it seems like a fun idea. They put a three-dollar cap on the presents, which seems fair. They’re just kids, after all, and allowance only gets you so far after you buy your bubble gum and Coca-Cola at the corner store. Will is more than happy with the three-dollar cap, especially since he’s pretty sure he’s going to get someone he doesn’t know very well.

And then, like God is smiling down on him, Will draws Lucy’s name out of Mr. Pelka’s hat.

Maybe God is actually frowning down at him.

At first, being Lucy’s Secret Santa sounds like a dream. They’re already friends. Will is already buying her a gift, and this is just an excuse to buy another one. If he buys her two gifts, then she’s twice as likely to thank him … to smile at him, to maybe even hug him if she feels like it. But it’s not a hug he’s after. It’s not a confession of her undying love, though in his dreams, Will’s pretty sure he’d like that. Really, he just wants to make her happy. And he thinks he knows how.

So he buys a fountain pen at the mall.

It’s above the three-dollar cap, but it’s for Lucy. When Lucy is on the line, there’s no such thing as a price limit. Will’s going to spend anything – anything his parents will let him. He’s kind of surprised they’re so willing to help him out with the fountain pen. His sister, Sarah, jokes that the reason they’re so supportive of the gift is because they hope it finally convinces Lucy to feel the same way about Will.

“They’re tired of listening to you pine,” Sarah says, and Will shoves her, though he doesn’t disagree. He’s tired of pining, too.

The last day of school before Christmas vacation finally rolls around. It’s time for the Secret Santa exchange. Will’s heart skips a few beats as he picks up the bag from his lap … and then it falls right out of his chest and straight through the floor.

See, the night before, he thought it would be a good idea to put ink in the pen already. That way, Lucy could just get to writing – her favorite thing in the world.

But the ink bled right through the gift bag.

And it bled right through to Will’s uniform pants.

He knows people are laughing at him, but he doesn’t have time to care. He runs right out of the classroom, lungs burning. There are footsteps coming up from behind him. It’s probably Mr. Pelka, about to yell at him for leaving the classroom without a hall pass. But when he turns around, it’s not Mr. Pelka. It’s not a teacher at all.

It’s Lucy.

“Hi,” she says.

Will snorts.

“Hi,” he says. “What are you doing out here?”

Lucy shrugs.

“I wanted to check up on you,” she says. “It’s not everyday you bolt out of a classroom.”

“Yeah. No kidding.”

Lucy twirls a lock of her hair around her index finger. Someday, Will won’t be able to believe he never took this as a sign she might have had a crush on him, too. But for now, he’s as oblivious as ever.

“Sam told me it had something to do with my Secret Santa present,” Lucy says. “He said you were supposed to be my Secret Santa.”

Will rolls his eyes.

“Sam,” he mutters. “He can’t even let me have my own Secret Santa.”

“He’s just like that,” Lucy says. “But, um, anyway. What … what was the present supposed to be?”

Will sighs loudly.

“It’s a fountain pen,” he says. “I tried to put ink in it the other night so you wouldn’t have to worry about it, but apparently, that’s not how it works.”

Lucy laughs. It’s a warm sound, and Will thinks he could fall asleep right beside it.

“Guess not,” she says. “Do I … do I still get it? Once I help you clean up?”

“Oh, sure,” Will says. “I don’t know anybody else who’d want one of these things. I guess I get why they went outta style.”

“Yeah. Not too good with pants.”

She laughs again, and Will sighs again. Lucy grins and holds out her hand. She’s leading him to the bathroom. Will’s not sure if it counts as truly holding hands, but for now – with ink on his pants and doubt in his heart – he’ll take it.

“For what it’s worth, I really like the idea of having a fountain pen,” Lucy says. “You know, since I’m kind of a writer.”

“You’re a writer,” Will says, and because she’s a writer, he knows she can hear the difference and understand.

“Yeah. Why are you always doing such nice things for me? I don’t deserve it.”

Will takes a beat. He’s not sure either of them really believes that, but he’ll play along.

“You deserve it,” he says. “I don’t deserve this, but you deserve it.”

Lucy’s grin is brighter than the Christmas lights strung up on the doorway to the bathroom. It’s the boys’ room, and Lucy’s not allowed in. But she muscles her way in, anyway, just like Lucy always does. Will thinks he loves her a little more that day.

Thank goodness for exploding cheap Christmas gift bags and exploding fountain pens.

(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day xxiii!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: will o'connor #ch: lucy callaghan #ship: c'est la vie say the old folks #year: 1979

[blouptalking]

Happiness

Shuuzou Oshimi

10 volumes (completed)

drama, horror, supernatural, vampires

TW: gore, blood, dead bodies, torture

“Nothing interesting in happening in Makoto Ozaki’s first year of high school. His life is a series of quiet humiliations: low-grade bullies, unreliable friends, and the constant frustration of his adolescent lust. But one night, a pale, thin girl knocks him to the ground in an alley and offers him a choice. Now everything is different. Daylight is searingly bright. Food tastes awful. And worse than anything is the terrible, consuming thirst. The tiny shames of his old life have been replaced by two towering horrors: the truth of what will slake his awful craving and high school itself.”

(source: Kodansha USA)

Story: 8/10

Happiness had a great beginning. The first five volumes were very exciting, however, everything collapsed with volume six. We leave volume five with a massive cliffhanger and you're like omg what's going to happen now?!? but then you get to the next chapter and there’s a weird ten years time skip out of nowhere. The whole volume six focuses on this time skip and we have the feeling to read a whole new story. There's also this new character that's being introduced, but holy shit, what a useless, boring man. Afterwards, it gets a little weird but better. The ending's not so great, but I'm not surprised. I noticed that in these types of stories it’s very difficult to create a good ending that would please the reader and answer all the questions. So I didn’t get any hopes up, it was ok-ish I’ll say. Overall the story is good but there’s a lot of missing elements and the story line feels messy.

Cast: 6/10

Not a single mentally stable person in this entire cast. I really liked the characters, they were all very interesting (aside from Sudo). Nora was supposed to be one of the main characters, but she was missing from the story and I felt the same way about Okazaki. It seems to me that the real main character was Gosho, which is weird because in the story she's just some random girl that got caught up in some vampire drama. Anyway, the cast is fine. The antagonist is more than just mean or evil, this man is straight up the devil. He has no real reason for all the awful things he did, that kind of baffled me.

Art: 10/10

Amazing, beautiful, show stopping, spectacular. The way the mangaka is able to draw the thoughts and feelings of his characters in each pages is amazing. We really can feel and see the pain and how much they struggle. The multiple references to Van Gogh's Starry Night are also amazing.

Enjoyment: 5/10

I received the first two volumes as a gift a few years ago and I finally decided to read the manga yesterday evening. I liked it so much that I ended up reading the scans, but I feel like I got my hopes up a little bit too much. Like I said, it all goes down after volume five and the end didn't satisfy me enough for me to give it more than 5/10.

Overall: 6/10

#Happiness #ハピネス #manga recommendation #manga review #book recommendations #manga #shonen #drama #horror #vampire #bloup review