#honestly how can he look like a painting in every single shot???

[moremaybank]

WORK OF ART — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x fem!reader

summary one day, you enter the compound in search of rebekah, but you can't seem to find her. what you do find, however, is a surprise waiting for you in her older brother's bedroom.

warnings 18+, masturbation, unprotected sex (klaus pulls out), cum play (kinda), voyeurism, feeding (let's be real, we'd all let klaus drain us of every single drop of blood we have)

author's note request was sent in our chat, but i'm so sorry for the wait, love! i hope you like it!

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you sauntered into the common area of the compound as you searched for rebekah, "bex? you in here?"

when you failed to receive an answer, you began to make your way up the stairs. you reached the top level and approached the closed doors that belonged to each of the mikaelson siblings that took residence in new orleans. while walking down the hallway, you heard the faint grunts and moans leaking through the crack of klaus's bedroom door. and once you fathomed just what was being said, your steps came to a halt right in front of the doorway.

"oh, y/n. just like that, love. take all of me, just like i know you can."

your eyes widened. you peeked inside through the sliver of space, and your gaze fell upon klaus, thick cock in hand as he stared at an easel at the foot of his bed. he closed his eyes, throwing his head back momentarily as he let out another loud grunt. "god, you take me so well. your cunt is swallowing me whole."

you felt slick pooling between your thighs as you watched klaus's hand jerk his cock without remorse, twisting and pulling as he tried to reach his orgasm. you were beginning to run hot, losing air as you became mesmerized by klaus's filthy actions.

the thought that he had moaned your name earlier hadn't been lost on you. in fact, it drove you closer to arousal. you always knew that klaus had a crush on you, but you'd assumed it was just a thing he did, as you had seen him flirt shamelessly with countless other beautiful women. but now that you knew you were who he was thinking of while he was getting himself off...it changed everything.

you inched closer and closer to klaus's door as you heard him about to release, but your weight shifted and caused a creak to erupt from the hardwood floor. you cursed to yourself as klaus's head shot up, his eyes landing on you as he scrambled to cover himself with his sheets. the shock was apparent in his expression as he internally panicked.

how the hell was he supposed to get out of this one?

"y/n...i— i didn't hear you come in," he stammered nervously.

"yeah...i uh, i figured," you responded. you hesitantly walked inside of his bedroom, treading carefully in case he decided to throw you out. but as you entered, klaus made no effort to do so. " it wasn't my intention to spy on you, just so you know. i just heard my name, and...yeah."

you approached him, closer still, and your eyes trailed over to the easel you had noticed earlier. now that you were in front of it, you could see that it was a beautifully crafted painting. of you. the lines were perfect, the strokes of his paintbrushes meticulously placed as they outlined a beauty you didn't know you possessed. then again, you were well aware of klaus's god-given abilities to pull beauty from even the darkest of themes.

"it's not what it looks like, love. i promise you. i assure you i'm not some sort of creep that—"

"—klaus, really. it's okay. really, the painting is gorgeous. i honestly don't know how you made me look like that," you said, noticing how red his face had grown. "and i don't think you're creepy. i was actually thinking that...maybe i could help you out...with that."

klaus watched as your hand motioned over to the aching hard-on poking up through his sheets. although he was petrified that you had found him in this compromising of a position, he couldn't help the smirk that grew on his face.

the same smirk that now caused the heat to flare up in your cheeks.

"is that so?" he questioned, letting you reel him in.

you sat beside him on the bed, giving him a smug grin of your own, "wanna find out?"

before you could read the expression written on his face, you were flat on your back atop his plush mattress. klaus towered over your frame as his hands found the collar of your shirt. you felt a harsh tug, and soon your almost-bare skin was exposed to the air. he did the same with your bra, splitting it down the middle and letting the cool breeze of the air conditioning perk your nipples up.

"so gorgeous, darling," he spoke, his hands running up your torso to cup your breasts in his large, warm palms. he kneaded them in his hands, his thumbs circling each of your nipples. "i can only imagine how pretty your cunt is."

"so much talking. are you gonna fuck me or what, mikaelson?" you questioned. you bit your lip as your eyes trailed down to his cock. it was still standing tall and proud, and you practically drooled. it was so pretty. the tip was red, assumably angry from the loss of his high, and thick, too. your walls clenched, the excitement of how euphoric it would be to have him massaging your walls.

"i will if you behave," he commanded, his lips trailing wet kisses between the valley of your breasts as he made his way down your body. he quickly undid the button of your jeans, peeling them off your legs one by one. when he was finished, his hand cupped over the thin fabric that hid your core from him. he felt the growing wet patch atop your entrance, and he grinned at you smugly. "hm, looks like i'm not the only one that has been lusting after someone they shouldn't be," he chuckled.

"shut up already," you spoke, your hand wrapping around his neck and tugging his lips to yours. your lips met in a searing kiss, filled with a borderline unhealthy mix of desire and impatience. your tongues danced, and you felt a warmth flow through your body. his lips were like candy, and you didn't think you could ever get enough.

klaus let the fingers of one hand hook into your panties and pulled them off you. he collected your slick, spreading it through your folds as it made its way up to your clit. he circled it gently, feeling your hips roll into them with desperation.

you pulled away, "no teasing, klaus. please. i need you."

"you're so pretty when you beg me, sweetheart," he rasped, his lips trailing down to your neck. he was quick to find your sweet spot and sucked a love bite into the skin there, marking you as his, even if it was only temporary.

without warning, he sunk his fingers into your core. his fingers instantly found a medium pace in an attempt to egg you on. but you weren't having it. if he wanted to provoke you, you'd do it right back.

two can play at that game, mikaelson.

"if you don't start fucking me in the next five seconds, i promise you i'll find someone who will. maybe i'll ask kol."

klaus's head came up from your neck, and the look on his face told you that you were successful.

"you're going to regret that, love."

in the blink of an eye, you were practically bent in half. your legs were wide open, your toes pointing outward from each of your sides, and your knees were pressed against the sides of your breasts. klaus pushed your limbs down as far as they could go, and without a word, his cock slammed all the way into you, hitting your cervix.

you cried out at the sudden intrusion and found him smirking down at you as he began to fuck you.

"hold your legs. keep them here," klaus ordered, and you obeyed him.

your hands found the backs of your knees as you kept yourself in the position he bent you into. you then felt one of his hands wrap around your throat for leverage as he rutted into you without remorse. his other hand rubbed at your clit harshly, allowing a feeling of ecstasy to flow through you.

"nothing to say, darling? where'd all those words go?" he questioned as he continued pummelling into you roughly.

"s-shit," you whined out, biting your lip as your eyes watched klaus's cock punish your pussy. you could feel how wet you were, the slick completely drenching the skin of your inner thighs, klaus's length, and the tops of his thighs as well.

the sounds coming from your's and klaus's junction filled the room, the wet squelching sounding so erotic and heavenly to your ears.

klaus tugged your head upward, closer to his face as he peered down at you. "eyes on me, love. you'll watch me if you want to cum. i'm not too kind to take your orgasm away from you and make this all about me."

he leaned his forehead against yours, ensuring that your gaze would remain on him as he kept up with his merciless pace.

"fuck. you feel so damn good, klaus. fuck me harder; need it so bad."

"beg me. you know how i adore the sound of your pleading," he replied. "beg me, and i'll make you cum so hard your life flashes before your eyes."

"destroy me, klaus. ruin me for anyone else. please, i'll do anything. please," you cried.

if it were even possible, you felt him bend you even further, with your ankles almost at your head, as he sank into you deeper and deeper. your legs began to tremble when his cock started to rub against your g-spot. with one of his hands back on your clit, the coil deep in your belly began to burn as you approached your orgasm.

"yes, klaus. oh my god. shit," you panted as you clung to him.

klaus surged forward, his head dipping down to adorn your neck with more love bites, and soon enough, you felt his fangs sink into your sensitive skin.

you shivered with a loud, high-pitched cry as you felt the coil snap like a rubber band. heat sizzled throughout your body as klaus continued drinking from you and fucking you through your orgasm, and your nails scraped down the skin of his back.

"cum on me, baby. paint me with your cum. wanna watch you," you begged.

he drew his fangs from your skin, continuing to rut into you as he chased his own high. he let out a throaty groan, abruptly pulling out and painting the flesh of your tits and stomach with his release. he jerked himself as he let himself feel it, and you were in awe of how majestic he looked as he came.

"there. my own personal masterpiece," he heaved with a knowing grin.

"that was so fucking sexy," you rasped.

he grinned, leaning over to his bedside table and grabbing a tissue, using it to clean you up. you made grabby hands at him once he finished, and he let you pull him into your arms. your legs wrapped around his midsection, pulling his skin flush to yours. your lips met, swollen and still needy, although your climaxes tired your bodies out. even after the

suddenly, he pulled away but kept his body on yours as his eyes searched yours. his finger trailed over your collarbone absentmindedly, feeling your smooth skin beneath it.

"what is it?"

"i..." he trails off, hesitating for a moment. but then he swears he can see a glimmer of hope in your eyes as if you're willing him to confess how he truly feels about you. so, he decides to shove his doubts aside and take the leap. "i don't want this to be just a one-time thing."

"you don't?" you questioned.

"no. i love you, y/n. i can't stand the thought of anyone else having you. i want you to be mine."

you beamed at him, so wide that it made his undead heart flutter in his chest, and you rolled both of your bodies over so that klaus's back was now against the mattress.

"maybe we should turn her away," you said, your head motioning over to the portrait that klaus painted of you. "i don't want her judging me for all the things i'm about to do to you."

a familiar smugness painted over his features as he looked up at you, "oh, really?"

"mhm. she's going to think i'm downright filthy," you replied. "and, if it wasn't clear, i love you too."

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Longing (sex and zombies-chapter 3)

(all chapters here)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- A girl can dream right?

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI, though no actual smut in this chapter, it is still suggestive.

“Hunny, why on earth would you sleep in that thing?” Lori brushed your hair out of your face. She treated you like her kid. It kind of threw you off. Seeing as you daydreamed about her husband and all. Whether she could tell or not it didn’t show. 

But she’d cut your hair. Clean your clothes. Check on you like a mom. And the weirdest part is that you liked it. Made you feel safe. Well, not the same safe that Rick or Daryl made you feel. But one that comforted you in a way only a mom could. 

“Daryl was snoring.” you give her a weak smile and follow her into the house. 

“Go shower sweetie, your hair is all funky. Shane just finished up.”

She motioned upstairs. You could use a shower. She was right. “I’ll go grab my clothes-” 

“Already did,” she handed you the pile she’d picked out. Like you were in third grade again. Mom picking out your outfit. You glanced at Rick who was grabbing a plate of food. 

You mumbled a thank you and headed to the shower. Passing Shane on the way down. 

“Princess sleep ok last night?” he teased and ruffled your bed head some more. You rolled your eyes but continued up the stairs. 

Maggie was criss cross applesauce on her bed when she spoke, “We saw you you know.” She didn’t look up from her toes. 

“Who?” You leaned against her doorway. 

“You and Daryl. In the truck” 

“Not who did you see. Who is ‘we’?” 

“Oh.” She looked up at you. “Me and Glenn.” The slightest blush found her cheeks.

Whatever. Word was bound to get around at some point. It was honestly impressive that you'd kept it on the low for as long as you had. You shrugged. 

“Want yours?” She motioned to the nail polish bin on her bed. 

“After?” You motioned to the shower and she nodded. 

There was still steam from Shane’s shower. It smelled like man, maybe old spice, something delicious. You washed your hair, combed the conditioner through. Letting the water wash away your thoughts of Daryl and the smell of the leather truck seats.

Taking the sweetest smelling body wash you could find, velvet cupcake something or other, you scrubbed every inch of your body. Down to your bare toes. 

You dried off and dressed in the very modest Jeans and t-shirt that Lori had picked out.You skipped the bra, throwing it onto Maggie’s bed instead. Maggie painted your toenails a bubble gum pink. She was sweet to you, treated you like a sister. It clearly came easy to her. 

“Sooo… was he any good?” She asked with a smirk. 

You didn’t want to smile but it happened anyway. 

She smacked your arm lightly. “You dirty little-“

You chuckled, rubbing the spot she’d hit. 

“Maggie! Beth!” Hershel called from the main level. 

“You better tell me more later.” She whispered and shot off the bed heading downstairs. You followed after. Not without a quick spray of perfume from her dresser though. Now that you smelled like a cupcake and marshmallows, maybe Rick would be even more inclined to let his touch linger on your back as he walked by. Or lean down to talk in your ear when you pretended you couldn’t hear him that well. A girl can dream right?

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Two pancakes. One egg. Handful of Raspberries. Breakfast was amazing. You couldn’t lie, Carol could cook. Shane dipped his pancake in your syrup earning a playful scowl from yourself. 

“How’s the cushions in that pickup ?” He asked, a flirty grin forming on his face. “They uh,” his gaze glanced at Daryl from across the room, “...nice and comfy?” 

He knew too. Jesus Christ. Not a single secret could be kept on this damn farm. 

“Comfier than your bed...” you mumble under your breath. But he heard. Earned you a kick under the table too.You glared at him but your smile escaped anyway.

“They were fine thanks for asking,” you straightened up and said a little louder, letting Daryl and Lori both hear the answer to the question they’d clearly heard. 

“Slept like a baby.” You made eye contact with Daryl. He grunted and ate another pancake. 

“You gonna help me n’ Rick with that barn?” Shane changed the subject. 

“Mhm” you nod with a mouth full of pancake. 

“Alright we’ll meet you out there in 20?” He got up and patted your shoulder. Shane didn’t need an answer,he knew you'd be there in 10. 

It was hot. The sun was already blaring down on the field. Everyone was outside, gardening, washing clothes. Doing anything to help keep busy. 

Gravel crunched beneath your shoes as you rounded the little barn.

“I thought you were gonna stay inside, and help the Greene’s?” Rick asked as you approached his work bench behind the barn. 

“Shane wanted me here.” 

“Is that right?” His eyebrow raised.

You nod. 

“Okay well you're sanding then” It was clear he was trying not to smile as he shook his head.

You helped the men with the barn. Mostly sanding boards and grabbing tools. Sometimes Shane would make you climb up there with him to hold something in place while he hammered. Lori brought out some sandwiches and water at lunch. You laid on the roof soaking in the heat of the day. Your shirt became shorter and shorter as you lifted it up your stomach. Allowing the sun to warm as much skin as possible. 

You eavesdropped on the conversation below you. Starting out rather innocent until Shane brought up the truck. 

“You know they did it last night right? Good ol’ make up sex,” he bit another piece of his sandwich off. 

“Shh man she can hear you” Rick shushed the man. 

“Nah she can’t. She’s in her own little world up there trust me.”

 A long pause. Rick pretended not to care. But he wasn't doing a great job.

“Did you see them?” He finally asked.

“Nah but Glenn told me he saw Daryl dragging her over there and then, well the damn truck started shaking man” 

“And this is relevant how?” 

“Oh come one, if he could pull her? You could have your way with her too. I’m sure she’d let you,” he paused. 

“…little cocktease like her, roaming around the camp in her short shorts and you’re telling me you haven’t even thought about it?” 

No answer. 

“Not even when she wears them little sundresses?”

“I’m married.” 

“We’ll I ain’t. And goddamnit Ricky I wanna taste that sweet- “

“Shane!” 

Shane laughed and you couldn’t help but smile up at the clouds. Rick didn’t say no. You knew he’d thought about it. Maybe in Atlanta before. Maybe in the closet. Maybe on another run or hike through the woods. Even just around the farm when you’d catch him looking at your chest, glistening from sweat. His gaze dipping lower, going as far as to notice there wasn’t a bra underneath your tank top. 

After lunch, Shane nailed another board into the roof. How long would this take? You were starting to sweat. 

“You gonna tell me about it or make me torture it outta you?” Shane asked looking up at you. Confused, you raise an eyebrow. He licked his lips.

“Daryl? Really?”

You rolled your eyes. 

“Musta been good if you forgave him already,”

"I haven't." But you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I mean how was he? Honestly I thought the kid was a virgin. Beats me.” He hammered another mail. “Did you… did he make you… you know?”

“God Shane!” You smacked his forearm. 

“Aw come on baby girl, I’m just teasin’” His voice lowered, so Rick wouldn’t hear him from the ground. A tiny smile pulled at your lips as you looked up at the man. Your mind wandered to thoughts of him and Rick both taking you in the back of some clothing store, out on a run. Their hands and mouths torturing your body, earning those sounds you couldn’t ever keep in. A fantasy that you’d had the time to perfect in your couple days of sulking in solitude. 

Around the fire that night you laid your head in Shane’s lap, facing Lori and Rick. Both of whom seemed a little annoyed by it. Shanes hand rubbing your scalp and playing with your hair mindlessly as he kept a conversation with Dale about some part he needed for the RV. 

You thought about how you’d probably end up sleeping in the truck again. You were too sore to let Daryl even think about dragging you for another “walk”. 

Lori took Carl to bed. The other women shortly after. It was just you, Rick, Daryl, and Shane. Wonderful. Tension in the air thick as honey, you felt it was your best bet to try and escape. 

“Night” you try to leave the fire pit but Shane grabs your hand bringing you back down next to him. 

“Where do you think you're going?”

“Bed.” you brush him off again. 

“Who’s?” He looked at Daryl briefly. Then to Rick. Then back to you. 

“Ugh,” you couldn’t even help the scoff that left your mouth. What an instigator. 

Leaving the three men to talk amongst themselves, you grabbed Daryl’s spare sleeping bag and his pillow and walked along the driveway down to the truck. Setting up a cozy little nest. It would have to do. 

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You woke up early. The birds chirping in the trees couldn’t help but make you smile. You slipped your shoes on and went for a walk around the house. Went to the stables. Quick hello to the horses. Then circled back to Daryl’s tent. You needed some new clothes.

Stepping into the tent, Daryl’s back peaked through his sleeping bag. Eyeing his tattoo and the scars covering his shoulder blade, you grabbed your whole bag, you’d go to the house to change. Let the man sleep. Not that he normally let you. 

Everyone wanted to join the run that day. For the motorhome part. If Hershel wanted your group gone, then you would need a reliable ride. And the RV had been acting up lately according to Dale. So the run was for car parts and batteries. And if you were lucky maybe a vibrator. That’d help keep you out of anyone's tent. 

Reluctantly, you were allowed to join the run. 

“Sweetie you’ve had a tough couple weeks, maybe you should rest here?” Lori suggested. Looking for Sophia, the guys at the bar. And then… well, another run in with random men who’d probably want to hurt you, had they been smart enough to open the closet door. 

“I am over rested at this point” you groan. 

“She’ll be good, little fresh air never killed no one” Shane responded. Rick nodded in agreement. 

“I’ll come too,” Maggie, out of breath, jogged up to the truck, surrounding the little group. “Daddy made me a list so…”

“Alright that’s enough then. Otherwise we’re leaving your father to protect the place all alone.”

You, Daryl, Rick, Shane, Dale, Glenn, and Maggie now. Kind of a big group for a little run. But everyone was getting antsy at the farm. Andrea was only alright with it after being told she could do gun training with the Greene’s that day. 

No luck with the vibrator. Not that you’d expected it. But it woulda been a nice surprise. In fact, the run had been kind of a bust. Dale hadnt found the part he needed, and a hoard of walkers came through the town, blocking you all in the dealership. Forced to wait it out. Thankfully it wasn’t going towards the farm. But you waited for what seemed like hours. Glenn and Maggie had disappeared to the break room. Shane and Dale were caught up in conversation about lord knows what. You couldn’t see them, hidden in one of the display cars. You were sitting right next to Rick on the ground of the dealership, behind the receptionist desk. Everyone hidden from the walls. No walkers could see in. 

“You don’t have to sleep in that thing, ” Rick scratched at a splotch of dirt on your pant leg. “Shane said his tent has room.” Of course he would. He’d offered his tent up even before the farm. And honestly, Shanes tent started to sound like a nice change after being fucked and left in a truck. 

“It’s not so bad.” You lied.

“You really still that mad at Daryl?”

You shrugged. Kinda. Not really. But he had acted like a complete asshole.

Rick's hand started to make its way up and down your thigh, rubbing mindlessly. Pushing a limit even you could see. 

“It’s not the comfiest thing in the world…” you say softly, looking up at the man. 

“I can’t imagine.”

You rolled your eyes. Which earned a quiet laugh from Rick. 

“He didn’t mean those things,” Rick offered. Maybe he hadn’t. Those harsh words when you’d finally gotten back from your run. The one that didn't… go according to plan.

“Doesn’t matter. He was right,” 

He’d yelled at you in front of everyone. Made a big scene. And then spat the most hurtful choice of words he could. You made it back alive, and he didn’t even seem to acknowledge that.

“He was worried about you. We all were. He just… expresses that differently.”

You nodded, looking down at the hand on your leg.

You stayed there for a few minutes. Not talking. Just enjoying the feeling of Rick's touch.

You didn’t realize how close you were to Rick until you felt your foot fall asleep. In an attempt to switch positions, you lost your balance, falling into the man. Both of your eyes wide, staying still and quiet to make sure you hadn’t made too much noise. Moving only when it was safe, into a comfier position. And that was basically laying on top of Rick at that point. His hands on your waist, as he kept glancing down between you, breathing slowly. But your hands were on his chest, and your legs tangled in his. And…well you couldn’t help it. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. A single soft, gentle peck. Then a deep breath. 

He shook his head. Not now. But even then, he let you stay on top of him, pulled you in closer even. 

Tucking your head under his chin, he rubbed up and down your arms and your back, and though he’d never admit it, you could feel him underneath you. It took everything in you not to move your hips against him. What you didn’t know was that it took everything in him not to move them for you. 

When the hoard let up, you’d all loaded into the vehicle, practically empty handed. 

Every time Rick shifted gears, his hand would brush your knee. Sometimes he’d even keep it there. Shane, on the other side of you, toyed with a small rip in your jeans, furthering the damage to the denim. You squeezed your legs together at one point when both mens hands were on you. Desperately trying to get some sort of relief. That earned a smirk from them both. 

Knowing exactly what they were doing to you. 

(next chapter)

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random suna rintaro headcannons

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♧ doesn't like wearing suits because to him, they feel uncomfortable. sure, it feels a bit better after he sees how attractive he looks in one, but still. he'd rather not. likes all black suits though.

♧ owns a ton of those fluffy headbands because he doesn't like it when his hair get in his face too much. he usually wears it when doing chores like cooking, cleaning and such.

♧ the biggest gossip girl. he's quite introverted so he doesn’t get to chit chat with other people as much, but if he's with a friend or with his partner,, boy you can bet sunarin has all the tea.

♧ his bedroom walls are littered with movie posters, but mostly band posters. he has one of those posters from pinterest where there's a photo of a band's album's and all songs on said album are written on it for every single one of his favorite band's album and they all fit his room's vibe, thankfully. he probably wouldn't have put them up if they didn't.

♧ he'd never admit to it and he'll probably deny it until the day he dies, but he also has cute photos of his friends from high school. he keeps them in its own folder and he looks at it every time he feels homesick or sad. it never fails to make him feel a tad bit better.

♧ he still thinks those action shots of atsumu getting his ass beat by osamu are funnier though.

♧ makes tiktok thirst traps often, but they're usually just very lazy, like him tossing his hair around or using the BLVCK filter -- his favorite. nevertheless, it's very effective and everyone in the comments section needs to go to horn-knee jail.

♧ has been teased for the way he dresses, for wearing eyeliner, painting his nails and the such but never lets it get to him. he looks good and he knows it. besides, he knows that the guys leading those comments on his instagram gets no bitches unlike him 😎😎

♧ always walks around with earphones or a headset on. the only time he puts them away is when he's walking with someone.

♧ as a teenager, he had a chest full of posters he planned to put up. he wasn't able to do so with some of them because it didn't match the aesthetic he was going for.

♧ has a signature accessory he wears every time he goes out and it's a simple silver chain. it's not big or eye-catching at all, it's something cheap he bought when he was still a teenager, but it held a special place in his heart all the same. even in games he wears it as it's small and light enough to not be an issue.

♧ as a teenager, he used to cut his hair all by himself at times which led to some.. questionable hairstyles and bullying from the miya twins and honestly, if suna can point out a reason as to why he has a hair lady now, it's probably because of that. in his opinion, when the miya twins tell you that you look dumb, you have hit a whole new low.

♧ related to the last headcannon, he has no idea how to feel when he has the same opinion as those two when it comes to unimportant issues because when it came to important ones, they usually share the same opinions as none of them are bigots :)))

♧ likes softly listening to lana del rey and the humbug album while having breakfast.

♧ thinks he would have been a tattoo artist in another life. hell, if volleyball didn't work out, he'd probably pursue it.

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Charles Leclerc x Reader

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hi 🥰 would it be possible if you wrote something with like a reader that’s charles leclercs girlfriend and she’s like, really good at drawing but she keeps it hidden since she’s very critical of her artwork, and she starts doing these like portraits of the drivers in her own private time, like lots of them, since she has love for all of her boyfriends friends - like in a friendly, they treat me so nice way - and the reader like leaves them at places she knows the respective drivers will find them and everyone in the fandom and the paddock is like trying to figure out who does these drawings and they eventually figure out it’s her and like fluff w charles at the end when he finds out 🥰

Summary: Generally the above :D Fluffy fluff pretty much.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 2253

Authors note: My first request and I really hope I have done it justice. <3 :D

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“Jesus, it’s ridiculous how talented the fans are man” Charles commented on the drawing Pierre had hanging up in his driver’s room, “they even managed to make you look good”

“It’s amazing right?” Pierre opted to ignore to insult thrown in there by his friend, instead focusing on the drawing that had been slid under his door earlier in the day, “Max also got one, it’s got a cute little message on the back and everything too”

“Lets see?” Charles asked permission as he slightly held out his hand for his friend to pass it over, up close it was even more impressive, a simple drawing of Pierre, smiling, but somehow capturing how happy he truly was in that moment. It kind of looked like him from earlier in the day when they were all sitting in the paddock before practice having some lunch, it couldn’t be though, no fans could’ve seen them there, could they?

He turned the image over and there on the back was a gorgeous quote in his native French, in a handwriting he was so sure he recognized from somewhere but couldn’t quite place.

“Found it on the floor of my drivers’ room, assume someone had slipped it under the door while we were busy earlier” Pierre could almost sense the confusion from Charles, “maybe they gave them to one of the crew as they were walking in to give it to me”

“Max got one too?” Charles was trying to figure out how he recognised something about this picture.

“Yeah, you should ask him to show you” Pierre didn’t entirely understand all the questioning about a simple drawing of him. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen artwork of themselves done by fans before? They’d seen shoes, paintings, bookmarks, drawings, illustrations, so many TikTok’s and honestly, they’d seen so many stories written about them. Fanfic? Yeah, he thinks it was called fanfic.

God, all the smut. They’d all read some type of smut about themselves, and honestly, the fans were probably being a little bit too generous in some of those stories, but every single one of them would be lying if they said they hadn’t picked up a few tips’ ad tricks from them.  

Maybe they owed a thank you to the fans?

Maybe their partners owed a thank you to the fans.

“I feel like I recognise this handwriting?” Charles thought out loud.

“How the fuck do you recognise someone else’s handwriting?” Pierre doesn’t think he could do that even if he saw the same handwriting every single day for an entire year.

“How can you not mate?” Charles shot back in defence.

“Don’t act like I’m the weirdo here” Pierre began getting up to head out of his room now that he was all packed up and ready to go, Charles following suit, “bring the drawing with you, it’s going in my house” Pierre instructed before Charles could place the drawing back.

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“Oh did you also get one of those drawings?” Lando asked as he walked up to Pierre and Charles in the paddock, walking to the Ferrari motorhome so Charles could get you so you could get back to the hotel for the night.

“No, this is Pierre’s” Charles held up the images to show the drawing of the French driver.

“Shit, how do they do it? Its so realistic” Lando took a closer look at the image, admiring the work that had gone into it.

“You got one too?” Charles inquired, curious as to how many drivers had received them now.

“Yeah, at the last grand prix”

“At the last one? Shit, how many races is this fan going to?” Pierre knew Carlos had gotten one at the grand prix before that, so they were clearly following F1 around the world with them.

“Yeah, your one would make you like the 7th driver to get one, it’s insane how like, personal they look, but in a good way” Lando informed the other two.

“Honest” Pierre and Lando nodded in agreement.

“My love” you greeted your boyfriend, walking up to the group of men after you’d grabbed your stuff to go, greeting the other two drivers too, “what’s with all confused faces?”

“oh no, just some fan has been like, leaving the most ridiculously good drawings of the drivers around, got these little quotes on the back and everything” Pierre filled you in, “no idea how it is though”

“I kind of wish I did know, I’d like to say thank you, it must have taken some decent effort” Lando really wish he did know, believing art should be credited.

“I think I’m gonna put it on Instagram, try and see if someone comes forwards, give them proper thanks, you know?” Pierre had decided this was the best thing for him to do considering all this fan had done to capture him looking this happy.

Secretly all the drivers who had received one of the drawings truly loved it, not because some fan was admiring them for being a famous F1 driver, but because they somehow captured them as people. Their entire lives were dedicated to the public persona of the F1 driver, and so to be captured in a rare moment where they could just be who they were, a normal person, was rare, and they were thankful for the small reminder that even if it was just the one person, someone saw them as more, someone saw them truthfully. It somehow reminded them that they were worth something beyond the driving.

How a drawing could do that would always escape them, but they glad it could, and they were glad they could witness it.

Pierre had since shown you the image as you were walking towards to parking lot, “I mean, there’s definitely room for improvement” you muttered as you inspected the image you had secretly drawn during lunch of your friend.

“Babe, listen, you are one of the smartest women I know, but you clearly know nothing about art if you don’t think this drawing is good” Charles laughed, opening the door for you to climb into the car.

You just rolled your eyes in return, holding your handbag that contained your sketchbook just slightly tighter.

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PierreGasly: Hey guys, a fan drew this amazing image of me today, please help me find them so I can give them a proper thanks.

Fan1: Oh my god we have to find them!

Fan2: I give the fans a day before we find them

Fan3: Ahhhhhh! Look how good he looks in it!!

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A month had gone past and still no one had found out who the fan was, but Daniel had also received a drawing at the last grand prix and Charles was wondering if this mystery fan just didn’t like him. All of the drivers in his little friend group had received one, yet he still had nothing.

Shit, was he a jealous over a drawing?

He’d sat pouting at lunch, he knew he shouldn’t care if someone didn’t like him and he knows he was acting like a child not getting a toy, but still, he wanted to see how someone else viewed him too, he wanted to be seen as just a normally person through someone else’s eye too.

He just wanted a drawing of him as well.

He wanted to be seen.

“What’s your girlfriend always writing in that little book of hers there mate?” Pierre asked, watching you lying on the grass a little distance away.

“I have no idea, she keeps that book hidden from everyone” Charles glanced over to where you were, a soft smile on his face.

You looked so happy lying in the sun, engrossed in whatever you were doing in that book you brought with you everywhere. God he was so lucky to have you. If he could sit and watch you like this for the rest of his life he’d consider his life the perfect one, never changing a thing about it.

“I’m going to go look” Pierre had mischief in his eye and Charles knew that there was no stopping him now. He also knew you wouldn’t have an issue with it, considering how close you and Pierre were.

Honestly, you were close to all the drivers, and he was beyond thankful for it. Then again, it was like that with most of the people you met. There was just something about you that drew people in, and he would know about that better than anyone.

Charles watched as Pierre snuck up to you, anticipating the fright you were bound to get, what he didn’t expect though was Pierre snatching your book and bolting back to him.

He hates that he laughed at the shock on your face, but watching you attempt to jump up and run after Pierre was objectively hysterical.

Pierre made it back to the table with you not far behind, shouting at him to give your book back as you ran after him. Suddenly the book had been chucked onto the table in front of him and Pierre was laughing as he encourage Charles top open it and see what was in it, holding you back all the while.

Charles opened the book, expecting it to be a journal of sorts, never intending on reading a word, but acting in order to play along with the chaos in front of him.

This he didn’t expect though.

There, on the first page, was him.

It was a drawing of him, smiling, driving the boat, shirtless with a bandana in his hair. He remembered that day, you’d packed a picnic for the two of you and you’d both spent the day on the ocean, laughing, soaking up the sun, just being.

The next page was another drawing of him, sitting at his piano, he could see the crease of a frown etched onto his face and he tried to learn a new piece. He hadn’t told you at the time, but he was learning the piece for you. It was a selfish act though, he just loved how you always curled up on the couch and listened to him play. He was almost certain he’d learnt how to play purely so he could play for you.

He started flipping through the entire sketch book, every single page plastered with images of him, doing the most mundane things. Cooking, drinking a glass of wine, laughing, sleeping, all private moments not even he truly ever saw, but you did, and you captured them all.

“I know they aren’t good, but I was just practicing-“ you began explaining yourself, face red from embarrassment and the impromptu wrestling match with Pierre.

“You” it was all Charles could get out.

You. You were the artist.

And here he was complaining that he hadn’t received a single drawing. You’d filled an entire sketchbook with them.

Pierre had since let you go and walked to stand behind Charles, looking over his shoulder as he flipped through the pages of the book, wanting to see what had his friend so mesmerized.

“Holy shit, did you draw all of these?” Pierre was in disbelief, how had they missed this? They all had their fans searching the internet for the fan that had captured them all so beautifully, yet here you were, right under their noses the entire time.

The blush on your cheeks was the only answer you gave.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charles couldn’t drag his eyes away from the pages in front of him. His girlfriend did this.

Is this what people meant when they said you were able to fall deeper in love with someone? And here he thought he couldn’t fall any further.

“You see me” Charles all but whispered. He felt a tear forming, unable to shake the feeling of relief that it was his girlfriend who truly, honestly saw him.

“Of course I see you my love. You were always more than the formula one driver to me” You were shocked that he didn’t know this, and you were disappointed that you hadn’t noticed the fear he had been carrying around.

“You see me” he confirmed, finally looking you in the eye.

You leant forward placing a kiss on his forehead, him letting out a shaky breath at your touch. He felt whole. He felt like he belonged. He felt like he was home.

“I love you” you spoke against his skin, leaning back to watch him mouth ‘I love you’ in return.

After a moment of silence, Pierre cut in, “ I know you guys are having a bit of a moment here but is there any possibility of me making a request?” he sheepishly asked.

You laughed, pulling back fully to direct your attention  to Pierre, nodding as you did so.

He immediately dived into a long-winded explanation of the drawing he wanted, “So, I need a drawing of Yuki right-”

Charles didn’t even hear the rest of the description, focusing solely on your smile as you listened to Pierre prattling off about what he wanted you to draw for him, as well as slyly slipping out his phone to capture his favourite drawing so far, one you had copied of a photo of the two of them that Pierre had secretly captured, both of your foreheads touching, remembering the moment vividly, the day you’d agreed to be his.

CharlesLeclerc: I guess we found our artists guys, and I’m the luckiest man to be dating her.

#charles leclerc #monaco #pierre gasly #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #Charles Leclerc one shot

[showtoonzfan]

As I’ve said before, the Fizz episode is the only episode of the entire second season that I’m interested in, and it’ll be like a big bang to me, cause I CANNOT wait to see how they fuck it up. It’s going to be a train wreck and I’m here for it, I have so many predictions, so here’s a list of them!

— I always referred to it as the “Fizz and Ozzie episode” but I feel like most of it will be about Fizz and Blitz and their backstory, judging by the trailer shot of them as little kids again and the one where Fizz is seemingly singing to Blitz but then drops him. Also bc Blitz always needs to be in every single damn episode and Viv refuses to show someone else’s perspective lol.

— It would be nice if we dove into how Fizz met Ozzie, how he took him in and how they started to perform/date, but I honestly don’t think we’ll see much of that, and for all we know, the shots of Fizz performing could be in modern time instead of a flashback. Judging by the two shots of Fizz and Blitz fighting that was at that panel, this episode is definitely more about them then his relationship with Ozzie tho.

— I have the feeling that the “Hell finding out Ozzie is a hypocrite and dating Fizz” conflict probably won’t be resolved, I mean look at Ozzie’s for Blitz and Stolas lol. It either won’t be resolved and the episode will be unfocused, or resolve it too fast and in a forced/underwhelming way. I highly doubt it’ll be a huge conflict anyway since Viv never really dives into the class system in the first place.

— Fizz and Blitz will either patch up things up immediately at the end of the episode, or not so Viv can use the characters/conflicts for another future episode that obviously won’t be planned. I already know they’re going to paint Blitz out to be this guy who’s sweet and deep down wants to make amends with Fizz so I won’t waste my anger for that, (how much you want to bet Blitz being responsible for Fizz’s body was an accident and he never meant for it to happen so the fans can say he’s an uwu baby who must be protected) but if Fizz actually ends up forgiving Blitz at the end of this episode (especially if it turns out he’s responsible for Fizz’s missing his arms and legs) I’ll be pissed because even if Fizz DOES end up forgiving Blitz, doing it at the end of this episode would feel too fast and forced. I don’t want this to be Loo Loo Land again lol.

— Stolas may or may not appear in this episode to do the crystal deal. Ofc it would be WAY too much to cram in for an episode that already seems to have a lot in it, but they might do it. I will be honest, I 100% doubt the “Stolas making a deal with Ozzie to give Blitz a crystal” plotline will actually go anywhere tho. Knowing that this season clearly wasn’t planned and that Viv is making stuff up/pulling things out of her ass, this probably won’t go anywhere since Stolas later in the season is clearly going to be taken in by Imp anyway, and we gatta push him and Blitz being together regardless of they’re doing the book deal or not. Anyway that shot of him sitting in a room and the clock ticking could be from another episode, but of we do get Stolitz content here, who knows, maybe Blitz will see how healthy Fizz and Asmodeous are and want that with Stolas.

— Knowing that Fizz is one of Viv’s favorites, I wouldn’t be surprised if this episode DOES jab at Blitz more and really show how hurt Fizz was by him. Like I said tho, they might patch things up quickly. Either way, gatta love how she clearly plans to show how negatively Fizz was affected by Blitz but can’t do the same with Octavia, Verosika or Barbie since they’re females and boring to her.

— If this episode has another pointless M&M B-plot like Loo Loo Land, Seeing Stars, or Western Energy did, I swear.

And that’s pretty much it. We can all predict that Blitz burned Fizz somehow, there’s not much to say other than it’s ganna show how they used to be friends and make a soap opera about how bad Blitz feels so.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #anti vivziepop #helluva boss

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The world looked like a painting.

The sky was a beautiful blue, with white fluffy clouds scattered throughout the blue. The trees were swaying because of the breeze, and the flowers were more colorful than you remembered. The streets were full of people passing by, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. Downtown Los Angeles was never known for having good weather, yet here it was, a beautiful sunny day that didn’t feel like an actual heat wave. For once you were enjoying the walk throughout the city you live in, even though you were running just a little bit late. Everything in you wanted to run back home and grab your camera in order to fully capture this beautiful day, but you knew Katsuki would throw a fit if you decided to be even later than you already were. When working with him, he would always be in a pissy mood if you were even a minute late, because apparently to him being late is punishable by death. It’s just one of his quirks, you suppose.

Picking up the pace, you checked your phone maps to make sure that you were close, and you were. The cafe had an outside seating option, and to your surprise Katsuki had a table ready for both of you outside. He was sipping on what you guessed was a water because the health nut refused to drink any soda (another quirk of his). He was in green cargo pants and a simple white t-shirt that read “Los Angeles.” You wondered if he had any non-basic clothing in his closet. He had to right? When modeling you have to wear a lot of crazy outfits.

“You’re late.”

The blond stated, putting his glass down and you made a quick note of his hands. It made you realizing that his hands around a cold glass makes you want to know that body like it’s yours. His eyes never left your body when you put your tote down on the empty chair next to you, and you pulled out your journal. You sat down and shot him a smile, before the waiter came over and you ordered a water and Latte (with extra sugar and oat milk, of course).

“Hello to you too sunshine. Oh! Speaking of…”

You looked up at your surroundings and started scribbling furiously in your journal. Your mind was racing with all sorts of ideas and thoughts, looking up every once in a while to make sure you didn’t leave a single detail out.

When you were satisfied with your work, you looked back up at Katsuki who was fixated onto you. You smiled sheepishly as the blond cocked an eyebrow at you with an amused smile.

“Sorry,” You fixed your hair, feeling a little squeamish under Katsuki’s intense eye contact.

“What’s all that about?”

He crossed his arms, leaning back looking absolutely magnificent. You were always in awe of how easily he can look attractive, just sitting there with bagging clothes on in the middle of the day. He honestly looks the best you’ve ever seen him.

Whenever people find out you’re a professional photographer, they always ask you if the model is as beautiful in real life as they are in the photos. The answer is always varied, but if someone came up to you and asked you about Katsuki, you would say he’s even more beautiful. He looked like a prince.

The sun made his eyes and hair brighten up, and you took note of the colors of the flowers that were behind him. You didn’t expect those colors to compliment his skin tone as much as they did, which made you regret not experimenting with different colors more.

“Inspiration strikes when we least expect it.”

You finally allowed yourself to relax, looking at Katsuki’s curious face. You didn’t want to tell him the whole reason as to why you got the journal in the first place.

When recovering in the hospital, you were often taken to the garden that they had just installed. As soon as you set your eyes on it you wanted nothing more than to take pictures and be able to make a whole shoot based on it. When your friends visited, you often made jokes of wanting to take pictures in order to analyze the settings that were around you. Soon enough they surprised you with a journal where you could do that and more. You remember being in that garden for hours, sitting in your wheelchair and writing down paragraphs of notes. Your nurse was a little taken aback, but Izuku calmly explained you were just a photography nerd.

“Whenever I see something that is worth taking a picture of, instead of actually taking a picture I write down the surroundings and explain them. There, I like to explain the colors and what emotion they could display. It’s all notes down to which colors are next to each other, all the way to the colors that are far away from each other. When I’m done I go back later and add actual pictures or I color on the pages to really bring it to life.”

As you talked, Katsuki slowly uncrossed his arms, leaning in closer as he got more interested in what you were saying. Or so you hoped he was interested in what you were saying.

“I also go ahead and write it as if it’s already a set, so if i had these colors I would already know what to do. I write props and costumes, the whole thing.”

You smiled Katsuki, who now had his head resting in his hand. A small smile appeared on his face.

“So what does your journal say about today?”

Rolling your eyes, you handed Katsuki the journal. He hesitated to grab it, to which you just shook the book in his face.

“Go to the bookmark, but if you really want to be stunned go to page 57.”

Katsuki was digging through the journal before you finished your sentence. He scammed through the pages, mumbling about how bad your handwriting is. He quickly shuffled to the page you instructed him to go to, and when his eyes landed on his he immediately looked back up at you. You just smirked, having to hold back your giggles at his one risen eyebrow before he fell back into the book.

“It’s me.”

It was very amusing to see him so interested in your notes, he kept flipping the pages to see all the ideas and drawings you had for him. You recall there were at least ten pages of your work, as you kept adding pages during the shoot.

“I can’t tell if this is impressive or nerdy as shit.”

Katsuki handed you the book back, and you put it back in your bag before facing him again.

“Well you seem to be interested so obviously it’s impressive.”

Conversation after that was easy, as it always is between you too. The waiter came by with your drinks and you put in your orders. After that the afternoon went smoothly, and the food was too good to be true. You were stuffing mouth fulls of your food, enjoying every bite as Katsuki laughed at your delight. (that rhymed!!)

“Oh yeah I forgot to tell you but Eijirou and Mina are official. Took the idiots long enough.”

He said it so causally, but the news startled you so much you started to choke on your food. Katsuki, who was now suddenly worried grabbed your hand in concern.

However, because of the sudden touch you jolted again. Thankfully though, this time you were finally able to recover.

Taking a breath you looked up at Katsuki with furrowed eyebrows.

“Warn a guy before you drop a bomb like that Kats!”

“I didn’t think you were gonna die if I told you about the stupid couple.”

His hand was still on yours. His hand was still on yours. You couldn’t not feel that new warmth on your hand, but you were too nervous to pull away. You ignored the new feeling and continued.

“Katsuki, they’ve been in love since high school. Of course that news is gonna kill me!”

The food was finished soon, and Katsuki insisted on paying the check and walking you home. It was starting to feel more and more like a date, and you had to push down the part of you that actually liked it. Fuck this. Relationships were gross and you couldn’t do it.

“Call you later?”

Katsuki asked when you were stopped at your front door of your apartment. You told him you couldn’t invite him in, coming up with some fake reason. But you knew the real reason. You knew you couldn’t invite him in because if you kept looking into his dreamy eyes, you would end up kissing the lights out of him.

“Yeah! Kyouka actually said she wanted to talk to me about something so I’ll call you after that.”

You were starting to get a little antsy, not wanting your nosy neighbors to peek out of their doors and ask you about him later. Katsuki, on the other hand, looked more comfortable than normal. He was really enjoying himself, and you couldn’t tell if that gave you butterflies out of excitement or nervousness.

“Oh? Tell me how that goes.”

You smiled at him, and you found yourself looking at him longer than you intended. Suddenly you took your key out and started to shove it in the key hole.

“Well that was fun! I’m gonna make sure to tell Ochako that the place is good. Talk to you later right?”

“Yeah.”

With the way he was standing there, not to mention the sudden awkwardness between you too, you did what you wanted to do the least. Your hands left the doorknob and you quickly threw your arms around his neck and hugged him. His hands wrapped around your back quickly, but you didn’t want the hug to last long so you separated your bodies just as you felt him get comfortable.

Shooting him a smile, you opened the door and walked into your apartment.

“Hey Kats great news dude.”

You were getting dinner ready, and as soon as the blond picked up you put your phone on speaker and set it up ready to talk.

“I’m guessing the call went well?”

You shuffled for different spices for your chicken, preheating your oven afterwards.

“Yeah! She told me that she’s actually opening for the summer festival again right?”

“Mhm.”

You sprinkled on an assortment of seasonings onto the chicken, making a mental note of the other things you needed to prepare in order to finish the dish.

“I’m actually cooking right now, we’re having Kyouka and Momo over for dinner in celebration. It’s actually a surprise that Momo was able to come at all, she’s the hardest to make plans with.”

“Not even Todoroki?”

You got out a pot and set it on the stove, before swiftly running to the fridge and getting all the ingredients out.

You discovered your love for cooking and baking when you were back from the hospital. You already knew that you had the capability of cooking or baking, having done that all throughout your childhood. Not to mention when you and Hitoshi were broke college kids who didn’t want to spend all their money on Wendy’s and Taco Bell every night. You remember when the pain kept you up at night, instead of suffering in your bed you would get up and bake until the pain went away. You started cooking a lot more when you were bored alone at the house while Hitoshi was at work. The rent was getting more and more expensive, and with only one of you working it was hard to keep it paid along with other needs. Thankfully, Shoto stepped in full swing and always helped pay rent, even Iida and Momo cashing in some money. You always appreciated how generous your friends were but a part of you felt bad, so as a way to pay them back you would cook meals for them and send them sweet treats. You often showed up at their jobs with lunch or even dinner if it was a late night. Hitoshi was always well fed, which made his parents Hizashi and Aizawa like you even more.

“Sho is always ready to dip work, to the point where we tend to leave him out of things so he can actually go to work.”

You laughed to yourself, remembering the time that he took the whole day off so he could “get ready” for the road trip you a and your friends had. It wasn’t even that long of a trip, and yet he took the opportunity to take the entire day off. Which, by the way, put back his magazine being released (it pissed a lot of people off).

The trip itself was unlike any trip you’ve ever been on. Now that was a story worth telling, but maybe later. You didn’t know how Katsuki would react to you, Hitoshi, Izuku and Shoto getting arrested in Arizona.

“Yeah that makes sense. So what’s the actual big news? Because I know damn well it’s not Jirou preforming for that festival for the fiftieth fucking time.”

You could practically hear the eye roll over the phone, but decided to not point it out to him. You were beaming, too excited not to let him know.

“Well, she said they needed a professional photographer to capture the whole day, especially all the performers. And Kyouka being the amazing friend she is, put me down as the photographer! I’ve been emailing back and forth with the director of the entire thing and it looks like a lot but Kats, I gotta tell you, the check is worth it.”

You heard him chuckle at your last line, before responding.

“That’s fucking awesome y/n, I’m glad you took it because there’s no way in hell I would let you pass up an opportunity like that.”

You smiled softly for a moment, stopping your hard work and staring at the phone. You started to imagine that he was there, looking at you with that shimmer in his eyes. But in a totally platonic way, of course.

“It also gives me an excuse to go to the festival, especially because last year I got sick and my publicist has been on my ass about going this year.”

You snapped out of your stare, realizing that you completely forgot to answer Katsuki. Fuck. You really needed to get a grip.

“I’ll be running around but I’m sure I’ll find time to talk to you.”

“You better, or else I’m gonna hunt you down.”

Now you were extremely grateful he wasn’t there with you, because the blush that formed on your face was criminal. You hated the way he said that and you hated the fact that you liked it.

Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye you saw your best friend emerge from his room. He had his basketball shorts on and giant hoodie, signifying that he most likely had a headache. Being friends (and roommates) for so long, you two were able to tell what was happening to the other just by a glance. It was also incredibly frustrating when you are able to be read like a book like that, but you guess it’s just the sacrifices that come with having a best friend.

“God that smells good.”

Hitoshi walked into the kitchen, and made his way to the fridge where he could find a drink. You heard shuffling before he finally walked out of the kitchen.

“Creamy herb chicken, low carb and gluten free!”

Hitoshi snorted and cracked open the Dr. Pepper he found in the fridge.

“You sound like a mom.”

“Like you would know what a mom sounds like?”

You didn’t have the honor of seeing Hitoshi react to that comment, because you had to put the chicken in the oven and start the sauce.

“Okay I’m gonna take that as a sign to go now. I actually got plans with the idiots tonight so.”

You closed the oven door and rushed to your phone, taking it off speaker phone and putting it to your ear. The two of you said your quick goodbyes and hung up. When you set your phone down and looked up Hitoshi was looking at you.

“Don’t say it or I swear to god I will kick you out and have you living on the fucking streets.”

You watched as he got up, not threatened by the wooden spoon you were waving at him.

“I’m not gonna say anything,” he shrugged, coming into the kitchen and leaning his hip on the counter. He simply looked at you, one eyebrow raised.

You huffed, before turning around to the man and starting the sauce.

“So low carb you say?”

“Shut up.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

today was a fairytale

for the people who didn’t see, THE ENTIRE FIRST HALF OF THIS EPISODE JUST DISAPPEARED OUT OF THIN FUCKING AIR. NOT IN MY PHONE AND NOT ANYWHERE IN RECENTLY DELETED. i literally HURT just remembering it, and kept getting deja vu when writing this, that was awful

but anyways that’s why this is late and it pisses me off so bad my fucking ocd is going crazy rn i’m gonna rip all my hair out

anyways please enjoy this happiness bc it won’t be like this for long!

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- yn was late bc she was at Izuku’s place and lost track of time😭😭 if she was at her place she would not have walked

- LA sounds like hell so i tried to romanticize it😍😍

- bkg as the most basic and boring closet of clothes ever and you cannot change my mind

- the nurses almost did a psych exam bc of how hyperfizated yn was when it came to that damn notebook

- and for those who are wondering it’s just a black leather notebook

- cute little fact in the end of the notebook it has all of her friend’s signatures with little hearts and funny/loving messages (sobs)

- sometimes Hitoshi would also be up and help yn bake and would literally eat half of the batter

- the way that Hitoshi would wake up and see like a whole ass cake in the fridge is SUCH a funny scene to image 😭😭😭😭

- yn literally would come into momo’s office unannounced and momo never complained bc she loved the free food!

- (as did iida, and they would often sit and talk for an hour about all sorts of things. he’s so silly like that)

- and sho would literally STOP the shoots and make everyone take five whenever yn showed up with food. ESPECIALLY soba. he’s such a slut for soba

- i can reveal the bakusquad nickname backgrounds if someone asks….

- i think this is the shortest amount of writing i’ve done for this series 🤯🤯🤯

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[shankschewtoy]

Hello! Could you possibly do a one shot with Sanji when his S/O meet his family and S/O ends up getting in one of his brothers (could be Ichiji or Niji) face leading into a fight with said brother and mid fight Sanji ends up stepping in. Sorry if it’s unclear, and don’t pressure yourself into doing this if you don’t want to :)

a/n - oooooo omg omg- good thing I know Sanji’s entire backstory 👀 I hope you’re ok with it being a g/n reader :) I’m going to make it Niji since I hate his haircut and I hate him sm lmao- I renamed the one shot asshole bec Niji’s an asshole

Warnings ⚠️ - minor spoilers (if you don’t wanna know about Sanji’s backstory then keep scrolling!) g/n reader, reader has the moku-moku no mi (smoke smoke fruit) abilities! | Word count - 2k+

Asshole .-.

Sanji’s family, the Vinsmoke family had quite the reputation. Honestly, you were quite nervous to finally meet your lover’s entire family after hearing so much about the germa empire. Your shoulders were tense, and you tried to breathe in and out deeply in order to calm yourself down. You felt warm hands on your shoulders, and you looked up to see your lover, Sanji looking at you with a worried glance. “My love, are you alright? We don’t have to meet them today if you aren’t feeling ok.” He said with concern in his voice. You quickly dismissed it with your usual warm smile, “No I’m ok Sanji, I’m just.. A bit nervous.” You admitted softly. Your lover kissed the top of your head, “My family can’t even compare to you, and if they say anything rude? Then we’ll leave right away, I don’t want them saying anything like that to you y/n.” He said with a more serious tone. You couldn’t help but feel so safe, Sanji was more than you could ever ask for in a lover. He was so kind, gentle, protective, chivalrous, everything. Your heart melted when he said those words, he was willing to abandon his family for you. That’s not something everyone can just say on a whim. “Thank you Sanji, I love you.” You said, giving him a tight hug. He caressed your cheeks lovingly with a smile, “I love you too.” He replied softly, holding your hands with his own, running his thumbs over your knuckles. “Let’s go, I don’t want to keep your family waiting.” You said with your usual warm smile. Sanji followed you out the door, offering his left arm like a gentleman, allowing you to wrap your right arm with his as he walked you towards the looming castle in front of you both. Sanji had a darker expression on his face, and you knew exactly why.

You understood the horrors of your lover’s past, how much pain and agony was involved in his life. You almost felt horrible that he had to come back here.. But, he insisted that his family meet you, and see just how amazing you are. Maybe this was a bad idea, but no, you had to do this. And like Sanji said, if things went bad, you could leave right away. You instinctively held onto his arm the slightest bit tighter when you both reached the looming doors that started to creak open. The clicking noise of the retracting doors echoed in your ears. Due to your nervousness and anxiety, you could almost hear every single noise in the area, the wind blowing past your ears, your breathing, heartbeat, distant footsteps, your own outfit ruffling whenever you took a step. The inside of the mansion was quite beautiful, the chandeliers that hung down from the ceiling had shining crystals that reflected lights all over the white building. The carpets were spotless, the walls almost looked freshly painted. The pictures on the wall were perfectly straight, everything was without imperfection and error. It was almost eerie how.. Perfect the mansion was. You both stopped in your steps when you heard the doors just in front of you open. Booming footsteps entered the room. In walked a man who wasn’t of normal stature, he was in fact humongous. He seemed to wear an awkward helmet over his face, with the number 66 on his cape. “Sanji, this is them?” The man asked with an expressionless tone. Sanji had a slight bit of disgust on his face, “Yes, this is y/n l/n.” He replied, holding your hand out politely. “Thank you, sir.” You said to the tall man, trying to act as polite as you could. The man ignored you both, and sat down on his throne in the center of the grand room. Four more people walked in from the same open doors.

Sanji’s expression only got less and less content, at one point he looked completely angry. “This is the person? I thought you were going to marry the other girl, not this..” One of the men started to say before the woman tried to get him to be quiet. “These are my siblings y/n, Ichiji, Niji, Reiju, and Yonji.” He introduced, pointing at each of them separately. Reiju was the only one who waved politely at you while the rest looked disappointed at you. Almost as if you weren’t up to their expectations of you. You shook it off, trying to keep your attitude as polite and positive as you could. “That dumb chef still isn’t here yet?” Yonji asked with an irritated growl. Just by looking at Sanji’s brothers, you could already see how they acted. Cold, ruthless, arrogant, spoiled, one-sided is all they were to you. Niji, the one with blue hair, started to walk over towards another door. When he got to the door, he kicked it down, coming back outside with a woman in his grasp. He threw her to the ground, causing her to drop the trays of food that were in her hands. You instantly ran over to her, “I’m sorry Niji-sama!” The woman said, on her knees. “You can’t even do your job, how do you expect me to even be able to forgive you?” He asked with an angry look on his face. “That’s enough! It’s alright.” You said to him sternly, bending down to the woman and trying to help her stand up. Niji started laughing heartily, not being able to contain his laughter. You stared up at the blue-haired man, “How hilarious! Another peasant helping a fellow peasant..” He said with a grin. It made Yonji start to laugh as well, Reiju stayed quiet, and Ichiji didn’t even seem to be paying attention. You scoffed at his words, how arrogant and narrow-minded! You gently helped the woman clean up her things, and made sure she was alright before going back to stand next to Sanji. The maids were bringing out the food already, so it was time to take your seats.

You were sitting right by Sanji, but all of the chairs were positioned so far apart, you couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable. It was as if you were sitting by yourself in a room full of people you didn’t know at all. Dinner was slightly better than you thought, you didn’t have to speak at all, and no one started speaking of you or Sanji throughout the meal. You were glad it wasn’t too unbearable, but now it was time to leave this miserable mansion. “Sanji, I’m going to go find the washroom.” You mentioned to him before starting to walk down the halls. Sanji looked a bit concerned to leave you alone, but Reiju reassured him that you’d be fine. As you walked down the endless halls of the mansion, you heard grunts and sounds of a struggle up ahead. When you turned the corner, you saw Niji and the chef from earlier. Niji was currently holding her in a tight chokehold, pinning her against the wall with anger. “Bitch, you embarrassed us in front of that measly peasant of Sanji’s. You can’t ever even do your job right, so why do you even live?” He asked with a smile, tightening his hold on her neck. You instantly rushed forward, launching two blasts of smoke from your arms, knocking him backwards. You managed to catch the poor chef before she hit the ground, “Hey can you hear me?!” You shouted, trying to get the girl to respond to your calls. “Thank.. You..” The girl whispered softly. You smiled at her reassuringly, leaning her against the wall gently. Suddenly, Niji rushed forward, slamming you to the ground with unbelievable strength. “Damn you!” He yelled angrily, swinging his arm, electricity piling up in his fists. You instantly floated up, smoke pooling around your body as you continued to charge towards him. You were quite a strong fighter, you could definitely handle yourself easily! “Hah! Is a pathetic peasant like you really this strong? This is embarrassing for me.. Sanji could’ve done so much better with that princess..” He said with a growling voice, swinging his arm through your face. He was slightly surprised when all of his attacks couldn’t even touch you, they just flowed right through you. “Maybe yeah, but I bet I’m stronger than her.” You said with a smile, slamming both your feet into his head, sending him flying backwards, straight into the walls. The chef was slowly regaining her strength, she had to get someone to stop this fight.. If it continued, the mansion might just fall apart.. She slowly started making her way back down the hall, trying not to let Niji notice her movements. “Ugh… gross.” Niji grumbled, wiping the exact place that you kicked him. “You do realize that Sanji is one of the biggest failures right? He couldn’t even hold a sword when he was 10! He protects these servants like they mean something to him. He treats pointless women like they’re to be respected and worshiped. It’s ridiculously embarrassing to be related to someone like him..” He growled, charging forward again, this time being able to grab your clothes. You were distracted by rage, how dare he say those things about Sanji.. He slammed you to the ground, almost about to land a punch to your face before you shut him backwards, constricting him with your smoke. “Take that back. Right now.” You said with dark eyes, continuing to tighten your grasp on Niji. The pressure and strain on his body caused his rib cages to crack first, you were blinded by your own anger. “I SAID TAKE THAT BACK! You have no right to say anything about him.. Your family is the failure, he’s the only one who succeeded.” You explained to him. Niji couldn’t even speak, blood was oozing out of his mouth. Suddenly, you heard your name being called, “Y/N!” You turned around, seeing Sanji standing at the end of the hall with wide eyes. You immediately let Niji go, letting him crumble to the floor. Reiju was standing right next to him with an eyebrow raised with curiosity. “Sanji..?” You asked him as you floated back down to the ground. He embraced you quickly, checking your body for any potential wounds or scrapes you might’ve gotten.

You had a huge bruise on your right shoulder from being slammed into the ground on that side. He looked shocked, angry, and concerned all at once. “I’m fine Sanji… I’m sorry, I was just- angry at him! He just started beating the poor girl up and he started saying all these horrible things about you-!” You started to say until he hugged you again, leaning his head in the crook of your neck. “Thank you..” he whispered softly, making you stop your explanation quickly. You wrapped your arms around him as well, leaning into his warm embrace, “Not to interrupt the moment, but I do suggest that you two escape now before father finds out.” Reiju said with a smile. Sanji lifted you up almost immediately after his sister said that, and sped towards an open exit door. You saw Reiju smiling, a warm and grateful smile, as if she was saying, “Thank you for looking after him.” With her eyes. Sanji ran with you holding onto his back, and you tried to tell him that you could walk. “Sanji- I can walk! I’m not hurt at all!” You shouted to him. “Look at that huge bruise on your shoulder!” He shouted back, continuing to sprint across the dark grass. “THAT DOESN’T AFFECT MY LEGS!” You shouted back with an irritated tone. “My love, I’ve already made you fight against my family, the least I can do is carry you.” He said softly, looking back at you with a guilty look in his eyes. “Sanji, I chose to fight him. He made me- so mad. That asshole..” You muttered as Sanji stifled a laugh. “What’s so funny?!” You shouted at him angrily. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” He replied with a grin. “… Stop it.” You replied, leaning into his shoulder with a blush on your cheeks. He continued to run, the wind blowing through your hair. The night sky above you both, the mansion receding from your vision. You kissed Sanji’s cheek softly, “I love you Sanji.” You said with a smile. He blushed and smiled back at you with so much happiness and warmth, “I love you y/n.”

a/n - this took me so long :’) niji’s a fucking asshole. And yes, reader is strong af 👍

<3

#sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #one piece x reader #sanji oneshot #one piece #sanji x you #one piece sanji #sanji x y/n

[stormyoceans]

Mon mon mon your top 5 vice versa quotes/ top 5 visually pleasing vv scenes

ISMAY THESE ARE SUCH INTERESTING QUESTIONS BUT I HOPE YOU KNOW THEY MADE ME GO THROUGH AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS ESPECIALLY THE SECOND ONE (hence the really late reply SORRY!!!!!!!) SO HERE GOES NOTHING I GUESS

TOP 5 VICE VERSA QUOTES

1. “even though there’s only a little pink, jigsaw completed his drawing with other colors, just like our story. we might focus less on our love one day, but i’ll still understand you, care for you, and want the best for you.” “are you trying to say that one day we’ll love each other less?” “that’s not what i mean. im saying, even if one day you have to devote yourself to what’s really important to your life, rather than spend your time thinking about me, i’ll understand and give you my full support.” – puen in our skyy episode 2 [just for this dialogue alone i had to accept the fact that i will never love a pairing this completely in my life ever again literally no one compares to puentalay]

2. “and he paints my life pink forever.” – talay in episode 12 [QUITE POSSIBLY THEE MOST LINE OF ALL TIME]

3. “if this can be used to wipe away dust, i should use it with your heart. i think your heart hasn’t been used in a long time.” – puen in episode 3 [LIFE ALTERING TRANSCENDENTAL MOMENT IN HERSTORY IM SORRY BUT THIS IS SIMPLY HIGH ROMANCE TO ME]

4. “we all have our own pain that we are enduring. you can’t compare your life to theirs and judge them on what they should do.” – kita in episode 9 [KITA THE UNSUNG HERO OF THIS SHOW I LOVE HIM SO MUCH]

5. “whoever puen is seeing is his personal business. im his fan, not the master of his life.” – gyo in episode 12 [print this line, project it on a wall, make a powerpoint out of it, tape it everywhere, put it in a billboard, spread it]

TOP 5 VISUALLY PLEASING VICE VERSA SCENES

(i ended up going with a mix of colors and framing and cinematography to pick these and IM STILL NOT FULLY CONVINCED)

1. the bucket hat reveal in episode 10. not only this is one of the most scenes in television history (second only to puentalay reuniting in episode 11), but it also takes the crown as the most visually stunning. the pink/red contrasting the black/blue is simply beautiful.

2. the glasshouse kiss in episode 4. I SWEAR IM NOT JUST FINDING EXCUSES TO KEEP POSTING THIS SCENE IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF IT'S PERFECT IN EVERY SINGLE WAY. one may ask, 'why didn't you pick one of the two other glasshouse scenes then', to which i say ONCE AGAIN NOT MY FAULT IF THE OTHER SCENES DON'T HAVE PUENTALAY DRESSED IN CONTRASTING COLORS AND PUEN HALF HIDDEN BY THE GREENERY BEING SLOWLY REVEALED.

3. talay drowning in episode 1. I KINDA FEEL BAD PICKING THIS SCENE SINCE IT’S TALAY DYING BUT. look at how pretty it is. when i see all these gorgeous shades of blue (with a hint of pink in some shots!!!!) i can understand talay saying “let me appreciate these beautiful colors a little longer.”

4. the secret island in episode 10. at first i didn’t want to put the same episode twice, however i just can’t leave out this scene if we’re talking about visual elements. color wise it may not be as remarkable as other moments (although the touch of green against the neutral tones of the sand and the sky and the water is [chef’s kiss]), but the cinematography here is honestly breathtaking.

5. friend credits reuniting in episode 6. this is a shorter scene compared to the others but i absolutely love the way they were able to highlight the yellow in such a clever way, not only with the lights but also with the sparklers and the curtains against the black and the white/light blue.

#THE FACT THAT I DIDN'T PUT ANY PINK SCENE IN THE TOP 5 IS KILLING ME #but unfortunately i don't think they can compare to these five #ANYWAY VICE VERSA THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SERIES OF ALL TIME SO TRUE #thank you so much for asking me these ismay!!!!!! #hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜 #vice versa #ismay 🤍 #m: ask

[whateverdays-art]

art... tutorial? backgrounds

but really i'll just be outlining my process, probably. if it works for you, take it! if not, we probably just work differently, and that's okay!

so! now we will get a glimpse into... whatever the fuck it is that i do. i'm going to be honest with you all, i'm not even entirely sure how i do this sometimes! i honestly surprised myself with this one, but i think i know myself well enough to piece apart what was going on in my head.

so.

let's dissect my art, shall we?

okay. i don't have any wip shots for this, BUT i can tell you when i started, it looked something like this (by the way, i do this gray background to reduce eye strain):

(anatomy video: Karina Teaches Anatomy from Drawfee Extra)

i started with the head. i only had a rough idea of what i wanted (kaneki sitting on something like a wall). so i had to then figure out:

what kind of wall?

what goes around the wall?

what shortcuts can i take, here?

that last question is my favorite, because i am a low-energy, constantly tired, disabled son of a bitch and even drawing things i love tires me the fuck out. SO. here's where it gets fun:

when you look at manga, and there are fences, sometimes whatever's behind the fences will be not drawn, because that'd get too visually cluttered. if i can find a reference, i'll put it here. if not, just keep an eye out for it. (this is part of what i love about manga. you have an entire book of art at your fingertips, even if you just have one volume. find a series whose style/story you love. art tips bayybeeee)

that's shortcut one. i drew in the wall, added a bevel to the edge to make it look more. wall-like. i also had part of the fence sketched in at this point BUT forgot to add it to the next THREE SCREENSHOTS and had to redo some of them. i'm using a layer mask and had to redo it so that's why it looks all wonky later on.

then bricks. now i honestly do NOT know why i chose this brick design? i think i was just tired and thought, "i need something. vaguely brick-like to indicate bricks. how would a more cute-style artist draw this?"

and when you look at manga/comics/even old cartoons, they don't draw in every single brick!!! not always!!!! PLEASE don't make yourself sit there and draw every single brick. draw an INDICATION of a FEW bricks, because here's the thing: the human brain fucking loves filling in what it wants to see. when's the last time you went apeshit about an optical illusion, if you like optical illusions? when's the last time you HEARD/SAW someone going apeshit over an optical illusion, if you don't like them? i rest my case.

*pounding fists on table* we!! love!!! shortcuts!!!!

but. a brick wall is BORING we don't want JUST a brick wall, fuck that. maybe this place is a bit overgrown? maybe it's a lil worn down or abandoned or gets less foot traffic and that's why there's a fence. so let's spice it up with some bushes, and make it look more fitting.

by the way, cracks are only something i've started to figure out recently. i'm in my late 20s. don't worry, you'll get there.

see the grass? again, indications. all i or you need to do as the artist is draw a few hints for what we want the brain to see, and the brain goes, "oh okay, there's grass there, and that's bricks. awesome. got it." we are not just artists, we are masters of illusion.

so. this is what we have so far.

and now... this. the background. this is where things get more... esoteric, in my head, maybe? we'll see.

artists talk about "flow" sometimes. a variety of professions do, actually. i'm a visual thinker, and with my particular brand of autism, my "flow" is like i'm wile e. coyote falling down a painted black circle that's actually an endless pit but also he's on acid, and i'm not actually paying all that much attention to what's going onto the paper? i'm more "in my head" than anything, and not in a bad way. even my own brain can break me out of it though :')

but yes, i know there's something wrong with me.

SO, where did my brain pull THESE things from, and what can we learn from them?

the two buildings in the background, slightly curved:

old cartoons (again!). tom & jerry is the one i can think of. looney toons. anywhere animators went, "wait! real physics doesn't matter, here! let's fuck around with THAT," and got really excited about it (i notice it most in the old stuff). keep an eye out for scenes with lots of buildings to catch this.

no windows on those buildings!

the video, How to use Foreground, Midground, and Background to Clarify Depth - Ian Roberts, is where i pulled what i was Possibly attempting from. i might've also just been Tired and saw an opportunity to test it, whether or not it was the best one. (i do this a lot ^^; )

building directly underneath/road:

shop of some sort. i started to draw fabric over the top as well, so possibly it was going to be a ramen shop? but also it's ambiguous because we're masters of illusion, remember? now if you're not sure, it's only because i told you! ha! (aaaand, this goes for your art too, dear reader! no one will know of your mistakes unless you... make a.... tutorial... post. shit. /lighthearted)

the roof towards the wall:

i both started the blue period anime and a la autism absorbed that into my personality but i also used to have dreams when i was very tiny about flying over japan and so it just kinda. happened? i. do not know what to tell you here besides use refs. and research i don't even know what period that roof would be from or if it's Accurate it's. i just went with what felt. right but also what i had the energy to draw, ehegh.... since i don't have much more than that i will add more things at the end about perspective.

the staircase:

night in the woods! my brain rembered the staircase from a scene in night in the woods and. staircases exist.

(i just read from "the unabridged journals of sylvia plath" something about [paraphrasing, here] how "it's funny. there's all this wonder and beauty in the world and it all just comes down to staircases.")

further notes just in general: do research about where you're drawing! don't just look with an artist's eye but with an analytical eye or a storyteller's eye. both relax and enjoy it and watch it passively but ALSO ask yourself questions about it sometimes. go see if you can find videos of the place! sometimes people just record their walks?? like in different countries????? one of my favorites is Nomadic Ambience

perspective? is a load of bullllllllSHIT. sometimes, you draw curved buildings because it's Fun and Dynamic and adds to the mood or just because it looks good. sometimes you draw a horizon line because it helps, sometimes you NEVER DO because it fucks you up more than you care to admit.

sometimes you learn the rules, and then break them, and sometimes you stick to them, and sometimes you have never learned them in rhe first place and all that matters is, does your art make you happy? at the very least, does it make you feel what you want to feel?

if not, don't worry. my first try on my "casual conversation" work? wooooohhh hoooo hoooooo wee it was NOT what i wanted to get down paper. tablet. screen, whatever. i HAD to go and find a ref and do something different and you know? i'm still not happy with it. i don't think i'll ever be at a point where i'll be able to get down exactly what i have pictured in my head. i think i'll be always lagging behind at least a little bit, BUT. i can try to close that gap, too.

instead of looking at the incredible artists on here and wishing i was one of them? i am! i'm here, posting with you all! and for now, i can be happy with that.

also BLENDER. if it's not too intimidating, i use it for general shading references for solid objects like tables purely out of spite because when i first tried to learn it my developmental eternally youthful disorder (autism) brain was. literally not developed enough for it, i think. i frustrated myself to the point of tears more than once with it YEARS ago but now 😎😎😎👉 i can make some things. which is WAY more than zero so small victories 😂

tl;dr think critically/analytically, look for shortcuts, if it sucks hit da bricks, if it ain't broke don't fix it, and fucking draw what you want to draw and what makes YOU happy

#art tutorial #art ref #art reference #backgrounds #art tips #whateverdaysart #“stair railings” i said and laughed. “all this- all life- is reduced to stair railings.” pg. 49 of the unabridged journals of sylvia plath #FOUND THE QUOTE

[bendyguitarpick]

I've been watching the avatar series and honestly, I think this warrants a bullet points review bc I have a lot of opinions, and some are unexpected. I haven't been following a y discourse online about the show bc I wanted to form my own opinions before I finished it! This is episodes 1 through 5.

Right off the bat in episode 1, the first thing that strikes me as a huuuge issue is that Aang does not argue with monk gyatso before running away. It's a problem that keeps coming up in this show, and its that all the conflict is deflated from the characters and given to the plot. Instead of a young character making a mistake and learning from the end result, our protagonists just respond in a way that's removes any of their decision making from the driving force of the story. Aang didn't run from his responsibility out of fear, he just needed to clear his head!- our sweet baby boy remains the moral compass!

That being said, I do think the rearranging of the plot in thr first episode is absolutely the right move for the show. The pace is immediately set and it works.

The visuals (costume and set design) feel very very shiny and new, like how all netflix shows end up looking, overly saturated and costumey.

The casting for aang and zuko is one of my favorite things EVER. They are probably the most competent actors so far tbh. That little boy is giving it his all 🥲

Sokka and suki!!! Another instance where all the conflict and resolution feels unearned because there was nothing to resolve! Fine, you can choose to remove the sexism arc, at its center, this sokka and suki introduction is about sokka developing a level of humility that he will need in order to learn from the people we see him meet on this journey. Sokka comes in in the live action show a clueless small town warrior who gets shown the ropes on the big stage, but for what? We see suki chew him out but because there's no real conflict, he's just some shmuck getting chewed out for no real reason other than not knowing enough. It's completely hollow.

Ok this leads me to the fight scenes. They're bad! The only one that I liked was Bumi and aang, we had sustained wide shots, a creative use of bending, and the actors movements feeling well rehearsed. The opposite was the case for nearly every other fight smh.

Katara my beloved 😭 she is shockingly underwritten and I'm trying to figure out why. She gets so little active screentime that isn't just parroting the plot back to aang and sokka. All her passion and life is dead flat. I was praying they'd give her her painted lady momentand it never came, she never had a moment. It's such a huge fuck up to leave one of your three LEADS out to dry like that.

That being said, I had my little fangirl squee when jet and the freedom fighters were revealed. The casting just had me absolutely giddy 😭

And that's just katara compared to everyone else! Because at the end of the day this is the most poorly written dialogue I've seen in a show in so freaking long. It is written so stilted and klunky, and the actors are given so little direction, the end result is so dry and lifeless. It is honestly the single worst part of the show.

Our characters are no longer active decision makers in each town they visit! The plot is just happening to them! It's an extention of that conflict criticism, our heroes don't have anything to learn, they're just along for the ride! No opinions or conflict here!!

But... the one thing that absolutely is working for me... is the story. All the plot changes have been the right move every time. Combining episodes has worked so well in this short season format that it's kept me following along every time! Putting like four episodes into one omashu episode??? And having them connect in a way that makes sense??? Ik completely impressed

So far, it seems like awkward dialogue and overly shiny visuals has bogged down a show that really really could've worked in the live action format! The plot has still succeeded in keeping me engaged for the hour run time of each episode, along with the really great aang and zuko moments.

#avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar the series #bullet points #review time

[ashes-writing]

the power of love pt. eight | stranger things ; s.harrington

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AUTHORS NOTES;

So this is... Pure fluff. I mean that. Expect even more fluff in future parts, tbh. I truly enjoyed writing this all out and it felt like it was just time for this to happen, honestly. So.. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did when it came to me.

Huuuuge thanks and so many fucking hugs and kisses to everyone who puts up with / encourages / reads and sticks around for my bullshit. You guys have no idea how much every single one of you mean to me, babes. Or how much your interactions, whether it be a comment or a reblog or a reblog with tags (your tags guys, ugh I love reading them, they always make me smile), or even a like sometimes manages to make it to me when I need it most and inspires me to keep going. Thank you so so so so so much. I love you guys.

SUMMARY;

-- school dances. two best friends who both want to be more. everybody knows how they feel but the other respective party but maybe... maybe that's all about to change?

PAIRING;

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem of non physical descript beyond having necessary female parts, outfits described and personality assigned.

WARNINGS;

mentions of the devils lettuce, uh... kissing. awkward cute Steve. Lotsa fluff.

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OTHER STUFF;

As previously stated, this is slice of life -mainly fluff / domestic moments and stuff. The Upside down, vecna, deaths and monsters do not exist here. If you're looking for those kinds of things, this is not that. Everyone is of age here, also. And we're saying that the Snow Ball also happens at Hawkins High too, sue me.

You’ve been painting backdrops and decorations for the Snow Ball coming up and you’ve been at it all afternoon. You’re still hanging around when Steve gets out of practice a little after six. But he can’t leave without stopping by the Art classroom to see you because earlier in the day, he got back the results on an exam you spent almost two weeks helping him go over.

You’re the first person he wanted to tell that he aced it.

He’s leaning in the doorway, watching you as you sprawl out on the classroom floor, varying shades of purple, blue and white all over you and the light above your head making the glitter in your hair sparkle in it. You’re laughing. The topic turns to the Snow Ball.

“Are you going? Do you have a date?” Valerie asks the question as you’re preoccupied painting one of the letters on the big banner that’ll go over the gym doors on the night of the  dance. You shrug. “Dunno. I mean, nobody’s asked. And like.. I do want to go with someone but.. It’s a long shot.”

“Just say you wanna go with Steve and go, damn. We all know. The entire school thinks you’re dating, you realize that, right?”

You swallow hard, gazing up at Carol, who is the one who said it. “Huh?”

“Yeah. And Steve never actually denies it. Neither do you, come to think of it.” Carol points out with a calm smirk. You can feel your heart racing and your stomach fluttering. You shrug. “He’s probably gonna ask some real pretty girl. Didn’t he go to that movie with Natalie Allen last weekend?” you ask, a brow raised.

“And she was disappointed as hell when he dropped her off at Tina’s. She said he didn’t do a single thing the whole time but talk about you.”

Steve has to duck into the hallway and take several deep breaths. Classic Carol, he thinks to himself, stirring the pot somehow. But somehow, Carol saying all that she’s said isn’t as bad as he worried it would be. Because since the night about two weeks back when Dustin hinted that you might feel something too, he’s just been sitting on what he was told because he was afraid to do or say anything.

But now that it’s out, he thinks to himself, maybe I need to just go for it.

He steps back up to the doorway, staying out of sight as best as he can and just when he does, it's enough time to overhear what Dustin told him almost two weeks ago out of your own mouth.

“Come on. You can’t sit there and tell me you don’t feel something… Right?” Carol is studying you intently as she dips her paintbrush into deep blue paint.

“Okay, alright. I do. I really do. I love him.. I mean I think so…I just..” you’re doing that cute little thing where you fidget because you’re nervous. Picking at your sleeve. “Look at him, okay? He’s him… I’m.. Me…”

“He’s done way worse recently, I’ll have you know. Hello, that whole shit show with Nancy?” Carol insists.

You swallow hard. “Yeah, but I mean.. She’s actually pretty. And she’s not awkward or clumsy. And she’s probably uh.. Ya know.. Got experience… with things. I do not.”

Carol pops a bubble with her gum as she stares at you like you’ve suddenly grown three heads. “I’m not dignifying any of what you just said with an answer because it’s fucking stupid.”

“Agreed.” Valerie adds. And when she catches sight of Steve lingering by the open door, she pulls herself off the floor and holds a hand out to Carol. “C’mon. I wanna do something bad.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“We gotta go down to my locker. It’s hidden in there.” Valerie answers, practically dragging Carol out of the classroom and right past Steve, the two of them so distracted in their little mission that neither of them seem to see Steve standing there, frozen in place and stunned out of his mind right beside the  door.

Steve takes a deep breath and drags his hand over his face. He can’t come up with anything to dispute what he’s just heard out of his own mouth and he knows it. And the overwhelming urge to just do something is about to drive him insane, it has been for a while now.

And before you can say anything, Carol and Valerie are gone. Probably to smoke a joint in the bathroom because it wouldn’t be the first time Val’s done it when you’re just hanging out on campus after school is done for the day like this. 

You’ve just started to work on covering some snowflakes in glitter when you hear the door to the classroom close quietly.

And then you hear Steve’s throat clear. You sit up and stretch, grinning at him. “Hey! I didn’t think you’d still be here..” you pull yourself off your feet and make your way over, and you’re about to hug him but just like you tend to most of the time, you stop yourself short. And Steve’s staring at you. Intently. Lost in thought. Dazed.

“Steve? Are you okay?” you gaze at him in concern. You remember the exam he had that morning and you sigh. “Didn’t go well, huh?” you hug against him, carefully so you don’t get any wet paint that may be on you on his white shirt. You’re a little surprised when he pulls you against him so that your bodies are flush instead of awkwardly placed and his arms lock around you so tight that your breath catches in your throat for a few seconds.

“No, I passed. A -.” Steve mumbles when his brain finally lets him get words out properly. You throw your arms around his neck and you’re laughing. “I told you you’d pass!” you stick your tongue out at him and you’re so happy, so proud of him it seems, that something in him just snaps.

His hands settle on either side of your face and he pulls your mouth against his, his tongue outlining your lips before his lips latch onto them. You whimper, shivering a little. Melting against him as your fingers tangle in sweaty hair that’s sticking up everywhere on his head. His tongue invades your mouth, running along yours. Massaging. Dominating the kiss. Your brain still hasn’t quite processed what’s happening, but you want it bad enough that you’re very responsive, very vocal, every little whimper and whine and the way your teeth latch onto his bottom lip and bite down gently when you pull away just a little to breathe, mouths still connected by a strand of saliva… It’s even further confirmation that there is something there.

And he can’t just ignore it now.

He’s gotta do something about it.

“S-steve?” you’re still processing what just happened. Dripping and hot all over, squirmy under his intent gaze. He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth and his forehead falls against your own as he attempts to catch his breath completely. “Sorry, I..” he mutters quietly, you shake your head at him, “No,no.. Don’t uh.. Don’t apologize, okay? I liked it.” you admit, going red in the face which makes him chuckle quietly. “Somebody’s blushing right now.”

“Am I?” you breathe out. He nods. “It’s cute.”

“I uh… why, though?” you question, gazing up at him with such a puzzled look on your face that he laughs softly. “Because I like you. A lot.”

“Oh.” you mumble softly. And then, it finally hits you. “Oh.” you mumble again, awe in your voice. “I don’t mean it the way you’re thinking, I… It’s driving me crazy, alright? I like you so much it’s scary.” -and he doesn’t say it, but he’s thinking that this is terrifying and he’s second-guessing his entire decision and questioning whether what he heard was misunderstood, but then you’re melting against him, pulling him down to your level with a hand fisting at sweaty hair as you crash your mouth against his and nip at his bottom lip until the shock wears off on his end and his mouth falls open for you. You sigh against his mouth and admit quietly, “I know what you mean. I’ve wanted to say something I just..” you trail off and he speaks up, his mouth meeting yours again so that the word is swallowed by the kiss, “Couldn’t. Me too.” he takes a very long and shaky breath as he stares at you through heavy lidded brown eyes.

And then Carol and Valerie clear their throats from the doorway. “Finally?”

Steve’s holding out a middle finger to both of them and you’re hiding your heated face in the front of his shirt. He glances down at you. “Do you uh.. Do you wanna get outta here? Y’know,” he nods to the blue and purple and white hues all over your clothes and skin as he chuckles and smirks, “Before that shit dries and ruins your favorite jeans?”

“Yeah.” you manage to answer, but your legs feel like Jello so instead of moving, you stay melted against him and you take a second or two to pull yourself together. When you’ve stood there cuddled against him for what your two friends deem a long enough period of time, they yell in unison, “Oh my god, go! Go make out or something, shit!”

“We’re fiiiine. We’ll totally get these signs and stuff hung up. Yeah.”

You glance from one to the other. “Okay. Alright.”

Steve hasn’t felt this lightweight in a while. Months.

On a whim, he scoops you up and the two of you spill into the hallway, rushing through the double doors at the end and out into the dim light of an early sunset. 

You’re sat atop the hood of his BMW and he pushes your legs apart to stand between them. “So uh… you’ll come with me, right? You’re.. We’re..”

You laugh softly. “Depends on what you’re asking.” as you nod your head yes and lean against him, your heart racing and the smile on your face so big that it hurts almost. 

“Right, yeah.. The Snow Ball thing.. Will you uh… Go to it with me? As my girlfriend?” he’s fidgeting and you can’t help but laugh because it’s the cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen. Your arms slip around his neck and you smile, nodding and laughing. “I will. As your girlfriend.”

“Do you, uh… Do you wanna come over? We can watch movies or something..”

You nod and smile. “I’d love that.”

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[stingslikeabee]

Another shot down and it's as if with every one, another stack of paper piles up. Though the bar is quiet, voices seem loud and the music is blaring. He holds his head down, eyes heavy on the documents but certainly not focused enough to read. Though he's lost to the mundanity of information anything but - he's quickly distracted when she walks on by, another glass handed and a concerned look in her eye.

"Mel-" he half-smiles, eyes tired - weighed down by the black bags beneath them "please, don't mind me."

Though, honestly, he sorta wishes she would. A sly satisfaction when she walks on by, a hope that maybe she'd pull out a chair and keep him company. Not that he would want to drag her all the more into this, oh lord no, but rather that he's a man and she's a beautiful woman and with alcohol comes the confidence to look at her once more and say -

"...no, actually - sit with me. I need you."

unscripted asks . always accepting

There were a number of places in town that Melissa openly favored for conducting business - bars, clubs and restaurants where she had a partnership with the staff and they not only kept an eye on her girls for her, but also offered the necessary privacy that most of her clients desired from an exclusive (and expensive) service. That bar was one of them - it had been selected because one of her newest ‘flowers’ was making her debut that night and the woman wanted to follow it more closely... But also because it allowed her to speak freely with her latest partner in crime, too.

He had evidently been there for a while - the papers and other documents surrounding his corner at the counter making for a strangely lonely sight, one that she couldn’t ignore upon arrival. Sparing all but a glance towards her protégée, Melissa made her way to Chris instead, nursing a glass of whiskey herself. His initial words earned him a raised eyebrow and an inquisitive look, almost as if she was tempted to prompt him for what he originally wanted to ask.

But at his surprising follow-up - the brunette smiled, free hand touching his closest arm in a rather innocent motion that offered her acceptance before even words were necessary. Melissa elegantly moved to the seat beside him, one last look to her girl and to one of the bartender freeing her up of any additional work obligations and devoting her attention entirely to Chris.

“Well, finally some words I like to hear from a handsome man. There’s so much rejection I can take gracefully, Chris - you were this close to meeting your quota,” she gestured with the free hand to symbolize how dangerously near the man had been to getting on her bad side - all in good humor, of course. Melissa knew the guy hadn’t gone to her for fun - a business partnership it was, and yet she could feel something. Some different form of tension once his intent became clear and she found herself willing to trust his explanations (after some independent fact checking and digging, of course).

“What can I do for you?” she asked after a sip, placing the crystal glass over the counter and looking straight at the man, unafraid of holding his gaze. Melissa was not dressed as exquisitely as her ‘flower’ a couple of seats away, but she was decked in elegant fabrics and the right amount of jewelry to look like she belonged at that bar, and at the time Chris was the single beneficiary of her undivided attention, rather overwhelming closeness and the smell of her perfume.

“And I mean you - not your work. Since you’re seemingly willing to be a different man tonight, Mr. Redfield... Take five minutes off and listen to my advice. Do yourself a favor and relax, will you?” a small, mischievous smile curved her painted lips then, “I barely touched you earlier and you felt horribly tense - not even in the good way.”

#r-edfield #r edfield #v: House of Flowers #replied #you come into my (Dutch) house #you give me this man all alone #you think she's not going to eat that up #:))))

[starrysoftie]

— diary | p.p

“She’s like a shot of espresso...”

includes: tasm! Peter Parker

summary: you accidentally find Peter Parker’s diary

notes: a request from a lovely anon

I deleted this because there was no interaction on it for like a few hours so I thought my acc was broken and then I was informed that tags weren’t working LOLL. if u want u can read more abt the issue here

ALSO BIG FAT SHOUTOUT TO @scandalous-chaos FOR EDITING ILOVEU

Peter Parker was not the kind of person to have a diary.

Or so you thought.

You had some suspicions he may have one, starting from the time you were helping him organize his room and he was extremely against you sorting through the stack of journals in the corner of his room.

And on top of that, he was overly defensive.

So defensive as in he chucked threw something at your face every single time you even glanced in the general direction of them.

You pointed an accusing finger at him. “Peter, look, we’re best friends, I can handle the truth. Are they porn?”

“No?? What the fu—”

The next time was when you asked to borrow a journal that was on his desk to rip out a piece of scratch paper. He shot a web at the book and slingshotted it back into his grasp right as you laid a single finger on it, sputtering some half-assed excuse like it was ‘Aunt May’s precious recipe book.’

Bullshit.

You could see right through him, but honestly, you could care less. What you did care about was finishing your stupid english final. You reached for another journal but he snatched it away even faster than the first one, much to your displeasure.

“Can I use this one?” You pointed to yet another notebook as he shook his head in disapproval.

Now to a purple one. “This?”

“No.”

“This one?”

“No.”

“What about this one?”

“No.”

“That one?”

“Wait- here, use this.” He digs through the desk drawer that he had already cluttered up again (even though you had reorganized it three days ago), pulling out a stack of post-it notes. He tossed them your way.

You deadpan. “These are post-it notes.”

“Clearly.” He hums, shrugging.

“Neon pink ones.”

“Uh yeah—” He shuffled through more clutter in his desk, “but I have orange or yellow ones too, if you’d like.”

“These are… bright neon pink.”

“Now I’m convinced you’re just stating obvious facts.”

“Peter.”

He turns to face you. “Yes?”

“How the hell am I supposed to turn in a four-paged english essay FOR OUR FINAL on pink post-it notes?”

He shrugged again. “I dunno. Magic maybe?”

The most recent and suspicious time was when he was absolutely flipping his shit when he couldn’t find the navy blue journal he’s been attached at the hip with. Like any normal human, you offered to help him look, but he immediately refused.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry, but no.”

“The hell?” You exclaim, a confused look painting your features. “Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“You’re aware that normal people accept help when they are offered it?”

“Normal people don’t have superpowers.”

You roll your eyes, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge he was right. “You know you’re gonna have a better chance of finding it if you let somebody help.”

“Obviously, but I just can’t.”

“Why not?” You question, your previously concerned expression slowly morphing into an irritated one. “You’ve literally been carrying that journal with you for the past month which means it obviously has some kind of value to you, and by extension to me. Not to mention you’ve just been super secretive about it.”

He sighs, obviously feeling guilty about his erratic behavior. “I know, and I’m sorry for being an ass about it but—”

“Peter??”

Aunt May opened his bedroom door, placing some cookies on the desk and she used her other hand to signal to Peter to follow her. “Aw honey, it’s good to see you again! I didn’t even notice you were here!”

You offered a small, yet kind smile. “Hey Aunt May! Yeah, Pete and I have been busy with finals so we haven’t been able to hangout like we normally do.”

“I’m glad you’re able to get some free time and destress from all the studying though.” She said, before she tugged on Peter’s sleeve to regain his attention. “Peter, come on. I need your help fixing something.”

He sighs, stepping over all the piles of mess he created in his frantic search to find his journal. Right before he exited the room he turned to you with a stern glare.

“Promise me you won’t go looking for it?”

You nod. “I pinky promise.”

Obviously as the amazing best friend you are, as soon as you’re out of his sight you set out to go and find the secret notebook.

And did you successfully find it???

Nope!! plus he caught u snooping around

lmfao loser

Rightfully so, all these events have been leading up to this one moment you’ve been waiting for.

The seemingly lost journal was not really lost at all.

He had left it in your room when he had come over the day before.

Admittedly, the overwhelming urge to snoop through it had obviously crossed your mind more than a few times. Who wouldn’t be curious about the journal he held in such a secretive light?

You picked up the journal that he laid on the edge of your bed, flipping to the cover and rationalizing your actions to see if the journal was yours or his.

First page was scribbled in deep red ink that wrote, ‘PETER PARKER’S DIARY #5. IF LOST PLEASE RETURN AND DO NOT READ UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.”

DIARY???

“This thing was a diary??” Your jaw drops in surprise, not expecting the true nature of the notebook to be a diary out of all things. Of course you had your suspicions, but Peter never seemed to be the kind of sentimental guy who wrote out his feelings.

And this was his fifth one???

There were more??

There was little to no self control within your body at this point, the curiosity flowing through you clouding any rational judgment you had.

You flipped through the pages, most were actually filled with pictures he had taken and drawings, a few pages written down here and there. One section had specifically caught your attention.

There was a neon pink post-it note bookmark that had your name scribbled on it.

You assumed it would’ve been more collages of photos of the both of you as the previous pages were, but boy you were wrong.

Very wrong.

Heat creeped up on your cheeks as you were completely frozen in shock for the second time that night. You read his familiar chicken scratch over and over.

She’s like a shot of espresso. She’s like being bathed in sunlight. She's incredibly energetic, enthusiastic and has this sense of play and fun which is incredibly exciting. She’s the light and love of my life. I’ve been in love with her since we’ve met and I always will be, but she doesn’t know and I don’t know how to tell her.

You’re speechless.

It’s probably about time you grew a pair and figured out how to confess your love for him as well.

But little do you know, he may or may not have purposefully planted that diary in your room so he didn’t need to make the first move.

Guess you’ll never know.

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[mindninjax]

To Shape a Home (16)

Winter- Chapter 16

Last Chapter| Masterlist| Next Season

Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: None!

WC: 4.3K

a/n: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ok ok I'm back! I am so sorry yall. I had to do some family time and then my laptop BROKE but I'm back it's back. We're here and it's all ok! Can yall believe it's almost the end? Wowza. Anywhooooo I hope yall enjoy this chapter! Thank yall so much or being patient with me! 💖

There’s a part in that book you’re always readin’ where the main chick has to chant “There’s no place like home” for her to be transported back to where she came from. If shit like that actually worked in the real world, Katsuki would be chanting that shit over and over right now. Anything to get him out of this fucking monkey suit, out of the back of this limousine, and out of the goddamn city.

Building after building passes by the tinted windows and as the car delves into the concrete jungle, Katsuki grows more and more on edge. It doesn’t help that you aren’t here with him. You had to get here a day earlier to get everything set up. He’d heard you chatting with your friend on the phone, heard her squeal and complain on the other line when you sternly told her you needed to make some changes to the paintings on display.

He’d also heard the amount of people who had paid to show up to the art gallery, all for the chance to purchase one of your paintings. It was an absurd amount, Katsuki doesn’t even think he knows that many people.

He should’ve known you were this popular, honestly. You’re fucking good at painting, there’s no question about it and you had every single person in town wrapped around your finger in a matter of weeks when you first arrived in Pelican Town. So he should’ve known you’d be this big shot artist from the city. It makes sense, it’s what you deserve; the praise, the attention, the money, but it doesn’t make being here easier.

It also doesn’t make having to tolerate Eijirou, Denki, and Hanta fawning over every single goddamn thing they pass as the limo swerves through the streets.

“There are so many people walking around. How do they all not bump into each other constantly?” Eijirou asks.

“These buildings are taller than my parent’s silo,” Denki breathes in astonishment.

“Holy crap there are so many Joja stores here,” Hanta replies as he stares nervously out the window. “How do any of the other shops stay open?”

Katsuki huffs. “There are more people in one of these buildings than in Pelican Town alone and those shops have plenty of uppity clientele. That’s how they afford to stay open,” he grumbles, folding his arms over his chest.

This sucks. Why couldn’t he have come with you earlier? He wouldn’t have minded getting here early and helping to set up if you were here by his side. His hand itches and his leg bounces with the jitters. He just needs to see you, you’ll calm him down for sure. He thinks about humming your funeral song to himself, but decides against it and instead imagines you singing it to him to calm him down. It doesn’t help a lot, only makes him want to hear you in person.

A hand on his arm tears him out of the blanket of nerves and he turns to see Eijirou smiling at him. “Don’t worry man. I think we’re almost there,” he says encouragingly. He squeezes Katsuki’s arm for an extra boost of confidence and again Katsuki is comparing how much you Ei are scarily alike.

“Thanks,” he mutters before turning back to look out the window.

Katsuki wonders what this is all about. When you’d asked him about the art show, you’d made it seem like this would’ve been the answer to all of his problems but he can’t see how this would help. Like any of these fucking people give a shit about his farm? Still, he trusts you and even if this isn’t part of the plan to buy his farm back, he wouldn’t miss the chance to support you.

So he takes a deep breath as the limo pulls in front of a very clean and modern looking building. The sooner he gets this over with the better.

The minute Katsuki steps out of the car, the city stink hits him in the face. He wrinkles his nose, it smells like garbage and smog and exhaust.The sun is starting to set and with the retreating sunlight, the city becomes more and more gray. He rolls his eyes but immediately searches for you. When he finds you, he sighs in relief. You’re standing at the door of the gallery speaking swiftly to someone dressed in all black and looks to be one of the waiters. Beside you stands a tall woman with light blue shoulder length hair, wearing a mint green dress that Katsuki assumes is your agent, Neijire Hado.

Already you look so different from what he’s used to. Your curls are straightened, your hair sleek and shiny. You’re wearing a white dress that hugs your body, accentuates your curves and shows a hint of skin in all of his favorite places. Your cleavage, your lower back, a slit to peek your thigh out as you walk. However, Katsuki feels completely at ease when you turn and make eye contact with him. Your appearance is different, but that smile you only show him looks exactly as he remembers and dofr that he’s grateful.

You and Nejire make your way over to Katsuki and the others standing outside of the art gallery. As soon as you’re close, he’s wrapping you in his arms and pulling you tight to his body, breathing in your familiar scent and humming to himself in relief. All the anxious energy pours out of him as you nestle against the empty spaces of his body, his missing piece.

“Missed you too Katsu,” you whisper into his chest and he grunts in response.

“Ah so you’re the famous farmer boyfriend, right? She wouldn’t shut up about you the entire time, you know,’ Nejire says, breaking into the brief tender moment. You whip around to glare at her as the others laugh.

“Don’t tell him that! I’ll never hear the end of it now,” you whine as Katsuki flashes you a shit eating grin.

“Don’t worry Darlin’. Kats was just as eager to see you. Shoulda seen him jitterin’ all the way here,” Eiji pipes up. Katsuki glares at him.

“You fuckin’ traitor,” he replies squinting at Eijirou.

Eiji’s attention seems to be elsewhere though. He’s staring at Neijire like a buffoon, mouth slightly agape as his eyes roll up and down her frame. When you turn to look at Neijire, you give Katsuki a quick wink as he watches her bat her eyes at Eijirou.

“Oh…you didn’t say all of your farmer friends were coming,” she flirts.

You smirk behind your fingertips and then clear your throat as you introduce them all to her. You leave Eiji for last, gesturing to him with an open palm as you inform her “and this is Eijirou Kirishima, sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

Eiji smiles at her, grabs her hand and places a chaste kiss on her knuckle before saying, “Good Evenin’ Miss. Thanks for havin’ us.'' His smile is almost blinding and Neijire’s cheeks are puffed up so much from smiling Katsuki can tell her whole face will ache a bit later.

Katsuki rolls his eyes as you grab his hand and address the rest of the group. “Shall we go in?” you ask, leading him away with another wink over your shoulder.

The art show takes place in a large bougie modern looking building with bare white walls and floors. It’s all pristine and sleek with covered canvases hanging all over the walls, way too clean and colorless for Katsuki’s taste. Where’s the greens of the trees and the deep browns of the soil? It’s no wonder you were so captivated by the big oak in his backyard. Katsuki can count on one hand the number of trees he’s seen since coming here.

It makes up for the lack of color by being filled to the brim with people. The room is buzzing with conversation, and although Katsuki and the others are dressed to fit in with the rest of the people here, it’s so painfully obvious how much they stand out. He sticks close to your side as you mingle through the crowds, greeting people, smiling, and shaking hands. He keeps an arm wrapped tightly around your waist and is thankful that you stay tucked into his side. When you introduce him, he gives curt nods and polite enough greetings.

“You’re doing well Katsu,” you whisper to him when the two of you finally have a moment alone.

He blows out a long breath. “Can we go home yet?” he asks, squeezing your hand lightly. The nerves are starting to settle into his limbs and he thinks the only thing keeping him from losing his shit is your hand in his. Squeeze so that I know you’re still here with me. That’s what you’d told him when he was comforting you. He didn’t know how much that actually helped, until now.

You smile and kiss the back of his knuckle, leaving a red lipstick print. “Soon Katsu, I promise,” you assure him. He squeezes your hand again and you peer up at him. He feels your hand cup his cheek gently and he immediately leans into it, shutting his eyes and enjoying the warmth.

“Why did we have to come here? I thought you were done with the city. You look pretty comfortable with all these people. Plus, you’re fuckin’ famous. Why would you wanna live out in the middle of nowhere?” he says, voice edging toward irritation.

“Because you’re there,” you reply simply and it immediately shuts him up. “And I’m not famous, this is just more people than you’re used to,” you explain with a smile.

He stares down into your eyes. He’ll never get tired of the way you look at him, the way you calm him. How you manage to look at him like he’s the only thing that matters in your world, every single time he has no clue. He takes a deep breath in and out to calm himself again.

“I know this is rough and I’m very proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone to be here with me.” The light praise does wonders for his ego but he narrows his eyes and hooks his finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

“Oi, I’ll always be here to support ya. So don’t go thankin’ me for shit I should be doin’ anyway,” he replies seriously.

“I love you, you know that?” you say squeezing his hand.

“Yeah I know.”

Your watch beeps suddenly and you clap your hands together and squeal, “It’s time!”

Katsuki watches you take your place at the podium on the slightly raised stage in front of the gathered audience and all the attention drops to you. You smile big and bright, a natural at this truly, and Katsuki can’t help but be in awe of you. You clear your throat and start your speech with thanking everyone for coming out.

“As you’re all aware, this will be the last art show I will be participating in. That means this show is special and it means every single piece is special. My hope is that you all will be able to see something different and more lively in this painting series. As it is unveiled I would implore all of you to stop and imagine yourselves in the paintings. Find one that really speaks to you and should you find one, let that be the one you bid on,” you say with a smile.

There’s murmuring in the audience, Katsuki even overhears one of the stuck-up women in the crowd whisper “This series better be as good as she says” to another woman next to her. Katsuki clenches his fist at his side and bites his tongue to stop him from saying something to her. He can’t believe you actually tolerate these people.

You press a button and the curtains hanging over each of the canvases hanging on the wall slowly part to show all of the paintings. The room is silent, as everyone takes in the paintings. Katsuki holds his breath as he observes. He’s stunned, every painting is like a snapshot of a place in Pelican Town. Some even feature some of the residents.

There’s one of Eijirou sanding wood back behind his carpentry shop, the green trees of the forest stand like silent guardians behind him, the sun glistens on his skin. There’s another painting of Denki sitting at the front desk of the library, thoroughly engaged in reading a book he has propped open. There’s a beam of light shining from above, most likely the sunroof of the library, shining down on Denki as he reads as if he's an angel. You even manage to get his “focused” face just right. There’s one of Hanta smiling gently down at a baby calf, his large hand resting on the top of its head, and even ones of Shouta and Hizashi’s chicken coop.

When people finally start to speak again, murmuring to themselves in awe, you continue your speech.

“I know I know, these weren’t the pieces you were expecting to see and purchase. But if this is going to be my last show, I figured you all should see why I’m choosing to retire early. This is my home. Pelican Town, where I grew up, where I returned, where I met some of the most amazing people I will ever know.” When you say that, you pause and look directly at Katsuki, smiling big and proud. His heart tumbles over itself and the overwhelming feeling of

“For all of its beauty and fantastic people, it is struggling to stay afloat and rather than sit here and do nothing as I’ve been prone to do in the past, I’ve decided I am not going to do that anymore. So, I’m pleased to announce that with every painting that is sold, the gold will go toward the restructure of Pelican Town.”

“There’s one more surprise for all of you. A painting that is worth more than any of the paintings in this gallery as it is the last one I worked on before retiring. It is being revealed exclusively to all of you here and it will help in saving a place that means more to me than anything in the world. “

Two men bring an easel with a covered canvas out from behind you and set it down next to you. You gesture to it with an open palm, before pulling the cover off of it and showing the crowd. Everyone intakes a breath all at once and Katsuki can tell they all are thinking the same thing.

The painting is of his farm. Specifically, the huge oak tree, glowing with the lanterns he hung on the branches. The rolling hills in the background are perfect, his girls are out grazing in the field near the tree. You even managed to capture the tiny hole in the lawn that looks like a dip in the line on the horizon. It’s perfect and it’s stunning, almost like it’s out of a fucking fairytale or something. Katsuki’s chest feels tight and he swallows a lump in his throat.

“This will be sold to the highest bidder, the proceeds will go towards saving the place this painting depicts. Every single purchase is appreciated and I am sure all of the townsfolk in Pelican Town would join me in thanking you all for experiencing the beauty the town has to offer through my paintings. But if the paintings aren’t enough, if you just can’t help but to see the breathtaking views in person, please come experience the fresh air for yourself. I teach a painting class at the community center. You are all welcome to come visit, in fact I insist. Please enjoy the exhibit and know that with every bid you are saving the livelihoods of a ton of people and I can not thank all of you enough for it. Thank you.”

When you step down off of the podium the room erupts into applause and cheers. You step down and grab Katsuki’s hand as he helps you down from the stage beaming at him. He stands looking at you in awe.

“What?” you say with a cheeky grin.

“You… yer…”

“Amazing, incredible, astounding, glorious, beautiful. Yes yes I know,” you joke, waving a hand absentmindedly.

He doesn’t laugh or anything. Just stares for a long time before he pulls you in for a kiss. No words could describe the way he feels so he thinks maybe a kiss will. It’s heated and desperate and he’s reluctant to pull away.

“Come on, you look like you could use a break from all of this,” you suggest as you gently rub your nose against his.

“Idjit, ain’t you supposed to stay here at the gallery?”

“Neije will handle the crowds, we'll be back in a bit, don't worry.” Weaving through the crowd is easy for you. You smile and nod as all of the people pat you on the back or shower you with praise, yet you stay focused on pulling Katsuki with you toward the back of the hall.

You pull him to an elevator, press the button and slip into it, quickly pressing the close door button. When the doors shut and the bustling hum of the crowd is silenced, you let out a deep breath and nestle your face into Katsuki’s chest. He automatically wraps an arm around your back and leans down to rub his cheek against the top of your head. The two of you stay like that for just a moment before you reach over to hit the key that goes to the roof. You pull a tiny key from your little purse and put it into the elevator for access.

When the doors open Katsuki can hardly believe what he’s seeing. Millions of lights twinkling out across the horizon as the sun begins to set behind it. There’s a cool crisp breeze that would normally chill him to the bone, given that it is the middle of winter, but being in the crowded gallery makes the air out here feel clean and refreshing. In fact, now that he thinks about it, he can’t smell any of those disgusting scents he smelled when he first arrived here. It smells crisp and clean and when he takes a deep inhale in, it fills his lungs with comfort.

You walk to the edge of the building, gazing out at all the millions of lights with a dreamy expression. Katsuki thinks he’s seen that look before. He knows he has. It’s the same look you had when you looked at his oak tree. He stands in amazement gazing at the picture in front of him, the lights, the sunset, and the main subject of the picture, you, in all your glory. You’re stunning, so beautiful it aches in his chest and he thinks, how lucky he is to have someone like you love him.

“Gonna stand there all night, or do you wanna join me over here,” you yell over your shoulder.

He approaches, but stays silent, eyebrows knitting together as he basks in the overwhelming feeling of adoration pumping through his veins. You grab his arms to pull him to you, stand in front of him and make him wrap his arms around the front of your torso.

Again you both stay quiet. There’s so much he wants to say. So much he wants to thank you for but it’s all lost in the tumbling emotions floating around his mind and gut. He’s thankful when you finally speak.

“I used to feel like I belonged here. Used to tell Gramps this is where I was supposed to be. I never admitted aloud to myself but deep down I knew I was wrong.”

Katsuki stays silent. He knows you aren’t finished and frankly he doesn’t have much to say anyway, so he lets you think about your next words.

“Funny enough, when I moved back to Pelican Town, I thought I was finally doing something right. Making the right choice, going back to where I truly belonged but the truth was…Pelican Town wasn’t my home either.”

That makes him pull away from you, and you turn to look at him with a calm expression. What the hell do you mean Pelican Town isn’t where you belong? Of course it is. He’s in Pelican Town and you belong with him.

“The hell are you talking about?” he asks in a suspicious voice.

You smile and he’s confused. Why would you be smiling right now? Are you about to end it? Was he wrong all along? Were you just like Camie?

“Before you got here, I was a wreck. An anxious nervous wreck. Neijire had to calm me down so much. And before I knew you in Pelican Town, I was a wreck. Avoiding my feelings, pretending to be someone I’m not. Can’t you see the common denominator here?”

“What’re ya sayin’? That it’s my fault you were all fucked up?” he asks incredulously.

You giggle and now Katsuki is sure he doesn’t know what the hell is going on.

“I’m saying quite the opposite you dummy. I’m saying that it doesn’t matter where I go or where I live, as long as I'm there with you, I’m happy. You are my home Katsu. Can’t believe it took me that long to freaking figure it out but there it is,” you say shrugging. Fat tears brim in the corner of your eyes and he has to bite his lip to not cry with you. He reaches out to cup your face and catch the tear that rolls down your cheek.

“Yer doing all this for me?” he whispers finally as he touches his forehead to yours.

“No, actually.”

“Hah?” he jerks back, face starting to twist in anger. You grab his hand, intertwine your fingers into his and kiss the back of his fist.

“I did it to help you and the entire town. The more attention the small town gets, the more shops will stay open. If city folk come to enjoy the quiets of the country at one of the little festivals, think about how that will help all your friends’ shops.”

Oh. Holy shit, you thought of everything. If this works, you will have single handedly saved the town. He doesn’t know how to express how much what you’re doing means to him. You love the town, it’s your home and you want to protect it. His farm is Paradise but with you, it’s more like heaven.

“If there’s anything I’ve learned from Joja, it’s that people will pay an arm and a leg for sentimental things, which is why that painting of your farm is gonna sell for a shit ton of money and help you buy it from Camie. I figure we can give Joja Mart a taste of their own medicine by swiping the sale out from underneath them,” you finish giggling.

Katsuki doesn’t know what to say. He can feel a lump in his throat but swallows it. He’s never met anyone like you before and he doesn’t think he ever will again. It’s then that it becomes clear and suddenly all his mind can focus on is the idea of spending the rest of his life with you. It’s then that Katsuki Bakugo realizes that this is real love, that you were what he was kissing in life. And now that he’s found you, he’s intent on never letting you go.

He gulps then turns to look at you, brows pulling together as he struggles to say something. Finally, he mutters under his breath so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“Marry me.”

You turn to look at him incredulously. “W...what?”

“I ain’t got a ring, and I gotta wait for that sketchy guy to show up at the beach to get the fuckin’ mermaid pendant. I mean who the hell only shows up at the beach to sell shit while it’s rainin’? Shitty business practice ifin ya ask m–”

Katsuki’s tirade is cut off by the smashing of your lips against his and like always they feel like home. He hums against your lips, your tongue dances inside of his mouth and you taste divine. His hands hold both of your cheeks tightly and your body presses into his so tightly he can feel your breasts on his chest. When you pull back away from him you’re slightly out of breath but you chuckle, “You talk too much.”

He scoffs and tightens his grip on your waist. “That a yes, then?”

“Of course it is!”

You’re about to kiss him again when your phone vibrates and tears your attention away. You whip it out of your tiny purse to look at the message and then grin like a kid keeping a huge secret.

When you don’t speak for a long time, Katsuki rolls his eyes and huffs. “For fucks sake what is it?”

“The sign up sheet for the art classes at the community center is full and one of the paintings just sold at triple the starting bid price,” you explain, still grinning like an idiot.

“Holy shit,” Katsuki gasps, momentarily impressed that your art is worth that much. But you’re still staring at your phone, almost vibrating with excitement and Katsuki knows there’s something else.

“What else has ya smiling like a gator that just came from the dentist?” he asks, rolling his eyes.

You giggle at his silly saying then hand the phone to him to look.

“Looks like we aren’t the only ones falling into romance,” you giggle.

On the phone Katsuki looks at the picture. It’s a number written on a slip of paper and a name scribbled underneath. “Eijirou.” Beneath the picture is a message from Neijire that reads “You won’t be the only one with a new farmer boyfriend!”

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Thanks for reading!

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #marquie writes #stardew valley au #to shape a home

[haoreo]

✿ 𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 | 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥

content: jake x fem!reader, fluff!!, ft. wonyoung from ive <3

word count: 700+

disclaimer: i'm new to writing fanfics (especially oneshots) so please go easy on me. i mean no harm to any of the members, this is purely fictional. would love to hear your thoughts! :>

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they said that your years in high school would be the best years of your life. meeting new people, trying out new hobbies, and making memories, both good and bad, all around campus.

you were one of the few people in your school that thought high school was pretty okay. you were president of the camera club, maintained good grades, and had a great group of friends. your high school life was smooth-sailing, you could say, not until you’ve crossed paths with him.

sim jaeyun. or jake sim, whatever.

jake, the team captain of your school’s soccer team.

jake, the class clown yet somehow still the teacher’s favorite.

jake, the one who’s crush changes almost every other week.

the jake sim, whose next target seems to be you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“you know what, ___, why don’t you just give him a chance?” wonyoung asked out of nowhere during lunch.

“what and get added to his long list of failed commitments? no thanks,” you replied while angrily poking at your food.

wonyoung shrugged at you, “i don’t know, his looks aren’t bad, and he’s popular, funny, " she listed with her fingers, "plus he’s been at it for three months, which is probably the longest he’s gone for a girl.”

you had to admit, wonyoung was right. he has been trying to get your attention for almost three months now. buying you your favorite snacks, offering to bring your things, and sometimes even waiting for you at the school gates when you finish late at the camera club. (you thought that it was sweet, of course, but you would never admit it)

“well it can't mean anything, right? he’s done the same to-“

you were interrupted by a hand placing a carton of chocolate milk in front of you. your favorite.

“hey, sweetheart.” you rolled your eyes at the nickname. but wonyoung just giggled at your frustration.

jake took a seat next to you with his face only inches away from yours, “are you going to my big game tomorrow morning?”

“it's not like i have a choice, do i?” you begrudgingly reply.

being president of the camera club, you were usually assigned the bigger school events, and that includes all of the soccer team’s games. if your pride wasn’t so high, you would admit to actually enjoying jake’s games. cheering on for your school can feel exhilarating and you’re able to do something you’re great at, photography. the candid shots of the crowd and the players had a different charm to them, and it also didn’t help how jake looked great in every single photo you take of him. in fact, it kind of made him your favorite subject. which is something you'd never say out loud.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

it was the big day, and the game was about to start. your schoolmates occupied the bleachers on one side, adorned with face paint of your school colors and holding different banners and posters of all of the players. you were double-checking your camera and all your extra memory cards and batteries when wonyoung nudged your side.

you looked up to see jake jogging to where you and wonyoung were seated.

“hey, sweetheart! let's make a deal,” he grinned at you, “if we win this game, i get to take you on a date.”

your cheeks warmed at his offer, partly out of embarrassment because he said this out loud, but also because maybe his consistent efforts were finally getting to you.

“and what about if you lose, hm?” you managed to reply with the little confidence you had left.

“well lucky for you, princess, you don’t have to worry about that. i’ll make sure we win,” he said with a wink, “is it a deal?”

“deal.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

your whole school roared in excitement when your school’s team officially won the game. and honestly, you were excited too.

students started to file out of the venue but you stayed behind to pack up your things while also viewing some of the shots you took today, zooming into the ones that featured jake.

speaking of, jake walked up to you after bidding goodbye to his teammates, his sports bag thrown over his shoulder.

this time, you were the first to speak up, “you did well out there, jake.” he blushed at your compliment. he got compliments all the time, but it felt different when it came from you.

"i'm sure you took great photos of me as well?" he raised his eyebrows, teasing you. you simply laughed at him, poking fun at how he had to ruin the moment.

“um, but about that date, how’s next friday?” he asked, suddenly getting serious.

“sure, pick me up at 7, hm?” you moved closer to him, “oh and by the way.”

setting aside your pride for a few seconds, you placed your hand on his chest and planted a kiss on his cheek. “congratulations,” you said quietly with a smile.

jake smiled back, knowing he made the right choice to continue choose you, every single day.

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aaaa hope you liked it huhu this was my first oneshot so pretty skerd here

#enhypen #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen oneshot #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #kpop #enha imagines #park sunghoon #lee heeseung #kim sunoo #park jeongseong #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #jake sim x reader #enhypen x reader #jake sim fluff #enhypen au #jake sim au #enhypen jake

[simplyotometrash]

MC turns into MSheep!

Inspired by the lil anime announcement we got because I love MC still being represented by a lil sheepie~!

As usual, this is gender-neutral reader!MC

It was a total accident. You were just working on your potion project with Solomon. He was helping you with the math of it, mostly, since it was pretty complicated. You had no idea where things went wrong. There was a puff of pink smoke when you added the last ingredient and suddenly Solomon was a giant! Well, actually you were turned into a small pink sheep...

Lucifer:

He didn’t know what to say when Solomon brought you home.

You were a sheep. A tiny sheep. And very pink.

His beloved was a sheep.

Lucifer.exe has stopped responding.

Honestly, give this old man a few moments to take in the shock and let things settle.

Then he’s going to threaten Solomon because who else would have turned you into a fucking sheep?

A tiny voice sounded from the sheep. It sounded like you, only smaller.

“It was my fault. I think. Solomon didn’t even touch my potion ingredients.”

Well, that doesn’t change anything. Solomon had best change you back or else.

And those words shot pure ice through your veins. You knew when your Lucifer got pissed off, his threats were not to be taken lightly.

For the time being, however, you had to live as a sheep.

Lucifer didn’t hesitate to just carry you everywhere. What if you got lost? Or Beel tried to eat you? Or Belphie thought you were a pillow? Or Mammon tried to sell you?

There were too many variables and this old demon just wanted some peace of mind.

So you went literally everywhere with him. You two still talked as normal. You even slept in his room still. 

You promised yourself to help him relax once you were human again. You knew your situation caused a lot of unneeded stress on the poor man.

It took three whole days before Solomon was able to change you back.

But when you were human again you didn’t expect Lucifer to hug you so tightly or give you such a firm kiss. He had missed his human being, well, a human far more than he cared to admit.

But you better make good on helping him relax. I think there’s some grey in his hair now.

Mammon:

Haha, good joke, Solomon! Now, where was his human? Really, where were they hiding?

He was so sure it was a prank and you were taking pictures from the bushes or something.

When you voice sounded from the small sheep Mammon nearly fainted.

What the fuck did Solomon do to his human?! The Great Mammon’s human was a sheep!

You explained your situation and Mammon only grew more jittery.

He was grinding his teeth. He didn’t hesitate, though, to snatch you away from Solomon and hold you like you were the most sacred thing in the whole of Devildom.

“Ya better turn them back! I can make money at the casinos so name the price!”

Oh he was serious. Mammon was willing to pay good Grimm just to turn you back.

And Solomon, after cruel teasing with pricing your return to human at over a million Grimm, said he would do it for free. After all, there was no telling if this would wear off or if it needed to be reversed.

So he would do it. It was a good chance to study your potion recipe and figure out how you fucked up.

Mammon, like his older brother, took you literally everywhere with him. But by everywhere I do mean everywhere. Lucifer at least had the decency to leave you out when he went to the bathroom. Mammon did not.

He was also making sure to keep you away from Asmo, who had fallen for your pink and fluffy form on sight. 

Mammon talked to you like you were still human. He treated like his human.

But he also acted like you would break at any second. He had never been so careful in his life.

He honestly cried on the third day, worried you might be stuck as a sheep. He didn’t know what to do.

Of course, you were turned back by that evening. Solomon had dropped by to check in and the potion naturally wore off.

Mammon hugged you so tight you felt like you were being suffocated.

But he was back to normal the second Solomon joked that he wanted to get paid for his efforts.

Levi:

Once Solomon was able to get into his bedroom, Levi just about fainted at the sight of you.

He wasn’t even skeptical about this.

It was just like the anime “Help I’ve Accidentally Been Turned Into a Sheep and Now I’m Stuck!”. Literally, just like the anime! 

You needn’t worry about anyone trying anything with you while Solomon worked to turn you back, it wasn’t like you would be leaving Levi’s room very much.

You were in his lap almost 24/7 save for when you needed food or to go to the bathroom. Or he needed to do the same. 

His room was a fortress so you were pretty much safe. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you got to spend quite that much time with your otaku. He could be difficult at times, especially when he was playing a game.

You actually relished the time spent as a sheep because of it.

Levi was not-so-secretly getting more and more anxious though. 

He saw the anime! He made you watch it with him in one sitting, too! What if this turned out just like the anime and you never turned back into a human?

The main character in the anime was a sheep for an entire YEAR!

If he had a soul it would have left his body at the very thought.

By the end of the third day you could tell he was totally falling apart.

His partner was a sheep. Probably forever.

With a poof of pink smoke you were human again.

And Levi unconscious because, for some reason, you turned human and had no clothes on.

You just put on some of his clothes for the time being and called Solomon.

You caught a glimpse in the mirror as you were on the phone and told him to keep working on that reversal potion.

You still had sheep fluff for hair, horns, and sheep ears...

Satan:

If looks could kill then Solomon would have been dead where he stood.

The sin of wrath was so pissed off that there was an evil, menacing aura radiating from him.

And it was directed solely at Solomon.

“I don’t even want you working on a way to turn them back. You might be a great sorcerer but I’m going to do this myself.”

He snatched you away and slammed the door in the sorcerer’s face.

No one tried to bother him as he stormed back to his room. 

“I promise I’m going to turn you back, MC.”

He poured over his books and had you give him the potion you had been making. You had to tell every single detail you could remember of what happened leading up to your transformation.

But he didn’t only focus on turning you back.

He couldn’t neglect you being in the room with him. You still brought out the calm within him and made him feel at ease.

When you insisted he take breaks, he would make some tea and give you a straw so you didn’t get tea in your wool.

Like he usually did, he read to you when you wanted to go to sleep. It was even more relaxing holding a warm ball of fluff.

But he barely slept.

He had to figure out a way to turn his favorite person back to normal.

You were still you, no doubt about that, but he missed you being a person. Someone he could kiss and hold hands with. Someone he didn’t have to worry about accidentally crushing or losing because you were so small.

He finally figured it out. He studied your potion recipe for hours on end until he figured out what went wrong. You had been given a recipe that had been “mislabeled”.

Knowing that made it a cinch to turn you back within the hour.

Now to murder the dodgy sorcerer who gave you the recipe for class to begin with.

Asmo:

“Whaaaaaat? MC? A sheep? Oh, darling, you are so cute! And so soft!!”

He canonically loves cute things (did you read the Devilgram story about him taking care of bunnies?) so he was having the time of his life.

And then it hit him as soon as Solomon laughed.

He couldn’t go out on dates with you. He couldn’t kiss you. Or see your stunning face. Your voice wasn’t the same. 

Solomon promised to do what he could to fix this, but it could take a few days.

Did he spend the next hour crying and hugging your fluffy body? Yes, yes he did.

You got him calmed down, reassuring him that it was temporary and there were some perks. He would totally get lots of attention on Devilgram if he posted your pictures! You were pink, his favorite color! You had lots of soft wool he could brush and he could paint your tiny sheep hooves!

That perked him right up.

He spent the next several hours styling your wool, somehow managing to put braids in it. He gave you cute decorative pieces to wear in your wool, painted your hooves to match his nails, and even gave you a little bowtie!

And boy did his Devilgram blow up with attention at the sight of your pictures.

You even inspired his newest clothing designs! Clothing for pets! Devildom didn’t have a cute variety of pet clothes, and while you weren’t a pet, you were very inspiring to look at.

Even pets deserved to look beautiful!

You were so soft to snuggle with but nighttime really made him miss you. Even in an innocent way, he missed skin-to-skin cuddling. It was always so reassuring.

But he didn’t have that.

He managed to get through the days that went by before Solomon finally turned you back.

And he was beginning to wonder if Solomon had drawn out your time as a sheep on purpose.

That didn’t matter, though. Not when he had to take you out on a date!

Beel:

Solomon was holding something soft and fluffy. Was it food? Cotton candy? It looked really sweet and tasty.

“Beel, no, it’s me!”

“MC...?”

He wasn’t happy once the situation was explained. But he didn’t show it. To be fair, he wasn’t the most outwardly expressive of his emotions unless it was necessary.

With Solomon’s promise to return you to normal, he just carried you back to the kitchen with him.

But he wasn’t hungry anymore. Not when his dear human was in a new and unusual form.

It caused him to go into a bit of a crisis, though.

What did sheep eat? What could YOU eat? You were a human in a sheep’s body after all. Did you have to eat what sheep ate or could you still eat your favorite things?

He sat there, staring at the cupboards and fridge, with the most worried look on his face.

To be fair, you weren’t sure either.

And you two stayed liked that until Satan said you could still eat whatever you liked, though it would be best to avoid meat unless it was basically shredded. 

Then came Beel’s next huge crisis: he was terrified of crushing you!

You were so tiny and delicate now, even more fragile than when you were a human.

It took a little convincing but Beel took to carrying you literally everywhere you wanted to go. He loved how soft you were.

Though you didn’t like how often he drooled on you because your fluff looked too tasty. You promised to get him cotton candy once you were a human again, which kind of helped the situation.

Beel even made sure to make everything you ate easy on you! He didn’t want anything to be hurtful to your little sheep body or hard for you to eat!

He didn’t hesitate to help you drink the reversal potion once Solomon got it made, holding his breath until he saw you in your proper state again.

He could breathe easy again. 

Belphie:

What was Solomon carrying? A new pillow or something?

It looked so soft and like it would be a perfect napping pillow.

He wasn’t even listening to anything Solomon had to say, the explanation going in one ear and out the other.

He was focused on going inside to use the new pillow.

Until he heard you talking to him after Solomon had given up on explaining anything.

Now he was mildly concerned. You weren’t you anymore. You were a sheep. He actually listened as you told him your story, unlike with Solomon, and he merely shrugged.

“Well, what can you do? You’ll be normal again eventually.”

You knew your grumpy demon, though. He was worried about you. But Belphie was never good at showing his worry for others unless it was drastic.

True to form, he passed out once he laid down again. You were held against him as if you might disappear while he slept.

It was all the more proof he was worried about your situation.

He still slept most of the time, he was like a cat in that he slept for hours without moving. You had to wiggle free to do anything. No one wanted to wake up to a sheep smelling like piss and you didn’t want a bath.

Belphie whined that taking care of you as a sheep was too much work, but the moment anyone tried to take you from him he immediately got defensive. He even threatened to break Mammon’s hands.

The only one he trusted with you was Beel.

Always sleeping holding your little sheep self did make him realize he wanted a stuffed animal version of you just like that.

It was so nice to snuggle with.

But he missed the normal you. He wanted to have you to lay on or go “star” gazing with. He wanted to do things with you again that weren’t quite possible with you as a sheep.

So he may have gone to find Solomon and threaten him if he didn’t turn you back quicker.

It was all for naught, as he came home to find you curled up in his bed in your human form once again.

He’d wake you up later. For now, he wanted to take another nap with you.

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