#since I totally never did draw for your birthday

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

too many teens whining for validation, this blog needs more weird and stupid so...

AITA for kidnapping my friend and trapping her in the cheesebarn?

Hear me out:

The story starts about a week before my (20 at the time ftm) 21st birthday. If you live in the US you know this isnt just some lame 7th birthday or 36th birthday, this is one of the big boy birthdays, the special ones. Its when you can legal buy alcohol and are therefore truly an adult in the eyes of the law.

Naturally my friends (20s) wanted to do something Big for our 21sts. So they asked me what i wanted to do and i said i didnt really care as long as I got a road trip somewhere with friends.

Everyone thought it was a fun idea but it was a little short notice for everyone to get time off from work, but my other friend we will call C also had her 21st exactly a month after mine to the day, and the two of us agreed to share our 21sts and not do much of anything on my actual birthday. This is important, bc it was a SHARED birthday road trip.

I agree to let C pick the destination and I provide the car. We didnt have much of a plan as we were going to meet up with C's old roommate who lives in the city we picked to show us a good time.

It was 5 of us total and about a 7 hour drive altogether there with not a whole lot on the way there. We get to the city she picked and meet the roommate and honestly the rest of this part is just standard 21st birthday shenanigans. Its when we start the drive home things really start.

Remember its a long drive with not much to see? Well that was a lie. On our way back we see it, the Real "Happiest Place on Earth" as far as places with a mouse for a mascot go:

Grandpa's.

Fuckin'.

Cheesebarn.

Obviously me and the other people on the trip want to stop and see the magic, but unfucking fortunately C happens to be the only Basic White Girl ™️ in the entire world who hates cheese and isnt even lactose intolerant. This girl is notorious for making "petty" and "I hate Cheese" her entire personality. She would constantly make faces and gagging noises and talk about how gross and nasty cheese is if you so much as eat a grilt cheese near her.

Clearly she made it known that she wasnt on board with it. "NO! FUCK YOU ALL IM NOT GOING TO A PLACE CALLED A CHEESEBARN ON MY BIRTHDAY!!" were her exact words.

But i remembered i was driving, it was my car, and it was supposed to be my birthday too. So I put it to a vote. "Raise your hand if you wanna go to Grandpa's Cheesebarn!"

All hands raise but one. With C out voted we head to the cheesebarn.

Guys. This place is amazing. Its obviously making cheese its main draw, but yhere's so much more, its every shitty midwest tourist trap rolled into one glorious place. There's even a chocolate shop. We even got C's roommate to ditch work and come meet us bc shr heard "Grandpa's Cheesebarn" and knew she had to drop everything.

All in all a good visit, C even seemed like she had fun once we got there (she sure spent $300 on candies and dip mixes anyway). We go home. Things seem fine.

Then C drops off the face of the earth.

She wont respond to our calls or texts and at first we thought maybe she was giing through a rough patch or something and try to just keep reaching out but give her space. But then we find out that not only is she still hanging our with our other friends who couldnt make the trip with us. So clearly she's just pissed at us about something.

Finally one day a few months later i catch her at her job and just tell her "I dont care if you hate us, we'll never speak to you again if you dont want us to, but what the hell did we do to you??"

And she just looked me over and says "Well. You kidnapped me."

lolwut

And she yells (bc this girl loves yelling at people) "YOU KIDNAPPED ME AND TRAPPED ME AT A CHEESEBARN ON. MY. BIRTHDAY!!!!!"

And i just said "Well it was my birthday too," and havent spoken to her since. Its been over a decade and "No ragrets" as we said back in the day, but uts baffled me for years that that was her reaction. "Im just over you guys" i can understand, and its not like she was shy about telling people she hates them and their out of her life ever before. And from what i ended up hearing from our other friends she kept talking with it really was about the cheesebarn and how we "ruined her birthday".

No but srsly AITA??? For making her go to a cheesebarn???

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[loremaster]

happy birthday to the guy i've been drawing nonstop for the past several months - here's proof!!! he's a lot of fun to draw!

vivia is also a very important character to me for very personal reasons... (cw: family death)

it didn't take long for me to realize he was gonna be my favorite character in the game - seeing him lounging in places he shouldn't be cracked me up, and so did his morbid catchphrase... i totally related to his autistic tendencies, and his eagerness to dwell on depressing philosophical thoughts. i especially love and relate to his love for literature and literary analysis, especially because my eighth grade english teacher was my dad, who introduced me to so many of what are now my favorite books, and showed me how to look closer into what makes them so good. his story structure classes were unforgettable.

my dad passed away in 2020 and i've been going through fluctuating stages of grief since. it ebbs and flows but never really leaves. a lot of my art and stories from the past 3+ years have been ways to process and try to heal from that trauma (especially my pokemon sword nuzlocke comic, which i'm hoping to finish this summer)

so seeing the strange way vivia deals with death - in general, and the death of a loved one - fascinated me and destroyed me. i've spent many nights curled up in bed sobbing myself to sleep thinking about the heartbreak he goes through in the story, the regrets, the destructive cycle of grief, the depths of the emotions he feels in such a unique way (he's so desensitized he never cries once in the whole game!) and the ways he is able to start to grow and heal from it afterwards.

exploring the queer romantic angle of vivia's character arc is also so so so important to me, not only because i'm a queer person who's wanted to tell queer stories since i was a teen, but because my dad was also a queer person, who didn't get to come out as bisexual until the tail end of his too-short life. i know he connected to a lot of the same Boys In Love stories that I did, and i wish we'd had the opportunity to explore that common ground further. but since i can't, all i can do is the next best thing - making art about it and inspired by it. i think my dad would really like vivia and the stories i've been trying to tell about him. (harold and maude was one of his favorite movies - and if you're a vivia fan and you've never seen it GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW. suicidal teen forms an unlikely friendship with a cheerful old lady. you will cry your eyes out. you will want to LIVE)

so, i guess... thanks kodaka for making this specific character that spoke so deeply to me at this specific time in my life and letting me use him as a vehicle to process my own grief in the gayest ways possible. and happy birthday veeva <3

#rain code #master detective archives #mdarc #vivia twilight #abcd art #also a personal story about queer grieving

[aryxchse]

I just read your Percy Jackson x daughter of Persephone fic and I really would like to read one for daughter of Hekate.

I mean you still have me questioning my Cabin but for the sake of all those years that I was daughter of Hekate, I would love to read Percy Jackson x daughter of Hekate from you.

casted a spell on me / percy jackson x daughter of hecate! reader.

a / n : my wife y'all 👆🏻

warnings : cursing

- percy wanted to gift hazel a special crystal for her birthday

- but he never really understood the girl, nor the crystal things

- so which cabin everyone visits when stuff like this happens?

- the hecate cabin.

- you were the only one left in cabin when percy barged in

- while you were cleansing (?) your room

- "hello?"

- "i am so sorry- should i leave? am i intrupting something?"

- you shrugged him off with a laugh, saying that it's not important enough for him to leave

- and he happily stayed

- "you.. know hazel right?"

- "duh, she's my ride or die."

- and everything began like this

- there was 2 weeks until hazel's birthday and percy decided to use that time wisely

- and he was kinda glad that he started working early

- because, he get to spend time with you

- man he's already whipped, look at you doing magical stuff and casting a spell on the boy

- the last part was percy's own delusion but yeah, you could turn him into a pig and he would be thankful

- "you could gift her tarot cards as a bonus, she's interested in those."

- "...show me."

- this boy knows NOTHING

- and when you read his cards he was gasping like a little girl

- hes so amazed by you omg

- you could make up something for the uno cards and he would scream 'this girl fucking rocks!!'

- did i said hes whipped? do i have to??

- anyways back on hazel's birthday gift mission

- since you ran out from hazel's favorite crystals, somehow, you both got the chance to shop outside in the mortal world!!!!

- it was a perfect first date in percy's head

- he's asking you personal questions like which crystal is best for your aura or smth

- sneaky bastard

- you guys shopped together until night and lost your dessert for the week

- but who cares? it was the best date

- people saw percy leave with a different crystal each time after visiting your cabin

- you got this boy wear crystals for lucky charm

- he joked that he only needed you for luck but anyways-

- the mission was complete eventually

- but percy didn't left your side even after hazel's birthday

- you guys are ment to be together now okay?? it says that on your birth chart

- your zodiacs are matching too

- shut up you made him a manifest queen

- he lets you draw symbols on his arms for some reasons you came up with

- hes scared you're really making him obsessed with you, because of the amount of times you're in his head, is embarresing

- and he needed to make you his

- like immediatly

- or else he'll go crazy from his love

- maybe you did cast a spell-

- "i think i learned how to read your cards."

- when he said that in one of his regular visits, you couldn't help but get curious

- did he actually learned that fast?

- so you gave him your cards and picked a few, he started looking at them like he knew something

- it said that something will happen good this week

- but instead, percy said

- "you're in love with a raven haired boy aren't you?"

- you tried so hard not to laugh

- and it was true, so you let him play his game

- "oh my gods! how did you know?"

- he literally smirked

- "i'm a natural pretty."

- he started to look more, and told you to pick two more cards

- you could already see what it meant, but you were curious what he will say

- "hmm, this guy has gorgeous sea green eyes, man you have taste!"

- a snort left your lips but you quickly gathered yourself

- "can you see any initials??"

- "oh totally! the lovers card is upside down so it means p and j."

- you were turning red from holding your laugh at this point, and he started to get a feeling that you figured what he was doing

- no shit sherlock

- "how weird, doesn't that ring any bells to you too? or is it just me?"

- "maybe it's that hot dude called percy jackson?"

- "OHHHH yes!! i knew i remembered that initials from somewhere!!"

- you both burst into laughters

- "my dear student, i see you payed attention to my classes!"

- he laughed at your tease until he finally managed to answer

- "being in love with you helped."

- smooth, jackson. smooth.

#I HOPE U LIKE ITTTTT #because i somehow did?? idk #perseus jackson x you #percy x you #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Platinum Jacket Voice Lines

When Summoned: A museum that's been around for 100 years, huh. Guess I might as well have myself a good time, since I'm here.

Summon Line: Can't believe this museum decided to pick someone from our academy to be a supporter for their 100th Anniversary... They must've been feeling especially brave, huh?

Groooovy!!: You gotta live your life with cunning. Just like how the walrus did when he took advantage of the oysters' curiosity.

Home: Yaaay, it's the 100th Anniversary!

Home Idle 1: Ortho was saying that the pictures we can see on the internet and these real paintings feel completely different. I mean, yeah, I get it, feels like the real thing has more impact.

Home Idle 2: Jamil-senpai can cook and handle a basketball awesomely, too. I bet he's real good with his hands. What if he knows how to draw, too?

Home Idle 3: Bet it was real hard following all the Queen of Hearts' laws to the letter. If I were one of the card soldiers, I'd probably slack just enough to not get caught.

Home Idle - Login: I wonder if I'm even worth being a supporter to a museum like this. I got no interest in art appreciation whatsoever.

Home Idle - Groovy: Lilia-senpai did nothing but tease me, man. I'd love to get him back for it, but I have a feeling nothing I do would faze him.

Home Tap 1: I can really feel my own posture straighten up when I look at the painting of the Queen of Hearts. Heh, more like, it reminds me of my own demon Housewarden.

Home Tap 2: What does a guy have to do to learn how to draw such spirited paintings? I bet if I could figure out the trick, I'd be able to get good grades in art class.

Home Tap 3: Trey-senpai was saying that he doesn't really understand art, but I wonder if that's really true. I feel like he'd be good at it, what with all those cakes he makes.

Home Tap 4: Maaan this place is much bigger than I thought it'd be, and there's so much to look at. Wanna go take a break at the café?

Home Tap 5: My scarf is pinned with a rose corsage. Cool, huh? Eh, you want to borrow it? Hmm, should I let you～?

Home Tap - Groovy: Hey, hey... Woah, why're you that surprised? You must've been way too focused on the art to not notice someone calling out to you. But that shocked face you just made... Hahaha, that is the true masterpiece!

Duo: [ACE]: Lilia-senpai, let's finish this off with a bang! [LILIA]: Let's go all out, Ace.

Birthday Login Message: Oh, and here you are. You came to celebrate my birthday, right? That's totally obvious. I wonder what I should ask you to do for my birthday～ ...Ah, I feel like eating at a restaurant I've never gone to before. Don't worry, I won't pick a place that's way too expensive or anything. Let's just enjoy ourselves in a restaurant where we don't need to mind any rules or manners.

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #lilia vanrouge #twst ace #twst lilia #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: ortho #mention: jamil #mention: riddle #mention: trey

[eternal-silvertongued-prince]

Celebrating your birthday with Severus

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Genre: Fluff with a hint of spice

Rating: Explicit under the banner

Warnings: None

Word Count: 832

A/N: I got a quick birthday request for some headcanons, and I couldn’t help but jot some ideas down. One day I’ll do a full reader’s birthday fic, so I did not go into a lot of detail, but until then, enjoy!

Masterlist

If there was one thing you could always count on, it was Severus.

General help, support, information, etc. You name it, and he’ll be there for you to the best of his ability.

So, it’s no surprise that not only does Severus remember your birthday, he’s been planning how to celebrate your day for the past month.

This, however, is contingent on if you guys are already dating. If you weren’t, then it’s a whole other story.

So, let me split this into two sections to make it easier for me LOL

If you were not dating:

If you weren’t dating, Severus would still 100% be consciously aware of the day once he finds it out.

Have you thinking “Is he suspiciously less snappy and nicer to you today?”

You have every right to be suspicious because, yes, he is totally trying to not subject you to his usual nastiness.

Unless you are friends, don’t expect a gift from him

But maybe Severus was making himself a cup of tea and decided he might as well pour you one since there’s enough water in the kettle for two

“Oh, thank you, Severus! That’s very kind of you.”

Dismisses you from saying anything more on the subject with a wave of his hand

If you were another professor, you might find that the stack of essays you had left to grade during your lunch hour was done and covered in red ink from a familiar scrawl

You receive a gift from the staff that Minerva says was from everyone, but you know that Severus had no part in it

But you don’t mind, because the small gestures that he refuses to acknowledge, were more than you could ever expect from the cold man

If you were dating:

GET READY FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY LOVE

He hates surprises, so he would never subject you to a surprise party

But he would keep to himself what he has for you as a gift or how the two of you were celebrating. He would definitely tell you if you truly wanted to know though

To reiterate, absolutely NO surprise parties. Why would he want people shouting at you unexpectedly?

He would want to celebrate more intimately with you

“Today is your day, and thank you for letting me celebrate it with you.”

Everything he does has rhyme or reason, so you best believe he spent days, if not weeks, making sure every meticulous detail was perfect

You best believe it’s a whole-day celebration. If your birthday fell on a week/workday, he would clear a day on the weekend to ensure you get the amount of love you deserve

Puts just the same effort into your gift because he needs to ensure that his perfect person receives the perfect gift

You feel loved and cared for every day, but on this day, he has an excuse to shower you with the affection you deserve without excuse or reason other than he can because it’s your birthday.

He may be the one giving you gifts, but you’ve given him the greatest gift he could ever imagine (and that is the gift of you!)

If both of you are sexually active, get ready for it to be a very pleasurable night

The night is all about you. Whatever you want, it's yours

His tongue? “You taste sweeter than any fruit could ever”

His lips? “I want to make sure no part of you is unloved.”

His hands? “How can anything ever compare to the softness that is your skin?”

His cock? “Look at you, darling. Look at how good you look with my cock going in and out of you.”

His words? “You are absolutely breathtaking when you fall apart for me.”

His cum? “No one can give me as much pleasure as you can. Take all of me. Every inch, every drop, it’s all yours.”

He won’t stop until you are thoroughly satisfied

Really, it’s him worshipping you as he should

When it’s all done, and you’ve had your fill, he makes sure to draw a bath for you and makes sure the two of you are cleaned before bed

You’re not allowed to lift a finger, and he takes his time to clean your body, kissing it along the way to make sure he’s replacing all the kisses he’s washing away

Once the two of you are cleaned and dried, he brings you to bed and wraps his arms around you

Slip into a peaceful night’s sleep with you knowing you had such an incredible man in your life, and he knew he could love you with every fibre of his being and that love was returned.

I've been away so long, so idk if any usernames have changed or whatnot, but I tagged those I can still find. If you want to be tagged, let me know! Users in italics are the ones I can't find. Since this fic has some NSFW, I only tagged those who I know wanted to be tagged in those works. If you wish to be removed, please lmk!

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[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

New Story time!

This one is dedicated to the ever so talented @cosmoshard, who made the rough sketch that inspired this piece in the first place,

also, this serves as some semi-revenge on her for making me cry on my birthday XD

This time, the story is focused the ARK siblings themselves, Shadow and Maria!

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“Are you almost done yet grandpa?” Maria impatiently rocked back and forth on her feet, earning a light wack on her head from a piece of paper. “Hey!”

“Hold still, Maria! Your back needs to be straight and still.” Gerald exclaimed, the marker he was holding nearly creating a mark on top of Maria’s head, taking a moment trying to rub the stain from her hair with his fingers.

Maria made a face at Gerald, moving her head away from his hands. “I am holding still, grandpa! I’m trying to make sure I’m getting taller!”

“Well, you’re not making it easier with you doing all this fidgeting.” He placed his hands and her shoulders to keep her still. “Now just keep still. And don’t stand on your toes either.”

The girl fought the urge to roll her eyes as her grandfather finally made a mark on the wall, drawing a straight line while she backed away, bouncing on her feet. “Ok, you’re all done.”

She looked among marks and lines from previous measuring sessions, seeing that the current one was hovering above the previous line.

She let out a gasp and started jumping up and down. “I grew! I got taller, grandpa! See, look at it!”

”Yes, yes I see it.” He gave a pat to her head, taking notes on his clipboard. He walked over to his desk with Maria following close behind him.

She moved in front of him while he continued to write. “I can’t believe the new line you drew was higher this time! How tall am I now?”

Gerald paused and lifted up one of the papers to read it. “Well, according to the results, you’ve grown…” He stopped mid sentence, a look of surprise. “Oh my, this is odd.”

Maria stopped her joyful skipping, sensing his change in tone. “What, what is it?”

”It says here that your height from this month is less than it was last month.” He hung his head down, sighing dramatically and placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’m afraid that you're shrinking, my dear.”

His granddaughter’s face went from worried to annoyed in a second flat, pushing his hand away and rolling her eyes. “Grandpa….”

The man chuckled at her unamused expression. “I’m only teasing, you’ve grown about a total of 6 inches from last month. You’re about 4’3 now. Almost getting to 5 feet already.”

Maria’s face lit up and did a celebratory dance with some spinning involved, nearly bumping into Gerald in the process and tripping over her feet. He quickly caught her before she fell over, slinging an arm around her and pulling her close to his side.

”My goodness, I’ve never seen you so excited about something like this before, may I ask why?”

Wrapping her arms around him, she raised her head with a wide smile on her face. “Because! It’s the first time I’ve gotten this tall in awhile. You always told me that healthy kids grow big and tall whenever they eat their veggies and get enough sleep, it’s finally working for me!”

The smile on Gerald’s face faltered when she finished by hugging him tighter. Bless this child for keeping her hope high with a statement like this.

He always told her when she was younger that those things were important to do, eating as much healthy food to keep her immune system from failing, getting enough sleep so her body can get its rest, even those times where he told her not to tell lies otherwise her nose would grow long each time she did.

It made him grateful knowing that these little things were making a difference for her in her lonely life up here in the colony, even though it felt like it was wrong giving her such high expectations for her condition, since there was no cure for it but making her think that something like this is actually helping her illness when in reality it would barely make a dent in it overall broke his heart even more.

He forced a smile on his face and squeezed her back. “You're very right on that. I told you it would work out eventually.”

Maria beamed a wide smile, skipping towards the door. “Where are you heading off to?” Gerald called after her, making her nearly slip on the floor when she slowed herself down.

“I'm going tell him about it!”

“Who?”

“Shadow! He's been wondering if I was getting better, I gotta go and tell him before he gets worried!” She ran out of the room as soon as she finished, her pigtailed hair flying out wildly behind her as she disappeared before the doors even closed.

Gerald stood there in ear numbing silence, his hands clenched up into fists as those last words lasting through his ears like a forever frozen echo.

‘Wondering if I was getting better’....

A grim expression masked over his face. “Oh my child, if only it were as simple as that for you.”

Read the rest on Ao3!

#posting this on Ark Sibling Sunday :p /j #I’m joking but I wonder if we should do something with them? since they movie featuring them is coming out this year… #idk maybe if enough people want to do it 🤷‍♀️ #ark siblings #shadow #maria robotnik #shadow the hedgehog #gerald robotnik #sth #sonic fanfiction

[yarrystyleeza]

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

Well, as the title suggests, I am turning 22 on January 30th (yes I can't believe it either), and it's a very very special number to me, I was obsessed with it since I was a kid—because of Taylor Swift's 22 of course (you have no idea how happy my inner child is now!).

However, I thought I should celebrate this very important event with you by hosting my second sleepover! (honestly I was planning to make this a double sleepover if I hit 300 followers before my birthday, but since I didn't, I really had to host a sleepover)

As usual, my sleepover will host games, questions, asks, and definitely, requests!!! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from January 30th till February 6th, where you can submit asks and requests!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me sometimes, and this is an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

Here's a list of the games we can play:

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

Would you rather: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

Make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

Never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

Exchanged Ships: basically, you give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Random Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly Talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate My Music Taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I Wanna Write You A Song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Doodles: give me something simple to draw!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. But of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Henry (from Eat Locals)

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Owen Sleater, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

intimate moments / gestures that make me feel love / romantic rainy day prompts / gentle things that make me fall harder in love / fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts / lighthearted first kiss prompts / sparring prompts / forced proximity prompts / date prompts masterpost /

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 22 birthday sleepover so they're easy to find, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone): @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @bunmurdock @bellaxgiornata @kal-0n @1988-fiend @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @floral-charlie-cat @farfromstrange @babygirlmurdock @mattmurdocksscars @itwasthereaminuteago @c-mrdck @xxeycisxx @loveroftoomanyfandoms @mindidjarin @little-miss-dilf-lover @shiorimakibawrites @tongueofcat @marytheweefrenchie @chvoswxtch @devilsmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @folkloreandfall @murdocklorian @munsonownsmyass @abbyhaslongshorts @murc0ck @lazyxsquirrel @theradioactivespidergwen @xxdrixx @saintmurd0ck @softasawhisper @she-likesorchids @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @amberlynnmurdock @courtforshort15 @saltedlays @importantnightwerewolf @lene-loki

That's basically everything I have for my birthday sleepover, feel free to submit requests and games! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

#yarrystyleeza #yuna's sleepover #Yuna's 22nd Birthday Sleepover #matt murdock #daredevil #charlie cox #matt murdock x reader #michael kinsella #matt murdock x you #norman reedus #tristan thorn #tristan thorn x reader #daryl dixon #michael kinsella x reader #daryl dixon x reader #henry eat locals #sleepover #celebration #birthday party #Yomna's ask box #send asks #ask game #games

[axe-o-lotlol]

I’ve been, OBSESSED with this game for a while for a while so I decided to do some fanart of my favorite Milo! @perfectlovevn

👇🏾🗣️🗣️🗣️ yap session below

I’ve already sent in a ton of asks and now I’m very excited to be able to post this, I’ve always had a tumblr account, but I’ve never really posted my art, anywhere so I’m a little nervous about this but I wanted to send in this drawing I did of Perfect!Milo

It totaled to about 42 hours of rendering on and off for about a month, but I feel like it was so worth it, I wanted to create a visually interesting piece, and have Eris’s hands sort of reaching out to touch Milo and mold him, with this trippy, drippy, oozing effect on the hands (kinda hard to see it in the first pic but a lot clearer in the second pic) I also wanted to do something cool with the background and his 8 eyes and make his eyes all have a unique design relative to their respective routes

especially considering how much I love this game, I love the motifs and the characters, all of the characters feel so alive and unique, I love Eris especially since they’re so much more interesting than our average yandere protagonist, having a MC with a personality is SO much better than the blank slate MC’s you write all your characters so well that it’s so easy to empathize with and connect with all of them, even Ryan, watching Milo get corrupted is HEARTBREAKING but also WAYY too fun and the endings are so insane like it’s incredible

I hear today’s your birthday so I hope you have a happy one!

#perfectlovevn #perfect love vn #Milo change #perfect Milo #fanart #yandere #dating simulator #the drippy effects on one of Eris’ hands looks kinda fucked up in hindsight #fuck it we ball #it was probably best without the drippy hands but hey they look cool and hindsight is 2020

[countrymusiclover]

14 - Best Birthday Gift

Part 15

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams

Pushing open the bedroom door in our apartment I smiled brightly seeing that my husband was still peacefully asleep in our bed. He was doing his best to earn more money since Dale was getting tired of running his shop. I could tell that he was interested in opening up a tire shop since he was looking to work for Mandy’s dad. “Georgie, I have a surprise for you. Wake up sleepy head. I made some waffles.”

“Oh hey babe…you didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed.” He rolled over onto his side so he was facing me. His hair was a mess more than its usual curly mess and he still had his sleepy morning voice.

Sitting the tray down on the bed he scooted over where we could both sit on the bed. “Well I think that my husband and father to my two beautiful children should be treated well on his birthday. Especially when he is turning eighteen years old. That is a big deal.”

“Oh man I totally forgot. You are the best Y/n.” He sat upright starting to quickly dive into eating the waffles and bacon. Laying my head against his shoulder I smiled watching him for a few minutes. I would be turning eighteen in two months so then we would both be adults.

He turned his head holding out the fork feeding me a piece of waffle talking with his mouth full of food. “So what are we gonna do today. Movies or something?”

“I was thinking dinner at the Mexican place. I convinced Meemaw to make you some of your favorite foods for tomorrow night and let the kids help her make it. But tonight I want it to just be us.” I explained leaning forward pressing my lips onto his.

He moved his freehand up to rest against my cheek drawing me in closer to kiss him. He smiled, breaking it when we heard some tiny feet running towards our bedroom. “That sounds perfect, darlin’.”

“Hi daddy!” Aurora and Evelyn both giggled running inside climbing up onto the bed. The pair tackled their father in hugs and kisses almost every morning but this time they were longer since I said it was his birthday.

He made them both giggle and cackle their heads off when he tickled the crap out of them singing a song that he was taught as a child. “The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of the Texas. The prairie sky is wide and hot deep in the heart of Texas…remember always four claps never three.” I smiled knowing that no matter how old they are we could never stay mad at them. Our girls would be our whole world.

“What exactly were you two thinking. Stealing the truck and driving through downtown!” I raised my voice at our two daughters sitting in the lobby chairs of where the guys worked at.

Aurora raised her hand trying to say something but she had nothing. “Mom I, we just wanted to see Uncle Sheldon and Aunt Amy.”

“So you didn’t think to wake us and up ask could we take you!” I shouted at her.

Evelyn jumped backwards in her chair whimpering at my raised tone. I never ever really yelled at them until right now. “You guys were too busy with the new baby…”

Georgie turned his head in our direction. He was leaning his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest frustrated with them. “Well that doesn’t excuse what you two did. You two aren’t allowed to watch tv for two weeks when we get back home and no random trips to Dairy Queen either. You both understand that?”

“I’ll ride back with Penny and Montana. I think it’s better if you have them with you.” Spinning around on my feet I crossed my arms over my chest. He nodded, staring down at me, handing me my jacket that I had thrown off terrified that they were injured when we first came inside.

Penny came inside from one of the doors waving to us when she walked up. “Hey, I can follow you guys home. You know, keep an eye on them if you want. That way you two aren’t worried about little Montana.”

“Uh thanks Penny. That’s great.” I responded following her outside watching our daughters climb in the backseat of her car. Georgie and I went to his truck with me carrying Montana in my arms. Shutting the passenger door with my right hand I cradled my son in my arm’s just watching him sleep like his daddy until what Eve said came back to my mind. “Do you think that Eve was right…that we are focusing too much on this little guy?”

Georgie sent me a look having one hand on the steering wheel. “In his defense he ain’t even one year old yet. So they have nothing to be jealous about.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think about it. Remember when growing up with Sheldon you and Missy always felt left out or ignored. I don’t want anything like that to happen to our girls.” Glancing in his direction we stopped at a red light where he rested his freehand to my cheek being able to tell it was worrying me.

“Hey, stop worrying about it. They are old enough to know that we have to give him extra attention right now since he is a baby. We won’t do what my parents did to them. I promise.” He vowed simply before we made the rest of the drive back to our place. The girls were sent off to their room leaving us alone laying in our bedroom watching Montana sleep in the crib.

Laying my head on Georgie’s chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Even though I am angry at them I can’t stay mad at them forever. Honestly we couldn’t even make it an hour without them on your birthday once.”

“You’re right about that, darlin’. He replied, kissing me gently where I ran one hand through his curly hair remembering his eighteenth birthday.

We entered the restaurant where I was wearing a dark green dress and a Jean jacket thrown over it. I had some ankle brown boots on it. Georgie had on some jeans with a red shirt and we had Connie watching the kids for us. “You really didn’t have to take me out tonight. Especially since we are having dinner with my family tomorrow.”

“Georgie, don’t worry. You deserve to have some fun on your birthday. You only turn eighteen once in your life so let me treat you.” I shrug my shoulders, forking some of his chimechonga since we decided to split just one.

He smiled, shoving some food in his mouth pointing the fork end at me. “It is weird though by this point Eve would have been starting a food fight.”

“Oh right. Remember the time when Aurora decided to stick the cheese sticks in her mouth and pretended to be a walrus. I almost spit out my food that night.”

Georgie snorted, picturing the memory. “The victory dances that they would do when they managed to beat us at bowling when they can use the bumpers…huh crap Y/n. I think we have to head home.”

“You’re missing them too don’t you?” He nodded to my question where I grabbed my coat following him toward the door throwing some money down on the table. He pushed open the door to Meemaw’s house seeing that the girls were passed out under some blankets on the couch meaning that his meemaw was asleep in her own room.

He leaned his elbows on the back of the couch smiling down at the little angels. “Thank you for taking me out for Mexican. But I just want to stay right here. These two make my birthday great.” He kissed me slowly and I smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too and happy birthday.” Laying my head on his shoulder I smiled Intertwining our hands together. “They really are the best thing to ever happen to you and me.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#the texas tire family #georgie cooper x reader #georgie cooper #montana jordan #young sheldon meemaw #young sheldon #the big bang theory #raj koothrappali #penny #kaley cuoco #amy farrah fowler #howard wolowitz #bernadette rostenkowski #sheldon cooper #jim preston #missy cooper #mary cooper #george cooper #connie tucker #texas romance #teenage parents #teenage romance #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated #leonard hofstadter

[lemonyko0]

Red or Black? - jjk

"i'm gonna sit on your face if you don't stop talking, actually."

» description: jungkook has made it his mission to annoy you as much as he possibly can, in hopes you'd shut him up just the way he wants you to. established relationship, kinda crack, fluff, smut !!!

» wc: 3.4k

Red or Black - jjk

jungkook was a color guy, which you knew early on. he was picky, but he’d never admit it. he likes what he likes, and he knows what he likes.

“i told you the black looked better.”

“wrong, red does.” you corrected. he tsks from the bed, watching you get ready with the red dress on instead of the black.

“single girls wear red, you're not single.”

“no one's reserved a color for a relationship status jungkook.” you eyed him and he grinned, he totally made that up. he’d say anything just to get a rise out of you. he’d been feisty all day and as time draws on it just got worse. “you're being cheeky today.”

he falls onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, having been dressed to match your black dress for half an hour. it wasn't your fault he did that, you didn't ask him to. it was the inner workings of his brain. somewhere in that sickly possessive brain of his he thought, surely no one else would look at you if it was obvious you were together, you’d be matching! everyone would have to know, you were his.

“you have a red button up too, koo.” you grinned while finishing your makeup. it was your subtle way of telling him you not only knew what he was doing, but that it wasn't the end of the world, because other colors do exist, even in his wardrobe.

“i don't look as good in red.” you gave him the really? look, and he sat up on the bed. “whatever. wear your stupid red dress, i didn't wanna take it off of you anyway.”

you grab your purse for the night and shake your head, “are you gonna change or not? because i'm ready to go.”

he shakes his head petulantly, “nope, i've been ready.”

you laughed, “alright then casanova, lead the way.”

as you assumed, jungkook continued his wronged lover act. it was a lighthearted running joke between the two of you, it wasn't like your friends noticed. they were too busy celebrating your friend's 23rd birthday to know or care about anything besides the free food and open bar.

jungkook spent his time at the tables with the other guys/boyfriends. the girls called this “patrolling” or “guard-dogging” since it gave you and your friends all the room to safely enjoy yourselves.

you knew for a fact that his eyes never left your body, even getting up a few times to “get another drink” or “check the game” when his drink was half full and he could not care less about baseball.

you were about two and a half drinks in the third time he did this, moving around to get a better view when you left the crowd to come to him. “you stalking me?” he asked you.

you chuckled, “yeah, it's me staring at you and not the other way around.”

“it's okay, i know i look good in black.” he grinned, sipping on his beer, “for the record, you do too.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re still going on about that dress.”

“you looked gorgeous in it.”

“and i don't in this one?” his eyes scanned yours, he knows you put him in a trap.

“actually, i like the red one.”

“you’ve suddenly changed your mind?” he hummed, “why?”

he shook his head, “can't tell you here.”

your brows furrowed, and maybe a little tipsy, you draped your arms around his neck and looked up at him, “you can't tell me?”

he shook his head, “definitely not, if you keep looking at me like that.”

you smiled and pulled him close, “do you want me to let go?”

his grip on your hips tightened, “absolutely not.” you thought this was as good a chance as any, leaning up to close the gap between your lips and his and he pulls you back with a grin, “you don't wanna do that baby.”

you pouted, “i don't wanna kiss my boyfriend?”

he shook his head, “ask me again.”

you furrowed your brows, “i don't wanna kiss-”

“no, not that. ask me why i like the red dress.”

you blinked, “okay, why do you like the red dress koo?”

he leaned in close, letting his nose flutter against yours, “because i can’t wait to take it off of you.”

you threw your head back and sighed, “jungkook.” he chuckled, “you actually are exhausting.”

“what? was that not where this was going?”

you released him and turned back to the party, “baby,” he held onto your wrist, “where are you going?”

“to dance with the birthday girl, that is why we're here.”

he shook his head, “we’ve been here long enough, let's go home.”

“i can’t leave-”

“we've been here almost three hours, and look,” he pointed to the dance floor, more specifically at birthday girl, dancing very suggestively with some guy, “she’s not gonna be here much longer anyway, why should we?”

that was enough convincing to get you into an uber and back home in half an hour. jungkook announced, “okay, i'm tired.”

you blinked twice and laughed, thinking it was a joke, until he b-lined for his bedroom and his dresser.

“are you being difficult on purpose?”

he turned his back to you, “what are you talking about?” he grinned.

you smacked his shoulder, “you are so annoying! what is with you today!”

he faked an ‘owe’ and looked at you, “what's with me? you're the crazy one y/n.”

“now you're just gaslighting me.” he stared, grinning, and shook his head. he turned back to his dresser and unbuttoned his shirt before tossing it into the laundry bin. you had a perfect view of his back muscles and his thin waist. he was totally doing this on purpose.

it was fucking working.

you knew the only way to win was to play into his games. he wanted you fired up, and you’d show him just how fired up you were. he’d see it as winning, but that just meant he’d work harder instead of sulking about caving first.

you pulled him away from his dresser before he could redress himself and pushed him onto the bed, “is this what you were hoping for? wanted me to get mad at you?”

he was surprised, as if he didn't think you’d actually do it, and he smiled while thumbing your cheek, “i would never purposefully rile you up so you'd fuck me like you meant it, that doesn't sound like something i'd do at all.”

you straddled him and leaned in close, “i figured that out this morning. you're not slick.”

he shrugged, “i didn't think i was being subtle, i knew it'd still work.” you felt his hands run up your thighs, one parting at your hips while the other ghosted up your back and to your shoulder, flicking down the strap of your dress, “so you gonna fuck me or what baby?” he grins, leaning in close enough to kiss but not doing it.

“what was all of that about hating this dress so bad you wanted to rip it off of me?”

“well i didn't say it like that-”

“don't you?”

he ticks his head, “i want you to want me to rip your dress off.”

“i do!” his eyes widen and you’ve decidedly had enough of his back and forth. his whole thing was to not initiate, to just keep poking at you until you caved. you grabbed his neck and pushed your lips against his, letting him fall onto his back as you lick at his lips. you try to roll your hips or feel his skin but your dress makes it practically impossible so you part long enough to growl at him, “will you take this fucking dress off now?”

he laughs, “i’ve been dying to since you put it on.” you reconnect your lips and feel his hands unzip your dress from behind you, impatiently lifting your dress up above your hips and over your head. he pulls back to look at you and sighs, “i fucking knew it.”

you furrow your brows and look down at your body where he was staring, “oh shut up.”

he sat up on his elbows, “i knew you were wearing black!”

“you did not know! i changed in the bathroom.”

you pushed him back down and kissed him again but he pushed you away, “i knew you'd have it on underneath. i told you, you look fucking great in black.”

you throw your head back with a sigh, “jungkook.” his eyes ran along your body to your face, “shut up.”

he grinned and pulled you back down, one hand lost in your hair as the other pushed your ass against him repetitively. the silence last for about two minutes before he had to ruin it again, “i don't know if i can take this off of you.”

“i will.”

“it'd be against my morals, you look too perfect.” you found his obsession cute, but he was still testing your patience. you placed kisses along his jaw and on his neck, listening to him hum and groan as you moved your hips, “you’d look good in red too, by the way.”

you buried your face in his chest and sighed, taking a moment before lifting your head to see him smiling, “i’m gonna sit on your face if you don't stop talking, actually.”

“i thought you liked words of affirmation? i'm telling you you look sexy in everything.”

“i know. tell me later. take your pants off.”

“you're on top of me, you take my pants off.”

you sigh, sinking to your knees and pulling his pants down, “do you have a gag?”

he shakes his head, “not for men.”

you tsk, discarding his boxers as well, “i'll muzzle you.” you place kisses on his strong thighs before gripping his hard on, letting your tongue make stripes to get him wet before moving your hand. he mumbles and moans and you grin, “i like that sound much better.”

his muscles contract with his head thrown back, “yeah and i like the sound of my cock in your throat.”

you grin, kissing his tip and teasing it into your mouth, “we can both get what we want then.”

he looks down at you and has to close his eyes, “jesus, you should've been a lawyer.”

you roll your eyes, "i am a lawyer," and make him watch you take his length to the back of your throat and out with a pop, and again, and again, and he doesn't speak a single coherent word.

your hands split between stroking what you can't fit and massaging his balls, certain he’ll finish in seconds with the combination. with the way his thighs and abs flex and his consistent moaning, you're sure it's coming. you reach out to touch him like a work of art, you couldn't help it and you know he appreciates it anyway. “i-i’m gonna-”

you hum against him and it only makes it harder for him, digging his fingers in his thighs to distract him but they make no difference, finishing in your mouth with a satisfying groan.

“god, didn't know you planned on milking me dry.”

you chuckled and joined him on the bed, “it got you to shut up, didn't it?”

“yeah i’ll say,” he sits up to kiss your shoulder and neck, “was hoping you'd just shove your panties in my mouth, but that was a better idea.”

you sighed and rolled your eyes, he is just non-stop. “maybe because i was hoping you'd use that mouth for something besides annoying the piss out of me.” you pushed him back against the bed and he looked at you with raised eyebrows, “you're actually gonna sit on me?”

“don't trust you to do more pussy eating than talking if i let you do it on your own, can i?”

he just smiled and pulled you up onto him, more than eager to please and let you use him. jungkook was always determined in bed, getting as much pleasure from giving as he did receiving, so this wasn't the first time you've done this with him. in fact, it's high on his list of favorite positions, even after arguing with him that it doesn't count, he persists.

he flattens his tongue underneath you and grabs at your ass, pushing you forward. you don’t bother hesitating, having been pent up and simmering practically all day long you were craving something, anything. you think at some point you could hear your own pulse as you dragged your clit on his tongue and nose. he couldn't help but give you a little more with his tongue when you’d lift your hips for him, growing eager to hear more of your pretty helpless moans as you get off using him.

you grip onto his hair and feel yourself grow hotter and you know he’s growing impatient beneath you. to no surprise he lifts you off of him and turns you on your back, “sorry baby, i know you were having fun.”

you shook your head and moaned, “please.”

he grinned, already knowing what you needed. he barely wasted a second before attaching his tongue to your clit again and dragging his fingers up and down your slit, “you’re so wet baby, guess it worked.”

you glanced down at him between your legs with a smirk on his face. he watched your brows furrow and get ready to give him some smart ass retort and timed it perfectly to sink two fingers into you and curl them upwards, dragging them back out. “you’re- oh fuck.” you gripped the sheets and felt your stomach tighten and he continued that pattern, working his long fingers in and out of you and licking up whatever spilled out, moaning at the sight of you so turned on by him.

“god baby, you're gorgeous.” he tongued at your clit, “most perfect girl ever.” you felt him adjust the angle, hitting deeper and moving them faster as he applied more pressure onto your clit and you cried out profanities, “gonna come for me baby?” he grinned, watching your hips lift and feeling you squeeze his fingers involuntary as your high came crashing down with a melody of moans, which was truly music to his ears.

you practically had to pry him off of you, “koo, please, christ.”

he looked up at you with a slick face and a sick grin, “done?” he laughed, wiping at his face and coming up to you. “i wish i could live between your thighs.” you stared at him, hardly comprehending anything he was saying, “or listen to you moaning and calling my name and pulling my hair for the rest of my life.”

“you're almost describing marriage.”

“i'm describing much more than marriage.” he reached out and pushed your hair away from your face, running his thumb against your cheek, “but you already know i wanna marry you.”

you chuckle and jokingly push him away to hide your blush, “don't start again.”

“just making sure you don't forget.” he held back a smile and admired you, everything about you was praiseworthy to him, and he wanted to be certain you knew, all the time.

“jungkook,” you called out, he hummed, “kiss me, please.”

your stomach warmed and fluttered when he pressed his lips against yours warmly. three years and you still felt that way every time, even with just a glance from him. you knew the feeling was mutual too, because his rosy cheeks could never hide how he felt about you and his ears would go red if you simply told him he looked good today.

you kissed him harder and he licked at your lips. you felt his hands run up your thighs and pull you closer, skin to skin.

still, it wasn't enough. you craved more. you straddled his waist and hovered above him, hearing him cuss and dig his hands into your thighs just at the thought of feeling you on top of him. “can i?” you reached between you and felt him, hard and leaking pre-cum, you figured he’d be dying about now.

“god, please.”

you smiled and kissed him before turning back to grab a condom out of the bedside drawer, taking it out of its package and rolling it on, “good?” he nodded, directing his length onto your heat, feeling just his head poking was enough for you to clench around nothing and mewl, “fuck.”

he chuckled, “need help?”

you shook your head and began to sink down onto him, letting his hard cock stretch you good and moaning at the way he drags against your walls. he threw his head back with a deep groan and grabbed at your ass.

you spent a moment to steady yourself, using his broad shoulders as your grounding to start bouncing, feeling him drag in and out of you and watching his face contort.

he used one hand to run up your back and unclip your bra easily, watching you intently as you let it fall between you, and he throws it elsewhere on the bed. “god, you'll kill me.”

you don’t hold back your whines or refrain from dragging your nails across his skin, “fuck jungkook, you feel so good.”

“yeah?”

you hummed, which didn't exactly sound like a hum, “you’re so big, feel you so well.”

he rewards you with a groan, “god, can we switch please.”

“am i not doing good?” you pouted.

he shook his head quickly, “you're doing too good, i'm gonna come way too quick.” you grinned and nodded, letting him flip you over. you gladly wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer, he chuckles, “you're dangerous.” you pull him down by his neck and press your lips together and you feel him hard against your heat, allowing him to pull away to line himself up and push into you, attempting to continue to kiss you as he thrusts harder, but your need for air and whining make it difficult. He grins and straightens himself, pushing your legs back against your stomach and putting pressure on your lower stomach as he thumbs at your clit, “shit, jungkook,” you shook your head, immediately overwhelmed knowing the combination would work too well and your clit was still sensitive to the touch, “c-can’t.”

he didn’t relent, groaning as his pace quickened with his eyes glued to the spot where you connected, “yes you can baby, you can take it.” you shook your head again and mewled, “you can come for me baby.”

“fuck, yes.” you whined, eyes screwed shut as you drowned in the scene of it all, hearing him groan combined with the sound of him pounding in and out of you, and the angle he fucked into you had you feeling every inch of him. you were damned from the start, feeling the pool in your stomach flood over you and you came hard, hearing him hiss and moan, having to take a second to drink you in and watch you convulse before allowing himself to let go, filling the condom and leaning over you, before entirely crashing beside you.

you chuckled and cradled his head as he nosed your neck, neither of you able to speak just yet. you twisted and curled his dark hair between your fingers, drinking in the scent of his shampoo and the smell of sex. “don’t fall asleep on me, please.” you told him. he hummed and threw an arm over you, “koo, seriously, i’m not helping you if you fall asleep.”

he groaned, “mean. i’d help you.”

“i’m easier to manhandle than you are.”

he lifted his head and smiled at you, “yeah, you are.” he let his head rest against the bed and sat up straight, discarding his protection and turning back to you, extending you a hand, “bath, m’lady?”

you eagerly grabbed his hand and let him lead you into the restroom, getting the bath ready while you chose a bath bomb. “I’m gonna grab us clothes,” he walks past you and kisses your head. coming back a minute later with a pile of clothes, watching him separate yours and his on the counter, turning back to face you with a satisfied smile.

“all black, really?”

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hi i back :) i know i haven't posted in a while, it'll definitely improve the closer we get to summer! i was wondering, i really only post jjk, should i start writing for taehyung again? lmk if you guys have a preference!

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[spectacular-supernova]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRESIDENT OF TONARI CLUB!

I, uh, m-made something f-for you.

Know that I'm totally embarrassing my ass over here, so... Don't laugh loud enough that I can hear you from over here!

Aaaaaand now, per Lyndis tradition, I'm gonna overexplain shits and turn a simple Ask into a whole ass Ramble!

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If you're short-sighted, try removing your glasses or contact lenses and look at this picture. I just did and it's suddenly even prettier!

I actually planned to draw your Sonicsona at first. And then I realized I deadass couldn't even draw Base Sonic. Then I thought I should draw a mole. I realized I also couldn't draw a mole. I thought I should just go for the easiest shit and draw ToFu. I realized I could not draw either one of them, too.

Because I cannot draw, I cheat! I mean I turn things into shapes (chiefly triangles, though not all of them) and then color them and hope that something shows up. This is me using this scientific /+ philosophical concept called Emergence.

No, I didn't just say THAT to sound like I have a technique of any kind, trust. It's so totally a technique—my very productive ass told me.

I remember you saying your favorite color is something like pink, blue, and stuff? It was from that tag game from last year. Hence, I decided I should create a context so I could draw an obscene amount of pink and blue.

If I'm being honest, it took me less than a millisecond to come up with the exact context—Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom is abundantly blue.

And since I always wanted to sneak ToFu in, I thought I would make a purplish-pink dusk. And then I will sneak those stargazing two in.

Come on. Everyone knows those ToFu panels. Even someone like me, who had not seen that part of the manga yet, knows.

Bless Tonari for being so relaxing to color.

HOWEVER! Fushi's limited-ass color presented a big problem for my cheat-drawing. How many combinations of "white" can you even make before you zoom out and see... nothing?! So I basically sabotaged them. That's what you get for being difficult, you mopey, neck-crick-possessing, fragile-enough-to-be-blown-by-the-wind cutie doofus.

I made up the color of their pants. I didn't even refer to their Nameless Boy drip when I decided on the color. I assed that part.

Yes. I admit I put a shit ton of effort into coloring Zelda. This version of Zelda is my kin, you know. Anyway, I like the way her, uh, shirt turned out.

I also like how the Master Sword turned out, but there was so much blue I ended up requiring outlines to distinguish it from Link's shirt and the sky. Told ya I have no technique or skill. I cheat through and through

I was too lazy to draw those sky islands. Besides, the ToTK side is already saturated with details.

What the fuck issa "proportion?" Everyone's head is an orange. The difference, Nova, is whether it's a Mandarin Orange or an Orange.

I don't know if I overdid Dinraal's draconic mane. It looks like she's wearing a wig. At least she is different from how she initially looked—a red tapeworm outfitted with chicken legs.

I admit I put more effort than any Past Me would have into Dinraal because a certain mutual is very, ah, particular about dragons.

Drawing two of your favorite ships for their show of devotion was a completely deliberative choice on my end. Did you also realize that both Link and Fushi had a short, small, low ponytail and that both Zelda and Tonari had similar hair? I believe it's due to me hitting my drawing skill limitation.

There is actually an Easter Egg of some sort in this picture. It's not the ugly doodle thing, no. That thing is me. I'm not an Easter Egg; I'm a ghost.

I'm not telling you what that Easter Egg is. I'm fine with it never being discovered; it'd be like those secret levels in old video games.

But if you DID discover it, come tell me what you think it is!

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I hope you like it enough! Instead of it giving you a migraine, that is. Surely my """art"""... doesn't require a trigger warning... right?

Have a good one, mai bruzha!

---Lyn

A RAMBLE FROM YOU LYN IS THE BEST POSSIBLE BRITHDAY PRESENT I COULD HAVE EVER RECEIVED!!!! COUPLED WITH ART BY YOU????? AND OF MY FAVORITE FELLAS????? What did I deserve to be so blessed ;A; 💕💕💕

I’ll spare us all a little extra scrolling on my part by adding that read more you were fretting about, I have my own ramble upcoming!

I KNOW YOURE ON YOURSELF ABOUT NOT BEING ARTISTIC OR WHATEVER BUT THIS IS ART!!! AND DAMN GOOD ART TOO!!!!!!! This is!!!!!!!!!!! I want this made into stained glass I want to make this the permanent window to me bed roOM LYN THIS IS AMAZING THIS IS ALMOST CERTAINLY GOING DOWN AS ONE OF MY FAVORITE ART STYLES!!!! There’s no such thing as cheating in art, it’s all art!!! “Cheating” is a style, no technique is a style!!! I should know I have none either, hehe -w-‘ your art may be some type of cubism? Hehe idk I’m not an art student :3 Either way this is absolutely gorgeous I’m in LOVE!!!

It’s so creative and well done and I LOVE your eye for detail, the lighting is inspired!!!! Like the way the sun hits the space behind Zelda is so pretty, AND ZELDA IS SO PRETTY!!!!!! EVERYRHING IS SO PRETTY, I CANT FOCUS ON ONE THING BECAUSE I KEEP JUMPING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ALL THE THINGS I LOVE ABOUT IT (every thing, every last detail!!! Is that a little you in the middle? Is that the Easter egg???? I could just pick you up and pat your little head!!! 😭 I know you don’t love hugs but that’s how I’ll be standing if you’re ever ready for one!!!)

I should slow down maybe and pick a few things to focus on BUT I JUST CANT I LOVE IT ALL!!!! The two scenes just blend so well into one another that my eyes are just naturally being drawn back and forth between both of the scenery! Dinraal, who turned out AMAZIING BY THE WAY, ABSOLUTELY NOT OVERDONE, if anything I’m so glad you had fun working on her!!! She’s so gorgeous!!!! I bet your friend is so so proud of how well she looks!!! Oh but anyway, Dinraal naturally leads my eyes over to the sun/moon (and the 24, hehe, thank you!!! /)//(\ Your memory is astounding!!), which have their own beautiful rays of light leading down onto the adorable couples 😭 I love love LOVE the moonlight leading down onto Tonari and Fushi, and the fact that she’s pointing at it too like she can almost reach it? Beautiful! Gorgeous!!! And it just leads my eyes down to them too, there’s just such a natural circular flow here, no wonder I keep getting caught in a loop of admiration! 😁

The blues and the pinks, and the stars on the ToFu side!!! I just noticed them and they’re everything to me!!!! Hahaha I’m so glad Tonari was relaxing to color hehe, same for me, something about her is just so lovely and calming when she’s relaxed 🥰 As for Fushi’s colors, I didn’t notice! Even after you pointed it out it looks good to me! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this is from someone who never references colors though, I’m so loosey goosey about everything -w- BUT YOUR SOLUTION TO YOUR PROBLEM WAS GREAT, THEIR SHAPE IS VERY VISIBLE AND EASY TO MAKE OUT hehe :3 I love their crossed little legs 🥰

Zelda being your kin is so good to know hehe, I’ve always been drawn to all versions of Link myself! I think we’ve been perfectly set up to “play dolls” with these characters in the future, so to speak! Aaaahh they can’t have been easy to draw, there’s a reason I almost never dabble in drawing those two and their intricate outfits, but you make it look effortless!!! Zelda’s shirt turned out amazing, and I’m stuck looking at her little triangle braids!!!! I don’t know why I’m so fixated on that it’s just adorable!!! 😭💕 What a lovely technique, man, I’m so enchanted! AND THE MASTER SWORD, I know you called it cheating BUT I LOVE THE LINE WORK, it makes the sword stand out, almost like you lined that specific part with some sort of melted gold??? Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!

This is gorgeous and beautiful in every which way and thank you!!!! For everything!!! For this beautiful drawing and for giving me a chance to ramble and giving me something gorgeous to look at for the rest of my day, and for indulging in both of my silly little ships /)//(\ I’m so glad I don’t need glasses because I love every inch of your art, thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!!! Gosh it’s so so so lovely 😭💕 you’re so lovely!!!!

I don’t know how to say goodbye so I guess I’ll just say good night for now! Thank you for thinking of me… I’ll have a wonderful day, so long as you promise me you’ll have a wonderful night along side me 🥰

Goodnight, Mai Bruzha!

- Nova

#Lyn the Zelda Kin (I’ll come up with a better tag some day I PROMISE 💕 haha!!!) #Friend Rambles 💕💕💕 #long post #IM SO STOKED YOU HAVE NO IDEA AAAHHHHHHHHHH KICKING MY FEET #I’m typing the tags before I actually type the main body heehee I’m gonna jump over the moon!!!!! #and thank you for the letter too I’ve been rereading it! I’ve been getting back into writing letters of my own and wow!!! #the quality of yours are amazing!! I may have to take a note or two on how to craft a good one that one was amazing!! and thank you :’) #ok editing: this nova back after her ramble in the body text #I’m sorry for how disjointed this all looks! I kind of tackled my response based on where I was looking at at any given time #and I wanted to get my reply back before you hit the sheets for the night!!! still it took me some time but I hope I made it!!! #ahhh Lyn I hope you rest well! I’m going to have an amazing birthday and you’re a contributing factor in that my friend.. Mai Bruzha!!! #I know for a fact I’m forgetting details too like just the fact that I love the idea of Tonari and Fushi chilling at night #chatting and looking at the stars and enjoying each other’s company. my favorite scenes of them are always them shrouded in darkness and #covered in some sort of fireside lighting I just!!!!!! they’re so good in the dark thank you for drawing them at night #they are a moon couple to me… and ZeLink is a sun couple to me like idk how you got all these details DOWN about me! maybe we see the world #similarly :3 good to know I have someone in the world who sees them the way I do 😁 #aahhhh I’ll let you get off to sleep now dear friend!!! and thank you again! thank you thank you thank you!!!! #this is truly shaping up to be the best birthday ever!

[daughterofthereaper02]

Being Raised By Maverick HCs

A/N: I know a lot of people probably need this so I thought I would deliver

Pairing: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, brief mention of Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Mitchell! Reader, brief Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x sister! reader

Summary: How life would be if you were Mavericks daughter

He was terrified when he found out he was having a child

He wanted to tell Goose but unfortunately his friend had long since passed on

He was petrified when you were born, finding out he was going to raise a daughter

He had no idea how to raise a child, let alone a daughter

But this man quickly became an amazing father

Was he perfect? No but he made the best life for you that he possibly could

He listened to everyone's advice and put it into his own style

Walking around and holding you was his favorite

He also loved to have you sleep on his chest while he watched TV or tried to sleep also

You were five years younger then Bradley

You weren’t a difficult child and he loved every minute with you that he could have

Your mother wasn’t in the picture after your first birthday

He took pictures and at home videos of everything he could, and if he couldn’t Carole would

He was a proud father

He would constantly kiss anything hurt better with his ‘special powers’

When you had daddy daughter dances once you hit first grade, he would absolutely go, pulling any favors he could if he was near. He would happily dance with you on his feet

He also loved carrying you in when you fell asleep, he would take the time to hold you longer

Every drawing you made, every bad or good art project, every gift was saved and loved

Totally would be in the hanger with all the photos and stuff that he had

There are totally videos of you at age nine running to a fourteen year old Bradley and him swinging you around with Maverick in the background with the biggest smile ever

You were Bradley's unofficial little sister, when you were scared of something and Maverick couldn’t help, he was there being your big brother

When you were nervous about starting school, Maverick would tell you a story to help relax you

Most of the time it was something he got in trouble for

Others thought he would be a terrible dad but when he brought you to visit the base like other dads did, they saw that you were his world

When you reached middle school, he constantly took you out on motorcycle rides on your bad days or out for a plane ride

You would totally be helping him work on it like he and Rooster did

When you were pressured into going to a party you didn’t want to go to, you would called Bradley and he would come to get you right away, letting Maverick know

When you two fought, it was over major things but you never let things go truly unsettled

Very rarely it was over little things, but when it was you two would just go work at the hanger together in silence until one of you apologized or you both realized you were being stupid

You would cry to him when you got your heart broken for the first time and he got Carole and Bradley to come and spend the day out to make you forget

He would forget a lot of things often so you knew he cared when you saw reminders for big events all over and on the calendar, he tried to get to everything he possibly could

He couldn’t always which you understood but he always made it up to you

Your heart broke when Carole passed away, she was the only mother figure you had but you leaned on each other and helped Bradley

When everything happened with Bradley, you were heartbroken when he dropped contact with you and didn’t understand

This drove you to be the best at everything, thinking it would make sure that your dad didn’t leave you as well

At sixteen, Pete explained everything to you and while you were angry, you could understand

You still tried to absorb everything you could about the Navy and being an aviator

He told you more stories about being an aviator now that you were mature enough and you learned that you had to coolest father ever

He took so many photos of you at your junior prom

Same with your senior prom but you came home early and told him you caught your date and ex friend making out

He told you to wait and got ready in his uniform (because lets be real, its his only nice clothes for the occasion)

He danced with you all night long, making you laugh and smile more then you would have at your prom

It became your favorite memory because your dad actually canceled plans for that night for you

Graduation he would be cheering the loudest for you and proud of how high you graduated in your classes, you still tried to be the best you could

Maybe you didn’t join the Navy but joined law enforcement

Probably made your way to NCIS after a while

You wanted to protect everyone you could and this had you in contact with your father still

You two kept in contact so much it wasn’t funny

You went to see him before the mission and you barely looked at Bradley

It frustrated him to no end because he was truly sorry to cut you out

He begged for his little sister to be back

When they came back, you hugged your dad tight and didn’t let go for a while, not realizing you were crying

He would wipe away your tears and kiss your forehead

Just like your father and Bradley though, you and Bradley made up

You were transferred to the closest NCIS so you could stay with your father and brother since they all stayed at Top Gun

You got along well with everyone on the mission and maybe something started between you and Hangman....

Overprotective Maverick and Rooster activate

You would be sneaking around with him and they eventually found out after Jake went to protect you at the Hard Deck when a bar fight broke out

Earned the respect right away for protecting ‘the baby’ as they called you, much to your annoyance

When you did get married, Maverick walked you down the aisle and tearfully handed you off

Just like when you were little, at the father daughter dance, you were on his toes as you danced

If you chose to have kids, he would totally do the gender reveal by flying over in the jet with color smoke

Best grandpa Mav ever

But he would remind you every day that you were always his little girl and that he loved you dearly

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun #rooster top gun #pete 'maverick' mitchell #maverick #maverick x daughter reader #maverick x daughter!reader #rooster x sister! reader #hangman x reader

[frayed-symphony]

Once upon a time I had a Tales of Symphonia OC called Reimi.

It was the early noughties. I was a teenager obsessed with 2 things - Tales of Symphonia and Full Metal Alchemist. I had seen on my favourite website at the time; DeviantART, that people would sometimes self-insert themselves into their favourite shows/games and even though I'd thought about it before, I loved these two things so much I finally decided to do the same and 'Reimi' was born.

She was my ideal version of how I looked and because I was being bullied almost every day at school, the world of Symphonia in particular was a great comfort to me. Anytime I had a particularly bad day I started to draw Reimi.

I did have one real life friend, my best friend from primary school and we'd chat on the phone every night. I convinced her to play ToS with me and the two of us fell down this rabbit hole and I made her an OC too. We called her Beatrix and she was Reimi's older sister. It was your typical 'human girls fall into fantasy world and crush on their favourite character' story. I liked Lloyd and my friend liked Kratos. We would roleplay them together and write stories for each others birthdays and Christmases. It got me through the horrible things happening at school.

In time we started to make other characters. I decided I wanted Reimi to have a summon spirit - a polar bear called Meikai who could change between human and bear form. My friend had a similar 'devil' summon, Kainashi and I started to draw them as well. (Totally stole this from Sheena but it was very fun)

The final character we designed was Harvey - he was the only one we tried to give a canonical link to Symphonia. He was the Prince of the Tethe'allan royal family and Hilda's brother. The reason you never saw him in the game, we reasoned, was because he didn't want to be a Prince and left to travel the world in secret. He runs into our heroines and becomes a part of the group. I also wanted to write some love triangle stories at that point so he has a crush on Reimi.

For a long time these characters were my whole life. They filled my brain and I would always be thinking of stories for them. The ToS characters always factored into these stories but I was too embarrassed to draw them or have anything romantic happening and that might have been because of the backlash I saw a lot of self-insert authors get. I kept my stories mostly off the internet.

But I kept drawing them as the years went on, even designing bosses and creatures for them to fight, this was one such creature - 'Malcolm' the robot. One of Rodyle's machines.

In time life got in the way. My friend and I didn't get to speak as much so the drawing motivation started to fizzle out.

I still thought and cared about these characters but there was no fresh ideas forming for them. As I got older I started to have less time for them.

This is the last drawing I ever made of them and though you might still see me draw Reimi from time to time, its been years since I drew any of the others.

I did use them for animation practise on my University course though

So that's where we are today. I had a lot of AUs for Reimi. You may have seen this potion shop picture before, it's one of my favourite ideas where Reimi is living in the slums in Meltokio, working to keep her family's store open by selling potions. It even got a Daily Deviation on deviantART! I'm sure most people didn't know it was a self-insert drawing.

Another idea I liked was Reimi being the daughter of Kvar. She's grown up in the human ranches (though largely away from their brutality) and Lloyd's group visit is a wake-up call to her that what her father and Cruxis are doing may be wrong.

I came up with way too many stories to list here.. but uh... maybe I did draw some Reimi/Lloyd art occassionally...

and thats all you're gonna see!!

Anyway I just wanted to revisit these characters since I've been doing that with my books this month. Maybe you already knew about this, maybe you didn't!! It's just a fun look into my teenage self. I am trying to draw a new outfit for Reimi now, to see how much I've improved drawing her. I hope I can post it soon.

Thanks for reading!

#well part of me wants to immediately delete this post HAHA #but i said i would do a lore dump for my ToS OCs and here we are #reimi #beatrix #meikai #kainashi #prince harvey #myart #original characters #Youtube

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Don't feel like tagging anything for this just yet) ( @gemini-sensei )

Having some deep thoughts about Werewolf!Omega!Reader who came from a rough family.

They didn’t really care about her leaving her to her own devices. They lived out in the woods and for most of Readers life all she did was stay inside or play in the woods, but she wasn’t allowed to go out at night. She was never told why but was constantly snapped at to not ask questions. There where multiple strangers or people she would call “aunt or uncle” that would come by her house but they where not her actual kin. Something she once again never tried to ask about.

As time goes by and she gets older her family starts to slowly disappear. Aunts and uncles no longer visit as much, her really family starts to vanish as well. Things take a turn when one of her older siblings doesn’t come home one night late into the spring.

She crys for days after she realizes something extremely bad has happened, they are not coming back. She here’s her partners talking and her mother crying.

“He/she is dead….I know it.”

“Everyone is, it’s only us now..”

The following month after her 18th birthday she comes home to find almost her whole room packed up. The rest of the house is fine, nothing else is touched nothing out of place by even a inch.

But no one is home.

She looks around and even calls out for her parents and siblings only to her only her own voice a ehco around the walls. Running outside she finds no sign of anyone so she goes back into the house. She quietly goes into her parents room, the room for the most part is extremely the same but the draws are open and empty and the closets bare. Her eyes search the room for any kind of clue as to what is going on. Finally her eyes land on a small piece of paper that sits on her parents bed. With a flick of the wrist she picks the paper up and flips the folded up paper open. In the simple hand writing of her father.

“Your room is packed with what you need. Take what you can and leave before it is too late. We already lost one child and the others we can not stay to see you die as well. You cannot stay here or you will be just as dead as we would if we stayed, we are giving you a head start to get out. We can only tell you the best option since you are young, go to CA, it is your best chance to find others. We regret not telling you the truth but we can at least give you advice to stay alive. Good luck-“

It was a cryptic message that sent chills though her whole body. Her whole family had just up and left their home and told her to get out. That she was in danger and needed to leave all on her own. A sicking feeling came over her whole body as she moved about the house. She grabbed what she could of her things from her room, a few things from around the house. While moving things around she found a wad of cash in a drawer and took it. It was enough to get her on a bus to California and possibly enough for food a rent.

Within the hour she was long gone from her childhood home in the woods.

On a bus to a whole different state all alone to start a new life.

Life in california was rough at first for the young women. She was in a total different state with no family or friends. But as the weeks and months pass she finally starts to settle in to her new home. She finds a nice little apartment in a nice town, she is able to find a good job with nice hours. For once in her life she feels seen and heard as she meets new people. Gaining new friends at work and around town with her free time.

For about two years that was what she did with her life and it was going great. Every day she grew to live the new town she was in and the thought of her old life was slowly fading. She missed her home, her parents and even her siblings but she knew it was best that she leave. She didn’t regret getting out when she did. There was nothing for her back home and she understood that.

It wasn’t until her twentieth birthday was about to hit when things started to change once again in her life.

Reader felt lucky to have met such nice people when first moving to california. After getting a place to live she was able to find work at a local hospital. It wasn’t anything fancy but she was able to get a job in the records department and then she was moved to the physical therapy department. That’s when she met Miguel, a nice physical therapist in training. He just so happened to be looking for a patient file for a new client that was coming in for treatment. Reader of course noticed and helped him find it before he got to lost in all of the paperwork and folders.

He was extremely embarrassed about not being able to find such a easy document. Reader brushed it off and told him that it was fine and that if he ever needed help finding anything in the records department to just come and find her. She knew the place like the back of her hand by now. That sparked a great friendship between the two. They got lunch breaks together and even hung out after work a lot. He also introduced her to a few of his other friends too.

“You know I did karate in highschool.”

It was a random comment he made one day as they where sitting in the hospital cafeteria during a lunch break.

Reader perked up as she picked at her food.

“Oh really? Physical therapist guy did a dangerous sport like karate? Um.”

“Yeah…remember when I told you about my back? Karate may have played a key in that. But it’s in the past.”

“Soooo why are you bring it up now?”

“Well I kinda wanted to know if you wanted to come with me and some of the others to go hang out at one of the lessons. My sensei still teaches and one of my friends is teaching along side him these days. Everyone wanted to go hang out but I didn’t know if you where into that kinda stuff.”

Reader thought about it for a long minute before saying “Iv never been to a karate class before it sounds interesting. Just don’t expect me to know any of your crazy karate stuff I guess.” She laughs as she shoves some of her lunch into her mouth. Miguel grins back at her.

“Don't worry I wasn't expecting you to. It's just for fun trust me, you're going to have a great time.”

The following week Reader gets the address from Miguel on where the dojo was. She pulls up to the nice little place, it's beautiful and quaint. She is just in time to pass a little group of kids walking out of the gate. They laugh and y'all at one another clearly happy about the lesson they just came from. Reader can't help but smile as she passes them, looking back to watch them all load up ain't a small van and take off. Her mind is brought back when she hears loud laughter from behind a large gate from where the kids originally came out from.

Walking up to the gate she opens it and peers around the corner to find Miguel and a blond man talking. She also takes notice of the fact that Demetri and Robby are there as well. Both are off to the side talking about something. She meet Demetri and Robby when they showed up to the hospital to collect their friend after work to go to a local bar. They all have hung out quite a few times since then.

“Reader you made it! I was scared you might have gotten lost on the way here or something.”

“Yeah sorry I'm still trying to figure out this area but your directions were fine, found the place on my first try so no harm done. Hope I wasn't keeping you guys waiting.” she says a little bit embarrassed. This was a new part of town she had yet to be to so finding her way around was still a little tricky. Luckily she was able to find her way with Miguel’s good directions.

Miguel patted her on the should before turning to the blond guy again. He was much older than them and she could only guess that this was Miguel’s sensei he had briefly talked about before.

“Reader this is Johnny Lawrence, my sensei and Robby’s dad.” he mention to the older man who is just smirking at them. Looking at him until close she could see the slight resemblance to Robby. His nose and brows and just a hint of his eyes reminded her of the dirty blond. She smiled and shook his outstretched hand, his grip was firm in hers. He let go a second later. Robby groans as he's mentioned. Johnny rolls his eyes before walking off back towards the dojo where another man comes walking out. He's a bit shorter than Johnny, tan with dark hair.

“And that is Daniel LaRusso! My other sensei.” the other man gives her a smiles before shaking hands with her. His hold is firm but just a tad bit gentler then Johnny's.

“Can we start this thing all ready I'm getting tired of waiting. I don't care if we just finished a class I want to get back to training already!” a voice came from inside the dojo. Reader looks over the means shoulders to try and get a look at who was yelling. The door to the dojo slammed open and a guy strolled out not long after.

He was taller than her by a few good inches, skin pale with only a kiss of sun to it. He was in a gi like the other men but he had the top open hanging loose. His hair was too long but it had a nice length to it, gelled up in a neat mohawk. Reader felt her face grow warm has she took a little to long to rip her eyes away from his open shirt. He had a nice set of muscles that made her all kinds of hot. Quickly she looked away and focused on the others.

Miguel laughed saying “Dont worry about him that's just Hawk.” she raised a brow at him “His real names Eli but we call him Hawk. It's his thing.” she rolled her eyes and gave a small chuckle. His name was definitely something.

(I admit that I cut this off extremely early. I have more to this idea but I didn't know if anyone was actually going to like it because I started it when I was going through writer's block and I feel like it was a bit bland. Might continue if anybody actually likes it. )

#sensei venus speaks #cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai blurbs #werewolf au #werewolf #werewolf!eli #werewolf!hawk #alpha!eli #alpha!hawk #eli hawk moskowitz #cobra kai hawk #hawk moskowitz #hawk x reader #cobra kai hawk x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #chubby reader #omega!reader #werewolf!reader

[heartkyeom]

honey jar

lee seokmin x gn!reader

word count: 5.6k

tag list: @maijunejuly @graykageyama @svthub @junkissed

warnings: mentions of violence, strangers to lovers

a/n: my svthub halloween fic is finally done!! thank you to june for beta reading part of this and to my fellow svthub members for being so supportive of this idea even though I kept it very close to my chest lol. it turned out a bit differently than I expected, but I truly hope you enjoy it! happy halloween! 💗

Seokmin has a nasty habit of being obsessive. It doesn’t pop up often, but when it does, his fixation can be quite hard to let go of.

It’s not his fault that you’re incredibly fascinating. Seokmin is a faithful patron of the local witchcraft shop where you work, he didn’t even need to go to the store as often as he does, but there’s just something about you.

As a witch, he could easily source his supplies for potions and spells from much less conspicuous places, but he’s grown accustomed to the way you pack each of his items carefully, whether it be a few crystals or heavy equipment. 

Soonyoung and Seungkwan always warned him to be wary of humans, to know that not everyone would react positively to his powers, but he couldn’t help it.

Even if his flings crashed and burned, he still liked the thought of taking care of someone whether his powers were involved or not.

Thus, he found himself at the witchcraft store for the 3rd time this week, picking up something he definitely did not need, just to see you.

You were never particularly fond of small talk or seemingly anything positive, but he tried to engage with you like always. 

Seokmin carefully set down a pile of crystals on the counter, much to your dismay. The store had been relatively empty since he came in, but he figured you could expect him to be there a few times a week now.

“How’s your day been so far?” He’s beaming.

You offer him a slight scowl before looking at the cashier's tablet to key in his items. You only give a short glance at the crystals before answering. “Uneventful,” you deadpan. 

“Why are you buying all these crystals, you were just here for crystals last week,” You don’t look up at him, instead shaking your head in disapproval at this lunatic who would likely end up buying out your entire stock of crystals by the end of the week.

“My friend’s birthday is coming up and they’re really into crystals,” He lies and examines his choices once again, nodding in confirmation at what he’s picked out for his hypothetical friend. 

These would just go on another shelf in his bedroom, adding to the massive collection of stones waiting to be used for a specific spell. He decided he could never have enough good energy with him, so maybe the trip wasn’t a complete waste.

You observe him as if you’re contemplating whether to believe his obvious lie. Your shoulders lower with a deep sigh, it seems like you’ve decided to leave things alone today. “Whatever, your total is $16.54.”

He digs through his wallet to give you the exact amount in cash, and despite having a perfectly functioning debit card, he liked indulging in the novelty of cash payments. It was a silly human invention that made him unreasonably happy for some reason, amongst other things.

“Can I have a reusable bag? I like the designs here,” He smiles again at the thought of the reusable bags the store offered. There are a few different designs that he’s admired for a while now, especially since they were made by local artists.

“You’re stealing my script,” You pout, “and shouldn’t you have your own reusable bag by now?” You reach below the counter to grab the tote bag, and to his surprise, it’s his favorite out of the local designs. The picture is quite simple, a watercolor drawing of fairies living within a flower garden. He thought it was sweet and nostalgic, it always made him happy to see it framed on the counter among the other tote bag designs. 

“You’re right, I left it at home,” He admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his hair easily. He knew his crystals would just be put in a small paper bag, but he figured he could test his luck by asking for something bigger.

“You’re lucky that you spend so much money here,” You still don’t look at him as you put the crystals in the miniature paper bag and push it forward. 

“Or else I would’ve made you pay for this,” You hold out the tote bag for him to take. His eyes go slightly wide, but he catches himself and takes it with a smile.

He blushes. “I appreciate the kindness, thank you.”  

“I think this will be my last visit of the week,” he confirms. 

He really should ease up on coming to see you, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He didn’t necessarily have it in the budget to keep making this many visits to the shop. 

“Great,” You’re still unamused, but he’s still trying to fight the nerves building up in the pit of his stomach. 

“See you around,” He waves and exits the store before he can catch your reaction, he feels too overwhelmed to look back. 

He knew he was being pathetic, but what else could he do? 

The infatuation has already bloomed in his heart, now he had to figure out a way to deal with it.

—

Outside of work, you enjoyed exploring the neighborhood on your walks back home. You didn’t live very far from the shop, so you tried to utilize every moment to find something new to fawn over.

Recently, it’s been the houses in the hidden streets near your apartment. 

Whenever you left to get coffee or get groceries for the week, you didn’t stop yourself from turning down the corner of the road toward the glimpses of suburbia in the bustling city.

Most times, people weren’t outside of their homes, so you could observe the exterior of certain houses thoroughly without judgment.

Sometimes, there were kids playing outside or a couple would be talking on their porch. Things like seasonal decorations, school graduation pickets, and traces of colorful chalk on the pavement reminded you that people lived full vibrant lives in places you would never see. 

It always left you with a hopeful feeling.

Yet, there was one that always left you curious, one that always made you stop to admire it no matter what.

The sage green Victorian-style house stuck out like a sore thumb among the minimalist angular homes that took up a good portion of the block.

The two-story house contained a wrap-around porch, a steeply pitched roof, painted iron railings, and other ornate flourishes that drew your eye to it every time.

This time, you’re so lost in thought while looking at the roof that you barely notice someone walking outside the front door.

You avert your eyes to the sidewalk immediately. “Shit, I’m sorry for staring,” Your response is panic-stricken, and you don’t want to face whatever old person would be waiting to kick you off their lawn.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” The voice is much younger than you envisioned, but also strangely familiar as well.

You look up to see a slightly tired Seokmin, lingering on the porch to get a better look at you.

He seems just as shocked as you are as if you’re both people that can only exist in one location in your mind. 

He’s also startlingly handsome for 6 pm on a Thursday, he’s only dressed in a plain sweatshirt and sweatpants but it’s enough to drive you slightly insane.

His fluffy black hair is now hidden by a baseball cap, spotlighting his facial features.

His smile is still just as kind as always, if not more when the initial shock of seeing you wears off. “Y/N, hi! Do you live near here?”

“Yeah, I live a few blocks from here,” You point behind you and offer him a small smile.

“Oh wow, you’re close to the store then!”

“Yeah, blessing and a curse,” You nod. “Wait, do you live here?” You bring yourself back to focus to ask him what’s on your mind.

“Oh, yeah, I do,” He replies excitedly. This brings up a flurry of questions in your mind.

“You have roommates, right? I mean there’s no way you live here alone,” You assess him offhandedly but realize your tone. “Shit, that was mean.”

He doesn’t seem offended by your assumption though. 

“It’s true, I definitely can’t afford to be here alone so I have two roommates.”

“That’s nice, at least,” You sigh at the thought of having nice roommates. A few bad encounters in college had sworn you off completely, at least for the time being.

“I work at the branch right near that bright pink thrift shop, so I’m also close to work,” He looks as if he’s given this exact reference too many times, so much so that he waits for your lightbulb moment that eventually comes a few seconds later.

“Yeah, of course! That reminds me, I haven’t renewed my library card,” You grab the side of your tote bag while thinking of your keys, remembering the tiny library card that hung on your keychain.

“You should come to see me at the library! I could do it for you,” He’s almost a little too eager to help you out. Everything about him is eager, his presence is almost puppylike and you’re not sure if you like that or not.

“I can just do it online, right?”

He pouts. “Then you can’t come to see me,” His voice is slightly petulant which makes your heart flutter for some reason. “I’ve seen you a million times, it’s time for you to catch up.”

“This implies that we’re friends, friends visit each other at work.”

“Do you not want to be friends?”

The question is innocent enough, but it stops you in your tracks.

Although his energy is almost sickeningly sweet, he leaves you curious. You’d like to know if he’s always been this way, what makes him nervous, what his roommates are like, and why he always looks so endearing without trying.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you could benefit from having more friends.

“No, I do,” You let yourself smile just enough so that he’s content again.

His face immediately seems back at ease at your agreement. 

“Okay. Can I get your number so we can plan something?”

You can’t tell if he’s flirting or if he’s really just that excited to see you again, you opt for the latter by the way he keeps trying to hide his smile from you. 

You eventually nod with a closed-mouth smile, and you silently unlock your phone and hand it to him to input his number.

His eyes seem especially curious as he types in his contact information, wide and attentive at your phone. 

“Here you go,” He hands it back with a bright smile and you wonder how he hasn’t run out of energy just from smiling at you.

“I’ll go now, but it was nice to run into you,” You shift awkwardly away from him with a short wave, starting to turn around away from his view.

“You too,” His eyes are almost closed from how brightly he’s smiling. You turn away full before you can fixate on it. You decide to check his contact as you walk in the opposite direction you came from and you notice something.

His name isn’t just Seokmin.

It’s “seokmin!” with an exclamation point as if his sparkly energy is somehow radiating from your phone. It makes you let out air through your nose with a chuckle as you shove your phone back into your jacket pocket.

His energy is quite distinct, that’s for sure.

—

Library shifts were relatively slow, but Seokmin didn’t particularly mind. He was able to complete his work around the building without constant interruption, but he was always happy to help a patron out.

Most patrons were drawn to him anyways, likely from his dazzling smile and charming personality. He could convince anyone to check out at least one book, catering to visitors of any age. 

Yet, today, he was relegated to the circulation desk.

It was his fault for not spreading his tasks out further through the day, but that’s the problem with having powers, it makes you want to use them for everything. 

Who wouldn’t use magic to help you shelve books faster or sort through a pile of returned books?

It was the part of the afternoon when the library was practically abandoned beside a few patrons idly browsing on the computers, and Seokmin could get away with doing whatever he wanted, within reason.

Today, that meant flipping through the massive administrative binders without touching a single page, his fingers scanning the information to type into the computer before turning to the next page with a flick of his hand. 

He typically did this with eyes flitting between the door and the pages of the binder to ensure that no one noticed what he was doing.

His eyes went up at just the right moment to see you walk through the double doors, he fumbled his hands below the desk in an effort to avoid any confrontation. 

It’s been a few weeks since you were outside his house and barely any texts were exchanged between the two of you. 

Honestly, Seokmin thought he was doing something wrong, but clearly, you were still interested in seeing him.

You approach the desk with a tight smile and Seokmin feels his heart jump to his throat. 

You give him a once over and squint your eyes. “What were you doing?”

Shit, he’s been found out.

“Work,” He stutters in a quiet tone. He was charismatic and confident when you were outside his house, why is he suddenly so flustered?

You clear your throat and readjust the tote bag on your shoulder. “Right, well, I still wanted to renew my library card. Sorry, it took me so long to come by.”

“No worries,” His signature smile reappeared on his face as he turned his attention toward the computer, he thanked the universe that it was still logged in.

“Ok, what’s your library card number?” He glances up at you.

“It’ll probably just be easier to give you my card,” Your head is down and you’re focused on pulling out your wallet to retrieve the card. 

“Yeah, for sure,” He is admittedly staring quite hard at you, but he can’t help it. He likes that you’re wearing an oversized sweatshirt and the sleeves are practically covering your hands to the point where your fingers are practically gone by the time you hand him the card.

It never feels like this, he can usually type things out quite easily, but now the keyboard feels like an obstacle as he types out the number printed on the back of your card. 

He triple checks the number before he speaks up. “Is the address you previously added correct?”

“Yeah,” You nod without much emotion, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. 

You don’t care about much, it seems. Well, that’s what he gathers through your texts.

From his visits to the shop, you do seem to care about the color yellow. He noticed there would always be a hint of yellow somewhere in your outfit, whether it be earrings, a button on your shirt, or a yellow trinket on your keychain. 

He notices the tote bag on your shoulder is yellow too, and it makes his heart a bit warm.

“Great,” He forces himself to look over the other information and update your card’s status back to “active” before he lets any more of his nerves set in.

“Okay, you’re all set. You should be able to check out a book,” He hands the card back with an easy expression, he hopes that he’s disguising his uneasiness. 

“Great. I’ll text you,” You nod and turn away before Seokmin can wave goodbye. He watches you leave through the double doors before letting out a pent-up sigh that’s centered in his chest. 

That could’ve gone better. 

He could’ve told you some fragments of his feelings, how he’s wanted to hang out with you for the past few weeks but schedule conflicts kept getting in the way.

Seokmin channeled his frustration into the pen sitting on top of the open binder, gently outstretching his fingers so that the writing utensil began to levitate. 

This was a rudimentary skill to him now, but it was one of the first advanced principles that he learned as a child. The idea of holding control over objects of any weight without needing a wand signaled a step towards complete discipline as a witch, but now he simply needed it to feel any semblance of control when he couldn’t let out his anger. 

He didn’t think it had been that long since he had been sulking over office items, not until someone spoke up at him.

“Seokmin?”

He’s so frazzled that his brain can’t register who it is until he really looks at their face. 

It’s you. No, it’s definitely you. You’re carrying the same yellow tote bag, and the same oversized sweater as a few minutes before, but your face is now painted in shock. 

His hands react so frantically that the pen goes flying, slamming against the back wall near the break room. He turns back to you, clearly bewildered by his lack of composure.

“Your pen, it was,” You point a shaky hand toward him, the event is trying to unfold itself through your lips, but your brain simply can’t catch up. 

“Why did you come back?” He blinks at you.

“I left my keys,” You hold up the keychain before blinking rapidly, stuffing them into your pockets not even a minute later. 

The tension is unflinchingly thick between the two of you, he can hear the clicking of the keyboards from the patrons across the room.

“Why was your pen floating?” You break the silence again with a nervous voice. 

He’s trying to muster up the right words to tell you, it’s always a toss-up as to how humans would react to his powers. He’s seen horror, anger, sadness, happiness, and everything in between from revealing his secret, so nothing unnerves him anymore, but something about the way your assured and relaxed persona is now suspended in fear is unsettling.

He watches you attempt to piece together a coherent thought in your head. 

“Are you a witch?” 

Well, he didn’t expect you to figure it out that quickly. 

“Oh my god, you are. You’re not denying it,” Your voice is slightly panicked. 

Seokmin can feel the blush crawl up his cheeks and his heart rise up to his throat. 

“Look, I can explain,” He glances at the time on the desktop computer, “I’m off in ten minutes, I can tell you everything then, okay?” His eyes are pleading for you to understand. Your eyes haven’t relaxed at all, but you still nod. It’s enough to immediately switch his face into a reassuring grin. 

Seokmin is certain that he’s never clocked out faster in his entire life. 

—

“You’re not tired of my questions yet?”

“No, of course not,” He smirks and takes a short sip of his bubble tea after answering. He felt so bad after seeing your reaction that he insisted on buying you bubble tea as a consolation, something you happily agreed to. 

You were now sitting outside the shop on a nearby bench, filling the occasional silence of enjoying your drink with your barrage of questions for him. He was never frustrated, no matter how basic the question might seem. 

That was something you admire about him, his patience was far more bountiful than yours could ever be.

You weren’t even really mad at him about the whole situation, honestly. It felt unnecessary to feel upset at something he couldn’t control. If anything, you were surprised at how covert he managed to be after so long.

You knew his energy was particularly special, but knowing that he was a witch seemed to make his habits even more fascinating.

“So what you did at the library, you don’t need a wand or anything to perform spells?” You peer at him.

“No, I can use one, but it’s easier to use my hands,” He flexes his fingers before wrapping them around his cup to take another sip. 

“Is it hard to hide this? I mean, I think I’d be going fucking insane honestly,” You offer him nervous eyes and he lets out a short chuckle. 

“It got easier with time, it always does,” His maturity shows through his response, you figure that it’s the result of having to deal with so much bullshit.

Thus, you consider your words carefully before asking another question. “Seokmin?”

“Hmm?” He looks at you with those sweet eyes of his, it breaks your heart a little before you can get the words out. 

“Has anyone ever hurt you for it?” You try to lace it with as much compassion as possible. You still can’t say it out loud, that he’s a witch, you figure that you aren’t comfortable yet. 

He sighs. “Yeah, I’ve got this nice little keepsake,” He moves his shirt sleeve up to reveal a thick scar across his forearm. 

“Some guys burned me, luckily Soonyoung and Seungkwan beat their asses for me before it got much worse,” He laughs, but you’re unsettled at the idea of just how traumatic it must’ve been. It makes you wince just looking at it, you can only imagine how much it truly hurt him. 

“I’m glad they were there for you, that’s awful. I’m sorry,” You place your hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing the fabric of his sweater. He noticeably relaxes, something that encourages you to leave it there for a bit. 

“It’s okay. They’re the best friends I could ask for,” He nods at the ground with a fond smile, the thought of them seems to take over his mind. 

“It’s not okay. I hope wherever those guys are, they’re fucking miserable,” You grumble.

“Thanks.”

There’s a brief silence again before he speaks up.

“I don’t want to stop being a good person though. I know I’m too positive and cheerful sometimes, but I still want to give love because I know it’s what I’m here to do,” He responds assuredly. It almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Like your purpose?” You ask, slightly startled.

“Yeah. I think I’m full of love, I have love for every single piece of my life. I try to keep that intention in both spheres of my life,” He gives you a sincere look, it’s like he knows how deep the sentiment is hitting you in that moment.

How could anyone attack Seokmin?

Seokmin, the guy who smiles almost constantly, who holds gratitude for everything in his life, who is carefully considerate and sweet. It’s too cruel. 

“That’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that strongly about my life,” You furrow your brows at the thought of even trying to make something up to like about it.

You’ve just coasted through life, going to the next thing without much thought. Seokmin is definitely the most exciting thing that’s happened to you in recent memory, possibly ever.

“I don’t think you need some sort of grand purpose. You can just exist and that can be enough, you know?” Seokmin quips. You’re sure that he didn’t mean for it to sound so prophetic, but it is.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’ll figure it out,” You shake your head with a hard sigh.

“There’s no rush.”

You don’t know how long you spend outside on the bench talking to each other, but it’s definitely long enough for the sun to set. It feels natural talking to Seokmin, he wasn’t as complicated as you once thought. You exchange goodbyes, but you can’t stop yourself from giving him a hug before you go.

You don’t mean to startle him when you put your arms around him, but he immediately softens into your touch. “What’s all this?” His tone is slightly brighter than normal.

 “Thank you for everything you said,” You mumble. His laugh vibrates through your body and it’s more comforting than you expected.

“Don’t worry about it,” He tightens his grip on you slightly before pulling away to look at you. “I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Okay,” You wave one last time and watch him walk away for a few moments before starting on your own path back home. You can’t help but notice the new warmth in your chest.

You actually believe him this time when he says he’ll see you again.

—

After the incident, it’s clear that you both can’t go very long without seeing each other. With every hangout, the lingering glances, the brushing of your hands against his, the way you open up to him, Seokmin’s feelings are starting to choke him from the inside out.

“You should just tell them.”

“No, absolutely not,” Seokmin furiously shakes his head and settles into his blanket. The couch seemed like a good place to deny your feelings, right?

“Don’t tell me you’re just gonna yearn for them until you’re dead, that’s so fucking boring,” Seungkwan sighs into his tea before taking a sip. Seokmin had finally decided to catch Seungkwan up to speed on the situation, but now he was starting to regret it. 

“Shut up, we’re going at a good pace!” Seokmin insists.

“I know you’ve been single for a while, but you cannot seriously think this is fast enough. They were practically eye fucking you the moment you brought them in here,” Seungkwan scoffs. Seokmin sits up at that thought. 

Had he really been missing so many cues?

You came to see the house a few days ago after your shift to meet his roommates, and you did seem a bit more attentive to Seokmin in hindsight. You just didn’t think it was strong enough for Seungkwan to notice, but honestly most things didn’t get past him. 

“I should do a spell then, right? Just force myself to feel the confidence I don’t have to tell them how I feel,” It makes sense when he says it out loud, but Seungkwan’s suspicious glance stops his train of thought.

“Well, I don’t think I can convince you either way. But Seokmin,” Seungkwan sets his cup on the coffee table, “You seem really happy with them. Don’t let yourself get in the way of this,” His arms latch onto Seokmin’s shoulders with a reassuring squeeze. 

“I won’t,” Seokmin gives him a gentle nod.

He decides at that moment to do it. He knew that he’d regret it if he didn’t try.

—

In Seokmin’s opinion, many love spells that he could recall were either too complicated or potent for what this situation requires. Seokmin didn’t want to wait for another full moon to take action, he knew that the longer he waited, the more he’d feel unsatisfied.

He spent a bit too long poring through the pages of his spell books just to find the most accessible love spell, but it’s when he's lying in bed that he remembers it.

The honey jar spell. 

It’s almost too simple, but it’s just the right push that he needed. It didn’t need many materials and it would only work to improve the relationship, not enact any questionable dynamics between the two of you.

He could easily recall the steps in his mind as he got up to find the materials.

Step 1: Write the name of the person you’d like to connect to three times on a piece of paper.

He found an unused journal in the bottom of his desk drawer and tore a sheet of paper out, proceeding to write your name out with his favorite pen.

Step 2: Write out your intention. 

Seokmin had to be perfectly clear with his words or else this could go wrong.

“I want to start a relationship with Y/N,” He whispers as he writes the words and it makes him blush. It felt so juvenile, but it was the truth.

Step 3: Fold the piece of paper three times to make it fit perfectly in a honey jar.

Seokmin kept a jar of honey on his shelf, thankfully it wasn't too full. He sat down at his desk again and slowly folded the paper three times, letting out a small breath as he dropped the paper into the jar.

Step 4: Take a tablespoon of honey from the jar and mix it into a cup of tea before replacing the top. While sipping your tea, repeat the following line to yourself: “As I drink this tea, you’ll become this delicious to me.” The spell will be cast once you finish the tea.

He stands up from his desk with the honey out to the kitchen. Thankfully, Soonyoung and Seungkwan were out of the house so he could make his tea in peace.

He grabbed his favorite mug, a white mug with an illustration of crossed swords surrounded by a wreath of flowers.

He could make a cup of tea in his sleep at this point, the sounds of the kettle and the image of his jar of loose tea leaves hidden in the back of the pantry were clear in his mind. 

His water was hot, he scooped the perfect amount of tea leaves into the mug, and the tablespoon of honey settled nicely into the mixture.

After stirring the tea a few times, he took a sip. It was perfectly sweet. “As I drink this tea, you’ll become this delicious to me,” He whispers to himself as he goes back for another sip. 

Once he made it back to his room with the mug, he decided to savor the tea as he cleaned his room, a task he’d been avoiding for a few days. As he muttered the phrase to himself between sips, he realized that you were already delicious to him.

Your presence was perfect as it was. 

Once the tea was finished, he remembered the final piece to the spell. 

Step 5: Bury the honey jar in a safe place, ideally near plants or flowers that are expanding. 

Soonyoung’s backyard garden came to mind. He always likes when there are new additions, so he wouldn’t care if it was for a spell. He went outside to the garden, honey jar in tow. It wasn’t dark out yet, so it wouldn’t look too suspicious to dig up a small hole. He didn’t remember what was out there until he saw a patch of marigolds. 

The yellow flowers stood out to him, as if it was a sign that you were meant to be there. 

There was a small patch of upended dirt behind the flowers, so he decided to bury it reasonably close to the patch of flowers before looking over his work. 

He lets the crisp fall air clear his mind of any worries of the spell as he walks back into the house, only thinking of you and how you’d be getting off of work soon.

—

Seokmin was nervous, you could tell the moment you saw him. He tried to hide it with his smile, but you could read him a bit better now. You’d spent the afternoon out at a bookstore and his energy was slightly more frantic than usual. Still, you had a nice time going through the aisles together and picking out a new book. He decides to drive you there and back, but once he pulls up to your apartment to drop you off, you decide to question what’s going on. 

“Seokmin, are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?” He’s already pouting slightly.

“I just, you seemed kinda nervous today? If I’m wrong, then tell me,” You shifted in your seat and turned your eyes toward the street. 

“No, you’re right, I am nervous,” You hear him sigh a bit too loudly.

“About what? You can tell me anything, I promise.” 

“I like you. I like you so much that I put a spell on myself to give myself the courage to tell you. I know you were nervous to give me a chance especially after the secret, but I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you,” He lets the words spill out until he can’t speak anymore and you’re blushing.

He likes you, the guy with the biggest heart in the world likes you and you couldn’t be happier.

“Seokmin, please, I like you too,” You seem to quiet his internal monologue the moment you put your hand on his cheek with an eager smile.

“A whole spell for me though, that’s a bit much,” You joke, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

“I had to be sure,” His voice is almost too quiet, but he’s smiling through the embarrassment. 

“Can I kiss you?” You lean towards him, keeping your hand in the same position. His cheeks are noticeably pink.

“Of course,” He lets you close the gap between your lips and it’s heavenly, you immediately feel yourself pulled into his orbit. 

You decide it’s a well earned kiss when he slips his tongue into your mouth, earning a quiet moan from your lips. You indulge him for a few more moments before you give him one last peck, pulling away from his face with a grin. 

“You’re a really good kisser,” He whispers into your ear and you’re falling onto his shoulder with laughter. His relieved laugh echoes through your ear and you’re sure that you haven’t felt this happy in a long time. 

You’re not sure how it will feel to be let into every aspect of his life, but you’re certain that it will feel like coming home, unfolding a level of comfort that you’ve never felt before.

It’s enough to hold you over until you get to kiss him again, and you’re certain it won’t be very long until that happens. 

#svthub #seokmin fic #dk fic #dokyeom fluff #seokmin fluff #dk fluff #svt fanfic #svt x reader #dokyeom x reader #this one is really cute #i kinda slayed it

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Love Remains - Ch 5

Written for @thelibraryloser‘s birthday.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

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Chapter 5:

Thirty-Six Days Since Marinette Lost her Memory

“I’d like you to do a supplemental reading this weekend to fill in some of your historical gaps.” 

Gaps was one word for it. She took the assignment without complaint though she wasn’t sure when she’d be able to do it. 

“Girl! Why didn’t you say something?” Alya asked as they walked to their next class. 

Marinette shrugged. “Because I do want to fill in my historical gaps?” 

Like in an abstract way if she could just suddenly know it the way she knew how to swing through the city on a yo-yo. Not the I want to dedicate hours of my life to this kind of way. 

“But you don’t have to do that all in one weekend!”

“Do you think old me would have said something?” Marinette doesn’t know why she’s asking. She hates the comparisons, but it’s like a scab she can’t help but pick at it when her friends and family keep commenting on how she’s different. 

“You like the green one? I thought pink was your favorite color.” 

It was! But that didn’t mean pink was always best for every single accessory. 

“That’s a beautiful drawing,” her maman said of the sketch of her father. “Have you sketched any new designs recently?” 

She hadn’t. She didn’t want to. Clothes weren’t interesting. But she knew her mother wanted her to say yes, so she hedged. 

Lila had spilled coffee on Marinette’s bag in art class. It had definitely been on purpose. Marinette glared at the girl as she resolutely gathered all her things to clean elsewhere rather than dignifying Lila with a response. 

“That was totally on purpose. Why didn’t you say anything?” Alya had asked after the fact.

Marinette piled her bag’s belongings carefully on a bench while she wrung out the backpack itself. “Didn’t really want her to know that she was getting to me.” Marinette’s diary had revealed that when Marinette make accusations against Lila, the other girl usually managed to twist it back on Marinette. She didn’t really want to make the same mistake when Lila didn’t believe she was holding a grudge. “Why?” 

“Well, you used to always call her out on things. Chloé too.” 

Marinette sighed. At least people had stopped asking what she remembered. Maybe they had finally figured out that she really didn’t remember anything. 

But it seemed other people did and Marinette now was apparently different than the Marinette of old, and now Marinette was never sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“If old you thought the teacher was being unfair or unreasonable, she definitely would have said something, but she would have been totally silent than if she just didn’t have time.” 

And thank goodness Alya was willing to be straightforward about such questions. Her parents were not. They were so diplomatic about answering such questions, but they always seemed sad. 

She felt like she was disappointing them. 

“What do you mean? You’re not disappointing them!” Alya had objected.

“But I am. They want me to be  her, and when I’m not, they’re sad.”

“They’re just worried about you.” 

Marinette pressed her lips together. Yeah Marientte definitely knew that they were worried. Paranoid was more apt. They constantly texted, wanting to know where she was, to remind her to put on a helmet, and asking for check ins everytime a friggin’ akuma alert went off.

Which made it that much harder to get away to be Ladybug. 

And she loved being Ladybug. 

Her parents would probably be horrified. 

“I just wish being me as I am now was okay.��

“Of course it’s okay.”

“But it isn’t , Marinette insisted, wanting to tug at her pigtails. She didn’t know how to explain, and Alya was looking at her with glassy eyes and Marinette knew she was disappointing her, too, though Alya was better at hiding it than anyone.

“You know that she’s you, right?” Alya asked softly. 

Marinette shrugged. She might be, but it didn’t seem to matter to anyone else.

…

Literature had become more bearable now that they were starting a new novel. It was a story that no one in the class had read before. Marinette found the story riveting. 

“Really?” Adrien asked. They had been partnered for a small presentation on the use of imagery in the book’s first three chapters. “What’s your favorite part so far?” 

Goodness, he was so earnest. Even when they had been paired he had been so sweet about it when she was obviously the weaker link of the two of them.

“Sorry you were saddled with me for this project,” she had said.

“Marinette, you are the best partner to have in this whole world. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

Her cheeks had burned. Was this guy for real? She might’ve maybe understood what it was old Marinette had liked about him.

Really she probably would have fallen for him too if it wasn’t for the fact that Chat Noir was right there guarding her life and being serving as the best sounding board and confidant a girl could ask for. 

“Hey, you okay?” he asked after the most recent akuma. 

She was fine. She just didn’t want to stop being Ladybug yet. Being Ladybug made sense. Being Ladybug was simple and something she was good at. Marinette’s life was so complicated. 

“I’m okay,” she said, determined for it to be true. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Like, how did he do that?!

But fifteen minutes later they were sitting side by side on the Eiffel Tower each with their own ice cream cones as she vented to him about her mundane problems.

“I hate history. It’s the subject I know, like nothing about and my teacher— he’s trying to be patient, but he clearly doesn’t know what to do with me. He keeps assigning extra readings, but even when I have time to read them. They don’t mean anything.” 

“That must be frustrating.”

She snorted. Understatement. “Even places on a map feel no more real than the map at the beginning of the fantasy novel we’re reading in literature.”

“I don’t know about history itself, but maybe we could do something about the geography?” 

He stands up, and offers her a hand, which she of course takes. He pulls her to her feet like she’s a princess and pulls out a box of colored cheeses from his baton. 

“What’s that?” 

“These are power ups for our Kwamis.” 

“We can power up our Kwamis?” 

He offers her a piece of cheese. “Eat this one.” He takes one of the same color. 

Soon they’re transformed. They have airtight helmets and wings. He levitates just barely into the air. She doesn’t move, staring dumbly at his offered hand. 

“Come on. I’ll show you.” His voice resounds inside her helmet. It feels both like he’s far away and like he’s all around her. 

She again takes it, because she’d trust him to take her anywhere. 

He led her on a low altitude tour of Paris, pointing out landmarks that are historically significant. But he doesn’t just recount events. When he speaks of kings and dukes, he tells a story. And suddenly King Louis VI and King Louis the XIV are not only separated by time, but by personality and vision.

They’ve been flying for hours already, when he takes her higher. They’re above the clouds, starting to see the curvature of the earth when he points out Normandy, the United Kingdom, Germany, and Spain. 

And then they’re further out, beyond even air they can breathe, and the Earth shines below them, a glowing blue marble in a vastness of inky blackness. 

She can’t breathe as she takes in the sight. There’s a whole world down there. It’s so big, bigger than any of her problems, and yet it’s so small when they’re out here in space. 

His voice is still describing the places they can see. Continents and oceans, but she can’t process the words anymore. 

“M’lady?” he asks, floating to her side with yet another hand reaching out, offering her support again and again. 

“You’re amazing!” she says, and is awarded with pink blooming underneath his visor. And he was. How did old Marinette never see or notice?! 

He never takes anything seriously. 

He’s always cracking jokes. 

He flirts with everyone.

Marinette had slammed the diary closed after she read it. What the hell had old Marinette been talking about?!

She had started a new diary after that, and it definitely wasn’t Adrien she had been writing about. 

Looking at his eyes now, even with only five weeks of memories she’s absolutely certain he’s the sweetest, most genuine boy that lives on the planet he just showed her. And he didn’t just show it to her. He made her see it, he made it real in a way that no one else had. 

She reaches for his hand, lets their fingers interlock, and it feels right.

Holding his hand, she’s not worried about how she’s different or the same. It doesn’t matter what she remembers or has forgotten. With him, she feels like a whole complete person.

She loves that.

She loves him.

… 

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