The Doctor's Ship (Tenteen x Mels)

Please, @whenyourunwiththedoctor put them into my head this morning with her beautiful collage of pictures and quotes and now I need them to be a thing! So I wrote a tiny bit of a scene for them - don't ask me how this fits into canon; do ask me about the circumstances though, I would love to work on yet another Mels AU tbh

[ID: two images, the first one is of the Tenteen (14th) Doctor looking out the TARDIS door, smiling cheekily, the other one of Mels Zucker, looking upwards with a determined expression and the hint of a smile. end ID]

Mels has seen the police box stand in their garden with doors closed for so long, she has almost forgotten it is supposed to open. There is a flutter in her stomach when John turns the key and he looks over his shoulder, winking at her, like he knows exactly what is going on inside her mind. He probably does. John always seems to know.

He doesn't open the door though, stepping to the side and leaning against the TARDIS's corner – because this is the TARDIS, right? Mels is honest-to-God about to enter the TARDIS, the Doctor's spaceship, step into his realm, experience the wonder of timetravel for herself.

“Would you do the honors?” John asks, tapping the handle invitingly, before pulling back to continue staring at her.

He does that as lot, stare at her. Always has, even before they started seeing each other. Sometimes it feels like he knows her in a thousand different lives and realities, like he looks at her but he's seeing someone else who is also her, who she will grow into, perhaps. He is a timetraveller after all. Or is he?

There is a soft smile playing at his lips, the kind he reserves for her and Donna and Rose and Mel.

“Don't mind if I do, honey.”

She tries to put on a brave face – she is just opening a door after all, nevermind what that might change between John and her – but she can't quite hold back the jitters in her voice. John seems to notice, because right away he is streching out his hand towards her, fingers wiggling back and forth, eyebrows raised in question. She accepts the hand gladly, palm sliding against his calloused skin – he spends way too much time in his tinkering shed, cooking up a present or other for her (or Rose). Still, the pressure is reassuring and now she is pushing open the door, slowly.

She knows immediately. It's hard to miss a 'bigger on the inside' spaceship, but she knows at first glance on the white floor and walls that this is her. Awestruck, she steps inside, John following behind her. It's like the air is buzzing with time, but maybe those are just her nerves, flaring up at the realisation that she has actually found him. The Doctor. She had known, of course, but having the confirmation, finally – frankly, it is dizzying.

“Hello” Mels breathes and the TARDIS hums in response, a sound that goes through her body and into her mind. It feels like coming home.

John is pressing her hand again. “Are you okay?”

He's standing very close, she can feel his breath on her skin. So close. So vulnerable.

It's John, she tells herself. That's all that matters, that's all she has to know. Just John, her friend, her love, who is stupid enough to try and keep the Doctor safe from her and yet is trusting her with this knowledge now. Well, he doesn't know that she's out to get the Doctor, does he? Because he isn't him.

She turns around to him and again he is watching her, all caring eyes and adoring smile. No trace of fear. And why would there be?

“Perfectly” she lies, smiling back, and his own grin grows, showing his teeth.

“Come on!” he beams. “You've got to check out the coffee machine!”

“Your - This ship has a coffee machine?” she laughs, letting him pull her over to the console.

“The best coffee machine in the universe” he boasts, startling when he already finds a cup waiting. He picks it up, sniffing carefully, before plunging his tongue into the scalding hot contents. He winces, pulls a face and hands the cup to Mels, shaking his head, huffing and puffing.

“It's for you” he says and the words sound airy as he's trying to cool his burnt tongue. Mels bites back a grin, taking the cup. He shakes himself violently.

“Triple macchiato with a pinch of cinnamon” he coughs. “I don't understand how you gulp that stuff down.”

“You mean without a bucket of sugar to go with it?” she teases and he glares.

“Careful, love” he then warns, belatedly. “It's hot.”

“Yeah, dear” she deadpans. “I noticed.”

She blows onto the cup, looking around the console in wonder. He passes behind her, lightly touching between her shoulder blades.

“Be careful not to spill onto the console either” he mutters. “Or we could end up Rassilon-knows-where.”

She raises an eyebrow at the haunted look in his eyes. “That sounds like you've got experience.”

He huffs. “Don't remind me.”

She chuckles, taking a small gulp of the coffee. It tastes heavenly. She can definitely see John's clumsy self spilling coffee onto the console and jettisonning the Doctor far out into space. The Doctor was probably livid with him. Mels wish she could have been there to laugh at John and then hurt the Doctor for shouting at him. No one but Mels (or Donna) gets to be cross with John on her watch. Sylvia is on thin ice and only because she annoyingly tends to be right.

“So” John call out at her, putting a hand onto the engine lever. Mels doesn't know how she knows it is the engine lever but she is dead certain and it sends her stomach down to her knees to see John in a position ready to start the ship. Can he fly the TARDIS? “Where are we going?”

“The Doctor lets you fly the TARDIS?” she blurts out and he grins.

“Sometimes” he confirms. “If I'm good.”

Mels blinks. This is getting into dangerous territory. The Doctor is the only one who knows how to fly the TARDIS, isn't he? That's what they all say? So how does John-? No, she is not thinking about that.

Oblivious to her inner turmoil, John winks at her again. “Want me to show you how?”

She forces a smile, putting down the coffee cup and meeting her – very human, very much not the Doctor – friend. “I'd love that.”

“Come on then!” he gently guides her towards the lever, steady arms wrapping around her to help her along.

“John” she says softly, fingers grabbing tightly around the cold metal on the lever, not daring to start the engine yet.

“Yes, Mels?”

He is right behind her and she leans back, craving his embrace more than ever.

“You know I will have to kill you some day?” she asks and he goes still.

Then he hums in confirmation, low and contemplative, before tenderly pulling her against him with one arm, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Anything you want, sweetie” he promises like she had asked him whether they could adopt a pet and not told him of her plans to murder him. “But not before we've seen the stars!”

ALSO EXCUSE ME THOSE VISUALS STOPP THAT PIC OF HIM IS GIVIG ULTIMATE DILF HIM CALLING U HIS WIFE IM GONE AND HE DEF FORCES YOU TO SUCK HIS THUMB OFF AFTER HE WIPES HIS C*M OFF UR FACE ITS THE LAW ACTUALLY HE WROTE IT <33 AND WITH THAT FLUFFY HAIR AND THE MF BEARD ARE U ACTUALLY KIDDING (and a side-note I dont care for beards tbh idk why its just not my thing at this time in my life (given the rare exception of my dilf fetish) but he… he does things.. to me in that pic.. in which I might just make that exception) AND HIS HANDS LOOK SO CLEAN KEMPT AND SOFT ID GLADLY ACCEPT THEM ANYWHERE HE WANTED THEM 😀😀😀

-🍿

HOUSEWIFE KINK. HOUSEWIFE KINK THE ALARMS ARE SOUNDING THEY ARE BLARING SO LOUDLY

he calls u his good little wife while he fucks you from behind over the counter and the washing machine and in the shower and and

beard burn.... the beard burn

id gladly accept your friendship ^^

and im the biggest flirt ever like ulting San shows lmaooo

That makes sense! Tbh San and Jongho ults have ultimate rizz😌👏

i doubt you ever get on this website anymore. heres something's i want to tell you, as my best friend. the new waterparks music is amazing, im obsessed. i have a new job serving and i make hella money compared to what i use to make at johnnys. i dont constantly drink anymore. i actually made it two months sober and since ive been slowly incorporating alcohol back into my life. im not dependent on it like i use to be. I also got a new phone, iphone 13 pro, its super cool but i hate the face id. I met a guy, the situation is complicated. He works across the street from me as a bartender, he has long hair and sometimes we do tattoos on eachother. He's literally just my type. hes also super funny and being around him is so easy, we just click. now you may be thinking how is it complicated? he has a girlfriend and she doesn't like me but supposedly they're poly, but she doesn't seem super into it tbh. He wants me to befriend her so we can get intimate without it being a problem. I dont want to befriend her because she just sucks, and she said im not friendly, which was stupid. we've kissed a couple times. I thought id never be able to kiss someone without thinking about you or feeling like im betraying you. but with him i just melt, its so easy, he brings me so much comfort and peace. i didn't think that was ever going to be possible after knowing what its like to love you, but here i am. we also go to the gym together, imagine that, i workout at a gym now. I have a couple professional tattoos now too, but ive also gotten better at my diy ones.

as not my best friend heres the things i want to tell you. firstly i miss you. it doesn't hurt like it use to but that cut of losing you was straight to the bone and i don't think it will ever heal right. i don't know if i love you anymore. thats scary. it hurts to not know you but i don't anymore and how can i love someone i dont know. i wish you would reach out. i know i keep saying i dont want you in my life but thats a lie, i want you around so bad. i miss talking to you and holding you. i wish one day you would call and tell me you left her and you want to work on things. that you miss me too, that you didn't stop thinking about me. that im still the love of your life. i know that wont happen but a girl can dream i guess. id drop everything for you back. i want that bright happy love back. im still waiting for us to reconnect. im still holding out hope. i hope choosing her was worth it. theres a goji song and it has the lines "sometimes when i look into her eyes i see a glimpse of us" i wish thats how you felt. that you think about me and our love and i hope that your new love is nothing compared to what we had. it's selfish i know, but its how i feel. if you ever want to comeback i'll gladly accept you back. i'll forgive everything, and i hope you would too. please come back to me marcus.

Oh how about sleeping over at Andy’s for the first time? Like he goes all out for dinner, cuddles on the couch, and late night bed talks, etc. (tbh id love to see this w/ Steve and Chris too if you’re down?) -😌

tbh i feel chris vibes with this one!!

chris was sweating his balls off, you were coming over to stay at his place for the first time and he wanted to make this as special for you as he could

he asked his mom to help him cook one of your favourite meals, genuinely extremely proud of himself that he managed to pull that off, all with instructions through facetime

he had a bunch of blankets and pillows on the couch, hoping to achieve max level of comfort

and once he was sure everything was perfectly in place he walked over to dodger, “daddy’s nervous tonight bub, you gotta be a good boy though alright?” he scratched dodger’s ears, laughing softly as the dog preened

and 30 minutes later when you and chris walked through the front door you gasped as you saw how romantic he had set everything up

the dinner table had candles lit and rose petals scattered with precision all over the table, your favourite dinner on the counter as you giggled looking at chris

tears filled your eyes at how sweet he was and you kissed him deeply, him wrapping his arms around your waist

conversation flowed easily as you two ate dinner together, giggling as your heart still couldn’t get over the fact that he put in so much effort into making everything so perfect for you

chris thought he was gonna make things awkward, but there wasn’t a single moment you felt uncomfortable or weird, this was perfect

and he offered you his clothes to change into so you guys could watch something on tv, and you gladly accepted

he had his arms wrapped around your waist as your back was to his chest and your hands clutching his forearm, both of you watching the movie playing on screen

dodger jumped up to the couch, cuddling himself as your feet and chris’ heart was fluttering because it seemed like dodger really liked you too

and afterwards you two talked on the couch for a little while, completely losing track of time until you yawned and chris smiled brightly at you, asking you if you were ready for bed

you brushed your teeth side by side, him giving you toothpaste kisses just to watch the way you scrunched your nose up so adorably each time

as you two laid down in bed, he kept asking if you were comfortable and that you shouldn’t hesitate to tell him if he overstepped any boundaries

you shushed him and snuggled closer to his chest, “thank you for everything. it was the cutest thing anyone’s ever done for me, it was perfect and i loved it so much.”

chris’ neck and cheeks flushed at your words, “i hope you were comfortable, and that this was special. i’m really happy to have you here y/n.”

“i’m really happy to be here with you chris.”

he pulled you close to his chest in attempt to hide his blush and while he was watching your lashes lazily flutter against your cheeks you startled him when you spoke, “stop blushing, it’s painfully obvious.”

more heat spread to chris’ cheeks as he whined at you, hiding his face into your shoulder

he could get used to this

I hope you feel better !! If i could id have me & bruno give u some big hugs i would💛

thank you so much yellow heart anon :’’) i would gladly accept both of your hugs tbh

What's a kind of food you've never made but want to try? Do you think seals are cute? If someone you met yesterday have you a friendship bracelet, would you wear it? Which gvf boy do you want to sit on your lap the most? What's your favorite piece of art? Can I give you a virtual hug??? 💓💓💓

I really want to try to make a pie. From scratch. I love pies and think that making one must be rlly fun!!

I think seals are cute but not the cutest, y’know.

If i vibed with them i would tbh. Like there are some people you can know for a really short time and have them with you forever, and it would be really touching if someone did that for me after only knowing me for a day.

I want josh go sit on my lap So BAD you dont understand 😩 i am in love with that little funky man i wanna smooch

Rn my favorite piece of art is this mural my street art crew made on the wall of the studio

Id love to say i worked on it but i really only painted the wall white and the first blue coat 😂 they have a rlly cool project to supply the community with clean usable water and this is the wall whete the water spout is

I will gladly accept your virtual hug thank you so much 🥰🖤🖤 lulu thank you so much for this it helped 💜💜🌸🌸

Hi! I hope you had a good day 😊 I'm just here to talk about my new favorite jack hc, he has to stop and pet any dog he sees (he always asks first of course!) Like it will bother him if he doesn't, he'll have to turn around and go back to ask just bc he has too.

Also he has to make sure he sleeps with all his stuffed animals in bed with him bc he doesn't want any of them to feel left out.

His favorite superhero is spiderman.

Claire is always convincing him to do things, she'll say "oh no it's fine dads won't mind/care" or "it's totally fine I do it all the time :)" and he will believe her everytime

Even with how many crimes they commit on cases he won't do anything illegal when it's not case related "jaywalking is illegal dean"

oh my god awesome! thanks my day’s been alright but this made it 500x better. i hope your day has been good too!

oh yes he would totally pet every dog he sees!! i love that

YES jack’s bed is covered in stuffed animals (because me too) and they hate when they wake up and find one has fell off in the night and he gives it a little kiss on its head and apologizes and puts it back on their bed. they have to like curl up when they sleep because their stuffed animals take up half the bed (same)

um yes i was legit thinking about spn ch’s favorite superheroes and i will gladly accept jack loving petely because i love petely

oh no yes jack would so do that, that sounds like me and my sister because i’m like um wait are you sure is that a thing and she’s like yeah it’s cool and i’m like wow okay i can’t tell if you’re lying i’m autistic.

YES jack would so do that. i mean they legit did when dean was like you get beer and jack is like um i can’t i didn’t have an id and dean is like uh you have tons and jack is like um they are all fake dean?! big autistic mood tbh

ugh thanks i love all this and i love rambling about jack

Jacket || Jeno

Character: Lee Jeno (NCT DREAM) Genre: fluff, romance  Words: 1.4k words Summary: you accidentally take stranger Jeno’s jacket and find some weird things in his pockets but hey, he smells pretty damn good and looks pretty damn cute.  Warning: none

   “Don’t you think that guy in the corner looks cute?” You look up from your coffee cup to give your friend a raised brow. You follow the direction she’s looking at to see the male at the corner of the café, typing about on his laptop as he sits alone. He is indeed good-looking.

  He has these cute eyes, a sharp nose bridge and the most pinkish lips you’ve ever seen. He looks like the really kind and proper kind of boys that high school girls would swoon over. The male suddenly looks up from his laptop while removing his glasses with a sigh. That’s when your eyes meet and you look away, back to your friend.

  “Go talk to him if you want” You shrug your shoulders at her, reaching for another  sip of your drink. Your best friend scoffs before motioning at you with her eyes, “I already have a boyfriend. It’s you that’s single, lonely and miserable”.

  You chuckle, shaking your head, “I’m not into polished guys like that. I need me a man as weird as me so I don’t feel like a baggage”. Your friend sighs before giving you a sympathetic look, knowing where your words are coming from.

   “Is that jerky ex still bothering you?” she asks, hand reaching out to touch yours in comfort. Your ex left you with quite a lot on your mind, because he’d always try to change you. To be as proper as him. To be a good match with him. And you hated that he couldn’t love you for who you are. That’s why you keep in mind to only really get close to people who are either very accepting or as weird and full of flaws like you.

   Your phone suddenly lights up with a call from your ex. Your friend notices as well as she scoffs, “Is he still trying to get back with you?”. You sigh, a little uncomfortable but still pick up your phone as you stand up, “He’s coming over to get his stuff…I should probably go now” you say.

   “Yeah, get it all over with the earlier the better” She nods understandingly. You unconsciously take one last peek at the corner of the café to see the boy previously sitting there already gone.

  Turning to your friend, you share your goodbyes and you walk towards the doors. Just before you reach the café doors, your friend shouts from across the room, catching only your attention but also anyone else’s that’s in the café, “Don’t forget your jacket on the rack!”. With an embarrassed smile, you turn towards the rack and reach for your jacket, mouthing a quick “Right. Thanks” to your friend before exiting.

  You hurriedly put the jacket on before picking up the call all the while walking down the street. “I’ll be there in a minute. Just don’t enter my house” is all you say before hanging up on your ex, not even wanting to hear his voice.

  You take a deep breath, and that’s when the unfamiliar scent hits your senses. You lower your head down, closer to your jacket and take another inhale of the scent on your jacket. Your brows narrow in thought for a moment, “Has my fabric softener always smelled this nice?” you mumble to yourself.

  You slip your phone into your jacket’s pocket when you hear a clink against the phone screen. Your steps slow down after you reach into the pocket to fish out whatever was in the pocket that you forgot was there.

  Your eyes widen when you see the ball of pink fluff in your palm. “What the hell?” You tilt your head in confusion, not really remembering ever owning a fluffy squeaky toy.  Out of curiosity, you reach into the other pocket and widen your eyes once you pull out half a choco bar.

  That’s when you stop walking completely and wonder, is this really your jacket?

  “E-Excuse me?” You feel someone tap on your shoulder and turn around only to come face to face with the cute boy you saw in the café earlier. “Can I…..help you?” You ask, wondering why he’s panting as if he just ran just to get you.

  “I think we got our jackets swapped up” he says once he catches his breath again. It is now that you notice the jacket he’s holding up. It’s your jacket. Wait, but that means that the jacket you’re wearing is-

  “Oh crap. Is this yours then?” your two hands up move forward and you open your palms, one holding the fluff ball and the other holding the unfinished choco bar. The boy’s eyes widen upon seeing those and he immediately reaches out to take them before hiding them behind his back.

  “Y-Yeah. That’s my….um, jacket” He says, hand scratching the back of his head with a small smile. His smile absolutely mesmerizes you. his eyes turn into crescents and his lips stretch out ear to ear. You blink a few times before remembering that you’re still wearing his jacket.

  You quickly take it off before handing it to him. the boy takes it with a smile while handing yours to you. “This belongs to you then?” He says and you nod, just staring at him. It definitely is his jacket. The scent you smelt from the jacket earlier is all around him as well.

   “You smell really nice” you say out unconsciously. It is when you hear his full on laugh that you realize how weird that must have sounded, coming from a stranger. “N-No, that sounded weird, I-”

   “No, it’s okay. It makes me less embarrassed to know I’m not the only weird one” He shakes his head. Dang his smile really is charming. You notice that the glasses he previously wore were already off, allowing you to see his face more clearly now.

  “I’m y/n” You offer him a wide smile and put your hand out to shake with his. He gladly takes your hand, shaking it very lightly while introducing himself to you. “Lee Jeno. Nice meeting you” his words come out as sincere as his hand is warm around yours.

   His thumb naturally glides against the back of your hand and you’re this tempted not to let go. that’s when your phone rings and you’re snapped out of your daze. You let go of his hand and hurriedly fish out your phone only to realize you put it in Jeno’s jacket earlier.

  The male realizes it’s in his pocket and pulls it out. “Mama’s little bitch?” He reads the caller ID and chuckles, you take the phone and shrug your shoulders in dismissal, “My ex is a snob” you say, almost rolling your eyes.

  “He’s calling to bother you?” he asks, out of curiosity and a tiny bit of concern. “He wants whatever he gave me back so….I gotta go get the things for him” annoyance is evident in your tone and Jeno nods understandingly, “Exes be that annoying sometimes”.

   “Tell me about it” You give the boy a small smile, a little saddened that you’ll part ways now, but before you can even open your mouth and say goodbye, Jeno pulls out something from the inner pocket of his jacket, the pocket you haven’t checked yet.

   “Actually,.... I have an additional movie ticket. Would you like to come with me?” Jeno’s holding two movie tickets, waving it around a little while smiling his wide and adorable smile The corner of your lips curl up at Jeno’s appealing offer, “Are you telling me to ignore my ex now?”.

  Jeno leans in a little closer with a playful smile to say, “No one deserves to deal with annoying exes. Especially not someone as cute as you”. His words follow by a wink and you swear your smile was reaching your ears. You take a look at your phone screen, still lit up with the call and your thumb swipes to turn the call down. “Sounds interesting. Tell me more” you say in amusement, feeling the thrill of having declines the call of someone you always had to say yes to.

  “Great. The movie starts in a few minutes, how about we make a run for it?” He chuckles and to be honest, you feel like this is the most thrill you’re had in such a long time. And Jeno’s smile sent your feelings into a frenzy. “From swapping jackets to running from exes. Aren’t we going a little too fast?” you joke, making him laugh.

  “I don’t like slow and steady. I like mad and crazy” Jeno offers you his hand, which you gladly take. “Exactly my type” you say, not even knowing yourself whether you meant those words about life or him as an interest.    

   author’s note    it’s been suuuuuuuch a long time, I know ToT. I’ve just been through quite a lot, things after things happened and I guess I couldn’t enough time to write or upload anything until now. Hopefully, I’ll be able to finish all your requests as soon as I can. I really hope to upload much more frequently cuz I owe it to yallllll~ I am working on the requests, tbh I’ve got quite many and a lot of them I am still hesitating on because I need more time to do my own planning and whatnot. Anyways, thanks so much for waiting patiently!! ♥️ I love you ♥️

This is perhaps a silly request, but could we get some headcanons about La Squadra stalking their crush who often goes out to draw / paint their surroundings and one day their crush, not realizing they have been being stalked, politely asks if they could draw / paint them? (Like all these men dress ridiculously and that could be some interesting drawing practice right there tbh)

You’re telling me. The way they dress is like they came walking off a fashion runway. 

Also I hope I made this Yandere enough

Yandere! La Squadra who stalks artist crush and they ask to paint them hcs.

 Yandere! Formaggio 

He’s got the most cocky grin as you come right up to him one day to ask to paint/draw him. He’s actually kind of flattered especially if it’s the person he’s been keeping an eye on doing the drawing/painting.

Relaxes much as possible wondering what he’s gonna do with you, it was a perfect time to take advantage of you painting/drawing him.

Plays along with whatever angle you want him to sit at.

About half way through he’ll likely ask to see your progress, he’s impressed and asks you to keep going. It was a good thing you thought he was a nice subject. 

By the time you’re nearly finished he’ll comment he wishes he could do the same for you. All while acting like he’s getting out money to offer to pay for your art.

You’re likely struck by little feet during this time and he watches you shrink with glee.

When he picks you up, Formaggio then mentions a painting or a drawing of you wouldn’t be the same as having the real thing. Though he still insiststs to keep the art of him as well. 

Yandere! Illuso 

He’s content with you approaching him to sketch/paint a good painting or drawing.

Though he acts as if he didn’t see you coming, he’s known about your artistic capabilities for some time now.

The two of you sit near some kind of mirror or reflective surface somehow. He likely purposely suggested such a place that had either of these things. 

Your concentration pleases him somehow, not even people talking a few meters away seem to disturb you. It was such an unfortunate attribute to have around him.

He wants to see how you the painting/drawing of him, each of your strokes or sketches…but he knows he has to stay still.

Likely has you pulled in by Man in the Mirror by the time you’re finished, but he acts like everything is completely normal.

Illuso compliments your lighting and loves the style you drew him in. Honestly just like you it had captured his heart.

It makes him want you more, so why not take you now? So he can appreciate everything you have artistically to himself?

Yandere! Pesci 

He is a bumbling wreck when you walk up to him, he’s frightened that you found out he was stalking you. But no you just want to paint/draw him.

Then he gets all flattered, but he awkwardly agrees to have you draw/paint him.

That must mean you like him in some shape or form right?

He’s like a puppy and listens to every little word you tell him such as having to move around his arm or turn his body.

Gets excited just being able to sit there in front of you for an extended period of time, much so he loses track of everything around him.

Is in total awe at your painting/drawing when you show it to him

He might have to chase you down later, as Pesci might not think about getting that drawing/painting off you. So his looks can’t be identified easily if someone sees it by accident. 

He still adores your drawing/painting though. 

But it’s alright he can just use Beach Boy and snatch you up in the process!

Also most likely to ask if he stands out too much to Prosciutto after you comment on how he dresses.

  Yandere! Prosciutto 

  The blond is intrigued by you asking if you could draw/paint him so of course he accepts.

He’s been waiting a while where he could get close and drawing/painting is just the perfect opportunity.

He’ll probably inquire about how long you’ve been drawing/painting for but other than that he’ll be quiet to make sure he doesn’t mess up the pose. 

At the end he might chat with you just a little bit, he does thoroughly enjoy the piece you made. 

Genuinely gives you compliments but it slowly becomes very strange as his hands stroke through your hair.

He insists on paying you back, such as helping you carry your belongings back home.

Before long you’re aged to your horror, and quietly he guides you back. You’re pretty much stuck unable to run at that point not knowing where you’re going. 

Yandere! Melone

 He’s more thrilled than a person should be that someone will paint/draw him. Especially since it’s you in all, it makes him more excited. Was this moment meant to be?

Likely licks his lips in said response to seeing you sit in front of him.

Honestly he likely does a pose that he finds suitable to keep staring at you, while you can keep drawing/painting. He has no shame after all it’s the closest he’s been to you yet.

Asks if you believe in the astrological signs or at least if you know yours. He’ll gladly hint at his.

He tries to not go too personal, but he’s excited to see how your art turns out. So questions will probably be around what colors you use, or what types of pencil you prefer.

Any moment that you cut yourself on accident (maybe on a piece of paper or on the corner of something) Melone is on top of it, acting sincere and trying to “help” you.

He’ll glance at the unfinished artwork and smile in delight.

By the time your little session is over you might sense an overwhelming creepiness exuding off the purple haired male. 

He might ask to see all you had just out of supposed curiosity if you had materials in a bag. All so he can sneak a peak while you’re not looking at your ID in your bag. 

Somehow a quick lick of your hand later, your painting/drawing is gone but there’s a nice amount of cash left as a tip. After all he’s got everything he wanted from you.

Yandere! Ghiaccio

 Ice boy would normally say no to anyone painting or drawing him for good reason, but he bites his lips at the frustration it’s you that’s offering. He had been stalking you for a while…so it was weird just seeing you come up to him like that.

But there’s a point he begrudgingly agrees to it, since it’s obvious you didn’t know who he was.

Absolutely zero conversation as he stares off to wherever 

Though he’s constantly thinking about what you’re doing, are you doing a full body? A portrait? Can you pull off the reflection from his glasses? 

He doesn’t let anyone bother you while you’re painting/drawing, it’s a quick piss off that leaves his mouth.

Is it cold? Oops he’s gotta keep himself under control.

Of course he enjoys the hell out of your finished work.

Careful to pluck it from you and pay you immediately, he takes his exit.

It’ll be an unsuspecting day, you’re out alone that he unapologetically kidnaps you. Like your art needs to be appreciated by himself first and foremost, outside of anyone else.

Yandere! Risotto Nero

 There’s probably some kind of amusement within his mind as you stare at his black sclera and red irises. He probably loves it.

He does agree to your offer oddly enough.

It’s somewhere where you feel the lighting fits his dark outfit, that just so happened to be a place not many people walk around. Risotto already knows the place well from his stalking.

His pose is done in a way you don’t have to careen your neck to (he’s pretty tall), and his eyes are directed right at you. 

The silence, the time it takes, doesn’t bother him a single bit, he’s had to wait longer on hits so this isn’t anything new to be just sitting around. 

Of course he’ll be impressed with what you’ve done, he’s seen your other works himself. 

Perhaps acts like you can keep your painting/drawing before giving you some money for your time. 

Honestly you won’t even make it out of the place you decided to draw/paint him, it was a wonderful ploy that works out in Risotto’s favor. 

You don’t know it but he injures you with Metallica and comes to assist you. He’s the only one around.

Will thank you for the opportunity of him being drawn/painted all while doing this.

If your blood accidentally gets on his painting/drawing, he tells you it’s just an extra touch. Honestly it probably makes it even better for him.

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❅ Christmas with You ☃ *:･ﾟ| J O S H U A

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» to @seventeensvtseventeen, prachi my babe, i never told you this but i love it every time you call me ‘babe’, because one, it’s very romantic, and two, it’s funny because im older than you HAHA. tbh i feel like you sensed it as well that i was gonna use your ideal christmas day as a scenario. im sorry that i have to lie to you that it was for a project HAHAHA, it was really a surprise so i have to keep it. i hope you forgive me and i promise not to lie again. i wanted to tell you that you are beyond wonderful, and i wanted to inform you that i’d always be right here if you are in need of help and love :’’) i am your unnie anyways so let me take care of you my babe HAHA. im rooting with you all the way, and im sure you’d do well in the future! i love you prachi and merry christmas !

The squeaky sound of the snow beneath your boots, as you and him stepped in rhythm, was pleasantly music to your ears. Even only with your hands inside the pockets of your long black windbreaker, the warmth was enough, because his presence beside you was all you needed in this cold season.

Your heart was growing every step you take, and his heart felt the same too. The absence of the conversation between the two of you isn’t exactly bothering, as long you hear each other’s breaths and footsteps, you’re both satisfied.

Your right hand was suddenly taken away in a swift move, and the warmness of the clothing was immediately replaced by his own body heat.

“This is nice, huh?” He asked, a hint of smile was obvious from his tone.

“Yeah,” You simply replied, interlacing your fingers with him. Your cheek softly bumped on his clothed arm as he pulled you a little closer to him.

The road was empty from people, but filled with snow. The weather was indeed gracious, it wasn’t raining snowflakes. Both of you were strolling on the main road that leads to nowhere, which made you wonder where he would bring you.

“Josh, where exactly we are heading to?” He automatically turned to you as you spoke.

Joshua shrugged, gripping your hands tighter. “I don’t know.” He stiffled a chuckle, the corner of his eyes forming a small wrinkle.

You couldn’t help but look at him in disbelief, playfully hitting his arm. “Do you seriously have no plan?” You gasped.

He looked at you preciously as if you are the most delicate being he had ever laid his eyes on. “I don’t know. Will you still be with me wherever this road lead us to?” His eyes twinkling with hope as he asked.

You yourself witnessed the way his aperture shone, making your heart grow with excitement. “I’d go everywhere as long as you’re beside me.” You replied, giving him a contenting smile.

He was pleased, feeling the butterflies in his stomach go crazy as you beamed. He was speechless, making a nonverbal response and planting his soft yet cold lips on your hair near the temple.

A giggle escaped your lips as you felt him kiss you, looking back down to your synchronized steps. “Where do you think the boys are celebrating right now?” You asked, watching the way your feet bury on the pile of snow.

“Probably went home to their families and just have a chill time with them.” He answered, looking at the view ahead.

It hit you how he was the only one who’s family was miles away. Though you didn’t want to feel bad for him, you still thought how it was such a pity to have him celebrate Christmas with you than with his own family.

It was as if Joshua had read your mind when he warned you, “Don’t say you’re sorry.” You bit your bottom lip, feeling totally guilty. “I’m fine to celebrate Christmas with you. Actually, I am beyond fine. You have no idea how everything is so much better when you’re around.” He smiled brightly.

“Gosh, you’re so cheesy.” You grunted playfully, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

Joshua felt a buzz in his pocket, loosening his grasp from your hand as he fished for his phone. When he had checked the caller id, he gave you a quick glance before excusing himself to answer the call.

From a small distance, Joshua’s faint greeting was all you could hear, the rest of the the conversation was unheard. You stepped back, almost falling backwards as your heel landed on a firm snowball. You gained your balance, looking at Joshua who’s back was rather facing yours. Then a thought came up your mind.

You crouched, grabbing a handful pile of snow, molding it firmly into a ball, before hiding your little weapon behind as Joshua finished his conversation with the unknown caller. You stayed still on your position, while Joshua turned back to you.

“Sorry for that. Seungcheol asked if–”

Joshua’s words were cut off when you subconsciously hurled the snowball on him, hitting him bulls eye on his face. Your laugh rang the road while your boyfriend left standing and speechless from your sudden attack. Before he could say a word, you took the opportunity to grab yourself another handful of snow as he wiped some flakes off his beautiful face.

“Yah, you’re not even intrigued who was–”

You aimed another shot on him, hitting his arm this time as he gained reflexes and immediately blocked his face. “So this is how we’re playing.” He trailed off.

“Oh no,” You muttered under your breath. You attempted to run from his attack, almost tripping, but Joshua caught you with his larger snowball. A shriek let out your mouth as the cold ball hit the side of your neck.

The throwing of snowballs to each other’s faces continued. The two of you created your own catapults of different sizes of snowball, consciously throwing them with cackles and love. Inside your minds, both of you made sure to remember your limitations, and to not hurt each other, but you knew you were damned when you had thrown your own ball and didn’t quickly receive anything from him.

Your laughter died down awkwardly as Joshua became stiff on his position. He hands were near his left eye, touching his lids carefully. When you heard him hiss in pain, you automatically quicken your pace towards him. “Josh? Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt? I didn’t mean to–”

In a split second, Joshua tackled you, making you fall beneath the snowfloor and the coldness immediately ran over your body. Joshua, who was on the top of you, was smiling devilishly. You know that look of him, and it was somehow worse than a typical snowball fight with him, because Joshua knew every single weak part of your body, every single ticklish corner. But your eyes widen when Joshua rather leaned down slowly at you. His eyes, filled with excitement, flickered down at your lips before the inches between the two of you continue to slowly decrease, but Joshua stopped from closing the gap when you spoke.

“Josh, it’s raining snow.” You whispered, looking at the side to see the falling snow.

He felt the hotness of your breath because of your too much closeness. Joshua gulped, his eyes closing in frustration. He sighed, while you chuckled softly, running your hand through his hair to remove some leftover snow.

“We should start walking again.” You said, almost whispering. “We don’t have an umbrella with us.”

“Yeah,” Joshua breathed out, standing up. He offered a hand to you like a real gentleman, while you gladly accepted it.

He gently shook off some of the snow from your hair and your back, before smiling down at you. “Let’s go.” He said, holding your hand again.

You two started walking again when a question popped inside your mind. “Who called you again?”

“Coups.” He replied simply before telling you the reason why he called.

A huge grin was evident on Joshua’s lips as you absentmindedly stepped inside a very warm, homey café. There was no customer except for the two of you. Your arrival alarmed the old lady behind the counter, whipping around to see her first customers in Christmas day. A little sparkle of gratitude shone in her eyes as you offered her a warm and welcome smile.

“Oh, what a lovely Christmas. I thought I won’t be having any customer today.“ She softly cooed as you and Joshua slowly approuched the fair lady. “Joshua! Sweetheart, I didn’t notice that you were with this beautiful woman.” She exclaimed to the guy behind you.

You turned to face him and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

He chuckled at your facial expression, pushing your shoulder a little to face the old lady again. “Ada,” He giggled. “Of course, I promised to come back here, right? And I suddenly craved for your chocolate chip cookies.” Joshua replied, placing a hand at the small of your back. “By the way, this is Y/N.” He gestured his other free hand to you. “Y/N, this is Ada. She owns this lovely place.”

“Oh shush, Joshua. You don’t have to be humble.” Ada reached for Joshua, playfully hitting him, before switching her attention to you. “Y/N, what a beautiful name.”

“Please don’t say for a beautiful lady.” You nervously giggled, making her return the action.

“I was just going to say that!” She beamed. “But please believe me, sweetheart. You are indeed pleasant and gorgeous.”

A smile appeared on your lips. “Thank you, Ada.” You replied, bowing a little.

“No problem, dear.” She said sweetly. “Now Joshua, what can I serve for you and your lover?”

“Babe, what do you want?” Joshua asked.

Your breath hitched from Joshua’s sudden endearment. He surely calls you with the same name, but you find it a little embarrassing and surprising to have him call you ‘babe’ in front of his own acquaintance. “Uhm,” Your eyes scanned the board above and found yourself admiring the beautiful hand written menu.

Joshua was eyeing and waiting for you response when he saw the astonishment in your eyes as you mesmerize the old lady’s talent. He thought how beautiful you look from your side profile, and the way you adore and see things with your own eyes. And with all of the bad and good things you possess, he found himself falling in love with you deeper every single day.

“Ada, if you don’t mind me asking, did you personally write that?” You inquired, pointing a finger to her board.

She smiled at you before replying, “I do all the design here. I own and manage this place, Y/N.”

Your mouth opened in shock, looking around the whole café to see how it looks like. Since it’s Christmas season, Ada had few Christmas lights pinned on the ceiling that flows along the walls, some big socks hanging on the corner of the room, and snowflake origamis plastered in line on the edge of the counter. Everything was simple yet shows a homey and Christmasy vibes.

“You’re amazing.” You gasped, looking at her. Joshua smiled to himself as you admired Ada. “And actually, I’d like to have just a simple hot chocolate and your famous chocolate chip cookies Joshua was blabbing about.”

The old lady nodded her head with a bright smile.

“I’d have the same too, Ada.” Joshua spoke from the side.

“I’ll go prepare them for you two. Make yourself comfortable while I do the magic.” She said before turning away to make your orders.

“Let’s seat there.” Joshua had picked the table beside the window. He ushered you to the seat before pulling your chair and settling himself down on his own. “This is where I actually sit when I go here.”

“You actually go here? Today is like the first time you brought me here. I had no idea you visit cafés on your own.”

“I haven’t met you when I first found Ada’s café. Somehow, this place had become my getaway. When we get a little stressed from practices, I go here alone and relax myself.” He explained, watching the snowflakes fall outside.

You yourself too was just listening to his sweet voice as you watch the same view he was looking at. You hummed in response before silence fell between the two of you.

This place might be really special for him, you thought. You wondered how many times he found himself running to this place breaking into tears, how many cups of whatever caffiene he had sipped, how many cookies he had munched, how many times he felt himself alone, lonely, and had no one with him as he faced his struggles and hardships. And with all these realizations, you wished that you had met him earlier so he could have at least someone to face everything with.

It was the second time today, that it seemed like his mind was connected with yours when he spoke. “I have you now though. I seldom ran into here nowadays.”

“Do you just go here alone? Or do you bring someone?” You asked out of curiousity. There was a part of you hoping that he doesn’t go with anyone, as you felt the little jealousy on your throat.

Joshua caught your odd expression, making him laugh. “Why?” He grinned teasingly, reaching for the sleeve of your jacket and started fiddling the material.

“Just.. curious.” You mumbled, looking away.

“To fill in your curiousness and to remove that jealousy of yours, I never brought someone with me.”

You felt the your chained self loosened from his statement. “Why?”

“Because he promised to keep this place for himself until he met the person that will give him the assurance of lifetime happiness.” Ada, who showed up with the tray of our delicacies on her hand, answered for Josh. She carefully placed the ceramic plate and two mugs of hot chocolate on the table. Her warm and surpisingly soft palm was placed on top of yours as she gave you a reassuring smile. Her eyes screaming your name, telling you that you are the person who gave Joshua the assurance. “Enjoy the drink, darling.” She said one last time before leaving your table.

You looked at Joshua who was already smiling at you. “Is it– is it true?” You stuttered still in disbelief from what Ada had revealed.

“Yeah,” He replied, blowing off the steam from his face. “Babe,” He called right after he had sipped.

“Hm?” You raised your eyebrows.

“I can’t tell you how much you meant to me. But I guess you can tell it now by the way I brought the only special person for me to a very special place.” He said, rubbing his thumb on your hand. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your eyes blinked weakly from his statement, making you soft and loved. “Merry Christmas, Joshua. I love you too, and I always will.” You smiled your heart out, before grabbing yourself your own cup of hot chocolate.

© to the owner of the photos. I do not own any of the photos used.

do i have to care about bi women/wmn aligned people in relationships with men? like as a lesbian? ive seen it said it is biphobic not to so if it is would you happen to know where i can learn more?? i love bi women but i just cant focus on man/woman relationships or praise them but im not educated enough, so id like to unlearn it if it actively hurts bi people tbh

i think that personally as someone who is bi/pan its good to not like. misconstruct the perspective of our relationships to be seen as half straight and half gay. because im dating a nb girl, and i love her a lot, but i would date a boy or male aligned folks just the same. i personally dont really care whether or not gay men or lesbians dont care about m/f relationships but i would appreciate it would stop being broken down and seen as not fulfilling (of half as fulfilling) enough because we are bi/pan. like i dont give a shit about straight culture or straight people or m/f couples even, but do not erase the person’s identity whom of which the majority of us has struggle to accept. and obviously basic manners like dont listen to a bi/pan person gushing about their partner and then be like “ew m/f relationships are gross” bc like... thats performative and only shows that you only care for our “half gay” side. though youre allowed to not care for m/f couples in general. does that make sense lol ????

its also worth mentioning that bi/pan peoples’ sexualities based on their current partner is biphobic. guessing anyone’s sexuality based on their current partner is gross lol. and also because im “straight passing” it doesnt extinguish the fact im still bi/pan. and i love my gf! im a boy and i love my gf and she’s so awesome and amazing and perfect! but i also love boys! im a complete person, and im okay with that. 

any other bi/pan Onions yall wanna share?? i know my english is not Perfect, so if i mess up somewhere or need further explanation i will gladly do so!

@birbycakes replied to your post: id like to thank not only god but also jesus for...

Reve is your dream demon friend! He will play you a lullaby~

Darcy tbh you are too good and too pure for this world i will gladly accept Reve’s lullaby 

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id gladly accept hugs from a blood elf tbh

Remembering Restless Nights

I can still remember the countless nights where inwould lie awake umable to sleep so in love with you and your presence. I held you and wanted to protect you from everything. I let you get closer to me than i thought was possible... you knew me better than myself. I fell in love with you; a head over heels plummet into this pool of un ending love and desire and passion. The kind of love you only dream about and see in movies, the kind of love people spend their entire lifetime searching for, and i had it... with you id like to believe i florished, amd id like to believe that with me you florished as well. The amount of times id run after you fighting for you, desperate to never lose sight of you never lose you... I guess it got to me that thats what u wanted... to not be with me, that maybe you didnt love me, or i wasn't good enough or i couldnt make you happy. Thats why i had so much troubke speaking, because i was so desperately in love with youni was afraid to ask those questions. I was so desperately afraid to lose you. Im still crying; like not as much as i used to, but only because ive gotten better at hiding it, better ar distracting myself. Maybe part of what im trying to say is whenever i try to confront my fears and questions and feelings so i can move on i shatter and fall apart. Its been over 7 months. You're going to europe in a few and you've said u never want to see me again. Youve got me blocked in eveey way except on the phone but how am i supposed to tell the love of my life who doesn't want to see me again how i feel, or how much i miss her or anything. Im better than i was, im not trying to kill myself anymore, but i know i have the capacity too now and it hangs over me like a dark cloud. The weight of knowing what you are capable of is crushing. ....like the only chance i have is a hope youve told me to get rid of but its the only thing thats keeping me going. You remember how i was after we broke up when u came over to get your stuff, how torn up i was physically and emotionally and mentally. I ripped my heart out and you said u didn't recognize me. Well ofc you didn't i had literally out you first ofpver me and i ruined my life for you, and i could deal with the pain so i cut, amything to distract myself from the crushing emptyness within me. You seemed to ready to move on, almost eager. Like i was nothing but a deadweight. Funny tho the _only_ thing thats kept me from cutting sfter you round me after i tried to kill myself because of how seeing how much you where hurting from what i was doing to myself. All i was thinking was i wass a disappointment to my family, a faliure st work and in love and i had done nithing but hurt those i cared the most for namely you. And i wasn't as strong as i thought i was, i couldnt handle not being with you, i couldn't handle being hapoy for you and being happy thst i did the right thing for you. So it was a win-win-win... i stop hurting my family, i stop hurting you and you could move on for good, amd the psin would finally stop, the agony and suffering would go away and there would be nothing. For so long i had been scared of dying, scared of the unknown and of heaven and not existing anymore, scared of eveything that has scared humanity abput death since the beginning of time but all that went away. I accepted it and i dove head first down the rabbit hole, believing that i could finally find peace and end everyones suffering, yours and mine. Seeing you react to post attempt me was shocking. Tbh it made me think you might still love me, that maybe in the future fate will smile on us again. So now i wrestle with two immense trains of thought: Do i believe in the slimmest of all hopes and by slim i mean delusional nonexistence. Or do i believe that i have no chance to ever win back her hearr no matter how hard i try and that life is just going to be a cruel struggle to act like everythings okay and distract myself from the crushing truth of my heart. I can't write anymore tonight. Its getting too much. And this wont get me any sympathizers or anyone to help me try and sort out my head anyway. I guess i want you to find this one day. Last will amd testament or maybe a friend tells you about it if im nesr life or death on a hospital bed after giving up for the last time or some nasty accident. Or maybe all the manner of things. I love you with my everything. You are still my everything, even tho i am your nothing. I would gladly cease to exist if i knew it would end all of our pain and ipthst it would make u happy. You cant move on from soul mates. So maybe i wasn't yours. But you are mine