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Where I Can't Follow
DRAW (AND DRABBLE) THIS IN YOUR STYLE!!!(Original post here)
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This one's for you Giulia @giuliadrawsstuff. Huge congrats on your 1000 drawings and 700 Twitter followers! 🎉 Hope you enjoy it and that it captures the spirit of your art. (Notes at end).
Where I Can't Follow
Characters: Levi x Hange
Word Count: 1526 words
Along the gravel road skeletal trees strained their black, twisted arms heavenwards. The canopy of interwoven limbs threw most of the pathway into shadow, allowing only a slither of grey sky to peep through. An ethereal mist had wound its way around their gnarled trunks, bleeding the scene of what little colour it had. One bird called faintly to another, without answer. A weak breeze sighed amongst the uppermost branches. They reached out, towering and imperious, for nothing could stir them. Only the quiet murmur of the river broke the silence accompanied by the muffle of dead leaves underfoot.
Levi Ackerman walked, head bowed, hands hanging by his sides. His bare arms were almost blue in the pale dawn light. He had forgotten his coat. Levi hardly recognised the cold anymore.
He knew the way by instinct. Levi paid no attention to his feet as they took him past the dark stretch of water, curls of vapour drifting from its surface. To his right stood a bench of varnished wood and curved, black iron feet. It had not always stood there. Before, there had been a wooden bench until that summer when-
Levi came to a sudden stop; his lungs filled with frozen air.
-when Hange had kicked its legs to splinters in a blind fury. She had only calmed down when, turning around sharply, she had caught him watching her.
Levi continued without looking back. He passed the tree which the pair of them had climbed on a dare. He crossed the narrow bridge which crawled over the river. These were the murky depths which Hange had waded through, her pant legs rolled up to her calves. She had pressed her toes into silt and sharp stones just to pick up a slug which had been caught in the current. Levi had stood well back as the cursed mollusc had oozed foam into her glistening palm.
He turned away again and crossed the gentle slope towards the grassy mound. Once he, Hange, a whole group of them, had sat together passing around a flask of tea, coils of steam kissing the night air. Its taste, like the memory itself, had dimmed with the passing of time. Levi looked up at the bruised sky; its pallor was mottled with patches of purple. Dark, contorted treetops wound starkly against the dawn horizon. He and Hange had once huddled within that clump of trees, desperate for warmth. As cold as it had been, the pair of them had vowed to stay within the shelter of those strange woods all night rather than go home.
Levi wiped his face with his hand. “Shit… I can’t do this.”
His arm dropped to his side. Through the blackened branches and tendrils of mist someone was walking towards him. Her dark hair was pulled into a dishevelled top knot. Feebly, again, the wind’s breath rippled the sleeves of her purple hoodie. She paid the cold air no mind, but simply pushed her glasses a little higher upon her nose.
Horrified, Levi screwed his eyes shut and shook his head. It wasn’t possible. He stared into the gloom wildly expecting to see that, like the night itself, Hange had faded away. But there she was; real and solid and still approaching him.
“Is this… is this some sort of sick joke?” he stammered faintly.
“No joke.” She had come to a rest in front of him. Her large, dark eyes were framed by square glasses, just as she had always worn. He’d pictured these features countless times; her tanned skin and curved nose; her long face and square jaw. This was the face Levi had glimpsed in photographs; the face he’d willed to return in a form more tangible than mere memory.
“H-how the fuck are you here? Now…?”
Hange reached out and brushed her fist against the green material of his shirt.
“Wow, Levi! You should really bring a jacket when you go out in cold weather.” Hange held out her arms as though to demonstrate. “Even I brought a jumper with me, and I can’t feel anything at all anymore.”
“But…” Levi’s voice was hoarse. “How… are you speaking to me right now? How are you… here?”
“You did it.” Her tone was almost accusatory as regarded him, brow slightly furrowed. “I couldn’t come back before but you were able to bring me to this place.”
Levi gaped wordlessly.
“Your stories made me feel alive again.” Hange bowed her head so that a tuft of dark fringe fell into her eyes. “They’re what brought me back.”
“Must be losing my fucking mind…”
“Luckily that’s not the case!” Hange clapped a hand down upon Levi’s shoulder. “You, of-sound-mind, chose to come here remember? To the place we knew and loved. There are memories wherever you look.” She clutched him more tightly, and attempted to steer him to the left. Levi, who could not feel the weight of her hand, humoured her by taking a step as she moved.
“Tell me another story, Levi. What do you remember when you look over there?”
Levi followed the direction of her outstretched arm. He exhaled loudly through his nose.
“That’s where you found that stupid rock-”
“-it was a fragment of smoke quartz actually. I didn’t have any at the time.”
“Of course, who wouldn’t need a piece of gravel?” Levi retorted back at her.
“Quartz.”
“Whatever. You studied that thing like you’d never seen a hunk of stone before. I couldn’t even get you to look my way.”
“Really, Levi? You were jealous of a rock?”
Levi’s face broke into the first true smile he’d managed in months. Then as he glanced at Hange, standing close behind him, a curious thing happened. The pale contours of her features suddenly seemed sharper. There was colour freshly painted in her cheeks. Each of her features were defined; the contrast of her brightness was that bit more striking against the night’s canvas. And that voice; those words were so true to their owner. Levi could hear them upon the wind without having to chase down through tunnels of memory that which he had assumed had been lost forever.
“I told you.” Hange’s satisfied smile faltered. “Levi! What’s wrong?”
“It’s been so exhausting without you…” Levi stopped, clenched knuckles pressed to his mouth. He fought to compose himself, but when he spoke again his voice tore with grief. “Hange… please don’t leave me again. You can haunt me here or any damn place you like… just don’t go where I can’t follow you.”
Lovingly she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tight enough so he could almost feel her. Levi blinked, his eyes awash with tears. His head sank back against her collarbone.
“I told you… I can stay here as long as you keep telling stories about me.”
“...can’t.”
“Levi, please… for me.”
Levi heaved a shuddering breath. Forcing his voice to remain level, he spoke.
“Remember… that time at the airport? I thought for certain I’d miss you before your flight departed... but somehow I just made it in time.”
Hange’s head was leaning against his own. They stood, Levi’s back against Hange’s chest, gazing into the huddle of trees in the distance.
“Yeah, it’s embarrassing to think about now,” Levi continued huskily, “I didn’t mean to just blurt it out. It was a lot, springing something that heavy on you. Shouldn’t have done it where everyone could hear us, but… I’m glad I told you, all the same. At least it meant that you stayed.”
Hange inclined her head so that her voice was in his ear.
“Levi… you know that story isn’t true. I got on that plane.”
He closed his eyes, the muscles in his jaw clenched.
“I want to tell it that way,” he decided fiercely. “Because I should have been there. I should have told you not to go. Then maybe you wouldn’t be-”
There was a muffled sound, like a whisper of cloth, and Hange was standing in front of him. She took his face in her hands. There was something so certain, so loving in her expression that Levi’s frantic breaths began to slow. He gazed back at her as she wiped the moisture from his cheek with fingertips that he longed to feel. Levi willed it so, clinging to her forearm as though to ground her to him.
Hange’s thumb lightly traced his lip with a touch unearthly and imperceptible. “It doesn’t matter now. Doesn’t matter…”
Levi uttered another gasping sob.
“You can tell real stories… or make up stories about what should have been. The only thing that matters is your love, Levi. Your love will keep me alive for as long as you let yourself feel it.”
Levi blinked again. The trees, the park, her shadow were all a blur.
“Don’t bury your love away. Don’t lock it in a dark place. Don’t bind it in heavy chains that weigh you down. Don’t regret what has come to pass and what hasn’t. Remember me fondly and the memories we shared. Tell our stories, Levi. Air them, give them light. That way I’ll never truly leave you.”
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what am i missing | 3racha
act three: “Let’s get you naked.”
↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, more warning to come.
Changbin hasn’t always been as confident as he is now. He spent his teen years struggling with being shy. When he got to college he really became more confident.
From the moment Changbin lost his virginity he learned his favorite thing about having sex was pleasing his partner. As soon as he discovered you didn’t know what it’s like to be with someone whose only goal was to bring you pleasure, he knew he wanted to be that person for you.
Since he met you, you were always close but he always felt a need to protect you and wanted to make sure you were happy.
Kissing Changbin felt completely different then any boy you had kissed before. One hand held your face while resting his other hand on your soft side. He slowly walked you backwards until your back hit the door with a thud.
“I’m going to worship you,” he groans with his lips against yours.
Pulling away from your lips he gives you a lust filled look. “Can we go to my room?” You say finally speaking. The thought of having sex in the middle of your living made you feel self conscious for some reason.
Without a word he leads you to your bedroom. He shuts the door and smiles. “Let’s get you naked.”
It took very little effort for him to have you completely naked.
Laying on your back with your legs spread. He pressed wet kisses across your thigh. The moment his lips touched your clit you couldn’t help but moan. Your fingers tangle in his soft curls while his mouth pushes you closer and closer to the edge. With every guy you've ever been with, none of them ever seemed eager to eat you out, while Changbin wanted to and was enthusiastic about it.
Your first orgasm you have with Changbin has you arching your back off bed while your fingers tug on his hair. Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own as you moan his name loudly. Thank god you live alone and nobody can hear the noise coming out of you. Your grip loosens on his hair and you throw your hair back gasping for air.
Pushing himself up, Changbin is wearing a satisfied grin before licking his lips. “That was fucking hot.”
“I’ve never come that hard,” you pant, still trying to catch your breath.
“We haven’t even gotten to the best part. Do you have any condoms?” He asks, pushing down his boxers.
“Top draw of my nightstand.”
Hoping off your bed he opens the drawer and pulls out two things. Your cheeks instantly flush at the sight of him holding up your pink vibrator.
“One time we’ll have to play with this together,” he smirks before setting it on top of your nightstand.
Tearing the foil packet open he slowly slides it down his length. Changbin is thick so you know it’s what’s about to happen and is gonna feel good. Getting onto the bed he sits on his knees between your spread legs.
He slides this thick length between your folds. His head brushes your sensitive clit earning a gasp. He reaches down maneuvering your leg so it rests on his shoulder.
“Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” He asked, tapping his dick against your already wet pussy.
“Please.”
The moment he slowly pushed into you a soft moan passed your lips. One of his hands gripped your thigh while the other rubbed your hip. His eyes were locked on yours while a smile played across his lips. “Are you going to be a good girl and take all of me?”
His words lit a fire inside you. You couldn’t even think of words to form you just mindlessly nodded your head.
Once you were filled completely he stills gave you a moment. You look at him and can’t help but notice how incredibly good looking he is. “God you’re hot,” you groan.
He laughs lightly. “You’re beautiful,” he says before kissing your knee.
“Can you move?”
His thrust are slow but firm at first. He’s making sure he’s hitting a deep spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Having sex is different than anything you have experienced before. Your stomach feels like a coil is tightening with each and every thrust. He still sitting on his knees between your legs. His hand kneads your thigh and the other hand rest on top to your core. His thumb is dragging slow circles across your sensitive clit.
“I’m close,” you whimper.
“Are you going to come again?”
“Please.” Your body craves the feeling of falling apart again. You want the sweet release that Changbin is going to give you. The coil snaps and your walls flutter around his thick length. Having sex with Changbin is like nothing you have ever experienced before.
As you ride out your high he finds his own release. He stays in you for a long moment gently rubbing your thigh as his chest rises and falls.
He pulls out you removing the condom and tossing it in the bin. He lays down next to you and gently presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. Without even thinking you curl up next to him resting your head on his chest.
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stray kids reaction with a shy and quiet s/o
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warnings: petnames, besides that overall fluff, a bit possessive and suggestive if you squint, but not really
found this in my drafts so i decided to complete this cute little drabble :) I’m sorry that there’s not a lot of content coming rn, but i’m still preparing for two remaining finals so i just don’t have the mental capacity and time,,hope you guys understand :/
besides that, enjoy the drabble and feel free to check out other things from my blog :D
bang chan:
oh well he would be so flustered when you get flustered and the two of you would just be a flushing mess most of the time
he really tries everything to not make you uncomfortable, also ordering for you at places and he would be more than patient with you, not wanting to overwhelm you in any way, also being a 100% protective of you
but at the same time he’d try to make things with you that make you come of your shell a bit, things that you usually wouldn’t do, but still not overstepping any boundaries, always letting you know that he‘s here for you
and like i said, he kinda likes it when you get all shy and blushy, sometimes making you blush on purpose and teasing you endlessly for it <3
lee minho
even tho he’d seem quite confident at first, i honestly think that he could be a little set back by the fact that you barely showed affection, but when he figures out that you’re just shy he takes it to his full advance
he does not miss a chance to flutter you when he can by giving you intense glares, or locking you between the wall and him in traditional k-drama style just to see your reaction, but never going overboard because hurting you or making you uncomfortable would actually break his heart
still, he loves it so much when you start to blush and ramble all kind of things when you’re stunned, breaking out into his signature bunny-like smile once he can‘t hold back anymore
and like chan, he would be super patient with you, giving you the space you need until your comfortable around him, not minding at all
seo changbin:
i can see him throwing around endless jokes just to see you getting all shy
he’ll also flex his muscles right in front of you just to see your signature blush
but besides that, even tho he doesn’t really want to admit this, the fact that you’re shy makes him kinda shy too so it might be a bit awkward at first
but the more you open up to each other, the more comfortable you get around each other and the more confident the two of you get
will definitely gently hold your hand anytime ( if you’re okay with it) and loves the time he spends with you nevertheless
hwang hyunjin
he probably wouldn’t quite know how to handle it at first, leading to a lot of awkward laughs
but over time, he’ll grow used to it and takes his time to get to know you as good as he can, letting you get comfortable around him, inviting you to various activities with him like drawing, galleries, random walks, etc…
that is when he’ll start to give you lots of heartfelt compliments, showing how much he appreciates you and helping you to get more confident in your own skin
overall he’ll be so gentle and loving at all times, aware to not hurt your feelings, but still trying to help you grow in the best way possible
han jisung
at first so.many.awkward.silences.
han is still an introvert at heart, so at first he’d don’t know what to do, a lot of doubts about himself rising up, buy when he realizes that it is just how you are, he’ll step up and warm up rather quickly
he’ll start talking non-stop over things he likes, asking you lots of questions while he’s at it to include you too
tries to make you laugh all the time, secretly loves how cute you look when you’re shy and get that little blush on your cheeks
but be ready to fight over who has to order or call people because that is something you’d both despise
lee felix
he’d be so gentle with you. seriously. he would act like you’re about to break any second
he’d immediately notice when you’re uncomfortable, not shying away from speaking up for you when you are and is just constantly making sure you’re okay
“everything alright, love?” // “anything on your mind, you look like something is off?” // “should i speak to them for you?”
in conclusion he will not let anyone make you uncomfortable, including himself, so he always watches your reactions and makes sure to never overstep your boundaries ever <3
kim seungmin
he can be such a menace,, exactly knowing how to push your buttons and thoroughly enjoying when you get all shy and will never stop teasing you
he also loves to take your shyness to his advantage, knowing you love to bury your flushed face in his neck and cuddle into him in embarrassment, so he basically can get affection without actually having to ask for it ;)
but like the others,, he’ll never hurt you, he knows when to stop and won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with
being at public places will also contain a lot of teasing, especially when it comes to ordering something, but in the end he’ll order for you and get you everything you want because he’s a sucker for you
yang jeongin
probably starts to giggle every time you visibly get shy over something, causing him to blush a bit himself
with him there always be a very fine line between him teasing and pushing you a bit out of your comfort zone and him getting shy too,,,but that actually makes it more easy for you to get comfortable, seeing that he can get all blushy and all over the place too
the relationship would therefore be pretty balanced, the two of you respecting each other’s boundaries but also growing together too, maybe even setting small challenges to achieve from time to time to get a bit more confident
but in the end, dates would mostly end up in quiet places or just at home, where the two of you are all in private and comfortable without a soul (be aware of incidents with the other boys tho) interrupting you
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐧𝐫𝐤 ˖ ࣪⭑
synopsis ; like the moon needs the stars, riki's whole life would crumble without you. his inspiration, greatest motivation, and his muse.
pairing ; artist!nishimura riki x muse!reader
genre ; fluff, established rs, realllly really short drabble of thoughts
this love's possessing me, but i don't mind at all
There are a million ways to say, 'I love you.'
Aren't there?
One chasing after their certain eye-candy may purchase a whole bouquet of that person's favourite flowers. Another would pour their heart and soul onto a piece of paper, a subtle love confession decorated with stickers and fanciful designs. Another might try their hardest to impress them with whatever their forte is.
Riki, however, takes all these and mashes them into one gorgeous painting on an easel.
He emerges from his 'workplace', one of the study rooms in your shared apartment. A blank canvas, about the size of his hand, accompanies him out. Not to mention the various brushes, the bristles sticking out all over the place revealing how loved they are. The paints, watercolour in a small box, acrylic aligned in their designated tubes, and oils of any colour possible.
Lips puckered in a pouting motion, he scans you as if wondering what light he wants to paint you in today. Where he wants to set up his painting station for the next few hours.
The reasons for his choice of background go from the smallest of things to the most obvious. It could simply be the style of your choice of clothes, but once it had been because of the way you reacted when he woke you up in the morning.
He used a fiery red base colour for that artwork. Perfectly encapsulating the constant frown you wore the rest of the day. His words, not yours. They could only ever be his words.
When he finally dismissed you from 'work', he paid you for your efforts with a kiss.
Your sour expression morphed instantly. In the blink of an eye, it was almost as if you had never woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
it's taking over me, don't wanna fight the fall
Today he quietly brings you to the edge of a field, just as sundown occurs. He looks up at the sky, cotton candy clouds bleeding into a warm hue of orange. Nothing leaves his mouth. An absolute silence has overcome him.
And knowing that there's no need for you to break it, there's no need to coax him out of this state for the better, comforts you deep down to the core.
It's like you know exactly how to go about routine, as you settle yourself in the wispy, tall grass and wait for him to set up his materials. However, after propping up his easel, he doesn't unpack his paints and brushes like he usually does. He doesn't unroll his scuffed-with-paint marks apron.
He merely gazes at you, soft and mesmerised.
As an artist, he should have neutral feelings towards his muse. He should be evoking surrounding emotions and feelings. He should be drawing them from deep within himself, and expressing them on the canvas before him.
A muse is only meant to be an inspiration. At times, it's the subject of the art piece. However, it's never the sole purpose.
But the way Riki looks at you proves all that wrong. The way his calloused hands held yours on the way to this destination. The way he scoots closer to you just as you drift off into sleep, and whispers all the newest paintings he's made. He confesses all the sketches he makes are of you. He can't get you out of his mind, he murmurs in a shaky tone, he can't rid himself of your influence on his artistry.
But he's so in love.
Why would he ever want to?
it's like supernatural ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖
thank you for reading! i'm so sorry to anyone expecting me to write any other members. i'm just too addicted to writing for riki... i promise they will have their own fics soon. pls scold me if i don't churn them out... TT
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Denim on Denim
A Seams x Grays crossover
Summary: Joel tries to get a haircut - but it turns out he can’t do anything in the QZ without getting into a fistfight, and you’re lucky enough to be in the audience.
Warnings: Mildly spicy thoughts, two sexy men fighting, language, reader was a hairdresser prior to the outbreak and has a nickname related to her job, no use of Y/N, no physical descriptions of reader, very lightly edited.
This oneshot can be read independently of the two series, but for the full experience, I recommend reading at least Grays. This is a post-outbreak AU of Grays, and is set before Seams Joel leaves the QZ. Part of the Shiv's salon drabbles.
Word count: 2.7k
Notes: A whole year after my random thoughts about how Joel's hair looks that good in an apocalypse and a random notif on this post that reminded of it, we finally get Joel to Shiv's salon... or do we? 🤷🏻♀️ I had a blast writing this oneshot - it's a bit silly, a bit spicy, I hope you enjoy it ❤️
‘Goddamnit.’
Joel swipes viciously at the curl hanging over eyes, like a boxer at a punchbag. Try as he might to slick it back, every time his shovel hits the dirt, the hair uncoils, bouncing obnoxiously in his field of vision.
He needs a fucking haircut. Tess usually does it for him every month or so, but she’s been in a mood - snapping at him, keeping him at arm’s length, she hasn’t even been to his apartment for two whole weeks.
This time of the year is hard for her. He knows all too well that he’s the same every September. They’re in each of their own time loops, a cage within the trappings of the QZ.
‘You look like you need a trim, bro.’
Joel barely glances up. He knows the guy, they share a surname after all. People call him Ben, or Benny, and even an old man like him knows he’s a good-looking son of a bitch.
They work the same shifts sometimes, and he knows Tess has crossed paths with him at the illegal fight nights. Joel has also seen him a few times at the bar, where he’s usually surrounded by even more good-looking motherfuckers.
Joel knows he’s a damn flirt too. He always has pretty words for Tess when he sees her. He’s harmless though, and he supposes that she deserves sweet nothings from at least one Miller since he’s no good at them.
Realising he hasn’t responded, Joel grunts noncommittally, self-consciousness prickling the back of his neck.
‘I know someone, she was a professional hairdresser before all this.’
Joel ignores him and keeps shovelling.
‘If you tell her you know me, she’ll give you a good rate.’
More shovelling.
‘Alright man, my shift’s up. See you ‘round.’
Five steps, and Joel sighs, digging the shovel into the dirt.
‘Wait.’
Joel stands on the doorway, and stares.
There’s an actual backwash in the corner of the dingy living room - well, living space. There are no doors in the tenement apartments.
‘You waiting for it to say hello back, or what?’
His eyes snap to yours, a scowl drawing his brows together.
Not that you look at all intimidated, one eyebrow arched high and an amused smile sitting lopsided on your lips, which he will admit throws him just a bit. He’s not used to having to work for it.
Giving you a tight nod, he takes two steps into the apartment. He recognises the layout, a mirror of his own, which is a few blocks away.
Closing the door with a flourish behind him, you ask brightly, ‘You’re here for a haircut?’
He’s about to answer when something winks at him, and he looks up, momentarily blinded by the reflection of afternoon light in the cracked mirror that hangs over a battered styling station.
Your apartment has windows that don’t look directly onto the next building, and sun floods the space. Even light is a real rarity in the shithole of a QZ, where everything indoors is dingy. He idly wonders if you had to bribe someone -
Distracted, he catches the sliver of a shadow moving from the corner of his eye a split second later than he would if he was on high alert. On reflex, his fingers find the hilt of his knife and he whips it out in a wide arc, swinging to his left where gunmetal catches the afternoon light.
‘Drop it!’ he barks, the same moment as the other man growls, ‘The fuck are you doing in my home with a knife?’
To Joel’s bewilderment, you chuckle somewhere to his right, amused. ‘C’mon guys. Dramatic, much?’
‘He snuck up on me,’ Joel growls defensively.
‘Frankie, put your gun away, dude’s just here for a haircut - I’m assuming anyway, he never did answer my question.’
‘Yes, I’m here for a haircut,’ he snaps, resheathing his knife. ‘Fuck would I be doin’ here if not?’
‘Fuck should I know, dipshit?’ retorts Frankie, tucking his gun in the back of his jeans. ‘You always bring a knife to your haircuts?’
‘D’ya always threaten to shoot paying customers?’
‘No, we definitely do not.’ You step into the space between the two men in case they get snippy with each other again. ‘Who sent you?’
Your customer crosses his arms, and you can’t help noticing the fabric of his shirt stretching across those broad shoulders. ‘Blondie.’
‘Blondie?’ you frown, confused. ‘Oh wait, you mean Ben? I thought I recognised you. I’ve seen you at one of his fights, with your wife? What’s her name now -’
‘Tess,’ he replies, then promptly looks like he wishes he’d stopped himself before he answered. ‘She’s not my -’ he trails off, and it’s clear he doesn’t like how you’re reading him at the moment, grumbling, ‘None of your damn business.’
‘Hey, you watch your mouth around my lady, old man,’ warns Frankie, ratcheting up the tension again.
Squaring his shoulders, the man seems to grow two inches. ‘Or what?’
Suddenly aware of being caught in the crossfire between your protective husband on one side, and this gruff, silvered stranger on the other, heat bubbles unbidden under your skin, the unexpected reaction from your body catching you off guard.
Biting your lower lip, you clear your throat, and somehow you sound steadier than you feel when you dispense the orders.
‘Ok, this is enough. Frankie, sit down over there,’ you say, pointing him in the direction of the couch on the other side of the room. ‘And you - since you’re Benny’s friend, two ration cards.’
‘’M not his friend,’ he almost spits out that last word, as if it tastes weird.
You give him a pointed look. ‘Three ration cards, then.’
He huffs, and hands you two from his back pocket. ‘Fine, I’m Benny’s friend.’
You grin. ‘If you’re besties, it’s one.’
‘Don’t push it.’
You back off with a chuckle. ‘Fine, not besties. Maybe next time. Now sit.’
Joel does as he’s told, awkwardly, in the styling chair, a relic from the pre-outbreak days. It creaks dangerously under his weight, and it wobbles, slightly off-kilter. The cracked leather is warm from the sun, which seeps into his skin, and he finds himself wondering when was the last time he went to a hair salon.
Sarah used to love cutting his hair. She always made an afternoon out of it on one of his rare days not working overtime, putting the music on, setting up her Barbie mirror on the dining room table, and having him pick out a hairstyle from a magazine (it never looked anywhere near like the photos). She’d even put a disposable raincoat over him like a hairdresser’s cape. She really wasn’t any good, there’s a reason why Tommy didn’t let her anywhere near his curls, but he always wore her handiwork with pride -
So lost in his thoughts, he reacts purely on instinct when, for the first time in decades, fingers other than his own find his hair.
Swivelling around, he’s out of the chair in a split second, fingers wrapped tight around your wrists. You yelp as he pushes you back against the wall, which he sees from the shape of your lips but doesn’t hear over the blood pounding in his ears.
Joel barely holds you there for a second before he’s yanked backwards by a hand on the back of his collar, and he stumbles, crashing into the adjacent wall. He barely misses the fist heading towards his face, ducking just in time to save himself what would undoubtedly have been a broken nose.
He barrels into the younger man with his shoulder, expecting him to tumble back, and is surprised when he doesn’t budge. Joel’s aware he’s got a few years on him, but he more than holds his own against punks that age on the daily. This guy clearly has a background in combat, and it’s taking Joel everything to stay on his feet.
In the meantime, you’re still plastered against the wall, dazed by your customer’s reaction. Heck, you haven’t even gotten his name yet before he literally jumped you. He’s a skittish one, that’s for sure.
You smile at the memory of Frankie’s first time with you at the salon - he’d give this guy a good run for his money. Lucky for him, you’ve always been good at wrangling the nervous ones.
Speaking of, the two men are now literally wrestling in front of you. If you had to venture a guess by the grays in the hair, you reckon your customer is pushing fifty. He’s built like a fucking tank though, and he’s giving everything he’s got.
So you decide to watch for a little while. Boys will be boys, best leave them to let off some steam. Leaning against the wall, you get comfortable, and you think wistfully to yourself that Ashton would have loved this view.
You’re not sure how you missed that they’re both wearing denim on denim, and you would struggle to pick out which is your husband if not for the hat on his head. Yes, the damn cap survived the apocalypse with him.
They are remarkably similar in build, though your customer seems to stand just a couple of inches taller. His biceps flex and bulge through the shirt sleeves as he scuffles with Frankie, teeth bared; meanwhile, your husband plants his feet, jeans stretched tight over his adorable little ass, trying to hold the man back long enough to throw a punch.
If the room was warm when they were trading barbs, it’s positively sweltering right now.
All you can see are broad shoulders and fabric bursting at the seams, grappling fingers and clenched fists. Back muscles rippling through denim, teasing slivers of skin and soft bellies when shirttails ride up and jeans fall low. The cheerful afternoon sun kisses their skin golden, casting long shadows across the creaking wooden floor.
And they’re not quiet. Throaty grunts as they jostle, panted breath peppered with cusses, fuck’s and sons of bitches as they wrestle for control.
Suddenly, you’re the one who’s out of breath despite not moving a muscle.
As much as you would’ve loved to stand and watch, you can tell both men are starting to get winded. You don’t exactly want the show to end, entertainment is hard to come by in the QZ, let alone of such a visually stimulating variety, in your own living room. But you think you hear the older man wheeze, their shirts are now stained with sweat, and the frantic energy they started with turns heavy with lethargy.
With a rueful sigh, you speak up, ‘Frankie, come on, that’s enough now.’
He growls, ‘No fucking way. He tried to hurt you!’
‘He barely touched me. It was just his PTSD acting out.’
‘I don’t have PTSD,’ the man protests, shooting you a glare before dodging an elbow.
‘There’s no shame in having PTSD,’ you admonish him. ‘Or in getting help.’
‘Why don’t you give me a hand then?’ he scoffs, tipping his head at Frankie.
‘Yeah, looks like you can use it,’ your husband taunts him.
‘Sure you can’t, asshole? Can’t even take down an old man on your own?’
‘I hope you're hungry, 'cause you're gonna eat your words, asshole -’
Hands on hips, you roll your eyes at the exceedingly average trash talk. ‘You know what? I tried asking nicely - I’m going in.’
It’s a tight squeeze, but somehow, you find a space between the elbows and shoulders and knees, and you wedge yourself in. It’s hot and humid between the two men, who are still trying to get at each other, despite the fact that you now have one hand on each of their chests, trying to pry them apart. Trapped between the two solid walls of chest, their raw strength vibrates through you, through harsh panting breath, the musk of sweat and man, and denim rubs rough on your bare skin where you’re pressed up against them.
It’s not hard to imagine being in this position in an entirely different situation, with the axis tilted, on a softer surface. Heat prickles all over you like needles, and unbeknownst to you, your thighs press together, and your panties start to feel sticky -
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ asks Frankie, incredulous as he looms over you, still grabbing onto the other guy’s shirt.
You bat your eyelashes at him, then crane your neck over your shoulder to wink at the other man. A little spiral of a curl dangles over his eyes as he glares at you, puffs of warm air hitting the shell of your ear.
Knowing that your best chance of breaking off this nonsense is to wildly offend both men, you purr, ‘Making a delicious sandwich ‘cause I’m famished -’
Frankie flushes bright red instantly, and he roars, ‘Get your filthy hands off my wife, son of a bitch!’
Not that his hands are anywhere near you (a tragedy), nonetheless, the man jumps five feet back, as if you burned him. He may deny Tess being his wife, but the look of absolute horror of being accused of touching you speaks volumes.
You can tell he would have doubled over catching his breath, hands on his knees, if not for his pride. Stubbornly, he stands tall, hands on hips, chest heaving.
‘Bit jumpy, are we?’ you quip.
‘You always that handsy?’ he retorts.
‘Can’t help myself with beautiful curls like yours,’ you wink, and your smile widens when he flushes.
Frankie throws up his hands in disbelief. ‘Shiv, I’m standing right here.’
‘You always are,’ you tease, pressing a kiss to his pinched lips. ‘Now, go take a walk, you've made enough of a scene.’
‘I’m not leaving you here with him -’
The older man scoffs. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your woman.’
You feign indignation. ‘Hey! That’s hurtful.’
‘You should be, jackass!’ Frankie gripes, and promptly looks as confused as the other man at his own pronouncement.
Taking his hand, you pull him towards the door. ‘Go on babe, you were going to have a drink with Pope anyway. I got everything under control.’
‘Alright,’ Frankie relents, but not before he points a menacing finger at your customer. ‘If he tries anything -’
‘I know where the gun is,’ you finish his sentence.
Pressing one final kiss to your lips and throwing a glare over your shoulder, Frankie turns and leaves - and you preen at the knowledge that he trusts you can take care of yourself.
Once the door closes, you smile. ‘So… should we start over?’
The man snorts. ‘I’d say.’
‘I’m Shiv,’ you say, but you don’t offer him your hand. He doesn’t seem to be the handshaking type.
He picks up on your perception, studying you with curious eyes. ‘Joel.’
Pushing the swivel chair back to the styling station, you gesture at him to retake his seat, and this time, you make sure his eyes are on yours in the mirror while you stand over his shoulder.
‘Hair’s a bit long, huh?’ you remark, eyeing the ringlet over his eyes.
‘It’s drivin’ me nuts,’ he admits.
You hold up your hands this time, giving him plenty of notice. ‘May I?’
He nods, and you start small, wrapping the spiral around your index finger with a grin. ‘I wasn’t just saying it, y’know. You do have beautiful hair.’
He shifts awkwardly, the chair squeaking, obviously uncomfortable with compliments. ‘Dunno. I’m all gray and shit.’
‘As someone wise once said, grays are sexy as fuck,’ you assure him. Running your fingers through his curls, you study the texture critically, noting the blunt ends and uneven thickness. Nothing a professional haircut can’t fix. ‘Trust me, I’m very wise.’
He hums, unconvinced, but you can see the lines around his eyes crease in amusement. ‘If you say so.’
You wink at him in the mirror. ‘When I’m done with you, Tess will have the hardest time keeping her hands to herself.’
‘What makes you think she doesn’t already?’
It takes you a moment to unfreeze, stunned by his retort. At his arched eyebrow, you burst into laughter. ‘You’re a sassy one, aren’t you, Joel?’
He huffs, half-amused, and shakes his head. ‘It’s a haircut, not a miracle.’
You squeeze his shoulder, grinning when he doesn’t jump at the contact. ‘Trust me, I’m just that good at my job.’
More notes: If you enjoyed this oneshot, I wrote a series of drabbles of Shiv giving other Pedro boys haircuts - you can find them in the Grays masterlist 🩶 I may write more for this universe and some point if inspiration strikes again, thank you for reading!
And if you wanted an inspo shot of Joel's hair, here you go ❤️
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
#seams x grays#fuckyeahgrays#fuckyeahseams#frankie morales fanfiction#frankie morales x you#frankie morales x reader#joel miller fanfiction
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[ HOBIE BROWN HEADCANONS ]
I may elaborate on some of these further in the future with drabbles/one shots. I’m not completely sure yet! Also, (!!!) just implies that it’s one of my most favorite ideas, my personal favorites. There is a reference of blk!reader here but everyone is able to interact with this for the most part.
tags: headcanons, sfw
warning(s): mentions of smoking, body mods (?) it’s just simple piercings and tattoos !
BODY MODIFICATIONS ↴
— belly button piercing (!!!)
— tongue piercing
— has definitely thought about a smiley piercing too
— multiple tattoos + some he has given himself (no matter how much you suggest that it may not be the most sterile environment)
PHYSICAL ↴
— always has cold hands, even though his body is warm
— never lets you just sit beside him while being cozy at home, he’ll set you on his lap (!!!)
— absolutely loves cuddling
— lightly rubs your back randomly for some reason
— always smells like pine trees
— really loves helping you take out protective styles (!!!)
— give him a massage after a long day/night of being Spider-Man and he’s putty in your hands (quick, ask him for a car and a kitten before he falls asleep!)
— will also massage you, but after a quick nap (the nap lasts like four hours btw)
ARTS ↴
— draws so well
— if you mention wanting a tattoo around him, he 100% wants to draw the design (!!!)
— even suggested tattooing you himself (record scratch in the distance)
— extra fabric scraps around the house because he is always making alterations to clothing + making his own patches (!!!)
— has loads of guitar picks lying around the house + tries to teach you how to play
— always humming songs that he’s obsessed with at the moment
MISCELLANEOUS ↴
— more of a cat person
— most definitely owns at least one set of brass knuckles (!!!)
— always burning something when attempting to cook
— you take turns doing each other’s nails + he gets rather picky with the color and prints/patterns…at some point it’ll be a different design on each nail
— always always always lets you do eyeliner on him (!!!)
— shotguns while smoking (!!!)
— really hates having to repeat himself
— when he gets mad (very rarely) his accent becomes even thicker, TIP? do NOT laugh, it will just make it worse.
— always calling you “love”, “darling” (amongst other things), and every once in a while “baby” ; makes you feel like you’re melting (!!!)
#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x you#hobie brown headcanons#hobie brown#hobie brown atsv#headcanons
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hi Kat, huge congrats on reaching 2K 💕 for the event, could I request a post-war Dadvi drabble where the happy family is living somewhere in Marley & celebrating Levi's birthday?
hi flo! :3 i rly want to commission someone to draw levi holding a baby in his lap now kjdskfj
Making a Fuss | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Drabble
✧ word count ➼ < 800
✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff
The farmer's market was a bit more crowded today in terms of both vendors and buyers. Although most of the produce was sold earlier in the fall, there were still fruits and vegetables that had been harvested from the gardening that had occurred the year prior. A few years after the end of the Rumbling, the world was slowly getting pieced back together.
Walking from your house to the market and then through the market to the bakery was going to be a bit of a longer journey, so you were pushing Levi through the lineup of vendors as he sat in his wheelchair. It was ultimately for the best. Since he was seated, he was able to sit with your 7-month old in his lap, although your child was beginning to get restless from the amount of people around you. He wanted nothing more than to escape Levi's lap and crawl around, but Levi had a firm grip on him.
You had originally said that you were only wanting to pick up some vegetables and hang out at the bakery for the afternoon, but Levi wasn't dumb. It was too much of a coincidence that you had been this insistent on going out on his birthday. You had something planned.
His eyes went from staring at the bakery off in the distance down to your child that was busy babbling and tugging on his shirt. He had been fine as Levi occasionally distracted him by chatting with him or poking him, but it was clear that he was getting restless.
Levi heard you shuffling around behind him and you reached over his shoulder while holding a small plush shaped like a cat, handing it to your child to play with.
You ruffled your baby's jet black hair, which matched the hue of his father's. It hadn't thickened up enough for you to be able to style it yet, but you knew that your heart was going to melt as soon as you saw your baby wearing the same undercut as Levi.
Levi's nose immediately scrunched up as he gave his child a wary look the minute the teething toddler began gnawing at the plushie, very quickly covering part of the stuffed animal in his own slobber.
"Would you rather him be gnawing on his hands that have been touching every surface we've seen since leaving the house?"
The only response you heard from Levi was a gentle grunt as he acknowledged your comment.
You wheeled Levi and your baby over to a corner table on the outside porch of the bakery as soon as you arrived before walking inside to pick up the order that you had placed ahead of time.
You knew that Levi was not one to enjoy gifts, but you wanted to at least do something to celebrate. Plus, the three of you needed to get out of the house and go somewhere other than the teashop.
"No way," you uttered affectionately as you redirected your child's grabby hands away from the pastry cake you held in your hands. "I didn't even set this thing down yet."
While your child looked overly excited for the sugary treat that he technically wasn't even supposed to have yet, Levi held a skeptical expression, with one eyebrow raised higher than the other.
"Oh c'mon, it's like your first day off in what...two weeks?" you asked in an exasperated tone as you sat down. "I know you're very adamant about keeping the teashop together, but you should at least be allowed to celebrate your birthday."
"I've had days off."
You scoffed, clearly not believing him.
"Yeah, and you choose to spend them at the shop despite the fact that Gabi and Falco have been helping out."
"And leave the fate of the shop to those brats? Fuck no."
A scowl quickly appeared on your face as you visually berated him for cursing in front of your child, although you already knew that he didn't really care too much about that concept of not cursing in front of him.
He tightened his grip on his child that was getting increasingly fussy and turned him around to look into his eyes that matched yours in color.
"You have never made a fuss about your birthday, have you?" he asked with a serious expression. "Maybe you should have a chat with your mother."
You gently smacked Levi's shoulder with an annoyed, but also subtly amused look.
"He hasn't had a birthday yet, you dumbass."
You vaguely heard him scoff at your comment, amused at the fact that you cursed almost immediately after judging him for cursing within earshot of your baby.
"Just accept the 'happy birthday', you asshole."
#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi heichou x reader#captain levi x reader#levi fluff#follower event#levi#levi ackerman#levi heichou#captain levi#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#shingeki no kyoujin#snk
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neuvilette drabble
gn!reader
no warnings but there’s one suggestive joke
a/n: spent all my neuvilette funds on lyney’s stupid bow AND DIDN’T EVEN GET IT. anyways. wrote this in like fifteen minutes in between homework so. it’s not my best work.
“you’re still awake?”
the pleasant sound of neuvilette’s voice causes your stiff shoulders to slacken and for you to put your quill down with a heavy sigh. “…yeah.”
“what did we talk about, my dear?” neuvilette wasn’t berating you by any means, though it might have seemed that way given his rigid and oftentimes stern demeanour, but your boyfriend was truly concerned for your wellbeing.
you rubbed your heavy eyelids, sparing a glance at the fancy grandfather clock that furnished your office. it sure was quite late… or early, at this point.
neuvilette raised his eyebrow at your lethargic state, swiftly crossing the room to get to your side. his gloved hands held yours, and when you looked up, his spellbinding eyes took you away.
“you’ve worked hard enough for today.” he said, gently pulling you up out of your chair, not missing how you winced as you tried to loosen your stiff and sore joints.
without hesitating, neuvilette scoops you into his arms, secretly deriving enjoyment from hearing you yelp.
“wa-wait! i can walk on my own!” you protested, suddenly snapped awake by his sudden movement.
“i am well aware.” he answered, making you huff slightly. still, you made no efforts to wriggle free of his grasp, letting him carry you bridal style down the halls of your cozy home and into your shared bedroom.
neuvilette treated you like you were the most valuable treasure, (in his eyes, you are) gently setting you down on the bed as if you were made of porcelain.
your cheeks couldn’t help but to flush red as he offered to pamper you further and change you into your night clothes for you. his fingers left lingering touches on your skin as he worked you of your clothes, eyes so full of love and appreciation.
(if it had been a time where you weren’t so fatigued, he would have acted on his desires to worship your body).
after having finished with your nightly routine, neuvilette tucked you into bed, drawing the blanket up to your chin and gazing down at you with love. gods, what have you done to this dragon? to make him so hopelessly enamoured with you.
“i love you…” you whispered, fading fast as the comfiness of your bed overpowered your will to stay awake.
you are everything to him. words which he professes to you whilst sliding up next to you in bed, wrapping his strong arms around you to cradle you close to his chest. you can hear his heart beat away in his chest. all for you…
“rest well, my love.” he murmurs, a small smile gracing his elegant features as he watches you fade into a peaceful slumber.
neuvilette will always be there for you, not sparing a single second in opening his arms for your weary soul.
#✩°｡⋆⸜ ✮ genshin#nuevillette#neuvilette x reader#neuvilette x gn reader#neuvilette x you#neuvilette fluff#genshin impact neuvilette#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact headcanons#neuvilette genshin impact
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hello! not sure if this is a weird question, but I was wondering if you know a writing equivalent to how artists do drawing/painting studies of something they aren’t experienced with (backgrounds/faces/hands)?
my best guess would be something like doing really short stories that focus on sth the writer wants to explore, like a genre/character/dialogue? but I feel like the benefit of a study is referencing a photo or real life in order to make your art more convincing, whereas there isn’t exactly a ‘realistic’ standard for writing so you wouldn’t be able to evaluate your writing to it
So the experience you're looking for is basically "a college intro creative writing class" which is not very helpful, if you have limited resources and/or a horrible experience with college creative writing classes.
However. You can easily replicate this experience for yourself (or in a small group) by getting together and thinking about what kind of writing you would do in this sort of class. A rough summary of would cover:
Poetry - writing some poetry (even if you think it's terrible!) can help you narrow your focus on what words work best in a limited setting.
Fictional short stories with various POVs - 1st person, 3rd person, and even 2nd person short stories can help you flex your ability to tell a story from a different perspective.
Non-fictional short story - I won a small college award for writing about how much I hated working at McDonalds, lmao. Non-fiction might be hard if you've never tried it before, but it can really help you gain perspective on how to project your personal experiences into a work of fiction later.
You don't have to stick to what you think a college professor would like - you can also branch into fanfiction and drabbles, video game scripts, journaling and comics. There's plenty of 'writing class' books you can find second-hand store, online prompt generators, and free classes on YouTube such as Brandon Sanderson's lectures.
The most important thing when practicing your writing is scheduling time to review, especially if you're doing it on your own without feedback. Not only do you want to write things down, you want to take time to read back and reflect. What did you like about the last piece you wrote, and what did you not? Where would you like your skills to grow in (dialogue, description, themes) that you can work into your next project?
While you should push yourself out of your comfort zone (trying to write in the styles of authors that don't sound like you, poetry), don't drag yourself through weeks of doing something you hate. If something is not working for you, switching gears to something else is perfectly fine. On the other hand, don't give up on something just because it doesn't feel write. Like drawing hands, writing skills will get better with practice.
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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3
So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️
And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)
So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️
(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)
But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦
CHALLENGE BELOW~
DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧
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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)
So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)
Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!
destroy them 😈 jkjk XD
If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!
Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:
Pajamas or Loungewear
Messy Bed Hair
Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose
Tired Eye bags
Shivery body
Ice Pack or a Compress on the head
Thermometer sticking from their mouth
LOTS OF BLANKETS
Tissues or medicine surrounding them
Tea or Soup (or both)
Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!
You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.
The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<
Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<
(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D
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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)
Now, I know not everyone can draw...
Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️
(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)
Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!
You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.
Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!
If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)
I look forward to anything you try to write!
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That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨
Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈
(nah jk XD)
AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!
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AAAA HI I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR WRITING FOR CAPITANO, IT IS SO NICE AND DOESNT EVEN FEEL YANDERE, THE WAY YOU EXPLAIN THE STORY AND EVERYTHING IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE CAPITANO IS!
TY SO MUCH FOR WRITING THAT!!! ALSO I LIKE TO IMAGINE A SILLY SCENARIO WHERE CAPITANO IS FIGHTING SOMEONE AND HE GLANCES AT A FLOWER FROM AFAR AND STOPS HIS FIGHTING JUST TO PICK A FLOWER, AAHHHH YOU HAD ME JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH CAPITANO
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Ohh thank you for the compliment and your silly imagine, Anonie!! I was inspired to write my own scarier take on your idea, so enjoy this drabble (づ ᴗ͈ ˬ ᴗ͈ )づ*.ﾟ
Tw:: YANDERE, violence, blood, murder, stalking, Stockholm Syndrome
Note:: Female reader, pre-release Capitano
♡ 0.7k words under the cut ♡
The meadow makes for an optimal battlefield. The open space enables various fighting styles. There are no obstacles for opponents to use as shields or hiding places. The soil can soak up the blood and consume the unclaimed bodies for nourishment.
It is only a pity that the flowers must lay witness to such atrocities. They are silent spectators if not casualties to be trampled on and stained with blood. There is no need to mourn them, however.
Once the battle reaches its end, nature shall persevere and reclaim its home. Some flowers may even be granted an untainted death and a beautiful afterlife by the mercy of the First Harbinger.
✿ ⚘
The makeshift battlefield is home to a variety of wildflowers. The vivid scene is an unlikely resting place for the Captain’s opponents.
Capitano’s sword slashes the soldier’s arm in a spray of blood. They scream and drop their weapon, staggering away from him.
Blood drips from their wounds and dyes the grass red. The meadow has become a mess of ruined flowers and mutilated bodies. They trip over the newest corpse, recoiling at the sight of their comrade’s crushed head.
The gods are so cruel. Why must they be the last man standing?
The Captain has been silent throughout the entire fight. No proud insults or cruel laughter as he killed their comrades one by one. No unnecessary bloodshed or wasted movements to draw out his opponents’ suffering. He works with cold precision, taking no sadistic entertainment in the fall of his enemies.
He is determined to finish them off as quickly as possible.
There is one thing which the soldier finds odd, however. From what they’ve witnessed, the Captain could have easily murdered everyone in one fell swoop. So why did he allow his opponents to scatter? Why did he attack them in different parts of the meadow? Why did he choose to prolong their terror?
The soldier tries to retreat, only for Capitano to land another critical hit on their leg. They collapse just a few feet away from his initial standing point.
They were all so foolish to think that they stood any chance against the Captain.
Their team had only been tasked to spy on the Fatui’s military camp. They hadn’t expected to find the First Harbinger in a secluded meadow of all places, seemingly distracted by a patch of blue flowers.
…Strangely enough, those flowers show no signs of damage.
The sound of ominous footsteps snaps the soldier out of their thoughts. Capitano doesn’t even give them a second to recover.
That is another benefit of this battlefield. In a meadow located far away from civilization, the screams of terror are left unheard.
✿ ⚘
The meadow’s peace has been restored.
Capitano sheaths his sword and inspects the final corpse. He was successful in minimizing the range of the blood splatters. The flower patch remains pristine, undefiled by the battle.
How inconvenient. Despite residing in such a large meadow, the forget-me-nots had chosen to flourish in a single area. He had to maneuver his attacks to ensure that those flowers would emerge unscathed.
The light blue petals are perfectly spotless, though their fragrance is drowned out by the iron scent of blood. It was wise of him to prepare an extra set of gloves.
“My lord! What happened?”
His spy has finally arrived. He walks past the corpses and kneels on the grass.
Capitano changes his bloody gloves. “I was merely ambushed by a few low-ranking fools. Sergeant Charon, your status report.”
“Of course!” Charon looks up and continues speaking. “Your wife is in good health, though she appears to be quite listless as of late. She still spends the majority of her time in her private library.”
His mission will be over in a few days. He must remain patient.
“And what of her new guard?”
“They rarely speak to your wife, as per your orders. From what we have seen, they are performing their duties without fail.”
“Continue to monitor their activity. Should they show any signs of suspicious behavior, eliminate them on sight. You are dismissed.”
“Understood, my lord!”
With that, Charon leaves the meadow.
If his spies were able to notice the difference in his darling’s gaze, she must be exceptionally melancholic in his absence.
A cruel side of Capitano finds gratification in knowing that the light in her eyes has become exclusively reserved for his company.
Capitano picks a small bouquet of forget-me-nots, mindful of his bloodstained armor. The gift will certainly elicit one of his darling’s rare smiles. He is looking forward to their reunion.
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Once again, Capitano challenges my ability to write action scenes. Imagine his broken Damsel waiting for him in Snezhnaya, reading her books and wishing for his safe return :’>
Thank you again to everyone who has liked my Capitano works and sent me your sweet messages!! And once again, thank you so much to @diodellet for peer-reviewing this and suffering alongside me!! I didn’t expect myself to become so attached to the twisted love story of Capitano and my darling, but I dug my own grave (＞人＜;)
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ALOY ON THEMISSAKAT’S BLOG, THIS IS NOT A DRILL
i fuckin love horizon. seeing aloy in your style is something i didnt expect to see but it’s amazing
did you pick up zero dawn recently and then forbidden west right after? or have you played zero dawn a while ago and then played forbidden west recently?
please share any and all thoughts you want to share abt the games cause it’d be cool to hear what you think abt the games.
horizon cool games
I had zero dawn sitting in my steam library for maaaybe the better part of 2 years?? (i got it on sale ages ago) some friends were playing hfw and it inspired me to finally pick up hzd. I beat hzd a few months ago, mayyybe 2 or 3 months before forbidden west dropped on Steam?
I can't say any other series has gut punched me so many times and so well. I think overall I liked the first game better, just for the impact of the reveals (the data point talking about the Faro machines and the dolphins haunts me) but the addition of new characters in the second game plus expansion of the world and just MORE of aloy and her friends is so good.
gonna do a read more for hfw spoilers through the end of the game and maybe some burning shores?(hi kami dont look)
I can no longer live without Beta she is wonderful and my beloved and I want to replay hzd but the fact that Beta wont be there makes me SAD. The compare/contrast between Aloy and Beta is such an interesting concept and expands upon their relationship to Elizabet (in particular the pressure of her legacy) in such a fun way. I love taking a nature/nurture look at how they are as people and how they were raised, so similarly isolated and yet SO DIFFERENT because of their environment and the few people that were present.
I've been contemplating writing a character study drabble/ficlet from Beta-pov about Aloy throughout the game. I was screaming SISTERS at them during every interaction and then the ending with the PAYOFf just AHH.
I wish burning shores had a "chat with beta" option, I can only headcanon that Aloy and Beta chat or watch Beta's media in the evening when Aloy's resting.
The character development of Aloy learning how to interact with and trust other people is good soup. I could wax poetic about my head canons for her particular flavor of queer (given the time to organize my thoughts). I'm incredibly curious to see how they handle Seyka/Aloy going forward into the second game, in part because Aloy is such a goal-driven person, I can see her struggling to reconcile her own "selfish" motivations with the looming threat of the end of the world. (because like. girl if the world is ending you need to cherish every second you have with the people who matter to you. but also yall need time to figure out if you can beat nemesis. do be a tough dilemma there.)
I want to roll around in the brainrot more but its a struggle bc i'm a very au-centric fanartist/writer and the world of horizon is so good on its own i cant even put myself in the au mindset. for now i have to be happy with drawing aloy's amazing hair. its so beautiful i love it so much
but yeah. overall. horizon cool games.
#missa rambles#ask missa#horizon#i could go on so long talking about it but if you have any more specific talking points that would help organize the brain lol#i ahve more doodles they'll end up on here eventually#but im gonna have to be careful bc some friends havent played hfw yet so i want to be mindful of spoilers
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can you write tighnari x reader whos really into marine biology but also has a tendency to ramble (also has adhd) so they ramble about marine animals to him? especially predators like sharks or coral reefs or predatory fish? idk if i explained that well but i hope i did! thank u!
A/n: I hope I did the reader and Tighnari justice in this one, and I hope what the reader said about the marine life makes sense 👀 Here's a quick drabble for you, I loved working on this one
Genre: drabble fluff, no warnings
Character: Tighnari x gn reader
“-and sharks have very sensitive styles of living and need that big space to live comfortably. That's why you never see them in aquariums or any enclosed space, they are very hard to maintain and there is a huge probability they may end up suffering and dying.. But the lack of these animals in captivity makes everyone believe that they are even more disastrous and blood-thirsty when they are not” Your sigh of both disappointment and displeasure makes the long tar ear twitch on top of Tighanri's head as he listens to you ramble. He has long since finished the task of watering the window sill plants he kept, having put them all back into their respective places, and now he has found himself leaning back against his work-desk, facing you.
The corners of his lips pull up in a warm smile, giving you silent encouragement when your tired eyes met his, and they brightened whenever yours did. As a fellow someone who specialized in one branch of wildlife and nature, he understood the sentimental side of that knowledge. You two would often babble on and on about your respective research and work zones, listening to one another and offering what feedback you could a lot of the times, but sometimes - all one of you needed was someone willing to listen. And Tighnari was the person always willing to lend you his ear.
“Such misunderstandings are not uncommon among the citizens. One misconception may lead to a plethora of misinformation down the road, no matter how someone may want to correct it. But one thing does stand - it's that sharks can be quite scary..well, they are the predators of the ocean, and being fearful of them is natural. It is very easy for a common person to not handle an encounter with one correctly” Tighnari spoke after he saw you struggle for words, scratching your head as many more rants and info-dumps circled your mind. You can feel his presence draw near and his hand wrap around yours. His fingers easily slide into slots between yours, his warm skin and brush of nails bringing a sense of ease and comfort.
“I know.. It is all to be expected, and I cant blame the people for it. But they are such interesting creatures- all of the ocean system actually. It's all so closely tied, from the reefs supplying the environment, to the krill and to the top predators of all the oceans. I mean come on… haha. It's like a big.. complex piece of art” you both exchange an entertained, tender laugh, as you brought your other hand to mingle with him, now fully facing him. You knew he was willing to listen to you through the entire night if it meant you would be at ease in the morning to come. He was willing to sacrifice his own rest if it meant you two would glean more information from the other's work life, interests and hobbies. Tighnari did not mind, but you had to admit it had become too late from the time you began your talk about sea-shells and fish.
“Heh- it is. And the way you speak about it gives it an even magical touch. Which is a bit rare in the research field where everyone is so… tight to the facts” Tighnari softly praised, and although he was that type to stick to facts and the hard truth - even he got tired of the lack of sensitivity most of these researchers and scientists had. You were a wonderful exception, and he made sure to praise you throughout interactions with other people do. Fine art must be complimented, and just like you can't stop praising this work of art of the ocean, Tighnari can't stop spouting sweet words about you.
“Ah.. you're just saying that to shut me up faster, aren't you?” you chuckle at him, and his ears and tail stiffen, his eyes widening slightly, but he quickly catches wind of your teasing and lowers his guard, responding with a smug “Oh, yes. You just talk too much, and I just loathe to listen to some salty fish with big eyes'". He feigns a grunt when you smack his arm playfully, but he can't help but to laugh.
“You got stuck on that conversation about that coral reef near Port Ormos. Are there any new research missions being carried out?” he softly asked after he had closed in to kiss you on the forehead, leading you to the bed by your hands.
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the winner takes it all- j.yh.
title; the judges will decide, the likes of me abide, spectators of the show always staying low, the game is on again, a lover or a friend, a big thing or a small, the winner takes it all
notes; part of the subtle variations of heartbreak drabble series. drabbles are not released in chronological order, but they will be added to the masterlist as chronologically as possible
when hana broke up with him, she said it was because she fell out of love with him.
naturally, it boggled yunho’s mind a little. he never fell out of love with someone, had no idea how that could even happen. granted, hana was only his second real relationship and the first one was you and your relationship didn’t end because you didn’t love each other anymore but because being away from you would’ve been insufferable to him, so yunho set both of you free.
and he might’ve broken your heart but he broke his own as well that day in the park.
hana, though?
yunho has a feeling that he was the only one to come out with a broken heart this time because she seemed absolutely fine. before he came home for the holidays, he saw her on a date with a guy yunho can recall seeing play basketball a couple of times in front of the dorms.
the guy was tall, just like yunho and he was broad and muscular and played basketball, just like yunho. kind of handsome, he bitterly had to notice, seemingly confident and put-together.
the way she looked at him was the same way she once looked at yunho before the novelty of him wore off apparently, then yunho started to feel like he was the one loving more. that never happened with you.
when yunho loved you, he knew that you loved him back just the same. he knew that he wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, needed time to show his affections and even more to be vulnerable but when he got attached, he had an unbelievably hard time letting go.
with you though (in comparison to hana), he never felt like an afterthought once the lovesick puppy phase was over. you were always there, patiently waiting for the love that he wasn’t scared to give because he knew he could rely on you to not throw it away.
when yunho saw you at the party for the first time in almost two and a half years, he realized he didn’t love you anymore.
he often wondered about it, if he saw you, how would it feel? they always say that no-one forgets their first love and they’re right.
it seemed like in the years you’ve been apart, you’ve become even more beautiful. your lips seemed even fuller, features more prominent, make-up applied with more experience, your style changed completely and you held yourself with a certain maturity that you didn’t possess before.
you were beautiful and alluring...and he didn’t love you anymore.
he still had love for you but it wasn’t the same type of love.
throughout his high school years, all yunho could think about when it came to any type of romantic relationships - was you.
and he doesn’t know if it were the hormones to blame but it was turbulent and frantic. like the ocean waves crashing against the shore, pulling anything they could grab into the salty waters below and allowing the currents to tug it apart at the seams. over and over again, the excitement would arise and then it would culminate until it exploded into something sweet.
now, all of those feelings seemed to mellow out when he looked at you.
now, it was like a tranquil river occasionally letting out small bubbles but decidedly just flowing down its path, not selfishly pulling anything inside or ripping it apart. never drawing attention to itself despite the awareness that it is there. it will always be there but it’s so slow and quiet that it doesn’t make any difference.
it’s easily ignored now.
maybe that was why he was able to do what he did.
maybe that was why yunho was able to look you in the eye ask you to pour him a drink. ask about college, get close enough so his shoulder brushes your own and then later on, close enough to press his lips against yours. there weren’t any jitters making him nervous, no giddiness that would’ve been there two years ago, no flutters of excitement. nothing but familiarity and comfort.
just the pressure of your pretty lips, the smell of vanilla and the familiar feeling of your clothed body underneath his fingers. a perfect way to forget, a perfect attempt at moving on, a perfect way to put himself back together.
in hindsight, yunho was selfish and cruel.
he always prided himself in being a good person. in being fair and correct towards others, he never wanted to intentionally hurt anyone or put them in a position where they would have a reason to hate him.
it’s comical how he managed to do throw all of that to hell with you in the span of not even two whole days.
with you of all people.
with the girl he loved before he even knew what love was. when he was confused as to why he wanted your attention on him at all times, when he didn’t understand why san’s soft spot for you bothered him, when he didn’t know why you made him so fucking nervous as a thirteen year old boy that he could barely sit next to you without turning to a flustered, blushing mess.
there is so much between yunho and you, both good and bad but he always hoped that both of you would gladly rather remember the good. the friendship that blossomed into something beautiful, the tenderness and innocence of a first love which you could look back and laugh about later on. something along the lines; “we were kids! so silly, so naive but it was sweet.”
now, nothing will ever be funny.
when you think of yunho, he knows you won’t remember the boy you grew up next door to who you played football with when you were six and who was sad when you cried, who gave you your first joint on the rooftop of his house or kissed you for the first time under the streetlamp of your neighborhood. who you lost your virginity to in his dad’s shitty car and who you went to prom with, to parties, to fairs, spent the summers with.
you won’t remember that yunho, instead you will remember the monster who ripped you to shreds in your childhood bedroom after using you for his own selfish attempt at forgetting and convincing himself that it didn’t mean anything to you just like it didn’t to him.
he hates how rough he was and how dirty he made it but it was the only way for it to not mean anything, to just pretend like you were any other girl. because you weren’t hana...but you were y/n and once upon a time that meant everything to him.
but not as of now, all he could think about was how hurt he was and the thought of not being good enough for hana to stay interested in him for long. yunho had to know he was worth something to someone and you were there, showing the same love you used to when you were both younger. so he used it.
maybe he should’ve been sweeter, gentler, more present in that moment...maybe it would’ve made what came afterwards easier for you but instead he broke you down to nothing because he wasn’t thinking about anyone else but himself.
yunho found himself getting angry while he spouted nonsense at you but he wasn’t angry at you but at himself. he hated that he slept with you, he hated that he used you like this the moment the fog in his head cleared. he hated himself for treating you like this.
so he hurt and hurt and hurt until he made sure that you would hate him forever because maybe it was an attempt to punish himself for what he’s done to you.
if he hurt you enough, you would loathe him and he knew it would eat away at his insides because he loved you. it wasn’t a romantic type of love anymore but it was a love that would last forever.
just like that tranquil river, it will keep flowing, ever present and hiding undeath the surface. calm and peaceful, never asking for more but always there. he was tied to you by memories now.
and it will chip away at him that it’s not the same for you because you hate him, you want nothing to do with him anymore, you regret a big chunk of your early life which you spent with him - he presumes that’s a suitable punishment to know that while he will cling to the happy memories and sometimes long for the good times, you will cling to the resentment.
the guilt becomes too much not even a day after.
so naturally and despite the whole spiel on making sure you hate him, yunho tries to fix it. he know forgiveness won’t come or anything even close to it but he has to try to, at least, convince you that nothing he said was true.
your mother always loved yunho. even after he broke up with you before you both started college, she always made sure to send him off back to college with snacks or side dishes, some simple gifts like a chocolate or extra money.
but when she opened the door day after day when he’d come asking for you and looked at him with disappointment and sadness, the shame that weighed on his shoulders would triple.
one night, brought on by pure desperation to make things somewhat right before you leave, he starts pelting paper clips at your window.
it was something he used to do when you were kids, teenagers, whatever. no matter the time of day, you would always peek out cutely through the window and with fake irritation ask him what he wants but he never failed to catch the smile on your face.
now, all he had to stare at was the curtain drawn over your window. unmoving.
he doesn’t know how many days pass in between that night and the moment where he’s talking to you through your door.
it shouldn’t even count as a conversation when yunho is the only one speaking, begging in a pathetic attempt to explain himself.
“y/n, please.” he calls with a shaky voice, speaking to the closed shut door. not hearing anything now, not the soft sniffles neither the crinkling of the plastic bag you were carrying in your hand. “y/n?”
silence.
yunho sighs, stepping away from the door and finally coming to terms that you walked away deeper into your house.
he gives them one last glance as if you will magically change your mind and appear on the doorstep but the door remains firmly shut and he starts walking down the front door steps with his head pulled down.
on the way across your front yard and back to his home, yunho finds himself stopping the fence which always separated your families yard from his own. the trashcans are there and his feet move automatically towards them once he thinks he notices a familiar blue toy.
it’s the molang plushie yunho bought for you...he can’t remember when but he knows that he did. when you date someone for that long, you tend to forget every gift that you gave and received but he remembers molang.
except its all ruined now, dirty with what looks like soot but that’s not all, underneath the ruined plushie is more stuff. gifts. knick-knacks that he got you or you bought together, old photographs of the two of you which are half burned. all ruined and dumped into the trashcan.
yunho expects it to sting but he really didn’t think it would hurt this much.
even he still keeps a box under his bed in his childhood bedroom, filled to the brim with movie and concert tickets that you two went to, toys, souvenirs, photographs of the two of you. random stuff that reminds him of you that he stuffed into the box after you two broke up. he didn’t open it in years but it is still there, he has all of it.
it really is over now. there’s no going back, there is no fixing things, yunho realizes.
you wouldn’t wish for it to be fixed and you don’t want to remember him as the boy next door who you used to date when you were a teenager, your first friend and first love. now, you want to remember him as the asshole who used you and broke your heart, for the second time.
and that’s fair, he concludes, it’s fair.
he picks his head up to look at your window, the curtains still drawn shut and his eyes burn as he rapidly blinks to chase away the tears.
deep down, he always had a delusion that you two would be able to reconcile. you were best friends after all, you two understood each other and felt for each other so deeply.
two sixteen year olds shouldn’t be able to feel all of that.
he hoped that a day would come in the near future where the two of you could sit down for a cup of coffee and talk about your lives, catch up on everything you’ve missed. as friends. as two people who loved each other before and now want the best for each other.
maybe it would’ve been possible if he didn’t do what he did this winter. maybe he should’ve never returned home for the holidays. maybe he should’ve never gone to that party and maybe he should’ve never kissed you again let alone anything else. because now he knows that day will never come.
...maybe yunho should throw his box away as well.
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A Perfect Moment: Neron 'Creeper' Vargas x Reader
Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life @est1887 @mysoulisasunflower @drabbles-mc
Neron had never expected you to walk into his life. He didn’t expect a lot of things. His existence had taught him that expectations were a waste of time, that they could be dashed within a single moment. At least that was his experience.
He’s been a junkie; he’s been an addict. He’s done with all that now. Still there are times when he craves a drink or a fix, his fingers twitching when there’s a moment of quiet. He knows it’s best to keep himself occupied, which is why he carries around a sketch book, it’s A6, a tiny little thing that resides in his back pocket along with a black fineliner. He used to draw comics back in L.A. before the drugs took hold, stupid little things that he’d experienced in his daily life. The homeless man that he sat down with in The Valley, the hooker on the street corner smoking a cigarette and waiting for a john. He’d recreate them in his own style, the bold black and the stark white bringing them to life on a page.
He's picked it up again since he’s got sober this time around. It’s this third go but he’s determined it’ll stick; things are different now than they were before. He knows he can turn to Riz if he’s having one of those nights, if the cravings start to take hold, if the pressures too much. He knows Bishop will put him to work, keep him busy. That Coco will talk shit out with him if he needs it. The others. They’re there too, each in their own way. His support network is bigger now, more robust. He’s more resilient these days, he’s done the work, had the counselling, he knows what his triggers are. He knows that that temporary high doesn’t solve the bigger problem, that it’s a false economy.
It's the periods of silence that get him, it’s why he plays music all the time in the van. When his mind is unoccupied, it wanders so he gets out his little sketch book and he draws. He likes the way the pen feels on the page, the drag of it, the way the shades fill in the space. He could spend hours like this, locked over it, creating the things he sees in his head. He has thousands of them in his apartment, all neatly set aside in storage boxes.
When he sees you standing next to Hank outside the community centre, your skin covered in that beautiful expressive ink something happens. He’s not sure what it is, it’s like a switch flicks inside of him and suddenly his world is blossoming in colour. It’s overstimulating in a way, too rich and too saturated, he wants to switch it off, but he finds he can’t. Although it’s a real feeling, he’s never experienced it before. He’s not sure how to combat it, if it actually needs combating.
He watches you through the window of the van. You’re poetry in motion, a flurry of hands and impression as you step up against the blank wall and gesture to the open space. Hank looks back down at the A4 sketchbook in his hands before nodding and jotting something down.
It takes Neron a second to realise who you are. He’s never met you before, but he’s heard about you, he thinks you must have crossed paths a hundred times, but this is the first time he’s actually laid eyes on you. He’s heard your voice through an open door down a corridor, he knows the timbre of it, the lilt of your accent. He remembers thinking it was beautiful, it makes him think of steel cutting through silk.
You’re one of the tattoo artists Hank qualified with, you have a shop a few doors down by Felipe Reyes. He’s lost count of the number of times he’s been past it, it always catches his attention. There’s such vividness in the colours you’ve used to decorate the storefront, it’s eye catching and subtle at the same time, like you he thinks. He doesn’t realise he’s stepping out of the van until his boots hit the ground, it’s almost a compulsion. His feet are moving on their own accord towards you and Hank. He’s not usually so brazen, underneath his bravo he’s shy, especially when it’s about something he cares about. That thought surprises him because formally he hasn’t even met you yet, but he’s decided he cares. He cares about what you think, about who you are, he wants to get to know you. He’s not sure where that comes from.
You greet him a smile as he approaches and fuck if it doesn’t feel like there’s a fucking sunbeam blossoming in his chest. It’s like that moment you step out of your house and into the sunshine or the first time you see a rainbow on a rainy day.
“Neron.” He introduces himself when he takes your hand.
He notices that your fingertips are stained with paint, Hues of red, orange and yellow licking up your skin. They’re warm colours, he feels their heat as they brush over his flesh.
When you say your name, he smiles because it’s perfect. It flows off his tongue as he repeats it, like it was always meant to roll from his lips. Hank must sense something because he excuses himself, the left side of his mouth twitching up.
Neron finds himself sitting on the wall that lines the community centre, alongside of you, hips nudging as you both study the blank canvas in front of you. You describe your plans for the mural, show him the designs that the kids have been working on, explain how you plan to incorporate them. He admires your creativity, your drive to complete something that will show what San Padre’s all about in the aftermath of the poverty caused by the Galindo Agra Park project falling through.
He notices you squinting a little as you study the whitewashed wall because the way the lights refracting off it, so he hands you, his sunglasses. And fuck if they don’t look like they’ve belonged on you all along. As he sits there under the sun, talking creative shit he feels at peace.
It’s a perfect moment one he treasures for the rest of his life.
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Can I please request Father’s Day featuring Mingyu? 🥰
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader
Word Count: 0.6k words
A/N short drabble, hope it is to your liking :)
Mingyu was usually not quick to wake, preferably sleeping in until at least 9 before he could fully function. Yet now, he was awakened around 7 by his daughter. She was pushing and pulling him, her voice calling for him to wake up. He was about to roll over after waking you, but then the realization hit him. You were in fact not home today, put of town to visit a patient of yours and thus he was responsible for his daughter.
"Come on, I have school!" His daughter's whines woke him up quicker than he'd expect, but soon enough he found himself in the bathroom. His daughter sat on her chair, waiting for him to start on her hair while he just stared at the comb questionably.
"How about letting your hair down today?" He tried with an awkward chuckle, because Mingyu was not great with styling hair. Unfortunately for him, his daughter didn't agree in the slightest and just sent him an look through the mirror. And thus, Mingyu started brushing it out before slowly bringing all of it back to braid. The braid was messy, strands sticking out of the braid and it was slightly uneven on some parts. Nonetheless, Mingyu was proud of himself as he added the hair tie with a bow on the end.
"Thank you!" With that, Mingyu joined her in getting ready, washing his face and brushing his teeth before getting dressed in jeans and a shirt. Then he helped her get into her dress before going to the kitchen, making some food for her and him aka cornflakes.
"Thank you, appa." She smiled as she ate her food, finishing it in a matter of minutes before getting up again to grab her stuff.
"I'll drive you." Mingyu spoke as he grabbed his stuff before grabbing his phone as well, pulling his shoes on before guiding his daughter to the car. It was a quick drive to school and a quick drop off before Mingyu went back the house. The day went by quickly and you were the one to go for pick up at school.
"Appa!!!" The scream through the house was loud, making Mingyu look up before he was tackled to the ground. The smile he saw was quickly mimicked on his own face, the loud chatter drowned out as he sat up to watch the picture that was held out in front of him. It was messily drawn, but it was clear to Mingyu what it was. It was him, standing tall next to a drawing of his favorite little girl and a figure of you. Messy letters were beneath the drawing, making Mingyu smile as he noticed the similarities to his own writing style.
"Happy father's day!!! I love you!" Mingyu's smile brightened even more, happily hugging his daughter as he flopped back to the ground with a loud laugh. You walked in as well, dropping your stuff on the chair before crouching down next to the pair of giggling children.
"How about we clean up first, little one?" You asked and your daughter looked up from her father's chest with another smile before nodding and waddling off to her room. You looked back to Mingyu, helping him up before softly kissing his cheek.
"Happy father's day." You winked before following your daughter into her room, Mingyu left behind and blushing like an idiot.
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