#like plain white rice. he's perfect as he is
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I love adding "yin yu is there" to my poasts like he is. He Is There he's everything
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helloooo, how are you doing?? i was wondering if you could write a sort of sequel for the fic where price makes reader use the safe word where he is worried he's gonna hurt her again. If you can't its okay though <3 have a nice day/evening wtv byyye <3333
im fine | Captain Price
summary: your feeling needy and begin to try and get Price to touch you, but he cant bring himself to it
warning: female!reader, office sex, praise, oral(f!recieving), needy Price, sir kink
thank you anon for your request, I hope you enjoy <33
it had been about a month since you and Price last had sex. and it was draining you. everything he did felt like a tease to you. he got something on the top of the fridge for you? instantly wet. or he leaned down to hear you speak better? you could drop to your knees and suck him dry then and there. but as much as you yearned for him and his touch, he never initiated anything.
and you knew it was because of the last time you both had sex. he could shake the image of your limp body, your tears. the blood on your body from his own doing. he felt like he had failed you and swore to never let his own needs and lust control him like that again.
but you also never really initiated anything. you would give him small hints, like rubbing your arse onto him when you guys would cuddle. or wearing purposefully tight clothing, or his clothing. all of those things would usually turn him on and make him fuck you then and there. but he did nothing. nothing broke him. he was genuinely scared and worried to touch you. but you had enough. you needed to feel him inside you again.
so, when Price came home from shopping, you had an idea. he almost always goes into his office around the time you began to make dinner, working on paperwork and preparing for whatever mission was coming up, if any. so instead of cooking, you decided you'd seduce him into fucking you. or at least eating your pussy. anything.
" hi my love. I got mostly everything on the list. they were out of the jasmine rice so I got regular old rice. is that okay?" he asked, his accent booming into the kitchen. you turned to him and nodded, taking a second to bask in his handsomeness. he wore a black leather jacket, black pants and his black military boots. on top of his head was a black beanie, adding onto the whole black look. it made your pussy clench immediately, seeing the way he dressed do well in casual clothes.
"love?" he called out, realizing you were starring at him like some sort of meal. you shook your head, smiling up at him. " yes thats fine." you said softly before turning back to place the last dish in the dishwasher. he chuckled softly before walking over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "ill be in my office." he said before making his way out the kitchen.
when you confirmed he had entered his office, you moved quickly into your shared room, applying a bit of lotion and some perfume to your skin. you wanted to smell perfect for him, seeing as it was one of his turn ons. he loved the perfume you had, especially if it was one he bought for you. so you pulled out your sexiest scent, his favorite scent, Christian Dior. he got it for you on Christmas and you definetly scolded him for spending so much on a small perfume bottle. but you loved it just as much and wore it every night you both had something planned.
you walked over to your mirror, pulling off the large hoodie you had on. underneath was your new pair of black stockings, a pink ribbon on each side of your hip. your underwear matched, black lace as was your bra. you ordered it a week or two back and now that it was finally in, you could go through with your plan.
you cleaned your throat, turning your body a bit to the side to see how your body looked before giving yourself a small smile before grabbing a plain white shirt to cover your upper half. fixing yourself for the umpteenth time, you made your way out into the hallway, and towards his office.
it was a bit nerve wrecking, you had to admit. you were never one to take charge and initiate anything. not this direct at least. it was almost always Price. you had no clue what to do if he did accept and wanted you to top him, or if this doesn’t go as planned and you just embarrass yourself. would this ruin your relationship? or help it? you were sure he was just as needy for you as you were for him. especially with all the subtle teasing you’ve been doing. so why wouldn’t he be?
you were so caught up in the what ifs, you hadn’t realized you were standing directly in front of his office door. you looked at the door, your hand on the knob as you began to re think to yourself if this was a good idea or not. but then, your ears picked up on some noise from inside. like, squelching?
you slowly opened the door, peeking only your head in. your jaw opened in awe when your eyes landed on Price. his bent over figure, head tossed to the side with his eyes closed, mouth slightly agape. he let out the software moans, a few whimpers as his hips moved into what looked like the desk. but that’s when your eyes made out the small curve of an arse, a surprisingly small one at that. “f-fuck love.. g’nna cum soon.. so close” he groaned, moving his hips faster
you quickly realized in his hand was a sex toy. a fleshlight. your hand came over your mouth, the impact of skin to skin loud enough to catch Price’s attention. his eyes shot open, meeting yours immediately. you wanted to cry, confused as to why he was using a toy instead of the real thing. for a moment you thought it was because he simply wasn’t sexually attracted to you anymore.
“l-lovie i-“ he stopped, throwing the toy on the floor and pulling his pants up. but you were already heading out the door, clenching your jaw to hold back the tears. “wait, wait.” his arm reached out from his office in perfect timing to grip onto your wrist, pulling you back inside. but the tears were already dropping one by one from your eyes.
“please listen to me i-“ “are you no longer attracted to me.” you blurted out, your voice trembling from the tears. he remained silent before sighing, rubbing his hands down his face. “i knew that was a bad idea” he mumbled to himself before looking down at you. you couldn’t meet his gaze, you were to hurt and set on you not being up to his standards anymore.
“ i do. i find you so fucking beautiful my love. but i.. i’m scared.” he admitted, taking your hands in his. you looked up at him, confusion more than anger on your face. “ i’m scared of hurting you again. of making you get to the point where you can’t even take care of yourself. it hurt me to see you like that.. i remind myself every time of what i did to you that night whenever i feel like pulling you to the side and fucking you. i bought the doll as a distraction. i’m sorry my love.. i should’ve gone to you.” he said, looking down at you with pleading eyes.
for a moment you remained silent. you had no clue what you were supposed to say to that. you were happy it wasn’t because he didn’t see you as attractive. but also sad that he’s to scared of himself, if hurting you to satisfy his own needs. Price had always put you first no matter what. for once you just wished he’d put himself first too.
“John I.. I’m fine. it was a one time thing. that will never happen again, okay? you got carried away one night it doesn’t dictate our sex life for the rest of our relationship.” you finally said, walking closer into him. he reached out and pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “ i just can’t see you like that again my love.” he whispered, gripping onto you tighter.
you both stayed like this for a moment until you pulled away, looking up at him. “i got all.. dressed up for you.” you did a small spin, looking back at him to see a smile on his face, his wrinkles at the corner of his eyes making you smile. “i see.. you smell so good too.” he said softly, eyeing you up and down. you giggled and nodded, looking down. “yea i put on the perfume you like. i was hoping it would get you in the mood.” you said softly, your eyes staring at his abdomen.
he was silent for a moment before taking a step closer to you. he grabbed your hand, placing a soft kiss at the top. “what if it’s working?” he asked, looking down at you. a blush was quick to appear across your face, a small giggle leaving you. he smiled down before pulling you over to his desk. he sat in his chair, pulling you down onto his lap. your thighs sat at either side of his lap, your hands on his shoulders.
his hand slid to the side of your face, pulling you into him for a kiss. it was passionate from the start, his tongue sliding in your mouth, sucking your tongue gently before pulling away, making moves to your neck. you gasped softly, tilting your head to the side more as his teeth nibbled at your skin, kissing or licking the same spot. “j-john” you whispered, pulling away from him.
his eyes moved up to yours, worry on his face. “are you okay? did i do anything?” he asked quickly, eyes darting across your face. you smiled and shook your head. “i just.. want to know if this is really what you want..” you said, “if this is what your comfortable doing.” his face and body relaxed, a soft breath coming from his lips. “ yes, my love. this is what i want.. i’ve been craving you for so long.” he said, eyes drifting down your body.
you blushed, looking away from him. “missed touching you like this, feeling your body pressed against mine.” his hips grabbed the curve of your hips, pulling you closer into his chest. your cunt rested perfectly above his bulge, his hips pressing up just a bit. “missed touching you, making you feel good.” his lips found their way back to your neck, his nose breathing in your scent. “fuck.. missed smelling you.” his hips again pressed up into your pussy, a small moan leaving his lips.
your pussy gripped around nothing, yearning for his dick to fill it up. you felt your own wetness every time you shifted in his lap, only making you want him more. his hands worked up the shirt you had on, stopping at the bra. his lips detached from your neck, looking at his hands under your shirt. “is this a new set?” he asked, looking you up and down again. he was so focused on making sure you knew he still was attracted to you, he hadn’t realized the new set you had on.
you smiled and nodded, lifting the shirt for him. he licked his lips quickly before his hands gripped your bra, pulling the cups down. your boobs jumped out, your nipples already hard for him. “so fucking perfect.” he whispered, cupping one in his hand. he leaned forward, taking the other one in his mouth. his tongue traced a circle over your nipple, a soft breathy moan leaving your lips. you hands found the back of his head, your fingers rubbing through his brown hair.
he gently pulled your nipple with his teeth, his hips bucking forward. your head fell back, back arching in his lap as his mouth and fingers worked wonders on your nipples. but he was eager for something other than just your boobs.
“princess..” he mumbled into your chest before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting his lips back to your nipple. “need you to sit on my desk for me. can you do that?” he whispered, his eyes meeting yours. you didn’t hesitate to nod, practically jumping onto the wooden desk. he chuckled as he watched your eager self rest onto his desk, your legs spreading apart.
“missed getting your pussy eaten that much huh?” he joked, dropping to his knees. his hands found the backs of your knees, holding them firmly. “my fingers don’t do enough for me anymore.” you responded, your hands cupping your exposed boob. “i know baby.. but i’m gonna take care of you now, okay?” he said, kissing your inner thigh
you watched as his face disappeared between your legs, his lips pressing a kiss each time he moved closer up to your pussy. his hands remained right behind your knees, pulling you closer into his face. when he got to your cunt, he took one hand and pulled your panties to the side, allowing his nose to press into your clit, a gasp leaving your lips. he chuckled before pressing his lips to your pussy, his tongue moving slowly up between your folds, then back down.
your head fell back as you listened to him suck and lick your cunt. collecting every drop of wetness that came from you. his tongue pressed into your hole slowly, only to drag it back out just as slow. you could tell immediately he was being more gentle with you, more cautious. usually he’d have his fingers in you while his tongue sucked into your clit, fucking his fingers into your hole fast and desperately.
but now, his tongue was doing all the work, giving you soft licks up and down your slit or slow thrusts in and out your hole. you needed more. you needed him to fuck you like he never will be able to again.
you pulled the back of his head gently, whining for his attention. he looked up at you, his nose already shiny with your slick and his own saliva. “are you okay, am i being to rough?” he asked, the grip on your back knees loosening. “no.. if anything your not being rough enough. are you sure you want to do this?” you asked, looking down at him with a serious, stern look.
he sighed before leaning back on the heels of his feet. “i do my love but i can’t put you back in that position. it hurt me and scared me to see you like that. and i know it hurt and scared you even more.” his eyes drifted from your eyes to your knees. you smiled and took his hand, gripping it gently. “it won’t get to that point, i promise. i want to have our regular old sex back.” you said, looking down at him.
his eyes drifted back up to yours, reading your face. “i will be okay. i promise.” his eyes drifted down to your pussy before looking back up at you. “okay.” he nodded before scooting back closer to you. his lips immediately went for your clit, sucking it into his mouth. his ring and middle finger found your home, slowly sliding inside. you gasped above him, your eyes crossing from the double pleasure you just felt.
one hand went back to the back of his head, the other pressing flat in his desk to hold you up. “f-fuck John.. just like that~” you whined, moving your hips against his face. he groaned between your thighs before his fingers moved faster, his tongue circling your clit to match the pace of his fingers. “fuck your so wet” he mumbled against your pussy, scissoring his fingers inside you.
of course, with this amount of pleasure he was giving your pussy, your stomach began to knot and you knew you were close. “j-john i’m c..close” you whined, your thighs pressing harder on either side of his face. “cum on my face baby i know you can do it.. come on” he encouraged, looking up at you as he continued to abuse your pussy.
the sounds were sinful. he was licking and slurping your cunt so well, small groans leaving his own lips every so often. your hand remained on the back of his head, your hips moving in desperation on his face. “that’s it baby.. fuck yourself on my face.” he said, sticking his tongue out into your cunt.
you whined, gripping his hair more. your legs twitched beside him and soon after, the knot in your stomach came undone. your cum completely covered his tongue, some of his dripping down his chin. “fuck yes baby just like that.. fuck” he groaned, pulling you closer into his face.
his tongue lapped up all your cum, the slurping sound filling the room once again. your body gently shook above him, your chest rising and falling quickly. “j-john~” you moaned softly, slowly resting on his desk. his tongue made slow movements up and down your cunt, his head moving in small circles around your clit, following his tongue.
your eyes fluttered close as your came over your high, chest rising and falling slowly. he slowly got to his feet, looking down at you. “tired already?” he asked, patting your hip. you shook your head, peeking your eyes open. “not even a tiny bit.”
he chuckled before leaning down, pressing a kiss to your lips. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer into you. “need you to fuck me.” you breathed against his lips, looking into his eyes through your lashes. he smiled down at you before he pushed himself up and off you. his hands made quick movements to undo his belt, dropping his pants to his ankles. his hands spread your legs open, your shiny cunt the first thing he sees.
he licked his lips, a small smile spreading on his lips. he grabbed the base of his dick, slapping it on your covered cunt. your fingers dipped down, pulling your drenched panties to the side. again, his tip slapped against your cunt. he watched as your lips ever so slightly shook with each slap he gave them before pressing his tip between your folds. you looked down, watching him play with your pussy. “john..” you whined impatiently, swinging your legs. he chuckled, shaking his head softly.
“so impatient aren’t we?” he said, replacing your hand with his. you smiled with anticipation, watching as his hips slowly moved forward, feeling his tip push into you. a gasp left the both of you simultaneously, a quick glance shared between you both. it was the first time in a month you’d felt something full you up, and he’d felt something real and authentic.
he pushed deeper inside you, stretching your kissy out perfectly around his dick. he groaned, one hand slamming beside your head, the other on your hip. “raise those legs baby come on. wanna fuck into you deep.” he breathed out, nodding towards your legs. instantly you raised them, pressing them to your chest as best you could.
his head fell back, his adams apple bouncing up for a moment. “you .. are you tight.” he groaned, pulling his hips back slowly. he wanted you to feel every inch of him, and he wanted to feel every inch of your warmth. your head fell back, your hands gripping onto his biceps. when he bottomed out inside you, he remained still for a moment.
“feel okay?” he asked, looking down at you. you nodded your head lazily, looking up at him through your lashes. “please.. fuck me.” you whispered, clenching around him. he groaned at the sudden tightness around his length, his head falling to the side. he slid out of you and pushed back inside, finding a pace and rhythm for your you both.
your back laid flat on his desk, your head slightly hanging off the edge. he took your legs and rested them on his shoulders, quickly placing his hands back on your hips. he picked up the speed of his thrusts slowly, hitting deeper inside you with each one. “fuck y-your so deep sir.. feels so good” you cried out, your hands finding the edge of his desk to hold onto.
one thing about John was he loved it when you called him sir. he loved when he had some sort of power over you. not to the point he was controlling of course, but when you’d give up into him, give him complete control and power. man he loved it. “i bet you do love. this pussy so wet for me.” he moaned, gripping your hips harder.
your body jerked up with each thrust he gave, his tip hitting your cervix each time. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth falling open. “ look at you, so fucking pretty. feel like cumming already.” he groaned, watching as your face twisted in pleasure. your eyes landed onto his above you, giving him the most innocent look you could manage to make. “feel too good sir.. so sensitive.” you whined, clenching around him again.
another thing John loved. when you made that cute little face. nothing made him cum faster than that. “fuck love.. don’t l-look at me like that.” he groaned, looking away from you quickly. but your whimpers and moans were everything but helpful in helping him hold back his orgasm. your pussy was still sensitive to touch from your previous orgasm, his pounding only made it more sensitive.
his fingers bruised your sides for sure, but you didn’t care. in fact you loved it. you wanted him to mark you up like he always does. and you were more than happy he was finally becoming okay with having you guys’ normal, rough sex.
“sir your s-so big.. fuck i cant take it.” you whined, arching your back off his desk. you were teasing him at this point, hoping to get him to cum first. he never came before you did, never. “i’m a gentleman, my love.” you remember him saying the first night you both hooked up. and he kept to his word. he never finished before you. not until tonight.
“c-come on love don’t s-say that.” he groaned, his head dropping. you smirked, up at him, giving him your doe eyes. “but you s-so big. feel so full.” his hips moved quicker, his nails digging into your hips. “baby please..” he whimpered out, trying to stop himself from cumming. “ need you to fill me up sir.. please.” you begged, clenching around him again.
his breath picked up, his hips slowing. “not gonna cum before you do.” he growled, looking down at you.
but you had different plans.
you looked up at him, your hands wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down. your lips latched onto his neck, biting and sucking his skin. another one of his weaknesses. “my god baby.. stop-fuck-stop doing this to me.” he whined, fucking into your faster. he couldn’t maintain the slow pace, he needed to cum.
your arms wrapped around him, your legs wrapping around his hips. “cum in me sir.. need you to cum in me.” you whispered in his ear, clenching around him again. his breathing picked up again, arms wrapping around your waist. “my god love.. gonna make me cum.” he groaned, slamming into you.
his desk began to scrape against the floor, your body jerking up with each thrust he gave you. just as he was about to cum, your second orgasm began to build up. “fuck keep going sir, please. so close.” you cried out, removing your lips from his neck.
“fuck baby- can’t hold it.” he moaned, his head digging into your neck. his legs gave out slightly, his orgasm rushing over him. he chanted your name into your neck quietly, pulling you into his chest. “f-fuck” he growled, slamming into you deeper.
his body laid on top of yours, his hips still moving to get you to your end. “come on baby cum for me.. wanna feel you cum on my dick.” he whispered, hands still on your hips.
your hands found their way back to the edge of the desk, lifting your hips up to feel him deeper. “right there sir - please” you cried out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. he raised his body, watching you squirm beneath him. his hand found it’s way to your lower stomach, pressing down on it. “ so deep inside you, so deep in this pussy.” he moaned, watching you with hooded eyes.
with the pressure of his hand and the force of each thrust, your high cane and went very quickly. he moaned as your cum completely coated his dick, watching your body shake. “f-fuck John” you cried out, legs gripping his neck. “that’s it baby just like that.. just like fucking that.” he moaned, thrusting gently into you.
as he rode out your high, your eyes looked up at him. his eyes were already on yours, a soft smile on his lips. “how are you feeling?” he asked, taking your hand to press a kiss on your palm. “good. really really good.” you smiled.
he nodded before looking down, watching himself pull out. you both moaned quietly at the feeling, a small pop sound coming from your cunt as he pulled out fully. “i’ll clean you up and we can cook together.” he said, pulling his pants up from his ankles. nodding, you watched him walk away, preparing to clean you up. you were happy that you were finally able to get Price back to his old self. so much so, you could stop from pulling him back between your legs again when he came back, begging him for a round two.
you both ended up eating dinner very, very late that night.
#cod#call of duty fan fiction#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#captain price#konig fanfiction#captain john price
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ditto
part two , part three
The sounds of the cold breeze and students gossips fill the microphone on the camera. You show your homemade rice bowl you prepared for yourself for lunch and with a swift movement of the camcorder you show Shuntaro’s very plain bento box that contains rice, one fried egg and some greens. The camera moves slowly up to his face while he swallows the food.
“Move that thing out of my face”
The fake gasp you let out was picked up by the microphone.
“excuse you but i’m trying to make memories with this”
You point at the camcorder and move it back to Shuntaro’s face then to his meal then back to his face. All the camera gets is a smirk from Shuntaro.
“Go film yourself instead of me and my lunch”
“No because like i said i need to capture these memories. in 10 years we will look back at this and laugh at your very much depressing lunch.”
Instead of the microphone picking up yet another sarcastic remark from Shuntaro it picks up the loud school bell hinting the start of their next lesson.Gym class.
The camcorder is set down on the bench while it records you and Shuntaro packing up your meals and textbooks that were already out from studying. You pick up the camera and throw your bag over your shoulder.
The shakes from the camera caused from the sprinting are visible since you and Shuntaro were already running late. 10 minutes late to be exact. The loud footsteps and panting filling the school hallway from running is clear to the camera’s microphone along with the laughs from both you and Shuntaro.
Moving the camera to face behind you it catches Shuntaro’s moving legs while the rest of his body is glitching out. What else can you blame apart from the old camcorder.
“come on shun you can run faster than that”
The camera cuts off.
The first thing the camera picks up is the students in the gymnasium playing basketball, capturing it from the side of the gym with a low angle close to the ground.
“whats the whole point of filming gym class? pretty sure you wouldn’t want this to be a memory.”
“Whenever we’re together memories are basically being made so of course i’m going to be filming this”
Shuntaro’s annoyed face is being filmed. You smile looking at him through the view finder.
“come on smile a bit more when youre with me.”
He looks at the camera and gives it a fake smile but a small glitch follows with it.
“perfect”
the rest of the footage is the basketball game happening in front of you and the camera while sitting on the ground spectating.
The camera lens has water drops all over it from the current rain thats coming down. You show your white bicycle that has small spots of mud covering most of the white parts and Shuntaro’s sage green bicycle that he’s walking next to while pulling it with him.
“you should’ve brought a jacket”
The camcorder is moved upwards to show shuntaros straight face with his hoodie covering his hair.
“maybe you should give me yours and be a gentleman”
“i cant do that”
The sigh you let out is noticeable. You put the camera in your bike basket as you push some of the wet strands of hair from your face. The camera shows your path to the main road from your school. Yellow street lights with the dark blue sky due to the sun already setting because of the winter weather. The camera stays in the basket while it records the background sounds of the rain and your footsteps occasionally stepping in random puddles.
you stop once the path ends leading you to the main road. you pick up the camera to show Shun’s while he stands next to you and your bike with his bike being set next to him.
“say bye to the camera”
You say as your hand can be seen waving at him towards the left hand side of the screen. He looks at the camera with a small smile pulling at his lips.
“bring a coat next time”
He turns right walking down the main street. You continue to record him even though the camera lens is full of fog and water droplets. Soon enough he turns into a blur of white and brown from his hoodie and brown school pants.
you place the camera back into your basket leaving it to record and turn left not wanting to look back at Shuntaro. you mount your bike and ride down the street with the sounds of cars beeping and puddles being splashed by your bike.
The camera dies.
AN: This is the first part of the ditto series but before i post the rest of the chapters i wanna know if you guys actually enjoyed this. Also sorry if the writing is kinda shit, i haven’t wrote fanfic in a while and i really wanted to start writing for aib before season 2 comes out. Please leave your opinions in the comments.
<3 viv
#alice in borderland#chishiya x reader#chishiya shuntaro#chishiya imagine#chishiya alice in borderland#chishiya shuntaro fanfic#alice in borderland fanfic#arisu x reader#new jeans#fanfiction
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I absolutely love your posts and your linzuo story I'm just curious as to why you see Pema as the easiest put, a villain?
I see a lot of Pema hate and having been in a similar situation it's kinda unfair. Years before me and my ex got together i was super in love with him, still am (that's an entirely different story) but i struggled everyday to tell him how i felt. He was in a relationship at the time and i was suffering from bad anxiety and depression so i was terrified. It was only because I'm finally doing better and it was spurred on by alcohol that i finally told him not knowing he was in a relationship or not, thankfully he wasn't.
But with a less paranoid head at the time i would have told him and if he rejected me i would have preferred that to the potential hope of something.
What I'm saying is, from experience I can't fault Pema. She's not perfect either after all she's human, but Tenzin saw a way out with her he made his choice. It could have been anyone and then Pema and the result would have been the same. She shouldn't be vilified for having feelings, maybe the timing, but Tenzin as a grown ass man made his choice.
That's just my perspective.
Basically I just love to dunk on her.
I was the Lin in this situation once so I don’t feel super forgiving about it, but I was much younger then too.
Practically speaking Tenzin’s choice made sense and the bad blood between all of them are probably all his fault lol. But Pema is so under developed in canon it allows for a lot of interpretation so my version of her and yours might not match- that’s totally fine.
She’s totally fine too. Just plain. Like white rice or a baked potato with nothing on it.
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Hey love!
I wanted to ask a request of some Billy head canons maybe with Steve and Eddie, if you’re comfortable with that.
Love Lurker.
Absolutely!!!
-Fair warning, this is ooc but its FINE, everyone is nice all the time-
Random Headcanons!
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>Billy Hargrove<
-Billy loves dogs. like LOVES dogs, he will stop his car to look at every puppy in Hawkins.
-He sleeps with hair rollers, nobodies curls are that perfect naturally. He stole them from Max.
-His favorite show is The Brady Bunch, he longs for a television family.
-He buys himself roses every Valentine’s Day
>Eddie Munson<
-He cuts his own hair, the only other person he would let touch it is Wayne.
-Had a pet caterpillar when he was younger and had a total meltdown when it metamorphosed, then thought it was a bitchin’ butterfly.
-His favorite snack is tortillas. Plain, with peanut butter, with cheese, doesn’t matter as long as it’s a tortilla.
-Once tried to fix his own oven but he forgot to turn it off. He still has the burn mark on his hip.
>Steve Harrington<
-Has an EXTENSIVE haircare routine, egg whites and rice water and deep conditioner, dude has an entire hair salon in his bathroom
-Loves oranges but hates orange juice, he said it was “too stringy”
-Was a hypochondriac as a child, now he always gets super sick in the winter.
-Fantastic at chemistry! But he is also horrible at math, the two don’t really add up but it’s not like he could tell you that.
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Sorry if they’re short! If u like any of them lmk, if there’s anything else u want just shoot a request.
Have a fantastic day and an even better night!
#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson#billy hargrove#steve harrington#stranger things headcanons#stranger things eddie#stranger things steve#Stranger things billy#Headcanons#request#reqs open
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Hi!! Quick little message, sorry for the long break! Update: I just really got busy and lost 50/50 to Qiqi on Nahida banner so I didn't get her but I got ayato but then instead of Haran I got Ei's purple spear. Have fun with my suffering as an F2P. Anyway for the long break, I decided to write a cyno x reader with a twinge of jealous, protective, and caring Cyno (no smut for now lmao). (This'll be part one, there's gonna be a part two so wait—) I just love him sm although he tortures criminals :3 I'll be making long charac x readers like this one but they are considered short fics since I've probably seen longer ones. I hope you like it!!! I might also start making ship fanfics! Btw bonus character involvement here: Alhaitham <3333
Enjoyyyyy <3333333 Always remember that you matter and you have so much more good things to experience in your life! This'll be my christmas gift to you! If you feel like reading it ofc (❁´◡`❁)
Part 2 out now! Here
Daybreak, yolk of warmth rises, and the clock above Cyno's bedside table beeps on cue. The moon's counterpart had taken over the horizon and Cyno knew it the moment his eyelids fluttered to the stabbing ray of sunlight through the white blinds. The opening of another day has invited him to wake. With acceptance, he sat himself up, a sensation of burning excitement building up in his stomach. Whatever today holds set the young scholar eagerly looking forward.
The usually time-efficient scholar Cyno couldn't simply dilly dally in his day, in fact, it barely even exists in his routines and vocabulary. Perhaps to him the hands of clocks move faster that a simple five minutes of idling affects the time for his other activities like a trail of knocked-down dominoes. A short time spent for meaningless dawdle would only affect his time to finish his homeworks, pushing the weariness caused by day further through the night where silence sends him asleep. But just staring at the blazing morning sun from his opened bed window had him feeling the sudden urge to sit for a while, having time to notice this strange tranquility and wonderment he always felt every morning, as birds flew by the blue sky canvas and hearing their songs as the winds stroked his face.
Such a pleasant and delightful greeting of nature to him, birds chirping and one even landing by his window sill. Everything is as peaceful as it should be, like a golden Paris morning. Cyno couldn't believe that he never stopped himself every morning to admire such an experience. Why did he never stop to take a peaceful break? He sighed, leaving the thoughts behind. What was once adoring a peaceful moment became a time to think of somebody special.
Cyno couldn't help wondering, "How does his friend wake up with such a view? What must they be doing now? Are they still asleep?" Your existence in his life has affected him immensely. Now he just couldn't go about his day without thinking of you. Perhaps, you must be getting ready—preparing to wear that plain ol' hoodie of yours, ruffling your hair into a mess for supposed volumes, and picking that perfect scent that never fails to turn him on. An attracting aroma, indeed.
Cyno inhaled the fresh morning air as if the scent was really there but then, he ends up shaking his head to full wake, deciding to finally wave the reverie away—he should be getting ready too. The idling scholar brings a hand to scratch his disarranged silver hair, closing the short break to an end, and making his way to the kitchen.
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Sunny side-up, golden rice, and a few cuts of fish meat on his plate. Cyno swallowed down a bite as he stared at his phone. Opposite of him is the always empty wooden chair, painted gold by the sunrays through the window. The sight of it empty had his mind desperately picturing you on it, the atmosphere of your smile, the spark of sheer joy in your loving gaze, and the lovely tune of your voice. He would play cards with you, wanting to watch you flip cards and shouting hoorays or grunting your disappontments in defeat as you play against him. He bet it'd be a fun challenge for him once you get used to his tricks. What if he wins over you and then suddenly you'd give it to him back—like a clever backfire?
Cyno shook his head. If that happens, his cheeks would burn red with embarassment the entire game... But it would also be very impressive of you, doing great with only a few matches. It seems you've got quite some talent with cards.
Looking down at his food, the remaining portion is still half many. Cyno's eyebrows furrowed at the new unlikely hobby as he stared confusedly at his unfinished meal. All those daydreaming as time ticked away... and he hasn't even finished his food yet, what a waste of time. What is he doing?!
Daydreaming leisurely or without a care for time is such a seldom thing to happen to him but it's a rather strange day today... For some reason, he suddenly felt too lazy to have himself follow his usual proper routine. He even somewhat felt disappointed for himself, but he'll let himself slide for now since it rarely happens anyway. Cyno brings a hand down to his pocket, grabbing his phone, and opening social media to pass time for a bit.
Scrolling through his phone, Cyno skipped posts—fragments of captured moments, smiling strangers, random news... and then... he stumbles upon an image of you.
He took it all in. The strands of your hair, outlines of your face, that smile that makes him blush even more. Cyno cracked a smile at it before typing in a comment, showering as much subtle praises as he can. He didn't know how else he could express his love for you aside from a few hints but if it is to raise your confidence a little higher, he doesn't mind.
'You look great. <3 Please never let that smile fade, I love your smile.' He typed in.
Cyno sent the comment successfully. His phone made a cling and a checkmark on his screen informed that his comment has been posted, it made his heart skip a beat. Cyno couldn't help but chuckle slightly to himself at the silly reaction.
The little heart on his comment is something Cyno liked the look of so much, even though he felt shy to admit it to anyone and to himself. The idea of putting it there came from you. You always sent him that heart at almost every end of most of your messages. 'Hello Cyno! <3' 'Hey Cyno! How have you been doing lately? I'm doing great! Can you help me with my history notes if ur not busy? No pressure ofc <3' 'Don't forget to take care of yourself! <3333'
It makes him feel feelings he is very well scared and aware of.
Finally having the urge to look at the time, Cyno looked at it on his phone. 30 minutes before classes start. Hey... it's not that—No, he should be going to school now. What made him stall like this? You really made an impact to him, huh.
The woolgathering scholar, still sitting on his dining chair with a person in mind, just couldn't help replaying all your lovely phrases. But when time finally worried him enough, he reluctantly stands up, reminding himself that the faster he moves, the closer he is to seeing you. Cyno quickly headed to the bathroom for an ice-cold bath.
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Cyno closed the gates and headed out. Black hoodie and earphones on, Butterflies playing on loop as he stuffed his phone in his pockets.
I won't stop getting butterflies~
I get 'em every time, I look into your eyes~
Cyno hummed the tune, aware he's alone on the road, someone pictured before him as he reached the intersection. Their hair bounces as they take each step, and the winds tangle their fingers at a few strands. Their hand suddenly reaches to fill in the gaps of his own, like branches meant to be intertwined as they walked and the figure in his head smiles so brightly that nothing else mattered in his view except their face. Your touch traced his palms with warmth and he tried to feel it as soon as he clasped his hand into a fist. Just imagine how well your hand would fit in his... it would feel so good. The underlying question is...
...when?
You won't stop running through my mind
For the rest of both our lives
You give me butterflies
And I keep on getting
Butterflies~
Up on a bus and the light of day poured over his face as he sat beside a window with open curtains. 'What a day...' His mind grumbled. Almost half the time he spent thinking is only about you and the bugging existence of time. He stared out onto the blurring street as the bus zoomed ahead on the road, the longing for you to be by his side gnawing constantly at the back of his mind. You could put your head on his shoulder and sleep at the quietness of this bus, morning gold all over your face and he would stare at your pretty eyelashes. Your presence close to him is enough to make him feel at peace and contented... If only—Ugh. Cyno buried his face in his hands. He should stop feeling like this. It's only going to make him more disappointed that you're not even his yet. He just wants you to be his and this wish is slowly eating him whole.
Cyno opened his eyes as he put down his hands to his lap. At this point, you being in his life and living in his head rent free is both a blessing... and a curse. Being hoplessly inlove sure has its pain.
The music went on, but then Cyno finds himself not listening. He has been thinking, what if... what if you started having a crush on somebody else? Like... if it's not him but maybe one of his friends? Would he be able to survive knowing it? He looks up at the bus roof and imagines your bright smile being for someone else to own, his gut wrenches at the idea of it. What if that figure in his mind one day disappears? As if... he never loved them? What if after he admits to you that he loves you, you become disheartened and leave him? Then the buds of love wither away into oblivion... Cyno closed his eyes.
Dark. If one day he would no longer see that smile as something meant for him... His world would feel dark. Strange. Unusual. Lonely. Having not a place in his mind and his life for you at the future... it would feel so wrong. Like something's missing and the feeling is just so unfamiliar to him. He might be being overdramatic to himself but it's the most sincere he can get about his feelings. It's better to be honest than confuse oneself with one's own feelings when it comes to love. He wouldn't dare face the consequences.
Cyno felt himself torn into two sides, he could allow you to love somebody else for your better but. But... if he has a chance, he'll stay by you. He can't tell for now. But one thing's for sure, he won't stop loving you. And that's a problem if you reject him.
'12 minutes before classes start', Cyno mutters to himself the moment he opens his phone. Thank goodness there's no traffic. He'll reach you by anytime now and the strange excitement building up in his stomach is getting wilder than ever. Cyno tried to discipline his body not to do stupid things but just the sight of you sends him crazy, even if he was imagining it.
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It didn't take long for the bus to finally reach Cyno's school. The moment he saw the signature white and blue walls of it at a distance behind a cluster of trees, he has already began walking through the bus aisle, ready to go down. Cyno deeply regretted wasting his time at home and had he been here early, he would've had 30 minutes of chatting with you. Maybe not all of it was a waste of time though, especially when he commented on your photo. That's actually spending time wisely for him.
When you walk into the room
I'm as nervous as the day I met you~
Cyno panted heavily up the school stairs as his feet quickly dragged him towards you with the second verse of the song playing on his red-tinted ears. He stopped himself before the gates and the pebble floor tiles to breathe—bending himself down, catching his breath and as Cyno straightened himself, he saw it there. The very person he feels so excited for, the smile he very much cherishes, and that presence... the way your gaze meets his... those sleepless nights.
The bright light of the morning sun blinded him for a few seconds so he squinted at your sweet infectious smile.
"Cyno!!!" You cried happily, going up to him to give him one tight bear hug. That smile, the feeling of stomach butterflies... Cyno went stiff.
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Cyno's stomach burst with funny feelings. The way you smiled at him—so cheery and when you put your arms around his waist— He felt bashful. He opened his arms for you and your body closed around his, his heart battling to come out of his chest. Cyno prayed you don't feel it while hugging him.
Cyno returned the warm welcome by hugging you back. The feeling of your body warmth against his own... Cyno blushed. This feeling is sending him nervous, almost close to an inner panic. He hesitated, is it really alright to hug you like this? Doubts suddenly formed in the corners of his mind, questions voicing out his inner anxiety. Cyno asked himself, is this hug really fine? Especially that it's clearly not just a hug for him. It's like feeling your body extremely close to his. What if you won't like him if this is how he reacts with your hugs? Does he really deserve to fall in love with his unaware best friend? Isn't that painful to the person he just shared an intimate friendship with? But now's not the time. Cyno thought the better of it and decided that better cherish the small moment before it fades. Relax now. R e l a x , he told himself.
Cyno burried himself into your shoulder, ready to smell your signature scent—Hm? What was that?— Cyno buried himself deeper onto your clavicle. 'It's... something new.' Cyno thought. He sniffed the scent, it smelled like a masculine perfume and a twinge of... lime fragrance? It smells so good but it's definitely not your signature scent. Has that cologne ran out? Cyno looked at the fabric of your hoodie only to realize that this is not even the color of the hoodie you always wear. It looked... oddly bigger than you before you hugged him but it probably wasn't that obvious earlier because the sunlight had been blinding him. Something feels off here... Cyno's senses suspected.
Just when he started feeling that he has had enough and the hug was beginning to become suspiciously longer than you had anticipated, he let loose from the hug but didn't let go, his eyes gazing overhead, only to see a shadow blocking the sunlight. And then he realized something.
There's... another something.... something serious... that even Cyno couldn't help feeling gut wrenched to besides a hard question in an exam. Jealousy. When he realized who was blocking the sunlight, further paces away from him, he felt the gut wrench.
It's not because the man before him that you must've been talking to before he arrived here is quite the rational and attractive man, or because he seemed to have more manly display. It's not any of that. It's because he's none other than the sly, untrustable, and mysterious Alhaitham. Why is he here? Did you two talk to each other? Why would you talk to somebody like him? Do you trust him? For what reason? What kind of mission has this man involved you in? Cyno couldn't help but keep his mind occupied by buzzing questions of confusion. And as it was happening, his gaze sharply meets the other scholar's. But of course, Alhaitham doesn't seem fazed.
Sharp stares are just another one of Cyno's old tricks and Alhaitham still vividly remembers that same day he met those eyes when Cyno and him went against each other during a supreme student government debate. Should he tell you the story? Alhaitham chuckles to himself. The glaring scholar before him hated every bit of that small smile. He really hated not arriving early now.
**To be continued**
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i got you, girl! we’re in this TOGETHER!
mommy issues!JK
“ughh, what do you want!!” you laugh “i’m just playing, hey jungkook” you step aside to let your neighbor in who, for a second, took your prank a little seriously. when he looks around your apartment, it’s surprisingly vague. you don’t have pictures hung up on your walls, and your living room isn’t decorated in all kinds of fancy, bright colors. the only thing that is colorful is your lava lamp that sits on your coffee table but even the coffee table is vague.
“i know, pretty boring right? alina tells me all of the time to decorate my apartment but i’m too lazy to do it” you laugh as you head to the kitchen to finish cooking the meal you made for you and your guest.
this isn’t jungkook’s first time being over your home. one time he needed you to watch seol for a little while since eunwoo and alina were out of town and there was no way in hell he was going to let his grandfather watch him, so he went to you. long story short, he didn’t really take in the surroundings of your apartment. instead, he took another souvenir of yours that he still has to this day. he wonders if you know that it’s missing.
but never mind that, sure your apartment is pretty plain but that has nothing to do with you as a person because in jungkook’s eyes, you’re far from plain. your the woman that has both him and his son wrapped around your finger but you don’t even know it. you’re too dedicated to your job and suppressing your feelings to pay jungkook’s attraction towards you any mind.
“are you hungry? i made bulgogi with sweet white rice. my mom used to make this all of the time when i was a kid, ’s my favorite” you say as you make a plate for yourself and jungkook who takes his time to look around your apartment but when you aren’t looking, he’s meddling with your lava lamp.
“if you’re thirsty, i can make you something to drink. i have water, sea moss if you’re feeling frisky, fruit punch, or wine but it’s not that alcoholic. it’s pretty sweet because i don’t like bitter drinks”
since you’re the hostess, you’re doing your best to accommodate whatever jungkook may want or need, even if he doesn’t want anything. it’s not often that you have guests over but when you do, you want them to be comfortable. you wonder if jungkook thinks you’re talking to him as “ms. y/n” and not just “y/n.” you’ve only known him as mr. jeon with a 5-year old kid you teach, but now things are a little different.
the lines you made VERY clear to your parents are beginning to blur just a tad. watching seol wasn’t too much but voluntarily going on a dinner date with his dad when you don’t want seol to see you as his mother is definitely blurring the lines. it’s crossing a lot of boundaries too but you’ll keep your lips tight about it because it’s just “an outing.”
nothing serious, just an outing.
he doesn’t even KNOW you, so maybe the lines are too blurred.
“here” you hand jungkook his plate of food you made for him and a glass of the drink he preferred.
“so, what’s this dinner date supposed to be about? i’m flattered that you asked for me to be your date”
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Dammit he’s sure that you’re his soulmate.
You even made his favorite food and you said that it’s your favorite too?! that can’t be a coincidence because you’re meant to be, as he is sitting across the dining table with you, it’s like you’re on a date and to him? you are.
And he cannot even begin to describe just how delicious the food is. He took it with a little bit of fruit punch because he loves flavors of all kinds, Jungkook feels so calm in your apartment, because even though it is a little plain as you like to say, but it’s perfect actually.
He cannot help it-the food is so delicious, but he’s barely managing to hold his moaning in, you are really a great cook, but if he really lets his reaction out, you’re going to think that he’s a creep.
“Ms yn.. wow this is delicious- even more so than my mother’s like you’re amazing!” he’s got this angry expression on his face so you might be a little confused, but that’s how he gets when the food is too delicious.
“Seol actually doesn’t really like any kind of meat so it’s really rare that I get to eat bulgogi…” he pouts while he continues to eat.
Him and food are a different love story.
You look so pretty pretty in your casual clothes without any makeup on and your hair looks to be a little wet but honestly he’s liking it a lot.
And he can tell you smell so good because your scent is all over the house, you smell, so sweet just like candy. He loves it. “Oh yeah.. first of all thank you for agreeing to be my date… you don’t even know how much this means to me.” He says, as he wipes his mouth with a napkin that you bring him.
You’re so domestic and so pretty.
“It’s just a parting dinner I guess? My boss actually sold the company to the Jangs… so they’re gonna take over soon… it’s kind of like a celebration dinner too.. and it’s really mandatory for the workers to go there so I couldn’t really ditch it-and I needed a date.” He says, “did you know that I am the manager there so it’s really important for me to be there I got promoted.”
He’s currently bragging about his position in the company, but he should because he wants to impress you. He wants you to think that he’s reliable he can take care of you.
He’s gotten more than enough money- actually that’s family money and he’s not on the best terms with his family, but his mother occasionally visits him and her grandchild, his sister is actually married to the love of her life and is living in America, with a really sweet seven-year-old daughter.
“ I.. don’t know if I should tell you this, but it would be better if you knew… my boss is going to be my ex fiancé? Jang Nara…. But I didn’t want to marry her. It was my family’s decision… so I hope you don’t mind that please don’t decline to go with me.. I swear you won’t be caught up in any drama.” He sighs, because he knows that you don’t like any kind of drama
Jungkook takes a sip of his fruit punch, “and it’s gonna be on Saturday night- I’ll pick you up at seven if that’s OK? And before you say no- I’m going to buy you a dress for the occasion… please don’t say no… it’s the least I can do- really.”
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Character Intro: Nephele (Kingdom of Ichor)
Nicknames- Princess of Clouds, O Sosías by the people of Olympius
Neffy (affectionately) by her boyfriend and close friends
Hera Lite by Aphrodite
Age- 18 (immortal)
Location- Boeotia, Olympius
Personality- She's generally shy, quiet, & introspective. She's far more complex emotionally than a lot of beings give her credit for. Being quite temperamental at times, she can switch between being sanguine and phlegmatic to choleric & melancholic. She's in a relationship.
She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the goddess of clouds (and also duality) her other powers/abilities include flight (through use of clouds), limited aerokinesis, cloud mimicry, nebula manipulation, being able to create a perfect cloudform copy of herself, shapeshifting into a nephelai form, nephelokinesis (cloud generation/manipualtion), shapeshifting into an almost perfect form of Hera, and caligokinesis (fog generation/manipulation).
Nephele resides on a cliffside mansion in the state of Boeotia. The mansion is built out of marble, crystal, & lucite. The color scheme inside are pastel shades of white, silver, blue, gray, pink, and iridescent. There's pure white elderdown feather centerpieces, a crystal & diamond chandelier overhead the main hall, soft and airy linen & cotton furniture, and crystal & lucite furniture pieces- with the flooring being snow white mink carpeting. Her bedroom has her favorite thing- her bed. The bed is a technological feat, hovering several feet off the ground due to the 1,500 pounds of magnets beneath it. The bed costs 1.6 million drachmas and is covered in many cashmere pillows & silk, cashmere, and satin sheets.
She has an animal companion- a male pegasus named Celeris. Their energies are inexplicably intertwined. Celeris is quite protective of his rider. He's her usual mode of transportation. Nephele doesn't like the polluting aftereffects of most cars.
Nephele starts off her mornings with sessions of aerial yoga and acupuncture before taking a swim in her olympic sized deep pool.
She's well aware of the controversy surrounding her mere existance with her also being a deity. Nephele doesn't like thinking about her life before she was able to call the shots in her own life. All of her negative emotions are directed towards her ex Ixion, a former lord of Thessaly. Her possible union with him came about as a reprieve for the gods- namely Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) after Ixion commited an act of kin slaying. Just the though of his crazed eyes makes Nephele's skin crawl. Even though she was successful in seducing him, Ixion laid his sights on Hera (goddess of women & marriage). Nephele's ceremonial union to him didn't happen. Ixion ended up being struck from Mt. Olympus and straight into Tartarus- his eternal punishment being attached to a spinning burning wheel forevermore. There's more to the story that Nephele knows about that she refuses to divulge in, even to her most trusted friends.
She's considered a gem among the nephelai community!
Nephele loves listening to classical, pop, & country music.
A typical breakfast for her is scrambled egg whites (added with feta cheese & onions) with a few lightly toasted hash browns and a bowl of plain yogurt (topped with shredded coconut & banana slices). She also likes the Golly Grains frosted rice cereal.
Her favorite makeup products include the Museology lip gloss in "3D Hologram," an opalescent shimmer, the Museology UV liquid eyeliner in "Pyrotechnic," a glittery silver color, and the Olmorfia gel powder highlighter in "Sunstone."
Now Nephele's life is filled with effortless joy. She's in a healthy romantic relationship with a mortal guy named Athamas, a soon-to-be lord of Boeotia. She likes that he means what he says, his gentle light brown eyes, and how safe she instinctively feels when she's around him. Nephele also likes that Athamas respects her boundaries when it comes to sex, which she's not comfortable with doing. She finds him asking for consent before they kiss to be the sexiest thing ever!
A go-to drink for her is coconut water. She also likes Strengthify ionized water, ginger ale, lemonade, iced tea, vodka soda, mint tea, piña colada smoothies, white wine, bellinis, mimosas, & palomas. Usuals from The Roasted Bean includes a cafe au lait, a large chai latte, a medium pineapple lychee splash, and an olympian sized flat white.
Nephele's favorite piece of jewlery to wear is her white gold necklace that has a cloud shaped charm embellished with miniature diamonds.
She finds the constant comparisons to Hera to be more than annoying.
A favorite thing for her to snack on is white chocolate covered popcorn.
Nephele barely has a social media presence. On Fatestagram she rarely posts pictures and videos of herself. Instead, she posts inspirational quotes as well as some of her personal drawings & watercolor paintings.
A guilty pleasure for her are air fried tofu sticks. She gets a 10 piece along with ginger garlic dipping sauce from Garden Gatherings, a popular vegan restaurant.
She loves the Glory's Crown black vanilla products.
Nephele's main source of income and primary business is her nationwide cotton candy shops, Candycloud. There's almost 90 different flavors of cotton candy, an official website, & a makeshift store in the Mall of Olympius. She has also released a signature parfum called Cloudmist. The fragrance has notes of pear, lavender, vanilla orchid, and creme de coconut. A notable thing is the clear blue cloud shaped perfume bottle. A 3.4 oz bottle sells for seventy drachmas. For other means of income Nephele models for/endorses Sunshine Radiance, Aktinovolos Petalouda (is a fan of the winged heels), and etherealist (a fashion brand started by a nephelai named Nelina). The brand's fashion is known for it's light & muted pastel colors, dramatic lengths, and use of super delicate & sheer fabrics- like silk organza, satin, chiffon, lace, and tulle. Nephele even walked the runway at an etherealist fashion show in Thrace.
Her favorite frozen treats are marshmallow ice cream (topped with sprinkles, white chocolate sauce, & mini marshmallows) and coconut gelato.
She's also a fan of the La Petit Amour bralette tops!
In the pantheon Nephele's friends with Aerin (goddess of the ethereal), The Muses, Pasithea (goddess of hallucinations & relaxation), Aiode (goddess of voice & song), Pothos (god of longing & yearning), The Hyades, Auxo (goddess of summer, vegetation, & plants), Aether (god of the upper atmosphere, celestial bodies, & heavenly light), Carpo (goddess of autumn & fruits), Eos (Titaness of dawn), Thallo (goddess of spring & new growth), Hemera (goddess of the day), Pandaisia (goddess of banquets), and Aeolus (god of wind). Her official mentor was Tethys (Titaness of freshwater & clouds). They both bonded during her mentorship and remained close afterwards. They talk on the phone daily & Nephele doesn't mind traveling to Aetolia to visit her. She also admires Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs).
Her all time favorite desset is the cipriani meringue cake from Hollyhock's Bakery. She also likes the marshmallow cream filled doughnuts.
Nephele's relationship with the King and Queen is complicated to say the least. She's been an odd, but welcome comfort to Zeus since Hera filed for divorce. One stormy night when Nephele came to the palace to check on him, she found Zeus high on lotus dust. In his drug addled state, he thought he was Hera and begged her to dance with him on the balcony- like they always used to. Nephele obliged and when the dance was over, Zeus kissed her. For a brief moment he saw through his trance that Nephele was not Hera. Zeus actually cried and apologized.
She recently bought herself an etherealist handbag. It's the crystal embellished cloud shaped crossbody clutch. It costs 700 drachmas.
At one of Pandaisia's brunch parties, Nephele nearly finished a couple of trays of smoked salmon macarons.
In her free time she enjoys flying (on Celeris), knitting, drawing, cloud surfing, reading, painting, spending time with her boyfriend, going to the cinema, ballet, cooking, hanging out with friends, and baking.
Her all time favorite meal is grilled chicken breasts (stuffed with goat cheese & onions) with garlic mashed potatoes and white rice.
"Clouds are on top for a reason. They float so high because they refuse to carry any burden."
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16 March 2023
Not much to report. It's been a week or so since I last posted and the whole time I just wanted to get on here and post even though I didn't have much to say.
Megan's wedding was gorgeous. There was only 20 guests and it was so low key, it was perfect for Megan. She had an outside ceremony (moments before it started snowing!) and although it was cold when the sun was out it was stunningly warm. She had her wedding party at the weekend and that was really lush too though I was coming down with a cold that morning, so I didn't drink much but that didn't stop me dancing all night!
It's Thursday today and its the first day that I've woken up and felt okay and not so sick. This might be a false sense of security and I don't want to jinx anything but I feel good right now. Usually, I'm sick for weeks but I think I've managed to shake most of it off in a week which is amazing for me! I did not something different this time. As well as taking cold and flu medicine on time and paracetamol on time, I've been drinking warm drinks constantly whether that be a camomile tea or a mint tea, no dairy products (like cheese, chocolate, cream, tea), A vitamin C fizzy at least once a day, and hre's the stickler...
Good food and good mentality. I've given into every craving I had, usually mum's cooking. I made my own Chicken and sweetcorn soup, and Silky steamed eggs, and yesterday I had mum's chicken fried rice. THE TASTIEST.
Good mentality. That was a hard one but it is something that I've been practising for the past few months or so. So instead of wallowing in self pity thinking 'i feel so rubbish, I'm not well, I don't feel good, etc' I've been thinking 'I cant wait to feel better, I'm going to feel so much better once I'm over this, Once I rest I'll feel strong again' but honestly just getting on with it because although I'm sick, life still goes on. Money still needs to be made, laundry still needs to be done, food still needs be cooked and eaten. This week, I did cancel a client because I knew she had health issues already, I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. But that's it.
I also had a 'sick day'. Sam is sick too at the minute, though you'd think he was much much worse than me by the way he's going but alas, we do indeed have the same illness and sorry but, I am stronger than him. I've said to him, he has to carry on. He can have one sick day and you can use that day to moan and really wallow in self pity but after that, you're done. Now you can opt to have a sick day but then not take it and save it for when you're worse, but if you take it you can't take another one, even if you're 10 times worse the next day.
I think also by having good mentality, you're willing yourself to feel better. I've been embarrassingly been thinking to myself 'come on white blood cells, you can do it' and I think it's working. I'm sure there's a study somewhere about 2 plants. Completely identical plants being looked after the same way at the same time. But one plant has encouraging words spoken to it and the other with discouraging words and guess which one flourished. The encouraged plant blossomed much better and I'll take that as a new motto.
Not long until our holidays! 6 Weeks until Cyprus! I'll have to find a dress soon now that I've got Megan's wedding out the way. I wore my sage green satin cowl neck dress to megan's and I was hoping to reuse it for Cyprus but I don't think the fabric will survive another go in the washing machine. I'm also not going to diet to get holiday ready which I'm quite nervous about. I mean, I wont engorge myself but I'll eat like I normally eat. Though I will stay away from pizza and kebabs which aren't foods I crave or want ever but Sam does and when Sam does, I'll order one and eat it out of lack of energy.
From the kebab/pizza/curry house I'll tend to get a plain boiled rice, with a chicken curry. Nothing too saucy, but something that's like grilled chicken with seasoning. That'll do me.
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Small Appliances And Kitchen Aids
I brought my KitchenAid from Australia to Switzerland, and it works fine, just with a Swiss power adaptor. I think electricity is 240 v in Australia, compared to 230 v in Switzerland. I haven’t noticed any difference when using the KitchenAid now, though, I am a bit more wary just in case it heats up too much or something. Otherwise, I use it almost everyday and I can’t imagine life without it. Plus, the importer to the UK was going bankrupt last time I spoke to the company who supplied mine.
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You explain, clarify, and defend your side with such class while still being respectful. Never a touch of anger, you’re great at keeping the peace.
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When we can start to give homemade dog food to puppies
When your little dog is totally weaned at around 7 or 8 months, she'll get all the nourishment she wants from her pup food.
By this age she'll likewise partake in an intermittent treat. You can assist with guaranteeing that your puppy is getting just healthy fixings by making, or in any event, baking, her treats yourself. You can start offering cooked chicken and rice and other appropriate food varieties at around two months old enough.
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At what point of time a doggy can eat rice?
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azula has always hated spicy food. if she were to be completely honest, her ultimate favorite food is plain white rice. but because the fire nation has such a complex surrounding spicy food, azula would never dare admit this, and in fact always goes out of her way to eat the spiciest thing on the table and pretend like she loves it so much mmmmm delicious—but if anything, it’s a little bland—don’t you think, zuzu? now zuko actually enjoys spicy food, and they both know it, but azula deeply resents the idea that zuko is somehow stronger than she is in any way, so she convinces herself that he’s the one faking it and she actually genuinely does love it.
of course it’s always been very obvious to ty lee, who can read body language like second nature, that azula is silently suffering through every meal. and while she would take pity on her, she also can’t help but be annoyed when azula’s like “oh i wish i could eat a ghost pepper. i bet they’re nothing and everyone who claims that they’re too spicy are just pussies. they’re probably delicious.” so the next day ty lee brings azula some curry and she’s like “I made it myself because you said you wanted to try ghost pepper. I know you always complain about how your food isn’t spicy enough so I wanted to do this for you azula <3”
azula’s like “wow ty lee.... that’s so thoughtful of you....” and then makes no move to eat it in front of her. immediately ty lee’s like “what’s wrong, aren’t you going to eat it? do you not like it? I worked really hard on this gift for you because I was thinking about what you said and I wanted to do something nice for you but if you don’t want it because you hate it because you hate ME you can just say so” and she bursts into tears. so azula’s like “no no i like it! see!” and she swallows down another spoonful as ty lee continues to cry. “mmm! it’s ... so good....” and ty lee’s like “you really like it? it’s not too spicy?” and azula’s like “what no of course not it’s perfect...” and ty lee sits there and watches her expectantly as she eats the whole plate and they both pretend that azula’s eyes aren’t visibly watering and beads of sweat aren’t dripping down her brow.
azula has finally gotten down to the last bite. tears are flowing down her cheeks, and her face is completely red. “wow azula you really did like it!” ty lee beams. “im so glad you didn’t find it too spicy.” “no such thing,” azula wheezes, right before she throws up all over her plate. mai, who has been watching silently from the corner the entire time, decides then and there that this is the best of day of her life.
#after ty lee’s betrayal azula thinks back to all the times ty lee has pulled shit like this over the years and she’s like#‘ok maybe I shouldn’t have been that shocked.’#azula#zuko#ty lee#mai#azula&tylee#azula&zuko#this text post was inspired by tumblr user#ravesti#:)
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Butters x female reader that is a cutie just like him?
sometimes I remember butters from that one live action clip and I cry
Butters Stotch x Fem! Reader
the second you walked into class he knew
he knew you were just like him
and he knew he had to be friends with you because of it
which is why Eric Cartman invited you over to dinner your first week of school
he could already get away with so much with one butters, so he couldn't imagine what he could get away with if he had two
he just had to woo you into being his friend before anyone else could
fortunately for him, there was one other person who already had his eyes on you
Butters also noticed you when you walked into class, more so in your introduction to the class, where you treated everyone with an excited "howdy folks!"
you just seemed so sweet, he couldn't help but want to talk to you
so of course he went to his best friend for advice
upon hearing of butters interest in you, Cartman immediately began scheming and came up with the perfect plan
Cartman changed the location of dinner from his house to City Wok, and told you he'd be bringing along someone else
when you arrived at the restaurant, you received a call from Cartman saying he had fallen Ill, but not to leave as his friend was still coming
that was when butters walked in
he had also been asked to dinner, but didnt know that Cartman was sick nor who the other dinner guest was
when he saw you sitting alone he almost threw up
and then you smiled at him
your smile ohmygod
his hands were shaking as he sat down, and you just started chattering away
"Where's Eric?" he asked, fiddling with his napkin
you smiled and looked up from the menu "Oh, poor guy said he was sick, so its just us tonight buddy!"
butters just stared with wide eyes, and then excused himself to use the bathroom after a moment of silence
he looked at his sweaty self in the mirror adjusted the collar of his shirt, "o-ok butters, you got this, y/n is just a girl, a very very pretty girl, who has soft looking hair, and bright eyes, and a sweet voice...." he drifted off for a second, but then shook his head and slapped himself in the face, "no! stop that, yeah she's pretty but she's just a girl. You got this."
he left the bathroom and returned to the table with a swing in his step
"so y/n, do you know what youre gonna get?"
you giggled and looked up from the menu "everything sounds so good! I cant decide! what do you think I should get?"
he thought for a second and then said, "w-well, I normally don't eat here, but my buddy Kenny really likes the plain white rice which I think is a little strange but there was this one time where he was eating there with Eric and..."
the dinner went very well after that, with both you and butters coming out of your shells. after paying for dinner (he insisted) he offered to walk you home, which you accepted
as you were walking and talking, you felt butters slowly inch closer to you until your knuckles brushed with every swing of your arms
finally butters took your hand into his as you blushed and giggles, holding it back
walking hand in hand you finally made it to your house, much to your dismay. you really didnt want this... date(?) to end but alas it had to happen
you bid Butters goodbye and shut the door, leaning against it and smiling
you looked out the window to see Butters walking away
in a moment of courage you ran out the door and shouted his name
he turned to you as you grabbed his hands and kissed his cheek sweetly "we should do this again, ok butters?"
butters whole face was beet red, "o-okay!"
you grinned as your ran back inside, looking out the window to see butters still standing there, a stupid grin on his flushed face
unknown to you, someone else was watching your interaction
bag of cheesy poofs in hand, a chubby shadow snickered from behind a fence
everything went exactly to plan...
woooooo butters fuckin love me some butters wooooo
asks are open (because they always are)
#butters stotch x reader#south park x reader#south park#butters stotch#eric cartman#eric cartman x reader#south park headcanons
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
A/N: i finally made a taglist! just send an ask to be added or removed at any time!
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Chapter 26
“Ugh,” you said, looking through the kitchen cabinets.
“What do you need, love?” Spencer called out from where he was reading on the couch with Jo.
“We’re out of rice wrappers and I wanted spring rolls for dinner,” you pouted.
“I’ll go to the store and get some for you,” he closed his book and stood up, “Be back in 20,” he kissed you.
“Thank you, baby,” you smiled and watched as he walked out of the door and pulled out of the driveway.
“Okay, Jo! We don’t have much time! Go! Go! Go!” you exclaimed.
You knew you were out of rice wrappers and Spencer would generously go offer to go get some more. But what other choice did you have, Father’s Day was coming up and you and Jo needed him out of the house for a little which was especially hard now that he was a stay-at-home dad.
You placed the shirt on the table that read ‘I’m a Doctor Dad, Just Like a Normal Dad Except Much Cooler.” You knew it was cheesy but Spencer would proudly wear it regardless especially with the customizations you were about to make.
You squirted purple paint onto a scrap piece of cardboard and flipped the shirt around so the plain back was face up.
“Okay, Jo, remember like I told you in the car, cover your hands in the paint and then press them down on the shirt so Daddy’s shirt will have your little handprints on the back,” you instructed.
After Jo made her mark on the shirt, you carried her to the sink so she could wash her hands off without making a mess.
Then, you used a white fabric marker to write ‘Love, Jo,’ under her handprints.
Jo was on lookout duty by the door as you were trying to dry the shirt quickly with your hair dryer.
“Mommy, Daddy’s back!” she alerted you.
“Shoot, shoot, shoot!” you were running up the stairs with the half-dried shirt in your hands.
Ironically, you decided to hide it in Spencer’s old room because he never even went in there anymore.
“Hey, I’m back,” you heard him call out, “Why is the hair dryer on and sitting on the kitchen table?” he asked.
“Jo wanted to play salon,” you came running down the stairs, “Here’s the barrettes you wanted, sweetie. Daddy can be your next client while I make dinner.”
You grabbed the bag from Spencer and grinned.
Jo immediately went along with your plan, pulling out one of the chairs from the table, “Sit down, Daddy. I’ll be right with you in a second, we are very busy today. We are going to need some conditioner for those curls, they look dry.”
You let out a laugh.
“Yes, ma’am,” Spencer smiled, taking his seat.
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Much like he did for you on Mother’s Day, you and Jo made Spencer breakfast in bed on the morning of Father’s Day.
Jo was in charge of pouring the orange juice and Spencer’s coffee into cups while you baked cinnamon coffee cake.
Jo hopped off the counter when her job was done.
“Don’t forget to sign Daddy’s card please,” you reminded her.
After she had, you scribbled something at the bottom and tucked it into its envelope, placing it on the tray.
Even though you woke up earlier than usual to make breakfast, Spencer felt you trying to slip out of his arms in the early morning and woke up but you made him stay up there as to not ruin the surprise.
You and Jo marched up the stairs, holding gift bags and the breakfast tray.
“Happy’s Father’s Day!” you both cheered as you opened the bedroom door.
“Come here, Princess,” Spencer opened his arms as Jo scampered up onto the bed to give her dad a hug.
“And you too,” Spencer smiled at you after he finished hugging Jo.
You hummed in acknowledgment and gave him a quick kiss before taking a seat on the bed.
“Presents or breakfast first, Daddy?” Jo asked.
“Let’s do presents,” he said, seeing how excited Jo was to give him his gift.
Jo crawled into Spencer’s lap with the gift bag in hand.
Spencer pulled some pink tissue paper out, revealing the shirt you and Jo made last night.
Spencer chuckled, looking at the front.
“Look at the back,” you suggested.
Spencer turned the shirt around and his smile widened.
“I love it,” he kissed Jo’s head, “I’m going to wear it right now.”
Spencer pulled the shirt over his head.
“So handsome!” you grinned.
Next, Spencer opened a big canvas photo print of the three of you on you and Spencer’s wedding day.
“We have all that space on the living room wall downstairs so I figured we would fill it,” you smiled.
“It’s perfect,” he agreed, giving you another kiss, reaching for the last gift.
“Wait!” you snatched it away quickly, “Card first, then this.”
Spencer sent you a wary look but followed your instructions, reaching for the card instead.
Spencer ripped open the envelope and your heart was beating so fast.
Spencer rolled his eyes playfully when there was a bear and a cub on the front of the card.
Spencer opened the card and began reading it out loud.
“Happy Father’s Day to Papa Bear. We love you beary much. Love, Y/N, Jo, and…”
Spencer’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, “Y/N, are you serious?”
You nodded ecstatically, not being able to get the words out.
Spencer dove across the bed to have you in his arms as quickly as possible. You hugged him back just as tightly.
“and little one?” Jo asked, finishing reading the card, “Who’s little one?”
Spencer looked at you with happy tears brimming in his eyes to match yours. You nodded, letting him know that he could tell Jo.
“Jo,” Spencer let you go and scooped Jo up in his arms, “Mommy is pregnant so you are going to have a little brother or sister,” he smiled.
Jo beamed, “Really?”
“Yes,” you nodded as Spencer pulled your shirt up slightly and leaned down to press soft kisses all over your tummy.
“The baby’s in there?” Jo asked.
“Yes, you were in there once too,” you smiled.
Jo leaned over and joined Spencer in planting a soft kiss on your belly.
“Okay, now you can open this gift,” you pushed the final bag towards him.
Spencer pulled out a photo album titled ‘Family’.
“It’s not all the way filled yet but I added a few photos to start us off. Obviously, we have a lot more memories to make,” you smiled, placing a hand on your belly.
A/N: DAD SPENCE DAD SPENCE DAD SPENCE AGAIN!!!
taglist (send an ask to be added or removed): @samuel-de-champagne-problems @g0lden-cth @spencerreid9
#spencer reid fluff#dad!spencer#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer x reader#reid x reader
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picture perfect | k.m
pairings: kevin moon x reader
genre: art student au, strangers to lovers, art!student kevin, actor!reader, another secret admirer situation (yes i know we already did that in my sangyeon fit but it’s cute so idc)
summary: in which you find a sketchbook filled with drawings of you, and go on a mission to find the owner
word count: 8.5k (these just get longer and longer wow)
series: sankyeom’s 2k followers celebration
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Your psychology professor always spoke a mile a minute, and it made taking notes unnecessarily difficult. Usually when she lectured, your wrist cramped from writing so fast, and your classmates couldn’t wait to get out of the room. On one particular autumn afternoon, you stared into nothingness as your professor gave a lecture on Milgram’s experiments, running lines in your head instead of taking notes like you usually did.
When you were cast as one of the lead roles (who didn’t even have that many lines to begin with) in your University’s winter play of An Ideal Husband, you were ecstatic to be given a new challenge. You had never been involved in acting or theatre before University, and you always felt like you were behind your peers. Your excitement soon morphed into something less productive: fear.
You were so afraid to mess up and disappoint your peers that you frequently did poorly in rehearsals and were the source of your cast’s frustrations. Perhaps it was your lack of experience, or perhaps it was because you didn’t really have any faith in yourself. Either way, it was all you could think about.
As your classmates started packing up to leave, you realised that the lecture was over and that you had just been in your own head for over an hour without learning anything from your class. Scrambling to pack up, you put away your notebooks and pencils as your phone chimed. Checking the text, you saw a message from your friend Sunwoo asking if you wanted to get lunch with him.
Getting to your feet, you texted Sunwoo that you were down for lunch as you exited the now empty lecture hall. As you left, you felt your shoe come in contact with a solid object in the doorway; a notebook that somebody must have dropped on the way out. Knowing that you would want your notes back if someone found them – especially in this class, where your professor spoke way too fast – you opened the notebook to see who it belonged to.
Your breath caught in your throat.
It wasn’t a notebook, it was a sketchbook. With a drawing of you on the first page.
At first, you scolded yourself for assuming that the person in the drawing was you. It was presumptuous of you, wasn’t it? But the texture, colour, and length of the person’s hair perfectly matched yours. The person in the picture had your eyes, skin, clothes, and smile.
Perhaps it wasn’t so arrogant of you to presume that you were being depicted in the drawing.
“That’s a lovely drawing,” Professor Shin, who was on her way out, complimented. “You’re an excellent artist.”
You glanced up from the page, feeling a little dizzy. “It’s not mine,” you admitted, head spinning at the idea of somebody drawing you. Plain, simple, me? You couldn’t believe it. “I just found it here on the floor.”
“Looks like somebody admires you,” your Professor mused, smiling before bidding you farewell, leaving you standing in an empty lecture hall, clutching the sketchbook in your hands.
You tried to find a name on the other side of the cover, but there was no number or form of identification anywhere. The only thing that alluded to an identity was the small signature at the bottom right corner of the drawing.
Moon scribbles.
The first time Kevin saw you, he was seated three rows behind you in one of his Cultural Anthropology classes last semester. You were jotting notes as quickly as possible, brows furrowed together in concentration as you gripped your pen hard enough for your knuckles to turn white.
Kevin didn’t take any notes that day.
All the could do was watch you, appreciating the way your expressions changed as you understood the content, and the hesitance on your face when you volunteered an answer during class.
He didn’t mean to start drawing you. You had simply inspired him to pick up his pencil and start sketching, the soft strokes of the lead slowly but surely forming shapes that resembled your eyes, nose, lips…
Kevin didn’t think that you’d be all he could draw from that moment onwards. Even during his art classes; if the assignment was to study the scenery surrounding the University and draw a landscape, Kevin couldn’t get the image out of your face out of his head. Whether he used paint, charcoal, ink, or lead, it was your profile that emerged from his efforts.
Today was no different; Kevin was supposed to be studying the Psychology slides from class that day – which he hadn’t taken notes on because he was too busy sketching you – and yet he only had the urge to add the finishing touches to his drawing instead of facilitating his studying. Dragging his messenger bag over to his desk, Kevin rifled through it in search of his sketchbook. He had filled many, many pages with your face at that point, and it had become a habit for him to bring it everywhere with him in case he had the urge to draw.
Kevin furrowed his brows when he couldn’t find it. His heart pounded suddenly, the idea of him having lost his sketchbook in a place you might find it seeming terrifying and disastrous. After a final sweep of his bag – which included emptying it inside-out to make sure he didn’t miss anything – Kevin could only hope and pray that he’d find it before you did.
“You found what?” Sunwoo asked through a mouthful of noodles, his eyes comically large and rounded in surprise.
“A sketchbook full of drawings of me,” you replied in a monotone voice, knowing fully well that Sunwoo had heard and understood you the first time. This was the fourth time you had explained the situation, and it was starting to get a little old.
Eric narrowed his eyes, judging Sunwoo’s eating habits, before turning to face you. “Are the drawings cute?” he wondered.
“I wouldn’t say they’re cute,” you said absentmindedly, thinking back to the drawings you saw. After succumbing to your own curiosity, you had looked through the notebook to see what other drawings there were. You knew this was an invasion of privacy but you couldn’t help yourself. Surely enough, they were all of you.
“They were beautiful. Drawn in such detail that I couldn’t even believe it when I first saw them… And I look genuinely gorgeous in them,” you paused when Sunwoo scoffed at your words. “I’m not saying that to be vain,” you defended. “Trust me, I look much better in the sketches than in real life. Whoever drew them just… sees me differently than I see myself. I look beautiful in the pictures.”
“Your Professor’s right, it does sound like you’ve got yourself an admirer,” Eric teased you, pleased that somebody other than your close friends was starting to see how great you were. He wasn’t your best friend like Juyeon or Sunwoo, but he knew you well enough. “Did you get a name or anything?” he asked excitedly.
“Nothing,” you sulked. “I can take an educated guess that this person is probably in my Psych class since it’s the only class I have in that room, but who knows? It could be anyone that’s seen me before.”
“Maybe it’s one of your fans from the drama department,” Sunwoo poked fun at your cast members, not liking how they were treating you in rehearsals.
“Very funny,” you rolled your eyes, finally picking at your rice and starting to eat. “I just want to know who’s drawing me in such an amazing way. It’s so detailed that I assume it might be someone will a lot of skill, maybe an art major? But a lot of people draw as a hobby who aren’t art majors as well. Maybe-”
Eric interrupted you. “You’re thinking too much,” he said, trying to clam you down. “Just… slow down a little. Maybe they’ll come looking for it next time you have Psych? There’s no name or information so you can’t do anything to find them, anyways,” he rationalised, something that was usually your role in your friendships.
Your eyes lit up. “Moon scribbles,” you exclaimed.
Sunwoo gave you an unimpressed look. “Bless you.”
You ignored his cheek, taking out your phone and going onto Instagram. “The artist signed all of their drawings with a signature that says Moon scribbles,” you explained.
“You know it’s rude to go onto your phone during mealtimes,” Sunwoo replied.
You laughed. “I’ll be sure to remember that for the next time you do the same, Kim Sunwoo.”
After typing moonscribbles into the search bar, you saw an art page by the same name pop up. You couldn’t tell who it belonged to, as the bio vaguely gave information about the artist going to your University, studying art and being a pisces. Since the account was private, you decided to risk it and request to follow them, no matter how strange that might be if they weren’t the person you were looking for.
“I should have invited Juyeon out for lunch instead,” Sunwoo decided, picking at your rice dish in between bites of his noodles.
“Juyeon would rather hang out with Eric than you anyway,” you teased your friend back, knowing that Juyeon and Eric had a deeper friendship despite Sunwoo and Eric being the same age. Eric grinned, amused that the was the topic of discussion and not chiming in to deny anything. “And excuse me, I paid for lunch, you rascal! Now stop complaining, I’m done anyway.”
“Alright, fine. Did anything come up?” Sunwoo wondered, slapping your wrist when you tried to take some of his noodles. You rolled your eyes. Typical Sunwoo: always taking your food but never willing to share his with you.
“I don’t know yet,” you admitted. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
A few days passed without any response from moonscribbles on Instagram. You checked a few times a day to see if they ever accepted your request to follow them, but nothing ever came back. They didn’t deny your request, nor did they let you follow them either. It was frustrating, but it fell to the back of your mind after a week due to your schedule.
You had started doing full rehearsals with your cast members on stage for the play. At first, you thought that the setting might help you remember your lines and act without feeling awkward, but you were wrong. Most of your cast mates thought you got one of the lead roles for an alternate reason; perhaps you were related to someone on the University’s board and the director put you in because they wanted to keep their job. None of that was true, of course, but it didn’t help you make any friends.
The only friend you made was Younghoon, who played the lead opposite you, and with whom you frequently got together to go over lines and practice. He was one of those actors who was a completely different person from his role; he could keep be totally in character while doing his lines and the second the scene was over, he was back to his smiley self.
It didn’t help your confidence that he was an absolute pro. It only made you seem less competent in comparison, and you scolded yourself for even thinking that. Of course you knew it wasn’t Younghoon’s fault that he was simply much better at acting than you, but it definitely hurt your pride even more.
After another disastrous rehearsal, your cast mates had left to go backstage so you could have a word with the director. Younghoon sent you an encouraging smile and a pat on the shoulder before he followed your cast mates backstage, going over his lines in a faint whisper.
“Y/n,” your director began gently. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but what’s up with you?” You said nothing, prompting her to keep talking. “Your audition was really great. I knew I wanted you to play a lead role the second you were done auditioning. But you’ve been doing pretty poorly in rehearsals.”
“I know,” you admitted. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Your director sighed. “Look Y/n, I still want you to play your role. I like your chemistry with Younghoon and I think you guys could be really great leads. But if things don’t improve, I’m going to have to replace you with your understudy for the sake of this production.”
Even though you knew it was the obvious thing to do, it still hurt to hear. “I understand,” you whispered, nodding as you glanced at the floor.
“I really hope you can figure this out,” your director said, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “Let me know if I can help in any way, okay?” You nodded, and your director excused herself, leaving you standing at the edge of the stage by yourself.
You groaned once you were alone, taking a seat at the edge of the stage and letting your legs dangle over the edge. Welcoming the silence in the theatre as most of the cast had left for the day, you allowed yourself to lay back and close your eyes.
Why couldn’t you get this right?
Maybe I should just quit the play, you thought to yourself. It’s probably for the best.
When you heard the gentle patter of footsteps leading onto the stage, you spoke without opening your eyes. “Let me guess, you came to tell me how terrible I am too?” you uttered, not even caring who it was anymore.
The footsteps paused. “Um, actually, I’m just here to paint the sets…” a soft male voice spoke, causing you to open your eyes and sit up.
A familiar face stood a few metres away from you, paintbrushes and paints in hand. He had black hair that slightly covered his eyes, cat-like eyes and small lips that were pursed at the awkward interaction the two of you had just had.
“Sorry,” you apologised, getting to your feet. “It’s been a rough day,” you paused. “You’re Kevin, right?”
He looked surprised that you knew who he was. “Oh. Yes, actually.”
“I’m close with Juyeon,” you explained, realising how strange it might seem that you knew his name and recognised him. “I suppose I should probably have led with that.”
Kevin smiled. “No worries. I know you as well, you’re Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Likewise,” you replied, bending down to collect your script and other belongings, pushing them into your tote bag as quickly as possible. “I’ll get out of your hair, then,” you smiled at him, implying it as your farewell.
“For the record, I don’t think you’re terrible,” Kevin confessed, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and starting to mix paints. You glanced at him. “Are you in your head a little? Maybe. But you’re far from terrible,” he assured you, his brown eyes brimming with kindness.
“That’s very nice of you to say,” you replied. “Thanks. Although, you seem more like an artist than an actor,” you added, teasing him just a little. You couldn’t help yourself, he was pretty cute.
Kevin laughed. “Fair enough,” he allowed. “If you want me to brag about being the lead in Aladdin in middle school, then I will.”
You placed your tote bag on your shoulder, holding your hands up in surrender. “I take it back,” you said immediately. “You have more experience than I do on stage.” The two of you shared grins.
“You’ll get the hang of it,” Kevin assured you. “If I can do it then you certainly can.”
He seemed really sincere, and you appreciated it. “Thanks, Kevin,” you said, feeling much lighter and in a far better mood than before Kevin had come on stage. “I’ll see you around,” you bid your farewells before exiting the stage.
You’d have to ask Juyeon more about his friend Kevin.
The next time you and Kevin bumped into each other was after one of your rehearsals a few weeks later.
You had improved in your rehearsal times, with a lot of help from Younghoon – who practiced with you in between classes – and Sunwoo – who you ran lines with anytime the two of you were together. When you were done rehearsing, your director had expressed how happy she was that you were starting to warm up to the stage and really get into the character the way she was hoping you would. Younghoon earned himself two week’s worth of free coffee from you, and your cast finally stopped glaring at you whenever you came to rehearsals.
“Oh, hey,” you greeted Kevin, who started coming onstage to work on the sets with other people who were involved in the production process. “Good to see you again,” you told him.
“You too,” Kevin beamed, his hair falling over his eyes just slightly. You had the urge to brush it out of the way so you could see him better, but you resisted the urge and scolded yourself for being so forward. “You guys are looking pretty good out there,” he complimented, waving at Younghoon as he left the theatre. His older friend gave him a knowing look, making big eyes at him and puckering his lips to tease Kevin about his crush on you.
“Thank you,” you smiled back at him, entirely clueless to Kevin cursing Younghoon with his eyes right in front of you. “The sets are really coming along too,” you commend him, gesturing around you. “It’s certainly adding some more colour to our rehearsals.”
“Glad to hear it,” Kevin replied. “Set painting isn’t exactly my vocation or anything, but it’s a fun way to help out with my skillset.”
“Skillset?” you echoed, tilting his head in curiosity.
“Ah,” Kevin cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um, I’m a fine arts major. So set painting is a little less refined than what I usually do. Not that I’m bragging,” he added quickly.
“Not at all,” you agreed, your eyes widening in realisation. “Fine arts, that’s a really cool major. You must be pretty talented to get into fine arts here, it’s such a competitive major,” your eyes widened in sudden realisation. “I’d love to see something of yours that doesn’t involve painting sets,” you motioned to the stage around you.
Kevin almost blushed. “Really?” he asked, his heart beat hammering in his chest at the idea of you seeing his art.
“Yeah,” you nodded your head eagerly. Partly because you were really curious about his art, but mostly because Kevin was pretty damn cute. “For sure! I mean, if you come to opening night of the play, I’d love to go see your art some time.”
“How’s this Saturday?” Kevin asked, his words almost slurring together at the speed he was talking. “The art department’s putting on an exhibition and a few of my drawings are going to be in it.”
“That sounds great,” you agreed. “Do you think I could bring some friends?”
Kevin nodded, his deep brown eyes brightening at the idea. “For sure! I already invited Juyeon but you can bring Sunwoo along as well.”
“Then I’ll be there,” you promised.
“Oh my god, are you touching the art?” you heard Kevin exclaim semi-loudly. You froze from your place, pointing at the water fountain from which you were filling up a cup of water to drink.
“What?” you asked dumbly, your eyes widening as Kevin smirked, hiding his laughter.
It was the Saturday of Kevin’s exhibition and you were doing your best to blend in with all the artistically-minded people in the room; admiring the paintings, motioning at the sculptures and pondering over the meanings behind the light exhibitions.
“I thought this was just a regular water fountain,” you tried to defend yourself.
“It is, I’m just messing with you,” Kevin shrugged, causing you to exhale in relief and slap Kevin’s arm.
“That was awful of you,” you scolded, unable to hide the large grin making its way onto your face. “You suck.”
“So I’ve heard,” Kevin retorted easily. “Hi. Thanks for coming.”
“Thanks for inviting me,” you replied. “So, when am I going to see your pieces?” you asked, motioning around the room. It was filled to the brim and people were bustling around the room to get a good look at every piece.
“Right now if you’re up for it,” Kevin suggested, waving as Juyeon and Sunwoo made their way over to the pair of you. You had excused yourself to get some water when Kevin spotted you and came over. “Hey guys. Sunwoo, good to see you again.”
“You too,” Sunwoo replied courteously, which was unlike him. Sunwoo knew Kevin vaguely through Juyeon, who was the same age as Kevin and had a lot of classes with him, and Eric, who Kevin often hung out with because they both spoke English. “Any of these yours?”
“A few,” Kevin said modestly.
Sunwoo nodded, looking around. “Are they good or are they more… conceptual?” he asked, his own way of asking whether or not Kevin’s art was a piece of crap or not.
You rolled your eyes. “Your eloquence astounds me, Sunwoo,” you said sarcastically.
“Well I might as well get to the point,” Sunwoo chided, glancing back at Kevin. “So?”
Kevin, who was observing you and Sunwoo with the same amused smile that Juyeon was, motioned the three of you over as he led you in the direction of his drawings. “I’m not so sure if they’re good, or conceptual, but I suppose you could judge that for yourself,” he told Sunwoo, coming to a halt in front of a display of drawings.
The drawings were lively and bright; colours in the form of pastels and charcoal bringing richness and warmth to the image. Most of his drawings depicted a faceless person. There were multiple drawings where the person was being portrayed from the back, and ones that were head-on didn’t have any facial features.
“These are amazing,” you breathed out, enchanted by the creativity of the drawings, as well as the immense detail that went into them.
“I like them,” Sunwoo decided, causing Juyeon to nod in agreement.
“They’re really good,” Juyeon complimented his friend, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m really glad you decided to put something on display this year.” Juyeon knew all about the artistic slump Kevin was in last year, so he didn’t have any art on display.
Kevin thanked Juyeon quietly, still studying your expression. “Can I ask why they’re faceless?” you asked, tilting your head as you studied the drawings further.
“Ah, that,” Kevin began, an uncharacteristic shyness appearing in his tone. “Well, I’ve been inspired by somebody for a few months now,” he explained. “I suppose I made my drawings faceless because I don’t want people to know who my muse is. I’m not ready to face how I feel when I draw them yet, and I think it’s too personal to put in an exhibition.”
You nodded your head, understanding where he was coming from. “That’s really great. I hope that one day I’ll get to see their face,” you said kindly, genuinely enjoying his art. Your eyes widened as you realised something. “Hey, do you know the other students in your major well?” you asked him.
Kevin raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of topic. “Yeah, I think so. We’re a small major and I have all of my 300-level classes with all the same people. Why do you ask?”
“Would you be able to recognise one of your peer’s work?” you inquired, the sketchbook in your dorm room burning a hole in your mind. He might be able to solve my curiosity.
“Maybe,” Kevin drawled slowly. “Why?” he found your sudden change of pace surprising. “What’s up?”
“Well, I found someone’s sketchbook in one of my classes and I was wondering who it belonged to,” you began, hesitating before bringing up the sketchbook you found in your Psychology class. “But they didn’t put their name on it so I can’t return it to the owner. It was really detailed and skilled work, so I thought they might be a fine arts major.”
Kevin’s heart plummeted into his stomach.
His worst nightmare had come true: you had found his sketchbook. His sketchbook that was filled with his heart-felt drawings of you. And here you were, asking him if he knew who it belonged to. Somehow, it was equal parts thrilling and mortifying.
Sunwoo, having heard about your secret admirer decided to check out a different part of the exhibition, but Juyeon – who was hearing this for the first time – stayed out of curiosity. “You found someone’s sketchbook?” he repeated. “What was in it?”
You laughed awkwardly. “Oh. Well, here’s the thing… There’s some drawings of me in it,” you admitted, feeling shy about divulging everything about the sketchbook to Kevin. “I just… I guess I want to meet the person that made me feel so vibrant and beautiful when looking at the drawings.”
“You have an admirer,” Juyeon realised, beaming at you; eyes squinting into little crescents. “That’s adorable. Does it say anything inside?”
“Yeah it does, actually,” you told him, giving him a smile before meeting Kevin’s eyes again. “All of the drawings are signed with the handle Moon scribbles,” you recalled. “No name or phone number, though.”
Juyeon’s brows furrowed together. “Kev, isn’t Moon scribbles-“
“A really interesting name?” Kevin cut Juyeon off, sending him the clear message that he wasn’t ready to tell you about the fact that you were his muse and he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Getting the message, Juyeon eagerly agreed, thanking Kevin for finishing his train of thought. “Um, I don’t think I’ve heard of it before. But if you show me the drawings, maybe I could recognise the style?” Kevin suggested, coming up with a solution for you to find the owner of the sketchbook.
“That would be really great, actually,” you acknowledged. “I could bring it by the next time we hang out,” you suggested, excited to figure out who you should thank for their hard work.
“Next time?” Kevin echoed, excitement filling his stomach. “Are you really so eager to solve your mystery?” he teased you.
“Well, you’re not such a bad addition,” you added with a wink.
Kevin’s heart soared.
You met up with Kevin in the library a few days later to show him your sketchbook. It was good timing because you definitely needed to study for your Psychology class after zoning out in your last few lectures, so the library was the perfect setting to meet.
“Hey,” you greeted Kevin, taking the seat next to him on one of the sofas in the more secluded area of the library.
“Hi,” Kevin mumbled in return, his voice sounding quieter and more hoarse than usual. At first, you thought it might be the fact that he had to whisper that made him sound more quiet. Then, you spotted the dark circles under his eyes and the fact that he was wearing glasses, which he didn’t normally do.
“You okay?” you asked him, seeing him stretch out and yawn in his seat.
“Me?” Kevin murmured, meeting your gaze with tired, glazed-over eyes. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Not to sound like an asshole who’s telling you that you look terrible, which I’m not, but you look really tired,” you had to tell Kevin. “Are you sure you’re up for this? You look like you could use some sleep.”
“Sleep,” Kevin said the word like it’s funny. “Sleep and I… we aren’t friends.”
You smiled sympathetically at your new friend. “Up all night studying?” you wondered.
“Insomnia,” Kevin corrected you.
“Ah,” you nodded in understanding. “So sleep is… a distant acquaintance?” you played off his previous joke.
“Something like that,” he allowed, moving his glasses up onto his forehead to rub his eyes. “I’m good, though. I look like this most days, don’t worry about it.”
“If you say so,” you trail off, your concern still not being calmed by Kevin’s explanation. “We can do this anther time if it helps, though. I wouldn’t want you to be unwell because of me.”
Kevin grinned, adjusting the beanie on his head. “But I couldn’t possibly be unwell if I’m around you,” he said, pointing his finger in the air as if he had made an excellent realisation. “Now, show me the sketchbook.”
You pulled the sketchbook out of your tote bag and handed it over to him.
Seeing it right in front of him, Kevin could confirm that it was definitely his sketch book that you had found. Although the chances of another person on campus being entirely smitten by you to the point where you became their artistic muse was slim, it wasn’t zero.
“Can I,” he motioned to the sketchbook, asking for permission to open it. It was incredibly ironic, but Kevin was too embarrassed to come clean about the sketchbook being his.
“Go ahead,” you nodded, telling him to flip through the pages.
Kevin did so, pretending he was seeing all the drawings for the first time. He paused on every page, looking over the details in the sketches and the way they realistically depicted your features. Even though he was the one who drew them, Kevin could admit that the drawings were really great. They were great because he appreciated the subject and was inspired by you. That much was clear to anybody.
“Wow,” Kevin said when he was done looking at all the drawings, holding the sketchbook on his lap. “That’s… you,” he observed, as if he didn’t already know.
“So I’m not crazy?” you asked immediately, biting your lip. “That’s me?” you glanced down at the open page in front of Kevin, seeing the resemblance between you and the person in the drawing.
“Oh it’s definitely you,” Kevin confirmed. “Unless you have an identical twin somewhere out there, there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s you.”
You let out a relieved sigh, leaning back onto the sofa. “Okay, good. I thought I was being really shallow and presumptuous at first but it’s good that you agree,” you told him, feeling a weight being lifted off your chest. “So, does it look familiar?”
“I’m not sure,” Kevin replied vaguely, wondering how he was going to get himself out of this one. “Do you think I could keep this? Maybe look over it a few more times when I’m not about to pass out,” he added.
“Sure,” you allowed. You trusted Kevin enough that he wouldn’t lose the sketchbook, since all of your mutual friends spoke very highly of him. Besides, you were becoming more impressed by him every time the two of you met. “I hope something comes up. I looked moonscribbles up on Instagram but their account is private and they haven’t responded to my follow request yet.”
Kevin had completely forgotten about his private art Instagram account. Before he was inspired by you to draw, he was in a serious slump and had been spiralling downwards. In this time, he made his Instagram account private in an effort to not think about it too much. Kevin scolded himself for not realising that you would look him up on social media to find him.
“That’s too bad,” he said sympathetically. “Maybe they’ll respond soon?”
“I hope so,” you mumbled, sighing. “I just… I want to meet them.”
“Just out of curiosity, why do you want to meet them so badly?” Kevin wondered. “Because they drew pretty pictures of you?”
“Kind of?” you replied unsurely. “That’s definitely part of it. I guess I wanted to meet somebody who thought I was vibrant and colourful and beautiful,” you shrugged, glancing down at your lap. “Because I don’t think that about myself at all. It’s why I suck at acting, and it’s why my cast mates hate me. I just thought that if somebody out there really thought I was special, maybe I would have a reason to believe it, too.”
Kevin felt butterflies rising in his stomach again, but not in a fluttery, nervous way. He was anxious about what was going to happen. “I’ll do my best to help out,” he said gently. “And Y/n?” you looked back up at Kevin. “I think you’re special,” he admitted. “A lot of people do. Juyeon, Sunwoo, Eric, Younghoon… You don’t need Moon scribbles to be special, you’re already special to us.”
A grateful, shy smile spread across your lips at his words. “Thanks, Kev. For your help, and for saying that. I really appreciate it,” you acknowledged afterwards, realising that Kevin was going out of his way to figure out your mystery while he was dead tired.
Noticing the shift in atmosphere, you cleared your throat and changed the subject, heart hammering. “I’m going to stay here and study for my Psychology class, so you don’t have to stay if you’d rather get some sleep.”
“Psychology?” Kevin echoed. “Are you taking it with Professor Shin?”
“Yes,” you groaned. “She talks so fast that my hand feels like it’s going to fall off after her lectures,” you complained.
Kevin laughed. “I can relate,” he commented. “I didn’t think you were in my class. I’m in section fifteen, what about you?”
“Section twenty-two,” you said, shrugging. “Although I’m glad to hear that it’s not just my class that she’s driving crazy.”
“Ditto,” Kevin agreed. “I actually have to get some studying done for that class too. You mind if I stay?”
“Not at all,” you promised. “It always helps to study with a friend,” you added, pulling out your notes and laptop from your tote bag.
After setting up all of your work, you quickly got to studying, cross-referencing terms from your notes to the textbook to make sure you didn’t write down anything wrong in your hurry. Kevin was silent and still beside you, which you took no notice of because you were so focused. In your distraction, he soon drifted off to sleep with his pencil still in hand, head lulling back to rest on the sofa as his eyes shut by their own accord.
Forty minutes later, you had finished both of the units on Social Psychology and furrowed your brows at an unfamiliar name. “Hey Kev, did you guys talk about-“ you paused after turning to face your new friend, seeing that he was peacefully sleeping, his head now leaning to the side to face you.
The sight of him sleeping peacefully warmed your heart, especially after he had talked about his insomnia earlier. Smiling, you pulled your headphones out of your tote bag so you could listen to the recorded lectures in favour of waking up Kevin to ask him for help. As carefully as you could, you slid the pencil out of his palm and placed it to the side so he could get some rest.
You spent the next half an hour studying in silence, until you noticed Eric, Sunwoo and Jacob walking up to you and Kevin. “Hey,” Sunwoo greeted you, earning a wave from you.
“Hi guys,” you whispered back. “What’s up?”
“Are you and Kevin dating?” Eric interrupted whatever Sunwoo was about to say, an excited glint in his eyes. “You guys are in the make-out section of the library!”
You made a face. “That’s why nobody’s here?” you realised, looking around and frowning. “No, Eric. We’re just studying together.”
Jacob grinned. “Looks like Kevin’s making really great progress on that front,” he teased. “I’m Jacob, by the way,” he added, since the two of you hadn’t properly been introduced yet.
“I’m Y/n,” you replied. “Nice to finally meet you! These rascals have told me all about you,” you motioned to Sunwoo and Eric, who beamed proudly.
“I’ve heard a lot about you as well,” Jacob replied. “And I’ve come to collect Kevin. If he doesn’t wake up soon, he’s going to miss his Ceramics class,” he explained.
“Aw,” you pouted, glancing over at Kevin. “He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping, though. And he said he was struggling to sleep.”
“Yeah,” Jacob agreed. “I hate waking him. Believe me, I’m his roommate so I see it all first-hand. But attendance is graded in this class, so…” he trailed off with a small shrug before leaning over and waking Kevin up.
Kevin awoke, eyes blinking drowsily as he took in the image of four people staring at him. “What did I do?” he asked, wondering what prompted all the attention.
You grinned, finding the sight rather cute. “Your wake-up service is here to tell you it’s ceramics time,” you explained.
“I fell asleep,” Kevin realised. “I’m sorry,” he apologised, feeling bad that you were studying in silence when you were supposed to be helping each other out.
“Don’t be, I’m glad you got some shut-eye,” you assured him. “Go get ready for your class.”
Kevin gathered all of his things into his bag and waved his goodbyes, trudging out of the library with Jacob. “So,” Jacob began, a wide grin gracing his features. “That’s Y/n?” he teased.
“Yes, that’s Y/n,” Kevin replied quietly.
“The famous Y/n?”
“Oh my god please tell me you didn’t say anything to Y/n.”
“What should I have said? Oh so you’re the Y/n that Kevin has been in love with all semester! The famous muse! Nice to meet you, I’m the guy that has to listen to him gush about you.”
“Don’t make me hide your guitar.”
moonscribbles accepted your follow request!
You sat up from where you were lying down on your bed, startled at the notification you had just received. Racing to open your Instagram app, you looked at moonscribbles’s account. None of the drawings on their account were of you, so you couldn’t decide if they were the right person. But they simply had to be. They went to your school, they studied art…
Braving it, you decided to send them a private message.
Hi! I think I found your sketchbook in Professor Shin’s lecture hall. How do you want me to return it to you?
You waited for a response, which came within a minute.
You can keep it.
You were pouting over your cereal in the dining hall when Juyeon joined you, his plate stacked high with all kinds of delicious breakfast foods. “Hey pouty,” he teased you, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge when he took the seat next to yours. His smile never failed to cheer you up, which is why your frown caused concern to grow in your best friend. “Why the long face?”
“I’m never going to meet moonscribbles,” you told him, your eyes uncharacteristically sad and shiny when they met Juyeon’s.
He startled at how upset you were. “What? Why would you say that?”
“They accepted my follow request on Instagram,” you explained. “And they told me I could keep the sketchbook. Then they went offline,” you recalled. “I guess I was wrong about them.”
“I’m sorry. Whoever they are, they clearly have no idea what they’re missing.” Juyeon frowned, sympathetic of your situation and confused about what Kevin thought he was doing.
“What who’s missing?” Jacob and Eric took the seats opposite you and Juyeon, their plates equally filled with breakfast foods.
“Moon scribbles,” you said vaguely, not wanting to get into it with anyone other than Juyeon and Sunwoo. While you were starting to get to know Jacob better, you didn’t feel comfortable enough around them to discuss the matter with them. And of course you loved Eric, and he knew your situation, but you hadn’t anticipated feeling so upset about Moon scribbles’s response.
“Kevin?” Jacob asked innocently, picking up his fork and elbowing Eric so he wouldn’t steal his food. “What did he do?”
Your eyes snapped over to Jacob. “What did you just say?” you asked. Juyeon’s eyes widened, mouth slightly open as Jacob revealed Kevin’s secret to you without even realising it.
“I was asking what Kevin did,” Jacob repeated. “You said Moon scribbles, didn’t you? Kevin’s artist handle?”
“That’s clever,” Eric chimed in, innocently eating his food. “Since his last name is Moon, and all.” Then his eyes widened and he realised the situation, his gaze snapping over at you to see how you were handling the reveal.
In that moment, you’d never felt like more of an idiot.
“Kevin is Moon scribbles,” you echoed, dropping your fork onto your tray.
“Oh,” Jacob paused, reading the room as he saw the way Juyeon was staring at him. “Did you… not know that?”
“No,” you told him, having lost your already minimal appetite. “He didn’t say a thing.”
“Oh boy,” Jacob said awkwardly. “I feel like I definitely just messed up.”
“No, no,” you denied, waving your hand in Jacob’s direction. “Not at all. I’m just glad that I know who it is,” you tried to convince him, as well as yourself. “Did you know?” you asked Juyeon. “That day at the exhibition… You were trying to tell me that you knew it was Kevin, weren’t you?”
“Yes, I knew,” Juyeon replied slowly, confirming your suspicions.
For a moment, a dull pain ached in your chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, hurt that your best friend had lied to you.
“Because I figured Kevin wanted to tell you in his own time,” he explained. “I wasn’t trying to keep anything from you, I just thought he’d do the right thing and explain it to you himself. It felt like it wasn’t my news to tell.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “I understand,” you got to your feet, grabbing your tray after putting your bag on your shoulder.
Juyeon stood up with you. “Are you upset with me?” he asked. “Because I understand if you are.”
You did your best to smile, not caring if it looked real or not. “I’m not upset with you,” you assured him. “I’m upset, but not at you. I have to get to the last dress rehearsal before opening night, so,” you glanced over at Jacob and Eric, who both looked mortified. “Enjoy your breakfast,” you told them before putting your tray away and walking to the theatre as quickly as you could.
“Hey!” your director greeted you when you came in, beaming. “You’re like a half hour early,” she observed.
“Oh, I’ve just come to go over lines and talk to some friends,” you lied, smiling at her before stepping backstage. The set design volunteers were adding last-minute touched to their sets, and you knew that was where you’d find Kevin.
“Hey,” he greeted you when you arrived in front of him. “What’s up?”
“Moon scribbles doesn’t want their sketchbook back,” you told him, as if you didn’t know that he was Moon scribbles. “So you don’t have to keep looking for them,” you added.
“Oh, okay,” Kevin nodded as if he didn’t already know this. “Did you want the sketchbook back?”
“You can keep it,” you declined, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s rightfully yours anyway.”
Kevin paused his painting. “It is?” he asked, voice squeaking just slightly in surprise.
“Yeah, Moon scribbles,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “Besides, it’s the only way you’ll get to see me ever again, anyway,” you added, frowning as you turned around to go. “Bye, Kevin.”
“Wait,” Kevin put his fine paintbrush down to stop you from leaving.
“What?” you asked him, facing him with a raised eyebrow. “You know what, I actually really want to hear this. What exactly is it that you’re going to say to save this situation?” you wondered.
Kevin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean for it to go on this long,” he began.
“That’s a joke,” you accused. “You knew how much this meant to me! Just admit that you were never going to tell me that you’re Moon scribbles.”
“How could I tell you?” Kevin exclaimed, startling you with his sudden increase in volume. “How could I just come forward and tell you that it was me? What would you have thought of me?”
“I’d have thought more of you than I do now,” you retorted. “Look, I get it now. I read the situation all wrong. You don’t think I’m special or vibrant or any of those things. You just drew me because I was there, I suppose,” you decided, feeling your heart dropping in your chest at your own words.
“That is not true,” Kevin denied, shaking his head. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”
“I suppose you might have though I was pretty if you drew me,” you allowed. “But clearly, I was putting too much onto this whole Moon scribbles thing, and it didn’t mean anything to you at all. Which is fine, it doesn’t have to mean anything. It just sucks that you couldn’t just tell me that to my face,” you confessed wholeheartedly. “But it’s fine. You can just go back to drawing your faceless muse now, I’m over it,” you lied.
“That’s not why I didn’t want to tell you that I’m Moon scribbles,” Kevin insisted. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to think I drew you just because you’re beautiful.”
“That worked out well,” you muttered.
Kevin sighed. “I don’t care about your looks, as ironic as that sounds. When I first saw you… You exuded an aura. I know that sounds cheesy and not everyone believes in vibes or energy, or whatever, but it’s true. You inspired me to draw and be creative,” he explained. “But I liked you when I met you. When I saw you in class and when I saw you around Sunwoo and Juyeon. You don’t get it. You are my faceless muse. You have been ever since our Cultural Anthropology class last semester.”
That stopped your train of thought. “You were in that class?” you repeated, confused.
“Yes I was. The first time I saw you… I swear, I haven’t drawn anything other than you since that day,” Kevin’s tone was uncharacteristically serious, and you felt inclined to believe him. “No matter how hard I tried. Flowers turned into your eyes, landscapes became your hair; I was a man possessed. I still am.”
“Then why not tell me all of this?” you wondered, frustrated with the situation.
“I thought that if you found out I was Moon scribbles, you’d just think I was shallow,” he paused. “Or worse.”
You rose an eyebrow. “Worse?”
Now it was Kevin’s turn to sound frustrated. “I mean, I’m not so great and special. I figured you’d be disappointed that it’s me.”
Your heart clenched for him. “How could I be disappointed that it’s you?” you asked him. “You’re great. It’s me who’s awful.”
“You aren’t awful,” he denied. “You’re so much greater than you can see. Don’t you get it? You inspired me to create after the most awful year I’ve ever had artistically. I drew you instead of studying, I drew you instead of leaving my dorm, hell, I drew you instead of sleeping. You didn’t misunderstand anything. I do think that you’re special, and vibrant.”
You buried your face in your hands. “Okay,” you spoke quietly, your mind spinning in circles. “I believe you.”
Kevin nodded. “Good.”
You nodded back at him, unsure of how to continue. “So… You have a sketchbook full of drawings of me,” you decided to tease him, just to bring some of the usual lightheartedness you felt around Kevin back.
Kevin visibly reddened at your words. “I mean… I’d be lying if I said it was just one,” he confessed.
You brightened at his words. “You have multiple sketchbooks full of drawings of me?” you exclaimed.
“I made drawings of you for the art exhibition,” he reminded you. “I haven’t been able to draw anything else for seven months. And I draw a lot, so the sketchbooks just started piling up. Plus my iPad,” catching the delighted glint in your eyes, Kevin cut himself off. “You know what, we don’t have to talk about my iPad.”
You smiled, flattered that Kevin had been so inspired by you. “Well, thank you. For filling sketchbooks and iPads and whatever other mediums with drawings of me. You made me feel seen for the first time in a really long time, and I appreciate it,” you acknowledged his efforts. “Is this why everyone acts so weird when we’re together?” you put the pieces together.
“What are you talking about?” Kevin asked, dreading your answer.
“Eric practically skips over to me whenever he sees me now, asking about you and all kinds of other things. Jacob is a lot more subtle, but he looks at me like a proud dad sometimes,” you explained.
Kevin rested his palm against his forehead. “Why are they so obvious?”
“The real question is: Why was Juyeon the least obvious,” you retorted.
“I think he just wanted us both to figure things out in our own time,” Kevin mused, earning a hum and a nod in agreement from you.
“Hey Y/n,” Younghoon poked his head around the corner. “We’re getting ready for rehearsals. Are you going to be done in time to change?” he asked, eyes flitting between you and Kevin.
“Yeah, I’m good to start getting ready. Thanks Younghoon,” you agreed, grateful that your friend wasn’t making a big deal out of what he might have overheard. Younghoon nodded, disappearing with a wink to get himself ready. “Well, that’s my cue,” you trailed off, motioning to the backstage area where you had to get changed for your last dress rehearsal.
Kevin nodded, slightly upset that your conversation didn’t come to a closure yet. “Okay,” he replied. “I guess I’ll see you around?”
You agreed with him, grabbing your bag from where you dropped it on the floor and making your way to the changing rooms. Before you opened the door, you turned back to face Kevin, who had been watching you leave. “I came to your exhibition, so you have to come to opening night,” you reminded him of the agreement the two of you made.
“I’ll be there,” Kevin assured you, taking it as a sign that the two of you could still – at the very least – be friends.
“Good,” you smiled. “And after opening night, we have a few days off so I would definitely be available, say, Wednesday?” you informed him, hoping he’d get the idea.
Kevin brightened up, his posture straightening suddenly. “Oh?” he stammered. “Would you maybe want to get dinner on Wednesday?” he offered. “Like, a date?”
You grinned, your eye dropping into a wink. “What an excellent idea,” you told him. “By the way, don’t bother asking the boys about what I like, they’re completely clueless. My favourite flowers are peonies.”
“Peonies,” Kevin repeated, accompanied by a nod. “Any preferred colour?” he asked, giddy with excitement at the outcome your confrontation had.
You shrugged. “Surprise me.”
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