HELLOO!!!!! first tumblr post this is crazy!!!!
my name is Sprout, and I mainly draw ocs, jrwi fanart and qsmp fanart!
HERE'S MY MOST RECENT JRWI ART
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Is it too early to hand out Teen Wolf movie stickers or---
Edit; I changed "boyfriend" to their names instead (I think the complicated feelings part makes more sense then tbh!)
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More Dani Torrent Yoozens!
The studying is going very well this evening. Yoosung's mind is sharp and receptive. He's stretched comfortably on the couch, thin worn library paperback in hand, and devours page after page, muttering to himself unintelligibly as he goes through self-checks after chapters.
Yes, studying is going well this evening.
When something pokes his leg, he just rubs the spot with his other foot, still focused on the text. Then, the couch caves, and Yoosung feels a familiar weight settle over him. Zen covers Yoosung's body with his own, slides his head under his hands holding the book, rests on Yoosung's shoulder.
'Hey.'
The muffled phrase warms Yoosung's arm.
'Hey,' he responds, habitually. A smile creeps to his lips.
Zen is heavy, warm. He smells fresh, of shower gel and clean skin: he's just washed after his evening workout. Yoosung takes a deep, slow breath. He loves Zen's weight over him like this, but he knows it's bound to get painful very soon. And he also knows that Zen is aware of that, and that he will not let it happen.
'Tired?'
'Mhm.' Zen nods, nuzzling into his arm. 'Whatcha reading?'
'Occupational safety and health. Retaking for the previous year.'
'They don't have a digital textbook?'
'Paper's easier on the eye.'
Zen hums a little noise of understanding. His lower body slides off to the side of the couch, making it instantly easier to breathe.
'Mind if I stay here?'
'No, but I'm gonna be reading. Got the exam soon. Okay?'
'I'm not gonna bother. Just gonna listen to your heart for a bit.'
Yoosung smiles.
'Mhm.'
Zen shifts a little, making himself more comfortable on Yoosung's chest.
'I'm not choking you?'
'Nah.'
'Doesn't hurt?'
'Nah.'
Zen nods into him, satisfied. Yoosung settles the book on his back. Perfectly on eye level. Nice.
'Comfy?' Zen asks. A smile sounds in his voice.
'Mhm.'
'Tell me if you start getting uncomfy like this.'
Yoosung smiles a little to himself. It's quickly getting dark outside, but the light is on in the living room. He's stretched comfortably on the couch. Zen is huddled beside him and on him, legs hanging awkwardly far beyond the armrest. He's a little heavy on his ribcage, but he's made sure to not press the belly and to let Yoosung breathe. Long fingers softly caress his elbow before resting along his side. He might be a little sad, maybe that's why he's seeking comfort on Yoosung's chest. It's still difficult for him to ask for help, but he's getting there. Or might be he's just overcome with tenderness — if Yoosung wasn't busy, he would kiss him silly. Maybe he will, as soon as Yoosung puts down the book. But there doesn't seem to be anything urgent, judging by how easily Zen has settled, how even his breathing is, warming Yoosung's arm, how comfortable he looks, so relaxed.
Yoosung turns his head just slightly and presses a gentle kiss into pale hair. Then gets back to reading.
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