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ink-stained skin // reggie mantle soulmate au

Ink-stained Skin

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Summary: Reggie attempts to contact his soulmate through words written on his skin. (Y/N) attempts to push her soulmate away.

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(Y/N) sighed as the writing appeared on her skin. It had read:

‘I got football captain!‘ 

with a smiley face drawn at the end. Pushing herself up from her seat, she made her way towards the bathroom in hope of getting rid of the ink incorporated into her skin. It had been the third time in a week that her soulmate had written to her and it had been the third time in a week she had ignored the words he wrote.

She didn’t want to push him away but she also didn’t want to be with Reggie Mantle, the guy, who on most days had an iQ lower than her six year old cousin. Sure, he was built like a God and sure, he had enough sporting ability to make up for the lack of hers but she couldn’t be with him. Of course, she couldn’t be with him, not when they spent ever waking moment disagreeing over the simplest things. She knew it was him, however she tried her hardest to hide her identity from him.

He had tried to figure out who the person he was destined to be with ever since he realised that they existed.

He was eight when he first realised that his soulmate existed. Unlike the rest of his friends, he didn’t have a name etched into his skin, neither did he have a countdown on the wrist of his prominent arm. To Reggie, there was no sign of him having a soulmate. Until the very day, he saw a messy sketch of what seemed to be a rose appear on his right forearm during math class. He gazed around the room, wondering if it was anyone he already knew. Every year since, on the exact date, a rose appeared on his right forearm.

The sign of his soulmate’s existence that caused him to reach out to them occurred when he was thirteen. He felt a pain in his ankle that caused him to drop to the ground in the midst of a soccer game, clutching it in hopes it would stop the pain.

Later that evening, he picked up the purple sharpie that sat atop of his wooden desk and pressed it against his skin, doodling a frowning face, following it with the words:

‘I hope u r okay.’

He sat waiting for a response from his soulmate, shaking his leg impatiently. He sat waiting for a response; after an hour of waiting, he attempted to contact her again, etching the words:

‘ur probably asleep, i hope u get well soon’ 

and followed it with a doodle of himself.

She stared at his writing, only just noticing how messy it was. Analysing it closely, she realised it was his writing. It was Reggie Mantle’s writing. She recognised it from anywhere. Who wouldn’t recognise their lab partner’s writing?

It had been two weeks since Reggie had wrote to (Y/N) informing him of his new title as the captain of the Riverdale bulldogs.

She felt upset but she didn’t know why. She wasn’t that into Reggie. Looking down at her arm, she noticed a drawing of a sad face followed with the words:

‘silent treatment?’

She let out a small laugh at the words, deciding it would be an appropriate time to reply. After eight years of ignoring him, she finally replied to his words.

'never’

She sighed, maybe she had judged Reggie before even giving him a chance. “Oh god, what’s gotten you in this state? Is it Mantle?” Kevin spoke, earning his best friend’s attention. “So when are you going to fuck him?”

(Y/N) spun around in her chair and dragged herself toward him and smacked his arm. “I hate you.”

“Does he even know his infamous soulmate is you?”

“No and he’s not going to find out until we graduate!”

(Y/N) was about to join Kevin on her bed, when she felt a tickling sensation on her left forearm. She smiled at his response, his words making him seem like an excited child during Christmas.

Reggie looked down at his arm, smiling to himself. She had finally written back. “Dude, she wrote back.” he grinned “Andrews, she finally wrote back!”

“I’m happy for you, cap but coach wants us on the field.”

He spent all of practise counting down the minutes until he could reply to his soulmate. He was unsure whether his soulmate was a female or a male but it never really mattered to him.

After showering, he picked up a pen only to notice that his soulmate had drawn a small rabbit on her left wrist. For most of the eight years he knew of his soulmate’s existence, he had always thought that they were left handed, as the drawing of the rose always seemed to appear on his right forearm. He took his place next to Archie, waiting for coach Clayton to enter the locker room with the information about their next game.

Archie looked over at his smitten captain, knowing that there was no way he would be paying attention to a word their Coach had said, too infatuated with the new drawing on his arm. “She actually wrote back. What is she doing?” he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out from the back pockets of his jeans, wanting to text her.

Reggie was pulled out of his trance as he heard Archie’s mumbled words, his eyes widening slightly, Archie must’ve known who his soulmate was. “She? You know my soulmate!”

“Reggie, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Reggie nudged Archie playfully “Tell me.”

“No.”

(Y/N) could barely react before Kevin snatched her phone off her and answered Archie’s incoming call. She let out a groan, knowing that it would be related to Reggie.

“You’re writing back to Reggie? (Y/N), that’s a disaster waiting to happen.” Archie exclaimed as soon as she answered, causing Kevin to laugh. “You’ll never be able to hide your identity from him until graduation if you continue replying.”

“My god, Andrews, you sound like you’re in the midst of a mental breakdown.” Kevin scoffed “Plus, she’s only just started drooling over Mantle.”

“I’m coming over! I’m bringing food!”

Reggie sat in his car waiting for Moose to get back with their food. Looking at himself in the rear-view mirror, he noticed a bruise had formed on his bicep. Instantly, he picked up a pen and wrote to her, drawing a winking face

'how did u get ur bruise? hope you haven’t been fighting’

Within a few seconds, his soulmate had already responded.

'SORRY!!!! the door handle was a lot higher than i expected. hope you didn’t feel it.’

Reggie let out a small laugh, not even realising that Moose had joined him in the car.

“Dude, you’re whipped and you don’t even know who this person is. What if it’s some old dude who’s kidnapped your soulmate and is trying to lure you to his house?” Moose groaned. “You did order a steak burrito right?”

A new semester meant new classes, new activities. (Y/N) slumped into her seat during home room, Kevin to her right and Reggie sat behind him. He glanced up from his desk, only to be met with Kevin, whose head instantly shot back to face his best friend.

“Got a problem, Keller?” He spoke, earning a scoff from (Y/N) “You too, (L/N)?”

“Don’t inflate your ego any further there, Reginald. It might burst.” (Y/N) responded, turning back to face the front, not wanting to speak to him any further.

(Y/N) then realised the reason why she had been so hesitant to reveal who she was to him. It was because he was one of the most egotistical people she knew and the person she spoke to through her ink-stained skin was nothing like the person she knew.

As soon as the bell rang, (Y/N) pushed herself out in attempt to beat the crowd that would be gathering in front of her locker. As she rushed, she failed to weave through the desk, hitting her hip on the corner. She let out a groan, clutching her hip instantly.

Reggie felt the pain grow in his hip as he watched (Y/N) try to groan and walk the pain out. His eyes widening and a gasp falling from his lips.

“It’s you. You’re my soulmate.”

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Now let’s go to sleep, I have a feeling I’ll be late for school tomorrow…

(spoiler alert, she couldn’t even sleep, she squealed in her bed until her alarm went off… and so did he) 

it took me…. so long…… to finish this….. it wasn’t supposed to get this long, holy shit……….

ANYWAY, ANON WHO REQUESTED A REVEAL, I hope you like this… I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for but it’s what i could do. also please pretend you can’t notice i had no idea what i was doing 

EDIT: the text is a bit hard to read, so I wrote it down under the cut: 

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See You Soon | Yoongi

Summary: In which you live in a world where one stroke of a pen against your skin is a signage of forever, and Min Yoongi just has really good timing
Genre: Fluff with a touch of Angst, Soulmate!AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well
Word Count: 7,276
Author’s Note: I have officially joined the Soulmate!AU train of writers, and I hope this is worthy enough for that title. The original story was meant to be super short and super sweet, but of course I just kept adding more and more ideas into this and… this is the end result. Little warning, it is mainly Yoongi/Reader with a side of Jungkook/Reader so… take that as you will. 

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The first time images appear on your skin, you are 12 and have absolutely no idea why. Questions spring up in your mind like wildfire—alarming and so completely out of your control that you perform what could only be politely labeled as a scream before you dash to the bathroom, rubbing roughly at the skin of your arm until the flesh turns bright red. The marks, however, do not fade away.

Taking in a few sharp inhales, you collect your thoughts long enough to carefully study the marks that have been embedded into your skin—ink underneath the flesh that you carefully run your finger across. The end product looks to be a night sky along your forearm. There is a half-crescent moon and lazy stars dancing across the way; twinkling lines and hazy shapes and thick lines like they had been drawn with a sharpie.

For some odd reason, the longer you stare at the drawing, you don’t feel the panic settling back into your nerves. Rather, you feel more calm, peaceful, as if staring at the face of familiarity, like these drawings of half-crescent moons and 6 pointed stars genuinely mean something to you. Or at least, they hold enough significance that you don’t scream or continue trying to rub away the spots.

Your mother comes bounding into the room shortly after, startled by your scream until she sees the source of your apprehension and her lips curl up into a soft and understanding smile. It is right then and there, when she takes your arm, soothingly running her thumb up and down the expanse of the night sky that she spins the narrative of fate, destiny, and the universe.

She tells you that the moment people are born, they are instantly bound with another, tied together by some predetermined string, gifting you with someone you are meant to spend the rest of your life with. Someone who fit against every curve, someone who loved you in every aspect no matter what. Someone who would look at you, and you could just feel the weight of their stares like none other—set all your nerves on fire with just a single touch, leave you knowing without a doubt that that person was the one you were meant to spend your life with.

Your soulmate. Your other half.

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  • ok but a wolfstar university au
  • remus is a english lit student obviously because he’s a nerd
  • sirius is an art history student because he’s secretly an even bigger nerd
  • they’ve never met but both have a lecture on a monday, wednesday and friday in the same lecture theatre two hours apart
  • they both sit in the same seat every lecture
  • sirius never listens in lectures and doodles on the desk, carving drawings in the old wooden tables
  • one week he goes all out, draws an arty nude woman, posing ridiculously, while the lecturer goes on about the baroque movement or some shit he doesnt know
  • he leaves thinking nothing of it, but taking a quick snapchat and sending it to prongs with the caption ‘this is u’
  • he comes back two days later to see someone has critiqued it
  • ‘why is her navel so far down? surely it should be higher?’
  • sirius is taken aback - what kind of fucking nerd would critique someone’s lecture doodles
  • he decides to reply
  • ‘inspected a lot of ladies’ belly buttons, have you?’
  • he smirks to himself and actually takes some notes for once because this art stuff can actually be interesting sometimes, who knew?
  • on friday he returns to his seat to see another reply: ‘probably more than you, judging by your drawing’
  • sirius is hurt
  • he is OFFENDED
  • he has to let whoever this mysterious stranger is know how upset he is
  • he replies ‘fuk u’
  • the weekend passes, and sirius returns to find the word ‘mature’ written in the stranger’s script
  • conversation continues for several more weeks, until the light wood of the desk is practically turned black by the sheer amount of biro covering the surface
  • sirius is suddenly concerned - he had been enjoying conversing with this sarcastic stranger
  • this situation is salvageable
  • he steals one of marlene’s post its and scribbles his next reply on it and fixes it under the desk, then draws a big arrow pointing to the edge of the desk
  • that’ll do
  • he comes back to the next lecture to find a different, bright pink post it stuck in the same place with the words ‘this will get bad for the environment - text me’
  • there’s a number underneath
  • this is probably the least effort sirius has had to go to to get someone’s phone number at university so far, according to marlene
  • the mysterious stranger, who goes by moony, texts sirius infrequently
  • its always in intense short bursts
  • probably when they’re walking to and from classes
  • maybe it’s just when they’re in lectures
  • im not reading into this too much prongs shut up
  • sirius spends the majority of his time walking around campus with his head down, texting moony
  • it was usually smooth sailing, but one day he walks straight into someone else
  • some six foot, scrawny bloke on his phone
  • sirius looks at him and curses
  • fuck, he’s hot
  • he had dropped his phone, and mysterious hot boy had picked it up, and was now seemingly staring at the screen
  • damn, his cheekbones were sharp
  • sirius would like to cut himself on those
  • he wasnt even sure what that meant but he was feeling it
  • “i cant help but notice who youre texting,” hot boy says
  • sirius doesnt think he can speak right now, so he just pulls a face that he hopes conveys all of his confusion
  • it seems to work, because hot boy is giggling
  • actually giggling
  • fuck, hes cute
  • “youre texting me”
  • FUKC
  • moony hands sirius his phone back and laughs
  • “too bad about that lecture bench we destroyed, eh?”
  • long story short they make out a lot
  • its pretty gay
  • no one dies or betrays anyone
  • the end
*casually dumps a shitton of dear evan hansen/be more chill crossover headcanons*

EDIT: Now with a part 2!

NOTE: All of these headcanons take place within the crossover universe but not all of them feature characters from both musicals.  Some just involve DEH characters and some just involve BMC characters.  I JUST WANTED TO HEADCANON STUFF ABOUT THEM OKAY (also this is a hella long post so under the readmore it goes)

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Opportunities

Anon: College Klance, where Keith’s sick but he has a really important test in one of his classes so he goes to class anyway. Keith and Lance happen to have that class together, and normally Lance just tries to ignore the other boy, but the Keith waddles in wearing a big coat, scarf and a wool beanie. It’s like 80 degrees out, so he knows somethings off. Bonus: For Keith being light headed and having to be carried back to his dorm room. (PS Thank you for writing awesome fics)

A/N: So I heard you guys liked pining Lance. Cashing in the bonus, someone should draw Keith in winter gear with the scarf covering his face up to his bright-red nose.


Lance hadn’t noticed the boy before. He hadn’t noticed that mullet hair, or that red jacket, or that little glance they shared when the boy would walk in a minute before class started-

Okay, maybe he’d noticed. But that’s just because the guy sat in front of him in the lecture hall! How could he not look at the way his stupid hair turned up at the ends or the stupid way he twirled his stupid pencil with his stupid nice fingers-

Okay. Maybe he’d done more than notice. Maybe he’d put in some extra effort into trying to see the boy’s name on his test. Maybe he’d lost track of class while watching the boy lazily doodle on his notes. Maybe he’d seen ‘Keith Kogane’ on the list of packages at the front desk of his dorm hall and almost choked. Just maybe, though. Probably not. Definitely not.

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RFA+V+SAERAN: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

A/N: Here guys, I wrote this MONTHS ago (like right before we made the blog. It’s kinda like a part 2 to the one I wrote about who’s a doodler or a writer) And I figured i could give y’all something to read <3 ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -Pretty sure I’ve already established that this guy is a DOODLER

               -He’d doodle anything and everything

               -Stars, MC and himself, animals

               -Tries his hardest to professionally draw his LOLOL character

               -He’s the type to write out his characters stats on said piece of paper

               -  Kind of like Dungeons and Dragons

               -No inch of the paper is left blank

               -It makes no difference to him if the doodles overlap, they’re all beautiful in his eyes!!

               - Yoosung, sweetie, we can’t hang this up in a museum I’m sorry

*ZEN:

               -Are you kidding

               -Rewriting your lines is the best way to memorize them!

               -Some of the lines are written multiple times in a row

               -Others, you can’T EVEN READ THEM

               -ZEN AT LEAST BE ORGANIZED ABOUT THIS???

               -They’re written up, down, side-ways, diagonal (how do you read this, I’d get a headache)

               -“Babe, can you help me with this? Just read it and tell me if I’ve gotten it right!”

               -Uh, yeah, okay sure um lmao

               -You’re turning the paper around in circles to read the lines

               -“NEXT TIME WILL YOU JUST WRITE NORMALLY”

*JAEHEE:

               -Poor baby is so over worked, she’d probably be so confused over a blank piece of paper

               -“This…. is blank?? Shouldn’t there be reports printed on this so I can proofread?? What is hAPPENING”

               -Honestly just stares at the paper for a while before it finally clicks

               -“Hey, I don’t have to work on this, this is GREAT why don’t I have MORE blank pages of paper????”

               - Uses it as scratch paper to test if her pens are working

               -Doodles little angry emoticons every time she thinks about Jumin and his stupid projects

               -Really has no other use for this blank piece of paper

               -Doesn’t want to use it for work but also just….doesn’t…know…what to do

               -Yet, every time she comes across one in a folder, she brightens up a little

*JUMIN:

               -“This… is blank. This should not be blank. Who compiled this folder? Did they mean to leave a blank page at the end? Why is it-” JUMIN P L E A S E

               -No more files to look through? No more reports?

               -Welp, this blank page is now filled with more information on the project he was working on at the time

               -Hand writes notes on the paper and keeps it with the file

               - Why can’t you…I dunno… do something fun with it

               - Dammit Jumin

               -If he isn’t using the paper for notes, he’s using it to keep track of his future project ideas

               - “Cat hotels, cat wine, cat cat cat cat

               -Makes sure he finds this piece of paper is as organized and pretty as he finds Elizabeth the Third MC

*SAEYOUNG:

               -Memes

               -Seriously what else is he gonna do with his spare time

               -If he’s (surprisingly) not drawing memes on said piece of paper, he’ll write on it

               -…..write….in….BINARY

               -“Saeyoung you keep handing me this paper but I have no idea what it says”

               -“Figure it out :^)”

               -He likes to see how frustrated you get when you spend hours trying to figure it out on your own

               -You’d just Google it but he shut off the WiFi

               -He’s decided that he’ll write cute little messages in binary every time he finds a blank piece from now on

               -“This better not be a meme in binary, Saeyoung.” “MC! I would NEVER!”

               - Okay but this dork actually writes such sweet things to you, and can’t wait until you actually figure it out

*V:

               -“??? MC? Why are you handing me a blank piece of paper?”

               -Will probably be confused as well, but will quickly think of something to do

               -If you’re sitting with him, he’ll ask you to play silly little games with him!!

               -Tic-tac-toe! Dots and boxes! Pictionary!

               -Loves to mess with you when you play

               -“MC, look out the window, do you see that bird? Isn’t it beautiful? What are you talking about? I’ve had this many boxes before you turned around”

               - Always smiles and laughs, giving himself away

               -If you aren’t around to play, he’ll probably write cute messages for you to find around the house

*SAERAN:

               -“Saeran! Here! Draw your feelings on this piece of paper!!!”

               - Saeyoung, that’s a bad idea…

               -He’ll accept the paper, but waits until his brother leaves the room

               -Doesn’t draw on it, but scribbles words onto it that he hides from you

               -He calls Saeyoung back into the room as he folds the paper into an airplane

               -Aims for his “Idiot Brother’s” face

               -Leaves the room in disgust when Saeyoung starts to pout and fake cry

               - Y'all know the paper just had a big “Fuck You” written on it

               -You can’t even deny it

Obsession

‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. ‘We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.

'What?’

'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’

'Obsessed’

Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why had he waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.

Ao3

anonymous asked:

Do you have any good fluffy klance that you recommend?

Yall are keeping me busy xD but here we go!

Again, all of you can search through this list, its been filtered down to klance ^^

Theres also these works of mine: One, two, three, four, five. All are pretty much angst free, if there is any, its really light.


And, action! by staysharp

Summary: “Listen, where do you go to college?”“Why does a movie star want to know?”“So I can take you out for coffee as an apology.”(or alternatively, Keith receives a call not meant for him but he manages to get involved in the caller’s life in ways he never would have imagined)
WC: 106237 (17/17)
General Notes: laksfbgagah, keymashing is all i got on this fic, just read it 10/10

First Day of My Life by eso/cazzy

Summary: Lance has avoided asking about it all night, mostly because he’s pretty sure it’s weird to ask your friend if they’d be interested in cuddling in the same bed.
WC: 9445
General Notes: this fic is ridiculously fluffy, god these boys are awkward and lance is losing his mind, i love it. 9/10

Not That Bad by varelsen

Summary: “Am I really going to have to explain this to you?” “No, I’m totally fine with you shutting up right about now.” Hunk cups his hands around his mouth. “You. Are crushing. On Keith.”Or, a college AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.
WC: 67847 (12/12)
General Notes: the college university is just the best, bless. Lance is a dork, and Keith is just a ball of anxiety. like same keith same. 10/10

i bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

Summary: “So like in ‘Step Up’?” Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.” The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps.-Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.
WC: 43291 (7/7)
General Notes: hahahah its literally the dance au that everyone knows about, and like a shit ton of fanart has been made for. its really great, like A+, lance again is a huge dork and Keith is mr moody and broody, 9/10

Take the Easel Way Out by legendarydesvender/svenationalist

Summary: Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)***Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.
WC: 4094
General Note: in which we are all lance xD 10/10

Color Me Intrigued by dreamcp

Summary: Lance draws. Specifically, Lance draws Keith. A lot. Wonder why that is?
WC: 5235
General Notes: lance doodles and i just really love this, like its seriously one of my hcs that Lance just doodles in his down time. 10/10

Costumed Identities by Trashness

Summary: Lance and Keith are rival cosplayers, who only know each other by their online usernames. They are fiercely competitive, but are also desperately attracted to each other. You’d think they would just get together already, but there’s a couple of problems: 1. Keith crossplays, so Lance has absolutely no idea that Keith is a boy. 2. Both of them are idiots, and can’t seem to figure out that that hot cosplayer they like, is also that hot guy that they drool over every day at school.
WC: 41538 (3/3)
General Notes: i dont know much about cosplay, but like this is amazing. keith and lance are both idiots in love. 10/10

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts, thebrotherswinchester

Summary: Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.
WC: 50370 (yes one chapter xD)
General Notes: tbh, i really love the tags on this fic: keith kogane; human disaster and lance mcclain; sunshine boi. like thats literally the fic. its really cute and i love it so much. 11/10

Secret Ingredients by Lynn1998

Summary: Lance lives a comfortable life in the outside mall nicknamed the streets of Voltron. He bakes for a living with his friend, Hunk, and enjoys the company of the other store owners near him. Life seems great and easy until some pretty boy with a mullet opens a bakery across the street from him.
WC: 48193
General Notes: my face hurt reading this fic. its great. like godbless. 9/10

Catching Feelings by th3blackcat

Summary: It’s easy to spot Lance. The college student always has his nose in a book, whether it’s for one of his classes, a class that he’s a TA for, or for fun. It isn’t until Keith, an engineering student who’s closer to him than he realizes, saves him from walking into traffic that he realizes that maybe finding solace in books isn’t the best way to get through life. Soon enough, the life he knew began to change and the more he learned about Keith, the more he learned about himself.
WC: 12338 (4/?)
General Notes: I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY BUT GO READ THIS PLEASE 100/10

Sleepy Rumbles and After Shower Warmth by BoyBitingDemon

Summary: Restless nights are hard for Lance, especially where going to sleep is concerned, so what better way to combat that energy than tinkering with a high tech blaster and a sleepy boyfriend?Or that time Keith got Lance to calm down and sleep without having to do anything at all except exist.
WC: 1056
General Notes: summary says it all and its hella cute 8/10.

free throw by breadpoetsociety

Summary: “Shiro, uh, Takashi Shirogane, pretty much changed my life. His skill was– is– unparalleled, and he’s my hero,” Lance smiled fondly at the bench before turning back, eyes roving the crowd again. “He introduced me to the greatest love of my life. And, actually, that’s not basketball. But his brother, Keith Kogane.”Keith’s eyes widened, and he turned bright red. But still, he smiled. He couldn’t help but to smile.
WC: 1673
General Notes: this is so fucking cute, basketball player lance, and cheerleader keith. thats all you gotta know. 10/10

Hufflepuff Aesthetics

feel free to add more below! inspired by @hufflepuff-headcanons @hufflepuffperks @hufflepuffdean @hufflepuffsaesthetic & @hufflepuffwannabe (basically just a lot of Hufflepuff-ish blogs that are great)

•neon paint flashing rapidly as a disco ball twirls overhead
•cuddling against a stuffed animal that hasn’t been seen in months
•overreacting over small injuries such as a stubbed toe
•calming rowdy children to sleep in a matter of minutes
•defending that one person who seems evil just because they might not be as bad as everyone says
•locking eyes with that one crush from the past while singing off key & dancing to Ed Sheerans’ “Shape Of You”
•"Kill em with kindness"
•tracing trembling fingers over furrowed brows and kissing the skin in between
•changing loofas once a week because ‘the color just doesn’t feel right anymore’
•eating loads of chocolate in the middle of the day just because
•Even drawing a heart with an I in the middle on the window in front of Isak while smiling
•"I wanted to go to Perranth with you.“
•sneezing a tiny sneeze while you study and all of sudden you have both the flu AND strep throat
•passing out all the time from too much excitement and gleefulness
•the smell of hairspray in an ice cold can
•spinning 6 markers in a circle to make weirdly abstract art
•ripping through packages in haste & then later breaking whatever was inside
•getting shampoo in your eyes and crying like you just rewatched both ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and ‘Titanic’ and just being like “BUT YOU SAID 'NO TEARS’, DAMN YOU L'ORÉAL”
•double texting, more like quadruple texting
•the hilariously uneven line a section of toilet paper creates when you don’t rip it evenly or good enough
•being all 'I wonder where that went’ and then finding said object a literal second later
•carrying a gigantic stack of books while stumbling and no one bothers to help
•making a rubber ducky quack until it fills with water from all the baths you play with it in
•the powerful feeling you get when a razor actually takes most of the hair away with a single swipe
•replacing the toilet seat over and over again because it keeps getting sat on
•humming silently with headphones blasting while a fight breaks out in the background
•the feeling you get when you finally take off a bra or tank top after a long and sweaty day
•always wanting to take care of yourself properly, but being way too lazy
•overusing gifs in every conversation, and for every single situation
•posting pictures on Instagram that almost always have some sort of filter with captions from bands like The 1975 & Imagine Dragons’ songs
•never getting Facebook because there’s no point in downloading something that your never going to use
•buying tickets to Coachella and taking everyone one in the squad with you & losing them right as you enter the area
•stringing fairy lights up everywhere, including the closets, especially the closets
•haven an obscure doormat like 'fuck off’ or 'only enter if you posses a dead body’
•scarfing down anything and everything at thanksgiving except the stuffing
•being the person who buys literally everyone they know an overpriced present for Christmas, but gets like, 2 in return
• “I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ROAD THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN.”
•the timer going down as it spins the food around while casting a soft glow upon it
•the scary thought of 'is Pepsi a corrupt company like Super Porp?!’
•the light yet heartfelt strums a ukulele produces
•the waiter coming up to your table early with the food
•the shape tip of a pointed marker that presses into skin as it creates something that will mostly likely cause ink poisoning
•grilled cheese
•belting out the lyrics to every song in the broadway version of Anastasia
•running and jumping off a cliff with looking down while screaming at the top of your lungs
•"fuck that, I have a revolution to run”
•not letting someone cut their hair because it’s too goddamn gorgeous
•Troy Boltons’ angsty golf number in high school musical 2
•stealing books from libraries, and from other places because 'they’ll be returned once I’ve finished them’
•the appalled looks on people’s faces when you actually eat the cafeteria food and enjoy it
•"you gotta, get ya head in the game.“
•the child kicking the back of seat on a plane that’s completely full of passengers while screeching
•participating karaoke while being drunk
•the glow that surrounds a firefly as it communicates with its tribe
•deeply relating to a piece of trash & the trash can it’s in
•poking a whole in several paper cups while doodling on them
•the beautiful and satisfying sound between a swish and ping that a computer makes when a solitaire game is won
•'dyed hair, don’t care’
•the quick pinch a needle causes when you get a shot or get a tattoo
• caramel ice cream infused with snickers & a snickers aftertaste
•almost buying out bath and body works because all of there scented lotions just had to be bought right that second
•earl grey tea in a pastel pink cup with both a lemon and a lime wedge
•'I can kiss away the pain’
•accidentally mistaking a fork for a spoon when it was too late
•'baby I don’t need dollar bills to have fun tonight’

What I Like

Originally posted by sugutie

Excited chatter fills the room as students trickle in for the first day of class. Spirits are high, outfits are cute, hair is neat and makeup is perfect; you give it a few weeks until everyone is miserable and dressing in sweatpants with messy hair and no makeup. But until then you’re stuck at the front of the room, quietly waiting for the professor to enter and bring some semblance of order to the chaos.

You have no interest in public speaking and you don’t plan on going into the business field but you have a social science slot to fill and you heard from your business major friend that this class is an easy A. However, she failed to mention exactly what was required of the class and the moment the professor passes around the stack of syllabi, you’re only a few seconds away from getting up and leaving.

“I’m sure that many of you have heard that this course is an easy A,” the professor laughs as he takes his place at the front of the room, “and I’ll concede that this is true. If you are capable of working with another person.” There’s a mix of groans, cheers, and noncommittal hums before the professor motions for silence. “I know,” he laughs, “some of you are incredibly excited while others are incredibly annoyed. Either way, if you stay in this class then you have to work together. The last day to drop is next Friday. If you’re going to drop, I ask that you do it sooner rather than later. I’m going to announce your pairs today and if your partner happens to drop, we’ll figure something out. And you did hear me correctly. I will assign the partners, I want you to get to know a stranger. If you’ve met your partner before, that’s fine. If you’re best friends and have known each other for years, let me know and changes will be made. I’ll call roll and then we’ll get started.”

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Doodles (kagehina) - Rated T

Y’ALL MY HAND SLIPPED AND I WROTE MORE KAGEHINA *SCREAM* SOMEONE STOP ME BEFORE I GET CARPAL TUNNEL

((For my dear @tolhinata who gave me this idea a couple weeks ago.))


Hinata likes to draw. Some people would call it doodling, maybe; he can draw people and trees and things (he’s gotten really good at shading apples and other fruits in still lifes), but he’d rather draw patterns.

Once he got to second year, coach informed him that he needed to work an art class into his curriculum before he reached third year or he’d have trouble meeting requirements to graduate. Yachi had suggested drawing when he’d told her, and once he started his first class he found he actually kinda liked it. He was surprised he could find something he could get excited about… at school.

What he really likes to do, though, is draw on Kageyama. 

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anonymous asked:

Request: The RFA + Saeran reacting to MC being their soulmate ( w/ the soulmate AU where if you write on yourself it shows up on your soulmate as well) What would they have written back and fourth or doodled on themselves as well?? (thank you in advance I love your blog)

ahhh thank you so much for sending this request it was super fun to write >:3 
and I might try to refrain myself from writing so much for my requests since they take so much time…though I have trouble stopping myself once I get started hahahha…haha…//cries//


so since it’s an AU, basically everyone knows about this phenomenon and all is well and swell


-Sevensity


(Update: I removed the cut for the sake of all of our friends on mobile)



Yoosung:

  • So it goes like this
  • Yoosung has an important secret meeting with his guild, and he writes the time/date/location on the back of his hand
  • But when the time comes for the meeting to start, there’s an unknown character in their midst
  • Immediately, everyone thinks you’re an enemy spy, but you’re just trying to tell them that all the information just showed up on your hand the other day and you decided to check it out
  • “That’s impossible,” Yoosung began angrily, his whole plan to keep the meeting a secret had gone to waste. “The location can’t just magically appear on –”
  • He stopped himself
  • Wait…wait a second
  • is this…what I think it is? Is it possible???
  • Yoosung starts to get really red in the face, and he asks you exactly what day the message appeared on your hand
  • “I think about two days ago, at around seven pm?”
  • Yoosung’s having a mental breakdown
  • Okay, just a moment.  I need to test it, I need to make sure this is real, he thinks to himself. 
  • But he has to come up with something that you wouldn’t be able to normally guess
  • So he writes a sentence on his hand, and asks you to tell him if it appears on your hand too
  • Yes
  • O-okay…what does it say? Yoosung has trouble breathing
  • “I have a crush on…MC?”
  • Yoosung’s pretty sure something exploded nearby
  • whoops maybe that was just his brain
  • cannot compute
  • the sky is falling, people are screaming
  • actually wait no
  • that’s just Yoosung
  • screaming alone in his room
  • whAT iS HAppEnING W H A T???? 
  • Your character logs out, and an hour passes by, Yoosung having migrated under his covers
  • He reaches out his hand, so that the sunlight illuminated the confession he had written
  • But there’s new writing, one that is not of his own
  • “Haha,” it read, “I have a crush on you too (//>w<//)”
  • Let’s just say Yoosung becomes a mini-whirlwind as he zoomes towards Saeyoung’s house to find out wear you live
  • You bet baby sunshine is a blushing mess when he arrives at your door, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is the most gentle of things
  • You can still feel the delicate shape of his lips lingering on your face hours after he had left

Zen:

  • While practicing his lines, he wrote a few of them on his arm to he could read them without having to carry around the script everywhere he went
  • The first time poetic verses started blooming across your skin, you just assumed that your soulmate was some sort of ridiculously romantic person 500% true though
  • You never really wrote anything back because what was there to say?
  • Except you had just finished reading Shakespeare for a class at school, and you were feeling more than a little inspired
  • So there Zen is, reciting his lines alone in his room, when words that he had not written appears on his other arm
  • “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” they read
  • Zen freaks out and almost breaks his neck falling out of bed
  • He quickly sends a snapshot of his arms to the group chat
  • “They…they finally wrote back?”
  • The chat blows up right away, and it’s mostly filled with Yoosung’s typos because shit the boy is excited
  • But the only person who doesn’t say anything is you
  • What are you supposed to say?
  • How do you casually announce that you’re his soulmate???
  • Seven asks, “So, Romeo, wherefore art thou?” 
  • Zen sends his home address to the chat
  • You idiot how is that supposed to help your soul mate find you? they say
  • So then Zen writes it on his arm instead, adding an “O Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou?” beside it
  • When there’s no answer, Zen becomes a crying blob and everyone on the chat is having a hard time getting him to stop sending dramatic lines
  • “Ah, Juliet, did you abandon me? Or have the Montagues taken you captive? My sweet love, where are you?”
  • “In front of your house,” you finally say in the chat. 
  • They’re all just like  ????????????????????????????
  • and then !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Yoosung and Seven’s squealing puts high school girls to shame
  • Jaehee is sad but I’m just a fangirl nothing more I’m just worried about his career and Jumin is saying how he’ll present you guys with a cat show for your wedding pictures
  • Zen rushes to the door and faceplants into it he’s so nervous
  • But finally, he pulls it open and sees you, his Juliet, standing right in front of him
  • “You were always so close to me…” he says, reaching out towards you. “But from now on, I’ll keep you even closer.”
  • Zen pulls you into the biggest,  warmest hug
  • Such a tight hug, squeezing you with all his might…
  • very tight…
  • ….it’s probably been five minutes since you’ve been standing in the doorway like this….
  • Was that a squirrel that just entered his house?
  • Hey uhm Zen I can’t really breathe
  • Anyway
  • He keep his word
  • and for the rest of the day, he holds you against him, never letting you go, a hand around your waist, or your shoulders, cradling you against his chest while you listen to his heart beating fast… unless you have to use the washroom then he might consider letting you go but even then you have a hard time convincing him that personal space is an actual thing

Jaehee: (sorry I wrote this one in the case that MC is a girl?)

  • So you know how in her route, two main things go down:
  • First, she doesn’t know she’s gay
  • second, she has a thing for coffee
  • you help her realize both of those things right
  • now  instead of showing her support in the chatroom, you show support while writing small messages on yourself,  with Jaehee scribbling some back in her short breaks from work
  • actually no, she takes breaks from work just so that she can answer you
  • When Jaehee is stressed and lacks sleep so like every day? your words are right there on her arm, telling her that’s it’s okay, that you love her, and to take care of herself because she is an important person to you and to several others
  • It helps her relax 
  • She sleeps more knowing that you’re looking out for her
  • When Jumin has a stick really far up his ass, you’re right there with her, motivating her, everything will be okay, you’ll get through this, I believe in you
  • Since Jaehee doesn’t know she’s kinda gay, she just assumes her soul mate is a dude
  • Then you guys meet for the first time at the RFA party, you greet each other and hold out a hand to shake and-
  • you see the same message on her wrist that’s written on yours
  • “I hope I can see you soon.”
  • Jaehee looks at you in quiet shock
  • A..girl?
  • But then everything comes whooshing back to her, and she’s hit with the realization that it just all makes sense
  • of course you’re her soulmate, how could she not have known before?
  • In a burst of boldness, she cups your face in her hand and presses her lips against yours
  • “It’s nice to meet you,” she breathes, a blush spreading across her face.
  • Saeyoung becomes your number one shipper that night and starts a fanclub dedicated to you two
  • also writes fanfiction
  • when you open up the coffee shop, you guys scribble some ideas for recipes on yourselves
  • after a hard day of work, you look down and smile at the thing that Jaehee had written
  • Recipe for love: MC+Jaehee

Jumin:

  • Jumin was never particularly fond of the the things that would appear on his skin
  • Meaningless dates, appointments, memos, the occasional flower drawing…
  • He never bothered to write anything himself, and so years passed in this manner, until you join the RFA
  • that is when he first decided to write something back
  • It’s after you had covered your thighs in swirls and clouds that he takes up his diamond pen and places the nib on his forearm
  • “Hello,” he says, “Please refrain from creating such large drawings, they are rather bothersome. Thank you.”
  • Nobody knows why you’re in such a foul mood that night in the chat
  • Jumin says he understands how you feel, since his soulmate had been particularly unconventional with their drawings and now both of his legs are completely hidden behind patterns in dark ink
  • You do not reply for a long time
  • while Zen tells Jumin off for being an ‘anti-romantic assbucket‘, you’re glowering at your phone
  • Jumin Han
  • Jumin Han is my soul mate?
  • No it must be a coincidence…but to be safe..I’ll make sure…
  • “Hey Jumin,” you write in the chat.
  • “Yes?”
  • “Did you, by any chance, tell your soul mate  ‘ Please refrain from creating such large drawings, they are rather bothersome. Thank you’?”
  • “Yes, why?”
  • ….
  • ……….
  • “Ah,” he says, after a long pause. “I must apologize to you, MC.”  
  • Zen’s yelling
  • Jaehee’s yelling
  • Saeyoung’s laughing in the distance
  • Yoosung wants to cry because w h a t?
  • Meanwhile Jumin calls you and apologizes over and over again, assuring you that you can draw whatever you want and as much as you want, and he wont complain at all
  • lol then why was it a problem like 5 minutes ago?
  • he learns to appreciate your meaningless memos and occasional doodle, and discovers that doing it himself is a truly therapeutic thing
  • he’s also discovered that he can use his own body to document the life of Elly
  • so now you get an update every 2 minutes about the status of his cat
  • Elly is gazing out the window, she looks so beautiful…but of course, not as beautiful as you
  • Elly is having lunch now…the way she seems crave her food reminds me of how I feel when we’re apart
  • basically using Elly as a means to tell you cheesy pickup lines is his new hobby

Saeyoung:

  • LMAOOOO
  • right so starting off Saeyoung never really doodled on himself
  • I mean do you see this boy he’s covered in clothes oh my how troublesome
  • however, a while ago, he could see the little marking that would appear on his hands when you doodled during a boring class
  • You have no idea how much those drawing helped him get his work done
  • They were like tiny rays of sunlight for him, helping him see the way out of his dark tunnel 
  • look at me being all poetic
  • He would never write back though, always afraid that you would stop drawing if you knew he saw everything you made
  • But after a while, the doodles become less and less frequent, until they disappear altogether
  • Then you join the RFA, though tbh you guys don’t find out about being each other’s soulmate until much later
  • There’s a sleepover at Seven’s house, just you, him and Yoosung. 
  • There’s also an RFA party the next day, and you guys are the only ones crazy enough to pull an all nighter before the event
  • I mean for them it’s a common practice, sleepless nights
  • hey you could make a religion out of this
  • Anyways, it’s not until six am that you finally manage to fall asleep
  • Yoosung is passed out in the kitchen, his butt stuck to the fridge due to circumstances
  • Saeyoung wanders around, unable to sleep, when he sees your peaceful, unprotected face while you sleep on the couch
  • He grabs a sharpie and gets to work, careful not to wake you up
  • Saeyoung does some doodles of his own, and it takes him a few hours to complete because it has to be perfect so are they really doodles at this point?
  • Meanwhile Yoosung wakes up, unsticks his tush from the fridge, and leaves, because he has stuff to do for LOLOL before the party starts
  • You also wake up, groggy, glancing at the clock
  • it’s 4pm
  • the party starts in two hours
  • You bolt out the door, shouting a quick bye to Saeyoung before you return to the apartment as fast as humanely possible
  • Saeyoung doesn’t answer you
  • He’s busy staring at himself in the mirror
  • “No way….” he murmurs, gently touching his face.

  • By the time you get back home, there’s only one hour to spare, due to the heavy traffic on the way back
  • You have just enough time to throw on some nice clothes and brush your teeth before you have to leave again
  • So basically you have no idea how you look overall
  • Lo and behold, you arrive at the party, and Jaehee greets you with a frown on her face
  • “MC…I don’t know if this is some sort of a joke…but that’s hardly appropriate makeup for the occasion,” she says in a stern voice.
  • Huh?
  • The other RFA members arrive to greet you, but they all say the same thing:
  • “MC, what did you do to your face?”
  • Then Saeyoung arrives
  • “Saeyoung, look at –”
  • They freeze
  • Seven has a perfectly drawn-in twirl mustache complete with monocle and angled eyebrows on his face
  • Needless to say, you also have the same thing on yours
  • “Seven??!”
  • He takes a deep breath
  • Dabbing fiercely, he cries out 
  • “SOLIDARITY!”  
  • and then prances away
  • Basically you’re all bewildered, especially after Zen hauls Saeyoung back and has him explain just what the actual fuck is going on
  • Zen: “He found his soulmate by drawing an ungodly mustache on someone’s face? What has the world come to???
  • and you two don’t even attend the party
  • Instead, Seven brings you to a park where you both lie on the ground, counting the stars in the sky as Saeyoung offers you loving words and sweet caresses throughout the night



Saeran:

  •  Edgemaster Mc Edge gets a Mint Eye tattoo on his arm while he’s in the cult
  • You remember that fateful day where a strange drawing appeared on your skin, and didn’t come of no matter how many days had passed
  • So you automatically knew it was a tattoo and had to question your s/m’s tastes a ‘lil but it gradually grew on you
  • Ok but now listen
  • Days come and go, you join the RFA, and you never have anything else appear on your body
  • Side not: once you tried to initiate a conversation with your s/m but all you would get as a reply was “Fuck off” or “You’re creepy stop talking to me”
  • And then the day arrives when Saeran breaks into your apartment
  • You’re in the middle of putting on a hoodie, but you drop it out of shock when a grown ass man casually Tarzans into your house
  • Saeran has got his whole “I’ll take you to paradise and make you happy and we’ll have sex all day” speech ready and you just kinda whisper what the fuck
  • Why does this guy have the same tattoo as me???
  • So you’re staring at his arm, and he’s trailing off because what she’s not scared? 
  • Actually what is she looking at?
  • His gaze is drawn to his own tattoo, then he looks back at you
  • Is a quadruple take a thing?
  • He just slowly points a finger at you, covering his mouth his a loose fist while you mirror his movement
  • “You’re that creepy person!” he declares, eyes wide, while at the same time you say “You’re that anti-social emo kid!” 
  • “That means…that you’re my soulmate???” you guys yell simultaneously. “No way!
  • Y’all are breathing hard
  • neither of you know what the fuck is going on
  • Saeran tries to run away from his sudden bout of feelies but you launch an aerial attack and glomp him before he reaches the window
  • Basically it’s a very confusing evening that ends in late night emotional syndrome and melting ice cream
  • The only time Saeran returns to Mint Eye is to make sure Rika is taken away and her cult dissolved
  • Saeyoung’s a mess, all tears and joy, because not only did he get his brother back, but said brother also managed to find his soul mate
  • Saeran promises to write you nicer answers
  • your favorite one is when he gets a little bit drunk, and he doodles a little sun and some clouds on his forearm, where underneath he writes a simple
  • “Let’s watch the sky together, my soulmate.”
High School (1/?)

Summary: It is alternate universe where Steve goes to the same high school as the reader but she is very shy and quiet while he is very popular. Lindsay is there to make reader’s life miserable. 

Pairings: AU!Steve Rogers x Reader 

Word Count: 1,940

Warnings: Angst, reader gets picked on a lot and she get’s called “retard”

A/N: This was requested by @ruby-rose789 and I’m sorry it’s two parts. It just got way too long and I didn’t want to drag it. Next part will be very fluffy, I promise and I recommend checking out, ‘A Little Princess’. It is amazing! 


Originally posted by boston-boy-evans

Y/N walked through the halls with her head down, trying to get to her locker without any problems. There were a lot of other people that made walking down the hall difficult for a person that is shy and quiet; like Y/N. It was ironic really, that the quiet people got more attention than the loud ones, well usually they got attention from others who hated them, like how Y/N got attention from Lindsey Montenegro. Lindsey Montenegro was the most popular girl in the school which happened mostly because her dad is the principal which makes everyone fear her and it also made her have power. Power to make everyone’s life miserable by picking on them, even if they’re doing nothing but breathing.

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Teen Wolf Imagine- What Happened To Y/N? (Part2)

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Authors Note- The second part to this imagine, sorry if things get a little complicated from her on out, just make sure you read in the correct order, which are linked above. Hope you enjoy, sorry its late but my school takes no prisoners x

Scott’s Perspective

After having time to think, Scott remembers little signs that indicated you were caught up in something bigger than he realised. One occurring about a week or so before your disappearance. He walked into your room and sat in his usual seat, at your desk. “So, what’s the problem?” you asked, taking it as an indicator for your usual heart to heart. “Nothing, just wanted to see how my litter sister is doing” he claimed while spinning the chair around to face you. “Ah, so that must mean you want something” you replied, looking up at his cheesy grin. “Well actually me and Stiles were wondering-” he began. You shook your head lightly, “This cant be good” you accidently thought out loud. “It’s nothing elaborate” he defended with a smile. You rolled your eyes and he gave you a playful nudge causing you to laugh. “I was… Stiles and I were hoping you would look after the house and cover us at school for a few days-” he trailed. “What, why?” you asked as your face straightened out. “We need to do something important and for once its not supernatural related so you don’t need to worry” he shot you a confused and pleading look. He didn’t see what the problem was, it wasn’t like you hadn’t done stuff like this before. He heard the slight increase in your heart rate, “Look, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to” he said softly, he thought it might have been to do with you being home alone while your mom was on her nightshift. “It’s fine ill do it” you said with a weak smile. “Actually, I don’t think I want my little sister home alone for that long of a time-” he said with a sudden disturbing thought. “You better not say, what I think you’re going to say” you moaned, sitting up. “Derek can babysit you” he nodded knowingly. “No not again, not after the last time. Id rather-” you began but cut yourself off after receiving a text message. Scott couldn’t help but notice another hitch in your heartrate as you immediately locked your phone and slammed it back onto the bed. “Who was that?” he asked in concern, reaching for your phone but you squatted his hand away, picking it up as you walked over to the window casually. “So, are you going to tell me why you’re being so secretive?” he asked as he stared at you. He watched as you peered out of the window, looking left and right before slamming it shut, checking the lock and pulling the curtain over. “No, are you going to tell me what you and Stiles are doing?” you asked back. “No” he replied shortly. “Touché” you joked it off. “Idiot” he exclaimed throwing a cushion at you playfully. “Jackass” you replied, throwing it back, only for him to catch it with one hand. “I hate you and your stupid wolf powers” you huffed, flopping back onto your bed. “I love you too sis”.

When he returned from his and Stiles’ short trip the house was completely upside down, it was an absolute mess. “Y/N!” he shouted, his voice vibrated the upstairs floorboards of your bedroom. “Shit!” you exclaimed, rolling out of bed and pulling your hair into a messy bun, you still had last nights clothes on. You slowly crept downstairs and into the kitchen. “What the hell is this?” he shouted, following you to the fridge. “I ermm, I had a party last night…” you said, trying to keep your heart rate steady. “Where’s Derek?” he questioned. “There was an emergency at the loft and he had to run out” you claimed, pouring yourself some orange juice but your hands were shaking so it went all over the counter top. “Have you been taking drugs?” he asked with wide eyes. “What the fu- No Scott, I don’t do drugs” you defended with the 100% truth. “Then what is wrong with you?” he asked again. “I’m just a little hungover, ill be fine” you said, rubbing your eyes. “So what, you think its ok to have a party and get drunk and… and…” he continued. “So shoot me! For trying to be a normal teenager and doing normal things like partying and enjoying life rather than trying to run from it all the time! Don’t you understand that? I didn’t ask for this, it’s you that dragged me into it” nothing but venom was coming out of your mouth. “Why are you acting like this?” you could hear the hurt in his voice. “Save the big brother act until someone is around to actually see it, you’re wasting your breath” you said bitterly. He stood there opened mouth, not able to speak. “That’s exactly what I thought” you exclaimed before running back upstairs. He stood there, his hands shaking and his eyes watering, he never expected his little sister to say that, especially when he tried everything to keep you safe and it wasn’t exactly his choice in telling you about the supernatural, you uncovered it by yourself. But little did Scott know that when you returned to your room you slid down the wall and sobbed for hours, you didn’t want your brother to miss you as much as he would have if he remembered nothing but happy memories. It would have been a lot easier if he didn’t care.

So today Scott called a pack meeting, determined to get to the bottom of his sister’s disappearance once and for all. Stiles arrived, his skin practically transparent and the bags under his eyes seemed to drag his once hyperactive self down. Lydia and Allison soon followed both of them sulking and moping about like two lost souls. They sat in your living room, except for Scott who stood. They were staring at the ground, not wanting to see the cheesy family pictures on the walls or your things that were scattered around your house; textbooks, jumpers, even something as simple as a nail varnish bottle was enough to set them off. “We’re going to find her” Stiles assured, placing his hand on Scott’s shoulder, before sitting down. He gave a weak smile, he hadn’t lost hope, but after hours of trying to track you by scent and nothing turning up, he couldn’t help but feel beaten down. “Y/n is a hard nut to crack, she may not have any supernatural abilities but she’s as badass as the rest of us” Lydia cracked a small but genuine smile. “If not more badass” Allison agreed. “If this gets too much for you, we can stop” Stiles offered. Scott nod his head and exhaled, before opening Stiles’ theory pack on the coffee table. They all edged forwards on their seats and began to scan over the facts they had and what they needed to find out. Scott’s chest began to feel tight, this wasn’t some crime scene investigation the pack was working on, it was his baby sister’s. He was unaware that his claws began to protrude from his hands, not in anger but upset and guilt. “Scott look at me” Allison said in a calm panic. “Woah Scott are you ok?” Stiles asked with concern. “I think we need a time out” Lydia agreed, they hadn’t been looking for long and it was taking a tole on them all, not just your older brother. Allison assisted Scott in standing up and exiting the living room. “Scott!” she called after him as he stumbled upstairs and into your bedroom.

It was the first time he had been in your room since you disappeared, he slowly sat on your desk chair and stared at your bed. Memories of you two since you were little flashed through his head, from the pillow fights when you were six to the countless times he embarrassed you when your friends or boyfriends were around since freshman year, to the current relationship you had of studying and having your daily chats at night together. He could see the lacrosse jerseys spilling out of one of your draws because you insisted in having one from every pack member that was in the team, from Scott’s to Stiles’ to Isaac’s to Liam’s to Kira’s, he was even sure you had Jackson’s and Brett’s too, even though they weren’t actually pack members. Meanwhile in the living room Stiles and Lydia sat there in silence, reminiscing themselves and trying to connect the dots to what seemed like an endless chain of events. Stiles gave a sigh and closed the book before taking it off the coffee table. “Oh here, you dropped this” Lydia said, picking up the piece of scrap paper that had fallen out. She briefly read it and began to pass it to him, before she processed and read it again. “Lyd what is it? Lydia?” Stiles asked. “Is everything ok?” Allison asked, walking into your bedroom and approaching Scott at your desk. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just miss her” he shrugged glumly and swivelled so he was now facing the actual desk. “We all do” she trailed, looking around your bedroom that somehow seemed dull without you there. He opened the notebook and flicked through the doodles you made when you were supposed to be studying, before he stumbled across something he shouldn’t have. “What is it?” Allison looked over Scott’s shoulder at the note you had written. “Did you know?” Scott asked, quickly standing up and ripping the page out. “No, she never mentioned anything about seeing or dating anyone” Allison claimed with a furrowed brow. When Scott and Allison re-joined Stiles and Lydia in the living room, they were sitting there with nothing but the note on the table. They sat beside them, “She didn’t want anyone to know, I wasn’t even supposed to know- what I’m trying to say is, I know who the mystery boy is and-” Lydia began to ramble, before Scott placed the note he had found on the coffee table beside the other. “Surely he wouldn’t do anything to harm her though, right” Allison chimed in. “I don’t know, but you’re going to tell us everything you know about their relationship, right now” Scott said firmly. Lydia nodded in agreement, before explaining her part of the story.

So the next part is in Lydia’s perspective, comment below or in the requests who you want this mystery boy to be and sorry this part is kind of short, but Scott has the least involvement in her disappearance, hope you enjoyed x 

habits (isaac lahey one-shot)

Originally posted by bilesandthesourwolf

Summary: Isaac Lahey was nothing if not observant. So when the newest addition to his pack develops a strange habit, he can’t take his eyes off her. 

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: Teen


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Just Friends (part eight) - Stiles Stilinski

You stood at your locker, taking your time as you exchanged your things for books and folders you actually needed.  Stiles was standing some what behind you, waiting patiently so he could walk you to your class.  Every once in a while you’d shoot up straight and look around the halls, and each time he’d say something soft, rub your back a little.  Until you’d go back to your locker.  But you never said anything about it.  When you finally stood from the bottom shelf, and closed your locker door, you turned and looked at him.

“Ready to go?” He asked, and you nodded a little.

“Yeah I’m good” You said, holding your books to your chest.

“Hey, Stiles” A voice said, and you jumped a little, eyes finding the ones of Scott McCall.  The second your gazes connected you looked away, staring at your feet.  “I don’t think that we’ve properly met, I’m Scott” The boy said, smiling at you but you didn’t look back at him.

“Scott, this is y/n” Stiles said, placing a gentle hand on your back.

“Oh, trust me, I know her name” Scott said with a wink.  You didn’t question his weird tone.  “Hey, why don’t you come eat lunch with us tod-”

“I have class on the other side of the school” You finally spoke, looking up between both boys.  “I think I’m just gonna go to class” You nodded at Stiles and began to walk away.

“Hold on a minute” Stiles said quickly to Scott, and jogged to catch up to you.  “Hey, hey y/n wait” You slowed, peering up at him from below your long lashes.  “I uh.. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable with Scott” He told you, and the both of you continued to walk to your class.

“It’s not that it’s… he’s you know…”

“He’s what?” Stiles asked, brows drawn in confusion.

“Popular” You said quietly, almost embarrassed.  Stiles laughed, lips pulled into a big grin.

“Yeah, yeah I guess he is huh?” He said, licking his lips and shoving his hands into his pockets.  “But he’s not some douche lacrosse player just trying to get into every girl’s pants” He added, and you just softly nodded your head.

“I know” You said.

“So.. so would you maybe want to sit with us in lunch? You can sit right next to me on the end so you’re not too overwhelmed… my friends are a little rambunctious sometimes” You bit your lip.  You didn’t want to disappoint him by saying no.  But you also didn’t know how to say yes.

“I’ll think about it, okay?” You said, pausing in place.  Stiles gave you a smile, turning to face you.

“Alright, we’ll talk later then” He said, and you nodded a little again.

“This is my class” You said, jerking your thumb towards the doorway of the room.

“Oh” Stiles said, his hands laying in his hips.  “Alright well em, well I’ll see you third period then” He said, and you nodded once more, heading into to class as the hallway slowly became emptier.

“Wait Stiles!” You turned, rushing back out of the class.  He spun around from halfway down the corridor, looking at you intently.  You glanced to your classroom, then took off towards him, hugging him tightly  Stiles let out a slight gasp of shock, not expecting you to come back after him.  He held you closely, pulling you up off the ground slightly.  You closed your eyes shut and inhaled his scent deeply.  “Don’t let go just yet” You said, and his hands squeezed your back.

“I wasn’t planning on it” He said, ducking his head down into the crook of your neck.


You were sitting in your second period class, doodling in your notebook while the rest of your class was finishing their worksheets.  Your mind often wandered to Stiles, being in his protective arms and warm hold, making you feel safe again.  Or your eyes would land on your long sleeved sweater, and you’d tug a little on the cuffs to make sure that the gauze wouldn’t be noticeable.  

Your pen was drawing a little flower in the margin of your notebook when you heard a whisper.  Quiet, but noticeable.

“I wonder where she got them from. The bruises” You took in a sharp but silent breath.

“I’ve seen her hanging around Stiles…” The other girl said.  “He’s got big hands, you know?” You froze this time, a fear and humiliation settling in your blood.  “My thoughts? She just wasn’t listening to him the way he wanted her too” You didn’t even know you were tearing up until a little splash landed on your paper.  

But you wiped your eyes quickly before anyone else could see.  And when the bell rang, you were already packed up, and bolted out of the room.  Again, you wiped your eyes as you made your way to you locker, as you always did before third period.  Stiles met you there, and together you walked to an hour long study hall.  (he’d switched into yours shortly after you became friends).  You didn’t want him to see you crying, you didn’t want anyone to see you crying, but especially not him.  You’d already been a nuisance enough in his life and didn’t want to push him away.

So when he bounded up to you, you gave him the biggest smile you could. 

“How was Chem and Algebra 2?” He asked as the both of you walked together.

“Boring.  But fine.  As always” You lied breezily with a slight eye roll.  “You have cards?” You asked, and he nodded, pulling a deck out of his pocket, and you grinned.

The next hour you both spent sharing earbuds and playing card games in the back lab table of your study hall.  This was practically a tradition for the both of you, and it felt extra good today.  All the bad things seemed to wash away from your body every time he laughed quietly or smiled when he’d win- it made you feel good to see he was good.

“Put any thought into lunch?” Stiles asked casually, and you shrugged a shoulder.

“I mean… I guess I could stay with you guys” You said, a smile forming on your lips as his eyes it up.

“Really?” He asked, trying to hide a toothy grin, and you nodded curtly.

“Never bad to try new things… right?”

“Yeah-! Right” Stiles lowered his voice.  He looked back at his hand of cards, and you snuck a glance at him.

You hated to admit it, but he was really cute when he got all excited.

When you weren’t looking, Stiles stole a few second stare at you.  He’d never tell you, but he thought you were beautiful when you were concentrating.


“Don’t freak out, it’s just a cafeteria” Stiles told you, chuckling a little as you’d stood frozen at the entrance, staring with wide eyes at the ocean of students.  “How about we put our things at the table, then I’ll go with you to the lunch line?” He offered, and you nodded, swallowing a big gulp of nerves.

“You must be y/n! Hi! I’m Kira! It’s nice to meet you! Stiles tells us all about you-” Scott cleared his throat and the petite Asian girl that had sprung up to you stopped her rambling.  “Hi” She she said calmly, and held out her hand.  “I’m Kira” You managed a small smile as you shook her hand.

“y/n” You said.  “But I guess you already knew that..” You chuckled, giving Stiles a funny look.

“Here, I’ll put your things down” Stiles offered, and you gave him your bag with a quiet thank you.

“So.. he told you… all about me?” You asked, a little anxious to know if Stiles really did tell his friends all about your problematic life.

“Well,  I’ll tell you what I know” Kira giggled.  “I know you have magical y/e/c eyes, soft y/h/c hair that smells like berries, a button nose that he thinks is adorable when you crinkle it, that you have small fingers and love to draw little things in your notebooks.  I know you love music and are hardly ever not wearing earbuds.  I also know that you’re super bad ass and apparently beat up Jackson?” You stared at her with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Wow… I can’t believe he said all that” You said in shock.

“I’m not, I mean it’s a boyfriend thing, Scott does stuff like that all the time.  Just mean he’s crazy about you” She shrugged with a sweet smile, and you nearly choked.

“Boy- um what? b-boyfriend? No Stiles and I- me and Stiles- we- we aren’t dating” You stumbled out the words in a mess of syllables.  Kira’s eyes instantly widened as realization hit her.

“Oh no I did it again didn’t I?” She cursed herself.  “I always do this, I always say things I’m not supposed to” Kira shook her head and stomped her foot slightly.

“No no, it’s fine, he doesn’t like me like that anyways” You waved your hand dismissively.  Kira’s brows furrowed she cocked her head slightly.  But you spoke before she could say anything.  “Want to get lunch with me?” She nodded eagerly, and you both headed to the line.

“I guess they’re friends now” Scott said from where he sat at the table.  Stiles watched you walking with her, talking about something that involved a lot of smiles and little laughs.  He smiled at you.

“Yeah…yeah that’s good”

“What? You can’t share?” Scott chuckled, opening his home lunch bag.  Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I can too” He argued.  “It’s just… don’t get me wrong I love Kira, but she can’t close her mouth” Scott laughed, showing off his crooked jaw.

“Worried she’s gonna blab about you being totally in love with-”

“Will you close your big mouth!?” Stiles hissed, throwing his arms around in the air.

“Talking about y/n are we?” Lydia asked, setting her things at the table.  Stiles put his elbows on the table, and hung his head in his hands.  He let out a long groan.

“Scott.  You and Kira are just fucking made for each other” He grumbled.

“Awe, thanks” Kira’s voice rang, and she took her seat between Scott and Lydia.  Stiles sat across from Scott, and you sat next to him.

“Hi” You said to Stiles as you looked over the table.

“Lyds, this is y/n” Kira introduced.

“Ah, so this is the lovely girl I’ve been dying to meet” Lydia said with a cheeky smile towards Stiles.  He glared back, but you didn’t see.  Just blushed as Lydia held her hand out to you.  “Lydia Martin” She said, giving a firm but gentle handshake.

From the few words she’d said to you, and the shake of her hand, you knew she was going to rule the world one day.

“y/n l/n” You replied.  “But I guess you knew that too” You added sheepishly.  Lydia winked.

“Oh yeah, I know lots-” She was abruptly stopped by a kick under the table that you also didn’t catch.  

“So y/n” Scott said, pulling the attention away from your confused glance towards the strawberry blonde.  “Do you like lacrosse?” You thought for a moment, and shrugged your shoulders.

“I guess so, I mean I don’t not like it” You answered.

“Well maybe you could come to Scott and Stiles’ practice with me” Kira perked up.  Stiles closed his eyes.  Sure, you knew he was on the team, and that he didn’t really play most of the time.  But what you didn’t know was how bad he was at it.  And he didn’t exactly want to completely, utterly, and totally embarrass himself.

“Yeah! I’d actually love that” You said happily, smiling over to Stiles.  He gave you a tight smile back.  But the look he gave Scott was deadly.

“So are you going to Prom?” Lydia asked you.

“Sorry?”

“Prom, are you going?” She repeated, and you licked your lips.

“Um, maybe I don’t know it’s not really my thing” You said, rubbing your neck awkwardly.

“Oh please, it’s everyone’s thing” Lydia said, and you laughed gently at her.

“It’s kind of expensive, and I need a dress and it’s not like I have a date or anything” You said.

“Stiles could be your date” Lydia replied instantly, and the freckled boy snapped his head over from where he was talking with Scott.  He hadn’t been listening to your conversation with the girls until he heard that little detail.  “What?” Lydia asked innocently.  “If she needs a date to Prom, she needs a date to Prom" Lydia said simply.

“Who else would you have gone with anyways Stiles” Scott jumped in, seeing what Lydia was doing.

“I think it’d be fun, we could all hang out together” Kira said quickly.  You nervously smiled down at your food.  Not glancing to Stiles until it was completely silent at the table.  He turned to you, a smile on his features.

“Whad’ya say sunshine? Wanna go to Prom with me?”


“I’m so excited!” Kira squealed.  You were walking with her to the field at the end of the day to watch lacrosse practice, as promised.  “It’s gonna be so much fun! I’m so glad I met you y/n.  I love Lydia to death but I can’t do all the girly stuff all the time” She giggled, and you smiled at her warmly.

“I’m glad I met you too, it’s nice to have a girl friend for once” You told her.

“What? You don’t have any gal pals?” You smiled awkwardly and shook your head. 

“You’d be my first” You told her.  “I’ve only hung around Stiles for like.. a bit more than a month now” You said.  Kira felt sadness sink in her chest.  She should’ve forced him to introduce you to her sooner.  She wanted you to have all the friends in the world

“Well I’m happy to be so” Kira smiled as best she could, and you both went up the bleachers.

“Here okay?” You asked, picking a seat in the middle.  

“Works for me” She responded, sliding along next to you.  “Stiles is 24″ She told you.  “And Scott’s 11″ You nodded.  “Soooo” She said, not so causally.  

“Sooo” You copied.

“You and Stiles are totally going to Prom together!” She nearly screamed, kicking her feet on the bench.  You blushed, looking down to grin at your shoes.

“Yeah..” You said sheepishly.

“So do you like him? You totally do I can tell- oh mY GOD YOUR BABIES WILL BE SO CUTE-!”

“Shh!” You said, holding your finger in front of your mouth.  “What if the heard?”

“Oh please.  Those two are the most oblivious people in the world” Kira said with a small laugh.  “I mean one time-”

You jumped on the seat when a loud whistling rang through the air.

“ASSES ON THE FIELD!” You looked to Kira with a panicked eye, and she giggled.

“That’s Coach Finstock.  I’m guessing you never had his Economics class” Kira said.

“DO I NEED TO REPEAT MYSELF BILINSKI?” You watched as Stiles hurried off the bench, jumping as he tied his shoes while standing.  “ASSES! ON! THE! FIELD!” He finished his sentence with a loud whistle in Stiles’ face, and you suddenly felt bad for him.

Especially when some of the other boys snickered at him for Coach calling him Bilinski.  Your heart ached.

“Oh” You said softly, watching every move on the field.  Kira looked at you for a moment, then turned her gaze back to the players.

“It starts like that a lot- but it usually gets better” She added the last part with an optimistic tone.  But she gnawed on her lip, flashbacks of the boy being pummeled.

“Okay” You responded, and watched intently.

“Dude” Scott said to Stiles, nudging his arm.  When he caught his friend’s attention, he pointed to where you were sat with Kira.  Your eyes instantly caught Scott’s gesture and you smiled at them both.  Stiles smiled back, and you gave a little wave.  He jumped a little with excitement.  Today he was going to do good.


“Lacrosse is crazy!” You screamed, rushing down the bleachers once Coach had said practice was over.  Most of the other boys ran back to hit the showers, but you Kira Scott and Stiles stayed.  You ran all the way into the grass, and as soon as Stiles pulled off his helmet, your hands came around his face, inspecting the slight bruises on his skin.

“No.  Stiles is crazy” Scott said, taking off his own helmet and revealing that he didn’t have a single blemish.  Your brow furrowed when you looked at Stiles.

“What’s that mean?” You asked.

“Scott you stink” Kira spoke before she could stop herself.  “I’ll walk you to the school so you can shower”

They bolted.

You looked at Stiles, still waiting for your answer as to why he was so beat up.

“Okay… so maybe I suck at it… like a lot… like a really lot- I mean no one else even had body contact! I’m sorry I’m so bad- I don’t even know how I’m still on the team-”

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, putting a hand on his arm to stop his rambling.  Stiles blinked.

“Yeah.. yeah I’m fine”

“And you like playing lacrosse?”

“Love it”

“Then why are you apologizing to me?” You said, a smile growing on your face.  Stiles smiled too.

“So you don’t think I’m a loser”

“Nope.  In fact I think you’re a smelly winner who has the keys to take me home” You smiled cheekily, walking backwards towards the school.  “Coming?”

He ran up to you, walking with you to the building.  A few more steps and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and tugged you against his side.


tagged: @seninjakitey, @morganschiebel, @spn–addict–i-may-need-help, and of course my bestie @lena-lightwood

happy things are finally.. well… happy
xoxo ~Jordie

Tips for transitioning from 'realism' to 'cartoons'

( this is mostly for @stiles-and-the-sourwolf but you’re welcome to read it either way.)

Okay so the thing about drawing in a ‘looser’ style (or a more cartoonish style) is you must must must MUST learn to trust yourself, and be forgiving. It’s really about loosening up the 'rules’ of anatomy and letting things become more exaggerated and fluid.

It’s a huge problem that I’ve found amongst many of my artist friends who tend to draw in a more realistic and 'refined’ style. They’ve gotten into the habit of working into a piece for long periods of time, and striving for a certain level of anatomical perfection that is often—if not always—on par with photo realism. This means that their process usually involves working into small, key parts of the art until it fits together like a lovely puzzle. This is typically called the 'grid technique’, whether you use actual grids or not, and it’s perfect for creating a well rendered, full-feeling piece.

The problem is is that it tends to set you up for a few different problems when it comes to a more cartoonish style.

For one thing, cartoon anatomy is never as it should be, and things are generally never WHERE they should be, either. Buuut, that’s kind of the point, because the style leans heavily on the motion, the shape of the character, and the fluidity of their form.

What matters most in these types of styles is showing the character through their forms as much as possible, and often as SIMPLY as possible. Think about all the hundreds of Disney characters out there, and think about how each one has a very specific body shape to match their personality.

For example: Bell’s father. He’s the typical Disney short, round-bodied, mustaches father figure that you see throughout many Disney films. He has a sputtering voice, a general doofy personality, typically kind of useless, and tends to bounce around like a bouncy ball. His round form encompasses his character much better than, say, a long, tall, skinny body would.

Another (not Disney) example: Miyazaki’s strong female lead-characters. They all tend to be sort of squat, strong bodied, slightly rounder (more trustworthy) faces, with a stubborn pout. You automatically know that this girl/woman means business, and is going to kick butt and take names and, like, save someone/everyone/herself.

Now, a lot of this all comes down to animation, and the fact that simplicity is necessary for something you’re drawing a million times. The simpler the design, the easier it is to draw frame, by frame, by frame. But, even without animating, a key part of drawing in a cartoonish style is always going to be expressing as much information about the character/environment/story as possible with the smallest amount of effort.

A prime example of that would be the Tintin comics, or Charlie Brown. Each comic has it’s own level of simplicity that is, seriously, basically down to single lines and blobs of color. And if you look closely at a comic panel, you’ll probably feel like you’re falling into some abstract piece of art. But, the thing is… they work.

Tintin’s head is about 14 lines total, and yet somehow Hergé manages to bring forth a vast range of emotions and expressions with very little effort at all.

This, again, is also due to repetition. Comic books have always had a tendency to lean towards the more simplistic styles do to the whole, you know, drawing the character over and over again thing. Not that there aren’t comic book artists who totally ignore that and go into some insane levels of detail for each frame, but as a general rule, you’re going to see the 'cartoon’ style in comics. It’s easier to draw, less time consuming, and is often contributed to easier/smoother reading.

Now, trust and forgiveness.

The thing about shooting out a quick sketch is that there’s a certain level of 'I don’t give a fuck’ that goes along with it.
You’ve drawn it, it’s done, it’s out there, who cares?

And to many artists, that’s a screech-worthy sentence right there.

But, it’s sort of an integral part of loosening up your style.

Sketching or drawing out a cartoonish character takes a lot of confidence, trust, and again, that forgiveness thing. You need to teach yourself to let those lines flow freely, to trust that you can complete this figure with or without mistakes, and to forgive yourself when it doesn’t come out looking 'perfect’. This can be hard, or even next to impossible for certain realism artists to accomplish. It can be infuriating for them, especially when they can render so masterfully, and yet this simple… doodle seems to be the bane of their existence.

The trick, for me, is to set yourself up with limitations.

Try drawing with only an ink pen. No erasing, no fixing mistakes, no sketch layer. It might smudge, it might leak, and the second eye might end up too high up. Take the risk, and draw.

Try doing very light blocking with the pen, try going completely free hand and see where some of your anatomy strengths and weakness are.

Try drawing the same face over and over again, until you can get the same amount of details/information down without a second thought. Try simplifying the first drawing. Try limiting the amount of lines or shading used. Challenge yourself to be quick, to finish a complete character in ten minutes or less.

Try using a medium you’ve never used before. Learn to love it or hate it.

Try drawing with your opposite hand. (Does it look terrible? Maybe, but I bet you automatically tried to simplify and expedite the drawing process.)

Try using only blocks of color or shadow to make a face. Do not add details. See how recognizable it looks just from shading.

Try focusing on character qualities and the shapes, poses/posture, and colors that they brings to mind.

Draw a loud, boisterous person. (What shape would they be? Are they muscular, tall, threatening? Do they stand with their chest out? Do they wear reds and warm colors?)

Draw a quiet, timid person. ( are they small, hunched, slim? Do they wrap their arms around themselves a lot? Do they wear blues and browns and colors that blend in with the background?)

Draw a hunter.
Draw a mother.

Draw types of people/animals/environments you’ve never drawn before. Push yourself to do create people with more exaggerated features or postures. People with bigger, longer, skinnier, wider, smaller elements of anatomy.

And, like I said, it will be a challenge. It will feel silly and frustrating and even demeaning. But trust me, learning to loosen up and trust yourself enough make mistakes and accept them can be extremely freeing no matter what style you use.

title: kill the lights

summary: “The paint’s supposed to go where?”// Bellamy offers to help Clarke with an art project and everything goes downhill from there.

wc: 1.3k

A/N: this may be a one shot but i have more up my sleeve if i feel like it

on AO3

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“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

Clarke huffed. “Bellamy, you said you’d help me out with this.”

He put his hands on his hips, mimicking a motion often contrived by his sister. While this action could have been derived as a bit feminine, the muscles twitching in Bellamy’s arms distracted her from even coming to that conclusion. “Clarke,” he taunted in her same whiny tone, “You didn’t say paint would be on me. And in unmentionable places, nonetheless.”

She blew some hair out of her face, trying to distract from the growing blush forming on her cheekbones. “It’s art,” Clarke gestured vaguely. “You do the unthinkable. Press boundaries.”

“This certainly is unthinkable,” groaned Bellamy. “And what will O say?”

“We don’t have to tell her.”

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