A self indulgent Blacksmith! Kirishima because i have always been fascinated by blacksmiths and swordsmiths. Perhaps i could be one in another life.
I also wanna practice my coloring, and what better way to do that than drawing kirishima with some dramatic lighting lmaooo
Can you do a solangelo where will spends the night in the hades cabin and then they're really embarrassed
Will hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
He’d just been very tired last night. He’s been working nonstop at the infirmary, his infirmary, and there had been a lot of kids that needed patching up after the round of capture the flag with the Roman kids. Will should know better, and it’s not like he doesn’t trust his siblings, it’s just. A complex, maybe. Anyway, all he remembers from yesterday is that he’d stumbled into the medicine cabinet one too many times, and Kayla had finally had enough, shoving him out the door and into Nico’s waiting arms, telling him to “get some rest before you come back, or so help me.”
And now he’s… here.
Here is inside the Hades cabin, lying in Nico’s bed, an arm trapping him under the covers and something warm pressed against his side. Will blinks again, just to make sure he isn’t still dreaming.
The body beside him shifts, and Will turns his head to find himself face-to-face with Nico’s throat. He freezes. Nico swallows, and Will watches his Adam’s apple bob slightly with the movement.
“Uh,” he says. “Nico?”
Nico stirs. The arm thrown over Will’s chest moves, and then groggy brown eyes are staring down at him. “Oh,” Nico says, yawning. “Good morning.”
“Good, uh, good morning to you, too.” Will pushes himself up slowly. He does feel better rested than he has in days, but he can feel heat quickly rising in his cheeks. “Um. This is—I mean, thanks for, uh, taking care of me last night?”
“It’s fine,” Nico says. He seems to be waking up more rapidly now, shifting backwards to put some space between them. “I thought here might be quieter than your cabin, and then I couldn’t wake you up, so…” He shrugs, eyes anywhere but Will’s face. “Are you feeling better?”
They both stare at separate walls, pretending the blush on their cheeks doesn’t exist. Will can imagine what his siblings will say and the raised eyebrows their friends will give them, but he can still feel the warmth of Nico against him. He risks a glance back and finds the other boy already watching him.
Face still flushed pink, Will chances a smile. “Want to get breakfast with me?”
Nico looks away, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips, too. “Okay.”
title: unknown (haven’t come up with one would appreciate suggestions!) summary: jimin’s the school’s badboy with a secret kept under lock & key. taehyung’s the school’s troublemaker and jimin’s closest friend. jungkook’s the school’s newest transfer with an obvious love for photography. what happens with the 3 of them clash? pairing: jikook mainly with platonic vkook with the aspect of jimin and tae as basically jungkook’s personal bodyguards but jimin’s the boyfriend (eventually) + bodyguard morphed into one warnings: there are hints of bullying and racial slurs, so I just want to warn you. Jungkook moved from Busan to the USA shortly after his mother died (his father’s identity will be revealed later if I do end up writing this) and moved in with his grandparents. Other than that, from my ideas about this, it’d be a rated m fic which means - yes, smut ;)
this would be a visual for jimin. except his hair is pink like in ynwa (speaking of that i ded) and minus that piercing on his nose, it’s just a regular piercing instead of that plus he has a tongue piercing (wink wonk did i mention SMUT ;) ;) ;)) and ofc tattoos on his arms.
“I-I’m s-so-sorry! I- It was an a-accident!” Jungkook pleaded, pressing himself against the wall even more. The poor boy was shaking like a leaf in the vicious wind; all because he accidentally bumped into someone and caused them to spill their fresh coffee on their favorite shirt.
Give the poor boy a break, it’s his first day in a public school for god’s sake.
47. My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense.
+ 52. My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee!
Those are probably my favourite ones omg ;DHope you’ll enjoy what I wrote :)
“Why are boys so annoying, oh my god!”- you groaned in frustration, followed by Bucky who had an unbelievable smirk on his face, which you wanted to smack at the moment. “And why do you keep walking around half naked and…wet? Why the hell are you wet? You look like a glistening baby’s butt, Barnes!”- you waved your hands in the air like a mad man, but god, you were annoyed!
“No, don’t laugh at me, because you keep doing it! You keep walking your naked butt around as if it’s something everyone wants to look at, playboy!”- the expression on your face was the perfect opposite of his. While yours was a one that said ‘So done with your shit’, his…well his was more like ‘You know you want some more of my shit’.
Well, maybe you did, but that’s not the point now, is it? You smacked his hard chest with your hand and he brought his to the spot you had just hit him and opened his mouth, pretending to be hurt. “You’re a dick”. Yes, that was your final word about it, why the hell bother with an idiot anyways, and besides you can’t really stay near his half naked self for too long and not stare like a schoolgirl.
But, he didn’t have to know that, so you just brushed him off and turned around dramatically, and just so dramatically failed as you found yourself hitting your pinkie toe on the edge of the cabinet.
So, whining in misery, you glared at him, and he was looking quite amused, laughing and such. “You okay there?”- you narrowed your eyes at him, and went to kick him in the leg. “Don’t act like you care, you little fuck!”
His laughter was a blessing from god, well usually, now it was just irritating you in two very opposite ways. Another thing he doesn’t need to know.
“Come on, baby, you have to admit I turn you on, at least physically, you get all blushy when I’m around.” - well how dare he! You just scoffed at him with an unbelievable expression. “So what do you say, I think I can definitely add myself on the list with your turn ons…maybe even kinks?”- he wiggled his brows and even if this made your insides turn red, your face stayed equally annoyed as two seconds ago.
He was one smooth bastard and he knew it, so he made his way over to you and well, his chest were really in your face now, like wow has he been training, because damn. What the fuck _____?? No. “So tell me what turns you on?” - his voice was just the right amount of deepness, mixed with huskyness and like ten spoons of flirtatiousness, but you weren’t giving up just yet, so you kind of said ‘fuck off’ to your horny brain.
My turn ons? Well, what could they be, I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense! Which leads me to my kink, that would be closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee! I don’t want to get flashed by you anymore God damn it, there isn’t a bloody part from you that I haven’t seen!! I feel traumatized and my eyes - my eyes have been violated too many times, Barnes!” - your voice progressed from mumbling to yourself to yelling in his face and shaking him by his arms, while he was simply looking at you dead in the eye with a seductive smirk.
Until… the towel around his hips fell on the ground.