maybe this could be like a series bc i did a pink one too

Strict Parents (Connor Murphy HEADCANON)

INSPIRED BY: @imagine-boyo
(seriously i absolutely loved your headcanon for this. you have a gift for making me feel things)

- ok so you two probably met through each other’s parents
- like they became family friends bc Larry and your dad started working in the same department
- and Cynthia and your mom have a lot in common because they both are into Pilates and weird white people stuff
- aNyWaYs
- both of your parents are lowkey assholes
- they don’t believe in mental illness, gay rights, and sometimes still say some slurs
- but you just gotta live with it
- so when the Murphys came over for the first time, they just brought Connor because Zoe was at band camp or something geeky
- Connor walks in with his parents and you are ShOoKeTh
- like your parents told you beforehand that they had a son that was your age but you were NOT expecting some 6 foot tall punk guy
- usually when your parent’s friend’s have a child, they are really posh and go to private school
- but you saw him and was like damn son
- so they introduce everyone to everyone and it’s lowkey awkward
- you shake Larry and Cynthia’s hands with an awkward smile but Connor just gives you a weak shake of the hand bc he literally just wants to go home and smoke weed lol
- SO
- dinner starts and things are hella awkward
- your parents make you and Connor sit at a different table because you guys “are not adults”
- Connor is really quiet and doesn’t say much
- maybe when a noodle falls off his plate he mumbles, “mother fucker”. But that’s about it.
- and they are hella tipsy
- you can feel Connor getting slowly angry and you’re just like “um? Wanna go upstairs?”
- and he follows because literally anything beats having to stay in a room with his rowdy, drunk parents.
- you bring him to your room and sit down on your bed
- usually you weren’t allowed to bring boys in your room but your dad wouldn’t even know bc he’s too busy talking about capitalism w Larry
- everything would be really quiet until Connor finally speaks
- “your parents are fucking assholes”
- and expects you to be super offended and give him a huge reaction (like Zoe would) but instead you just LAUGH.
- he looks at you, super puzzled. That was the last thing he expected from you.
- then he starts laughing too.
- you two end up laying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling, just talking.
- you tell him about how much you dislike your parents. even though you could be considered a “goody-two-shoes”, you still had contrasting thoughts to your parents. You have never drank, or smoked, but you have different political views.
- Connor talks to you a ton about how much his parents dislike him and how they refuse to give him therapy
- half way through your talk, both of you shed a few tears
- you glance at the clock and it’s 2:00am.
- usually you would be tired by now, but Connor’s breath on your cheek and his eyes focusing on your lips was enough adrenaline to keep you awake for a year.
- at 2:04am, he kissed you.
- at 2:05 am, you kissed back.
- at 2:17 am, you finally broke apart from a series of passionate kisses.
- at 2:23am, Connor tells you that you were his first kiss
- at 2:24 am, you tell Connor that he was yours
- at 3:12am, Connor goes home. But you get a text from him that night, wishing you a good nights rest.
- you and Connor start dating OFFICIALLY like two days later
- you tell your parents that you’re going out for the evening and they start investigating (as per usual)
- they ask you where you’re going, who you’re going with, when you’ll be back, etc.
- you lied and said that you were going out with your best friend
- you walked all the way down your street and turned a corner. There sat Connor Murphy, in his beat up car.
- he would be dressed up slightly, wearing his leather jacket.
- he would be stunned, admiring your yellow sundress and pink lipstick.
- you guys looked like night and day
- after the third date, you finally told your parents about you and Connor
- they were shocked
- “but, Y/N, don’t you want more than some druggie?”
- “Y/N, I think you would much rather like that nice boy next door… his father is a doctor!”
- you finally tell them no.
- you like Connor.
- and there is nothing that can change that
- then they get mad
- they start doing things like taking your phone away at night
- so Connor just sneaks through your window instead
- they make sure that your curfew is 2 hours earlier than it used to be
- so Connor just takes you out earlier in the day
- they banned him from coming into the house
- so Connor waits a centimetre away from the front door
- after a while, your parents got tired of your foolery.
- one night you came home, wearing Connors jacket
- your mom smelled the smoke on it and accused Connor of pressuring you into smoking
- you kept assuring her that he wasn’t, but that didn’t stop her.
- she yelled at you more
- so you ran to your room and cried
- you texted Connor
- he came to your window
- lied in bed with you
- wiped your tears away
- “your parents are fucking assholes” he would whisper against your hair, rocking you back and forth.
- and like you did the night you met, you laughed.

- you and Connor move in together after high school and adopt a puppy
- it’s all you guys need

Chin Up Pt.1

ANONYMOUS Requested:

Can I request a Jimin fluff when he is like the outcast of the school and nobody talks to him, and you see him eating alone by himself and go sit with him, bc you think he doesnt deserves to be treated like that and you wanna be friends with him?

Part 1 Part 2

Genre: High School!Au, Fluff

Word Count: 775

A/N: It’s a lil short but I think I wanna do this in parts tbh? Maybe I’ll get some more inspiration and this can be a good series. 

Your whole life, you’d lived in a small town where everyone knew each other. The same groups of friends always stayed the same so, every passing school year you always knew who to sit with and who to talk to. Your friends always remained close, as so did everyone else’s. Everything remained the same until high school. A new student was enrolled from another city, you didn’t know him personally but he seemed harmless enough. Your friends also noticed him, but were rather indifferent to him. At first, you thought that he’d find somewhere to fit in quickly. He had a nice smile that made his eyes look like little crescent moons, full lips, and brightly colored hair. He wasn’t easily lost in a crowd, he was bound to catch someone’s attention. With those thoughts in mind, you didn’t give him much thought and went about your day as you always did.

The days went by, and the cotton candy haired boy was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t run into him in the halls, and none of your friends knew or cared where he was. One day at lunch, you saw him sitting by himself and part of you hoped he was just waiting for his friends. However, as the minutes passed no one went to him, he just sat there in silence by himself in an empty table. You asked your friends about it, but as expected, they only gave disinterested answers about him saying that maybe his friends were running late, or maybe they couldn’t find him. You’d have to be blind to miss  a kid with bright pink hair.

After that day, you saw him more and more. He was always alone, though. He got transferred to your literature class, so now you saw him every day; you saw him eat by himself every day at lunch. You suggested to your friends that they go sit with him, they didn’t think it was a good idea though. Regardless of what they thought, you took your things and went to sit with him anyway. He looked up at you, his expression half hopeful and half scared, you sat in front of him and set your food down in front of you. He stopped eating and watched you quietly, the silence was a little awkward so you spoke up,

“Where’d you come from?” You asked, looking at him expectantly, tone sweet and warm. Your question caught the boy off guard, he hesitated a little before he spoke.

“I- Nowhere special.” Was all that he said. Odd, but whatever.

“What should I call you fairy boy?” he giggled shyly at your comment. He had this aura to him that just screamed adorable. Everything he did was inherently cute, he really was charming.

“I’m Jimin, who are you though?” His voice was a little pitched, just the perfect tone. It matched his entire image of softness.

You spent lunch with Jimin, he was an interesting kid, he liked to draw and he swore on his life he was “totally the coolest dancer you’ll ever see.” He walked you to class even though you told him he didn’t have to, but he insisted that it was okay as his class was down the hall. You almost didn’t want to go to class just so you could spend more time with him. You had the next hour with him so you might be able to talk then. When you got out of class, he was already waiting for you there, he greeted you and you were on your way. You could tell that Jimin really enjoyed literature, because whenever you looked over at him you saw him reading ahead while the teacher droned on and on about pacing and tone.

Once the day was done, you were ready to go home and so was Jimin. You didn’t exactly know where he lived but he insisted he was going in your direction too, so you walked together. On the walk there, you learned a little more about him. His family moved to your town because of his little brother, so they thought this change would be good for both of them. And according to Jimin it was, he didn’t have that many friends in his old school either so he hoped that he’d find people to connect with here, which led you to meet him. The walk felt too short, but before you knew it you were already at the steps of your house. Jimin waved you a goodbye before he disappeared down the street.

You couldn’t help but feel a little excited thinking about seeing him tomorrow.

nct as dads [johnny]

• okay so lets b real johnny is the stereotypical fun dad
• constantly throwing them at least a little too high
• ur blood pressure is through the roof  
• (as r the kids tbh)
• honestly u weren’t even sure u trusted him to hold them at first
• convinced he was gonna drop at least one of them, at least once
• luckily he never did but like there were some close calls

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When in Roma - Part Five

Summary: A wedding brings you to Rome, but you booked yourself a few extra days for a small holiday. You didn’t really expect to not spend it alone.
: 885
: None, unless you count pure fluff as a warning??
AN: Who wouldn’t love a few days in Rome, right?? This is a 6 part drabble series, though part 6 will be a full length fic. It’s based off the small trip to Rome I went on at the start of September, except… ya know, Jared.
These drabbles are all queued already, and I won’t have my laptop with me, meaning I can’t edit tags and things. There will be one drabble a day while I’m abroad in Pompeii, just to tide you guys over til I’m home :p
This series is also just pure fluff and history fangirling. I don’t think it’s much of a rollercoaster, just… cute times with Jared.
Special thanks to @frickfracklesackles who gave me the idea for the series (probably by accident but still). Both she and @skybinx-blog kept reading the drabbles over to check them for me. Love you both!!!

Roma Masterlist


Neither of you managed to get out of bed until about 1 o’clock in the afternoon. Not that it really bothered you. Your flight home wasn’t until the evening of the following day, and Jared was staying in Rome another two days after that. So, you both took your time getting dressed, before you insisted on leaving the hotel.

“I didn’t come all the way here to watch tv all day. I can do that at home, and understand it too,” you told him when he cast an anxious glance out the window.

In the end, you dragged him out to the museum of the Ara Pacis, dashing from the taxi straight into the museum lobby to try and avoid getting drenched. It partially worked, as your jacket was sodden, but you were able to take it off as soon as you got inside.

Despite your protests, Jared insisted on paying entry for the both of you, including the current exhibition that was going on, saying that since you were the one showing him around it was the least he could do. With your cheeks slightly pink, you finally relented.

“So, just how much are you going to nerd out on me here?” he asked playfully, handing over the cash to the cashier.

“Well, if you’re hoping to go to the Colosseum tomorrow, I’ll tone it down… I’ll save the real history freak until then,” you told him, though you didn’t bother looking at him. Your eyes were firmly glued on the large stone structure in front of you.

Beside you, you heard him chuckle, but didn’t ask why. “Alright then,” he pressed, studying the look on your face, “what am I looking at here?”

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work in progress tag

thank you @blushoseoks @workofteaguk & @wonhopes for tagging me :’D i usually never do tag games bc i’m boring and would rather eat cake… but i’m hoping this will motivate me to finish all my current projects *side eyes my 12 drafts in despair* 

i feel like most of my mutuals have already been tagged ?? so i will tag them again just to make sure @1honeypot @kimtrain @floralseokjin @gukvory @authorose @mint-tape

 ❋ dick n’ go || seokjin x reader || pwp with cocky!jin 

  After trooping through a series of horrendous first dates and mediocre hookups, you were convinced you would never find a man capable of satisfying your needs. Your friend recommends you try a slightly unconventional method to remedy your bad luck.  

(alternatively: seokjin has a nice dick and you want to RIDE it)

excerpt; (i’m about halfway done but i write about 10 words a day so hopefully this finally sees the light of day !! )

This time you couldn’t even blame the dating agency for a faulty match-up. There had been no fluke of any kind; suited in crisp Tom Ford and polished Italian leather, he was exactly as described on paper, which had been all the more infuriating. Admittedly, when you had first met him tonight, you had swooned a little, not daring to believe your luck. With his slicked back hair and tailored suit, he was a sight for sore eyes. In hindsight, you should have known better than to get your hopes up, especially when you considered your track record with men.

“Ah… Congrats.” You managed a strained smile while surreptitiously reaching for the Pinot Noir.

Regret started to pool in your gut. Signing up on a dating website hadn’t been the wisest move, you now realized. Had the wooing process always been this tiring? Maybe you were rusty, having been out of the game for too long.

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So bc a few people have asked for the model AU to be turned into a series, I’ve decided to do it so without further ado, here is half of the Daegu line, my highkey spirit animal, Min Yoongi aka Suga aka August D

  • Visuals are up first to give you an idea of what model!Yoongi truly is
  • As I said in the other posts, his looks change a good bit
  • But his actually change a lot more than Jimin and Jin’s do
  • We have seen yoon with just about all the colors
  • He’s had red, orange, pink, green, blonde, black, gray, need I continue
  • But his openness to trying new colors and different styles, different looks makes him easy to work with
  • Bc he can literally be told they want his hair to be gray for a shoot the day of said shoot and he’d just be like ight 
  • He likes seeing the different colors, he likes seeing the ways they highlight or distract from certain features like soft colors make the sharper features stand out whereas others make him look softer
  • He’s had dark green hair, it was a really dark color but it was light enough that you could still tell it was green and it wasn’t like straight up green, it had a bit more a blue undertone
  • We’ve seen him with that light green, minty color so it’s kinda cool to see him with the flip side of it bc have you ever seen yoon with dark hair it is so fucking nice
  • Like just picture this for a second
  • Dark green hair, all black clothes with some black boots and like a black blazer type of jacket and that lil look in his eyes that he gets when he raps, just leaned up against a wall with a simple set bc Yoongi is like the art, the rest is just a frame
  • He’s had lilac hair, yoon’s proven that he can pull off lighter color, it just makes him look ethereal and angelic and just really soft and I love it
  • Like just the lilac hair, a gray sweater, maybe a shirt if it’s during the summer, stretched out on a couch with his arm behind his head tell me that doesn’t sound nice as fuck
  • He’s also had a blue color that was actually really cool bc it had like a bit of purple mixed in with it, it’s not too dark but it’s also not a light blue
  • There’s this one picture he takes while he has the blue hair, it’s from the side so you can see his profile and just the j aW the neck the lips the everything is just too nice, the amount of people calling him to hire him like doubles after it bc d amn kid
  • Speaking of kids, he was a bby model
  • Have you ever seen that one bby picture of Yoongi bc oh my g od he was a beautiful bby (who then grew into a beautiful man 10/10)
  • He goes in and out of modeling as he grows up, he mainly does photo shoots during the summer
  • He does go to school so it’s not like he can be a full time model yet plus he’s still a lil kid so he’s exploring all the different paths he can go on
  • Like does he wanna become a teacher, he has this really really nice teacher who always gives him an extra animal cracker and makes sure that she always gives him the animal he likes the most
  • But he quickly realizes he likes modeling and music those are his things he likes the most, they’re the things he could do for the rest of his life so he starts putting more focus into the whole modeling thing
  • He’s got such a nice face like if you just take a second to really look at it, he really is such a beautiful person like his nose, his eyes, his lips they’re all great and the JAW OH BOY
  • You two meet as lil bby children
  • You do a shoot together when you two are kids and kinda becoming this modeling duo as you grow older
  • Like you both do individual things all the time but people are always looking forward to that next photo shoot you’re gonna have together
  • Off set, you two are like best friends, you hang out just about everyday, you’re constantly sleeping over at the other’s apartment
  • He casually has a drawer in your dresser and you have one in his like it’s kinda platonic but at the same time it isn’t at all
  • Especially since doing all of those shoots together requires you to be pretty close and personal with each other and that stirs up some feelings bc there have been so many times you two have been so close to kissing that you could literally just lean forward just a bit and kiss him
  • And you’re really tempted to bc he’s a sarcastic sweetheart who would do anything for you bc you’re his best friend
  • You’ve both talked about it before like what would happen if you dated but you’ve always ended up getting sidetracked
  • This is someone you’ve been around your entire life, it’s someone who’s flown across the world for you bc you were sad or upset and he wasn’t okay with that at all and had to fix it immediately
  • This is someone who sends you flowers randomly like you show up to a shoot and there’s just a bouquet for you bc why not it’ll make you smile and it’s a cute lil way of saying good luck
  • You two somehow end up holding hands sometimes and you like to hug him a lil bit longer than you probably should if you want to keep it in that platonic zone and sometimes you wake up to be cuddled up to him
  • One night you two end up kissing, neither of you really knows who leaned in first so you both agree to just say you both did
  • The first photo shoot you two do as a couple is one of his favorites tbh bc it’s the start of the next chapter for you two
the café.

Words; 1,502

Pairing; seokjin x reader

Warnings; fluff

Requests;holy. what… how am I friens w/ such an amazing writer¿ how was I graced w/ your frienship?¡ I just don’t get it!! but honestly kaila I am so frickin excited for these (also I’d like to see Seokjins or Yoongis first bc they sound most interesting)” - @devinscissorhands

Please start with seokjin! !!” - @megneg22

A/N; so i’ve decided to start this au series with seokjin!!! mainly because he had gotten the most votes to be first, please remember that after this you may still vote for whose imagine you’d like to see next! all members are available, except for seokjin obviously :))) surprisingly, i really like this imagine and it’s probably my favorite i’ve written so far. i’m so glad to have finally gotten this started, so please anticipate! thank you for reading lovelys ♥

Originally posted by bwiseoks

For all your life, ever since your birth, you had wondered why you could only see the world in black and white. Is something wrong with me? You had always asked yourself whenever you heard people speak of the beautiful colors of the world. Only recently had you realized you weren’t the only one like that, and it was all just a matter of time. You were so desperate to see the colors everyone had spoke of and you know exactly how to. “I have to find my him.”

It was probably the most boring Sunday of your life, sitting on your couch and constantly stuffing your mouth like you had nothing better to do; because you didn’t. The lame drama playing on the screen in front of you didn’t help your boredom because all you saw were the constant shades of black and white in front of you. You would always admire the way others viewed these kinds of things, pointing out every color and every little detail. Only were you able to imagine the way everything looked, how it was always said that grass was green… and the sky was always the most beautiful shade of blue. Hell you didn’t even know what those colors looked like!!! It sounds a little sad, knowing that about half of the world’s population doesn’t even know what the color yellow is, or any color.

You had even seemed to notice the children around you pointing out colors, and you just thought they were the luckiest people in the world. They were lucky enough to have met their soulmate at such a young age, to have been blessed by the fact that their soulmate was easy to reach. You had no idea where your soulmate was or could be, he could be on the other side of the world but nobody knew that for sure. Finding your soulmate was all part of the adventure, and you couldn’t do anything but deal with it.

It was always good to know that someone out there had been saved for you, that in the end you wouldn’t inevitably be alone. You had read stories, telling of a reality without the soulmate rule, and how people would just end up alone for their whole lives. You were thankful, thankful that wasn’t how you’d end up because without this whole soulmate rule you’d have no one. Yet, the chance of being alone was still there. You didn’t realize it at first, but what if you did never find your soulmate? It was said that at least once every three hours, someone found their soulmate. You wondered how it felt, knowing that the first thing you’d see in color was your soulmate, how it felt to see the person you were destined to be with the way you should’ve always seen them.

Your parents were your first inspiration, and they still were to this day. They were the first pair of soulmates you had ever seen, and wow, you were just amazed by the love they shared. It almost seemed like you could see the way their hearts connected, two halves forming one whole soul. You wanted that, hell you’d do anything for it; if only you could search every man on Earth until you could see in color.

Your parents constantly told the story of how they finally got to see color, how happy they were… and every little emotion they went through. It was like every time they would bring up the story, they’d pour their whole hearts out each time. It always made your mind run wild, what did your soulmate look like? When would we meet? Where would we meet? There were so many things you wanted to know, you just wished you could see into the future; but that would just ruin the fun wouldn’t it?

“If you really want to meet your soulmate that badly, why do you keep lying around on the couch like that?” Your best friend Namjoon said, pointing at you.

You scoffed at him, “Maybe you should tell yourself that too.” You knew how lazy he was compared to you, and he was no better than you were. “I’m pretty sure you want to find your soulmate too.”

“If only my soulmate would find me first, it’d be less work for me” he replied, dashing into the kitchen to grab something to eat. You laughed pathetically at him as you shooed him away from you. He came back to plop down onto the sofa right beside you, holding a bag of chips out to you. “What color do you think these chips are?”


“Why do you say that Y/N?” Namjoon questioned you, tilting his head at your answer.

“Pink just seems like a really lame color.”

“How the hell does someone find their soulmate anyway?” Namjoon asked you as you two walked through a hiking trail, which happened to be lined by trees, all the same exact shade of grey. It seemed so boring to you, not getting to see the world the right way.

“I’ve seen plenty of people put up signs in public,” you replied.“But it makes like no sense. Why waste your time when the only way you would be able to know is if you saw color?”

“I don’t understand it, and neither do you. I guess it’s all just pure luck right?” You two continued walking down the trail, ending at a small little café in the middle of nowhere. You followed right behind Namjoon as you took step into the café. It was fairly empty, a cheerful melody echoed in the background of the room. The room smelled like coffee, and sweets and they filled your nose, making your stomach growl slightly.

Namjoon pulled you up to the counter and brought you face to face with a boy. He seemed to be the cashier, he wore a bright smile on his face as he asked for your order. You never really made eye contact with the boy, almost afraid you’d be blinded by his beauty. Your mind was going wild, this boy was absolutely beautiful. You had always wondered what it’d be like to date someone of your own choice, to rebel against the whole concept of soulmates, and that’s what you were thinking of doing now. You knew that concept had been left behind long ago; people just wanted to see color in their lives and you understood that. But it almost seemed like you’d give up color for the boy placed right in front of you.

“Y/N, what do you want?” Namjoon awoke you from your thoughts, causing you to look up at him and to the cashier. You smiled at the boy; you began to say your order… but something was off. You turned away, noticing something slowly fade into your vision. You turned back to the boy, and the look the cashier gave you was undecipherable; it went from surprise, fear, to happiness in just a few seconds. You were too caught up in his face to realize that you were seeing something you’ve never seen before. You had both fallen into a trance, stuck in each others gazes for a while with your jaws dropped to the floor. “Excuse me? Is everything alright?” Namjoon butted in to your moment, a look of pure confusion and worry clouding his face. You turned your gaze to him, and you could perfectly see the color of his skin; the color of his hair and the color of his clothes. You quickly turned around, facing the small windows of the café, noticing the trees swaying and the clouds in the sky in full color. You quickly turned around the point at the cashier boy, pointing a finger straight at his eyes. You quickly read the nametag placed perfectly on his breast pocket before finally saying the words you’ve waited to say your whole life.

“You’re my soulmate,” you both said in unison. Your voices seemed out of breath, as you were still trying to understand such a situation. You thought you’d be more prepared for this moment in your life, but apparently you weren’t. Ever since you were young, you had planned how you’d confront your soulmate, just like the way your parents had met each other; but all you could say was that you preferred this far better than anything.

You turned to face your best friend, giggling at the look of shock on his face. “Namjoon, I think I just found my soulmate. He’s a cashier at a café, and his name is Seokjin.”

anonymous asked:

Can you guys talk more about artist jean? I went through the tag and I know you have a lot already but if you could maybe do more? I'm thinking about like when he first starts at USC and realizes that this maybe might be something he wants/is good at, first learning how to draw etc. Thanks!



- paint splatters on all his (shut up they’re totally not Jeremy’s) clothes

- typical messy artist


- Jean doodling in the margins of his notes without even noticing it and Jeremy or someone commenting that they’re nice

- touching his face without realizing there’s paint on his hands and getting colorful smudges all over his cheeks


- does he even use paint? no body really know not for like a year until the final showcase (turns out no??? strange…)

- literally just the contrast with that black of his previous life

- never uses blood red or black

- hates charcoal

- would be good at charcoal (think of the potential moans his teacher) but not going to touch it


- when he’s first with the Trojans they do like a team bonding thingy with splatter painting (i did this in hs shhhhhh totally not just copying) and it’s so fun and they’re all covered in paint

- but then after a bit everyone is just fucking around and he’s still painting? and it looks so rad???

- YES PERRI he does some charcoal because it’s required and is incredible but the final products are lacking that passion his art usually has

- They’re TECHNICALLY good but he’s so unhappy making them and it shows so no one pushes him to do it again


-Imagine Laila and Jean sitting and doodling all over each other’s arms and they’re both covered and she eventually starts drawing over his tattoo because they have to build trust first and it’s how they bond.

- Also Jeremy doing a speech in the locker room for everyone but Jean and Laila have heard it all before and they’re just doodling and the new freshman are like “but ours captain’s talking how can they!!” And Jeremy’s just smiling because he’s so glad Jean’s got other friends


-You know what? He probably doesn’t even realize he’s good at it at first? Like, he’s not been allowed to have other hobbies or talents outside exy for so long, he probably doesn’t even recognize when he’s good at and interested in something else?? Someone probably has to point it out to him?? And at first he probably ignores it bc not exy


-Bb Jean who absolutely LOVES crayons and had so so so many pages for crayon drawing of the sea/beach/town/cats/his family/childhood team they literally papered his walls

-Raven!Jean who only has access to black pen but still draws in the margins of his books (Riko has no reason to look that’s how kev kept the letter secret) and on his arms when he needs to be grounded

-Trojan!Jean who isn’t given access to black pens anymore so instead does all his sketchy pen work in blue and green and bright red and renee gives him a set of coloured biros so he has orange and purple and light blue and pink and yellow too

-Jean who starts to do sketches of the campus/court and the team as a way to try and familiarise himself with them

-Jean who has no idea that he’s any good because why would he but draws because it’s the easiest way for him to process his new life and make it into something he understands

-Jean who uses drawing repetitive patterns wither on the page of a notebook or on his own skin (inner arm by his elbow where it won’t be seen) as a way to calm himself down/distracted/ground himself


- Jean starts drawing on Jeremy once they’re ~best friends sometimes, like they’ll be studying and one of them will get anxious so he’ll steal Jeremy’s non-dominant hand and start drawing on his arm. And Jeremy LOVES it, because it’s Jean risking trusting him with something important, letting someone else into his space, being vulnerable, sharing stuff he likes, and!!!


- Jean who gets encouraged by Jer and Laila to take art as one of his new classes

- And who then absolutely loves it because he has access to so many new materials and basically complete liberty and he has his own space in the studio that’s just his (he’s never had that before)

- And he can go in any time cause it’s open 24/7 like the campus library and he can just check himself in and out whenever

- And so it becomes a safe space for him where none of the team can bother him unless he lets them in

- Other than Laila who also takes art but never oversteps that line when they’re there together

- Jean who becomes slightly less furtive about his art

- But at the same time more secretive about it and so Jer gets to see less and less and Jean keeps it mostly to his workbooks now and doesn’t leave them lying around like he used to with his notebooks

- And this is because he’s doing a whole watercolour series documenting on “home” and it’s basically just loads and loads of life studies of his and Jer’s dorm and Jer and Laila and occasionally Alvarez and some of the team but SO MANY SECRET LIVE STUDIES OF JER! And Jean’s becoming more and more aware of that maybe being a little odd and he’s not embarrassed but he’s mindful of not doing something that would fuck up the tentative safety he’s found here with Jer


-Hazel BUT IMAGINE Jean’s barely at the point where he’ll even like sit next to Jer on the couch but at some point idk his non-dominant arm is covered already so he reaches over and takes Jer’s and waits for Jer to get angry but he doesn’t (because he’s secretly really pleased that this is Jean Trusting Him and Asking For Things)


- His drawings probably start off as nothing but exy sketches at usc because he doesn’t know what else to draw? Then he starts getting closer to Jeremy and the team and they slowly start shifting to focus on his life with them as well

- He probably stresses about that “home” project for so long because what can he even call home? Then he’s in their dorm room and he just sees Jeremy do something completely normal like cooking or studying or just laughing and smiling and it suddenly hits him that he knows what to draw


- Just so many sketches of jer like cooking

- Or doing the washing up with his sleeves rolled up

- And a painting of their morning coffee cups across from each other on the table

- And Jer looking out the window with a pen in his mouth and a book open on his lap

- And Jer slumped over on the coach asleep still in his joggers from just after practice

- Laila playing with Alvarez’s hair while Alvarez argues with her about what film to watch

- Their room with all their stuff mixing in the mess of everyday life


- Jeremy slinging his arm over one of their team mates who scored an amazing goal in the game they just played, red faced and sweaty but smiling so brightly

- Laila and Alvarez cuddling and Alvarez frowning at Laila for putting her cold feet on Alvarez ’s lap but there’s so much love in her eyes

- A wardrobe full of sweaters in different bright colours

- A team group hug where you can only make out who’s who from the names on the back of their jerseys

- Jeremy’s smile as Jean doodles on his arms


- Painting Jeremy. Actually painting on Jeremy. (Also he does it once when they’ve been together a while and Jer takes a photo and goes and gets it tattooed because he loves Jean and Jean’s art)


-Okay so when he’s first learning he sometimes gets very frustrated with himself

- Like he’s accepted that he likes art and that it’s something he might want to do and that it’s something okay to do even though it isn’t exy

- But he still feels like he needs to try harder, and do better, and that he’s not good enough

- So he studies all the technical aspects and repeats the same sketched 10+ times trying to get that one detail just right but he can’t

- And for a while it gets really bad and jeremy notices that he’s starting to lose the relaxing/therapeutic aspect of art


- YESS! And as with every artist there’s the whole thing abut not being about to create irl the pictures you can imagine and it would piss him off so so much


- and Jeremy shows him all the studies Picasso did for Guernica and Monet’s haystack series and is like it’s okay everyone goes through this it takes practice but now even the studies and ‘mistakes’ are in museums

- and I was in a museum yesterday with an exhibit of all the cartoons for versailles murals

- the original sketches that they transfer to the walls

- and on some of them you could clearly see the outlines of all the past attempts and eraser marks and smudges and !!! Jer shows him all this stuff and helps him calm down and work through it


- And Jer would probably (not being artistic himself) reach out to Laila like WHAT DO I DOOO!!?  

- And she like whenever that happens to me I change medium to whatever is the furthest from what I was using before and start again


- and Jer even asks for some of the pieces Jean thinks are ‘bad’ because they aren’t technically 100% perfect and he keeps them and loves them and eventually shows Jean that he kept them (not right away) (way in the future)


- And he takes him on ART GALLERY DATES!


- so he’s in this one course which is what’s making him stress but Jer signs them up for like a wine + watercolor night and it’s a bunch of people and some have never even painted and they’re all just chilling and relaxed and having fun and WATERCOLOR YAY and Jean loves it!!


-And Jean is so so quietly in awe and he spends so long looking at particular pieces and Jer just gazes at Jean gazing at art like ART-CEPTION


-and he sees old masters’ art journals on display and all the little details and all the different types of art and mediums and he loves it ALL


- Do we like… Know what Jean’s favorite style/era of painting is?

- Because like with all the pastel headcanoning we already have I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked the Impressionists


- Gabry im kind of on the fence


- But also like what does he do himself?


- Help my brain has started in slightly angsty directions

- Like Jean painting over his scars when he can’t stand to look at them, but also looking at them making him feel so sick some days he can’t even look long enough to paint


- He’d love Impressionism but also Dada?? Like i think he would get such a kick out of the ridiculousness of it and at the same time its such a fuck you to the rules
- also this

- the letters at the bottom, if you read them in French, sound like “Elle a chaud au cul”= she is hot in the butt


- Plus like it’s not like he couldn’t have more than one favorite


- Okay but I totally want Jean to be a fan of like Turner because of the technical skill but the visual freedom and softness

- And like imagine Jean in a gallery room full of turners work just gazing at the pieces for HOURS


- I am pretty pro Impressionist Jean but that might be a personal bias



here is a bunch of Turner stuff for comprehension:


- Hazel told me not to make it sad

- But I have some slightly sad things to say

- Like Jean drawing scenes from his nightmares when he can’t get back to sleep at night and doesn’t know how else to process them

- But I won’t do it I won’t say sad things ….except that one


- Goya nightmare etchings yo


- Jean hiding these nightmare drawings away because he doesn’t want Jeremy to ever see them but for some reason he can’t destroy them

- He takes them out and just stares at them sometimes but he doesn’t know why because it’s not like he likes them

- The nightmare drawings are really disturbing and abstract

- And full of things like knives and water and anything else he’d ever been tortured with

- They’re the only drawings he does that have no colour


- Do we have anything about Jean teaching Maggie to draw and do art as she grows up?

- or doing the artwork for the twins’ science fair projects like backdrops or if they’re doing models he helps them paint them and make them look like super professional.

- and like before at some point I think I had talked about Jean doing seriously realistic makeup for the boys during Halloween and all of their friends are jealous because Exy star Jean Moreau made them look like real zombies.