Request: Can I get a fuckboy theoX bestfriend were she’s in love with him and they live together so she gets tortured by him having sex with other girls and she starts fading away from him and develops a eating disorder? Sorry if thats to much. Please&thank you.
A/N: Sorry it took a while, its just that writer’s block is a thing and school has been tiring. Sorry
Isak and Even hair drabble | what even is this tho?
I miss Isak, I miss Even…I wonder what they are doing right now…
I imagine that they are being goofy as always, showing their affection by arguing about something silly like
OMG like Isak deciding that he wants to get a flipping haircut! And Even is just like NO !!!!! FUCKING !!! WAY !!!! BOI. He is literally so offended and I mean this actually turns super serious. Isak kinda just said it one day like “Ugh my hair is getting so long, and it’s so curly and so annoying and I just want to chop it all off” and Even’s all like “lol don’t do that baby, you would not pull of bald. You’d look like a cute baby egg” and then he just kisses his golden curls and Isak playfully slaps him away while grinning “Shut up! I would not, I’d look like a fucking king”
Even just laughs and is like “sure baby”
but then of course eventually it gets serious??? like Isak brings it up again one day, like Even mentions a film he wants to go see and Isak is like “Oh let me know the time it’s on because I was thinking of getting my hair cut on Sunday” and Even just like freezes and is all “EXCUSE ME? wot da fuq” and Isak looks up at him and is like “yeah i mean i’m just gonna get it cut a little shorter so it’s not as curly and annoying.” Even’s hand (which was stroking all of Isak’s ‘annoying’ curls) has just stopped in his hair and he is just Not. Chill. At. All. he looks at Isak with his mouth all open and pouty “You are not cutting your hair.” he declares meeting Isaks eyes.
Isak laughs “what??” he shouts amused and surprised at the passion inside his boys voice over his damn hair. Even just tilts his face down and gives Isak his “I am not kidding babe your not going there, fight me boo” look.
and Isak just laughs before shouting “oh my gosh your being ridiculous! It’s just hair It doesn’t even matter EVEEEEEN!”
so then Even just thinks oh you want to fucking start this before smiling and nodding. Isak nods with pride thinking he’s won this fight befooooore Even says
“You know what? You’re right, summer is coming up and it just gets so hot, I think i’ll go and get my hair cut with you.”
OH DEAR LORD
Isak looks back up at him in horror “NEI!” he practically screams before he could rethink it.
Even’s eyebrows shoot up smugly “what? no? But baby it’s just hair right?”
Isak rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defeat “Fine…fine no fucking hair cut. I hate you.”
Even rolls over and pulls grumpy Isak closer to him, holding him against his chest. “You love me…” He runs his hand through Isak’s prince hair and kisses it before whispering in his ear “and I love your hair.”
Isak smiles to himself and blushes. He would never tell Even but after hearing those words from the man of his life, Isak has never looked after his precious curls more.
Here's a Sakuya headcanon I thought of~ It's to do with.... THE HAIR CURL. Okay, so imagine this. Little Sakuya having a habit of twirling his hair with his fingers whenever he got nervous. This habit continued on to adulthood, resulting in the hair curl, and when it was not curly enough for him, you ask? BRING OUT THE HAIR CURLERS. But, my point is, imagine Sakuya asleep and TWIRLING HIS HAIR FLICK. Tsubakyun and Belkia probably bully him for this lmao
ppfffttt yes, and I also remember all the jokes headcanons that I bought up about Sakuya using only ONE hair roller/curler thing in the discord chat awhile ago…. but I like the idea of him twirling his hair outta nervous habit. haha that’s kinda cute~ Tbh I twirl my own hair out of nervous habit so I RELATE.
Liar liar pants on fire. I’m sorry.
but I also had these other hair curler “doodles” done, from when we talked about it awhile ago. :> so I guess I can finally just post them here too. These were supposed to be doodles but I got carried away as usual lolol.
Look Mido, I even did the “older sister influence” headcanon because I mean ITS A PRETTY CUTE IDEA.
Now he thinks he’s cool. :D But what if his sister was responsible for the hair curl???? I MEAN. COme ON. I seriously wonder what Sakuya’s opinon is on his own hair. Is he really okay with it??? Does he really wake up in the morning and is like, “This is fine.” Probably just give up one day. lol
DRAWING LITTLE BABU SAKU IS SO MUCH FUN I CRY. These silly hair headcanons weren’t supposed to MAKE ME EMOTIONAL.
summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.
pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)
series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)
a/n: as always, thank you for the comments and reblogs. any kind of feedback is loved and appreciated. MASTER LIST | PART TWO
“What kind of contract were you on?” he asked me.
Bucky had knocked on my door early the next morning. I was already awake, but I had pretended to be annoyed when I opened the door and allowed him to come inside. He sat down in one of the recliners in the corner of the bedroom, while I sat at the foot of my bed.
“It was really more like a lease agreement,” I said. “HYDRA paid the organization I belonged to for my services, and I was at their disposal until that lease was up.”
Harry and Draco were still standing in the kitchen, one of Harry’s hands entwined in Draco’s blond, gorgeous hair. The sheer perfection hair could reach was astounding to the man who’d never even tried to comb the mess on his own head, let alone model it.
“I ruined your batter.”
“And my coiffure, I might add.” The slightly snarky tone was not missed on Harry’s side, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. What the hell am I doing? You can’t barely talk to your nemesis for months and then fall into his arms, crying over childhood trauma. Get it together Potter.
“Sorry, Malfoy, I wasn’t…” Harry tried to pull away. Surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him not just for back-rubbing this time, but in full on chest squeezing hug mode. No way in hell was he getting out of this.
“Oh, shut up, Potter. I bloody well don’t have anything better to do in this hell hole then study, bake, do my hair and as of now hug you.” This statement in combination with the actions of its speaker took Harry completely by surprise, just as the sudden wave of emotions had only minutes before. He did not believe the Malfoy he knew from Hogwarts would ever hug him, or anyone else for that matter. It made him a bit uncomfortable, because he didn’t know how to handle him now. Heck, I don’t even know how to handle myself, why would I know how to handle Malfoy?
Said Malfoy was not entirely sure how to handle himself either. He lived on his own in a tiny flat with only piles and piles of books he nicked from the manor as company. Both Pansy and Blaise had left for Italy to escape the judgemental stares but getting a visa was impossible for an ex-death eater. Sure, they wrote often enough, but it had been weeks since Draco had any physical contact besides brushing past people on his way to the Scamander Institute. A place he hadn’t been to for almost two months now because the practical part of his potions degree was done. When he came to think of it, with the other inhabitant of the building doing the shopping, he hadn’t even left his flat for over seven weeks now.
Suddenly Harry blurted out. “Frederick the second.”
“What?” It was the most random thing Draco had ever heard, and he was slightly offended Potter seemed to think it was okay to disturb this moment of peace and tranquillity with random terms.
“Frederick the second discovered baby’s die if they don’t get physical attention.”
Draco was now definitely offended. “Are you calling me a baby? Because if you are,” and now it was Draco who tried to free himself from the other man, “I don’t appreciate…”
“No, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant.” Harry was now flustered more of embarrassment that tears. “I was trying to explain to myself why you would hug me.” His voice was reduced to a whisper again. “I think he might need it”
Harry had said that last bit more to himself than to the other man, his forehead leaning heavily on Draco’s shoulder. The kitchen floor had no eyes to judge him and he didn’t think he could handle judgement at the moment. “It was the first time I realised my aunt and uncle were not treating me like they should. When my teacher from primary school told me about this experiment where they tried to bring up baby’s without the slightest bit of affection. They all died of neglect.” A deep, sad sigh escaped Harry’s throat. “I would hate to see you die of neglect, Malfoy.”
Draco froze. Was Harry trying to save him?Again? By hugging him?
He didn’t need saving, he… Thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. Self centered narcissist. Harry literally just told you he grew up ‘without the slightest bit of affection’.
“That’s pretty fucked up Harry.” His first name slipped out before Draco noticed, and now there was no way back. Harry flinched. He went a bit limp, it seemed. The man had always had a strong reaction to his first name.
“I think you could say that…” Somehow Harry still managed to smile into Draco’s shirt, a place he was still pushed against because Draco was now more holding than hugging him. The bizarreness of the situation only doomed on the man now.
“I guess you really needed to get that of your chest if it’s me you’re telling these things to now.”
The dark haired man nuzzled his neck, his weight slowly shifting from Draco to his own feet. “I can never tell Ron and Hermione. They’re so happy together, I don’t want to put a damper on their spirits. I don’t want them to treat me like a beaten up puppy again. I hate that.”
Draco snorted. What a different world this golden boy lived in, afraid he would worry his friends, afraid they would care too much. “If it’s any consolation, I wasn’t planning on treating you like a puppy any time soon. Beaten up or not. I’m not a great fan of dogs.”
“Are you saying that you are a great fan of me?” Potter looked up from Draco’s shirt, eyes red from crying yet somehow already showing a spark of joy. A small, cheeky smile on his lips.
“Oh, shut up Potter.” To his embarrassment Draco felt heat rise up to his cheeks. This is not how he’d expected his afternoon to go. A true smile now showed on Harry’s face, and he hugged Draco back again. Much less an act of despair, now more an act of… An act of…
“You’re a surprisingly good hugger Malfoy.”
Draco had very much enjoyed the happiness on Harry’s face before. He had no objections to seeing it again.
“You’ll find I’m a quite adequate kisser too.”
Aaargh! So, this took me way too long but I hope it was worth the wait. Btw
is a fancy word for hairdo, but Draco is fancy and french-ish so this seemed more fitting. Thank you for all your kind words!
(Also the experiment mentioned was an actual thing the emperor of the holy roman empire did it in the middle ages, this guy)
“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”
Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?
I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?
There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.
People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?
How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?
Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.
My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.
It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.
I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.
I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.
He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.
I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!
I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.
“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.
“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.
“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.
“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried
“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.
“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.
“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.
“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.
“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.
“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.
“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.
“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.
“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.
“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.
“But-” I was cut off once again.
“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.
I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.
“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.
This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.
Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?
Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)
Summary: She’d daydreamed about reaching out and touching him, but she never thought she’d actually do it.
A/N: Thank you so much @jacksons-smile (aka my bESTIE) for making the moodboard for me! Ilysm for real :D
She wanted to touch him.
Not like how most people would think: she just wanted to know what he felt like.
He always sat at the desk in front of her, and every day she daydreamed about reaching out and brushing him with her fingertips. She just wanted to slip her arms around his shoulders, and stroke his cheeks with her palms, and feel him. She knew, though, she would never actually do it.
Well, until that day.
It had been raining for the past week, and today was no different. Dim, gray light spilled through the window panes, and droplets tapped against the glass as if seeking shelter.
She had always loved the rain, but today she hardly paid any mind to the weather.
His hair was messy, like he’d run a hand through it one too many times, and it was slightly damp from the rain.
Oh, how she wanted to touch it. She wondered how soft it was, or how it felt when you ran your fingers through it. He was leaning back in his seat so far that all she had to do was raise her hand and -
Suddenly, she felt the sensation that she’d been imagining for countless weeks: her hands, touching him.
Her body had taken a mind of its own, and she didn’t even realize what she was doing until -
“Excuse me… Um - what are you doing?”
The voice belonged to someone she never thought would talk to her; someone she never dreamed would have a reason to.
His gaze, a blend of curiosity and confusion, was trained on her.
Her eyes widened in horror, and she tore her hand away from his hair with a flushed face.
“I- I- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your - I never meant to -” Her stammering was cut short by an easy smile curving up his lips.
“You can calm down. I don’t bite, you know.”
Ordinarily, she might’ve responded with a sarcastic jab, but this was Ten. She had harbored a secret crush on Ten for two years, ever since he walked into her school as a shy transfer student from Thailand, and he rendered her almost speechless.
“I- Well, you know… I just…”
He let out a chuckle, twisting in his seat a bit more. “You just wanted to know how soft my luscious hair really is?”
“You’ll have to excuse it, though.” he ignored her response. “It’s still wet from the rain, so it isn’t at its full softness potential.”
Glance downwards. “I… I really didn’t want to - um - touch it,”
“So why did you?” he rested his chin on his palm, cocking his head curiously.
Her face flushed at his straightforward question. “I wasn’t thinking… My hands just kind of - um - acted on their own,” she rubbed her neck self-consciously, avoiding his gaze.
“You know what they say about that,” Ten started, and she glanced up.
“That when your body acts on its own accord, it’s showing your true desires.”
“They… they say that?”
“Well, I say that.”
“Fine, you’re right. I admit: I don’t say that. But - how would you know?”
She’d been observing him from afar for ages, but it wasn’t like she could say that. Instead, she just lowered her head.
“What’s your name again?” he inquired. “You’re so quiet, I forgot someone sat behind me.
Was that a compliment or an insult? From what she knew about him, it probably wasn’t either.
So, she offered him a quick smile and shook her head. “It’s nothing,”
“Nice to meet you, Nothing. My name’s Ten,”
A small smile appeared on her face at this comment, and she was suddenly reminded of why she had a crush on him in the first place.
She had always been a quiet girl, sitting in back corners, talking to nobody. Romance wasn’t on her radar, either. She didn’t see the point in liking someone; it was only a distraction.
This had been her mindset until two years ago, when Ten had walked through the doorway and introduced himself as a new student. He was the cutest boy she’d ever seen with her own two eyes, and something in her stomach fluttered.
She had pushed it away for as long as she could, but after a couple months, it was a lost cause.
“So… your real name?” His voice dragged her out of her daze.
“Excuse me,” The teacher’s voice interrupted the two of them, and Ten turned swiftly.
“Do you believe your conversation more important than this lesson?”
There was a beat of hesitation before: “There’s a chance,”
The teacher bit his lip as giggles rippled through the room. “It’s a good thing I like you, Ten. You’d be getting a week of detention if I didn’t,”
Ten snickered, cracking a cheeky smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
The girl behind him let out an inaudible breath of relief and sunk a little further down in her chair.
She was one of those types. The types that loved wandering through libraries, winding in and out of the impossibly tall shelves, fingering the pages of countless books.
The people she found obnoxious never came in the library. On good days it was only her, all alone.
She loved the peace and muffled quiet. She could roam for hours, and not run into a single person, save for the sweet, elderly librarian.
“Found you,” A voice pierced the silence, out of place in her sanctuary.
She jumped, caught off-guard. “Ten,”
He grinned, stepping out from around the corner. “It is I, the savior of worlds.”
“What- what are you doing here?” She questioned. “You never come into the- the library,”
“I thought I’d make a little visit. I heard somewhere that the air in a library can raise your IQ a few points.” He offered a smile. “Don’t mind me. Continue on,”
Blinking uncertainly, she swallowed and looked back down at her book.
Though, with him standing so close by, casting glances in her direction every so often, it was virtually impossible to concentrate.
A minute or so of uncomfortable silence (for her, at least) passed, and he spoke again.
“I know your name,”
Her head shot up.
An amused look crossed his face at her expression. “Ah, um - Doyoung,” he explained.
She sighed. “Of course,”
“What are you reading?”
“Just like your name, right?”
Her eye twitched, and he shot her a cute grin.
“Do you not like me or something?”
“No, that’s not -”
“Or is it that you do like me?”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“I’m kidding.” he laughed. “It was a joke. Calm down,”
She eyed him warily, before losing herself in her book again. When she looked up, he was nowhere in sight, and so she wandered further along the shelf.
At the far end of the row, she was distracted from her book once more.
She glanced up to see Ten, mere inches from her face.
She leaped backward, dropping the book and crashing into the bookshelf behind her. “What- what-”
He pursed his lips to keep from laughing and rounded the corner again, taking a few steps closer. “What?”
She sunk to the ground, eyes wide. “Why did you- Why did you do that?”
“You didn’t like it?” he cocked an eyebrow, squatting down in front of her. “You couldn’t have hated it that much,”
“I mean, usually people like it when their crush gets that close.”
Her face instantly turned bright red. “I don’t kn-know what you mean,”
“I mean,” he said. “I know you like me.”
“I don’t like you,”
“Well, Doyoung says otherwise.”
“Doyoung… Doyoung was lying. He- he does that.”
“I don’t think he was lying,” Ten’s mouth curved up at the edges. “He swore at himself for a good five minutes afterward,”
She swallowed, pressing herself up against the shelf in an attempt to make herself smaller. “I don’t like you,”
“I bet you’ve daydreamed about kissing me,”
Just as quickly as she’d lost her blush, it re-appeared. “I have not ever done that,”
“You have, haven’t you?” he smirked, resting his chin in his palm. “Cute.”
“I haven’t,” she mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
“I bet you wanna do it for real,”
“I really don’t!”
He plopped down in front of her. “Well, I really do,”
He blinked as if he’d just stated the weather (which, of course, was rainy). “What?”
“You want to- you want to what?”
He scooted a little closer. “I said, I want to kiss you.”
“What… Why? You don’t even-”
“It’s been two years, for God’s sake. Just let me kiss you already,”
“What do you mean by ‘it’s been two years’? Did Doyoung tell you that’s how long I’ve liked you?”
“No,” he shook his head, eyes on hers. “That’s how long I’ve liked you.”
Her mouth fell open, and she was left stunned; speechless.
“So, please,” he started. “Can I kiss you now?”
She responded with a small nod of the head, her face burning, and her mind racing.
Trying not to laugh at her almost scared expression, he shifted onto his knees and reached out a hand. Wrapping it around the back of her neck, he pulled her up against him.
“You’re really red, you know that?” he murmured, smiling.
She blinked, embarrassed. “I can’t help it,”
“I know. I’m just that handsome, aren’t I?”
She let out a small huff, attempting to wriggle out of his grip, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he pressed his lips to hers. She went still.
His hand slipped down to her cheek, and he smiled into the kiss whenever he felt the heat on her cheeks.
She didn’t have to try and hope she was doing it right, or think about how this was her first kiss. The only thing that she could think of was that she was kissing Ten, and he liked it.
Well, so did she.
The sun had been shining for the past week, and today was no different. Bright, golden light spilled through the window panes, filling the room with a warm glow.
She’d never particularly like sunny periods, but today she hardly paid any mind to the weather.
His hair was messy, like he’d run a hand through it one too many times, and the sunlight made it appear invitingly soft.
Ten leaned back in his chair, resting his head on her desk and sending her an upside-down smile. “You want to touch it, don’t you?”
In celebration of the month of February being dedicated to the beautiful, darling crown prince and king of Adarlan, Dorian Havilliard, I have written a confessional piece for him, looking back on his life from his own point of view.
I hope you all like it. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
I don’t know if ever truly deserved love. I think my father
had a lot to do with that. I never saw him show affection to my mother, never
mind myself or my brother. We were just…there; a Queen, an heir, and a spare.
Just had a weird spur of the moment headcanon. But bear with me for a sec... AU, where RFA is in highschool with MC, and MC is with Jumin, and one day MC is sick and doesn't show up, so Jumin sneaks into MC's room to bring her stuff and fluff ensues.
Haha, that sounds super cute! Depending on how close they were (I’m assuming they were super tight in the au you were suggesting) I don’t think it’s unlikely. (I accidentally read this wrong the first time and wrote them as good friends that fall in love??? I’m sorry I can’t read to save my life sometimes??? *facepalm* I hope you enjoy this anyway) Maybe it would go something like this? (Also I’m making them all the same age because I’m a lazy):
MC was feeling abysmal as she closed the door to her bedroom, cradling a tissue box in her arms as she returned to bed. Looking to her phone, she noticed class was over in the time she had inadvertently passed out on the couch downstairs. She opened the messenger to ask Jumin for the homework– as they shared most of their classes being honor students–when her window slid open of its own accord to reveal a familiar head of dark hair. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she laughed at his unceremonious entrance, unrepentant as each limb and a bag followed.
“Oh my God, Jumin, you did not.” She managed in between giggles.
His deadpan expression softened into a sheepish yet devilish smirk. “You have your ways of avoiding your mother, I have mine. Please excuse the intrusion.”
She waved him off, unperturbed. They’d been climbing in each others houses for years now, they were hardly strangers. “You could have just emailed everything to me, you didn’t have to come all this way. I don’t want to get you sick too.” MC insisted with a sniffle. More than that, she didn’t want him to get in trouble with his father over something so trivial.
“Where’s the fun in that? I’ll be fine.” He grinned, removing a neat folder from his bag with everything she needed to catch up, she was sure. “For you.”
“Thank you,” She placed the small stack of papers on her nightstand. “How long did you have to fight Zen to be the one to bring it to me?” MC asked dryly.
She was delighted to hear Jumin laugh, holding up his hands from their original position crossed over his chest. She loved it when it was just the two of them. He always seemed so comfortable, so liberated compared to his usual withdrawn reticence. “You got me, I had to beat him at rock paper scissors before he relented. Which makes no sense considering we live a block away from each other. In terms of efficiency, I was the most viable option.”
MC smiled. Jihyun was right, he was ever the scientist. But she thought the practicality was adorable, and it made him a lot more honest than most. It was refreshing that she never had to wonder what he was thinking since he was always open about it.
“Wait just a second, you must be thirsty after running here and climbing that tree. Let me get some water,” She exited before he could protest and returned with two water bottles, one to keep her hydrated and the other to make sure he was drinking properly too. Though she doubted he had problems with his health considering how he regimented just about everything.
“Thanks.” His voice was quiet, low. The sound of it never failed to soothe her, even now as her head throbbed slightly from oversleeping.
There was a comfortable silence for a while, their gazes wandering, most often to each other. A light blush often colored their cheeks whenever either was caught staring, accidentally or not, and Jumin’s hand came up to rub the nape of his neck.
MC was curious at the sight of the gesture. He only did that when he was nervous. “Is something wrong, Jumin?“ Was his stepmother acting up again? “You know you can always stay here if you’re not comfortable at home.” She said softly, her hand reaching out to cover his in the hopes of comforting him. She had wanted to talk some sense into his parents for a long time, but she knew they would only take out whatever she said on him the moment she was gone. She hated how powerless she was to stop it. Anything she could do to help, he had but to ask.
He shook his head. “No it’s not that, but thank you, MC.” His words were suffused with a warm gratitude that was somewhat shy. “It’s…actually…” His gaze moved to the floor, lips pursed until he managed to force the words out. “Would you have preferred it if Zen was the one to come instead of me?” She could see the faintest of blushes coloring the tips of his ears.
“Much as I would appreciate whoever came to deliver the things I need, I think I’d have to say no.” She hedged. His head shot up immediately to stare at her in surprise as her hands fiddled with the sheets, pulling at a stray thread on one of the corners as she her face flamed.
A slow smile she didn’t see overtook his face, more radiant than any he’d worn all his life. “Truly?” He asked.
She nodded, mortified and unable to look at him and down-spiraling as usual. God he was going to think she was one of those crazy kids at school desperate to get his attention for all the wrong reasons, nice going you idiot. As if he doesn’t have enough girls hitting on him on a daily basis! Way to ruin everything, all he wanted was a real friend and you had to take it too far, stop being selfish and–
Her thoughts were halted in their tracks when she felt the velvet brush of lips and the lightest pressure on her forehead, her eyes widening and her cheeks darkening even further. All she could do was blink and stare at his crisp white collar, mouth slightly agape as he took a step back. He was blushing a bit too, despite his indulgent smile.
“Before you self-destruct,” He began, knowing all too well how she overthought things sometimes. Her brows would knit and her face would scrunch up in quiet horror in the most endearing way, though he always halted her before she could go too far with it and come to the wrong conclusion. “I like you too,” He revealed, his voice no louder than a murmur.
“O-oh.” Was all she could manage to say. Holy crap holy crap holy crap this was not a drill, Jumin liked her plain ass back. At this rate, she was going to need a hospital for an entirely different reason. She had liked him for a long time, but never wanted to make him uncomfortable with the expectation of something more considering the kinds of experiences he’d had with women all his life.
“But the most important thing right now is your health,” He continued, wrapping a spare blanket from the closet around her shoulders. “We can address this more as soon as you’ve rested. In the meantime, don’t hesitate to call on me if you need anything.” His voice was as stern as it was sincere, largely because MC was stubborn to a troublesome degree about asking for help. He didn’t want her to hesitate, even if all she wanted was to talk. “Feel better, MC.” Shooting her another one of his delightful small smiles, he climbed back out and down the tree, heading home to tell his father about another impromptu student council meeting no doubt.
Her hands came up to cover her face, trying to hold in the shrill scream climbing up her throat. He had to be the cutest combination of awkward and charming she’d ever seen. Hoping it wasn’t a fever dream and giddy for tomorrow, she got to work on the day’s assignments so that she could go to bed early.
She pulled the blanket he had retrieved for her closer in the hopes that she would warm more quickly, which made her notice it was her favorite one: the gray one. The one she had draped over his shoulders when he’d appeared one night, eyes wide and terrified; desperate to be as far away from what she assumed to be his home. It had been raining heavily and she hadn’t known him all that well yet, but he had seemed trustworthy enough at school. So she pulled him inside without a second thought despite the lack of explanation. She then led him to the living room and asked him to wait in the quietest voice she could manage, only moving when she saw him nod imperceptibly. She didn’t ask him any questions, just prepared Earl Grey tea–thank God Jihyun had gushed about him to her– and chose the blanket because it had matched his striking eyes. The ones that had seemed so dull and clouded when she first met him, like the mist that guards a heavily fortified fortress. After pouring the tea and setting up the couch for him to stay the night, she remembered asking him if he wanted a book or a movie or something to help him fall asleep, to which he replied that she pick her favorite movie. The next two hours was spent watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. She’d hoped the music and the intricate artwork would help him grow drowsy, but it was clear he was wide awake throughout even though he was still as a statue. She would have been worried if it hadn’t been for the sound of his even breathing filling the silence. He’d seemed remarkably poised and implacable at school, like nothing could ever faze or deter him. So what on Earth had the power to make him withdraw into himself to this degree?
When the movie was over she turned off the lights and found the newest book she’d intended to read, pulling up a chair deliberately in between him and the front door. Soon after that, his eyes closed and the next time she looked up he was sound asleep. Her jaw set at the sight, remembering the strange but strong scent of perfume that clung to his chest when she’d wrapped the blanket around him. If anybody came looking for him–no matter who it was– she was going straight to the police. That morning, they left the house and she accompanied him to retrieve his things before they left for school as if nothing had ever happened.
To this day, she thanked her rarely lucky stars that her own family had been gone for the weekend and she had been able to let him stay somewhere safe for the night.
After the incident she noticed little changes in his demeanor each day; a pencil appearing on her desk before she could ask for one, a question she’d written while taking notes answered in an elegant script on her page when she returned to class from the restroom, notes brought to her house when she was ill just like today. His attempts at conversation were still tentative, but much more apparent than before, and she always responded with her full attention. It didn’t take long for their conversations to run deeper than they ever would have imagined, engrossed to the point where entire hours would pass without their knowledge. Soon they were inseparable; she couldn’t remember being so close to somebody all her life.
She buried her face in the blanket, the memory from two years ago bittersweet. Her heart would always break at the thought of what he might have lost that night, but she always hoped he would remember it for the same reasons that she did. The start of a wonderful friendship and the slow emergence of a lifelong love.
I’m sorry I kind of got carried away with this AU idea, but I hope you like it anyway??? Thank you for enabling my endless thirst somebody please protect this boy he is all I think about.
When you're writing fanfiction do you think it's necessary to describe characters (example: Kageyama was a high school student with black hair, blue eyes…) or is it fine to assume that since everyone probably knows the characters there's no need to describe them? Besides that do you think direct description of characters is necessary at all or should it be subtle? I hope this makes sense, but basically I'm just curious as to how much description do you think is necessary? (Regarding AUs as well)
Ooooh interesting question! I would definitely say this varies from author to author, and is ultimately up to you. But I do personally find some methods of character description to be easier to read than others!
Like you mentioned: when dealing with fanfic, you can reasonably assume your reader knows very well who the characters are and what they look like. But, on the flip side, oftentimes one of the many reasons people like reading about these characters are because… we like the way they look! Whether we think they’re unique or cute or gorgeous or bad ass or whatever, generally, we’re probably pretty attached to their physical looks in some way. So I think it is fine to sprinkle those descriptors about both in canon and AU fics, in a way that feels organic.
When thinking of an “organic” description, very rarely would I list character attributes
like in the “black haired, blue-eyed high school student” example (I realize you may have just tossed that out there, but it’s good to state this anyway, I guess). I’d generally advise people to stay away from laundry list descriptions, even in original fiction, because they’re less engaging to read.
Some authors love to describe their characters often, and at length, while others won’t spare more than one sentence out of an entire novel to tell readers what their cast looks like. I tend towards the former, because I love describing shit, and also because I write romances, where you’ll find an upward trend in character descriptions usually lies. But if you’re going for direct, try to get more than just their looks into the description. The below example is from my fic A Couple of Awesome Players, a canon-divergent AU where KageHina befriend each other in middle school:
The first thing Shouyou notices is that [Kageyama’s] head, with his hair laying shiny and flat on it, is almost perfectly round, much like a volleyball—which is fitting, because Kageyama might be one hundred percent made up of love for the sport. He started coming to the gym so that he could play on the days he doesn’t have practice to begin with.
Kageyama has big, round, blue eyes, and a slightly blank expression, unless he’s talking about volleyball—then his round face lights up like a bulb, shiny and excited. His hair looks like someone took a stencil with the English letter M and stuck it right over the front of his bangs, cutting out two windows for his eyes.
I’ve spent a lot of words on describing Kageyama across all my fics, and these are still some of my favorites. Instead of it being all about “black hair, blue eyes”, it’s more about “this kid is a dork, but he is the cutest volleyball dork”. I wanted to quickly establish him as soft and endearing, because that’s how he was when he was young, and hopefully it worked.
Speaking of which, I tend to do a lot more character description in AUs, both because the characters are often meeting for the first time, and because of all the differences, which are just fun to describe. It helps establish the variations in each universe, while still showing how the characters remain the same:
Then the mechanic rolls out from underneath the car slowly, like he’s not quite sure why somebody would request it of him, and Hinata wonders if he is maybe dreaming.
Kageyama is not stocky, or weedy. He’s tall as hell, when he finally stands up. His coveralls are shoved down to his waist, probably due to the heat, and the white sleeveless undershirt he is wearing below them sticks to his body from the sheen of sweat on his skin. The shirt clings to the kind of muscles that Hinata has never believed existed on people who don’t model for a living. His arms are distracting, toned, smeared with dirt and grease, and highlighted and shiny from perspiration. His shoulders and chest are no better, broad and strong.
He’s frowning at them slightly, dark blue eyes trained on Hinata. He swipes his arm across his forehead, leaving a smudge of grease there, before sweeping his black hair out of his face.
That’s from Speed Demons! Even when I’m being pretty straightforward, I try to break up the description, or toss in descriptors with action (eyes), or use the setting to amplify different aspects of the characters looks (hair, The Bod). Also: Hinata is noticing how hot this guy he’s been confronted with is, and he’s not being subtle. It’s pretty direct overall, but hopefully manages to keep from bombarding the reader with bullet points, and instead integrates itself into the narrative as it flows.
And it still might not be everyone’s cup of tea, that’s for sure! To sum up, I think character descriptions are a style thing, more than anything else. If you don’t feel like including them, don’t force the words onto the page. Describe what feels important to you. But in fanfics, because we already know these characters, put your own spin on it.
Your readers know what X character looks like – so if you want to tell us about that, tell us something new about them, too.
I thought it would be fun to make up some skin concepts for champions based on what they might have been like in their own past; speculative lore based skins, basically. For this Torvald, I tried to capture him at a point in his life when he’s more middle aged. I figure I should share the card art that I used for inspiration with this specific design:
I knew when I started off with this design that I wanted to give Torvald a “prototype” version of his stone gauntlet. In the card art, you often see the other elven academic types wearing rune conductors that are leather gloves, arm bands, and in a few cases you see armored fists that look more like something a knight would wear. However, it was the card art for Infusion that really caught my eye; I just thought it would look cool, and tested out translating the design on his stone gauntlet into something more along the lines of tattoo work. My thinking was that the abilities the gauntlet could do would be shown instead through the energy siphoned as shown in the card arts for rune torrent and glyph of siphoning. Perhaps this method was unstable and harder to control, which led Torvald down the path he took to create a gauntlet out of stone instead.
In terms of clothing, I decided to give him a costume more in line with what is worn in the card art for vital grasp, as I noticed both were carrying packs filled with scrolls and hoods. I changed Torvald’s to look more like a cloak worn for travelling and changed his clothing as well to appear more like something one would wear on long journeys. I also used Induction for clothing ideas. For the most part I didn’t stray too far from Torvald’s original clothing design, but I did try to branch out where I could.
The colors I chose for the flats are just me spitballing; I went with a light blonde for his hair as a guess, and kind of went from there. Decided to include my lineart on its own for comparisons sake! What do you guys think Torvald’s original hair color was?
Heyooo, from the new prompt list, can you do #20, #23, #32, and #40 with Kylo pleased :)
11 & 17 with Modern Kylo please!!! 💕💕
1 and 17 from the new print list with kylo ren please😊
Ok, haha so it’s quite a few numbers but when I read them I figured they would go absolutely perfect together. Hope you all like it!
Modern AU Kylo Ren + “I don’t want to stop loving you.” + “My life is my own to ruin.” + “I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you.” + “Just do one last thing: Kiss me.” + “I should be the only one making you happy.” + “I miss you every second of every day.” + “You’re blushing.”
Reclined on your couch you mindlessly watched one of your shows, hand burried deep into a bag of chips. For the moment, all you really wanted was to have your mind pulled elsewhere. Anything to simply make you not think about it all, even for just a moment. So far, your venture was fairly successful. You had managed to watch your way through three seasons of your show, not a single thing on your mind except for what would happen next in this story. For now, your story could take a break.
Suddenly a series of loud knocks stirred you from your focus. Your brows furrowed as you turned to look at the door, then back to your phone. No one had told you they were coming over. You didn’t remember ordering any takeout, and you certainly would have considering how much you enjoyed that treat.
Within a moment there were more urgent knocks. Hesitantly you rose from your couch, making your way towards the door. Looking through the peep hole you felt your heart nearly stop from the sight on the other side.
It was Kylo.
Your heart began to beat faster within your chest, a flutter erupting through your insides. It seems even your night of mindless television couldn’t keep thoughts of him, or he himself, away entirely.
Cautiously you opened the door, unsure of what you were going to be greeted with. Your gut nearly sunk into your shoes as your eyes finally caught Kylo’s. You knew that look all too well, and you knew just what you were in for. He wasn’t angry, he was depressed. Though tears may not have been brewing in his eyes yet, you knew they were on the verge.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“You could’ve called.”
He shook his head, “It’s not the same.”
“What do you want?”
He gulped suddenly appearing more nervous before you, “I miss you.”
Despite keeping your cold exterior, you felt your gut flutter. You would have been lying to say that you didn’t miss him as well.
“I miss you every second of every day.”
Just faintly you could feel your heart ache inside of you. After breaking things off you had hardly considered just how hard Kylo would take it. Considering his typically brooding behavior, you had expected him to move on before you, considering it all a hindrance. That however was so unbelievably wrong.
“…I thought you moved on by now.”
“I’ve tried, for you. I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you.”
Your gut fluttered again as you shook your head, “Kylo we’ve been over this.”
Your brows furrowed faintly. Although it annoyed you, he was right. All you had allowed him was the few minutes before you walked away from him, most of which he spent silently reeling through his head what he had done wrong rather than speaking.
“I don’t want to stop loving you.”
“When did you start?”
A pang hit Kylo straight in the heart. He knew he was closed off and sometimes cold, but he never expected you to believe he didn’t love you. His jaw tensed.
“Before you started accepting dates from pretentious shits like Hux.”
You crossed your arms, “My life is my own to ruin.”
He huffed, shaking his head. For a moment he paused, running a hand through his hair before he gave you those same endearing eyes again. In short, he looked like a puppy that had just been left out in the rain by its owners. Hurt, confused, and just all around solemn.
“I should be the only one making you happy.”
You scoffed, “Only you? Honestly Kylo?”
He gulped again, “…No one other than you makes me happy.”
Your gut fluttered again. Damn your emotions. You knew you felt too strongly for him to just simply bypass everything he was saying. Truthfully it had pained you more than anything to break up with him, convinced he wasn’t interested.
“I don’t…I don’t know if I can take you back. …If you’re not willing to prove you want this as much as I do, I can’t.”
Kylo nodded, falling entirely silent. From what you could tell, you had likely just shot down all of his hopes. Or so you thought.
You looked up at him, contemplating if you really wanted to shut the door on him entirely. You knew your heart was practically screaming at you to give him another chance.
“Just do one last thing: Kiss me.”
Your brows furrowed, “What?”
“Please…if I can’t see you again, I’d like to at least have that.”
You hesitated a moment before nodding, “O-ok.”
Slowly Kylo took a step forward, the motion alone nearly causing your heart to thud out of your chest. No matter what transpired between you, he always managed to have an effect on you.Gently he raised his hand to your cheek, craddling you in its warmth before he leaned in. Delicately his lips pressed against yours. With only that you found yourself kissing back, encouraging him to go on. It seemed as though no matter how many times he kissed you the dizzying effect he gave you never ceased. He had a connection and power over you that you truly couldn’t explain. After a few moments of feeling his full lips brush over yours he pulled away, his warm breath fanning across your face.
You smiled faintly at that. Of course you were blushing. For a long moment he stared into your eyes, nearly getting lost in them before he spoke.
Your gut nearly took a freefall as you saw the expression on his face drop. He truly thought you were done, that you never wanted to see him again. The thought alone of never seeing him again pained you in ways you couldn’t entirely explain. Seeing him about to walk away you instantly gripped onto his wrist.
He paused looking you over hesitantly.
His expression seemed to perk up just faintly as he turned towards you. In all honesty his dark psyche kept assuming you would likely give him the last of his things he might have forgotten and send him on his way, but the look in your eyes said otherwise.
Kind of a callout, mostly just a thing merle did ?? We were hanging out once and I told him how jealous I was of his beard and like how he could put flowers in it so like ?? The next day I woke up and I had hair glued to my face and like rose petals stuck on there ???? Merle that was really nice but I'm really worried its your own hair or, even worse, someone else's hair. I can't get it off
((OOC: I have had a few really sweet messages that say things like, “OH NO DID YOU REALLY CUT YOUR HAIR”, and “OH MAN IS THAT A WIG.” Just to clarify, that is all 100% my own hair in the gifs. I own one wig, it is hot pink. I did cut my own bangs, but it’s fine, I swear! I can’t afford a hairdresser, so I’ve been cutting my own hair for the past few years now. I know [roughly] what I’m doing, and it all worked out cute. Here is some video evidence of me just straight-up trimming my bangs.))
a comic about a message to toxic, abusive, and overall hurtful people in ur life …
it was originally a comic about how i thought yoosung letting his hair grow out into its original color again woulda been such a good show of character development and him making his own self without rika n all, but then i just got emotional and just. made it sorta about … the ideal ending in my head i guess ?