voltron characters as things i have heard people actually say in my ap classes part two:
sendak: “i would willingly stab out my own eye with this pencil if it means i look more badass”
haxus: “sometimes i just look at myself in the mirror and think ‘holy shit i’m so attractive’ or ‘who the fuck dragged this piece of shit out of the garbage’ and there’s just no in between”
thace: “sometimes i sigh so loud that i’m genuinely surprised my lungs aren’t catapulted from my chest cavity”
prorok: “wow can you believe you get to breathe the same air as me ??? you must be blessed *finger guns*”
rolo: “wanna hear about the time i saw jesus after mixing four shots of caffeine with two red bulls and a redline ??? lol i don’t know how i’m alive either but i got my essay done in like twenty minutes”
nyma: “i got an 89 on the last essay and a 36 on the one we just got back and all i can say is get you a girl that can do both”
shay: “*shoving cloth into her bag from the theater department* i keep telling everyone that i own cats but it’s a lie. its a dirty dirty lie these are for the raccoons that visit my backyard. i also buy cat food for raccoons can you believe the predicament i’m in”
kolivan: “bitch i would punt you into the sun no hesitation”
ulaz: “my life is the bee movie except every time someone says ‘essay’ i die just a little more inside”
antok: “everyone says i’m a chill guy but my life is crashing down around me and my internal monologue is one giant keyboard smash on caps lock *takes sip of coffee*”
I want to talk a little bit about beauty magic.
WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.
To make a long, sad story short, I always hated looking in the mirror because I hated what I saw. I thought I was an ugly fuck and I’d avoid the mirror as much as I could to not see who was staring back at me. When I came upon witchcraft, overtime, I realized that I was neglecting myself of being who I am, beautiful.
I really love incorporating magic into what can make me feel beautiful and empowered and the way I do so is by using music beauty magic to aid me while I take showers, put on makeup, get dressed, etc. It has helped me see that I am truly beautiful for who I am with flaws and all, and I would like to share with you that you too are just as beautiful as I. We are beautiful.
Lets take this one step at a time:
Morning Slumps to Magic Mornings
For me, this is one of the hardest parts of my day. I look like hell; makeup smeared, hair in knots and messy, clothes twisted, goop in eyes, morning breath, I mean, mornings are just not my thing and I have truly felt disgusting while working my way up to getting ready. While thinking to myself how gross I am, it made me less ambitious and made me less willing to look past what I found ugly. So as I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and got ready for my day I already had in mind how ugly I am by focusing on the negative. Thoughts are SO powerful and what we think is what we will see.
Beauty Magic Tip One: Make a playlist called “Beauty” or a title that makes you feel empowered/beautiful. Have your coffee, eat your breakfast, whatever your routine is. Make your playlist and only put in songs that make you feel beautiful, music that makes you feel sexy, and strong. When you are finished with your morning routine, brush your teeth, and when you are done turn on your playlist. Take a shower while you have that playlist going and think about how beautiful you are and how strong your are.
If you sing the songs as you shampoo/condition/wash your body you are washing that beauty all over you and having it soak into your pores and washing off any negativity that lingers. You don’t have to sing, only do if you are comfortable with it.
If you are a witch who can’t be open with your magic this is a great way to do beauty magic since you are alone (well, assuming, haha) in the shower. The most you have to worry about is having someone ask you to turn down the music or tell you to stop singing in case you are too loud.
If you are a spoonie witch this is a great way to do powerful magic because all you need is your thoughts and a playlist for your tools (and your voice if you choose to sing).
Based off of experience (I take hot ass showers) your electronics can get ruined in warm and humid places overtime if you have them in the bathroom with you, if so, make sure that you keep the bathroom well ventilated.
I hate to admit it but sometimes while I am showering and I get really into a song and I dance a bit (fuck can’t believe I admitted it but moving past, haha) just please be careful. There have been a couple times where I have almost fallen, haha.
Beauty Magic Tip Two: While you get ready for your day (doing your hair, getting dressed, putting on your makeup) have your Beauty playlist going on and think about how beautiful you are and sexy you are. This can aid in getting you energized for the day ahead.
If you would like, while you get ready and listen to your encouraging music keep a rose quartz on/near you. This can add that little extra oompf.
Again, a great way to incorporate magic if you are one who can’t be open with your craft. Who is going to tell you that you can’t listen to music and get ready at the same time?
If you are a spoonie witch this is a great way to do powerful magic because all you need is your thoughts and a playlist for your tools (and your voice if you choose to sing).
This is just me personally but I can’t sing and put on makeup, that ends in the result of stabbing myself in the eye, haha. Be careful dearie!
Rose quartz is one of many crystals that can be used to add a little extra loving energy / beauty magic. If you feel connected to another crystal that makes you feel beautiful use it!
If you are a spoonie witch don’t overwhelm yourself. Chronic pain can sometimes get the better where you can’t get ready like you want for your day, and that’s okay. All you need are your positive thoughts and have your playlist going, you are beautiful.
Afternoon Blues to Swingin’ Days
Afternoons are where I feel the most sluggish because its the middle of the day and I am still busy doing my shit (cleaning, working, so forth). Afternoons can feel as if they drag on because you are waiting for the work/school day to be over with so you can go home and chill the fuck out.
Beauty Magic Tip Three: While your are working/in school and you have a moment to yourself just think about how gorgeous you are. Keep a positive attitude about yourself because words and thoughts are powerful.
You can bring along with you a self love spell jar/sigil/crystals along with you to work/school and keep it tucked away in your purse/wallet/backpack where ever as long as it is on your personally.
All you need for this are your thoughts and positive vibes. Great for spoonie witches.
You can honestly do this whenever throughout the day since all you need are your thoughts. I just like doing this while in the middle of my day because it is a gentle reminder that I am beautiful no matter what I am doing.
Again, use any kind of crystal that resonates with you and beauty.
Beauty Magic Tip Four: When the day is finally over and you are on your way home put on that playlist and sing your heart out.
If you are underage and aren’t driving yourself and have to ride the bus or carpool with others but still want to listen to your playlist on your way home, plug in your headphones. You don’t have to sing, singing is just a bonus. Listen to the music, let yourself feel beautiful.
If you are driving yourself home, (this is just me personally) but I crank up the music and sing my ass off bring in the loving vibes after a long day.
Gloomy Evenings to Enchanting Nights
I love nighttime. For me, it’s the time to really get connected with my being. The stars shine down on our hearts showing us that glitter of beauty that we each carry. We are all apart of the universe, that beauty is always within us as long as we are willing to open our eyes and see the natural beauty that we hold.
Beauty Magic Tip Five: Nighttime shower, read Beauty Magic Tip One along with notes and bonus section. This method can be applied to night and morning showers.
Beauty Magic Tip Six: Magical baths allow us to soak in the properties of whatever kind of magic we are doing. Fill your bath up with water, add bubbles if you would like, and before you get in put on your Beauty playlist. Instead of singing, just listen. Let the words soak into your pores as the water will do.
You can add candles, herbs, essential oils, incenses, crystals around your bath that are related to beauty/loving energies.
A great way for witches who can’t be open about their craft to do magic because you are taking a bath, you can say you just need to relax after a long day.
Awesome for spoonie witches. You are soaking in the tub of your beauty and all you need is your thoughts and playlist going.
If you are using essential oils/herbs make sure you DO YOUR RESEARCH. Don’t use anything that can be harmful for your body.
If you are using crystals make sure you DO YOUR RESEARCH. Don’t use any crystals that will dissolve in water, or can’t be near water, or that can make your water toxic in case accidents happen.
It’s best that you don’t have your phone on your during this bath. Focus on yourself, on your beauty, and all the love you should be giving to yourself.
Personally, when I do this I don’t like to sing (and I love singing, haha). One, because it is nighttime and people in the house are asleep. Two, because I like to completely lose myself in the bath and relax. So keep the music low and peaceful so you can soak up all that beautiful energy.
Don’t have your electronic on the edge of the tub while your music is going. Personally, I use my phone (its an iPhone, all my music is there) and I don’t know about you but I am a clumsy fucker and I can’t afford losing that shit, haha. So keep your music going somewhere in ear shot (on the vanity or on a shelf in your bathroom, wherever water won’t damage your electronics.)
Beauty Magic Tip Seven: I have acne issues and they bug the shit out of me but it doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful. So before I go to bed I wash my face (with lavender soap) and put on a special remedy I personally make to get rid of my acne. After your shower or before you go to bed, washing your face is a BIG helper to keep yourself beautiful. Keep a special towel that is specifically used for washing your face. Cleaning your face with some water and soap that is proper for your skin can do you wonders. While you wash your face think how powerful you are and how beautiful you are.
If you have acne and are curious about my remedy watch this video to see how I do it.
You can have your Beauty playlist going on as you wash your face, adding that that extra oompf of gorgeous to your magic.
This is a great way to incorporate magic if you are one who can’t be open with your craft. If someone asks what you are doing all you have to say is that you are taking care of yourself, which, well you are!
If you are using the acne remedy of mine make sure that you are able to use it. It contains tea tree essential oil, not everyone can use that for their skin so please DO YOUR RESEARCH. I am not responsible for if something goes wrong because I am warning you now what works for me may not work for you, so test the waters and make sure you use ingredients that are safe for your skin.
While washing your face keep your electronics away from you if you are playing your Beauty playlist as you wash your face. This is just from personal experience but I am a messy fucker when it comes to washing my face. I wish I could be as graceful as those ladies on TV splashing water on my face with no effort, but yeah, this is real life and water gets EVERYWHERE. So, if you are like me, keep that in mind if you want your music playing.
You don’t have to have music going, it’s optional. I just love music and incorporate it with anything magical I do.
This can be overwhelming for spoonie witches (especially if you are one who has chronic pain in hands/wrists) because you are in motion washing your face so do what you can, if it is too painful to do then I recommend not doing this.
Beauty Magic Tip Eight: As you are laying in bed, right before you fall asleep say out loud, in your head, or whisper “I shine bright like my brothers and sisters of the night sky.” or “I am beautiful.”
Sleep with a rose quartz crystal to have the beauty of yourself always be with you, even in your dreams.
You can honestly say anything you’d like before you fall asleep, the two examples I provided are just ones that I say. Anything along the lines to you being beautiful will bring you beauty and charm.
You don’t have to use rose quartz. If you connect to another crystal that provides you the same beautiful/loving energies use it!
I wanted to save these for the very end.
Beauty magic isn’t so that others will see you and think “Holy fuck, they are SO beautiful. I MUST HAVE THEM.” It isn’t like that. This kind of magic is about you seeing yourself as beautiful.
Regarding your playlist, you can have ANY music that makes YOU feel beautiful. If the song makes you feel strong, sexy, beautiful, charming, empowered, whatever go ahead and use it!
This is just a taste of music from my personal Beauty Playlist to help you get an idea:
Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, Sugar Magnolia by Grateful Dead, She Is Beautiful by Andrew W.K., Oh Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison, Lovingest Woman In Town by Albert King, Humans by The Scene Aesthetic, My Little Girl by The Jeff Healey Band, Cigarettes and Coffee by Otis Redding.
Like I said, you can use whatever kind of music you want as long as you feel beautiful. (Don’t be rude, please don’t give me any shit for my taste in music.) ____________________
So there we have it, a list of different ways you can incorporate beauty magic within your lives, and yes I know most of the tips have something to do with music but I am someone who incorporates music into everything I do magically.
I hope you all enjoyed this post and if you use these tips, let me know how it works for you and tell me what you added to make it your personal style.
“While you fight I’m just gonna be making my ramen” “pest control guy is ur new pokemon” "this kingler is not accepting my balls” “I just love seeing how you guys can embarrass yourselves over this” “Don’t take that out of context” “Fite me I will make you short” “Oh hey dude how is it going my shipping troll homeslice breadslice shipslice” “i came platonically into this room to have a platonic good time and honestly i feel so attacked in a non sexual way” “Who is better waifu: ____ or _____? I’m asking because I’m caught in the middle of an argument about the topic, and I don’t wanna settle it right away due to the fact that I wouldn’t even hesitate to say ____” “MY FRIEND TEXTED ME AT FUCKING 2AM! IM GONNA GET BACK AT HIM! IVE READ UP ON PETTY REVENGE I GOT THIS!” “Sleep so you can blep” “as apparently i am double satan, i approve of not fucking no” “I thought this was about the soda for a second” “You pulled that out of your donkey. The other word for donkey. That begins with an A. And ends with an s.” “We’re down one furry… This is gonna be hard” “Do I have to nickshame?” “I care about chieves because I’m a chiev hoe!” “Don’t do school, stay in vegetables and eat your drugs.” "And the Lord did say: eat a bag of dicks” “Jesus layed a hand on the tax collectors and proclaimed, "Eat my Diction.” “I platonically think you’re platonically wrong platonically” “And then there’s kermit.” “We chill. We chill. We chill. We good. We good? Alright lets go.” “___ God dammit put your dick away” “It’s just a prank! It’s just a prank! It’s just a social experiment! A social experiment gone wrong! GONE WRONG!” “You will not crush me like a bug, I will crush you like a bug for the tenth time gosh dangit!” “Hey! Leave me be! I’m only slaughtering innocents! I’m not doing wrong!” “My jackets on the floor, my ego is on it, and my back hurts.” “Not only are they dying, but they’re dead.” “By the power of my gigantic yaoi hands, I shall survive this night!” “I question this group sometimes. And by sometimes I mean all the time.” “I’m using my night time sexy voice” “Now we can clean house on yo ass” “welcome to the bitch house” “shoot ____ first thats all im asking” “you mother bitch” “your dad has a minion kink” “#Let_____BeThe6Foot3Baby” “i think we are killing ___ mentally” “You guys are to be honest. Great and stupid” “clickty clack clickty clack with this chant I summon spam to the chat” “You either die a DONG, or live long enough to become the DONGER” “YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR BEING CASUAL. COME OUT WITH YOUR DONGERS RAISED” “YOU STOLE THE PEEPO” “a graceful death? you mean flying into the fucking sun” “I am a howdere” “did you just call me a tiny angry gremlin” “the fuck type of kinky shit is happening” “I think dying is bad for your heath, but I’m not to certain.” “Guys help i need hardcore memes” “So I wrapped my mom’s present today, and I’m looking at the wrapping paper, and it’s about as straight as ___; not at all.” “Update: FRESHMAN FRIDAY People got jumped, thrown in trashcans and shit I however, am fine” “slide back into sin mountain” “Hold up ____ likes murder children Explains why she is bias towards me” “I can’t offer ideas….so I’m just…gonna go back to stabbing at ice with a knife…” “FUCKING STOP PAPPING BEFORE I FLIP MY SHIT” “Someone take food and punch me in the gut so hard that it goes into my stomach” “I see this green foot at the corner of my eye, and I think to myself “No he fucking didn’t-” And I look up and see Kermit the fucking frog holding a double barrel shotgun” “Okay shut the fuck your mouth.” “Death cannot come fast enough….In a platonic way, shut up ___” “It’s not Google, it’s Wikipedia.” “FUCK YOU! TECH SUPPORT BULLSHIT! FUCK!” “Did you just curse at me in Mexicanese?” “Being in band and playing the saxophone was always rough for dirty minded little me….i always had to practice my fingering and tonguing….”
not to sound impulsive but every time y’all reblog george bush praise onto my dash i fight the urge of grabbing a knife and stabbing myself in both eyes so i never have to read such nonsense ever again in my life
Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you.
You sat combing your wet hair in the bathroom as drops of water from the faucet still echoed throughout, breaking the eerie silence. You allowed the comb to weave and untangle the messy locks of your hair before you hung the towel back up on its rack. With a sigh, you turned back towards the mirror, which was now fogging slightly. Your eyes were tired and your face lacked its usual perky smile, for its existence had long been faded. The water drops ceased, leaving you in silence once more, a sound you were far too accustomed to in recent times.
Newt had been spending so much time away in his habitats recently, and it was beginning to have a negative effect on you. You knew in your heart that the beasts were important to him, they were important to you as well, but he had spent days working constantly on his book, and you longed for some sort of affection besides a brief hug or kiss every now and then. Even now he was hard at work inside of his case, probably watching the occamies again since they had just hatched.
All you wanted was some attention, a sign that he was still there. The two of you had been dating for about a year or so now, and you thought he still loved you. If he did, then he wasn’t showing it or even really making an attempt to. You felt a dull throbbing ache in your chest on a daily basis. It often worsened as you prepared breakfast by yourself in your empty kitchen with nothing but a light jazz record to accompany you, or when you would end up falling asleep in a cold bed, only to wake up the next morning in the same state. You just needed someone to love, someone to talk to. By now you were starting to wonder as to what would happen if you just disappeared, if you just vanished into thin air or ceased to exist. He didn’t really need you anyways. If anything you stood in his way, he could easily live without you.
You readjusted your sweater collar before unlocking the door and heading out into the main room, only to stop in your tracks at the sight before you.
Newt was standing in your shared bedroom doorway, holding what appeared to be a worn blue notebook.
‘Oh no,’ you thought as a wave of anxiety washed over your form. You wanted to shrink away into a darkened hole and never come back out.
Newt stood slightly hunched over as he flipped through the pages of the notebook. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, shock, and hurt. What he didn’t know is that this notebook just so happened to be the one where his love wrote all of their deepest and darkest feelings. Tear stains and ink splotches dotted the page margins and creased lay darkened. His oceanic eyes scanned each word, stabbing his heart with a jagged knife. The entries all varied, but each had been written with a common theme.
October 2, 1925
Today I am feeling more lonely than usual, and the feeling itself is rather unsettling. I’m trying to occupy myself, but I still think that the pain would subside if Newt were here. However, I can’t interrupt is work, even though he’s been so busy with it. Sometimes I wish he would just take a break for once…
October 19, 1925
Another empty bed, and another sleepless night.
October 27, 1925
Newt and I got into a small disagreement today, and we haven’t spoken for a bit. I hope our relationship, or whatever is left of it, can survive. He’s been a bit more distant, and I know that he’s off working on his novel, but I really do miss him. Sometimes I wonder if he would be happier if I were gone, so that he could maybe be with someone else who isn’t as annoying or clingy or stupid. Maybe he can find another pretty and kind person to snuggle up to at night.
I wonder if he still cares or thinks about me. I prepared his favorite tea, hoping he would come back up for dinner, but he didn’t. I miss him, but I guess I can’t interrupt him.
He paused, and then looked at the most recent entry, which was dated to yesterday.
November 3, 1925
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I know he doesn’t hate me, but I can’t take being alone anymore. Maybe he’s purposely avoiding me, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t talk or hug or kiss me as much as he used to. If I had been better or smarter, or perhaps more beautiful would he have stayed? Am I that annoying and hard to be around to the point where my own boyfriend may not love me anymore?
Newt wasn’t able to make it through the final passage. It stung his heart and eyes too much. Sobs were choked back as his hands began to shake violently out of anger, not really towards you, but towards himself. Just then, a thud brought him back out of his thoughts.
You had accidentally dropped the comb in your hand, causing it to create a sound causing Newt’s worries and concerned expression to face towards you. He closed the book softly as if it were fashioned out of glass and he moved towards you. Your heartrate and breathing raced in panic as the world swirled around you.
Newt was probably furious, angry and packed with rage that you thought or said things like that about him, and not even towards his face. You had been selfish, he was only trying to write his book, but oh no, you had to be a pathetic person and desire attention at all hours of the day. You wanted to rip your hair out and scream, as you felt slightly betrayed that he had found the book from its hidden space under your side of the bed and read it, scanning over each word with his own two crystal eyes. You feared his reaction. If your relationship wasn’t over yet, it soon would be for sure. His eyes and face were already turning red and you braced yourself for the worst. You prepared for him to scream and yell and spit words furiously at you. You expected a full blown fight like never before. Your heart shattered into smaller remains, stabbing you from the inside out and pricking your chest. Your lungs became filled with toxic smoke, and all you needed was oxygen, but its freedom was nowhere to be found. You feared for darkness. You feared for a dark storm cloud. You feared for hell itself as you shut your eyes and covered your waterfalls of flowing tears with your tingling and shaking hands.
The darkness never came, but was instead, replaced with a warm embrace. The icy atmosphere and tension were slowing thawing away, like winter into spring as daisies and daffodils began to sprout through the last frost.
Newt had started to cry, and not just a few tears, but audible bawling surrounded by pain and aches. His voice was strangled, like someone was clutching his throat, forbidding speech from escaping his lips. His freckles glistened from the rivers that passed over them. He held you as if trying to keep all of your pieces together before sinking to the ground with you still in his arms. By now, all of the emotions and tears that had been locked up in your caged heart for weeks began to escape through the cracks, and your body trembled. Newts hand held your head as the coolness of your damp hair splashed onto his hands and cheeks, mixing with his salty tears.
“Y/n, why in the name of bloody Merlin didn’t you tell me that y-you felt like t-this? Why m-my darling? W-why!?” he choked out loudly, as he was now cross with himself for making you revel in this much pain and suffering for so long. He wasn’t wearing his coat, but he was still warm, as opposed to your shivering and shaking body.
“I-I didn’t want to bother you. Besides Newt, w-we’re so distant now.”
“Darling we aren’t that distant though-,”
“Newt when was the last time we had any time together huh? When was the last time you said I love you like you genuinely meant it?”
Newt opened his mouth to speak, but words didn’t come out. Instead another round of tears followed as he still continued to hold you as if you were going to disappear away from him.
“I am the shittiest boyfriend to ever live. Y/n I’m so sorry that I’ve d-done this to you, you must hate me! I don’t deserve you, oh what have I done! I’ve broken you. I need to fix you, How can I fix you!?” he panicked, and all he wanted to do was capture your lips, but he knew he shouldn’t cross that line right now. Hell, he may not even be able to call himself your boyfriend after this.
Your sobbing mixed with the sound of his, and you didn’t mean to sound so angry or snappy. Carefully, you brought your thumb under his eye to wipe a tear stream away, the touch causing him to look up from where he had buried his face in your chest.
“N-Newt?” you asked in a silenced whisper and almost ghostlike.
“Yes m-my dar-, yes Y/n?” he responded, pausing before he could say the word ‘darling’ as he wasn’t sure if he deserved the allowance to do so.
“Do you still love me?”
Newt’s heart crashed and splintered, like glass thrown against a wall. This was all his fault. He made you feel this way, he made you feel unloved and undesirable. This was all his doing, and he had been so involved in his life and where it was going that he didn’t realize that he was harming himself in the process.
“Of c-course I do. I love you so much Y/n. a simple apology won’t m-m-make this go away, I know that. But love I am sorry, I am so sorry that I have put you through this hell. I understand if you don’t love me though, I wouldn’t love me either right n-now.”
The notebook was long discarded as you pulled yourself closer into Newt’s chest, which began to rise and fall irregularly from all of his painful sobs. He reacted by grabbing your waits and pulling you closer and shielding you, as if he needed to protect your from the world.
“I still love you Newt.”
“Of course, I was just upset, and it was my fault anyway-,”
“Don’t even finish that sentence Y/n. This had nothing to do with you. I was the idiot who was too stupid and blind to see that my own darling was suffering alone. I love you my dear and I’ll do anything and everything to fix this, please. Please Y/n I can’t lose you. This is all my fault and I can only hope that you’ll forgive me.”
Your breathing had begun to fall back to a normal rate, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle, yet still desired kiss. Newt hesitated to kiss back at first, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of hurting you more. His lips smoothed over yours and sweetly massaged against yours, as the passion within him ignited. He held onto you still, afraid that you would break if he let you go. Your hand graced his stubble, and he brushed his hand through your wet hair, sending a shiver down both of your spines. He began to move his hands back down to your waist to scoop you up into his firm arms, and this movement made you break the kiss.
“Newt what are you doing?”
He kissed your lips again, shuffling the notebook away as it slid across the floor.
“I’m taking my love for some alone time.”
“No, this is long overdue, and I was an idiot. You deserve this, and I shouldn’t have made you hurt like I did. Now please, I need you in my arms right now, I need to show you how much I love you.”
You pressed your head against his chest and you nodded sleepily, as the emotional breakdown had worn you out a bit. Newt noticed and kissed you hair before proceeding to wrap you in a blanket from off of your shared couch. His heartbeat echoed in your ears, as it began to lull you into an aura of comfort once more.
The two of you may have hit a bumpy road, but the two of you were strong. He didn’t mean to hurt you, you understood that, and you knew that everything would be okay. You heard him mutter an ‘I love you’ as he carried and set you onto your shared bed before he curled up next to you. His arms wrapped around you after he kicked his boots off, and the two of you made up for lost cuddles as you each dozed off on the protection of each other.
Anonymous said: Crush sits cross legged on floor while the reader draws him and he has to stay still and it’s all cute and stuf!
A/N: Again, I apologize for all these imagines being written so late. I hope the people that requested awhile ago see theirs! Thank you all for requesting! Right now my ask box is closed and I’m not taking anymore requests until I get the old requests written. This is just one of many on the way. Keep dreaming!~Logan <3
Sighing again, I erased the same line I’d drawn at least 300 times now.
“C/n!” I almost shouted, exasperated.
“What?!” C/n asked, startled by my outburst since it’d been quiet in my room for awhile now.
“Can you please sit still? I’ve been trying to draw your jaw and ear for the past, like, 30 minutes and every time I think I’ve got it down or am close to getting it down, you squirm and I have to start all over again!”
“Sorry, y/n! It’s just hard to sit in this position for so looonnggg,” he said, dragging out the last word.
I let out a frustrated growl and he smirked.
“Well, what position do you prefer?” I rubbed my temples in frustration.
I swear, I loved this boy but he sure knew how to test my patience.
“Mm, missionary, to be honest,” he shrugged, his face devoid of emotion like it always was right before he cracked up at his own joke.
“Ugghh, fuck you!” I whacked him in the arm with my sketchpad, his shoulders shaking as he roared with laughter.
He could be so immature sometimes. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love his immature sense of humor.
“I wish you would,” he smirked, eyes shining with mirth.
“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” I grumbled, crossing my arms and glaring at him.
“Why?” He asked, sporting a shit-eating grin.
“Because if you weren’t I’d be using this pencil to stab you, instead of using it to draw your stupid cute face.”
“Oh my god, am I your muse?” He asked dramatically
“No, you’re my pain in the ass,” I rolled my eyes.
He gasped, clutching his chest dramatically, “She called me her pain in the ass.”
“Alright, Romeo, calm down. Now can you please sit still?”
“Only if I can sit on the floor, cross-legged,” he said, smoothing his clothes.
“Anything to get you to sit still,” I said, moving off the chair I was sitting on, to plop myself on my floor.
He stepped off the stool I’d sat him in originally and sat cross-legged in front of me. He turned his head to the side like he’d had it before, clenching his jaw.
I dragged my eyes away from the delicious site of his side profile to sketch it more accurately. A few minutes had passed, the only sound in the room was some relaxing music I’d put on low, the sound of lead scratching over paper, and our soft breaths. I had moved on to drawing c/n’s broad shoulders, trying to get the shading and outline right when c/n’s voice broke the silence.
“I never asked you what your project was for, y/n.”
I almost dropped my pencil, leaving a crooked line that I quickly erased.
“It’s a drawing project,” I said, trying to avoid answering truthfully.
“No shit, Sherlock,” out of the corner of my eyes I could see a smirk on his face before he went back to talking. “I mean, why’d you pick me for it? Every assignment you’ve gotten so far in your drawing class has come with some prompt. Some reason behind why you’re drawing the thing.”
I pretended not to hear him, pretended I was too engrossed in shading the wrinkles of his loose hoodie.
“Y/nnn,” he dragged out my name in a taunting way.
My cheeks heated up and I bit my lip. There was no way he was going to drop the subject. He knew when he was getting under my skin.
I huffed before mumbling, “I’m supposed to draw someone…that–umm–that…”
“That?” He asked, his voice gentle, coaxing me.
“That I–basically a person–well someone…someoneIadmire,” I blurted, the words coming out slurred into one.
I had finished drawing his hoodie and realized that the line of his upper lip hadn’t come out right. Trying to distract myself from the fact I’d basically revealed my true feelings for him, I looked up to study his lips only to find his wide eyes staring back at me.
“I have to get your lips right,” I said, my voice sounding strained.
Feeling awkward under his unwavering stare, I cleared my throat. He wasn’t turning his head back to the original position so I decided to take control. I shuffled forward on my knees so I was close enough, and reached a finger out. Slowly, my finger glided over the curve of his jaw and I heard his breathing shallow. I applied slight pressure as my finger reached the side of his chin. He obediently moved his head to the side. I let my finger linger on his skin a moment longer than necessary before pulling away and settling back in my original place to start again on drawing his lips.
It seemed that my words had sent c/n into a strange kind of trance and anxiety settled in my stomach.
My tongue stuck out as I tried to re-shape his lips on my paper. I looked up again to find c/n had moved his head to stare at me again.
“On second thought maybe I should’ve chosen someone else. You can’t seem to keep your neck turned,” I chuckled softly, finding his antics more cute than annoying like I liked to act they were.
“Sorry, it’s just hard to resist looking at you for even a little bit,” he mumbled, turning his head again.
I frowned, wondering where my confident, snarky boy c/n had gone and how a shy boy with flushed cheeks had come to take his place.
My own cheeks flushed at his confession, but I tried not to take it to heart. He couldn’t possibly like observing me, staring at me.
“It’s alright, but just try to hold your head in place for just a little longer. Lips have always been tricky for me to draw and yours are giving me an especially hard time,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the tension in the room.
“Maybe you should kiss them,” he suggested and I dropped my pencil my eyes flying up to look at him.
Of course, of all times he chose this one to keep his head turned away from mine. Still, I could see the edge of his lips quirk up a bit in one of those rare smiles that he gave when he felt equal parts shy and equal parts bold.
“And just what do you expect that will do in helping me with drawing them, hm, c/n?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“If you can feel the grooves of my lips, you might find it easier to draw them. Drawing may be all about observing visually, but I think it benefits you when you observe sensuously as well,” he said.
I just sat there, my head fighting between what I desired and what I logically knew to be smart to do.
“What harm could it do, y/n?”
I breathed deep. He was right. What harm could it really do? A million answers to that question ran through my mind but I focused on him instead. The delicious way his lips were frozen in that soft grin, the adorable bend of his nose, the way his eyelashes curled just the slightest at the ends.
I moved to sit in front of him, his head still frozen in his pose. Finally, our eyes met. His were adoring and in awe, gliding over my face, drinking me in. I moved in, slowly, until my lips were just brushing against his. Internally, I was screaming, shouting for joy, and laughing giddily but externally all that I could do before I pressed my lips completely to his was let out a weak breath.
What registered first was the slightly chapped texture of his lips, and then the softness of them underneath that. And finally, the fact that he was not pressing back into mine.
Pulling back abruptly, and overcome with embarrassment, I looked him in the eyes.
“Why–why didn’t you kiss me back?” I asked, my confusion quickly turning into panic.
“Because you told me to stay still,” he answered, eyes dancing with mischief, his breath shallow which told me I wasn’t the only one affected by what I’d just done.
Shaking my head, I let out a breathy laugh while rolling my eyes playfully. That’s when he gently placed his hands on either sides of my cheeks and pulled me in for the sweetest kiss.
As we pulled back and regained our breath, I giggled, “You may be the worst model ever, but you’re the best damn kisser.”
“Well, then you’ve gotta keep me around. Especially if you plan on drawing any more pictures of me and need more help with…observing…my lips,” he chuckled.
“Oh, I’m keep you right where you are,” I laughed, before he pulled me in for another kiss.