Pairing: Mark x reader (there’s a lot of Donghyuck in this one sorry) Genre: highschool!au, fluff , a tittle of angst Warnings: none Word count: 5,425
“Ah, please.” your best friend, and perhaps your only real friend other than this girl that sat next to you in class, Donghyuck whined, stomping on the marbled floor of the school hallway while tugging at your wrist. “You’re such a party pooper.” he pouted and let go off your wrist leaving it to hang against your side.
“You know I don’t like parties.” you pressed. A wallflower is what people would describe you as but you chose to describe yourself as just really shy. Throughout your childhood you didn’t make friends easily and the only friendship you had maintained through the years was with Donghyuck.
The first meeting with him happened when you were five years old, your young jovial self building castles on the sand. Until they came crumbling down under the sole of someone’s shoe. You had looked up and were met with the devilish gaze of a boy with chubby cheeks looking down at you. It was only a matter of seconds before you were bawling, your tearstreaked face was a deep red and you were throwing handfuls of sand at the boy towering over you. That was enough for Donghyuck to start crying too and the whole situation suddenly had turned into a competition of who could cry the loudest. Up until his mother intervened and made Donghyuck apologize to you and help you rebuild your castle.
“I think its okay to have a lot of romances. It’s part of experiencing
life but marrying only once is nice. I can spend my whole life with this
person. I believe romance exists in order to meet a person like that.”
–Ren Jinguji, ASAS booklet
Words describing Ren:flirty, passionate, eccentric, fiery, adventurous, cunning, relaxed
Blood type: B
Birthday: February 14th
Zodiac: Aquarius ♒️
“I acted cold but I really wanted to hug you, hold your hand and kiss you, I want to lend you a shoulder whenever you cry.”
–Ren Jinguji, UtaPri Repeat, Along with a Cantabile Kiss(Maji Love End)
Ren admires all things Mediterranean- the cuisine, culture, locations, languages, beaches, activities- he has a thing especially for Italy.
He enjoys photography so a good birthday gift would be a camera. He randomly clicks pictures and puts them either in an album or he would create a “picture wall”, on it you’d find sceneries, animals, candid pictures of his s/o and some pictures of him and his friends to name a few.
He likes to pack his bags and fly/drive off to any place out of the the blue. He sees no reason as to why someone should not travel; its one of his passions.
Mr. Fashion expert, his wardrobe is goals and he is one to use the phrase “I swear on my Chanel” when jokingly defending himself. He also wouldn’t mind running a blog on fashion and his aesthetics.
He once joked that he should write a novel on all his “love-filled” adventures with ladies. Syo groaned and replied that such a book would never finish.
His cooking would send you to heaven. He enjoys spicy food and can cook a variety of cuisines, he doesn’t mind desserts either but he is not a fan of chocolate.
I also have this headcanon where Ren knows how to play the saxophone part in George Michael’s “Careless Whisper” by heart. Just enough to swoop away your heart eh? ;)
Romeo here is also aware of the language of flowers so the next time he sends you an exquisite and intricate bouquet, make sure to google the flowers and their meanings ~
His Hogwarts house is Gryffindor or alternatively, Slytherin
au where victor is a horse and yuuri is the ranch person thing
(this. this is why i was regretting taking prompts.)
(and eXCUSE ME ‘ranch person thing’ is my JOB)
Never in his life has Yuuri seen a finer looking stallion.
He leans on the fencepost, gazing dumbfoundedly at the perfect creature in front of him. He’s flawless. Ethereal. All long legs and flowing silver mane billowing in the breeze as the sun shone down on his sparkling white coat, galloping through the open field in the bliss of the springtime. How he ended up on his ranch, Yuuri had no idea. He had just appeared, like a creature out of a dream.
“Who are you?” Yuuri asks to himself. “Where did you come from?”
The horse turns his head and points his ears towards him, as if he had heard the question Yuuri has whispered into the springtime wind. His mane and tail whipping wildly in the breeze, the stallion suddenly tosses his head back and rears up, his front legs striking the air as he sends a whinny skyward. He lands, then gallops directly to where Yuuri is standing, stopping only a few inches in front of him.
Yuuri reaches out to place a hand on the horse’s neck.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, gazing into the stallion’s sparkling blue eyes.
Yuuri freezes as the horse moves closer, lowers his head and nuzzles his ear, as if trying to speak to him, as if trying to give him an answer.
“Yuuri, starting today, I’ll be your new horse.”
Yuuri bolts upright in his bed, hands shaking and drenched entirely in a cold sweat.
His husband stirs beside him. “What’s the matter, love?” Viktor drawls, attempting to shake himself from sleep.
“Oh, nothing, I just-” he tries to start, but not quite finding the right words to explain.
“I just had the weirdest dream.”
aRE YOU HAPPY NOW @forovnix and @actualyuuri ??? have you harassed me enough?? will you ever end my misery???
im quitting my job after this. deleting my blog and all my writing. thx.
The thing about Jimin though, was that you had to know two important things about him. The first was that he was always fucking up.
You would think fucking up things came with Namjoon’s job description as designated human hurricane since elementary school when he kicked a soccer ball too hard and literally broke their jungle gym. Or that one time he was on the honor roll and high school and was helping out sort out the paper directory of the school population and tipped over the entire stack of two weeks of worth because he tripped over the desk. True story.
But Jimin, his fuck ups were of a different kind.
Like now, for example.
“I can’t believe you got our whole house painted baby pink,” Namjoon whispers, mouth still dropped open from well, the house being the exact shade of a piglet’s bottom.
“Surprise?” Jimin squeaks hopefully, but even he knows he’s really done it this time.
“Jimin, I gave you one job. I told you when we move in together, I’d find the apartment, I’d manage the taxes, I’ll even take out the trash.”
“Right,” Jimin gulps, bottom lip jutting out so that Namjoon knows his boyfriend is already upset but he’s too mad to care.
“All you had to do,” Namjoon continues in a shaky voice that really refuses to stay calm, “is to move our stuff in and decorate. A one time thing. Literally, the only fun thing.”
“Well, I did,” Jimin argues, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “I thought you said on the phone that you wanted pink.”
“No,” Namjoon says with a fake pretense of patience, “I specifically told you, whatever you do, do not paint it some fancy, embarrassing lilac purple or baby pink!” Namjoon says in exasperation, leaning back against his old beat up SUV and staring up at their new house.
Their new house that looked like Disneyland threw up on it.
God, he could never ever ever bring any of his friends over, like, ever again.
Not when he was an underground rapper and his friend’s once laughed at him for a whole month because Jimin had forgotten to do the laundry and he had been forced to wear Jimin’s old Powerpuff Girls’ socks to the studio.
“Whoops,” Jimin says, popping the ‘p’ and looking at Namjoon to guage just what level of begging was going to make him forgive him.
“Damn right. You know we could barely afford painting it the first time,” Namjoon says, sighing, still staring with dismay at their new place with the wary eyes of a man that had seen too much of the world.
“Joonie,” Jimin says in a tone that Namjoon knows he reserves for the times he really messes up, like that time they were in the middle of Tokyo for their vacation for the first time in years and Jimin had forgotten to book any hotel reservations.
“No,” Namjoon replies, tone hard but resolve wavering when his eyes flick over to Jimin’s large pretty ones batting themselves at Namjoon.
“Babe, I’m sorry.”
“Suck my ass.”
Namjoon regrets saying this immediately because the second thing to know about Park Jimin was that he was always horny.
“Give me the time and the place baby, I’ll be there,” Jimin smirks and Namjoon shoves him gently, laughing.
“You’re fucking gross, you know that?” he says, rummaging for the keys in his back pocket and fishing them out.
“Hypocrite,” Jimin says, rolling his eyes but latching on to Namjoon’s arm and laughing. “Like you don’t love it.”
“Shut up,” Namjoon says, blushing and turning the lock of their new house. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Pink was an okay color. Sure, it wasn’t what he was picturing but -
“Jimin?” Namjoon almost screams, jaw dropping.
Literally everything. Was pink. Even the tablecloth. Namjoon felt his knees go weak.
“Ah, I forgot to tell you just one more tiny thing- ”
OMG OMG So I couldn't check out your blog lately because I was so busy, but then I decided to check it out just now to get my dose of cuteness from your drawings, and while scrolling down I see a cute Jungkook cheering on me with a flag T_T This totally made my entire year tbh V_V I don't deserve this! Thank you so much! You're my fav artist in the ask blogs community! You inspire me so much <3 I appreciate your nice words! I hope you can be happy too! Thank you and fighting ~ Wise anon
AHHH IM GLAD THAT YOU LIKED IT ;;;; tumblr mobile was being an ass like usual so it deleted the asks u sent me, and i was like, ???? why??? and no yOU DESERVE EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD OKAY YOU’RE AN AMAZING, SWEET, AND BEAUTIFUL PERSON!!!!