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first impressions?
haikyuu x m!reader [oikawa, kuroo]
summary: them asking you out + your first date !!
cw: a bit of swearing (mainly in kuroos)
a/n: i had one w tendou but it was too long so im making it seperate lol
oikawa tooru
you were... very confused, to say the least, when oikawa came up to your desk one day and asked you out. you two were friends, sure, but you never expected him to be interested in you. at all. "hey, [nickname]-chan! wanna go out with me today?" he had asked you. you looked up at him, and blinked.
"like... a date?" you asked back, half joking. he just nodded cheerfully, and from the corner of your eye you saw a couple of your classmates glare at you with shock. a snort leaves your mouth when you stand up.
"uh, if you promise i won't get kidnapped and murdered in a dark alleyway by your fangirls, then sure." you say with a shrug. he grins, leaning over to hug you tightly. "perfect! i'll pick you up later [nickname]-chan~!"
he brought you to his house. you poke him in the side. "are you gonna trap me on your roof and sacrifice me to aliens, tooru." you ask. he scoffs, taking your hand in his. "excuse me! you are the last person i would sacrifice to aliens!" you raise an eyebrow. "i'm guessing that would be ushijima then?" "absolutely, yes!" you laugh.
oikawa opens the front door and guides you to his bedroom. "so, what're we doing?" you ask, flopping backwards onto his bed. he asks you to give him a second, and a few minutes later he comes back holding a laptop and a plastic bag.
oikawa set the laptop on the bed next to you, and pulled out milk bread from the bag. "think fast," he snickered, before dropping it onto your face.
unfazed, you unwrap it and take a bite. "sometimes i forget your milk bread obsession is somewhat reasonable." you say, mouth full. "so," you swallow. "what are we watching?"
he grins. "guess."
"...e.t?" you half-ask. he sputters, trying to get a word out but can't. "wh- you really- i can't- you think i'd-"
"so that's a yes, then?"
"...yes."
kuroo tetsuro
if there was one word you would use to describe kuroo, it would be annoying. he's smart, hes captain of the volleyball team, he's hot (your friends words, not yours). you didn't like him very much. his hair looked like someone poured a gallon of oil in it and put a plastic bag over his head, he had a shitty smirk that made him seem so confident and cocky and "charming" to some people.
you were finished with your after-school club for the day, and on your way home, you're stopped by kuroo. he's leaning on the gym building, a few of his fellow teammates still there with him. you had no idea what to expect from him, but the words that come out of his mouth made you choke on your own spit.
"do you have eleven protons? 'cause you’re sodium fine." he says in the calmest, smoothest voice ever. he acted as though it was a masterful pick-up line that was supposed to leave you a blushing and stuttering mess (spoiler alert- it didn't).
you coughed for a while and he instantly got worried- that wasn't exactly the reaction he was looking for- before you stood upright, blankly stating, "how the fuck do people find you attractive. if fucked up hair and a psychopathic smile is all it takes, then my expectations for life have just been humbled."
yeah anyways here you are at a coffee shop on a study date. you told him it was just because you needed the help with your grades and he needed the social exposure to someone who wasn't susceptible to shitty science jokes.
so here you are, sipping your respective coffees and going through your textbooks. you point at a paragraph that you had read about fourteen times over, poking kuroo's forehead. "help me please i have no idea what this means and this is the only thing on my next test,"
he looks over at where you were pointing and that weird-ass grin grew on his face. "stop that, you creep," you mutter, loudly slurping your coffee.
"i'll help you. but," kuroo says, waggling his finger, "i need something in return." "greedy ass bitch." you huff. "i'll go on a proper date with you, how about that? you know, one where it's not me leeching off of you."
"deal."
05 ― JUNG HOSEOK
100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU: “I’ll walk you home.”
genre: fluff
word count: 837
― feat. bad boy!hoseok
YOU WERE HOPELESSLY LOST. It was kind of funny, really. Just a few moments ago, you were boasting to Hoseok about how you were totally capable of getting from the airport to your house and how he didn’t need to come pick you up. God, you were so embarrassed.
You wanted to text him to come get you, but you didn’t even know where you were so it would’ve been pointless and extremely humiliating. After wondering around aimlessly for a while, you decided to get a drink and―against your better judgment―walked into the nearest, shady looking convenience store.
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They’re an absolutely adorable and super interesting Minecraft mob.
They’re open species, just make sure to credit and tag @rhodochrosite-love!
I made a minecraft species! Meet Alwen (the blue) and Siora (the pink)
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LOVE THIS AHH
This is me in @betraeyal’s AU
My soul is blue/Dark blue, so I had trouble shading with watercolour, but it was fun!
I couldn’t really draw the rune, so just have the outline of where it would be on my scarf.
HARD LAUNCH | minho drabble. established relationship.
“Do you guys have french fries?”
“Minho.” you hiss, nudging his shin beneath the table.
He cocks an eyebrow before turning back to the waitress. She smiles softly, laughing at the two of you.
“We do, yes.”
“Wonderful,” Minho grins, “We’ll have a side order of those too.”
“Perfect. I’ll put that in for you guys and check back soon.” The waitress says happily, collecting the menus and scurrying off to tend to another table.
As soon as she’s out of earshot, you groan, covering your face with your hands.
“Why would you do that?”
Minho chuckles, shakes his head probably. You wouldn’t know since you can’t see him.
“Do what?”
Still using one hand to cover your eyes, you pull the other away, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. “I told you I’d be fine. Why’d you have to ask for french fries? That’s so embarrassing.”
Minho hums. Unbothered. “You know what’s worse?”
“Literally nothing.” you mumble, returning your other hand to your face. It only serves to muffle your voice more. “This is humiliating. We’re in a nice restaurant and you ordered french fries because of me. Oh God. I’m going to hide in the bathroom.”
A good choice, you think. Minho’s in god damn slacks for crying out loud. Every second that passes is another second that your pity order of french fries is probably spending in the deep fryer, right next to the lobster tail and shrimp tartar that everyone else has a mature enough palate to eat.
Before you can move to get up and make a beeline for the toilet, you feel Minho’s fingers wrap around your wrists, pulling until your hands give way to your face. You crack one eye open and then the other, his amused expression coming into view.
“What’s worse than ordering french fries is me knowing you’ll be hungry if there isn’t something familiar for you on the table.” he says pointedly, like your reason for feeling embarrassed is unnecessary. “Besides, who said I didn’t want any?”
“Min, look around,” you say, turning your head to glance at the room, “The napkins are cloth. Cloth! Nicer than my bed sheets. We can’t be seen eating french fries in a place like this. I told you I’d be—”
“—fine. Because as long as you’re here I can do anything.” Minho recites, word for word, cutting you off.
Heat rushes to your cheeks immediately, spreads like wildfire when Minho smiles and leans on to his forearms. His button up tightens over his shoulders, hugs his arms, sleeves rolled up to the elbow.
“Just like how you’re doing this for me, let me do something for you.”
You and Minho have been seeing each other for four months now, but even at that, you’re still not used to his straightforwardness.
Seeing Minho has been nothing short of a dream. What started as just interacting at parties because of mutual friends eventually gave way to him asking for your number, and then hanging out separate from your friend group, until one day he plucked up the courage to ask you out. Since then, the two of you have been inseparable, always spending every free moment together. Laughing, talking, even sometimes just existing in the same space. It’s nice. So, so nice.
“Shouldn’t I be the one blushing right now?” Minho teases.
“Shut up.” you say, tearing your gaze away from him.
He laughs again before reaching out and placing a hand on top of yours. Soft. Minho is unbelievably soft.
It’s the thing you love the most about him. But more than that, more than the delicate skin of his fingers or the brush of his lips against yours, you love the softness of his eyes.
Minho is hard to crack, his emotions shrouded most of the time. Not that he wants to be, but because that’s just how he operates, or so you’ve learned.
But despite all of that, his eyes are a dead giveaway. When he’s looking at pictures of his cats, or staring at you from across the room, or right now as steaming plates of some of the finest cuisine Seoul has to offer are being placed in front of him.
“Holy shit.” he whispers, staring in awe as the waitress walks away from the table.
“Is it rude for me to take a picture? Like, would anyone get offended?”
Minho scoffs. “Babe, I would be offended if you didn’t document this right now.”
“Okay, okay,” you laugh, pulling out your phone.
“Do I get to be in it this time?”
You look up to find Minho pouting across the table. Another thing about your relationship— nobody knows yet.
You’ve been teasing about the possibility of a boyfriend for two months now, you and Minho only having made it official about a few weeks ago. The most anyone has been able to see are carefully positioned photos where only his hand or other inconspicuous parts of him are visible.
It’s not that you don’t want people to know. It’s just hard with his job and all. Privacy reasons.
"For someone who likes to claim that people won't give me a hard time because of your fame you sure do seem eager to test that theory."
Minho smiles mischievously. “Well, yes. But I’m also waiting because I want to show you off.”
You busy yourself with opening your camera app to stop the heat creeping up your neck. “Yeah, yeah. You big flirt.”
Minho laughs but obliges, scoots back to let you get a good few pictures of the food.
Photos aren’t enough to do it justice, though. So you opt for a video, scanning the table with your camera, only the bottom half of his torso visible across the table. A silk white button up only three-fourths of the way buttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows.
Minho watches silently, his face unreadable. And then, at the last second, he dips his head down so fast you don’t even realize what’s happening until his face is fully in the shot, a shit-eating grin pushing his eyes into crescent moons.
“Min!” you laugh, ending the recording.
He chuckles, straightening back out. “Post it.”
“Are you insane?”
“No, but I’m going to be if you don’t post it and then eat with me.” He nudges the plate of french fries towards you. “Come on.”
“You really want me to post it? You’re sure?”
Minho smiles. Soft. “Never been more sure about anything in my life.” he says, neither of you willing to address the weight of his words.
He grabs your hand, plants a kiss on the back of your knuckles. The resulting flip of your stomach is enough to give you the courage to hit post and tuck your phone away.
Whatever happens, you’ll deal with it later. Together.
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One of the pieces I did for Entr’acte - a hypmic lookbook!
Leftover sale happening right now!
I know Raph is a total Mama's boy, but can we pretty please have some of Big Mama cuddling the others.
UMMM ABSOLUTELY OMG
I headcanon that Raph would adjust to big mama no problem followed by mikey who would immediately cling to her. Donnie and Leo would be skeptical but the second Donnie got some praise for his work he's be IMMEDIATELY won over. Eventually Leo would warm up to big mama and he would show off so much and she'd clap and stuff
If someone told me this was Edgar Vargas and Sebastian from Stardew I'd believe them
More sleepy drawings 💕💕
The idea for the first drawing came from @metamorphmigus
@zarla-s
that was supposed to be for two😤😤😤
[ID: a drawing of two fairies. one sits happily inside a fast food box with her hands on her big full tummy. the other stands beside the box looking at her friend with annoyance, saying "I thought we were sharing."]
A nice little Ashton & fcg moment from last ep, before the disc-horse:-
nearly everyone: *saying bye to the horses*
fcg: *is weirdly quiet*
ashton: *whispers to fcg* "You alright?"
fcg: "Huh?"
ashton: "Eh..." *gestures at the horses*
fcg: "Oh. They're soulless creatures, I don't care."
ashton: "Okay, just checking."