Heads up: angst, this is a romantic piece of fiction (crushing on eachother), reader is a passionate artist.
Prompt: You used to have a passion, in which you donât do anymore because of your time consuming tasks assigned by Crowley.
It was a normal day at Night Raven College, as normal as it could get. You and Grim were running late to your classes, but then again when were you not. You stayed up to do another late night assignment and task for Crowley. The damn crow. Assigning you to do late night janitor work with no heads up, it was rather frustrating. Seeing no one doing as much work to withhold a spot in a college. They didnât even want to go either, mind you. But alas you and Grim need to have a place to live and have food to eat.
Living with Grim wasnât easy you would admit that. But it would be so empty without him. Your hands trembling as you look at the portraits and the small details. It was beautiful, when was the last time you did that? The coal and pencil lead that would smear on your hands after focusing on the small details, the paints staining your clothes as you listen to your music. You couldnât remember the last time you painted or drew anything. But that was the one thing that made you, you.
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Kalim
He found you looking at the portraits and sculptures in Scarabia one day, your fist trembling and eyes reminiscent of the past. It looked as if you were both envious and in awe. That twinkle in your eye was something he had noticed immediately, and of course he has to ask why you were so down in the dumps!
âHey, y/n!â He chirped as he stepped right beside you. His ruby red eyes looking over you yours. âWhatcha looking at?â Kalim blurbs, gentle but still his overwhelming happiness only seems to sour your mood even more. You could only let out a simple hum as you gesture towards the portraits of the Scalding Sands. The orange and beige with the blue sky so beautiful and expertly crafted to perfection.
âTheyâre cool right?â Beaming brightly he continued with a gasp, âOh, do you want me to get one for you?â He shouts with excitement, eyes full of hope and enthusiasm. But this only seemed to make you break down sobbing, your face scrunched up and red. The salty tears run down your face as you sob into your hands, fist clenched and shaking. Kalim was severely alarmed, eyes wide with concern and shock. âOh- I didnât mean to upset you, y/n!â He exclaims with a frown, eyebrows furrowed and his face softened.
âNo, no itâs not that.â You hiccup in between the sobs. Your eyes running up to look at Kalim, your face twisted and damp from tears. Kalim grabbing your hands with his, fingers intertwined with yours. Trying to sooth the massive torrent of emotions that lied underneath.
âI used to be so good at painting, now I donât even sketch!â You cry out, sniffling the snot that threatened to pool out from your nose. Kalim could only nod and smile warmly as you vent your heart out about your loss of freedom to creatively express yourself. âI can make it better!â Kalim exclaims helplessly âIâll buy you a whole new painting set, even let you use my room as a quiet space!â Kalim shouts loudly, then blushing a dark red hue before apologizing for his volume.
This left you to slowly stop crying, wiping the tears that still lingered. âYouâd do that for me?â Questioning his gentle gaze before smiling happily. âIâd like that, Kalim..â watching as he lit up like a candle, ruby red eyes glittering at your change of demeanor.
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Jamil
One day after a party, you decided to stay over to help Jamil clean up. When you were done with the dishes, a certain painting caught your eye. The intricate detail to the hair and eyes of the lady posing was impressive and clearly a very skilled artist. Jamil managed to slither over, noticing the twinkle in your eyes. Stars practically swelled, but so did tears.
You started to ball your eyes out at the sight, ashamed that you neglected your passion. Feeling guilt and anger over the fact that dealing with so much lead to you abandoning YOU. Art was apart of your life, it wasnât just a hobby. It was your life and passion. Tears slipped out with frustration and sadness churning in your stomach.
When he caught sight of your salty sadness rolling down your cheeks he was genuinely startled, see he isnât a good comforter. But with you it seemed as if he was a natural. âWhatâs upsetting you, Yuu?â He asks in a soothing tone, eyes burning into yours. Genuine concern and affection claimed his usual nonchalant demeanor.
But the question only seemed to make you cry harder, resulting in him tensing up even further. âUrkââ he grunted as you suddenly pulled him into a tight hug, eyes shut as your tears bled into his vest. âIâm sorry, this is just so embarrassing!â You sniffled out in between breaks, arms tightening around him like a snake. Sobbing muffled as he tried to process your abrupt burst of emotions. âYouâre good, I got you,â he paused shortly before looking at you, hand cupping your cheek. âI got you.â
Your cheeks burn in both embarrassment and shame. His touch calms you down to a degree in which itâs scary, his attention to detail makes it all the more significant to his methods. Heâs not doing this to gain anything, heâs doing this to comfort you. And only you, Kalim gets fake sympathy and pity, you get his genuine concern and attention. And thatâs special. Later that night he walked you to your dorm before setting off with a new goal in mind.
The very next day, Jamil comes up to your table unannounced with Kalim by his side. âHey, I thought youâd like this.â He said with averted eyes, a red deepened in his expression. You sat next to the first years and Grim as you take the thick sketch book with artist grade pencils. Colorful watercolor paints and Acrylics all in a neat little box. The paints brush bristles tickle your finger tips, and a soft smile makes its way to your face. âThank you, Jamil.â
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A/n: sorry it took so long, Iâve been struggling mentally and havenât been able to write as often as Iâd like to đșw
(I am an alt acc of a TWST writing blog: @gyaruwrites)
I am a genderfluid bisexual, I usually go by âshe/herâ but i go by âhe/himâ and âthey/themâ as well
I yume w/ movie Steven Universe specifically, (i am 15)
I am soft sharing with all my yumes, which basically means donât interact if youâre going to be like âhe loves me sooooo much!!â Just be chill and weâll get along fine
Looking for more Steven universe series fans! Just simple interaction in both DMs and conversations about f/oâs
I new to the yumeshipping community, so I hope to see how the community works and respect boundaries :)
Other Yumeships: Zayne(LADS), George Weasley (Harry Potter; 5th book), Steven Universe(Main Yume), Aonung(AVATAR), Tsireya(AVATAR), Shinobu(KNY)
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I write for Steven Universe primarily at the moment but I also write for; Harry Potter, Avatar, ATLA, and Demon slayer
I think it would be funny if most of Grace's eridian students went to him and asked for earth pronoun designations instead of picking for themselves, because they think it's cool to get word-gifts from the coolest teacher in the galaxy
and grace is trying so hard to not accidentally be sexist or assign gender roles to a monogendered species, so like, trying hard not to call someone he/him just because they like sports, or she/her just because they seem caring, or whatever. and he's having a hard time about it because he's like oh man why am I assigning the pronouns I'm assigning, i hope I'm not bringing any of my biases into this. just absolutely eating himself up over it
he tries to fix this by starting to roll a die, or throw darts at a dartboard, but his students immediately throw a fit because the point of the word-gifts is that they are specific, picked deliberately for them, right? and grace tries to explain gender bias and so on, but it becomes clear these kids could genuinely not give less of a shit, they just want to know what their AGAG (assigned gender at grace) is, alright? why is this so hard for him to understand??
eventually grace comes to the conclusion that he's on a different planet, and severely overthinking this, and that his kids really just are having fun--they really don't see the grace-given pronouns as categorization, he figures they see them as something more akin to astrology. or an eridian tiktok trend. when grace learns they call the assigning a word-gift he probably cries tbh
Hi! So Iâve been in a very very bad slump. Everything has been going downhill and family members have passed. I saw my grandmother die and it messed me up bad. Like really fucking bad. So just a heads up I will be writing at my own speed and hopefully will get back to writing. I hope to enjoy my passion instead of feeling like Iâm doing a chore, cause I when I enjoy it, it helps me feel like Iâm doing something productive.
TWST content will be posted again, but until then check out my new Harry Potter series on Quotev! (I donât support JK Rowling!!)
Day 10 đ Roleswap with Avatar Katara and Sifu Aang, based on @littlerosette's super cute fic for the same prompt. Come read it here ! Can't express enough how much I love this fic đ§Ąđ
This is an attempt of angst that my little gay heart needed đ
pairings: Heartslabyul x Reader
warnings; angst, hurt no comfort(?), no preexisting relationship
prompt: heâll never be him, even if he tries his best, his polar opposite will always have you. It will never be HIM.
Hope you enjoy!! đș
Riddle
It was rather odd to receive positive comments often from Riddle. He was a particularly hard cookie to crack when it came to being friends with him. But you didnât seem to notice his stares or his faint blush when you smiled. This time his flushed face and it wasnât due to anger, it was due to love. His heart flutters at the thought of making you smile or laugh, even once will suffice. It was his oxygen.
But he has to keep his image. He canât throw away his image for a silly crush. Itâs preposterous, ridiculous, downright pathetic! But that doesnât mean it canât make him wonder from time to time what itâs like to hold your hand, kiss your cheeks, run your hands through his hair-. . . His cheeks heat up tremendously at the silly romantic thoughts consume his studying time.
The simple invites to parties turned into nearly everyday hangouts. Hands brushing against each other, eye contact almost always locked together. And that made him feel like you liked him too. The hope he had quickly withered at your sentence spoken from your perfectly crafted lips. He saw your mouth moving, but it was like his ears refused to listen. This canât be, why was it Kalim Al-Asim and not him? He felt a rush of hot tears coming, before you could even finish your sentence about crushing on Kalim, he stood up. Suddenly his mouth moved before he could filter his thoughts.
âI need to go attend some duties, pardon meâ
It wasnât rude, it wasnât condescending, it wasnât even brash. It was just.. emptily polite. No actual emotion could be heard in Riddleâs cold voice. The words rang through his pulsing forehead. âKalim is so sweetâ, âI think I like him!â, âI might confess this Friday!â. He couldnât help but fidget with his gloves as he picked at the fabric. Hands clenching onto the pen in his hand as he checked off his little to-do list. âThis canât possibly happen.â
It was selfish and arrogant of him to think such things, but he couldnât help but think that you were the one that got away. You were the perfect person. Even if you werenât the ideal partner his mother had in mind, he would break every rule to have a taste of your love. You were addicting, almost negatively so! But he canât change your mind, could he?
His mental state slowly chipped, not tremendously, but noticeably enough. The fact that you talked his ear off about Kalimâs perfect smile and cheerful personality irked him greatly. He can be just as happy! He can! He.. he canât..? He canât. He canât be the one you desire. He just couldnât bring himself to change entirely for you to even glance his way. Kalim was a nice boy, and hopefully heâll treat you right. But the way he canât stop thinking about it, he realizes he just wishes he can be the one to treat you right. Maybe he liked the fact you knew him and gave him the lovey feeling he never had as a kid.
Kalim is a cheerful and lenient guy, Riddle is just not your type.
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Trey
Getting extra treats from Trey, when you donât ask for them at all, is him laying his heart bare. The free sweet treats soon piled up in your fridge, but grim kept the food warm in his belly. So it wasnât wasting the food, just regifting it unwillingly to the hungry dire beast. But with the way that you look at him so closely and happy, he almost had to hold his breath at the intent and attention that was paid towards him. He was a rather ordinary guy, a guy who liked to bake and was very polite and respectful.
As the time ticked by the duo began to grow closer. From small conversations to soft touches. So imagine the absolute whiplash he got from overhearing your conversation with Deuce and Ace about how much you like Floydâs impulsive actions, giving you the adventure of finding out how heâll react next. He can be adventurous and unpredictable! He swears!
But he canât, could he? He was the run of the mill bakery boy who has good grades and a dream to run his parentâs shop. Who knows what Floyd wants to do in the further future? Floyd just does what he wants, Trey abides by the rules. But thatâs what you like about Floyd, donât you?
Floyd is the adventure you crave, Trey prefers to have a more productive time spent. But what can you say? Floyd appealed in ways Trey didnât. And that ate at Treys subconscious. He wasnât the man you wanted, but you were the person he wanted so badly. It wasnât fair in his mind, but he let it go, watching you run to Floyd with excitement and laughter filling the crisp air. Leaving Trey in the seat you two shared almost everyday for months now.
Everything has to come to an end, but is he ready for this to end? Truth is, he doesnât want it to end.
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Cater
Cater was a rather easygoing guy, laid back and nice to chat with. But you saw his plastered cracks, and you embraced those flaws with open arms. His eyes closed as you hugged him on a particular hard day, face feeling warm with tears and embarrassment. Arms slumped to his sides as you hugged his waist.
From simple gets in the hallways to laying each others head against each other as you two talk amongst each other. Your hand brushing against his, your eyes filled with so much affection and care, it made him feel safe and comfortable around you. It made him show his cracks more often, you made him feel like it was alright to feel down once in a while. Even if he doesnât have a reason to why heâs down in the dumps. He started to feel bursts of affection towards you as you two walked and comforted each other. It was like you two were meant to be.
Until you found a guy like Leona. You didnât need to tell him about your mushy feelings, he could tell. You were getting sweaty and stammering when he was near. It made Cater feel as if his blood boiled. Where did all his attention go? Why werenât you going to the unbirthday parties anymore? Why were you leaving him on open for hours on end..?
Thatâs when he realized, he wasnât first place in your heart anymore. He was number two. Back to where he was in the beginning. Always the second option. What really broke him was when you started to eat lunch with Leona in Savanaclaw.
#down in the dumps !!
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Ace
Ace was blunt, can barely hold his tongue, and a very good friend. He was one of your first friends, heâs been by your side ever since the incident with the broken chandelier. So itâs really no surprise when he started to like you, heâs just really not the best at showing that. But that never stopped him from always being there. Hands on your shoulder to ground you when youâre upset, gently soothing you with his stupid jokes.
Everyday was spent with you and Deuce. It was perfect. YOU are perfect. He would buy you lunch when you basically had to beg for it, but in the end,, he just didnât know how to express his emotions. Heâs always struggled with that, genuine vulnerability was hard to do under normal circumstances. But for you heâd try to get better at that. Just for you.
So it really shook him when after Vilâs overblot, you seemingly knew the large and intimidating guy. Malleus basically TOWERED over the first years. You and him seemed to talk so smoothly, making him jealous. Itâs not that you both couldnât talk like that, itâs just Malleus was a regal and royal. He was just some guy trying to gain your attention and maybe also your affection? But it seems itâs going to be hard in the future.
The first yearâs table appeared to be empty without you. It was weird without the chaos being tamed every other 10 minutes. Now Deuce and Epel are in a debate which apple tastes better. But all Ace could think of is what you were doing with Malleus. Were you talking about him? Kissing? MAKING OUT?! No, that canât happen because it was too early for that, and secondly, you two arenât even in a relationship! So it would be classless to make out without being together⊠but FWB are a thing, no, no, youâre not like that.
So imagine his genuine reaction of absolute disbelief when he saw the two of you together and kissing each others cheeks. Hands held together as an official symbol that you were together now. The boy becoming more blunt and less blushy around you. It wasnât his lover, he shouldnât act as if you were.
Maybe he could change your mind?..please..
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Deuce
Deuce is a little dull, but means well. His clumsy and determined demeanor made him,, well him! Deuce loved to hang out with you and his friends. But more specifically YOU. See he started to have a little thing for you once you helped them defeat Riddles overblot. His teal eyes always traced your features when you werenât aware. But gosh was he was super duper clumsy around you! He would trip over the AIR for crying out loud.
Talking to you made him blush and stutter constantly, eyes averting when your irises looked into his. Yet when he stumbled across you and Idia talking about the project the two of you had to do together, a surge of jealousy pulsated through his body. The way Idiaâs hair grew pink at the tips of the flaming blue color. Your eyes looking at his stiffened figure as he struggled to finish his own sentence. Oh Deuce was fuming with jealousy and.. and sadness?
See, he loved having you around almost every single other hour. But now he only saw you in certain classes, in which he shared with you. The way Idia was so smart and quick witted made Deuce start to doubt that you would never EVER like him even more. He was just so bland, whilst Idia was so smart and rich. The way your hand brushed against idias made his face contort in hurt and jealousy.
That was his crush, his friend, his.. his friend. And thatâs all they will ever be. Stuck in the friend zone when Idia gets your attention. Your romantic interest, and being Idias best friend while heâs second place.
Man he sucks at romance.. just like his academics.
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hoped you enjoyed this angst! Iâm still practicing on how to make angst/sad content!! đș
Iâm going to write full stories on these accounts. Do keep in mind that this tumblr acc is where I post short stories, longer stories donât necessarily have any views on this platform.đș
I need MORE ZAYNE CONTENT. EVERY TIME I SEARCH HIM UP CALEB POPS UP. IM NOT TRYING TO LOOK AT FUCKING CALEB. I AM LOYAL TO MY ONE AND ONLY KING, ZAYNE đĄ
(Caleb fans do not beat me, I love Caleb too but I want to see Zayne when I search up edits of him, not Caleb)
HIIII I think your writing is amazing!! I especially loved the one were the reader smooches the fish mafia faces If itâs okay with you can you do one with the scarabia dorm please? :3
hiii!! Thank you, and ofc I can đ
Pairings: Kalim x reader, Jamil x reader
Prompt: Yuu/reader gives kisses and is extremely affectionate to their LI
have a good read đș
Kalim
Youâre so lucky, he returns this energy 10x. Itâs like a competition between you two, who can show more affection today? Is it him or his ethereal lover? Who knows! But heâs not complaining if he loses by a little bit. Itâs always soft touches and gentle kisses exchanged between you two.
â[reader]! I missed you so much!â He exclaims with excitement and pure love as you kissed his cheeks and forehead repeatedly. When you pull away, a whine would almost escape his throat, but at least Jamil caught a break after the excruciating painful 5 minute kissing session.
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Jamil
hmm.. i believe that he wouldnât love obvious PDA, I think this because he has to monitor Kalim basically 24/7. So that means not a lot of time for your affection, so that means you have to basically smother him in private. Cold kisses caress his warm skin, an almost faint smile could be seen on his lips as you cover him with kisses.
âYouâre lucky I love youâ he would say nonchalantly, knowing damn well he would fight the great seven to make sure you never get taken away from him. See, he might not show much in public, but heâs sure as hell letting you kiss him and hug him in private. Heâll either show affection back in his own way or return your kisses.
