now, before you ask me anything, i need to ask you just one question
isn't it funny as hell to imagine sodapop curtis beating himself up?
★ now playing : Les Os — The Unicorns ♪
— - ramble under the cut !
I'd like to thank tumblr friend and mutual of mine @fr3akology for sending this art request last second in because all I've been doing for the past 4 days back to back is working on this (it was actually more of like, 3-4 hours each night, leading up to now, so 💀)
(i promise I didn't overwork myself THAT much. although i did lose some sleep one night so uh. (on account of weather, not JUST this drawing) anyways)
what better if not to mix your favorite blorbos into one pan and turn it into something new amirite? WGAGAGH
AAAUGHHH sorry, i really have a lot of fun drawing stevepop. everytime. all the time. i don't do it as hyperactively as much as i did (i swear it's all i COULD do last april) but drawing them again this april just like i was last year is so entertaining and oughh... oughhhh i forgot how fun these two are to draw together.
i gotta start putting them in more scenarios again. i love these boys, truly. i do.
the song in the title came to me while i was listening to a "discover more music" playlist and it practically smacked me in the head like a brick. so. HOORAY! listen to The Unicorns, they are very good i promise!!! and while I'm at it with unpopular artists, Logan, From the Internet is also a pretty neat musician i found today!!!
i love new music!!! and finding new music while making art is VERY FUN i highly recommend !!! :D
in this particular universe where soda is supposedly the narrator and steve is marla, i like to imagine dallas is probably tyler durden. take that as you will.
gay gay gay gay lesbian lesbian lesbian lesbian GAY GAY GAY GAY (bonked on the head and dragged away to a mental institute aka catholic university)
fluff and sillies and goofy vibes
you should never let your girlfriend know your latest obsessions
mina insists she’ll always be one step ahead of you to knowing anyway
see here is the thing. your lovely girlfriend of 3 years, myoui mina, tends to end up buying things you like, more often than what you think is the average person does for their partner. being a global superstar doesn’t help when she comes home from abroad, suitcase filled with new trinkets you didn’t even know existed and the latest craze that gets you wanting more
you don’t mind her affection, you really don’t mind it one bit. it just comes to a point that you’re pretty sure you have to buy a new shelf again, just after buying one 3 months ago
so here you are, staring at the living room of your apartment, figures of your legos you have built with your love, and a variety of trinkets laying down on the floor. you are trying to focus on how to arange them without hassle of rearranging them when you have to wipe down the dust
you try to lazer focus in, knowing that (one) mina is landing in coming from an overseas fan meeting so she has new stuff for you, (two) twice has somewhat claimed your apartment for a weekly friday hangout, (three) it is a friday, (four) it's also a drinking night
what you didn't count for was that she would come home earlier than you expected. you can barely register the jingle of the keys, the thud of shoes, the rolling of the wheels from her luggage, her soft wistful sigh when she sees you amongst all her gifts
all the gifts she buys when you invade her mind, all the gifts that tug on her heart because it’s bits of you that she sees everywhere, it’s the thoughts of you in every little thing she sees
you barely even flinch when she comes over to you, hugging you from behind and humming a song. the melody barely registers in your brain but her scent does, letting you relax from all that thinking and rearranging you have been doing
"i got you something" she has her eyes closed, her cheek pressed against the top of your shoulder while her face is against your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of you
“of course you did baby” it’s clock work, you know this and it’s a routine “did you rest well on the plane back here?”
she doesn’t reply immediately, savoring the warmth you bring to her world
"baby?" you ask again and the only response you get is a hum "did you miss me that much?"
you get another hum in reply and she manages to put her hands under your shirt, drawing circles at the skin of you tummy. it tickles you a bit, and you feel light as she start to smoother your neck to you cheeks with kisses.
"i got you hironos" is all she replies with
hirono?
"those tiny little guys you saw on tiktok baby" mina reads your mind and answers your questions before you even say them "i saw you liked some of those videos and reposted one of it. so naturally i got you two sets"
“baby” the whine you give to her sounds too cute “a whole set? really?"
"yes hun a whole set. two sets" she gives you another kiss on the cheek before she moves away to get her luggage to open it "i ordered online cases for them already. it's going to arrive in two days"
you stare at her dumbfound before looking at the amount of trinkets on the table, and at the two sets she pulls out of her luggage
"you didn't" you say as you stare at the city of mercy set. you can vaguely remember liking a video about it while you and mina were doom scrolling on your phone "how did you even get that?"
"the internet" she gives you a peck on the lips before giving you the sets of city of mercy and mime series "open it sweetheart"
and open it you did
with every box opened, you gasp and shake your girlfriend, who watched you with fondness and glee. she takes pictures of each one with you, giggling as you squeal and coo at how cute each one is.
"look at him" you say in awe as you show her the one dressed in black, and she knows that's the one that will be attached to you "he looks so cool"
when all are opened and done, she helps you arrange them and the other trinkets on your shelves. giggling at how much you are 'complaining' that she gets too many gifts
even when you sit down on the couch with her, the fallen angel hirono staring at you from the coffee table, you softly ask her why she keeps on coming home with gifts even when you don't ask for anything
"you don't always have to buy me something" you softly say, bringing her hands to your face, kissing each of her knuckles. it makes her melt. "you coming home to me is always enough"
mina knows this. you had always repeated this since you both started to date, but she always assures you she doesn't mind.
"i know. i mostly do it for my sanity"
"your sanity?"
"because i always think about you" she straddles you, your elbows hitting the arm of the couch, you are melting by the touch of her hands and her gaze. you feel like you are going to burst in flames by anything she does
"and when i think of you, i feel like i'll burn if i don't have something that will remind me of you"
you do when she gently brings you to a kiss, lips moving against each other, exchanging your lip gloss to her own lipstick
you can’t help but sigh into it too, letting yourself get lost in the sea of emotions. you can't help it. even after years of staying together and the many more to come, you feel so sure in the fact that everytime you both will kiss, it will be this magical
she has to pull away when sighs turn into moans, her head bursting with imagination of what you would look like. ruined and desperate for her
“i'm so fucking obsessed with you my love” mina's eyes can't leave your eyes, her thumb wiping away the bit of smeared lipstick on the corner of you lips "you have no idea how much i think about you"
you barely have anything to say before she kisses you again, pinning you against the couch, shutting your head out from anything
you can’t even be bothered to push her away, your hands trying to keep her head as close to yours as possible, fingers tangling with her blond hair and your whimpers fueling her desires
it does not take that long for the moment to burst, when it slips in your head point number two when you were arraigning your trinkets
it’s a friday
and that you gave the spare key to one of the members
"hey you guys, i know you both have the tendency to put your phones on silent but we are here with drinks and you favorite take-MINA STOP DEVOURING THE POOR WOMAN”
