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neil-gaiman · 7 months
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hi mr. gaiman. you have created a monster. i cannot stop thinking about this brillant show of yours and i make it everyones problem. i went to the hairdresser and asked for the crowley color. i bought his sunglasses. i happened to go to london this summer with my mom and ended up looking for the filming locations (im sorry mom). 2 days ago i even rambled about good omens to my science teacher in a moment of weakness and when i regained control of my body i felt quite embarrassed. i have found myself in many, many, other embarrassing situations because of my rambling, actually. plenty of my friends have told me ive gone insane and i cant help but agree with them. but good for you, those same friends are so intrigued (and worried) by my behavior they actually start the show to try and study me. so it's all good in the end. i get my job done. im watching good omens with one of them right now and having a lot of fun telling her about all the fun facts (she loves the show so far)
on a serious note, thank you so much for your work (you understood i appreciate it a lot, i hope). have a very awesome day / night mr. gaiman
Thank you so much! And thank you for spreading the good word.
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7ndipity · 5 months
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Let Me Love You
Jungkook x Plus Size Reader
Summary: When your friend Jungkook confesses his feelings, you ghost him, despite your own feelings for him, fearing that the relationship will end in disaster. Can he convince you otherwise?
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Angsty, mentions of anxiety and body insecurities, swearing, suggestive, only partially proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I wanted to post this last night, but I was super tired and fell asleep(I’m still sick lol). Also, part of this is based on a dream I had and couldn’t get out of my head, so sorry if it feels a little random.
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Requests are open
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The noise and lights of the party had been almost overwhelming, even around the pool, where some of you had separated off, a few even deciding to brave the cold water to swim.
“Wanna take a dip?” He’d asked as you sat tucked off to the side together, letting your feet hang over the water, leaning in close to hear each other.
“I don’t have a suit.” You’d replied.
“You won’t hear me complaining.” He’d smirked, making you roll your eyes before quickly dropping your attention to the drink in your hand, trying to hide the growing heat in your cheeks.
Jungkook had always been a notorious flirt, especially when it came to you, never missing an opportunity to make some sly comment that would have your face burning, much to his amusement, though you doubted he realized the full effect his words had on you. You’d never shared your feelings for him or your long standing crush, knowing he wouldn’t be into a plus size person like you, and had just focused on maintaining your friendship instead.
“Well, I’m going in.” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, glancing up just in time to see him yank his jacket off and slip in, allowing the water to come up over his head for a moment before resurfacing with a gasp, shaking his head at you like a dog.
“You’re insane.” You commented, laughing.
“You love it.” He said, catching hold of your arm to help pull him out of the water.
“You’re getting me wet!” You squealed, trying to skooch away from him, but he trailed after you, making you both laugh until you were stuck in the corner.
Jungkook’s laughter trailed off, expression suddenly turning serious as he looked up at you. “I wanna try something.” He said.
“What is it?” You asked warily.
Rather than answering, he braced his hands on either side of you, boosting himself up and pressing his mouth briefly to yours.
You froze, staring at him wide-eyed as he pulled away and sank back down.
“What was-?”
“I like you, y/n,” He said quickly. “I want to be with you.”
“I-I-” Your head felt like it was spinning as you stared at him, nearly nodding before reality suddenly began to seep back in, filling your veins like cement.
“I-I’m, I can’t, I’m sorry.” You were scrambling to your feet before you had fully gotten the words out, leaving him staring after you in confusion as you pushed your way through the crowd to escape.
That’d been three days ago, and since then, you hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words to him.
You knew dodging his calls and texts was far from a proper solution to your current predicament, but you couldn’t come up with any better ideas, mind still in absolute chaos at the sudden revelation.
Despite your efforts to push it away, memories of the night kept playing on loop in your head, the way he’d looked at you, the feel of his lips on yours.
You couldn’t believe it, the guy of your dreams told you he was into you, and you ran away. Brillant.
You shook your head, slowly dragging yourself out of bed and making your way to the kitchen in search of coffee.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with him, you did, more than you cared to admit to even yourself, but in the back of your mind, there were those same nagging voices that had held you back from confessing in the first place. As a bigger person, you’d experienced more than your share of mistreatment and let downs connecting to your size, only further feeding into your insecurities that you weren’t good enough. And although Jungkook had never given you a reason to feel that way with him, you still couldn’t shake that deep seeded fear that, if you said yes to him, one day he would wake up and realize that his feelings had changed, that the attraction he thought was there wasn’t really, not in the way he originally believed, and you would end up losing one of the most important people in your life. You couldn’t handle that, you couldn’t afford to lose him, it would kill you.
You were shook out of your thoughts by an insistent knock on your front door.
“Who is it?” You called, cautiously making your way over, glancing at the clock and noting that it was only 7:30 in the morning.
“Y/n?” Your stomach dropped at the sound of Jungkook’s voice.
You briefly considered not answering, but you knew from previous experience that he would wait on the other side of that door for as long as necessary just to see you, having stayed with you through more than one meltdown in the past.
Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. “What do you want, Kookie?” You asked quietly, looking up at him. He looked almost as tired as you felt, faint shadows visible under his eyes.
“Can I talk to you for a minute, please?” He asked, keeping his voice soft, but you could see the tension in his eyes.
You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping back to let him in.
He made his way to the living room out of habit, with you following behind, before finally turning to face you. You spotted your reflection in the mirror over his shoulder, showing you how small and nervous you looked, like a cornered animal.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said simply. It wasn’t a question, but there was clearly one attached to the statement.
“I was just giving some time.” You said lamely, wincing at the feeble excuse.
“Time for what?”
“To make up for my stupid mistake at the party.”
“You mean when you ran out?” He asked. “That was my fault, I shouldn’t have dumped everything on you so suddenly like that.”
“It’s more than that.” You said, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
“What is it?” He studied you for a moment before asking quietly. “Do you… not like me that way?”
“No!” You said quickly. “I do, fuck I do, but that’s the problem.”
“You’ve lost me.” He said.
“Koo, it’s just-” You sighed, struggling with your words. “It just doesn't make any sense, we’re too… different”
“No, we aren’t,” He argued. “You’ve said it yourself, if anything, we're too alike.”
“I meant, because I’m…” Your words died off.
“Because you’re bigger?” He finished, understanding crossing his expression before shifting to sadness as he saw your eyes drop. He knew about your struggles with your self image, but he’d never thought they’d be an issue between the two of you. He was always trying to compliment you and let you know how amazing he thought you were.
“Y/n, you know I love you for you right?” He said gently.
“But what if that’s not enough?” You asked “What if you just think you want me? What if you get tired of not being able to do cute coupley things with me because I’m too heavy? What if-?”
Jungkook suddenly moved forward, causing you to backpedal until you were pinned between him and the wall.
“Look at me.” He breathed, staring down at you, completely serious. “There is no universe where I wouldn’t find you fucking gorgeous, you hear me? I have always, and will always love and want you, and nothing will ever change that. Even when we’re super old and gray and wrinkly, I will still be fucking awestruck by you.”
You let out a weak laugh at that, despite the tears gathering in your eyes.
“So, will you let me love you?” He asked, looking at you tenderly.
You nodded. “Yes.”
He smashed his mouth to yours, holding onto you for dear life as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss as he traced the shape of your lips with his, causing you to let out a tiny whine.
Wanting to further prove his point, his hands slipped down to the back of your thighs, catching behind your knees and hoisting you up so you were held up by him. You let out a squeak of shock, wrapping your arms and legs around him for support.
“See?” He asked, grinning at you proudly. “Don’t you dare say that you're too heavy for me.”
“You’re insane.” You laughed, shaking your head at him.
“You love it.” He grinned, letting you pull him back in for another kiss.
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ceruleancattail · 2 months
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if you're okay with it, could i request floyd and rook with gn reader who has many scars and marks on their body? like in a comfort way, and not in a weird way lol, if you decide to take the request, then thank you!
Scarred
Floyd x reader, Rook x reader
Floyd traces them.
Gently pressing his finger into your skin, chuckling at the way it sinks it ever so slightly. Dragging his hand across the length of those marks on your body. He traces them with a somewhat amused air, as if he was drawing a line between all the dots.
Almost like those old connect-the-dot picture books for children. You could feel the chill of his nail, skating from one mark to another. Connecting all the marks engraved into your body, trying to make sense of them all.
If you try to shake him off, or cover them up, Floyd’s whining away. His lower lip juts out in a petulant pout, shaking your arm until you let him continue. If you ask him why he does it… well, Floyd doesn’t really have a proper answer to that!
It’s nice feeling your skin under his hands. It’s like flipping the pages of a book, Y’know? Looking at all the underlined words, the little annotations… feeling the little creases left from the owner dog-earring their favourite pages… little things like that. The loving marks of a book read over and over again.
These scars and marks, they all tell stories, don’t they? The grand saga of shrimpy throughout the ages!
Besides, you’re warm. Warmer than anything else in this great wide world, so let Floyd cling onto you, yeah?
Just for a bit longer, Shrimpy.
Let him stay with you.
Rook likes looking at all the marks on your skin.
It’s fascinating, truly. You catch him staring a little more than he should, but how could Rook ever tear his eyes away? It’s you, after all.
He watches them stretch and wrinkle with every movement, etched onto your skin like carvings on marble, dug into the stone with determined hands. Sometimes, Rook even shows you his own. Rolling up his sleeves to reveal arms scratched and gnawed at, faint white lines running jagged through his skin.
The well-earned rewards from the hunt. If you’re willing to listen, Rook will dazzle you with tales from each of his exploits. Describing each experience with enthusiastic gusto, coaxing a smile onto your face with his contagious grin.
If you’ll allow him, Rook would love to examine them up close. Fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly, following the outline of every single mark your skin has to show him. Allowing his fingers to roam, Rook hums softly. Drawing brillant constellations across your body, gentle voice whispering the story of each one into your ear softly.
Don’t you see, love? You are made of stars.
De toute beauté, darling.
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sasuhinamonth · 7 days
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SASUHINA MONTH 2024 Prompts and Artist of the Year!!!
Fellas.
It's time!
Welcome to 2024! In June, we'll be hosting SHMonth2024! Thanks all for following along with us during our journey! Your patience and enthusiasm keeps us going, and we appreciate all of you!
As always, let's start with our Artist of the Year for 2024!
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Mods of the SasuHina Month Event work hard to not only keep up to date with the happenings of our little part of the fandom, but we also carefully consider all our beautiful SasuHina creators! This year's Artist of the Year is always creating beauty with their works, and we want to shine a light on that!
Everyone, please congratulate Pongalia for her hard work and for being this year's SasuHina Artist of the Year!
Our dear artist always brings awe to everyone who sees her art! As you can see above, she makes the most beautiful, capturing art! Her talent is inspiring, and she's known across the fandom for her beautiful shading!
Please visit her X/Twitter to show her some love! She deserves it for all her hard work and passion!!!!
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Now . . .
The time has come.
As a quick reminder, this years theme is Opposites Attract (very fitting for these two, if you ask us). SasuHina Month 2024 is happening in June, so (hopefully) you all will have some time to think and plan!
Thanks all for joining us!
We present to you: The Prompts of SHMonth2024!
Day 1
Beginnings & Ends | Inicios y Finales
New & Old | Nuevo y Viejo
Day 2
Silly & Serious | Bobo y Serio
Fail & Succeed | Fallo y Éxito
Day 3
Shy & Bold | Tímido y Audaz
Few & Many | Poco y Mucho
Day 4
Summer & Winter | Verano e Invierno
Humble & Proud | Humilde y Orgulloso
Day 5
Create & Destroy | Creación y Destrucción
Crying & Laughter | Llanto y Risas
Day 6
Friend & Enemy | Amigo y Enemigo
Empty & Full | Lleno y Vacío
Day 7
Pearl & Onyx | Perla y Ónix
Dawn & Dusk | Amanecer y Atardecer
Day 8
Hidden & Seen | Oculto y Visto
Loud & Quiet | Ruidoso y Callado
Day 9
Kind & Cruel | Amable y Cruel
Past & Future | Pasado y Futuro
Day 10
Angel & Demon | Inicios y Finales
Rain & Shine | Lluvia y Brillo
Day 11
Lost & Found | Perdido y Hallado
Color & Grayscale | Color y Escala de grises
Day 12
Cat & Dog | Perro y Gato
Tea & Coffee | Té y Café
Day 13
Glass & Stone | Vidrio y Piedra
Yin & Yang | Yin y Yang
Day 14
Early & Late | Temprano y Tarde
Far & Near | Lejano y Cerca
Day 15
Sweet & Bitter | Dulce y Amargo
Bright & Dim | Brillante y Opaco
Day 16
Apart & Together | Separados y Juntos
Deep & Shallow | Profundo y Poco profundo
Day 17
Smooth & Rough | Suave y Áspero
Admit & Deny | Admitir y Negar
Day 18
Freeze & Melt | Congelado y Derretido
Water & Fire | Agua y Fuego
Day 19
Love & Hate | Amor y Odio
Fast & Slow | Rápido y Lento
Day 20
Give & Take | Dar y Recibir
Adult & Child | Adulto y Niño
Day 21
Innocent & Guilty | Inocente y Culpable
Doubt & Trust | Dudar y Confiar
Day 22
War & Peace | Guerra y Paz
Yes & No | Sí y No
Day 23
Neat & Messy | Ordenado y Desordenado
Capture & Release | Capturar y Liberar
Day 24
Flowers & Weapons | Flores y Armas
Oblivious & Observant | Inadvertido y Observador
Day 25
Hot & Cold | Caliente y Frío
Rise & Fall | Ascenso y Caída
Day 26
Tall & Short | Alto y Bajo
Single & Married | Soltero y Casado
Day 27
Thoughtful & Selfish | Considerado y Egoísta
Forget & Remember | Olvidar y Recordar
Day 28
Magical & Ordinary | Mágico y Ordinario
Absence & Present | Ausente y Presente
Day 29
Attack & Protect | Atacar y Proteger
Always & Never | Siempre y Nunca
Day 30
Before & After | Antes y Después
Departure and Arrival | Partida y Llegada
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kiwis16 · 4 months
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your diakko au is brilliant tbh
Thank you.
I don't know if I mentioned it, but in this au Akko asks for Diana's help to teach her magic so she can reveal the 7 words of the shining rod.
Of course, she asked nicely and Diana kindly agreed too.
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Diana— ¿Qué demonios? ¡Sueltame!
Akko— ¡No hasta que me ayudes!
Diana— Carajo... ¡SUELTAME!
Gracias.
No sé si lo mencioné, pero en este au Akko pide la ayuda de Diana para que le enseñe magia y de esa forma poder revelar las 7 palabras de la vara brillante.
Claro, se lo pidió amablemente y Diana también aceptó amablemente.
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pinkxlicious · 8 months
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Yule Ball P.2
Part 1
*Doesn't follow timeline*
I was gonna make this mushy but I have a 3rd part planned and I need things to be angsty.
Words: 2.2k
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"What do you mean by that?" She asked, slightly offended and confused.
"Oh maybe its the fact that he's a player you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," He scoffed at her, "I'm actually surprised you haven't heard the stories about him, maybe you are really just a nobody."
"Oh that's really sweet, Malfloy. It's just a dance, and why do you care so much? Jealous?" She snapped, obviously irritated.
"Jealous? Why would I be jealous, I couldn't care less about who you go with," He lied, digging his nails into his palm, trying to prevent himself from saying anything stupid. Unfortunately, Draco was one to give in to impulsive thoughts and he would blurt things out without thinking.
"Oh really? Then why are you pissed that I'm going with Blaise? I don't think its a big deal, but you're acting like it is,"
"How am I acting like its a big deal? I'm just trying to tell you how he is!" Draco shot back,
"Since when did you care? I don't understand why you're acting like you care when you obviously don't! What is your problem, can't you just let me live in peace and make my own decisions??"
"No, I won't. Not unless you tell Blaise that you're not going with him," He said angrily, cringing at his own words.
"Who do you think you are??" She said in disbelief, "Why would I just ditch my date just because you told me to! For all I know, you're just trying to sabotage me!"
"Why would I sabotage yo- oh nevermind," He mumbled,
"Exactly, for the past week or two that I've known you, you've been nothing but insufferable and rude! You're constantly trying to make my life harder than it already is. And you wonder why I won't take 'advice' from you," She got up and left, she was beyond pissed and somewhat in disbelief. Who does he think he is?? Telling her what to do. What a slut.
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Draco walked swiftly into the Slytherin common room, and angrily searched for his 'best friend' who he currently resented with much passion.
"Blaise," Draco said angrily and flatly, "how dare you, how fucking dare you."
Blaise already seemed to know what he was going on about.
"Look man, I know you're worked up but I have a reason-"
"No you don't!" Draco snapped angrily, "You know I like her, and you went out of your way to ask her out right? Why would you do that to me?!"
Blaise held up his hands in defense, the two seemed to be oblivious to the stares from their peers.
"Look, Draco c'mere man," Blaise guided Draco to the back of the common room with a shit eating grin. "Just hear me out on this."
"I'm not sure if I want to," Draco said lowly, following him reluctantly.
"Look I asked her out because I have a plan, a super brillant plan. I'm not gonna tell you the details because I know you're not gonna approve... But just wait, you're gonna swoop in at the right time and sweep her off her feet. Okay?" Blaise said proudly with a huge smile on his face.
"No, you have to tell me the details, Blaise. You and I both know I don't trust you enough to make decisions on your own-"
"No you just gotta rely on me this one time, you'll thank me I swear I won't mess this up. Plus, I've dealt with these situations before," Blaise smiled proudly at his words, hoping his best friend would take him up on his offer. He had a good feeling that this would go in his and Draco's favor.
"I... fine. If you screw this up I swear I'm gonna murder your entire family line. This is important to me, she is important to me," Draco warned, pointing a finger at him before sighing in exasperation. "You stress me out."
"I know,"
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A day before the Yule ball, Y/n and Draco were still scrubbing cauldrons. Professor Snape decided to prolong their punishment once again, but thankfully he was merciful enough to let them off for the dance the next day. But for now, the two were stuck scrubbing their arms off on the dirty floor of the potions class room.
Y/n seemed to be extremely stressed, scrubbing the life out of her cauldron while half zoned out. She hadn't even responded to Draco's sarcastic remark to her frantic movements.
"Y/n?" Draco questioned, looking at her again genuinely concerned. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly as her scrubbing intensified. "Y/n."
"Huh?" She snapped out of her trance, blinking her eyes in confusion. "Sorry, what?"
"Are you okay? You're like, acting weird, weirder than normal,"
"Ha ha," She said sarcastically, "I'm fine, just- I dunno."
Draco raised his eyebrows, surprised she didn't have a well prepared answer for him... Like she always had.
"What is it?"
"Why would I tell you," She scoffed, "you'd make fun of me."
He rolled his eyes, "Just tell me I don't care."
She fell silent, contemplating on whether or not she should tell him. "Did you really mean what you said yesterday? That... Blaise would just play me?"
Draco looked up, surprised she was so nervous over something he said. "Um, I'm surprised you actually took my words to heart," He said sheepishly.
"Were you just trying to get through my skin or did you actually mean it?" She said, staring him down as he scowled.
"Both, but honestly... it really has been a while since he's seen anyone. I don't know," Draco shrugged, but genuinely, he truly had no clue. He knew Blaise would play any girl. But this was Y/n and Blaise had told Draco explicitly that he had a plan. And he had no idea what this plan was.
"Are you just saying that because he's your best friend? Or are you being serious, not like you'd actually tell me the truth anyways," She mumbled quietly, Draco looked at her.
"Look, I really don't know. Just… just don't worry about it," Draco wanted to punch himself, wanting to say more but he couldn't. "Why are you worried anyways?"
"It's really not a big deal honestly..." Y/n thought about it for a sec. "It's just a dance," She thought for a few moments before laughing. "It's just a dance it's not like he asked me to date him! I don't know why I was so worried."
She smiled to herself before continuing with her scrubbing. This time she was a lot more relaxed and gently scrubbed in more fluid motions.
"Uh- how are you and Pansy?" Y/n asked, trying to fill the silence. Draco cringed and almost gagged.
"I cancelled last minute, I'm going alone," Draco admitted, slightly embarrassed that he didn't have a date. "She was just so persistent."
Y/n laughed, "I think she's rather pleasant, but yes she can be a little persistant."
"Pleasant? Are we talking about the same girl?" Draco asked in disbelief, a faint smile of amusement painted across his face. She laughed, leaning her head back, silently enjoying their brief bonding time.
"She truly isn't horrible if you really talk to her! I was her potions partner last year. She was a bit insufferable at first I'll have to admit but through it all she's a very genuine person if you take the time to know her," She said, speaking fairly high of this supposedly persistant crazy girl. Draco shook his head and scoffed.
"Whatever you say..."
"No really!-"
"Okay, okay..." Draco cut her off, she smiled in satisfaction. Draco couldn't help but stare back at her with almost a smile, staring into her eyes. He just couldn't help himself but lean in just ever so slightly. She stared back, her lips parted gently as she got lost into his gaze. His gaze flickered to her lips for a second before he turned away, breaking the tension instantly. Her breath caught in her throat before she quickly returned back to scrubbing her cauldron.
"So uh..." Y/n trailed awkwardly, "Do you know what you're wearing tomorrow?"
Draco raised his brows and scoffed, "Why is that all you talk about?" she stared up at him, offended.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that's all you talk about, do you even have a personality outside of that?" Draco sneered, he wanted to shut himself up but after that moment of vulnerability he couldn't help himself.
"I- I was just curious, is that too much? I thought we were actually getting along, why are you acting up now?" She shot back, then she added softly, "Why do you ruin everything?"
Draco, looked at her with disbelief, "I ruin everything? Have you even taken a look at yourself? You can barely contain yourself."
"Now you're just projecting," She said angrily, “Look at yourself right now! You’re barely containing yourself as it is right now. And don’t you dare talk to me like that, you and I both know that I did absolutely nothing and I’m NOT taking your shit today.”
Cleared. Silence filled the room for a bit. Draco then cleared his throat.
“Uh, a tux… you?”
She smiled to herself softly, “I found this super cute pink dress when I was at hogsmeade. It’s gorgeous but not too over the top but not super basic. It’s got this lovely detail design and it’s beautiful,” She spoke enthusiastically, Draco looked at her with amusement.
“Did you only bring up the topic to rant about your dress?” He asked chuckling near the end of his sentence as she smiled sheepishly.
“Maybe…” She said, the two were bonding again. She liked it like this, she liked it a lot actually. Then suddenly a thought crossed her head. “Do you think Blaise likes me? Or…”
“Why are you bringing up Blaise?” Draco said a little flatly, but still curious and interested into what she had to say.
“Because you know him the best,” Draco shrugged and nodded in agreement. “He is rather dreamy I guess, sounds cliche and corny I know. But like he doesn’t act like a player.”
Draco held his tongue, fighting himself internally. Preventing himself from insulting his best friend out of jealously.
“Oh yeah?” He forced out, “How so.”
“He didn’t just ask me to go to the dance and never talk to me again. He talks to me everyday, and he’s really sweet actually. Does he normally do that to other girls?”
Draco’s breath hitched. Whatever Blaise’s plans were, he wasn’t enjoying it. But he trusted Blaise enough not to steal his girl.
“I mean no not normally,” Draco sort of huffed out, frustrated slightly. She examined his facial expression.
“Are you okay? You seem mad,” She asked cautiously, although they weren’t exactly on friendly terms, she wanted to care.
“Why do you care,” Draco said coldly, she seemed upset by his words.
“Why are you being so mean again, we were just bonding like not even five minutes ago,” She said perplexed by his mood swings.
“Bonding? You call that bonding?” He scoffed and laughed coldly, “All you did was talk about your stupid dress and hooking up with Blaise. And look, to lay it out for your small brain. Blaise is gonna break your heart, just because he treats you better than the other girls doesn’t make you special.”
She seems taken aback by this outburst, she seems confused, then hurt, then angry. Her brows furrowed and she looked him in the eye.
“I didn’t say I was special or different, I was just asking you if you thought I…”
“That you what?” Draco asked coldly,
“If I had a chance, okay?” She said quickly, peeking up at his expression.
“Why??” Draco asked with so much confusion.
“He seems like a genuine person, I don’t know…”
“Y/n I thought you were smart, I guess you’re actually insanely stupid. If you haven’t heard, Blaise is a big fat player who’s bored. So all I know is that he’s only asking you because he thinks you’re another pretty face to play with,” Draco said staring her down. “You’re no different than all the girls he’s ever been with.”
Her heart broke slightly at his words, “Look I don’t need you going so low when giving me the truth. And what if you’re wrong? Maybe he really likes me? You’re so impossible, you’re always just making things so hard.”
She kept her eyes down, taking in her embarrassment and and hurt from his cruel but possibly true words. She wanted him to be wrong so desperately.
“Don’t come crying to me when he shatters your heart in a million pieces because I won’t be there to listen to your dumb fucking rants. And your dress is probably hideous like every part of you.”
She got up and left without another word, she couldn’t let him get any satisfaction of her tears. Even though if he had saw them he would feel the exact opposite. Draco didn’t know why he said such cruel things to her. Especially this one, this one was much worse than all the others. And right now he wished he had just kept his mouth shut and listened.
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lovra974 · 1 year
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Bakugo and Fashion designer Reader
Fluff. Hate to love?
The fashion industry is not an easy world. Everybody knows it. It's cruel, grueling, tiring and unforgiving. You need steel nerves, cold blood and being resourceful to just get a chance in this world. Tears shaped but don't break.
It was with this mantra you were forged. Your childhood was made of the blood of your fingers by piercing them on needles. Your teenagehood was scattered by sobs you hold by being screeming at during internships. Your early adulthood was describe with the choking of anxiety, your first jobs, being badly paid, the rents, the deadlines...
The road was sinuous, but your dream was worth it. Tears shaped but don't break. All this years, your work made you stand out. You had ideas, brillant ideas.
Now in your thirties, you were the head of collection for Singular, one of the biggest house in the Japan fashion industry. The brand's creators were the infamous Bakugo. Masaru and Mitsuki Bakugo.
It was an honor to work for them. You took great care of what they gave you, you were meticulous, handling your teams like a leader. You soothed your bosses worries, erased problems and put the brand into a new era. They were so thankful.
Masaru often put a coffee on your desk and Mitsuki gave you one of her rare praise. Everything was good in your life, everything except Dynamight.
He was the one black spot in your life. Since the day you came to Singular, he decided he hated you. You remembered the first time Mitsuki presented you to him. Without getting his hand out of his pocket while you were hanging yours, he looked you up and down then said, "You won't last a week."
It hurted your ego so much to hear a top hero degrading you like that. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, even years after. At this time, you didn't know for how long you would work for the Bakugo. But today, it was your third year anniversary for Singular. And damn you were smug about it.
Not only you were the one to hold the post for the longest, but your name was famous too. So much fashion houses all around the world asked you to work for them.
What made you so famous? An idea you developed with the Bakugos. Civilians were the first victims to villains attacks. So you thought about clothes that could protect them. Fireproof, chockproof, warm, acidproof etc... The designs were cool, sophisticated playing with black and reflective fabrics so heroes would found the civils easily.
It was your masterpiece. Everybody fought to have clothes from Singular. There was words that the couple would pass you the reigns when they'll retire.
So today, the third anniversary of your entry in Singular, you had a shoot with some pro heroes for the new collection.
Mitsuki had asked (more like ordered) her son to model for the brand with some of his friends. The brand was made for the public good after all.
The blond had stop pestering you years ago. But he would still glare you think and try to not to be in the same room if he could. And yes, after all this time it still affected you.
"Goodmorning heroes! I'm really happy to see you! Singular is honored to have you shoot for us."
"Morning! You are Y/N L/N! We are honored Singular called us," cheered Deku. "I've loved the winter collection! It was so cool and thoughtful I've ask my designers to take inspirations from you."
Your cheeks warmed at the compliment.
"He's right, your idea to protect civilians was so manly!" completed Red Riot.
You thanked them and directed them to the loges so they could change. You didn't look at Dynamight, it was useless. Your presence and your fame was enough of a revenge.
The blond eyes followed you, red irises tracking all of your movements.
"I thought you told me they were evils that managed to brainwach your parents." murmured Kirishima "They looked pretty cool."
"Shut it Shitty Hair."
Kirishima looked his best friend stomping to his loge. He knew him, there was something in his voice. He stopped counting the number of times he heard about this "Stupid designer working for his parents". He would always be talking about them when he came back from his parents' office. Kirishima had find some magazines in his house about them and Singular. He had them because it was "his parents stupid brand". And how they absolutely ignored him just before and then he's frowning like a... Oh.
Oh! Damn, it was happening!
When Katsuki went out of the cabin adjusting the clothes while frowning like there was a problem, well there was one for him. The clothes fitted him well. So well. He was used to good shit with his parents but that was next level. He couldn't ignore your work when you were all his parents talk about. Y/N this, Y/N recommended that restaurant, Y/N that, Y/N is so talented and intelligent... He hated you. Damn he hated you so much. Because he couldn't deny it was right. You were amazing and it killed him he was so mean to you at the beginning. Now you barely acknowledge his presence, acting like you didn't care!
Alright, he deserved it. But he didn't know how to change your opinion of him.
Kirishima waited for him with a big grin.
"You could have told me bro, that you have a crush on them."
"What again, Hair for brain?"
"Come on Bakubro! It's okay, you just need to talk to them."
"I'm not!" he swore blushing. "Listen, they hate me, I hate them and it's perfect like this."
"You're blushing Kachaan." intervened Izuku with a knowing smile.
"I'M NOT!!! STOP IT NOW, I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!"
Kirishima knew how Deku's teasing got the explosive man. The green head just needed to pock him a little for him to explose and spill it.
"It's no big deal, Kachaan. Even I can do it!"
"Shut it stupid nerd! You won't talk to them and I won't talk to them either!"
"Why? Are you scared that you might like them evenmore if you talked? I definitely should talk to them."
"NO YOU'RE NOT!"
"Then stop me!" smiled the hero while activating his quirk.
You admired your work. You were pleased with the result. The photos were amazing, showing the adaptability and the comfortability of the new clothes. It was more of a sport wear collection. The heroes were running uround and jumping, looking straight ahead or directly at the camera.
Your favorite was a Dynamight photography. He jumped over a barrier with his quirk while looking at the camera. His red eyes glowed with the light emitted by his explosion. A faint smile adorned his lips.
You understood why he was his parents muse. His charisma, his style, his drive were exactly what Singular was. Authentic. Bold. Energetic.
You were admiring the photography when Bakugo came to you. His friends pushed him towards you, shooting things you didn't understand. It had been a long day, they pestered him about you none stop. He caved. And now he swallowed, then remembered you were just a human being with nothing to be scared about. But damn he was tense. He waited for you to look at him but you didn't.
"You're satisfied?" he asked to gain your attention.
"Kinda" you said while hiding which photo you were looking. "What do you want?"
He didn't respond immediately. Like he was hesitant.
"Can we keep the clothes?"
A faint redness appeared on his ears.
"Yes of course, they were for you anyway."
He nodded but didn't say anything for a long minute. He cursed at himself in his head. Why was he fucking chickening out? Come on it was not that hard! Finally he asked you what he wanted.
"You've got plan for your anniversary?"
You blinked. You didn't expect him to know about your third year anniversary.
"I don't know... Maybe a restaurant and some good wine. I wasn't expected to stay this long in Singular after all."
The last sentence was for him and he understood it.
"Really? You're still mad about that? It was three years ago!"
"Exactly. We wouldn't have this conversation if I wasn't still there, right?"
He sighed. He should have saw it coming. He looked behind him at Kirishima and Deku.
"You know what? You're right. And be fucking honored I said that. I shouldn't have done to you... Whatever the hell I've done... three years ago !" he shouted.
"That's an apology?"
"I'm not done yet! I'm gonna do it right, not gonna gave you half-assed words and call it a day! You should go to the restaurant in the third avenue tonight, it's fucking amazing, the wine will be at your door when you come back. I won't bother you anymore."
"Why? What do you want to do ?"
"Nothing dumbass. Not a lot of people can prouve me wrong and you've decided to be one of them. So now it's my turn to prouve you wrong about me."
"You want to prouve me your not an arrogant bully?"
"Yeah, I guess." he frowned while crossing his arms.
"Well good luck Dynamight..."
You turned your heels, exciting the room. The blond in your back grinned. Lucky him, he liked challenge.
Your driver, when you got in your car drive you to the third avenue.
"Where are we?" You asked.
"The Three Stars Restaurant on the third avenue, I have received instructions to take you here."
You arked a brow. The reservation was made for you. Just like he promised, a wine bottle with flowers were waiting in front of you appartement after. It was going on like this for a few months. Flowers, warm meals, notes... You didn't wanna talk about how his parents looked since they learned who left flowers on your desk.
With time, the bitterness you felt in his presence slowly sooth itself. He was not the guy that degraded you on your first day of the job anymore. He was a friend, a confident, something more you didn't dare put a label on yet. It was a long road, it took time to strip off your suspicions.
One day, after reviewing the last touches of the collection, you found him in your office.
"Dynamight," you greeted. "What a surprise."
"L/N." He smiled, eyeing your sketches and mood boards on the wall.
"Do you need anything?" You tried to hide your giddiness. The blond smiled at you, it was soft and warm, his cheeks slowly tainted with a cherry color you wanted to bite.
He pounded his response. You had reciprocated his advances recently. You gave his parents a note with your number a few months ago. He felt hot when his father gave it to him. He waited a long time for it.
And here he was, his heart in a place far too vulnerable for his liking. His admiration, his amusement, his care for you bubbling inside his every nerves. He liked you. It was not a damn cruch anymore. And the number of time he checked his phone for you should angered him. But it doesn't.
Texting and calling you was fun. You kept each other company while one was on night patrol and the other on a desk sketching and organizing the next collection.
"You free tonight?" He asked. He knew you had nothing but it felt good to ask, to give you a choice.
You looked at him, Singular clothes on, casual pose, acting confident. A muse. A muse and so much more he was now. You felt comfort around him. You definitely remembered the arched brow of Mitsuki when she saw your lastest drawings. "Interesting this pattern... It looks like... Explosions ?"
Oh the smugness in her voice.
You were whipped. A year ago you hated his guts. And now... You were wrong. You could see it in how easily he cared for you or his parents. How dedicated he was in his work, just like you were to yours.
You understood him, and him you. You had a similar childhood. And both of you were looking for someone who would push the other to do his best. Was he that?
"Yeah, I am," you answered after looking at your calendar. "Why?"
He walked to you, pupils piercing yours. He radiated determination, but he was still cautious in his steps.
"I would like to take you to the restaurant. On a date." His deep voice scratched his throat, making you shivering.
But as Dynamight could be determined it was your choice. And that's what scared him. Just between his brows, you could discerned the tension.
You smiled and took his hands, nodding. A grin awoke on his handsome face.
"With pleasure Hero, I'm starving!"
"Have you eaten today at least, you workaholic?"
"Yes!"
"More than three bites?"
"Oh shush. I was busy!"
"Be glad my mother doesn't know about it. She would kill you for not eating properly."
"I guess it's your problem now, " you smiled. "Desappointed?"
He laughed, enterlacing your fingers and rushing to get out of the building. "Not at all..."
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lxclerc · 11 months
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plagiarism...again
hi, everyone, coming on here to talk to you guys about plagiarism...again. it's been brought to my attention that my fics have been plagiarized and translated to spanish and reposted to another site without my permission. this person is under the username _casiopeaaa on wattpad.
i was first informed that this person stole my work called ten seconds, when i pointed out the clear plagiarism, this person deleted the comments and blocked me but they deleted the stolen fanfic. the next day, i received another message telling me that this same person stole another fanfic of mine called fiery when i used another account to call them out, this person insists she didn't steal anything and i'm just spreading hate and negativity.
but let's review it, shall we?
their fic: "Era Obvio por como miraba fijamente el brazo de su cita rodeoándola, el hundimiento en mi estómago y la ira que crecía en mi pecho, esteba muriébdome" translation: It was obvious by the way he stared at her date's arm around her, the sinking in my stomach and the anger growing in my chest, I was dying of jealousy. my fic: "Charles is jealous. He isn’t too proud to admit it but if the sinking in his stomach and the anger rising in his chest isn’t jealousy from the sight of your date’s arm around you and the bright smile painting your face then he doesn’t know what it is.”
their fic: "Una brillante sonrisa iluminaba su rostro. No tengo derecho a estar celoso. Mila y yo solo somos amigos, cómo se lo hemos repetido a cualquiera que nos lo haya preguntado. Amigos. Amigos que se suelen besarse. Amigos que comparten la misma cama algunas noches. Amigos que parece que no pueden quedarse quietos sin que partes de su cuerpo se toquen. Pero definitivamente solo amigos." translation: A bright smile lit up his face. I have no right to be jealous. Mila and I are just friends, as we have repeated to anyone who has asked us. Friends. Friends who often kiss each other. Friends who share the same bed some nights. Friends who can't seem to sit still without parts of their bodies touching. But definitely just friends. my fic: "Not that he has any right to be jealous. You and Charles are only friends as you’ve repeatedly told yourselves and anyone who asked. Friends who share the same bed nearly every night and can’t seem to keep still without parts of your skin touching but definitely just friends. It doesn’t matter if he spends every hour of every day wanting to kiss you silly till your lips are swollen or if he wants to rip this man’s arm off its socket for touching you because friends are what you’ve always been and perhaps it’s all you’ll ever be.”
those are just the first two paragraphs but as you've probably guessed, the entire thing was copied.
first thing's first, i'd suggest checking out their works because their "drive to survive" one shot compilation is full of stolen work so maybe see if your work is one of those.
honestly, i don't even know what to say. i'm genuinely considering quitting tumblr all together. this is my FOURTH time having my work stolen and i am tired y'all. the last time this happened, it completely drained me from any inspiration to write anything. and now i don't even see the point of writing and publishing it on here anymore knowing i'll probably have to keep dealing with this shit.
i've tried to be nice, i've tried to be forgiving. i'm just really really tired of this shit that i don't even know what else to say. if you can, please report that user on wattpad.
also thank you to @itsgxsly for informing of this. i really really appreciate it.
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al-has-issues · 11 months
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His good genes
(Part two)
Pairings: Donatello x fem!reader
(established?) and some platonic raph moments
TMNT adaption: 2003
Summary: will a deal with the devil himself fix all the problems that occurred that night?
Warnings/mentions: angst festival,injury from part 1, Spoilers for “good genes” maybe a bit ooc stuff, I’m still learning
P-S: I wasn’t sure I’d do a part 2 and then an entity possessed me and next thing I knew I had another draft in my ”the shameful” organizer.
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It was the first time spending time with Donatello ever agonized [Name].
She was sat down on the cold floor, staring at the caged growling monster that happened to be the turtle with the gentlest soul…or perhaps that had. It looked at the girl with nothing but violence and desires to rip her down. She kept looking it’s crimson red eyes, hoping to see him. Hoping to see Donatello.
Then the scar of that night burning would remind her that maybe this was his fate, maybe there was simply no cure. The thought haunted her. The lair was filled with noises yet so silent.
”Do not despair my son, where there is life…there is hope” Splinter told Leonardo, trying to ease his mind. [Name] listened to his words, turns out it was the first thing she managed to hear that wasn’t a growl in the past hours despite the constant activity in the lair. ”I keep turning to ask Don what we’re gonna do. To see what brillant cure he’s worked up to fix this but then I remember…that is Don” Leonardo replied, still looking at his brother with sheer agony in his voice. ”I too wish I could consult Donatello regarding his condition. He did the majority of the work on the mutant outbreak. I fear that without him my progress might be too slow.” uttered Leatherhead, looking at the computer in front of him ”Donatello’s condition is only getting worst by the minute, the outbreak’s virus is reacting violently with the Utrom mutagen in his blood. His cells are breaking down..it’s only a matter of time before he is completely lost” he then explained to splinter. [Name] stopped paying attention, the teenager knew where this was going. She turned back to the grotesque beast ahead of her. That didn’t prevent her from hearing the turtle in blue’s muffled words that asserted that this wasn’t going to happen, that they’d save him before he was lost for good. She also heard words such as ”artificial outbreak”…”bishop is a-”..”may not have a choice”..”running out of time”.
She was caught off guard when the volatile reptile swayed backwards and fell, seemingly in pain. Leatherhead’s words hitting her like a bullet. [Name] didn’t notice Mikey walking up to the confinement cage. ”hey dudette, how’s that huge scar?” He sat down close to [name] who then looked away from his hurting brother ”It burns each time I inhale” she replied to his question. ”hey on the bright side, that scar’s gonna give you endless fame” he joked, half sure she’d enjoy one at the moment. ”perhaps, let me guess you want me to share the glory with you and tell how heroic you were?” She weakly smiled at the orange masked turtle ”wouldn’t want to take your credit but hey since you’re offering…” he smugly commented as she let out a small laugh. ”thank you for carrying me back here after I passed out by the way” [name] told him gratefully ”don’t sweat it, you needed us” the wise-guy reassured. ”you’re family” he finished his sentence.
The extroverted boy then turned to his brother ”rest easy Don, we’re gonna find a way to help you” he took a remote from the tray and used it to open a small gap at the bottom of the imprisonment. ”Are you sure it’s a goo-” [name] couldn’t finish her sentence as the beast grabbed Mikey’s leg who could only scream for help. The teen girl gripped Mikey’s arm ”Let him go!” The injured girl yelled at it. Leo and Raph quickly ran to give the two assistance ”hang on bro!” The red hot headed turtle affirmed as he grabbed his younger brother’s arm. ”Donatello! Hear my voice, my son! Do not let yourself be lost within this form.” The wise father tried to reach out to the beast that kept his son from him. ”hear my voice, you do not want to harm your brother. Relax, let go my son…” the monster stopped briefly to listen to the voice calling out to it ”..that’s right” Splinter stared into it’s eyes like [name] did earlier only, he saw Donatello for a mere second. Leatherhead processed to use the tranquilizer gas to neutralize the beast from it’s deathly grip on the turtle in orange. ”I-I just wanted to give him food..I-” Mikey tried to voice out ”it’s not your fault mikes, you didn’t know he’d grab you” [Name] tried to reassure ”…don’t do that ever again” she still warned. ”That settles it, We’ll get bishop to help Don. he’s running out of time!” Leonardo declared, this was his last straw. ”and how exactly are we gonna find him? Last time I checked, his place isn’t listed in the tourist booklets” Raph responded with sarcasm. ”I know where he is. Remember, he held me for weeks to torture me. I vowed to catch up to him to even the score with him.” The giant shaking alligator said with pure anger and resentment. ”don’t hold back” [name] mumbled to herself. looking at the floor who didn’t notice Raph’s stupefaction at her words. ”but the journey is long…I fear Donatello doesn’t have that much time.” Leatherhead then finished with a tone that held more sorrowful strings.
”hm…” Leonardo thought for second before his light lit up slightly ”maybe Don can help with that” he then voiced out, feeling pride his younger brother can manage to help them despite his condition. His words made more sense once the blue leader brought everyone to the helicopter Donatello was working on before...before. Splinter turned to look at [name] ”child, perhaps it is more wise if you remain in the lair.” He calmly told her ”weirdly enough, I’m fine with the idea.” She paused before noticing the brother’s visible confusion ”Don’t get me wrong I want to help Don but you guys will need to look after the mess on my back if I come and no way I’m being a burden. Especially if it’s to help him” she reasoned. ”you sure you’ll be peachy in the lair’?” Raph asked, he enjoyed bickering with [Name] but that didn’t stop him from having a soft spot, she made Don and the others happy and he was grateful for that. ”look at you Raph being all worried. Don’t worry, I’II be just fine. You better all come back home in one piece!” The injured girl declared.
”oh and...please don’t tell him” [name] said loud enough to be heard. ”don’t tell him what?” Leonardo asked, slightly confused. “Don’t tell Donatello about what happened with me, I’m not sure how he’ll take it. If I do tell him, I’II take my time. Alright?” The teenage girl pleaded. ”You have a big heart, child” splinter responded to her request. ”Your secret is safe with us, for now at least.” The blue leader reassured. Then just like that, [name] was alone in the lair.
“Bring yourselves and Donatello back home...please” the teenager mumbled to herself before walking back to the lab to disinfect her injury. The girl could only hope the devil known as Bishop would bring back her whole family back to her. [Name] didn’t like having to hope and have faith for a man like Bishop but what else could she do?
”do you believe in fate? It’s such an odd concept, even science can’t explain it” Don’s voice echoed in her mind, ah, a memory. Once again, in the lab together. ”Well I do think that everything happens for a reason if that’s an answer” the girl stated. The turtle then smiled ”it is” he replied before going back on what he was doing ”If fate is the reason I met you that day, I think I do in fact believe in it” she said half absently ”if fate is the reason I crashed through April’s door by accident while you were in the apartment that day, then I’m both grateful and embarrassed.” The man of science declared as he slightly chuckled.
”I do believe in fate, Donatello” the girl mumbled to herself with a voice of melancholy. ”which is why you’ll be home soon.”
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Shame on me this part isn’t really important if you’ve watched the arc, I only wanted to extend the angst I guess (my younger self would be proud, that angsty festival was my absolute favorite as a kiddo) I promise you the next part is more focused on the pairing itself. :)
Al out
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taerrrrrae · 8 months
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Love at First Sound (Part 4) | ZB1 Kim Taerae
fem!reader x online friend!Kim Taerae (university au)
genre: mostly fluff, a little bit of comfort, angst if you squint hard enough i guess?
chapter warnings: taerae gets sad, mentions of food, [y/n] is a bit mean to herself once again, one swear word
chapter additional character(s): kum junhyeon (redstart trainee) in bonus segment
word count: ~2.4k (includes text messages and bonus segment)
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Even though it’s been just a little over three weeks, you were already exhausted and were looking forward to the small break after midterms. As expected, your “Design and Analysis of Algorithms I” class took the most toll on you. Luckily, you had Taerae as your study buddy, though he felt more like a tutor to you at times. His ability to explain the concepts, despite claiming to struggle with them, amazed you. 
Today in class, Taerae arrived a bit late. His usual smile was replaced with a frown and despite his effort to put on a fake smile when he sat next to you, it was clear that something was bothering him. Concerned for your friend slash crush, you decided to text him.
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You wished he had said that you were pretty, but close enough. As the class progressed, you could tell your study buddy was still struggling to focus. Nevertheless, he made the effort to take his own notes and pay as much attention as he could. At the end of class, your instructor announced that the first assignments were graded and ready to be picked up. You felt a bit nervous as you walked to pick up your assignment, but your crush gave you a reassuring smile when you glanced at him. 
A sense of relief washed over you when you took a look at your assignment – it was almost perfect. You looked at Taerae and saw he still wore a sad expression. 
“Did you do okay?” you asked as the both of you headed back to your seats to pick up your things. 
“I think so,” he shrugged. “I didn’t really look.” 
“Ah, okay,” you nodded. 
“I don’t mean to pry, and you don’t have to share if you don’t want to..but is everything alright?” you inquired as the two of you arrived at the front of the library. 
As you asked about his well-being, his gaze shifted to the ground, seeming to be lost in thought. He hesitated for a moment, but then looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and trust. 
“I messed up the final round of my technical interview,” he sighed. “I feel like a fraud for not being able to solve one of the questions at all.” 
“Hey, don’t be soo hard on yourself,” you gave him a reassuring smile. “Making it to the final round for any company is a big achievement itself and I know you are a brillant and talented person.” 
His face immediately softened. 
“And just because you couldn’t solve one question doesn’t mean you’re bad or a fraud – everyone in the industry knows the interview system is broken,” you continued. “Honestly, Taerae, you are incredibly smart from what I've seen. You can easily absorb difficult concepts in probably one of the tougest courses in the entire university – the average pass rate for that class is like 25%. Not only that, you can explain them very well and you’re my dream man…to study with.”
His eyes lit up with delight and a warm smile spread across his face as he heard the last sentence. 
“Thank you, [y/n],” he said softly. “I really appreciate you as a friend and for being by my side.”
“I appreciate you too,” you replied. “You’re literally my savior in this class. You’re like 90% of the reason why I got almost perfect marks on this assignment, and I’m pretty sure you’re the reason why I haven’t dropped out of the class yet.” 
Taerae's eyes widened with surprise, a touch of bashfulness coloring his cheeks. He let out a small laugh, trying to downplay his role. “I’m glad I could help you,” he responded modestly, “but you worked hard on understanding the concepts and on the assignment, and you’re really smart too. You’d still be doing well without me.” 
“Maybe, but it’s nice to not suffer alone,” you playfully quipped. “It’s only been three weeks since school started and I’m exhausted.”
“Me too,” he let out a large sigh.
An idea suddenly popped into your head – hoping it’ll be more successful than your last three attempts of rizzing your crush. “Hey Taerae, do you want to study at a cafe today?” you inquired, your voice bubbling with excitement.
His eyes sparkled with excitement as he considered your proposal. “That sounds like a great idea!” he exclaimed. “Was there somewhere you had in mind?” 
“Mmm, there’s a cafe that I love to go study and hang out,” you answered. “It’s a bit of a trek so are you –?”
“What’s the name of the cafe?” he interjected. “Let’s go, [y/n].”
"What would you like?" you asked, turning to Taerae with a warm smile while you were waiting in line at the cafe. "My treat today."
“You sure?” he questioned, genuine surprise evident in his voice and a hint of concern flickered across his face. 
“Of course!” you replied enthuastically. “Consider it as payment for the times you’ve helped me with my studies…and also an apology for the last three study sessions we had.” 
He hesitated at first, but eventually agreed as he noticed the two of you were nearing the front of the line. 
“Thank you,” he said softly as he looked into your eyes. “But just so you know, I really like spending time with you and you don’t need to apologize for the last three times.”
“Thanks,” you mumbled. You looked away as you felt a rush of warmth in your cheeks. 
“Aww, you two are soo cute!” the cashier exclaimed as the two of you were at the front. “What can I get for you both today?”
You nodded your head in Taerae’s direction, indicating he should order first. 
“Just one cold brew for me please,” he responded with a friendly smile.
“And for you?” the cashier turned to you, awaiting your order.
“An iced caramel macchiato please,” you stated, also responding with a friendly smile.
“So one cold brew and one iced caramel macchiato. Is that correct and is that for here or to go?” 
“Yes, that’s correct, and it’ll be for here please. Thank you.”
Once you finished paying for, and picking up your order, the two of you headed to find a comfortable spot to sit. The two of you were currently sitting next to each other. Without looking, you grabbed a beverage and just before the cup reached your lips, Taerae gently placed a hand on yours, halting your movement. 
“Um, hey [y/n]?” he uttered, looking at you with an amused glint in his eyes, “that’s my cold brew.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you apologized. “I-I just –”
“It’s all good,” he interjected softly. 
“Was there anything that confused you in today's lecture?” he then asked. 
“Mmm…” you pondered for a moment. “I think I actually understood most of the concepts in today's lecture. What about you?” 
“Likewise,” he nodded. “So I guess today will be another session of studying together but poke the other person if you need help."
“[y/n] poking Taerae when she needs help,” you quipped.
“Well, you did help me once,” he replied. 
“Haha, you mean ‘I confused you even more once’?” you chuckled. In response, he had an amused smirk.
As the conversation tapered off, the two of you gradually shifted your focus on your individual studies. The cozy atmosphere of the cafe along with the scent of caffeine and freshly baked pastries created a perfect setting for a productive study session. The two of you were mostly engrossed in your notes, though occasionally you looked at your crush and maybe you were being delusional, but you’re pretty sure you caught him looking at you too.
At some point, a song that personally resonated with you played. It was BTS’ “Friends”: a song you and Television used to sing often during your silly online karaoke nights. You unconsciously started quietly humming to it. To your surprise, at almost the exact moment, Taerae began humming to it too. Caught in this delightful synchrony, you exchanged knowing glances. 
“Do you like this song too?” you asked, intrigued by the coincidence.
His eyes twinkled. “Yeah, it’s a song that my online friend and I used to sing.”
No way…could it be…?
You tried to suppress your shock as you spoke. “Taerae, do you have Discord by chance?”
“Oh umm, yeah, I do,” he mumbled, clearly taken back by your unexpected question.
“....do you mind telling me what your username in Discord is?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.
“It’s kimbap_tae,” he answered. “May I ask why?”
Ahh, [y/n], why did you make such assumptions again? Statistically speaking, the probability of Taerae and Television being the same person is basically zero. 
“You okay, [y/n]?” he asked, noticing slight disappointment and embarrassment in your eyes.
“Yeah…I’m just going to the bathroom,” you replied, your voice had a tinge of voice. “I’ll be back.”
A couple minutes later while you were in the bathroom, Taerae heard a ping and saw a notification pop up on your phone: Hey My_Melody! ih8_w1 is live. 
“Oh shit,” he quietly muttered under his breath.
bonus segment
...aka three times you tried to rizzed taerae and the three times it worked
The first time you tried to rizz Taerae was in your next study session after you had dinner with him. You decided to bring an iced americano because you noticed your study buddy often had the drink with him when arriving to class. With the drink in hand, you entered the study room and saw that Taerae was sitting there with some of his notes out. Unfortunately, in a slight haste, you accidentally spilled some of the iced americano on his notes as you tried to place it on the table. You immediately felt a pang of guilt and quickly apologized.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you cried as you grabbed tissues from your bag to wipe off the mess. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s alright, accidents happen,” he reassured. “I’m going to head to the bathroom to get more tissues.” 
Together, the two of you worked on cleaning up the spill; unfortunately, his notes were not salvagable. Throughout the process, you profusely apologized and still continued even when the two of you were studying. 
"Don't worry about it," he comforted. "It's not a big deal. I’ll just rewrite them later."
Feeling terrible for the inconvenience you caused, you decided to give him your notes. 
"Here, take my notes," you stated, handing him your study materials. "I usually take pictures of my notes since I tend to lose things. Maybe they'll be helpful for you."
He looked at the notes you gave him and felt touched by your gesture. "Thanks, [y/n], that's really sweet of you," he smiled softly. I’m framing these when I get home tonight, he thought.
The second time you tried to rizz Taerae was the first time he was actually confused on how to solve a particular problem that was presented in class; thus, you offered to help him understand the parts he was confused about. You began explaining it with confidence, but as he asked clarifying questions and as you delved deeper into the problem, you began to get lost in your own explanation.   
"Uh, wait a minute,” you paused, feeling flustered. "I think I might have mixed up a few steps or things. I'm sorry."
Your study buddy gave you his signature warm smile. "No need to apologize, [y/n]. Everything in this class has been pretty tricky so far – did you want to work on it together instead?”    
You felt relieved at his understanding, but also self-conscious about your academic skills, or lack of. “Thanks. I appreciate that.” 
On the other hand, Taerae found your determination to help him endearing and thought your flustered expression was so cute, it made his heart skip a bit. 
The third time you tried to rizz Taerae was when you decided to bake cookies for him in your last study session. You noticed that during a couple of your study sessions (and one time in class), he ate a small bag of cookies that they’d sell at the grocery stores and figured since he loved those processed treats so much, you’d assumed some freshly baked cookies. 
As the two of you entered the library, you bumped into Junhyeon.
“Hey Taerae, hey [y/n]!” he greeted.
“Oh hey, what’s up?” your study buddy responded. You gave a small wave to Junhyeon. 
“Do you want these cookies I took from the front desk of the student centre?” Junhyeon asked. 
“Nah, I’m good,” Taerae answered. “I don’t really like cookies – I’m just eating them because I mistook them for another snack and I didn’t want them to go to waste. Thanks though.” 
“Okay, see you two around,” Junhyeon waved . 
Without realizing, you let out a large sigh. You shouldn’t have made assumptions. Sometimes you wonder what goes on in your brain (the answer is nothing). Noticing your mood, Taerae decided to confront you when the two of you settled down in the study room. 
“Is everything okay?” he asked. “You looked a bit sad after bumping into Junhyeon.”
You hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed, but decided to share anyway. “Well, I made some cookies for our study session today but I just learned you didn’t like them a few —”
“May I try?” he interrupted.
“But didn’t you say you don't like cookies?” you questioned.
“Mmm, can I still try yours?” he requested. 
“Okay, only if you want to.”
You then reached out for the container you brought from your bag. You carefully opened it, revealing a dozen soft, golden-brown cookies. He took one cookie and examined it, noticing the delicate texture and the chocolate chips that peaked through. He took a cautious bite. His eyes and mouth widen slightly. 
“Wow, [y/n], these are amazing!” he gushed. “Not too sweet.” 
As he continued to savor the cookies, you couldn’t help but smile, seeing him enjoy something you made. 
I’m still not a fan of cookies, but I love them because they were made by you…and seeing your smile is so worth it. How is [y/n] so pretty inside and out? he thought
Overall, mission failed successfully.
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barbararomance · 2 years
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Sooo what about quackity with a latin s/o and they speak spanish when they are with their friends cause they think they won't understand, maybe quackity gets a little cheesy or something? And maybe somebody else actually understand what they're saying (maybe Sapnap have been practicing or Niki, cause I think she does understand a little bit spanish) and quackity gets really embarrassed when he realizes they understand.
I really suck at explaining, sorry, but love ur writing ❤️
play with? quackity!
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synopsis! oh couples and their disgusting public displays of attention, it's unfortunate for alex and y/n their friends understand español ...
read me! likes, feedbacks, and especially reblogs are highly appreciated; come talk to me if you wanna repost my writings on other sites please. hi beloved anon!! i apologize in advance if there any mistranslations i barely know any spanish barely passed those tests >< but thank you for appreciation of my work enough to send in your desired imagine, much love from me barb <33 // send more requests here!
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the gang met up consisting of quackity, y/n, karl, sapnap, niki, and minx! they had agreed to meet up at a bowling alley and proposed to even stream for fun like they always do! the gang all chipped in money so they can finally bowl and so they did. chat was easily amazed with how much all these streamers... sucked at bowling, tweets about it blowing up and clipped to those famous clickbaiting clip channels. however there was one clip that made everyones jaw drop... it was minx's turn to try getting the first strike since no ones been able to done it; literally the first one who'll be able to take down all the pins get bragging rights and everyone wanted just that. swinging the ball minx tried to find the angle to perfectly strike everything and yet she failed.. Ls flooded chat, but really the chat had been filled with Ls since as been told before.. NOBODY HAS STRIKED and everyone was off their game, but it was then y/n's turn and finally.. A STRIKE! they jump up and down happily, quackity joining them but stopping as y/n kiddingly flips him and the rest of the gang off in false arrogance. y/n had the ultimate bragging rights, "¿no soy simplemente brillante, mi amor?" they ask quackity – a smug smirk displayed on their face. "si claro mi amor" quackity giggled returning y/n's smirk with his trademark cutie smile. everyone else groaned at the cheesiness and the couple just blew raspberries at them, the gang except y/n and quackity simultaneously roll their eyes in bitterness. the game continued and fortunately a few of them striked like sapnap did twice and karl once, niki outdid them by three – they played for many rounds and chat was completely entertained with the perfectly ratioed points each of the gang got with y/n having the most and quackity getting the least, everyone wondered how these two lovebirds found one another but the way they looked at each other made them happy quackity and y/n did. the play was coming to an end, and with the camera panned to y/n and their lover – it happened, the most viral clip of the lovebirds' career. "absolutamente lo mataste hoy, t/n. tal vez más tarde esta noche puedas jugar con mi-" quackity was about to joke but was cut off by nikis laughter. "oh my god quackity,,, i don't know how i understood that, but please don't continue" she says in between fits of giggles – "what did he say??!" karl asked interested, minx and sapnap joining in with curiosity. y/n sighed before answering: "i don't know guys, but he invited me to play with his-"
"PLAY WITH DEEZ NUTS Y/N OOOOOHHHH LETTSSSGOOO CHATT" he yelled, everyone in chat OOOHHHing and everyone chimed in to – y/n only can be found facepalming with a smile on her face. and after the last stupid attempt at a strike, the gang left the alley and went their ways as the stream ended. y/ns phone blown with millions of notifications telling them about how they got deez nutsd by their own boyfriend.
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gracefullou · 3 months
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Louies' 2023 Wrapped Tag Game
Rules: Answer the questions below and tag at least 3 people!
Thank you so much @louis-in-red for tagging me <3
favorite walls song: It changes all the time but right now, it's always you.
favorite fitf song: All this time.
most played song on Spotify by Louis: From fitf, the greatest 😭. I would've loved for it to be all this time but i always play the album top to bottom that's probably why the greatest is my most played (great song btw! I love it). From walls, always you. But my all time most played songs by Louis are bty and jho (it's Spotify's doing).
favorite louis lyrics: it's a crime to ask this question to a Louis Tomlinson fan bc the man is a lyrical genius but right now it's either "and i keep on building mountains hoping that they'll turn to gold but the truth is i still doubt that what i do can get me home" or "it's an old curse dreamers diving heard first broken beaks and dead birds can't get through the glass and there's no use crying over spilled blood caring only kills love a kiss won't bring it back". Just typing coaoac lyrics i'm in awe with his mind, that's a poet your honor
louis life lesson: "sometimes you're just running forward and you're missing all the action"
favorite louis outfit: you can't ask me this question he served so many iconic brillant outfits especially in the fitf era but if i really have to choose one nothing will ever match this outfit. And THE POSE! I think this is my favorite outfit of all time on anyone not just Louis. Obsessed!
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favorite tour show: ltwt Austin, fitfwt Woodlands, fitfwt NY, fitfwt London ( i know these are a lot of shows but i love them all so much ok 😭) and if we can count afhf then the first afhf will always be THE Louis show for me, just iconic
favorite public appearance: aotv Japan premiere and RS UK awards red carpet (he's so charming i melt everytime 😭)
favorite AOTV scene: That yacht scene when all this time started playing and the final scene at the Milan show 🤧. Cinema at its finest tbh
favorite band or crew member: i don't really have one. I just like when they're professional and do their jobs but also treat my baby like he deserves so i like Matt D, Steve and Zak from the band. And from the crew: Joshua, Krystle and Joni
favorite picture: this is crazy, i can't choose one pic. I can't even choose 10 pics 😭 that man is a walking art. That being said, do not underestimate my ability to make everything about the picture with that Anarchy outfit (the picture above)
something that you are looking forward to in 2024: Fitfwt Latam and all the festivals he has lined up (including afhf of course 🤭)
one wish for Louis (or Louies) for 2024: I just want proper build up and promo for LT3 is it too much to ask 😭.
Tagging @ahurricanebehindthedoor @milf-louis @buscrimes @comradelouis @cassandraatthegates @different-names-on-the-gates @pureasthedrivenslush @riverswater @stormyhale and sorry in advance if you were already tagged/ you already played the game
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acescorazon · 4 months
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Hiya love, just wanted to feed you back for your wonderful update to Buggy's Guide to Bagging Boyfriends. Just finished this monster 30k+ Cross Guild Vampire Romance fic! Would love your feedback!
Fic: Sanguine Selflessness by GothRaven89
SORRY POOKIEEE I WOULD HAVE REPLIED SOONER BUT HOLIDAYS :((((((((((((((((((((((((( I LOVE YOUR FIC, IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!!! TALENTED, BRILLANT, INCREDIBLE, SHOWST- AHHHH I'M SCREAMING. I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD GIVE YOUR FIC A READ BC IT'S SO GOOD!!!!!! SERIOUSLY :(((
BUT ANYWAYSSS OMGGGGG I LOVE VAMPIRES AJSKDLJASDKLAJSD NOBODY ASKED BUT I'M THE MONSTER FUCKER. LOLOLOLOLL. ME, PERSONALLY, I WOULD GIVE MYSELF TO A VAMPIRE ANY TIME, ANY DAY. AKJSDLAJSDLKAJSDALKSDJASKLDASDA. I DON'T NEED A REASON, I'LL JUST DO IT. I LOVE BUGGY AND I LOVE HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH MOHJI, CABAJI, RICHIE AND ALVIDA. THEY'RE A FAMILY AND I LOVE THEM :(((( AND I LOVE RICHIE. I LOVE CATS.. I LOVE HIM, HE'S SO CUTE. HE'S SO BABY. HE'S PRECIOUS :(((((( did i mention that i LOVE vampires? There would be no sad goodbyes for me :((( I would be like, "I MUST GO. NO,NO, DON'T BE SAD. I HAVE TO DO THIS." jalksdjalksdjaslkdjasldkajsldjasdlkas crying. if there's one thing about ME! IF THERE'S ONE THING ABOUT ACESCORAZON. ITS IMMA GIVE MYSELF TO A VAMPIRE... IF I EVER GOT THE CHANCE... I MEAN WHAT. :((((
It was so good and i really love Mihawk and Crocodile's relationship in particular :((( They're so in love and devoted to each other. and 400 years of marriage? HONESTLY??? WISH I WERE MARRIED TO A VAMPIRE FOR 400 YEARS. kajsdlkajsdlkajsdakjs i love them :((( They're cute. they're wholesome. Everyone's so selfless :((((((( i love this. :((((((( @Mihawk and Crocodile, ME NEXT, ME NEXT. (what am i referring to? No one will ever know.) this was really nice :((( And honestly :((( ALSO BTW i could NEVER be that descriptive. CRYING SCREAMING. THROWING UP. YOU'RE A CREATIVE GENIUS. THANK U FOR THE FOOD!!!!!!!!!
P.S. CURLY HAIRED MIHAWK?????????????? HUBBA HUBBA AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
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karimwillia · 1 year
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Part 15
Warnings: Plot
After dinner the party continues. The group plays games, and sings karaoke. Okoye formally meets Miss Riri Williams after all the stories she has heard. They talk over what her recent research is about and how she is enjoying her last year in school. It seems that Riri makes a great impression on everyone she meets. Shuri walks over to where they are after thanking both Ronnie and Romanda for this beautiful surprise.
Okoye lights up. “Little Panther, I like her. Her ideas about biomedical monitoring via nanotechnology is brillant.” Okoye raves about the conversation. Shuri laces her fingers with Riri who blushes at the compliment. “Cousin stop, her head will get too big. She already knows her concepts are going to win her the next Nobel Peace Prize in the sciences. ” Shuri jokenly pokes fun. “Aht aht Dove don’t I told you that would curse it. Plus your interface design is going to make the project.” Okoye’s face is inquisitive. “Wait, you mean to tell me Shuri is designing again?”
Riri proudly answers. “Well yes. I needed some help one day with an idea and one of her sketch pads was open. She had the concept of a tech bracelet mocked up. It was gorgeous, so I asked to use it. Since then she’s gotten back into her art and design. Her mind is so beautiful the way it sees and uses shapes.” Riri is looking at Shuri with intent as she speaks. “Thank you Baby I only have been inspired because of you.” Okoye is stunned. “Miss Williams you are something else. I applaud you.”
The party closes out well after midnight. Ronnie and Sharon head upstairs for the night leaving the couple down by the tree. The girls are cuddled up on the couch again. “Princess, is it bad that I am so used to this after just one night?” “Used to what?” “Having you with me to sleep. It just feels better with you here.” Riri laughs. “No, it’s not. I am used to it too. We are so gay.” Shuri giggles and kisses Riri's neck as they spoon.
“You think we could live together?” Shuri wonders out loud. “If we go to college together we can.” Shuri listens as Riri articulates herself. College choice is looming and this is the first time the idea was in the air. They agreed that if separate colleges were the best fit then they would make it work. But being at the same school or less than an hour away are options.
“Baby if you want to wake up to me everyday just say that.” Shuri wants to ease some of the tension. Riri turns around to face Shuri as she’s lying on her chest. “No, you want to wake up to me everyday.” The prospect of being away from each other burns in their chest. Shuri knows only one thing to say. “Hell yea I do, but promise me we'll always do what is best. I think we are meant to be, and anything meant to be works out.”
Riri places her forehead on Shuri’s and smiles. “Dove, how do you do that? Say the one thing that makes everything better.” Breathing Ri’s air Shuri says. “I just speak what your heart tells me to say.” Speechless Riri kisses Shuri with a small peck. She changes the subject quickly to avoid tears.
“Baby it's 2 am.” Shuri pecks her lips again knowing this was an intentional shift. “Yes and I can’t sleep. I’m ready to open gifts. This holiday has been so amazing already.” “In that case I have a gift you can open.” Riri gets up to get a box from under the tree. With a timid smile she hands it to Shuri and sits to face her. Shuri unwraps a set of tickets. Reading them carefully she grins. “Bae you got us tickets to the Sky and the Bulls.” “Yes, I want us to have a date night. They are open tickets for the Bulls we can go anytime. The Sky is for tonight court side.”
Placing her arms loosely around her frame, Shuri kissed Riri’s forehead. “Rihanna Baby you are the best.” Riri grins when Shuri says her full name. “Mmm, saying my name sounds so good.” With smirks on their faces they kiss softly and hold each other for the rest of the night.
The day goes by so fast after Ronnie and Sharon come downstairs. Shuri actually made breakfast today and Romanda returned to spend some time with everyone. The gifts exchanged all came from the heart. Last was Shuri’s gift to Riri. “So Mother, will you be back for some of Shuri’s games?” “Yes Dear Heart, her senior night and last game. They are my favorite ones to see her play.” Riri and Romanda are talking as Shuri gathers her surprise.
M’Baku kept his word and found the perfect jewelry maker to bring to life the custom design necklaces she wanted. Shuri strides into the room with all the family there holding out the box. “Princess Merry Christmas.” Riri opens it and there lays an “S” pendant with a small colored diamond panther head charm. “Dove this is beautiful.” “I am glad you like it. I designed them specifically for us.” Riri looks to see Shuri is wearing an “R” pendant with a heart charm. Ri wants it put on her ASAP. “I am never taking this off.”
Shuri finishes with the clasp she pulls Riri in for a hug from behind. Kissing her cheek. “Good because I designed a modified clasp. It may not come off.” This has been the perfect first Christmas.
@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff @dominiquesheart @neptoons1998
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sibelin · 5 months
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I got tagged by @music-for-them-asses to do a little ask game : Shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and reblog with the first ten songs that appear!
1. Angelus Novus - Ulver 2. I Don't Want to Die (remix) - Patriarchy ft. Geneva Jacuzzi 3. Deviancy - Backxwash ft. SurgeryHead 4. Napoleon - Rikki 5. Love U more - ACTORS 6. Feux Rouges, Châteaux brillants - Automelodi 7. Nothing is Safe - clipping. 8. Coming Home - Ulver 9. Firelight - Corpus Delicti 10. Say the Name - clipping. thank you Alyssa! i'm tagging @wellenklavier @zemnarihah @cockychateau @thatgothicfairy @6uts @charliemonroe if you want to!
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marrfixated · 5 months
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hi! i was just wondering how u get the inspriation for your fic titles because i always struggle with titling my fics 💔 so i am curious!
(The first time I tried answering this I wrote for way too long, ended up just infodumping the whole time, and then accidentally deleted it. So. Oops. [It was a LOT though… so it was probably for the best lol])
Hi, thank you for the ask!
I usually like to think of a pun or something clever that combines two parts of the fic or references something significant. Irony is one of my favorite things to add, and depending on the length or feel of the fic I’ll decide how long I want it to be.
For Brillante I had a lot of ideas, but I went for something that referenced one of the significant moments. Because the fic is short, I think a short title works well. It’s also sort of clever, with the whole “bright/brilliant” wordplay.
Caffeine Addiction and Not Exactly Air Sickness were more ironic and less specific. Not Exactly Air Sickness plays off of the sickness/love symbolism, and Caffeine Addiction plays off of Noah’s distaste for caffeine and his dynamic with Alejandro. They’re both sort of silly at witty, with a more lighthearted than meaningful feel.
Contra Entendre (not finished) was mostly wordplay, google searches, and overthinking. I really liked the prefix “contra” (against) so I looked up what rhymed with it to have something that sounded good. “Entendre”, meaning “hear/understand”, sounded like a fitting choice. Then it turned into a sort of play on “double entendre”, which is something with a double meaning where one is usually awkward, suggestive, or offensive. It’s a play on their dynamic in the fic and the way it’s viewed by others. But not done yet (oops)!
In general, I spend more time analyzing the titles than I do actually coming up with them. It’s pretty easy for me to add them because I think a lot about symbolism and significance of things while writing the fic, which is really fun for me (nerd). These are the examples of how I titled them, and umm I hope this was at least a little bit helpful!
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