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sualne · 9 months

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Sorry if you're already working on this but with Luffy in Croc dad what's his hobby?? Like he's the biggest ball of energy and I think if wasn't fighting wild animals as a kid he would vibrate into another dimension from lack of stimulation. Does he draw and develop his art skills, has he taken up music or is he invested with the void century with Robin? Croc wants to keep him inside and safe so what did he think would be best to entertain him or does he buy a new thing every week that Luffy says he suddenly wants to do. Yes he looks at books but is that it. Also sorry if you answered this before and I've missed waht you said, I am pretty sure I've seen all your comics on this but I haven't seen all your ask answering questions.

i hadn't gotten these questions and im so glad you ask!! :D

so! luffy doesn't have one specific hobby and croc does end up giving him whatever he wants when he suddenly gets a new obsession, one of the reason he's so excited with finding the jewelry box and getting a dagger is because it's finally something new! after that he gets really into rings and knives until it gets bored of it and switch to something else again.

about him and learning about the void century with robin i actually got a comic later for that so i won't say anything here!

im going to make this a list and explain how it goes, under read more:

Fighting: this luffy doesn't know how to fight, but he still love the concept! he gets really excited hearing stories of fights, duels, martial arts and all the rest! In practice though, since he's been so sheltered and only ever saw one real fight that ended up with people being killed in front of him as a kid, if (haha) he were to witness another real fight he wouldn't be as giddy about it as when he hears stories. he does also learn the tiniest bit of kenpo from bonclay!

Dancing: luffy in canon loves dancing (and partying), here too! he doesn't know/master any specific styles but likes to drag people into dancing with him, if no one is around he'll grab some of the smaller bananawani instead.

Singing: he's still very bad at it.

Music: croc noticed how he'd taps on thing and tried to get him to learn some percussion, unfortunately for him, luffy doesn't care about music theory and just does whatever makes him happy. he also love loud noises and croc has to find a way to stop him from making a racket at any hours of the day, it gets worse when luffy loses some of his hearing and needs to make everything even louder. eventually he gets bored of it too.

Cooking: him and croc cooks together pretty often, if no one is there to supervise him luffy will ignore recipes and common sense, making all kind of abominations. it's a miracle he never set the kitchen on fire.

Bugs: he loves them! he collect them! alive. croc is horrified one day when he finds out baby luffy has been letting some food to rot so he could observes flies and larvae going through their little bug lives cycle. later croc gives him those pinned dead bugs collection boxes thinking luffy will like it, he doesnt.

Board&Cards Games: he mostly has to play them by himself, he doesn't like being alone so he'll often ends up playing it "with" the banawanis. after he loses a few too many times against the banawanis and can't get croc to join in for the millionth time he gives up on them. even when robin joins baroques works he still expect her to be too busy to play with him and doesn't ask (she would have accepted if he had asked).

Art&Craft: he tries a bit of everything, doing it his own way meaning most of it is kind of hideous or about to fall apart, canon luffy is completely fine with that, au luffy though, he's having ton of fun at first but when he gets old enough to see that his dad cant quite fake his enthusiasm or interest towards his disastrous creations he gets frustrated and stops for a while. later, robin finds an old drawing of his and thinks its cute so he start doodling a little again for her.

basically, he struggles keeping a hobby, some like fighting, dancing, bugs and staring at pictures in geography books he keeps through his life but mostly, he's very lonely and bored out of his mind, he's depressed, that's not something that can be helped for as long as he's isolated.

when robin becomes a part of his life everything gets better for him! she spends time with him, read stories for him, helps him get out more often, they even meet bonclay and for a few years he's genuinely happy.

#crocau ask #crocodad au #<- this one gets in the main tag cause this is important lore #i probably wont be able to show all of that in comic form so im glad i get to rant about it here!! it also turned out sadder than i expecte

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seka1-k0k0ro · 1 year

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Hey its me again ☁️anon

i literally love ur response to my ask and since im horny and unhinged im back at it again~

Dumbification and dacryphilia + pet play with tsuki (my beloved) that’s all I have to say, go crazy<3

CLOUD ANON!!! i love; okay this took forever bc i LITERALLY went crazy when i read this. i have finished school and i have been travelling around the world as a personal reward but now i am ready for this!!!

judging by your past ask i’m going to assume you want dom tsuki so that’s what i did. also, i headcannon that dom tsuki loves pet play so i’m so excited about this one. also i didn't go super heavy in the pet play, so if you want something more, let me know.

counting stars.

*post time-skip au!*

soft dom!tsukishima kei x sub! gnreader

cw: car sex, pet play, dacryphilia, choking, dumbification, degradation, praise, swearing, hair-pulling, like two slaps, and some sweet fluff in between.

[lower case intended]

the beach was now barren of people and all remained was you tsukishima and the moon. the conversation had fizzled out, and you both fell into a comfortable silence. his head was laid back on the headrest as he stared at you; his eyelashes brushed against his cheeks with every glance towards you. tsukishima could've been looking at you with such admiration, but his features looked so intense you asked,

"is everything okay, kei?" he reached out, cupped your chin and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. you smiled, but he pulled away before you could kiss back. he kissed your right cheek and then your forehead.

"you are the most amazing person i have ever met, and i love you so much." kei feels a warmth in his heart whenever he sees you, any doubt he might have had dissipates because you let him have the confidence he needs regardless of his overthinking ways. he kissed you deeply and you kissed back with as much fevor.

the steam behind your kiss grew and grew. his hand wrapped around your neck, just slightly caressing the skin, which was enough to make your head spin and go fuzzy. his other had travelled down your back and slipped under your shirt. his middle finger trailed up and down your spine, and his teasing made you shiver and your skin goosebump.

you hands one his shoulders fisted his clothing, and you pulled him closer, closing any room between the both of you. your kisses became sloppy, and both of his hands travelled south to knead at your ass.

"kei," you softly moaned.

"tell me what you want, kitten." he kissed down your neck, the sensation heightening your pleasure.

"i need you, please." his soft kisses left you panting, and with each grope of his hands, you gasped.

"get in the back." you peeled off of his lap and moved into the backseat, and he gave your ass a slap as you climbed between the seats.

you hurriedly took your pants off, along with your underthings, and he followed suit. he kissed you again, slipping his arm underneath your shirt. he played with your chest as you let out mewls.

“fuck kitten. i cant get enough of you. so fucking good.” he kissed down your neck, leaving dark hickeys in his wake. he kneeded at your skin, not getting enough of you. he cursed as he reached over the console to grab a condom from the glove box. “i’m gonna fuck so good, you won’t be able to talk.” he tore the wrapper with his teeth, and slipped it on.

he lifted your legs over his shoulders and pushed in. you tipped your head back with a moan as he stretched you out, each thrust going in and out slowly. he leaned down to kiss you and you moaned as he folded you, reaching deeper than he has before.

“so fucking good, kitten. yeah- just lay there and take it for me, hmm?” his hips picked up their pace and they snapped against you. as your moans grew louder, he showed a feline-like smile. he bit his bottom lips with his teeth and looked down to where you were connected. his dick was going deeper and faster and you felt yourself quickly approaching your peak. he slapped your ass as he went faster.

you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reached climax, tsukishima’s pace not once faltering. the car rocked as he kept going even after you finished. “fuck, scream for me kitten. want you to cum all over my dick again.”

you felt your head grow fuzzy, wanting to do anything for him. you wanted him to use your body for his own personal vice. his hand trailed up to neck and he gave a slight squeeze. the heaviness from his hand combined with the rough pace of his dick made your brain go dumb.

you cried out desperate pleas for him not to stop— to let you finish, and he gave your ass a slap with his free hand. he folded you again as his pace faltered ever so slightly. “fucking god, kitten, im so close. i’m gonna cum inside you, and you gonna take every last drop.”

“please! ngh- fuck m, please!” he shut you up with a kiss and you mean into the kiss. he let go for air and started to leave hickeys on your chest and neck.

it was so sudden you barely had time to warn him. “oh fuck- kei! i’m gonna cum!” he felt you get tighter and tighter, and he knew he was a goner. “i’m cumming!!”

the tears pooled in your eyes fell down your cheeks as your orgasm shook every nerve fiber in your body. you sobbed as he slowed down, chasing his own high. he finally pulled out, and he sat on the seat while he pulled you on top of him.

your tongue was slightly peeking past your lips and your eyebrows were furrowed as he wiped your tears. “what a good kitten.” he kneeded at your hips and without warning took your hips to grind on his semi-hard dick. “ready for round two?”

requests always open!

#haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima smut #haikyuu #tsukishima kei #haikyuu smut

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loved-witha-love · 3 months

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If you're still doing the tell me a ship of course, Shaggy and J? And Jamie (Madrox) and Paul (Monoxide Child)

>>Shaggy/J, —Jamie/Paul you didn't send a heart so i did them all-

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

>> Neither are too fond of PDA- but if they were to it would be Shaggy

— PAUL!!!!! jamie is a lil bit pda shy

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

>> Shaggy is more romantic openly- but they both are major romantics secretly

— Paul is definitely more romantic in public but Jamie is a MASSIVE romantic in private

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine’s day?

>> J- he loves to surprise his pookie bear

— JAMIEEEE he takes paul out to big ass romantic dates and big bears holding hearts

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

>> shaggy. . . he loves to hold j's hands and he cant help but grab his hand whenever he can

— paul- he initiates all pda :]

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

>> J's better with words- but Shaggy's louder. they both would try to compete to see who did it better

— paul would, even though he knows jamie finds it embarrassing

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

>> shaggy AND j. they wanna try and out gift eachother

— jamie does, paul grabs a box of chocolate and calls it a day

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

>> J did, he was crushing for years and just suddenly after a show his adrenaline made him smooch shaggy real hard backstage

— paul did, and it was a slow, long, painful process of all of psychopathic records watching his dumbass pinning for jamie

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

>> shaggy does- he'll just collapse on top of jay for cuddles sometimes

— paul, he loves to cuddle his mans

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

>> neither really care- but if they were to it would be j

— jamie. i will not elaborate.

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

>> j. he calls shaggy sugar bear all the goddamn time- in person and text

— jamie because paul texts like a dad

💙: who is more protective?

>> J! dont touch his sugar bear

— paul is, he'll bark at people that look at jamie wrong

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

>> shaggy gets hurt/sick the most and j is better at taking care of any sick person

— paul is sick more often, and jamie is better at taking care

💜: who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

>> j did, he confessed first n said i love you at the same time

— jamie did- despite paul falling for him first

💛: who believes in soulmates?

>> uhhhh imma say shaggy- sappy mother fucker

— they both do.

#writing #shaggy/j #shaggy 2 dope #violent j #icp #insane clown posse #twiztid #monoxide child #jamie madrox #jamie/paul #headcanons #writing game #asks !¡!#requests #anon #tripp writes ☆!¡!

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hella1975 · 4 months

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Hi hella!!!

I feel like i always start these off or end them by saying that these things are going to be incomprehensible in some way, mainly bc i have trouble translating whats going on in my mind into written words so i really dont know how much of my list thingies make sense to you but this one is especially probably going to not make much sense. (also bc i send them a lot when im either very tired or not sober, but i am sober and wide awake rn so this might be a different kind of incomprehensible)

I found one of my old drafts for an ask from around a year ago and it was a follow up response to the last chapter you posted at the time, so im not sure how its going to sound without the context of that specific chapter, but i also mentioned in one of my other asks that i add stuff in last minute and that ask i added a shit ton of stuff so i dont have any of that pretyped out so im going by memory. But im sending it again bc i havent seen you answer it

(please do not interpret this as ‘why didnt you answer my ask >:/’ or me rushing you to answer asks or anything like that, but like I said its been a year so im assuming tumblr ate it. If not and you just havent cleaned out your ask box and you find the original, congratulations you’ll know what i originally said. Bc idk how accurate this will be)

Theres two different ways that you seem to write metaphors (idk if thats what theyre called im not caught up on my literary terminology)

(im scrolling through your blog rn looking for my other asks and tumblr really did you dirty in your asks system like i started scrolling and the third one down was from 2021 and im fighting for my life trying to find my tag (thank you for my tag btw its very useful to me))

Anywho, most of your metaphors ( to me) can be split into two categories. Theres the simple ones and the complex ones. Now this might seem obvious but im going to explain to you how these have different effects on my brain.

An example of the ‘simple’ ones is

““If Nanook’s tone had a note of seriousness, then Zuko’s was the entire orchestra.”” (idk what chapter this is from its been a while)

You have a lot of these kinds of whatever the haick kind of literary technique this is (is this a metaphor i’ve been trying to google it for like ½ an hour and i cant figure it out) BUT these type of things that are simple and easy to process is one of my favorite things about the way you write. I think this is a very common technique but the way you do it to me is just a lot more unique than the ways ive seen it done before. Its extremely fluent with the voice of the characters and brings a perfect kind of vibe to the ‘conversation’ (or story, text, whatever) and it paints the picture of what your trying to say perfectly. I also really like how these types of things arent ever in Zukos pov a lot (sometimes it is, but not nearly as much, I’ve noticed) and its not in the more serious like revelations that you drop these in. Like I said, it adds to the voice of the characters, bc of the contrast of Zuko constantly having revelations and dramatic archs and stuff, and the other characters just in general being a lot more calm. Its like when youre listening to a song and you have the lyrics and the like ‘main’ music behind the lyrics, but then when you listen to the song a lot you notice the smaller, like backup music that adds a lot to the song and makes it a lot more enjoyable than if it was just the lyrics and the louder more up front music.

Then in contrast you have the bigger ‘metaphors’

An example of this is ‘You curse in words already invented’

THIS IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THE ENTIRE FIC.

OF ANY FIC OR BOOK EVER READ

AND THIS IS WHY

When I tell you I could not figure out what this meant for months I am AWFUL with stuff like this and interpreting it my english teachers hate me bc of it. Id have the question ‘why were the curtains blue’ and my answer would be ‘bc the people who decorated the room like blue maybe theyre interior designers and it goes with the room 😊 and thats so hot of them bc i love blue too’

But even thought i couldnt figure it out it stayed in my head and i probably thought about it once a day (i mean this literally, i think about that part all the time) and i cant remember the context for that or anything but i do remember that i knew it was a wonderful phrase.

I’ve mentioned in my other asks how whenever im reading anything at all that you’ve written (whether its tams, or toab, or in the tags of something even if its like 10 words), everything you type comes out so fluidly like a formula or a color wheel or however i put it last time i talked about this. And this is on the prodigious end of the spectrum of this.

But phrases like that are another part of the fic, theyre like the lyrics of the song. Like the phrases that gets all the attention and gets put in fanart and that gets quoted in comment sections because they deserve that recognition and you deserve that recognition and are just a reminder of how incredibly talented you are.

I mean that in the most sincere way that i know how to express.

I am constantly in awe of you and your writing style, and i really do think of you as one of the most talented writers of everything ive ever read.

And something else worth mentioning is that it isnt just your ao3 that portrays that. Like if I were to just read your ao3 I’d be like ‘oh wow this person is an amazing writer’ But your tumblr persona plays into it a lot more (In my opinion). Because then you see like more ‘backround’ stuff on ao3. And more of your system (im not articulating this in the way i mean it very well) and you get privy to the fact that you’re not a 30 year old with a masters in english and that you’ve never had any formal education on writing. I vaguely remember you talking about a story about a sailor (??? i might be misremembering that) that you wrote when you were a child and thinking ‘oh wow so she’s always been like that’. And its stuff like that that you dont get on ao3 that kind of reaffirms how incredible of a writer you are.

And this (to me) makes you a really easy person to admire. (ik i touched on this in a different ask but i dont remember if it was one of my list asks or not) but as someone who probably isnt going to ever be able to get an education around writing, it kind of reassures me that i dont need that to be great at it.

(i kind of feel like a lot of the stuff in this ask is too like ‘simple’ or obvious to be given a lot of weight, but this whole thing is about the kinds of things you do that brings me personally joy and the metaphors are one of them so)

Also on an off note when i was looking through your asks to try to find my tag, I noticed that i send you a heavy percentage of your anonymous asks (mainly without my alias) and I thought that was funny. But also i hope it doesnt come across as obsessive or weird, I swear i do that to a lot of people on here, I’m just a very social person. .😂

Also Im in your tbos server (lurking in the shadows) and someone pointed out that whenever you do the reaction emojis you always do the white ones, and thats going on the official ‘my favorite things about hella’ list because that was genuinely one of the funniest things ive seen.

Also the ‘anytime you type its very fluid (im too lazy to scroll up and see how i put it rn) also carrys on to discord. I think that i could probably block out the user names and be able to figure out that its you talking every time, you have a very distinct way of talking.

Also i wanted to mention that every time you answer these i read them again and i want to say like 1/3 of what i sasy, i have no recollection of. And i never have any idea what im talking about. so i think thats funny.

LIST ANONNNNNNNNNNNNN BAWLING MY EYES OUT HELLO BABY WELCOME BACK FROM WAR IVE MISSED YOU IM JUST HERE LIKE THIS RN

#this is so something i needed to hear rn bc always during exam season i 'lose' my ability to write like even the writing i do get done #just feels so fucking stale and awful imo and i just have to force myself to push through or else ill have a crisis about it #so i started studying in DECEMBER and it's now almost february exams are done but i CANT get out of that mindset for some reason #like ive been in a really bad writing flunk where im ABLE to write but the stuff i do write just feels genuinely terrible #like im losing it about dog teeth atm bc this story i was so in love with just feels so basic and underwhelming on a reread #and idk how much of that is me being insane and perfectionist and how much is valid criticism #so being told that actually there are people who not only enjoy my writing but are so thoroughly convinced it's a fundamental part of me #and something i am inherently GOOD at to the point even the way i talk CASUALLY is telling of it is just. oughhh im pacing my room #and the fact it doesn't HAVE to be my pretentious prose shit sometimes the more 'basic' stuff is STILL good. you're in my walls #i cant believe you're in the discord i hope you say hi!!! i dont bite!!! <- lying #also those assholes can take my silly white emojis from my COLD DEAD HANDS. white thumbs down will never die #ask #list anon

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xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx · 1 month

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a lot of people think that red would be a loud colour, but i dont think its as loud as one of the cooler colours. the warmer colours would be loud a lot, but the cooler ones would be way more silent, and when they say something, its either very quiet, where everyone listens in fear, or its louder tjen your brain can process. like a dog whistle. you know its loud, but you cant even hear how loud it is.

It also depends on the shade, of course neon green is going to be louder than forest green, and it also depends on whether someone is colorblind or not. Anyways I don't know if you're a different person or the same person filling up my ask box, but please continue because these are fun as hell :]

#asks #colors #I love that dog whistle simile

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mr-resilient · 1 year

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Outside boxes and without bows

It will come like a flood

Smashing what is in its way and sounding louder than a thud

It will come.

It’s about workshop

It’s about Love

Patience

And endurance

It’s about getting so comfortable with your own presence

Sitting in lonesome

And

Not searching for a birds note to reveal your reassurance

It’s about tears that don’t hit the pillow at night but they see sunlight

They’ve felt the breeze when you walk by stores that you cannot walk in

They’ve fallen on treadmills that you cannot fully run on in gyms that you do not feel safe in

It’s about colors that you cannot see in paintings that you cannot read but you feel the message

It’s not only about long walks

But also long talks about your depression

It’s about disconnecting .

It’s about redirecting and resurrecting .

It’s about abstaining .

Its about choosing partners that lend you your right to freedom

Without the fear of maintaining.

Maintaining a lie , that tells you that you need what you know you do not want .

Accepting your and others fractured imperfections because the bare maximum in only seeking “potential” is what we’ve been taught .

It’s about planning without always having to have a forethought.

Our mothers told us that no one will be there for us like how we would be there for ourselves and I love her for the encouragement of independence

But truth be told , it backfired.

We have now become too dependent on I .

Struggling to do 5 tasks within spaces of people who would love to do Atleast one.

Disregarding Ubuntu like We purposely neglect to acknowledge The Holy one.

It’s about opening up.

It’s about not saying fuck this or Fuxk you with a smile

Because killing them with kindness is still killing them

And dead things .... cant grow .

It’s about learning .

It’s about a Yes , and it’s about a No .

It’s about standing tall while denouncing your enemy

Yet laying postrate while addressing your God.

It’s about living comfortably in a millennium where your quest for happiness and hunger for peace, IS your job

It’s about Power .

Which is everything , yet nothing at all .

It’s about choosing to walk on the edge of cliffs without the fear of a fall .

What then is falling? But merely a fly that starts downward , giving leverage to a jolt upward .

Life is a spiral , in every direction . At different times.

It’s about Moments , momentum.

It’s about Fire

It’s about Water

#very personal to me #Qhubeka

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jrueships · 2 years

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anything abt cancers 👉🏾👈🏾

for some reasons, i always attract cancers?? which is weird to me cus when i was young n in a relationship with a cancer, we checked our compability for fun n the results made her break up with me LMAO it's actually hilarious to me! I LOVE cancers, i think they're interesting smart empathetic, i feel bad for em when they get made fun of (zion), they're a type of funny that keeps you listening! But there just always seems to be something that happens that just? Breaks our bond. It's crazy. My mom was a cancer n she tried drowning me when i was a baby but i still feel bad for her cus she was messed up n kept stayin with my dad so? It's a pretty good representation of all my relationships with cancers!

When cancers think you're funny, you'll know. They really KNOW how to give people the appreciation they deserve, even the most seemingly 'boring' of people. Hence their high compabilities with tauruses. (Kevin h*rt, cancer, and rock, taurus is a prime example of a cancer taurus dynamic working. Cancer can stroke a taurus' ego but keep them entertained at the same time by being clever & compassionate. While the taurus will give a cancer the undying loyalty & protection they deserve while showing them the greatest 'treat yourselfs' a taurus can conjure. Empathy & luxury, sensitivity & strength!!!) I'm lowkey jealous of their relationship! Because I WANT That with a cancer cus i LOVE cancers n seeing a taurus have that with them while i can't makes me hate tauruses. But you shouldn't because they can be super lovely too! It's easy to box them into boring but really, they're just comfortable! N want to stay comfortable! A cancer can keep them comfortable WHILE caring AND entertaining! It's very interesting to witness! If you are a cancer, seek out a taurus buddy!

N I THINK CANCERS ARE ATTRACTED TO ME CUS THEY THINK IM AN ARIES???? that could be an explanation... idk, like! I can spend some time with cancers n it's coo! But then somethin happens that requires dual sensitivity or more brashness n we can't click. You have us in a short conversation n we're GREAT though. A cancer will pay attention, hear, and laugh at all the quiet jokes you say under the louder speakers of the group. They're SO attentive that way, i LOVE it. I've had some of the funniest, comfortable conversations with them. Like lesbian he him bowser from Mario, we both agree about him n support him, king.

THEN a situation happens where i need to be more empathetic n they don't get why im not. Like in 4th grade the whole class took an honors math like skills test? N the teacher would call them up to her desk and tell them their scores. My cancer friend got a really good score n i cheered. You could overhear the scores because the teacher's desk was literally in the same room as the students. Just right next to their desks n she announced them super loud. N then i got called up n she basically told me i BARELY passed just BARELY. She didn't say it relieved but like. Concerned? Really disappointed n i still carry that with me cus i always remember when people yell at me or feel disappointed in me. N IT'S NOT LIKE parent tells you they're disappointed in you for playing ds past your bedtime, it's somehow more stupid like my piano teacher spending the whole session ripping on me over making a mistake in a classical practice piece with my older brother in the room. Idk, i hate feeling like i let people down IN FRONT of other people, pride thing. I try not to let it get to me as much n act rash as a reaction but it always will n ill always be struggling to work on it. But basically i did the worst in the class (it was an HONORS math class so everyone else was like einstein), and went back to my seat still smiling trying to be positive. I was like 'man who's next? I passed' n my cancer friend said 'no you didn't. You barely even passed.' All serious staring at me. N in front of everybody

N i don't cry genuinely cant, 'taught' not to by my dad. But that did hurt me cause it hurt my pride. But cus i don't cry, i got angry. Never talked to him again, just ghosted him out my life. Which sucks cus i still think about our old conversations, he was the funniest kid in baby school to me! And nicest too, once i lost something really important to me in the snow, n he went out to help me find it. We walked like 5 miles back for it to find it. Cancers are great, but we just can't remain right with each other.

I think he thought i was trying to hide my math test result from him n that hurt his trust? It sounds dramatic but we were kids so dramatic is probably the right answer lmao. We were both dramatic! Those 3 cancers weren't the only cancers ive met, but they've affected how i change myself with other cancers now. Kinda keep it distance, keep it to small fun talks but never actually hang out over the summer kinda fun. Cus i don't want our happy friendship ruined by something stupid coming along, which is easy to happen with two people that think they gel more than they actually do

#btw im no longer in the smart math classes anymore LMAO #but yea i rlly do love cancers tho they hold a softspot in my heart #idk if this speaks for all of em but from the ones i met theyre super skilled in STEM #most of my cancers had a lot of knowledge in medicine but not all of them pursued it #but they could tell me they studied 0 mins secs hours for the biggest biology test ever cus they were distracted by their fav celebrity #then pass the biology exam with flying colors #theyre like mad smart and easily get discounted for it sometimes for being 'the goofy one' of their group #but yea they hold a special love for their family n signs that are like that are loved by me!#caps taurus sag aries cancer !#i might not vibe with all of em well but i appreciate them a lot n wish i did #n im not stopped by the signs but it's like everytime ive tried to make shit work it just got worse #n eventually i got tired of shit getting worse so i just learned to be cautious #but yea we can be total friends over media tho! thats usually how i communicate best with them #i guess cus it gives me more time to rethink my responses b4 i say em? so yea i still keep good ties with some of my old cancer friends!#which im glad 4 because losing one sucks majorly #ted tumbunity things

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THE FOREST RASCALS!! // some random omori au me and my friends made :3

uh.. the forest rascals is an OMORI AU (but with our OMORI ocs, what a shocker) made by Elysia, Ruxxide, Kitsaku, Roasted and Kogatunes!! it's like.. sorta the main cast but with, again, our OMORI ocs, it represents our actual friendgroup online/irl! :3

this idea has been going on for 3 months and we're really proud of it!! the story is still in progress tho so a LOT of changes will be made in the final thing we put out ;3 ;3 ;3 ;3

SO UH ANYWAY, enough rambling!

CASTS NAMES!! Marco Echavez, Hinode Mirai, Cass Barkly, Koi Ito and Niko Miller. (wow)

SOOO, 5 people in total, you're probably asking yourself: "Why am I reading a bunch of kids' OCs?? i should be doing the laundry and walking the dog" actually, we don't know either, just keep reading, I'm desperate, i'm begging tumblr will show this to other people waahh

Will post the designs later, or maybe never hehe

HEADSPACE !!!!

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MARCO SAYS:

“Hey! You over there! Have you heard of my brother?”

MARCO is a passionate young boy with a strange obsession with his big brother and also empanada de carnes. He constantly boasts about how he has an amazing big brother which is probably why he has a lot of friends. He proclaims himself to be the leader of the FOREST RASCALS, but nobody’s really sure anyone in that group is sane at this point.

Stats Heart: ⭐ Juice: ⭐⭐ Attack: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Defense: ⭐ Speed: ⭐⭐⭐️⭐️ Luck: ⭐

His Weapon: Megaphone. “Hey, isn’t this already—“ No it isn’t! Marco’s megaphone is constantly used for his advertisements and rambling, except ten times worse because it’s mechanically modified to be ten times louder.

made by: Elysia

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KOI SAYS:

"Hi! I'm KOI! Whats up?!" KOI is always down to have acquaintances and friends! She's a very social gal, but sometimes she gets a little moody and upset, but a good joke will always bring a bright smile to her face! Her brain can sometimes be a little slow though, she refuses to wear her glasses, no matter how hard you try to convince her.

Stats Heart: ⭐⭐⭐ Juice: ⭐⭐ Attack: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Defense: ⭐⭐⭐ Speed: ⭐⭐ Luck: ⭐

Her Weapon: Stapler A stapler, some of the staples are kind of rusty, perfect for hitting people on the head, or just stapling their arm. (owch), but Koi hasn't thought of that attack yet, dont tell her.

Likes: Scented markers, Cats, Ornaments, Stickers, Fruit soda Dislikes: Marco's excessive talking about his brother, Teasing, Pranks where she cant fight back.

made by: Kogatunes (or Krillchi)

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CASS SAYS:

"Value is in the eye of the beholder!"

CASS is known as that one kid who'd somehow and some way get into trouble and not know it! There's always a little mischievous plan he has going on in that head of his, and you are gonna be there to find that out yourself! He isn't the smartest guy on the group, but he can stir up a quick plan when he needs to!

Heart: ⭐⭐⭐ Juice: ⭐⭐⭐ Attack: ⭐⭐⭐ Defense: ⭐⭐ Speed: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Luck: ⭐⭐⭐

[weapon: Tree Branch]

Likes: crickets and other bugs, cheesecake, mudfish, empty boxes, toy cars, cats, and dinosaur posters

Dislikes: Cucumbers, Amusement parks, Huge crowds, Plastic forks, Waiting rooms, and bright lights.

Made by: Ruxxide

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MIRAI SAYS:

"Hm..? Oh..hello, fellow dreamer.."

MIRAI is a kind and gentle soul, She sleeps quite a lot and pretty much anytime anywhere! She's not very social and is quite shy and quiet as well, she's quite emotional but her emotions can switch really fast, she's usually either calm or cheerful though. Her left eye's vision is absolutely so bad she can't even read with it. She likes a certain someone.. someone who has a rock.

Heart: ⭐⭐⭐ Juice: ⭐⭐ Attack: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Defense: ⭐⭐ Speed: ⭐⭐ Luck: ⭐

Her Weapon: A long stick

A broom stick without the sweepies, She treats it as a sword and swings it around, she probably randomly picked it up in one of their adventures and claimed it as her weapon, She actually once broke one out of anger so be careful if she breaks it again.. she might think of stabbing instead.

Likes: Animals, Drawing, Sleeping, Eating, Her Friends, Adventures, Marco's big brother, a certain someone

Dislikes: Homework, creepy insects, Marco eating insects, getting lost

made by: Kitsaku

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NIKO SAYS:

"Oh, hello there!"

Niko is a kind boy! Despite the hardships he has gone through he always remained optimistic and happy! also he has the worst eyesight ever.

Heart: ⭐⭐ Juice: ⭐⭐⭐ Attack: ⭐⭐⭐ Defense: ⭐⭐ Speed: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Luck: ⭐⭐

made by: Roasted

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heres all of our twitters btw <3

Ruxxide: https://twitter.com/Moldycakeq

Elysia: https://twitter.com/starchasmnyxon

Kogatunes: https://twitter.com/kogatunes

Kitsaku: https://twitter.com/HinodeMirai

Roasted: https://twitter.com/roasted53666504

#omorioc #omori

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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Can you do something with the prompts “Woah... Why is the room spinning” and “My head feels funny” with sick!natasha

Her like falling asleep during a important meeting cause she’s sick but won’t admit it to anyone

Plans And A Patient

Hey! This fic isnt too long but I tried to stretch it out, hopefully its good enough for you :) Im finally feeling better after being practically knocked out for the week so Im back to writing again. I tried to grammar check this but honestly im too tired rn so excuse any spelling/grammar errors

Summary: Nat’s not feeling too great during a meeting, but its just some sniffles, right?

Wordcount:973

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In your mind you had the perfect job. You were able to help people and thats all that you cared about, however there was a slightly less fun aspect of your career that you utterly despised… Meetings.

It wasn't just you who disliked meetings. Your girlfriend Natasha was also not too keen on them. The whole sitting down and talking thing really wasn't her style, she much preferred to be out in the field, beating some agent's ass for information.

Thats why when you and Natasha were called in for an urgent meeting, you couldn't help but groan. You felt especially bad for Nat, she’d recently gotten back from a mission and she’d seemed to pick up a rather miserable cold and it had finally hit her in full-force that morning, making her feel absolutely horrible. You tried your best to get both yourself and Nat an excuse to miss the meeting but unfortunately your efforts were futile.

You couldn’t help but feel sorry for Nat as she quietly sat down in the seat beside you, trying to silently sniffle against her finger.

“You gonna be alright?” You whispered quietly, taking advantage of the loud sound of chairs scraping as everybody seated themselves around the large meeting table

“I’ll be fine.” Nat replied in a less then assuring voice, her voice shaking as she spoke.

Over the course of the next hour, you couldn’t help but feel your worry grow as Natasha rubbed at her temples continuously. You sighed as you watched her stifle a series of painful looking sneezes into near silence. Luckily for her, only you had seemed to noticed and you placed a hand on her thigh, silently blessing her. Natasha seemed to understand what you meant as she looked up to flash you a small smile.

The room grew loud as the team discussed potential plans on capturing hydra agents so you took the opportunity to lean over towards Nat and ask, “How you feeling?”

“My head feels funny.” Nat admitted quietly with a sniffle, rubbing the sleeve of her leather jacket against her nose.

“That cant feel nice.” You tutted, discreetly leaning back in your chair to grab the box of tissues from the small table behind you, placing it on her lap – sneakily out of view from the rest of the team.

“Thank- Hh’gnnxt!” Natasha’s sentence was interrupted by her twitching nose, making her head bob bob downwards with a sneeze louder then she would’ve liked.

“Bless you.” You hummed, moving the strands of hair which had fallen back behind her ear before turning to try and concentrate on what Tony was saying.

In all honesty you weren’t really paying attention at all. All you could focus on was Natasha’s state of health. You’d noticed that she had begun to repeatedly swipe tissues and attempt to quietly blow her nose though her efforts seemed fruitless.

The meeting only seemed to drone on as the team got into disputes over correct techniques. You were trying your best to participate and voice your opinion but you couldn’t help but grow endlessly bored. It was in your bored state that you had let your eyes wonder, searching the room for some form of entertainment. In your search, yours eyes glanced over at Natasha… Poor baby. You hadn’t noticed it until now but she was resting with her head in her hands, her eyes closed as small stuffy snores escaped her slightly open mouth.

“Natty.” You gently nudged her shoulder, pulling her from her sleep.

You’d tried to not bring attention to her but Tony had witnessed the whole thing and didn’t seem very impressed, “Am I interrupting something?” He spoke firmly, staring at the both of you.

“No.” You repressed your groan, Tony’s usually bright personality could easily be shifted when he wasn’t being listened to. You knew more then anybody that he didn’t like to he interrupted.

Nat opened her mouth to speak but instead a series of damp coughs left her, forcing her to muffle her head into her elbow. You reached out and ran your hand down her back, rubbing circles down her spine.

“Natasha?” Tony’s once asserted voice had become smaller, it now held the same worried tone as your own.

“I’m fine.” She sniffled once she’d recomposed herself. Earning herself a sideways glance from yourself only your eyes turned soft as you saw her nose begin to twitch as she looked up towards the light, “Hhuh’tsss! Hh-Hh’hehtsoo!”

The group blessed her as Natasha rested her head against your shoulder, sniffling as you swiped afew of the tissues from the box which was still sat on her lap. “You should use these.” You whispered, pressing them into her hand just as her breath before to hitch.

“HuhS’CHIEW!”

“Y/N, Nat.” Tony grabbed your attention as the pair of you turned to look at him, “You’re both dismissed from this meeting.”

You nodded silently mouthing a thank-you as you stood from your chair. Nat slowly pushed herself up from her seat only she stumbled backwards into you as she stood.

“Woah- Why’s the room spinning.” Nat mumbled against your neck, her burning skin connecting with yours. You sighed, wrapping your hands around her waist, pulling her from the meeting room and out into the hallway.

“Baby, your burning up. Your on fire, why didn’t you tell me you had a fever.” You muttered, guiding her to the elevator at the end of the hall.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” She sighed tiredly, yawning against her palm

“Sweetie when it comes to your health, always tell me if somethings wrong.” You kissed the back of her neck, causing her to shiver a little, “Lets get you back up into our room and into bed.”

Natasha let herself smile as the doors to the elevator opened, “That sounds nice.”

#sickfic #snzfic #marvel sickfic #whump #marvel snzfic #femreader #fluffy #mcu #snzfuck #natasha romanoff #sicknat #sick!natasha x reader #sick natasha romanoff #femreader x natasha #natasha romanoff sickfic #reader x natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff snzfic #sick natasha

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trekkele · 2 years

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cut closing scene to Justice League (2017):

We open in the batcave, Arthur and Barry are arguing about something. You get the impression Arthur is gently teasing Barry because Victor keeps snorting and shaking his head. Clark and Diana are watching and talking quietly, Bruce is scrolling through his phone and smirking occasionally. You cant tell if he’s reacting to the conversations or whats on his phone. There are several containers of takeout scattered over the table.

Clark tries to steal something from Bruce’s container, who expertly dodges his fork and pokes him with his own.

Suddenly you hear a dull thump, followed by several smaller thumps, and then scattered footsteps. Everyone except Bruce, (who starts eyeing the container in front of Clark) looks up.

“That’s not Alfred,” Clark says, and Diana starts to stand up.

“Don’t worry, they’ll get here in a minute.” Bruce is looking at his phone again, stealing a dumpling from Clarks box. Clark doesn’t notice.

There’s more muffled footsteps, some incomprehensible shouting, and then the door to the batcave slides open. A teenager/young adult with curly black hair and white streak at the front sticks his head in, looks around, spots Bruce and then yanks his head back out of the doorway. You can hear him shouting.

“I found him!! Hey hey HEY I FOUND DAD HES IN THE CAVE!!” there are more shouts, more footsteps, and as they get louder one of the league whispers ‘dad?!?’.

Suddenly 4-6 more kids come skidding in the doorway, pushing the first kid foreward but freezing as if they suddenly realized there are more people there. They all end up huddled just outside the door, hanging on the doorframe and over each other shoulders.

“Hey Bruce.” Another kid, in what appears to be a blue disneyland sweatshirt, clears his throat. “What have you got there?” He gestures at the league, who are just now wondering what exactly they signed up for.

“Dumplings.” Bruce says, stealing one from Clark. Clark is not fast enough to stop him. “Want some?”

“No, no, that’s good. That’s …”The kid sounds a little strangled, like he’s working very hard not to scream. Or maybe the girl hanging over his back is hugging too tight. “How’ve you been? Been…been keeping up with the news, lately? See anything…interesting??”

“Oh yeah, aliens, wild, right?” Bruce grins, waving his chopsticks around a little. “So how was your trip?”

There are about five seconds of perfect silence. The kids are staring at Bruce, Bruce is staring at the kids, the league is staring at them both.

And that’s when the shouting starts.

#listen his kids go on vacation like twice a year he wasnt going to bother them for something as dumb as parademons COME ON #couldn’t decide if damian should be there but #first kid is jason #second one is dick #girl on dicks shoulder is probably cass #steph is also there #dick is calling bruce Bruce and not dad because he’s mad #aliens and you dont even ask for help smdh #the justice league #justice league 2017 #arthur adopts barry as his little brother #i have decided #bruce wayne #clark kent #diana prince #dick grayson #jason todd

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once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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loverssfevers · 2 years

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most beautiful time of the year - adrian pucey

description; established (almost more than) friendship w Adrian Pucey (fluff!) every year on Christmas day a mistletoe forms over two people that like each other word count: 900 A/N: mistletoe idea credit to someone on tiktok from two years ago! its stuck with me since. merry christmas!

The wind is cold and crisp forcing you to hug your winter coat closer as you walk the corridor. You take a spot looking out into the courtyard as little snow flakes begin to trickle from the sky covering the grass with fresh snow. All month you gushed over the snow and told everyone you just hoped it would snow on the big day and here it was; as beautiful as ever.

Every day closer to Christmas the laughter got louder and the atmosphere got cosier as people began to appreciate the friends around them who now almost felt like family. People jumped in excitement to be reunited with their parents and siblings whilst the others made plans to stay at Hogwarts. Including you. Hogwarts was decorated from floor to ceiling. Christmas trees, tinsel and glitter charmed to float the hallways making the already magical school somehow more so.

However no one warned you about the mistletoes. They were charmed to form above two people who liked each other on Christmas day. Which had already started a few awkward conversations between Daphne Greengrass and Terence Higgs who sat next to each other at breakfast this morning. Clueless of the mistletoe formed above their heads until Fred Weasley walked past echoing an ‘oooooooo’ throughout the great hall.

You had effectively avoided being in the same room as Neville Longbottom, who you got told had a slight crush on you. You weren’t to keen on disappointing the guy because you had your eyes on some one else.

‘Hey’ someone says from behind you before you can feel their presence next to you. Arms almost touching. ‘Looks like you got your wish huh?’

Humming in response, a smile forming on your lips ‘It’s even prettier on the day don’t you think?’ you say turning to look up at them.

Adrian Pucey, his stunning. Always was and always has been. Coat spotted with small white snowflakes and hair already bit messy due to the wind but he still looked well put together. He always put on such a cold exterior to fit into the rest of his Slytherin friends but underneath he was soft. He didn’t talk much in crowds but he observed. It made him seem distant and uninterested but he cared, he just didn't know how to express it.

After partnering up for potions you didn’t think you’d end up getting as close to him as you did. At first it was the small smiles and quiet questions. Then to your hands touching while passing tools, inside jokes and Hogsmeade trips. He had quickly and easily become someone you wanted to always be around.

‘Oh I got you something’ He mumbled ruffling through his jacket pocket.

‘Hey we promised no gifts’ you frown automatically feeling bad about having nothing on hand.

He shrugs handing over a small box ‘I know, merry christmas’

You look at the box then back at him with an expression of ‘I feel bad I cant take this’ but he just nods to the present ‘open it’.

Hesitantly you do open it and a beautiful floral designed silver heart locket stares at you. Your eyes shoot back to Adrian ‘Is this from that store in Hogsmeade? The one I pointed at half tipsy off butterbeer?’ you can hear him laugh ‘yes it is’ as you fiddle to open it.

Inside was a picture Colin Creevey had taken of you both at Daphnes birthday party earlier that school year. You were comfortably squished up against each other after a drunk Pansy sprawled out next to you on the couch. The picture moves showing you both red faced smiling at each other and posing for the camera shortly after.

‘I put a random picture inside but you can change it to whatever you like’

‘Why would I want to change it?’ you question closing the locket ‘its perfect’

You begin to move your hair to one side and lift the chain up to him. He takes it. The chains cold around your neck and you shiver standing up a bit straighter. You can feel his finger tips graze your skin lightly making your heart beat just a tad faster. You hope the rush of heat to your cheeks isn't showing as bad as you think it is.

Adrian releases the chain and you turn to smile softly at each other while you fiddle with the necklace. He gently places his hand on top of yours brushing over the locket to gaze at it. You stare at his face, heart sinking into your chest. His so close you can see the lines and creases on his face. He looks pleased with a slight tinge of red on his cheeks. He carefully lets go and you stare at each other briefly before both looking away embarrassed for being so close.

‘I have to go send a letter to my parents but I’ll see you at lunch?’

‘I’ll be there. Try not to slip on the owlery stairs, I don’t want to spend Christmas looking after your broken back’ you joke before pausing to look at the locket in your hand ‘and thanks I love it’

‘I’m glad you like it, you did drag me drunk all the way from three broomsticks just to show me’ Adrian recalls as he starts slowly walking away.

‘HEY you had fun don’t even try deny it’ you yell back and you see him nod and wave you off jokingly.

Smiling as you watch him greet others while walking down the corridor and out of sight. As quickly as you remember to look, the mistletoe’s already disappeared from above your heads. Maybe they’ll get you at lunch, or maybe you wont need them.

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beann-e · 3 years

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haikyu characters with insecure s/o

inarizaki boys with insecure s/o

⚠️ tw mentions of slight ed

suna

-I doubt that he’ll care based on his personality. Most likely he wouldn’t even notice I know people like to say ‘ well when he really cares about someone’

-no .. I genuinely think he won’t care if you believe him or not because to him why would he be dating you if he didn’t think you were an all around great perosn

Your boyfriends eyes looked up from his phone legs twitching in anxiousness as he followed your soft eyes across the room landing on a girl that sat at the far end of the restaurant.

Your hand coming up so you could fiddle with it looking out the corner of your eye to find suna already looking at her

‘ god I knew it — he is looking at her kinda hard not to when she takes up the whole room ‘

You felt your body grow hot as you imagined yourself looking like her.

What would it be like to be her height, to be her weight and not have people talk about you , what would it be like to have a clear conscience free of self doubt ?

You sighed as you nibbled on the inside of your cheek trying to get out of your explosive mind. Breath only quickening when you felt sunas face turn to you before he scoffed and looked back to his phone in interest

“ tch her shoes are untied “

your eyebrows furrowed “ w-what “ your eyes darted over to the girl before dropping to her shoes “ h-her shoes are untied “

you shook your head before speaking “ but suna isn’t — don’t you think she’s pretty “

“ her shoes are untied “

“ yeah but — she’s pretty ? I don’t understand “

“ her shoes are untied “

“ what the hell suna why is that what you care about when she’s going on a remarkable height and she’s beautiful with clear skin that I work super hard to get I mean you’ve seen me try to every night with my routines “

he shook his head as if not listening to you before continuing to play a game on his phone that seemed to have all his attention

“ baby her shoes are untied “

“ what does— “

“ if she cant do something as small as tying her own shoes who’s to say she can care about any of the small things that I find important in a relationship “

your eyebrows relaxed “ I understand it may not seem like a big deal to you because you think she’s beautiful so her shoelaces don’t matter but if she can walk around with open shoe laces — who’s to say she won’t walk around with an open relationship? “

he made his character move around the screen as he sighed “ little things go a long way in my book and they mean a lot to me first impressions are everything “

You watched as his face remained stoic while he spoke in disinterest “ I don’t like hers “

you somewhat felt discouraged if he felt this strongly about shoelaces what did he feel about you ?

what about when you forgot to wash a dish ?

what about when you forgot to take a shower or even brush your hair that day ?

what if you’d forgotten to tie your shoes would he hate you and want to break up?

you moved slowly to push yourself away from the table trying to see if your shoelaces were tied only for sunas voice to come out In deep authority his annoyance playing in his voice next to you

“ stop babe your wearing flats “

you bit your bottom lip in fear he sounded annoyed and genuinely exhausted . You couldn’t help it just so many things were running through your mind that you may have done wrong

he moved to set his phone down on the table the word loser sprawled across the screen you knowing he gave up his gameplay for you making you feel even worse knowing that he’d never stop playing on his phone for anyone else

You bit harder at your lip as he turned to you his hands coming up right one to cradle your face and left to try to pull your lip from you teeth’s deathly hold

“ y/n come on let go “

you felt your body give in releasing your lip that had started to bleed you hadn’t even noticed how hard it was tucked away

he rubbed the small amount of blood away with his thumb onto a napkin wiping his hand off afterward to look into your eyes as he squished your face

his words having meaning as he spoke looking deeply into your eyes “ your fine y/n — you tie your shoelaces babe I swear “

Osamu

- Hes a bit more chill about it but also spots it quickly and immediately shuts it down. He hates you feeling insecure and will do nearly anything to make the feeling go away including giving you his lunch.

-but over time you stop accepting his lunch and that’s when he knows he needs to put his foot down because this insecurity thing is getting out of hand

“ y/n why aren’t you eating “

you smiled softly as you brung your head away from your boyfriend hands outstretched in a no motion as your eyes sprinted around the cafe looking for the one person who held everything you wanted

“ come on baby — your rice it’s getting cold “ his whiny voice came out as he clawed at your waist trying to pull you closer to him to get you to look at his pouted face.

“ fine whatever then i’ll just eat it all and i’ll never make you lunch again “ he puffed out as he moved to steal your second plate away he’d given you thinking it would encourage you to eat your first only for you to squint your eyes at a table in front of the both of you

His body moving on instinct to follow your eyes as you stared curiosily at the table.

His body turning hard as he noticed what was happening ‘ fucking hell ‘ he thought as he pushed the plate back in front of you ‘ again ‘

He moved to place his head on your shoulder speaking “ god look at ‘er she doesn’t even have any rice “

you tried to drown him out as he continued “ can you imagine actually enjoying yer lunch with no rice “ he scoffed “ almost sad “

he smiled as he dug his forehead into your shoulder “ but you eat rice baby “ he moved to kiss and nip at your neck “ and I love you for it your my rice baby “

“ r-rice baby “ he laughed “ osumu what is that babe“

“ ah I see that’s all it took huh ? “

“ hmm “

“ to get your attention away from the girl who lacks rice“

your eyebrows went down as you stared at her more.

Eyes racking over her plate before you looked down at yours eyes almost tearing up at that alone “ babe “

“ yes y/n “

“ can you go ge—just go get me a milk I swear i’ll drink it all “

he sat still for a moment forehead pressed to your neck before it fell to your shoulder and he finally dragged it down to the table.

His arm covering it giving his head its own home

“ hmm osumu babe can you do that i’ll give you the money back I swear I won’t waste it “

his voice came out soft as he hid his nervous emotion from you his bottom lip tucked away in his teeth right hand fidgeting with his pants

“ n-no you have to eat “

“ but osumu ple— “

“ e-eat first and i’ll go get the milk “ his eyes were creased in concern he knew he couldn’t look at you he would give in for the 5th time this week and just suck it up and go get the milk and leave you to eat no lunch and go all day without something to eat

“ I swear if you eat your lunch and f-finish it “ he started moving his legs in anxiousness

what if you hated him

“ then i’ll go get the milk “

“ why — “ you ripped your face away from the girls plate and turned to look at the back of your boyfriends head

“ osumu why are you doing this please — can you just go get the milk I didn’t bring my lunch card and I don’t have any money right now“

his leg moved up and down faster “ shit “ he let out quietly he knew he was cornered

“ baby I swear i’ll eat the lunch after the milk — swear it “

he knew there’d be no time for you to.

You’d have to eat one or the other and he just knew you would choose the milk

You two always did this he would give in and then go get it and come back and the bell would ring and you would leave your bento box and he would end up taking it home to stuff it full of the next days lunch

While he watched as you sat unhappily for the rest of the day.

Him hearing your stomach growling only for you to pass it off as the volleyball he just smacked down in his practice game

“ y/n babe — my love I can’t “

your body shook at his words

he can’t ?

“ you don’t have any lunch money or your card either ? “

he chewed into his lip harder “ no-no y/n I just I don’t want to “

your heart broke “ but osamu i’m hungry “

“ then eat the lunch I made for you in the bento box that you didn’t eat out of yesterday “

“ I—I don’t want that I want milk please “

“ why “ he got louder “ why do you want the milk huh“

“ because I “ you shut your mouth as he was now screaming to the ground his head still covered

could he not look at you ?

“ you don’t want the milk just because you want it you want the milk because that chick with no rice only drinks milk —- you want to be like her or some shit I know —I see it “

your heart dropped as it felt like your body had been weighed down “ what no I — I don’t “

“ yes you do why else are you always staring at her — you started working out — only drinking milk because she does it’s almost like she’s your inspiration isn’t that what you call it your body inspo“

“ i— osumu how dare you “

“ how dare I ? “ he laughed as his head whipped up to face you obvious hurt in his voice

“ how dare you when you make me watch you suffer and then you say shit like it’s fine i’ll eat at home only for me to call and your outside working out “

he grabbed your hands “ y/n baby this isn’t good ok you like food you love it so why are you so against it now “

you looked away as he pulled you into a hug

“ I know I can’t make you do anything but — please just eat your food today and then i’ll get you milk afterwards ok “

he moved to press a small kiss to your forehead as he moved the plate in front of you over “ let’s start working on ourselves today “

he placed the chopsticks in your shaky hand as he brung them up for a kiss “ we’ll create our own body inspo yeah ? “

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sunrisefairy · 3 years

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Cameras and crushes

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warning: Alcohol, small mention of death, pure fluffiness

Summary: Y/N is used to being a background character someone you glaze over but never really notice. But more recently she longed for someone to see her, well she longed for a certain redhead to see her.

A/N: Wrote this for @theweasleysredhair writing challenge based off the prompt “You remembered?” very proud of this fic so i hope you love it as much as i do. All feedback is welcomed :))))

italics represent a flashback

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Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. Growing up with 3 older and much louder brothers she was pretty happy with sticking to the sidelines, letting them be noisy and crazy while she kept to herself. Y/N grew up with mostly boys around her, her mother passed away when she was young. Y/N would always beg her brothers and her dad for stories of her mother, wanting to feel closer to her. Y/N’s dad would fondly retell memories of his beautiful wife, reminiscing on how witty and charismatic she was. He’d mention all the small, quirky things she would do which made him fall hard and fast for her. Y/N longed for that kind of love, she longed for someone to take notice of her in the way her dad did for her mum. Ever since Y/N was a little girl she yearned to be heard and seen but that proved difficult when you’re as shy and quiet as her.

Judging by most of the people in Y/N’s life she seemed to attract the boisterous types, guessing her quiet nature balanced them out. She loved her friends with her entire heart, even if their personalities were the opposite of hers, Y/N wouldn’t change their qualities if she could.

One of her friends, although still lively and vibrant as the others, also had a calm and tranquil side to him. George Weasley. Y/N had only known George for a few years having met at Lee Jordan’s 18th birthday 3 years ago. Somehow that night she had ended up climbing a tree with the tall redhead whom she had only met 30 minutes prior.

“How the hell did you get up to that branch?” Y/N mumbled, trying to figure out how to reach the higher branch where George Weasley was currently sitting, his long legs swinging back and forth as he chuckled at the girl below him.

“I used that branch sticking out there and then swung my leg up to get here.” George points to the branch to the girls left.

Y/N grunts as she attempts what George said but huffs and pouts her lip feeling defeated, “you forget that I have little legs, unlike you Mr. giraffe.”

George rolls his eyes and stretches his hand out, “try again, I’ll help pull you up.”

Somehow, George manages to pull Y/N up and they sit comfortably next to one another up high in the tree. “There you go little bunny, don’t go falling off now.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the nickname wishing she had brought her cider up with her feeling very self-conscious and unsure of what to do her shaking hands.

The pair fall into a comfortable silence, watching the party goers below them gathered around a very intoxicated birthday boy chanting as he chugs another beer, “we love to drink with Lee cause Lee is our mate and when we drink with Lee he gets it down in 8…7…”

Their voices drown out as George gently nudges Y/N’s shoulder pulling her attention back to him, “soo, Y/N I hear you’re not much of the talker?”

Y/N blushes hard grateful for the lack of light outside. “No I guess not. Not many are interested in what I have to say.”

George smiles, his eyes not leaving the girl beside him, “well I am. Tell me something.”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip nervously and looks back at the drunk crowd, “like what?”

George shrugs, he didn’t really mind what the conversation was about, he just wanted to hear the pretty girl speak. “I dunno, anything. Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Y/N racks her brain for something to talk about, her palms getting sweaty from the long silence. Finally, she settles on something that always fills her with joy, her mother.

“Um okay so,” she starts staring at the leaves swaying in the tree, pushing down the anxiety. “Before my mother died she always had this film camera with her, my dad used to joke around saying that she loved this camera more than him,” Y/N chuckles quietly before continuing “She would take photos of the most random things, we have this big box back home filled with all the photos she ever took with that camera.” Y/N pauses, fumbling with her fingers. “I wish we still had the camera. You see after my mum passed, dad had to look after us 4 kids and with only one income coming in, it was pretty tough. For my 12th birthday I reeeaaally wanted a new bike, I’d complained for years that I couldn’t have my brothers old one because it was a gross boy’s bike. So, my dad sold my mums camera to get me a pink one. Kind of wish he didn’t because I would have loved to still have mum’s camera with us.”

Y/N finished and chewed her lip realising speaking about her dead mother probably wasn’t a great conversation piece, but any story of her mother always made her feel warm inside.

George hadn’t taken his eyes off her throughout the whole story, his heart fluttering when her eyes had lit up as she spoke about her mother.

“I’m sorry, probably not what you wanted to hear, it was the first thing that popped into my head.” Y/N mumbled.

George simply shook his head and replied, “you don’t ever have to apologise to me for saying what’s on your mind Y/N. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

For the first time in a while, Y/N felt seen.

Y/N’s phone dings and she pulls it from her pocket to read the message.

-Hey bunny :) so 4 tonight, we’re aiming to get to urs at like 7. does that work for u?

It was from George. Even if she didn’t have his number saved, she’d be able to tell it was from the redhead simply from his choice of nickname. Y/N hated when he called her bunny but George insisted on using the nickname ever since Lee’s 18th mainly because he thought it was cute not that he would tell her that.

Y/N’s heart thumped harder in her chest purely from the fact that George had texted her. Her crush on George had amplified over the years of knowing the boy, feeling both thankful and uneasy at the fact that he had so effortlessly slotted into their tight friendship group mainly because he was always around making Y/N a stuttering mess.

Y/N’s fingers fumble as she types out a response, it was her birthday today and all her friends we’re persistent in throwing her a party. They had agreed to a small gathering at Y/N’s place, Y/N didn’t want them to make such a fuss over it.

-Hey Georgie, 7 is perfect! Cant wait.

-See u then bunny, hope ur ready to get ur drink on ;)

-IDK, after the other weekend I dont think im ready to face alcohol again

-nope! no excuses from u, u only turn 21 once

Y/N chuckles at George’s message and goes back to tidying her house, ready for tonight.

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As soon as it hits 7pm her friends are barging through her front door lugging drinks.

Each of them greet Y/N giving her a hug and wishing her happy birthday.

“We’ll do presents later, first let’s get some drinks into us!” Angelina cheers as she starts to mix some deadly concoction. Alicia connects her phone to the speaker, the living room filling with music.

Y/N jumps as a voice pipes up from behind her, “happy birthday little bunny.”

She turns facing George as he places a brightly coloured wrapped box on the counter with the other presents. He opens his arms, engulfing her into a giant hug. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze, “thanks” she mumbles into his chest before pulling away looking up at his warm eyes. They stare at each other for a second before the moment is broken when Fred places something on Y/N’s head.

“A birthday tiara for the birthday girl” Fred states loudly, Y/N glances at the mirror hanging from the wall on her left sees a plastic silver and pink tiara perched upon her head.

“Oh god,” Y/N mumbles adjusting it slightly.

Lee shouts over the music, drawing everyone’s attention over to him. “Okay everyone, the ever lovely Angie has made us each a questionable looking but delicious drink to start the night. So get your butts over here and let’s get this party started!”

A few hours and many, many drinks later, everyone is huddled in the living room, sitting on the couches watching Y/N open her presents. So far, she had gotten some perfume from Angelina, chocolates and a gorgeous photo frame from Alicia and Fred and Lee had gifted Y/N with a bottle of wine and voucher from the little boutique at the corner of her street. Y/N’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so much and her heart swelled at the sweet gifts her friends had gotten her.

“Okay, only one left,” Alicia says, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Probably the best one,” Fred whispers to Lee.

“Of course it’s going to be the best one you idiot,” Angelina says as a matter of fact, overhearing the two boys.

George, who is sitting to Y/N’s right, hands over the brightly colour box, trying to hide his excitement and nerves. “Here you go Y/N, happy birthday.”

The box feels heavy in Y/N’s grasp as she places it in her lap tearing off the wrapping paper. Y/N glances around, noticing everyone’s eager eyes on her. She sees Angelina nudge Alicia’s side smiling at each other knowingly. Y/N furrow her brows, slightly confused then draws her attention back to the box. She ripped off the paper carefully and uncover a brown box, no hints as to what is inside.

“Oh my god, hurry up and open it the suspense is killing me!” Fred says impatiently, George whacks him across the head telling him to shut up.

Y/N take off the lid and immediately her mouth gapes open finally seeing what’s inside. She shakily lifts the film camera out of the box and hold it so gently as if it’s made of diamonds and gold.

Small tears prick in Y/N’s eyes, shocked and surprised at George’s gift, it looks exactly like the one her mother had.

She manages to squeak out a small, “you remembered?” referring to the first conversation they had 3 years prior.

George has a small smile etched onto his lips. “Of course I did, I remember everything you tell me. I take a lot of pride in knowing everything about you actually.” He says, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Yeah like what?” Y/N cradles the camera in her arms.

“Well,” George starts. “I know that you hate the smell tequila because it reminds you of your 18th when you spent most of the night by the toilet. I know that you can’t sleep if the room is dead quiet. I know that you love buying plants but can never seem to keep them alive. I know you never wear matching socks because you think it’s a fun way to spice up an outfit.” He finishes smugly.

Alicia and Angelina let out a small aww in the background reminding Y/N of the 4 other sets of eyes watching her and George right now.

“Well there’s one thing you don’t know about me.”

“Yeah? What’s that then?” George counters.

Y/N doesn’t know where she musters up the courage from to speak the next words, maybe from the alcohol buzzing through her body or finally being sick of keeping this to herself for the past 3 years. Whatever it may be, she’s rather proud of herself, ignoring the way her stomach churns.

“That I have a huge crush on you.”

She expected George to laugh in her face before rejecting her gently. What Y/N definitely didn’t expect was him to cradle her face in his large hands, pressing a sweet but passionate kiss to her pink lips. She squeaks in surprise before melting into the kiss, gripping onto his shirt tightly, scared he would slip away.

Much to Y/N’s dismay George pulls away from the kiss tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear, “no I knew that too.”

“Wha-how?” Y/N stutters.

The attention is pulled to Alicia as she begins to speak, “it wasn’t much of a secret babe. Everybody knew you were crushing on George. Can’t believe it took either one of you so long to do something about it.”

“Little Georgie here spent months trying to find that camera for you as a way to confess his undying love for you.” Fred reaches over and ruffles his twin’s hair who shoves him off.

“Yep, we were all so bloody excited for you to open his presents so you two can stop pining over each other.” Lee adds downing the rest of his drink then standing up. “Right, now the two love birds have finally confessed their feelings. Who’s up for a round of beer pong? Reigning champion here has yet to be defeated.”

“You’re on Jordan, that ego of yours has gotten large enough.” Fred challenges, everyone moving over to the table to set up for beer pong. Leaving Y/N and George alone on the couch.

George wraps his lanky arm around Y/N’s shoulder pulling her into his side, “I hope you’re enjoying your birthday bunny.”

Y/N grins widely, playing with her new camera before lifting it up and aiming it at George. “best birthday ever Georgie, thank you.” She squeezes the button down, snapping a picture of George who is staring at her like she’s the only person in the world.

Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. But for once she doesn’t mind being the centre of someone’s undivided attention.

#George weasley #George weasley one shot #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley fanfic #george weasley fluff #george weasley fan fic #Fred and george #george weasley imagine #twrh9kwritingchallenge

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(( aight so everyone Hii :D welcome to McDonalds and this is my b- so anyways this is a story i had when i was dreaming and i wrote a story about it im bad at writing shit so ehh anyways oughhhh.)) You were chilling by your self as usually leaning on a wall just listening to what People Were Saying cause yes. you cant keep your ears to yo self. Your just listening to some agents talking about candice jokes that kinda stuff those deez nuts jokes. not funny really. till you come across these two random agents for now lets call them the ‘’Stupid mf’s’’ cause yes you will call them that. They were talking about Hank and how He was gonna attack the base or something. You Didn't know anything about it. but you let your big mouth do the talking. ‘’That's some cap right there.’’ You said crossing your arms ‘’y/n. we aren't joking. we are being for real right now.’’ The one remarked to you ‘’Pfttt. YOLO!!!’’ you yelled ‘’and no its not time for memes. y/n.’’ that agent replied while the other one stared at u both like. ‘’why do i work here with these lunatics.’’ You walked away to go train/do something. you took a cigar outta your back pocket and lit it smoking it. a random agent comes and runs. almost making you hit your head ‘’what the f-’’ you said as your hair went up then went down he a runner he track starrrrr. ‘’alright y/n. take its for real.’’ you say in your head your trying to process in your head what the hell is going on here. while putting away the cigar. or throwing it on the floor. anyways, you were speechless. and stopped processing what the fuck was going on. ‘’oh fu-’’ ‘’AY NO CUSSING’’ the janitor screamed at you realization then hit you like a bullet. fuck. hank was here. that bastard. you heard more gun shots and ran off like a coward you didn't wanna get shot how sheriff did after all you spotted a box and hid behind it. while breathing heavily holding your chest as the gun shots grew nearer and tons of agents on the floor dead. then you just hear the noise of metal boots click on the floor. guess hank was a material girl after all. Y/N!! SNAP OUTTA THE JOKES GOD DAMN IT. Y/N! hank searched around the place and it seemed he didn't spot you YET. UNTIL YOUR DUMB self just. Decides To Get Up and peak moving there whole body just to see if he left or not. he easily spotted you. ‘’ah f-’’ you start running away faster then sheriff dad left him Hank was right behind you. walking? bitch walk up. what you tryin to do?????? huh.. baby man. you say in no time he catches up to you. and grabbing you like a misbehaved child. your right now in fear and screaming. ‘’LEMME GO LEMME GO ITS COVID 19 YO BOZO BITCH!!!!’’ you say trying to get out of his grasp biting his arm aggressively I guess that aggravated him Cause next thing you know your being held by your feet tightly. and a death stare from hank he didn't say anything but looked away from you. you just. starting trying to get out of his grasp again screaming louder enough to piss off the man he was now dangling you next to his mouth WAIT W- you were screaming in your head while sweating hank pulled down his mask to reveal a damn metal jaw? A WH- heck nah- hank opens his maw and just.. swallows you whole. no choking- fricken whole- he didn't even take his time. the grunt isn't going no where. eat it gently- you side down to his throat and down to his gut. your in a complete panic squirming and kicking ‘’hey keep it down in there.’’ hank said. ONE WORD!!!! YALL HE SAID A WORD!!!!!! YOOO!!!! thought he was mute for a se- THATS NOT THE POINT!!! you stay still cause who knows what hank can do to you. once hes in full control with you. I mean like not really but- you catch me right?- hank then walks along and your just sitting in there. suffering maybe. a lot. not really. cause your board out of your mind you just start leaning on hanks stomach walls I guess trying to get comfy??- NANI? y/n I didn't know u were into this but- HECK YAAAAA. jk. jk enough jokes. anyways. hank exited the building walking back to the base I guess. and you still chilling vibing. he reaches his destination while stepping in. he was welcomed with 2 men of some sorts. WAIT A MIN DID HE JUST CARRY YOU HOME!!!!!? AYYYY CARE ME BACKKKKK!!!!!!!!- well there was no way anyone can hear you. I guess so just stay chill. ya know. and then there was a grandpa. I mean- a doctor. I mean. man lets just call him 2bdammed. for short. personally he immediately asks hank a question. ‘’hank did you bring the person I asked for?’’ the peepaw said ‘’...’’ hank just stood there speechless with out saying anything. which is leaving him a bit suspicious. don't ya say?- ‘’hank.. what did you do this time..’’ the peepaw sounded pissed. but hank didn't budge still 2bdammed then looks at hank ‘’spit em out hank-’’ peepaw says facepalming. hank spits you out ‘’YAYYY ME LORD AND SAVIOR!!!”’ you scream on the top of your lungs running and getting snatched. ‘’oh no you don't.’’ the peepaw grabs you. ‘’we gotta do test’s on ya.’’ he finishes his sentence. but you cant help it but shed a tear.

#h4nk #mawdness combat

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