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tiredinwinter · 2 years

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All I want is a waltz…

A/N: Hi guys, this is my debut of contributing something to the fandom and I hope you like it <3

It’s soft, it's sweet and I’m slightly nervous to put it out here. Please come say hi and tell me what you think!! I’d love to make new friends in this fandom!!

My inspiration/gif source

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Harry/(Y/N), any era

Tags: dancing, ballet, fluff, just softness and comfort

Summary: (Y/N) picks up ballet as a hobby again and gets really excited about it. Harry is being the supportive and soft boyfriend and makes a dream come true.

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Harry is all nestled up on the couch when he hears the front door fall closed. “I’m baaaack”, He hears her shout down the hall, followed up by some rustling and shuffling. He sets his book down and looks up the hallway with anticipation, hoping to get a glimpse of his girlfriend. “How did it go, love?” he asks, curious to see her reaction. “Ahhh it was so much fun”, (Y/N) giddily hops down the hallway towards the big couch. “I did a double pirouette! And then we started working on a new waltz combination that was absolutely gorgeous!” Her eyes are sparkling as she talks and Harry can’t help himself but smile. Completely absorbed in her thoughts she puts her pointer finger on her lower lip. “I am still not friends with doing ronde de jambes but maybe I’ll get there.” Then she leans in closer to him. “I used to skip them in the online classes all the time but there’s really no way around them, when your teacher is watching you like a hawk.”, she says in a hushed voice just to break out in giggles a moment later. Harry silently smirks up to her and gives her a peck on the cheek, still enjoying the show of giddy rambles.

“But really Harry, I am so thrilled about that new combination”, (Y/N) grabs his hands and gives them a firm squeeze. “I’ve been listening to waltzes the entire drive home. It will never leave my mind, I hope we will continue to work on it next week” she sighs dreamily, pulling up Harry's hands to cover her reddened cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed class, petal. You were so hyped when you left the house and now look at you, you're glowing.”

Harry has always been a very supportive boyfriend but seeing how much joy the classes she took brought to (Y/N), they gradually became a highlight of his week as well. It’s just so sweet to see her reaction once she has made her way back home or even how she acts during the entire day with the promise of a ballet class at night. Ever since (Y/N) picked up ballet again, the whole atmosphere in the apartment changes each tuesday. As the anticipation towards class grew, classical music blasts through the speakers and there is no such thing as walking anymore. Whatever she does, wherever she goes, (Y/N) is dancing along to the music. Harry finds it very endearing to watch her move so gracefully through the entire apartment. If he had known that ballet brought her this much fun, he would’ve encouraged (Y/N) earlier to pick up her old hobby again.

Ballet classes for adults were a rarity from the small town (Y/N) lived in before. She quit ballet in her late teens back then and it hadn’t crossed her mind to go searching for studios nearby as they moved together. The whole act of moving, the beginning of her new semester at university and Harry trying to wrap up his album were overwhelming on it’s own. But some nights it was just too much for her, she felt like there was a lot of planning going on, always keeping her mind busy and leaving her with so much physical energy left in her. She needed some sort of hobby to find some balance. Something to go out of the house for. Something that’ll keep her mind from buzzing and her body from getting jittery at night when she’s trying to wind down from the day.

“Yes, that studio really is a dream come true, everythings perfect there and the people are sooo nice”, with a kiss on each back of Harry's hands she lets them go and walks away from the couch. “I’ll be right back. I need to shower now, I’m unbearably sweaty”, (Y/N) laughs as she walks over to the bathroom and leaves Harry on the couch with his book.

Harry is so submerged in his book that he doesn’t even notice (Y/N) sneaking back in the room until she hugs him over the back of the couch, nuzzling into his neck. “I know that dancing is something you really enjoy”, he hears her say. Harry’s ears perk up and he begins to smirk. Let’s see where this goes, he thinks and already has an idea of what might be on her mind. “That I do, love”, is all he says, looking at her. She just came out of the shower, only wearing panties and a big t-shirt, stray, wet locks of hair dangling down on Harry's shoulders as she is leaning close. “Sooooooo…”, she fondles the collar of Harry’s t-shirt to keep her hands occupied. “I was wondering, if maybe we could dance together?” He looks over to her and sees a shy look on her face. (Y/N) rolls herself over the back of the couch to let herself fall overdramatically in the lap of her boyfriend, arms flopped over her head, gesturing as she talks. “When I see you dance, it’s mostly that little happy dance, or on stage with Pauli that best friend dance. And it's sweet and I love it so much but I was actually wondering if we could dance a waltz together..?” Her shoulders rise and she squints her eyes with a faithful smile towards him, now fondling with the hem of her own T-shirt, waiting slightly insecure for a response. Harry chuckles lightly and is already all in, but (Y/N) continues: “I know, I know, here we go again with the waltz, but hear me out. I have always dreamed of dancing a pas de deux in ballet or even a normal waltz with a partner. But we never had enough boys at our little ballet school back then and…”, (Y/N) lets out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know, that class just brought that dream up and it’s all I can think of right now.” (Y/N) rambles through her sentences and ends in a pout. Harry leans down to kiss her. “I’d love to dance a waltz with you,” Harry says fondly. With those words out, there is no holding back anymore for her, as she pulls Harry down for another sloppy kiss. It’s messy and sweet and her hands frame Harry’s face and hold on to him tight. The kiss ends in giggles and (Y/N) jumps up to get things ready. She pulls up her phone to look up one of her favorite songs and connects it to the audio system they have in the living room. Harry slowly walks over to her, to see how things are gonna take place. He might have done the Treat People with Kindness Choreography, quite a bit of dancing in his time with OneDirection and the casual ballroom or slow dance at weddings and family gatherings. But it’s all a bit rusty and he deeply hopes for some guidance, glancing over to his girlfriend. (Y/N) is completely taken in by her search for the perfect song and is unaware of being watched. She looks so soft in the dim light of the living room, her hair lies on her shoulders, slowly scrunching up in precious curls he loves so much.

“Okay this is the one I had in mind, might not be the most classical piece, but it’s slow enough for us to figure this out”, she says, putting her phone next to the speakers, turning towards him “It’s been some time, right? Do you want me to explain the basic step pattern?”she asks as she walks over to him. Harry gladly accepts the offer with a nod. “Okay, no worries! You need to start with the right foot forward, then with the left foot you go to the side and the right foot closes next to it. After that the left foot goes back, right goes to the side and left closes,” she says, standing next to Harry, so he can look at her feet, as she demonstrates his steps. “We could just start with that, and then we’ll just see how it goes. Is that okay?”, she asks with a soft smile on her lips and her head tilted to the side just slightly. It’s clearly visible how much she is looking forward to this and Harry starts getting excited as well, just from the happiness of (Y/N). She is like a little sun, the emotions radiating off of her and Harry happily soaks it up as much as he can. Another kiss to his lips and she walks over to press play.

The first few notes from the song fill the living room and (Y/N) makes slow strides with elongated legs, bending her knees softly once her feet touch the ground. She reaches for Harry’s hand who doesn’t hesitate to pull her closer once she’s near enough. His other hand finds its place in between her shoulder blades with her arm draped on top of his, while she holds onto his shoulder.

They slowly take their first steps, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the song playing. After a while Harry feels comfortable looking up and not worrying about stepping on (Y/N)’s toes, he is greeted with the heart shaped eyes of his girlfriend. She seems unbearably lost in the moment, only has eyes for him and as he slowly adds a turn to each of his steps, which lets their basic step move them around the living room in a circle. “Thank you H. Thanks so much for doing this with me”, she whispers in a small voice. A soft gaze still in her eyes, which Harry returns with just as much softness. “Anything for you. Love seeing you this happy.”, he returns softly, letting go of his hand on her back to twirl her on the next step. (Y/N) giggles as she is spun around the room.

They quickly fall into their self made dance routine, pick up on the ques of each other and find a pattern according to the music, varying some spins and turns in their basic step. When the peticularly picked song comes to an end and another waltz starts playing, Harry twirls (Y/N) round one more time to pull her closer to his body afterwards, shifting their waltz steps into a slow dance. “Love you so much, petal”, he mumbles as he presses kisses to her neck. A deep sigh comes from (Y/N) as she melts into his touch. “I love you more.”

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Hi again, I tried to break up the fic in little abstracts to make it easier to read. Hope it's an easy read, I have no clue what this will look like on mobile hahah

Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it would help me immensely to be less lonely here lol

#harry styles #my writing #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #ballet #dancing #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfic

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skywalking-through-life · 7 months

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3, 4, and 64 for the ask prompts :D

Ahhh, thank you for this ask! I love talking about my thoughts/process/whatever! 💙

3. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

This has got to be like a 9 for me, because I LOVE adding sweet little romantic moments into my fics, and will take every opportunity to do so! Most of my currently published fics feature percabeth, either heavily or mentioned/implied, because I love their love so much. 😭 But in general, I just like incorporating lots of moments of love! They aren't always romantic depictions of descriptions of love, but I think creating little moments of tenderness between characters is part of the way that I try to put a little more love into the world, and that's a mission I take seriously. ❤️ Here's one that's JUST romance, but it's a bit odd and a bit steamy, so mind the tags:

4. What's the plot bunny you've been carrying the longest? (and do you ever wonder why you haven't written it yet?)

OOF. I kind of can't say too much about this one, because I am actually in the middle of VERY seriously plotting it out right now! Without giving too much away, it explores what it might look like if certain authorities took an interest in a whole bunch of oddly talented, troublemaking kids who all happen to attend a certain summer camp on Long Island. 💀And I'll be honest: the reason I haven't written it yet is because it's going to be pretty dark, and that makes me NERVOUS. I have spent a LONG time working up the courage to even start putting an outline down on paper, and have gotten a lot of encouragement from a lot of lovely fellow writers as I've started outlining in earnest. So it's coming! Probably after I finish my current series. I hope y'all can trust me to tackle some really pretty dark themes. ❤️

64. What is your favorite title for a fic you've read?

There are SO many good titles out there, but for me, the standout has to be 'O Dionysus (Please Bless This Joint)' by anxioustofu on ao3. I scream with laughter every time I see it pop up anywhere, and I highly recommend it to anyone who is okay with the more adult content. (CWs: drug use, implied sexual activity) Find it here:

#pjo fic #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #fic rec

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marvel-m-lee · 2 years

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Embarrassing Moments

1666 Words

Famous Y/n (actor)

Summary: Y/n was at a QnA with her co stars Robert Sheeran and Emmy Raver-Lampman when a certain question is asked which leads to some embarrissing tickle story on Y/ns part...

Based off this QnA 38:45 minutes in h͟e͟r͟e͟

A/n: i was shaving my legs and watching this video and now this fanfic exists and I need sleep before school. Why do I do this for a dead fandom? Who knows...

You laughed, shuffling yourself on the couch a little and smiling at the large crowd of people.

You were doing a Q&A on The Umbrella Academy and just you and your co-stars. You sat next to Emmy and Robert sat next to her, the three of you resting on a white peach sofa and answering fan questions.

You were about halfway through and had a sip of water, smiling at all the guests and fans who joined you.

Emmy and Robert were talking about something you were unable to answer and laughing, finishing up for the next question. You smiled at them, excited for the new season to come out and finally being able to do interviews with the cast again.

You put your water down as the host pointed to one of the question stands and a person stepped forwards, they seemed a little younger than you and prepared themselves for their question after you'd been asked about Disney princesses.

"Hi" the host introduced and the poor kid seemed rather nervous. A wobbly hi in return.

"Hi- um, I have a quick question? What's the most embarrassing thing you had to do?"

Emmy's face did a whole drop at the question making you burst out laughing. The host thankfully finished the kids question for them, clearing up that it was on set.

Emmy turned to you and laughed, then looked back at the crowd, "oh I was like- in life??? AhHh-" the three 0f you laughed along together.

"Yeah, no, with these two we'd be here all night-" you joked, earning laughter from the crowd and your co-stars.

Emmy was lost in her own laughter which you adored. In all fairness everyone in the cast loved Emmy's laugh as it was so contagious.

"Um.. oddly dancing was tough for me-" Robert admitted. You looked at him shocked, but Emmy nodded along. "It was.. it was tricky-"

"Really? You think that was your most embarrassing?" You asked surprised. Robert nodded and laughed at your reaction.

"Yeah- I mean- also it was my first day filming so- there was like a hundred people on set and I was like hello, hiya, hello, hi, and then their like ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ!" everyone in the room burst out laughing at his sudden voice change. "So- that was pretty embarassing"

You laughed along with the rom but looked at him in surprise, "really? Out of all the things you had to do as a character the dancing got you?" once again laughter filled the room but you were honestly curious- now you were like the eeger fan.

"i mean, yeah- ive already done half of those things in real life so-"

"Like he drugs?" Emmy butted in, laughing and doubling over.

"Yeah!-" Robert stiffled a giggle and ajusted himself. "No but yeah, it was just very- straight forward and, again, it was my first day so it was a shocker"

"yeah- but i feel like you could have done better than that-" yoy rolled your eyes, smirking and acting unsatisfied with his answer which made the room laugh at your childish antics.

It was nice for the crowd to see your interactions with the older cast, you were around Aidens age give or take so they enjoyed watching the sibling rivalry you had with the cast members.

"Sorry Y/n- but honestly- yeah, yeah. That was actually harder than i thought- the scenes where you dont actually talk, are sometimes the scenes that are actually the trickiest"

"im so disapointed in you both" you shook your head jokingly.

"hey! No but we really, we mainky just have like funny moments" Emmy replied, looking at you. You actually agreed with her though, nodding. Things werent really as embarising as they were funny or memerable.

"Im always getting peoples names wrong actually- thats pretty embarrising? Especially when youve been working with them for like 2 months" Robert cringed. Just then Emmy jumped up and tapped both your and Robberts laps excititedly.

"oh! oh oh! Waot actually, i completely ate shit this season-" the look of excitememt on your face as you quickly realised what she was talking about was brilliant.

"Oh yeah!- yeah! Was that?-" you couldnt stop yourself from laughing as she nodded, laughing with you.

"Wait- wait what?"

"when she fell in the driveway-" you laughed harder and had to remove the mic beside you so everyone wouldnt hear your loud laughter.

Roberts face of realisation followed by an oohhhhh was hilarious making you laugh harder. He also laughed with you both and Emmy quickly composed herself- faster than yiu at least.

"you wouldnt have seen it yet- well i hope not"

"noooo i hope it comes out in the blooper shots" you laughed, "i can imagine the edits of you just faceplanting to the beat and-" you burst out laughing again, replaying her falling over in an edit where she just falls to the beat and had to compose yourself as you almost started crying.

"Oh my god youre crying-" Robert noticed, laughing hard at the situation and how hilarious you thought it was.

After a couple of moments you finally composed yourself and was nudged by Emmy. "How about you anyway, what was your emnarrising moment?"

"moments" you corrected, "honestly it was just terrible, they were all so cruel to me-" You joked, but Robert snuck round and poked you in the side, teasing you and making you jump a little.

For a moment you and your co star looked at one another, Robert reminding you of a very common yet embarrising thing they would all do to you. He teased a smirk on his face as you tried to glare at him.

Emmy looked back and forth between you both before realising Robert had snuck his hand behind her to poke you, she then jumped realising what you were both talking about.

"OH! Oh yeah- i almost forgot about that- oh you definately got it the worst actually" she laughed.

Robert looked away, grinning that he'd brought up a lovely embarrising situation for you. He looked at the crowd and could see as they were all confused at what was happening.

"wait- wait what happened?" The host asked, laughing at your expression as you tried to hide yourself as a blush grew on your face a little.

"You and Aiden definately got it worst actually if we're talking about that. Youre both so adorable-"

"Emmy!?" Your face was blushing a lot now at remembering the situation.

"yeah, ours was lame in comparison to yours actually Y/n/n" Robert laughed.

"Youre both so mean."

"go on, tell them what they want to hear about your embarrising moments" He nodded at the crowd and you gave him a half annoyed mostly joking face.

"i told you guys their cruel" You shifted yourself, avoiding the question which only earned you a poke from Emmy, grinning wating for you to answer. They both knew how flustered you'd get, and it was very rare and something that always made you nervous because you never knew how to act.

"come onnnn" she teased, Robert sat up, turning to you much like Emmy was. Like kids waiting to be read a bedtime story.

You deadpanned them both before grunting and sighing. Shifting yourself to answer.

"So in the show, with my power they usually put me in a harness or some other things- which is always awesome, but when were done before im let out these lot like to bully me-"

"its become some like ritural where before we get the crew to let them out we get to tickle them senseless" Robert finished, knowing fully well you wouldnt be able to but also giddy to tell the story himself.

"its always so cute because they'll just be hanging there and watching us approach or whoevers on set with them and they start laughimg before we even do anything" Emmy and Robert seemed much more keen on telling this story so you hid yourself behind your hands but couldnt stop your cheeks glowing red.

"its so adorable" Robert teased, poking you again and making you jump to glare at him. The crowd laughed and giggled, watching as Robert made some teasing grabby hands to you, making you smile wobbly and roll your eyes.

"I hate you both" you said embarressed.

"Aw" Emmy awed laughing along with Robert and the crowd, "dont feel embaressed, its cute, plus you love it" she comforted, putting a hand on yiur shoulder but then tickling your neck to make you giggle.

"Ehemmy! Stahap!- not nohow!" You giggled, swatting her away.

"oh so we have permissiom to do this later?" Robert teased, am arm behind the couch and relaxing.

"maybe, i'll think about it" you replied, trying to play it off cool and looking away. You then jokingly pulled the mic uo to your face and whispered that you'd need a ride and help straight after this making everyone in the room laugh.

"there our embarrising moments probably- Y/n definately takes the cake though" Emmy teased.

You all thanked the person for their question and the other questions continued as normal for about another 15 minutes or so before it did have to end.

Robert and Emmy and the whole main cast had figured out you enjoyed tickles early on in the first season thanks to this little thing you had going on, and you were okay with that. But you didnt want the whole world to know just yet, and so whenever it was brought up like this it was never offical and only teased. And much promised later backstage you were found laughing at their mercy, trying to fight them off but failing.

When you went home that night, you looked on tumblr and once again noticed how people were connecting he dots and adoring your scene as they did with many celebs. You sighed but laughed.

Embarrissing moment for sure.

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fawn-eyed-girl · 2 years

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Good bones and if Kagome fell!

Ahhh hello Lav, my dear! Thank you for asking about these two fics! Neither has gone much past the idea stage, but I've been plotting Good Bones off and on for awhile now, and If Kagome Fell is one I've been dying to write, but have been a little nervous about trying my hand at. (I'll explain why in a sec.)

First, Good Bones. It's an Usagi/Mamoru fic. I used to write Sailor Moon fanfic in my younger years--stuff that has never seen the light of day--and I've long wanted to get back to writing them, but I needed a story that worked first. I think this one is it for me.

Basically, Mamoru is a contractor, but lives next door to an absolute money pit. Like, it's a house he would NEVER buy, because just looking at it, he knows it would suck up all his resources and not be worth the flip. It's bad enough that he kind of wants to move, but he loves his house, and he really would never sell. (Not yet, anyway, because in this fic, there's a downturn in the market.)

Color him surprised, then, when on his day off, he awakens to the sound of someone bringing a dumpster over to that money pit next door. The house that he, an experienced contractor, would never even THINK of flipping. He looks out the window: it's a young woman, and four of her friends, and from the looks of the equipment they've hauled in, they are going to try and renovate the house themselves?

He rolls his eyes, knowing that they'll NEVER be able to reno this house without sinking a fortune into it.

And, yup, Usagi is the one who buys the house. And, yup, she and her friends are trying to renovate it themselves. Chaos and hijinks ensue, and Mamoru is gradually dragged into helping her with this house.

Basically, house renovations and romance, Usagi/Mamoru style.

Now, If Kagome Fell.

This is a story based on one of my favorite movies, If Lucy Fell. It's another one of those movies that just says InuKag (you know about this 🤣🤣🤣), but it's dark, and while I've wanted to write it for awhile, I was also a little bit afraid of trying it, because...dark.

Inuyasha and Kagome have been best friends for ten years. They live in an apartment in together; he's an art teacher, and she's a psychologist. They have been trying to scrape together enough money to start their own art school, but investors haven't been biting. And, to make matters worse, their love lives are non-existent. Inuyasha is hopelessly in love with the woman who lives in the apartment complex across the alley, and Kagome goes from guy to guy, never really finding "the one." In order to kick start their love lives, then, Kagome makes a radical suggestion: her 30th birthday is fast approaching, and if they aren't in solid relationships by that date, they'll take some drastic action (if you've seen the film, you know what her suggestion is, but I'm still not sure if I will do that or not, because of reasons).

Inuyasha is shocked, to say the least, but he decides to commit to talking to the mystery woman, while Kagome has to agree to go out with any guy who asks her on a date. She reluctantly agrees. Even when the guy who asks her out is a zany artist who is someone she never would have, under other circumstances, EVER dated.

So why have I been hesitant? Because it's a story where InuKag are endgame, but it's gonna take a long time for us to get there. And they have to date other people in order to realize that what they want has been right in front of them, all along. But I'm really interested in exploring them as best friends, who want more, but don't really realize it, or at least, don't know how to articulate it in the right words. I've been riding the Friends to Lovers train quite a bit in reading fics for other fandoms, and I wanted to try my hand at something like that for InuKag, too, in an AU.

My WiP Challenge List!

#wip challenge #lav asks #fawnie answers #sailor moon #mamoru chiba #tsukino usagi #good bones #inukag #if kagome fell

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phanomeheart · 4 years

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Okay so is Hank like...low key out, a la deppy before BIG and COTY? I’m on hold and scrolling through his twitter and he tweeted that he was worried that TikTok thought he’s on straight tiktok and then was relieved when it went “back to bisexual D&D tiktok like it’s supposed to be.” I mean he’s said stuff before and April and then Miranda’s sexuality feels in ABFE felt a little bit like tells, but this is...much louder.

I need to pay more attention to his social media clearly.

#i am just feeling all kinds of fond of this man #lol i just looked down and remembered im wearing my left hank shirt how fitting #i also very much enjoyed his pepper tiktok #also i think wix is lying to me #either im notnymber two in line or the person theyre currently talking to is having a MASSIVE issue #i just love hank #and abfe #ahhh i have so many other thoughts and feelings about it #who can i force in my life to read it and talk to me about it?#also ahhhh this gives me so many more feels about hank and dnp interactions #and the green bros praise of them and just like...if theyve talked about it #also ugh ive been interacting with hanks tweets on my fandom twitter and it makes me so nervous plz dont look at me hank #i want to tweet him about the book but i dint know if the fan one is better #or my real one where real life people follow me :/

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 favourite christmas wish 」

luke alvez x reader

summary: coming home to find you under the christmas tree, luke has some smart comments to make.

requested: no

word count: 1.6k

warnings: slight pov shift from reader to luke, few swear words, fluff

a/n: ahhh i’m so happy with this fic. idk if it’s necessarily my best work, but it’s super cute/fluffy and it’s LUKE! plus it’s christmas-y which makes me happy even though it’s clearly not very christmas-y around here rn. i wrote this as a small little writing challenge for @jillys-feral-fandoms christmas sleepover, so definitely check that out! anyways, I hope you like the fic! pls like, comment, & REBLOG if you did xx

“Roxy! Oreo!" you hiss exasperatedly.

They have to be chasing each other across the apartment, bumping into the tree as they go and knocking off some ornaments. Thankfully none of them break as they fall on the tree skirt, but they did roll under the tree a bit.

You love your pets, but sometimes they could be little menances, especially when it came to your cat. He was truly a little terror more than half the time.

When you had attended a BAU family dinner a few years ago with emily, you didn't expect to fall for her coworker and team member, Luke. As a profiler however, as well as having been your best friend for literal years, she noticed your attraction and crush on him right away.

Being herself, she encouraged you to pursue it - inviting you to more BAU outings, talking you up to Luke (without your knowledge of course), and even purposefully calling you to come pick her up from a night out drinking with the team when she had gotten a bit too tipsy.

Before long Luke was asking for your number and asking you out on a date which you had happily agreed to. You were nervous as to how your pets would react to the situation though. You know that Luke and Roxy had been the only ones in each other's lives for awhile, and the same went for you and Oreo. In your case, however, Oreo was quite possessive and attached to you. You weren't sure what bringing another person into your life would do.

Luckily after having Luke over frequently, Oreo seemed to accept him. Personally, you believe it was more due to the fact that your cat saw how happy Luke made you rather than him just accepting this new person into your lives. Either way it was exciting to see him tolerating, and even giving his attention to, Luke.

It was even better when your started to see Oreo getting along and loving Roxy a few months after you moved in with Luke. You and Luke were getting along amazingly and were more than ready to move on to the next step in the relationship, but you both knew what the risks of introducing your animals to each other were.

Luke was the brilliant mastermind for the entire ordeal, though. He was the one to suggest that the two of you slowly introduce the animals to each other before you moved in with each other. He started bringing Roxy whenever he came over, letting her get even more used to you, even though she had already accepted you from the first time you met her, as well as get used to Oreo.

He went slow with it - bringing her over just for a couple hours at a time before bringing her over when he stayed the night with you. It seemed to go okay, too. Oreo wasn't necessarily happy about this dog invading his home, but he tolerated her which you and Luke couldn't be mad about.

It's been just over a year that you've lived together now, and the two got along amazingly. Roxy loved playing and instigating Oreo when he was laying around, and Oreo loved to play and instigate her when she layed around. It's truly like they were siblings that had grown up together at this point.

You loved it, but it could be frustrating when they were being a bit too energetic playing like they were today. Realizing you needed to get the ornaments picked up before you forgot about them, you sigh and kneel down in front of the tree.

Looking under the tree, you try to figure out where they fell, but from this angle you couldn't see them. Figuring they had rollen further underneath, you resort yourself to laying face-down on the floor to try to get them.

While you could see them, you unfortunately couldn't reach them from where you were at given you had rather short arms compared to the girth of the tree you and Luke had gotten for the holidays.

Sighing, you cautiously start to wiggle yourself underneath the tree trying to reach the damn ornaments. You honestly would have left them if they weren't sentimental family pieces that you wanted to see on the tree.

One was a hand-made faux stained-glass bulb you had painted little snowflakes on in glue before covering in silver glitter. The others were character ornaments that you remember having on your tree every christmas since you were a child. It just wasn't christmas if those ornaments weren't on the tree. Therefore, under the tree you went to retrieve them.

~.~

Luke was thrilled to be coming home on time from work. Every night he got to see his favourite girls and little guy was a good night. In his mind, there's nothing better than getting to hold you in his arms each night, especially when he got to fall asleep with you in his arms.

He honestly doesn't know if he'll ever be able to thank Emily enough for getting the two of you together. When he saw you at that dinner with emily a few years ago, he knew he needed to find a way to get to know you. Not only were you breathtakingly beautiful, but you radiated this warmth in your smile and laugh that he knew would be the end of him. Having gone home that night without your number will always be his dumbest moment.

The next week when Emily came in and started talking about you to him more and more frequently though, he knew the universe was giving him another chance. He never gave it a thought that the entire reason Emily started talking about you more frequntly was because she knew you liked him though. In his mind, you couldn't possibly find him attractive. What a surprise - but also a relief - it was when you said yes to going on a date with him. Now you've been dating for nearly three years and he's never been happier.

Knowing that you more than likely haven't done anything for dinner yet, he stops by your guys' favourite takeout place and orders your favourite. He's all ready to surprise you with a rather early return home from work and a night full of cuddles and movies, but when he walks in the door to find you literally under the tree, he's the one getting surprised.

As the good boyfriend he is, he can't help but enjoy the view of your ass as you do whatever it is that you're doing. He can't help it - your ass is one of his favourite parts of your body, and he loves every part of your body.

Setting the food down on the end table closest to him, he can only smirk to himself as you wiggle around not knowing he's there.

"Well I see my present has arrived under the tree," he chuckles. "Have to say that the big guy knew exactly what I wished for."

Watching you peek out from under the tree he can see you roll your eyes, but that also means he sees the annoyed smile that only he can bring on your lips.

"I hope you're talking about all of me and not just my ass, Alvez."

Chuckling, he makes his way over to you as you reach for him in a silent demand for help.

"As much as I love your ass, hon, nothing compares to all of you. What are you even doing under there?"

"Our lovely animals knocked some ornaments down when they bumped into the tree while chasing each other earlier. I've been trying to get them, but they rolled underneath the tree a bit too far." you answer, huffing lightly.

"Do you need some help?"

"I just need you to grab them as I hand them to you. Then maybe help me get out from here myself."

Chuckling lightly, he nods and starts grabbing the few ornaments you hand out to him. Setting them on the couch for safe keeping, he moves to stand over you - one foot on either side of your body. He carefully wraps his arms around your waist and helps slide you out from under the tree, only rolling your shirt up under your breasts as he does so.

He watches as you stand up and adjust your clothes, dusting them off as well, before finally looking up to him with a big smile.

"Thank you, baby. I appreciate the help. I like seeing you home so early."

"I like being home so early. I miss you every second that I'm there." he chuckles, placing a kiss to your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, his going around your waist and lifting you up off the floor.

You giggle as you wrap your legs around his body to hold yourself up, pressing a kiss to his lips as soon as he pulls away.

"I love you, luke."

"I love you, y/n." he smiles before patting your ass to signal he's setting you down. "Now I brought home your favourite as a surprise. What do you say we eat while it's still warm?"

Chuckling at your eager nod, he sets you down and motions for you to sit while he heads out to the kitchen for drinks and silverware.

When he comes back he can't help the smile that grows on his face as you start 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas,' the snowflakes dancing across the screen while the soft music and opening credits play.

Taking a seat beside you while Roxy and Oreo finally coming out from wherever they had been hiding at the smell of food, Luke can't imagine a better night. He can't help but chuckle at his earlier comment either - you, and this life he has with you, are by far the best christmas gift he could ever want.

#criminal minds #cm fanfic #cm fluff #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez fluff

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outivv · 3 years

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Okie so,,,The Boys see their crush/ s/o walking towards them, and they say," Hey can I have your hand real quick?" The Boys give them their hand, and then their crush/ s/o just proceeds to dip kiss them right there and then. Then they let out a content sigh and thank The Boys for the energy recharge and just happily skips off, leaving the the boys a blushy mess. (send help pls, i am losing braincells and i'm getting o l d)

Synopsis: y/n asks the boys for their hand but pulls them down for a kiss instead like a cheeky bastard

Warnings: none!

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: zhongli, Diluc, childe, kaeya, and Dainsleif (tall boys gang)

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting, and I just ahhh all of your requests are always so cute, and are always amazing ideas! I’ve had a really tough time with words today so there’s probably a lot of spelling, and grammar errors :’) so I apologize for that. Anyway, aside from that, I hope you enjoy, and have an amazing day/afternoon/ evening!

— zhongli —

Zhongli was sitting at his desk on break when you started walking towards him. You worked together and would converse rather often, so this isn’t out of the ordinary.

When you asked for his hand though he complied of course, but didn’t understand what you were trying to do? That was until you pulled him towards him and peck him. It was so sudden that he didn’t get to comprehend it until after you walked off.

Which... you just walked off with a happy smile thanking him. He was lowkey annoyed that you just walked off, but smiled and thought about what just happened. He wasn’t flustered, so you failed there. But your actions did put a smile on his face for the rest of the day.

— childe —

Childe just got out of a meeting with his fellow harbingers, and walking out of the meeting room he saw you waiting for him. This wasn’t that odd, but still a please surprise.

“Ah Y/n, I was just about to go looking for you! I’ve got a mission coming up in liyue, care to join me?” He said with a smile. Often times he’d ask you to go with him on missions. He has the authority to get you out of other missions and take you with him. Might as well use that power.

You agreed, but not before asking for his hand. This was odd to say the least, he didn’t think you’d be so forward. He gave you his hand, and in less than a second you pulled him down to kiss you.

He was stunned, and didn’t have time to react because you pulled away too quickly. You acted as though nothing happened and started talking about the mission he previously told you about. Childe wasn’t going to let you flustering him slide though. So, he kissed you back. Then he walked away.

It’s no surprise that childe is bold, and most of the time does what he wants. With that being said when he was walking away he was all giddy and flustered like a kid. Neither of you won, you both were left flustered.

— Diluc —

Oh my god help this poor man.

you accompanied Diluc in locking up angels share for the night. Sometimes you did if you had nothing else to do. You were one of the few people who’s company diluc throughly enjoyed.

You were walking in peaceful silence until you reached the bridge outside of mondstadt, when you stopped and said, “oh by the way Diluc I just remembered something, can I have your hand?”

Diluc was hesitant at first, he was honestly nervous because he really liked you, and was god awful at hiding it. After a second though he complied and gave you his hand, which may or may not have been a mistake because you pulled him down to quickly kiss him.

Diluc was speechless. He was clearly shocked and flustered, this was a sight you would rarely see, Diluc of all people flustered. You looked at him for a few seconds before making your way back to your house by the winery.

You left Diluc in the dust flustered. He didn’t get much sleep that night, feeling giddy and excited his thoughts kept drifting to you and that kiss.

— kaeya —

Training new knights was no easy task, even for kaeya. He decided to take a break in his office, when you suddenly walked in.

“Aha there you are! I’ve been looking for you, and I need to ask you something.” You said with excitement in your voice. Kaeya was exhausted yes, but he couldn’t deny you of something. Plus he didn’t know what you wanted of him yet, so how could he blindly say no?

He nodded, and then you spoke up and said “great! Ok, give me your hand.” That was... not what he was expecting. He thought it was something like helping you out with something in your office? Not as simple as giving you his hand?

When he gave you his hand, and you pulled him down to kiss you he was quick to react. He wasn’t expecting it sure, but fast reflexes certainly come in handy. He put his hand behind your head, and after a few seconds pulled away. “How did you think you could get away with that exactly?” He said a grin on his face.

Kaeya was a cheeky bastard himself, so he had an odd suspicion of what you were up to. Instead of you leaving him flustered he made you flustered. Kaeya wouldn’t walk away like childe, especially if you retort some teasing line. Then, and only then will he become flustered.

— Dainsleif —

Traveling with Dainsleif for so long had its perks, you really got to know him, and especially got to know how to make him flustered.

When you were both taking a rest and laying in the grass under a tree, you kindly asked for his hand. Dainsleif trusted you, and gladly gave his hand to you. He’s grown quite attached to you, so holding hands wasnt that uncommon, even if you were just traveling companions.

Though when you pulled him towards you and kissed him, any security he had fell. Not in a bad way of course! But he was so shocked and had no clue how to react. He covered his face with his hands, peaking at you ever so slightly out of the corner of his eye. He could see your warm smile, and hear your soft giggles.

It didn’t take a lot to make Dainsleif flustered, especially when you’ve known him for as long as you have.

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nad-zeta · 3 years

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Arthur - Drive from hell

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Arthur x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1600

Warning: Learning to drive.... so yeah

Comments: Eeeeep, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANIIIII! Hope you have the best day! //dances around ❤❤ ❤Sending ya alll the hugs and yummo birthday cake! 😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @nuttytani

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“You ready, duckling?” Arthur asked, full of beans, climbing from the driver’s seat and doing a light lil ol jogging around the car to open the passenger door for you.

Today was the day! You were now officially legal, and Arthur had taken it upon himself to teach you how to drive. To say you were nervous would be a gross understatement— you had barely, BARELY even passed your learners exam, and now here you were, about to be sat behind the wheel of arguably your greatest challenge yet, a 4x4 Hilux, a beast of a car in its own right.

You had already started regretting your life decisions when Arthur had to give you a hand up to get into the big beast of a car, never mind barely being tall enough to see over the steering wheel.

“Safety first, Luv,” he grinned from the passenger seat, reaching across you to help secure your seatbelt as you acclimated yourself to the change in position. How strange it was to be sitting on the other side, peddles below, massive wheel in front. And not to mention all the switches and buttons— so many little things that you had no idea what they were for or how they worked— and yet all so tempting to press and try out.

You looked over at Arthur, anxiety only growing as you had no idea where to even begin. “Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road,” he clapped his hands together, smiling broadly as he put on a pair of blue polka dot sunglasses.

Truly this man had far too much faith in you.

“Arthur, are you sure about this?” you asked one final time before placing your one foot on the clutch while the other pushed the brake—you know, just in case.

“Of course, what kind of rotten boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t even teach my lovely lady how to drive, now first things first, the safety checklist.”

He held up his gloved hand, counting off all the points to remember when driving, “Number one, make sure the car is in neutral before starting it. Number two, keep your foot on the clutch. Number three, turn the ignition all the way, and once you are ready to rumble, release the handbrake and slowly lift your foot from the clutch as you step on the gas. Got it?”

You nodded, half the instructions going completely over your head— you got this, you got this, you kept repeating to yourself like a mantra.

Your shaky hands reached for the keys, turning them until the car roared to life.

“I did it! I DID IT! Loook Arthur, look! I switched the car on!” you exclaimed, smiling brightly at Arthur, who clapped his hands together in praise.

Next, you slowly release the clutch forgetting all about the petrol and hand brake, causing the car to lurch forward and stall. You let go of a high pitched squeak, eyes going wide and knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.

Clam as ever, Arthur patted you on the head, “Ah, it’s alright, Luv, see nothing to be afraid of; you simply forgot to step on the gas.”

It appeared as though Arthur had nerves of steel talking you through every instruction, patiently teaching you, and frankly, it wasn’t before long; you actually got the car moving. More than moving even, you were DRIVING!, no jerky movements, just girl vs the open road! Oh, the freedom and sense of independence were exhilarating, even at 20km per hour.

Meanwhile, Arthur was having a very different experience from the passenger seat.

Oh Lord Arthur was thankful he had taken you out to an abandoned field to learn how to drive, even more, grateful that you were driving an off-roader and not Vincent’s old fashioned bright yellow beetle, cause heaven knows death would be knocking otherwise.

Yes, despite his calm facade, he was desperately gripping the fear handle— an appropriate name, really, for what he felt in this moment was truly fear. “B-bird d-don’t you think you should slow down a little,” he stammered out; any chance of composure had been long gone as you drove at top speed (40km/h) across the planes of the field, launching the car into the air as you drove over yet another tiny hill.

“By Thunder, please, I beseech thee if there is a god I promise to live a wholesome life from this point onwards, please just spare meeee- ahhh,” he implored, sunglasses now halfway down his nose, revealing his wide shot eyes.

You drove without a care in the world, thoroughly enjoying the whole experience of driving over the small rolling hills. You rolled your eyes, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one giving Arthur’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Arthur, don’t be so dramatic, ooooh look another dip, hold on tight,” you quickly announced with a delighted squeal navigating the terrain like a self-proclaimed pro.

The car rattled and jerked,” F-f-f-udge,” Arthur yelled out, hand shooting forward to the glove box to steady himself and prepare for the impact.

“Whoooooohooo! This is great! Who knew driving could be this fun,” you exclaimed full of joy, eyes sparkling as you spotted the next mountain to go up and conquer.

Arthur’s panicked eyes followed your line of sight, and it certainly didn’t take a genius to know what you had planned. “My love, my darling, my heart and soul, for all that is good and holy, please I beg of you, please PLEASE STOP THE CAR”, he pleaded and prayed. It was not his birthday, but hells, he was making a birthday wish on your behalf—the wish to see another day.

You looked over at Arthur once more, and upon seeing the distress crossing his feature, you cut your bundu bashing adventure short. Although realization quickly dawned upon you, spending all this time driving across the mountainside, you had not really mastered the art of coming to a smooth stop. So, you did what any new learner would do when someone demands the vehicle to a standstill. Thrust both your feet forward at the same time and pull at the emergency brake.

Arthur launched forward as the car came to a screeching halt, dust being kicked up and settling around the car— the perfect execution of an emergency stop, you mused.

Heart hammering in his ears, Arthur let go of broken laughter, hands feeling himself in disbelief, “I’m alive? I’M ALIVE! GOD, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.”

You rolled your eyes, looking over at him, completely unimpressed, “ohhh, come on, it was not that bad? Was it?”

“I think I might just need a change of underwear after that ‘thrilling experience’,” he exaggerated, throwing the car door open and dramatically flopping onto the ground.

Why he was so happy, he almost kissed the ground. He looked at you from his place on the dirt, “I am going to need a stiff drink. Blimey bird, that was nerve-wracking.”

You turned the car off, hopping from your seat and slinking up to Arthur to offer him a hand up, mischief glowing in your eyes, “I mean, but did you die tho?”

With a shake of the head and another thankful chuckle emanating from his chest, he placed his hand in yours, “And who taught you to be this cheeky, honestly Luv.”

Climbing into the driver seat, Arthur adjusted the mirrors and started the car, his usually charming grin once more gracing to his features. “Shall I show you how it is done,” he bragged, full of confidence, happy to be back in control of the mechanic stallion.

He started the car; however, as the saying goes, ‘pride before the fall’, he failed to give enough gas and stalled the vehicle upon pulling away.

‘Shit’, he thought, sparing you a sheepish glance only for you to burst out into full-blown laughter. “You are going to show me what now; perhaps I should be the one to teach you,” you smacked your knee snorting out.

Arthur pouted, a shade of pink coming to rest upon his cheeks in embarrassment. But before he could even answer, an unimpressed grunt could be heard coming from the back seat, “That’s it, both of you out! NOW!”

Two pairs of eyes snapped back to the source of the voice only to lock onto a very, VERY traumatized and unimpressed looking dutch. He stomped out of the car before dragging Arthur from the driver’s seat.

“That is the last time I EVER let either of you near my car,’ he scowled angrily, turning the ignition and putting the car into gear.

“Hmpf can’t believe I fell for the ‘let’s go and get some birthday pancakes’ trick,” he grumbled under his voice, making his way back to the main road.

“Why old goat, that is an excellent idea!” Arthur chimed in from the backseat, starting a chant that would inevitably lead to getting what he wanted.

You joined in, of course, chanting happily with an equally broad smile littered on your face, “birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes.”

With a scoff of irritation, Theo was helpless but to go along with the whims of the day; after all, he did love pancakes, and after that traumatizing experience, he would need some sugar to cleanse his soul.

“Hmpf fine, but only because it is this one’s birthday,” he finally barked out with a roll of the eyes, yet an unmissable smirk of excitement making its way onto his lips.

#arthur conan doyle x reader #arthur conan doyle #arthur fanfiction #arthur x reader #ikevam arthur #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #Eeeek happpy birthday tani!

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tottymatsuno · 3 years

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We Need to Talk (Osomatsu-san: Transgirl!Todomatsu x Reader) One Shot

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x reader

Category: girls, fluff

Rating: G

Summary: girlfriend now, you have a girlfriend now. no way, no how, you'd get a girlfriend now?

Word count: widdle

Warnings: none

Commentary: the first fic i wrote about my hc that todomatsu is a lesbian. i have 3 more not finished enough to even put in my drafts. another a03 reupload

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Truth be told, you’re a lesbian. You’ve known this for a little under a week now, and the revelation of your gayness knocked you clear off your feet. You? Girls? Girls are so pretty and sweet, and smell soooo good! They’re soft and friendly, and even if they’re not they still have some charms right? The epiphany recontextualized all of your intense friendships through out childhood, and you’re a little embarrassed you never noticed before! You’re not supposed to pine over your bffs more than boys!

You realize the relationship you had with your bisexual and very feminine boyfriend was...unfortunately only complusive heterosexuality. Todomatsu has introduced you to many cute girls as his wonderful but straight girlfriend.

You still love him dearly, in fact he’d make the perfect girl if he were born one. Sugary like syrup, a giggle that makes your heart rate jump, a little two faced, a tiny bit jealous, with his adorably pouty lips and amazingly soft features. His personality is exactly your type.

For girls.

Not that you have any problem with boys like him, in fact you’re lucky you met him to know what to look for in your next relationship. It just breaks your heart that you have to break up with him. You don’t really want to though, and you’ve debate over the few weeks if you actually going to do it. Of course this means you taper off contact with Todomatsu in order to soften the blow for the both of you. After all, as much as you adore Todomatsu he simply isn’t the right fit for you.

One day you get a text from Todomatsu reading: We need to talk, it’s important we do this in person.

You sigh in relief when you read it, he’s going to dump you first! Well Todomatsu has always been flighty, and wishy-washy. You’re just glad he’s doing the dirty work for you! Ahhh, thank goodness! You’ve never been good at dumping people.

You text back: When and where?

Only to get a reply over an hour later, as if he forgot about the conversation. You grow irritated when you read: Right now and at your apartment.

Right after the text message was received by your phone, you hear the buzzer go off. You feel dizzy and nervous when you go to open the door. Despite wanting to break up with Todomatsu first, you’re scared he’ll be sorta...not cruel, not callous, but something close. Todomatsu rarely minces his words, and you’re scared of what’s to come.

You answer the door and look down at your boy- huh? You recognize the big brown eyes, and the nervous kitty grin, but not the girl in the pink blouse, sweater and red skirt. She looks exactly like Todomatsu, but she has longer hair pulled into a low ponytail.

“Y/N…” She says, voice slightly higher and softer than you’ve known Todomatsu to speak in.

“Who are you?” You don’t mean to stare but you had no idea Todomatsu had a sister! “I thought Totty only had brothers? Where is he by the way? He said he needed to talk to me.”

She frowns, before rudely pushing her way into your apartment. “My goodness, you can’t recognize me?”

Her voice is slightly closer to Todomatsu’s that moment. “Huh? Totty?”

“Tottimi.” She corrects, but not rudely. “Tottimi?” Your face grows hot and you nervously gulp.

She’s so cute? You can smell her lipgloss from here, oh and Tottimi’s wearing such a cute nail polish…ah and her make up is so pretty! You scream internally because she’s exactly your type! Oh God now that Tottimi is so gorgeous and pretty she’s going to break up with you, isn’t she?! You instantly regret ever wanting to end the relationship now!

“Geez, Y/N! You’re so oblivious.” She scolds you, “I thought you’d understand better if you saw me like this...rather than just telling you about it.” Tottimi says quietly. “I’m trans. I am a woman.”

Eh?! That’s...that’s too convenient. Way too convenient!!!

“S-since uh, since when?” You ask, suddenly skittish like you are around pretty girls. Your stutter is back, and it’s suddenly too hot in this room. Your head is definitely swimming, she smells so good!

“I don’t know, I just. This is the way I am. I just didn’t really have the strength to be myself...until I met you.” Tottimi confesses, and you feel confused. Is this okay?

Not that being trans is bad or anything, but is it okay for you to be THIS happy and relieved by this?

Tottimi continues to frown at you while you cheese like an idiot. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.

“This doesn’t change anything, right?” You ask, giddily. Tottimi sizes you up, gazing at you through her thick eyelashes.

“That’s what I want to know.” She’s so close that you could kiss her, “Do you still love me? I got the feeling since last week you didn’t want to kiss me anymore. I thought you were disgusted with me.”

“W-what?! No!!” You exclaim loudly, “It’s...Well. I’m?”

“You’re what?” She asks, and now the spotlight is on you.

“I’m lesbian.” You say awkwardly and it hurts that what she’s saying is true, you were a little more distant with her...but not because she’s trans. You just didn’t know!

“I thought you were a guy, and I didn’t know? I’m actually super relieved!”

Tottimi blinks once, then twice and then bursts into laughter. “Relieved? I can’t believe how dense you are! I borrow your clothes, make up and perfume ALL the time! What’d you think I was doing with them?!”

When you think back to it, yeah Tottimi did borrow your things a lot, but you just figured it was because Tottimi was just very feminine?

“Sh-shut up! I’m stupid, okay? I don’t pick up on things quickly, next time give me hints!”

“I’ll give you a hint now if you want.” Tottimi whispers to you, and you nearly faint. “What is it?” You ask, feeling the air around you go swirly.

“Kiss me and find out?” She teases, and when you do she’s wearing your favorite lipgloss flavor? Tottimi tastes so sweet; you feel your love for her revitalized and much more intense than before. In between each kiss you start mentally planning out your timeline, when should you add her to your lease, ahh you’ll have to buy a suit for your wedding, should you get a puppy? How many kids should you have?! These thoughts swirl in your mind because you know for a fact now that you have Tottimi in your arms you’ll never let her go again!!

bonus pretty girl

#roros fics #osomatsu san #ososan #totty #matsuno todomatsu/reader #todomatsu x reader #todomatsu x si #issa oneshot

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rafeyybabyy · 3 years

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I found myself while loving you

Summary: Draco Malfoy, Slytherin King, one of the meanest boys at Hogwarts finds he might not be who thinks he is after all

Pairing: Draco X Hufflepuff reader

Word Count: 2153

A/N: Helllooo loves!! So this is my first time EVER writing a fic so please go easy on me. Im so nervous to post this, but I want to start writing and I have to start somewhere! and see if I’m even good at it!! Honestly I don’t know if any of my followers read HP fandom fics but if you do please check this out, tell me what you think! AHHH anyways I hope you like it

Growing up we typically believe our parents can do no wrong. We hold them above everything and everyone. We learn to turn a blind eye to the wrong they sometimes do, even go as far as justifying it.

This is exactly what Draco did when it came to his father. Mr. Malfoy could do no wrong in the eyes of his little boy, even though all he did was wrong.

The only thing Draco wanted to do in life was to make his father proud, to be the spitting image of the man. He spoke like him, walked like him, held his head as high as he did. This didn't go unnoticed by his father, but this was not a “proud dad moment” type of situation. Lucious Malfoy took this as an opportunity to shape Draco into everything he wanted him to be, for his own personal gain.

Draco being in one of the most infamous death eater families meant a dark light was shed on him. Welcoming this with open arms Draco became the meanest student at Hogwarts, from the very moment he stepped onto the train the first day of first year.

Going into his fifth year, nothing has changed.

Draco sat with his gang of Slytherins in the Great Hall, back pressed to the table, his long legs crossed at the ankles stretched out in front of him, waiting for the newest first years to enter and get sorted into their houses. He threw his head back in laughter at a joke Blaise made. As his head was falling back into place, the smile on his face disappeared and his eyes widening. ‘That couldn't possibly be Y/N Y/L/N… absolutely couldn't be.’ He thought to himself as you walked into the room. You had not looked as you did last year. You had not been ugly by any means, just you, nothing special. You matured quite a lot over the short summer break, turning into a very beautiful young woman.

And he had definitely noticed.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you. In his shock, he leaned over and roughly shook Blaise by his shoulder, “Is that Y/N?”

“What? Merlin it is, she sure did change this summer.” Blaise said adding a whistle.

You were the true definition of a Hufflepuff, hard-working, patient, loyal, and one of the sweetest girls you would ever meet. Your Y/E/C eyes constantly shine with happiness, sending sweet smiles to everyone who walked by, no matter the scowls or disgusted looks they gave.

You made your way past the Slytherin table, eyes falling on Draco and sending him a small grin, tucking your hair behind your ear in nervousness. He had never looked at you like that before. Only taking notice of you when he was giving you an odd scowl as you walked past him and his friends in the hallway during previous years with a smile permanently etched on your face. You on the other hand had always taken notice of the Slytherin King. It was quite an odd thing, the sweetest Hufflepuff finding herself swooning over the meanest boy in their year. But you couldn't help it, you were simply intrigued by him. Wondering what made him the way he was. Wondering what had to have happened to make him so cold to others. And also wondering what kind of things made him smile, and how you wished you could do those things, wished you could make him smile. You sort of felt like a creep, due to the fact that you had never even really spoken to each other outside of being partnered with each other for a Transfiguration project last year. But you couldn't help the butterflies you felt whenever you saw him.

Something inside Draco changed that very moment. For the past two years he had noticed you, not a lot, but just enough to wonder about you from time to time. It was like he was seeing you for the very first time and he needed to know you, to know everything about you.

Throughout the entire sorting ceremony he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, where he was seated he had a perfect view of your side profile. He took notice in the way your eyelashes curled up, the soft freckles that dusted over our nose and cheeks, the way your head was slightly tilted as you watched the students with interest as they were sorted.

Simply breathtaking he thought.

As the first few weeks passed, things did not change. Draco spent every chance he got looking at you, trying to come up with an excuse to speak with you. Once again you had Transfigurations together. “Today you will be working in pairs to vanish a group of mice.” instructed Professor Mcgonnagal, “You may choose who you partner up with, begin.”

Before he even realized what he was doing Draco had jumped up from his chair and was standing over your desk saying “Would you like to be my partner?”

He was sure he shared the same shocked expression on your face. Cheeks turning a light pink you agreed.

Neither of you spoke much during the class, stealing quick glances at one another more than words. After successfully vanishing all of your mice in record time, you turned to him, “Well I can see you have very much improved since last year” a small teasing smirk playing on your lips.

“I'd like to think so,” he said shyly. This had to have been a mistake you thought, Draco Malfoy shy? Around you? No way, not possible.

As the thoughts were running through your head you heard him speak again, “Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? It's the first trip of the year.”

It seemed you forgot how to speak, your mouth opened and then closed, your mind suddenly completely blank.

“Nevermind, that was stupid, why would someone like you want to..”

“I'd love to go with you” you practically yelled as you realized he was spiraling, probably thinking you would want to do anything but spend time with him.

And then there it was, the smile that you rarely got to see, and you felt like your heart could burst. The bell rang and he stood up, “I'll meet you in front of the Great Hall after breakfast Saturday then,” he said, a smile still in full view. All you could do was nood, an expression of utter disbelief on your face.

The rest of the week flew by and next thing you knew you were walking out of the doors of Hogwarts with Draco by your side. The two of you spent the day walking around the shops, and stopping for a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. You were surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. As much as you didn’t want to, you had always thought he had to be just as everyone said he was, mean. But you were completely wrong. As you got to know him more and more during your short time, you had a feeling there was a lot more to the boy.

As the months past your time spent with Draco increased. Meeting in the corridors before and after classes, sneaking you to the Slytherin table during meals, and sneaking you into his dorm for late night cuddles every so often.

This was completely out of character for you by others standards but with him you had never felt more yourself.

And Draco was feeling the exact same way. Slowly but surely his bad guy persona was fading, and people were starting to take notice. Word was getting around that he was becoming a different person. But he did not care anymore.

“He has to be faking it, he has always been the nastiest boy to walk these halls.”

“If his family could see him now they would not even recognize him..”

There was no way for him to not hear these things being said about him as he walked from class to class with you on his arm. And one day it finally hit him. They were right, he was not the same boy he had been the previous years, and he had you to thank for that. He realized now that this was him, this is how he was meant to be.

He had spent his whole life before this trying to live up to his fathers attitude and beliefs that he had become something he wasn't. But he was done, he was done trying to please him, constantly miserable from never seeming to be able to. He was himself now.

Word about the way Draco changed so drastically had finally gotten to his father. And it could not have happened at a worse time. This Hogsmead trip he had asked his mother and father to meet him, wanting to introduce you to them. Surprisingly he was not at all nervous, just excited to finally have you meet his family, thinking they would love you just like everyone else did.

The two of you sat in Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop waiting for them to arrive. The door opened and Draco shot straight up, straightening his shirt and hair as his parents walked in. “Father, Mother, it's good to see you. You both look well.” he said. “As do you,” his father said simply. His mother sent him a small smile, from her position behind her husband. Sitting down Mr. Malfoy wasted no time speaking of the rumors he had been hearing about his son. “It has come to my attention that you have changed Draco, and not in a way I would categorize as acceptable.” “You've lost your mind if you think I am going to let you lose yourself,” he sent you a nasty side eyed look, “because of a silly girl.”

You felt Draco tense beside you and instinctively interlaced your fingers with his to try to calm him down. This did not faze you , you know the reputation his father had and did not fool yourself with the thought of him being overjoyed at his son's new attitude.

Draco spoke as calmly as he could “The way I have been acting is certainly because of Y/N, in the sense that she has made me realize I do not want to be like my miserable father anymore.” He no longer cared if this was supposed to be a happy meeting, introducing his girl to his parents, no this was it, this was where he was going to break free of the hold his father had on him. This was where he was getting the stain of his family's name off of him.

This seemed to shake his father to the core, realization hit him that he did not have control over his boy anymore, and he was now his own person. His mothers head was tilted down but Y/N could see the small smile on her face. She knew what Dracocould be, and she was proud he was becoming his own person.

Without saying another word his father got up and stormed out of the shop, his mother throwing him a proud smile as she ran after his father.

“Draco I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen,” You said sadly.

Without saying anything he stood you up and pulled you into a kiss, breaking away to say “Let's get out of here,” with a smile on his face.

You sat by the fire in the Slytherin common room late that night wrapped up in Draco’s arms. He was still reeling from the day's events, he had never felt more happy with himself. “I can't remember the last time I felt this good...” he spoke so softly you almost didn't hear him. You turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue. “I've spent as long as I can remember tied up in the idea that I needed to be just like my father to make him love me, but I don't want to do that anymore. I want to be who I am with you all the time, with everyone. It's much easier than being miserable all the time.”

You took his face in hands, your thumbs stroking his jawline, “I always knew there was more under that hard exterior, I'm happy I was able to help you let it out.”

He dropped his forehead against yours, breathing deep, his lips landed on yours in the sweetest but most passionate kiss you had shared. It took your breath away and you were slightly panting as you broke apart.

“The only love I ever wanted was from my father. But now, the only love I want is yours. An… and i love you more than i can tell you.”

“And I love you just as much.”

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy one shot #hp fic #fanfic #draco fic #draco fanfiction

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bitter-sweet-coffee · 3 years

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Henlo! I'm curious what your fave Sonic character(s) is ^^ and do you have any headcanons for them?

oh boy! okay i'm going to do my best to answer this but i have been in this fandom forever and could write a dissertation on just like,,, one character. so instead i'll sparknote some cute things about my top 4 and if you want to hear a more elaborate response i can do separate posts for each of them! it was hard enough to pick a couple characters since i love them all 😊

1) espio the chameleon

i love this little purple man so much oh my god. for starters, i'd like to think he isn't as serious as a lot of people make him out to be. yeah he seems chill but let's be real, he's arrogant and i love every second of it! he definitely radiates hot topic vibes but we're talking ronnie radke, hollywood undead vibes. definitely an e-boy but not in the fake alt way, he just radiates soft-grunge vibes? he's bisexual with a male lean and definitely dated mighty at some point, but i personally ship him with wave (more on that in a second!) his best friend is silver (i ship them too tbh) but his friends are rouge and shadow for the most part. he's the character closest to shadow (personality wise, not emotional proximity) and i adore their interactions in shadow's game so i sorta ship them too...? ahhh this is supposed to be about headcanons! anyways, i think he's fun to be around and has a thing for people with good stories to tell: wave about the past, silver about the future, and rouge/shadow with the present as agents. i think the cooperation between the chaotix detective agency and GUN is something people should write more often! oh, and he likes green tea boba ✨

2) wave the swallow

god, she made me realize i like girls and i still absolutely adore her. it was taken down but at one point years ago, her birthday was listed as november 11th which makes her a scorpio, and as a fellow scorpio i stand by it! she's also definitely bi but with a female lean, and her best friend/occasional partner is rouge. they remind me of maddy and cassie from euphoria, but wave isn't as bitter as maddy ofc. i feel like people forget that storm and jet are pretty damn incompetent without her, she literally does everything for them and that's a big nod to her people pleasing. yeah she's arrogant, but she's not wrong in being self absorbed because she keeps things running! she radiates hayley kiyoko, p!nk, 100gecs, and paramore vibes. she's a baddie but a softie! i think her and espio would be amazing together (even platonically) because he loves learning and debates, and she has a lot to say and needs someone to respond, as opposed to zoning out. i feel like she could be a famous rollerskater on tiktok or something, and would have her own line of custom gear! she might be cold and competitive, but she's really sweet and just has no way of expressing it... poor girl. i think her and sonic could be amazing friends, and i'd love to see more art of them being pals and going on adventures together!

3. shadow the hedgehog

hehehehehe oh boy, as the current love interest of my fixation character, shadow is getting more attention than usual these days! i always liked him but my fave boy and girl were espio and wave for the longest time, so finally getting to fixate on shadow is great for me! shadow is neurodivergent, basically in canon. his memory issues are both trauma related and just a part of his programming. something that i admire about espio and shadow being friends is that the former loves authority and doesn't need it, but the latter despises it but needs it. shadow was created to obey, and so even if GUN wrongs him a thousand times, he needs them. it's why he keeps going back to eggman, and helps sonic when asked. shadow might not admit it, but he has a saviour complex! although i agree that with modern music he'd listen to like mcr and pierce the veil etc, i think he'd also resonate with sex pistols and other music from the decades he missed while in stasis (footloose is probably one of his fave movies just because of the killer soundtrack!) he loves flowers and does his best to take care of plants, has nervous tics, and the reason his quills turn upwards is because of all the chaos energy he has! super sonic's quills turn up when transformed, and shadow is constantly tapped into that energy: even with inhibitors it's a lot to manage. shadow also loves reading, and i think his favourite book would be The Wars by Timothy Findley (amazing read, please check it out because it reminds me so much of Shadow oh my god)

4. INFINITE!!!

okay i have to keep this one short but he is currently my favourite character, and i could talk about him forever. i know SEGA claims his real name is Infinite, but i headcanon that in the village he came from he wasn't given a name because he was considered a burden and a curse (due to his heterochromia and other reasons). for me he was called araperi or ara (nothing/no in Georgian) because they only referred to him via negative reinforcement. the scar on his eye is because either he or another jackal tried to claw it out when he was little because it made him an outcast and he wanted to belong. he only started school when he was in highschool and never really learned how to read english (i base a lot of his village lore around Georgia and my experiences with Georgian culture- even though my culture was erased when i got adopted lol). he only learned english through musical theatre, and is fluent but not very literate in english (can't read or write very well). he radiates younger sibling vibes so i headcanon that he has 4 older sisters who all treated him pretty bad on varying levels. after a year or two of highschool he ran away with some friends and after meeting more nomads, squad jackal was eventually formed! infinite (or finn as i sometimes call him) was definitely into theatre (his favourite musical being sweeney todd) and he's an AMAZING singer, acting too (which is sorta canon because he adopted shadow's personality and fighting style after their first encounter and rehearsed a whole monologue lmao). his singing voice sounds like clem turner's but with a bit more rasp, probably because i feel like he'd listen to bring me the horizon and kim dracula! infinite is actually a big puppy once he likes you, he's just secretly awkward and insecure as hell (maybe the last part isn't a secret, haha)

wow, this was longer than expected and i feel like i hardly said anything, but this is sorta where i'm at with these four! i could talk about them forever though, so feel free to ask follow ups or request a full post for them, any ships i mentioned (or didn't) or if you want a post about anyone else!

#infinite the jackal #sonic analysis #wave the swallow #espio the chameleon #shadow the hedgehog #i love them so much #asks open #thank you for this

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yellowlaboratory · 3 years

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Hello! Shy/nervous new Jiara author here. I was wondering if you have any advice for finding a beta reader? I’ve just outlined a multi-chapter fic that I’m really excited about and I just want to make sure I do it justice. I’d really love to find someone who can give feedback and help me edit, once I actually begin writing it. Sorry if this is annoying, I’m just not sure who to ask as I’m pretty new to the fandom!

PS absolutely love your fics ❤️

hello!! first off: you aren't annoying, at all. not even a little bit. and second of all: ahhh, welcome!! I'm already so so excited for this fic!! 🤩🤩

I'm gonna say I'm probably not the best person to ask about finding a beta reader, if only because it took me 12 chapters and accosting poor, unsuspecting Sara in the comments of pltc for me to find a beta reader myself lmao 💀💀💀💀 I've found that the vast majority of people in the jiara fandom are incredibly nice and supportive, so asking around like this is probably a good start. and, if you want, I'm more than happy to beta for you! I'm not very timely (lol don't ask Carissa how long it took me to look over the last chapter of her fic 💀) and my grammar is absolutely abhorrent, but I'm good for a motivational message and debating the finer points of characterization (does JJ drink orange juice with or without bits? I've had this discussion several times)

If you want, you can message me and we can talk more about it!! if I'm not able to beta, I am absolutely positive I'll be able find someone who can.

ps oh my god thank you!!! 💕💕💕

#obx #i remember being incredibly nervous asking sara to be my beta reader #so I get that it's nerve wracking LOL #but it worked out for the best lol #and I can definitely help one way or another

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thewritingstar · 3 years

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Like Fallen Snow

ahhh im super excited because I was @empress-of-mischief secret Santa for the Powerpuff secret Santa! I hope that this fic fills you will joy my dear. I rarely write for the blues and wanted to give it my best. I hope you had a wonderful xmas too.

Pairing: Boomubbles

Fandom: PPG

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Christmas was an exciting time of the year. Even Boomer who would rather be alone in his room blasting rock music in his headphones could be found sitting in the living room with his brothers early in the morning. It would start with them racing out of their bedrooms at an ungodly hour and putting on a pot of coffee for their monkey of a father before summoning their demon dad for gifts.

Having super villains for dads had some perks like giant lasers, rocket ships and enough weapons to destroy entire cities as if they forgot that the boys themselves were better than any military grade weapon. So when it came time to open gifts, even Boomer could give enough to smile as he unwrapped a taser gun that he automatically shot at Butch and blue fuzzy socks that matched the red and green ones.

Making sure the superpowered boys were happy on the holiday was something that Mojo and Him had decided was the best, not to keep them entertained but also to keep the running feud of who the best father was. Even though Boomer was happy to accept anything wrapped up with a bow, he had always felt something missing. He had to give Him and Mojo credit because as they got older, the gifts actually became personal.

They were now in their junior year of high school. The boys ‘bad-boy’ vibe wasn’t really cutting it with them and giant machinery wasn’t going to be the hot ticket for the year. Instead Brick ended up with a ton of books and gourment coffee, Butch calling him a big ass nerd of course, which was to prove his point that he was smarter than all of them and may or may not have been to either aggravate or impress a certain puff. For Butch his collection of vinyl recorders, skateboard parts and sport equipment was enough to keep him satisfied and have enough to spark envy with Buttercup. Boomer appreciated the brand new wall of guitars that he had been begging for, drums and a flute that he didn’t remember knowing how to play but hey, how hard could it be?

“Boomer, my dear boy, you keep looking at your phone. Is there somewhere else you’d rather be?” Him asked as he narrowed his eyes in a way that made Boomer snap his phone off.

Embarrassment crawled through him as all eyes were on him and even Mojo who was in the kitchen making pancakes but more or less listening in.

“Oh um, it was just I had a present for a couple friends and was wondering if I could give it to them before it gets dark.” Boomer responded.

“It's eight in the morning, dumbass. It's not close to being dark yet.” Butch said as he threw a football at the blondes head and let out a scream when the rubber turned to dust from the blue laser beams.

“You can say Bubbles.” Brick snorted and Boomer shot him a glare. That was a secret!

“Oh? She is quite the cutie.” Him smirked and Butch barked out a laugh as he smacked Boomers side with a wag of the eyebrows.

“Forget it, you all are weird. I’ll see you for breakfast, I’ll be quick.” Boomer huffed and went up to his room to change before flying out the window.

“Tell your little girlfriend hi for us!” He heard Butch shout and he knew damn well the whole neighbor hood could probably hear him.

“Not my girlfriend.” He mumbled to himself as he found his way to the park.

Since the beginning of his life it had always been the ruffs vs the puffs. Destined by his fathers orders and demands, Boomer always followed in that direction no matter what. He didn’t waver from the line drawn in the sand. Even though his brothers began to tip toe around it when they got older, stupid hormones, and yet he never strayed.

He could maybe understand their reasoning. It would make sense to be drawn to the enemy in a way he rarely understood, but still his blood flowed with destruction and determination to rule the world and some girl with pigtails wasn’t going to change that. Or so he thought.

He would consider himself an introvert to his counterpart’s over the top bubbly personality, her name truly suited her. Unlike their siblings, they seemed to rival the most in the sharing of traits.

And yet they had become friends first. It was a bonding experience over milkshakes and a painstaking talk about how they don’t live up to their siblings' powers, how they felt like they were the weak ones. He thought about how Brick and Butch had more muscle power but to hear Bubbles have her own doubts made his stomach turn and for some reason, their friendship bloomed.

Boomer could say that she was his best friend. Not too many people had gained the title of being his friend compared to her, who had most of the school fawning over her charm even if she didn’t notice. But that's what he liked about her. She was like him and while he was confined to her and shared his fears, she could do the same because at the end of the day, they were counterparts. One half of the same coin that would understand the other without any words.

So maybe that's why he was extremely nervous right now. They had been besties, as she called it, for a while and even though gift giving wasn’t out of the ordinary, he wondered what it would be like to be more.

Tell your little girlfriend hi for us!

Much more.

His thoughts were interrupted when the blue puff landed at the foot of the gazebo and sat on the bench next to him.

“Hey Boomie.” She smiled brightly and at first the nickname bothered him but now it was stuck like honey. It was weird when she didn’t say it.

“Hey Bubs.” He returned the smile. “How was your morning?”

“The usual. Blossom with her books and magazines, Buttercup and her weights and well I now have a new spring wardrobe. How about you?”

“Exactly that but I got a new guitar to tune.”

“Oooo you’ll have to play for me sometime.” She gushed and he felt the heat rise to his cheeks. It was the cold's fault, not the pretty blonde, he swears! “Now it's time for the present!” She clapped and put a tin that smelled that vanilla and cinnamon on his lap.

He already knew what they were as he had been bugging her to make her signature holiday cookies for months. Worth the wait.

“So I made you all some cookies, without my sister's help of course and then this is for you.” She handed him a box. The box was black with a navy blue bow. It was so perfect that it was almost comical. Opening the box, he removed the sparkly blue tissue paper.

“Oh wow, guitar picks.” He smiled as he took one out. It was wooden and had a small B with a heart engraved on it. “It's almost like you knew.”

“I had a feeling. You had been talking non stop about wanting one and whether I’d admit it or not, Him makes sure his dear baby boy gets a good present.” She giggled as she poked his cheek.

He rubbed his thumb over it, examining it and thinking about how nice it's going to feel while strumming. “These are really nice quality.”

“I made one from each adventure we went on. That’s made from a pine tree from our first camping trip with our friends. And this one is from the beach last summer.” She held up a slightly white one and at a closer look he realized that it was probably made from sea glass.

“You made these?” He asked in disbelief. “Is this made of bamboo?” He gasped. “When we raced to China?”

“Yep! I know it’s kinda lame but those places meant a lot for us, as friends.” She stumbled over the last part.

“I don’t think it’s lame at all. Pretty cool.” And he meant it. It was probably the most thoughtful gift he had ever received because it took him back to those happy days they had spent together.

“Cooler than a rocket?” She giggled.

“Even cooler than a rocket. Thank you.” He said and fished out her present from his pocket. “Mines not homemade but, ya know.” He scratched the back of his neck and handed her the small poorly wrapped box. “Don’t even comment on the wrapping.”

She held in a laugh. “I’m not.” Liar.

Carefully she tore off the paper and opened the box. “Boomer.”

“I hope it's the right one.”

She stared at the silver chain that had a silver pendant of the moon. When they walked through the mall, it had caught her eye and she spent the next hour talking about astrology and the phases of the moon. The minute that she went into another store, he ran back to purchase it. In the middle of August mind you.

“It's beautiful.” He could hear the sincerity in her voice as she turned her back to him and he helped her with the clasp. “Thank you, I love it so much.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes, taking a few bites of the cookies. The peaceful morning in the park with no one around was perfect, he wasn’t a fan of crowds and maybe that's why she chose this spot because she knew they would be the only ones here.

“Oh look, it's snowing.” Bubbles gasped as she held out her hand to catch the small flakes coming in. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked and when he said yes, his eyes hadn’t come off of her.

She stood and walked a few feet out to twirl in the new snow and he shoved his hands in his pocket to keep them warm as he watched her with a smile. If she would have asked him to join her a couple years ago, he would have probably said no and told her to shove off, and now, he would have gone anywhere if she just asked.

Staring at her made him realize that he wanted something more with her. There had been a few occasions where the air around them shifted and for a single second, it was like she thought the same thing, but they would get interrupted and that moment would die and he would sit there and remember that he is her best friend, nothing more, nothing less. But what if he was?

He got to his fit and joined her, kicking around some snow with his shoe as his mind kept racing about every single possibility. Does he just tell her? Just ask? What if he read the signs wrong? What if he messes everything up?

“Isn’t it romantic?” His thoughts were ripped away as he turned towards her. She was looking up at the sky. “Like a Christmas movie. The first snow of the season is said to bring promise to a new love, funny huh?”

Boomers eyes widened suddenly. Was...was she wanting this to turn romantic? This entire time had he been pining from a far when she was ready to take the leap? No. they had talked about relationships before, well hers at least. She was probably just saying it because she was a hopeless romantic.

But then again, Bubbles had always been the bold type. Always telling him that she had been dropping hints for some guy and now come to think of it...had she been talking about him?

“Yeah, romantic.” He decided to finally respond.

He watched as her smile turned down slightly as she looked at him with a gaze he didn't recognize. “Well, I should probably be heading back home now.” She said somewhat sadly.

“Oh yeah, before the snow sets. Thank you by the way.” He held up the boxes and she gave him a better smile.

“Of course. And thank you for this.” She tugged on her necklace. “I’ll see you soon.” She said as she turned around and began to walk.

Something within him was yelling. An eternal battle now raging in his mind. What if he? No, he shouldn’t. But, imagine the positives.

He was hoping for a Christmas miracle.

Boomer ran up behind her, matching her speed as he grabbed her hand and turned her towards him before dropping it and rubbing his arm.

“Hey Bubbles?” Boomer asked nervously. His cheeks had decided to betray him and turn a pretty pink shade as Bubbles tilted her head.

“Yes?”

He sent his boxes down as her eyes remained on him. His hand shook nervously at his sides while her baby blue eyes looked at him. Butterflies were doing cartwheels in his stomach now but he was already here so...

“I have one last present but-” He gulped. “Y-you have to close your eyes.” He said as he took a step forward.

“Close my eyes?” She said with a small smile as he came even closer to her. His hands took hers softly as his thumb rubbed a slight circle on her hand.

“Yeah but if you don’t like it, you can return it.”

“Is that so?” She giggled as she stared into his eyes almost knowingly. “Well, I shouldn’t keep waiting then.” She said as her eyes closed and he felt like the world had disappeared around them, leaving them in the snowy park.

Boomer calmed his breathing as he stared at her. The soft pink of her cheeks from the bitter cold and how the smallest bit of snow landed on her lashes. Never before had his heart pounded as heavily as it did now as he closed the gap and kissed her with the gentleness of the first fallen snow.

He felt the sudden push against his lips. It was a beautiful sensation that he never thought would happen as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him further. It was an answer to a question he had been asking for months, hell, maybe even years. Wondering if he could step over this line in the sand and it would be okay. That their friendship, trust and loyalty wouldn’t be corrupted but instead, stronger. It was clear that the line had been stepped over, no, completely erased without a second thought.

Their lips pulled apart and he couldn’t tell if the redness up her neck was from the cold nipping at their skin or the intense blushing from what just happened. All he knew was that she was smiling at him, just like she always had before.

“Boomer?” Her voice was just loud enough for his ears.

“Yeah?” He said almost out of breath.

“I don’t need a gift receipt.”

That fluttering in his chest began again as his face broke out into the brightest smile she had ever seen.

“That's great news.” Boomer smirked as he spun her around and dipped her by the waist like he saw in all those cheesy romance movies. “Because the return date had just expired.” He said just as he kissed her again.

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His hand was warm from the take out cup of hot chocolate while his other hand was laced with hers and it felt more natural than breathing. She took her own cup to her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate as it helped to heat up the rest of her body and he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not because he was still in disbelief that he was here with her.

Bubbles caught him staring and instead of a playful scold, she inched closer to him and placed a quick peck on his cheek.

“Merry Christmas Bubbles.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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I hope you liked it <3

#powerpuffsecretsanta2020 #boombubbles #ppg x rrb #bubbles ppg #boomer ppg #bubbles x boomer #thewritingstar

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itswildwinters · 3 years

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Ask for writers

Thank you @theisolatedlily and @soldouthaz for tagging me, I really appreciate it! This lovely tag was created by @soldouthaz, which I think is brilliant to get to know other writers!! I love it, so thank you Sarah!

This is quite long, but I still hope it’s entertaining!

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted: I’ve always wanted to write. I know that I only began publishing this year (January 2020) but years back, I always would open up a blank document and just... write. Lack of confidence and language barriers (I wanted to write in English, but it isn’t my first language and I only became fluent three years ago) have made it so that I would never finish a story. I think we all had our wattpad moment but even on there I would never really publish because the platform just wasn’t right. But then I discovered ao3, where I’d read fics and also improve my English. Then I found out about fests, and I decided to participate in one last year (2019 BLFF) and my first fic then came out!

And ever since, I’ve been able to write and finish what I start. It’s as if the lock that had been put to block my creativity had been destroyed; posting my first completed fic has acted as a turning point. I was extremely nervous when I first posted, still am, but now I have this need to write and I love sharing what I write and ever since I became a writer, my life’s been a lot better!

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?: I switch between Louis’ POV, or Harry’s POV depending on the story; I tend to sprinkle a bit of myself in the characters I write, but then again they’re also completely different from me! I’ve never based a character completely on myself, which I find quite boring (haha); sometime unconsciously, I’d write a character based on someone I knew. I think some examples on how my characters can look a bit like me, is Hamlet in a sea of mist which has gotten his clear-headedness from me; or in my Murder Mystery fic, the way I describe Louis’ fear is heavily based on how I feel whenever I’m faced with something that makes me uncomfortable.

3. where do you often find inspiration?: art (paintings, music), books, quotes, poems and movies!

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?: having so much free time on my hands has definitely helped; I would seek refuge within my stories, to spice up quarantine!

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence? I love love love playing classical music (Chopin, Saint-Saens, Debussy, Yiruma, Einaudi, Faulkner, Schumann, Tchaikovsky, Mozart to name a few) while writing. I can’t write when it’s anything else. But I can also write when there’s nothing; hearing the rhythmic clicking sound of the keyboard as I press over its keys can be relaxing to me.

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?: hm in my writing I guess I tend to write very long sentences, and also I still do grammar mistakes. I hope to work on those points. I also find the way I space my fics very annoying (which is why I’ve begun making outlines!).

7. describe your ideal writing setup: in a couch or a bed with several pillows piled up behind my back, classical music in my ears and a steaming cup of tea next to me.

8. favorite time of day to write?: I love writing when it’s very early, usually after I’ve woken up and freshened up. I don’t like writing when it’s too late because I’m not a night owl; rather an early bird. I especially love when I write and it’s still dark outside, then slowly dawn breaks in and the sky becomes tainted in warm hues of orange, yellow and sometimes even purple and pink.

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?: I love writing fantasy, horror, suspense, action, thrillers. Especially angst and hurt/comfort, as well as slow burn. I’d like in the future to explore sci-fi and magical realism!

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? how do you typically overcome it? I haven’t suffered from writer block so far, which I’m glad!!

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult? writing is the easiest, but outlining (as in, coming up with plot ideas) is quite difficult for me. Also dialogues can be a bit of a problem to me.

12. how do you come up with original characters? (if applicable): I just make them up in my mind, and create them when they’re necessary to the story, giving them personality traits that will help the story develop.

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word? it’s hard to choose cause I have several but favourite: petrichor and least favourite: big

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?: I am proud of the way I describe, which allows me to really settle the story in its verse. I love describing, giving importance to the ordinary. Also feelings; I love describing them and exploring how I can translate them into words, so that the reader can feel them. But I have to work on my dialogues methinks.

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?: those who from the Pit of Hell, roam to seek their prey on earth. I’ve always wanted to begin writing thrillers/Murder mystery fics and with that one I think I managed to? I had read an article on forensic medicine back in the 19th century and it sparked this fic’s plot!

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?: Arial, 11pt, single spaced

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?: I don’t know if this can be considered as a typo but I tend to repeat, within a paragraph, A LOT my character’s name instead of using pronouns. This is because I’m afraid of confusion when another character arrives in the scene.

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?: I don’t know if I understood the question properly, but yes? When I use Louis or Harry in my fics, they’re completely different from real-Louis or real-Harry; they’re my characters, they only have the same names, but their personality reflects in nothing real-life Harry and Louis.

I think to answer this better: I do separate fic writing from fandom, but I still think that fanfics are important to a fandom; I haven’t heard of a fandom without fanfics! Fanfics spice up fandoms, I reckon, they’re important to bring people together.

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?: Angst is my favourite thing to write, as well as fear. And I struggle with writing humour, I’m not a funny person to be honest

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?: I always hope they like my writing and the plot, also the way I portray my characters. I want my readers to feel the writing, and the story in general. I just want my readers to truly enjoy what they read from me <3

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?: I was told to always write very specifically and to fit my writing into a mould — don’t write ‘he’s’ but ‘he is’, or write shorter sentences, or stop describing so much. But in the end, there isn’t one way of writing — write the way you want.

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?: only one? ahhh this is hard! But I’d love to see those who from the Pit of Hell, roam to seek their prey on earth be turned into a movie. There are also a couple of wips that I could see on-screen but I’ll stick to that!

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?: chronologically. Haven’t explored anachronies (analepsis/prolepsis) at all, but I might soon!

24. how do you handle criticism?: really well!! As long as they’re constructive and not mean, I love hearing what people think. Criticism is the best way for me, a person whose first person is not English, to improve!

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?: DO IT!! Honestly, don’t tell yourself, ‘I’m not good enough’. Just do it. Open a blank document and write your heart away, even if it’s not a story; just begin it. Explore your writing style, then maybe try to mould it into a plot. Writing is not limited to a certain category of people; it’s not just for those who can write. Writing is for everyone, and like most things, one must begin before improving (practice makes perfect!!) <3

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?: anything!!! Just the fact someone clicked on my story, read it, and took time to leave a comment — just that is enough to make my heart bursts with joy. I am so so grateful to every single person who’s ever read something from me.

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?: The verse I’m talking about is still a wip, but the siren/mermaid one that I’m currently building! I’d love to live in it.

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?: Anything, really, my inbox is open to anyone and for everything! I love discussing books, movies and poetry as well as quotes, and maybe I wish people would come forth to ask me more about my fics or my wips, if they have any inquiries! Or I’d love to write drabbles!

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?: It has made my life so, so much better. Writing has stitched up a gaping hole in my chest. It’s permitted me to improve in English, has made me more confident and has allowed my creativity to flow. I just... I love writing so much. It has also allowed me to meet some incredible people on tumblr, which I’m very grateful for!!

30. why do you write?: for many reasons; to spice up my life, to help me develop my creativity, and because I love it. I’ve always wanted to be a writer.

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote:

The words echo around his head and collide with his temples like truncheon blows.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about:

I’m excited for all of them, but I’ll go with my third BLFF fic. It’s very angsty, post-war, ABO, exes to lovers. It tackles heavy topics, it’s such an emotional fic. I’m so so excited for her (she comes out in January).

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of:

This is hard. But I’ll go with one from in a sea of mist cause the way Louis answers Harry... I love it:

“I feel like you want to kill me,” he pants out, using his right arm to hold himself up while his other hand comes up to rub at his burning cheek and nose, where Louis had hit him with the sole of his shoe.

“Before our date? No, never,” Louis blinks sweetly, chuckling and climbing up as Harry smiles to himself.

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s): I will do only those that are already published:

best first lines are from the hope that warbles in my fluttering breast: There, against the window, was stuck millions of snowflakes, their see-through quality no more as they huddled together, pushed against hard surfaces by the merciless wind.

best last lines are from in a sea of mist: It takes a while for Harry to go to sleep, elation pumping through his veins so fast that the previous tiredness he felt has flown out of the window. But when he finally focuses on Louis’ heavened out breathing, and when he breathes in Louis’ natural perfume that always acts as an ambrosia over him, he manages to close his eyes, and for the first time in a while, he dreams of a future that’s devoid of any darkness.

5a. link the last fic you read: currently reading sweet like honey by @falsegoodnight and Spoonful of Sugar by @zanniscaramouche and they’re absolutely amazing!

6a. link the last work you published: in a sea of mist

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable): tomlinvelvet

8a. someone that inspires you: Louis <3 his music and just his personality overall leaves so much scope for the imagination. There are also so many writers (both non-fanfic writers and fanfic writers) that inspire me daily.

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year: even the best laid plans and just a flicker in the dark both by @falsegoodnight as well as eyes off you by @soldouthaz ... these fics are just so amazing, everything about them is top tier

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag! @falsegoodnight @scrunchyharry @hadestyles @mercurial-madhouse @youreyesonlarry @raspberryoatss @jacaranda-bloom @soldouthaz @behisoneandonly @vintageumbroshirt @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @lougendarey @quelquesetoiles <3 no pressure ofc!

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