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moonstruckme · 5 months

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just finished a rewatch of ootp and i forgot how cute luna and harry’s friendship is!! had me start thinking about what a james potter x luna lovegood-esque reader relationship would look like and i RAN to your ask because i just have to see what your take on it would be! love love LOVE ur writing, no pressure to write this tho if the inspo doesn’t hit!! thank u lovely <333

I forget how sweet they are all the time too! Thanks for requesting honey <3

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 986 words

James comes home to find all of his pants on the floor.

“Unless I’ve started sleepwalking,” he says, and you look up at the sound of his voice from where you’re crouched next to one pair of jeans, apparently digging through his pockets, “I’m fairly sure I put these away after I took them out of the dryer last night.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you reassure him in that quiet, breezy way of yours. “You did. If you were sleepwalking, I would tell you.”

James waits a second for you to elaborate, then realizes how foolish that is of him. “Then what are they all doing on the floor, my love?”

“It’s the first day of the waxing moon.” Coins clink in your palm as you remove it from his pocket, and then—to James surprise—simply submerge your hand in the opposite pocket, dropping the change in. “You keep a lot of money in your pants, did you know? It’s lucky the dryer didn’t shake it all out.”

Actually, he had found a few coins after taking out his laundry the night before, but apparently there’s still some left over in his deep pockets. “What does the moon have to do with anything? And are you robbing me? If so, you’re doing a horrible job, sweetheart.”

You sit back, setting your bum on your heels, and smile at him in that indulgent way you do when you think he’s being silly. It emits a soft glow, and James can’t help but squat in front of you, pecking you on the lips in belated greeting.

You kiss him back without complaint, lips soft and pliant and curved against his. “You switch your coins to the opposite pocket for good fortune during the waxing moon, Jamie. You can’t tell me you haven’t done it before.”

“I can tell you most certainly that I haven’t,” he promises, tucking a hand behind your ear to cradle your head. You lean into the touch absentmindedly even as your lips draw into a little frown.

“Then how did your family get to be so rich?” you muse softly.

It takes some effort for James to smother the laughter that rises in his chest, turning it into a pensive hum. “I suppose they might’ve always known and just kept it a secret from me. My mum did say she wanted me to make my own way in the world.”

“Oh.” You nod, certainty restored to your countenance. “That’s it, then. Not very considerate of them not to give you the tools for success, but I suppose every parent has their own ideas about those things.”

James only hums again, lips curving of their own volition. “Anything else we need to do tonight to accommodate the waxing moon, darling?”

You laugh, the sound light and lovely as the tinkling of wind chimes. “Jamie, the waxing moon lasts for fourteen days. We’ve got two weeks for everything we want to do.”

“Oh, how silly of me.” He grins at you, stealing another quick kiss. “Everything, you say? What might that be?”

“Well,” you say, returning to your task with the next pair of pants closest to you, “the waxing moon helps draw good things toward you. Like fortune” —you hold up a sparse palmful of coins for him to see before transferring them to the other pocket— “or a good harvest, or new love, or new job—didn’t you say you were thinking about asking for a promotion? This would be a good time.”

“Maybe,” James replies with due consideration, but truly his mind has gotten snagged on one idea and not let go. “Love, eh?” He grins at you, reaching to wrap his hands around your waist and sliding you across the floor to him. “Should I be prepared to feel extra besotted for the next couple of weeks?” You smile and lean your head onto his shoulder to look up at him, going lax in his embrace. You’re a rather placid thing by nature, but he knows you secretly love it when he manhandles you like this. You go all soft and cloudy-eyed, and even now, you certainly seem far from scolding him for interrupting your task. “I’m pretty far gone already,” he says, just to hammer it home, “so I’m not sure how much worse it can get.”

He’s rewarded with a light flush across the tops of your cheekbones. “It’s new love, Jamie,” you correct him. “The waxing moon doesn’t affect love that already exists.”

“Oh, I see.” He narrows his eyes down at you. “So this is your opportunity to ditch me for some new bloke, is that it?”

The adoration doesn’t leave your gaze, but you shrug. “I’m not manifesting that, so I suppose it’s up to the moon to decide.”

Some of the levity leaves him. “Wait, so if some other guy said he was drawn to you by the waxing moon, you’d consider it?”

You let your head weigh heavily on his shoulder, pursing your lips slightly in contemplation. “I suppose I’d at least hear him out. It’s powerful magic during this time, you know? I’d at least be curious what drew him. Or them, you never know.”

Now James is the one who’s frowning. “That’s not very reassuring, sweetheart.”

You seem to come back to yourself, eyes focussing on his again and a small smile returning to your lips. “Don’t worry, Jamie.” You lean up to kiss him before slipping free of his hold, going to find another pair of jeans to dig through. “I’d obviously wait until the clarity of the full moon to decide on anything.”

“Obviously,” James echoes, feeling somewhat dazed as he stands. “Um, angel? If you meet someone who tells you the moon sent them to you, would you at least let me know? I think if I tell Sirius about it, you may find they don’t stick around until the full moon anyway.”

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harrysmmm · 9 months

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hello, love! i originally put this in the comments but it might get lost in your notifications. anyway, if you are up for it, do you mind writing a second part for magically annoying? i need jealous draco 😩 anyway, if you do it may you please tag me in the comments or something so i am brought back and dont forget? thanks so much! dont feel pressured to write it 🩷🫶🏻

have a wonderful and lovely day/night <3

thank you love for the inbox! hope you like it !!! ♡

Draco Malfoy x Y/N (f!reader)

Setting: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Summary: where Harry and Draco have a crush on you at the same time and they both ask you to the yule ball. (part two)

part 1

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Mixed feelings. That’s how you would describe the way you felt at that moment.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror. A long velvet dress was framing your body, embellishing every edge, every curve of it. Your shoulders were naked, leaving your collarbones with no room for imagination. You paired up the dress with cream high-heels that matched your hand purse.

“I swear this pin on my hair won’t stay put,” Hermione said from the other side of the room.

“I can’t believe you don’t have a spell for that, Hermione,” you teased a little bit.

“There’s no reason for a spell for hair, Y/N.” She approached your mirror and stood next to you. “Besides, I’ve tried to cast one and it’s not possible.”

“Are you guys talking about hair spells?” Luna Lovegood was standing at the doorframe of your dormitory. How the hell did she get in the Gryffindor common room? “I know a bunch of them. I made these two-side ponytails with one of them.”

“Well… you shouldn’t be here Luna!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Cool it off,” you advised here.

“I mean, this is the Gryffindor area. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Neville let me in. I’m going with him to the ball. Apparently, Ginny ditched on him. How curious, I thought she was after him, but guess she’s not.”

“Well, you look stunning, Luna,” you added. She did look pretty, in her own way. She was wearing an aluminium dress, or that’s what it looked like, coupled with hanging balls of cotton on the edges. Her face was decorated with shiny, glittery makeup.

“Thank you, Y/N. Your dress is really pretty, it highlights your body. I’m sure Harry is going to think the same.”

The name had been dropped. Harry. Harry Potter. Harry Bloody Potter. That was your date to the ball. After the incident with Malfoy, Harry was by far your safest bet. And besides, he did ask you first.

You had spent those past few weeks thinking how, when the moment would come, you wouldn’t think about the incident with Malfoy.

How you would not think about his eyes staring into yours with your wand up.

You would not think about him getting closer with a smirk on his face.

Not think about his eyes going up and down your body.

Think about his hand making contact with your waist.

His lips painfully slow when brushing yours.

His lips.

Draco Malfoy.

It was going to go downhill.

It was tradition that boys would get to the entrance first. They would all be waiting for their ladies to go down the stairs, greet them with a soft kiss on their hand, and show them to the Great Hall.

Hermione and Luna had already left - you were still passing your fingers through your hair in an attempt of putting it together. Although your hair was already in its place, you needed an outlet to where to put your twisting feelings on.

You stared at yourself in the mirror again.

Why bloody Malfoy? Why him?

While you were trying to find an answer to the rhetorical question a silly smile got in your face.

No. No. No.

You were giggling like a twelve-year-old with a crush on another twelve-year-old. Pathetic.

Besides, the thought of him didn’t deserve any of your time. The butthead hadn’t even looked at you since the incident. In fact, his little pranks had become even more annoying, even more personal, if that could ever happen. He had faked a letter from Professor Snape that had put on your desk in Charms class. The letter described as followed:

“Miss Y/L/N, Your scores on the test about deadly potion mixing have been the lowest I have ever seen in all my teaching years in this school. I’m afraid you will be suspended in advance and hope to pass next semester. I won’t tolerate a Gryffindor mocking my course, nor my teaching methods. I must take 30 points off Gryffindor. Yours sincerely, Professor Snape P.S. the same applies to Potter. Also the points.”

You teared up that day. And if it wasn’t enough, when you went to see Snape and found out it was fake, he took ten points off Gryffindor for being so naive and believing it was true. He also took ten points off on Harry, for being, once again, mingled in the sauce.

And putting everything aside, you couldn’t lie to yourself and pretend you weren’t going to look for his face that night. You couldn’t pretend you were not going to wonder about what would’ve happened if you had said yes to him. How you would slow dance together; how everyone would think you were the most unthinkable couple, but that deep down you were killing the game.

You brushed all of those feeling off, looking at yourself in the mirror forcing it to be the last time. You turned around and headed to the stairs before the ball began.

Harry was patiently waiting for you. He had been looking on and off to the stairs since girls started to come down. He was really nervous about the whole situation and for the first time, it didn’t have to do with him being the centre of attention as one of the champions of the Triwizard Tournament. He was nervous because of you. He had been wanting to ask you out since the beginning of the course, but never had the guts to do it, knowing that a friendship was at stake. The moment you said yes to him after dinner, his belly exploded in thousands of butterflies, and he promised himself that he would try to act as a gentleman for you that night. Because you were the most lovable person he had ever met.

Suddenly, you made the entrance on the stairs. His gaze immediately went to you - how your hair fell perfectly from your shoulders; how the tale of the dress would follow your steps when you went down; how your eyes would magically swing between the stair steps and him. He was taken by the view. Once you had come down, he greeted you with his arm.

“Hey.”

He wanted to say how good you looked. He wanted to, but something blocked his throat, and he was almost unable to speak.

“Hum… you… hum… shall we?”

You got the hint. “We shall.”

You two got in the line of the champions, who as tradition, entered the ball first and opened it with the first dance. While McGonagall was counting you to make sure everyone was at their place, you scanned the room looking for a certain bleached one.

There you found him.

He had his arms crossed with Pansy Parkinson’s. He was gracefully talking to a Durmstrang student as if it was a sort of haute-classe yearly networking party. You hated how he seemed so unbothered, so natural. He looked naturally happy. You hated it because all you could do was fake.

You decided you were going to give him a little bit of a show.

The trumpets started echoing and everyone stood in both sides of the Great Hall, except the champions and their partners who were waiting for the sign to walk up to the dance floor. When McGonagall gave the green flag, the line started to move, every couple having their arms crossed with one another. You decided to hold Harry’s hand. He looked surprised at you but didn’t move his. You were walking down the aisle, most people noticing the subtlety of your tangled hands. You peripherally looked at Draco, and noticed he had a blank expression on his face when you passed next to him. Was that jealousy? Indifference? Oblivion? You couldn’t keep thinking of interpretations when Harry’s hand got to your waist, beginning just like that the first dance of the ball. You gracefully moved with him, having internalized the compass weeks prior. You swung from one side to the other for exactly three minutes and forty-six seconds when you stopped the dance, and everyone clapped. Harry’s eyes were mesmerized on yours, seeming oblivious to what was happening on the outside.

“Y/N, I-” He started a sentence, but he rapidly stopped talking, getting closer and closer as seconds went by.

Was he going to…? You couldn’t succumb to that happening.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” And just like that, you left the dance floor in everyone’s eyes.

You got in one of the cubicles of the restroom. You locked the door behind you and melted on the floor. You were so conflicted… why all of a sudden did Harry have so much interest in you? And why did Malfoy tell you all those things a month ago and didn’t even lock his eyes with yours since?

“Y/N?”

It was Hermione’s voice.

“Yeah, here,” you replied, getting up.

“You okay?,” she said.

“Yeah, just a sec.”

You flushed to pretend and got out of the toilet.

“You don’t look okay.” Hermione knew you all too well.

“Just a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“Did the people overwhelm you or did Harry do it?”

You waited a few seconds to reply. “Both.”

“About the people, the hardest part already ended, we already opened the ball. About Harry, you should hint him that you don’t feel the same.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“It’s inevitable. Sooner rather than later.”

She didn’t know about Draco. You hadn’t told a soul about what happened. Mostly because you didn’t understand it yourself, but also because keeping it a secret made it more exciting – it was like your chocolate sweet before bedtime. You wanted it all to yourself.

You went over to the sink and started washing your hands.

“And you with Viktor? Have you two talked a bit?”

“Well, he doesn’t really talk. In fact, he doesn’t talk at all.”

“Stunning,” you replied.

She grinned back at you.

You both exited the bathroom and went to both your respective dates. You saw Harry sitting down on one of the tables, talking to Ron. You joined them.

“Hey, sorry for earlier.”

“Hey. No, it’s fine. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries.”

“You wanna dance, maybe?”

“Sure.”

He gave you his hand and showed you to the dancefloor. A lively rock song was being played and both of you started moving to the rhythm, having fun more than dancing. That was until you looked at your left and saw that someone couldn’t stop staring at you. You and Draco locked eyes with each other while he was also dancing with Pansy.

He put his hand on her waist.

You placed your arms around Harry’s neck.

He pulled Pansy closer to him.

You slowly got closer to Harry’s face.

That was until Harry cut the scene.

“You wanna go for drinks?”

You were surprised. Wasn’t he into you? Why was he not adhering to what was happening, even if you weren’t technically doing it to him?

“Okay,” you replied.

You both exited the dancefloor and headed to the drinks counter. He served you some punch.

“Y/N, I-”

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall blurted, “you must come with the other champions for the ceremonial speech.”

“The ceremonial wha-”

“Come, come. There’s no time,”

He looked at you one last time before being swollen by McGonagall’s anxiety. You looked at him leaving until someone disturbed your moment.

“No more boyfriend, Y/L/N?” Draco’s voice made an alarm in your heart go on.

You looked right at him. “I could ask the same thing.”

He smirked at you.

“What are you drinking?”

“Why do you care?”

“Woo-hoo, you were swollen by a dementor or what?”

“So funny, aren’t you?”

“So pissy. It’s because Potter left you?”

“You know, you sound like a kindergarten.” You stopped looking at him and drank more of the punch.

“Now that your boyfriend left, what you doing tonight?”

“What do you mean? We’re in a ball.”

“I stick to my question.”

You sighed. “I will stay at the ball until I’m tired and I wanna go to sleep.”

“Pity, I thought you might wanna get your wand back. Taking into consideration that tomorrow we still have class.”

You looked back at him, astonished. “My wand? Did you take my wand?”

“Who said I did? I’m just making a point here,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

“Draco, where is my wand?”

“Funny you ask because, it will only appear if you really need it.”

You got the hint. You looked one last time at Draco and rolled your eyes. You exited the ball with fast steps and headed to the seventh floor, left corridor, where the Room Of Requirements could be found. You closed your eyes and focused on your wand. Suddenly, where there was before a wall a door appeared. You got in.

The room was full of antic objects. You started by looking at the floor to see if Draco had thrown it, but you couldn’t see it. It was going to be impossible will all the number of objects.

“Looking for this?”

Draco’s voice echoed in the room. You turned around and there he was with your wand in hand.

“Draco, I’m done with your silly games. Give it back.”

“Come take it.” He kept it in one of his pants’ pockets.

“Draco,” you sighed, still you stood in front of him

You put one of your hands in his pocket to grab the wand and he immediately got closer to you. So close your lips were almost brushing each other.

“Hi,” he said.

You didn’t reply and with the willpower you have left, you tried to grab the wand. He got even closer, his crotch making contact with you. He had a boner.

You paralyzed and eventually, looked up at his eyes.

He was staring at you with no smile this time. He looked desperate and lustful. He pulled your head towards his, and his lips made their way to yours.

He started kissing you softly, only both of your lips playing with one another. Then he started introducing his tongue and biting your lower lip so hard it made you moan. You grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you. He moved one of his hands to your ass and squeezed it a few times. He let out a moan.

“The Room of Requirements,” you started saying between kisses, “only opens when you need it.” He tried to shut you up with his mouth but you continued. “How did you get in?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked you, ending the kiss and staring into your eyes. “I needed you.”

Enamoured. That’s how you would describe the way you felt at that moment.

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zombyjuice · 3 months

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YOU USED TO LIVE A BLONDED LIFE₊˚⊹ ᰔ(๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤)>c[_]

in which it’s almost valentines and all wonbin can think about is the girl on his bus rides home.

wonbin x fem!reader

cussing, awkward, kinda bad ngl, reader is poc ermmm enjoy :3

“I’m lonely, I need a man before Valentine or I’ll go fucking insane” you speak coming up behind your friend Luna who practically jumped out of her seat phone flying in the air “Goodness! Someone needs to go put a bell on you” you look down at her with a menacing stare getting out of your 🕴️pose and going to the other side to grab your chair, stepping over her phone.

“I feel like you’ve already gone insane,” she picks up her phone thanking God it’s not broken “Cute hair by the way” she points out your now dark brown hair up put in a ponytail and a white headband with a fluffy blue star clip attached to it, you smile softly touching your hair “hopefully that cute boy on the bus thinks the same, he’s always staring at me I think he wants at me” you let out a giggle and jump up and down on your chair “oh my GOSH he’s so fine how~”

“shut up I’m sure he’s going to like it your pretty and look straight out of one of those old quirky Japanese fashion magazines, also you don’t have the worst personality” she states finishing her coffee “Oh? whatever fuck you let’s go” you kick her under the table and watch her face curl up in pain laughing out loud.

You guys shuffle out of the cafe with grumpy faces seeing all Valentine’s decorations and giddy men and women with gifts for the significant others, “disgusting” you sneer “Be happy” you glare at her “Shut the fuck up and be mad with me fuck valentines!” you slightly shout her eyes darting around not understanding how you have no shame(in Korea), you were a strange complex person but she loved you for it, deciding to ignore the glares.

Not even on the bus yet eyes immediately start darting trying to find the boy excited dressed just for him even though in the back of your mind you knew you were never going to go up to him ever, especially remembering your first interaction.

To make a long story short he was at the bus station at 1 am doing God knows what (waiting for the bus) and since there was barely anyone there you and Luna thought it was the best time to do a silly little TikTok you sprouting with energy cause Luna just gave you tons of it.

The song was slowed down so there you were dancing your heart out (slowly) to Ma Boy by sistar19 to get the perfect video and everything would’ve been fine if you didn’t heard the stifled laugh that the boy was holding.

Your face contoured with fear and Luna's deadpan while tapping your shoulder to run. And ever since then you’d see the boy every day, which would be concerning any other man but this was a breathtaking man who looked at you like he wanted to go down on you any moment.

Luna says it’s not that bad because the video ended up being great the sped up video making people laugh and you guys got viral the next day but you think that was hands down the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“I think you guys would look good together” your friend states while you guys eagerly waiting for the bus “What do you mean? How?!” you get giddy slapping her arm “idk it give cute black cat bf and weird orange cat gf” “okay can you hop off always trying to insult me” “that’s what I do best” “oh you're a fucker” “ow! Stop pinching me gay fuck” “You’re g-”

“the doors open” a quiet voice that belonged to no other than your future(not really) pretty black cat boyfriend >:3

you both barely look back and beeline into the bus.

“haha,” you awkwardly laugh a little too late at the boy who looked at you a little silly, both of your eyebrows raised strangely at each other “Oh my gosh” Luna muttered.

You turned around all of a sudden you would like to leave right about now.

The bus ride was quite awkward you and your friend standing and chatting sometimes losing yourselves in the convos and laughing a bit too loud immediately going to check if he looked at you a certain way.

You guys shared cute glances here and there you could feel the way he looked at your outfit or the way he scanned your side profile also not failing to catch the soft grin plastered on his face.

When the time came around for you to get off your bus stop you frowned, yeah you guys never talked before and you weren’t planning on it, but his presence was enough you could gladly sit awkwardly next to him as he looked at you with those cute boba eyes, gladly giving him the same look back.

You gave him one last look and a soft tight lip smile before walking away with your friend off the bus, but what you didn’t catch was that he followed you guys off.

“excuse me- excuse me”

You guys turn stiff and you snap back to see him slightly smile and wave “Can I um speak to you, please, not to be weird or anything”

You look at Luna with a smile a little too bright and she nods smiling back and glaring at Wonbin before walking off.

you look back at the boy's direction and you walk up to meet each other properly…

“You changed your hair,” he states blankly your eyes go a bit wide, and chuckle a bit “Yeah I was tired of the blonde, but I’m nervous this might be too plain though it does look a lot better I might add some color or maybe like a couple of blo- sorry I blabbering” he giggles a little too hard eyes turning into crescents and cheeks burning red “sorry that was a weird statement, not your fault, haha but um I’m Wonbin…” he scammed your features and your reactions finding them all so cute how expressive and real you are it’s like he could see you take note of his name in your head.

“Wonbin.. pretty I like it! I’m y/n” his face burned more and he couldn’t help but let out a nervously high giggle “Also pretty I think you're pretty too and I wanted to introduce myself properly and take you on a date or two before you know, Valentine's” gulp.

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hp-hcs · 6 months

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(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 10 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

luna (Chapter Two of Watercolors) — tom riddle x male! artistic! hufflepuff! reader

there’s no romantic relationship between luna and tom just fyi <33

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The next thing the wonderful watercolor boy made Tom was a lake. There was no way to tell time inside the diary—it might’ve been an hour since the Watercolor Boy painted Tom the little hut, it might’ve been a year, who’s to say?

But eventually, the color maker returned. Tom sat back against the low stone fence surrounding his hut, watching with rapt fascination as the paintbrush reappeared, moving with wide, confident sweeps as it created a small lake just at the bottom of the hill. He watched, mouth slightly agape, as the brush hesitated, before slowly painting in a wisteria tree that wept dusty lilac petals all over the ground. A petal fell onto the surface of the lake, staying stationary for a moment before sinking below the surface.

It was beautiful.

Tom laughed, loudly and genuinely, as he sprinted down the hill towards the newest treasure, barely stopping to kick off his shoes before leaping into the lake.

It was freezing. As Tom resurfaced, his teeth clacked and chattered. His robes were heavy with water (real water!) and he had to slowly drag himself out of the depths. He laid on the bank, breathing heavily and shivering.

As he looked up at the never-changing paper sky, he wondered (not for the first time) what would happen if he asked the Watercolor boy to paint him something specific.

What if he got scared off?

What if he stopped painting?

No, Tom couldn’t risk that.

So he kept silent.

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The first living thing the Watercolor Boy painted in the diary was a girl. Barely reaching his shoulder in height, she had long, wavy blonde hair and a perpetually faraway look in her eyes. At first, Tom had wondered if Watercolor Boy had made a mistake while painting her to get such a dreamy look on her face, but then she’d introduced herself as a Lovegood. It all made sense then.

Luna.

Her name was Luna.

Tom thought that was the most beautiful name in the world.

Or at least he did.

“Luna?” Tom whispered, his voice cracking from decades of disuse.

“Yes, Thomas?”

They both laid on their backs underneath the wisteria tree, watching the petals fall and the stars glimmer.

(Stars. Stars! Watercolor Boy had gifted them with stars.)

“The Artist. The Creator. Who is it?”

“Who made me?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N,” Luna trailed off, her voice a comforting dreamy sound. Thick like honey, but too light to touch.

(Tom should ask Watercolor Boy to paint him honey. It would go well with the biscuits from the painted feast.)

“Y/N?”

“Oh, he’s lovely. You would quite well get along,” Luna murmured, closing her eyes and humming some unknown song.

“Y/N…” Tom mumbled under his breath.

~~~

“Thomas,” Luna sings, spinning around barefoot in the center of his hut. Her wand (that doesn’t work inside the diary, as it turns out) is tucked behind her ear, threatening to fall with every movement.

“Yes, Luna?” Tom looks up from his copy of the Quibbler. (The issue was from 1997. 1997!)

“There’s a door.”

Tom blinked. “A door?”

“Yes,” Luna murmured, her earrings swinging as she spun around again. “It’s not painted. It just appeared. Right there,” she slows her spin to point at the wall, where sure enough, there is a door. It’s not a true door, though. It looks cut, like someone took scissors to his beautiful hut and left a jagged doorway.

Tom stood. “Do we- should we go in?”

“I can’t leave, Thomas,” Luna smiles. “I already know. I can see it. I’m not real, so I can’t leave. But you’re real.”

“You- it leads to outside the diary?”

“Yes. I’m just a painting, so I am afraid I cannot accompany you. It was lovely meeting you, Thomas. I’ve much appreciated our friendship, however short lived.”

Tom touched the jagged edge of the door and gasped when the paper cut his fingertips. “I can’t just leave you, Luna. I’ll- I’ll miss you.”

“I won’t be truly gone,” she smiles again, that lovely dreamy smile. “If I never existed, then I can’t ever really be gone.”

Her words hit him hard.

“I’ll miss you anyways,” he said stubbornly, feeling a bit like a child again.

Luna stopped spinning entirely, stepping forward to grab ahold of Tom’s hand, and maneuvering it palm up in front of them.

Tom gasped.

His palm and fingers were streaked with blood from the paper cuts.

Red.

Blood.

Not ink. Blood.

Tom was alive.

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x male reader #tom riddle x reader #i love him #gay #these bitches gay good for them

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kitthepurplepotato · 6 months

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Chapter 3: A not-so-secret admirer.

Summary: Y/N meets Katsuki’s adorable side kick, Luna. This wouldn’t be a problem is Luna wouldn’t have a massive crush on Izuku and if Izuku wouldn’t be an oblivious idiot about it.

Y/N decides to help his roommate with the situation.

⚠️: Swear words, jealousy (don’t worry it’s not as bad as it sounds like)

FIRST CHAPTER MASTER LIST

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“Did you like my figurine idea, Y/N?” Kirishima comes to your side. You swear his whole body screams ‘please, praise me!’ and if Kirishima would have a tail it would wiggle in the air right now.

“The what?”

Kirishima makes a sad pout as he pulls you towards the secret entrance and closes the bookshelf then turns Deku’s figurine to the side and the bookshelf opens up again.

“The secret door opens with Katsuki’s figurine on his side and with Zuku’s on the other.” He says proudly while Katsuki makes a gagging sound in the background.

“It’s so fucking cheesy. I can’t believe I let you do that.” Katsuki mutters ashamedly.

“Says the guy who insisted to have a secret entrance to Izuku’s office from ‘his’ agency which is supposed to be separate from Shitty Deku’s.” Kirishima mutters to himself as he stares at the blonde with pure judgment.

“I already told you, the door is for me to make sure the fucker goes home and doesn’t sleep on his shitty sofa!” Katsuki yells. “We share a few team members to save some money on the wages, but my agency is my fucking own!” Katsuki’s face is about to explode when the door opens again; this time it’s a shorter, absolutely adorable lady, a few years younger than the rest of the gang. Her hero costume has a Lolita style to it; she’s wearing a baby pink frilly dress, massive platforms, also in baby pink and her hair is in two ponytails. Her make up skills are absolutely amazing; it’s super glittery and they highlight her lavender eyes just the right amount. You are not really sure how good of an idea it is to wear a light color to the battlefield and you are quite sure the frills are a pain in the ass to wash, but who are you to judge?

Well, technically, you have all the rights to judge as you are the one cleaning Izuku’s blood soaked uniforms, but maybe it’s better to ask her for tips than shun her for her terrible life-choices.

“What do you want, candy floss face.” Katsuki mutters, already annoyed with her existence in the office.

“My hero name is Pink Cloud, sir.” The lady smiles, not even offended by her boss not knowing her name.

“I know what your fucking name is, I hired you.” Katsuki mutters with a straight face. The two have a staring contest before Pink Cloud decides to let the other blonde win.

“And I’m forever thankful for that, sir.” She smiles and looks at Deku. Not at you. Not at Kirishima. Just Izuku. Your stomach turns in a really uncomfortable way at that; you really don’t need to be a genius to know that look she sports on her face.

This lady must have a massive huge crush on Izuku; she blushes right away and waves like a silly little fangirl; she even dares to come close to the hero and TOUCH HIS SWOLLEN LIPS, right in front of you.

Your blood boils. You are just about to say something inappropriate when Izuku moves away from the girl, clearly not enjoying her sudden closeness.

“Excuse my rudeness but… have you been in a fight? Do you need a healing chapstick? I always have one with me!” The lady starts to rummage in her bag and you take a deep breath; one so loud and dramatic the whole room stares at you in unison; Katsuki with a shit eating grin, Kirishima with nothing but sympathy while Izuku stares at you two like a confused, newborn lamb.

Izuku has zero idea about this girl crushing on him. No fucking idea.

Oh boy. You really don’t like this.

“I’m okay, Luna-Chan, I haven’t been in a fight.” Izuku mutters sheepishly. “I hope your international hero license exams are going well!”

“I’m almost done with them!” The girl grins happily. “Thank you for all your help! I wouldn’t have been able to get through it without you.”

Your existence is completely ignored. You are not a big fan of that.

“Khm… that’s so nice of you, Izuku.” You mutter under your nose, your gaze probably murderous at this point. The blonde lady makes a sudden gawking noise like she literally just realized you are in the room which makes your facial expression even more irritated, but the green eyed monster is gone as the lady jumps into your arms to hug you, like she’s meeting an old friend.

“Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you! You must be Deku’s roommate, Sweet Pea! I heard so much about you! I’m Luna! I’m Dynamight’s new side kick! You probably haven’t heard of me because I’m quite new and Mr. Boss insisted for me to train for a few months before I ‘show my ugly face’ to the media, so…”

“I said unbearable, not ugly. It’s two different things.” Katsuki retorts. “Stop telling fucking lies, I don’t want the fucking HR to be in my ass for no fucking reason.”

“You are not ugly, Luna-Chan!” Izuku agrees and you really want to smack him in the face right now. “It’s always a pleasure to see you around the common areas!”

Needless to say, the girl blushes right away. “Thank you! You aren’t bad to look at either! I loved your new Instagram picture with the glasses! Super cute!”

Nope. Fuck this shit. You are out.

“I’m going to the toilet. You have fun.” You try your best to smile as you make your way towards… something. You genuinely have no idea where you are but you are quite sure this is not the way to the toilet and this is also Katsuki’s side of the building so you have no idea what leads where.

“Nooo, I wanted to ask her about her really cute hoodie!” The girl whines. You stop in your steps and you do something you really shouldn’t; you eavesdrop.

“It’s my hoodie. Sadly, it’s not available anymore, it was one of my first designs when I started and this one is actually a prototype, the one on sale is a little bit different.” Izuku goes on his usual rant. “We were in a hurry this morning and this was the first thing she could find in my drawer…”

“Your drawer?” Pink Cloud’s voice wavers.

“Yeah.” Izuku says, clearly confused by why is that such a big thing.

Okay, now you feel terrible for this poor girl. She clearly did not mean any harm and it’s not like you can be mad at her for having a crush on Izuku, the walking fucking green flag. She’s also extremely touchy in general, she jumped into your arms without even saying a proper hi. Obviously that doesn’t help with the fact that she definitely has the hots for your roommate and that somehow she’s the only person in this bloody agency who missed out on the news that Izuku is already pining over someone else so her efforts will be fruitless.

You really need to stop being so silly about this whole situation; Pro Hero Deku has countless of fangirls, probably half of the population has a crush on him anyway and this girl is really just one of those fanatics; this sounds quite ridiculous coming out of your mouth as you also started as one of them but there is a massive difference between you two; this girl clearly knows Deku as the pro hero, the symbol of peace, the perfect example of a good boy, but then here’s you, who knows the nerd Izuku who’s dramatic and indecisive, who can’t cook even if his life depends on it, and if that’s not enough, he has the terrible habit of neglecting his own needs for the sake of others, but you love him with all his flaws and all his silliness. It’s two different things even if it probably feels the same for the girl.

You know you should just leave it as it is and trust Izuku to handle this situation on his own, but you feel a little bit bad for the poor girl so you decide to take the matter into your own hands.

You make your way back into the office, not even knocking before you barge back in.

“Hey, Izu, I feel like a need some fresh air, you coming?” You mutter and Izuku looks at you with his adorably confused face so Katsuki decides to help.

“Okay, all of you fuckers, get out of my fucking office. Right now!” Katsuki yells and slams his hands on his desk for good measure. “Ei, show Cotton Candy face that move you two were talking about the other day!”

“Ei?” Luna looks around if there’s another person in the room. She gets even more confused when she sees no one.

“That’s me.” Kirishima grins and pulls the girl with him. “The roof is on the left hand side, straight up the stairs!” He winks at you two and you make your way up the stairs right away.

“You are scaring me.” Izuku mutters behind you; his legs are long enough to take back the lead but he doesn’t; he just runs after you, keeping up with your own pace perfectly. You were such an idiot for doubting this man for even a second. If you would ask him to prove his love by running around in his agency stark naked he would probably do it for you.

You finally reach the door to the roof. Izuku puts his finger on the sensor; is there anything in this building that isn’t secured?!; then makes his way towards the edge and sits down like you two are not up in the fucking sky right now.

“Izuku, move your ass back to safety, I want to ask you something.” You look at the hero with a tiny pout on your face; Izuku looks terrified for a second then he looks down, probably considering if he can skip this conversation if he jumps off the roof right now.

Well, this sounds really dramatic but we are talking about Deku who once almost jumped into an active volcano in Indonesia because he thought he heard someone crying but it was just the lava sizzling on the rocks. He also never uses the main door when he goes to work, just jumps off the edge of your roof garden and poof, he’s gone. So yeah, jumping off the roof is a legit option for the greenette right now.

Thankfully, he decides not to run away; he makes his way back to your side with his eyes downcast and ready to be reprimanded, even if he has no idea why. He’s so precious, Goddammit.

“Izuku, look… this might be shocking for your pure little soul but do you know… that Luna-chan has a crush on you and is trying her best to get into your pants?”

“What?” Izuku stares at you like that cat in that one meme where the reporter asks him if he knows he’s a cat. You really have to try hard to not laugh at his utterly confused face right now. “She’s too young to even think about… pants, Sweet Pea, I’m quite sure she’s around fifteen.”

Okay, scratch that. You are just about laugh in his face and you feel zero remorse about it.

“Izu, she’s an official side kick. She must be at least 18 to be able to do that.”

“No way.” Izuku looks like you like just told him that Santa doesn’t exist. It actually seems like Izuku.exe has completely stopped working because the guy’s eyes are dead right now. “I… need to talk to her. Right now.”

… and he jumps off the roof. Well, you guess you can go back to Katsuki’s office alone then.

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By the time you manage to make your way down the fucking stairs - the elevator only works with fingerprints so you had to go down by foot again - there is chaos in Katsuki’s office. Kirishima’s ears are pushed into the bookshelf, trying his best to hear the conversation on the other side while Katsuki hisses profanities into his ear about being a nosy fuck. When Eijrou sees you standing in the doorway he waves you over with a cheeky smile on his face which disappears right away when Katsuki karate chops him in the nape; Katsuki hisses from the pain as the side of his palm hits Kirishima’s hardened hair.

“Fuck’s sake, sit the fuck down.” The blonde sighs and takes his phone out of his pocket. He taps a few times on it and puts the device down on the table, the volume set to minimal. Kirishima looks at Katsuki incredulously.

“You bugged your best friend’s office?!”

“He’s not my best friend. And it’s for emergencies. This is an emergency.” He mutters with a red face. You have no idea what to say to that, honestly. You are not really surprised. These two are so ridiculously overprotective of each other you wouldn’t be surprised to find the same device in Katsuki’s office, hidden somewhere behind the massive framed poster of Katsuki and All Might.

“… Yeah, it’s kinda true? I guess? I’m sorry if that’s…”

“… I know you did not mean any harm and I’m not here to reprimand you or ridicule you for this, there is no problem with you whatsoever for feeling that way so please, don’t take this in the wrong way but… ahh, how to say this… I already found my other half. My heart has been taken for months now.” Your breath hitches as you hear Izuku’s voice coming out of the speaker, loud and clear. There is no hesitation in his voice, not even a tiny waver of anxiety. This is pro hero Deku’s voice, not Izuku’s. “This person is everything I always wanted so I’m sorry for not realizing your feelings sooner but I literally can not see another human being that way anymore hence why I missed all the signs. I really want to say something like ‘keep your chin up it might change eventually’ but that would be a lie and I hate lying; Luna-chan, I think she’s the one.” Finally, Izuku’s real voice appears but you are too busy trying to hide your tears from the two men sitting on your two sides to actually react to it.

Why are you even trying to hide your tears, you have no idea; Eijirou is literally bawling his eyes out next to you. Katsuki just looks dead and if you wouldn’t know him better you would say he looks nonchalant but after all these months you are more than sure he’s having a full on conversation with himself inside that thick skull of his.

“How do you know the difference between a crush and true love?” A heartbroken, tiny voice comes over the speaker and you really need to calm yourself down to not run over and hug the shit out of the poor Cotton Candy girl.

“Crush is more of a surface thing if you ask me. You like the person and you like the way they act when they are in front of you but you don’t like them for who they are in real life; you don’t know this person well enough, you don’t know their dark side, the thoughts they’re having when they are alone… you like the way they look, you like their scent but it’s not like you can’t live without those things. When you get to know a person, there are a few things that will disappoint you; maybe it’s the way they snore, the way they walk, the way they smell after a long day of work but all of that doesn’t matter when you are in love with them. You get to love all those flaws and then one day you realize you can’t live without them; breathing gets easier when they are around, your chest feels lighter when you sit next to them… even the smallest thing they do make you want to come closer, like the red string of faith is trying to merge you into one human being instead of two different ones. It’s suffocating sometimes but in the best way possible.” You can hear Izuku’s smile as he finishes the sentence. “This is obviously an overexaggeration and these feelings do calm down eventually, but I’m not there yet; if this person would ask me to bring down the fucking starts for them, I would bring them all down one by one and make a string light out of them… okay, that’s physically impossible with the sheer size of the stars, but you know what I mean. I don’t think I can live without this person anymore. I feel like I would drop dead right away if that would ever happen.”

Your brain is in overdrive. Katsuki is actually about the gag at this point. Kirishima stopped crying now and he just stares at Katsuki with lovesick eyes.

“You know you can just say ‘Sweet Pea’ instead of ‘this person’, right?” The girl perks up suddenly. “So you two are a thing? She’s really cute by the way.”

Izuku stutters and you freeze; fuck, you didn’t talk about this yet… oh my god, this must be so awkward for him right now…

“Yeah, we are a thing. A really good thing.” Izuku giggles and by the sound of it, he moves closer to the microphone.

“Oh my god, I can see how much you want to go back to her, I can’t believe I missed the signs. I need to be more vigilant from now on, I don’t want to be dumb blonde of the agency!” Luna laughs and her voice gets quieter; she probably just moved to the other side of the room. “I need to finish my assignment before I clock out. See you around, Deku!” The door opens then closes. Izuku sighs. Katsuki turns off the app in a matter of seconds, opens up a chat instead and clicks on the first picture in there. When the secret door opens he shoves the screen into Kirishima’s face.

“Okay, stop laughing that hard, it’s really not that funny.” He rolls his eyes; oh my god, is he pretending that you all have red eyes because of a funny meme?! This is hilarious. And what’s more hilarious is that Izuku doesn’t even question it.

“Ready to go Home? I’ll give you a proper office tour next time.” Izuku’s hand reaches out for you and you don’t hesitate to take it.

“Yeah.” You mumble as you entwine your fingers with his and leave the agency after saying goodbye to the two on the sofa.

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“So…” Izuku speaks up the first time since you two got home.

There is a weird awkward silence between you two. It’s not an uncomfortable one per se; it’s more like a ‘I want to say something but you might hate me for it’ kinda silence.

“You know… uhm… Katsuki has a bug in your office, right?” You stutter out, all in one go. Izuku stares at you for a few moments then sighs.

“Yup.”

“… and you also have one in his office, for ‘emergencies.’” Well, that’s a guess, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Yup.” Izuku says nonchalantly and jumps into his next sentence. “You know, I feel really bad for Luna-chan.” He admits with a blush on his face.

“She’s probably crying into her fluffy pink pillow right now.” You add helpfully; you can’t lie and say you weren’t about to say the same.

“So…”

“I’ll make dinner, you call her over.” You jump off the sofa and make your way straight to the kitchen.

“I love you.” Izuku says with his phone already glued to his ears.

“I love you too, please tidy the table for me!” You yell after him and just like that, everything goes back to normal.

Well, your kind of normal. The perfect kind.

“Yes, sir!”

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The day after:

Shitty Deku’s group chat

Katsuki: What have you done to Cotton Candy Face?!

Shitty Deku: We asked her over for dinner, why?

Katsuki: WHY THE FUCK would you do that for?!

Kirishima: I’m like 100% sure she’s crushing on Y/N right now. She just changed her background to a picture of you two. I’m usually a chill guy, but that’s a little bit concerning.

Katsuki: Maybe her kink is to be the third wheel.

Shitty Deku: What have I done

… to be continued!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro, I wrote 95% of this chapter in one sitting. I have no idea how I managed that but here we are, almost on time 😂 Don’t get used to it.

- Luna won’t appear again (well, she might, but only for the joke) and she means no harm so in case you think I’m brewing some weird-ass love triangle, hell no.

- I love how Izuku and the reader are on the same wavelength. They are perfect for each other 😭

- I actually wanted to finish the agency tour with a heated making out on the agency roof but Luna was like “Might as well stir some shit up” so I’m sorry for that.

- The next chapter will also have a bit of angst in it due to a miscommunication but as you know, I love my babies happy and content so don’t worry about too much!

- If there’s anything you want to see in this story, please let me know ASAP before I start the main plot of the second season! Once I start that there’s no way back so this is your time to shine and give me more chapter ideas and make sure this series never ends! 😂

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated as always! Any thoughts? Let me know! 🥦

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @kastuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #midoriya izuku x y/n #midoriya x reader #midoriya fluff #pro hero deku x reader #izuku x you #midoriya x you #midoriya izuku x reader #Deku x reader #deku x fem!reader #deku x y/n

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whois-jess · 8 months

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Hi, I see you accept request. Well, I wanted to request a Rhea Ripley x Fem! Reader in which reader loses her pandora bracelet before to go to a party and she's desperated because that bracelet is so important to her (I have one myself and I could literally die if I lost it because it's very expensive and I put so much effort in collection charms and I'm still working hard to fill it all up) and Rhea helps her to look for it all over their apartment.

Pandora Bracelet

Rhea Ripley x fem!Reader

Hope you enjoy <3

I was getting ready for party some wrestlers were throwing just to have a good time, i was in me and Rheas bedroom at the vanity table in my navy dress and black heels finishing up some light makeup when i realized i forgot to put my special Pandora bracelet back on, i put my makeup away and looked on the vanity table for my bracelet but i couldn't see it anywhere so i checked the bathroom, nope not there either.

"Rhea!" I shouted as she was in the bathroom getting ready "yes love!" I heard her shout back "come here i need you!" I didn't hear a reply but i saw her enter the room "what's up love" she asks hugging me from behind "i can't find my bracelet Rhea" i say looking up at her "y/n we have to go soon we will look for it later" she smiles at me "Rhea you know how important that bracelet is to me its expensive as well" i complain, i got that bracelet myself but my nan would always buy me charms for it but sadly she died a few years back and it always reminded me of her "okay love we will look for it" she says letting me go "where have you looked" she asked "vanity and bathroom" i reply going over to my side of the bed to start looking to see if a dropped it, i knelt on the floor when a felt a stinging pain on my ass i look up to see Rhea smiling down at me "sorry could help it you look good in that dress" i let out a tiny laugh trying to be annoyed and went back to looking as did Rhea.

After awhile of looking i walked into the living room where Rhea was "found it?" She asked "no" i huffed getting upset that we haven't found it, i gussed Rhea picked up on this as she walked over pulling me into a hug "its here somewhere baby" she said stroking my hair as all i could smell was her perfume calming me down a bit i felt her kiss the top of my head letting me go so she could see my face i looked up into her blue eyes she was smiling at me her thumb stroking my cheek "yeah your right" i said smiling back at her "lets do one more look over before we have to go" she lets go of me as she walks over to our kitchen looking everywhere as i walk over to our second bathroom seeing if i left it in here.

I moved the towels in the bathroom the toothbrushes, toothpaste, our skin care, head bands and nothing i was stressing about it at this point and to be honest i almost started to cry, i knew it was silly to cry over a bracelet but to me it was the last thing i had of my nan and she was like my best friend when she was alive and not to mention how much it costs. I walked back into the living room seeing barry and luna and the sofa laying down on their blanket looking at me, i say beside them petting them "hi babys you okay" I say knowing they wont reply when i saw Rhea walk in "no luck?" I ask and she shakes her head "how could one bracelet vanish" i say standing up brushing my dress "i have no idea baby" Rhea says wrapping an arm around me "i am sorry love" she saus kissing my forehead gently "its okay its not your fault" i say smiling at her.

Barry walks over to us from his stop on the sofa jumping at Rheas legs "what big boy" she said stroking his head, i look down at him them at luna "baby you don't think they took it?" I ask looking at her as she stops Barry "check their beds if not its a trip to the vets" she says as i walk to their beds my heels tapping on the floor, i bend down looking at thier beds seeing nothing "nothing Rhe" i say and the thinks for a second "look under" she says as Barry tries to get her attention Luna stays laydown looking on at what's happening "alright" i lift Lunas bed to see nothing them i lift Barrys to see my Pandora bracelet sitting there "Found it!" I say with happiness putting it on "Barry what were you doing with it silly boy" i say petting his face then giving Luna some love "We should go now we are a bit late" Rhea smiles at me "yeah we should" i say kissing her cheek as i get my bag and keys and she does the same "ready now?" Rhea asks "yes" i smile holding her hand and place a gentle kiss on her lips before we leave for the night.

#rhea ripley #wwe judgement day #rhea ripley x reader

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bengiyo · 1 month

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23.5 Degrees Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

Last time, the school allowed them to restart the astronomy club, but many students believe in the superstitious rumors about the club, and refused to join. Ongsa and Sun joined the club, and Luna was eventually able to convince Aylin to join. Ongsa continued to fret over lying about her online identity to Sun, and ridiculously threw her phone away in the garbage. However, after much strife, she got her phone back and reconnected with Sun in her Earth persona. Meanwhile, it seems that Mawin may have a crush on Tinh. We left at Ton saying he and Ongsa dated before, and now I am working on my gameplan about how Euro can still win and be paired with AJ. I am also shipping the teachers.

Three days? Does Ton really get around that much??

Ton is so much. Oh my god.

I tell you these kids stay filming each other in ways I am not comfortable with. I am glad I came of age before this era of surveillance because I would not have survived.

Classic gay behavior: managing an organization’s finances to be closer to your crush.

Sorry, Ongsa. Now all of Thailand thinks you’re straight.

Blossom, what does Ongsa’s romantic history have to do with your debt? You better pay what you owe!

23.5 please don’t let me down on Mawin. Big Gay Boys need love, too!

Oh, Mawin, are you really ready to face the consequences of rule breaking for dick?

I’m invested in Aylin’s search for connection.

Hold on! Sun is a sports gay!

I am never going to complain about a silly pratfall in this genre. That’s a requirement.

This poor dog always looks like he’s hot.

They really didn’t think this sneaking into school thing through once the school president’s cousin was interested.

They really let Tinh film them breaking school rules. How silly is that.

The sisterhood of the traveling pants has arrived at the school.

Wow. They really fell on each other twice this week.

Look at the security guard being reasonable.

Ton is too much.

For a second I thought they were going to throw the teacher over the balcony to his death.

Hiding in a closet? It’s where many of us first meet and connect.

The finger touch with the light in the background was a really nice touch (ha!).

Alpha is a real one. She's maintaining discipline and giving her boy a shot with Tinh at the same time.

I don't know if Blossom should be feeling smug with the state of her game. At least she's being a good sport.

"Every girl would be into you if you were a guy." Sun, sidebar.

Oh ho! Chaoren knows about Ongsa's crush. She seems like she meddles. This is good for us.

I'm having a lot of fun with this. I was chatting with @ginnymoonbeam earlier when I had to pause about how specific this show feels for the lesbian experience and how that gaze is impacting even the male stories. I love how effectively Milk is playing a loser, and a lot of the GMMTV boys should be taking notes.

#Ben watches #23.5 the series #23.5 degrees #thai gl #gl series

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icallhimjoey · 4 months

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so apparently there are some rumers, that joe is dating a girl called kate and that they revealed their realiationship at bfi. I mean I dont care who he is dating, as long he is happy, so am I. But where do those rumers come from?? There is literly no information, just those people saying that they are dating and sending hate mails to kate…

okay, FINE, im going to get into this, tell you all i know, and then that can be it for the questions i keep getting about this, because it really is neverending (and insanely annoying to me) so, lets go

kate is a writer/director who works with/for 'film hub north/bfi network/rianne pictures' as stated in her instagram bio, lives up north near newcastle and is gorgeous

at the london film festival this year she has gone to see hoard

she posted a pic to her insta stories of the Q&A after hoard from her seat in the cinema (like so many other fans did too) and said some nice words about luna and she tagged some people

one of the producers reposted the story into their stories which i think is how people "found" her

kate had a pic taken on one of the bfi red carpets (by herself) AND had a pic taken in a large group, one of who was lorn (lauren quinn - no relation - this is not about her, but people draw conclusions about this too)

NOW

just a couple weeks before, joe made a playlist on his spotify account called "Kate's" with two songs in

so, some girls went 1 + 1 = this is a relationship

kate has red hair and is literally stunning, so they're saying "she's his type, must be true"

kate got messages/insta comments asking about it, she posted a story to her insta that said something along the lines of "this is silly please stop this is my professional account i should be able to post what i want without being harassed i have body dysmorphia pls leave me alone"

went private and then public again shortly after

when i say that there's been 0 actual proof that these two people even know each other, i truly mean that there's 0 proof that these two people know each other at all

if we're just looking at the facts: she's a fan

the end

every time people have been trying to link them up, joe's been pictured/filmed to be by himself

couple weeks ago, kate posted stories to her instagram of her being in malta and, presumably, people started asking questions, because she very quickly went private and deleted the insta stories

she went public again shortly after, and the day that joe was pictured doing a lil food shop in his local tesco's, kate posted a mirror selfie in a lift and behind her, there's an arm in the frame - now, imo, not even close enough to touch her bum, but people went BLACK COAT, THAT'S JOE AND HE'S TOUCHING HER ASS

big sigh

what kate is NOT doing is coming out and denying anything, which is a choice

she doesnt have to do shit, she doesnt owe anyone anything, but to hit the snooze button and ignore everything is definitely a choice

in turn, some girls are taking the no-denying as proof of it being real and have made twitter and tiktok accounts and KEEP FUCKING SENDING ME QUESTIONS THAT KEEP PUSHING THIS TO BE THE TRUTH (they are not nice about it either)

i have yet to see any truth to any of these rumours - to me it feels like a lot of stories being pulled from thin air that some girls find extremely entertaining

i do not

i have no interest in this

don't get me wrong - joe'd be lucky to date someone as pretty as kate, she seems lovely, but i am going to need some actual proof before i just go with whatever some people are trying to sell to me as the truth

please do not reach out to me on anon about this

if you have anything you want to discuss with me, please find me in the tumblr chat messages

thanks <3

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where-i-overanalyze · 1 year

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Soul Eater characters and their MLP Gen 4 equivalents

i will be disregarding all ships and familial relationships for this purely because it would make it WAY too complicated and this is my silly little haha. i already put too much thought into it, i cannot burden my mind with the restraint of familial and romantic relations.

first up, the main 7 characters. starting with the one who inspired this all:

Maka as Twilight Sparkle

she's got the wings, she's got the book smart, she's got the power of friendship on her side, it's perfect. this was all started b/c while rewatching the anime, we joked that Maka's dubbed voice sounded like Twilight. this one is the strongest comparison, it gets worse from here.

Soul as Spike

no offense to Soul, but he's usually secondary to Maka most of the time. snarky, sassy, and often asking questions. also, his name is Spike, Soul's got spiky hair, it makes sense.

Black☆Star as Rainbow Dash

cocky, proud, super strong, fast, and blue!! a lot of their development revolves around like valuing other people (Black☆Star is more about like,,,, becoming his own person but y'know) also they both have scratchy voices.

Tsubaki as Fluttershy

calm and mild mannered, but also on occasion has the ability to go apeshit. befriends someone who is quite strong and obnoxious that most characters find annoying.

Death the Kid as Rarity

obsessive about appearances and has a particularly fancy way of talking. pale?? distinctive hair. makes sense.

Patty as Pinkie Pie

no explanation necessary.

Liz as Apple Jack

older sister figure! blonde and realistic, kinda tough and used to having to work for stuff (though Liz doesn't have to do it too much anymore now that she and patty are chilling w/ Kid) also, AJ was the only one left of the mane 6 lol.

Crona as Princess Luna

obviously the moon connection, duh. dark aesthetic, doesn't understand other people, and gets kinda possessed by madness!! which leads into my next choice

Kishin Asura as Nightmare Moon

evil!! but also because they were a bit misunderstood. spreads their powers across the entire world. possesses someone who is also part of them. lives on the moon.

Lord Death as Princess Celestia

tall and a god figure, but also kind of royalty? super OP but also we barely get to see them fight or use their powers ever so that our lovely main characters can be the ones to defeat the big bad. questionable morals at times.

Stein as Discord

crazy ass bitch!! tall and a slightly concerning amount of people simp for them. looks stitched together, stuff sticking out of their heads.

Marie as Princess Cadance

Ox as Snips

weird hair,,,,,,,,,,

Harvar as Snails

tall?? Harvar's a spear so he's tall by default. he's also gold-ish when he's in weapon form so that counts, also pointy b/c unicorn and spear.

Jackie as Octavia

Jackie has to be Octavia b/c her name is based off of cellist Jacqueline du Pré and even though Jackie doesn't play cello, this is who she must be to fulfill her destiny. also, they both have dark hair.

Kim as DJ Pon 3 (Vinyl Scratch)

gay. unicorn, so she has magic like a witch

Kilik and the Pots as the Cutie Mark Crusaders

there's three of them and they are inseparable. do not separate them. Kilik can be Sweetie Belle b/c he's standing in the middle.

Sid as Big Mac

man of few words. super strong and ,,,,,,, angular?? idk they're both kinda blocky. sad eyes,,,,,,,, UNDERRATED.

Naigus as Zecora

doctor!!! also if i was a pony, i would have a crush on Zecora. i have a crush on Naigus. this is my reasoning.

Medusa as Chrysalis

evil. weird and confusing hair!! dark aesthetic with one accent color. insanely manipulative, undeniably slaying.

Arachne as The Storm King

this one comes as a suggestion from Tumblr mutual (and my literal current college suite mate) @xaltiide she says that this guy is "the big bad" but isn't doing Most of the bad stuff in comparison to the other villains.

and finally, my grand finale

Giriko and Justin as Flim and Flam

they suck!!!! they suck SO BAD!!!!!!!! and they're evil. HORRIBLE.

anyways, happy April fools everyone. i finished the last half of this post while an edible kicked in on a Friday night and i feel like that probably shows in what i have created, but i will stand by this.

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kittydragondraws · 7 months

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tadc thoughs

spoilers under cut

wow no introduction aww Aww I love their banter Jax… Maybe my theory was right censors:] i love that tbh I love zooble's voice Jax is so sweet, he'slike sans, can't open his mouth Pomni goin insane awwwww gangle, JAX YOU JERK hey early 2000's kids you feel at home now huh so there's more void, hah well that's not terrifying at all what da hell luna BUUUBLE TALKS AAAAUUUUGH HE'S SO CUTE AAAUUUUGH HE'S LIKE THAT CAUSE HE'S CUTE Jax: dies aka glitches caine is nuts lol aww he's kinda nice love how her eyes become scribbles when she's confudes xddcc lol i like it where did it… go me with my dog lol zooble is so swag lol this is kinda cute, watch this statement age like milk lol bubble is so cute, me and subconscious frfr "humanoid", UUUUHHHHMMMM…. same frfr whatdahell jax is so horrible um, whooooo…. coughmo? pinwheel eyes hah gangle is so sweet lol he sounds like a mix of n and angel dust you've been standing next to her for like thirsty seconds crybaby lol i quite like rag rag yes, you become kinger lol terrer owners be like anime face that's not terrifying at all i love micheal kovach good god dude, bro's so unbothered E Y E S whoa this is terrifying kinda silly still NOOOO RAGATHA!!!!! terrifying watch caine fix em all and this mean nothing lol neither do i king, neither do i no, no you're not I've seen this clip too many times so jump in the gliitch demon hole lol huuuuuh there's some like, two headed snake beast like this right perfectlycut screams lol please tell me she'll be okay… please… PLEASE! the face pieces lol this scene is probably so cursed behing the scenes awwww she's so sweet, and i thought i wouldn't like her who's pom-pom's va? so do your friends lol huuuuh, that didn't need to exist oh look this schtckums again jax is so cute twitter be like aww she's a little cute rude, look ina mirror bitch you got no FINGERS ZOOBLE IS BEST GIRL!!!! watch her clip through the mirror, or not barrel of monks well that's not terrifying at all :3 don't do it girl huh, it's giving DOORS, or ROOMS welp : colorful, have you looked in a mirror aren't you gloink? huh glitch beast fight lol conveniently placed escalators HE'S SO AWFUL I LOVE HIM will… zooble get her head back it's all repeating rooms girl uuuuuummmmmm C&A? it's the void girl whait what's happening? where are we going oh my god maneqquien world :) someoe call that number please she seen some horror abstracted, it's giving inside out so they don't get fixed????? how many humans have been there oh good she's back caine is best boi bubble you CAN cook lol poly foods lol at lest they get something, this is weirdly nice im gonna say it, i'd actually wanna live in the dc OOOOH COOL CREDITS kinger is thad lol you can't escape uzi or n hah lizzie freeman, sounds familiar i love the lil chibis neat ort

#kitty's kooky insane ramblings #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus spoilers #watch the tag start trending lol

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 1 year

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Candy Coated [Chapter Two] Hard to Swallow [Buddha]

A/n: I apologize that this took a while to get out. Thank you for your patience.

Warning(s): references to death, struggles with morality, comfort, soulmate au, female reader.

Tag list: @useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme , @quinloki , @yingxian , @2lottie2 , @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover , @tiredfairy , @the-queen-of-sorrows

No Minors Allowed!!

The following week is spent in the company of the Valkyries, mostly Göll, and Randgriz, a beautiful and kind-hearted woman with long light brown hair. They visit as often as they can, between ventures to Earth, trying to make your stay in the afterlife more comfortable.

So far it is.

The room constructed for you is warm and welcoming, but the fact you are dead still hits hard, much harder than you had expected. You appreciate the Valkyries for attempting to comfort you but this is something you must do on your own; accept your mortality.

But no matter how familiar you are with the concept of death, it's not something that comes easily.

With Randgriz and Göll in your company, it's easy to forget that your physical body is rotting in the aftermath of the hurricane, a sudden phenomenon that even the Valkyries won't bring up. It's strange, but you don't question it.

It's neither here nor now. All that matters is–

A soft voice calls your name, averting your attention. Your eyes snap back into focus, noticing the concerned look on Randgriz's face.

"Are you OK?" She asks.

You hum.

"I was miles away again."

"It's fine," Randgriz utters in understanding. "I believe it's your turn, however. We're on 2."

Your face turns red in embarrassment as you glance down at the cards in your hands. It's a silly notion, two Valkyries playing a card game with a human, but it comforts you.

Taking two cards from your hand, you set them face down on the growing pile.

"Two 3s," you claim.

It's a complete lie, but no one calls you out.

You glance over at Göll, waiting for her to take her turn. Her face turns red as she takes two cards and sets them face down on the pile.

"One 3."

"Bullshit!" You exclaim quickly.

Randgriz laughs.

"That is indeed bullshit, sister."

"N-no way! How did you both know?!" Göll asks with a squeak.

You don't know as much about her as Randgriz, but it's pretty obvious when she lies or gets nervous; her face shows her emotions.

Reaching down you flip over her cards, seeing that instead, she sat down one ace.

"You've got to learn to mask your expression when playing this game, or else you're going to take the pile again," you mention with a snort.

Göll whines and reaches down to gather the cards for the 2nd time. As she takes a moment to adjust them in whatever order suits her, your eyes wander to the cord around your ankles, sagging off the side of the couch as you rest with your legs beside you.

How long is it going to take before Brunhilde finds Yue-Lao? You have all the time in the world, but it would be nice to get the strings removed. They aren't hurting you, but since you've been in the afterlife you've had a craving for sweets. Perhaps this has something to do with whoever the God of Love and Marriage had paired you with.

They must be riddled with cavities… If that's possible for a soul.

"I'm ready to go!" Göll exclaims. Her eyes narrow in seriousness, inciting a snort from you.

"We shall see," Randgriz utters.

As she sets her first card down on the table, the door across the room bursts open unexpectedly and an enormous woman akin to a bodybuilder walks in; the sudden intrusion makes you lurch in fear.

Peering over your shoulder, you watch her scan the room until her curious green eyes rest on you.

"There you are. Brunhilde sent me to retrieve you," she mentions.

Your eyes widen. Did the older Valkyrie find something out?

"Good afternoon, sister Thrud," Göll announced with a smile.

Thrud smiles; her pink lipstick compliments her long braided hair.

"I almost didn't see you there Göll. Afternoon."

"Did you say Hilde is back?" The lilac-haired teen asks.

You raise a curious brow. Did Brunhilde go somewhere? You had no idea.

"She's waiting in the Observation Room," Thrud answers. Her eyes turn to you. "And she has urgent news."

"I understand," you utter.

Setting your cards down on the table, you stand with a groan. It's been a while since you've stretched your legs but at least they aren't numb.

"Thank you both for spending time with me," you mention to the two seated near the table. "Perhaps we can finish our game another time."

"I'll work on my poker face in the meantime," Goll mentions, inciting a snort from you.

Randgriz softly laughs, then wishes you luck. You leave the room with Thrud, following her quietly down the corridor in the direction Brunhilde had taken you to overlook the Valhalla Arena.

The suspense is eating you alive.

"I'm surprised by your expression earlier. Humans usually fear monsters like me," Thrud mentions, breaking the silence.

You raise a brow. What does she mean? You have a feeling she doesn't mean the fact she is a Valkyrie. Does she mean her size? You hope not; she is a stunning woman.

"Not everyone from my period understands, most fear what they don't comprehend... But I feel safe with you, so to call you a monster is cowardly. Thrud was it? It's a pleasure to meet you."

You give her your name, despite the fact she might already know it.

She peers over her shoulder at you for a moment, turning her attention forward shortly after; the tears in her eyes and the blush on her face might be the reason why.

You hope that you have lessened her insecurity about herself even just a little.

Passing the balcony, Thrud leads you to a door with a keypad. You avert your eyes as she types in the code, turning them forward once you hear the low beep signifying the correct combination. She opens the door, spilling shadows into the corridor, then motions you forward.

You take an uneasy breath, sauntering in.

The room is mostly dark and bare, except for a large flatscreen mounted on the wall akin to a theater screen. What appears to be a 3d map of the Earth is displayed on it, littered with thousands of red dots that you have no clue about.

Apart from the screen, a set of plush couches sit adjacent to one another with a long coffee table resting between them. Brunhilde is sitting on one of them holding a teacup in her hand.

"Impressive, isn't it?" She asks.

You hum, assuming she means the map of the Earth.

"What are the red dots?"

"Human souls," Brunhilde answers. She sets her cup on the table and stands, sauntering over to you. The screen illuminates her eyes as she stares at the map. "Thousands die every day. It's up to us Valkyries to guide them."

You frown, feeling like an inconvenience.

"And then you get stuck babysitting me."

"On the contrary. I've quite enjoyed this momentary break," Brunhilde clarifies with a grin. She turns her eyes to you and sighs. "And with that in mind, I regret that I've not been able to locate Yui-Lao."

She raises her hand and presses her thumb against her bottom lip, biting down on the nail.

"I searched all across the God Realms for him and found nothing. The old man is elusive, annoyingly so."

"That's unfortunate," you utter.

An air of disappointment consumes you, but you understand her plate is full. She doesn't have to waste her time helping you.

"I have however located your tether," Brunhilde mentions with a sigh. "He wasn't hard to find, considering your cords are the only ones stretching across the realm."

Your face heats up. How are you meant to take this news? Because you're both scared and curious.

"W-what now?"

"It depends on you," Brunhilde answers. "Regardless I will continue to search for Yue-Lao, however, the Valhalla Arena is not a place for a human soul to reside."

She isn't sure how long the search will take, you take from this. But where will you go?

"I trust your guidance, Brunhilde."

The said woman grins. She offers her gloved hand to you, and once you take it, a familiar white light consumes you. Once it fades, you drop to your knees as a wave of dizziness causes your head to spin.

Not again.

You take a deep and uneasy breath, staring down at the grass beneath you until your head clears.

"I'll never get used to that," you complain.

Lifting your head, you narrow your sore eyes as the bright rays of the sun beat down on you. The area Brunhilde had taken you to was a gorgeous farming village at the base of a large mountain range covered in snow. It was the most stunning place you had ever seen.

"Where are we?"

"It's known here as the God Realm, a good realm in the cycle of existence known as Saṃsāra," Brunhilde explains. "Though your soulmate doesn't have to be here, he often frequents it."

You stand beside her, raising a curious brow. You've heard the word Saṃsāra before. But from where?

"This way," Brunhilde orders.

She leads you through the empty streets to a temple built into the side of the mountain; its rustic stone structure has you in awe. The architect almost appears Asian, but you aren't certain of the exact origin.

What sort of man is your soulmate?

Walking into the temple, you follow Brunhilde into the main hall where a large plush seat in the shape of a lotus flower sits against the far wall. On it, resting on his side is a muscular man in a tank top with his light green hair - black on the sides - tied backward in an old-fashioned way.

"Bu-chan! You came back to see me," the man declares. His blue eyes shine in glee behind his glasses, but the curious look he gives you doesn't go unnoticed.

"I didn't come back to see you," Brunhilde mentions calmly. "I came back to introduce you to someone."

He hums and sits up with his legs crossed in front of him; the red cord around his ankles is noticeable now, connecting to yours.

"You're the one Bu-chan mentioned."

She had told him about you? Giving her a brief curious look, you avert your attention back to the friendly man, uttering your name.

Brunhilde grins in response and raises her hand toward him.

"This adolescent man is known as Gautama, but you know him as the Enlightened One, Buddha."

Is she serious? Your eyes widen in disbelief.

"H-he's a God?!"

This can't be right.

Buddha grins.

"The old man has a sense of humor, no?"

No kidding. What reason did Yue-Lao have for tethering you to a God? This has to be a cruel joke.

"Since I'm here, though. There is a serious matter I wish to speak to you about," Brunhilde mentions suddenly. She turns her eyes from Buddha to you. "Please wait outside in the meantime."

You can't escape quickly enough, stopping just outside the main hall and out of ear reach from whatever serious matter Brunhilde had to speak to Buddha about.

It honestly isn't your concern at the moment.

What should I do?

You rest your back against the stone wall, taking a deep uneasy breath. Things were different before when you had thought your tether was a human. But now that you know he is a God, the situation feels almost taboo.

Staring out at the gorgeous farming village, you realize that you know next to nothing about Buddha other than what the textbooks during your period say about him. He's meant to be a peaceful man, isn't he? Brunhilde had referred to him as an adolescent. Why?

One thing you know is that the man you had just met is not the Buddha you know. He's hot.

Your face heats up in response.

Why is this happening to me?

"Have I offended a God?"

"I doubt it," states a familiar voice.

You lurch in fear, turning your scared eyes to the God in question. He stands just inside the temple with his arm resting on the frame; the stick of a lollipop rests between his grinning lips. Your heart pounds in your chest as you stare at him, noticing his sharp canines. He smells divine.

"Because I've offended a lot of Gods and I've never been in a situation like this before," Buddha adds. He taps his foot on the stone floor to emphasize his point.

You raise a curious brow, but you don't question it.

"Where is Brunhilde?"

"She went back to the arena. Asked me to give you a place to stay while she searches for the old man," he answers.

His teeth click against the lollipop as he rolls it in his mouth.

"I guess we're roommates then," you utter.

Buddha raises a brow, as if he doesn't understand the term, but snorts regardless.

You crack a grin.

There's no telling what the future holds for you with this God as your soulmate but until you know for certain what plans Yue-Lao has for you both, there's no other option but to go along with what fate has in store.

"So um… What do I call you? No offense but Buddha is a bit hard to swallow."

"Whatever you like," Buddha answers. "So long as it gives you comfort."

What a lovely notion.

You can't help but wonder, however, if following Brunhilde's guidance on this matter is the right thing to do. Souls aren't meant to have tethers and they sure as hell aren't meant to be fated to a God.

Let's hope it doesn't come to bite me in the ass later.

#record of ragnorak fandom #buddha ror #record of ragnorak fanfic #buddha x reader #female reader insert #soulmate au

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mapletine · 3 months

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silly celeb au concept sketches (wing photocard next week <3)

+ i have so many thoughts abt this au guys i need to be sedated (don’t open the cut unless u rly want more info bc. there's. A LOT. it will be a wall of incoherent rambling text im sorry)

ok first disclaimers: i know very little abt idols and even less abt modeling so!! if anything is horrifically inaccurate forgive me im stupid!! and also this will literally be stream of consciousness unedited so if it makes zero sense im very sorry

now we begin the madness

some background info: kite was scouted off the street (as he was walking off from pickpocketing someone LMAO) for his height and build, currently very sought after to model for many brands because he’s literally the same as the sketch models on paper so the designers don’t have to compromise on their clothing designs to fit the model, bc he just. looks exactly like the paper sketch. also the white hair is very distinctive!! and his prep/management team is his research team <3 he’s currently the face of several brands, including the zoldyck brand (i see the zoldycks as a very influential family in the fashion/modeling industry, kikyo was a former model until an accident, now she’s focusing on designing, all the kids are involved in the industry somehow, illumi is within the same agency (?is that how modeling works) as kite). he’s in his mid-twenties ish and hes 6'3" - 6'4" (190 - 193 cm)

wing and his idol group debuted a couple years ago (haven’t thought too much about the members, but im thinkin feitan maybe? kurapika?? shalnark?? idk guys maybe he’s a solo act) and they’ve skyrocketed to fame. uhh in terms of content they produce, thinkin something similar to wayv/bts type music (stuff that crowds just eat up LOL like love talk by wayv, luna by oneus that kind of music) and im thinking that wing’s debut look was REALLY BAD (they made the poor man blond) but when they put him back to his normal hair color he got rly popular. he’s had some bad eras where the stylists made him look a little goofy but… he’s good now (his best era was the mullet era). also he was trained by bisky who was a former idol who has retired and she's a legend in the industry… and wing is currently guiding an idol trainee (zushi lol). wing’s in his early-mid-twenties i think and he's 5'9" - 5'10" (175 - 178 cm)

ok and the main 4 fit into this uhh... i think gon is also an idol trainee along w zushi. and killua is currently modeling for a popular teen's clothing brand. i think i mentioned kurapika as being a part of wing's idol group but lowk i think maybe he's an actor instead. leorio is also. an actor. yeah ok there we go

uhhhh ok general thoughts:

i see them meeting at like.. the met gala or its equivalent and they meet when wing trips over kite’s clothes (he’s wearing something with a ridiculously long train and wing isn’t looking where he’s going), and at first wing thinks kite is super standoffish/rude bc he doesn’t apologize or offer a hand when wing trips… he just.. sorta stares at him on the floor for a second then clacks off in his very pointy shoes (he was flustered abt the very pretty stranger who just fell for over him. also he was STRESSED asf) (also the perspective that wing had probably didn't help bc bro was on the floor and kite was staring down at him from a height of like 6'9 with the heels)

afterwards there’s a bunch of pictures and edits of wing falling over all over the internet bc it was kind of funny… and ppl are telling him like “oh my god you tripped over yorknew’s top model the LITERAL FACE of fashion right now” and wing is like “damn i didn’t know also he’s a jerk”… and to kite ppl r telling him “oh my god the country’s MOST POPULAR IDOL tripped on you” and kite’s like “uhhh.. who?” (he doesn’t keep up with the entertainment industry despite being a part of it) and they both search each other up and they both have a moment like “oh my god i fucked up (also he's really hot)”

anyways they continue randomly (not at all random very much orchestrated by the people around them) meeting at things,,, there’s a very awkward apology from kite where he explains (sortof) why he didn’t help wing up… uhh stuff happens they fall in love and start dating LOL (i didnt think abt this part that hard) and for a hot minute there r paparazzi photos circulating of them together and the media is losing their collective shit

fast forward a little bit and they r like “yea we r together LOL” and then u start seeing kite at wing’s concerts in a spectator box staring very lovingly at wing on the stage and wing (and sometimes his whole idol group) starts showing up to fashion shows and wing looks like shellshocked every time kite steps onto the catwalk hes got kind of an awed stare on his face

ok future thoughts:

after abt two? ish years dating (engaged for 6 months out of those 2 yrs) they have an extremely private wedding with only close friends invited, and when ppl start noticing theyre wearing wedding bands (takes a while bc wing usually wears a lot of rings anyways, and kite wears his on a necklace and not on his hand) the media has a collective meltdown. again. (i am the media in this i think. i have meltdowns bc of them.)

um and eventually (around when him and kite get married) wing's idol group splits apart as they all go to pursue individual passions/careers, so now he's workin on his own music/vision. i think his personal music is much more peaceful and vibey than what his old group produced, more gentle love songs and poetic music and whatnot.

and kite steps out of the spotlight and is focusing on nature conservation philanthropy type stuff,, so he'll still step out and model for charity/fundraiser type stuff and he's the face of a large conservation foundation. (also bc sometimes he'll join like.. ocean cleanup initiatives or similar things and like. imagine ur volunteering to pick up garbage on the beach and u literally see like. anya taylor joy and her husband also out there picking up garbage or smthn. that's how the other ppl feel.) hes also a big advocate for no kill shelters and donates a shitload to them i like to think.

so yeah ok if u made it this far bless u!!! i dont really have any coherent storyline thoughts just this aggregation of random world building thoughts ok bye (btw if u have thoughts on this feel free to dm me abt them or tell me what u think in the replies or tags im brain rotting abt this stupid au so hard rn)

anyways im no writer (if u couldnt alr tell from this word vomit) so no fic but i may continue churning out thought fragments like this

#kitewing #silly celeb au

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justaduckarts · 11 months

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Hey Duck,

I adore your writing, especially the Star Holder stuff. I was wondering how the Gods may act if someone were to give them a rock and say "I want to give you the whole world, but all I can give you is this rock"? I'm sure some would just melt :3

Keep up the fantastic work. Take breaks when you need it. Stay hydrated and healthy.

Hello!

This was a cute idea, so I'm going to write short little blurbs of their reactions! For the sake of these blurbs, we are NOT the Star Holder.

Sun:

You presented the radiant god with a small, shiny stone you found in the garden. He paused, looking at the stone upon his desk with interest. The quills scribbling away all around him slowed.

"What's this now?" Sun's brow furrowed as he lifted the rock up. It seemed so much smaller in his hands than it had in yours.

"It's a rock," you smiled, but you couldn't fight the nervous blush on your face. "I want to give you the world, but I can't. So I hope this rock will do." You fidgeted.

Sun's soft rays glowed so bright you had to shut your eyes. And then he laughed. A warm, unfettered laugh that echoed around the office and shook the walls a little. When the light was dim enough for you to peek, he was getting up from his desk. You watched as he tucked the stone into his pocket for making his way around the large desk towards you.

"Come on, sunspot," he offered you his hand, "let's go have a snack."

Moon:

The soft sound of pages turning filled the library. You didn't even know the Luna temple HAD a library, but here you were. And seated on a bench, nose-deep in a book, was the moon god.

"Psst," you waved to him as you approached, "may I sit there?"

Glancing up from his book, Moon realized you were asking to sit beside him. Moon had seen you around the temple many times and though he wasn't the best with expressing his feelings, he rather liked having you around. Nodding, he patted the bench beside him.

Taking a seat beside him, you peered at the book in his lap.

"What are you reading?"

"Some philosophy from the East. They have fascinating customs." Moon looked at you curiously, "were you looking for me?"

Mustering your courage, you presented Moon with the beautiful hunk of carnelian you'd found while shopping the other day.

"I wanted to give you the world," you joked, "but all I could find was this rock."

"It's a not just a rock," Moon's silvery claws brushed across your palm lightly as he took the carnelian from you, "carnelian. Very lovely." He turned the stone over in his hands.

There was a pause.

"Oh." Moon's eyes glowed brighter as he realized what you'd said. He chuckled, tucking the carnelian into his bag.

"Thank you," he smiled, "...would you like to read with me?" He scooted closer, allowing you a better look at the book.

Pluto:

When you placed the strange rock you'd found along the mountain trail into Pluto's hands, her eyes lit.

"Oh, it looks like a little bird!" She grinned, showing off that cute gap in her teeth. "Thank you, buttercup! But what's this for?" She held the little rock to her chest.

"Well," you laughed before you could even deliver your silly pick-up line. "I wanted to give you the world, but all I had was this rock."

Pluto lit up light a Christmas Tree. Her snorty laugh echoed around the forge, as she hid her blushing face in her hands.

"That's so sweet," she peeked at you, "thank you very much." Setting the rock on a high shelf, she turned back to you.

"Alright, little flower," she smiled, "why don't you sit? I'll make tea."

Lunar:

A rock. A very strange rock. Lunar took the rock from your hands and held it up to the light coming through the window.

"Whoa, it's all... rainbow-y," he tilted his head, noting the strange cube-like structure. The way it was weirdly hollow. Lunar seemed transfixed by the small bit of bismuth. You grinned.

"You like it?"

"I do," he nodded, "it's weird! Funky!" He balanced it on the tip of his finger, offering it back to you.

"Oh, it's for you," your grin stretched, "see, I wanted to give you the world, but all I had was this rock."

Lunar's eyes widened. He grinned wider.

"Silly! I already have the world," he propped his chin in his hand, "as long as you're here."

Eclipse:

The parlor was silent. Eclipse stirred honey into his tea, a serene smile on his face.

"How have you been, dear?" He glanced across the table at you. You shifted in your chair.

Okay. This went a lot smoother in your head. You were quickly realizing you were NOT smooth, not in the presence of this mountainous god.

"Oh, I've been good!" You smiled, looking into your tea, "and you?"

"I'm always well when you're here, darling," Eclipse sipped his tea.

How were you supposed to compete with that?

"Actually, I uh, brought you a gift," you opened your bag and sifted through for the small velvet pouch.

"You didn't need to do that," Eclipse set his cup down, "your presence is gift enough for me."

"I-I know, but I..." You set the little red bag on the table. "I thought you would like it."

Curiously, Eclipse plucked up the pouch with one of his lower hands. He carefully untied the ribbon, not wanting to tear the precious pouch with his long claws.

And once the velvet fell free, Eclipse's amber eyes widened.

A delicate chunk of obsidian. It shone in the light of Eclipse's rays as they grew brighter and brighter.

"Darling..." He looked at you.

"I um." You laughed nervously, "I wanted to bring you the world, but this was the best I could do."

Eclipse smiled, rays growing ever brighter.

"Oh, darling. I don't need the world," he stood, setting the obsidian down carefully.

Your whole face flushed as the god of darkness knelt beside your chair. He tenderly took up your hands.

"I would be happy just to have you here with me."

I hope you enjoyed these fun little blurbs! I love writing fluff, oof.

#justaduckarts answers #star holder au #the sillies

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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Hi!! So each Sinclair brother has his thing. Bo has cars, Vincent has art/sculpting, and Lester has animals/roadkill. So could you pretty please write something where either little sister or daughter reader is into bugs? Just doing weird kid stuff like “Caterpillars and ladybugs are my friends. No!! Don’t swat at it!!” And rattling off facts excitedly like “Did you know moths don’t eat and only live for about a week?” But then later her years of having bug collections comes in handy as she grows up to be an entomologist. 💛🐛🐞

Hello there <3 This was such a cute idea, thank you for requesting it!

I hope you'll enjoy <3

LADYBUG'S BEST FRIEND

Warnings: silly facts about insects, mentions of murders, dangerous reader. If there is any mistake I'm sorry!

You were still quite young when your parents noticed your interest in insects. You could be playing in town and whenever a bug or a butterfly or anything would fly near you, you would stop to watch it with a certain fascination.

Very quickly you started to love to follow them and talk to them.

You even called them “your friends” (it wasn’t like you had anyone else in town anyways).

You enjoyed flying insects the most at first, but then you grew as fascinated about the walking ones, like ants, or even spiders (even though they are not insects).

Bo always found that weird, but he was glad he didn’t have to deal with a child who was screaming anytime she saw a little insect coming closer to her. Vincent enjoyed seeing your fascination and how your eyes lit up. Lester also absolutely adored it! He loved roadkills and animals, so your love for insects wasn’t that far and he could totally get it.

You started to ask a lot of questions about bugs and insects to your parents but their knowledge was soon not enough for you.

As you grew older, your love for them never stopped and you continued to wonder about them, and you were often asking Lester to bring you in the woods or somewhere you could discover new insects.

Bo bought you books and he tried to read some to you, even though he found this absolutely boring. He was always gently teasing you for this hobby of yours.

Vincent taught you how to draw animals and insects and dead nature. You became actually quite good and when he showed you some Vanity paintings of the Renaissance, it became your favourite genre.

You started to draw the insects you saw, or to follow some with your notebook and pen but you were always complaining about the fact you didn’t really remember them or that you hadn’t been able to see them well enough to do a good reproduction. So Lester started to bring you the insects he found dead on his way.

He didn’t find them often, but when he did he knew you were going to be really happy about it.

That was how you started to collect insects. And you continued to read books, and whenever you were finding a species you were trying to guess the family, and then you were looking up the exact name of it.

You also started to know a lot about them and you couldn’t help but share facts about them to your parents.

“Did ya know some moths, like the Luna moth, don’t have a mouth and so they can’t eat? And because of that they can only live for about a week?”

“No I didn’t, honey, but ya do have a mouth so please eat your soup now”

“And did ya know one ladybug can eat up to 5,000 insects in its lifetime?!”

“Yes, and ya eat heigh spiders every year, darling”

“That’s impossible, father, because the vibrations of our heart and breath are probably perceived as an indication of danger for the spiders!”

“... Ain’t knowin’ if I should be impressed or terrified right now, Y/N”

“Oh speaking of fear, caterpillars or larvae in general can feel stressed out because of loud noises! Isn’t it crazy that little things like that can feel so much! I wonder if they understand me when I talk to them, like Jonesy!”

Lester loved to listen to you and he totally encouraged you to keep talking about your passion, because he enjoyed how interesting you were but also because he wanted to let you know that he was proud of you and that he was supportive.

The twins listened as well but also shared looks, thinking their daughter wasn’t fully sane (but they still loved you).

You also started to get very interested in poisonous insects and deadly ones.

It was probably because you had been raised by killers, so you always loved dangerous characters in books and movies, and dangerous insects in real life.

You found it fascinating that a little thing could kill a human.

You also loved the idea that one day, a little thing like yourself, could kill a grown man.

On the other hand, it meant that your family wasn’t allowed to hurt one.

Whenever one of your parents would try to get rid of an insect, you would jump on their arms and beg them to let it go and to not touch it.

As you grew up, your collection grew as well: you also had more and more notebooks filled up with drawings and names. You also started to study the insects’ bodies and the way they eat, procreate, react when they feel in danger. You noted everything down in your notebooks. You also tried to fact check the books your parents bought you.

It happened that you sometimes proved the books wrong and you were so proud about it.

As you grew up, your hobby became a lot more serious for you and you started to really want to study insects.

Lester was really supportive of this. Vincent thought it would allow you to keep drawing so he was happy. He was also trying to make you do wax sculptures out of your little friends and you often agreed, so it was all good for him. Bo was quite proud that his daughter was going to study in the field of science, so he was also eager to let you go to college and then university for you to become an entomologist.

You were very grateful, especially because in a bigger city you also discovered how insects were reacting to the human impacts on their environment.

And that was how you decided you wanted to especially study this: the cohabitation and coexistence between insects and humanity.

Later on, you started to write articles about it and to work at a research laboratory that wasn’t too far from Ambrose.

Your parents were so proud they had been able to raise you right enough for you to have a normal job.

At the same time, your “normal” job allowed you to do some research such as reproducing the cell-killing protein of the spider Brown Recluse (Loxosceles reclusa), to make it more dangerous and then to use if on your blades, so now, when you came back home to kill tourists, your attacks were able to create instant necrosis on their flesh.

You ain’t a real Sinclair as long as you don’t use your knowledge to be destructive.

And gosh, your parents couldn't deny: you were one of them.

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lifeofamarauder · 2 years

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Dark Prince 2

Mattheo Riddle x Odette

Part 2 <3 (it gets more spicy as we go but you first need to SUFFER)

Word count- 1,487 words

Note- I wrote this not from Y/n perspective but let me know if you want me to post that version as well if you prefer it! I tried not to use too many descriptors for Odette, other than her house and family names.

I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the windows next to me. I looked out and saw it was starting to get dark. The library was nearly empty of students, save for a few stragglers and the book I'd started was splayed out in front of me.

To my surprise, on its left stood a hot chocolate. I couldn't help but wonder if That Boy had brought it to me. I decide this is impossible and figure it could always have been one of the castles many house elves. I'd formed a bit of a bond with them when I joined a Gryffindor my year and a few others to protest for their rights, so it's not unlikely for them to have brought it. It certainly feels more likely that they would have brought it rather than the ever mysterious Mattheo whom I’d just met.

I picked up my books and the hot chocolate and started sipping on it as I walked past the many shelves, planning to sneak down to the kitchens and grab some food to bring upstairs so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I was so focused on not spilling the rich chocolate on my books that I almost didn't notice the Slytherin girl coming straight towards me with a sickly sweet smile.

"Hi! Im Astoria. You're Odette, right? Ravenclaw?"

I looked down at my obviously blue robes and back up to her.

"Yes...?"

"Right. Pleasure." She held out her hand and her face gave me the impression it was anything but a pleasure for her to be talking to me.

"I heard about your meeting with Mattheo today, I thought it was really nice what he did for you, seeing as it was your birthday and your only plan was to read in the library.” Astoria was looking me up and down by this point, utterly unimpressed. “Alone.”

Again, her facial expressions directly juxtaposed what she was saying, but I was too curious if this meant Mattheo really did bring me the hot chocolate so I took the bait willingly.

"Sorry, what exactly did he do for me?"

"The spot, silly. It clearly meant a lot to you seeing as you were looking like you were about to cry.." She chuckled then, the first actual smile that came to her face. "I just wanted to come wish you a Happy Birthday as well after hearing about everything. It was so sweet of him."

Astoria was nodding so fervently at that last line that I felt myself nodding along.

"I mean he's so... charitable. Yeah, that's one of the things I love most about him." At this she began glaring down at me all pretend niceties gone by this point.

Ah... understood. I began feeling slightly embarrassed by my earlier feelings around him as she was making it clear that he was her boyfriend. Yikes.

"Yeah, ok, I get it. Thanks. If you’ll excuse me,” I nudged past her and went to the Great Hall. So far my whole having-this-day-all-to-myself thing was ruined anyways so I might as well ensure I have a fulfilling dinner.

I head to the Ravenclaw table and find a seat across from Luna, reading her Dads magazine, the Quibbler.

After calling her name a few times, Luna finally looks up, looking utterly perplexed at her friends sudden appearance.

"Geez Luna, you look like you've seen the Bloody Baron. Its only me!" She smiled at me then, a huge bright smile that reached her whole face.

"Odette! Happy birthday!! I wasn't expecting to be able to see you until tomorrow. I have something for you!" She said airily.

Luna pulls out a large glass ball with a gold band around it from her pocket. "It's a Remembral, if you ever forget something, it'll glow red!" She exclaimed while reaching across the large table to hug me. Though it wasn’t the most comfortable hug, the sentiment was so nice I ignored it and laughed, thanking her. I sit back down and just as I'm reaching for some of the feast, I look up feeling someone's eyes on me.

Right behind Luna, I find a broody Mattheo. Under the candle-light I swear his eyes sparkle.

I notice he's surrounded by some of my absolute least favorite Slytherins. While they look like they're are trying to all carry on conversations with him, he hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

I point to the hot chocolate with a questioning look on my face and he smiles, looking back down at his food. I match his grin until Astoria sits directly down next to him and whispers something in his ear. He looks at her and I force myself to look away, reminding myself he’s taken and I have absolutely no interest in him whatsoever.

I finish my meal rather quickly and Luna prattles on about the different articles from this week. I’m thankful as my mind is filled with thoughts of what Astoria could’ve been whispering in Mattheo’s ear.

I work hard not to look at them through the whole meal, even if I do have the sensation that he keeps staring at me.

As I'm about to get up, I am stopped by a shoulder gently forcing me back down to the bench.

"Odette! Happy Birthday special girl."

My brother has a knack for talking exactly like our Great Aunt Amelia on occasion. I notice at his appearance, Luna quietly excuses herself to her dorm.

"Thanks, Silas."

He smiles his million watt smile and pulls a small box wrapped with a giant blue bow out of his pocket.

"This is from me and Mum. She picked it out but I wrapped it. It’s going to dazzle you.

I gingerly take the box from him and begin opening it already dreading whatever my Mums cooked up for this years gift.

I open the box and am in fact quite dazzled. Inside, a large gaudy blue stone sits surrounded by a thick silver chain and diamonds all around the border. It looks entirely too expensive and it’s something I would never pick out myself. Silas motions for me to bend down as he places it around my neck. I find myself leaning forward from its weight. I feign a smile and look up at my brother, thinking what to say to please him.

"Thank you so much! This will be perfect at our Christmas party this year." I gingerly hug him, this one still somehow much less comfortable than the one Luna gave me over the table.

"Oh, boy. You haven't talked to Mom yet have you? She told me she would mention it to you.. Well no stress. Mum planned a trip with some of the Ministry members over Christmas for me to mingle and set up a job for when I graduate this year. You said Luna stayed back last year for Christmas and we thought maybe you could join her and have Christmas at the castle. Honestly you would hate talking with all of those Ministry folk anyways so this felt like the perfect idea for all of us." He said this while nodding at me and smiling his all too diplomatic smile.

This is just like him to somehow try to spin something he and Mum want to do, pretending it’s for my benefit. In this case, I could disagree about how awful that Holiday sounds but forgetting to even tell me until my birthday? I feel a sudden sickness wash over me, overwhelming my senses. I need to get out of here right now.

"Right. Yes, that's no problem. Thank you for the necklace again." I grab my things and rush out of the dining hall not sparing a glance over my shoulder until I'm out of eyesight.

As I turn the corner, I stop and cover my face, trying to take deep breaths. I have never felt so discarded and overlooked and on my birthday of all days. And all I could say was thank you?? I can’t tell if I am more mad them for their disregard of my feelings, or at myself for not being able to say what I really feel.

"Nice necklace, Princess."

I spin around finding Mattheo leaning against the wall behind me.

"It's very...." he looks at it debating his word choice. "Loud." He decides.

"I didn’t pick, my brother just gave it to me." I say, monotone. “I don’t really even like it,” I feel compelled to say so he doesn’t think that this is me.

"Why are you wearing it if you dont like it?"

I hesitate looking up towards the ceiling, then, "You know, I ask myself questions like that all the time."

I slump against the wall and feel him slide up next to me.

"So do I."

I look at him then and we lock eyes once more.

"Odette." He says, his voice slightly hoarse and I swear he looks down at my lips then.

My breath catches at my name and I feel myself instinctively leaning towards him but pull back when I hear laughing down the hall. I remember myself, and more importantly, I remember his girlfriend. I push off the wall and he looks up at me dazed.

"I don't think Astoria would feel very good about how you keep getting so close to me."

His face turns to one of thoughtfulness as I back away still unable to shift gazes away from him.

"I suppose she wouldn't."

That does it. I look away then and thank him for checking on me over my shoulder, dismissing all thoughts from my head over what could've just happened.

I hear him say something under his breath and I turn around, but he's gone. My pocket feels heavier so I dig inside it finding a very delicate gold chain with blue and green stones dotting it. It's stunning, and utterly inappropriate for someone with a girlfriend to give me. But it's perfect, somehow exactly what I would have picked out for myself.

So, I decide my days been so shit and maybe just maybe I want to convince myself it's okay because it's so pretty and so me. I settle with telling myself I will forever avoid him from here on out, but still keep the necklace. I pocket the chain and head upstairs.

I sit in bed playing with the delicate gems in one hand as I pet Jinx with the other and I can't help my mind from wandering back to that confusing boy and his deadly eyes.

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