#revising this i realized i was in some kind of mood when i started this LOL
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Remembrance of things past
“And once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me...immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theatre to attach itself to the little pavilion, opening on to the garden, which had been built out behind it for my parents...all from my cup of tea.” - Marcel Proust, À la recherche du temps perdu
“What the heck is all this?”
Luna is a storm in the kitchen when Seven returns to the apartment. The counters are littered with open packages of raw meat and fish, platters of sliced vegetables, a bucket of uncooked noodles set off to the side. There are jars holding sauces of various colors and fragrances she can’t even begin to name, and a pot of something is left to boil on the stove.
“Hi, Seven! Happy New Year!”
A head pops up from beneath the counters, and Luna greets her with a big smile. She pulls out something large from below: it’s a portable stove, attached to a small propane tank.
“Happy… New Year to you too? Is that what we’re celebrating?”
Luna nods happily, oblivious to the wariness in which Seven regards the large amount of uncooked ingredients as she brings the stove to the small dining table. Behind them, steam begins to billow up from the pot as its contents are finally brought to a boil.
“Yup! I wanted to have hot pot, so I got all this stuff just for the occasion. Help me get all this stuff onto the table, won’t you?”
Hot pot. Seven’s at least seen the term before, written on some packages she’s seen when Luna takes her grocery shopping at the local Asian market. She assumes the titular pot in question is the one that’s currently boiling; she ferries as much as she can over to the table as she keeps watch over Luna out of the corner of her eye. The latter sets the portable stove alight before gingerly transferring the boiling pot onto it. Through the glass lid, Seven can finally make out some of its contents: the pot is split into two sections, one half containing a pale yellow broth, while the other houses a scarier, oily red liquid.
“Lunes, at some point you’re gonna have to explain how this works to me.”
It takes several more minutes of setting the table and beckoning from Luna before Seven feels comfortable to sit. A bowl of mixed sauces topped with cilantro sits in front of each of them, with a fork and spoon—and a set of trainer chopsticks, a joke on Luna’s part, much to Seven’s chagrin—included with hers. With a dramatic flourish, Luna lifts the lid to the pot, and they’re both hit with a brief wave of heat as a plume of steam blossoms. A wonderfully rich aroma fills the small apartment, and the February winter chill instantly melts away.
“I guess it’s like, uh, fondue?” Luna explains. “Not that I’ve ever tried that myself… But watch, you just take what you want here, like this, when the broth is boiling...”
She pries away a slice of what appears to be finely cut lamb, swirling it around in the pale broth to cook for a few seconds before placing it in Seven’s bowl.
“Make sure to get it real good in that dipping sauce, and if you need a little extra spice,” she waves a hand over the angry red half of the pot, “then you use this side.”
The smell is truly divine, a hearty aroma rising from one half of the pot, cut with the peppery fumes from the other half. Its oily surface bubbles in a magma-like fashion, and Seven can’t help but regard it with a hint of fear.
“Is it normal to have a spicy side? It looks so…”
Luna laughs. “I’ve just never had this kind before! It’s always fun when there are two, don’t you think? I think they pair well together.”
She’s skeptical, but it’s hard to resist Luna’s enthusiasm as she begins throwing in ingredients to simmer, tending to the pot like a witch tends to her cauldron. Before long, the small apartment is filled with delicious aromas and raucous laughter. (and the occasional tears, as Seven discovers very quickly how truly hot one half of the pot is). The table quickly becomes a mess, splattered with water and sauce as the careful arrangement of raw ingredients scatter all over, yet neither of them pay any mind. Seven can’t remember the last time food as ever tasted this good, or the last time a meal in general has ever been this fun.
It shouldn’t surprise her, really. It’s always fun when it’s the two of them.
The night wears on, food is steadily finished, and eventually the time to clear the table comes. Seven has to lean back in her chair, feeling as though her stomach will burst.
“Ugh… Luna, how are you even moving? I’m so full.”
Her companion truly doesn’t look much better off than her, yet Luna continues to do her best to clear away as much of the table as she can. Muttering a promise to help her in a bit, Seven painstakingly moves to the old couch nearby, collapsing onto it with a groan.
Minutes pass by, and the sensation in her stomach doesn’t fade. Even with her eyes closed, she can still hear Luna shuffling about, her footsteps slow. She can’t stand the thought of hauling that large pot of broth anywhere in their current state, and Seven calls out, “Luna! We’ll get it tomorrow. Come sit before you throw up and we have to clean up more.”
There’s no response, but she feels the weight of someone plopping into the space next to her. The sudden jostle elicits another whine from Seven.
“Don’t… I’m gonna barf.”
“Not on me, you’re not.”
It’s instinctual and automatic, the way Luna crawls into Seven’s arms, the way the latter opens them for her. Their tangled forms are unceremoniously draped over the couch, smelling rather unpleasantly of meat. Yet in spite of her roiling stomach, how much she wishes to simply turn into a formless blob right there and then, somehow she feels content and peaceful in that moment. There’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
“So, is there a reason you wanted to turn us into overinflated beach balls for New Year’s or…?” she mumbles.
Luna doesn’t answer immediately, and Seven can almost hear her thinking.“We’d have it whenever we visited family. Not so much with my folks here though.” She shifts, lifting her head so she can look at her. “Hot pot is always better with family and friends, you know?”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s just me here,” Seven snorts in response.
Luna smiles peacefully, lowering her head to tuck it against her shoulder. “That’s all I need.”
Seven doesn’t say anything, because what more needed to be said? With Luna, she knows they could find fun and joy in nothing more than a brown paper sack. Seven and Luna, Luna and Seven. What more did they even need, when they already had it all?
“Hey, Sev?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I’m gonna move from the couch until morning, just saying.”
She lets out a laugh, wrapping her arms tighter around her as she brings her closer. The discomfort in her stomach hasn’t abated, but she finds she doesn’t mind much, feeling nothing but warmth and content in this little space just for the two of them.
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Later…
Luna, with a grunt, has contorted her body on the cool floor of her tiny kitchen as she rummages through the lower cupboards. Various mismatched pieces of dishware are extracted and sorted in a slow, painstaking effort to organize.
Without a light, she can’t see all the way into the dark interiors of the cupboards, and she extends her arm deep into one, searching for anything left in this particular spot. Her fingers brush against something cold and metallic, and Luna, confused, pulls it out.
Its weight and odd shape are explained when the object comes to light; it’s a small portable stove, covered lightly in dust from sitting forgotten in the back of a cabinet for who knows how long. She recognizes it as the one she used for a very specific type of meal, one she hasn’t had in about as long as the stove has gone unused. Memories involuntarily bubble up to the surface, ones she thought she buried.
A boiling pot of broth. Startled shrieks as hot liquid splashes. A diverse, colorful spread across the table, as close to a modern feast they may ever know. A pot split in half, mild to spicy, light to dark, two halves of a whole. Boisterous, joyous laughter, warm smiles.
After all this time, she’s always taken by surprise, again and again, of how it can sneak up on her. The silence within the apartment suddenly becomes too loud: no other footsteps to be heard, no other voice besides her own to listen for within this tiny space. No matter how hard she tries to look away from it, it dances in her periphery, the frayed edges of the Seven-shaped hole in her universe.
With a huff, Luna unceremoniously shoves the burner back into its dark corner. Abandoning her kitchen to a state of unorganized stacks of dishes and kitchenware, Luna grabs her keys and throws on a jacket. She storms out of the apartment, begging for escape from its claustrophobic stillness, for the release that may come with the air that could blow it all away.
Yet no matter how long she runs, she can’t shake off the faint scent of broth that clings to her wherever she goes.
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BONUS:
A bell rings as the door opens, the members of Soft Violence laughing as they step into the restaurant. Avina halfheartedly tries to hush them as they signal to staff, who eventually lead them to an available table.
“Damn, look at what they’ve got over at that table,” Pope points out. “Maybe we should get that.”
“Pope, don’t just stare at someone else’s food!” Avina chastises.
Seven grins at their boisterousness, switching her attention to the menu. Compared to the others, it doesn’t take her long to pick out what she likes, and after a bit of waiting their table is laden with various dishes, family style. Pope and Kieran waste no time piling food onto their plates as they dig in.
“Damn, Seven, you were so right ordering this,” Kieran praises through a mouth full of food. “This is so good!”
“That’s great, man, but do you think you could tell me without spitting all over the rest of the food?” she laughs.
She spoons some mapo tofu onto her plate, a personal favorite of hers. The sauce isn’t quite the shade of red she likes, but she doesn’t fault it too much as she takes a bite. It’s got a strong flavor profile, expected of this particular dish, perfectly fine, and yet…
“It’s so good.”
Seven purses her lips, contemplative. “It’s not bad, but to be honest it’s not as good as when Luna ma—”
The name slips out before she can stop herself, and her throat immediately closes after. Everyone at the table freezes, in a moment that really only lasts for a second, yet it feels like it stretches for an eternity. Seven claws herself back to reality, forcing words out her lips.
“I mean, it’s fine, I guess. Yeah.” She conspicuously piles more tofu onto her plate, aggressively shoving more pieces in her mouth, even though she feels like throwing up. Even though all she wants is to spit it out, to tear away at the inside of her mouth, to rip out the memories that she now knows are painfully sewn into not just her soul, but her very flesh.
It just isn’t fair. She wants to run out and scream. To curse the one person in the world responsible, to scratch away at her own skin in hopes of exorcising the ghost that haunts her every step, every breath, and down to every last bite.
She never could have imagined sitting at a table of four could be lonelier than sitting at a table of two.
But she has to remind herself that it’s lunchtime, and they’re in a public restaurant. So Seven swallows her food and her pain, like she’s done so often before.
Avina, as always, is the first to recover. “Oh, is it really that good? I’ll try some.”
The tense moment passes as everyone else refocuses on the meal, leaving Seven woodenly chewing for the rest of the night, trying hard to ignore the way everything turns to ash on her tongue.
#infamous if#infamous oc#seven lawless#my writing#owlscratch#oc: luna gao#revising this i realized i was in some kind of mood when i started this LOL#i'm gonna be straight up with y'all i think i either just had hot pot when i began#or i was really craving it LMAOOOO#anyway food as a love language my beloved: SHADOW VERSION haha
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Things I've learned and realized writing the fics for Inky's one-week challenge:
I'm a very slow writer; I genuinely struggle writing at least 500 words in one sitting. On good days, I can do 200 words. Inspired, maybe more. Ficlets like ekphrasis and others take me an entire day to finish. It's probably because I start writing with only a vague idea of how to go about it, or I only know the mood but not the details. I'm self-aware enough to be cognizant of my strengths and weaknesses, and I tend to stick to what works for me.
I've always wanted to write lengthy fics! But I never was the kind of writer who could hit more than 10k-word one-shots. My style doesn't lend to that kind of length. When I saw Inky's challenge and read that the max word count per entry is 500 words, I thought to myself, Ooh, I think I can do that. Regardless of the prompts -- though they help too; dialogue and AUs lend to a broadness that appeal to my rigid brain. A 500-word fic means in most cases a one-scene fic. Which frees my mind of context necessary to establish a setting. I don't have to come up with an elaborate backstory and/or explanation why this detail is like this, that detail is like that -- AUs as a trope can fill in the missing pieces to make your fic coherent.
My first fic entry was something that I plan on writing in the future, so it's easy to write it, but it still took me longer (but still within the range of my speed). My second, third, and fourth, I tried something a bit different: I used StimuWrite, an app that helps you focus on writing -- it's also known as a writing tool useful for people with ADHD.
It has a simple UI, with a word count goal and emojis that appear whenever you type words. I chose these settings: darker background (it doesn't hurt the eyes) and typewriter sfx for that legit typing feel. I may put in a bgm from youtube or something, but sometimes I just want to listen only to the sounds of typewriter keys.
I tried StimuWrite before, but it didn't work for me. I gave it another chance this time, and oh lord it's very effective???!???!!!!! I finished 3 fics in under a day. So last Sunday I wrote give or take 2,000 words, which truly blew my mind. As an aside, I recommend you try StimuWrite; it might be effective for you too.
Because of that surprising writing streak, I continued using the app for the rest of the fics. And that writing streak persists! I feel relieved, I feel elated, I feel like I can do this. It's as if my brain loosened up enough to let me do what I want. I'll definitely use StimuWrite in my other fics too --
-- with some conditions, of course. All I know right now is that it works for me if I have a target word count in mind (under 600) and that it's only concentrated on a single scene. So I could focus on one scene whenever I open up the app. But that means that I have an outline of my fic, which isn't a problem for me because I like the mental exercise of outlining. I hope that this would help me come November, as I'll participate in Nanowrimo with my original story project.
Another point I've realized is that limiting yourself with a word count improves your editing skills. I do edit and revise my fics -- but they're mostly in the sort of 'i'll delete this passage because it no longer fits' and 'i'll rephrase this because it sounds awkward'. But in the cases of my sixth and seventh event fics, I had to pare them down because I exceeded the word count requirement. Initially I was reluctant to remove passages but I had to. So I did. I removed some bits and details of the story but rephrased others to still fit them in. I have to shorten some scenes -- and this is revelatory to me somewhat -- which is actually effective for fast-paced action scenes that needed fewer words but with the largest possible impact. Sometimes, shorter is better. It made me productive, for one.
Anyway, this got long wtf? I don't even know if I was coherent about it. There are still a lot of things I'd like to improve on -- such as relying less on my crutch words and metaphors. I haven't the opportunity to read a lot lately, so I need to try at least one page a day. The book I'm currently reading has been sitting on my desk for months. Back then, when I said I wouldn't make a list of read books per year to stop pressuring myself, I didn't mean not to read books at all lmao.
I don't know how to end this post so here's a gif of a puppy on a bowl:
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Mila OVERHAUL
So, as I started writing the story for Mila, her... original model/design just didn’t suit her anymore. As her character developed and changed, so did how I felt like she could be presented.
So, a compilation of her looks above, from her work duds, to her date outfit, to her “Queen of the Dark Ages” attire to her casuals.
Mila was originally going to be a lot more “chill” honestly. She was supposed to be the cool voice of reason, a pseudo therapist of sorts...
And then I realized, as me and Aileen rewatched the series, that was gonna go out the window FAST. Then it was she’s not involved in TOO many of the shenanigans...
Then I started writing the story and she basically grabbed the steering wheel and rammed it into the foot of the robot, because she was driving now and there was no going back.
Mila at the start of her story, makes it VERY CLEAR, where her line is...
“You can train him... BUT YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME TOO!” As she gives NO F’s, absolutely none. She will respect the Hyper Force but she is also there to make sure no one forgets Chiro is still thirteen years old.
She’s a fiery young woman, with a passion for plants, flower language and wanting to do her best... but she’s also oh so stressed out, all the time. Her brother is everything to her and she tends to prioritize his happiness over her own, every single time. Even if it’s to her detriment.
As I’m finishing the first arc of the story, I’m excited to tell, I began to think...
“She needs a revamp.”
So...
It was time for a massive overhaul.
Behold the redone Mila Hanamura!!!
Mila grew up a goth teen and she never quite lost her passion for the look, she just dresses a little more casual. “Casual Goth” as she calls it. She has multiple piercings in her left ear, she loves her, her fishnet gloves and combat boots. Though, if you ask her, she’s calmer than she was as a teenager.
Her revised work attire.
Not much has really changed, in terms of the outfit, except adding her piercings and her green nails of course. This is generally what she’s wearing when she’s working at her store, Hanamura’s Botanicals, a store that specializes in plants exclusively from Earth, cultivated using techniques her parents developed.
And then you have the side, no one really expected out of her and honestly, I was happy I got to keep this as part her characterization.
Mila originally had a band in her late teens and early 20′s, called Cosmic Void, they were a symphonic metal cover band, for the most part, as Mila grew up on Earth a huuuge fan of many artists and pop culture from there. When the family migrated to Shuggazoom, she kept her love of metal through and through and started her own band. However, eventually these dreams were pushed aside for something, she felt was far more important.
She had a love and a talent for it she nurtured but now she only sings for herself in private, or to her brother. She doesn’t play in a band anymore, so these clothes are brought out now as formal wear, as outside of yukata, it’s the only nice outfit she owns.
It also brings back a lot of nice memories for her.
And of course, what’s Mila Hanamura, without her Queen of the Dark Ages attire? This, will not change, no matter what. It’s just gotten worse. During Evil Ages, she’s whisked away to a world of knights and magic, almost as if it’s some kind of otome game...
But as a former teen nerd, she’s very good at playing her part well.
“Ara, ara... It’s almost like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I also redid her expressions, to be far more expressive than they were before. My favorite are “Angry” and “Surprised” as these tend to be her two moods, the fastest in story lol.
Namely because “Angry” is almost always followed by:
“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! ARE YOU CRAZY!?”
Or...
“CHIRO!!!!!”
She swore, she used to be a lot calmer, before the whole “Waking up the ancient robotic monkeys from their slumber” incident. Her stress levels have not been kind to this girl.
“Chiro, you are so lucky, you are such a good kid. Does the team KNOW how lucky they have it?”
“Sis, did you look at the old pictures of your goth days again? Like the extreme goth?”
“I just remembered the time, I skipped town to go to a concert and made our parents worry. Oh I was TROUBLE.”
“So I’m told!”
And all together, to show how many sides this girl has to her.
Goodness, gracious it’s been wonderful to be back writing for SRMTHFG again, I’ve missed it a lot. It’s been so much fun developing this story and reimagining a story, that’s near and dear to my heart, to also include some new stories within it. I’m excited to share more of Mila and her bond with her brother and the other members of the team in due time.
#Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go#Super robot monkey team hyperforce go OC#Mila Hanamura#SRMTHFG Mila#Mila#SRMTHG Mila Hanamura#SRMTHFG#SRMTHFG OC
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officially going back to studying :,) i want to revise the old material at some point next week. this week i want to revise classic japanese and japanese linguistics.
two days ago i failed my oral exam in japanese. the man i had to talk to was so kind :( i wish i would have rememered his name, but i was so nervous, haha. before we started he asked 大丈夫？im not sure if he asked everyone or if he asked specifically because i was blanking out. i was so perplex, i didnt realize he was talking to me. when i did i went あ、はい大丈夫です🥺🥺🥺 near. tears. he had such a clear pronunciation, too. unfortunately i just had to get the task that i didnt revise.. karma, you could say. i was hoping to get the task where id have to talk about anime, haha. because i actually studied the necessary extra vocabs to talk about one piece. i was ready on all levels to tell my professor and the japanese man about luffy and the strawhats and shanks and the one piece and ace... :,) 物語は、モンキー・D・ルフィと彼の仲間、麦わらの海賊の冒険を追っています。彼は伝説の宝物である“ワンピース“を探します。 and if he would have asked why he had to look for the one piece i would have told him about the promise with shanks, and if he would have asked about how it ended i would have told him how oda sensei didnt finish it yet ｗｗｗ as you can see, i was fully prepared but not for the task i had received. i apologized to the man so often... and i was so softspoken it was embarassing. if you think the uwu voice is annoying you havent heard me talk in japanese when i go できればご都合いい日に変更させていただけめせんか🥺🥺🥺 in retrospect i am cringing. i am crying. i am throwing up. mister man i am so sorry AHAHAHAH i swear i am normal.
oh well, no use dwelling on it.
its time to go back to studying :))) <3
if you thought i finally stopped i must disappoint you i am still very much in my lil peep mood.
i did not know what a nookie was until i listened to his song. now i do. i dont know if thats a win but it sure brings me closer to c2.
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Helping Your Teenager With High School Math
Suggestion #1: Do your research when you first get home from elementary school. That means right away, not after you watch some television, or talk to friends with the phone a good hour. Mind will definitely in the college work setting. It will be far more easy to follow-through and get the homework done than and also be to obtain back on the mood after you have started something other than them.
But the nightmare only worsened in intensity. Produced by a beautiful autumn day, and my boyfriend was sitting on the patio in my front yard, doing his Algebra Homework. He was whining and groaning; making sounds that were familiar to me, as they definitely were such as noises I made when forced to be controlled by the incessant drivel from Mr. Connors. I ignored his feeble attempts get my pity; and as i had great empathy for his plight, I was determined to use nowhere near his math homework doer book. "Heeelllllllllllllppppppp Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he'd bleat, as he would bang his head against his book.
There one more another to teaching math, where you split students into teams and erect them against additional. This will breed a competitive spirit on the list of participants, and motivate your crooks to help additional out, to learn the concepts and be better than the opposite team. However, you need to have a connected with students, quite 4, to do this type of approach.
My advice to this student will be always to go to be able to the basics and revise those concepts appearing combined few chapters. This might help because math concepts are not introduced in one fell swoop but rather gradually, with one being built onto another. By revising old math concepts, one is expected to possess a better basis of the old concepts before he starts to receive a completely new one. A proactive student will not skip those issues that they is having but rather to face them. He can try as hard because he could, the diagnosis of the question and seeking new ways to approach dependable before asking someone. He will not notice as an overwhelming tasks instead a challenging one. The problem is: Most student will avoid doing such question at first glance, leaving them as their tutors.
When you might your friend to the movie like this, you're suggesting it is really not a physical date. The assumption that goes also kind of asking out is that you're kind of saying that "I'm gonna be see it anyway - but it's cool products and solutions came along too." It is a sly to asking your friend out and here's another way to do it.
After quite nasty fight over his choice of breakfast one morning, I realized that what he ate was no longer my business. (Actually, it really never was my business in most important place, even so Mathematics homework sometimes forget that).
(4)Ask questions! Don't be embarrassed to make your hand and stick to Calculus homework a true discussion about all the whys just about all these s5620. You can't fully integrate the concepts you're aiming to learn if you understand a minimum of some of why they work the they ought to do.
Which brings me back to homework. Only rummage through my son's backpack then it sit down and monitor the completing his homework, what message am I sending to him? Maybe that Certain think he's capable of taking good care of this part of his residing.
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Haikyuu Boys As Your Boyfriend
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Bokuto Koutaro
•He's a big baby
•He's the type of boyfriend to hug you all the time, he loves warmth and affection so please be generous enough to give him those.
•Clingy but not in an annoying way, you'll jusy feel like you have a boyfriend and at the same time, a son (LOL)
•Bokuto is the type of person who will always apologize first after arguments. Arguments will be very rare though, because when it comes to you he'll always listen.
•Kou is probably an insecure boyfriend, he thinks more men are much cooler than him that's why he's always working hard to improve himself.
•He's the type of boyfriend who will definitely avoid making you jealous, he'll limit his interactions with women because he doesn't like it when you're jealous, you're cute when you're being jealous but he's afraid that you might leave him.
•Loves kissing you
•He will always tell you how much he loves you.
•Your picture is his wallpaper and lockscreen.
•His IG, FB, Twitter or any other social media platforms is full of you, your pictures. messages for you and stuffs.
•Bokuto is your diary, he loves listening to your rants, it doesn't matter if you guys aren't together, just call him and he's always ready to listen.
•He's the type of boyfriend who will always brag about you, he's just so proud of everything you achieve. It doesn't matter how big or small the achievement is, he will celebrate it no matter what happen.
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“Baby Bear!” you opened your arms widely as you ran towards your boyfriend. Bokuto lifted you off the ground, he kissed the tip of your nose before putting you down. “I miss you, baby.” he told you as he let his hands rest on your hips.
“I miss you too, sorry if I don't have much time Kou.” you apologized and he just pulled you closer for a hug, “Shh it's fine. I know you're busy, but how's your tests?” he asked.
You looked at him with sad eyes and the poor baby panicked, not knowing what to do, “What? Did you fail? It's alright baby, I'm proud of you, I know how you worked hard for this.” he pressed his lips on yours with a smile, he cupped your face and let his forehead rest on yours before kissing you for another time, much longer than the first one.
“I almost got my exams perfect baby!”
“You scared me! But I know you can do it!” he laughed and showered kisses on your face as he keep on saying how much he loves you and that he's so proud of you.
“HEY, HEY, HEY! MY GIRLFRIEND IS THE PRETTIEST AND THE SMARTEST GIRLFRIEND EVER! SHE ACED HER EXAMS!”
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Kageyama Tobio
•Cold at the beginning of the relationship
•Kags is not yet used to physical contacts so don't expect much at first.
•But as the time passes by, he'll start wondering how it feels like to keep you in his arms for a long time so he will try and do it once when you two are studying in his house.
•Because Kags loves how warm and comfy it is to hug you, he'll start hugging you a lot (not in public though, he will be so shy)
•He's the type of boyfriend who'll fall asleep while watching movies (Forgive him, playing volleyball is hard)
•He wouldn't call you baby, babe or other endearments but he loves it when you give him one. His favorite endearment? LOVE
•Kags is a supportive boyfriend, he's the first one to cheer you up if you're sad.
•He's sharp as hell so he would always notice if you're not feeling well once he notice that he will do everything he can to make you smile or to make you feel better.
•Loves it when you keep on asking him to carry you.
•He loves the fact that you're shorter than him (Readers, if you're taller than Kags sorry😭)
•He would always walk you home.
•Sweetest thing he do for you? Taking care of your fingernails 💅🏻 he would definitely watch tutorials in applying nail polish. He also takes care of his fingernails so he wanted to do the same for you.
•When it comes to kisses it also take him some time to kiss you, he always wondered how it feels like to kiss you but he doesn't want to creep you out so he'll behave for quite some time.
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“Tobio, you used the wrong method for this equation.” you called him out, Kageyama was quick to look at the problem that you're pointing out and his mouth gaped open as he realized his mistake. “Sorry, I'll do it again.” you giggled and showed him your homework, “Look at mine and compare it to yours, both methods are similar but they will have different answers so beware.” Kageyama started revising his answer while you continued studying for the another subject.
When he was done he looked at you just to see you so focused on what you're doing, you were pouting while answering your own homework and he couldn't help but stare at your pinkish lips.
You two have been dating for almost a year and you two haven't kissed because Kageyama is too shy to make the first move but right now he couldn't help but be tempted.
“Y/N, look at me.”
When you looked up at him, he immediately grabbed your nape and pressed his lips on yours. He was still unsure of how to do it but he did his best and boy, Kags is not too bad for a first timer.
When he pulled away you couldn't help but look at him completely dumbfounded. He will chuckle on your expression and will lean down to press his lips on yours for the second time.
“I love you.” he whispered.
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Kuro Tetsuro
•The type of boyfriend who acts like a Dad (no one can change my mind)
•Kuro will definitely keep on reminding you that eating vegetables is good for you.
•He will monitor your sleeping routine. He would even buy scented candles for you to help you sleep.
•He's so smart so expect him to help you in studying.
•Kuro is addicted to kisses, he will always do everything in his power to steal a kiss from you even if it's in front of his teammates.
•He will tease you a lot for being smaller than him but once you get pissed he'll stop and he will keep on bugging you until you finally agree to forgive him.
•He will always talk about you, in fact he never shuts up about you to the point that Kenma is asking you what kind of love spell did you put in Kuro. He'll politely ask you to decrease the effect of the ‘love spell’
•Kuro loves pinching your cheeks (it hurts so you will get mad) once you get mad he'll be showering kisses all over your face and will talk to you in a baby voice saying things like, “Oh look at baby YN looking so cute with red cheeks. Sorry baby, come here I'm gonna kiss the pain away.”
•What is the sweetest thing that Kuro did to you? He installed a period tracker app on his phone, so he can remember your cycle. If you're on your period, expect Kuro to be extra gentle. He won't tease you or anything, he will buy you snacks and he will always check up on your mood.
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“YN, the captain of volleyball club is looking for you.” says one of your classmates. You smiled at your classmate and nod but before you could stand up from your seat, Kuro is already in front of you, “How're you feeling? Do you want to go home? Internet says ginger tea is good for reducing nausea during period.” your eyes widened and you covered his mouth using your hands.
“You don't have to announce to everyone that I'm on my period Tetsu!” you whispered yell and he gently removed your hands from his mouth. “Okay, calm down. Sorry, I know that there's a whole lot scientific process going on inside you, I understand your outburst. I brought snacks for you.” he lifted the plastic bag on his left hand and smiled at you.
You were about to smile back at him but you realized something, “How did you know I'm on my period?” Kuro blinked for a few times before clearing his throat, “I saw the period tracker on your phone, I installed the same thing on mine so I can monitor your period. My Mom told me periods are uncomfortable and painful so I just want to do what I can for my dearest girlfriend.” your heart melted at that and you started crying, Kuro's eyes widened as he pulled you close to his chest.
“Shh, baby what did I do?”
“Nothing. It's just that...I love you so much.”
“Oh experts believe that the drop in estrogen and progesterone, which occurs after ovulation, triggers mood swings during or before your period.” Kuro whispered as he caress your back gently. You sniffed and hugged him tighter still crying because you just felt so loved. “These hormones reduce production of serotonin, a chemical neurotransmitter, it's natural to be emotional, baby.” you looked up at your boyfriend and when you saw how serious he was you just couldn't help but laugh.
“You're such a nerd. God, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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bringing home a stray animal
order: how does jujutsu kaisen characters react to you bringing home a stray animal?
pairings: choso + haibara yuu + inumaki toge zen’in maki x gn!reader
word count: 223 + 224 + 318 + 225
tags: fluffy!
date: apr. 24, 2021
nana’s note: ahh i wrote this because i did not have anything for inumaki nor maki and that is illegal :( plus i was in the mood for choso and yuu because they deserve love~ ALSO: haibara yuu is a character that is only in the manga!! for now ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑ if you saw this before, you did not...they weren’t showing up in tags :(
previous order: and for what?
𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨
he’s hesitant at first, but agrees because he can’t say no to you :(
when you had left for work, choso is now faced with a panting dog, sitting in front of his feet and tail swishing behind
the dog had been following him around ever since you left
so, choso decided that if the dog was going to be that way, might as well make use of it
he pretty much makes the dog assist him in doing chores around the house
he lets the dog push the basket of laundry to the patio where choso currently hangs up the clothes
also teaches the dog how to arrange the pillows correctly on the couch and on the bed
doesn’t hesitate to also teach the canine to water the garden in the backyard or dig holes so choso can plant a new flower or vegetable
choso’s patience is impeccable
he’s grown up as the oldest of a large family, harboring the most responsibility and work, so he knows how to handle almost any situation
and so when the dog accidentally knocks something or has a rough (ah. ha.) day, choso cleans it up and scolds the canine as if it were any of his siblings
choso eventually comes to adore the dog and always praises it for helping him
they have a very strong bond ;)
𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐲𝐮𝐮
so happy !!
because if his cheerful and bright personality, yuu and the dog hit it off right away
vibes. through the roof
the dog loves being around yuu and always whimpers and sulks by the door when the sorcerer left for work
you tried your best to coax the puppy into playing, but the dog refused and quite literally would not leave the doorway until your boyfriend had gotten back home
oh boy, but when the dog hears the familiar steps and door open to find the familiar figure of his owner, the tail does not stop wagging
you’re afraid he’s wagging it too hard that he’d dislocate it
but all is well when yuu smothers the puppy with the long awaited love and kisses
good heartedly yet joking, you told your boyfriend that he’d been spending so much time with the puppy and that you were left all alone
poor boy had felt so guilty that he made it up to you with all his kisses and warm cuddles
unfortunately the puppy you picked up from the alleyway was not pleased to say the least
and had always made it his duty to nudge his way into every crook and cranny to steal the kisses from your boyfriend
to say the least, the dog will think yuu is the savior and not you :(
𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞
you brought the black cat home after continually coming across it whenever you came back home from school
now standing at the front of the door, your blonde boyfriend stands kind of in disbelief
the following day once you leave for school, toge is left home with the cat and they do nothing but stare into each other’s eyes as if they were staring into each other’s souls :/
because of toge’s limited communicative vocabulary, it’s pretty hard to talk to the cat without appealing to it with food ingredients
but when the boy is in the kitchen making his signature rice balls, the cat hops onto the counter and watches intently
upon instinct, toge feeds the cat some tuna filling and boy did his eyes sparkle when the cat gobbles that up and raises its paw to pat the human’s hand for more
the boy finds a sense of satisfaction upon seeing that and mindlessly feeds the cat as much as it could until it turned its head and hops off the counter
their next innocent interaction is when toge was lying on the couch, watching random videos on his phone when the cat hops and crawls atop his chest and just,,,lays down, snuggling and purring as it falls asleep
toge has no clue what to do and he’s tense, but he tries his best to lay still and leave the cat alone
but his chest blooms with satisfaction because this meant the cat was comfortable enough with him, right?
a lot of time had passed when you get home with the cat still on toge who is still in the same position but you notice his strained expression as he points to the hallway indicating he needs to use the washroom
bringing home a stray to inumaki would start out with an awkward interaction but soon they both warm up to each other and are inseparable
𝐳𝐞𝐧'𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢
not impressed.
i just know that maki would be in utter disbelief
she loves you and your habit of bringing any little trinket you find on your way home, but bringing a stray dog was definitely stepping over the line
to say the least, it took a lot of convincing to finally let the dog stay in your shared flat
when maki is left alone with the dog, she keeps a close eye on it just in case it ruins anything in the apartment
maki also trains the dog with different commands and tricks and out of that she finds herself developing a deep rooted satisfaction when the dog obeys
what she doesn’t realize is that the corners of her mouth quirks up into a grin whenever the dog does anything cute or successfully follows through a trick
you told her that she looked cute with the dog to which she scoffed and uttered how delusional you were but you don’t miss the flush of her cheeks
despite her unwavering attention to the dog, maki still refuses to admit that she’s grown fond of the stray
so when it comes to maki and bringing home a stray, she’s unimpressed yet she eventually warms up,,,,and it’s also kind of tough love
she loves the dog but she trains it as if it’d go exorcise curses :/
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AYE’S YEAR OF WRITING
Hi, Hello! I hope you’re doing well and having a great day/night. This is my entry for our little writer activity. The year had been a mesh and mess of many things. But reading and writing and being here made it better. But I have to admit, I struggled with the writing part.
Buckle up.
GENERAL WORD COUNT: 67, 870
Red Complex. A take on the Legend of the Red Strings of Fate and the idea/mythology of soulmates. | Of course, I’ll have to start with this one. I have to be honest, I almost dropped this. As in, stop writing it, forget it ever existed, and move on. It had been more than a year since I posted this on the orange app and I’m kind of bummed that I only managed to write a few chapters. But it turned out, it was just a bad writing week. And I was exhausted and sleep-deprived.
On a more positive note, I concluded Part I of the story—12 Chapters (including the Prologue and an Interlude.) The path to the Epilogue is clear. More or less. However, I still think it’s a mess, but you know, it’s my mess.
Don’t Fall Asleep. An attempt to rationalize nightmares, sleep paralysis, and dark apparitions. | I rewrote this one thrice. The third time was more to my liking so I continued from there. Progress was slow but I like how it’s going so far. It’s fun too. I really like writing paranormal scenes inspired by my own experiences. :)
The Morose Cat. A take on The Myth of the Cat God. | When I’m not writing for Red Complex or Don’t Fall Asleep, I shift to this little Cat WIP. I’m excited to share more next year. I’ve been collecting more cat videos and references. Sometimes I read articles and cat facts—it’s less fun than watching videos, I admit, but I have to. Hahaha. Also, I started looking into cute café menus that would fit Happy Paws Café in the story. It’s not important to the narrative, but a fun worldbuilding detail.
Once, I posted about how DFA and TMC are somewhat on a word count race. Don’t Fall Asleep won.
Don’t Listen. A Don’t Fall Asleep spin-off novella. | I introduced this once. I even posted main character introductions, but I bailed. If you haven’t seen it, that’s good. I wrote a whole chapter but I’m still contemplating if I should continue or not.
Maharlika. The organization tasked to keep the peace and order between humans and the otherworldly are about to face its ruin; featuring lower Philippine Mythology. | The urge to write was too strong to ignore so I end up with more than a thousand words. I really love the opening scene, it makes me feel like I’m just stating a fact due to the real-life reference.
In connection to this WIP and the series, I also managed to share five worldbuilding posts. And, uh, explored more of its universe by…making more stories unrelated to the main series. :)
February Shorts. A short story collection based on the February Prompts List by creativepromptsforwriting. | It’s not posted anywhere at the moment because I took it down. While it felt satisfying during February, it needed revision. The concepts were really cool though, so I hope to repost it some other time.
Dark Corners. A short horror story collection. This was my July Camp NaNoWriMo Project. | I reached my 5k word count goal, but I never opened the file after that. :)
A Glade of Lights. A short story submitted for Writersnet April Event; featuring Philippine Mythology. | I managed to post before the deadline. I’m pretty proud of this one.
Fair Waters. A short story about a mermaid princess. | I had the idea after taking a nap. I might have dreamt it, not sure. :)
Like I said, writing had been a (fun) struggle but I feel contented that I reached that general word count. It’s more than what I wrote last year, I think. In short, I’ve been productive. *pops confetti*
Although for some time, it felt like I didn’t make any progress at all. I realized that maybe it’s because I go through long writing streaks and take longer breaks right after. It would take me weeks or months before I get in the mood or be inspired to continue writing. Tried to force it a few times—I know I shouldn’t—and regretted it.
The huge gap between my writing sessions made me feel like I didn’t do anything at all. I’d like to change that next year.
WORKS IN PROGRESS: +12
It’s a curse, I tell you. At times when I’m not in the mood to write for any of my main WIPs and I’m mostly doing nothing else, an idea would pop up and I end up plotting and drafting and worldbuilding; looking up names, photo inspirations, reading old books, and more.
The new additions are heavily influenced by Philippine folklore and mythology, some expanding the world of Elementalia, others completely unrelated. Here are some of my favorites:
Adarna (or White Talons). A retelling of the classic Filipino epic corrido, Ibong Adarna. This retelling follows three main characters (or four.) It’s going to be fun and dark. And more about the bird.
Sticks and Giant Bones. MC is a descendant of a special squad of Maharlika, chosen by the gods to battle against evil witches back in the day. Their ancient title might be useless now, but MC continues to be vigilant and diligent with her training. She believes the witches are coming back. Inexplicable recurring earthquakes confirm her suspicions. I dare to incorporate a martial art I know nothing about and one of my favorite folk stories in this little WIP.
Light and Shadows. A very ambitious duology (or a standalone.) Light and Darkness Juxtaposition. Good and Evil. Shamans and Witches. Should they follow their fate? Or make their own destiny? Will love truly conquer? Stay tuned, my notes are everywhere with this one—three notebooks with no markers. :)
Got a long list of works in progress, they tell you I’m insane.
WORLDBUILDING
What about worldbuilding, you ask? Well, I just really love it. When I started writing years ago, I didn’t care for it. I merely write following a concept and a plot. But since I got here, then read about it, I just fell in love with it. The worldbuilding for Elementalia Chronicles, especially.
If you’ve seen me rambling about Engkantos and Aswangs and Tikbalangs and floating balls of fire, witches and shamans, you might be familiar with Elementalia Diaries. Some time ago, I requested content from books on Philippine Mythology and Folklore. When I started reading and taking notes, I shared some fun good finds here. I still have a long way to go, but I enjoyed it very much. I even immersed myself too much I forgot to do school works at one point. Hahaha.
My only intention was to create the world of the series, but in the end, I made a few more WIPs. As I said, it’s a curse.
WRITER ACTIVITIES
Chazzawrites Challenge and the Underwing Challenge. I’m not sure if the community had done similar activities in the past but we should definitely do it more. I enjoyed them very much. Kudos to chazzawrites and jaxwolffwrites for organizing them. You guys are awesome for doing so.<3
It was a good opportunity to talk about my stories. I was elated to find out other writers found them interesting too. I also met most of my mutuals through the activities and got to read their WIPs as well.
Here are links to my posts: Chazzawrites Challenge | Underwing Challenge
Of course, there are also tag games. I don’t post much when I get tagged, but do continue to tag me if you’d like. I like reading them. And I visit some writeblrs included in the taglist. :D
BOOKS & READING
While reading provides entertainment and wondrous escapism, it is also a tool for me to widen my vocabulary and learn more about writing through the artistry of other writers. English isn’t my first language so it’s very important.
I’ve read fifteen books this year. That’s not a lot compared to avid readers out there, but I have a very valid reason: Books are expensive and while there’s the e-book alternative, I just refuse to do that—unless the books are only available in that format. Also, I must smell the book before reading it (or when I want to); hold it in my hand, look at the pretty cover. It’s a routine I do not intend to diminish. Ever.
Anyway, here are a few of my favorites.
The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon
The Once and Future Witches by Alix E. Harrow
Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
I also started reading English classics, I’ve only read two shorts but it’s a start.
INITIAL PLANS FOR 2022
This list feels and sounds unattainable because school will definitely take most of my time next semester. But I’d like to—
Resume chapter updates for Red Complex. Like I mentioned, I finished Part I—big yeay!—I could finally update regularly…for about four chapters.
Reintroduce Don’t Fall Asleep. Yes. For the third time. I’ve been thinking about it and revised the synopsis I already posted. I might also start posting full chapters.
Reintroduce Maharlika. I posted the first introduction when I was still setting up, but I revised it some time ago and it’s better. Excited to post it.
Introduce The Morose Cat.
Rewrite Drei.
Outline Where the Poet Went to Die.
Map out Adarna and Light and Shadow’s worldbuilding.
Visit my Filipino WIPS. They’re already collecting dusts somewhere.
Read more books.
Thank you so much for reading! Enjoy the rest of the holidays and stay safe. Let’s hope to have a better year next. And more writing and reading and writeblr-ing. Hahaha.
If you have more time to spare, visit #ayearofwriting and see what other writers have been up to this year.
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Sixth Year - D.M.
Draco Malfoy x fem!reader
Platonic!Blaise Zabini x fem!reader
Requested: yes
Hey if requests are open could you do a prompt#21&50 for Draco.. Could it be a bit of angst and end with fluff? Thanks!
“all you do is make empty promises”
“i’m tired of your lies”
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: angst, swearing
Summary: 6th year with Draco isn’t turning out how you expected it to be.
A/N: ok 1, i wanted to try writing angst (pls give comments/reviews!! i wanna know how i did) & 2, other than the request, i kind of based this off of one of my fav tiktok acct’s shifting stories aksjdhsadh you can find her here ! i love her tiktoks and she’s what got me into shifting LMAO but anyway ! let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist ! enjoy xx
THIS IS A REPOST BC I THINK TUMBLR DID ME DIRTY WITH THE TAGS
Prompts are in bold
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Eighth. This was the eighth night you had stayed up until god knows what hour waiting for Draco to show up.
The moon was high in the sky by the time you realized he wasn’t coming yet again. The biting wind rushed past you as you tried to gather as much warmth as possible from the jacket you brought up to the Astronomy tower. Your breath came out in short puffs, white wisps trailing from your mouth out into the chilly night.
With one last glance at the midnight stained grounds, the only light emanating from the moon above, you wrapped your jacket tighter around your body and turned to make it down the stairs. It was a long trek to the Slytherin dorms, which gave your mind more time to spiral. This meant fighting back the prick of tears at the back of your eyes by the time you had reached the dungeons.
The next morning, you found yourself at the Slytherin table barely able to keep your eyes open. You hadn’t gotten much sleep, your mind refusing to stop running the different scenarios with which you imagined Draco must have gotten into causing him to forget your rescheduled plans.
“Y/N?” Blaise’s voice startled you into opening your eyes, having nodded off, leant against your palm.
“Huh?” You murmured, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes, “Sorry did you say something?”
“You alright? You look like you could just drop dead any second,” His eyes scanned yours worriedly, shifting closer to you so that you could have something to lean on.
“Gee thanks Blaise,” A sarcastic drawl came out of your lips, “Just tired. I was up late last night at the Astronomy tower waiting for Draco.”
His brows furrowed at your statement, “Draco? He got to the dorms pretty early last night. Didn’t say he had anything planned with you last night.” Eyes widened at the realization of what he said and he quickly tried to back track, “I mean-That’s not-”
Despite the distinct crack you felt in your chest, you mustered up the faintest of smiles (which probably looked more like a lopsided grimace), “It’s alright, Blaise. Thanks for letting me know.”
The rest of the day passed by you in a blur.
Everyone seemed to notice the melancholy mood that you were in, everyone except for the only person you wished would pay attention.
Being in your sixth year at Hogwarts, you were excited to spend a good chunk of it with your boyfriend. After all, there were no OWLs or NEWTs to worry about (yet), so you assumed that this year would bring more time for you to spend together.
You were wrong. Clearly.
The moment you had stepped off the Hogwarts Express in September, Draco started to spend less and less time with you. It was November now and the less time you found yourself spending with him, the more you noticed that he began to keep things from you. His eyes would shift whenever you would ask him what his plans for the day were or when you questioned who he would be with all day. He never gave you straight answers either.
“Why? What do you have planned for us today?”
“Just off brainstorming for our next date.”
“Obsessed with me, are you? You’re too cute darling.”
No matter how charming he had tried to be with his answers, you could tell something was off with him. None of the so-called plans he came up with ever came to full fruition. Often, you would find yourself waiting for him to arrive, either at the common room to take you to wherever he planned your date to be, or up in the Astronomy tower since that was where you went when you wanted to spend time, just the two of you.
Some nasty rumors had also been circulating Slytherin house. It started when someone overheard Harry Potter speaking to his friends about running into Draco right before a quidditch match, but the catch was that he was in the company of two other girls. Of course, you tried not to let these kinds of things get to you, they were just silly little rumors after all.
Still, these kinds of thoughts plagued you at night when you would go to bed not wrapped in the arms of the person you loved most.
When you brought up these feelings with him, it had only started an argument.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N.” Draco said rather harshly after you asked him about the rumors, “Are you implying that I’m cheating on you?”
“No!” You replied immediately, “I just want to know where these rumors are coming from. You’re my boyfriend, I should know what to say when people ask me about it.”
“Then tell them they should be minding their own damn business.”
You didn’t bring it up after that, afraid that if you did, it would cause an even bigger rift between you two.
By the time you had made it back to the common room, it was mostly empty. There were a couple of seventh years trying to get in some extra revising time in the corner, but they mostly left you alone. Not wanting to go up to your dorm yet, you settled on the couch next to the blazing fire instead. By some stroke of luck, Draco came stumbling inside the room as you sunk into the cushions.
“Draco!” You called out, his name slipping from your lips before you even knew you were saying anything.
His eyes registered that you were in the practically empty common room a second slower than usual, “Y/N. Hi love.”
“I missed you last night,” You admitted as he reached you.
A furrow in his brows told you that he didn’t know what you were talking about, “Come again, love?”
For the nth time, his words struck a chord deep in you. You didn’t think it was physically possible, but they added yet another crack to your already broken heart. You cleared your throat in an attempt to push down the lump that had formed, “Uh, I was waiting for you in the Astronomy tower? Because we had plans?”
As if a bucket of cold water dropped on him, his demeanour changed completely in the blink of an eye.
“Oh darling I’m so sorry,” He muttered softly, taking your face in his hands and pressing kisses all around, “I was completely knackered yesterday, I didn’t even think about anything after dinner except sleep. I’m so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”
Instead of the calm you usually felt being around Draco, you felt like you were at your breaking point. You couldn’t do this to yourself anymore. It was surprising to realize, that even with the added comfort of being at the receiving end of his kisses, there was still a large part of you that was tired. You couldn’t fall back into his arms after more than a dozen attempts at trying to keep the relationship afloat.
Gently, you pried his hands away from his face and took a deep breath. You could already feel the sting of unshed tears in your eyes as they locked with his, “I don’t think you can do anything to fix this.”
“What-Love, what are you talking about?”
“All you do is make empty promises, Dray.” You whispered, “And I’m tired of setting myself up for disappointment.”
The love of your life was speechless, so you took the opportunity to stand up quickly. “I don’t understand what you’re doing or why you’re being so secretive about it, but find me when you’ve figured out if it’s worth it or not.”
Without waiting for his response, you hurriedly made your way to your dorm room and sparing no glances back in his direction.
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A few days after your heartbreaking conversation with Draco, you still weren’t one hundred percent. It didn’t feel like you were ever going to be one hundred percent again. Your only solace was your friendship with Blaise.
For all intents and purposes, he was your best friend. Even before you had started dating Draco, the two of you were thick as thieves.
Oftentimes over the next few days, you found yourselves huddled in a corner of the common room. He would remind you to eat and to do your schoolwork as you went about your days mindlessly.
“C’mon,” He said one night, holding his hand out to you as you were cuddled up against a cushion. You merely raised your eyebrow at him, “Get up, I’ve got somewhere to take you.”
With a sigh, you pushed yourself off the couch and took his hand. It was well past curfew, but it never really bothered the pair of you. Being Slytherins made you resourceful with how you navigated the castle, the easy dynamic between the two of you enabled you to sneak through the shadows unnoticed by anyone who might have been nearby.
“Why are we going to the Astronomy tower?” You whispered as you climbed the seemingly endless staircase.
“Just thought you could use some fresh air.” He answered nonchalantly, “Feels like you’ve kept yourself cooped up in the castle this whole week.”
“That’s awful sweet of you, Zabini,” You teased, the shadow of a smile on your lips.
He shrugged as you got to the top of the tower, “Just don’t like seeing you so sad.”
Few words were exchanged between you two as you leant against the railing of the turret, taking in the view of the grounds in the dim light. The moon was full and high in the sky, and the breeze wasn’t as biting as it was the last time you were here.
Something about being up there in the clear night with Blaise was doing wonders for your aching heart. It might’ve been the fresh, crisp air, it might have been the calming presence of your best friend. You were grateful either way.
As the wind picked up, you huddled closer to Blaise’s warm body. What was it about boys being basically walking furnaces all the damn time?
“Draco’s a prat,” He murmured as he wrapped his arms around you, “I just wanted you to hear that.”
“He’s not though,” You defended weakly, “Something’s up with him, definitely, but I don’t think he’s being a dick on purpose.”
“Yeah but he’s still made you feel like shit.”
You shrugged, “And I let him.”
After a few minutes of silence, you heard the distinct sound of a door swinging open behind you. You craned your neck to see who would be up here at such a late hour when your heart stopped in your chest.
“What’s going on here?” Draco sneered, taking in the sight of you cuddled up at Blaise’s side, “Replaced me already, Y/N? Reckon he’s the reason why we’ve broken up?”
You felt Blaise tense up beside you but paid no mind when your focus was solely on the rage brewing in your chest.
“How dare you,” You seethed, “You have no right to accuse me, we weren’t even doing anything!”
He had the audacity to scoff at your retort, “Sneaking off at nearly midnight, to share a romantic night under the stars? Seems like more than just ‘nothing.’”
Before you could respond, you felt Blaise’s warm hands on your shoulders, “I’m gonna let you handle this one, love.” Blaise whispered in your ear, “He doesn’t deserve anything from you, but I feel like I’ll only make it worse if I stay.”
You nodded slightly.
“Hurt her even more than you have, Malfoy, and you’ll see just what kinds of curses I know how to cast.”
With Blaise making a quick exit and taking away your source of warmth, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and clutched the jacket you had on closer to you.
“You never had a problem with my friendship with Blaise before,” You muttered.
“Because he wasn’t all over you then!” He argued.
“We’ve always been like that and you know it.” You rolled your eyes, “Why are you even up here Draco?”
“So you own the Astronomy tower now?” He huffed, stepping next to you to lean on the railings, “I needed somewhere to think and clear my head.”
Almost as if there was no gaping chasm between the two of you, your bodies slowly inched towards each other until you were shoulder to shoulder. Almost as if the boy standing next to you hadn’t broken your heart with his secrets and his deflection tactics, his presence seemed to calm your elevated heart rate. Almost.
“Are you finally going to tell me what’s been going on with you recently?” The words that escape your mouth are no more than a whisper. You hold your breath in anticipation.
“Nothing’s been going on,” Is all he says in reply.
“Stop lying through your teeth, Draco!” You burst out, your frustrations finally getting the better of you, “I’m tired of your lies. Do you not trust me? Is that it? Because I can help you, you just have to let me in!”
“Of course I trust you! I love you for Merlin’s sake, Y/N!”
You sucked in a breath, all of your resentment seeming to escape your body, “I love you too, Draco,” You whisper, taking his warm hand in your cold ones, “But all of this sneaking around, this hiding, I don’t think I can handle not knowing what you’re up to especially when it’s affecting you this way.”
Draco took a deep shuddering breath, you could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I don’t want to lose you.”
That wasn’t what you expected him to say, “You won’t, you just need to be honest with me.”
He turned to face you, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your hands, “I can’t tell you exactly what I’m doing,” You opened your mouth to argue but he cut you off with a look, “All I can say is that I love you and I want to protect you. What I’m doing has nothing to do with how much you mean to me, but it’s something I have to do. I just need you to be here, be with me.”
“I don’t understand,” Came your reply.
“I’m saying that I have an important job to do, and I want to be with you, but that means you’ll have to be okay with not knowing everything.”
“You’ll tell me if you need any help though, right?” You all but whispered.
“I’ll tell you if you absolutely need to know,” He nodded slightly.
“Okay,” You were still trying to wrap your head around everything that he said. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but it was a good compromise, “And you can’t keep blowing me off. If you want me to be here for you, then you have to do the same for me.”
“I can work with that.” A slow smile graced his pale features and you felt your heart stutter at the sight, you hadn’t seen him look so calm and at ease in a long time.
“Good.” You pressed your cheek against his chest and reveled at the comfort it brought you. He wrapped his arms around you and you could feel yourself melting into his touch.
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📕BTS Fic Reads - 2020 August
Okay so I’m such a hoe for fics that I probably have about a hundred on queue but I can’t help appreciate all the works that these awesome writers put here on Tumblr and AO3.
Here’s my attempt to organize my readings - though if my mood fluctuates, I’d just end up going through my reblogged fics for reading or sorting through my watchlist of ongoing/incomplete fics/series
✅ - done reading | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)
🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]🥕
Dangerous Pairing @nightowls388 - KNJ | supernatural au, fantasy au, forbidden romance
[2/?] “Whether you’re a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal.”
Queen Cobra @fantasybangtan - KTH | mafia au, undercover au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, thriller, s, f,a
[8/?] when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.
Arranged by obiwrites (AO3) - JHS | arranged marriage, unrequited love, angst, pining, jhs in love with someone else
[19/?] If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.
Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu - JJK | badboy, fwb, angst, smut, more angstttt (I binge-read on this for the angst), adorable JJK when he’s not an fboi
[14/?] I chose to read this on AO3. Incomplete, but Ch 14 had such a satisfying ending - When by chance you walk in on the school’s infamous bad boy, not once, but two different times in one day; your life quickly spirals out of control.
I’ll Sue You, Min Yoongi by hosexi (AO3) - MYG | neighbors, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, lawyer!reader
[9/10] Yoongi is the neighbor from hell
Whiskey Neat and Whisking Trips by lacielre (AO3) - KTH | comedy, fake dating au, baker!reader, veterinarian!taehyung, funny 😂🤣, ex!Jin
[2/4] This is a story about the night you poured your heart out to your ex outside his apartment building as a stranger yelled at you to “shut the fuck up,” and that stranger, who was just as wounded as you, was Taehyung, and he needed your help.
His Side, Her Side @scriptaed - JJK | he said, she said, f, a
[11/?] a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be - one last chapter before series ends 😥
Black Swan @softlyjiminie - PJM | professional dancer, enemies to lovers, fake dating, figure skating, s, f, a
[2/?] a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.
The Key to my Drawer @jjungkookislife - KTH | bestfriends to lovers, s, a
[10/?] A key, a drawer, and a secret Taehyung planned to take to the grave
The Nanny @jjungkookislife - KSJ| lawyer!seokjin, nanny!reader, single dad au
[2/?] Jin hires a nanny for his son, but when he hires you, he gets that and so much more
Acatalepsy @1kook - JJK | survival au, apocalypse au, s, f
[2/?] Jungkook didn’t understand, and the longer he ponders it, he realizes maybe he never will. Some things are just better left unknown, he supposes. But that didn’t mean one had to face them alone.
Aphrodite in War @jungblue - JJK | angst, exes au, fake dating au, roommates, sorority/frat wars, college au *this is really good 😍😍*
[2/?] Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.
Palate Cleanser @btsmakesmehappy - KTH | agent au, fwb, strangers to lovers, s, f, a
[5/?] Part of The Company series - Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?
Bad Guy @taehoneys - JJK | college au, fratboy au, badboy, good girl(?),
[3/?] chose to read this on AO3 A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time…a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k
Good Girl Series: Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl @bonny-kookoo - JJK | good girl au, bad boy au, roommates, established relationship, s, f, a
[5/?] Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate, he didn’t quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep And what he definitely didn’t expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.
Agent of Love @ppersonna - JJK | social media au, agent au, s, f, a
[1/?] as the FBI agent assigned to your phone, Jungkook keeps a diligent watch. he takes a special interest when you try your hand in online dating AND online sexting. desperate to keep you from bombing yet another potential date, Jungkook breaks his vow of silence to assist you in your plight to get laid.
Irregular Heartbeat @ppersonnakookies - MYG | social media au, surgeon!yoongi, intern!reader,
[5/?] hot girl meets hot guy at a bar, lets him buy her a drink, then hooks up with him in the bathroom without even asking for his name. your typical friday night cliché. except for the fact that you’re a virgin, and the guy you drunkenly lose your v-card to is your superior at your new job.
Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - JJK | hybrid au, pining, angst, fantasy, smut
Prequel SOWK 1 SOWK 2 [being revised by author] Epilogue [to be posted]
you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.
Elysee @ironicarmy - KSJ | angst, drama, CEO!Seokjin, personal assistant
[1/?] Being the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion house is no easy feat. But to be the person behind the man, that being his assistant, is an even harder spot to maintain. In a company filled with affairs, bribery, deceit, lies and blackmail, you must struggle to survive and, eventually, climb your way to the top of the food chain. Seokjin, your boss, trusts you more than anyone, but when exactly does the line between friendly camaraderie blur with carnal desire?
Beautiful Deception @jiminwreckedme - MYG? | mystery, thriller, ex!yoongi, angst, smut
[3/5] When your ex-boyfriend’s wife goes missing, you are the only one who can help him find her. But in a world where everyone is a friend and everyone is a culprit, how will you find out what happened to the woman he loves? Without falling for him all over again?
🥕[Completed AUs/Series/Drabbles - to read]🥕
One Thing Right @hobios - JJK | fake marriage au, childhood friends, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, smut
01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 ✅ (done, read it twice - this is just perfect ⭐ holy grail status)
Carousel @yoonia - MYG | mafia au, arranged marriage, heirs, CEO!Yoongi, suspense
Index: 16 Chapters & Epilogue | Drabbles and short stories | Playlist | Fan Edits
*a re-read this holy grail of a fic 🥰
Risk It @kookiesjoonies - JJK | social media au, exes to lovers, angst, smut ✅
Driving Me Wild @joonkookiemonster - JJK | demon prince!JJK, roommate au, comedy, fluff ✅ (done reading, this is really cuuute 🥰)
Redefining Destiny @threeletterislife - JJK | soulmates, enemies to lovers, mafia, fluff, crack, angst
01 02 03 04 05 06 07 (*have to read Yoongi’s story first*)
Rattled @gukslut - JJK | single dad au, angst, pining, enemies to lovers, neighbors, smut
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Epilogue ✅(done)
*was reading this when it was ongoing, but stopped at Ch 5 (angst was too much for my heart 😢) - thrilled to binge-read this from the start 😍
Guarded @xjoonchildx - JHS | mafia au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, tsundere, smut
01 02 03 04 05 06 Epilogue ✅
Never Falling @yoonia - PJM | Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, Assistant!reader, Smut, Angst, slow burn ✅(done)
Spellbound @minflix - PJM | witches au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers
Lie @yoon-kooks - PJM | angst, fluff, based on movie “Flipped”
0 // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // FINAL
On the Sidewalk of Champ Elysees @taeramisu = KTH | journalist!KTH, exes to lovers, smut, angst, paris, slow burn
Little Monsters @yoon-bug - MYG | established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, s, f ✅
Take One @taetaewonderland - MYG | pornstar!yoongi, fanfictionwriter, strangers to lovers, s, f ✅
The Habits of a Broken Heart @softykooky - JJK | soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers ✅(done)
Into the Wilderness @gukyi - PJM | camp counselor au, unrequited love, friends to lovers
Oops @honeyj00ns - JJK | love at first hear, comedy, fluff, smut, “ You don’t know who the wonderful voice singing in the shower is, but you need to know” ✅
A Song Request @n8dlesoupguk - JJK | drabble, romance, where you always listen to the same radio station and he lives in the apartment complex opposite of yours ✅
Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates @ot7always - JJK | roommates, quarantined life, college, smut, fluff ✅
Your Favorite Cardigan in Summer Nights @prodkkyu - JJK | one shot, angst, high school sweethearts, exes au, summer fling ✅
Crimson Park @heartbeatan - JJK | mafia, boss!reader, mystery, angst
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 (Final) ✅
Pranks @mysecretatticsstuff - JJK | enemies to lovers, prank wars, angst, smut, fluff ✅
Too Long, Didn’t Read @fortunexkookie - KTH | college, writers, enemies to lovers, fluff ✅ (done reading, love love this)
You’ve Got Mail @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - JJK | Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, angst, ex-lovers, enemies to lovers ✅ (done reading, love this)
Love at First Oink @glodenclosetau- KTH | social media au, neighbors, friends to lovers, piggies 🐽, romance, fluff, comedy ✅ (done - the cutest smau ever)
Sugar @seokjxnnie - MYG | ceo!yoongi, escort!reader, personal assistant, smut ✅
Amor Vincit Omnia @sunshyngal - MYG | Mafia au, arranged marriage, angst, violence, drama
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 ✅
My Euphoria @beyochu - JJK | fake dating au, fluff, ceo!jungkook, florist!reader, romance ✅ (done, really adorable)
All Aboard @ve1vetyoongi - KNJ | smut, officeworker!namjoon, enemies to lovers ✅
#bts au fic#bts fanfic#currentlyreading#ggukkiereadinglist#bts fluff#bts angst#bts smut#namjoon fanfic#seokjin fanfic#jungkook fanfic#hoseok fanfic#jimin fanfic#taehyung fanfic#yoongi fanfic
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Vice-Admiral Smoker and the joys of administration, OS
Smoker, Tashigi, Garp, Kizaru OS.
Humour.
Warning vulgarity.
2100 words.
English Version
Vice-Admiral Smoker and the joys of administration
Smoker hated coming backfrom a mission. Don't get me wrong, he loves his job! But two things annoyed him the most about these moments.
On the one hand, that meant not going on the sea for at least a few weeks. Indeed, Marineford had established a complex system of turnover of vice-admirals so, with some exceptions, at least 3 vice admirals are always present on the base in case of necessity.
The feeling of freedom, feeling the air on his face, not being locked, that was what made Smoker happy deep inside him. That and the feeling of having helped the citizens and brought some justice back to this damn world, obviously.
On the other hand, returning to base meant a horrible administrative mountain. And just thinking about it, headaches were already migrating through the vice-admiral's head. Luckily, Tashigi was always ready to help him and do some of his duties to let him rest.
So it was with a heavy heart that Smoker set foot on the base for the first time after months of mission. While Tashigi was already rushing into his office with the firm intention of working all night to do her report on time, Smoker was walking mechanically to his private apartments. He threw his dirty jacket on the floor, took a long, hot shower, and get into his bed, already cursing tomorrow's hellish day.
The next morning the vice-admiral woke up in a bad mood. He grabbed his jacket that he had left on the soaked bathroom floor and sighed: it was ruined. As resistant as the clothes made by Marineford are, staying intact when you get cannonballs in your back is complicated. And Smoker, unlike many of the women on the base, hated walking around topless.
So his first resolution of the day was to go find a new jacket. And of course, he was going to ask Tashigi to do it for him. At first, as a man of integrity, Smoker was remorseful about leaving so many of his tasks to his colleague, even if the latter was doing wonderfully. But after several years in Marineford, honestly, now he didn't care.
So he grabbed his den den mushis and called the brunette. After several seconds of waiting, Tashigi did not pick up. Smoker worried, it was very unusual for the young woman who had a reputation for answering even when she was asleep.
He then quickly took two cigars from his desk, threw his dead jacket over his back, and walked quickly to his office.
Misfortune never happening alone, of course, on the way he passed Admiral Kizaru. The latter joined him in his race to his office and took the opportunity to discuss. The Yellow Admiral had the reputation of loving to talk, much to the misfortune of Smoker who loved calm above all else.
"Oh, tell me dear friend, are the holes in the jacket a new fashion? I know that I am no longer very young but still, I don’t understant. Is it to provide a ventilation system? Don't tell me you have a fever my dear friend? Do you want me to call the dear caregivers of the "
Kizaru didn't even have time to finish his monologue when he got the door of Smoker's office in the face. The latter had already crushed his cigars to refrain from hitting the high-ranking officer in the face.
Once he was sure he heard the yellow monkey leave, he got into the chair across from his desk and reached into the second drawer to extract two new cigars.
After a few seconds of enjoying the smoke reaching his lungs, Smoker grabbed the stationary den den mushi of his desk and, as he went to call Tashigi, a note stuck to the back of his device intrigued him.
"Even though I warned you last night, that I sent you an official mail 48 hours before and that I slipped a note under the door of your apartment, I want to remind you, just in case, that I am absent that day until 7:30 p.m. All the captains have a meeting. I wish you a very nice day. Captain TASHIGI. "
Oh shit. For a little Smoker could have cried. It was certainly one of the worst announcements he could receive. No Tashigi. No Tashigi for a whole day! One more day after a mission! All the calls and assignments she receives today will go straight back to him, her boss! In addition to her work he was going to have to do his own! With holes in his jacket.
Smoker decided to go on strike. The schedule for that day was already far too scary to be able to live it. A thousand times he would have preferred to fight against Monkey D Luffy rather than going through it.
He then decided he would do what was necessary. He got up quickly from his seat, crashed out of his office and almost ran towards Building C. It was barely nine in the morning but the Vice Admiral thought he was fainting when he saw the huge queue in front of the door. . Obviously, it was Monday, and those morons in the administrative sector never worked weekends.
He then did like everyone else, walked over to the door to grab a numbered ticket, sat down on one of the few free seats and waited.
To his left was an ordinary soldier, without a shirt and pants, just his underwear. Smoker could smell a familiar scent of magma. Akainu had made his own again during the training of his subordinates.
Smoker looked at his ticket, number 38 and sighed. As he was about to improvise a nap while waiting his turn, his portable den den mushis rang.
"Vice-Admiral Smoker, I'm listening. » He said wearily.
The soldier at the other end of the line looked surprised to find the Vice Admiral and not the Captain. “Captain Tashigi is in a meeting, her calls are being redirected to me. If it's not urgent hang up ". Without further ado, the soldier hung up to the vice-admiral's delight.
1 hour later.
"I swear in front of Gol D Roger that if that damn den den mushi rings one more time I will blow his head against the wall." Grumbled the marine for the third time in a minute.
After an hour of waiting and 15 calls, the Vice Admiral was finally called into the room.
He almost tore his jacket from his back, put it violently on the desk while trying to keep his nerves and glared at the woman in front of him who remained unmoved.
"Vice Admiral Smoker, registration number XXXX, I need a new model 3 series AB size 98 jacket with option 13". Smoker had been clear, to the point, and hardly angry.
The woman, who was well into her fiftieth, looked at him indifferently.
“It doesn't work like that, vice-admiral. She said in a weary voice, as if she was talking to the first moron in the area.
Smoker struggled not to crush his cigars again but revised himself to think it would be difficult to face this without cigars.
"So how do you do in this case?" He asked sharply.
The woman didn't even bother to answer him, she just gave him a form. Smoker thought it was a big joke when he found himself with a five-page double-sided document in his hands.
" Are you kinding me ? Five fucking pages for a fucking jacket? Can't you just write 22 fucking words on a fucking post it note and talk about it? Bellowed the Vice Admiral who was already starting to turn to smoke in annoyance.
"Blblblbl, blblblbl, blbllb" The den den mushi began to ring, straining Smoker's last strength to stay calm.
" It's not my fault ". The woman began in a slow, boring voice.
Blblblbl, blbllblb, blbllb
"If you are too stupid"
Blblblb, blblbl, blbllb
"To complete a simple form"
Blblbllbbl, blblbl
"That even Kizaru gets to"
Blblbl, SCRATCH.
The vice-admiral's den den mushi flew across the room, finishing its course into the wall.
To the slow voice of the woman was added the tears of the den den mushi.
"FUCK OF," Smoker yelled as he stormed out of the room to make sure his fist didn't end up in the woman's face. He went out like a madman and locked himself in his office to try to find calm and serenity.
He grabbed a third cigar and after about ten minutes of relaxation began to fill out the damn form. He was only halfway through when the door to his office slammed open, knocking out the lustrous wood that had already received quite a few knocks.
"Ah my dear friend, I went to the infirmary and got you some medicine to lower your temperature. But beware, this is a suppository! ".
Smoker felt his heart stop beating when he saw the yellow admiral's face in front of his nose.
Blblblb, blbllb
"Oh my dear friend I think someone is trying to reach you on your stationary den den mushi. "
Blblblb, blbllb
"Maybe you should answer, maybe it's urgent, don't you think? "
Blblblbl, blbllb
Smoker had a vision. The den den mushi stuck, smeared with haki, right in the middle of the admiral's face, his nose bleeding.
It took phenomenal self-control for the vice-admiral not to reproduce his impulses. For the second time, he chooses to escape.
He took a pen with him to finish filling out the damn file that had become completely unreadable so much he had massacred it.
He found himself in front of the lingerie door, walked past all the soldiers and walked into the office. He barely had time to put a foot inside when he felt a stapler cross his face with its smoke.
"I DON'T THINK I CALLED YOUR NUMBER!" Yelled the woman who had "briefed" him earlier.
Smoker crushed the doorknob but stayed calm. He turned around, took a ticket from the machine, and sat down in the only seat available: the one next to Vice-Admiral Garp. "
Smoker sighed and prayed to all the gods that this old fool would leave him in peace.
So he settled down next to him and inspected him discreetly. He then realized that the old man's uniform was impeccably worn if the traces of grease were omitted from his shirt from all the donuts he had. But the Marineford hero wasn’t wearing socks.
"Don't ask questions kid." The grandfather simply told him when he met Smoker's gaze.
"Hey Smoker, I heard you're after my grandson. Did you know that when he was young he used to have fun sticking his finger up his nose to eat his boogers? Except that this stupid pirate, as he is elastic, he always ended up bleeding from the nose. Suddenly he would start screaming and running in all directions. Most of the time he would smash into a tree or a wall and fall apart, by the time the bleeding ended. Did you also know he got clean very late? I had to buy him pyjamas with an opening pocket on the buttocks because he never managed to undo his buttons and ended up pooping on himself? Ah and also the time when ”.
Smoker wanted to: die.
Blblblb, blbllbl
A mirage ? a hallucination?
"Vice-Admiral Garp, I'm listening. Ah hi Sengoku, how are you? A fishing trip? Now ? Ah I'm coming. By the way, don't you have pairs of socks to lend me? »And so the Vice Admiral disappeared through the maze of hallways, much to Smoker's delight.
It took no less than forty-five additional minutes of waiting for Smoker to finally put the damn file in the damn good drawer which, by chance again, was in building A and, as it happened, no administrative soldier was available to take the paper which he therefore had to deposit himself.
The same day, at 10 p.m.
"A call for you Vice Admiral Smoker." The bartender handed the den den mushi to the vice-admiral, who took a last sip of sake before answering.
"Good evening Vice-Admiral, I hope you had a good day! » Tashigi began. "I was wondering why you weren't answering den den mushi... I received an official document for you. It involves a fine for "disrespecting an administrative colleague" as well as a two-week ban from returning to the lingerie office. Is everything okay ”.
"I STILL PREFER TO WALK NAKED THAN TO RETURN TO THIS OFFICE".
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Is it cool if i request something like Ruv being in a foul mood and Whitty cheers him up? I love your writing sm -xplosiverockro
Definitely! It's fluff time.
Whitty was lounging on his couch, occasionally looking over at the door as he strummed quietly on his guitar. It was a gross-feeling day outside- condensation from humidity fogged up his window. The air felt thick and heavy, bugs were alive and biting, it was almost lunchtime and the sun still hadn't peaked out from behind the clouds.
Despite all that, Ruv said he could come over today, and that was the only thing on his mind. He loopily smiled to himself and bobbed his head while he played. Work had been pretty boring today, so he was ready to kick back and relax with his boyfriend for the rest of the day.
He heard someone try to open the door, and looked over. There was a couple of tiny clicking sounds, and realizing what Ruv was doing, Whitty stopped playing and yelled, "Quit picking the lock!" but it was too late, and the door (which had been locked in three different places) swung open, Ruv walking inside and slamming it closed behind him.
"Really?" Whitty said, hands relaxing against his guitar. "Was that necessary?"
Ruv ignored him, instead leaning forward on the counter and staring emptily out the window.
Whitty blinked at him, slowly. "the weather's pretty bad today, I was thinking we could just chill here."
Ruv stared stonily at the wall. Finally, he inhaled deeply and walked over, plopping down on the couch next to him.
Whitty glanced at him, then plucked out a few notes on his guitar. "Is something wrong?" he asked.
Ruv tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch. "I hate everybody." he said, without adding any kind of context.
Whitty frowned. "What happened?"
"Couple of assholes stole from the church last night." Ruv grumbled. "We got up in the morning and every single cent of savings Sarv had in the office was gone. The entire room was wrecked, and Sarv was crying all damn morning." Ruv said, barely breathing between words.
Whitty's shoulders fell. He almost asked if maybe they called the cops, but then quickly realized that would be a terrible idea.
Instead, he said, "I can sleep over, help keep guard in case they come back."
"They won't." Ruv said, rubbing his forehead. "Robbers never hit the same place twice within a month. Security always too high after the first time."
Whitty absently plucked at strings, his gaze falling away from Ruv and staring forward. "What kind of person steals from a church?" he swore under his breath while he played, his fingers quickening along the strings.
Ruv was quiet, and Whitty played a line of notes along the neck of his guitar.
A thought came to him, then, and he looked over at Ruv. "I know this won't help much..." he started, clearing his throat.
Ruv still glared at the wall.
"But..." Whitty nudged his shoulder. "I've been writing a new song. want to hear it?"
Ruv's head slowly turned to him, staring at him with a frown. "Sure." he said.
Whitty nodded, and closed his eyes, trying to remember how the tune went, as his fingers began to dance along the strings.
He'd been working on this one for a while now, and it was far from perfect, but he thought maybe Ruv would enjoy some bits of it. It was about him, after all.
He felt himself melt down as he played, keeping up with the pattern of notes and letting all of it just flow through the air, until he opened his mouth to sing a bit too. Nothing extraordinary yet, and some rhymes needed... revising. Finally, he ended it off on a pretty sweet ringing G, and opened his eyes again.
Ruv was leaning back on the arm of the couch, blinking at him tiredly. He couldn't read his expression.
Whitty opened his mouth to explain it wasn't finished yet, when he finally said, "Why'd you stop?"
Whitty blinked at him. "That's... the end, right now." he said.
Ruv's shoulders slumped a little in disappointment. "Oh. 'K." he looked back over at the kitchen. "It's really good."
Whitty noticed the tone in his voice very quickly, and smirked. "You want to hear a different song? That's the only one I'm making right now, but I can play something else."
Ruv glanced back, a small glimmer of excitement in his gaze. "Sure, I guess." he said nonchalantly.
Whitty grinned, leaning over to peck a small kiss on Ruv's mouth. "I'm glad you like to listen to me sing." he told him softly.
Ruv stared at him. Whitty turned away and began playing something else, when Ruv melted against his shoulder. It made it hard to reach some notes on his guitar, but he didn't really care, as he let the music flood the air.
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My Model | Yeri x f!Reader College!au
Genre: College AU, fluff
Summary: Yeri needs a model for her final project. You need some money. With the time you spend working for Yeri, something starts to bubble up in your heart.
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: Ah, school's already started again. What a bummer. It's almost 2AM and my sleep schedule is still very much fucked. Whatever, I'm feeling kind of down in the dumps so I wanted to write something cute. I also am considering writing a mafia!au series for Irene, please tell me if you'd like that or not! Otherwise, just enjoy this writing please :) even though I feel like the quality is significantly worse than my other writings. OH AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! AHH ALSO IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING YERI POSTED ON IG.
Date: 1/6/2021
It all started when you spent Saturday evening venting out all your stress to your close friend, Sooyoung.
"I'm sorry, I know we're supposed to be relaxing together right now but it's the only thing on my mind! I mean, they laid me off work last second and it's not like I have another job lined up and waiting for me. I wasn't even a bad employee! They were just trying to cut costs!" You tiredly half-shouted to Sooyoung.
She sat on the other end of the couch, body bundled up in your blankets while nodding. She patiently listened to your worries and complaints. After you had said what was on your mind, you both decided to binge some awful zombie movies.
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You were quickly redoing some of your notes when you heard a faint vibration coming from your phone. You picked up your phone, checking the notification from Sooyoung that just appeared.
"heyyy, i know this isn't an actual long-term job that ur looking for but i have a friend who could use some help rn! she'll pay!"
You feel a spark of excitement as you begin to type back a reply.
"Yes!! Anything helps. I don't care what it is I'll do it."
"are u free tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"her name is yeri and she just needs a model for her to create some outfits and shoot pictures of. meet her tomorrow at xxxx at three?"
"Tell her sure thing :)"
With that you returned to studying with a small smile on your face with a little bit of your worries melting away.
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You rock back and forth on your heels, nervous to meet a stranger. You knock on Yeri's door only to be met back with a faint clatter and muffled footsteps. A short while later you hear some muttering as the door finally opens.
"Hello!"
While you were curiously scanning the area around her dorm room, the sudden sound of her voice made you shift your focus to the now open door and the girl standing in front of you. You felt your body stiffen as you made eye-contact.
"Ah, uhm, hello! Hi, you must be Yeri, right?" You manage to say aloud.
"Yeah, and you must be Y/N! Nice to meet you. You can come in." She says as she steps aside to make room for you.
You enter her room, only to be greeted by materials being strewn across nearly every piece of furniture possible. A clean mirror was in the middle of her room and a sewing machine sat off by the side.
"I'm a fashion major if you couldn't tell already." Yeri half-joked with a smile gracing her lips.
You smile back at her. "Yeah I assumed so from what Sooyoung described yesterday. How much are you paying again?"
"Well, I assume you took this job because you're a desperate broke college student. I am also a desperate broke college student. I'll give you around $25 after every session. I can't pay much but I'll try. I mean, you're giving me your time after all."
You nod at her answer. "Sessions? Am I going to have to come over multiple times?"
"Yeah, I have to create three different outfits. I'll just get your measurements today. After that you'll have to come over and model and make sure that they fit well and so I'll know if I have to do any revisions. So, mind if I start taking measurements now?"
"I wouldn't mind at all."
Yeri pulls out a measuring tape and begins to measure your body. She makes sure your posture is correct, placing a hand on your back, sending miniscule shivers down your spine. She moves around your body carefully making sure everything is accurate all while giving you the faintest touches around your body.
You felt bad. There wasn't anything unprofessional about this situation at all, yet you couldn't help but to feel your face heat up a little. Yeri was a pretty girl and you just couldn't help but to melt around pretty girls. You found it a bit adorable to see her so focused on her task at hand.
All too quickly Yeri announced that she was done taking your measurements.
"Is that going to be all for today then?"
"I guess, I'll start working on the outfits now that I know your sizes." Yeri is already going to her sewing machine, her hand reaching out to a sketchbook you didn't realize was there before. "Oh! By the way, we should exchange numbers so I can tell you when we should meet up again." She says while looking back at you.
You pull out your phone and walk closer to her, the both of you exchanging contact details.
"Thanks for today, Y/N. I'll pay you next time you come. I'm sure you'll love the way these outfits look on you too!"
You make your way out of her room and shut the door behind you for her.
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Time has passed and you've already been to Yeri's place a couple times. Each time feeling a little bit more suffocating under Yeri's overwhelming presence. The way her eyes would look at you, carefully judging the details of the clothing she put hours of hard work in. The way she'd always thank you for your time. You couldn't help but want to know her more.
Despite wanting to get closer with her though, you never seemed to text her for any reason besides modelling for her. Sooyoung kept encouraging to just talk to her casually. You tried to follow her advice, tried to convince yourself that it wouldn't be the end of the world if Yeri didn't want to text you back, but every time you began to write a hello or considered sending her something you chickened out.
Today was another day where you would visit Yeri. You enter her room, basking in the warmth of Yeri's now familiar and welcoming smile.
Wearing the third and final outfit of Yeri's project you shyly spoke out, "Well, do you think this one needs anymore revisions?"
You watch as Yeri once again eyes you up and down. Yet, something felt different this time. Or perhaps you were making things up in your head. You watch as she turns her head back up to you with shining eyes.
"I think you look wonderful."
You purse your lips as you feel your heart beating way too fast.
"Honestly, this is my best work yet! God, I'm a genius. Hey, one day Y/N I'm gonna become a top designer and you'll be my model again. Got it?"
You crack open a smile along with Yeri at the sight of her enthusiasm. Although you didn't really feel close with her, let alone as close as you wish the both of you could be, over the past couple of weeks it felt like the two of you had warmed up to each other.
"I really appreciate the offer." You tell her with sincerity in your voice. It seemed like there would be no more revisions though, and no more revisions meant no more modelling for Yeri. With that your happy mood seemed to be ruined as you sighed and spoke out. "Well, I guess I'll change and be on my way then. Thank you so much for allowing me to work with you, Yeri."
After all this time, you failed to get to really know Yeri. You felt upset at the fact that it felt like you just wasted a chance to do something. Even though you'd still have her number after today, it was a near guarantee you'd still be too chicken to ever message her something. Disappointment began to build up in your mind as you made your way towards a room to change clothes. All of a sudden you heard Yeri's voice calling out to you.
"Y/N, if you really want to thank me, why not go on a coffee date with me sometime?"
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Living, Learning, and Filming Ch.1 | Connor Brashier
A/n: once again I am just here rewriting/revising this series. Not much will change most likely, just some minor editing.
Summary: Y/n and Connor are partners for their final project. Their topic of choice, however, might get them in some trouble.
Warnings: just a little playful banter
Word count:1.8k
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Week 1
“Brashier, I’m having a girl over tonight so I’m gonna need you to - whoa. What is going on in here? You’re cleaning?” My roommate, Brian questions, stopping in the doorway of my room.
I shrug, “Yeah. It was looking too messy.”
“Too messy,” he repeats.
“That’s what I said.”
“Okay… Who’s the girl?”
“There’s no girl,” I answer, putting the dirty clothes in my hand in the hamper by my closet.
“Well you’re definitely not cleaning for yourself. I’ve seen this room worse than this and it didn’t bother you then.”
“Craigen, I don’t know what you’re talking about. My room was dirty, I wanted to clean it.”
“Because you want a girl in here,” he crosses his arms over his chest with a smirk, coming further into the room. “What class do you have with her?”
I sigh because I know there’s no point in hiding it from him, “She’s in my film class. We’re partners for our final.”
“And you want to fuck her?”
I scoff, “Brian, come on.”
“You do,” he cocks an eyebrow.
“Why does it matter? She’s coming over tomorrow for us to start on our project.”
“Uh huh. And what’s the project?”
I know my face just got a little redder. “Falling in love in college,” I mumble.
He laughs and I don’t mean one of those mocking “haha” types of laughs. I mean, he’s clutching his stomach, almost doubling over, he’s laughing so hard.
“Falling,” he stops himself, still laughing. Dick. “Falling in love? Like with each other? Whose fucked idea was this? Do you know anything about her?”
“That’s what I’m doing with this. I made her a bet that one or both of us will be in love with each other by the end of this project.”
“Ha! By the end?” he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “You realize she’s already got you fucked, right? I mean, she’s already got you cleaning for her.” He gestures around the room with his hand as if that’s supposed to prove his point further.
I scoff again, “Whatever. It’s just for fun, Brian.”
“A game?” he questions.
I shrug, “Yeah. A game.”
“And if you do just so happen to fall in love with her? What then?”
“It’s not gonna happen like that.”
“But if it does?” he persists.
“Then I lose.” She’s already made it pretty clear she’s not gonna fall for me.
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I’m walking out of my ethics class when I catch sight of y/n with some, I’m assuming, friends. They’re just walking out of the cafeteria, she’s laughing, her hand combs gently through the ends of her hair. I won’t deny that she’s pretty. Dangerously, so. I don’t realize that I’m still staring until she catches my gaze and waves, smiling with teeth. I don’t want to be rude, so I wave back and I watch her say something to her friends before making her way over to me.
“Hi,” she says brightly, a much different greeting than I was expecting. Our last encounter, she left the room without a smile on her face, head down, watching her feet as she walked.
“Hi,” I respond, hands in my pockets, trying to bring out my “too cool” persona that I put on in front of other people.
“Are you busy right now?” she asks, her eyes shining bright, popping against the eyeshadow she’s wearing, which compliments the too big, navy blue sweater dress that’s currently swallowing her frame.
“Um… no. What’s up?” I scratch the back of my neck.
“You in the mood to start filming?”
I hum, “I’d love to, but I left my camera at home.”
“I have mine in my dorm, I could start my part.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Come on, it’s nice out. We can go to the coffee shop down the street. I had a few ideas about what I wanted to do, if you’re down.”
“What are these ideas?” I ask as we start to walk toward her dorm, I’m guessing.
“I don’t just want it to be a plain subject with no interaction between the director and subject. If we’re going to do this specific topic, we have to do it a little differently than just saying ‘okay, action.’ We won’t get the best results that way.”
“Okay?”
She’s looking at her shoes again as she walks. “I was thinking about something like an interview process. Just as an introduction. A kind of ‘who are you? Have you ever been in love?’ type thing. Obviously asking questions pertaining to the topic, but also just to get to know the different subjects, and to get them comfortable.”
“I like it. And I think toward the end of the project we could do another one, same questions, hopefully different answers.”
She nods, still not looking up. “Yeah, hopefully.”
“Your shoes are still there, you know?” I joke.
“What?” Finally, her eyes meet mine.
“You watch your feet when you walk.”
“Oh, um… sorry. I didn’t notice.”
“No, don’t apologize. It’s cute. It just makes it hard to look at your eyes when you talk.”
“Well they’re nothing special. You’re not missing anything,” she chuckles.
“They’re pretty,” I tell her and her cheeks heat up.
“Thank you,” she says quietly.
“So, this is the way to your dorm?”
“Yep… do you live on campus?”
“No, my friend, Brian and I share an apartment a few miles from here.”
“Oh, does he go here too?”
“Yeah, he’s a business major.”
“Oh, that’s cool. That’s what I was going to do if this whole photography thing didn’t work out.”
“Why do you think it’s not going to work?”
“Well there’s a lot of film going on recently. It’s competitive, I don’t exactly know how my work is going to fit into the equation, but that’s not stopping me just yet.”
I smile softly at the confession. “Well, I may not have seen your work yet, but I’m pretty sure you’re gonna make it.”
“Ah, says the guy who has already made his big break, traveling the world with Mr. Shawn Mendes himself.”
“You've been reading up on me,” I muse.
“I thought if we were going to be working together, I needed to know who I was going to be spending my time with. Your stuff is really, really good. I can see why he hired you.”
“Oh,” it’s my turn to blush, “well, thank you.”
When we get inside her dorm building she turns to face me, “So, the elevator’s broken. Has been for a couple weeks. They keep saying they’re gonna fix it, but at this point I’m expecting them to be working on it the day we come back from Christmas break. Anyway, are you good with the stairs?”
“Well I don’t really have a choice, do I?” I counter.
“I mean, you could stay down here if you’d like. I’ll just be a minute.”
“No, I was kidding. I’m good taking the stairs.”
“Okay, then follow me,” she says, taking her keys from her bag.
She’s a few steps ahead of me, and if I look up at just the right time I can -
“Looking up my dress isn’t going to get you under it any faster, Brashier.”
My eyes widen and I shake my head, “No. I - I wasn’t.”
“You were,” she looks down at me from her step and smirks. “You’re not very smooth, are you?”
“Up until this very moment, I thought I was.”
She nods, “You might be a smooth talker, but your actions need a little work.”
I chuckle, “If you say so, sweetheart.”
Y/n scrunches up her nose, “Sweetheart,” she continues walking and I follow. “That’s condescending.”
“You’re really gonna make this hard for me, aren’t you?” I shake my head in disbelief.
“Well where’s the fun in me making it easy for you?”
I hum and press my body close against hers, holding gently onto her elbow as she reaches to unlock the door, “How about we save ‘sweetheart’ for the bedroom then? Hmm?”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, “You’d have to get there first, Connor. And right now? You couldn’t be further away.” She looks back at me and I glance between her eyes and her lips.
“You keep frowning and your face will stay like that.” I run my index finger over her bottom lip and her eyes flutter shut.
But she quickly opens them again, turning away from my burning gaze, “Two and a half months,” she mumbles. “God, help me.” I don’t think she meant for me to hear either of those things, but the proximity of us was currently my friend and I thank god she hasn’t told me to move yet.
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“Okay,” Y/n fixes the settings on her camera, looking through the lens every few seconds and then back at me. “I think we’re ready.”
“We're just going right in?”
She nods behind the camera, “Yep. And… we’re recording. What’s your full name?”
“My name is Connor David Brashier. I am twenty-one, and a junior here at UCLA.”
“What are your hobbies?”
“I like filming, playing video games, and surfing.”
“What is it about filming that you like the most?”
I push at my bottom lip with my tongue, thinking the question over. “I like capturing the things that would otherwise go unnoticed. Those small things that no one thinks about until after the fact. Like at concerts, people are there and they watch the show, but they don’t see what happens behind the stage, they don’t see how incandescently happy they are to be there. I like giving that back to them. That feeling they had, the feeling the performer and the team had before and after the show.”
She’s smiling behind the camera and I can’t help but blush, looking down at my hands. “Do you see yourself doing this for the rest of your life?”
“Of course, I do.”
“Even if it takes you away from your family?”
I have to think about it for a minute. “It doesn’t take me away from them. They’re always with me, supporting me.”
“I like that answer,” she says, tugging at the bottom of her sweater. “And uh, last couple questions.”
“Alright. Hit me.”
“These questions pertain to the actual topic of our project. Which as you know is the average life of someone falling in love. So your question is: have you ever been in love before?”
I look at her, hiding behind the screen of her camera and I can’t stop myself from smiling fondly. “No. Not yet.”
She nods. “Can you see yourself falling in love with someone?”
I take my time to answer this, because I know my answer, but I don’t want to seem too eager.
“Connor?”
“Sorry,” I clear my throat. “Can you repeat the question?”
“Can you see yourself falling in love with someone?” she asks again.
“Yes,” I answer. “Yeah, I can see myself falling in love with you.”
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through my eyes
masterlist - taglist - schedule
pairing - draco malfoy x insecure! reader
word count - 644.
summary - a trip to hogsmeade with her friends leaves y/n feeling extremely insecure.
warnings - self hate and doubt (not well written or revised) is it ooc draco? idk he’s just v in love
a/n - hi. friendly reminder every single thing about you is beautiful. your size will never determine your worth. i love you. stole some lines from ‘heather’ by the baby, conan gray. this isn’t great but ah i have a sleepover coming soon!
tags. general - @malfoys-demigod @peachesandpinks @itsivyberry @sinful-gin @thefandomplace @hariosborn draco - @irishbish @viirgobbyy @angstywhore @littlemaladaptivedaydreamer @princekooks
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y/n stared at the mirror, hating the reflection. she hated the way her thighs touched, or the stretch marks where she prayed they would just fade overnight. she hated that her stomach wasn’t completely flat, and the cellulite. the outfit was nice, the skirt and the top. it fit how it was supposed to, and anyone else would have said it fit nicely. but it didn’t, not to the girl who was trying it on in the small boutique at hogsmeade village, she slipped the outfit off, and back into the clothes she came in, collapsed against the wall of the dressing room, letting a tear fall as her eyes stayed locked with her reflection. she knew she couldn’t cry there, her eyes would be puffy and then she’d have to explain. a knock sounded on the door.
‘y/n? we’re gonna pay, meet me us out there once you're ready’
‘okay’ she replied to her friend, in a convincing postive tone. she stood up, putting her shoes and coat back on and re-entering the main room of the shop.
‘are you going to buy it?’ her other friend asked
‘no, i think i have something to similar to it at home already’ the girl lied. she wasn’t dare going to tell them- not in the mood for friend pity, only wanting draco. they talked to eachother on the way back, y/n occasionally chiming in but not too often, in fear her voice would break. the second they got back to the castle she broke off, to the slytherin house, the barriers letting her in. she crossed over in dracos arms so many times i let her in by herself now. not very many people were in the common room, and the ones that did didn’t even turn their heads, so she continued up to his prefect dorm.
he was reading a book, legs crossed, but immediately put it away when he saw his favourite person at his door.
‘hi love. back so soon?’
walking over, taking her coat off, she cuddled right up to draco.
‘just hold me’ her face was buried in his chest when the sobs started. he was confused, what could have gone so wrong in a hogsmeade trip, he knew she was insecure but it couldn’t be that, could it? his thoughts were confirmed when she muffled something into his sweater
‘why are you dating me?’ it was a simple question, but it made his heart clench in his chest.
‘what?’ he didn’t really know why he said it, he heard what she said, but could hardly believe it
‘why are you even dating me, im not even half as pretty as all-‘ she was grumbling now and louder this time
‘y/n why do you think that im dating you? you do realize that i didn’t fall in love with you because your pretty- i fell in love with the rest of you- your beautiful face and body is just a bonus’ she laughed, or chuckled but that was enough. he paused for a moment before starting again ‘i fell in love with how kind you are, even to me after i treated you like an arse all those years. and how your face would light up when you laughed or saw something that made you happy or how you would slip others answers to questions they didn’t know, and came top of the year every year but didn’t once brag about it’ he paused once again‘i wish you could see yourself through my eyes, because darling you would love it, and i do too, i love you’ and that was the last thing he said, as he watched her drift off, or tried to as her face was buried into his neck now, and he was occasionally pressing kisses to her hair. limbs complete tangled.
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Somebody that I Used to Know (Chapter 4)
Chapter 4: Armory
It's very late, I should be sleeping, but I'm here writing because i'm in love with this one, I hope you like it as much as I do!!
Summary: Shepard and Kaidan meet by "accident" in the armory and they end up talking about a lot of things, including Shepard's thoughts about Horizon.
Words: 3014
Rating: Teens and Up
Warnings: Lenguage
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That one was close. She says to herself, contemplating a dent on her breastplate. Shepard takes a deep breath and starts to pull apart every little piece of her armor, placing them in order on top of the workbench.
She’s always enjoyed this part of the job, maintaining her gear and making sure everything functions properly. And somehow, the repetitive task relaxes her, making her forget the heat of the battle, the boredom in between missions and whichever problem she is trying to deal with.
This has always worked for her in the past, but not this time.
Come on… focus… “Connector AtR95 to plug HG42, and then… then...” She tries her best to concentrate. “Fuck!” A small spark hits her on the hand making her drop the cable.
Stop thinking about it. She tries again, but echoes of her last conversation with Garrus play in her head and there’s nothing she can do to shut them up.
One day you’re gonna have to put yourself first than the rest of the galaxy Shepard. “Yeah… like it is in my hands… I wish it was, so I could... Maybe I could say… What? What’s left to say? No, no… I already know and I don’t wanna hear it, there’s too much at stake and things… Things are good right now. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to say that… And at least… At least we are friends, which is more than I hoped, and that… that will be enough.” She tries to keep working, only managing to end up fidgeting with some tool before getting lost in her thoughts once again.
Why don’t you hate him? “Why don’t I hate him?” She says using a sarcastic tone. “Why doesn’t he hate me? Or does he? I mean… He did before, didn't he? So who knows...” She looks to the ceiling and moves one hand to her head. “Why does everything have to be so complicated?”
She stops working for a second, realizing she’s talking out loud. Lucky for her there’s no one else in the armory, something good had to come from Vega’s little party in the poker room, and now he and Cortez must be already unconscious in the crew quarters, along with the few soldiers that usually work there, so she has the whole place to herself.
All alone… She sighs, not knowing for sure if this fact drepresses her more than it cheers her up. I should keep working…. There's a lot to do.
Shepard focuses on the task ahead and starts checking every seal, repairing bullet holes, fixing the clasps, testing the connections and polishing most of the sections while revising the whole armor inch by inch. She spends around an hour like this, fully concentrated, until a noise on her back distracts her and makes her turn her head just in time to see how the elevator door opens.
Really… someone up there doesn’t like me… There’s no other explanation. “Hey.” She says as a greeting before directing her eyes back to her armor.
Up until a few hours ago she was handling the whole Kaidan situation much better than now, but her conversation with Garrus keeps playing in her mind for some reason. What would you do? Loops in her mind and she feels like a tide is drowning her. She had put so much effort in the last months to sink any type of expectation, of hope, to try to avoid thinking even about the possibility of regaining something she knows forever lost.
“Hey...” He starts walking to where she is. “So here’s where you’ve been hiding?” Kaidan stops right by her side looking at what she’s doing.
Shepard avoids looking at him, knowing she will lose every ability to function like a person the moment she tries to do so. Next time I see Garrus I’m gonna kill him… She thinks while trying to calm down.
“I’m not hiding,” she lies, “just doing some tests and repairs, you know, the less glamorous part of the job.” She says, mustering the courage to look at him while she talks.” Some people tend to neglect it, but it's an important one.”
“I know...” He rests his body on the workbench. “I’ve learned that from the best.” He gives her a big smile, and she’s completely lost.
In just a few seconds her heart starts to warm up, and she feels how the burning sensation travels from there to the rest of her body. Somehow she maneges keep looking at him, but that makes it even worse.
That kind of smile should be illegal. She says to herself.
She’s seen it before and the effect it’s still the same. It's the kind of smile that’s able to melt her heart little by little, strong enough to get through all her walls and fill one by one the many holes she has in her soul. It’s the smile she sees when she closes her eyes trying to erase a bad dream, the one she finds when she looks for a reason to keep fighting.
She has never been able to contain herself when he gives her that smile, and the night before Ilos, among the many memories she holds in her heart, is the best proof of that.
Shepard can feel how her heartbeat rises out of control when her mind starts playing fragments of that night. Oh god… She thinks, trying to avoid getting lost in the many memories she treasures of Kaidan.
Relax… you only have to act like a normal human being. That’s not difficult, right?
She ends up replying with a smile of her own, unable to think about anything safe to say out loud, and trying very hard to calm down a little. But then her eyes travel to his lips and the gates of her memory open within seconds, letting free every little detail, every touch and every feeling so they can haunt her. She can see everything as clear as if it was yesterday, and her whole soul shivers remembering the sensation of having him all to herself.
“Need an extra pair of hands?”
“What!?”
“Help, with the armor...” He looks at her with a little concern in his eyes.
Her whole body panics for a second before she is able to process his words, and the true meaning behind them, not the one she was thinking of. To her relief, thanks in part to the shock, she’s able to focus again on the conversation and manages to give him an answer.
“Ah, no… don’t worry, you must have a lot to do. It wouldn't be fair to you.”
“It’s easier to do with help… Tell you what, we can do mine after yours and we'll be even, what do you think?” She smiles at him, relieved he hasn’t noticed the real reason for the lapse in her concentration.
“Okay, that’s more like it.”
They start working side by side and, at the beginning, they try very hard to not disturb each other. Once they’ve been working for a few minutes the old ways start to kick in and with that, along with the familiarity of the task at hand, they begin to work in the same areas at the same time, with him assisting her wherever she needs to, completely synchronized with one another. Before they realise it they are already working on Kaidan’s armour.
The conversation is also flowing without any problems, to her surprise, although everything they say is related to the job they’re doing. They spend a while like that until she starts asking herself how did he end up here with her, trying to remember the different shifts in her head.
“Kaidan.”
“Yes?”
“I’ve just realized… Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“Ah… yes…” He smiles. “I couldn’t… I tried for hours before giving up.”
“Headaches?”
“Yes… among other things.”
“The war and that kind of stuff?” He laughs a little.
“Well, normally yes… but this time Vega is the one to blame.”
“Vega?” Shepard freezes.
“Yeah… Him and Cortez were talking out loud in the crew quarters, heaven knows what they were saying,” he rolls her eyes and sighs “but you could hear the noise from the starboard observation.”
“So you didn’t understand what they were saying?” She asks, trying to sound casual.
“No… something about getting killed I think, so I suppose it was war related stuff.”
“Probably” Shepard says, sighing with relief.
“I would’ve said something but they seemed pretty drunk and, to be honest, I didn't want to bring down the mood.” He smiles softly. “Besides, I don’t think I would’ve been able to sleep either way. I even thought of joining them to see what the fuss was about.”
“Luckily you didn’t” Shepard says without even thinking. Shit… I’m an idiot.
“What do you mean?”
“Well… Mmm” Think… Come on, think. “Ehmm… you wouldn’t have ended up here.” She finally says, which isn’t a lie, relieved she’s been able to say anything at all. “I needed the help more than I thought.” She smiles at him as a thank you and he lowers his head a little making a reverence.
“At your service.”
Shepard blushes and smiles before she resumes her job, trying to concentrate again in the armor but failing within a few seconds when another question prompts into her mind.
“How did you end up here?”
“Garrus.”
“Garrus?” Shepard laughs a little, trying to understand how his friend ended up causing this situation.
”Hum… I saw him in the kitchen and we started talking...”
I’m going to kill him.
“... and he said that with James and Steve sleeping this would probably be empty.”
Shepard starts laughing in disbelief, bringing her hands to her face. In the meanwhile Kaidan doesn’t know what to do, feeling like he’s missed some part of the conversation. They stay like that for a few seconds before she starts talking again.
“Remind me to talk to Garrus later.”
“I’m a bit lost here Shepard.”
“He knew I would be here, I told him.”
“I see.” Kaidan smiles and starts processing the information. “So this is a setup, isn't it?”
“So it seems.” She answers.
“Well, at least we were able to finish this.” He says, pointing to their armors.
“Yeah… You should go and rest, you’ve earned it. Besides I don’t think the noise will be a problem anymore, they’re probably in a coma by now.” He laughs at her comment. “Let me store this away, you must be tired.”
“If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t.”
“Okay.” He says a little bit hesitant and starts walking away, but before he gets into the elevator he stops and asks her: “Wanna do the weapons tomorrow? It’s been a while since I checked my assault rifle.” She smiles at him.
“Same...” You don’t use an assault rifle. “With my rifle, I mean, my sniper rifle, of course.” You calibrate it every three days. “Same place, same time?”
“Sure.”
“Perfect.”
~
“Can you...” Shepard places a tool in his hands before he’s able to complete the question. “Thank you. You must be used to doing this.” He says laughing.
“I’ve been calibrating weapons since I was thirteen.”
“That would explain why yours has only taken a few minutes to check up.”
They are working in the same area that the day before, right next to each other, and for some unknown reason today they are also alone in the armory.
“Are we sure Vega is still alive? I haven’t seen him in a day.” She says, looking to where he normally stays.
“Well It doesn’t surprise me that he’s hiding...” He turns to see her reaction, “I heard that you two had a rather interesting conversation yesterday.” She freezes right away, dropping the replacement parts she is holding into the ground.
“Sorry.. I… Mmm. The thing is… no.” He tries to hide his smile. “ How on Earth have you found out about that?”
“Garrus.”
Now I’m definitely going to kill him.
“He told me during lunch time.”
“Remind me to talk to Garrus later.”
Kaidan starts laughing a little, comprehending now all the sides of the story, except for one.
“May I ask you a question?” He says, and she can see how his smile fades away to be replaced by concern. “I don’t know if I should ask it.”
“I’m not surprised, It was quite an experience.” She says with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m sure you must have many.”
“No, just the one.” He feels a little bit lost when he says this. She can tell that, whatever it is he wants to ask her, he’s truly afraid of her answer.
“Kaidan...” She makes a pause waiting for him to look at her. “I will listen to any question you wish to ask, and I will reply to you as best as I can.”
He nods, looking directly into her eyes, but stays in silence.
“I mean… Nothing you say will be worse than what I heard yest...”
“Why?” He interrupts her.
“I’m gonna need more info Kaidan.” She smiles at him.
Worry builds up in his expression and he moves one hand to the back of his neck, without really knowing what to do with the other one.
“Why don’t you hate me?” He asks in the end.
“I’m going to start charging for that question, at this rate I’ll be able to buy a house by the time the war is over.”
“Shepard, I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
“Yeah, sure.” He smiles a little but his mind keeps going on and on about the matter at hand. He leaves his tool on the table and moves a few steps to sit down, lowering his head to stare at the floor.
She looks at him for a few seconds, feeling a lot of different emotions bubbling in her heart, before she starts walking to sit by his side.
He stays the same, while Shepard looks far away and tries to find the best way to express what she wants to tell him. A minute goes by before she starts talking.
“Do you remember some conversations we had back in the day? You were worried I would cut corners, let something slide, if I had no other option”
“I remember.”
“You also told me once you wouldn't be able to stay quiet and follow me if I got out of the line.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you remember my answer back then?”
“You said you did not want me to. That you didn’t need someone following you blindly.”
“So… why should I be mad at you? You kept your word.”
“But...”
“But nothing.”
“And your hand?”
“My hand?”
“Is it true that you broke it by hitting the wall right after Horizon?”
“Ah… Mmm, yes, it’s true.” She laughs a little. He doesn’t. “Look Kaidan, it was a really tough day... well, months.” She starts explaining. “The first thing I did once I understood what was going on after waking up was ask about you, but no one gave me answers. When I finally had some kind of clue, it turns out you were in a colony that was under attack, so I spent hours looking for you, fearing that I would find you frozen at any time or that I wouldn’t find you at all, terrified for your life.”
He raises his head to look at her, but she doesn’t move, her eyes still glued to the wall in front of them.
“And then I saw you, safe and sound, and my whole heart started to burst with joy. I’ve never gone so fast from sadness to happiness.” She makes a pause there. “And then, well you know the rest.”
He starts to look mortified by her words, so she resumes her speech trying to explain herself.
“I’m not judging what you said or did Kaidan, I’m really not.“ She turns to look at him while she continues. ”I’m telling you this so you understand that, when I made it back to the Normandy, I didn’t know what to do with the hundreds of things I was feeling at the same time… So the wall ended up paying the price.”
“I see.” He says, trying to process all the information. ”Well, you were able to redirect your anger. That’s more than I could do… When I think of some of the things I said....”
“It's okay. You see Kaidan, I won’t pretend it was the best day of my life but, after thinking about it, and with some time if we’re being honest, I can’t say that I blame you.” She stops for a second, weighing something on her mind. “Do you wanna know something?”
“Sure.” Kaidan answers, finally relaxing a little.
“I… I think highly of you for staying true to your beliefs.” She says. ”I really admire that about you... I’ve never… I've never met anyone like you, you know?”
“Thanks, that… means a lot.” He smiles softly. ”And thanks for telling me the rest.. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”
Their eyes meet for a moment, and neither of them is sure about what to do next. They stare at each other a few seconds before either of them is able to do anything else.
Shepard is the one who manages to come back to reality first. Taking a deep breath, she stands up and smiles at him before starting to speak.
“Hmm… Enough talking, let’s go back to work, what do you think?” He nods and follows her lead, walking back to the workbench. “We should finish this.”
“Just what I was thinking.” He says smiling back. “So… Do you have anything in mind to fix another day?” She starts laughing.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing left in the whole ship. Besides, we'll be heading to the Citadel soon, I have a lot to do there.”
“What a shame.” He says smailing.
“Maybe you should take some time off once we’re there... walk around, have a drink...”
“Well... I’ll think about it.”
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This one has been the hardest to write out of all of them, but I love the finish result.
This one reflects my exact feeling about Horzon -> Hated it when I saw it the first time, but I ended up loving Kaidan even more because he stayed true to himself.
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