#end of semester photoshoot

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Sly foxes

word count; 950 – f!reader

Not usually favouring sports, you’re in the journalism club to make use of your great eye for design and writing. After watching one of your school’s volleyball team’s official games last season, you took notice of the boring brochures they handed out with the players’ information. You hadn’t yet chosen what to do for your project this semester and decided to lend your talents to making a better representation of the team’s charms and talents. What you didn’t expect to get out of the project was a date.

You received permission from their coach and captain and set up some equipment to take your photos in a room adjacent to the gym during practice. Hopefully, you can encourage them all to pose confidently. In order to not disturb their whole practice, you ask one grade to join you at a time, starting with the first-years and ending with the third-years. Good luck!

Honestly, the coach was the least of your concerns going into this project. Everyone knew that Inarizaki’s volleyball team’s biggest defence was their captain, Kita Shinsuke.

You met with him for a lunch period, giving him a detailed explanation of your project and how you would like to proceed with it. He gave you some suggestions and rules, also making sure you knew that they couldn’t spent too much time on it.

Kita really liked how detailed you were and how you clearly came prepared to meet with him. You arrived at the precise agreed time and spent even less time than he expected, despite including all the necessary details. After he gave his two cents, he happily approved the project and asked you to spend the rest of the lunch period with him. Of course, you wouldn’t say no after he so kindly approved your project, but that wasn’t your only motivation. Their captain is really quite pretty up close.

D-day arrived and you started off with the first-years just like planned. Most of them were very sweet and seemed to appreciate a bit of attention even though they weren’t starting players. The problem arose when you got to the second-years. The ones Kita warned you about, even though he didn’t have to. You definitely heard of the Miya twins before.

Starting with Atsumu. “Yer taking up my practice time, pretty. Better make it worth my time.”

“I can skip you if you want, leave you out of the brochure,” you answered, not giving him much of a reaction. He begrudgingly posed for you and tried to casually flex his muscles, definitely not giving up on his first try of charming you. Still, to no avail.

Then there was Osamu. He was nice enough, trying to ask you about food you like, to which you answered normally. It was disturbing the picture taking and you wanted to stay on schedule. Unfortunately, the food talk made his stomach growl, so he ended up blushing and giving up his attempt so he could finally finish and leave to get a snack.

After the twins, you tried your best with Suna. When walking past you, he ghosted a hand over your hip as if on accident, and leaned down so he didn’t need to speak too loud. “How do you want me?” he asked, hoping to send some chills down your spine when his deep voice hit your ear, breath curling around it. You pointed to his spot and asked him casually to look like an intimidating middle blocker. Kita gave you a rundown of the positions beforehand.

“You look a little… bored,” you said with a careful smile, hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way. Suna deadpanned and sighed, realising his flirting didn’t work on you and he just couldn’t be bothered putting in too much work. So he sharpened his eyes and got the photoshoot over with, complaining to Atsumu about how stale you were and he totally agreed.

The rest had realised by then that there was no getting to you, and they all decided the bet was off. Yes, the second-years bet on who you would be most charmed by.

That’s why you sighed with relief when you got to the third-years. Kita smiled softly and patted your shoulder, reassuring you that your process was well planned and executed, which in turn means the result will be as well.

All the pictures came out really good, though you did have a special vision for Kita’s that made them your biased favourites. He had his jacket resting over his shoulders and you and Akagi agreed he looked pretty cool. After packing up your stuff and going back into the gym, you turn to the team with Kita by your side. “Everyone, please thank y/n for the effort. I’m sure this will help us show off our best sides at nationals,” he said, looking at you while your cheeks flushed red from his compliments. The team all bowed, but the second-years looked at you and their captain with a suspicious squint.

“Thank you guys for your cooperation! And thank you, Kita, for allowing it,” you said, bowing to the captain and then the team before finally taking your leave.

“Did Kita just smile at her?” Atsumu whispered in shock.

“Did she blush? He just said thanks?” Suna whispered with disbelief.

“What just happened?” Ginjima threw in there.

Aran huffed a laugh and hit Suna hard on the back, as he stood the closest. “What, you guys don’t think our captain has game?”

Kita had already asked to take you out for tea outside of school and looked forward to your date this weekend. The second years might just have gained even more respect for their captain.

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Chapter: Prologue/Teaser

Milf!Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: Winter Break is fast approaching. With nothing else to do, you ask your best friend, Wooyoung, if you can go home with him and meet his family.

WC: 982

CW: Nothing, just the set up for what's to come

AN: AAH, my first series! I'm so excited for this one! I'm putting a lot into this, as this is an idea I've had since this photoshoot came out (Park Seonghwa, you'll be the death of me-)

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It was the end of November in your third year of college, sitting by the windows in your study hall period. You were lucky enough to get one for your first semester, so you used it to relax before your final class of the day. 

The large room was filled with light chatter of other students, collaborating or spending the period as a social hour. You kept mostly to yourself, not knowing any of the other people and not wanting to talk to them anyways. 

That was, until a familiar face stumbled through the doorway ten minutes after the bell rang. You looked up and smiled at your best friend, Wooyoung, who smiled back at you. He was about to make his way over to you when the professor cleared his throat, motioning for Wooyoung to come talk to him. Wooyoung held up a finger, as if to say “one moment” before he went to his desk. You couldn’t help but laugh softly. 

Wooyoung eventually made his way over to your table and sat next to you. “I got moved here because they realized they put me in the wrong class,” he said loudly. Wooyoung never cared about his volume, he just liked to talk. 

“And why did you stay in the wrong class for-” You counted the months since the beginning of the school year “-Four months?”

“Because I didn’t say anything.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I wanted to see how long it would take them.” 

Your eyes went wide as Wooyoung giggled at himself. Ever the brat, he was. 

“What class was it?” 

“One I took last year.” 

You choked and coughed, making Wooyoung laugh harder. His laugh was turning into his high pitched witch cackle that could’ve been trademarked as his. There was no other witch cackle like his. 

Once you recovered, you looked at him incredulously, to which he laughed silently in a wheeze, smacking his hands on the table as he leaned over it. The sound made a few people turn their heads, including the professor. 

“You sat in a class you already took for four months just to see if the professor would notice?!” You couldn’t believe what you were saying, it was so ridiculous. Then again, this is Jung Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung, through gasps and fits of laughter, tried to explain himself, but he devolved into giggles every time. And eventually, it made you start laughing too, until you both were trying to hold back from dying laughing like hyenas. 

A few of your classmates looked over in disdain, and the professor looked at you two over his glasses disapprovingly, but you two couldn’t care less. You’d really lucked out finding Wooyoung, and you didn’t want to lose him. 

You’d gotten put in one of your general classes together in your first semester of your first year. He came over, introduced himself, and the rest is history. The two of you hit it off, and you’ve been inseparable ever since. 

Wooyoung introduced you to his other friends as well, Yeosang and Jongho, and his “definitely not boyfriend” San. The four of you all got along well, you all hung out together when you could, went out, took each other to parties, your average college friend group. 

But you and Wooyoung had a special bond, and you were so grateful to have him.

You and Wooyoung were on the phone later that night, and eventually, you got on the topic of what you were doing for Winter Break which was coming up soon. 

“Are you going to your mom’s or your dad’s for break?” You asked him, laying on your bed, looking at your ceiling. The stupid little popcorns stared back. 

“My-” Wooyoung paused, as if he had to think about it. You looked at your phone and was about to ask him if he disappeared when he continued. “My dad’s.” 

“Did you not know?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I’d rather go home with my dad. He took better care of me than my mom did anyway.” 

Wooyoung had talked about his childhood sparingly, and usually didn’t talk about either of his parents. You didn’t push, in case it was a sensitive topic, and let him open up or tell you what he wanted to. Therefore, you knew virtually nothing about either of his parents or his home life. 

You hadn’t told Wooyoung much about your childhood either. You’d cut contact with both your parents after you went to college. You still talked to a few of your cousins and some of your aunts or uncles, but you didn’t want anything to do with your parents. You hadn’t gone home for any of your breaks, the most you did was hang out with some of your cousins for a few of them. 

And as all of that came back to you, you realized you dreaded the idea of spending another break alone when all your friends went back home, and you were left by yourself. Your own family was busy this year, so there was no hanging out with them either. 

So you desperately threw out an idea, hoping it would land. 

“Hey, I know this is out of nowhere, but do you think your dad would mind if I went with you?”

And at first, there was silence. It made you start rethinking, regretting such an awful decision to ask. How could you intrude on another family like that? You opened your mouth to take it back, but Wooyoung piped up. 

“I have to ask him, but I don’t think he’d be against it.” 

You sighed heavily in relief and smiled. “Thank you, thank you so much.” 

“Hey, I still have to ask.” 

“The fact that you’re asking at all means a lot, Wooyoung.” 

“Don’t mention it. It’s what family does, right?” 

Of course. Family. That felt good to hear. 

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Pomefiore Dorm Headcanons:

-Lights out at 9pm. Period.

-Like Diasomnia, which is also an on old castle, Pomefiore has many hidden nooks and shortcuts and passageways, all of which Rook discovered and committed to memory the first day he transferred. It’s also how he gets around the place so quickly and pops up most unexpectedly, still giving even older students a scare.

-Students quickly learn not to sneak junk food and other forbidden snacks and stuff into their rooms because Vil always. Finds. Out. (It’s Rook—nothing ever gets past him)

-As Epel demonstrated, a common punishment in the dorm is cleaning: washing and wiping all the windows by hand, dusting the vases, sweeping the rugs and mopping the hallways and making sure everything is absolutely spotless. Without magic (it’s to build character ofc).

-The beautiful gardens and apple orchards outside are perfect for afternoon tea. Vil has, on more than one occasion, hosted a photoshoot in the gardens.

-Said apples in the orchards are also cursed to make whoever eats them violently ill. As a result the garden remains picturesque and pretty.

-Peacocks roam freely outside. They are surprisingly aggressive to outsiders.

-Entire dorm smells like fancy flowers and floral perfume.

-While not an official club on campus, but some Pomefiore students have made their own fashion design club. They hold fashion shows, showcasing their own creations every so often and Vil always attends.

-Has a potions lab in the basement where the housewarden duel is held.

-Mandatory ballroom dancing lessons! Pomefiore has three ballrooms in total.

-There’s a big white grand piano in the lounge that no one is allowed to play.

-Decently insulated, not too hot or cold, since both are bad for your skin.

-Lot and lots of stairs! Also easy to get lost in.

-Vil (and Rook) had to teach all the first years how to put their dorm uniform on properly.

- Lots of movie nights in the lounge. If one of Vil’s movies are being played, he expects full critique (and praise) afterwards.

-Vil is more accommodating towards beastman students with wings, tails, fur, and or ears that need more specialized care or attention.

-Kitchen is stocked only with healthy snacks and artesian bottled water.

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Scarabia Dorm Headcanons:

-So. Many. Parties. Parties to kick off the start of the school year, parties at the end of the week, parties to celebrate end of the semester, parties for the sake of partying.

-Second to Octavinelle, the dorm has lots of musically inclined students. One can hear lots of musical instruments being played day and night, such as the sitar, flute, oud, tamborine, or drum.

-Merfolk students like to cool off in the oasis or the courtyard fountain. This environment isn’t exactly the best for them… good thing there aren’t alot of them in Scarabia in the first place.

-Sand everywhere!!!!!! Even with magic, sand still finds a way to slip in. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

-Occasionally there are powerful sandstorms outside.

-Even rarer is when it rains (without use of Kalim’s UM)—when it does, everyone dashes outside to dance and sing in the rain with joy (everyone minus Jamil)

-Dorm is home to Kalim’s menagerie of exotic wild animals allowed to roam freely: tigers, monkeys, camels, parrots, etc…

-They’re all tame (mostly), but you can still occasionally see Jamil and a student or two wrangling a monkey or chasing after a runaway pony.

-It’s nearly bug free for the most part (thanks Jamil!) but you can still find the lone scorpion or snake hiding in the corners.

-First thing new students are taught is to always always always double check and empty your shoes and clothes first before putting them on.

-Entire dorm smells of incense and spices and exotic perfumes. It’s very heavy on the senses.

-Very dry and hot as one would expect! Its gets chillier at night, but not by much.

-Students help out Jamil with the cooking. It’s a communal event, and recipes and stories are often swapped.

-Before Kalim, Scarabia was a pretty studious and academic dorm. Now they have a reputation as the party animals of NRC and curious students from other dorms like to sneak into their many parties or banquets. Not like Kalim minds: the more, the merrier!

-DONT TOUCH JAMIL’s SPICES!

[imsososolesbian]

Clothes change everything

Jackieshauna x Transmasc!Reader

(Transmasc Shauna)

No warnings

Summary: It was time for the end of the school year project. You weren’t ready for what it would offer out to you.

Word Count: 3613

You knew since the start of the semester that the history, fashion and photography classes at your school were going to be doing one big project. Which you were somewhat fine with. That was until you meet with the two other classes your class would be working with.

You had spotted Nat and Tai first. You walked over to them but then you noticed Van was behind Tai, his arms wrapped around her waist, and he was talking to Nat. 

You curse in your  head and turn to look around, before Van calls out to you, “Go work with Shauna and Jackie,” a huge smirk on his face was what greeted you when you had turned around to look at him. 

Van had known for a while that you had a crush on both of them. You told him a few weeks back when you had watched his soccer practice because you needed a ride, like you usually did. You had let it slip after gushing about how good the two were at the game.

You looked around once more seeing that there were indeed now only two people left, Jackie and Shauna. You could really not catch a break. Especially as you walked over because Shauna looked you in the eyes and you almost tripped over your own shoes.

“Hey, I’m Van’s friend.” You said and both of them nodded their heads.

“Yeah, we’ve seen you around. You watch practice all the time. And your eyes always seem to be on Jackie,” Shauna wraps his arm around Jackie’s shoulder as he speaks, his eyes bearing into yours, and all you can do is blush.

“No, I think it’s you, Shipman.” Jackie jokes, leaning into Shauna, her head resting on his shoulder as Jackie eyes you up and down.

Before you could even speak, the teachers started to explain what you were doing. The person in the history class would have to do research on a time period, the fashion person would have to make three outfits and you would have to document with your camera, and at the end do a photoshoot.

The three of you agreed to meet Friday night. You’d watch their practice and then Shauna would drive you all to Jackie’s.

After practice that day, Shauna and Jackie were walking to Shauna’s car, hand in hand. “She was pretty cute, yeah?”

“She was,” Shauna nodded, “You thinking what I am?” Shauna asked looking over to Jackie as he opened the trunk of his car, and tossed in his and Jackie’s soccer bags as well as their backpacks. 

Shauna stayed over at Jackie’s that night, the two huddled together as Shauna got a head start on his research. 

The two had showered and ate, before making their ways up to Jackie’s room. The two sat on Jackie’s bed, Jackie laying her head on Shauna’s lap as Shauna typed away on his laptop. Jackie’s head on one of his thighs as his laptop laid on his other. Shauna occasionally leaned down and kissed Jackie’s face.

Times like this was the only time that Jackie wouldn’t talk. Jackie liked looking at Shauna as he did work. It was calming. Shauna couldn’t even count on his hands the number of times Jackie had fallen asleep on his lap as he worked. 

Friday had come sooner than you thought it would. You found yourself following Van out of class and out into the hallway. The two of you had lockers close to each other so you were tasked with coming with him and holding onto his backpack as he went to practice. You knew he did it to just get on your nerves, because every other time he would leave it in the locker room. You also knew that he kept all sorts of different snacks in his bag. 

You walked him to the locker room, and then made your way out to the bleachers and took a seat. You sat on the bottom steps, and pulled open Van’s bag, reaching in and rummaging around before your hand stopped on something and you pulled out a bag of gummy bears, and read the package, score it was those fancy vegan ones, you weren’t vegan but you would never pass them up. You tore it open and tossed a few into your mouth as you waited for the practice to start.

Soon enough people were out on the field and you pushed the bag back into Van’s backpack. You watched the practice unfold, only going on your phone a few times. You even almost got hit in the head by the ball, but it stopped a few feet away as it dropped to the ground. 

Soon enough you had a sweaty Van running over to you once changed and grabbed his bag. “Did you eat my gummies?” he asked as he took the bag from your hands. You shake your head.

“No, a squirrel got into them. Sorry Van. Gotta go. Have fun with your lover and Nat!” you say as you pick up your bag and start to walk over to where Jackie and Shauna were waiting for you. Jackie was pressed into Shauna’s side again, Shauna’s arm around Jackie’s shoulder. 

“Let’s go, this one needs a shower,” Jackie pushes away from Shauna, a teasing look on her face as she then grabs onto you. Her hand wrapping around your forearm and pulling you closer to her. You look between Jackie and Shauna, you were surprised that all Shauna did was shake his head and run a hand through his hair as he watched his girlfriend. 

Jackie pulled you along as the three of you walked towards Shauna’s car. Jackie kept a tight hold on you as Shauna trailed behind the both of you, holding both his and Jackie’s bag. You couldn’t help but be happy in the moment. You liked the feeling of Jackie’s hand on your arm. You could feel Shauna eyes on the both of you. It was nice.

Shauna had loaded your bags into the trunk of his car, a soft look on his face as he listened to Jackie talk your ear off about what had happened at the practice you had just witnessed. You let her, it was obvious she loved the sport and you thought it was cool how much she could talk about the subject. 

“Jax, shotgun or backseat?” Shauna had asked as he pulled the passenger seat down and forward so you could get into the back. Jackie quickly got in after you, a huge smile on her face.

“I’ll sit back here with this one. Which means I guess we can listen to just your music,” Jackie rolled her eyes as she pulled her seatbelt on, and rested her head onto your shoulder. You have never met someone who could be this touchy with someone they hardly knew. But you had worked on the project during school hours the past couple of days so you guessed it was normal. 

Shauna started the car and turned the radio on, he made sure his mirrors were sitting right before he pulled his car into drive and started on the way to Jackie’s. You knew it wasn’t a long ride, yet Jackie was still able to fall asleep on the way there. 

“You think you can carry her? She had a rough day, I don’t want to wake her up. And she only lets specific people touch her bag,” Shauna says as he looks through the rearview mirror, a fond look on his face. 

You nod, you may look like a nerd but you actually had a lot of upper body strength. So when the three of you finally made it to Jackies you carefully climbed over her body to get out of the back seat, from the passenger side. You unbuckled her, and gently brought her into your arms. You held her body bridal style as you walked over to Shauna who was gathering the bags from the back of the trunk.

Shauna shut his trunk as softly as he could and opened the smallest pocket on Jackie’s bag fishing out a key, “Come on,” Shauna mumbles as he walks past you, going towards the front door. 

Shauna had pushed open the door, and put your bags down, before he kicked his shoes off and turned to start taking off Jackies, “Her mom isn’t a fan of shoes in the house,” Shauna explained. You nodded and quickly took your shoes off. You weren’t one who liked to anger others. 

Shauna grabbed his laptop out of his backpack, and you asked him to get your camera which he did. You follow him up to Jackie’s room where he tells you to stay put before he wakes her up. Jackie almost falls out of your arms when Shauna gently shakes her shoulder.

Shauna guides Jackie out of the bedroom once she is on the ground. He told you the two of them were going to take a shower, and so you waited in the silence as the two took an hour to shower. When they came back in, Jackie laid down on her bed in a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt, where she fell asleep once more. Shauna walked over to Jackie’s desk where he got to work on his laptop top. You walked over to Shauna, and picked up your camera. 

You quickly snap a picture to make sure it’s working well before deleting it. You and Shauna let Jackie rest, as the two of you speak quietly. You snap pictures as Shauna starts to type out the good copy of the history report part of the project. He added in photos when needed and little diagrams. He was a happy person in private, compared to what you usually saw of him in the hallways or when he was out on the field. 

Two hours later Jackie woke up and she rubbed her eyes. Sitting up she looked over seeing the two of you talk as Shauna put the finishing touches on his information. She got up out of bed and walked over to the desk, wrapping her arms around Shauna’s waist, and burying her head into his shoulder. 

Shauna laughed and closed his laptop finally, “She has awakened!”

You tap your fingers off of the desk, “Perfect timing. Shauna said you can start on the sketches now.”

Jackie smiles and pulls away from Shauna and opens a drawer, a few pencils and a sketchbook lay inside. She picks out a green, pink and purple pencil. She moves back over to her bed, and looks up at Shauna, “Laptop?” she asked as she opened her book to a new page. 

Shauna opens his laptop and brings it over to Jackie. He points out what type of outfits would be best, seeing as they had the most information on those ones. He kissed her head before going back to sitting next to you. 

“Can I have a mens outfit?” you speak up, picking at your fingernails. You weren’t out at school, no one other than Van knew you were a transmasc lesbian. You really didn’t want to wear a dress that was typical of the time period your group had picked. 

Jackie looked up from her book, “I suppose so. We’d need to find you a binder. Shauna, where did you buy yours?” 

“On a website, I could show you some options?” Shauna looked over to you, a smile on his face.

You nod your head, and watch as Shauna pulls out his phone. He opens up google and looks up a website. He passes his phone to you, “This is the type I have. It’s full length. It’s very comfortable for me, but there are many other types you could get. Also colours,”

You scroll through the options. You land on one you liked. It would only cover your chest, and it was also your favourite colour which you found very cool. You look up from Shauna’s phone, “I found one,” you say into the quiet of the room.

“Shauna, babe, grab my debit card please?” Jackie asked from her bed, not even looking up from her sketchbook. Shauna got up, and moved towards Jackie’s door where her purse was and pulled out her wallet. He opened the clasp on her wallet and took out her card, and put the wallet back.

Shauna walked over to you and took his phone back, and handed it off to Jackie who put her sketchbook to the side and started to order the binder for you, “You don’t have to buy that for me. I can buy it myself,” you try but get shushed by Jackie. 

“It’s a thank you for letting me sleep on your shoulder on the drive here,” Jackie looked up from the phone with a stern look on her face, “Let me treat you to something.” 

You nod your head, and go back to your camera. You bring it up to your face and take a picture of Jackie and Shauna looking at Shauna’s phone. You smile at the picture, Shauna was leaning over Jackie’s shoulder as Jackie typed on the phone. 

Jackie hands Shauna his phone when she is done and goes back to drawing. You get up and take a picture of Shauna’s computer screen where his completed project was shown. You take a picture of it, making sure the lighting was right so the words on the screen could actually be readen. 

Then you pointed the camera down at Jackie's sketchbook. She was working on a dress right now. “What’s that type called?” you put your camera down onto Jackie’s bed as you watch her draw, you were memorised by the skilled and easied of way that her hand gladied over the paper. 

“It’s called a wrap dress. It was evening and day wear back in the 70s,” Jackie said, she didn’t look up from her work. She did have a smile on her face though as she replied to your question. “I think I’m going to put you in a more punk style. That was big, and Shauna is going to get a turtleneck and a pair of flared tight pants,” she explains, looking up quickly from her book to look at yours and Shauna’s faces to see if it was going to go over well.

You nod your head, “Awesome. I hate turtlenecks. Make me itchy,” you pick your camera up and walk around her room again. 

“Oh yeah. Forgot to ask,” Shauna speaks up as he watches you walk around and look at Jackie’s room. “Are you transgender?”

You shake your head, “Transmasc… Transmasc lesbian. Like uh… like you Shauna. He/him pronouns and all,” you reply, your eyes wouldn’t meet Shauna’s as you spoke. 

“Jackie must really have a type then,” Shauna laughs before his face is met with a pillow. Shauna picks up the dropped pillow and tosses back towards Jackie’s bed. “That wasn’t very nice of you Jax.”

“I’m sorry I have a thing for cute nerdy quiet transmasc lesbians… You are the reason it started Shauna,” Jackie mutters, her eyes drifting from her book to look at Shauna with a glare, that turned into a soft fond look as she took in the smirking face of her boyfriend. 

You look between the two stunned. “What?” you ask, looking at Jackie and then at Shauna.

“You’re cute. That’s what it is,” Shauna tells you, a smile on his face. 

“Oh uh, I- Thanks?” You say, you smile before looking away from the two of them. You start to mess around with your camera, not looking at either, but you could hear soft giggles coming from Shauna as he watched you. 

The night was one to remember. You had been driven crazy by the two the whole night once Jackie had finished her designs. The three of you had supper together well you watched reruns of Modern Family. You had been squeezed in between the two. Jackie was settled into your side, her head on your shoulder and you had your arm around her. Shauna had a hand on your knee and you felt comfortable in life for once, it was the best day you could think of having in forever.

Shauna drove you home that night. His hand once more on your knee as you told him directions to your house. There was light music in the background, and he would squeeze your knee at random times. When he made it to your house he got out, and closed his car door before walking around to the passenger side and opening the door for you. He walked with you to your front door and before he let you go in he spoke up.

“Jackie told me to give you something. So if I may? Would you like to kiss?” He asks, his hands were behind his back and he had a soft and sweet smile on his as he looked at you. You nodded and watched as he moved in and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before he turned, “See you at school on Monday, Jackie and I don’t have a game or practice so we are all yours for the project and all you know?” 

That night you fall asleep to the thought of Shauna and Jackie. You don’t think it was just a silly little crush anymore. It was something far bigger now. It was going to have to be dealt with sooner or later. And you wished it was later rather than sooner this time. 

Monday and all other days after that were in a blur. Jackie did her dress first so she could get using a mannequin out of the way. She hated using those, she liked using human models. It was much easier. Her dress was beautiful, it was pink and had puffy like long sleeves. 

The first time she showed you and Shauna the dress on her, the two of you were speechless. You and Shauna had gotten up and Shauna had kissed her, and then she turned to you, one eyebrow raised and you looked between the couple before you let yourself press a kiss to Jackie’s lips. When you had pulled back, you felt Shauna wrap his arms around you and he planted a kiss on your cheek. 

Next was Shauna. He looked amazing in the turtleneck and he rocked the flared pants. You thought he looked so handsome and the two of you shared your first real kiss that night. You felt like you were living a dream. You had kissed the two hottest people ever in the same month. 

Your outfit was the hardest to make. Jackie took two weeks on just the leather jacket. She outfitted it with pins and the like. It was the coolest thing you had ever worn in your life. The tight black pants were easier on her. She had ripped parts of the pants before she let you try the whole outfit on. You were so thankful you had a pair of Doc Martens before this project and you didn’t have to spend any money on it. 

You had walked out of Jackie’s bathroom, your binder had come in and you had put it on under a plain white t-shirt, and your tight fitting pants. You put your leather jacket on after you left the bathroom. The two had cheered for you. They said you looked hot but most importantly was that you looked wickedly handsome. 

The three of you had gone to a park. Jackie had done yours and Shauna’s hair before you left. The three of you looked amazing. You had taken photos throughout the project and now it was time for the final pictures. 

You took separate pictures of all three of you. Then in pairs and finally in a trio. You made sure to even get photos for yourself, like Shauna and Jackie kissing and then you and Jackie and you and Shauna. It was a proud moment for you. You, your girlfriend and your boyfriend had an amazing day going around the park and around town dressed in your 1970 clothes.

Years later one the walls of your house hung those pictures of kissing. You sat on the couch, a bracelet of brown, pink and black wrapped around your wrists. It had been years since that project, so much so that Jackie had made the old clothes into bracelets. 

Jackie was a famous fashion designer, Shauna was a professor of history, and you and Van had started a photography company together. 

The three of you lived a happy life. You never could never have wished for a better wife or husband. Jackie would even flaunt you and Shauna off as her handsome arm candy of husbands at fashion shows when the two of you would join her. You would both be in suits, one with a tie matching the colour of Jackie’s outfit and the other with a button up of the same colour as the tie. 

You and Shauna had top surgery years ago, and right after you two were healed Jackie had Van take pictures of the three of you in those outfits, with some adjustments now, and those to hang on your walls. 

Your life was perfect now. Nothing ever could sour your mood. You had no worries left. It was just the three of you. That project changed your life for the better, and you never forgot it. It always came to your mind when your partners weren’t with you. It was one of your fondest memories ever.

[saninthebuilding]

"it's your golden hour"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: being in a relationship with an idol can be a bit busy, especially when it's one of the members of bts. however, despite all taehyung's idol activities, you're there to show him- both to his face and behind his back -just how much you love him, even when he doubts his worth.

❤️‍🩹 word count: 2.8k (edited!)

❤️‍🩹 genre: idol!taehyung au, art major!reader au, university student!reader au, fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: self-doubt, crying, mentions of sleep, taehyung is unsure of reader's love for him, reader is completely in love with taehyung, they're really soft, fluffy-haired taehyung (because i consider this a warning, he's so fine-)

❤️‍🩹 a/n: changing up my theme! to be honest i like this a lot more, it's so organized and clear, but anyways. i really liked how this turned out, even though i had a completely different idea when i started this, but i've been so in love with taehyung's hair in his recent lives and i just had to write something for him because he's been bias-wrecking me really hard lately. i hope you enjoy!

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leaning back into the couch, i stretch my arms high above my head, basking in the evening sun currently streaming through the large french windows in the living room.

taehyung lay sprawled out beside me, head in my lap and feet hanging off the side of the sofa as he taps away at his phone, playing some game he'd downloaded recently.

he cheers, pumping his fist into the air as a celebratory tune rings out from his phone, and i shake my head, smiling down at him as i brush his hair out of his eyes. he looks up at me, excited, before turning back to his screen.

it was a lazy sunday for taehyung and i, the two of us having cleared up our weekend to make time for each other. although he was currently on break from his idol activities to work on his solo career, he was still busy. having secured several deals, he was bomboarded with photoshoots and modelling by major companies like celine and elle korea- just to name a few.

however, my schedule wasn't any better. as a current art major in my fourth year of university, culminating week was just around the corner as my last semester rounded to a close. it was a stressful time, but i was lucky enough to have submitted my portfolio assignment early, so i had the rest of the week free before my final evaluation.

sighing, i look down, staring at taehyung playing his game. he seemed so focused, the reflection of the colourful lights from his screen painting his determined expression in hues of reds and blues.

looking at the time, i see the clock on the opposing wall reads 6:13 pm.

i pouted, glaring at his phone that had held his undivided attention for the past hour. i had thought he would put it away after a while, but it seemed like he had been waiting all week to try the app out, so i'd taken the opportunity to just enjoy his company.

still, i did miss actually interacting with him.

we'd barely gotten free time until now, and until his final photoshoots finished and my semester ended it was unlikely we'd get to spend some proper time together like this again.

not gonna lie, i feel like i'm third-wheeling here.

"taehyung, why won't you hang out with me?" i whined, taking him by surprise as i drum my hands on his chest. he lets out a startled yelp, quickly pressing something on his phone before looking up at me.

"yah, i almost lost!" he protests, looking at me in absolute horror- "you can't scare me like that!"

"yea, well maybe you should lose" i say, cheeks puffing up as i spoke. "all you've been doing is playing that game for the past hour. it's like i freed the weekend up just to watch you-"

realizing this wasn't what i had intended to say, i backtracked, waving my hands around frantically in panic, "which i love, don't get me wrong! uh- watching you, i mean. but, i just..."

i trail off, hands coming up to cover my face in embarrassment, before i peek down through my fingers. taehyung is gazing up at me, a soft look on his face, phone forgotten on his stomach.

i sigh, taking his silence as an encouragement to keep going.

"i've just missed you so much" i mumble, turning away from him to look out the window. the sun was setting lower now, rays turning golden as they hit the glass and splintered in the air.

it was magical.

"this is the only weekend we both have off until all our work is finished, and that isn't for another week or so. and i've barely seen at all except for when i'm leaving early morning for a class and you're there to drive me, or when you come drained after a day of work and slip into bed next to me, so it's a little..."

i pause, confused as i see taehyung's mouth falls open in shock. but before i can ask him what's wrong, he quickly sits up, shifting the two of us on the couch so we're facing each other.

"shit, do i wake you up every night?" he asks as his hands glide up and down my sides in what seems to be apology, "i swear i try to be quiet-"

i laugh, realizing he thinks he disturbs my sleep, before shaking my head, "no, no, don't worry. you don't wake me up." i let my hands rest on his knees, tracing small patterns with my fingers to calm him down.

"but then how do you-" he stops talking, confused, "it's always really late when i get home. and you're always asleep when i lie down..."

"well, no, not really. i just..." i feel heat start to creep into my ears, and i look down, focusing on the soft white material of his t-shirt.

"i wait for you. i know how tired you are when you get home, you barely even wash up or change before coming to bed. so i just, you know..."

i don't see it, but taehyung's eyes go wide, as if something clicked in his head. "that's why my clothes are always changed, and why my face and hair aren't full of all the products the staff use when i wake up."

suddenly taehyung tilts his head down, and as he looks at me, i see his expression has turned gentle, loving, adoring, as though i were the most precious thing in the world. his hands have stopped on my waist, and when he speaks his voice is heavy with emotion.

"no wonder on some nights i'd feel you moving around. and others i'd wake up with memories of hands cupping my face, guiding a glass of water to my lips, brushing the hair out of my eyes. you take care of me every night after i fall asleep, don't you?"

i bite my bottom lip, feeling a little embarrassed, but i nod anyway.

it was true. each night i'd wait for taehyung to get home, and after he had knocked himself out among the sheets, i would get up and start with his clothes. sometimes he'd wake up halfway, helping me swap his dress pants for a pair of soft pajama bottoms. other times i'd gently peel off his leather jacket or button-up while he slept, leaving him more comfortable in a t-shirt.

next i'd wet a towel with warm water and wipe the beauty products off his face (even though he doesn't need any). but it was never too much since the stylists try their best to use as little as possible when shooting, so it was always the easiest thing to do.

then i'd get another wet towel and start on his hair, working out the gel and hair spray that was occasionally still there on days where taehyung didn't have the energy to wash it out before coming home.

and if i was lucky, he would sometimes wake up just as i was getting back into bed, drunk on sleep and exhaustion, and i'd use the opportunity to coax a glass of water into his hands, encouraging him to finish it.

it was nights like these i cherished most, the stolen moments i was sometimes blessed with when i helped him drink some water and he would mumble how his day had been, eyes bleary and hands reaching for my warmth. the days where he trusted me enough to let me take care of him, even in his most vulnerable state, before pulling me into his chest and falling back to sleep with me in his arms.

and as i felt his fingers under my chin, guiding my head to meet his gaze, i stared into his soft, brown eyes, taking in the way the sun hit his tan skin just right, bathing him in a golden glow so breathtaking that he looked unreal, seeing the way his eyes shined and his face was so full of love, for me, all for me, and i realize that, no, those moments were not what i cherished most.

it was him that i cherished most.

"y/n?" taehyung breathes, and as i saw his eyes begin to turn wet, i understood that he felt the same way.

even though we barely got any time together, even though we barely saw each other, even though our lives were so busy, at the end of the day these things would never change the way we felt for each other.

because i loved him, and he loved me, and regardless of all our photoshoots and assignments and mismatched schedules, that love was never going anywhere.

it would never waver, because the bond the two of us had created over the years was deeper than scenic dates and bouqets of flowers and fancy gifts.

it was trust and comfort and support and understanding- but above all else, it was unconditional love.

and that is the kind that lasts forever.

"yes?" i whisper, and my voice comes out breathless, dazed, as i am completely transfixed by the man before me.

"don't i burden you? don't you think i rely on you this much, even unknowingly? doesn't it bother you that i'm barely around, showing up late at night only to fall straight asleep and wake up early only to leave you again?"

my lips part as a gasp comes out of my mouth, his unexpectedly serious words spearing my chest- "of course not taehyung, how could you say that?"

he shakes his head, teeth nipping at the corner of his mouth. "i mean, i know i'm an idol, and that this relationship is probably already something that puts strain on your shoulders due to the possibility of fans finding you and harming you. but i'm also your boyfriend. and boyfriends are supposed to be here, supposed to be present, supposed to show you how much you mean to them."

taehyung leans closer, tentative, wary, almost scared as he reaches out to me, only to pull his hand away. he swallows hard, before looking up to meet my gaze, eyes glistening.

"don't you get tired of being with me?"

my heart drops at his words, at how ashamed and anxious he sounds. he clenches his jaw, a nervous habit of his, and i let my eyes linger on the movement, watching how the veins in his neck make a quick appearance. i see the muscles in his arms flex as he lifts his hand to my face again, seeming unsure. i admire the ethereal glow the sun casts upon his skin as he raises my head to his. the mole on his lower lip, on his nose, on his cheek. the way he pulls the skin of his bottom lip between his teeth, sinking them into the soft flesh before letting go. the way the salt water in his eyes threatens to spill over his lashline.

i lift my hands up to his cheeks just as he rests his own on mine, gently brushing my thumbs over his eyes, preventing the tears from finding their way down his face.

he opens his mouth to continue, but i'm faster, the words tumbling out of me before i can stop myself.

"i love you so much taehyung" i breathe, voice catching in my throat as i feel my own eyes starting to sting. "so, so, so much- more than you can ever know. but you have to know. you need to know. i need you to know."

taehyung lets out a shaky breath, something halfway between a hiccup and a sob, and i move closer, climbing into his lap.

"we're both busy, and that's unavoidable. you have your life and i have mine, and even though we are so closely part of each others' lives, there are some things i cannot be included in, just as there are some things you cannot be included in."

his hands have come to rest on my hips, and letting one hand rest on his cheek, i maintain eye contact as i carefully run the other under his eye. over his cheekbone. his cheek. along his jawline. down his neck. he swallows under my touch, and i feel his adam's apple bob beneath my fingers. his eyes stay on mine, and when my hand reaches his chest, i flatten my palm directly over his heart, feeling his heartbeat thumping against my skin.

"but even though i may not be everywhere with you physically, i will always be in here."

i gaze at him, feeling my own heart beginning to speed up as i feel his fingers creep under my shirt, tracing circles with his thumbs on the skin of my waist.

"it doesn't matter how much time we spend together, it doesn't matter how much time we don't spend together. i need you to know that my love for you is not going anywhere."

my voice cracks a bit, a tear escaping down my cheek, and this causes taehyung to sniffle, eyes watering again.

"it doesn't matter how late you come home, it doesn't matter how early you have to leave. i will be there" i say, pressing my hand into his chest, "both in here..." i take my hand away from his face and gently grip his wrist, before placing his hand on my cheek, "and out here."

he bites his lip, visibly struggling to keep his tears at bay as he lets out a shuddering breath. he's clutching my sides now, as though trying to ground himself, to control the sobs threatening to take over.

"i will always be there to wipe your face down when you're too tired, to make sure you eat or drink something after a long day, to tuck you into bed so you can get a good night's sleep- to do whatever it is you want me to do for you."

i let go of his hand, reaching over to cup his face again, before pressing my lips to his forehead. and it is this action that seems to be too much for him, that breaks the dam he was so desperately trying to maintain, and he lets out a sob, arms wrapping around my body as he pulls me close, burying his face into my shoulder.

"because i love you, taehyung" i choke out, my own tears spilling down my cheeks upon hearing him break in my arms, "and i will always love you. so don't you ever doubt that."

he's crying in earnest now, his hands fisting the cloth of my shirt as his body shakes from the force of his tears. he inhales shakily, before forcing himself to say something.

"y/n" taehyung sputters, and i'm instantly hugging him closer as my own tears fall, rubbing his back and planting soft kisses into his fluffy hair.

"i'm right here, taehyung. i'm not going anywhere, i promise," i whisper into his ear, gently rocking us side to side. "it's okay, you're okay. we're okay."

i let him cry for a while longer, holding him up even as his body gives out under the weight of his tears. i feel him pulling away, and as i wipe my tears away to glance at him, his hands are suddenly cupping my cheeks, looking me straight in the eyes before he presses his lips to mine.

the tears streaming down his face mix with my own on our lips, the salt water a stark contrast to the sweetness of the kiss. he goes slow, as though trying to engrain the moment into his heart, into his mind, convincing himself that i did actually, truly love him despite the burden he considered himself to be.

i tangle my fingers into his hair, and as i marvel at the softeness of his brown locks under my hands, i pull him closer, wanting him to feel all the affection and adoration and sheer love i had for him.

taehyung leans back after a bit, panting softly, his glossy eyes blown wide as he studies my face. he lifts a hand to caress my cheek, absentmindedly brushing at the wetness on my skin before pressing his forehead to mine.

"i love you" he whispers, "i love you so much, y/n, and i can't tell you how grateful and lucky i feel just to be able to call you mine."

he pulls away, grabbing my hand and slips his fingers between my own, before lifting our intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time.

despite my current drowsiness due to all the tears i just cried, i let out a surprised giggle. taehyung's gaze is gentle as he watches me, wiping the tears from my face, and i lean into his touch before throwing myself into his arms. he catches me easily, arms supporting my weight as i kiss his cheek, smiling softly.

"i love you taehyung."

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is attached to her Mina unnie

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming back strong lol! Sry for taking so long to post but finally the semester ended :D I hope that my dear friend i__love__ramen that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Also I was wondering if you could do one where we are like specifically attached to one member or like different versions of it, whatever member you want but like we're super clingy and baby with them. I don't think even have a bias I just love them so much, but let's go with hmmm Mina that cutie ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N gazed at the bustling scene before her. It was a whirlwind of activity as the members of TWICE prepared for their latest comeback. As the youngest member of the group, she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Y/N had always admired her fellow members, but there was one person who held a special place in her heart, her fabulous Mina unnie. Mina was the embodiment of grace and elegance. From her enchanting smile to her fluid dance moves, she captivated the maknae from the moment they first met. The girl saw Mina as the older sister she never had, and she cherished every moment spent with her, a voice always laced with eagerness to be a reliable person for Mina.

Y/N - Mina unnie, can I help you with anything?

Mina turned towards her, her eyes sparkling with affection. 

Mina - Of course, sugar! I would love your help.

A broad grin spread across TWICE's honey's face as she followed Mina to the practice room. The two of them spent hours perfecting their choreography, with Mina patiently guiding the youngest through each step. Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of pride whenever Mina praised her progress. As the days went by, the kid's attachment to Mina grew stronger. She would cling to Mina's side like a koala, always seeking her comforting presence. Whether it was during rehearsals, photoshoots, or even meals, Mina's lovebug, as the members started calling Y/N, would find a way to be close to Mina. Mina found her sunshine's clinginess endearing. She had always wanted to be an older sister, and Y/N's adoration filled a void she never knew existed. Mina reciprocated the girl's affection, always making sure to give her the attention she craved. However, there were moments when Mina had to attend to other responsibilities. The maknae would pout and sulk whenever Mina had to leave her side. She would whine to the other members about how much she missed Mina, earning amused smiles and gentle teasing such as ruffling her hair.

Jihyo - Sweetie, you're so cute, you really do act like Mina's little sister.

Y/N would blush, but deep down, she loved being called Mina's little sister. It made her feel special like she had found a place where she truly belonged. One evening, as the members gathered in their dorm, the maknae's eyes widened with excitement when she spotted Mina entering the room. She immediately jumped up from her seat and rushed towards her, arms outstretched to wrap her favourite unnie in a tight hug.

Y/N - Mina unnie! You're back! 

Mina chuckled, her arms encircling Y/N. 

Mina - I missed you too, darling. How was your day?

Y/N launched into a detailed ramble of her day, sharing every little detail with Mina. The other members watched with amusement, enjoying the bond between the two. As the night wore on, Y/N's eyelids grew heavy. Mina noticed her struggling to keep her eyes open and gently brushed her fingers through her sugar's hair while whispering.

Mina - Why don't you go to bed, honeybee? I'll be here when you wake up. 

Y/N yawned, her eyelids growing heavy as she bid Mina goodnight. However, as Mina turned to leave, a playful thought entered the girl's mind. She didn't want to be apart from her beloved unnie just yet, so with a voice tinged with sleepiness she called for her.

Y/N - Wait, Mina unnie...

Mina turned around, a curious smile playing on her lips. 

Mina - What is it, love?

Y/N hesitated for a moment before speaking up. 

Y/N - Um... Can I... sleep with you tonight?

Mina's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. She understood Y/N's attachment and knew how much she craved her presence. So she replied softly, extending her hand towards the youngest member.

Mina - Of course, bae. Come with me.

Y/N's face lit up, and she eagerly took Mina's hand. They made their way to Mina's room, their footsteps silent in the quiet dorm. As they entered, Y/N's heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Mina settled onto her bed, propping herself up with pillows against the headboard. Y/N climbed onto the bed beside her, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. With a contented sigh, she snuggled closer to Mina's side. Mina's arms instinctively wrapped around her babygirl, creating a warm and comforting cocoon. The youngest rested her head on Mina's chest, her eyes closing as she listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. But before she could fall asleep she mumbled drowsily, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N - I love you, Onee-chan. 

Mina's heart swelled with emotion as she heard Y/N's words. She gently ran her fingers through her kiddo's hair, a soft smile on her lips while she replied, her voice filled with tenderness for the girl in her arms.

Mina - I love you too, sweet girl. 

Y/N's grip tightened around Mina as if she never wanted to let go. At that moment, she felt safe and loved, wrapped in the warmth of Mina's embrace. Her eyelids grew heavier, and sleep finally claimed her. The night passed peacefully, with TWICE's baby sleeping soundly against Mina's chest. Mina stayed awake a little longer, cherishing the precious bond they shared. She brushed her lips against her sister's forehead and whispered before giving her a kiss there.

Mina - Sweet dreams, my dear dongsang.

As the sun began to rise, Y/N stirred from her slumber. She blinked her eyes open and found herself still nestled against Mina. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she remembered the events of the previous night, but her voice as she spoke betrayed her and showed how she felt, a clear mix of embarrassment and happiness.

Y/N - Mina unnie, did I really fall asleep on you? 

Mina chuckled softly while nodding.

Mina - Yes, you did. But it's okay, baby. I loved having you close.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't contain her joy. She hugged Mina tightly, her heart overflowing with love as she answered. 

Y/N - Thank you, Onee-chan. I love you so much.

Mina returned the embrace, her arms encircling Y/N protectively.

Mina - I love you too. You will always be the little sister I've never had, hon.

In the world of TWICE, their sisterly love continued to shine, a show of warmth and affection amidst the mess of their idol lives. From that night forward, Mina's lovebug and said girl's late-night cuddles became a cherished ritual, a comforting embrace that symbolized their unbreakable bond. Through the highs and lows, Y/N always found solace in Mina's presence, and Mina found joy in being the older sister the maknae had always longed for. As time passed, the youngest blossomed into a confident and talented young woman, all while carrying the love and support of her TWICE sisters. And in her heart, she knew that Mina would forever be her guiding light and beloved onee-chan. And that made the unnies that we're seeing all these changes, especially Mina, have only one thought: 

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[unmotivated-student]

Just a little au where Baghera is studying to be a fashion designer and for her final project she has to organize a fashion show in which she would have to present a line of clothing for men and one for women.

She needed three male models and three female models, so her first option was to ask her friends.

BadBoyHalo was her classmate and he had his own show to worry about, Forever was going to model for Bad along with Pac and Fit [This slowburn started burning a while ago but it's going very slow so Bad and Forever wanted to give them an excuse to spend more time together and make it progress faster], Mike was going to be in charge of helping with the stage and decorations and Felps was traveling so she couldn't ask any of them.

She asked her roommates Etoiles and Charlie and while Charlie said he would gladly accept, Etoiles said no, but not because he didn't want to help but because that really wasn't his thing, he didn't think he could do a good job as a model and he didn't want to ruin the final project of one of his best friends but promised to help her with anything else, like finding cool locations for the show and photoshoots and help her get money to finance everything since he was more of the adventurous type who can't sit still.

Then she asked Cellbit, he hesitated at first but accepted just because he wanted to help Baghera, Cellbit also convinced his sister/twin Bagi to help.

Etoiles asked his friends [Foolish, Tina and Roier] if any of them would like to be a model for a day.

Foolish couldn't because he had a lot of projects to finish before the end of the semester, Tina said she wasn't sure because she was almost in the same situation as Foolish [although she was tempted by the idea so she wanted to think about it] but Roier said he would like to try it.

Roier and Cellbit meet when Baghera calls all her models to take measurements to make the clothes.

Cellbit was charmed by Roier's playful and flirtatious personality while Roier enjoyed teasing Cellbit, Roier thought it was cute how Cellbit let go of his mysterious and serious side every time he got nervous by his flirting or felt more comfortable with whoever he was talking to.

Roier also liked to listen to Cellbit talk about riddles, mystery and horror novels although he knew he wouldn't care much about those topics.

Tina accompanied Roier only to talk to Baghera to tell her that she could be a model but probably couldn't go to all the rehearsals and dress fittings.

But that's when she met Bagi, they were both attracted to each other since their first conversation and from then on they took advantage of any excuse to spend time together [Bagi offers to help her with her projects and Tina agrees to be a full time model for Baghera for example].

The last female model would be Jaiden who is convinced by her roomate Roier to do it, being the last member of my platonic quartet [Jaiden, Baghera, Foolish and Etoiles] who, among other things, helped each other, talked and gossiped about life, the relationships that were forming around them and debated if they could do something to make them progress 👍

It might also be fun to add that Charlie and elMariana meet at one of the show's rehearsals because Mariana was there to tease Roier but got distracted by Charlie.

idk

[meraki-yao]

Mini Vent because my brain decided to say "fuck you"

No more classes, no more homework, no more projects and assignments, no more deadline that will feel like a life or death.

I can finally slow down for a couple of months.

Slowing down means I can talk to you guys, write the rwrb essays and fics that have been gather dust in my draft box

Slowing down means I can do the stuff I like again: drawing, reading, crafting, creating my art

Slowing down means getting to try new things: sign up for volunteer work, maybe do some voice-acting/singing project that have been on my time, translate a couple of my older fics into Chinese, do a photoshoot for my 20th birthday. Thinking about re-modelling my room, something I've never done, and we moved here in 2010.

.......

Slowing down means worrying about the future. About next semester. About the coming months.

Slowing down means Mom asking me what my plans for the summer is two days into the break and Dad asking if the course list for next semester is out.

Slowing down means doom scrolling and then hating myself for wasting all that time.

Slowing down means setting goals for myself, but also not accomplishing them because I suddenly for whatever damn reason loose all motivation and doom scroll, and then before I know it the sun has set

Slowing down means feeling like I should be doing something more

Slowing down means scrolling through instagram and seeing all my secondary classmates go abroad for vacation, go to work, get scholarships, join programmes.

Slowing down means wanting to ask my friends out, then seeing them on dates with their partners and suddenly feeling lonely and inadequate.

Slowing down means seeing my childhood friends travel Europe.

Slowing down means seeing the girl I used to take ballet classes with perform with HK ballet.

Slowing down means waiting for my best friends to reply to the message I sent her a month ago, even though I can see her liking my Instagram stories.

Slowing down means stalking my childhood crush who turned out to be a massive bully who humiliated me in front of the whole grade after primary graduation, who fucked with my head so badly that I said "fuck" for the first time and ended up friendless for a month, go to a university with a higher ranking than mine.

Slowing down is looking at my wish list from the past two years, and realizing I barely got a single one done, so what makes this year different?

......

Slowing down is feeling the full burden of the weight in my chest and the full volume of the cacophony in my mind.

I don't fucking know.

What's more upsetting about me having two down days is literally on Monday my doctor told me we can try lowering my antidepressant dosage.

Oh fuck I need to find a way to get enough money for a fucking diagnosis.

I'm sorry, I think eventually I'll be fine

But my head is so fucking loud right now

[haikyu-mp4]

Lucky misunderstanding

word count; 974 – gn!reader I think

Not usually favouring sports, you’re in the journalism club to make use of your great eye for design and writing. After watching one of your school’s volleyball team’s official games last season, you took notice of the boring brochures they handed out with the players’ information. You hadn’t yet chosen what to do for your project this semester and decided to lend your talents to making a better representation of the team’s charms and talents. What you didn’t expect to get out of the project was a date.

You received permission from their coach and captain and set up some equipment to take your photos in a room adjacent to the gym during practice. Hopefully, you can encourage them all to pose confidently. In order to not disturb their whole practice, you ask one grade to join you at a time, starting with the first-years and ending with the third-years. Good luck!

Having seen how strategic and tactical Seijoh are on the court, you thought the photoshoot would go by pretty quickly and smoothly. You didn’t account for Yahaba and Kuotani being this difficult. They were egging each other on and making it hard for you to get any shots where they weren’t wearing angry frowns.

That’s why you at least hoped the third years would be easier. Calm, confident and collected.

Well.. they sure were confident. At least you were laughing, watching how they played around and criticised each others’ poses. Iwaizumi seemed to keep his distance, though, only coming out of his shell to throw some comments at Oikawa.

He went last, straightening out his uniform and standing in the spot you wanted him to. “Let’s get this over with.”

You shrugged and held up the camera, but put it down again. He was just staring sternly at the lens. “Could you give me some confidence?” you asked. “Where’s the smug guy that beats everyone in arm wrestling?”

The effect is instant and the other guys are thrilled to spot Iwa’s red ears. “Yea, Iwa! Where are the muscles?” Makki cooed and giggled. You looked away from the boy and down at your hands for a second. Is he mocking you? “Just think of how y/n is staring at you through the lens.” he continued teasing before Mattsun roughly patted his shoulder to make him stop, even though he was chuckling too.

Do they know about your crush? Did you bust yourself with that comment? Have they heard a rumour? How embarrassing! That’s the worry that swirled in your head as you cleared your throat and looked shyly at Iwaizumi. The ace himself nearly growled, pushing his sleeves up and walking towards his friends with a threatening “you three better run” slipping between his teeth.

The boys all took his advice and ran out, clearly terrified of the muscly ace as he started running at them until they were all out of the room. He took in a deep breath and turned back, glancing between you and the floor as he stood in front of you again.

“I’m sorry-“

“I’m sorry.” The two of you said at the same time, making both of you lift your gazes to meet each other’s in surprise.

“Why are you sorry? They were being stupid,” he mumbled with a weak chuckle as if trying to brush it off. You cleared your throat again, looking away and down at the camera.

“You probably just want to get this over with, I didn’t think they would make you uncomfortable,” you rambled, not sure if you should address your crush or leave it unspoken and let the poor boy escape you.

“I’m not! They just know I get… flustered… around you,” he admitted hesitantly, finally meeting your eyes again and tucking his hands in his pockets.

Thinking back, Oikawa had mumbled something about Iwa-chan loving this when you asked him if he approved your project. Your path didn’t cross with Iwaizumi’s that often at school, but when it did you would always stop for a short chat and it would fill you with happy energy for the rest of the day. That’s how you developed your crush, which might have created some inspiration for this project as well.

You were surprised and trying to sort out your thoughts as your mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Let’s just get this over with, forget what I said,” he said, already regretting his little confession when you didn’t respond.

“I thought they were teasing me for my crush on you.” You chuckled under your breath before lifting the camera. All you saw was a very surprised Iwaizumi.

“Huh?”

“Makki kept commenting on how I was looking at you and your freaking muscles and I just thought they must be teasing me for it.” you rambled again, looking away and cursing mentally at how you were never finishing the photoshoot at this rate.

“They were teasing because I like you,” he said, letting the whole sentence out in one breath. You only caught every word because you were desperately listening to him.

“Really?” was all you managed to say, even chuckling a bit at the misunderstanding.

He chuckled too, rubbing his face with both hands before glancing at you to see your reaction. “Really.”

“Then I think you should let me finish my project and take me out on a date later,” you declared, biting the inside of your lip in anticipation.

He straightened up and gave you a determined look. “I like the way you think.”

So you did finish taking the photos, maybe even sneaking in a shy little first kiss before he had to go back to practice. He told you to wait for him after practice and you both parted ways with rosy cheeks.

Maybe just this once he should thank Makki for being so insufferable.

the Flyer Series ║ masterlist

/taglist: @cottonlemonade @dira333 @cosmiicdust @nagi-core

[rewumi]

Been on an end of semester crunch so here have some old art of Aria and her weapon Kyoko from our Soul Eater TTRPG adventure! Kyoko belongs to the amazing @aluartista.

Pose from this photoshoot of Hanna Verhees and Solveig Mørk Hansen by Mark Pillai for Elle Italia

[strategicsmmarketing]

My Tips For A Perfect Social Media Campaign

Hello everyone and welcome back to my marketing-related ramblings. The end of the semester is approaching rapidly and it is time for me to use what I've learned to tell you all some of the best things to do in order to have a successful social media campaign.

SO...no use putting it off any longer, let's get started.

The basics for a social media campaign:

Alright, well I can't just JUMP into this without going over the incredibly basic things you need to know about starting a social media campaign. Firstly, you need to create your social media pages...and make sure your usernames are the same across platforms so that people can find you everywhere (consistency! More on this later). You should have clean and appealing icons that relate to your brand, and "bios" that briefly communicate who you are as a brand. When you make posts and receive comments, interact with them! Like and reply to comments to show that your company cares, and respond to questions/criticism with grace and tact. Finally, utilize your insights. Compare the interactions and reach you get on your posts, and use that knowledge to figure out what you should focus on in the future. Do videos do better than pictures? Great! Post more videos. Do more people like your posts when there's a dog in the included picture? Awesome, round up the office puppies and do a photoshoot! Are most of your followers online after 5pm on a weekday? Well, definitely try not to post at 10am then, or they may miss your content completely.

Now, keeping those basic concepts in mind, here are some personal tips from me to you:

#1) Consistency is key

When you are utilizing social media as a brand, you want to keep everything consistent against all platforms. Use the same fonts and color schemes in your graphics (without making them look too similar and thus boring), speak in the same formality (are your followers spoken to as your friends? your consumers? your coworkers?), use the same hashtags, and post at the same frequency (Imoto, 2022). Have you ever heard about the rigorous training Disney World employees go through to make sure everyone has the same experience with a character regardless of who the actor is? This is a very similar concept! Stay consistent with your "character" at all times so that every follower has the same experience with your brand on socials. Additionally, having a firm posting schedule fairs well with social media algorithms, making it more likely that a non-follower will see one of your posts. At my job, I like to write my plans for posts out on a paper calendar every month, and I stick to a similar posting formula each time. I have just recently gotten Meta Business Suite to work for our accounts (finally!) so, after writing out my calendar, I now plan on making most of our social media content ahead of time and having them scheduled to post automatically for the month.

#2) Engage your followers

Engagement is a big deal, don't sleep on it! Seeing your followers interested and interacting with your brand gives you an idea of what is and is not working in your campaign, and will often help you figure out what to post next. Engaging posts will also help you retain followers; people unfollow profiles that they are no longer interested in, so you have to keep people interested if you want them to stay around! I like to ask questions regarding ideas, opinions, and suggestions. For example, since I run the social accounts for Clark University's Visual and Performing Arts Department, I recently made us a Spotify account and asked followers to submit song recommendations that I can put in a "Clarkies Fall Favorites" playlist.

You can also create polls and quizzes, give users a re-shareable meme (example: a photo that they can create captions for), and host live streams.

#3) Make videos!

Tiktok has grown widely popular in the last two years, and companies are jumping at the chance to attack more Gen Z followers through the short comedic videos that make the app so popular. But this is all pretty common knowledge...really, I wanted to point out how Instagram Reels can greatly increase your brand's reach on Instagram. On the Instagram that I run, I made Reels more of a priority after I realized that our videos were reaching a much larger group of people than our static posts were. It's my understanding, from personal experience, that Reels are really doing well- so I suggest focusing on them! Here are some of our Insights:

#4) Have a plan for emergencies

When running the social media of a particularly large/important brand (and also in general...it's just more likely to be applicable with bigger companies) you'll want to have a crisis management plan in place. This way, you are prepared to combat bad PR without making anything worse. Have a way to temporarily pause scheduled posts, outline how exactly customer service representatives should respond to criticism in times of crisis, decide on solutions to problems that can be predicted (such as a website crash), and MAKE SURE only AUTHORIZED personnel have access to your social pages! With that last part in mind, make sure there is a chain of command for workers to address in an emergency; there should be a ladder of decisions makers based on the severity of the issue. If an insensitive post was made that caused a ton of offense and backlash, for example, then only the very high-up marketing managers should decide what to do next.

There are many more things that can and should be included in social media campaigns; these things are complex and should be fluid/evolving! What I've included here are just some of the many strategies you can implement for your campaigns. In addition to everything I've said here, I just want to suggest: be creative and unique...and have fun! I genuinely enjoy marketing and I try to have a good time when I make posts. I believe everyone should try to view it positively, especially since it translates well to your followers!

Imoto, M. (2022, March 1). 5 tips to successful social media marketing. PRLab StudentStaffed Public Relations Agency 5 Tips to Successful Social Media Marketing Comments. Retrieved November 20, 2022, from https://www.bu.edu/prlab/2022/03/01/5-tips-to-successful-social-media-marketing/

[kawehi808]

Update #5

Hey! Now that we’re on week 11, I figured I would add more Tumblr updates weekly instead of bi-weekly so that I can not only wrack up on the amount of posts I’ll have by the end of the semester, but to also keep myself updated on what I’ve been doing and where I’m going. I like writing these posts because it’s another way for me to keep myself accountable and remind myself what exactly I’ll be up to for the next few weeks. 

BTW, my video update from last week, where I had answered all those questions… that was from Milestone 9 from the Notion website that I thought I had to answer. I don’t know, I got confused and misunderstood how we’re supposed to follow along with the Notion site. This whole time I thought the Milestones were connected to what week it was… so since last week was week 9, I answered whatever questions were on the M9 section of Notion. My bad! Either way, whenever I am supposed to answer those questions, you’ll just have to refer to that video. 

As far as where I’m at in my timeline, I would say that I’m a little bit pass my mid-way point with my progression for my deliverable. I have started editing episode 4 by dumping my two interviews in the timeline and rewatching them back. I’m chopping them up as I go and will also begin to record my voice overs to be placed among the episode. This week I plan on getting more editing done with this episode along with finalizing the YouTube thumbnails for my series. 

I’m also going to be preparing for the mid-year commencement by starting to fill out that senior bio form! That will be added to the long list of things I need to do for the next few weeks. I already got my cap and gown as well as my honor sash, so I’ve also got a grad photoshoot planned for this week. There’s also the whole ordeal of making cards and party invites for the whole ohana… so ya it’s going to be the most BUSIEST time of year for sure. Wish me luck folks!

[joelpottermanipulatedimage]

Mid-Semester Break | 02

Photoshoot 01

For some context, I am starting to create my portfolio. I want to show a wide range of photography so I put a post out to my local Facebook group offering free solo and group portrait shoots! This would first of all get me to practice more, get more for my portfolio, and also help plan all shoots. For this shoot I found out beforehand that it was a mother father and 1 year old. I was able to get them to wear nice clothes! The weather on the only possible day was rather bad so I chose Cheltenman beach as the location as it was the most blocked and secluded from the wind and rain. I also planned the shots to have Rangitoto in the background! (Help from photopills). Here are some of the edited photos (I ended up sending 47 to the client edited and free of course).

[ardn632sem2ashleighdanby]

Week 7

I could not attend class, so I reviewed the class content at home. A few videos were provided discussing the upcoming age of AI and what it means for photography. I found this interesting because it compared the use of AI to the transition from film photography to digital photography. If this were the case and people created their own images through AI, this would make the skill of photography almost useless.

Next were some videos that discussed the process of planning a photoshoot. Some key points I picked up were:

flesh out your theme

find a location

build a network of team members

borrow/rent/buy and gear or props needed

sort out the people who will be receiving the photographs and how they want them shared with them.

Then we received a (brief?) for our next assignment: to create 3 cohesive manipulated images. I looked into Karen Jerzyk's work as she creates a whole series of astronaut images that are so different, but go together by having an astronaut element in all of them. I liked how she creates her overall theme of 'loneliness' in all of these images by placing an astronaut (who already doesn't fit in in any of these settings) in an empty room.

Concept/Context/Theme for my next assignment

I am heavily inspired by Natalia Seth's work:

https://www.instagram.com/escapingyouth/

I want to use one of her images as inspiration so have found a few that I could potentially go off of:

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I could get different hair pieces and objects that it reminds me of the imitate this kind of image.

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I like the idea of this one and maybe getting different things that create bubbles to put someone inside of.

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I love how she's captioned this one: 'eating with your eyes' and I would love to recreate something like this.

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I also love this idea and tying it together with the lollipop and eyeball ideas to make the model of my image feel overwhelmed by objects that could represent a negative/positive aspect of their life.

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This concept interests me because I could do a 3 image series with 3 different books and create a 'world' around the model holding the book. This could also be a nice turning point from my image from assignment 1.

Planning my Photoshoot

So I think I have decided that my concept for my next assignment will go with the theme of 'storytelling'. I think I want to create 3 different reading situations (cozy chair / in bed before sleep / at work on a lunch break) and then create an entire 'world' of sorts around them.

In terms of models, I want to use 3 different people since each image will be connected by the book and storytelling aspect. I just need to find 3 people.

Mum

Jack

Me

In terms of locations I think I will use these (respective of the list above:)

Her workplace (kindy or office)

His room

My cozy reading chair

For props, I will obviously need a book. But I do want to create 3 different story scenarios so I think I will do:

Fantasy

Sci-Fi

Historical Romance

In terms of props for those scenarios:

Fantasy

stars

mythical creature

crown

tree

castle

Sci-Fi

glowing creatures/blobs

robot

ufo

Historical Romance

fancy dress

wine

candles

I need to get this photoshoot done before the end of the semester break.

Update

I've been mulling my idea over a couple of days and think I have finalised my concept and theme:

This will be my plan going forward, I plan on taking my base photographs by the end of break and then working on prop photos once we go back to uni :)

[yanafiles]

tyt

I have just read a post shared by a former classmate, and that same post shared by another, both of which are delayed for a year or a semester to graduate. I feel that they also wanted to reach the end of their college journey just like mine which was bound to culminate by July. But here's my little perspective as someone finally ending her 19 years of schooling. My first two years in college was set online due to the pandemic. We turned into hybrid setup on my third year, and finally went to full onsite classes on my final year. I did not get much of full college experience because most of the fun were squeezed into my last two years. If given a chance, I would have loved to extend another year with my friends (they won't like the idea haha) because my journey with them was really fun. It is as if I am just getting the hold of being a teenager when I am already 23 because I didn't really enjoy much of my high school days (entirely centered with me studying and studying). This college, I was able to study and enjoy. I was able to hang out and became more independent. When they say high school was the most memorable and enjoyable time of their life, I would like to differ mine. So to my former classmates who cannot graduate this year, just enjoy and take your time. I know we have different courses and sets of hardships, but at least, try to make the most out of it. One day, you'll also prepare for your graduation photoshoot and think of what to wear on your graduation day. One day, you'll be there. And just like what I wrote in my letter to you guys, I'll always be rooting for you.

[nickgiles]

Contextual Statement ↓

In this semester, I have learnt an astonishing amount about photography including but not limited to, the process and preplanning of what goes behind capturing a shoot, how to properly utilise a professional photography studio environment, what it means to ‘talk’ to your model, thinking about lighting and being in control of it.

Through all of this, I have experimented with and researched many artists, like Rebecca Woodman and looked further into the New Zealand artist Edith Amituanai, who I got to trial this time around, as we did a case study on last year on her, and I didn’t get to utilise her creative method. These two artists were used in my summative work, which came about through the latter half of the semester when we were paying more attention towards how we work with photography. These photos featured in my booklet were candid and spontaneous, as I had no control over when or how it was going to happen. I have noted that I work best in a more documentary style of photography, preferring more candid moments, which worked wonderfully in my photo book.

My photo book Wānanga portrays the concept of family. The word itself means to come together, to discuss and deliberate. This fits perfectly into my concept, which revolves around the coffee table in our lounge area as a sort of area of talk and discussion. The images that were selectively chosen were from my two best shoots. One from a family get together, and a boardgame night with my Mum and sister. This booklet communicates the mundane of family, cherishing the random moments you have together, which you might not realise are so important and the relationships between blood relatives. This was something I realised while doing my weekly photoshoots, is the places your family gravitate to, and for mine, that was the lounge. All these photos are taken indoors, at the same location within the house, revolving around our coffee table. This is to make sure all the photos have some commonality with each other and, therefore, tie the pictures together even more. I feel as though I have achieved this concept in my photo book.

As mentioned before, the photos chosen for my booklet were deliberate, as I felt like this best demonstrated my concept, I tried to pick photos that had the most expression and emotion in them. The two different shoots were also chosen because of the different scenarios and lighting, as one was during the day with natural light and one with artificial lighting. Something else that was deliberate was the text is limited, involving only an explanation of what Wānanga means and what game they’re playing on the coffee table, this was so that the viewer was left guided by the word Wānanga and left to their own interpretation of the book.

The technicality of the photoshoots was relatively easy; it was a simple matter of turning on my flash and making sure I was on the right shutter speed so as not to overexpose (or underexpose) my subjects. Something I found interesting was when you’re shooting indoors with indoor lighting if you lower your shutter speed down, the camera will pick up the natural lighting as well as the flash, so you'll get shadows created by both sources of light. This was a fascinating discovery, as I was photographing. Additionally, because I was photographing my family over strangers, it meant that I could shoot my subjects with relative ease, and it was less awkward to do so; therefore, I had the confidence to get close and intimate with my subjects. All my photos in the booklet are all raw, with no editing done to them; this was a deliberate choice not to as I didn’t want my photos possibly looking edited or artificial, which would go against my concept. The platform I used to make my booklet was Adobe Lightroom Classic, which I initially loved, but upon further use, it worked against me.

At the research end of the assignment, I had gathered a lot of photographers and, with it, a lot of inspiration and knowledge. I became really fascinated by how they took those photos and tried replicating them myself through the weekly student-directed learning tasks. This was a beneficial practice for me, and I rapidly became accustomed to the new camera I had bought for photography. This, however, worked against me, and I ended up making the decision to stick to two artists so as not to create an overwhelming booklet with too many techniques or styles of photography.

Overall, I have learnt a lot with photography, and there is still a lot more to learn; I’m excited to come back to the many artists I researched but decidedly chose not to implement into my work, and also eager to see what stories I’ll be able to tell in the future.