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4unnyr0se · 1 year ago

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Hi love your writing!! I havent touched HQ in 3 years but Im starting to love old characters I use to fall in love with like Asahi, Oikawa, Bokuto etc,,, so as my first req, could you pls write fem! Reader x Bokuto fluff in HS?

Like Bokuto trying to court the reader. How would that go? And how did he finally ask us out?

Feel free to ignore this if you dont like the idea! Ty for ur time 🤍❤️🤍

❥ young love at fukurodani | kotaro bokuto

warnings: none that i can think of. this is pure fluff

MDNI | No 18+ content, I just don't want minors interacting with my blog

word count -> 1.6k

okay so aaaa this didn't rlly follow the ask bc all he does is ask reader to tutor him and then cute stuff happens but i can make a hc of it probably tonight or tomorrow?? also i wrote this when i was having tummy issues so im very sorry if its horrible. i love u!

got a request? my asks are open!

Bokuto wasn’t one to get embarrassed that easily. Sure, he did embarrassing things but didn’t know they were embarrassing. They were part of his boyish charm, which people loved about him…right? Of course, they did. He was Kotaro Bokuto. He was Fukurodani’s ace, and the people loved him for it. So why, if he was so confident, did he get awkward and embarrassed around you, his pretty classmate?

Saying you were gorgeous was an understatement. He couldn’t find the right words to describe you to his friends, mainly Akaashi. “She’s just like, y’know? And I’m like, oh damn! She’s cute as fuck!” Boktuo would make various gestures with his hands as he and Akaashi sat on the steps leading to the gym, sipping cola from the vending machine. “What do I do, Akaashi? She’s so pretty, and I’m pretty too! The only problem is that everyone else in our year thinks so, too…do I even have a shot?”

Akaashi would offer him a pitiful smile, rubbing his back in assurance. “Well, isn’t she one of the smartest in our year?”

“Yeah, smart and pretty. She’s so fucking perfect, I wish you could see her.” he pouted.

“Well, the answer is simple,” Akaashi said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Ask her for help with homework; god knows you need it.”

“Hey! I got a 41 on my chemistry test!” Bokuto yelled at Akaashi as the setter entered the gym. But he did have a point, like always. Bokuto decided then and there that he would ask you to tutor him tomorrow, no matter how anxious he was. Anxiety was for suckers anyway.

“Hey, wait up!” Bokuto ran after you as you exited your classroom, papers flying out of his messy bookbag that was riddled with stains from only God knows what. “I gotta ask you a question!”

You stopped walking and turned your heel, raising an eyebrow as the Fukurodani captain barreled towards you. “Hey, what’s up, Bokuto? How’s volleyball going? Are we headed to nationals?” you asked, placing a hand on your hip. God, even the way you held yourself was perfect. Were you an actual goddess, or was Bokuto just lovestruck?

Bokuto finally caught up to you, leaning against the hallway walls in an attempt to appear suave and put-together. His messy uniform didn’t help his cause, but he forgot to look neat today. And every day after that. “Uh, I was wondering if you understood what we were assigned in English yesterday? I don’t understand any of it to save my skin, hah,” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes. “Did you get what our teacher was saying?”

“Yeah, it was really simple. Just basic grammar and syntax structures. Was it complicated for you?” you tilted your head to the side.

“I don’t really get it. Wanna tutor me at my house today? I can get you snacks!” he offered you a crooked smile, leaning forward so his golden eyes peered into yours. “C’mon, please? The coach will kick my ass if I don’t get my grades up, and I have a game next week! Pretty please?” he folded his hands in prayer, his bottom lip in a childish pout.

You smiled and nodded, grabbing him off the wall. Bokuto blushed at the sudden contact, noticing how neat you kept your fingernails compared to his own. Yours were neatly polished to perfection while he bit his nails almost constantly, and being a wing spiker didn’t come with having good-looking nails.

“Where’s your house? Is it walking distance?” you let go of his hand, much to Bokuto’s dismay.

“Yeah, it’s about five minutes from here. Wanna stop at a convenience store on the way? I’m really hungry.” he rubbed his stomach as you two walked out the nearest exit, your messenger bag dangling over your shoulder.

“Only if you’re paying,” you joked, rubbing his shoulder. Bokuto could have sworn his heart stopped right then and there. Were you actually flirting with him, or were you just really touchy? Either way, it was a win in his book.

“Sure, I don’t mind. Anything for a pretty girl like yo-” Bokuto stopped his sentence, smacking his hand over his mouth. “I-I mean, why wouldn’t I mind? I’m a captain, after all. It’s my job to provide for my teammates!”

“But I’m not on any sports teams. I’m not your teammate.” you deadpanned,

“You know what I mean!” Bokuto whined, wiping his forehead of the sweat that was slowly starting to gather. “Damn, it’s a hot one today. Why won’t they let the guys wear shorts? Do they want us to die of heat stroke or something?”

“I honestly have no idea,” you sighed, walking under the shade of the convenience store roof. “Wait a minute,” you instructed, placing your messenger bag on the hot pavement. You shrugged off your school blazer and wrapped it around your waist tightly in an attempt to cool you off. You also rolled up the sleeves of your white blouse, loosening your collar. “Sorry, I’m just really warm. At least we get to wear skirts, right?” you offered him a lopsided smile.

Bokuto’s heart pounded in his chest. “Uh, yeah, you girls are so lucky. Wearing skirts must feel awesome.”

“It’s awesome until you catch someone trying to look it up,” you mumbled in annoyance, hoisting your bag over your shoulders.

“What the actual fuck? Who was it? I’ll murder them! I'll text Konoha too; he’ll definitely want in on it,” Bokuto clenched his fists together, walking into the store with you. “I’m sorry that happened to you, honestly.

You shrugged your shoulder and rummaged through the ice cream pin, choosing a passionfruit-flavored ice bar. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I barely know you, anyways.”

“That doesn’t mean that I can’t protect you from jerks like that guy,” Bokuto angrily shoved his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot on the tile. He fished about 400 yen out of his pocket and handed it to the cashier, ushering you out of the shop as quickly as possible.

“What was that for?” you asked, unwrapping the popsicle.

“I didn’t like how he looked at you, that’s all.” Bokuto huffed. He made grabby motions for your bookbag, which you handed to him with a confused look on your features. “Let me carry that, please. You’re too pretty to carry heavy stuff around like that all day.”

You paused your walk and stared at Bokuto, blushing softly. “You think I’m pretty?”

Bokuto slowly nodded and gave you a crooked smile, blushing in turn. “Yeah, I really do. I was afraid to tell you before, but now I’m all fired up. I wanna protect you from creeps, y’know?”

You popped the ice treat out of your mouth and stepped forward, smiling softly. “We barely know each other, and you want to keep me safe? We haven’t even hung out once.”

“We’re heading to my house right now, aren’t we?” Bokuto shrugged, his blush not fading.

You chuckled and took another step forward, the tips of your noses brushing against each other. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you whispered, your lips dangerously close to his own. “You know, I always thought you were kind of cute. In the athletic kind of way, I suppose.”

Bokuto dropped the bags he held onto the hot concrete beneath you, praying they wouldn’t roll down the hill you were standing on. You two were in a remote location, and the tension was thick. “You think I’m cute?” he tilted his head to the side, his eyelids dropping halfway.

“Mhm,” you purred, your popsicle dripping from the intense heat. “Super cute.”

“Fuck,” Bokuto’s hands hovered above your waist, unsure of what you wanted him to do. “Uh, is it okay if I kiss you? Please, cutie?” he quietly pleaded, your lips basically touching at this point.

You smiled and nodded, holding your melting popsicle behind your back. “Mhm, it’s okay.”

Bokuto smiled as his lips interlocked with yours for a minute, savoring the sweet passionfruit flavor that coated them. His hands squeezed your waist childishly, never wanting this moment between the two of you to end. This kiss was exactly how he dreamed it would be, soft and perfect. Just like you.

You pulled away after a bit and giggled, your popsicle having since fallen onto the heated pavement. Your sticky hands cupped his face, the pads of your thumbs running over his defined cheekbones. “You’re a good kisser,” you pecked his forehead bravely. “Like, a really good kisser.”

“Same to you, cutie,” his hands left your waist, choosing to instead secure your wrists. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that. So. Fucking. Long.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as your hands fell to your waist again, intertwining your fingers with Bokuto’s. You had never notified it before, but he was much bigger than you. It made you feel safe and secure. Protected. “We should probably get to your house to study, shouldn’t we?”

“Aw, I was having so much fun kissing you on the sidewalk!” Bokuto pretended to whine, kicking a loose pebble that was in his way. He easily picked up the bags with his spare hand and tossed them over his broad shoulder.

“Tell you what,” you squeezed his hand. “For every question you get right, I’ll give you a kiss. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

“Hell yeah, it does!” Bokuto kissed you on the cheek in excitement. He practically skipped to his house with you in tow, excited for what the rest of the day would have in store.

#haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #bokuto x reader #kotaro bokuto #bokuto fluff

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child0feden · 8 months ago

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LOVE THROUGH PEN AND PAPER

- okay so i really wrote this as kind of a test piece to test the waters on if you guys like this and maybe i will make more about how the reader met others! also i very much wrote this with the idea that the reader is not originally from norway, hopefully that is not an annoyance to anyone

can you guys tell that bård is my absolute favourite metal man to write for? <3

- you and bård met through being pen pals in the early 90s!

✩ most likely, you had ordered a copy of his little black metal fanzine after hearing about it through another pen pal you were speaking to and he had almost immediately taken note of the country that was definitely not norway in your address…

- now that he looks back on it, it was probably a pretty major breach of privacy and possibly even incriminating but his interest was far too peaked after he saw your name, which he thought was an absolutely beautiful name, and a country he had never been to so he wrote a little letter to go along with the magazine when he posted it off to reach you

✩ but the letter only made you as interested in him as he was in you despite the two of you basically being complete strangers! his letter to you was downright adorable, it was filled with cute broken english and misspellings that made a small smile paint your face as you read through it, it was full of general questions about your home county and how exactly you heard about his little fanzine! not to mention the mixed in questions about you too, questions about what bands you like and what your life is like! his letter was obviously filled with curiosity about you and who would you be to not write a letter back to him after he ended his own with the most adorable little thank you for buying his fanzine?

- when bård received your very first letter back to him, he was so strangely ecstatic about it! he already had quite a few pen pals but you… you and your letter felt so different to him, it felt so much more special and he could never quite put his finger on why until he began to send more letters to you and receive more letters from you! after just about three short months of talking to each other through pen and paper, after talking to each other about music and so many deeper topics about yourselves, after eventually beginning to send pictures of yourselves to each other, bård finally realised just what about you and your letters felt so special to him…

✩ he was totally into you! oh gosh, of course he was! everything made sense when it clicked in his head that he had a more intimate liking towards you, all those times that he would sit around feeling so impatient and almost lost whilst waiting for your next letter to arrive, all of those times he would check his post every single morning for your next letter, all of those times he felt so free and open when writing to you about himself, all of those times he would feel his face heat up whenever he read your compliments towards him and his band! there were just so many things that suddenly made so much sense when it all pieced together in his head that he really liked you, he liked everything about you!

- of course this new and sudden realisation scared bård a whole lot because did he really even want to confess his feelings towards you? did he really want to risk losing you as a wonderful friend because you do not feel the same and the waters are made murky after his confession of wanting to be something more? but he does it, he sends you a long letter confessing everything after almost an hour of walking in circles around his small bedroom with his hands grasping at his long brown hair and his mind lost in paranoia before he just decides to sit down and write a letter confessing everything he feels towards you! with shaky hands and a worried mind, the letter turns out slightly messy with chicken scrawl handwriting but he knows you will still understand it all, you always seem to understand him! he actually gets his mother to post this letter to you for him, he knows damn well that he would probably pull out just before posting it and he knows his worry would probably get the best of him so he asks her to post it for him

✩ the waiting days after sending the letter to you are downright horrible for bård, he can barely focus on anything as he awaits your letter back to him and not even playing his drums take his mind away from you… he can barely get to sleep at night as he fears the possibility that he will never receive a letter back from you because of his confession! the restless nights and fearful days become evident in his face as his eyes grow tired and his pale face becomes exhausted! but then, after a excruciatingly slow week of waiting and hoping, he receives a letter through the door and immediately runs to snatch it up from the carpet before rushing upstairs to his bedroom to read it in private…

- bård almost yells in excitement and pure happiness when he reads through your letter with shaky hands and sees the words about how you feel the exact same towards him, he can just barely even attempt to hold in a relieved scream as his worried mind is finally put to rest by your loving words on the paper! his body is completely overrun with energy and an almost childlike glee as he fully realised that this is it, he has you now! he has all he ever wanted now! you felt so perfect for him, from the first time he ever read your name on that delivery address and felt a strange tingle in his heart to now as he reads through your letter about feeling that very same love for him! he feels so at peace and so content as he reads your confession letter over and over again, savouring your sweet words in his head before putting it aside to excitedly begin writing his next one to you

✩ you can hardly believe your eyes when you read his next letter back to you about how fearful he was to admit his feelings for you, your eyes widening in confusion as you read his written words about how terrified he was… how on earth would it have ever been possible for you to have not felt the same for him? he was so sweet, so passionate and so handsome… i would have been impossible for you to have not felt the very same love for him that he felt for you…

- eventually, in early january of the next year after the two of you had even began talking for the first time through letters, you decided to fly out to norway as a kind of late christmas gift for him! you did not even ask him to meet you at the airport as the closest one to his home was still quite a bit away but he did anyways, of course he did! how could he not? he wanted, needed to be there the second you stepped foot in the very same country he was in, he needed to be with you the second it was possible and he sure was! literally the minute you were in his sight after exiting the terminal, he was rushing to take you into his arms for the very first time! excitement mixed with nervousness taking over his body as he held you in a tight hug while you laughed quietly into his shoulder about how constricting his skinny arms were around you before settling your hands on his blushing cheeks and leaning up to place a deep kiss to his lips, the first of many! he was so nervous, he had never kissed anyone like you before, none of his prior kisses were real like this one, you felt so real! after that day, it was hard for him to ever let you go at all, every minute of your days in norway were spent being in his arms as the two of you talked about anything and everything you could think of! this first time actually meeting only proved to bård just how perfect you truly were for him and he never wanted you to leave his arms <3

#thoughts ✩#pen pal! bard eithun #pen pal! faust #bard eithun x reader #faust x reader #emperor x reader #bard eithun #faust #emperor

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aihoshiino · 3 months ago

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Okay I'll be straight, how do you do it

I love ai but I always feel like I can't get her right when I'm writing her down, I'm starting a fic but ai doesn't really feel like, you know, ai

So just a question, how do you get ai in character

Btw Thank you so much for your posts as they have been extremely helpful and cool to read❤️❤️❤️

thank you so much!! honestly it is still wild to me that so many people want to hear me rambling to myself about my wife LMFKDSKJHFD

I fully acknowledge that this is going to be at best a mildly unhelpful answer and at worst come off like the world's most pathetic humblebrag but Ai is a character who comes to me really easily at this point and I don't have to put a ton of active, deliberate thought into writing her. To be clear, this is not just from me being like, The All-Knowing, All Seeing Understander Of Hoshino Ai, P.H.D. in Aiology (even though I AM) (I promise this is a joke) but from a combo of things!

The first is a lot of practice! At this point I've been writing Ai either for RP or for fic pretty much every day for two years. The second is just that I'm confident in my interpretation of her - this definitely is a humblebrag but my from-episode-1-and-pre-movie-arc stance was always "Ai was an ordinary girl doing her best and it was everyone else who deified her against her will" and that turned out to be the literally explicitly textual canonical lynchpin of the whole fucking thing.

This means that I both have a lot of experience in writing her in lots of different contexts and that even when I do enter uncharted territory, I have a good enough grasp of her underlying thought patterns and behaviour to just kind of sit down and write without having to deliberate a ton. These are both things that anyone can come into, tho!

This is probably gonna sound like a captain obvious suggestion but the best way to start building your understanding of a character is just to go back to the canon material and really gnaw on it. I got an anon last year who had a v. similar question to you and I basically gave them a similar rundown of all the steps I would give to someone to come into a more robust understanding of Ai as a character. I stand by everything I said there with a few caveats;

Obviously they weren't available at the time, but now they're out I would add 153 and 154 as essential reading for your Ai interpretation, since they round out our understanding of the KamiAi relationship and Ai's POV of it. You can also read the 15YL KamiAi scenes tho we obviously have to take them with the grain of salt that they're in-universre RPF lmao.

Oh and there's the Q&A that was released alongside the Da Vinci interview too - I hadn't gotten around to TLing it at the time of that ask but it's available now. Like the Da Vinci interview, it's good for getting a better look at 'Ai of B-Komachi' when she's in work mode and where she differs - or rather, how often she doesn't - from the regular Ai in her downtime.

I also recommend Ai's chapter of Spica a little more strongly than I do in this original post, but I would recommend waiting until the official English TL comes out! Our fan TL was fine just in terms of getting the story to the fandom but I can pretty much guarantee the YenPress version of it will be a huge improvement lol.

After that, the best thing to do is just practice! Like I said, I've been writing Ai for a long time now so I feel pretty at ease with her but I definitely wasn't always. Actually, it's a funny coincidence but I was actually rereading some of my really early RP stuff with her the other day - like, April/May 2023 stuff, so SUPER early into when I was writing her - and the whole time I was like "jeez this is so off... lol". I was writing her as way more like... deliberately manipulative and shrewd and I was missing out on some of the really important things about her - her genuine confusion/struggles with empathy and communication, her desperate loneliness, her fawning instincts and the way she internalizes blame at every turn... a lot of really essential stuff! And even at the time, I remember just this sense of "hm, this isn't quite right, is it...?"

Actually in hindsight, I was writing that stuff before I'd even heard of Viewpoint B, let alone translated it............... crazy to imagine given how essential I consider it now LOL

ANYWAY!!! My point is that ultimately you just gotta flex your muscles and practice and you'll eventually start Feelin It. I'd already done a ton of RP writing for Ai before I started any of my fics so that's where I did my reps but if that doesn't work or you don't RP, writing some zero stakes stuff in private just to feel out her character could work! Nab some random scenario prompts to give you ideas and write her in some different situations and see what feels right. Honestly, any kind of character building exercise/prompt could probably be good for this so check those out - even if they advertise themselves as being for original writing concepting, it should still be helpful!

If you've done all that but still feel like you're not getting her quite right I can almost guarantee that what you're feeling is off is the character voice! I can guarantee that like, nine times out of ten if you've ever clicked into a fic and been met with a wave of 'they would not fucking say that' even if you couldn't pinpoint why, it's because the author did not have a good grasp of character voices. On the flip side, having a good grasp of character voice means that you have a lot more wiggle room in terms of writing something that 'feels' in-character so long as you're able to keep up with that character voice.

I uh, was going to write up a whole section here about how to click into a character voice but then this post on literally exactly this topic passed my dash and said it all much more concisely than I would've done, so. read that LMAO

ANYWAY... at the end of this big ramble, I think the only other thing I'd have to say is... ultimately, just have fun with it! I totally get that sense of wanting to Get Her Right especially when there's so many utterly unhinged takes on her in the fandom lol but at the end of the day, if you're not enjoying the process then there's no point in doing it to begin with. So try not to stress yourself out about it too much!

oh also, you have to send me whatever you write so i can read it. that's not optional <3

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #ai hoshino #onk asks #onk spoilers

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supremefloof · 3 months ago

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second thoughts!!

ok i'm calmer now. I can't watch episode 1 in the original chinese version on bilibili because it's blocked in my country ARGH. idk if it's on crunchyroll because I don't have crunchyroll. so, I watched episode 1 twice, once in japanese and once in the english dub. I can mostly understand mandarin chinese, but not japanese, just to preface. -I enjoyed the dub more than the sub, actually! the voice actors did a fantastic job. both versions are amazing though.

-There's a lot of little bits of humor in it that I'm probably missing from the japanese version because all I can go off of are the subtitles. Which makes me really excited to rewatch once I can get my hands on the mandarin chinese version.

-the first episode is also very fast-paced and being able to process everything in a language I'm fluent in really helped! This is most apparent for me when- (SPOILERS FOR EP 1 BELOW THIS CUT.)

-Lin Ling is asked what happened when Nice jumped off in front of hm. The delivery hit me a lot better than just reading subtitles off the sub and I found it more realistic at the same time. his reaction when Nice dies was basically "wait, he can't be dead, can't he fly??" oh my god. poor guy

-EPISODE RUNDOWN, MORE THOROUGH (HUGE MASSIVE SPOILERS):

-NICE I MISJUDGED YOU MY CUTIE PIE POOKIE. OH MY GOD. I COMPLETELY AUIEHWGHUSHGH. okay, so basically "Nice" is actually office worker Lin Ling, an average joe who is a fan of Nice's girlfriend, Moon (she's like an idol), and write ad proposals for Nice and Moon's marketing team. he is forced to assume the identity of Nice after the original rank 10 hero kills himself by jumping off a building, and Lin Ling is 1. the only witness, and 2. looks exactly like Nice if you style his hair and dye it white. Nice's agency basically fakes Lin Ling's death and covers up the fact the og nice is dead to save their business. the episode consists of this guy truly assuming the identity of Nice. According to the laws of this world, and Trust Value, if people believe he Lin Ling is Nice, then he literally is. he can do everything that Nice can. his voice changes. his eye color changes. his hair is naturally white and his body is stronger and graceful. the episode ends on a cliffhanger when he is driven home to his floor on the Hero Tower. AHSHJHG.

-In this world, ordinary people can become a hero! or at least, that's the dream. most people are still normal.

-Villains are instead created with Fear Value, the opposite of Trust Value

-OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED. Lin Ling isn't hijacking Nice's trust value but instead raising his own to replace Nice. theory: THAT'S WHY THE TOURNAMENT IS A BIG DEAL, because he doesn't know if it's the same as the OG Nice!!!

-Another theory is that him and X are not the same person, they just have insane parallels. I think it's a red herring. both are white haired, both have black hair in their "original" forms (although Nice's is permanently white now), both are office workers, Nice is the bottom ranked in the top ten being #10 while X is #1, etc.

#to be hero x #tbhx #凸变英雄x #tu bian yingxiong x #yap #post

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greennoobartist · 4 months ago

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Can you clarify what you mean by you " don't support " lgbt+ in your bio please? It's worded rather awkwardly, as you say you believe everyone deserves respect and kindness as well. This is a genuine question/request.

Oh, hi anon! Sure, im always up for explaining everything that isn't clear. Im aware that my wording pretty much sucks but that's what you get when you've been antisocial for years and when English is your fluent language lol XD

Ok so, first lemme explain that part of not supporting LGBT:

Yes, i don't support it. By that I mean that i am NOT part of that community, so im NOT gay or lesbian or anything like that. Im simply straight and when it comes to sexuality, i keep that very simple. Simply straight without any complications. I don't even complicate with the pronouns and gender, so im a girl/female, pronouns she/her, sexulity straight, which means that when it comes to romantic attraction, im into men. When it comes to seeing LGBT content, i just find that weird, no offense. I don't like m/m and f/f ships, they're just disturbing for me so i don't like any ships of such kind. I understand that some people enjoy such content, but I just don't. It looks weird and it makes me feel uncomfortable. No offense of course, i just don't like it, that's all.

Im always am trying to keep that simple and I hope im doing it well.

Now for that "everyone deserves kindness" part:

Exactly as it sounds like :). Im a high believer that every single living organism on this world should be treated with respect and kindness, no matter who they are, what they are, what they like or dislike, gender, age, height, race, sexuality, religion etc. So with that, im always trying to be respectful and kind to everyone on Tumblr, no matter how different we may be.

Now the part that probably confused you because of my wording:

"If I'm a high believer of such thing, then how do I not support LGBT?"

From what I understood, this was what you were saying, and im sorry I did write that rather awkwardly in my intro post.

Basically, I'm not a part of that community, i said that. But, i respect everyone. Which means: "Oh wait, you're gay? Oh well, i don't mind! We can still be friends!". What I'm trying to say is that, just because im not part of that community doesn't mean ill hate you or block you or be disrespectful towards you or judge you or such. No. I will NOT do that. I don't care what's your sexuality, really. Love who you love and I won't judge it, that's your decision. By saying that i don't support it, i mean that i will not be making such content and that im not part of it. But if you are, completely fine! I don't mind! I know that I can't change your mind and i won't be even trying! Just because our opinions on sexuality are different doesn't mean that we can't be friends. I, sincerely, am fine with being friends with anyone. Im open to anybody and id like to be friends with everybody who wants the same. Im really not judgemental and picky when it comes to friends. Im aware that some people might not share my opinion when it comes to this, but I really don't care who you are when it comes to being friends. Ill be kind to you, you're gonna be kind to me and that's it. That's all that matters.

So to wrap this up: Im not a part of LGBT, but if you are, im completely fine with that! I will not show you any disrespect or unkindness. I will still be nice and kind to you. We can still be friends, i really don't mind. Everyone deserves respect and kindness, so even if we don't share the same aspect on sexuality, even if you're gay, lesbian or anything like that im still gonna be polite and kind, because everyone deserves respect and kindness, no matter what.

Side note: if you're lesbian, please don't flirt with me, pretty please. It makes me uncomfortable since like i just said, im straight. So if anyone who's reading this happens to be a lesbian, we can be friends, but don't flirt with me. Pretty please. We can be friends, but don't expect that ill support your flirting or romantic attraction towards me. I will not. Don't do it. Please.

That is all i have to say! I hope this clarified everything that wasn't clear! Im sorry that my intro was worded awkwardly and that it caused confusion, but I hope this solved it. Thank you so much for asking ❣️

#fresco answers #thanks anon!#thanks for the question #thanks for the ask!#i can't believe i just wrote an asf long essay about my sexuality omg #ppl usually avoid doing it while im here like “oh yeah. sure. why not idm”#y'all have no idea how long this took to write #seriously tho around an hour #but i hope this clarified everything #i love explaining things #i always try to keep my life simple so yeah #im straight which means that romantically i think that men are better for me #it also counts for fictional characters #i don't crush on female characters #i love men #aka Vio-#XDDDD HAHAHAHHA #ok i had to im sorry XDDDD #seriously tho Vio is Vio and im sorry but I love him so fucking much im starting to get worried over it haha

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dragonwrangler · 1 year ago

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Got tagged by @benjaycaptain!

20 Qs for fic writers

1. How many works do you have on A03? 67

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 232,377

3. What fandoms do you write for? I have 31 tagged fandoms though one story (Don't Cross the Streams) has 6 fandoms in one drabble of which 4 I haven't posted anything else yet for those fandoms. Most are for Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters, Marvel (MCU and comic), Doctor Who/Torchwood, House MD, and Samurai 7.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? The Kiss (House MD) 199, A Question of Memory (YGO) 138, The Waiting Game (YGO) 125, The Coffee God (Torchwood/MIB) 100, Exit...Stage Right? (MCU) 98.

5. Do you respond to comments? I've been bad about that but trying to get back to that this year- if I notice the notification email.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Don't really do angsty endings- guess the closest would be "Returning Hero" (Marvel 616) or "Remembrance Day" (Samurai 7) I guess.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Um, guess I'll go with "Someone, Somewhere" (YGO) since that's an alternate ending fic where Atem doesn't pass into the afterlife.

8. Do you get hate on fics? No.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah though it's pretty basic; I've tried to write PWPs (plot what plot) and end up with plot with smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yep. Probably "Don't Cross the Streams".

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yep! "Coffee God" into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not directly- have used RP related material ("A Stitch in Time" (Marvel)) with permission and needed help with a few scenes from the creator of the character I was borrowing.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? All of them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I haven't given up on any unfinished fics that have been posted.

16. What are your writing strengths? Mixing fandoms I suppose.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Using all 5 senses in my writing- at least that's what I want to work on.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I have done it- once fic has a bit of Gaelic but I was trying to learn it and just indulged on that one- I'll be rewriting that scene to eliminate that when I get back to it.

It's a hard balance to use it in dialogue but sometimes your viewpoint character will hear something they don't understand, and you can either point out it's something in another language or put a phrase in the language that your POV character doesn't know. I do drop words in for Mikel Fury since it's one way to show that though Mikel is Nick Fury's son, he is not American. It's usually only a word or two since I'm using the Dalmatic language (Marvel has Carpasia- the country Mikel's mother was from- set in the Dalmatia region of Croatia) that has been extinct since 1898 and can't find much in English on how the language worked.

19. First fandom you wrote for? ever? I guess technically Ranger Rick though I think it was for a contest. Star Wars would be the official start of my fanfic writing in '77- quickly followed by Battlestar Galactica ('78) and Doctor Who ('79).

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I have a soft spot for "A Question of Memory" since that was the first fic that I felt I actually understood what I was doing and had a proper beginning, middle, and end there.

Tagging anyone who wants to dig into their AO3 stories! Thanks for the tag @benjaycaptain- this was fun!

#tagged questionnaire #fanfic #writing questions

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confusedshades · 2 years ago

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I wish you would write a fic where the plot/intro to the plot is based on some kind of pun-like misunderstanding. (I want to see what you do with the puns.)

This is rough and not thought through as much as I probably should have. Also much longer than you were probably hoping for.

Jason found Damian and Cass working over maps and scrawled notes in the cave when he dropped by one night after patrol. Unable to contain his curiosity about what would have these two working together on a case he wandered over. "What are you two working on?"

Two sets of eyes moved up to consider him. "Todd, what do you know about animal trafficking and fight rings?" Damian went back to considering the map in front of him, with various crosses and circles from previous cases marked out on it. Cass waved him over and made space next to her for him to stand in front of what looked like different case work.

"I don't know a lot about animal trafficking per say, but there has to be similarities to human trafficking, right? Is that what you stumbled on baby bat?" Jason knew the kid has a soft spot for animals and if he had truly stumbled onto a case of animal trafficking then it made sense why he'd be working on it instead of sleeping as soon as patrol ended.

"I was wrapping up patrol when I overheard some low level thugs talking about needing to find a new place because of the dog eat dog competition in the city."

Jason looked up just in time to catch Cass' confused expression. "What?"

"They disappeared into a club before I could get more information, but I plan to figure out where and how they're hosting this fight ring, and then make them regret ever preying on helpless animals." Damian was still scowling over the map.

"Little brother, are you sure those were the exact words they used?" Cass asked turning to look at him.

"Yes I am sure." Damian huffed, crossing his arms and turning to look at the two of them. "Did you not read the case notes I started? All the information is in there, and as soon as I can figure out where to find those two, I'll be able to find out more."

Jason and Cass exchanged a look, and at Cass' expression, Jason sighed. He's going to have to figure out a good way to explain about idioms without riling up his little brother.

"Dami, dog eat dog is an expression. It just means that things are cutthroat in some way, and people have to be ruthless about what they want."

"I am aware of the idiom Todd, but these two were talking about a competition." Damian was truly growing up. A few years ago, he would've been at Jason's throat at the perceived failing, now his frustration was only visible in his voice as he obviously waited for Jason to make his point.

"The word competition gets used a lot with the idiom in Gotham, Damian. It's part of the language actually." Jason made sure to keep his voice steady and non judgemental. The kid had learnt a lot the last couple of years, but being Robin meant he was constantly learning and would continue learning. Suddenly living in a new country and city would not have helped, because the kid basically now had to reset his cultural and linguistic understandings.

"That doesn't make sense Todd. The idiom itself is dog eat dog, with the recognised variation of dog eat dog world." Damian's frown had eased somewhat so he was listening to what they were trying to say and not dismissing it outright.

Cass laid a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Yes," she said cocking her head to the side slightly, "but sometimes when you learn by speaking and listening only, it is not accurate. English is hard, and not everyone goes to school or has good teachers."

"Language also changes," Jason shrugged. "As people and societies change, language changes. All the memes and internet speak as Bruce is fond of calling it, are a good example. You can't use yeet in an essay but you can still say it and have people understand what you mean."

"Oh." Damian was frowning at the maps again but this time it was obvious that he wasn't actually looking at them.

After a few minutes, Cass nudged Jason and Damian. "Hot chocolate?" she asked.

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strixcattus · 1 year ago

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Conlang Year Days 127–149

Adjectives, negation, and numbers, oh my!

Been a fresh minute (read: twenty days and change) since I've had the bandwidth to type and post a progress report on Conlang, but that doesn't mean I haven't been generally keeping up with the prompts. (It's also completely unrelated to the fact that it still doesn't have a name.) Under the cut as per usual.

(...The previous paragraph is accurate to when I began writing this post. Suffice to say I am now twenty days and change behind the prompts. It's been tough to focus on daily things as of late.)

Days 127–134: Adjectives

Adjectives are relatively simple. Conlang is pretty lax on agreement once you're outside of temporal placement, so adjectives are never modified. They directly follow the nouns they modify, and can stack pretty much indefinitely within a single noun phrase.

La siza minako: A tall person Jia dazeze kejuni minulu: The small, sharp stones

I don't have a whole lot of adjectives created right now. I was a bit strapped for ideas when I was actively doing this, and I haven't yet decided where Conlang is in the development of color words, so future adjectives will probably come out as a trickle. There aren't really any that are interesting enough to spotlight at this point.

Days 136–138: Negation

Negation of nouns works almost identically to the negation of verbs, which was covered in a previous prompt. Verbs are preceded with the word suo to indicate negation (which becomes an affix in the infinitive), and the same goes for nouns.

Suo toujiako. I will not wait. (I plan not to wait) Suo ja juo: Not the sun

While negation of a verb indicates that the action in question does not happen, negation of the noun indicates that the action does happen or may happen, but not involving the thing in question. Double negatives are ungrammatical.

Teigano suo ne jia gate. I did not eat the duck (I ate something else) Suo teigano ne jia gate. I did not eat the duck (I did not eat anything)

Days 139–149: Numbers

...This will probably be the meat of this post.

As I said in a much earlier post, Conlang uses a base-six number system. (It was between that and twelve, for the aesthetic you must understand, and six is easier to keep track of.) The number zuo (zero) takes singular nouns, and its use is the basic way of saying "none" (as seen in the pronouns zuluiza and zuoli, "nobody" and "nothing," which were covered in an earlier prompt).

La zuo tamaku: Zero thorns La lia tamaku: One thorn Ki sei tamakuku: Two thorns Ki kaido tamakuku: Four thorns And so on.

Numbers can exist in isolation ("how many wolves did you see?" "oh I think I saw seven"), in which case they take either the suffix -li or the suffix -(i)za, depending on whether you're counting things or people.

Nesi liali. There is one (thing). Nesui mazuli. There are three (things). Nesi liaza. There is one (person). Nesui desoiza. There are five (people).

Koigano ne ki nocia lozizi. I saw six wolves*.

*at some point I need to come up with ways to properly translate specificity beyond what Conlang's basic words cover. I'm thinking about using noun-noun compounds, but haven't actually cemented any yet.

Past six, compounds originally take the form nocia sie [dinulu] (six and [number]). This pattern stops once you reach the twelves.

Six (10): Nocia Seven (11): Nocia sie lia Nine (13): Nocia sie mazu Twelve (20): Siocia Fourteen (22): Siocia sei Eighteen (30): Muocia Twenty-four (40): Kailocia Thirty (50): Geicia

At thirty-six, sie comes back to intervene between the thirty-sixes and the sixes. At two hundred sixteen, it moves to intervene between the two hundred sixteens and the thirty-sixes, where it then stays. (It does, however, return when it would be used for numbers 7–11.) Past two hundred sixteen, the pattern repeats, counting desilu as English would count "thousand."

36 (100): Salui 37 (101): Salui sie lia 42 (110): Salui sie nocia 43 (111): Salui sie nocia sie lia 59 (135): Salui sie muocia deso 72 (200): Lasui 108 (300): Mazui 144 (400): Kailui 180 (500): Gaolui 216 (1,000): Desilu 288 (1,200): Desilu sie lasui 432 (2,000): Sei desilu 5,184 (40,000): Kailocia desilu 23,328 (300,000): Mazui desilu 35,708 (433,152): Kailui sie muocia mazu desilu sie salui geicia sei

Stars, I hope I'm doing all these base conversions right.

I originally planned to introduce some irregularity (a la French) in the two hundred sixteens, but there's really no elegant way to do something like that in a small base. Maybe in another conlang.

#conlang #time travel conlang #conlang year #lecizao

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ram-de · 2 years ago

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[read] white trash warlock

idk when I'll be continuing good omens and evelyn hardcastle im sorry christian apocalypse and murder time loop... I'll get back one day

ANYWAY

After reading extraordinaties, and then all of us villains (and demise) I think I'm growing fond of the fantasy as a genre. I've read several pjo books and I think Harry potter in my teenage years but my English comprehension wasnt as good as how I am right now (writing is a different thing) so I think I missed a lot of clues and all lol there's always stuff I get confused and read back. I wondered what the hell happens at some points. I've read more contemporary dramas the past few months. BUT... Damn fantasy opens up a lot of interesting scenarios... And... I crave for more👉👈 good thing there's a basically infinite supply of fantasy stories

What I know about this book? White trash warlock... Is well, it's an urban fantasy. Meaning, as far as I understand it, a lot of fantasy tropes are implemented in the more usual contemporary setting. Did I get that right? I dont know.

The premise is... Some peeps can see through The Sight, a different kind of dimension(?) that dwells and live in basically the same place. The main protagonists are this guy Adam and his brother. They were estranged until one day Adam's brother asks him for help.

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Alright. COOL LIZARD PEOPLE... I can't really image what the hell cue is. My English comprehension isn't as good as I thought💀 alright. So theres this stuff that a guy made out of like, magical peeps creatures remains to make some kind of magical items. Cues? And Adam is pursuing the guy making these things. He's also been thrown away by his family simply because he has an affinity with magical entities, albeit weak.

His brother Robert is a guy with a wife whose unable to have child for like three times. And she's... She's nursing a blob of magical creature... Uh... Why am I doing a summary... BACK TO THE PROGRAM...

Ouu I like myself some groveling plot, asking for help after you kicked your brother out is low. I expect some good asking for forgiveness... Lmao

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There's gonna be a lot of angst isn't there sghsgshsh like family drama

So people just powers up (Sight) randomly from genetics?? Witch > warlock > whatever Adam is. Living with someone that can predict the future must've sucks like dont spoil me old lady💀

Why does the story gave me the shivers im lowkey scared it's making me think of my own future shzgshhs fiction is supposed to be an escape stopppp

Oh bobby is an ass screw him I'd call him another slime but he's probably gonna have a redemption one way or another and I know it's gonna be good

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I didn't miss that Aunt Sue didn't promise him anything when he asked if she'll be there when he returns. This lady can see the future (tho idk if it extends to her own's) OH SHE'S GONNA BE DEAD...

The Liberty House is some kind of a conversion therapy esque kind of school? oh the mom and the bro is shitty fr SLIMES YOU ALL

Adam my skilled ghostbuster son🤲 (I've never watched ghostbuster) ((he's older than me))

I don't actually know if I can read through this estranged distant painful family drama (for Adam, screw his mom)

Ouu... That's a bit chilling. WORLD BUILDING... LORE... APOCALYPSE INCOMING...

Bob guy irritates me as he should. Excellent characterization! I want him eradicated!

Is this an insta-love trope um😭 not too fond of them but dhsgshjehd ill muster through...

Idk bob sending ur brother to something akin of a conversion therapy just because he had something akin of a mental illness (it's not mental illness it's magic though I'm sure with how it affected Adam that much it'd get him some) (even if it's mental illness, do you really send them off and never check up on them?...huh... Wait some people do that?😭)

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One thing that I thought in stories is, in this modern age of cameras and CCTV, there's no way strange occurrences can be kept hidden to the rest of the world. What do you mean reaper came in the form of human host that awoke when someone is gonna die? Wouldn't someone bat an eye for public death if a stranger suddenly grew and turned their pencil into a schyte... In the broad daylight? He'd be the killer, then! (technically not but also, that's how grim reaper reap souls?) but what if it's just an accepted normalcies... If so why is this guy Adam thought as if it's a hidden secrets only witches knows. This felt like a nitpick😭 im sure there's like an in-world answer idk why this one stucks lol

Also Adam is a witch that's good to know

OUUU time stopped for the mortal side. I see. I'm stupid.

Nitpicking is fun because I act like I'm a better writer than wrjtert who put love and sweat into their creation, in the product of their world building and lore. Im sorry😔 So the next nitpick is, does the non-mortal magic creatures speak English?

Oh their dead is a cheater AND a deadbeat I NEED HIM TO PERISH

Ok not a cheater (yet, idk)

Adam and Bobby seems OK-ish during their childhood who wanna bet it's something with their dad that made them estranged

Imagine waking up with a stranger memories damn Adam this is why you don't tether your life to another... ARE THEY BASICALLY SHARING A BRAIN NOW

That's some body horror right there like whatever you thought about the other guy knows too and nothing to hide or nothing to keep to yourself no personality whatsoever and also no individuality LIKE... Maybe it's good if they're like a good person but what if they're doing it to rob your bank account or steal whatever

So they're like fated mates now ok ig

Bob my even if you think sending your bro to a mental institute is "the best" thing to do, why haven't you reached out to him after, like all this time.

I like that Adam kept reminding Bob of how much he hated him, like yea deservedaushhshsushsh the elves are such cool creatures argent is a queen silver is a king and yes. What question? Uh, any. Yes.

This guy hasn't moved on from his ex😭 get over it smh

Bruh I though he's offering his own car lmaoo Adam you're such a menace and elves are car thiefs!!

Is this a meet-cute? I don't know if it's a meet-cute but I liked it. I'm eating. I'm thriving so much. Vics accepting magic just like that contrasting to how Adam's bro and mom denied it all his life😭 augshsh

WAIT THIS IS CUTE I'M SOLD.... WHO CARES IT ITS INSTA LOVE ITS INSTA CUTE and I love cute things except real people's. Real life kinda sucks. But this... This is soft and fluffy😭

Bobby's reluctance and Adam's attunement to magic reminds me of kids stories. I mean, like Peter Pan, maybe? I don't know, I haven't watched Peter Pan. Like this one kid movie about a kid that have monster friend in the forest. They're like a big monster doll. I forgot what the movie is called. Or like this one show where a kid (human, live action) can visit his animal friends (cartoon, animated). Or like Narnia. Um... What's my point. What I'm saying is that fantasy is just a temporary thing, and how kid grown out of them after they're an adult. Bobby wanted Adam to have a /normal/ live, despite magic and magical world present and real and exists. In a way, Adam is stuck on his affinity with magic (and partly that's because his family rejected it in the first place. When he's scared of it, they put him to therapist and give him drugs, diagnosing it of something he's not rather than listening, helping him in a way that would accepts him too.) and contrast that with Bobby who's just over all of it (partly because his father, deadbeat and abusive, also have an affinity to magic)

Vic is a cutie😭

Hm... Silver can't be Perak, can't he? W. DNDHSHS WTF. UM. UMMM.... WHAT IN THE TRANSLATION IS THIS. UM. Silver is literally Perak in Indonesian😭 like that's the word translation. UM.????

Ojh my god A LOT OF LORE DROPPED

Huh... Wait. That's weird. Silver is Argentum in Latin...😭 Okay, that's three. A pattern. What does this means. Does elves names themselves after a variation of the word 'Silver' in several languages. Is Silver and Argent the same person? WHAT IS HAPOENDJNG

So Perak is just a different guy and elves just named after Silvers ooooookay

Oh there is it is I have zero skills for implied clues haha😭

Bruh the King is mad stupid for locking the single practicioner left alive to fought the spirit😭 like my man that thing lolled elves and humans and there you have a guy willing to fight for it, and you locked him and your son because they had a thing in the past?

31----- AHHH soft soft and fluffy my heart is warm

I think I'll explode if Adam ended up with Silver, dont pursue the immortal/mortal angst PLEASEEE vic is good, no, GREAT even

Vicente... Dreamy

So all this time Bobby's doing is just an influence of a higher being? Aw that's strangely unfulfilling, now the groveling doesn't seem justified and I'm not excited for, if it'd happen, anymore. That's disappointing.

Surely Argent isn't going to be ded right..

This flashback is painful😭 I can sorta get why Bobby would send Adam to the house but really he's sending him for another years of hurt. Adam:( His dad is abusive. His mom is passive. And his brother no longer protects him.

Okay... So it's not necessarily a higher being puppeteering Bobby, sort of give him a way, leading him into it. That makes it better. Because what Bobby had done is still horrible.

AAH it ended. It's a HFN, definitely. And I'm... Why do I felt like I expected more of an ending? It doesn't really tie up a lot of loose knots. like his family problem (which is fair, since it's taken a lot of time.) I DID NOT SEE ANY GROVELLING, HMM? even the sorries felt lackluster like it's just unsaid and they just accepted it for what it is. Which is also fair, since they've been through a lot. but ALSO... the thing with Vic. Like... We don't even see him in the last chapter😭 and this guy Adam is going to go again to look for the warlock. UM. DO I READ THE SEQUELS...

Yes. Yea I will be. But I'll pace it out... I can do self-restraint (I can't)

#readingrams #white trash warlock

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chikaalien · 2 years ago

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Esto no es una entrada anti Sam, sino más bien un análisis muy breve sobre el pickme girl y como Sam es un gran ejemplo de eso

Por lo cual, no es halagador con ella

Hay dos cosas que vi recientemente: Danny Phantom y el significado del término Pick me girl.

El término pick me girl hace referencia a la chica que dice "Elígeme" "no soy como las demás chicas". Es la chica que a diferencia de las chicas "tontas y superficiales" o "huecas e interesadas" es una chica que actúa diferente al resto, que es culta e interesante, que entiende de deportes y videojuegos, que no le importa comer las calorías de más de unas hamburguesas.

Y luego está Danny Phantom, una serie en transmisión del 2004 al 2007 en EEUU y la cual siendo sincera, no ha envejecido bien. Ni por su creador (es un narcisista cultista), ni por sus personajes.

Para empezar y sin ahondar mucho, estos son adolescentes escritos en los 2000s y muy influenciados por los 90s, y créanme hay muchas cosas de las que actualmente somos conscientes de lo mal que están; como por ejemplo Danny metiéndose al baño de chicas, Tucker cosificando a chicas y aprovechándose de su vulnerabilidad, y Sam oh Sam, ay Sam.

Cuando era una niña, amaba a Sam, adoraba a Sam, era tan cool tan oscura, a veces quería sonar igual de culta que ella, podrían gustarme Ember o Desirée, pero era Sam la chica adolescente a la que podía aspirar ser.

Pero (y por si acaso no ha quedado claro) lamento decir que mi querida y ex favorita Sam es nada más y nada menos que una pick me girl y a continuación explicaré porqué:

-Sam desprecia totalmente a todas las chicas, desde la superficial de Pauina hasta la bien intencionada Jazz, no hay ninguna chica a quién no considere indeseable, ni siquiera después de trabajar con Jazz llega a respetarla por completo -Es una genio de los videojuegos y una atleta impresionante, Sam no pierde el tiempo en maquillaje y música comercial, está muy ocupada siendo una chica que es muy pro en los videojuegos. -No tiene ninguna amigA y siendo sincera creo que es porque ninguna de las chicas aceptaría el ambiente hostil donde cada desición que tome no la complazca -Apuntando al punto anterior es una chica entre dos amigos varones, que son bastantes cuestionables en varios puntos pero sobre todo en su cosificación de las mujeres, tanto que Sam no era considerada como una como para que pudieran respetarla, aunque a veces ella reclamara esto no es tan seguido como quisiera

Hay otros puntos cuestionables que tengo con respecto a este personaje (que actualmente me parece más una whitexican "good vibes" que una activista vegana), pero eso es un tema para otro dia. ¿La sigo quieriendo? sí, pero por pura nostalgia, mi nueva favorita es Jazz. Tampoco busco crucificrla porque para mi el pick me girl es una fase que por la heteronormatividad y el amor romántico pasamos muchas, que conlleva una rivalidad que no debería existir, pero ya es decisión y la madurez de cada una el seguir ahí o admitir que realmente ser como las otras chicas no es malo y te aleja de una vida solitaria y hasta peligrosa.

#analisis #pick me girl #danny phantom #sam manson #fanart #reflexion #my art #oh #wait #oh wait I can understand and probably write basic english #uhmm yeah #but i dont wanna #spanish is probably a language of conquerors #but english isnt the native language of america #coffcoff imperialstlanguage coffcoff

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multifariousqueer · 3 years ago

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Precautions and Passings| Shurix Reader

Pairing: Shuri x scarlettwitch!reader

A/n: Hey guys! I’ve wanted to write something like this for a while now and the fact that I did is really just crazy to me. Request what else you’d like to see. This pic is dark asf and probably the darkest thing I've ever written. Also I didn't proofread this so if their are errors anywhere...ignore them?

Summary: Grief takes a toll on all of us doesn’t it?

Word Count: 2.6k(it's a long one ik)

Warnings: ANGST OMG SO MUCH ANGST, death, m!rder, the dark hold, some suggestive undertones, explicit language, fluff, time jumps, dark!Shurixdark!reader

10 years ago:

“It’s so fascinating, her powers are unlike something I’ve ever seen before.”- Shuri said

“Is she a threat or not?” The elders asked.

“If we don’t play our cards right, yes. She has the power to create and destroy realities and universes including our own anytime.” Shuri answered.

“Bast have mercy on all of us” The elder of the merchant tribe said.

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You had met Shuri during a mission when your lip revealed that you were part wakandan. T’challa saw this and immediately took you back to Wakanda where Shuri was there waiting to run tests on you. She spoke so confidently and moved like she knew what and where everything was. Even though you practically had the powers of a God, you were still intimidated and afraid but you had to put on a facade and pretend you too knew everything.

“Do you speek Xhosa?” Shuri asked.

“Barely. Do you speak English?” You answered.

“Barely.” She smirked.

“Oh. Well um-” You started but you were immediately interrupted.

“I’m kidding. I guess your kind doesn’t understand basic humor?” She said.

“What do you mean “my kind”?” You said, sitting up and attempting to cross your arms but it seemed you were in some type of restraint.

“Just a precaution. We don’t know your power capabilities yet and we didn’t want you to lash out.” Shuri answered

“It’s okay.” You said, half insulted and half curious as to how they made restraints strong enough to hold you.

“So… from looking at your file, it appears a meteorite hit your house filled with some sort of substance that we don’t have in our records and it gave you your powers. Is that correct?” Shuri asked.

“Who am I kidding, it is correct” Shuri answered her own question.

“Well actually if you would’ve shut up and let me talk, you would know that while yes the basic information is correct, the ‘substance’ was actually a glowing red rock and the meteorite that hit my house, killed my parents and when i tried to go to the funeral…” You trailed off, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” Shuri said looking down.

“It’s fine.” You said looking down at the floor. You tried to fiddle with your powers but immediately heard an alarm and a shock flew through your body.

“Just a precaution?” You smirked at Shuri

You could tell she felt a bit embarrassed but she called off the alarm.

“We would like you to stay in Wakanda for a bit longer, just to keep you safe and run some more tests.” Shuri spoke.’

“Do I have an option to object?” You asked with a smirk

“No,” Shuri said, walking away.

“Get her set up in the reformative program” She spoke in her native language and left you alone on the table.

2 years later

It had been 1 year since you and Shuri made it official that you were dating. You were in her lab when you overheard T’challa talking about Thanos coming to Wakanda in search of the infinity stones and Vision coming to get it extracted by Shuri. It was bittersweet when you saw the avengers, of course these people practically raised you but at the same time, they gave you up so easily. You knew that this was bigger than you however so you prepared to fight and protect Shuri and Wakanda at all costs.

“I’ll stay by you, sthandwa.” you said to Shuri.

“Your Xhosa is getting better my love.” Shuri said to you.

“Thank you. I can now hold a basic conversation about the weather.” You chuckled

“And ask where the bathroom is,” Shuri laughed back.

You just smiled and looked at her for a moment.

“Are you okay?” She said

“I’m perfect, why?” You asked

Shuri had opened her mouth but was interrupted by the avengers waking in and Vision sitting on the table. You stayed with Shuri even after Thanos invaded Wakanda and fought off one of Thanos’ goons but in the end, it was too late. Vision had left the table and Shuri was injured. You stayed with her, healing her with your powers and asking her if she was okay.

“I’m fine it’s just,” She trailed off

“If it’s about Vision, I’ll go get him.” You said getting up

“No no it’s too late, the stone reverted back to its original state in his head, all that we can do now is hope that Thanos gets defeated or at least, doesn’t win” Shuri said.

You put your forehead against hers and you held her hand. You heard Thor scream out “WHAT DID YOU DO?” to Thanos and that’s how you knew that you were in the Endgame now.

You saw Shuri fade to dust and shortly after, you did too.

6 years later

“I now pronounce you wife and wife.” The officiant said.

You and Shuri had decided to get married after the blip. It made both of you realize how much you loved eachother and how much you needed eachother.

You smiled at how beautiful your Shuri looked and she smiled at how beautiful you looked. You kissed and she practically picked you up off of the ground. The ceremony was certainly grand because of the fact that you married a literal princess. Everyone danced and sang happy cheers for you and Shuri. There wasn’t a point in which you and Shuri weren’t smiling or laughing. You kept the tradition of the dance between you and Shuri so you slow danced to a song that had meaning to the both of you. It was the song you played while cleaning your room when Shuri walked in during the first night of your stay in Wakanda.

“I like this song. It has a nice beat.” Shuri said.

“The beat is one of my favorite parts of the song.” You said.

You laughed and took off your dress with your magic and let your hair down. You undid Shuri’s dress in one swipe of your hand and kissed her forehead before pulling Shuri closer to you.

“Mmmmm we haven’t consummated our marriage yet you know?” Shuri smirked.

“That’s about to change.” You said, waving your hand to turn off the lights and move you both to the bed.

When you woke up the next morning, you kissed Shuri’s forehead and rested your chin on her head. Your heartbeats were beating in sync and your legs still were entangled together from last night. She woke up and lightly kissed you on the lips before Griot alerted you both of you.

“Princess, T’challa’s vitals are incredibly low and he is not doing well.” Griot said.

“What??” Shuri jumped out of bed and threw on her robe.

“I don’t understand, he was moving just fine yesterday and everything was fine, what happened?” Shuri shouted to her frenzied staff.

“It doesn’t matter, find me the solution to recreating the heart-shaped herb from the fibers in this piece of vibranium.”

“Yes princess.” They said, running around

You sat beside T’challa’s bedside and held his hand. You attempted to heal him of the illness but it was too deep to fix. You held his hand to the very end and spoke to him.

“It's okay, you can rest now. I’ll take care of Shuri.” You said kissing his forehead.

You cried with Shuri when he passed and walked beside her at the funeral. You made sure she had your full love and support at this time. The Queen appreciated you being there and you used your powers in any way you could. You felt heartbroken that you couldn’t heal him or heal Shuri’s sadness but you could only do so much.

1 year later

Shuri had been in her lab for 3 days now. She wasn’t taking breaks like she used to and was pulling more all nighters. You knew why so you just held her hand through all of the pain and let her do whatever she needed to do.

“Hey I made you breakfast.” You said taking her dishes from last night’s dinner. It was picked over and barely touched despite you making her favorite dish.

“Didn’t you just make me a meal?” Shuri asked.

“That was dinner, honey it’s breakfast time. It’s 9:00 so you’ve been down here since Sunday.”

“I KNOW THAT Y/N. AND I’D APPRECIATE IF INSTEAD OF DIRTYING UP MY SPACE YOU WOULD JUST LEAVE.” Shuri shouted

“I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’VE BEEN DOWN HERE FOR THIS LONG, I HAVE NEEDS TO YOU KNOW. AND INSTEAD OF PUSHING YOU TO BE PRODUCTIVE, I’VE BEEN LETTING YOU DO WHATEVER YOU NEED TO GRIEVE SO BE CUT ME SOME FUCKING SLACK.” You screamed, levitating off of the ground and your powers coming out of your hands.

“OF COURSE YOU HAVE FUCKING NEEDS BECAUSE THAT’S ALL YOU TALK ABOUT.” Shuri shouted back.

“I JUST WANT MY WIFE BACK.” You cried.

“SHES DEAD. SHE DIED WITH HIM” Shuri sobbed

You hugged each other and sobbed. This was the part of grief and loss no one talks about; the part that makes you indulge in destructive habits and hurt the little family you still have. Shuri never meant to hurt you and you knew that but it was still painful when she would lash out. You got up and took her with you. You went up to the shower and cleaned her up a bit. She was still the most beautiful person you had ever met, despite the depression setting in. You got her in her favorite t-shirt of yours and put her in the bed. You laid beside her and cuddled her in as close as possible:

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. And I’m sorry for not making that clear enough and I’m sorry for everything I haven’t done for you…” Shuri trailed off. Her voice shook a bit and you could tell she was crying.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay. We’re struggling right now, we’re both grieving and that’s okay. Let’s just take it one day at a time.” You said softly

“Okay, sthandwa” Shuri said.

4 days later

“What do you mean my wife was kidnapped??” You screamed at Okoye.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I tried to get her back but they had superhuman stren-” Okoye excused

“THAT’S NOT AN EXCUSE. THAT’S MY WIFE AND I DON’T KNOW IF SHES DEAD OR ALIVE.” You screamed with tears in your eyes.

“You know what? Where was she taken? I’ll find her and murder their entire empire in one day.” You said.

“Y/n I know that you’re scared and I am too but attacking everyone in an attempt to find Shuri is not wise.” The Queen tried to advise

“I DON’T CARE. I WILL FIND MY WIFE AND BRING HER HOME SAFE NO MATTER WHAT. Because you clearly couldn’t” You said looking at Okoye, flying past her and suiting up.

You saw into Shuri’s mind using the darkhold and found where she was being kept. You teleported to the location which was underwater and saw Shuri with some girl. One of the blue people holding your beloved captive, put a knife to her neck.

“I’ll kill her.” The blue person said

“You don’t wanna know what I’ll do to get her back. Let her go and I’ll speak to your leader because you clearly aren’t the one in charge here.” You said.

“You killed her.” The blue person said holding the knife closer to Shuri’s neck drawing a bit of blood.

You teleported behind the blue lady and stabbed her through the torso. She fell to the ground and let Shuri go:

“Let’s go. Now.” You said

“Y/n you don’t understand, this will mean war.”

“I will wipe out these blueberries with one swipe of my hand, Let’s. Go” You said.

“Wait-” Shuri said.

You pulled her away and teleported back to the palace in front of the Queen. The Queen thanked you profusely and hugged Shuri for what seemed to be a fortnight.

“Thank you, Y/n. “ The Queen said through tears.

“It was no trouble at all.” You said.

Shuri and Aneka made a break for her lab and you made a break for the room in which you kept the darkhold. If what Shuri said about the blueberries starting a war was true, you had to be prepared. You saw through Shuri’s eyes that she was prepping technology when you sensed something was off. You knew that they were there and ready.

You fought and killed as many Talokans as you could when you heard Shuri’s scream. You rushed over to see her screaming for her mother as her lifeless body was laying on the water soaked throne room. You held Shuri and sobbed against her as you reflected on the last interaction you had with The Queen.

2 days later

You had stood by Shuri for the second time in the past 2 years in a funeral setting. You held her hand and watched as she prepared to kill the man responsible for her mothers death. You helped in any way you could, employing the help of the darkhold through it all and watching as your wife turned into the thing she resented the most. You watched as she turned into the black panther and prepared the warriors of Wakanda to get ready to execute her plan of attack. While you admit the suit looked good on her, you couldn’t help but notice the shocking resemblance to Killmonger’s suit. Deep down, you knew who she saw in the ancestral plane and you knew why she saw him. You knew everything that she thought she was a mastermind of hiding; you knew the burning feeling of revenge coursing through her veins and her master plan to execute her plan and almost drive the Talokans to extinction. Your fingertips hadn’t turned black from the book yet so you thought you were in the clear. Shuri hadn’t seemed to notice you were employing the help of dark magic at all; you expected this because she hardly paid attention to the little things anymore. Shuri was always a terse and broad person but the past 2 years she had become more of a “bigger picture” person. If it wasn’t directly in her face, she didn’t care.

You had fought off as many of the Talokans as you could. You killed more of them then people you ever met in your life. But still, despite these efforts they kept coming; they were like a cerberus. You cut off one head, another 4 pop up in it’s place. You must’ve killed off half of their army when you saw Shuri and Namor come over the boat. You were proud of Shuri for not resorting to murder and for being the bigger person. Shuri and you both went home and got cleaned up and went to sleep together for the first time in weeks.

4 days later

Shuri had insisted you both go on a walk around Wakanda and check on some of the families affected by the attack. You happily obliged since this was the first time she had offered up an outing in years. You two journeyed away into the forest when you both swung each other around and before you knew it, she was on top of you:

“How did I get so lucky?” She had asked you

“I ask myself that everyday” You smiled.

She leaned in for a kiss when a portal suddenly appeared:

“Y/n L/n?” The man asked

“Who’s asking?” You said, slightly frightened and slightly pissed that you were being interrupted.

“Stephen Strange. We need to have a talk about the darkhold.”

#mcu shuri #shuri #shuri black panther #shuriangst #shuri x reader #shurixscarlettwitch!reader #shuri headcannons #black panther #black panther 2 #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #angst #shuri smut #foryou

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rabidkoalasinmybloodstream · 3 years ago

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i’m about to go into a lot of details about

Draco Malfoy and the English-Speaking Conundrum

(read til the end for ✨headcanons✨)

so, just in case you, reader, are unaware of the universal truth about the harry potter series: draco malfoy’s first language is french, and he has an accent.

now, into his childhood.

(i headcanon that draco, blaise, pansy, and theo we’re friends since birth because of their parents’ friendship)

i do think that there was like magical primary school that probably has writing and math and science behind magic classes and stuff, and blaise, pansy and theo went to it, but draco was homeschooled (and that’s why he has the social skills of a frozen mango), and until he was ten his parents decided that he would go to beauxbatons because he literally speaks no english.

blaise is fluent in french (but not as fluent as draco; like sometimes conjugates verbs wrong, or doesn’t understand slang, etc), theo understands most french, but not all; not fluent, but still speaks enough french to, like, talk to draco, and pansy understands the least amount of french. when the four of them were especially little kids, blaise/theo often had to translate french/english to pansy/draco.

so anyway, when draco is ten he tells his parents that he doesn’t want to go to beauxbatons because he’ll have no friends there, and—as said previously—he doesn’t know how to socialize. so his parents are like “oh sure why not, there’s only the issue of you not speaking any english at all.” and it takes lots of convincing, but eventually lucius and narcissa are like “okay whatever you’ll learn english” and anyway, snape works there, and he speaks french so at least there’s that.

so draco starts learning english, and it’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to, especially considering he has basically no time to do it.

so he goes to hogwarts, and he speaks such broken english with such a heavy accent that only blaise, theo, and pansy can (most of the time) decipher what he’s trying to say when he speaks english. of course being surrounded by only english-speaking people helps him learn faster, but he is still very not-fluent, and has to enchant a quill to write down everything the professors say in french so he can go over his “notes” later.

(i say “notes” because, can you really call them just notes if it’s word-for-word what the professors said?)

so it takes until he’s about thirteen for draco to get good enough at english to be understandable to everybody, but he still has a reeeeeeeeally heavy accent, and still speaks pretty broken english. but it’s getting better.

reading in english really helped. he often read in french, because, like, reading is fun. it’s not fun if it takes him five minutes to read half a page, but, whatever. blaise convinces him to start reading not very big books in english, and that’s what got draco to make faster progress.

“i told you this was a good idea!” “yeah, yeah. i still barely speak this langue folle, though, you blaireau.”

(crazy language; asshole)

blaise, pansy and theo were instructed by lucius and narcissa to speak to draco in english as often as possible, but they do know that sometimes it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they let draco speak his language. especially when he’s, like, upset or stressed out and stuff.

here’s a brief list of some, not all, things draco does in french: swear, insult people, talk to his mother, study (most of the time; woe betide him if he gets caught. “we sent you to hogwarts so that you would learn english. can you do that, or is it too hard for you?”—as lucius so lovingly puts it), rant/ramble, and read novels/read for pleasure.

and now—the moment we’ve all (or at least i have) been waiting for…

French Draco Headcanons!

sometimes gets confused when insulting potter people in english, because directly translating a many french insults into english doesn’t really work, so—needless to say—it’s extremely confusing when one who doesn’t speak french is angrily called a “badger,” or get told to “break yourself!”

when doing oral presentations (if that happened at hogwarts?) draco always chose blaise as a partner since he knew the most french and, especially in the earlier years, could help with translations, and since draco wasn’t the best at english and his grammar wasn’t very good and sounding things out was really hard, people would laugh and blaise would—for want of a better phrase—hex their balls off.

(personally i’m a very avid draco x blaise shipper, but you can imagine this with anyone) when kissing or… um… being intimate, draco often *ahem* exclaims in french, and. uh. wow. hot.

says french insults in a nice voice, so people think it’s some sort of affectionate nickname

so, draco is an amazing singer in any language, but holy god. hearing draco malfoy sing in french isn’t something you’ll be able to do often, but when you do, you’ll never want it to stop.

scorpius speaks french just as fluently as draco

SPEAKING OF SCORPIUS. draco most definitely sang him french lullabies when he was a baby

calls scorpius and blaise his lover various french terms of affection

scorpius and draco watch french soap operas together (“that show is brainless,” as blaise so lovingly puts it. “at least it’s interesting!” draco retaliates. “you and your muggle sports! tell me, what’s so fascinating about watching seven people take a ball from one side of a field to the other.” “if you’re talking about football, there’s eleven players on a team.” “that’s beside the point!”)

you will not convince me that draco doesn’t write blaise his lover poems in french. don’t even try to tell me that draco malfoy—that over-the-top posh bastard—isn’t a writer. he definitely writes books as a side-job to being potions professor and has a couple fictions and a couple books of poetry. like it’s basically a fact.

his favourite song is “les champs-élysées” which he sang to scorpius when he was a baby, and—to this day—frequently mumbles it to himself absentmindedly

feel free to add more, and thank you for reading:)

#slytherin headcanons #draco malfoy headcanon #blaise x draco #french draco malfoy #draco×blaise #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #slytherin headcanon #headcanons #harry potter headcanon #headcanon #hp fandom #harry potter #wizarding world #i do not support jkr #fuck jkr #anti jkr

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achillieus · 4 years ago

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let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, sebastian desperately needs to hug the reader, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning

(pinterest inspired board)

part: 1/6

(other parts) (masterlist)

The day it happened, it wasn't a significant meeting at all, you barely even talked. In fact, when he opened the door of your neighbor’s flat that day with a beer in his right hand and his hair messy, he didn't have any effect on you. You always knew that living next to a director meant that sooner or later you’d bump into the pretty faces of well-known people. Sure, you didn’t expect them to be Hollywood actors like him, but to say you were starstruck by the man, would be the overstatement of the year.

The building you’ve lived in for the last three years has five floors; you live in the 4th, he lives in the 5th. He’s a quiet person, usually spending his evenings out of his apartment. You’ve talked sometimes, about the weather and the weird lady that lives in the 1st floor. You’ve never told him you find his directing style a little pretentious.

You’ve never been to his place until that annoyingly warm August evening, when you find a white button up shirt on your balcony. You can clearly see more clothing when you look up and you’re certain the item you’re holding belongs to him.

He’s not there though. Instead you find a different face behind the door. Lighter eyes and darker hair. The man in front of you is definitely younger than the director. You don’t bother to notice what he’s wearing.

“Can I help you?” His voice is deeper than you expected. Stronger, with a touch of European accent. The sound of English surprises you at first but soon you realize he must be another foreign coworker that came to visit your neighbor

“No, I just think Argyris dropped this and it ended up on my floor.”

He looks at you and then at the shirt, in your hands.

Then he says “Sure, I’ll take it.”

“Okay.”

Then it ends. He doesn’t even ask your name. You don’t have to ask his. You figure out, as soon as you walk down the stairs, that it’s Sebastian Stan that you just talked to.

And while being a big fan of marvel movies, you think nothing special of him at first. You just wonder how a mostly unknown director from Greece got an actor like Sebastian to come here so they can work together. It makes no sense to you, but you forget it when your phone starts ringing.

It would’ve been easier if you never saw him again, yet you do. You see him trying to understand what the old lady from the first floor is trying to tell him. You already know. The elevator is not working. The next day you see him walking up the stairs.

You exchange a quick hello, how are you and then off you both go.

The same night Argyris invites you to have a drink with them in the terrace. Part of you wants to just stay in bed and binge watch some Sherlock episodes. Part of you already thinks of what to wear.

There are around ten people there when you show up. They’re all sitting down in huge pillows drinking and talking loudly. You don’t know most of them.

You sit next to a blonde girl, across from Sebastian. This time you notice he’s wearing a plain black shirt and holds a glass of whiskey.

You don’t share any direct conversations but you learn that he’s afraid of growing old and that he thinks Taxi Driver is one fucking masterpiece, as he says.

When you mention that you’re probably the least artistic person in the room right now, you hear him laugh.

A curly haired woman starts dancing with him at some point. You decide he’s not a good dancer.

He leaves the same time you do, following you down the stairs.

“I thought you live here.” You say when he doesn’t stop at the floor you expect him to.

“Ah no, I stay at a hotel near the centre.”

He keeps talking about his suite until you reach your door.

You part in a blur, with a short goodbye.

He still doesn’t ask for your name.

It makes you feel genuinely offended.

Two days after, he is the farthest thing from your mind, until you find him sitting in front of your door, his eyes roaming the place with despair. And then he sees you.

“Ah finally you are here.” He starts casually. “Thank god.”

You just nod.

“Argyris told me to wait for him with you. We had a meeting but he got stuck in traffic.”

You give him a look.

“He said you’re always at home so you won’t mind.”

Ouch. Yeah sure, your social life wasn’t something to brag about but for some reason the way Sebastian said it, it sounded like an insult.

“Okay, come in.” You shrug, clearly not feeling comfortable and turn around to unlock the door.

You hear him call your name. You thought he didn’t know.

“Yes?”

He offers you an easy smile. “Thank you.”

Sitting in your couch he’s eyeing the entire room, while you put some groceries in the fridge.

“Argyris says you’re a great girl.” He clears his throat. “But he thinks you’re too quiet for your own good.”

You look at him, your eyes flicking up and down his face.

“And from what I can tell, he’s right.” You hear him laugh.

It felt weird to see him laugh while he was leaning back at your cozy pillow. He had entered your life so suddenly you didn’t even have time to react to it.

“I’m sorry but I barely know you.” Your words are sharp. He sits up.

“Okay then let’s get to know each other, what’s your favorite Disney princess?”

Defeated, you laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, this is an important question.”

You wait for him to crack up but then you remember he’s an actor.

“I don’t know.” You think for a second. “Mulan?”

“Oh my god. Mulan is amazing.” You smile at him. “My favorite is Jasmine, she’s just so badass.”

You share your favorites that day, having almost nothing in common rather than your everlast love for animated movies and buttered popcorn.

When it’s time for him to leave, he stops and looks at you in the eye.

“You should talk more often.”

You stare at him with confusion. “I talk,” you raise your eyebrows. “When I have something to say.”

“Good.” he says, still looking.

Later in the evening, you’re eating some yoghurt when he comes knocking on your door.

He’s different. The white tank top he was wearing this morning is replaced with a dark shirt and his face looks tired. You assume they’ve been working since he went upstairs.

“Hiii”, he says dragging the i, “Am I interrupting anything?”

You desperately want to nod. You want to tell him that you were doing the most exciting thing in the world, before he came but you were never a good liar.

So you just tilt your head and take a step back.

That’s when he enters and is met with some loud rock music blaring from your laptop.

“You like AC/DC?” he asks, almost wide-eyed.

“Well, I can tell it’s them when I hear their stuff.” For the first time that day, he seems to be in loss of words. “Why are you so surprised?”

He sits in the same spot in the couch as earlier and laughs.

“I just didn’t take you for the kind of girl who likes this music.” It’s your turn to laugh.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Quiet girl who loves animated films and eats kids’ yoghurt” he looks at the carton in your kitchen table, “and also likes metal music? Doesn’t add up.”

“We’ve basically just met; you shouldn’t make assumptions about me.”

“Fair enough.” He sits back, fidgeting with his fingers.

You take some time just looking at him

There was a certain vibe about that man that made you wonder how it’d feel to cruise down a dessert highway in a convertible mustang with him. In the summer. With him wearing that white tank top.

The color of strawberries emerges at your cheeks just at the thought of it.

You wish he doesn’t notice.

You’re glad to find him looking the other way, before he speaks up.

“We’re going out tonight.” His voice is warm now. “Argyris says you should come along, even though I’m quite sure there’s no hardcore music where we’re going.” He laughs again.

I can’t. You almost say. But then anxiety slips away from you and out of sudden you want him to stop being so freaking arrogant, going around and acting like he knows exactly what kind of person you are.

He thinks you’ll say no. You can see it in his eyes.

“Sure, when should I be ready?” you say, surprising both of you.

He looks at you for some time and then trying to hide whatever he was thinking he says the first thing on his mind.

“How old are you?” He sounds pitiful. He knows. He wishes he could hit a wall; with his head.

“Twenty-one.” His eyes scan yours, unsure of what they’re looking for. “Why?”

“No reason.”

He inhales deep.

You try to blink. You’re at a party in a little bar you’ve never been before and a lot of people are wearing black. Alcohol. You can still taste it on the back of your tongue. You don’t remember how you end up pressed against a dark skinned man, but you can tell he smells of cigarettes and despair.

You sway your body to the beat, close your eyes. Breath in. And out. You think the music deafens you for a second but you open your lids and see Sebastian and he’s watching you, unashamed.

He’s not that far, though it feels like it with countless bodies in the way. The music melts. His gaze is almost angelic. Or devious. You can’t really tell.

He’s dancing with that curly haired woman again. You wonder how intimate their relationship is.

The red neon lights make his skin glisten. His muscles move divinely. It makes you think there’s an entire world inside him, his flesh barely keeping it hidden. Out of sudden you get the urge to walk towards him. You want to see him up close under this dim lighting. But you don’t move.

The man that’s groping your waist asks for your name. You tell him you need to flee. He doesn’t understand.

You sit outside with the sweet summer breeze touching your bare arms. The bass of the music in the background syncs with the beating of your heart. You can feel your ribs grow with every breath you take. Until you stop breathing because the door opens and his eyes suffocate you.

You can’t fathom the effect he has on you. He was a pretty face on screen some days ago. But right now he steals distance and stays near you.

You don’t look his way. He doesn’t say a word. Nicotine and smoke surround you as he exhales. His fingers hold the cigarette butt with care.

“Do you want some?”

You turn to look at him.

“I don’t smoke.” He laughs.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t want some.”

You want to know if his breath has the taste of sulfur. You want to pretend it’s the alcohol or the loud music that makes your head hurt.

“What’s the best part of being an actor?” The blue in his eyes glows.

There’s silence but he seems to be thinking about it.

“Do you ever feel things too much?” He says, his voice hoarse. “I mean, when you feel something so intensely it becomes a part of who you are.”

You nod. You understand.

“Acting allows you to let go of these feelings,” he starts. “You share the burden with the audience until it becomes light and you can hold it again.”

You look at him, shaking your head.

“I don’t think I could that,” you close your eyes. “I don’t think I could share what I feel so easily.”

He stands up. The wind hits you again.

“A lot people can’t. That’s why everyone is heartbroken,” he takes a breath, “Feelings eat us raw.”

You both go to bed alone that night. Tomorrow there is a hole next to you.

the morning after, search history

(02:45 PM) hangover recovery

(03:00 PM) best food after a hangover

(03:10 PM) sebastian stan

(03:30 PM) sebastian stan girlfriend

(06:00 PM) xanax side effects

You follow him on Instagram. He doesn’t follow you back. You remember he probably gets tons of followers every day and decide not to let it bother you. Instead you study for the exams of the following month.

The subject of your studies doesn’t interest you. Another poor decision you made under pressure. Sometimes you feel as if your life is borrowed from someone else. Sometimes you feel as if you haven’t found your home yet.

Feelings eat us raw.

His girlfriend looks beautiful in the pictures you find online. The media isn’t certain if they’re still together but you like to think so. It makes it easier to avoid him.

But the universe seems to be oblivious to your thoughts and you see him that same day. You’re taking the garbage out and he’s coming down from the top floor. You meet in the elevator.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” his eyes are smiling as he talks “you looked kinda drunk last night.”

You fidget with the hem of the bag you’re holding.

“I wasn’t drunk.” You notice he’s growing some stubble. You’re not sure you like it.

“Whatever you say, doll.” You bite your cheek trying to devour any sign that might give away how his words make you flinch.

He turns his body a little so now you’re facing each other. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty in a way that doesn’t hurt. You try not to stare at him, but you fail sometimes. You’ve never noticed how slow the elevator moves until you want to get out. You can’t stand being so close to him for much longer.

He’s an arrogant rich actor who loves Disney and smokes a lot, you think. I have no reason to be affected by him.

“Ah! Argyris said we’re leaving for the weekend.” You eye him curiously. “He wants to show us some small villages in the south. He thinks we should get to know the country a little more before we start.”

You’re stunned by your neighbor’s dedication to his work. Sometimes you wish you had something you could be passionate about too. Sometimes you think you’re never going to find it.

“That’s great. I’m sure you’ll like it.” You give him a smile.

He leans his back at the wall. The elevator stops. Finally.

“I like your eyes.” You grab tight onto the bag. “But they don’t smile when you do.”

He opens the door and he’s gone.

They tell you that it’s fun to meet a famous person. They tell you, you can ask for a photo and a hug. They tell you celebrities don’t talk a lot but that doesn’t mean they’re rude.

But he’s not like that.

He’s fire. He’s burning heat and scorching flames. His words are his thoughts; raw. You don’t like it.

late night search history

(00:38 AM) blue valentine movie soundtrack

(01:15 AM) is sebastian stan a bad person

(01:30 AM) acting classes for amateurs

(01:50 AM) cheap leather boots

(02:10 AM) sebastian stan eyes

You find it annoying; how he’s present even when you’re alone.

Thankfully he’s leaving for the weekend, you think.

The weekend, however, is two days away.

You think you can get away without seeing him. And you do. Until it’s late at night again. And they’re all upstairs with music so loud you’re certain the lady on the first floor is going to be rude about it in the morning.

The music tempo has you unaffected. All you think about is if he’s dancing with that woman again.

He’s such a bad dancer, he should not be dancing.

There’s a subtle knock on your door. You know it’s him. You hope you’re wrong.

“Do you feel like dancing?” His face is all flustered. It’s a good look on him.

“You can’t come knocking on my door at 2 AM and ask me to dance.” His gaze is filled with confusion.

“So you don’t feel like dancing?” You roll your eyes. He notices.

“That’s not the point Sebastian.” It’s the first time you call him by his name. You let it slip away slowly, testing the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

He takes a step closer. You are suddenly aware of your pyjama shorts and your exposed skin.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to irritate you.” His eyes are the cliché blue of the sky. “I just thought you might want to dance, that’s all.”

Suddenly you feel guilty and embarrassed. He’s oblivious to it.

For a moment you feel his eyes linger on you. It feels surreal.

You nod at him.

He’s ready to say something when Argyris comes down the stairs, his shirt slightly unbuttoned.

“Ah man, I thought you got lost or something.” You lower your eyes. “Stop messing with the poor girl. People are looking for you.”

He throws a smile at you and Sebastian takes a quick breath.

“People are always looking for me.”

He gives away that he’s carrying a burden. Your expression softens. But then you look at Argyris and you see he doesn’t really pay attention to these words.

You share a quick look before you’re there standing alone at your doorstep, trying to grasp the idea of him.

When you wake up you feel like running. You can’t fathom where the feeling comes from but it starts like a liquid running down your veins and soon you can’t stay in bed even for a second.

Feelings eat us raw. Only if you let them.

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teshine · 4 years ago

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Bnha boys as your tutor ♡

w/ bakugou, kirishima, deku, sero, & shinsou!

summary: basically just you asking your boyfriend to tutor you on some subjects

tw: none! just fluff!

Bakugou

I feel like the first few times he'd try his best to be calm with you

he surprisingly explains really well.

having a hard time with math? in 5 minutes span you'll get it right away with his thorough explanations.

although, after a few sessions, he'd probably flick you in the forehead when you make a mistake.

"Hg is the chemical symbol of which element?"

"...hassiu-"

*flick*

"AH- KATSUKI."

"wrong. it's Mercury."

will grin like an idiot and probably tease you for not getting an 'easy question' right.

despite being flicked he'll still make it up to you though. he'd give you cuddles and kisses / rubs your probably red forehead afterwards.

Kirishima

would have a hard time explaining some lessons here and there,

but he's trying his best! just bare with him!

is a very very patient person.

he makes sure you're comfortable enough to ask him questions without feeling bad / guilty.

he's definitely the type that would give you a quick peck on the lips with every right answer!!! you can't tell me otherwise.

however if you do make a mistake, don't worry, he'd motivate, and hype you up!!

"its alright babe! this lesson isn't the easiest, but I know you've got this!"

"that's totally fine! we all make mistakes!"

just the sweetest tutor in general

Midoriya

oh honey, he doesn't even need to explain too much to you,

he'll simply just hand his notebook to you with all the notes he has written for that specific subject.

notes are ON POINT.

he writes them so well, it looks like he had every single detail of the lesson jotted down.

I'd like to think he'd have little scribbles or decorations on the side of the pages, which makes you smile to yourself.

"angel, what are you smiling at?"

"this small drawing of all might is just really cute"

"o-oh t-thanks" cue his red ass face

but if you did struggle to understand a lesson, he won't hesitate to help.

just don't be surprised if he ends up muttering to himself lol.

Sero

I think would be the type to feed you snacks while he tutors you.

bc he apparently didn't want you to think with an empty stomach.

he'd feed you one chip at a time, smiling with how cute your cheeks look munching on your favorite snack.

would probably be good at explaining lessons too, especially English.

at times he'd try to poke your cheeks incase you get a bit bored.

"sero I swear if you do that one more time i'll-"

"you'll what, princess? your pout was too cute, couldn't help but poke ya"

he'd grin and poke you more till he eventually starts a tickle fight between y'all.

a little break from tutoring wouldn't hurt right?

Shinsou

why do I have feeling he'd fall asleep atleast 4 times whilst helping you 😭

his voice would be groggy and sleepy while teaching.

probably has like, a container full of highlighters.

will insist that you use them so you'd have less trouble with notes.

let's be real here, at some point he'd probably drag you to bed with him saying you needed some rest.

"but babe, we still have like, 3 lessons left" you pout.

"yeah, no. that can wait, let's rest for atleast a bit."

just know that by 'a bit' he meant the whole afternoon.

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xiaojusaur · 4 years ago

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7 Minutes in Heaven

Pairing: Friends to Lovers! Hendery x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Comedy

Warnings: car sex, fingering, squirting, dirty talking, multiple orgasms, mentions of masturbation, mentions of alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 6K

Description: Hendery was the new guy in class who didn’t know how to talk English well, that’s how you first start talking and then became good friends. You had a crush on him, but he didn’t know. Everything changed at a frat party; you shouldn’t have played 7 minutes in heaven with your friend.

You were accustomed to arrive early to the classroom because there was a certain desk you liked, plus you didn’t like being either too close or too far to the professor. Sometimes you really didn’t feel like paying attention, and today was one of those days.

On the way, you met with your best friend, but you couldn’t enroll in the same classes this semester, so she had to leave quickly.

When you got to the classroom, there was a new face and he was sitting on your favorite place. The shock froze you in place, he hadn’t noticed you were there as he was writing something down on his notebook and his dark mane was covering his face.

You decided to be nice and just sit on the desk on his left. When he was aware of your presence, he turned his head to you, your eyes meeting when you raised your glance. You smiled and he smiled back. He was cute. You both kept quiet until the rest of the classmates and the professor arrived.

“Class! We have a new student with us! Hendery, please say hello!” Your professor introduced the new guy to your right. He waved shyly. “Please be patient with him, he doesn’t know much English. He came all the way from Macau. If you guys see him struggling, please give him a hand,” your professor continued.

So that’s why he was so silent! He seemed so nice and you having a lot of empathy, could feel he was feeling anxious. It must’ve been hard not being able to communicate well.

The class continued and you were distracted with the fact that maybe Hendery couldn’t understand well what was being discussed. He looked so focused, you didn’t dare to interrupt him because maybe he was trying to do his best. So you waited for the class to be over and when he was about to leave, you stopped him.

“Hey, wait a minute!” You whisper-shouted.

He turned around and his face seemed to light up.

“Are you okay? Did you understand the class?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I tried my best,” he shrugged and then giggled.

You giggled with him and then said, “If you ever need help to understand something, just ask me, okay?”

“Alright! Thank you!” He seemed genuinely happy that you were willing to help him.

“Do you know anyone around?” you didn’t want him to be alone.

“Yeah, I have a friend. I will meet him now to get lunch,” he explained.

“That’s good!” You nodded.

“Do you want to join us?” He asked you.

“That’s alright! I’ll meet with my best friend too,” you answered.

“Oh okay, see you later then,” he was about to leave when he remembered he didn’t know your name. “Oh! Wait! What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you smiled to him one last time before he nodded and left.

The months went on like that. Hendery occasionally came for help, he liked teaming up with your for group projects, and he even invited you to lunch a few times. You liked spending time together and slowly, he merged into your group of friends, bringing his group of friends also.

His English got better and better, he was almost and expert, even though he had a cute accent.

You found yourself having a huge crush on him, but you swore you would never tell him. For you, he was way out of your league, you weren’t his type, and you didn’t even know about his language, though he had tried several times to teach you some words and expressions.

“Hey!” He arrived to your apartment without notice to find you curled up in your sofa watching a movie.

“Hi! What’s up?” You said while checking your phone to see if he had texted you, finding an empty screen.

“So, tonight’s there’s this frat party from the frat house Yangyang is in, do you maybe wanna go?” He then smiled widely, trying to convince you.

“I don’t know... I’m not in the mood for partying today,” you replied while cuddling the cushion.

“Come onnn!” He flopped by your side on the couch, “Lyndsey is gonna be there! She’s gonna stalk me the whole night!” He groaned.

“Well, that’s your own fault! You dicked her down and she got addicted,” you shrugged, laughing at him later.

“Hey! I was in need!” He explained unnecessarily.

“You guys can’t last a week without pussy, that’s sad, you know,” you were mocking him.

“It’s in our nature, what can we do? Plus, how long has it been since you got laid?” He was smirking, trying to make fun of you.

“Shut up,” you pushed him playfully.

“So come on!!!! Let’s go to the frat party!” He started shaking you by the arm.

“Alright! Alright! Ugh! You’re so annoying!” You jumped to your feet and went to your room to change, your quick choice being a pair of jeans, a turtleneck shirt, a bomber college jacket, and some sneakers. You texted your best friend.

Hey! Are you going to that frat party?

Idk... are you?

Dery is making me go. Something about Lyndsey and stuff

Sucks. I can accompany you

Please! It’s possible he finds someone else and leaves me alone there surrounded by strangers

Fine, I’ll throw something on and see you there.

You got out of your room and Hendery was there, laying back on the couch while watching the TV. He looked so cute. You couldn’t believe you had a crush on him and he hadn’t noticed.

“We’re ready to go,” you announced and he looked at you from head to toe and back up. He catcalled you as a joke, “Look at my bestie gooo! She’s gonna seduce some men!”

You rolled your eyes and said, “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“Fine, let’s go!”

At the party, you met with your best friend while Hendery went with his friends. Everyone was wilding, playing beer pong, dancing, drinking, making out on the corners.

You stayed by your friend’s side, dancing and drinking. Hendery found you in the crowd and started dancing with you too, after all, you were that comfortable with each other. He grabbed your hips and was grinding on you while you followed his hips. When the song finished he said he was gonna get more alcohol while you ran to your best friend again.

“Are you not gonna tell him ever?” She asked you, talking about your huge crush in Hendery.

“I don’t think I will. I mean, we’re okay as we are,” you shrugged. You didn’t want to lose his friendship and you thought that if you told him, everything would turn awkward, so you just decided to keep it to yourself.

As the night went by, people started to get sleepy, some passing out on the couches, others disappeared who knows where. Only a few were still alive and among them were Hendery, your friend, the infamous Lyndsey, and you. Someone had the bright idea of playing 7 minutes in heaven just for the sake of relieving high school memories, so you all sat on the floor in circle. Some random guy looked for an empty bottle that would choose the lucky couples. You were sitting across Hendery, who looked spaced out, probably drunk already and being stalked by Lyndsey. The poor girl’s eyes were shining with high hopes of getting a chance to be alone with Dery again. You were mocking him and he was acting annoyed.

As the game progressed, many random couples got to be locked in the darkness of the closet. Your friend matched with the very hot Jaehyun guy from English class but she didn’t spill anything. While you were teasing her, you heard Hendery’s name along with some noise by his friends. You were about to start mocking him too when you noticed the bottle was pointing at you.

You swear your surroundings froze in time. Your friend’s eyes widened because she knew how you felt. Hendery tho, was excited because after all, it was you and he wouldn’t feel so awkward.

“Aren’t you going?” Said the guy who had the control of spinning the bottle, Lyndsey looked at you and then to Hendery, expecting you to not go. Hendery actually helped you to stand up and basically dragged you into the closet with him. Before locking the door, the guy with the timer said, “Whatever you do, you have 7 minutes. Nothing more,” and with that, he left you two alone in the darkness of the closet.

You were holding into Hendery��s arms, maybe to know he was there, maybe as a support, or perhaps because you wanted to feel him close.

“Well, at least I’m saved from Lyndsey,” he laughed nervously.

“Yup, once again, I am your savior,” you remarked.

Being alone with Hendery wasn’t awkward usually, but there was some weird tension going on in the tiny space of the closet.

“What should we do?” He asked in a whisper, the air emitting from his lips blowing you right on the face because he was too close.

“I don’t know... talk? We’re friends, this isn’t weird,” you tried to convince yourself.

“I mean... yeah...”

“These had been the longest seven minutes of my life,” you stated.

“Let’s kiss, maybe that would make it less awkward and the time will go faster,” Hendery suggested and you swear the butterflies in your stomach made a tornado.

“You think kissing between friends is less awkward?” You asked confused.

“Well yeah, I mean, we’re friends. It shouldn’t be weird, it’s only a kiss,” he said, ignorant of your feelings for him.

“Okay then,” you agreed, “but let’s not allow this to make us awkward after, alright?”

“Promise,” he gave you his pinky to hook with yours.

In less than a second, his lips crashed on yours. You thought it was just gonna be a peck, but then he started moving his lips, and automatically, yours responded. His tongue darted between your lips, looking for yours to tangle with. Your arms snaked around his neck, while his wrapped around your waist, bringing you even more closer. Having him like this sparked the feeling inside you more: you were in love with this guy without remedy.

When you two were getting comfortable with it, you heard the alarm outside, indicating time was up. You detangled from each other, fixing your hair and your clothes to make it seem that nothing had happened. Everyone knew you two were best friends and to give the tiniest hint that you had done anything in there would be enough for your group of friends to start teasing you. When the door opened, you went on with your normal friendship and acted as if you haven’t kissed passionately a few minutes ago.

You were too overwhelmed, so you decided to leave with your friend. Hendery stayed. He was probably gonna crash in with the boys.

On the way back, your friend was telling you about her experience with Jaehyun, and then she remembered your time with Hendery.

“Did anything happen in there? You two looked pretty normal to me,” she inquired.

“Well... we kissed,” you shrugged.

“I knew it -wait what?!” She was shocked! “You kissed? As in a peck or-?”

“As in full tongue,” you nodded.

“Oh my God...... how do you feel?” She was concerned now.

“Like I’m in love... I feel like as soon as his lips touched mine, I was done, I completely fell in love with him,” you confessed.

“Oh no.... what you gonna do now?” She asked.

“Try to not be awkward and act as if it was nothing. Friends can kiss right?” You fake-smiled.

“No they cannot! Friends with benefits do... but I don’t think you’re there yet,” she scratched her neck.

“I’m fucked aren’t I?”

“Very...”

You tried avoiding Hendery until you felt better and collected your thoughts, but that was kinda impossible since he was everywhere and he looked for you everyday. So you did your best to not looked like you were having a turmoil of feelings every time you saw his stupid, beautiful face.

There you were, having lunch all together. He was talking about how he wanted to talk to a cute girl who was a few tables away. Your friend placed her hand on top of yours in silent support.

Honestly, you didn’t know what was up with you. He usually talked to you about his affairs with other females and you weren’t this affected, but today you were bothered by it. While his friends celebrated that he was going to get her number, you stood up and left with the excuse of having to study because of a test. Your friend followed you.

“I think you need to talk to him,” she suggested.

“I don’t know. I feel is going to be useless,” you grunted.

“Y/N, it has gotten to a point where you’re always fuming. He will start noticing your behavior soon if you keep this up, so my advice is that you two sit down and talk this out,” she stepped in front of you.

“There’s nothing to talk about! He doesn’t feel the same way I do. I’m the one trying to ruin our friendship,” you said as you threw your hands in the air in frustration.

“First of all, you don’t know that. Second of all, if you keep bottling it, you’re gonna explode and it’s going to be worse. And that’s not ruining a friendship, it’s only natural you like him. You spend time together, he knows you well, he brings you snacks...” Your friend was trying to talk reason back to you.

You whined, “But how am I supposed to tell him? I can’t just sit him down and tell him, ‘Listen, I have this huge crush on you, please love me back’, he’s a guy, he won’t understand.”

“Well, if he feels the same way he WILL understand,” she said matter-of-factly.

“That isn’t helping! Ughhh! I need to plan something... something that looks casual but it’s the right moment, you know what I mean?”

“How about... how about you invite him to watch a movie? That’s something you guys do often, right?” She suggested and you nodded. “You watch a movie, you have your snacks, you cuddle as you always do, and then you tell him. What do you think?” She wiggled her eyebrows and you laughed.

You gasped, “How do you know we cuddle? Are you spying on me?!”

“Come on, let’s be realistic. You two look like cuddly people,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah true... your plan sounds good. Imma try it. You’re the best! I don’t know how my life would be without you,” you embraced your friend in gratitude.

At night, you texted Hendery to start with your plan:

Hey, dumbhead

Sup, headache

Do you have plans on Friday night?

Not yet, 为什么？(weishenme - Why)

Why are you texting me in Chinese?! You know I don’t understand! I mean, I’m deducing that means why.

🤪🤪🤪

Anyways! What do you think if we watch that new movie on Netflix?

Sure, I’ll bring snacks

Kay

好！

Now that you had everything planned, you started thinking about what to say and how to say it. You couldn’t just shoot it.

A few hours later, when you were about to go to sleep, you received another text from Hendery. It said it had an image attached. It was strange but you decided to open it. And then regretted it.

Hendery had sent you a spicy picture. It wasn’t a nude but it was pretty suggestive. He was holding his member over his pants, as if to show how big he is without actually showing. Almost a dick pic.

You panicked, you were sure that wasn’t for you. A sudden jealousy took over you because, why was he sending these pics to someone else? But also, your friend-self told you to keep calm and let him know.

Wrong number! Dumbass! Look at the number before sending these kind of things!

He didn’t answer for a while, but then he appeared

I’m sorry!!! Oh God! I’m so embarrassed!

It’s all good. At least you’re not showing anything. My eyes aren’t bleeding yet!

I’m really sorry!

It’s okay! We’re friends...

And you left him with that.

Friday arrived and you were nervous already, waiting for Hendery in your apartment. Around 8PM he knocked on your door and you yelled “Come in!” Too lazy to get up from the couch. He looked comfy but so sexy at the same time.

Hendery brought a lot of snacks and placed them on the low table.

“I brought your favorites and mines, to fix your day!” He said excitedly.

You smiled and replied, “Thanks! I really appreciate it.”

“Let’s get to it!” He yelled and you shushed him laughing, he was so noisy and your neighbors would complain.

You were cuddled up with each other while watching the movie. You were leaning on his chest while he played with your hair with one hand and ate popcorn with the other. You felt his eyes on you, so you looked up and your eyes met. He smiled to you and you smiled back. You didn’t know if it was your imagination but you felt he was getting closer to your mouth. In your panic you didn’t move and opted to let it happen, maybe this was a sign that he liked you back. But then, his lips never touched yours and only centimeters away he said, “Haha, gotcha,” with a groggy voice.

You got angry and couldn’t conceal it anymore. So you got off the couch as quickly as possible.

“What’s wrong?” He asked confused.

The ticking bomb inside you snapped.

“What’s wrong?! You dare to ask me what’s wrong?! Hendery! You just pretended you were going to kiss me and then told me it was a joke!”

“Hey! Calm down! I thought it would be funny! Since you know, we kissed in the game as a joke” His eyes widening in concern.

“So the kiss was a joke to you?” You said crossing your arms tightly.

“I thought it was just a game, it didn’t mean anything,” he explained.

“It did to me!” You blurted, your mouth talking before you could think straight.

He froze and gulped, “What?”

“Nothing,” you turned around and walked to the kitchen.

“Y/N!” He walked behind you, “talk to me! You’re acting really strange lately. You’ve been avoiding me, you get angry about everything... what is wrong? What changed?”

You leaned on the counter, trying to find the correct words. “What changed is...” you gulped and then continued, “My feelings for you, Hendery. That changed.”

He was so puzzled. “I don’t understand...”

“Hendery, I’m in love with you,” you confessed, feeling a relief within you.

You looked at him, his eyes were alarmed, not quite the reaction you were expecting. “I- I- I don’t know what to say...” he stuttered.

“You don’t have to say anything, Hendery...” you muttered.

“I- I’ll be right back...” he walked slowly to the door and left without his things. He didn’t come back.

“Great Y/N, great! You just ruined your friendship,” you said to yourself, running your hands through your hair.

You cleaned your apartment and curled up in your bed, regretting everything you just did.

You two didn’t talk for a week straight, not daring to approach each other. Hendery went to Xiaojun for help because he felt he was losing you and he didn’t want that, but he felt bad for leaving you hanging that night. You were expecting an answer from him, but at that time, he didn’t think you were going to say what you said.

“This is simple, Hendery,” said Xiaojun while cooking something. “How do you feel about her?”

“I don’t know!!!” He whined, pulling his long strands of hair.

“I think you do know, you just don’t want to accept it,” Xiaojun chuckled. “You can be honest with me, you know.”

“Ughhh! Okay,” Hendery groaned. “I think I’m pretty accustomed to her as my best friend that I didn’t think I could actually like her. But now thinking about it well, I feel like my best self when I’m around her. I can be myself and she won’t judge me, she follows my weird behavior, she shares snacks with me...”

“Let me change the question a little bit,” Xiaojun interrupted, “the day of the party, how did you feel when you kissed?”

After thinking about it a little, Hendery answered, “I wanted to keep kissing her. I felt so comfortable in her arms. She’s a great kisser btw,” he drifted away.

“Focus!” Xiaojun yelled.

“Okay, okay! I don’t know, I feel like I would be able to tell if I see her again... but I don’t know how to go back to her,” he sighed.

“How about you do a non-date date, something simple like going for a late night drive,” Xiaojun suggested.

“You’re a genius!” Hendery exclaimed.

“I’m a romantic, which is different,” he pointed out.

It was 12AM on a Friday and you we’re already cuddled in your bed when there was a knock on your door. You threw a hoodie on, to not wear a bra just in case, and went to see who was it.

You felt like the air was punched out of you when you opened the door and saw Hendery’s figure. His hair was disheveled and he was wearing a cream-colored shirt, black joggers, and his glasses: the best look on him. “Hendery...” you said softly.

“Um... hi!” He smiled awkwardly, making him look so cute to you. “Listen, I know we haven’t talked this whole week and I didn’t have the best response to what you said and I’m sorry about that,” he was talking too fast.

“Hey... it’s okay,” you patted him on the arm. “You want to come in?”

“Actually, I came here for you. Do you want to go for a late night drive?” He was swinging, looking pretty nervous.

You sighed, “Do I have to change?”

“Not really, I mean, look at me,” he extended his arms and turned around. You giggled.

“Fine, let me get my shoes,” you ran to your room and put on the first sneakers you found and you both got in his car.

He was just driving around town, both of you being the old friends you were, singing loudly to the songs on the radio, laughing out loud, and watching the neon lights of the places that were open. He got down on a station to buy snacks for both and then kept going.

You ended up on a lonely hill with a view to the city lights. Sitting on the front of his car, you listened to Hendery talked about his life in Macau and what he missed. Then you were playing, trying to guess where were the places among the tiny lights at sight. Like magnets, you cuddled against each other without noticing; the night was getting cold after all. In the chit-chat, the clock marked 3AM. You got in the car again but Hendery didn’t started the car, instead he talked.

“Y/N... I’ve been thinking about what you told me.” There was a long silence between you two, so he continued, “I like the version of me when I’m with you. It’s so easy to not think about what to do or what to say, I can just speak my mind. I really appreciate you.”

“Same here, Dery,” you placed your hand on top of his, which was on his thigh.

“Im sorry for making you feel bad. I really didn’t think straight, I was in utter shock,” he apologized.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have said that the way I did,” you accepted.

“So no hard feelings?” He asked, looking at you now.

“No hard feelings,” you smiled.

But then the air changed between you two. A force was drawing you together and neither of you stopped it. Your lips touched, sparking the flame inside you again. And like that, Hendery knew he loved you too, because the butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t stop dancing. His hand traveled to the back of your head, holding you softly. He pulled back first, mumbling, “I’m sorry, is this okay?”

“Only if it’s okay with you,” you whispered.

“I love you,” he muttered before kissing you again, this time deepening the kiss. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer. It turned to a passionate make out session and you were gasping for air. You smiled because you were kissing your best friend and Hendery smiled because you looked so cute.

“Should we take this to the backseat?” He suggested with a groggy voice.

“Here? Right now? Really?” You joked.

“I’m sorry! I’m desperate for you,” he shrugged. He jumped first, to lean the seat back for more space. Conveniently he had some sheets there. Then he beckoned you with his hands, inviting you to jump with him. You did as told but your foot got stuck on the front seat so you landed flat over him. You both started laughing at your disgrace but then started kissing wildly again.

He rolled over so you were under him. He fitted perfectly between your legs, as if you were made for him. Quickly, clothes started to be bothersome and he took off your hoodie. Then, Hendery’s hands ran underneath your shirt, reaching your breasts. He squeezed them and then started playing with your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Soon enough, he asked you, “Can I take this off?” Pulling your shirt. You simply responded, “Please.” He also took off his, revealing his beautiful body and threw both of your shirts to the front seat. One of his hands ran down your body, feeling all of you while he enjoyed your lips. You sighed in satisfaction, feeling yourself getting wetter with every touch and each kiss.

Hendery knew when to start touching you and he asked for your consent, “Can I touch you?”

“Please Dery, I’m so wet already,” you said in a needy whisper.

He groaned in response, his fingers not loosing time in snaking inside your shorts. First he touched you over your underwear and then he slipped inside your panties, finding your clit easily. “Oh my god,” you said in a breathy murmur.

“Fuck... you’re so wet,” he hissed. He took out his hand to pull down your pants and underwear, all in one go, helping you shimmy out of them. After all, none of this was being awkward between you, you felt comfortable with each other. Once he had you all at his mercy, he kissed your neck, his mouth going down and down while his hand went to your south. His lips enclosed your nipple at the same time his fingers got between your folds. God! He was so skilled! Your hand played with his hair while his did unholy thing to you.

He sticked his middle finger in you, going in and out, then he added his ring finger and started moving them fast and deep inside, making you whine. “Fuuuuck! Dery! Feels so good!”

He let go of your nipple with a pop, “You like my fingers, baby? Yeah?” His voice was lower than usual and breathier, it had your head spinning.

“Ooh! Yeah, I love them,” you cried and kissed him. You could hear the squelching sound coming from between your legs. You couldn’t believe Hendery was the one making a mess of you.

You felt your orgasm bubbling inside you, “Hendery I’m gonna cum,” you said in a high-pitched whimper.

“You wanna cum on my fingers? Do you like them that much?” He panted.

“Mmmm! Yes!” You moaned.

“Come on, baby, let go,” he commanded you and started thrusting his fingers faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said in a shattered chant and then you felt the delicious tingles all over your body, your eyes rolled back, and your back arched. Something unusual happened this time: strands of water gushed out of you and your legs started to shake. You cried loudly loosing all control of your body. Hendery was amazed of what he just did, “Shit! So hot!”

You, on the other hand, were embarrassed. “Oh god... I’m so sorry...” you hid on the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, that was so hot! I’ve never achieved that. Did you know you could do that?” He caressed your hair in assurance.

“No... it’s the first time that happens...” you whined in embarrassment.

“Baby, it’s okay,” he chuckled, “wanna know something? I’m harder now.”

“Deryyy!” You gasped.

“Can you take it?” He hummed.

“I can take all of you,” you smirked.

“So naughty, I like it,” he pecked your lips and proceeded to kneel in front of you, all bended to avoid smashing his head with the hood. He slipped his pants off easily, along with his briefs, his hardened cock springing free. Your mouth watered at the sight, the tip so pink, shinning with wetness, all ready to take you.

You opened your legs, inviting him, you couldn’t wait for him to be inside you.

He hissed when seeing your still wet core, “Fuck, I could’ve beat that long time ago,” to which you laughed. “Well, you decided to keep boundaries.”

“You’re my best friend, wasn’t it going to be weird?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe?” You shrugged.

“I’m a man, you know. I’m weak. Do you think I didn’t wish to rearrange your insides some of those nights where we cuddled in your couch? It took the best of me to calm this little guy,” he grabbed his length. You burst out laughing.

“Are we really having this conversation when you’re about to wreck me?” You rolled your eyes.

“You started it!” He complaint.

“Oh, shut up and fuck me,” you taunted.

“Condom or no condom?” He asked.

“Wrap your weiner, I don’t know where you have sticked that thing in,” you commanded him.

“I’m clean! I always protect myself, who do you take me for?! I offered myself since I trust you as my best friend, but okay. And don’t call him a thing! He has a name!” he sounded so offended.

“Oh my god! Don’t take it personal! Maybe in the future I’ll let you fuck me raw,” you winked, “but for now, let’s do it this way.”

“Alright,” he said as he looked for his wallet in the pocket of the pants he just discarded. Finding the tiny foil square was fast and he was even faster rolling it down his shaft.

“Come here,” he pulled you closer by your legs, making you laugh. This whole adventure had been a fun ride for both of you.

He kissed you passionately again, one of his hands ran to your leg, bending it a little to have better access to your entrance. He then hold his length, rubbing the tip up and down your pussy, teasing you, making you bite your lip. You were shaking in anticipation.

He pushed himself in slowly, both of you moaning. “Mmm, 操! (cào - Fuck), you’re so tight for me, baby,” his said in a shaky whisper.

He went as deep as he could, making you feel so full. “Hendery,” you breathed, “I feel so full.”

“Yes baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he assured you in hoarse groan.

He kept thrusting you slowly, passionately, enjoying every inch of you. The car was full of shaky breaths, low moans, occasional grunts, and the sound of kisses. Never in your life you thought you would share such an intimate moment with Hendery, but you were loving every second of it.

“Can I go faster?” He asked softly.

“Yes please,” you pleaded.

Hendery caged you in his arms and started snapping his hips faster. His lips whispered filthy praises in your ear, adding up to your want for him, “So good, your cunt feels so warm baby, wanna fill you up with my cum. Do you want that? Yeah? Mmmm... Making love to you feels so nice. I love you, I love you, I love you. This is the only pussy I wanna fuck for the rest of my life.”

Your hands hugged him back, running all his back, tangling in his hair, he had you crazy for him with every word. If you weren’t out of breath, you replied to his words with moans and mewls. “Mmmf! Hendery! Fuck! I love you so fucking much! Please keep fucking me, it feels so good!”

A few minutes later he panted, “I’m gonna cum.” He tried to go faster and he drove his hand south, finding your bundle of nerves skillfully. He was drawing circles while pummeling into you fast, making your second orgasm arrive with force, tightening around him. A sharp scream left your throat and you hugged him tightly. Hendery came with a guttural growl, “Ughhh! So good!” You could feel him pumping in you while he filled the condom.

When you both could breathe again, he embraced you and peppered you with kisses, making you giggle. “How are you feeling, my love?” He smiled.

“I like the sound of that coming from your lips,” you cuddled with him. He sighed, satisfied with the thought that you were his and he was yours.

“Then I will call you that all day just to see you happy,” he kissed you on the forehead.

“You’re my happiness,” you purred.

“I love you, I really do,” he confessed.

“I love you too, Dery,” you raised your head to kiss his lips.

“Do I need to pop the question or are we clear?” He joked.

“Imma torture you and make it pop it,” you chuckled beaten.

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He asked confidently.

“I’d love to,” you replied.

After a moment of silence, Hendery suggested, “Up for round two?”

“Oh my god, you’ll be the death of me if your sex drive is this high,” you sighed.

“My sex drive with you will always be high. Imagine having to hide your boner for so many years and then finally getting the pussy of your dreams?” He was such a character.

“Stop!! That is not true” you shoved him with your elbow.

“Not true?! Do you wanna know how many times I masturbated after arriving home from our movie nights?!” He could be brutally honest sometimes.

“You masturbate?” You wanted to see him snap.

“Listen, Y/N, if I didn’t, my dick would’ve fallen off by now because holy fuck! I wanted to rail you so bad!”

You just exploded in laughs. He really was the man you loved.

“How many rounds can you make?” You asked him.

“I have a whole box of condoms to use with you. You decide,” he shrugged.

“So that’s 3?” You jeered.

“Very funny,” he said sarcastically.

The car kept rocking, the windows were fogged and Hendery almost could last till dawn making love to you. The rest of the night became an orgasm feast for you two.

You fell asleep, beaten thanks to the activities. When you woke up, the sky was painted in pastel colors, announcing dawn. You were wrapped under the sheets, naked with Hendery, on the back of his car.

You looked at him, he looked so cute sleeping soundlessly, you didn’t want to wake him up, but the sun was about to rise and you were away from the city.

“Baby,” you whispered softly.

“Hmm?” He hummed, as if asking what was wrong.

“Baby, I’m cold and the sun is rising,” you explained.

“Mmm... really?” His sleepy voice was making your head spin.

“Yes my love, we should go home. We can continue sleeping at my apartment if you want,” you suggested.

He yawned, “but then I’ll have to make love to you again because I want to be like this with you.”

You giggled, he was so cute talking while sleepy. You kissed his cheek. “We can just get naked and sleep.”

“It’s not the same,” he groaned. Hendery sat and stretched, then, he passed you your clothes.

You guys bought breakfast on the way home, you ate it and then went back to sleep. You spent the majority of the day in bed watching series, glad that you belonged to each other now.

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