#take your queue from ed

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

It’s fascinating how the show plays with narrative lenses and allows the viewers to reassess Stede through Ed.

It’s said Stede should be killed for incompetence in episode one. Badminton calls him pathetic and mocks him mercilessly. We see the disdain of Stede’s father, and how ostracised Stede feels within his marriage. Jackie thinks he’s a loser within minutes. Blackbeard’s interest in Stede is ambiguous. Stede’s own self-loathing is evident. The only kindness we glimpse is Olu, Buttons and the indigenous islanders, none of whom seem to truly know or understand Stede.

Interestingly, Izzy seems to clock something of the power of Stede early and the threat to his status quo. Izzy does as much as he feels able to keep him from his Boss. It’s not quite clear though at this stage as to the reason why.

Finally, Blackbeard arrives on the Revenge, and gives us an entirely different lens in which to evaluate Stede Bonnet even before they’ve properly met: this guy is fucking fascinating.

The viewer needs to reassess who Stede is from this point on. And it makes us look at ourselves and go, ‘oh…OH!’

[bomber-grl]

Deku Dating hc!! ୨ৎ

Pairing(s): Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader

Creds ~ first divider: @/khaer 2nd divider: @/strangergraphics-archive Art: @/xuune/kaiihuna or @/_kaiihua on twt

HE IS SO FLUSTERED OMG

Not even an exaggeration, the moment you confessed it was like blud went into cardiac arrest

Once he regained his wits he reciprocated your feelings all in a couple of stutters and accidental muttering

How charming

All sarcasm aside, it really is endearing

Yknow how most of the people in class 1-A are unnecessarily weirded out by his muttering

Plus how Deku is more often than not, called names by his own fandom 💀

Well he thinks that way about himself too

Sure you get along more than just fine but seeing him apologize for being more than a little nerdy is shocking to say the least

I mean if anything his “weird” and nerdy self is literally part of his charm and you make this known

Reread that first bullet point for a hint to how he reacted to you telling him that

Anyway

It’s likely you guys met at UA

I mean it’s where he’s made the most friends at (if any) and the only reason he talked to you was either it was inevitable or he absolutely fan boy-ed over your quirk

If you guys had some sort of romantic connotation and you had to fight against each other in the sports festival he’d be pretty conflicted

Although, you’d probably not want him to hold back

If anything he’s just sorry about the whole ordeal 😭

As a boyfriend Deku is shy(?)

I mean just look at how he reacted to technically a none romantic gesture and just interaction - he’s definitely going to be flustered for the majority of you two hanging out

Overall he’s really sweet

Like genuinely it’s surprising that he’s never actually been with someone in a real relationship before

If you disagree… look at him in the beginning of the anime 😭💀)

At most he was probably jokingly asked out or asked out on a dare in the past

I do think that hero life would sort of interfere with romantic relations for you both(assuming ur attending UA)

So there’s times where meeting up or just hanging out would be difficult

But when you two can hang out- it’s really nice

You’re either going to fast food restaurants, going shopping or doing anything really-

These outings are similar in the fact that they all often end in you both fighting some villian 😭

There is this one instance where before the dorms were introduced- you and Izuku had stayed to train or clean- whatever it was at school

He got a call from inko and upon finding out you (someone he does nothing but yap about to her) were around, well, she figured she’d invite you for dinner

Queue you finally meeting Inko and if you’re nervous and want to get a gift of some kind Izuku is kind of laughing but also happy that you want to “impress” her

Even though she loves you already

When you meet inko, she’s is buzzing with as much nervous energy as Izuku is

Funny how similar they are

The dinner goes smoothly and if anything she just approves of you more

Now eventually dorms get introduced and so does sneaking around

Don’t tell me no one in class 1-a wouldn’t sneak around- they’re high schoolers and you can’t tell me they wouldn’t just want to have stereotypical sleepovers

Among those who would sneak around is you

Izuku is less likely to because he’s a bit shy and if he’s ever caught- God kill him now 😭

So ofc you end up sneaking to his room

Which sorta backfires because he loves all might and all might is just staring at you in every direction you look.

The merch is just too excessive

Even then, a sleepover is too much for him and in Izuku fashion- he gets flustered

It takes awhile for him to chill 😭

Holding hands? In the hall way?

If you manage to hold hands for 5 seconds before Iida or Bakugo mention it then you’ve got a personal best!

(Iida because he says no PDA, and bakugo cuz him and his big ass mouth always got something to say)

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A/n: hope u liked! ^^

[parmahamlarrie]

Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! If you would like me to reblog your fic, submit it here and I will add it to the queue! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!**

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12 Pearls for 12 Years || 5secsoflarry || 6.7k  Canon, Established Relationship, D/S Dynamic, Collaring

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst || eyesofshinigami || 6.5k Canon, Essentially PWP

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Garden of Eden || superglass || 6.1k Established Relationship, Canon, Lots of Weed, Religion Discussions Your Ink, My Skin || @larry-hiatus || 6.1k Canon, Finger Tattoos, Dom/Sub

Missing You || @canonlarry || 6k Canon, Future Fic, Kidfic, Christmas, Humor

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Mon Petit || coffinofachimera || 3.5k Canon, Dom/Sub, Exhibitionism, Mile High Club

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Pimp it! || @teamlouis2022 || 3k Established Relationship, Canon, Pwp

To boyfriends everywhere - Fuck you || Rosa_000 || 3k Canon, Drunk Harry, Established Relationship, Humor

Let Me Take Care Of You || @tommokat || 2.9k Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

living love in slow motion || ashavahishta || 2.7k Canon, Fluff, Domesticity

is my baby not satisfied? || @greeneyesfriedrice || 2.6k Canon, Knuckle Tattoos, Pwp

Advent Drabbles || @berzerkshires || 2.5k Canon, Christmas, Fun/Fluff/Humor/Mild Smut

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[tealeavesandtrash]

🎄 Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon: Part 7 - 9 Days Until Christmas 🎄

Read in full || Part 1 || Part 6 || Part 8

“I just don’t understand why I have to dress up as well.” Sirius mutters as he pulls at the collar of his top. It’s a truly horrendous elf outfit - gaudy green and red and completely unnecessary.

“It’s a Potter family tradition,” James replies cheerfully, completely unaware  - or more likely uncaring - of Sirius’ plight. 

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Sirius glares at James which, given his current get-up, isn’t intimidating at all. Lily’s Mrs Claus costume is understandable with James as Santa (they have always been suckers for matching costumes) and to be fair the dress fits her well and actually looks good, while Harry is the epitome of adorable as he runs around in his reindeer onesie. The three of them would make an annoying adorable family photo.

And then there's Sirius who would currently make a very good Will Ferrel in a knock-off Elf reboot. James is a master of roping people into his schemes which Sirius never had an issue with when they were in school and the schemes were causing as much mayhem as possible. But now those schemes involve Sirius playing dress up while James makes his - incredibly important - debut as Santa Claus for the Christmas Fete. And Sirius had been so close to resisting until James pulled the trump card and announced mournfully that Harry was looking forward to them all matching and it would ruin the Christmas magic if Sirius didn’t at least try. 

So Sirius gets stuck with an hour of elf duties, left alone to manage the queue to Santa’s grotto while Lily does a lap of the stalls with Harry. It’s not the worst thing in the world, the kids seem to love it and it’s certainly a conversation starter for some of the parents, but hat is itchy and bells jangle every time he moves.

When Lily returns she also has Teddy and Remus in tow. Remus just gives him a knowing smirk when he clocks the costume while Lily hands Harry over.

“He only has £5 spending money,” she tells him sternly. “Don’t let him spend it all on sweets and don’t spoil him.”

There’s a lapse of awkward silence after Sirius is relinquished from grotto duty and they set off, the normal buffer of Harry and Teddy absent as the two of them scamper ahead.  The second he’s able, Sirius rips the hat off and shoves it into his jacket pocket.

“So,” Remus says slowly. “Is that better or worse than the jumper?”

“Don’t rub it in,” Sirius groans at the reminder. “I am really sorry about that, I should have apologised sooner.”

Remus eyes him curiously for a minute before shrugging it off. “It’s okay. I know they're hideous. I’m pretty sure James is pandering me by wearing it, but he’s so sincere I can’t tell.”

“Trust me, he genuinely loves it.”

“Well play your cards right and you might get one next year.”

“Is that a threat Mr Lupin?”

“I think that outfit alone is karma enough.”

“Yeah well, I would have been Mrs Claus if Lily had let me.”

Remus is still watching him carefully. “Do you have the legs to pull off that skirt?”

“I know you’re joking Lupin, but I will have you know I used to have a very promising drag career.”

Remus snots, “What happened? Did someone push you down the stairs, ruin your career and take the lead?”

Sirius pauses a moment. “Was that a Showgirls reference?”

“Don’t know what you mean,” Remus shrugs with a sly smile. “So who Nomi-ed you?”

Sirius huffs a laugh. “Fucking hell you’re full of surprises aren’t you.”

Remus’ lips quirk up more at the comment, eyebrow raised. 'Language’ he mutters, head jerking slightly to Teddy even though the kid is too wrapped up in the tombola stall to pay attention to their conversation. 

Sirius watches Remus as he gently ushers Teddy along before he spends all his pocket money on the one stall. There’s something about him that Sirius can’t quite figure out, Minerva wasn’t kidding when she said there was more to him than meets the eye. Every time they meet it's like another piece of the puzzle gets unlocked and all Sirius wants to do is find all the pieces and complete the Remus Lupin jigsaw. 

He has to take a couple of strides to catch up with them, who have moved onto a guess-the-number-of-jellybeans-in-the-jar completion. 

“For the record,” he carries on, “it wasn’t anything nearly that dramatic. I just stopped when I joined my dad's company.”

“Well surely the work hours didn’t clash,” Remus says, glancing back over to Sirius. 

“No, but apparently that sort of side gig promotes a bad image of the company.” 

Remus frowns. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

Sirius shrugs. “It is what it is.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, Sirius. That’s blatant discrimination.”

“Yeah I know,” Sirius heaves a sigh. “But pick your battles and all that.”

Remus is staring at him intently now like he’s trying to unpick the deeper implication of the words and Sirius has to drop his gaze under the scrutiny that leaves him exposed to the emotional vulnrabilty. Tentatively, Remus reaches out and gives Sirius’ hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that,” he says quietly enough for only Sirius to hear.

Sirius squeezes back. He swallows thickly, letting their hands stay clasped for a little longer than maybe they should before eventually dropping his hand and crouching down next to Teddy who is staring intently at the large jar of jellybeans. 

“So,” he whispers conspiringly. “How many do you think there are?”

Teddy has a deep-set look of concentration. “Ten thousand,” he says with utmost certainty. 

Sirius lets out a low whistle. “Wow, that’s a lot. I think I’m going to go with ten thousand and one.”

Teddy giggles. “You can’t guess that, it’s too close to mine!”

“Hm, ten thousand and two?”

Teddy shakes his head again. 

“Ten thousand and three?”

At that Teddy pauses, thinks it over, and gives his nod of agreement. 

He watches with earnest as Sirius carefully fills out their names and guesses on the answer sheet. And, when Remus goes to pay for their entries, Sirius quickly cuts in.  “I’ve got it, half of it’s mine,” he says as he bats Remus’ hand away. 

“I can’t expect you to go around paying for my kid.”

Sirius just shrugs. “It’s fine, any friend of Harry’s is a friend of mine and all that.”

Remus doesn’t argue with that, although Sirius suspects it may be to just avoid causing a scene. Still, he fixes Sirius with a look that he can’t quite decipher as he hands over the money to the stall owner. It makes the hair on the back of his neck prickle. 

Read in full || Part 1 || Part 6 || Part 8

@annaliza999 @marigold-hills @veganbutterchicken (If you do/dont want to be tagged in the next parts lmk <3)

[double--hh]

I’ve heard about your DDD AU. What’s it about?

Oh no, get your lore socks and shoes on, chat...

The basis is that Mia has had it up to HERE with the doppelgängers and especially having to comfort her students on as to why their mom, dad, siblings, family, or pets have to go "forever sleep". She tells Izaack, in pain staking detail, everything about the Trojan Horse Project, and specifically things Dr. Afton and his old crew would only know.

Queue Izaack using his job to his full advantage to relay ALL of the information Mia has shared to him.

The D.D.D are no saints here, the heads of the D.D.D are a good chunk of Afton's said old crew, they take this as a threat to their organization, and they know exactly who spilled.

Afton gets detained by the Police and "mysteriously" goes missing (he's alive, dw ;), while Izaack and Mia are kidnapped by the D.D.D. and are given the ultimatum of dying or joining their cause... this au would be way shorter if they chose death...

The Astral Circle is real here, and it's uh... not going so hot down there...

Yan Luo and Zoth, being a direct reflection of Mia and Izaack, have a huge falling out, involving everyone, and kinda turns the Astral Circle into the Astral Semicircle... And an angel is not having a fun time...

A few years or so pass and this is where my story is currently taking place! (I got my fanfic up :3c)

From there I'm still writing the story but I have no issues with spilling some thangs... :3c

(Below are some slight spoilers, one mention of ed, and art containing blood and heavy topice)

Mia and Izaack pretty much have to conquer their respective fears by literally killing their respective nightmare counterpart, and must take a "token" of proof if they wish to escape the Astral Realm.

Mia will slowly lose her mind through the story while Izaack still needs to come to terms with reality...

Yan Luo and Zoth's original meanings (YL = Mia's fear of dying & Z = Izaack's ed) very much change with Mia and Izaack's circumstances. The Astral Schism was an effect of their hatred for each other. #symbolism

There are two endings I have planned, one is where everyone makes it out okay and reunites with the people who care about them the most while the other is where only Anastacha makes is out :(

I swear this started as a silly "haha what if" but then I started drawing more and went "ah fuck, there goes my mental illness"

[official-linguistics-post]

Hi! I love your blog, it always makes me so extremely happy when I find new linguistics blogs! Currently a lot of your post are sitting in my unspeakably long queue. Anyways, after seeing that freshman anon that wants to study linguistics in the future I thought that I might as well pop in and ask you my question about pursuing linguistics in college. I’m a high school senior that should (knock on wood) be starting college next year majoring in linguistics. I absolutely love linguistics and love the idea of studying it, but I’m worried that I won’t be able to actually get a decent job with it. I’m currently planning on becoming a researcher in applied linguistics, but I’m worried that that’s a bit of an unrealistic(?) plan, and I don’t know what else I’d do with linguistics if that didn’t work out for any reason. I’m just worried about putting all of my eggs into one basket I guess. Sorry that this is a bit of a vague ask that doesn’t really have a direct question, whatever insight you can give would be greatly appreciated, thank you. 

my advice is: keep your goal in mind, but don't be alarmed if/when it changes.

i planned to study linguistics from about freshman or sophomore year of high school, but i was interested in neuro- or psycholinguistics. once i got to college, i took a few courses in that direction, but the psychology part just didn't capture my attention in the same way (and let's be real i didn't want to take organic chemistry). by the time i was planning my undergrad thesis, it had pivoted to bilingual education research, and then in senior year i took one random course that skewed my trajectory completely into historical linguistics (after i finished the bilingual ed thesis, at least). i went to graduate school for that subfield—masters and phd—but now i'm burnt out on academia so i'm pivoting into public education.

it's very hard to feel like you've invested so much time in one direction that may not work out in the end, i won't lie to you. but at this very early stage in your possible future career, i encourage you to enjoy the ride where you can. take classes that sound interesting. get to know a variety of people working in the field. and explore topics off your beaten path! i've ended up working closely with archaeologists, which is very fun but also confirms that i don't want to be an archaeologist.

even if you decide not to stick with linguistics—even if you're forced out by a lack of jobs, which is not uncommon—you'll still have the experience of research and critical thinking behind you. also, linguists are fun friends.

[lawrites]

Riddle to Solve

BTAS! Riddler x Named Female Reader

1.5k words: Reader hasn't seen Edward Nygma since they both lost their jobs at Competitron. Suddenly seeing him after two years forces a lot of unresolved feelings to come to the surface, for Eddie and Luna both. Did your feelings for each other matter then? Do they matter now?

This was made as a swap with an anonymous Discord friend <3. Their OC is named Luna, but this fic is first person and could be read as a "named" reader.

CW: suggestive thoughts from the rizzler, hurt/comfort, edward nygma being arrogant as per usual

“L-Luna?”

You turn, recognizing that voice almost instantly. “Eddie?”

The both of you stare at each other for a moment, almost making sure the other is real, before mirrored wide grins split your faces. The heart in your chest beats faster as you realize the expression is his genuine, real smile, the one only you could pull out of him. He's truly happy to see you.

Your bodies approach each other quickly, drawn like magnets. Your momentum almost makes you look like you are going in for a hug, your arms swinging forward…but you stop just shy of touching the other. 

You both sit in silence for a moment, taking the other in up close. A slight blush makes its way onto your face, but you can't help it. He looks good. His ginger hair is more loose than it had been when you had last seen him at Competitron. Fluffier, more free…it makes your hands twitch with the want to bury themselves in the shining, copper locks. His face remains as handsome as ever, with his adorable button nose, but his clothes…

He always wore a striped shirt with suspenders when you had worked with him. Cute, but more apt for Wall Street than what you expected of him. This outfit…your mouth goes dry when you take it in. 

A dark green sweater adorns his slight torso, loose on his body but tucked into tight grey slacks that match his long overcoat. The lines of his clothes highlight his tall, lean body. He looks professional for the most part, aside from the purple driving gloves. You do your best to contain your thoughts about those before making eye contact with Ed once more. A feeling of satisfaction spreads through your body when you realize that his cheeks are reddening just as yours are. 

Ed is embarrassed about his own blush, if he could be frank. It started when he caught you just as you were walking away, recognizing your shape from behind almost instantly and calling out to you. While he doesn't want to admit that that was his reasoning for recognizing you, can you blame him? 

He had to wait behind you in enough queues, see you bent over enough desks in those tight skirts you wear, that he has an entire section of his mind dedicated to fantasies about your ass. Some days he had to actively keep himself from reaching out, winding his hands around you, and bringing you back against him just to feel that delicious curve. He kept it secret, of course, he did his best to keep things professional when you worked with each other.

But after the initial onslaught of familiar thoughts…Edward was blinded by the glow of your smiling face again as you turned, and that handily won out over anything else in his mind. Your gorgeous, dark hair was up in a ponytail today, shining in the sunlight and swinging behind you as you moved towards him.

He watched you adjust your glasses nervously with a blush after you stopped in front of him, and it filled his lonely heart with a glee he hasn't felt in more than a year. But he immediately chastises himself…he needs to do his best to keep distance from you. He still has plans he needs to fulfill, and he can't allow you to be involved. What if you were hurt, in the process? What if you saw what he's become in his exile? 

The voice that you remember being full of mischief, arrogance, and, dare you say it, warmth suddenly sounds distant and aloof. 

“Luna, it is…good to see you.”

Steadying yourself, you hold back your initial  reaction to his presence and instead analyze his words, his tone, and his body language. If that's all he has to say to you, after years apart, after radio silence…then you refuse to give him any reaction he may want. Your tone mirrors his-professional.

“Yes, Mister Nygma, it is nice to see you again after so long.”

You see how he goes almost stiff when you call him Mister Nygma, his back straightening and his eyes turning dark before his face becomes impassive. But, instead of letting him respond, you continue after a beat of silence, curiosity at his presence winning out over pettiness.

“What brings you to Gotham?”

His previous demeanor relaxes a bit, and he almost looks…nervous. 

“Oh! Well…I suppose I've always heard interesting whispers about this city. And with recent rumors I've been…drawn here for some reason. After everything that happened…”

He trails off, and you can tell his racing mind is reliving the trauma of losing it all in one day, just as you had. Competitron, as your former place of work, used to be everything to the both of you. Ed came up with all of the riddles, but you helped him with the art direction. Your mind would interpret his gorgeous thoughts into a visual reality, and the code you both worked on made it an actual reality, on screen at least. 

But then the layoffs started. First it was a few lower level people…and then a few close coworkers. And then…suddenly, you walked in one day and were told to pack your bags. Years of working for them, for giving it all to make the Minotaur game, and they just brushed you away. You still find yourself frustrated and angry about it, even after getting a new job. The only credit you received was a footnote at the end of the game. 

And Ed…well…it wasn't public news, but he gave Mockridge hell over both your sacking and the lack of royalties for your work. He was planning to sue them, for the both of you. And then…he was fired too. 

You heard the news and tried to call him, but he was just gone. And you haven't seen him for two years until just now, when Competitron has been rumored to be moving to Gotham. The coincidence is too much to ignore.

“Edward…”

He seems to startle at your use of his full name, something that you usually only did during arguments or serious conversations. 

“...I-I know that what Mockridge did to us hurt. I still have trouble getting over it, myself. But, don't let his heinous actions rule your life. I'm glad to see you, but if you're only here to harass our former boss-”

Ed stiffens again and cuts you off, “Well, I'm sorry that I can't get over that-that cretin taking credit for my work.” He spits out the words, moving closer to you almost in anger. 

You glare up at him, furious, now, “You mean our work. If you try to take even that from me after I lost my job and my L-” you stop yourself from admitting the truth of what you had felt for him, then. He notices your slip, but doesn't comment. “-my best friend…” your eyes are full of tears now. Frustrated tears. Dejected tears. How could he not notice you when you are right in front of him? What has blinded him for two years so much that he hasn't even sent a letter?

“...then I don't think we have anything else to discuss. I wish you well, Edward Nygma. B-be kind to yourself.” And you turn, prepared to leave. Two years apparently haven't changed your feelings towards him, if your racing, broken heart is any indication, but you've now realized you wasted that time pining for him after seeing him now. He is only focused on himself and what he lost…and maybe he always was. 

You are stopped, suddenly, from retreating by a gloved hand wrapping, gently, around your arm. “Luna…”

Chastising yourself for wasting even one more moment on someone who obviously won't even let you leave with your dignity, you freeze in place but don't turn. “I would prefer to go, Eddie.” You bite out the nickname that used to make him tease you, used to make him blush, even, just to get some petty revenge out of this horrid day. 

The hand on your arm trembles, and it makes you pause. You had planned to shake your arm out of his grasp and leave, quickly, to go cry in your apartment…but then you hear his voice once more. Quietly, almost whispering, Edward Nygma says, “Please.”

You almost collapse hearing the syllables leave his mouth, and turn to see the man that uttered them. In only the few moments between you turning to leave and his plea, Eddie was a changed man. His face is pale, and his expression looks pained. Green eyes that were closed off and arrogant are now surprisingly open, shining with an expression you can't name. 

“You did not deserve that reaction from me after all that we meant to each other. I'm sorry.”

Frankly? You are gobsmacked. Edward Nygma just apologized to you. At least he acknowledged and validated your feelings about his treatment of you…but it still feels like it isn't enough. “Eddie, I appreciate your apology, but I hope you can see that your behavior was not something I expect of a friend.”

You do end up wrenching your arm away from his grasp, making him wince. “If you want to come back into my life, after leaving me for two years-” your voice chokes out the last words, the reality of everything crashing in around you, “-and treat me like I was just a coworker, and not someone who you trusted, as I did you?”

A sniffle leaves you, trying to hold back your tears, “Then I would rather you save the honeyed, practiced words and just leave. I can't take you playing with my good will towards you, again.”

And as you are about to embarrass yourself and sob in front of him, emotionally confused, partly, but mainly sad…his arms bring you to him. You are enveloped in them. He keeps you there, for a moment. His steady breathing and calming, familiar scent ground you. And then, one of his gloved hands moves to the side of your head, gently leading you to look up at him, “No playing. No games. No riddles.” 

His green eyes are shining, “I am truly sorry. The moment you turned, I was reminded of the last time I had to see you go, the pain that came with it. I-I initially tried to push you away because I do have secrets, Luna.”

You try to talk, but he cuts you off, “I can't tell you about them…not now. But I can't let you walk away, again, either.” His expression is torn, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes full of desperation for some sort of answer to his quandary. 

Both of you are dancing around your feelings, for now. But…you can tell he does feel the same, truly, he must. You can't leave the man you love so desperately confused. Your hand reaches up, mirroring his hold on you and gently making him look down, “Then…let's just get some coffee together.”

His eyes are full of hope, gleaming with affection at your answer, “Do you still like it the same way?”

You chuckle, “Of course, I haven't changed much since you last saw me.” You blush, again, worried that standing still would make him lose interest in you, somehow. 

He releases you, and you do the same to him, but he stays close. His eyes trace up and down your body, sticking to your chest for just a moment before meeting yours once more. “Oh I don't know about that…”

He chuckles, holding out his hand for you to take, a smirk adorning his face, “...you seem changed. More sure, more independent.”

You take his hand, and you begin walking together to the nearest cafe. He winks, “A most brilliant riddle for me to solve.”

[starscatteredsky]

Welcome to the Star Scattered Sky, hopefully you find your home among the cosmos :)

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REQUESTS ARE INCREDIBLY BACKLOGGED!! PLEASE BE PATIENT WE HAVE OVER 200!!

read this for info on our current temporary changes to the posting schedule!

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a little thing for 100 followers!! right here!!

this is a safe place for therians, otherhearted, fictionkin, otherkin, introjects, irls, neogender havers, neopronoun users, systems, neurodiversities and physical disabilities of all kinds, and pretty much anyone else who wants to be here :)

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we are here to help!! feel free to request different things like playlists, moodboards, fashion ideas, stimboards, den/home ideas, care kits, foods or recipes for your kin/theriotype/source/etc, names and pronouns, xeno/neogenders and flags (we can coin, or go searching for pre-existing ones, whatever is preferred) and more!! just ask!! (please keep requests to one or two kintypes per ask! sending in multiple asks will help us keep organized!)

we are ok with inbox checks!! our queue posts twice daily, so if we get a large influx of asks it can take a while for them to post! so it’s always ok to ask what’s coming up :D

we’re also happy to answer good faith questions about ourselves :)

we have a lot of darkkin (daemons/demons, incubi, cryptids, etc) and celestialkin alters moderating this blog, so always happy to see more of you interact!!!

this blog is run by a DID system. we want to keep discourse off this blog, as arguing is tiring. We are anti-endo, but we can’t and won’t stop you from using any terms you see here!

if you think your ask got eaten, please ask us before resending it!! we often get a backed up queue, and are happy to let you know if we received it or not :)

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A picture of the pale city, showing haunting blue atmospheric lighting with the two sides of the city split by some kind of crevasse. the buildings lean in towards the center, and a thin wooden plank spans the crevasse. Two small silhouettes are walking across the plank. the buildings are inhumanly large, and the city stretches off far into the background, vanishing into the blue lighting. the silhouettes are so small, it makes the entire image give off a sense of awe and mystery, and almost unnerving.

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[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Can you give any hints about your NSFN thing? Like... What it is?

Haha, you're like the 3rd person who has asked XD I'm realizing that I've added a lot of followers with my watch through and... never explained NSFN for them.

What is NSFN?

Some celebrate "kinktober", I celebrate NSFN, "Not Safe For November". A month-long celebration of all things sex.

What kind of things do you post?

Just because sex ed in the united states is a huge joke, I tend to take a more educational approach with my posts. Things about sex even adults might not know or would find interesting, and things that I think should have been taught in sex ed in my school instead of literally just "Abstinence is the only way to exist okay bye".

Fear-based sex ed, or straight up no information, is way too damn common.

As a former teenager, what I always thought would have been more useful would be teaching teens HOW to have sex safely. Not just the condom talk (which some states do), but like things like... being nervous or anxious might make it harder to get stuff in holes, use lube- but use the right kind for the material toys or condoms are made from, pee after sex to avoid a UTI.

I get it, having those conversations with teens can be uncomfortable, but like, when else are you supposed to learn it? And not teaching proper sex ed in any form is why there were dozens of teen moms in my graduating class.

It's information as a teen I would have liked to have, and information that never stops being useful as an adult. Sex is a natural part of life, and A) Letting people go through life hurting themselves and course-correcting is stupid; and B) Acting like teenagers don't have sex is BEYOND stupid.

I ranted but know I'm holding myself back from a much longer rant lmao.

What is in the queue?

I'll include the stuff I'm working on queuing, last-minute ads.

I probably fucked up because it's a shit ton of stuff to queue, but the hope is that I queued it so you get 4 posts each day:

30 Sex facts

60 "Sex Dictionary" of kinks and fetishes (randomly divided into 2 groups of 30)

30 Sex toys

The sex facts posts are going to be familiar for anyone who was around for the last NSFN (I think I was too busy last year to do it), they were just re-queued.

If there is anything anyone would like to see, speak now! This is the last week I can spare to queue stuff!

And if anyone doesn't want to see NSFN stuff, just block the tag #NSFN!

[robottheodorlasso]

So, I went looking up the translation of AFC Richmond motto, Gradarius Firmus Victoria, because I was thinking of using it in some future fanart. (And also because I’m a Latin Motto Enjoyer™️) Queue me stumbling upon maybe the funniest and most targeted Ted Lasso article I’ve ever seen, detailing the motto's janky latin. Which was then followed up with a second article after the official Ted Lasso Twitter account gave It’s in-universe translation of the motto/ reasoning for the butchered Latin. This is exactly the kind of indulgent nonsense I’m in love with.

Before I get into it, I absolutely recommend you go read the article! It made me laugh, gets delightfully technical about Latin translation and goes into a lot of depth about why the motto just does not work grammatically. but even outside of that it touches on other points such as the classism inherent in sports, latin, and linguistics, albeit briefly. Look, it's a 7 min read and a joy at that, it’s worth the time!

TL;DR: Dear lord, the mottos Latin is so janky. not only are the grammatical cases just strange, but it uses a mix of both masculine and feminine endings (which I admit, I’m embarrassed I didn’t notice till now.) to quote Ed DeHoratius:

“The Latin motto in the end is at best ambiguous and at worst as fictional as the show itself. Gradarius Firmus Victoria is, if correct grammatically, awkward Latin”

The article goes on to give a few possible translations, though they all require editing the original phrase to actually make it work, but ultimately the conclusion DeHoratius comes to is this:

“The strongest meaning is ‘A strong hand / coach guides us to victory’; that has the strength of other Latin mottos that I assume the show is trying to invoke. But that’s not what the Latin says.”

(Ok but side note: the bit that got me was that to modern knowledge, ‘gradarius’ has only ever been used ONCE in classical Latin. Which is just, so funny. Honey… how did you get into this motto??)

However, After this article was written the official Twitter account stated that in 1899, the AFC Richmond owner wanted the club to have a motto and that is should be “slow and steady wins the race.” But After local latin scholars refused to translate the phrase because they thought it was inappropriate for a team called “the greyhounds” he asked his 6 year old daughter to help with the translation.

Which, as an in universe thing? Kinda a funny detail! Seems like something a rich Victorian white guy would do! But that’s not *really* how the actual Latin came about now was it? DeHoratius himself in his article says he’s not sure if the bad translation job or an intentional joke. Which, yeah! Hard to tell! Though to me it does feel like it was an unintentional mistake that was pointed out. Take this all as your reminder to talk to your local linguists and classicists if you want something properly translated into Latin as a dictionary is only gonna get you so far. Frankly, it’s a good idea to get any translation to or from a language you arnt familiar with double checked.

Anyways what meaning will I go with? Personally I’m inclined to go with Ed DeHoratius’s translation, as I feel it more fitting for the shows Themes and Motifs™️

[kaidoslastbraincell]

no matter which universe they're in, i know their souls will always recognise each other...

pairings: bakudeku

genre: fluff. ALL THE FLUFF

recommended song: cold coffee by ed sheeran

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It was just another monday morning for Izuku Midoriya. He'd turned up for his shift at the campus coffee shop, expecting it to be an ordinary day. Nothing interesting ever happens. It's always the same, power through the shift, go to class, home, sleep, repeat. Until that day.

His friends (Uraraka and Shoto) were studying at a corner table, waiting out the next few hours so they could all go to class together. Izuku pushed the glasses back up his nose with the back of his hand as he wiped down the counters.

Katsuki Bakugo had come to this cafe a number of times before, and not once had he seen the green-haired boy with several piercings and tattoos covering both arms behind the till today. He froze in the doorway, his soul stirring slightly.

"Hey, Bakubro! Why'd ya stop?" Kirishima muttered from behind him, a hand resting roughly on his shoulder.

The blonde shrugged him off, resuming his walk to the back of the line. "It's nothing."

The smile on Izuku's face as he worked was blinding. Katsuki turned to the red-head, a scowl on his face.

"Has he always worked here? I've never seen him before."

Kirishima glanced over, a knowing look in his eye.

"Yep. He's here almost every day. Total hit with the ladies," he chuckled, "he's got the whole bad boy look down but he's the sweetest guy around."

He gave the server another once over, something new catching his attention each time. A black hairclip with a little cat on the end was holding his bangs out of his face. A snort slipped past his lips. What a dork.

The two guys finally reached the front of the queue. With Kirishima moving to be in front, he caught Izuku's attention first.

"Mornin' Kiri, your usual?"

"You're the man, Midobro! Bakubro, whatta you havin'?"

Green eyes met with red and both boys stopped, their breath hitching. Every detail was apparent now, like Katsuki's focus had sharpened: curly green hair pinned back, with an undercut that had started to grow out, 2 piercings on his left ear, 4 on his right, and a ring in the centre of his bottom lip. The top of the tattoo sleeve on his right arm was slightly peeking from the collar of his t-shirt. He swallowed harshly.

"Ah um, what can I get for you?" Izuku's cheeks started to glow a soft pink, heart thundering in his chest. Have we met before?

"Caramel brown sugar iced latte," he mumbled, eyes never leaving the living emeralds.

"Right! Can I take a name for your order?"

"Katsuki."

A small smile tugged at Izuku's lips. "Cute."

The blonde's eyes widened and the blush he was already sporting deepened. Kirishima blinked, his stare switching between his 2 friends. He smirked.

"We'll just go wait over there..." he pointed off to the side.

"Right...right! It won't take long!"

Their order was quickly whipped up and called out. As they were walking out, Katsuki looked at the label on his cup, finding a number messily scrawled along the edge followed by a little heart...

like+comment for part 2 <3

[groovygrub]

heyyy folks!!! as promised, a brief(...ish) explanation of what's been going down:

so we had ourselves a bit of a ~tornadic thunderstorm~ almost a week ago; apparently FOUR lil twisters touched down in our area and several were visible from our driveway?!! – tragically, i didn't get to actually see the tornados because i was tripping too hard (here's some common sense disguised as a fun fact! if you consume 16x a "microdose" of shrooms, especially combined with other edibles, the dose isn't so micro anymore!! that shit had me macro-ed, dude 😩 learn from my mistakes!) and also didn't expect any visible touchdown from our house :((( i cried when i found out i missed out on the nados, ngl.

anyway, the majority of the city lost all power and my house just got it back last night! we still got some live wires ⚡ hanging in our yard so it's cordoned off but hopefully they'll fix that soon because i really gotta go foraging soon & would prefer not to get yelled at and/or zippity zapped. i'm already getting zippity zapped enough by my own brain, you know??

while on the topic of brain zaps!! the extreme heat & humidity and stress (and without any AC, air purifier, very little water, etc) has been... less-than-compatible with my chronic health shit (especially my seizures, POTS, EDS, mast cell disease, and migraines) 😅 i've had 5+ (?) episodes over the past week and they're still periodically making little cameos 🥲

definitely one of the worst clusters i've had yet tbh. after the initial seizure, i couldn't really move & was just chilling there and my broke-ass brain very helpfully kept supplying me with nothing but the thought "damn, bro got prone" (i would make a great doctor, i know). and then i started sobbing because my CNS was too afk to go grab a drink and seizures always make me sooo goddamn thirsty for some reason & i was already so dehydrated 💀

and i didn't even get to see any nados!!!! like!!! that's so twisted, dude (pun really not even intended, just slipped out, whoops). "fucked up" doesn't even begin to describe it. absolutely gargantuan L for me :((( an elephantine L, a BROBDINGNAGIAN L, if you will. feels like i just got hoodwinked by the cosmos.

anyhowsies. i set forth with the intention of just letting y'all know why i've been playing tumblr hooky (oh!! and in the days immediately leading up to the power outage, i was just busy being helplessly in love. still am, don't have any plans of stopping ❤️✨ but i'm also trying to be more present again for my beloved little army of weirdos!) and to say sorry for the delay in memes 😕 so idk how it turned into this mess, my b!

i'm slowly working through my notifications too!! just takes some extra time to process things when Brain is rebooting (and Brain has to fully reboot every time i have an episode 🙄 dramatic ass lil bitch). thank you so much for all your patience, birds & bees (new inclusive alternative to "ladies & gentlemen" just dropped!) 💛

ps to my wonderful moot who said they were queueing one of my memes for last monday: if you're reading this, please know i didn't forget about you or your post!! i WILL get to it, promise! 🙏

[angelmatthew]

˚₊‧₊guidelines

₊̣̇.ෆ𝟎𝟏 i take requests for all jebewon members except for yujin because i’m not comfortable writing fics about a minor, no matter how platonic the plot requested is ! i hope you understand and respect that :)

₊̣̇.ෆ𝟎𝟐 i write drabbles, oneshots and blurbs (bullet points basically)

₊̣̇.ෆ𝟎𝟑 i write fluff, angst, romantic or platonic tropes and AUs

₊̣̇.ෆ𝟎𝟒 i don’t write smut/explicit content and there’s a few things I draw the line at like abuse, eds and other potentially triggering topics, if a request’s topic makes me uncomfortable i won’t accept it

₊̣̇.ෆ𝟎𝟓 you can make your request as detailed as you want, it’s very helpful!

₊̣̇.ෆ𝟎𝟔 i will write fics with a gender neutral reader unless specified otherwise in the request

₊̣̇.ෆ𝟎𝟕 please remember that this is a hobby, I will take requests in the order they were received and work on them when i have time to spare also take a look at my pinned where I specify whether requests are open or not at the moment (i close the requests when 5 are in queue or otherwise it gets a bit too overwhelming)

₊̣̇.ෆ𝟎8 english is not my first language so i apologize in advance for any mistakes!

༉‧₊˚✧ lastly, i hope this blog can be a source of comfort for everyone so please don't shy away from requesting (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

[meowzfordayz]

Emergency request: selfhrm warning.

Im currently dealing with harming and i would like some comfort from my fav character: Tanjiro Kamado. (You can add other characters if youd like!)

Hiya. ☺️ I’m sorry to hear you’re dealing w/ sh, but I appreciate you reaching out for comfort. 🥺🖤

On that note, I’ve actually already written a few fanfics addressing sh, and seeing as my emergency requests queue’s currently @ 7 😅, I’m going to link the aforementioned fanfics for you.

telling tanjirou you self harm(ed)

kamaboko find out that you self harm

hashira find out that you self harm

I hope this doesn’t feel like a cop out! I write a max of 3 emergency requests per week, so the least amount of time yours could take (if I added it to my queue) is ~3 weeks, but if I wrote fewer than 3 per week (which often happens), then it could take even longer — hence why I linked you some immediate comfort instead! 🫶🏽

[carewyncromwell]

Just because they've been in my sketchbook a long while and I haven't done anything with them since they didn't really turn out the way I wanted...here are a few unfinished doodles I've done over the last year!

Starting with the top left, we have Carewyn and Merman!Orion, as referenced in that one short Mermay AU I did a year ago with Carewyn as a performer on Coney Island --

In the midst of Carewyn singing this song, however, the other four members of the Circle of Khanna were startled to realize that the Manta – who’d been curled up out of sight in the tank at the far corner of the stage – had actually gotten up off the ground and floated up to the top of the tank, sticking his head out above the water and resting it down on his arms perched on the edge of the tank so he could listen. His eyes had even drifted closed while Carewyn was singing, as if relaxing. And when Carewyn stopped singing and actually looked up at him, his black eyes softened noticeably, and he nodded slowly and approvingly.

On the top right, we have an unfinished 10-year-old!Jacob, 2-year-old!Carewyn, and the old Bach family cat Ella under the Christmas tree, as referenced in this one short fic I did earlier this year around Father's Day --

As Jacob told the story [of Hansel and Gretel], he took every opportunity he could to make Carewyn laugh, putting on his best imitation of his snippy English teacher when reading for the woodcutter’s wife and a cackling, “old-lady” voice for the witch. It entertained both Carewyn and Jacob greatly. Carewyn liked the first story so much that Jacob went on to read two more – Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella – after which Carewyn started to nod off. Her head drooped down onto her brother’s shoulder, and Jacob smiled fondly down at her before, taking care to avoid Ella the cat, he slid both himself and his little sister out from under the tree and scooped her up so he could carry her upstairs to bed. The old Siamese cat proceeded to follow Jacob and Carewyn upstairs, only breaking off once Jacob had put Carewyn to bed and closed the door.

Next, on the bottom left, we have Jacob's usual look while working as a barman for the Three Broomsticks, as referenced in this drabble I set during Carewyn's seventh year. (I didn't finish this one because seriously, Jacob, your muscled arms will be the death of me.)

The bottom middle obviously is Ghost-Bride!Carewyn from my Haunted Mansion AU, featuring the infamous clock featured in the original ride -- I'd been visiting Disneyland on one of my days off work that day, and while re-riding the Haunted Mansion (my personal favorite ride), I started drawing her in the queue and then finished her up while eating lunch at the Golden Horseshoe. I actually got a few families looking over my shoulder both in the line and at the restaurant watching me work, which made me blush! XD

And finally, thanks to some asks and prompts earlier this year making me remember how much I love him, the bottom right is my Marauder Era boy Ed Rosier and his OTL Regulus Black, back in their school days. Ed's face claim is Sebastian Stan, and when Ed was young, he used to dye his hair blond the way Seb has in some of his lesser-known non-Marvel-associated films (such as I'm Not Here). Ed did this as to better set himself apart from his older brother Evan, who Ed was constantly confused for, due to the two brothers' strong visual similarity, as well as constantly overshadowed by. It was only after losing Regulus, being disowned by his family, and learning of his brother's death that Ed went back to his natural hair color, making him much more resemble Seb as Bucky Barnes. Regulus's inspiration for this sketch was everyone's favorite fancast for him, Timothee Chalamet, even if personally I imagined Regulus having straight hair and looking much more like Skandar Keynes while originally reading the books.

Much love, all! Hugs and kisses! xoxo

[heeseungwifey]

"It's so romantic in Paris, won't even try to compare it..." [Sunghoon x Kazuha]

Chapter 1: The sleeping beauty

pairing - iceskater!Sunghoon x Ballerina!Kazuha (read the disclaimer!)

wc - 1.6k

sypnosis - Kazuha is flying with her ballet school to Paris to perform The Sleeping Beauty but she's very unmotivated since her crush and her rival are the main leads. Her day turns around the moment she sits next to Sunghoon, a hot ice skater who's coincidentally also flying to a championship that takes place in Paris.

warnings: embarrassment, mentions of ED (following chapters), smut (following chapters), very awful writing from a non-English native (sorry!) I'll add more warnings as I finish the following chapters.

GUys this is my first fic everr!! my idea is three chapters, developing the story, this is just the beginning, let me know if you like the idea.

disclaimer: I don´t ship anyone in this fic irl, I just thought they would look good together and everyone has such an elegant essence.

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Chapter 1; The sleeping beauty

All I’ve known since childhood is perfectionism and strictness. Classical music and training hours. I guess that’s the price to pay to get somewhere as a ballet dancer. Maybe I’ll never know anything else.

I’m standing on a queue at the airport, destination Paris. My school and I are going for a 3 month show at the Palais Garnier, presenting The Sleeping beauty. I would be very much enthusiastic about this if it wasn’t because unless Mina “the sleeping beauty” breaks a leg, I’m not even part of it at all.

Saying goodbye to my parents in sweats and with my headphones on I walk to the boarding door when I noticed a group of tall and slim men are also approaching it, but I don’t recognize any of them from our school.

“Ice skaters”- Says Chaewon on my shoulder, looking at them from head to toe. – “They have a world competition in Paris too, seems like all stars align for us and our trip to the city of love, don’t you think?”

“I’m nervous enough thinking that I might be kicked out if I don’t do better, I have no time to think about boys, even less fuckboy athletes”. – I’ve had enough experiences to know that if I plan to keep being a ballet dancer, my chances of finding love are very slim.

“C’mon Kazuha you always say that and then get paired up with a boy and suddenly they’re the love of your life, or don’t you remember your big fat crush with Minhyuk?”

Back when our school was doing Romeo and Juliet, Minhyuk was doing Romeo and I was Juliet. He’s way older than me but I guess spending so much time with him every single day made me grow fond of him. He didn’t feel the same because right after Mina entered the school they began dating. When I heard the news, I couldn’t leave my house for a week and called in sick. Chaewon came to visit and when she realized I wasn’t sick she began insisting to know what happened, so I had no other choice but to be honest. I know it’s completely fair that a man that has no interest in me dates another girl but the simple thought of seeing them together made me want to barf and it still does.

Sakura is simply the most talented of all of us, including Minhyuk, whom I had always considered and admired for being so talented. It’s obvious that for this great opportunity they were going to get the lead roles. They make a good couple and I’m jealous of that. I cannot simply be happy for people that are better than me on everything so effortlessly, it makes my blood boil. Specially Sakura, who’s so nice it makes it impossible to hate her.

“what seat are you on? I’m on F22”- Chaewon has been talking to me all this time as I was just dissociating, thinking how much I’m going to miss my parents and sleeping in my bed.

“I have seat F25, let’s see if we can ask someone to move so we can seat together.

Right as we are aboard the plane and get closer to our seats, I realize that we’re sitting right in the middle of the group of ice skaters.  I look at their faces and suddenly get very intimidated by how handsome they all are. High noses and fair skin, very slim and a great posture. I realized one of them has white hair and is sitting right next to my seat, F25.  By the time I’m going to tell Chaewon I don’t think they’re going to change seats with us she’s already talking to the boy who’s next to her seat.

“Hi Jake, my name is Chaewon, nice to meet you! Has anyone ever said to you how beautiful your nose is?”- she seats next to this man, and I already know I’m not longer going to sit next to her.

“Are you on the seat F25? Hold on, let me get up so I help you with your bags”- The boy with the white hair gets up and I get to compare is height to mine. Wow, he is tall. If I hugged him my head would be resting right on his chest. I look up as he finishes putting my bags on the overhead compartment and we make eye contact.

I felt like everyone had disappeared for 10 seconds. Chaewon, Mina and Minhyuk, every other passenger was gone the moment his eyes met mine, such beautiful dark brown that left me no choice but to look at them. I quickly snapped the moment I realized he said something to me.

“do you have anything else you wanna put in here? - he repeated.

“no, no thank you. That’s all”- I smile shyly and embarrassed as I slide onto my seat, next to the window.

“I’m Sunghoon, nice to meet you”- I looked at him in disbelief as the lingering question I had in my mind was answered by him, starting a conversation I wish would last the whole flight.

“I’m Kazuha, are you by any chance from the ice-skating national team?”- I need to keep the conversation going so I ask the most obvious question ever.

“Ah yes, we’re going to Paris because the tournament is being celebrated there. What about you, what takes you to Paris?”- he has turned his whole body towards me, resting his forearm on the armrest that’s in between us and looks at me directly into my eyes, waiting for my response.

“I’m a ballet dancer, we’re going to Paris for 3 months to present The Sleeping Beauty at the Garnier Palace.”“Are you the sleeping beauty?”- he asks with a smirk on his face.

“Uh, no, I’m going just in case the female lead gets injured, so I’m really not going to dance much”- I let a smile slide since weeks and kind of embarrasses me the way I’m telling a stranger my life.

“Wow that girl must be a really good sleeper if she won you because I highly doubt, she’s more beautiful than you”- He looks at me in the eyes and I’m no longer giggling, my face is getting red as I realized he’s complimenting me.

“Oh, thank you, well she’s indeed really pretty so I didn’t have a chance either”- I laugh it off and follow his joke as I become shy because of the redness on my face.

“who is she? Let me see if that’s true.” He looks around the airplane and I point at Sakura who’s casually resting her head on Minhyuk’s shoulder, which sends shivers down my spine and Sunghoon notices.

“Is it her? Really? well I guess not everyone has a good eye for beauty”- he looks at me and I can tell he’s trying to cheer me up, so I smile at him, and he smiles back showing his pointy canines, making him look like a vampire. I hate that he feels pity for me, so I decide to start watching a Netflix show on my iPad and leave the conversation all together.

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Three hours have passed and my airpods remind me there’s no battery left so I have no other choice but to stop watching the TV show. Sunghoon next to me realizes and offers one of his.

“I’m watching Catching killers, I don’t know if you’re into true crime, but this is what I can offer”- he looks at me funnily while he whispers, with a smile on his face and holding the right airpod with two fingers.

“I actually love true crime”- I whisper since there’s people sleeping around us, pick the airpod and put it in my ear. As I get closer to him to see the laptop screen and absentmindedly rest my head on his shoulder leaving it there for the rest of the flight.

By the time we get to Paris we’re both asleep, me resting my head on his shoulder and his head on my head. When we wake up, we’re surprised by Chaewon and her new friend Jake, laughing at us.

“Wow look at them, sharing airpods and all, hahaha”-he was laughing and sticking out his tongue.

“Zuha I thought you weren’t into athletes, I guess it was a lie”-Chaewon said to me, laughing.

“Jake bro shut up”- Sunghoon looks mad with his eyebrows furrowed and angrily packing his laptop inside his backpack.

“Chaewon are you dumb?!, stop shouting!”-they were making so much noise I knew it was gonna bring attention to us, what I didn’t expect was Minhyuk showing up right as everyone was getting out of the plane.

“Kazuha what is going on? Is he bothering you?” - he looked quite angry and was making direct eye contact with Sunghoon, who was looking at him right back.

“No, it’s okay, we were just watching a Netflix show together and fell asleep, that’s all.”

“do you know him?”

“no, well yes now I do, we just meet on the plane”- I tried to excuse myself in front of Minhyuk, making a fool of myself in the process.

“let’s go kazuha, get your belongings”- Minhyuk says very strictly, and I had no other choice but to follow his orders. No one is laughing anymore, Chaewon, Jake and Sunghoon look at me worriedly as I grab my things and leave next to Minhyuk.

Now that I think about it, I never said goodbye to Sunghoon. I don’t even have his phone number. Let the City of Love do its magic if this is meant to be.