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sharktoothedboys · 4 years ago

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Tea, Cake and Phone Numbers.

I AM EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE!!!

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“Everything will be okay... It will all be fine.”

You stood in front of the full length mirror giving yourself one last look over before leaving for the day and starting your new adventure.

Finally, after years of saving and working yourself to the bone you did it, the tea room you had always dreamt of was yours. You had spent the last 3 months doing a whole re design to exactly how you had always envisioned it and now today was finally here, opening day! Your stomach was in knots as you flipped the sign to open for the first time.

You really didn’t need to worry though, the tearoom was busy all day with a steady stream of takeaways and eating inside customers, you couldn’t have been happier. At the end of what you would class a successful opening day, you sat at a table, cup of tea in hand, grinning like the Cheshire cat, your blissful moment interrupted by the small jingle of the bell over the door alerting you to a customer.

Crap, You had forgotten to turn the sign around and lock the door, turning around you opened your mouth to infirm them you were in fact now closed for the day, the words died in your mouth when you saw him, Tall, slender but muscled, long dark hair tied back into a bun and dressed in stylish casual clothing, of course you recognised him, even without his hero costume.

“Oh I am sorry, I didn’t realise...” He began, starting to apologize, noticing the small tea room was closed.

“It’s Fine,” You smiled warmly up at him and gestured for him to take a seat, “What can I get for you?”

“Are you sure?” His eyes looked full of apology, his expression so sweet and sincere, you felt your stomach begin to flip.

“Really, Its fine, Now what would you like?”

“Could I get a chai latte and a slice of the matcha crepe cake? If there is any left of course, My friends swung by earlier and My friend Mina was raving about it to me all day, So I had to come and try it for myself.” He said excitedly, The smile on his face making his eyes twinkle.

You got him his request and took it over to his table, You watched him tuck in to the cake as you busied yourself with the rest of the closing down procedures, including actually turning the sign to closed this time, He took a book out of his bag and began to read it as he sipped on his latte, his eyes never leaving the pages before him, you smiled a little, noticing that he seemed to be rushing slightly. Draining the last of his coffee, he began to put his book away and stood up. Diving his hand in to his pocket to pay his bill.

“So, did the cake live up to the hype of your friend?” You smiled as you aksed him.

“It was so good! My other friend, who wouldn’t normally be caught dead in a tea room, would absolutely love it, he is a bit of a tea nerd too. So I will have to drag him down here one day.” His smile showing his pearly whites and you melted a little inside. He was such a long term crush of yours, you didn’t know how you had continued to function while he was around.

“Then its on the house, For such kind words and promise of future custom.” You winked at him.

“What, No I couldn’t”

“Its the owners privilege,” You said in a hushed whisper, “Besides, I already cashed up for the day.”

The toothy smile flashed again as he said goodbye.

You truly never expected him to return, but return he did, the following week, you surmised that Thursdays were his days off from patrol, With another impossibly handsome man, ordered the same again for himself and a china rose tea and Victoria sponge for the other gentleman, you assumed this was the tea guy he spoke about. You recognised him as a hero too but couldn’t quite place who he was. But you enjoyed the appreciative noises he made while devouring your cake.

It became a weekly thing, sometimes he came alone, sometimes he had one or more friends in tow, Once he turned up with 3 men, all stupidly handsome, and a girl, who was adorably cute and complimented you, your shop and baking skills to no end. Mina was her name and she was forever welcome in your tea shop. Every time He came, you had a friendly chat , A strange kind of friendship began to blossom, even though you didn’t know each others names, besides his hero name, But it still made your heart go all mushy.

A few months after he started to come in on those Thursdays you always found yourself looking forward to, He appeared at closing time, you looked up surprised to see him as he was very late today, your eyes going wide.

“Hey” He smiled at you shyly, “Um, I hope you don’t think me weird only, the thing is I really need to ask you something,” Pausing, he took a deep breath, “Um, would you maybe like to go out with me sometime?”

You smiled and felt your face flush a deep red, you giggled, He looked so shy and adorable as he stumbled over his words, “Sure I would love to.”

“Really?”

No one sounded more surprised than he did, he fished a card out his pocket and a pen, gripping the lid between his teeth as he scribbled something down.

“This is my personal number, give me a call later and I’ll take you anywhere that will make you smile.”

“I will.”

Holding the card up to your eyeline, you fought the urge to scream and jump up and down around the tea room in happiness.

“Oh!” He stopped and turned before he left, “I’m Sero, Hanta Sero, Pleased to meet you YN.” He sent a wink your way and left.

you Blushed uncontrollably as you tidied up the place a little faster than normal, you had a phone call to make.

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I loved this idea!! My first Sero story tooooo, we love Sero in this house! Hope you guys enjoyed and as always, please, like, follow and re-blog!! Thanks guys!

Love Ezra!!

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lokiandbuckyaremine · 4 years ago

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The Girl at the Table

Prompt: “Tom Hiddleston x (non actressxplus size) reader where reader is hanging out at the cafe while doing her work,and it so happened that the cafe is quite full,when someone(Tom) asked to share table with her,and when she noticed it was Tom(her huge celeb crush) she was so shy that she didn't even find the courage to even ask for an autograph but before Tom goes,he somehow was interested with her with how busy she was and noticing her love for books,and asked her to get coffee/tea sometime 😅😅😊” ~ Requested by @tom-hlover

Warnings: NONE

Author’s Note: HEY ALL! Omg been a while! I’m back. I’ve very involved with my Music studies and work but all good things. Will try to get things done. Love you all and hope everyone is staying happy, healthy, and safe.

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Out of all places you chose to do your work, it had to be this cafe. You silently smacked your head as you heard the door once again ding and allow in yet another customer. Usually the cafe was not this busy and you always sat at the same table, at the same window, watching the same scenery. But today seemed different and you had no idea why.

Silently sipping your Chai tea, you peered around to see the crowd gathered around the counter waiting for their expensive drinks. As you resumed typing away on your computer, the barista yelled “Drink for Mr. H! We have a Chai tea latte for a Mr. H!” You frowned as you looked over to the counter and saw a tall man squeeze his was through the line. Who the hell writes their name so official on a cup? Can’t people just use their first or last names? Your thoughts amused yourself as you resumed once again to type away. Hopefully nothing else will distract you....

As if karma bit you in the butt, you soon felt the presence of another person at your table. “Pardon me, Miss. But do you mind if I share the table with you? The rest are a bit full.” You looked up at the tall figure who you soon recognized to be the “Mr. H” the barista referred to. He was strikingly handsome and British, the perfect combo for you. Contemplating getting your work done or having a hot British guy sit next to you, you smiled softly and gestured to the seat in front of you. “Please, be my guest.”

The handsome stranger “thanked you” and removed his jacket and scarf, revealing his lean and muscular figure. Looking over to him, you began to feel slightly self-conscious as you felt the pressure of his stare on you. You weren’t as skinny or curvy as most girls, which prevented you from feeling confident, but something in you made you feel even more self-conscious in front of him.

Silence fell between the both of you, but soon ended when the man cleared his throat. “Oh, ‘Midsummer Night’s Dream’ one of my all time favorites. Book report?” You peered above your book and noticed how blue his eyes were....almost familiar to you. “Uh yea, not really the biggest Shakespeare fan but this one isn’t too bad.” The man chuckled softly, and sipped on his latte. “Not a big fan? Shakespeare is quite brilliant with his writing. Why don’t you like him?” You shrugged and blushed at the stranger’s teasing. “I don’t know. He speaks in such a weird way that I can’t seem to understand his purpose or what the hell he is talking about. It’s exhausting and I just want to get this paper done, ya know?”

You both laughed and he couldn’t help but smile at you as you focused back at your book. “Well, I’m Tom by the way and would love to give you a hand if you’d like.” Tom....Mr. H....oh my god! TOM HIDDLESTON! You were sitting across from THE Tom Hiddleston. Not realizing how much your mouth was open, you nearly choked on your spit as you began stuttering. “Oh my god! Tom as in Tom Hiddleston?! Or should I say Mr. H!” You nearly fainted as he flashed you his gorgeous smile. “I am he, darlin. But can we keep it quiet, I’m trying to be low-profile.” He sent you a wink and your heart fluttered.

You shook you head and began to bite your cheek, trying to prevent the huge girlish smile from creeping on your face. “I’m so sorry. I’m just such a huge fan and love you and your acting. I would’ve never expected you to sit with a girl like me.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you and leaned across the table. “What do you mean, darling? Why wouldn’t I sit with you?” You shifted uncomfortably, as you began to feel small under his stare. “Well it’s just that I’m not like the other girls you’re with or you hang out with. I’m no Hollywood model or skinny or pretty like the rest. I’m just a small town girl.”

This seemed to upset Tom, as he reached over to gently tap your hand. “Look, all those girls are all about attention. Most of them are fake. They paint themselves with makeup and starve themselves to keep such an unnatural figure. It sounds so cliche, but it’s true. You, my darling, are gorgeous and are a natural beauty. One of the first things I noticed actually. I came over because you seemed so calm and content as you read your book, something I don’t see too many females do nowadays.” You couldn’t help but giggle.

Tom really was a Prince Charming. You looked over to him and flashed him a smile as he resumed to sip his latte. “Thank you, Tom. Really. Coming from a huge celebrity like you let alone an extremely attractive one means a lot.” He winked back at you and nodded. “By the way, what are you doing in this area anyways? Kind of random for you to be here.” He shifted in his seat as if he was trying to remain undercover. “Well my director and I were looking at some theaters in the area to promote our new Shakespeare drama. We are looking to expand and there are a few theaters here that have come recommended. Plus we figured it was a great place to keep low.”

Wow. Tom Hiddleston was going to be spending time in your hometown. So many thoughts went through your head. Maybe you can both----”As a matter of fact, now that you and I have met, perhaps you can show me around or make me feel at ease while I’m here. Wouldn’t want to lose such a friendly and gorgeous face as yours.” Damn, he is slick. You were gonna ask for an autograph, but this far out-beat that! “SURE! Wow, yea, I would love that. But only if you help me with this essay.” He chuckled and got up from his seat to join you. “You might want to make room, Darling. This is going to be a very long coffee date.”

Stuck in a booth, at a coffee shop, with the one and only Tom Hiddleston...this was a dream come true.

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monstersandmaw · 5 years ago

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Male werewolf x female reader (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

This is a patreon tier reward, and I hope you enjoy my take on their big, dad-bodded werewolf OC, Lowe. It's been up on Patreon on early release and is now up on Tumblr for you to enjoy.

Content: playful banter, fluff, the briefest flicker of angst, some dominant tendencies in Lowe (it's not D/s though, for anyone who's not into that), and a reader who gives as good as she gets. Wordcount: 2792

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As you yanked the door to the campus cafe open with about twice as much force as it needed, you caught a glimpse of Lowe working behind the counter. Of course, there was a massive queue at this time of day; at the midpoint of the afternoon when people were thinking about either finishing up early or knuckling down for a caffeine-fuelled all-nighter.

Engrossed as he’d looked in his work before, he glanced up as if he’d sensed your presence, his warm eyes flicked briefly in your direction as the door opened, and he offered you a quick, fond, twitch of the lips before turning back to the masterpiece of latte art in his hands. Even at that distance, you felt your body relaxing a little more around him. In the time since he’d made some playfully snarky comment about your Pokémon shirt a few months ago - which had, in fact, led to a joint outing on campus playing Pokémon Go together - you and he had fallen into an easy friendship.

You tried not to snarl softly to yourself as the woman at the front of the queue, old enough to be a post-grad perhaps, leaned on the counter and flirted openly with him, but at the end of the day, what claim did you have to him anyway? Lowe was your friend, and as much as you’d like to think you might be the tall, long-haired guy’s type (he was certainly yours, with that ‘powerful-yet-soft-around-the-edges’ dad bod he had going on, and that self-assured confidence that tipped just pleasantly shy of being arrogance), you couldn’t really be sure. After all, you’d seen him getting pretty close with a guy friend of his, so for all you knew, he wasn’t even interested in women, but you’d never really discussed that. The most personal things had got so far was Bloodborne bosses and beloved DnD characters, which was also fine.

The queue slowly dwindled in front of you, and when you stepped up to the counter, Lowe turned from the machine on the far counter and plonked a large cup down before your lips had even opened to begin your order. His grin was positively wolfish, all teeth and glinting eyes.

You pouted and snapped, “And what if I wanted a chai latte with soy milk today?”

He raised one thick eyebrow as he popped the takeaway lid onto the cup with a distractingly big hand, and said flatly, “You hate soy milk. Drink up, grumpy-guts. You’ll feel better…”

You huffed, took the cup off the counter, slapped the cash down just hard enough to make him chuckle and twitch another smile - damn the bastard looked pleased with himself and double-damn, if he didn’t look extra-specially good wearing that expression - and he announced to his colleague that he was going on break.

He joined you outside, tugging out one of the heavy, metal chairs for you without a word before taking a seat on the other side of the table.

Lowe closed his eyes, tipping his head back a little to feel the chilly late-spring breeze on his face. He looked good as he relaxed like that, with his long, thick, nut-brown hair tied back off his face with a few fluffy bits escaping at the front, and his big arms folded across his chest and resting on the slight paunch he had at the waist. Something about the thick, almost russet-brown scruff on his jaw made you want to touch it. Instead, you sipped your drink and sighed.

“Good?” he asked without moving or opening his eyes.

“You know it is, you cocky little shit,” you laughed. Banter with him was always so easy, and you gave as good as you got. “Thanks, by the way. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m a complete brat…”

He snorted and cracked an eye to look at you. The sun caught in his golden-brown iris and glinted softly like polished amber, and it honestly stole your breath for a moment. “How’s the course going?” he asked instead of teasing you any more. “You were pretty stressed about that assignment last time we talked.”

You rolled your eyes and puffed the air out of your chest, swiftly following it with some inarticulate grunt of despair. “It would be going a lot better if my roommate wasn’t also being such an inconsiderate asshole,” you snarled. “Seriously, I don’t think I can take the smell of weed or the late nights any more.”

He frowned. “Can’t you talk to someone about it?”

“Have done. Not sure I’ll have a roommate for much longer though… Missing classes and being constantly stoned must equal tanking grades, right?”

Lowe nodded but didn’t say anything for a while, watching as a gnoll and her girlfriend strolled past, hand in hand. The gnoll nuzzled her nose against the human’s ear and elicited a squawk that made her giggle in return. Eventually he said, “You free this weekend?”

Cocking your head to one side, you shrugged. “Hand-in is on Friday afternoon, so… yeah? I mean, I had just planned to sleep all day… why?”

He looked uncharacteristically apprehensive and chewed on the inside of his cheek before answering. “I was going to head up into the woods for the weekend. Camping. Wondered if you wanted to come too?”

“Camping?”

“Yeah…” he said, looking like he was regretting mentioning it now. “But if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I mean… you’ve earned your rest, and camping under the stars isn’t for everyone. Don’t feel like you have -”

“Shut up for a second, will you?” you laughed, and he drew up short and blinked, staring at you before laughing fondly. “I’ve actually never been camping. I’d love to go, as long as you don’t make me go for a ten mile hike as well…”

“Would I treat you like that?” he crooned and you rolled your eyes again and muttered something which you didn’t think he’d catch. Somehow, however, he did, and he barked a loud laugh, startling a cervitaur walking past with his grocery shopping in each hand. As Lowe turned to look at the cervitaur he’d surprised, you watched his eyes flare gold, almost unnaturally so. Perhaps it was just a trick of the sunlight at this angle. When he looked back at you, you missed what he said, staring at his eyes, which were now back to their normal, warm brown.

He murmured your name, sounding a little concerned. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean it. You’re not a brat… not really…”

“Shut up,” you retorted, your tone carrying no venom. “And you know full well know I can be.”

That Thursday afternoon, your roommate moved out, finally expelled for drug use and selling to other students, and you fumigated the room as best you could, relieved at last. The second after you’d finished deep-cleaning everything, you texted Lowe and said, ‘So… I’m down a roommate now.’

‘You need me to help hide the body?’ he sent back immediately and you burst out laughing.

‘I love you, but no. It was expulsion rather than murder. I was kind of hoping you might want to move in instead?’ you sent, your heart in your mouth. He’d mentioned he was looking for a place closer to campus, and this could be perfect for him. If he was willing to have you as his roommate, of course.

‘Definitely interested. Can I think about it and let you know this weekend?’

That wasn’t a complete rebuttal, you figured. ‘Of course.’

‘Cheers. I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday.’

True to his word, Lowe didn’t take you on a ten mile route march. He drove you up to the start of a wide, easy looking trail that was apparently only three miles up to the campsite, along a winding, inviting, grassy path. Despite looking maybe a little towards the less fit end of the scale, Lowe was four strides ahead of you in a matter of seconds. Realising this, he slowed, and you nudged him with your elbow.

“Thanks,” you said and he gave you one of his soft, secret smiles that you didn’t see very often.

He wasn’t particularly talkative as you made your way up the path, but the silence between you was easy, relaxing even.

“You’re such a cliche, you know that?” you laughed a little while later as you paused on a rock for a drink and to adjust the laces of your shoe.

Lowe scowled. “How?”

You stared pointedly at the penknife in his hand and the stick he’d picked up and had idly begun to whittle into a howling wolf in his big, strong hands, almost as if he’d not even realised he was doing it. Again, he surprised you by just shrugging a shoulder and turning back to it while you enjoyed the scene. He seemed a bit distracted somehow. When you moved on, he stashed it in his pocket.

Lowe carried literally everything, stowing your water bottle for the way up in the side pocket of his backpack, and even a two-person tent, food supplies for that evening and breakfast, and more water than you probably drank over the course of three days, and yet he still managed to arrive at the campsite as if he’d just strolled the length of one city block.

He impressed you again by lighting a fire and cooking a veritable feast for you both on a little makeshift grill, and he looked more than pleased with himself when you complimented him. “Don’t let it go to your big fat head,” you snickered and he growled playfully at you.

Quite literally growled.

The moment he’d done it, he went still, eyes wide, and even looked a little sick. “Shit,” he hissed.

“What?”

“I…” then his huge shoulders slumped despondently and he let out a long breath. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell you. I mean, I’ve been meaning to tell you for… well, since we kind of became friends, really. But it never seemed… convenient…”

“Convenient to tell me what?”

He shuffled a bit and poked at the embers of the fire. Your stomach felt uneasy, and it had nothing to do with the inordinate amount of amazing food you’d just finished. “I…” he began, and then whispered, “Fuck it.” He looked you in the eye and said, “I’m not human. I’m a werewolf.”

You blinked. It didn’t totally surprise you, if you were honest. “Well, that… certainly makes one or two things add up…”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

He turned his golden eyes away from you and poked a bit more at the smoldering, grey wood, making it crumble to fragile ashes. He did look a bit easier now though. “I figured… maybe you wouldn’t… that if you knew that I’m not human, you might not want me as your roommate anymore… It was stupid though, I know.”

“Lowe,” you said, more gently this time, reaching for his bare forearm where he’d cuffed his tartan sleeve up to his elbow. His skin was warm and his muscles tensed, hard as the earth beneath you as he waited for whatever you were going to say next. “You’ve become probably my best friend… There’s no one I’d rather be roommates with than you. Besides, who else is going to tolerate your Soulsborne marathons and hipster lumberjack wardrobe?”

A long, low growl emanated from him but it dissolved into laughter when he saw your expression and he shook his head. “I can’t believe I was so chicken about you knowing…”

“I can’t believe you looked like you pissed yourself a minute ago!”

His eyes flashed openly gold now and he huffed, “I did not…”

“You totally did. Anyway, I’m glad you told me. But you know that means I’m going to want to know all the details.”

“I think I’ll save that for another day,” he said as he reached for the s’mores beside him.

‘Another’ day turned out to be a week after you’d helped him move all his boxes into your room. He was lying on his back on his bed, his arms folded up behind his head, one knee bent, the other leg stretched out, foot dangling off the end of the mattress. You glanced across the room at him from where you had your laptop on your knees and your headphones on, working on the last tweaks of the next assignment due. He looked tense, even though he wasn’t really doing anything in particular.

Removing your headphones, you murmured, “Lowe? Everything alright?”

“Mmm,” he half growled. A moment later he heaved out a huge sigh and said, “No. Full moon’s tomorrow night. I always get kind of… cranky around now.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

Whatever you’d thought he’d say, you hadn’t expected the long, low moan that escaped him. It was not an innocent noise. Breathing through his mouth in soft, quiet pants, he didn’t look at you, but you sensed that his eyes were glowing.

“Lowe?”

“No,” he said. “Not unless you want to take whatever this is between us somewhere else…”

You bit your lip. “You mean…?”

“It would probably take the edge off if we slept together, yes,” he said bluntly. “But if you don’t want that, then I’m hardly going to push…”

“I like it when you’re pushy,” you countered, setting your laptop aside and staring him in the eye.

His pupils blew wide and he raised his nose. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Oh… fuck, you’re beautiful.”

With a smile, you crossed the room to him as he sat up, watching your every move with unwavering, lupine focus. “Let me help you out, big guy,” you crooned playfully and he twitched his lip in a possessive snarl, eyes golden and locked on the curve of your neck.

“Last chance,” he said. “I don’t want you regretting crossing this line with me.”

“You’ve got super-human senses, Lowe,” you said, playing with the hem of your shirt. His gaze darted instantly to the movement, transfixed by the glimpse of skin beneath your top. “You must know how I feel about you by now…”

“Yes, but lusting after someone and doing something about it is different when they’re your friend… I don’t want you to feel like I’m putting pressure on you…”

In answer, you reached out and trailed your fingertips up his neck, scratching him a little bit and making him growl again, and as you finished with a single finger drawing a line up his throat and under his chin, he shivered, as if barely holding himself back. “Why don’t you put just the right amount pressure on me… here?” you said, licking your lips as you climbed into his lap, straddling his thick thighs and running your palms over the softness of his stomach.

His jaw was soft, mouth open as he panted openly, and beneath you as you ground your hips to emphasise your question, you felt his hard cock.

A heartbeat later, he’d clamped his hands under your thighs and stood up. Lowe dropped you onto the bed with the perfect mix of recklessness and carefulness and lunged for you. He peppered and mouthed kisses down your neck, tugging at your skin with his canines, biting at your earlobe, his short beard burning and scratching your skin deliciously, and all the while he ground his cock against your thigh through his jeans.

It clearly wasn’t nearly enough, and it wasn’t long before you were both naked on his bed, and he had his mouth on you, his hands spreading your legs wide as he used the strength in his arms that his softer body belied. “Don’t come yet,” he rasped between strokes of his tongue. “Not til I say…”

“Oh,” you gasped, fighting the rising wave of heat that swept up your body, tingling under your skin, at that command. You tried, you really did, but in a mere few strokes of his tongue, you came with a cry against the heat of his mouth, bucking while he held you down and pulled you against his mouth to press his tongue tight against your throbbing clit.

When he pulled back, looking extremely smug about himself and his talents, you saw that his canines had lengthened and his features had become a little less… human.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, clearly still enjoying the taste of you on his lips.

“Will you hurry up and fuck me?” you pouted, and he snarled.

“Such a brat,” he laughed, but he didn’t waste any time either.

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tuanyiems · 4 years ago

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The Eighth Floor

Kim Yugyeom Fluff Words: 1.1k [Masterlist in blog] a/n – i miss libraries and i miss yugyeom uwu this one was inspired by his bday live <3 i hope he has the happiest birthday c:

Midterm season makes your brain buzz like a cicada stuck in your temple. Maybe it’s the back-to-back exams to study for or the papers you need to edit which are probably wrinkled and, or coffee stained. Perhaps it’s the obscene amount of caffeine you’ve inhaled throughout the night and into this morning.

Most likely, it’s the combination of all these things.

Nevertheless, like the student trooper you are, with a fresh chai latte in hand, you walk through the doors of your university’s library building. Stepping into the elevator, you ride the eight floors up to the silent floor. Here, is your safe haven.

The eighth floor is surrounded by a perimeter of single desk cubicles for solo studying. At the center of the room are rows of thick encyclopedias and dictionaries that give the space the calming scent of old books. Between these rows there are a couple stray tables seating two persons each, though they are rarely ever used on this floor.

That’s what you liked about the eighth floor. Everyone was by themselves here, unlike the other floors of the library where friend groups congregated to do more socializing than studying.

Walking through the floor, you search for an empty seat. Typically, you’d sit at a cubicle that faced the windows but during midterm season, choice was a luxury. You’d be lucky to find a seat at all.

Just as that thought crosses your mind, you find yourself back where you started, still without a seat. Straightening your back, you clutch your latte with renewed vigor and make your way between the bookshelves.

A smile spreads across your face when you find one of the tables empty. Doing a silent cheer, you rush to the empty seat. Luck must be on your side today!

Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder. When you turn, there is a tall boy beside you. Dressed in skinny, black ripped jeans and a yellow flannel, his fluffy hair falls in his face. He smiles at you shyly and you feel your cheeks warm.

You can hear your heart racing against your chest, but that’s the caffeine, right? It must be.

“Um,” the boy starts, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Can I study with you?”

“S-Study with me?” you whisper, mouth suddenly dry.

He nods, pointing to the empty seat across from yours. “Yeah, unless…it’s taken?”

Feeling another rush of heat rise to your ears, you shake your head quickly, gesturing with your arms. “Please, go ahead.”

At this, he breaks into a bright smile and you are momentarily stunned. “Thanks!” he whispers eagerly before striding towards the empty seat across from you. You make note of his long legs.

When he sits down, his flannel shirt shifts, and you notice the black tee underneath with your university’s dance crew emblem. A dancer, huh? You look back at his face. Despite the fact that his overgrown bangs cover half of it, you can tell he’s cute.

When he looks back at you, between the strands of hair, you almost drop your chai. Realizing you’re still standing, you quickly drop your things onto the desk and settle into the seat across from him. He only smiles at you before returning to his books.

Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself. You have a paper to finish and an exam to study for. You didn’t have time to ogle cute boys—even if he is going to be sitting right in front of you for probably at least a couple hours, which quite frankly, never happens to you ever.

You dip your head, biting on the straw of your chai latte, and furtively, you glance up.

He already looks tired, leaning on his hand as he fingers at the pages of his textbook. His nose is tall and you have the strange urge to boop him.

Blinking away the thought, you wonder if lack of sleep is starting to get to you. You let out a breath, returning to your notes.

“Achoo!”

Flinching in surprise, you look up to see him cowering into his seat, ears bright red. Chuckling, your eyes meet his. “Bless you.”

Running his fingers through his hair, you glimpse his eyes, adorned by the prettiest of lashes and a charming mole beneath his eye.

“Thanks,” he whispers back, hair falling back to place on his face. And for some reason, you’re the one feeling embarrassed.

Nodding, you return to your notebook. But the words evaporate as soon as you read them. All you can think about is the black and yellow figure in your peripheral. That’s why when you turn the page to a new set of exam materials, what you notice is the movement across from you instead.

Looking up, you find his textbook fully abandoned now as he shakes his head back and forth, fluffy hair following the movement. His brows are arched, as he stares hard at his bangs, as if that can will them into their rightful place. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work, and he pouts, plush pink lips jutting out in annoyance.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re laughing.

He looks at you with wide eyes. The sound from your throat surprises you too and you find your palms rushing to block the sound from your lips. You giggle in embarrassment, the sounds muffling in your hands, but the way your eyes curl in amusement is telling enough.

Cheeks tinged pink, his pout lifts into a soft smile. “I need a haircut,” he mumbles, fingering at his hair.

“Sorry,” you smile back, apologetically. “That was too cute.”

Your compliment brings an embarrassed smile to his face. You notice the apples of his cheeks rounding as he does so, and you think that, that looks charming too.

Stretching your hand out, you gesture to the thin black material on your wrist. “Do you want a hair tie?”

He looks at you bashfully for a moment before nodding. “Thanks…Y/N.”

You look at him with surprise. He points to the name on your drink.

“Oh,” you smile, tugging the hair tie off your wrist. You hand it to him and his finger grazes yours.

“Yugyeom,” he adds, stretching the hair band between his fingers. He looks up shyly before smiling at you.

It makes your stomach flutter.

“Yugyeom,” you repeat. The name makes you smile wider. “Nice to meet you.”

“The feelings are mutual!” he chuckles, running his fingers through his hair.

“Shh!” a voice sounds from the room, surprising the both of you.

You and Yugyeom crouch into the table like scolded children before breaking out into giggles. His eyes, now in clear view with his hair tied, twinkles with laughter.

“Do you wanna, maybe,” he whispers, looking shy again, “study somewhere else?”

You grin. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

#got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #kim yugyeom #got7 series #drabble #fluff #fanfiction #writing #soft hours series

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bunnibai · 4 years ago

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I’m letting myself write a little bit of fluff, as a treat. Because I wanted to expand on this headcanon because I thought it was really cute anyways Quill belongs to @cor-are-they-stars my sunshine so yeah!!

Aridove had always hated the market in Brinatia.

Ever since she was a child, she had refused to walk in the streets. The other elves were too tall shoved her around, and carts wouldn’t notice she was walking and near run over her. Peddlers tried to sell all kinds of expensive goods (and although Aridove had been victim to this as a child, no one was really saying a word to her now), and on the other side you could see a small team of cleanup crew trying to scrub off died blood caking in the afternoon sun, splattered on the wall behind whatever poor soul was shot.

The group had split up; Aridove herself was hard to recognize when she had the hood tugged over her, but the three would have stuck out like a zit if they had been together. Even one was pushing it, and Ari could catch the wary glances towards Quill as she walked besides Aridove. Although Quill seemed to be fine (she seemed to be fine in any setting, really, Aridove had noticed. It was on the ship that Aridove really started to notice differences between Quill being comfortable and her putting on airs), Aridove noticed that she was a little tense, too.

“Is that blood?”

Her voice was softer than usual, low profile. Aridove’s eyes lingered on the stain.

“...we should keep walking. They don’t like it when you stare.”

The girls marched forward, Aridove always a step behind. Like usual. Aridove caught a shop that sold the particular spell component Quill had been looking for and stopped, tugging on Quill’s hand.

“Here.”

The line was short, and the two walked forward. The shopkeeper—not one Aridove recognized in name, but in attitude—scanned them over.

“Next customer?”

Quill rolled her eyes. “We’re right here, Buddy. Look, we need—”

“I said next customer, not next... Street rat, or whatever you are.” The shopkeeper narrowed their eyes, focusing on on Quill.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Quill straightened, puffing up a bit and her hand itching at her side.

“It means that you barely count as a person, let alone someone I could sell to. It’d be bad enough that you’re a wood elf, but you have... Whatever it is your mother sullied herself with. Now, if you don’t mind—”

Aridove felt hot. It was something she had seen before, of course. She had been used to watching as Chai was denied from shops before she proved she worked for a rich family, having Olli ask her to buy him things because they’d never, ever sell to someone like him.

And Aridove from seven years ago might have looked away. Might have asked Quill to quietly leave it alone, go to another store.

...But Aridove was not the same girl from so long ago. Aridove—hell, Quill, had been through so much garbage. They had been hunted by the Order, they had fought a freaking god and won! And they were not about to be put down by some what? Some random person who thought they were better than Quill because of something Quill had no control over?

Aridove stepped in front of Quill for the first time since they had gotten there, her hood still up but somehow looking less shy and hiding and more threatening.

“Hey! Excuse me! What’s your problem? How can you know how much money she has based on how she looks?”

“Because—”

“What, because of her freaking race? How stupid is that? Don’t you have anything better to do than go around being a jerk for no reason? You know, no one likes your freaking city because everyone is so racist all the time! I wouldn’t want to be here either! You’re pathetic, you know that? And the saddest part is that you are never going to feel bad for being such a sucky person! But you know what?”

Ari took Quill’s hand, ignoring the somewhat incredulous look Quill was giving her.

“She’s not going to feel bad, ever! Because she’s strong and independent and she’s going to take all of her money she was perfectly willing to spend and she’s going to spend it somewhere that appreciates her and you’re going to be very, very sorry the next time you see us. Come on, Quill.”

Aridove practically dragged her away, slipping into an alleyway to avoid the prying eyes from the scene she had just caused. Quill looked her up and down.

“...what the hell was that, Ari?”

“What? If you think I’m going to apologize for interrupting you, I won’t! It wasn’t cool and you shouldn’t have to deal with it.” Aridove crossed her arms, shaking her hood down and blowing some hair out of her face.

“...no. That wasn’t what I was going to say.” Quill sounded a bit amused. She reached out and ruffled Ari’s hair, watching a few stray blossoms fall to the ground. “We should get you angry like that more often, eh? Obnoxus’ll be shaking in his boots.”

Aridove straightened up, giving a small, nervous smile. “He better be shaking. You know, I have the strongest girl I’ve ever met on my side.”

“Ohhhh, me, huh? Not that girlfriend of yours?” Quill grinned. Aridove’s face went red, and she shook her head.

“Lanna is not my girlfriend!” Her voice raised a bit, and she flailed her hands.

“Oh, yeah, sure. I bet that’ll hold up.”

“Quill—!”

Aridove pulled up her hood. “We should find another shop.”

“Ohoh, you aren’t hiding from me, Bubelah. I can still see your blush under that hood.”

When Aridove started walking, Quill followed her, their steps in sync.

...

...it was nice.

#xaria #dnd #dnd oc #oc #aridove #writing #drabble #SOFT #racist vibes #eat the rich #legit???#set fire to brinatia #no one there is good

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clumsyclifford · 4 years ago

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I'm totally fine with being tagged as shy anon. Makes it easier for me to find the responses. You're totally so cute!! These may come in three separate asks so in advanced I do apologise for that. Okie ahhh favorite songs youre making me choose between my kids. I love all atl songs, tops glitter and crimson, wus, chemistry, vampire shift. Shit load of 1D, wildflower which is a recent find btw. And uhhhh im sure I'm forgetting about a million others. I love oldies and classics though. Fav city is my city of LA, im 29 though I look 12 tbh. I'm like 5'2 not tall at all. And I'm about to have dinner right now so ill be back with the rest of your questions. But how's your night going. Let's not forget about you.

Shy anon back with part 2. I do drink tea. My favorite is chai vanilla. It smells so good and is very delicious. Whats your favorite tea? Are there any shows you're super into right now? Do you like desserts? Whats your least favorite food? Honestly wanted to tell you you were a saving grace when I found your jalex fics. I love how you write them and thank God you aren't like ones who write them just to say who bottoms and who tops. It prompted me to make a whole ass blog dedicated to reblogging them just so I wouldn't lose them. Anyway. You'll see im a pretty boring person.

sick then we will go with that until further notice!!!

CHEMISTRY alright anon that’s it you can be my new best friend holy SHIT so much FUCKING TASTE i FUCKING LOVE CHEMISTRY i will be committing violent crimes against all time low for not releasing it for me to stream honestly what the fuck

yeah!!! 1d!!!! love those bitches!!!! and wildflower, interesting!!!! a recent find, does that mean you don’t really listen to 5sos? ....do you want to? do you need a starting place? recs??? wildflower is a banger though i agree. great choice. oldies and classics are hit or miss for me but i like some classic rock !!!

oooooh LA!! never been. one day </3 when there’s. no pandemic and all </3

chai vanilla! have also never had that!! i mostly just drink english breakfast ya know builder’s tea proper english milk and sugar. if i can’t bring the bella to england then i will forcibly bring england to the bella

OH so funny you ask ! yes i am, speaking of bringing england to the bella, i am wholly obsessed with great british bake off. baking show. whatever. it has my entire heart. i tried to watch a different baking show today and it just. wasnt good in comparison. i dont ever want to watch another baking show that isnt gbbo. THOUGH i am also forever watchin antm (america’s next top model?? do people know the initials for it?? idk) with my wonderful roommate. we are about ??? five ish? six ?? episodes into cycle 20. that show satisfies my desire to watch really trashy reality TV, whereas i genuinely enjoy bake off and the relationships between the people on the show makes me SO SO happy like. mmmm comfort show. perfect for drinking tea and being happy and thinking about meg

well you know what. i do love desserts as in i have quite a sweet tooth and i eat a lot of chocolate/sweet things BUT i am also rather choosy about them? like i don’t like most cake, i DON’T like frosting at all. idk man! short answer: yes but no. hope this helps <3

LEAST favorite???? god i don’t know!!! there are so many good foods why would i waste brain space on the ones i hate??? ill tell you my favorite food which is mac and cheese

omg !!! well !!! please that’s very kind of you. an entire blog!! wow!!!! i’m glad you like them so much wow yay i!!! ah!!! thank you!!!!!!! you are a lovely wonderful person shy anon i like the vibes going on here

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exoticarmy127 · 5 years ago

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🎧 Track 02: Unforgettable by Nat King Cole

🎵 “That’s why darling, it's incredible that someone so unforgettable... thinks that I’m unforgettable too.”

Featuring: BTS - Jin

You can tell a lot about a person’s personality based on their coffee preferences. Having worked at the Espresso & Chai for almost a year and half now, you learned to pick up little details about the frequent coffee-goers…

Like how the espresso and Americano drinkers, or those who liked their coffee black and bitter to the point that its almost satanic in your opinion, were the workaholics and the business men and women who are always in a hurry so they like having it for ‘to-go’. The latte drinkers are usually the millenial’s who liked to keep it safe, and are quite the trend followers. Aesthetics are important to these drinkers as you’ve seen them take photos at the cafe with their drinks then post it on their respective Instagram accounts.

You liked the Cappuccino lovers the most because they are highly creative and motivated, though may be a little obsessive at times. Then there’s the Frappucino drinkers who are the risk takers of the bunch and are not afraid to stand out; usually the teenagers who come in when school ends.

Of course those are just rough observations from the frequent customers and you were sure there’s more to their personalities than what lies in their coffee preferences, but you couldn’t seem to ignore the pattern.

But then there’s him.

The first time you saw him, it was late afternoon and the shop was bustling with people—mostly the younger generation since classes just ended. When he came in, it was like you were suddenly submerged in a movie scene where everything moved in slow motion and all you could see was that tall, handsome figure walking towards the counter you were currently manning.

He was wearing a long coat over a black turtle neck and his face was one that made you believe there truly was a God in existence who crafted such beautiful human beings. He was looking down at his phone and when you greeted him and asked the usual “What can i get for you?”, he smiled and told you his order:

“I’ll have a Venti, Caramel Macchiato, Skim, Extra Shot, Extra-Hot, Extra-Whip, Sugar-Free.”

And that’s when the fantasy began to fade because wow, high maintenance much?

You didn't mean to judge, but working at a coffee shop for a while had made you wary of those who liked their coffee a little too customized. You made a list of the most obnoxious coffee orders: from drinks that required lite water (what was that even?) to sugar-free syrup (totally lost the essence of syrup there).

You were a little disappointed that this guy, who looked like he had just fallen from heaven, was one of the obnoxious ones.

“And your name, sir?”

“Jin.”

Too bad Jin, you thought with a sigh as you scribbled his name on the cup along with his long order specifics.

“That’ll be $4.75.” you said and he handed you the money. You expected him to leave right as you gave him the receipt but instead, he paused and pointed at your apron.

“Nice. I like Super Mario.” he smiled, which totally caught you off guard. He left before you could respond and as you looked down, you saw that you still had that little Mario pin stuck next to your name tag and from then on, you couldn’t seem to get your mind off of the man with the obnoxious Caramel Macchiato order.

~~~

Jin returned to the shop a few more times and it made you wonder about him because each time he ordered a different drink and came in at different times. Some days he’d order something as obnoxious as his very first or something simple as a vanilla latte. Some nights he went for a couple shots of espresso or a mocha frappuccino.

Frequent customers often had a usual drinks and usual times but not Jin. And it made you more curious about him considering you couldn't find a pattern in his coffee preference that would tell at least give you an inkling of what type of person he was. The fact that he’s unknown to you…and unpredictable made him the more memorable and you often looked forward to seeing him come in through the doors of the cafe.

And when he left, the thought of him often lingered in your mind for hours.

But sadly, your barista days at the cafe ended a couple of months after meeting Jin and you had to take a different job because it paid more and would fit your university schedules. You worked as a waitress in a fast food chain and on the weekends, you worked for your uncle and his catering business.

It wasn’t much different from your first job, considering it both involved serving people, but you liked working at the Espresso & Chai. You liked making coffee and its easy-going atmosphere; you like the way it was bustling in the morning and almost peaceful at night. Heck you even liked your co-workers, Jimin and Taehyung, no matter how annoying they were with how they always flirted with customers by scribbling their phone numbers on the cup.

You missed the smell of roasted coffee grounds that surrounded the shop and the way some would make small talk with you at the counter on their better days...

Or maybe you just missed a certain Jin and his unpredictable orders whenever he came by.

It was a Saturday night and you were manning a mini bar at a wedding were your uncle took a gig to cater at. It was already late and there were only a few people left who were talking at the tables or dancing a slow song on the dance floor. It was a familiar tune and you found yourself humming along as you wiped some glasses.

“Excuse me?”

You sighed, thinking how no matter how late it was, your shift wasn’t exactly over. “Hi, what can I—“ You paused when your eyes settled on your current customer, who was a familiar—beautiful—face. He was wearing a black tuxedo which hugged his broad shoulders and tall frame just right, making anyone at a distance swoon over him.

Jin smiled upon your eyes meeting his and you would be lying if it didn’t make your stomach churn at the sight. “Hey. I thought it was you.”

He knows, you thought in surprise. “You…” you swallowed. “You know me?”

Jin shrugged, looking almost shy. “How could I not? Y/N, right?” your heart drummed at how he remembered your name. “You’re the one who takes my orders at the cafe.”

Oh right, you thought, feeling almost pathetic for even thinking that he would remember you of something more special than being the one who took his coffee order.

“And I would’t forget…” he suddenly added and the music playing in the background seemed to be speaking to you as his eyes gazed at you in a way that made your skin prickle with excitement. “How come I don’t see you at the shop anymore? Are you on leave?”

“Oh. No, I—uh, I had to quit.” Jin frowned at your answer and you felt a little triumphant at his disappointment. “It was clashing with my class schedules so I took a different job at another restaurant.”

“Oh..”

“You still go there?” you asked him, out of curiosity.

“Not so much anymore.” he admitted, and something in his words made you feel shy and a little proud.

“Oh…well, um…” you half chuckled as you motioned your head towards the glasses to change the subject. “Can I get you anything now? Like old times sake?” you added jokingly and you wanted to punch yourself for it because that sounded so lame.

“Actually…” he said thoughtfully as he leant on the bar table, looming so close you could see the sparkle in his eyes. “I came to ask what time your shift ends.”

At his words you felt yourself blush and your mouth seemed to have a mind of its own as it replied, “In a few minutes...”

“Great! Save me a dance?” he asked, biting his lip cutely and who were you to say no to that?

Later that night, you found yourself dancing with a man (him in his tux and you in your work shirt and jeans) whom you only thought about in your fantasies.

Jin was definitely unpredictable, you thought as you danced the night away the way Cinderella only ever did. And as the songs goes, you couldn’t help but wonder how someone so unforgettable…

Thinks you’re unforgettable too.

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Went a little overboard with this one keke~ I liked how it turned out though!

Tell me what you think!

PS: listen to Sia’s version of this song <3 It’s my fave~ although the original is a classic :D Thanks for reading!

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#LSS series #BTS #Jin scenarios #Jin fanfiction #Kim Seokjin #bts fanfic #bangtan scenarios #bangtan boys #Unforgettable #Nat King Cole #love songs #love song series #networkbangtan

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multibear · 6 years ago

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cute nickname asks: **all of them**

angel - what’s one character trait you like about yourself?

uhhhh like physically or personality? bc there’s not anything i can think of lol.

doll - what’s your favourite outfit?

at the moment, i rlly like dark or red clothes. sometimes light colored clothes if i’m wearing something black with it and i can match another thing of the same color. i really like baggy/loungy clothing but rn when i’m feeling Particularly femme i like wearing my black skinny jeans with a pink turtleneck and black wedges, a kinda dark plum thin turtleneck sweater and black wedges, or a red turtleneck with red converse or black wedges. (can u tell i like turtlenecks). otherwise i like wearing oversized shirts i stole from my brother, the windbreaker i stole from my brother, jeans or joggers (that are my own), and converse (i like my boots but it’s too warm for them now). i also like wearing jewelry. i think i look better in gold than silver but i have a lot of silver jewelry i rlly like as well. the two things that i always wear are the gold mini hoop earrings i got when i was a babby and the silver heart ring u gave me freshman year.

pumpkin - what’s your favourite weather and why?

i like when it’s nice out bc i like going out on my deck and laying in the sun. i also like when it’s nice but not too nice bc that means there won’t be kids at the playground i like going to and i can go on the swings

baby - what makes you feel better when you’re down?

idk i don’t rlly do anything to make me feel better… i’d like to say listening to music, but all my playlists correspond to my mood, so if i’m sad i listen to one of my many sad playlists bc listening to happy music will just make me feel existential. i do have one “listen to this 2 make u happy” playlist but that’s rlly a small pick-me-up for something very minor.

sugarpie - what’s your favourite sweet treat?

i don’t have a favorite bc i don’t actually like sweets all that much. i do like those chocolate cookies with white chocolate chips. when it snows i like making that canadian maple syrup snow candy. i think the closest thing to a favorite “sweet treat” would be chocolate chip pain au lait.

kitten - are you a dog person or a cat person?

cat but i like dogs too

princess - if you could live in any other time period, which would it be?

relive the 2000s but as a teenager

peach - what’s your ideal aesthetic?

oversized black clothing (with tucking in ofc bc i always tuck everything in), chunky boots… comfy goth basically

darling - what romantic gesture makes you feel the most loved?

this isn’t rlly a romantic gesture but i feel rlly loved when i have long and not necessarily deep conversations that just go on and on. i also feel particularly loved when i’m just remembered??? idk. once freshman year i took the bus home on a wednesday and a guy i was friends with (not into or anything) was like “????? why r u here u said u have speech and debate on wednesdays” and it was something i had mentioned weeks before and i was just so surprised and touched that he remembered something miniscule like that. wow none of these are romantic gestures. i think it’s that the things that make me feel loved aren’t rlly romantic gestures.

button - do you have a type? what is it like?

i recently realized that i miiiiiight have a thing for ppl that aren’t necessarily younger than me just younger/youngest in comparison to the people they’re around. i also thought that i can’t possible have a thing for tall people because that’s just evryone, but i notice that,,,, idk,,, i find it more with people who r like tall tall and not just taller than me or average height.

sweet pea - what’s your favourite flower?

i like hibiscus flowers bc they’re a perfect biological model for parts of a flower.

petal - what’s your favourite smell or perfume?

i currently use a perfume that according to the internet “has a variety of spicy and savory notes, almond, vanilla with raspberry,” however i rlly like jasmine and i kinda wanna try ylang ylang. but i think i rlly like savory scents like spices and candles more.

sunshine - what’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever gotten?

ghfhdgfdgj i LOVE when ppl compliment my hair when it’s curly i love it so much and when they compliment my haircut i’m like “!!!!!!!!! thanks i did it myself!!!!!!!!!” nd they’re like “!!!!!!wow!!!!”

baby girl - how do you like to be held?

okay first of all the nickname for this one rlly came for me like that hhf. nd uhhh i rlly like being held tightly around my waist and hips. whether it’s spooning nd there’s an arm around my waist, or sitting together and a hand around my waist and holding my hip…… i lIKE FEELING BIG HANDS ON MY WAIST OKAY hfjgd. nd i like when i’m “lower” like i’m laying against someone’s chest…. i just like feeling small nd tiny uwu….

lover - how do you show someone you like them?

i’m a shy bitch honestly the most i do is reciprocate when u show me u like me bc i hate making the first move.

buttercup - what does/would your online dating bio say?

“call me cold bitch cuz a bitch cold” idk something that makes people go “what the fuck” and message me because “what the fuck”

boo - what’s your dream date?

idk whatever u want

cupcake - if you’re treating yourself, what do you do?

i don’t like treating myself bc i always feel guilty abt it but the one thing that never directly makes me feel guilty is facemasks

wild thing - what’s something about you that surprises people?

i say Fuck. people think i’m too small and cute for that.

bubba - tell me a funny story from your childhood.

i gave my fourth grade teacher SUCH a hard time. not bc i was a bad kid or anything, i was just…. unique… and put him in a lot of tough situations. once, a kid in my class was pointing to a dictionary in our reading corner and telling me and another kid “owo this has a bad word in it” and we were like “?????? no?? it doesn’t?” and he kept insisting it does and we kept insisting it doesn’t and he underlined with his finger and said “look: d-i-c” and we were like “dic??? dick?? dick isn’t a bad word??” and he was like “HJGFJSDFJ omg stop saying it” and we kept insisting it’s not. so i called my teacher over bc he’s an adult and he knows everything and tells him “____ is saying dictionary has a bad word in it. he says that dick is a bad word,” and i still remember the pained look in his eye when he realized he had two options: reprimand the kid in front of us and also tell us Not to say that, indirectly teaching us a bad word, or lie to us and reprimand the kid in private, also indirectly teaching us a bad word. so, he lied. at the time, i mistook the utter agony in his tone as he said “dick is not a bad word” as disappointment for the kid telling us false information, and not because i gave him one of the hardest decisions of his teaching career and he had to tell two nine year olds “dick is not a bad word.” i remember how smug and prideful i felt that i was right, that dick is not a bad word, that ____ was getting punished for lying to other students about bad words.

honey - what’s your favourite hot drink?

chai

love bug - what song would you love to have sung to you?

i either want to be held close as serendipity is sung to me or someone to spit fire at me with p.a.c.e or better yet double not bc i think i need someone to tell say “yeezy” and “like mate, stop procrastinating” within twenty seconds to me

cutie - what’s your favourite fairytale?

wow um,,,, i was never really a fairy tale kid?? my mom just kinda handed me harry potter and went “figure out the big words urself.” the closest thing to fairytale that i like is how i go BUCKWILD whenever i encounter biblical allusions, especially to genesis. like if there’s imagery of apples AND snakes??? FUCK yea that’s tasty

dumpling - what’s your favourite movie right now?

i’ve never been able to choose a favorite. my top have always been 3 idiots, lion, english vinglish, the martian, and bird box

my love - what would your dream home be like?

idk,,,,, whatever u want as long as there’s plenty of natural light and plants. oh and i also want 2 grow local plants to reduce habitat fragmentation and in the space that isn’t used for that a functional kitchen garden.

dear - pick whatever question you’d most like to answer!

well i already answered ALL of them soo (i hate u)

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kawsofhobi · 6 years ago

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First Love

|| Pairing: reader x Yoongi ||

|| Genre: Fluff // Pianist!Yoongi ||

|| Word count: 3,082 ||

[A/N]: Yay, we have introductions to more characters! Nothing much to say besides Yoongi’s a softie. I didn’t proofread this, I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy!

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The snow fell without showing a single sign of stopping anytime soon. The warmth of your chai tea latte going down your throat sent a shiver rolling down your spine. You’d gone through your history notes multiple times, occupying your thoughts with something other than Yoongi. You couldn’t help it, however. Over the course of a few weeks, you two had gotten closer with every conversation shared over coffee. As midterms approached, you often only had time to go to the shop at night, Yoongi typically wrapping up his composing, and calling it a night. Every time he passed by, he would give a small wave and a smile.

Tonight, however, was different. You entered the coffee shop to find Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, considering it was a Thursday evening. After taking your usual spot, you began your studies, devoting your attention to it as best you could. A few moments in, the little bell on the door chimed, a man with a decent sized case coming in, and going to the front of the shop. It wasn’t until then that you noticed the stool in front of the piano, the man resting his case down, and opening it to reveal a saxophone. Sitting on the stool, he places the reed in his mouth, getting comfortable before letting the reed take its place in the mouthpiece.

The man begins playing a sweet melody, one that accompanied the soft jazz that originally played through the coffee shop. You admired the way the woodwind sounded, having always enjoyed the smoothness of its notes. Your attention is pulled from the performance, however, as the bell from the door chimes once more, your eyes widening as Yoongi walks in. He smiles when he sees the man at the front, the saxophone player sending him a wink, continuing with his melody that flowed with the music of the shop.

Once he finishes, Yoongi walks up to him, saying something that has the man chuckle. Yoongi goes to the piano, the saxophonist looking back at him as if waiting for Yoongi to begin playing, which he was. As soon as Yoongi gave a gentle nod of his head, the saxophonist turned back to the front, blowing into the woodwind, and letting his fingers press over the brass keys. Yoongi begins playing the piano, the two instruments melding beautifully. Propping your head in your hand, you enjoy the songs they play, completely forgetting about studying for your upcoming exams.

The performance ends and the soft applause begins, the saxophonist smiling bright while Yoongi blushed. It was a common action for him: getting shy when commended on his talent. The two musicians walk to the counter, the saxophonist giving Jungkook a hug. “You’ve gotten better,” Jungkook compliments and the man chuckles, “usual for you, hyung?” He looks over to Yoongi who nods, ruffling the saxophonist’s hair before looking around the shop. His eyes land on you, a smile etching across his face.

Yoongi strides over to you, “I was hoping I’d get the chance to see you.”

“I thought you only came on certain days,” you point out and he chuckles.

“You’re right about that, but I came tonight because he begged me to,” Yoongi nods in the direction of the saxophonist who was conversing with Jungkook as he extracted espresso. “Had it not been for him asking for an accompaniment, I would’ve been songwriting,” Yoongi sits across from you, tapping the top of your laptop, “what are you working on? I feel like I never see you anymore.”

“Because you don’t,” you confirm and he gives a sad smile, “just reviewing for midterms, nothing magical like songwriting.”

“The only thing magical about songwriting is actually getting melodies after working for hours,” he sighs, tapping his fingers to his cheek as he rests his chin in his palm, “then there’s lyrics and checking that everything flows smoothly. A lot of frustration goes into it.”

“But the result is magical~,” you say dreamily, earning another chuckle from him.

“Indeed, it is.”

“Is this who you were talking about?” A deep voice asks, pulling your attention away from Yoongi. Yoongi shoots him a glare, the saxophonist ignoring it as he begins, “I’m Taehyung, Yoongi’s best friend.”

“He’s not my best friend,” Yoongi mumbles and Taehyung pouts.

“Meanie!” Taehyung looks back to you, “I am one of his best friends.”

“There you go,” Yoongi nods.

“Nice to meet you, Taehyung,” you give a kind smile and he returns it wholeheartedly, “are you sitting with us? Should we move to a larger booth?”

“Oh, thank you, but I’m actually going to bother Jungkook a bit,” you snort at his sentence.

“He is pretty fun to pester,” you admit and Taehyung laughs.

“I like you already!”

“Taehyung, your drink is ready,” Jungkook calls, Taehyung practically skipping over to the counter. Jungkook walks over to the booth, setting down Yoongi’s caramel macchiato, “here you are. Can I get you anything?” Jungkook asks sweetly, but you shake your head. He gives a nod and a soft smile before going back to the counter, taking a damp cloth and wiping off the granite top.

“How have exams been?” Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee, a bit of foam covering his top lip which he swipes away with his tongue.

“As good as they can get,” you both snort at that, Yoongi taking another sip of his macchiato. “You know,” you begin, “I would’ve expected you to like americanos, not something super sweet.”

“Depends on my mood,” he shrugs.

“You’re always in a sugar sweet mood then,” he smiles.

“Perhaps. Have you been here long?”

“Couple hours. Jungkook keeps giving me lattes so I’ve stuck around for quite a bit.”

Yoongi closes your laptop, “want to go somewhere after this?”

“Where and why?” You raise a brow and his jaw drops.

“You say that like we just met five minutes ago! You suddenly don’t trust me?”

“You’re randomly asking me somewhere, I’m suspicious,” you narrow your eyes and he rolls his own.

“I wanted to take you to the studio to listen to something I’ve been working on with a friend of mine,” he explains grumpily, “do you want to go or not?”

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” you tease and he downs his coffee.

“I’m leaving,” he mumbles as he stands and you can’t help but to laugh. The smile that pulls at his lips tells you he’s only joking, Yoongi pointing to your things on the table, “when I come back, everything better be put away so we can leave.”

“Yes, Mr. Min,” you say exaggeratedly, packing away your things as he conversed with Jungkook. Upon his return, he extends a to-go cup to you, “what’s this?”

“Chai tea latte,” Yoongi answers and you look over to Jungkook.

“Kookie, I said I was done,” you call to the tall boy who was wiping tables.

“Hyung said you wanted another,” he replies innocently, whining when Taehyung snatches the spray bottle from him as he reaches for it, “Tae! I need that!”

Turning back to Yoongi, he rubs his nape, looking anywhere but you, “it’s a bit of a walk and I figured you’d get cold.” He turns on his heel, walking to the door. You smile, throw your bag over your shoulder, and follow him out the door.

••••••

“Still can’t believe you have two locks on your door. What’s so precious you have to lock it up so tight?” Yoongi snorts at your comment, pushing the door aside to let you enter first.

“Don’t touch anything,” he says in a low tone and your head snaps to look at him, “I'm kidding.”

“Honestly, after seeing the two locks, I wouldn't be surprised,” he ruffles your hair, your hand quickly fixing it only for him to repeat the action. “What'd you want to show me?” Yoongi gestures to a chair at his desk, pulling up another for himself.

He turns on his computer, opening a file, and pressing play. You immediately recognize the notes.

First love.

The song that held so much emotion was playing through the speakers, a thickness settling through the studio. His hand moves to press pause, but you grab it quickly, wanting the song to continue. Yoongi’s voice rings through the room as the song progresses, telling the story of his first love. Listening intently to each lyric, you acknowledged his love was the piano from a young age. With the added lyrics, the song seemed even more emotional, your hand still over Yoongi’s. You hold his hand a little tighter, his fingers twitching before he lets his thumb lay lightly over your middle and ring finger.

“I thought I liked it before, but this…this is amazing,” you breathed out as the song ended, Yoongi smiling gently.

“I actually clicked the wrong file,” he admits, “the one I'm working on right now is different.”

Your hand slips away from Yoongi’s, grabbing your cup of tea instead. He puts his hand over the mouse, clicking the proper file before leaning back as it begins. You nod your head to the beat, the two rappers before him emitting confidence in their lyrics, their voices different yet flowing together nicely. A smile finds its way to your face as Yoongi’s part begins, his eyes stealing glances at you. “So, my pianist is also a rapper? What other talents do you possess?” You nudge him playfully, Yoongi covering his face.

“Please,” his pleading voice is muffled behind his hands, a laugh leaving you.

“It’s really good, Yoongi,” you compliment and he hums, still hiding his face. “Your friends are good, too,” he nods at the mention of them.

“Yeah, they are. I’m surprised they’re not banging on my door tonight,” as if on cue, a knock at the door sounds through the studio.

“Hyung~,” someone sings, “open up~,” you stare at Yoongi, the pianist remaining still in his chair, face hidden. You laugh quietly when Yoongi shows no sign of moving, his hand going to cover your mouth to muffle your giggles while the other stays at his face. “I know you’re in there,” the person grumbles, “stop ignoring me.” Yoongi refuses to answer, staying so quiet you weren’t even sure if he was breathing. After a few moments, you hear the quiet beeps of the lock on door, the person pushing the buttons quickly. The door swings open, two boys entering. “Good thing I had Joon here to open the door,” the first boy sings, a bright, heart-shaped smile on his face, “such an angel, isn’t he?”

“I was threatened into opening that door,” the taller boy mumbles and the first boy laughs, waving his hand to dismiss the taller.

“Heard you listening to the track and decided to stop by.”

“And this,” Yoongi points to the two boys, “is why I have two locks on my door.”

You snort as you giggle, the two boys looking at you with curiosity. “Is this who Tae was talking about?” The boy who was radiant as the sun nods down at you, Yoongi shaking his head.

“Tae just can’t keep his mouth shut,” Yoongi sighs, “but yes.”

“You make him really happy from what Taehyung says,” the boy smiles and Yoongi sighs once more, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “I’m Hoseok, Yoongi’s bestest friend!” The boy named Hoseok sings happily.

“You’re not, but okay,” Yoongi mumbles and Hoseok frowns.

“I’m Namjoon,” the taller boy introduces, Yoongi pointing to him.

“That’s my closest friend,” Namjoon smiles, you doing the same as you gaze at Yoongi. Hoseok grumbles a few remarks to Yoongi, the pianist paying him no mind as he clicks out of the file and shuts down his computer.

“You’re heading back already?” Namjoon asks.

“I wasn’t intending on working with a crowd,” Yoongi tells him, “plus, it’s getting late and someone has exams to take.”

Hoseok and Namjoon look down at you. You give a smile and a wave, Hoseok chuckling as Namjoon nods. “I think it’d be nice for you to have at least one person with you. You know how you get,” Namjoon suggests and Yoongi brushes off his worry, but Namjoon persists, “seriously, hyung. I don’t want something like last time happening.”

“He’s right,” Hoseok shrugs in agreement, “perhaps someone you actually like could stay with you.” Hoseok points to you.

“Exams, remember?” Yoongi repeats.

“I don’t have one tomorrow,” you speak up, “I can stay...only if you want, of course.”

“Then it’s settled!” Hoseok chirps, taking Namjoon’s hand and pulling him out of the studio, “don’t work past midnight. Hyung, you better be home by then!” They close the door before he can protest, your friend sighing deeply.

Yoongi slumps into his chair, closing his eyes. “...I can go if you want me to,” you say quietly, his eyes fluttering open. “I understand if you want privacy while you work. Plus, I’m sure I’ll distract you with compliments for each song,” you chuckle faintly, moving to stand, but he takes ahold of your hand.

“You know I enjoy your company,” his voice is soft as if he was concerned that Hoseok and Namjoon would hear through the cracks of the wall.

“Yeah, at the coffee shop,” you joke, earning a breathy chortle from him.

“Stay...I want you to,” he confesses, “I won’t leave on time if you go…”

“What time do you usually leave?”

“I often don’t,” he whispers, “I think the longest I’ve been in here is three days. It probably would’ve been longer had Hoseok not yelled at me and dragged me home.”

“Yoongi,” you frown and he gives an exhausted smile.

“I know, I know.”

Your hand pulls on his, bringing him into an embrace. His eyes fall shut as his head buries into your stomach, his arms eventually wrapping around your waist. “You have to take better care of yourself. You’ll burn yourself out if you constantly run yourself into the ground with work. I understand wanting to get things done, but you can’t keep doing that to yourself. You need to eat, rest, and not stay cooped up in here for days on end,” he nods and you can only sigh, feeling like you’re talking to a brick wall.

“I’m listening,” he mumbles into your stomach, “I’ll do better.”

“Why do I feel like you say that to Hoseok and Namjoon, but keep repeating your actions?”

“Because you know me and that I often do whatever I want,” he chuckles and you flick his forehead, “I’ll do better from now on.”

“Promise?”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“Yoongi!” You push him off and he laughs tiredly.

“Okay, okay, I promise!” He raises his hands in surrender, going back to nuzzling his face in your stomach and holding you close.

“You’re such a—”

“—I know,” he takes a deep breath, repeating softly, “I know.”

••••••

From that day on, Yoongi came to the coffee shop everyday, though still only playing on his arranged days. The days he wasn’t playing, he’d have a cup of coffee as you studied before he’d bring you to the studio with him to listen to what he’d been working on. He said that he valued your opinion, which was shocking considering you liked everything he produced, your answer never changing. On the days where Hoseok and Namjoon joined the two of you, the you and Hoseok were often too busy playing to pay attention to Namjoon and Yoongi, though the two didn’t seem to mind. Hoseok and Namjoon commended Yoongi on his recent compositions, Yoongi always glancing in your direction to give a slight smile, his eyes showing their thanks for having you listen to his work.

Occasionally, one person in particular would pass by the studio.

The ever so bright and happy, Taehyung.

Yoongi was always exhausted when Taehyung arrived, the older becoming quite short with the younger who pestered him much like he did Jungkook. Yoongi always swore that he wouldn’t let Taehyung in the next time he came to his studio, but everyone knew he was too soft to do such a thing.

He was especially sweet whenever Jungkook visited. The young barista enjoyed sitting by his older friend as he played piano, occasionally accompanying him for a duet. It was a pleasant sight to see: the two of them immersed into the notes the piano sang, Jungkook smiling brightly and giggling if their hands brushed against one another. Truly, the best part was the younger resting his head against Yoongi’s shoulder after asking for Yoongi to play a particular song. The song was always the same, Jungkook always leaning against Yoongi as he played the melody. It felt reminiscent, the two sharing a sentiment upon hearing the notes.

“Yoongi,” you asked after he concluded his session, “what’s that song Jungkook always asks you to play?”

Yoongi stutters in his movements to grab his bag, before answering, “something I wrote a while back.”

“Does it have a title?”

“Nope,” he responds.

“What inspired you?”

“The person who I always play it for,” the response takes you by surprise, Yoongi turning to look down at you where you sat. “You ready to go?” He asked, “I’m hungry.” You only nod, the song replaying in your head over and over.

“Why’d you write it?” You asked as Yoongi took you home after dinner, the pianist wrinkling his nose in confusion.

“Why’d I write what?”

“The song for Jungkook,” you clarify and Yoongi chuckles.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs and you frown.

“You’re going to make me figure it out like you did with first love, aren’t you?”

“There’s no lyrics to help you uncover the mystery this time, Sherlock Holmes,” he teases, “why don’t you believe I just wrote it for the hell of it?”

“Because there had to be at least one thing that persuaded you to.”

He hums, shaking his head, “I’m not so sure about that.”

“I hate you.”

He smiles bright, “why? I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You’re so frustrating when it comes to knowing about your music.”

Yoongi pulls you into a hug, your arms still at your side, “I wrote it based off who he is and how he makes me feel. I played it for him one day without telling him the meaning behind it. Whenever he asks, he says “play the one you did when it was raining.” He still doesn’t know that it’s about him.”

“Will you ever tell him?”

“Some things are better left untold,” you look up at him, a small glint in his eyes.

“You intrigue me,” he smiles, your head tucking back into his neck as you finally return his embrace.

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the-man-that-i-was-not · 6 years ago

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Plz answer all of the questions

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love?Nope.Flat White : Coffee or Tea?Overall I’m probably more of a coffee person.Cappuccino : What’s your middle name?Michael.Mocha : Dream Job?Touring musician or composer for video games/films.Pumpkin Spice : Dream car?I don’t really have a dream car, I can never make up my mind on that kind of thing haha!Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?Just about anywhere in eastern Asia, but I’ll say Japan, cause I’ve wanted to go there for as long as I can remember.Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you?Stephen Fry, because not only is he one of my favourite celebrities and it means I’d get to meet him, I’d love to see the way he would handle such a situation.Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone?Feelings are lame.Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game?Final Fantasy VII, hands down.Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band?My three constant favourites are Woods of Ypres, Nightwish and Machine Head, but asides them it all just depends on what I’m feeling at the moment. Just now, my other favourites would be Periphery, Katatonia and Chimaira.Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days?Depends, sometimes I like being out on walks in the rain, and other times I’d rather just stay at home and play video games or something similar.Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person?More than most people would expect, haha.Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take?Honestly I don’t know if there’s anyone that I could deal with for an entire world travelling escapade haha!Green Tea : How tall are you?Just shy of 6′1″.Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?Take up a sudden interest in some sort of weapon-based self defence.Mint Tea : How do you relax?At the moment, relaxing seems impossible.Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games?Not a big fan of either, but I’ll say drinking games cause at least they get you drunk.Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book?I used to love reading and haven’t put the time into it in a really long time, but when I was an early teen I was mad for the first few books in the Spooks’ series.Italian Soda : Describe your dream dateI’d say probably something like going out for a meal and then going to a concert, whether it be local or big name. Nothing too fancy, but I enjoy simplicity.Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a personI don’t really have set qualities, but kindness, thoughtfulness and the ability to be a bit of a dork are all definitely important.Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine?I haven’t per se, I mean I had several valentines days with my ex, but I’ve never asked someone out as a valentine or anything to that effect.Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kissHahaha, it highlights how painfully awkward I can be. I was 15, I had been at my girlfriend at the times house (she was my first girlfriend, I hadn’t known her very long), and then my dad came to pick me up and as I was leaving, I just, kind of very quickly kissed her cause I didn’t know how to go about it, so I guess I kind of panicked? Ah to be 15 again.Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy? Matalan used to sell these candles that had a scent of something like log fire or Christmas fireplace, something like that. They were fucking damage.Thank you anon!

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ack3rlady · 3 years ago

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Big Brain Energy? Me? Nick pls, I’m a small lady (a little smaller than Levi, lol) with even smaller brains. You're too nice, haha!

Now about my moots:

@sooibian – Nia is from another fandom, but the only IRL friend I have here and one of my most fav writers and humans. We grew up together and have been best friends/sisters (she is mine even if I'm not hers) for over a decade. Madame got me into writing and encouraged me to start this blog. So, if any of ya’ll like my work, you know whom to thank! She’s my angel baby and I’d die for her. I’m also going to have a car ready on backup in case she wants to flee her wedding and fly to South Korea where she’ll marry Kyungsoo and I’ll marry Chanyeol.

(others below the cut)

@flamingblinglove – Mrs. Ackerman, my bestie and a fellow Veteran Wife. We’re chit chatting almost all day and love to thirst after our respective 2D husbands. She encourages me to write and it's because of her that I began writing self-ships and smut – both extremely different genres but equally self-indulgent lol. She’s the absolute best and a literal human ray of sunshine. I can be extra silly with her without worrying about any judgement. Her love for Levi shines through her amaaaazing work. I manifest a good 8 hours of sleep for her every night.

@axoxtxhxh – Mrs. Zacharias, the third piece of the Veteran Wife gang, and also the founder of the clan. Joey is the most disciplined person I’ve come across on Tumblr. She continues to impress me with her talents – she's an amazing writer and a wonderful artist, among other things, and I can't wait to see what cards she has up her sleeve. Her work is like a breath of fresh air since her concepts are so quirky and different.

@nelapanela94 – One of my oldest moots/friends here.. I think we started writing at around the same time. She’s so sweet and loving and also funny, and it definitely shows when she writes. Her Levi work is some of the fluffiest I’ve read and I love how far we’ve come from where we started and I’m glad we’re still together! (pls don’t cringe.. I got a little emotional)

@sinnerofthewalls – Rachel is my delicate flower and a fellow Mrs. Smith, and I will fight to protect them. They’re a lovely human, and their sensitive nature reflects clearly through their writing. Their stories are gripping and I love reading the plots they write! I admire how they always strive to better their work and are honestly one of my big inspirations for 18+ writing.

@chaotic-nick – Another dear moot/friend I’ve made here. We bonded over Chai and Indian food haha! Contrary to your statement in your post, I initially thought you were Indian like me, given how much you knew about my culture. I love how you incorporate diversity into your work and it is a delight to read. Again, plsss don’t feel shy around me. I swear I’m nice 🙁

@araveticazx – another one of my oldest moots/friends here. Ara’s was one of the first works I read when I began lurking on Tumblr. She’s an absolute sweetheart and so supportive, and her HP x AoT work is so emotional and well written! :’)

@charlotteplsdosth – My cheerleader. her feedback on my work always lifts me up. She’s one of the most encouraging readers I’ve come across. She always beings a smile to my face with her shining aura and humor. She creates the funniest memes and I looove fawning over Erwin with her.

@beforegenesis – What can I say about this human? Genesis has successfully made my heart stop twice by now – first with her art and then with her letter. And I have no clue what I did to deserve her kindness. She's a thriving artist and also a budding writer apart from being a wonderful person, and I’m so excited to see more of her work when she's ready to show it to the world!

@red-n-tall – Sunnie is also one of my first moots/friends here. We got to talking when she began reading my ‘In A Perfect World’. She's so sweet and kind and I have had the longest conversations with her in the past about anything and everything. She's been busy with life lately, but this is just a reminder that I miss you! 😊

There are also a loooot more people who I may not have listed here, probably because we don't know each other well enough. But please know that I appreciate you and would love to interact more! :)

🎉 NEW GAME: Introduce your mutuals to everyone and what do you think of them? 🎉

Ohhhh, nice! I'm going to try my best with this, because I'm not that great with words.

Also, if I missed you I'm so sorry. ALL of my mutuals are smart, talented, and have the best taste in 2D men (I'm sorry, I don't make the rules). I love and cherish each and everyone of my mutuals.

@axoxtxhxh - one of my favorite AoT writers! Has a great balance of humor to serious in her writing. Always super supportive and friendly. Not only is she a wonderful writer, she also has a very cute art style!

@absolute-flaming-trash - meme queen. A very excellent DC writer. I could listen to her rave about insects for days. It really BUGS me when she doesn't (what a terrible pun, I'm sorry lmao).

@trash-writings - one of (if not THE) best smut writer on this entire site. One of the main people who inspired me to start writing. Very sweet and always able to make me laugh.

@spicysoftsweet - always, always, always comes up with the best games. Best writer for Ushijima PERIOD. Wicked smart and very charming.

@twkhoosha - the best femdom writer I know. I don't watch Tokyo Revengers, but I'm sure if I did, I'd want to peg everyone of them and it'd be because of Khoosha. Also, one of my favorite Illumi writers.

@missalienqueen - Always so supportive and positive! Just her presence on my dash instantly puts me in a better mood. #1 supporter of the hurt Tsukishima agenda and I AM HERE FOR IT.

@mynameseri - believe it or not, Eri was one of the first people on this site that I actually felt comfortable enough to say hi to off of anon (and I'd been on this site for like 9 years). If not for her, then I probably wouldn't have been confident enough to talk to anyone else! Super sweet and caring. A really great writer and an absolutely fabulous artist!

@chaotic-nick - we're fairly recent mutuals, but you are very talented and fun to see on my dash!

@sinnerofthewalls - another fairly recent mutual, but you are one heck of a writer! I can't wait to read more of your work and (hopefully) get to talk to you more!

#mia.tags

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