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thornnii · 2 years ago
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⎯ ✦ seashells by the seashore
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genre: fluff wordcount: 1.2K pairing: Uma Triskelion x gn!reader pronouns: you/yours other: reader's swimwear is described as little as possible and kept as androgynous as possible, reader is unable to do magic, can be read as either platonic or romantic, set in Auradon but reader isn't specified as AK or VK warnings: brief talk of swimwear, being hungry and going to get food summary: a day at the beach with Uma thorn's notes: originally posted 11/Oct/2022; edited, sorry if Uma is ooc. had my final exam today and I'm so glad to finally be done with school for the year
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You were walking along the beach with Uma, hot sand moulding itself around your toes as the hot, summer sun beat down on you both from above, perfect weather to be traipsing along the Auradon shores. You walked with Uma, hand in hand and swinging your joined arms back and forth as you listened to her ramble about a new spell she was learning, occasionally asking a question or prompting her to go into more detail. Being unable to do magic yourself it was always interesting to listen and learn about that side of Uma's world.
The two of you had spent about an hour in the water already and had decided to take a break from splashing about for a while. Uma's hair was in her usual braids but now she'd pulled them together into a low ponytail, the teal ends sparkling with the water droplets that hung onto them. Uma had a dark teal, one-piece swimsuit on, along with a dark brown, sleeveless jacket and her signature dark brown pirate hat, which she used currently to keep the sun out of her eyes. Your own hair was also matted down with water although it was beginning to air-dry. After getting out of the water, you'd put a light green t-shirt on, wanting to cover your shoulders from getting burnt. The hem of the shirt stopped just below the waistline of the dark green and white swim trunks you were wearing in the sea.
Your shoes, beach towels, picnic basket and beach bags were about a 5 minute walk down the beach, but neither of you were worried about anyone going through your basket or bags, all that was in picnic basket were a few empty pastry bags and the only things in your beach bag was your phone, sunglasses and SPF. Besides this was Auradon, the very thought of stealing something was enough to make the average AK shake in their boots.
Mid-step and mid-sentence, Uma pulled away from you to crouch down in the surf of the sea. You squatted down next to her, curious to see what had grabbed her attention so suddenly. What you weren't prepared for was for her to suddenly spin around to face you, holding her hands out. Holding onto her hands to focus them in your vision, you saw she was holding an assorted array of differently coloured seashells, the sea water still on them making them gleam in the bright light.
"Oh, wow!" you exclaimed, mirroring her look of happiness. "These are so pretty!"
Uma nodded in concession, adding: "We should see if we can find anymore"
You hummed agreement. It sounded like fun, so the two of you headed off on the hunt for seashells.
It had now been a few minutes since Uma had found those first few shells and now both of you were picking up any that you saw. While Uma was using the pockets on her jacket as well as her hands, you were using your shirt like a makeshift basket to carry your shells. You stooped for barely a minute to pick up a shell that had been glinting in your peripheral vision, but when you straightened up you noticed that Uma was no longer standing beside you.
You continued on, reasoning that she couldn't have gotten too far ahead in the brief amount of time that you'd taken your eyes off of her. You kept an easy pace as you walked, for as much as you wanted to find Uma, you didn't want to drop any of your shells and waste time picking them up instead.
There was a small incline in the ground as you continued on, but peeking over the top of sand was the weathered brim of Uma's hat. She was crouched underneath a beach umbrella, under which was also two beach towels and a woven, bamboo basket. Next to the towels were a pair of brown boots and a pair of black Converse high-tops.
"There you are! Why'd you run ahead?" Uma didn't reply so you took a moment to observe your surroundings. The beach umbrella above you was stripped like the ones typically seen in movies or cartoons but instead of being red and white it was lilac and white stripes running down it. The beach towels were different colours; one being a navy blue, the other white with shapes like stars and swirls in an off-white shade. The whole scene gave you a sense of deja vu but you were unable to truly place it.
Uma was still engrossed in what she was doing, seemingly unaware of your presence, so you questioned her again, hoping for an answer this time: "What are you doing?".
You didn't know if it was the confusion in your voice or the nature of the question but this time she looked up, glancing in you and your seashells direction, using her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight.
"The area began to look familiar and I realised we'd looped back on ourselves and were getting closer to where we'd left our towels and stuff. I wanted to check the bags first, y'know, make sure nothing had been taken. Then I got the idea to put all the shells we'd gathered in the picnic basket to carry." she quickly explained.
You blinked a couple of times and nodded slowly as you processed what she had said. Now you understood why everything seemed so familiar, half of it was yours. Relieved for a place to sit down, you dropped down onto the navy beach towel, letting the shells you'd been carrying with your shirt fall down onto the sand between yourself and Uma.
You soon moved to lay back on the towel, basking in the warm weather, as Uma continued to fill the basket with shell after shell. It only took a few minutes and soon enough she was moving to lie down on the white towel next to you, copying your position as she soaked in the sunlight as well.
Maybe 10 minutes of laying there together had passed before a low grumble came from Uma's stomach.
"Would you like to go and get something to eat?" you asked, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at the girl lying next to you.
Moving to sit up, Uma nodded, suggesting that the two of you stopped by the local 'Tiana's Café' for a snack and a drink. Tiana's Café was the sub-chain of the princess' hugely successful restaurant, Tiana's palace. The small cafes were intensely popular amongst teens and young adults or those who were just in need of a coffee and chocolate brioche. The nearest one was just a few minutes away.
Now that the location was agreed upon, you stood up, rolling up the towels while Uma stood behind you to close and pull the umbrella out of the sand. And thus the pair of you were off once more, this time in the direction of hot drinks and sweet snacks. Their afternoon's treasure was safely secured in the picnic basket, which Uma held onto as she walked down the streets beside you.
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fandomnerd9602 · 6 months ago
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Can you do Uma x Ariel's son
Y/N continue swimming as Uma approaches the edge of the pool…
Uma: you know faculty is not allowed to swim past school hours
Y/N: I thought you were a former VK, you’ve never really been one for rules
Uma: I’m head mistress now, so I have to have some standard
Y/N: oh come on Headmistress, can’t you have just a little bit of fun?
Uma thinks it over…
She dives right in the pool and into Y/N’s arms, giggling…
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ninidohee · 7 days ago
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⋆ sweet tooth. ᯓᡣ𐭩
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in this fic: namorado!choi seungcheol x leitora que ama um docinho
gênero: fluff e humor (? questionável)
conteúdo: muuuitas menções a doces, consulta no dentista (mencionada), dor de dente, obturação, anestesia, e a leitora dá uma tapinha no cheol porque ele é irritante
wc: 1.7k
notas da nini: eu meio que tô com vergonha do tempo que eu levei pra escrever só isso…
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⋆˚˖✿  O principal pensamento que passava pela sua cabeça no momento era o quão fervorosamente você detestava beijinho de coco. Não que realmente odiasse o doce — se fosse assim, não teria comido um montão deles na festinha de aniversário da sua prima semana passada —, mas precisava achar um terrível vilão para culpar pela dor insuportável que fazia um dos seus dentes latejar. Claro, os pacotinhos de chiclete de tutti-frutti e Halls de cereja que você adorava podem, sim, talvez ter um dedinho na causa da sua cárie, mas você jura de pé junto que é tudo culpa do beijinho.
Não podia dizer que essa era bem uma das suas primeiras vezes indo ao consultório da sua dentista, com quem, aliás, você podia dizer que já estava formando uma amizade pela frequência dos seus encontros. Ela até te mandava parabéns no seu aniversário pelo número de contato da clínica. 
Era assim desde que você era criança — você amava muito comer Tic Tac de morango e fingir que era remédio —, sua mãe vivia no consultório do dentista com você, te dando sermão sobre como o excesso de doce faz mal. Mas poxa, é só um docinho…
Pensava que com o tempo e com o crescimento dos dentes permanentes, a situação seria diferente e eventualmente as consultas dentárias se tornariam mais esporádicas, mas não foi bem assim.
Ainda ia muito ao dentista, agora com um acompanhante talvez não tão alarmista quanto sua mãe, mas tão tagarela quanto.
“Eu disse que não era bom ficar adiando a consulta, amor…” Seungcheol apertava um pouco as sobrancelhas enquanto a atenção se mantinha na estrada, desviando-se para a sua forma dramaticamente jogada no banco do passageiro de vez em quando, preocupado.
Deu a ele apenas um barulhinho sofrido em resposta, decidindo manter os olhos fechados e a cabeça recostada no banco do carro para evitar que o excesso de informação de alguma forma piore sua situação. Você experimentou travar a mandíbula e ranger os dentes, na expectativa de que a pressão talvez disfarçasse a pulsação do maldito osso. Dor de dente é um saco.
“Princesa, não faz isso…” ouviu seu namorado estalar a língua e cutucar seu braço de leve. “Ficar apertando o dente só vai fazer piorar.” 
“Você só diz isso porque não é você que tá com essa dor infernal.” Você grunhiu, frustrada, se virando para encarar o homem com as mãos no volante. “Nem deve saber como é ter uma cárie. Sortudo do caramba.”
Seungcheol deu uma risadinha nasal com a sua resposta. Sempre parecia achar graça da sua indignação pelo fato de ele, apesar de também não ser muito regrado com o açúcar, nunca precisar se preocupar muito com a saúde bucal, ao contrário de você, que tinha dentes amaldiçoados (suas palavras, não dele).
“É que, cê sabe, eu não sou uma maluca do doce, né…” provocou, já deixando o sorrisinho escapar por entre os lábios quando você largou um tapa sonoro no ombro firme, o que lhe rendeu um ai! totalmente teatral, a julgar pela risada que acompanhava a interjeição. “Eu tô dirigindo!” Reclamou, mas não soou nem um pouco preocupado.
“Maluca do doce, a sua cara. Palhaço.” Você advertiu, contrariada. Pode ser que talvez a dor também aumentasse um pouquinho sua irritabilidade. Mas seu namorado enchendo a sua paciência era algo bem familiar, pra dizer a verdade. “Você que vive trazendo doce pra mim e ainda reclama quando eu não como.” 
Ele fazia isso o tempo todo. Sempre que ia ao mercado ou passava numa loja de conveniência, Seungcheol dava um jeito de comprar um doce que sabia que você gostava, fosse um chocolate, chicletes ou alguma bala azedinha diferente para experimentarem juntos.
E claro, não é nem preciso explicar que todas as vezes que você deixava todo aquele açúcar de lado esse homem fazia uma birra imensurável, reclamando sobre como ele tinha pensado que você ia ficar super animada com algo que ele comprou porque lembrou de você e você “nem ligou”, e aí você se sentia culpada e… voltamos à estaca zero. 
“Eu compro porque sei que cê gosta, mô…” tinha aquele bico todo jeitosinho nos lábios. Esse sabia fazer um drama.
Antes que pudessem continuar em uma discussão totalmente infundada sobre a importância dos doces, a fachada da clínica se fazia visível a alguns metros. 
⋆。‧˚ʚ 🪼 ɞ˚‧。⋆
“Deixa eu ver, vai…” Seungcheol te cutucava que nem uma criança persistente enquanto você escondia o rosto com as mãos. “Eu não vou rir, é sério.” O sorrisinho meio molenga que já tinha nos lábios e a risada presa na voz deixavam bem na cara que ele ia rir, sim.
“Você já tá rindo!” Você reclamou, a voz saindo meio arrastada por causa da anestesia da obturação, o que só fez ele parar por um momento e levantar as sobrancelhas, interessado.
“Que isso? Fala de novo.” Ele inclinou a cabeça, os olhos brilhando com pura diversão às suas custas, acompanhados de um sorrisinho do mal.
Você queria sumir. “Para, Cheolie…” reclamou, mas sua manha nem adiantou porque Seungcheol não se aguentava e já estava dando risada de novo do seu jeito esquisito de falar. Queria esganar ele.
De primeira, você até tentou disfarçar quando saiu do consultório, mas o tempo considerável que havia passado no banheiro da clínica depois da consulta, analisando a si mesma no espelho, tentando ensaiar um sorriso discreto e se preparando para encarar o mundo cruel lá fora te denunciava. A questão é que ninguém repararia, na verdade. Mas, na sua cabeça, é como se a cada passo que desse ouviria uma risada por sua causa.
Quando você finalmente soltou um suspiro resignado após mais um bocado de pedidos de um Seungcheol insuportável pendurado em você, ele soube que havia te ganhado pelo cansaço.
“Ai, tá bom…” bufou. “Promete que não vai rir.” Você tinha plena certeza de que essas palavras talvez surtiriam mais efeito se fossem direcionadas a uma pedra. O sorriso contido nos lábios dele já era uma traição.
“Prometo.” Dissimulado e sem um pingo de vergonha.
Ele até tentou manter uma expressão que passasse credibilidade, mas o canto da boca tremeu de leve. Você não entendia como o homem conseguia ser tão pateta em momentos como esse, e ainda se comportar de maneira totalmente oposta em noventa por cento do tempo que passavam juntos, todo marrento. Era até engraçado.
Quando você afastou as mãos da boca, ele te observou bem e… parecia até meio desapontado por você ter feito todo aquele drama e estar igual, aparentemente.
“Tá, agora dá um sorriso.”
“Ah não, Cheol—”
“Dá logo, é só uma anestesia.” Te cutucou, e você, contra o seu melhor julgamento, obedeceu.
E aí foi que nem acender um estopim. Seungcheol estava vermelho de tanto dar risada. Sua boca meio torta no sorriso desajeitado era, por algum motivo, muito engraçada para o homem — o que, de novo, te fazia querer esganar ele.
Você se emburrou, encarando-o com cara de poucos amigos, mas ele estava ocupado demais se jogando para trás no sofá, gargalhando sem o menor remorso.
“Desculpa, meu amor...” ele disse entre risadas, se sentando novamente para segurar em um dos seus braços, divertido.
“Você é ridículo.” Deu a ele um olhar repreensivo, mas também já segurava o próprio riso. Você ia se levantar do sofá com o objetivo de ir para o quarto se isolar do resto da humanidade, mas antes que pudesse dar o primeiro passo, ele te puxou de volta para si, ainda rindo.
“Ah, não faz assim, princesa…” envolveu seu tronco com os braços definidos em um abraço gostoso, te pressionando contra si. “Olha aqui pra mim.” Disse, mais baixinho dessa vez, cutucando sua bochecha com o nariz.
Você fez charme, mas ainda virou o rosto para ele, só para encontrar os olhos escuros brilhando de diversão, cheios de carinho. “Tá linda, de verdade.” Ele ainda tinha um sorriso nos lábios, mas agora mais genuíno. Terno. “Você é linda.”
Encarou o rosto masculino por um, dois segundos antes de perder a compostura e enfiar o rosto no pescoço dele para sorrir, bobinha. “Você é tão sem-vergonha.” Murmurou contra a pele quentinha, ao que ganhou uma risada dele. Se havia alguma realidade em que você não caía no charme de Choi Seungcheol todas as vezes, definitivamente não era essa.
“Mas e aí? Cê nem contou o que a dentista disse, amor.” Se dedicava agora a fazer um carinho gentil na sua cintura, tranquilo. “Brigou contigo?”
“Não, né…” afirmou o óbvio, brincando meio distraída com a bainha da camisa vermelha do Manchester United que só faltava sair andando sozinha de tanto que ele usava. “Só disse que era bom dar uma diminuída no doce.”
Seu namorado deu uma risada nasal com a resposta. Bom, lógico que a sugestão de um dentista seria essa, mas mesmo assim era meio cômico. Você bufou, queixosa. 
“Eu só queria poder ficar em paz com meus docinhos.” Apesar de já haver algum tempo que estavam em casa, o bico que você fazia ainda tinha um dos lados um pouco dormente, e Seungcheol achava uma gracinha. Selou a boquinha com um sorriso na própria.
“Tem eu.” Te deu um balançar de sobrancelhas sugestivo, com um sorriso ladino meio torto, mas ainda era menos que o seu. “Bem docinho, princesa.”
Você riu mais da cara dele do que da piada ruim. “Como você é bobão…” Respondeu, balançando a cabeça, mas ainda com um sorriso no rosto.
“Você gosta.” Deu de ombros, te puxando para mais perto si e aninhando você contra ele num cantinho aconchegante do sofá, ao que você se deixou encolher no abraço dele, satisfeita.
E aí a paz reinou no ambiente. Pareciam um casal de gatinhos: agarradinhos e preguiçosos no sofá da sala.
Seungcheol estava tentando emparelhar o ritmo da respiração com o seu quando você declarou seu plano de vingança:
“Vou esperar você dormir pra te gravar roncando.” Nem se preocupou em levantar a cabeça da posição tão confortável em que estava, apoiada no peito dele, mas já sabia a reação que sua fala lhe havia rendido.
O homem baixou a cabeça para te encarar com as sobrancelhas arqueadas, meio boquiaberto. “Eu não ronco.” Aquela foi a afirmação menos afirmativa de todas.
Só aí você levantou o rosto do lugar para dar uma risada e um olhar divertido para ele. “E como é que você vai saber?”
Bem, você sabia a resposta, e era ‘não’. Ele, na verdade, não roncava. Mas o mínimo que você merecia depois do tanto que ele riu de você era poder tirar uma casquinha dele também, poxa…
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nominzn · 1 year ago
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não consigo parar de pensar no jeno...
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ele é caseiro demais então os encontros perfeitos seriam na sua casa ou na dele.
porque ele é todo fit, no dia do lixo pode esperar uma coca-cola comum e um hamburgão tarde da noite enquanto comentam uma fofoca, ou riem de doer a barriga com uma lembrança, ou um vídeo maluco, até mesmo com um episódio de um sitcom no fundo.
jeno gosta de rotina, de viver o cotidiano. têm horário fixo pra malhar junto contigo, te busca no trabalho/na faculdade, principalmente se largar à noite. vira e mexe te leva pra jantar num final de semana porque surpreender também faz parte.
inclusive foi vivendo essa rotina que se apaixonou por você. numa carona ele decidiu falar que tava interessado, gostou da reação que tu teve e lascou um beijo gostoso logo de primeira. tem cara de quem adora dar uma provocada se afastando de repente, só pra te ver procurando os lábios dele de novo. solta uns risinhos no meio do beijo porque sabe do efeito que tem, de tímido só a casca. mão na nuca, na coxa, no quadril... ai, ai, viu.
mas ele também adora uns beijinhos dengosos no meio do filme até que interessante quando estão abraçadinhos no sofá num dia frio, que ele confessa segredos manhosos na tua boca e vocês podem ser fofos e estranhos sem medo. ama apoiar a cabeça no seu peito e receber um cafuné na nuca, no pé do cabelo, deixa ele molinho.
quando fica doente é do tipo que pede pra vc não chegar perto dele pra não te passar, sabendo que não vai acontecer. a verdade é que ele ama ser cuidado com remedinho na hora certa, sopinha e chamego preguiçoso pra distrair a dor no corpo.
nas férias faz todas as vontades que tiveram durante o ano, se virando em mil pra visitar tanto lugar e sempre pedindo massagem dps que chega em casa porque sair tira a energia dele dum jeito que só tu cura.
se estiver estressado logo te fala e pede ajuda, assim como se brigarem, ele prefere conversar tudo pra não virar bola de neve. ficar bravo é perder tempo.
faz drama quando ta com ciúmes, mas o típico olhinho de lua aparece quando você faz bico. jeno é confiante, mas sua atenção é valiosa demais pra dividir com outro zé ninguém. quando é o contrário, ri todo bobinho e canta todas as músicas que conhece sobre ciúmes: pagode, internacionais, sertanejo... se te fizer rir, abre até playlist pra te zoar.
no instagram esbanja o 💍 na bio, reposta no story todas as suas publicações, comenta com cantadas todas as vezes... adora ser um namorado golden retriever.
talvez ele não diga eu te amo tão frequentemente quanto mostra te amar, mas quando ele diz é sempre com o coração rasgado de sinceridade e doçura.
jeno é o namorado perfeito.
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everythingiaskfor · 10 months ago
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his scent
kuroo tetsuro x reader warnings: mentions of alcohol
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kuroo as your coworker who always smells like freshly ironed clothes. it doesn’t matter if it’s early in the morning and he just came into the building greeting everyone with an enthusiastic smile even though it’s monday or if it’s almost 6pm and you’re leaving the office. the smell of freshly ironed clothes invades the elevator and you can almost feel the heat (maybe it’s because of how close you are to him so everyone could fit in the box, who could tell?). all you know it’s that whenever your nose picks up that scent, his scent, your stomach gets fuzzy and your cheeks get red, expecting to see him and his breathtaking smile, and hoping he will stop by your desk to talk to you for a bit for no reason and about nothing specific.
kuroo as that friend who faintly smells like a mix of cologne and alcohol, usually caused by the weekends you go out to bars together, as a friend group, and you spend so much time sitting at the table talking about everything and laughing. it’s in one of these nights that almost turn into day that you meet his old friends from school and his volleyball days, and you see him talk to someone in a flirtatious way and don’t really talk anymore for the night, and the smell of the expensive musk mixed with the strong smell of the shots is always present. an aroma that slowly becomes his. an aroma that is there when he had a bit too much to drink and lays on your lap when everyone’s watching, but he doesn’t care. the aroma that will be forever connected to the sight of his sharp eyes staring at your soul, while you try to pretend you’re not noticing (for sure he can’t tell how you can’t concentrate on the conversation and how the heat of your body is increasing every second, right?), and you finally look back at him, ask him what’s up and he just shrugs, not even blinking, and you can feel your heart fall down, but not falling apart.
tetsuro as your boyfriend who smells like a floral fabric softener. the fragrance that invades your senses as you wake up beside him, and the sheets and the shirt of his that you stole for the night all smell the same. the fragrance you relate to lazy weekends you spend on your couch watching some tv show. the same fragrance you bury your face into while hugging him from behind when he tried to cook you something and almost burnt the house down. the fragrance that comforts you, that makes you feel safe and loved (because that’s the reality, and he makes sure you know it). the fragrance you make sure to keep around even when he’s away for work, through some sort of clothing article that he’ll take a couple weeks to miss, perfectly timed so you can’t take something else. a perfectly familiar fragrance, that is his, and even if you use the same brand of product, it’s not the same, because his touch is what makes it special. 
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humaforever · 11 months ago
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Harry figured out Uma had a secret stash of chocolate because when he was looking for some, she said they were all out. But a few hours later he kissed her and suspiciously enough, her lips tasted of sweet, warm chocolate.
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lucuslavigne · 2 years ago
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Pra Ver Se Cola
Yangyang × Leitora.
🤍: um neo + uma música br (a música de inspiração está no final do texto), fluffy, um yangie muito mas muito boiolinha por você!
Obrigada @ncdreaming por me deixar surtar com vc 😓 amei conversar contigo <3
Espero que gostem!
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Esperava Yangyang do lado de fora da universidade, mas estranhava a demora do mesmo.
— E aí minha querida. — Hendery apoiou em seu ombro.
— Oi Hendery. — sorriu para o outro amigo.
— O Yangyang me mandou te entregar isso. — te deu um pedaço de papel que você julgou ser uma carta.
— Ah, obrigada. — guardou a carta em seu bolso. — Vou ler com calma quando chegar em casa.
— Ele tá vindo aí. — riu.
— Que demora viu! — falou para o Liu.
— Foi mal. — riu. — A professora de educação física queria conversar comigo.
— Vamo' então? — perguntou aos dois.
— Na verdade eu vou acompanhar o Xiaojun hoje. — respondeu. — Voltem com cuidado! — e saiu correndo.
— O Dery tá' estranho. — falou desconfiada.
— Tá' mesmo. — notou as bochechas vermelhas de Yangyang, mas preferiu não falar nada.
— Vai querer ir em casa hoje? — começou a andar.
— Pode ser. — sorriu. — Mas, não vai te atrapalhar?
— Claro que não seu bobo. — respondeu.
O caminho foi divertido, ria das piadas sem graça do Liu, faziam gracinhas na rua, até mesmo brincaram com um gatinho de rua.
Sentia que Yangyang estava estranho, mas ignorou o sentimento por que ele agia como sempre: brincalhão, as vezes meloso e bastante comunicativo.
— Chegamos. — abriu a porta dando espaço para o taiwanês passar.
— O Jace ficou com sua mãe? — perguntou do seu cachorro.
— Deixei ele um tempo com ela por que precisava terminar os trabalhos, mas amanhã eu já busco ele. — respondeu enquanto pegava o livro que o mesmo havia a devolvido.
— Se eu fosse você, eu não abriria esse livro. — disse nervoso.
— E posso saber o motivo pra' isso?
— Eu meio que colei o seu nome com aquelas minhas coisas que uso pra' desenhar sabe? — escondeu o rosto.
— Não tem vergonha de fazer essas coisas? — brincou.
— Eu tinha que chamar sua atenção de algum jeito né? Já que você não vê que eu faço tudo na faculdade pra' ver se você gosta de mim. — respondeu.
Ok. Você estava chocada. Então era esse o motivo de Hendery não ter acompanhado vocês, era o motivo pelo qual sentia que Yangyang estava estranho.
— Você sabe que eu sou meio lerda Yangyang. — dessa vez, você quem riu nervosa.
— Percebi. — riu. — Eu quem te mandei aquela carta com flores e chocolate para você no dia dos namorados, eu quem sempre faço as decorações no caderno combinando com o seu. — abaixou o olhar. — Até os professores perceberam.
Estava tão feliz! Saber que até então seu melhor amigo tinha feito as coisas que se tornaram as mais memoráveis para si é uma notícia incrível.
— Por que não me contou antes? — o questionou.
— Por que eu sei que o não, eu já tenho. — deu risada.
— Quem disse? — arqueou uma sobrancelha.
— Como é?! — perguntou chocado.
— Eu nunca iria te dizer não Yangyang! — falou. — Até porque era isso que eu tava' conversando com o Chenle a uns dias atrás. — bateu de leve no rapaz.
— Então quer dizer que eu não fui idiota? — sorriu.
— Não, você não foi idiota. — sorriu de volta.
— Eu tô' muito feliz! — te abraçou.
— Eu só vou ficar mais feliz que você, se você aceitar namorar comigo. — o disse.
— Você tá' mesmo me pedindo em namoro? — viu o sorriso do taiwanês aumentar.
— Tô' sim. — o abraçou.
— É claro que eu aceito. — escondeu o rosto em seu pescoço. — Deixa só eu ir ali na calçada rapidinho?
— A vontade. — riu.
— Eu sou o cara mais feliz do mundo! — gritou enquanto corrida pela calçada.
— Aí meu Deus. — caiu na gargalhada.
Sentia seu coração tão tranquilo, tão em paz. Estar com Yangyang te trazia sorrisos, risadas, brincadeiras... Você havia sido feita para estar ao lado do Liu.
Yangyang não se sentia diferente, saber que a paixão secreta dele agora, estava junto com ele era uma maravilha. O rapaz mal podia conter a felicidade.
— Eu te amo muito! — te deu um selinho.
— Também amo você Yangie. — respondeu.
— No fim, você nem precisou ler minha carta. — deu risada.
— Ah é né? — se juntou aos risos.
É. As vezes almas gêmeas podem ser mais que amigos ou casais, podem ser espíritos destinados a ficarem juntos.
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panthera-tigris-venenata · 1 year ago
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Roses
Harry gets Uma some flowers.
Uma just locked up the restaurant – alone, for once.
Harry didn’t come, which was weird, he always came, and besides: „Just wait tonight, darling,“ he said to her when she left for her shift, „I’ll have a surprise for you.“
So there was that, and it really left three options:
First, something happened to him, something horrible enough to stop him from coming to her – and Uma firmly refuses to entertain that current of thoughts.
So that leaves two options:
A mean-spirited prank, which is the only type of prank the Isle has anyway, in which case he probably never intended to come; or he just forgot how time works, again. That would be nothing new, and Uma finds that she can be pissed at him in both of these options.
Anger is, after all, so much easier than worry.
So Uma sets her steps sure and her eyes sure in front of herself as she walks through the docks to her ship, the usually swift walk dragging like misfortune without her first mate to keep her company.
She makes a face at that and kicks an empty bottle, just because she can. the flask clatters and thuds about, and gods, she hopes it breaks–
She breathes through her teeth (when it doesn’t break) when footsteps join the noise, and she whirls around to meet them. She already knows whom she’ll see, she could pick up these footsteps anywhere.
„Harry,“ she greets her insufferable first mate.
„Uma,“ he says back, leaning against the half-rotten wall by the corner. His hook glistens in one of his hands while the other is draped casually behind his back. He’s smirking. „Missed me, darling?“
Missed me – as if! Uma would rather had her left foot amputated than admit that.
And so she says: „Your loud mouth, or your blinding ego? In your dreams, Hook.“
He smirks more, of course he does, the handsome son of a bitch. „My mouth can do more than just talk, Captain, I’m sure you would like to know in yourdreams.
Uma makes a face at the low blow, and he laughs, finally sauntering closer; he still keeps his hand behind his back. Thus, he touches her waist with his hook – very carefully so – which she doesn’t mind in the slightest. She pulls him a bit closer, which is only partly an attempt to discover what he’s hiding.
„So, this surprise that you’ve been talking about, Hook,“ she says, „Is that just you showing up late? Keeping me waiting?“
He slides his hook over her body, her hip, her shoulder, her cheek, as he brags: „Why, Captain, what else could you want? I am truly the greatest gift you could ever get.“
He’s so lucky he’s pretty, and – and most definitely hiding something from her reach. Not that she’d been trying particularly hard, but you’ll have to forgive a girl for being distracted.
She pushes him away in mock-offense anyway.
„Harry Hook, you’re a narcissist!“ she exclaims, a smile tugging at her lips, as she can see his arms moving, actually his whole body–
He falls to his knees as he says: „That might be so, darling, but I brought you these.“
In front of himself, he holds a bouquet of blood-red roses, for her to take; he even wrapped a paper around the stems. Probably with a page torn from a horribly sappy poetry book, as she knows him.
She takes the flowers.
She gestures for him to get up barely a heartbeat later and he does so instantly, standing even closer to her than before. She doesn’t mind.
„Do you like them?“ he asks, so damn hopeful.
She nods, looking at the flowers still. The rich red colour and petals in curious shapes, whispering in wind that isn’t there. Only one person on the Isle has such roses.
„Are these…?“ she asks, and she doesn’t even need to finish the question for him to answer.
„Aye, from the Queen of Hearts,“ he says, „She has the best ones.“
She has, that’s true, and she’d never ever let go of them under the threat of death, nevermind the capital punishment for even breathing too hard in the direction of her gardens. Not that that would stop her first mate, not at all.
She lets out a quiet laugh. „You’re crazy, Harry Hook,“ she informs him.
„Crazy for you,“ he answers, and she doesn’t know why she’s surprised at all.
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maeby-bby · 2 years ago
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thinking of writing some descendants imagines so if there’s anyone you’d really like to see lmk! i’m thinking of some harry hook and maybe headcanons for the main cast!
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sparkygurly227 · 2 years ago
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Chapters: 91/168 Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jay/Li Lonnie, Ben/Mal (Disney: Descendants), Jane/Carlos de Vil, Gil & Harry Hook, Harry Hook & Evie, Gil & Harry Hook & Uma, Doug/Evie (Disney: Descendants), Harry Hook/Uma, Evie & Mal (Disney), Evie & Jay & Mal & Carlos de Vil, Freddie Facilier/Gil, Li Lonnie & Carlos de Vil, Belle & Mal (Disney), OMC/OFC, Mal & Carlos de Vil, Jay & Mal (Disney) Characters: Jay (Disney), Li Lonnie, Ben (Disney: Descendants), Mal (Disney), Evie (Disney), Jane (Disney: Descendants), Carlos de Vil, Harry Hook, Gil (Disney: Descendants), Uma (Disney), Doug (Disney: Descendants), Gaston Jr (Disney), Gaston the Third (Disney), Dude (Disney: Descendants), Fa Mulan | Hua Mulan (Disney), Grandmother Fa (Disney), Fa Li | Hua Li (Disney), Fa Zhou | Hua Zhou (Disney), Mushu (Disney), Original Characters, Li'l Shang (Disney), Belle (Disney), Adam (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Ben and Mal (Disney: Descendants), OC - Character, Jafar (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Jay and Li Lonnie Additional Tags: Oneshot collection, Wide Variety of Thing Happening Here, too many to tag - Freeform, some are fluffy, some are angsty, Romance, Friendship, Post-Canon, Missing Scene Summary:
Here is a large collection of oneshots that I wrote between October 2017 and September 2021. They were originally posted on Fanfiction.net but I'm now transporting them over here.
Main relationship featured will be in the chapter titles.
Descendants 3 canon from 111
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I’ve been forgetting to post this on here for ages!! Here is my collection of oneshots that I wrote on fanfiction.net years ago. I’m publishing five at a time and am now finally more than halfway through them! Please read and feel free to talk to me about them or anything Descendants related in the comments or in my inbox!
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an-idyllic-novelist · 2 months ago
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Ken "Okarun" Takakura with a sick!reader headcanons
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warning: fem!reader, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff.
Special thanks to @bdudette for giving me inspiration and helping create these hcs even though I am supposed to be focusing on another project for my primary blog lol.
divider by @cafekitsune
Enjoy~!
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As soon as he hears you wouldn’t be coming to school because you are sick, Okarun will be not stop worrying about you. He wants to be your side and take care of you. The only reason he didn’t sneak out of class is because Momo said they needed to go shopping for Granny Seiko’s congee recipe. It works like a charm, and it should definitely help you recover.
Okarun almost transformed into Turbo!Ken as soon as homeroom ended for the day to head downtown towards the supermarket. Being the outstanding friend that she is, Momo stopped him from doing it in front of the entire school and told him to chill the eff out as she headed in the direction towards downtown.
After arriving at their destination, Momo designated to him the important task of holding the basket while she grabbed the ingredients off of the shelves. After the cashier finished ringing everything up, he would definitely text you to check in and let you know they were on their way.
Okarun’s heart would break at seeing you huddled under the covers, voice hoarsely greeting him and Momo before wet, violent coughs prevented you from speaking further.
He would stay in your room and pressed cold towels on your forehead while Momo busied herself in the kitchen.
Being the good cinnamon roll he is, Okarun would more than likely collect all the homework assignments or notes you would need to catch up on what you’ve missed in class so you don’t get behind. Don't want to talk about school? That's okay, because he's more than happy to read you articles from his UFO and UMA magazines if it'll help you relax.
He really, really hopes that the rest of the afternoon is quiet and there aren’t any aliens coming after his junk or random ghosts causing chaos. The last thing he wanted to do was leave you all alone again. If it ever came to that? He’ll swear to be back as soon as he can, but please stay inside and take your medicine.
Okarun loves you very much, and he only wants you to be happy and healthy.
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inquisitor-runa · 5 months ago
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The engagement ring each of them chooses for you
cont: fluff
fem reader.
MINORS DNI
Includes Zoro, Law, Kid, Crocodile, Ace and Shanks.
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All these incredible rings are from Oore Jewelry (Uma's work is incredible! I wish I had the money to buy all her rings)
@mochiclouds, @redpool
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fandomnerd9602 · 2 years ago
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Uma x Male Reader?
Y/N dances with Uma…
Uma trips a little, Y/N catches her…
Uma: sorry I don’t quite have my land legs
Y/N: well I’ll always be here to catch you
Uma giggles as she leans her forehead against Y/N’s…
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infiniteimaginings · 8 months ago
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Can you do a transmale!reader x Harry Hook/Uma
(if you do multiple characters)
Where reader is chosen with the main four in the first movie (kid of Jack Sparrow) and leaves. He’s part of Uma’s crew. And when he’s chosen in the first movie, he’s pre-T or anything like it.
Then the second movie comes along and reader goes back to the isle with the others to bring back Mal. But he really goes because he wants to see his pirates. Except now he’s been on T for about a year now and had his surgeries. So they don’t recognize him and kidnap him along with Ben.
Anddddd I can’t really think of anything else after that. So…have fun with it! Preferably a happy ending, with lots of fluff and sweetness.
Pre-established Uma/Harry and Reader didn’t come out to them before leaving so as far as Uma/Harry know, Reader is a cis woman. So it’s a surprise when he finally tells him who he really is.
And yeah, that’s all. It’s alright if you don’t write it, I’d understand. Thanks!
Are we supposed to know you? (Uma x TransMale!Reader x Harry Hook)
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Summary: You were sent off with the other Vk's to Auradon and when you come back to retrieve Mal, you're changed. You of course go back for Mal, but it's mainly to see the people you left and to tell them you're home. What happens when they don't recognize you and see you as a threat, just like Ben. How will they know you're who you say you are? Pronouns: You/Yours, She/Her (In mentions from Uma and Harry), He/Him Warnings: None Word Count: 2.7k A/N: (Long A/N) Act like Jefferson doesn't exist, I forgot he existed lol. Also, I won't lie, I started this at one o'clock in the morning, and was contemplating how on earth I make this fluff when they don't recognize him and kidnap him. So, unfortunately I didn't get lots of fluff into it, I apologize, I will write a part two to this little thing just for you with only fluff in it. I hope I did the general idea justice, if I didn't, I apologize. Lots of love! <333 (Even if I explained it, you guys would not understand how frustrated I've been with tumblr and my computer. I'm so sorry for how late this is, I've been upset because I had to delay it. It's here now though.)
When Mal came to you , talking about the Isle, you couldn't help but get excited. Your eyes lit up and your smile got wider at the thought of discussing it. Mal noticed your obvious signs of wanting to continue the conversation so she sat down next to you on the bed, looking out the open curtains where the students of Auradon Prep walked. The blonde girl looked over to you, the tips of her hair their typical purple. She sighed and looked back down, messing with her fingers, “Do you ever feel like…” She paused, unable to express how she felt in words. It would’ve been easier for her if you were the first person she went to, but you weren’t.
She went to Evie, Jay, Carlos, but none of them could understand where she was coming from. It was as if everyone was happy with their new lives, but her.
Mal groaned, putting her head into her hands, unable to speak anymore.
You looked at her curiously, placing a hand on her back and rubbing small circles into it. “You wanted to talk about the island…right?” You asked her, tilting your head to see her expression. She removed her hands and nodded, not looking at you. “Yeah.”
“Is it because…you miss it?”
There was a pause, as if the room itself stilled, as if the world stopped. You moved your hand a bit just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of magic freezing everything. 
Mal sat up straight, swallowing hard, “I don’t miss the island itself.” She confessed, making eye contact with you, “I miss who I was.” She explained, taking a deep breath, “Do you get what I mean?”
You looked at her blankly, tilting your head as you looked down at yourself. 
As you did so, she opened her mouth before closing it immediately. She shook her head and laughed, slapping your arm lightly. “You know what I mean!”
“Hey, I didn’t even say anything!” You chuckled out, putting an arm around her, placing your head on hers. “But…” You began, rubbing her arm softly as she leaned into you, “I do get where you’re coming from.”
Mal looked up, her eyes a bit water, “You do?”
You nodded with a smile, “We went from a life of no no structure, doing whatever we want, enjoying life to…” You blew air out of your mouth, sighing heavily, “Rules, etiquette, expectations.” 
The girl next to you stiffened at the last word before she relaxed, leaning more into your shoulder. “I just miss….” She trailed off, shaking her head.
“You miss the freedom.”
“Yeah, I miss the freedom.”
You nodded, thinking for a moment. Soon enough, you removed your arm from her and turned to her, “Then, get it back.”
“What?”
“Show everyone that you still deserve your freedom.” You explained, moving your hands with your words. “We didn’t stop being villain kids just because we started going to Auradon.” You continued watching as her eyes got bigger, “You don’t have to fit into these boxes people are trying to force us into.” You told her, shaking your head, “If they don’t understand that, then they never really understood you.”
Your words seemed to have gotten to Mal as she stood up quickly, a small smile on her face. “I needed that, thank you.” She told you, inhaling softly as she turned to the door to walk out.
You waved and mumbled a small ‘you’re welcome’ once the door was closed since she gave you no time to. 
You didn’t think much of it, you just assumed she would do something to show people that she was still herself even if she wasn’t ‘evil’, or necessarily ‘good’. 
Well, you didn’t think much of it until the next day when the VK group and Ben bursted into your room. You jumped, shoving a paper under your pillow as you clutch your chest. “Last I checked, knocking wasn’t a foreign concept.”
Evie mumbled a small apology as the rest stood with apologetic but serious faces.
You sat up since the air was so tense, tossing your legs over the bed to stand in front of them, “What’s up?”
“Mal left for the Isle.” Carlos blurted out, blinking rapidly as he looked everywhere but you.
Ben looked down with a guilty face, a frown placed on his lips. “We had a fight…” He mumbled, “She said I didn’t understand how…” He paused, clearing his throat, “She said I didn’t understand her.”
Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open at the realization and of the conversation you had with her.
Jay noticed your expression and knitted his brows together, “What?”
A harsh cough left your throat as you looked away from them, “I might’ve had something to do with that.”
The group simultaneously yelled, “What?!”
Your hands raised in an automatic surrender, “Hey, she came to me talking about the Isle,” You began your explanation, “and I miss my
Evie wasn’t pleased to say the least, she crossed her arms with a raised brow. “We are your people.”
You almost laughed, but given the situation you decided not to. “I miss my people.” You specified, your words reminding the group that all of you weren’t exactly the bestest of friends back on the island.
They couldn’t say anything, they knew you were right. Ben didn’t exactly get the message, and that reminded you all of why you were gathered in the first place.
You agreed to go to the Isle to help Mal.
You agreed, but you weren’t really going to help Mal. She lived there her entire life, you knew she would be fine. She knows her way around the island, she practically ran it. You weren’t going to the Island to help Mal, you were going home.
Once all of you reached the island, you thought you would all spread out to find Mal…that wasn’t the case. You all went in a suspiciously large group to find the daughter of Maleficent, something you thought was stupid.
You thought it was stupid, but you all still found where she was hiding out and Ben went to talk to her.
Evie, Jay, and Carlos all talked to each other as you scanned the area, kicking the ground slightly as time passed by. You were barely on the island and now you all were going to leave. It wasn’t how you wanted things to go, nothing was how you wanted to go.
Ben walked out and before anyone could question him, he walked straight past you guys. Everyone looked at each other and you sighed, “I’ll get him.” You grumbled, jogging after him.
“Ben!” You yelled, trying to catch up to him. “Ben, wait up!” You yelled once again, finally reaching him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What happened? Why are you so upset?”
“She doesn’t want to come with us, all of this was for nothing.” Ben spoke harshly, ripping his beanie off his head and throwing it to the ground.
You sighed, picking the beanie up, dusting it off. “Ben, do me a favor.”
“What!”
“Look around right now.” You told him, gripping the beanie tightly. He looked at you confused but you repeated, “Look around right now.”
Ben regulated his breathing, calming down enough to look around. It was cramped, cluttered, dirty even. It wasn’t properly cared for but the people around seemed to be having a good time nonetheless. 
When he looked back at you, you were looking at the children running around, trying to find a way to pick-pocket Ben. “This is how we grew up Ben…” You mumbled, finally making eye contact with Ben, “You can’t expect Mal, the daughter of the biggest villain who was on this island, to just snap into a princess.” You explained to him, shaking your head.
Ben turned, looking at the area around, “I didn’t realize…” He whispered, eyes flickering to something new the more he looked. 
When the son of Belle and the Beast turned around to face you again, you were nowhere to be found. He turned around quickly, breath picking up the pace as he looked for you, “Where’d you go?” He called out, spinning in a circle until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He let out a sigh of relief, “Come on, that wasn’t fun-” The next thing he knew, everything went black.
Blurry eyes opened, a dry throat let out a cough, and vision restored. Ben looked around for a moment before his gaze fell on you. You were sat with a blank expression, seemingly uninterested in your current situation.
Ben muttered a few incoherent sentences but you cut him off for a moment.
“Getting kidnapped was not on my vacation bucket list.”
Neither of you could even begin a conversation after your words when someone started laughing. The two of you looked up and saw someone had walked in, seemingly amused at your situations. 
“Absolutely hilarious, you’re quite funny.” The male said, looking you over a bit before turning his attention to Ben to do the same thing.
Your brows furrowed as you broke out of whatever ‘trance’ you were in. “Harry?” You asked aloud, adjusting yourself to get a closer look at him.
He pointed his fake hook to you, placing it under his chin. “How do you know my name?”
“How does who know your name?” A voice called from behind the boy, footsteps getting louder as they neared.
Harry tilted his head, “This one.” He spoke, moving his hook from under your chin to step back.
The person that walked in was a girl, she had light blue braids and brown eyes. She stood tall with the hat of a pirate on. 
Your brows furrowed once again, your mind still a little fuzzy from your current situation. “Uma?” You mumbled out, tilting your head.
“You know these people?” Ben suddenly spoke out, trying to get out the rope that tied his hands behind his back.
You looked over at him, a bit unimpressed. “I was raised here, I know everyone here.”
Harry gasped falsely, fake hook over his heart, “You’re a VK?” He asked, not expecting you to answer, since he didn't believe you.
You nodded, forgetting that you look different so they don’t recognize you. “Uh, yeah.” You spoke as if it were obvious, “Born and raised.” You spoke, trying to jog their memory. “Uma, I was in your shop every single da-”
“Oh, and are we supposed to know you because of that?” She asked with a straight face, squatting down to bore her eyes into yours.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes before opening them again, “If you said you didn’t, I’d be questioning our friendship.”
Your captors both laughed, looking at each other, “Friendship?”
Ben decided to give up, still listening to the conversation. So much was running through his mind, he was trying to figure out how to get out of this situation until…he realized something. You knew these people, you guys were friends, they just didn’t recognize you. If Ben reminded them, maybe they would let you guys go.
He thought it over before blurting out, “He’s the child of Jack Sparrow, so yes he is a villain kid.” 
Everyone went silent, their laughs were quiet, and your breathing stopped at Bens sudden exclamation.
You looked over and Ben looked you up and down, and that is when you realized…they don’t know who you are. You had changed so much in the past year, even your voice was different. How did you just expect them to recognize you?
When you looked back at the two pirates, they were staring you down. If looks could kill, you would be six feet under.
Uma squatted down in front of you, glaring harshly, “Don’t you ever disrespect her like that ever again.” She whispered to you seriously, her head whipping to Ben, “Don’t you ever mention her in front of me, again.”
Harry took a few deep breaths, “She would’ve been fine here, and you took her.” He told Ben, poking his chest with his hook. “If you ever try to lie to us, I will gut you like a fish.”
Uma nodded to the statement, “You think we wouldn’t know her family?” She asked you, tilting her head. “Jack Sparrow had one child, a daughter, and she’s never coming back.” She paused, biting the inside of her cheek, “For you, a preppy, to just try to claim her father as your own for some sense of freedom…it’s disgusting.”
The blue haired girl stood slowly, keeping her eyes on you. You finally released the breath you were holding, when she removed herself from your space.
You blinked back a few tears as they turned to walk out the door. Harry gently took Umas hand, whispering some things that you couldn't hear.
They were so good together, they still defended your name even if they thought you weren't there. You didn't expect your chest to hurt so badly when they protected you, even if they believed you were gone for good.
“I would’ve joined your crew even if I lost that race.” You mumbled, looking at their backs with sad eyes.
The two paused before turning to you, “Excuse me?” Uma asked, standing in place.
“The race..” You trailed off, “If you won I would join your crew, if I won you would have to spend a week proving to me how much you wanted me to join and then I’d give you my answer.” You continued, nodding with your own words. You didn't notice how they continued to walk towards you. You continued on, “Unfortunately, I was dragged to Auradon before I could answer you, so I’m doing it now.” You told them, looking up to see both of them analyzing you with parted lips, “I was going to join your crew anyways.”
Umas eyes were focusing on each of your features before she cupped your face, looking at you more intensely.
Harry looked up, making eye contact with you, “You have her eyes…” He muttered, taking off his hook to trace your cheeks.
You swallowed harshly before breathing out a chuckle, your cheeks warming a bit. “I would hope so, I was born with my eyes, guys.”
Uma shook her head, “But she’s… you’re not…”
“A girl…I know.” You whispered out, looking down, or trying to. Harry picked your head back up swiftly.
His eyes were watering slightly, “You’re telling the truth aren’t you?”
You nodded as best as you could with his hands on your cheeks. “I know I don’t look the same…”
He shook his head, “But you’re still you…” 
Uma quickly untied the rope keeping you tied up, trying her best to go quickly. She had ordered her crew to tie your guys up from your arms to your legs, and now she was regretting it. Harry noticed her struggle and began to help untie you, muttering curses when he got to harder knots.
Once you were untied, you rubbed at your wrists, looking down for a moment at the burn. 
You looked up, finally, and were met with Harry and Uma on their knees, staring at you. Their eyes were teary, their chests were rising and falling deeper than ever, neither could speak.
You felt your own eyes begin to water as you rushed forward, wrapping your arms around the both of them.
Harry's arm immediately went around you, he began to cry into your shoulder, holding you tightly. “We thought we’d never see you again.” 
Uma, on the other hand, was hesitant. She slowly wrapped her arm around you. When she did, she felt a rush of familiar comfort, a heat rushing through her chest, something she only felt with Harry and…you. She bit her tongue so as to not cry as she buried her nose into your other shoulder, “We would’ve found a way to you anyways.”
The warmth of the two enveloped you as you finally got to be near them again, as you finally got to feel their comforting arms again. “I have no doubt in my mind that you would’ve found me again.” You whispered to them, trying to hold them tighter.
Harry rambled on about never leaving them again, Uma ran her fingers down your back, both of them weren't letting you go anytime soon.
Uma sniffled a bit, "We missed you so much."
"I missed you guys too, more than you'll ever know."
You were finally with your people again. Now, you didn’t have to stare at a picture of the three of you, wishing they were in your arms.
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hansolsticio · 1 month ago
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— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐒_
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— Aqui têm várias escritoras que leio e amo de coração. É uma espécie de masterlist que será atualizada de vez em quando, então recomendo que seja acessada pelo post fixado sempre que vocês estiverem em busca de novas recomendações.
— Alguns blogs estão inativos/não escrevem mais, mas ainda os recomendo devido a posts que ainda estão por lá (e que talvez sejam do interesse de vocês).
— 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌: 38 blogs (21/12/2024).
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── ★ ˙ ̟ @imninahchan . ♡
o blog da nina foca em literatura erótica e possui um acervo BEM extenso com todas as pessoas que vocês puderem imaginar! ela escreve com as obsessões dela e atualmente algumas são: swann arlaud, wagner moura, dev patel, mads mikkelsen, cillian murphy, entre outros.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @sunnymoonny . ♡
a sunny é o meu amorzinho e escreve com alguns idols e k-actors como seventeen, riize, nct... o conteúdo varia, existem trabalhos com fluff, smut, angst, sugestivo, entre outras coisas.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @sunshyni . ♡
a sunsun é a maior hyuckete desse site inteiro (haechan namore esta mulher)!!! ela escreve com nct, riize, tbz, zb1, seventeen, enhypen & p1harmony... os trabalhos são majoritariamente fluff (mas a diva arrisca sugestivo e smut as vezes 😋).
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @hoshifighting . ♡
a lyla é muito mamãe (com todas as conotações possíveis 🙏🏽). escreve em inglês, mas possui alguns trabalhos em pt/br escondidos pelo blog dela, tem um acervo GIGANTESCO e escreve tudo o que você seja capaz de pensar com o seventeen.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @dollechan . ♡
a rue é uma gradissíssima diva e escreve com nct, riize, boynextdoor, aespa, red velvet, enhypen e etc... os textos envolvem fluff, angst e smut.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @cheolcam . ♡
o blog da duda tem foco em smut (tem uns MUITO babadeiros por lá) e ela escreve com grupos como seventeen e nct.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @mahteeez . ♡
a mah atualmente escreve com ateez, seventeen e nct e o foco do blog é com literatura erótica (smut). ela também é ativa no spirit e tem alguns trabalhos que estão só por lá.
✦ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @gimmenctar . ♡
o blog da livie (o maior acervo das asteroids diga-se de passagem) é totalmente voltado a conteúdo +18 e ela escreve com nct, riize e alguns girl groups.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @luvyoonsvt . ♡
a ge é uma fofa que escreve somente para o seventeen, os posts são, em maioria, fluff ou sugestivo (mas ela escreve smut a partir de asks).
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @fr-freaky . ♡
a gigi escreve com uma variedade de idols: seventeen, enhypen, stray kids... e a maior parte dos trabalhos envolve fluff e angst (existem alguns sugestivos também).
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @fruithoughts . ♡
a apple possui trabalhos em inglês & português com fluff, smut, angst e tudo mais. ela escreve principalmente com o seventeen e o nct.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (NCT) | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (SVT)
── ★ ˙ ̟ @butvega . ♡
a vega é uma diva que por muito tempo eu achei ser uma criatura do imaginário popular (até ela voltar a escrever). ela escreve sobre nct, bts e um montão de coisas (envolvendo fluff, smut & angst).
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @stszrgirl . ♡
conheci a manu recentemente pelo spirit e ela criou blog por aqui também (os refrescos), sendo assim a maior parte dos trabalhos dela ainda estão por lá (são incríveis! tem nct, seventeen, ateez...)
✦ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @gigirassol-i . ♡
a gigi entrou na comunidade recentemente e já está servindo pra caramba! atualmente escreve para o nct, mas também escreve sobre outros grupos (os textos envolvem fluff, angst, crack & sugestivo).
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @https-lvesick . ♡
a lola escreve em inglês e português focando no aespa e no nct dream. o blog dela tem foco em conteúdo +18!
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @lovesuhng . ♡
o blog da mika (maior acervo johfam desse site inteiro) também tem conteúdo em português e inglês, ela escreve com o nct (127 & dream) e os textos envolvem apenas fluff & angst.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @dreamwithlost . ♡
a lost tá meio sumidinha esses tempos, mas o blog dela é cheio de conteúdo bom! ela escreve angst e fluff com grupos como stray kids, nct, aespa & dreamcatcher.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @sucosdelimao . ♡
a nunu é um docinho (maior stan do mark lee existente)! escreve com o nct e boa parte dos textos são smut, mas tem angst, fluff e tudo que tiver direito.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @asimpathetic . ♡
o blog da sunny possui textos com o seventeen e o nct dream e a maior parte do conteúdo é fluff.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @nonuwhore . ♡
eu não tive a sorte de pegar a época que a lê ainda escrevia, mas tem tanto texto bom por lá que eu não podia deixar de recomendar! a maior parte do conteúdo é +18 e inclui grupos como seventeen, nct, stray kids e ateez.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @jaemdigital . ♡
a moina também está sumidinha, mas ela escreve principalmente com o nct e boa parte do conteúdo envolve smut.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @wlfllia . ♡
o blog da lia tem textos majoritariamente com conteúdo adulto, envolvendo grupos como enhypen, ateez e nct.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @callmecalid . ♡
a calid tem textos com o nct sendo, em grande maioria, fluff, smut & slice of life.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @sexybombom . ♡
a ally possui textos com nct, seventeen e jujutsu kaisen o conteúdo é misto havendo trabalhos +18 entre eles.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @idollete . ♡
a juju é uma bonequinha que escreve com atores (brasileiros e do cast de LSDLN) e alguns jogadores de futebol, a maioria dos textos são +18.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @jaemskitty . ♡
a joy também não escreve faz um tempo, mas o blog dela tem textos com os neos (principalmente o dream) sendo a maior parte conteúdo adulto.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @lucuslavigne . ♡
saudades da nene :( o blog dela tem textos nsfw e sfw com uma variedade de pessoas (tem nct, stray kids, enhypen, aespa, riize, seventeen... além de alguns jogadores e atores).
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @ncdreaming . ♡
outra que eu sinto muita falta </3 a lala escreve com o nct e tem séries icônicas!!! os trabalhos envolvem fluff, angst e sugestivo as vezes.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @nominzn ♡
é o blog da livie (ou izzy) numa pegada mais sfw, tem um montão de textos com o nct.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @girlneosworld . ♡
a lulu escreve fluff, angst, terror e sugestivo com grupos como nct e riize.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @nagis-world . ♡
a nagi escreve para nct & seventeen, a maior parte dos textos envolvem fluff, smut e angst.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @tyongbrat . ♡
a tyongbrat tem textos com nct (127, dream e wayv) & blackpink, sendo, em sua maioria, conteúdo adulto.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @hyunjungjae . ♡
o blog da marie possui conteúdo majoritarimente +18 com grupos como nct, exo, astro, entre outros.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @skzoombie . ♡
a zoo tem um acervo de textos bem extenso com grupos como stray kids, exo, nct (127 & dream), entre outros.
✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @renjugyu . ♡
o blog da maria possui textos +18 (maioria) com nct & seventeen.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @tmuki . ♡
o blog da maitê (saudades da diva) possui textos com nct (dream & 127), riize e seventeen, esses sendo smut & fluff.
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒/ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @renjunplanet . ♡
a grande diva planetita tem textos com o nct dream de vários gêneros (smut, sugestivo, fluff, angst...)
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✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
── ★ ˙ ̟ @mitsuyart ᝰ .
o blog da nay tem textos com gêneros variados (fluff, angst, sugestivo e smut) conheci a diva faz pouco tempo e ela escreve com vários bgs, alguns sendo: ateez, nct, seventeen, p1h, riize, enhypen, stray kids...
✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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lovesuhng · 1 month ago
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w.c: 460 fluff, leitora um pouco insegura com o corpo
“Não vou fazer isso!”
Era a milésima vez que Jaemin implorava para você fazer uma trend do tiktok, porém continuava negando o pedido do seu namorado. 
Jaemin era o tipo de pessoa que amava compartilhar vídeos que iam desde receitas até gatinhos fofinhos. Ultimamente, ele andava viciado em ver e fazer trends, principalmente de casais, porque vocês acabavam se divertindo muito. A trend em questão era onde os namorados pegavam suas namoradas pela cintura e as “jogavam” no ombro, para mostrar o quão forte eles eram. 
“Mas, por que não meu amor?”
“Você sabe muito bem o porquê”.
Jaemin sabia que você tinha algumas inseguranças com seu corpo, mas era justamente por causa disso que ele queria fazer aquela trend, para te tratar como a princesa que você era aos olhos dele. Ele tomou as suas mãos entre as dele e te perguntou, olhando no fundo dos seus olhos:
 “Você confia em mim?” Apenas acenou com a cabeça, sem quebrar o olhar. “Então, não vejo motivos para você ter tanto medo de fazer isso.”
Bufou e apenas concordou em gravar esse vídeo com ele, que aparecia ter ganhado na loteria de tão feliz que ficou, te abraçando e enchendo seu rosto de beijinhos.
Depois de terem visto os vídeos algumas vezes, Jaemin posicionou o celular num tripé, já colocando para gravar e logo foi pra trás de você. Tentaram algumas vezes, mas você estava muito nervosa, então acabou não dando certo. Jaemin tentava te acalmar, falando que você estava indo bem. 
Antes de mais uma tentativa, Jaemin começou a fazer um carinho gostoso em sua cintura, além de depositar alguns beijinhos em seu ombro e indo até o seu pescoço. Realmente, estava funcionando, pois você estava ficando molinha nos braços dele, mais relaxada. Foi o momento perfeito para Jaemin te segurar com mais força pela cintura, te levantando até te colocar no ombro dele. Seu gritinho fino e risadas também tiraram algumas risadas do seu namorado que, para finalizar o vídeo, flexionou os bíceps só para mostrar o quão forte ele era, fazendo você rir mais uma vez.
Assim que ele te colocou no chão, te virou dando um selinho demorado, como forma de agradecimento por você ter topado gravar com ele.
“Até que foi divertido, né? Confesso que tava nervosa achando que você não ia conseguir me levantar por causa do meu…”
“Ei ei ei, nem complete essa frase!” Te deu mais um selinho demorado, que se transformou em um beijo doce. “Treino para ficar forte para sempre te ter nos meus braços.” Sentiu que o coração ia sair pela boca com aquela declaração do Jaemin. “E não se preocupe minha linda, nunca vou te deixar cair.”
Foi então que você percebeu que Jaemin não falava apenas da trend.
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