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pretentious-strikes · 3 years

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congrats on 300 omg that’s amazing!!! please could i have 🪴 (romantic)?

i’m a total extrovert and a massive history/english lit nerd!! i’m frequently found talking my friends ears off about whatever i’m learning about in history whether it be the political structure of weimar germany or britain’s membership of the eec. i’m very academic and terrified of missing deadlines!! and i have a very analytical brain, which applies itself to literally any form of media (i send my friends video messages or voice notes of me ranting about things i’ve analysed, atm it’s the amelie uk cast recording)!! i want to be a teacher when i grow up because i know the impact good teaching has had on me, so i want to take what i’ve learned from my teachers (especially my current history teacher) and help future students. i’m frequently described as the mum friend because i’m over prepared for any situation and i dress in a very grandma/librarian/art teacher manner. i love baking, crochet, reading and music (particular the beatles, taylor swift, and anything from the 60s/70s/80s) and i have been know to challenge people to random debates just for the fun of it!! i’m also a total sci fi nerd (despite not really looking like one) and i love films like star wars and back to the future!!

thank you so much!! and congrats again!! 🎉

thank you for the ask!!

my 300 follower celebration ;)

I ship you with Cameron!!

You two would totally meet at a debate

Cameron would be tense around you at first. Maybe even thinking of you as kind of a competition, trying to outsmart you at every chance he got

Eventually during a debate things got personal and heated - leading to an angry love confession

Cameron was in shock when you said you felt the same way

Like it took a few minutes of him just standing there gaping at you for him to fully process it

Cameron would love to listen to you talk about your interests; he could listen to you all day

Watching your eyes light up with passion as you go into depth on the topic you so carefully analyzed

He knows and understands how you feel about deadlines, which leads to many study sessions in his dorm

Cameron is your biggest supporter, he would do anything for you

So when you told him you wanted to become a teacher he was overjoyed

He knows that you're meant to be a teacher, with your compassion, empathy, and love for learning

You two spend as much time together as possible

You've spent multiple nights reading side by side, dancing or baking together, even sitting silently enjoying one another's company

Cameron begged you to teach him how to crochet, he thought it seemed so cool

Although he could never get the hang of crocheting, he's just as happy drawing while you crochet

Cameron will go watch any sci-fi movie you like- and sometimes he'll set one up, prepared for you when you get back home

He is such a romantic, although he'd never admit it

#i hope you like it!!#pretentious strikes' 300 follower celebration!!

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junifm · 3 years

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excuse me as i scream on main for a minute . [ and , scene ] hi everyone i’m kofi , 23 , prefer she / they pronouns , and i’m so happy to be here ! i chickened out of applying for this amazing group the first time around and uh .... def screamed when i got accepted 🥺 . i stanned a new girl group , thus sparking my luv for miss yoo jimin ( pls go stream aespa’s ‘ black mamba ’ 😌 ) . i will admit that juni is a newer muse of mine , so she’s got plenty of room for development ! that being said , i’m gonna try to keep this intro short and i can’t wait to write with everyone !

* ◜ yoo jimin , cis woman & she / her ◞ * according to school records , that’s jyu - ni ‘juni’ yang walking on campus grounds with their usual vanilla sweet cream cold brew from the ancient grounds cafe . they’re known for sleek black hair never out of place and are often spotted at the versailles garden reading their much ado about nothing . almost everyone knows their family is worth like twelve billion dollars , so we suspect they’re a member of a labyrinth , you know , the one for new money . do you know where they were the night that the scholarship student died ? they claim they were on their way to an off campus gala , must be a international relations thing , right . and hey , don’t you agree that the junior reminds you of a burning desire to leave you with a broken heart , the overwhelming pleasure that rakes through your body when she kisses your neck , & a melodious laugh in a most inappropriate setting ? you better watch out peitho before something dangerous happens to you and life ends at twenty one .

name : yang jyu - ni . nicknames : juni . date of birth : june 19th , 1999 . zodiac : gemini . birthplace : gangnam-gu , seoul , south korea . current location : ocean county , new jersey . language(s) spoken : korean , english , mandarin & proficiency in japanese . love language : receiving gifts , quality time & acts of service . orientation : bisexual & biromantic . father : hwan yang ( 43 ; real estate developer & investor ) . mother : dasom yang ( 41 ; beauty editor for vogue korea / skincare and makeup brand chief creative officer & chairperson ) . major / activities : international relations / student government & honor society .

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .

the yang family , comprised of father , mother , & daughter . a picturesque family worthy of a vogue cover ( & has been achieved ) , worthy of an oil painting hanging over a modern fireplace . her parents , both born into poverty , raised in cramped homes with too many family members & with ambitions that meant being the best of their peers . hwan finds solace in working odd construction jobs & manages to land a job with the right developer at the right time . dasom , hundreds of miles away , finds her calling in the brightly lit department stores , wishing for better solutions to the beauty that’s advertised . both have ambitions , ambitions that are soon fulfilled & they’re the pride & joy of their respective families .

after a chance meeting , a whirlwind romance & a modest wedding , they’re married . business is going well for the couple , building their respective brands without ever accepting any adversaries that come their way . dasom’s desire for people to feel beautiful expands as she becomes pregnant with their only child & despite the unplanned nature of the pregnancy , the couple are overjoyed . first comes love , then comes marriage , here comes dasom and hwan with a fendi baby carriage . with the zeroes adding on in their bank accounts , it’s a move to manhattan at thirteen years old when their daughter comes into her own .

with access to funds that seem never ending , as a naturally gifted student academically , socially & athletically , an affectionately nicknamed juni was the definition of an ace . never — not once , did her mother have to tell her to straighten her back . to be the most sought after woman in the room . to command respect . to quote mrs. yang , ‘ my jyu - ni will never be second best . ’ oh , how right she is . juni never encounters the word no , often casting longing gazes until someone fills her time , her glass , her bed with their presence . she floats on a cloud reserved for herself , silently demanding a spectator’s full attention as if a princess has come to town . have you heard of the curse ?

who is to be a yang without experiencing a lapse in perception ? to suddenly have a fall from grace that has you spiraling & afraid . love had never been in her vocabulary until her final year at her prestigious high school . it’s whirlwind , uttering those three little words before the fourth date & sharing strawberry milkshakes in the plaza hotel . three months in & like a scene straight out of your favorite horror film , melted butter pecan ice cream drips from her waffle cone & down her knuckles as she witnesses her love love another woman . ‘ my jyu - ni will never be second choice , ’ her mother echoes . then , she vows , to seduce & destroy . to never let herself be vulnerable ( let alone to a man ) ever again .

enter clemonte university , a place with like - minded students & the best place for mental stimulation after finding harvard to be exhausting . she develops an interest in the scarlet woman . to use her ‘ feminine wiles ’ to be wined , to be dined , to break & to leave wanting more . ‘ what do you see when you look at me ? ’ honeyed words drip from plush lips in the versailles garden , a warm but methodical simper spreading across features at the lies she’s told . ‘ is it me that you desire or the proposition ? ’ she takes & takes , leaving a trail of broken hearts , angered souls and empty wallets in her wake . the curse of the yang family has reared its ugly head again — do you dare to break it ?

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 .

best described as the independent woman , as the better version of a popular television teen who thrives on manipulation & elitism . gets what she wants with the point of a finger & the bat of a lash . has a strong interest in people . jealousy is a bitch , but they’re best friends . finds comfort in the swipe of another’s credit card & the freedom of freeing herself from their sheets before her spot in the bed has a chance to warm . would easily be cast in a clemonte production if her theatrics were reserved for the stage & if there were tears , she wishes for them to be diamonds .

easily burns bridges as if holding the match . don’t start a habit of telling her no & gets strangely horny for confrontation . will back you up in a fight even if you’re wrong , finds pleasure in seeing a face turn red & will never hide her disgust for anyone . is genuine in her speech & has facial expressions that speak before she opens her mouth . an ice cold demeanor that has been completely impenetrable for the ghosts of a lover’s past & plans to keep it that way .

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

will share link to the page soon !

#cruel.intro #i hate this binch IEWIQUIWQ

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introverthufflepuff · 6 years

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Baggage Boy (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 2

Hey Y'all. So no one asked me to write a part 2 but I did it anyways cause I’m bored. Enjoy :*

You nervously picked at your sleeve as you walked into Midtown School of Technology and Science. The halls were filled with unfamiliar faces, and you pushed down your growing anxiety. Your old school was a fraction of this one, and you knew you would get lost a lot. Especially because of your awful sense of direction.

You really didn’t know how you qualified for the school. You were smart, sure, but not as smart as a lot of the other kids there. You tried not to get lost in a hole of self-doubt as you tried to find your locker.

Successfully finding it, you put in the combination and shoved your lunch and books you didn’t need in the locker. When you shut your locker, you saw Peter walking towards you from the other direction. A smile spread across your face, and you gave him a small, timid wave. He did the same, catching up to you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He said as you two began to walk to your first class.

“Hey, Peter.” You said with a nervous voice.

“What’s your first class?” He asked, looking at the schedule in your hands.

“AP Biology with Mr. Weeks?” You said, looking at Peter to see if he had the same.

“Me too! We have four classes together and lunch.” Peter had the brightest smile you’d ever seen.

“Oh, good. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this day. I’m the worst at making new friends.” You said, nervously twiddling your thumbs.

“I find that hard to believe,” Peter said with a disbelieving look in his dark brown eyes.

“Believe it, Parker. I’m the most antisocial hermit there ever was.”

Peter laughed, bumping your shoulder with his. You found yourself relaxing with him, and thinking that maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad day. Not if Peter was there.

As you two walked into your class, everyone seemed to be staring at you. Becoming nervous again, you walked close to Peter, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone. When you were sat down towards the back of the room, you let out a long sigh.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” You whispered to Peter with panicked eyes.

“Maybe because you’re the prettiest girl in the school,” Peter said with genuine sincerity.

You merely scoffed, hiding your burning cheeks. You wouldn’t believe that for a second.

“That’s definitely not it.” You said, avoiding Peter’s eyes.

“It definitely is.” He said with his charming smile.

Rolling your eyes in disbelief, focusing on the teacher walking to the center of the room. The old man’s eyes met yours briefly, and he lit up.

“A new student!” He said in excitement.

You just smiled politely, wanting to crawl into a dark hole and stay there forever. You hated having all the attention on you, it was overwhelming.

“What’s your name?” He asked with a kind smile.

“Y/N L/N. I moved here from Michigan.” You said, not looking at anyone but the teacher.

“Michigan, huh? That’s pretty far. Well, welcome, Y/N. We’re all glad to have you.”

“Thanks.” You said in a small voice.

Peter nudged you with his elbow. You looked at him curiously.

“You’re definitely going to be his new favorite. After me, of course.” He said with his blinding smile.

You just rolled your eyes again. At least Peter was there to make you feel better. Otherwise, you’d be in your dark hole of self-deprecation and doubt. And that’s a bad place to be.

You made it to lunch with Peter and his friend Ned. Ned was very kind to you, and all three of you shared your love for Star Wars and all things geeky. However, you’d been hassled with questions from random people all day, asking where you came from, and if you had a boyfriend. You blushed when a boy in your French class asked you that.

But you could finally relax at lunch. Sitting next to a girl named MJ with Peter and Ned across from you, you could feel comfortable enough to talk again.

“Why’d you pick these losers to be your friends?” MJ asked with pure curiosity.

“Why’d you pick them to be your friends?” You countered with a sweet smile.

MJ just grinned, and the two of you seemed to have some unspoken bond. You knew she would be a good friend.

“I like you.” She said with a devious smile.

You just gave her a victorious face, feeling utterly satisfied with your progress on making new friends. Peter observed the interaction, overjoyed how everyone seemed to love you. You met his eyes, both of your heart’s speeding up. Your e/c eyes were shining, your silky hair framing your face in the most beautiful way. Peter was totally in love with you. And you couldn’t be more oblivious.

Your lunch was interrupted by someone sitting next to you. It was a pretty girl with dark brown hair and a kind face. She smiled at you and greeted the others.

“Hi, I’m Liz. I’m friends with Peter, Ned, and MJ.” Liz held out her hand for you to shake.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You shook it gently.

“I know, silly. You’re like the most popular girl here.” Liz said with a ‘duh’ face.

“Uh... what?” You asked with wide eyes.

“We don’t have new kids here very often. Actually, we never have new kids. So, you’ll be the talk of the school for the whole year, most likely.” Liz said like it was the most obvious thing ever.

You started to panic slightly. You were the most popular girl here? You couldn’t handle that kind of pressure.

“Relax, it’s a good thing! Especially cause you’re so pretty, and if you made it into all AP classes, then you must be really smart.”

“I g-guess.” You gulped, looking down.

“Hey! You should join the academic decathlon team! I’m the captain, and these three are on the team, too.” Liz suggested excitedly.

“Yeah! Then you’ll get to go on the trip to D.C. with us in a couple of weeks!” Ned smiled.

“Alright. I don’t want to let the team down, though.” You said, unsure if you were smart enough.

“Oh come on, Y/N. You completely flew through everything in Bio and Calculus. You’d be the smartest one on the team.” Peter said with his puppy-dog eyes.

And then you couldn’t say no. You couldn’t say no to Peter. So, you reluctantly turned back to Liz.

“Okay, I’ll join.”

“Yes! We are so going to win this year!” She jumped up from the table, running to tell everyone the good news.

You took a shaky breath and turned back to the table. Peter and Ned smiled innocently, and MJ ignored you guys. You ran a hand through your hair, trying not to think about anything. It would be fine. If your friends were with you, you would be fine.

The school day finally ended, and Peter insisted on walking you home. And, of course, you couldn’t say no to him. He was too adorable to deny anything. So now the two of you were discussing all the homework you already had.

“I can’t believe you’re in all AP classes. Besides gym, of course.” Peter said, and you merely shrugged.

“I’m used to the workload. I took all AP classes at my old school, too. It’s just easy for me, I guess. But you’re a genius in science, and that’s my worst subject.” You pointed out to him.

“I guess. But you totally beat me in World and. English.” He smiled at you.

You shrugged again, hating the attention being on you.

“How’d you enjoy having all the boys fawn over you today?” Peter asked with a knowing smile.

“It was awful!” You wailed in misery. “I just want someone else to transfer to the school so people will stop looking at me.”

“That’s hard to do when you look like that.” Peter smiled, gesturing to your doll-like face.

You blushed again, looking away. It was right then that you arrived at your apartment. Walking up the first step to your front door, you looked back at Peter.

“Bye, Peter.” You smiled gently.

“Bye, Y/N.” He said with glazed eyes.

You walked into your apartment complex with burning cheeks. Riding the elevator up to your floor, you couldn’t stop thinking about Peter. God, he was like an addiction. You couldn’t get him out of your head. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Walking into your apartment, you looked for your mom to no avail. She must’ve taken a late shift. Walking to your room, you took off your jacket and flopped on your bed. Not realizing how tired you were, you started drifting to sleep, not realizing that you had left the front door unlocked.

Hey, guys so I hope you liked this chapter! I’m addicted to Peter Parker fanfiction, so I LOVE writing it. Haha, anyways I hope you all have a good day!

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #marvel #tom holland #spider man: homecoming #spiderman

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safestplace · 6 years

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mediocrity is something i’ve been trying so hard lately to avoid

“do you think it’s possible?”

“do i think what’s possible?”

“to feel attached to two people. to…. love two people at once. like that. but not the same way at all. but with the same intensity. to look across the room and feel at ease just finding either one of them. knowing that you have a home in either heart, both hearts at the same time. and they have one with you. and with each other.”

“are we speaking in hypotheticals?”

“i don’t know. i don’t know if i want to be.”

it started with the u-haul being stuck in over an hour’s worth of traffic through into and throughout downtown portland and blaine anderson nearly dancing across his loft’s restored hardwood floors on the tips of his toes. he nearly skidded (and fell, hard) on his socks not once, not twice, but three times.

he was excited, overjoyed, bursting at the freaking seams, because everything was coming together, everything was finally happening. sam — his sam — was going to be here. with him! living together!

no more of this seattle to portland/portland to seattle commute! those days were gone, long gone. and now, they were going to be in one place, and they were going to be… together. just like that.

but the u-haul was late. the only updates he had were sam’s facetime calls, that were all brief, fuzzy groans of his face behind the wheel, an “oh my god, dude, i’m going to die in this van,” before he hung up so he could focus on the road instead of on blaine’s face staring back at him.

these were all technical difficulties and nothing more. just a mere bump in the road to lead them to their ultimate, eventual happy ending.

(living together, duh.)

the two of them had met over tinder — of all places — when sam had been in town for a comic convention at which he was a panelist and blaine was, well…

he was dressed up as ash ketchum. he was cosplaying. it’s not important.

they hit it off in that way that most of blaine’s closest friends would claim he did far too often as it was, that head-over-heels sort of thing. he was thinking about sam throughout the entirety of the next day, until he just had to text him with the number sam had left him the night before. he’d had no intention of actually, like, using it, but he felt compelled to do so.

he’d asked him if he was still in town, and it turned out that he was. it actually turned out that sam was in portland, like, a lot. he had gone to college there, he had a lot of friends there, and blaine was one lucky fella, that much was for certain.

eventually, the slow burn (ha, sure, let’s call it that - as if either of them are truly capable of such a thing!) of their friendship turned into something bigger, something with a little more depth. they weren’t going a morning, afternoon, or night without talking to each other. if sam wasn’t in portland one weekend, blaine was taking the train into seattle.

they were always around each other. their instagrams were becoming scrapbooks of each and every time they had kissed or held hands or laughed at anything the other had said or done.

“i don’t really, like, need to be here for my job, you know…” sam had mentioned over the phone one night, voice trailing off near the end — an ellipse he was waiting for blaine to add onto.

“…you don’t?”

“i mean, you need to be in portland ‘cause it’s where your school is and i don’t want you to have to like leave your students and everything behind but, like. i know a lot of people in portland. there’s a really good scene there. i can write and draw anywhere, and anywhere that’s closer to you sounds a lot better to me than anywhere…. farther from you.”

he was melting, falling back onto his couch with a plop and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. “i already have a fourth of my closet reserved for you. it has your name on it and everything.”

“a whole fourth?”

“a quarter! twenty-five whole scents just for you!”

it was a steady rhythm of the two of them, living and existing on one plane — the same plane — together. they knew each other’s routines before they’d even realized it. sam knew how blaine liked his coffee in the morning, and blaine knew the best waffle iron to use on the mornings when sam was gonna need a little extra push to get him going.

they got a dog, blaine filled their loft with little succulents and bright accented pillows and rugs. they had movie night every night and were never not stumbling into each other in all the best ways. every shower was taken together, their friends thought they were nauseating, they were finally that couple that everyone hated just because they weren’t them.

and blaine knew in that moment that it wasn’t going to get better than that. after all, how did you get better when you were in love with your best friend?

it continued with a u-haul and a black suv with darkened windows.

“who’s the celebrity?” sam spoke through a mouthful of lucky charms, peering out the large glass window before blaine was nudging him backwards.

“it’s not nice to stare.”

“look at that fuckin’ car. they want you to stare. it’s a porsche.”

the moving truck was being unloaded, but nobody was coming out of the car. sam was grumbling about how whoever was in the car was definitely doing it on purpose to build suspense when his phone went off and he was stepping back to answer it — it was his agent, he had a netflix deal for his first ever comic series that he’d written that was so, so close to being green-lit, and he’d been a nervous wreck for days.

blaine kept his eyes on the mysterious suv, but just as the door opened, sam was grabbing him from around the waist and spinning him around.

“WE DID IT, LITTLE ROBIN. WE GOT THE SHOW.”

and nothing mattered more in that moment — or any moment — than sam evans, superstar.

blaine was coming in on an autumn afternoon, his and sam’s old english bulldog (who wasn’t so much of a puppy anymore as a lumbering… larger puppy), drax, wheezing from beside him. he crouched down just as he got through the large glass doors of their building, adjusting his collar and unclipping his leash. he tucked his finger’s under drax’s chubby chin. “i’m counting on you to not run away from me, sir,” he lightly ordered him, before teasingly adding on, “but i know i could outrun you if it really came down to it.”

he scratched behind his ears, letting drax breathe for a few moments as he stood up, retreating to the mailboxes lining the wall and getting to his and sam’s — 8a — and opening the door to grab his mail the key for the parcel locker underneath. he’d been half asleep and shopping on amazon a night or so ago, which was always a terrible idea, and he knew he was about to reap what he sowed in the form of some costume that most likely would not fit drax.

as he was standing, amazon prime box in hand, he heard a voice from behind him, dryly commenting, “not exactly the tongue i was planning on getting this afternoon.”

he whipped around, seeing a tall figure wearily standing in front of drax, hand a little too close to the bulldog’s snout, and drax was, well. friendly. very friendly.

“he just wants to say hi!” blaine chirped, crouching down to clip his leash back onto his collar for the trek to the elevator, just in case drax got it in his mind to wander off.

“…hi.” a beat. “and… hi.”

he had a feeling the second hi wasn’t directed to his dog, and that was when blaine finally made eye contact.

lithe, chiseled jaw, sandy hair and eyes that looked like the pebbles blaine had collected from when his parents used to take him on summer vacation to british columbia. something about this guy gave off the message that he was important — or at least felt that he was — and that you should want to know who he is if you don’t already.

and just like that, blaine kind of wanted to know.

“hi,” was what he gave him back. “i’m… blaine. and this is drax.”

“drax?”

“the destroyer.”

“…okay.”

was he blushing?

sam would be home soon.

he needed to leave, and he needed to leave immediately.

“do you have a name?”

“i do, believe it or not.”

a long, drawn out pause, and his gaze didn’t waver from blaine’s. he swore he could feel it from the top of his shoulders to the balls of his feet, and he hadn’t felt like that since the first time sam had seen him…. like that.

“can i have it?”

god. did the guy wink at him? he could swear he did. his mouth twisted into a smirk. blaine wanted drax to live up to his name and eat him whole so he could be out of this conversation and this lobby once and for all.

“more fun to make you wait, killer.”

the front door opened, and he heard sam’s voice — the one voice he’d know anywhere, in a room filled with as little or as few people as it could possibly hold.

“sebastian?”

blaine’s stomach dropped, looking ahead at the guy in front of him, whose cheeks were paling, whose jaw was hardening into a firm ridge.

“lips?”

#blaine x sebastian x sam #~

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