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rebelrayne · 2 years

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James One Shot

Title: The Other Side - AO3 or under the cut

Rating: T - Teen

Pairing: James x OC

@mrsbsmooth I expect my payment to arrive in 3-5 business days (joking - mostly because I couldn't make it smutty for the life of me...)

James groaned at his keyboard. How could his agent expect him to write a love story with more romance? Uh, not that he’d openly like to admit that it was something he lacked in real life… Romance, that is. He’d had a few girlfriends but they never went anywhere. James would lie to you though, he would tell you it was because he was too inexperienced and shy. He was just much too self-conscious to put himself out there like other guys, like his best mate, Bruno. But no, this wasn’t the case. He knew it was because of Estee.

Who was Estee? Oh my God, who was Estee? You couldn’t ask James a question like that, not unless you wanted to see his eyes light up as he gushed over how amazing his best friend was. Estee was something. No, no, wait. Estee was everything. She was beautiful, she was brave. She was so smart. Her coffee and cream colored eyes hung the moon and the stars. The way she demanded attention with just a smirk in a crowded room? Or what about the way she giggled even when things were barely funny?

That was all beside the point. He was meant to be writing a novel, he was meant to be accepting his fate as being ‘friendzoned’. He would never be anything more than the best friend, the guy who inevitably watched these terrible boyfriends come and go like a revolving door. First there was the landscaper, Hazeem. His jokes were so terrible that James could still see the wrinkles he’d caused on his own face by forcing a smile. The guy was bland, he was boring. James could still hear the suppressed groans in his mind lingering around, and that was two fucking years ago.

Then of course, we could never forget the barber. Oh, man… The barber. Did Kobi have a backbone? No. No, he did not. He would laugh about something, or he would talk to James about football for hours. He’d clasp James’s shoulder like they’d been best mates forever then his eyes would spot a pretty girl in the crowd and stare for too long. He was fine, it was fine, but needless to say, James wasn’t upset when he was kicked to the curb.

Who else? Oh! The “professional” volleyball player, of course. Dylan the Villain, as James had dubbed him (at least internally). Thank heavens that guy was only around for a hot minute, even if that minute was still 60 seconds too long. He wore his shirts too tight, and his brain was most certainly two sizes too small to match it.

Oh, but now? Now, he has the privilege to deal with the narcissistic French model. ‘Oui, I’m Youcef, bonjour. I’m a model.’ The guy was a damn intern for a fashion magazine. You walk in one runway show because they need a filler at the last minute and suddenly, you’re a professional fashion model. “Le loser,” James muttered under his breath.

He still hadn’t written another word in his document. He was wasting time, he knew he was avoiding the task. He placed both hands on the edge of his desk and pushed himself away softly. He sighed, leaning his head back on the back of the chair for a moment before picking himself up and rising to his feet. He stretched his arm out to shimmy his long sleeve up and checked his watch. Dammit, he had to be at work in thirty minutes. And he got nothing written for his book. Again. “Why am I like this?” he asked himself out loud.

He shuffled over to the front door and snatched his keys off the side table. The very side table Estee promised him he’d use all the time. He never did, but she looked really happy when she picked it out for him so he bought it. He really was in deep. Not that he’d ever admit it to her but… in the safety of his own mind, he knew. He knew he had it bad.

He wrapped an apron loosely around his waist behind the bar. He’d told himself this was temporary a thousand times over but here he was… Five years later and the best damn veteran bartender there was at Hattrick’s. It wasn’t something he was particularly proud of… Especially at parties. He hated parties. Not that he didn’t want to be social, or anything, but um… Well, he didn’t want to be social but he also really hated being in charge of making everyone’s drinks, too. It was just work without the tips. Wouldn’t that be called free labor?

“Hey James!” Cora yelled over the music as she leaned herself over the bar. “Didn’t know you were working tonight. How’s Estee doing?” Oh how his friends loved to ask him. It almost felt like they were teasing but the pitying look on Cora’s face… Well, that almost made it worse.

James grabbed a white bar mop from the shelf closest to the floor and whipped it over his shoulder as he stood up straight again. “Uh, good, I guess,” he said with an unsure shrug. “Same as always.”

Cora’s eyes widened, almost in horror. “Oh my gosh,” she said, “you didn’t know?”

“Huh?” He pulled out a glass and placed it on the counter. “What didn’t I know?” He grabbed the soda gun and started to fill the glass with water.

“Hello?” Cora leaned back and placed one hand on her hip in a sassy motion. “Estee and Youcef? They broke up yesterday? Geez, I thought you two were best friends.”

“What?!” He hadn’t even noticed he moved his arm… Which caused him to clumsily spray water all over the surface of the bar. “Dammit.”

Cora shook her head. “You know she’s going to come here, right?”

James knew it all too well. She did this thing, this thing where she would date assholes then cry on his shoulder about it. No, no. He couldn’t think that way. He needed to be supportive, right? That’s what best friends do, right? God, why was he so pathetic… “Yeah, I guess I do…” He grabbed a few more bar mops and started tossing them onto the bar. “It’s a shame I’ve got Find My Friends on for her,” he said. “She’s definitely coming for a few free shots.”

“Maybe you should take your shot,” Cora answered sternly. She was right, he knew she was but he couldn’t do that. No, she liked this guy. She was entranced by this man… He wouldn’t hit her with his feelings now, not like this.

“It’s not the right time I don’t think…”

“Then when will it be the right time? Come on! Live a little. Tell her how you feel!”

“I just think–”

“Who is James telling how he feels?” Both Cora and James snapped their neck to find Estee placing her purse on the bar and sliding onto a barstool.

“Nothing!” James exclaimed. “I mean, no one! No one, there’s no one.”

“Smooth,” Cora muttered. “Uh, well, I better get ready for my set. I’ll catch you two later.”

Great, now she’s going to keep asking me about it. Thanks a lot, Cora. James grabbed the now-soaked mops from the bar and threw them into a hamper. He grinned, but he knew it looked forced. Oh, she was not going to let up on him. Not at all. “So,” he said, “What can I get you?”

Estee sighed loudly as she placed her elbows on the bar. “Patron,” she answered, “double shots. Four of them.”

Oh boy. “Uh, that bad, huh?” He grabbed three double shot glasses and spun on his heels to grab the bottle from the top shelf. “So what happened with Youcef then?”

“First of all, how do you know something happened?” Estee sat up straight and rolled her eyes. Why did she have to look so perfect? Even when she was frustrated with James, she looked flawless. “Second of all, I asked for four. Having trouble with basic counting there, Barker?” Even when she was sassing him, she was downright exemplary.

James poured the tequila into the glasses carefully, ensuring he gave her every bit plus a bit more in each of the glasses. “If I remember correctly,” he said, “it was you cheating off my math exams and I was mediocre at best in that subject.” Yes, he’d been in love with her since they were 16-years-old. No, he’d never had the damn courage to tell her. Not even once. Or, no, actually he did have it one time when they were drunk one night but she passed out while he was talking… Even though he was the only one there that remembered it, it was still quite embarrassing. “And I see you’re avoiding the question…”

He pushed the three shots her way. He reached under the bar and flipped the lid on the fruit tray. “Normally, I would charge for the bartender therapy session,” he laughed, “but for you, I’ll discount it.” He placed three limes on a plate for her then handed her a salt shaker.

“Won’t be needing those,” Estee answered as she pushed the plate away. She grabbed one of the shots and threw it back quickly. James hadn’t even stopped to look at her yet. Why hadn’t he stopped and looked at her yet?! She wore her hair in long beach waves, her signature look. But tonight, she did her makeup differently. It almost looked… It looked like she went for an understated look. He found it odd, she always did herself up. Maybe the breakup was bad… “It’s one of those nights, I guess.”

“Ah,” he mumbled. “Want to talk about it?”

“No.” She took another shot then cleared her throat. God, she looked beautiful even when she was making that face every time she took a shot. “Yes.” She wrapped her fingers delicately around the last glass, but she just kept her eyes fixated on it. “Broke up with Youcef.” She looked over at James. “Yeah, yeah, I know, he was a jerk. Go on then.”

“I don’t think I need to rub it in,” James said. He grabbed one of the empty glasses and poured another. “This is the last one you’re getting, by the way. I know how you get when you drink tequila.”

“Thanks for looking out for me, dad,” Estee answered with a hint of sarcasm. She removed her elbows from the bar and reeled them back into her. She was even wearing something that didn’t quite look like her; Estee was a pretty fashion-forward type. She loved anything glittery but tonight? Tonight, she wore a simple black dress with spaghetti straps. “Don’t think I forgot about the conversation you and Cora were having.” She looked down at the bar, seemingly staring at the two shots filled with liquid gold. “What’s her name?”

She seemed… Sad? Why would she be sad? James tilted his head and scrunched his nose. No, it couldn’t be because of him. She was so clearly upset that yet another relationship hadn’t worked out. James knew she was excited about this one. Youcef was just so ‘worldly’ according to Estee. “Oh, um…” he trailed off. He had to think of something, anything to get her off his back. “Uh, no one. Cora was just teasing me.”

Estee nodded solemnly. James had never seen her so docile before. All this over some French guy? No, something else had to be up. This wasn’t like her. “Oh, I see.” She met his eyes, the smallest and most heartbreaking looking smile on her face. “When are you done here?”

He grabbed one of the glasses from under the bar, which was still wet, then started to dry it off with his bar mop. “Um,” he paused and looked back at the clock on the wall then back at her, “it’s a slow night so I can probably get away with leaving after Cora’s band is done playing… I mean, if you need me to…” He placed the glass down. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh! Yeah,” she nodded her head like a bobble head. “Yeah, everything’s great! Peachy even. Uh, what are you doing tomorrow then?”

She’s acting weird… Maybe this breakup was worse than the others? “Hanging out with you?” He said it like a question, almost like he was asking permission in a way. Why am I like this?

But her golden eyes sparkled at the response. God, what he wouldn’t do to see that smile. He’d go to the ends of the world if she asked him to, all she had to do was mutter the question. No, that wasn’t completely true. She just had to start the question, he’d jump up and do it before she even finished the sentence. Yes, he was in that deep, he was all in that much.

“Yeah! You could come to my place,” she said.

“Your place?” He frowned. “No, your neighbor hates me.”

“She does not hate you.” Estee laughed, that gorgeous laugh. He felt himself falling further as she carried on with that laugh. “Angie’s just rough around the edges and to be fair, you did wake her up pretty late…”

James groaned. “I tripped and hit the shared wall by accident! It’s not like I meant to do it!”

“Yeah, but it was like two o’clock in the morning, James.”

“Uh, I guess you’re right…” He threw the bar mop over his shoulder again and placed the glass under the bar. “Tomorrow at um, what time?”

Estee pushed her two shot glasses forward, the two James should have damn well known she wasn’t going to finish. “Maybe like eleven? In the morning, I mean,” she said, “I know you like to write in the evening and it’s when you do the best work. Plus, I mean, um, I’d like to talk with you about some things.”

“You’re making me nervous,” he said as he grabbed the two empty glasses and placed them onto a tray to be cleaned. “Did I do something wrong or–”

“No! The opposite actually,” she said but her eyes widened, “uh, no not like, opposite but… Wow, I’m talking in circles. Must be the tequila, huh?” She giggled nervously, but he knew she was trying to pass it off. She had this habit, this habit trying to make herself seem calm but she ended up in a fit of awkward giggles. Normally he would find it adorable, his palms would sweat and his heart would race but in a good way… Not tonight though. Tonight his heart sank hearing that nervous giggle. Oh God, what could have possibly happened? What could he have possibly done? Did he forget her dog’s birthday? No, no. That’s next week. You’re fine, it’s fine. Calm down.

“It doesn’t sound like something that can wait,” he said. “Let me talk to the other bartender and I’ll meet you at your place. Are you alright to walk there by yourself? You could aways–”

“That’s sweet, James but you know my place is only one block over. I mean, um, if you don’t mind coming now…” She stood up from her seat and smirked. But… This smirk… He’d never seen her give him that smirk. He gulped. There was no way. “I could use the company.” She flipped her hair as she turned on her heels. She glanced over her shoulder, giving him a sweet wave as she headed off. Of course, she left without paying but she knew she didn’t need to. Oh, she had to know with him behind the bar, she would never need to. But he couldn’t help but wonder… What was that about?

James had somehow talked his boss into letting him go early. The man wasn’t happy about it, he cursed under his breath and complained the whole time while James tried to explain that he needed to help out his friend. The compromise, of course, was that James would be working all weekend as compared to his Friday and Saturday only schedule. James didn’t have the desire to push back on it. Sure, he could have stood and argued about it but what good would it have done? It would have only caused him to stay at the bar later and he didn’t have time for that. He was too busy overthinking, too overcome with the thoughts of what Estee could possibly want to speak to him about.

It couldn’t actually be what I hope it could be, could it? Wow, did that even make sense? He shoved his hands into his jacket pocket as he rounded the corner on the street. Estee swore that she didn’t pick this place because it was close to James’s work, but she always seemed to stop by when he was working. He would actually be able to count on one hand the number of times she didn’t wander into the hole-in-the-wall establishment, it would be easier than counting how many times she did come in to visit him. I’m thinking in circles now.

He took a deep breath as he lifted his hand and knocked on the door. Being Thursday night, it was quiet out on the street. He glanced around but saw no one else around. He put his hand back into his pocket, shrugging his shoulders as if it would help him warm up.

The door flung open and Estee was smiling ear to ear. What the– Did she change her clothes? She had. She had definitely changed but… into something less comfortable? She was now wearing a lacy red tank top with tiny jean shorts. James felt his jaw drop, he knew he was staring… But he couldn’t quite figure out if it looked like he was entranced or if it looked like he was confused.

“Hey! Come on!” She grabbed his arm, which caused him to pull his hand from his pocket as he followed her inside. She practically led him to the couch, finding that there were already two glasses of ice water on the table. What is going on? “Sit. I need to… We need to talk.”

“Those words are usually not good when strung together in a sentence like that,” James answered. He sat down next to her on the couch, his knee bounced uncontrollably and he fiddled with his fingers. “Um, what’s up?”

She sighed then shifted her eyes, seemingly glancing at something right behind him rather than keeping her eyes on his. “I just… I just can’t be friends with you anymore, James.”

Wait… Wait… No, what? “I don’t… I don’t understand. Is this because of Youcef? I mean, I get it, I guess… If that’s what you want…”

“No, it’s not because of Youcef,” she said. Her brows were furrowed, her lips parted but would open and close the gap as if she was searching for the right words. “I just… I need to get over this, I think.”

Get over… this? “What do you need to get over?” James tilted his head but then it finally clicked. It couldn’t be happening, could it? No way. Him? James? Estee was perfect, she was exciting and she was interesting. God, why couldn’t he think straight? “Are you saying…” he paused, because he wasn’t exactly sure if he was correct, “are you saying you like me? I mean, like… like me?”

She met his eyes but her cheeks were flushed bright red. “This is awkward,” she answered. “But it’s… it’s more than that, James…” She looked down at her lap, chunks of her golden brown hair falling to hide her face.

Was it really happening? He had to have been dreaming. He wasn’t big, rugged and buff like Hazeem. He couldn’t be cool and collected like Kobi. He’d never be as handsome as Dylan. There’s no way he could ever be charming or suave like Youcef… He was just… him? “Estee,” he whispered. He watched her twitch her head, almost looking a bit frantic, like she was contemplating on the reason why she chose to even speak up. It was now or never, he told himself. If he wanted her, he had to do something. Now.

He grabbed her face with both hands and lifted her head. Her eyes looked glossed over, they looked regretful. Oh God, did she regret saying something? Did she want to press rewind and pretend like this hadn’t happened? He couldn’t let that happen, he couldn’t let her think that. “Estee, I–” He had to be brave. Say it, just say it so she knows. “I’m in love with you.”

Her eyes grew wider, her lips gapped. There wasn’t really much else to say… He felt the magnetic pull as they leaned closer to one another. His heart flipped and leaped with each inching movement. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God. He was a nervous wreck. The second their lips met, the moment they crossed the line… Nothing could ever be the same.

And that… That made him move quicker. He felt his hands trembling but he never wavered, he didn’t move them from her face. He’d imagined what it would be like to kiss her so many times but nothing he conjured up in his mind could have ever measured up to this. How was she so perfect? Why did her face fit so perfectly in his hands? Why was it so effortlessly easy to fall into rhythm with her at that moment?

She threw her arms around his neck. “I’m in love with you.”

He rested his forehead on hers, breathless and dumbstruck. She could have anyone, anyone in the entire fucking world. And she was choosing to have him? He couldn’t believe his luck. She was staring back with that infamous, flawless signature smirk of hers and this time… This time she was looking at him. Not a buff gardener, not a barber. She wasn’t throwing a glance the way of a handsome French model. She was looking at him. Maybe he’d be able to finish writing that book after all. With her by his side, he could do anything. He was sure of it.

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gluttonygirls · 1 year

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Still in love with the...

“Girl that likes you, finds a magazine/photo on your phone that shows you like bigger girls, so gains a ton of weight so you’ll ask her out instead of just friendzoning her.”

...Thing.

#ic #Alice

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twistednuns · 8 months

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August 2023

Manu helped me with the fridge disaster - I actually had to ask for assistance with the lifting because I wasn't strong enough to do it on my own. I'm still learning this lesson... He and Do endured my quick temper and bitchiness due to acute overwhelm during that week. Grateful.

Sushi with grilled salmon and avocado, pre-cut fresh fruit.

Learning about anisocoria. I always thought I was weird for having different pupil sizes.

Finding a flyer for a Kundalini yoga studio nearby. Fantastic recipes in Schrot und Korn magazine.

My first shower at home. Spa-feeling: a fluffy bathrobe, expensive hair care products, a hair dryer...

Becoming a patron for Fran Meneses, one of my favourite illustrators. I love her little photo updates, podcasts and videos.

How easy it is to share dishes with the Friendzone - I love our little dinner collaborations (we met at Schuhbauers in Freising).

Having access to all my clothes, make-up and jewellery again!

Driving to the thermal bath in Bad Aibling with Do. Hanging out in the relaxation dome where they play music underwater. Doris kissed me! Interesting. I really hope starting this again won't hurt her. Afterwards we had dinner at an Italian restaurant. Highlight: pickled onions with balsamic vinegar.

I got to drive Do's car a few times and actually got a rental car to run a few errands. I enjoy driving so much! I might actually be time to get my own car again.

Slowly bringing the apartment back to life. So much to do but I secretly loved it.

Being offered a garden plot while chatting to a lady in the plant department of the local hardware store. Sadly it's too far away for me.

I'm really proud of my balcony makeover. It took me a whole day but it's absolutely lovely out there now. The only thing still missing is a parasol. It was such a good idea to bring my old chair from my grandma's house and get a carpet. Very cosy.

A walk along the river in Thalkirchen with Chris. Getting Cornetto Bottermelk from the kiosk.

Cycling to Alnatura to save a bag of baked goods. Getting my favourite tofu. Meeting Manu at Woolworth, then buying him an ice-cream in his lunch break.

A great conversation with Michael about meditation, enlightenment, philosophy (and excrements to be completely honest). I love that I seem to attract people like that now.

Trolli's giant cheeseburger gummy candy.

Being almost done with my apartment. Starting to decorate and dealing with my mum's crystals.

Watching a thunderstorm on my balcony.

Making a big batch of Bhindi Masala.

Starting to dream again, waking up at 7:30am every day.

Organising my recipe book.

I finally started to watch She-Ra and the Princesses of Power and I love it. It's sparkly, swirly, queer, magical.

Picking wild strawberries on the balcony.

Meeting Becky at our usual spot, the Italian restaurant terrace around the corner. It's just always good to see her, we really seem to get each other. I told her how difficult it is for me to be back and how it feels like I'm simply forgetting what I've learned, falling back into old patterns and ways of thinking immediately. She completely understood. Reassuring. We want to go to the theatre together soon, join an improv and dance class and declutter our wardrobes together and sell everything at the fleamarket.

An inspired morning. Tea and journalling outside. Facial massage. Reciting the five mindfulness trainings (and regretting not going to Bordeaux to volunteer at the Educator's retreat a little). Being super motivated to act like the person I want to be. Fake it till I make it.

Cycling to Maria Einsiedel with Manu. He bought me cherry Capri Sun and gummy candy, brought buttered pretzels. We played a card game, met Chris in the water and a former student at the gas station. Just playing/fighting/piggy back rides in the water were so much fun. Afterwards we made my favourite pasta dish at his place and watched a Bibi Blocksberg movie.

A cold morning after a big thunderstorm. Inspecting the damage on the balcony, hanging everything up to dry. Making a big cup of matcha. Making dinner plans for Japanese tapas. Adopting a passion fruit tree in Spain via CrowdFarming!

Seeing how quickly my nasturtium is sprouting and growing. It only took a few days of sunshine to see the first tiny leaves - usually it can take up to three weeks to see growth.

A balcony session with Becky. Going to the supermarket together (and I didn't buy a single thing even though I was tempted, I'm super proud of myself). Simply hanging out like we used to do with our school friends as kids.

The fantastic smell of Jen+Len ginger rosemary soap. It makes me happy every time I wash my hands.

Elaborate (ayurvedic) skin care rituals in the morning. Cleaning my nose with salt water, scraping my tongue. Facial yoga and gua sha.

Riding my bike to Westend. Realizing that it's not even that far to go downtown and that I should do it more often.

All you can eat Japanese tapas with Lena and Christian. Talking about our personalities and habits. Making plans for future collaborations. I could probably invest in his business and create my own job there. Make art, teach... I'm actually considering it.

Being genuinely surprised by the first spot of rainbow light after hanging up two crystals at the trellis.

My first Isar boat ride ever! And, as luck would have it, I went with Fabi whom I hadn't seen in over two years. Frank cancelled last minute. We got snacks at the supermarket and carried everything to the river. So far so good. Ate a whole box of strawberries and some fine mountain cheese. White chocolate and lemon Mozart balls. But then the adventure really started. We got stuck in a bunch of trees. Of course we discovered a hole in the boat when we got out of the water to reach the next part of the river. But people were so friendly and helpful, they gave us their repair kit and got tape for us from the car, helped us out with an extra pump. After we turned turtle and lost half our stuff, some guys down the stream fished out a good part of it so we had almost everything back! An incredible day. In the end we found a spot near the road to get out, saw a huge dead beaver, carried everything uphill and rented a car to carry it home. I needed some comfort and ease. Wearing warm clothes and stopping at McDonald's was such a treat. We even made it back to the river at night to stop by the Burner event. And it was lovely how at ease I felt with Fabi! Perhaps we actually used to be better friends than I thought.

Appreciation for my body. I wonder what I did to be in quite decent shape at the moment. I love cycling everywhere. Stretching. Even hard things like walking uphill for a long time aren't that bad anymore but it's probably mainly my mental attitude. I see it as a challenge, a journey rather than something impossible and unpleasant.

Feeling a lot of awe and gratitude for Pachamama eating breakfast in my balcony nook. Juicy mangos, tart cacao nibs... It's so amazing what nature provides. Lighting a candle, giving thanks.

Autogrill (I'm so obsessed I even invented a little song for whenever I see one of them) cappuccinos and PocketCoffee summer edition (a tiny cup of espresso with a straw - how lovely and childish, it reminds me of Capri Sun).

Driving down to Italy. The best snacks. Do planning everything. Staying at a vineyard. The sunset. SUPing with a beautiful vista if the mountains at Lago di Garda.

An osteria in the countryside with cheap prices and great pizza. Ravenously eating my salad first.

Shopping at the Italian supermarket. Pistachio and truffle heaven. Amarena cherries. Aromatic peaches.

The hot Tuscan air. Dry landscape. A mountain valley. Cypresses and empty houses in the countryside.

Hanging out by the pool for hours. Playing with Rexi, my old floating toy alligator (and killing him by jumping into the water on his back). Playing rummikub, choosing from five different kinds of ice-cream sandwiches/popsicles.

A shooting star over the pool!

Waking up on a cool morning. Sleeping in. Creative dreams. Feeling good. Less pain in my hip (presumably).

A day at a white sandy beach near Vada. My golden skin and nail polish against the Caribbean turquoise water. Taking photos with a disposable underwater camera. Sitting on each other's backs in the water. Focaccia and ice cream.

Sagra Porcini in Arcille. Delicious Tagliatelle with mushrooms and Tortelli with sage butter. Watching the sun vanish behind a hill, the big bright half moon right behind us. Night swimming in the pool. Watching two episodes of Pumuckl. Repair.

We both said "Ein Sumpf!" at the same time and interlocked our pinkies. I wished for our connection, love, friendship to survive this challenge.

The amazing view over the valley from the crystal clear pool at my last stop. Water acoustics. A big, friendly (and deaf) Golden Retriever and a few cats running around.

We said goodbye one more time. Last time I cried at the Pacific in Mazunte, Mexico. This time at platform one, Stazione di Grosseto, Italy. Why does it always feel so final? Going home alone felt right. But it was so hard to leave her behind. She's right, something's not working and I'm hurting her. But she's my family. I don't wanna lose her. I have hope that we can turn this into something good with a bit of distance and time which is said to heal all wounds.

Looking up just to see 180° of the Mediterranean in the train window.

Adulting. Scheduling appointments. Responding to messages.

Finding the head of a single yellow rose on the ground.

The bakery bag I saved via TooGoodtoGo contained a loaf of bread I really like.

Christian Lacroix' colorful fabric designs for Desigual.

The second episode of the new Queer Eye season. Steph is such a cute person. And Jonathan's dresses are bombdotcom.

Finally deleting an app I wasted too much time with.

My first time at the Munich Wake-Up sangha. Meeting new people, listening and talking, singing together felt great. And I really needed that meditation.

Turning a mediocre pasta dish into a delicious pasta bake.

Finding out about Capri Sun cherry sirup. Sparkly nail polish, highlighter and delicious lip oil from Catrice (might have to get all of them).

Chatting to the medical assistant at the orthopedic practice who still remembers me and is super friendly. She shares all the hot gossip and even promised to take a picture of her 26-year-old house plant for me until my next appointment.

Visiting Manu at Isi's place where he's currently catsitting. Meeting Kovo, falling in love with him. Such a gentle, soft chonky boi. A relaxing parting gift.

Learning about the choir weekend and signing up at the last minute.

My _bias towards action _ principle in action. I usually regret NOT doing something so much more. I didn't feel too great this week but still went out every single evening and socialized.

Meeting the folks from my choir after my year-long absence! Getting to know Ille, the oldest choir member. She's such a Gemini: she loves languages and learning new things, just like me.

Half a buttered roll with sea salt and honey.

Breakfast celebration. Lighting a candle, a crystal and a flower to complete the set. Lovely coffee and fresh fruit. Sitting by the window, listening to a podcast and observing the wildlife in the trees outside.

Rapunzel's Almond Coconut spread is so freaking delicious I can't allow myself to buy it. Like, ever. It's basically Raffaello in a jar.

Sauerkraut. I've missed it so much. Roasted oven veggies with halloumi. All the right spices. Gosh, I love having my own kitchen back.

A quick phone call with Hanna. I'm looking forward to our appointments next month!

Learning what an okra plant looks like. Now I want to grow my own!

Berry tiramisu overnight oats.

A voice message marathon with Michael about numerology, Kundalini, the spiritual path, finding balance and so on.

#present perfect #personal #things i love #august #2023 #august 2023

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rawrmeansilyindinosawr · 1 year

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Olive Gardin

Adventure timez…!!!!!! soooOooo 2 weekZ ago we defz went to olivE garDin and defz gots 6 baskins of bred sticks n Put dem in hottopic bagg under our table n it wuz SOO FUNNZ to also pretend we were just newly Married w our court ordained ined ring-pops n ask our nameless and hobophobic server if we koild get free desert (she didn’t even say no she just said nothing so we stole tha cheese grater) . da chiggen Gnocci unlimited soup was Def canned but i rly likeD mixing it with the raspberryy iced T cuz i personally think all parts of ur tung shuld b stimulated when U eat Cuz eating is just like fuckin . n my feet hurt sooooooo bad rN cuz of my wooden jeffrey campbellz . but i feel kinda cute . ??? also we ran around beacons talkin bout how the soundcloud beats they played on overhead speaker made us wanna abort all our future fetuses n they laffed then we went to do drugs in the ahmitofu bathroom then kholed n laid on the sidewalk outside then ran into friends and also a local white pervert . :-]

Justin Bieber something something Yea yea yea i forgot the lyriX but ima keep mY eye out for SeleneerRRRRR .!!! >_< >_< <3 Jelena all overzz my TicTac Clock app .! i think im gonna try to find sum j13 magazines oFf ebAy n Make a shrine of pop culture 2000 in moi room . Cuzz like just cuz hailey is lik a enneagram 9 type n avoidant or whatever’s dis not Mean she not phlegmatic . i mean Problematic, my autoKorect go wiLd. :-p ask moi friend Jaime whos dads name is italian Salami. lYke can we talk ab the G tattoo n lik the stalking .?! n Jaden smith friendzoning her hug . SUS.!!!!!! WEERIIIRDD.!!!

im SooooOooOooo sad cuz i accidentally punched myseLf takin off my platformzz comin home from music video shoot on the Lords day N i gave moiself a semi black eye :-[ it wuz kuz i wuz rushing n rly tired cuz yea Idk jus went to bossa n stayed at friendz afties for literally 11 hourzz. n After my cute breakdown at Krazypizza n Wingsz n tryin to protect friends from gettin harassed for spare change off myrtle Bratwurst then tried to climb into a closet on top of a closet . i signed Dat NdA N i kant rly disclose nothInG YET but the wardrobe styling was as professionally listed in email from casting agent:”CUNTY FUCKING FABULOUS DENIM 4 jesus!!!<3 <3 “

Woowwwa has i been burnt out n on tha verge of mf resentment.!! i needs 2 practice giving compassion rather empathy.? n reevalue my boundaries also slow down when it comes to givin my heart cuz im such a mf simp . n Now that i cried for the last 46 hours and 27 min im ready to take the world again.!!!!!! ((online)).

Ty 2 my friends who don’t judge me when i cry cuz i C too many colors when i khole n think bad thoughts.!! and hold my hand while they poo pee n pee poo cuz my friends r sooo talented they can multitask lik dat <3 uwu <3 i still confused y i kholed n saw everything lik in marie antioinette viobez, i think it was The daughter of italiano salami’s vivienne westwood pearlZ that triggered meh. YEA i lik to speak in metaphors n colors n b confusing .! lik this one bitch i don’t talk to anymores twitter cover picture says ,”If im 2 much ….. find less.” =] enemies who giv u life quote inspo>>>>>>>>>

Shuld i just run away n move to connecticut or somewhere w like big grocery stores n like wildflowers on the road n trackerz just so i culd hibernate4a lil.?? i wanna b truly happy n not so heavy hearted n lik Stressed ab living / stayin above water . singing billie eyelash at thurr clurb made me realize i b wanting to cry when i dancin n in a room full of ppl n I rly do b goin out 2 da clurb to find “mutual understanding and good conversation. “4 now Ig ill jus keep distracting myself by watching lesbian dramas (Find that cheater in ur local neighborhood in the PNW.!!) and more Angry angry food reviewers eating cardi B + oFfset ‘a micky D meal ‘ mukbang N watchin dem get really upset cuz they got ripped off . Fast food inflation is crazy n im not sayin it’s ok cuz i still think of everything in Mcchiggen currency .

i want SydneySweedney to be my peeping tom so bad n also to forgive myself for being mean to someone who didn’t deserve it but i was just mad n tired of being heart brokeN. No im not talkin about the uhaul lesbian who love bombed meh the last month n a half n showed up to my house when i told them not to w a bag of mini nutellas n an old ringpop i ated that they tied their hair all around to bind meh to dem . Im also contemplating doing squats to get a fat ass cuz if i can’t get a lobotomy i should probably hav something vein instead to feel better (achieving the same result of happiness at the end but through a different method.) Is that rational.?? i’ve been told i kant rly compartmentalize .

Just cuz we all hav adhd does not mean we don’t kno how to listen n tht rly makes me happy esp cuz im still mad at that callenlourde psychiatrist w the huge badonkadonks who refused to diagnos meh cuz she is a cop. N

i luv goin 2 moi friendzz casa then not knowin her roomie is throwing a party w a local trak meet group n making shashooka N then everybody comes in sweaty even tho it’s sleetingsnowing outside then all these men n one women take off their shirts then put david bowie makeup on N clown costumez then im slowly realizing it was lik mayb lowkey an intended orgy.?!..?! n Im just sitting in the corner nxt to the space heater cuz im low in iron and googling “How long does cocaine last “ cuz along w this street adderal and the copious amounts of Kitty idont rly think i’m loading anymore N ima shashookashoot moiself if a sweaty man is near me again trying to help me hold the vaccuum in place while we scramble to figure out which Hdmi cord is broken. i took the What type of lesbian test r u and it said lipstick. but Idk what any of this means..?!

UGHHHHHHH i def am hexed by another hot self employed lesbian cuz how did I uber us all to they apt the other nite completely sober . tHinking it wuz takin us to moodring. N god damn how did i lose my phone n it wuz under the couch rite nxt to his old vape he lost 2 weeks ago there. Im hexed!.!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dere is sm more to share lik how i kinda still admire my ex Gf who visited nyc this last week even tho they don’t remember denying me closure and how i Found a tboy who is willing to be the community scapegoat for hot afab femmes / A human bench , and my new obsession the word assburgers . N how my roomie n i went to pick up a couch from a man in queens who told us to go in n make ourselves at home when we arrived 5 min earlier than him cuz the heartshaped lock on the door was unlocked but im tired n hav to work on confronting my addiction to chicken as a vegan , getting a blink membership n getting hotter. love u all <3

—Renny whowill get a fat asssoon Chang cuz if i can’t hav a lobotomy i want power .

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talesmaniac89 · 2 years

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Dean Winchester Masterlist

Dean Drabble Masterlist | Back to the full Supernatural Masterlist Oneshots and Drabbles under the Read More

Charity Heist Masterlist 💖▶ The reader works as a retrieval expert (aka. thief) for Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency, the best group of con artists in the world. But even though she's the best in the biz, she's no better than a bumbling fool when dealing with her all-consuming feelings for the group’s hitter; Dean Winchester.

Chick Flicks - Part 2 💖▶ (ON HIATUS) Gabriel decides to play wingman the way only he can as the reader and Dean go on a different kind of movie date.

Choices - A CYOA Fic 💔✅Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where your choices determine the outcome and whether it’s a Dean x Reader or Sam x Reader.

Come Home - Part 2 - Part 3 💔✅ The reader struggles through heartbreak, unaware of Dean doing the same.

Dream on - Part 2 💔✅ The reader gets cursed by a witch and can’t fall asleep. She tries to hide it from the Winchesters, but they find out.

Hunter/Hunted - Masterlist - A Flash Fiction Series 🔞 ✅ Dean has grown tired of your game of cat and mouse. He’s ready to show you he’s a hunter. And tonight, you’re his prey.

Itsy Bitsy Spider - Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Epilogue ✅ The reader helps the Winchesters in a case involving a particularly nasty arachnoid. Not really angst or fluff, more like a "case"

Limelight - Masterlist 💖 💬 The workaholic and media shy CEO of Winchester Inc, Dean Winchester, is forced to try online dating by his friends. What will happen when he swipes right on (Y/N), who is working on a series on online dating for her magazine?

Logged in - Masterlist 💖✅ Sam tells Dean and the reader about a new online community for hunters and they both scoff at him, but secretly use it and end up drawn to each other.

Lost - Masterlist 💔✅You ran away from a silent unrequited love and got captured. But Dean thinks you left by your own choice. Will he ever realise that you’re in danger?

Missing in Action - Masterlist 💔 ✅ Dean is hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way.

My Funny Valentine - Part 2💖✅Dean takes the reader out on a “friend date” after her latest boyfriend blows her off for Valentine. Not knowing that the reader sees him as so much more than a friend.

Night at the museum - Part 2 💖✅ A greek god of alcohol messes with the readers judgement during a hunt, causing both Dean and her to act like drunken fools.

Reverence - Masterlist 💔❌ The reader comes into Dean’s life, and flips it up-side down.

Sleeping Awake - Masterlist 💔✅The Winchesters and the reader is hunting a creature that’s been killing women in their sleep when it comes to them instead.

The Man in Apartment 43 - Masterlist 💔✅ Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and business man duo closer together?

The Mirror People - Part 2 - Part 3 ✅ The reader and the Winchesters investigate a strange case in a small town in Arizona. Not really angst or fluff, more like a "case"

Well, Hello There Stranger - Part 2 💔💖✅ Sam informs you that Dean’s suffering from temporary memory loss and has forgotten you. Yet, when you meet your boyfriend, it isn’t the cold eyes of a stranger that meets yours.

A Day Off Your stubborn boyfriend never takes a day off, even when he’s feeling under the weather. Luckily Dean Winchester has you around to make sure he takes care of himself.

Building a nest The reader worries as Dean starts acting a little out of character after you find the Men of Letters bunker.

Date Night - Dean Dean & the reader decides to confuse a bunch of strangers as they test out some bad pickup lines at a fancy jazz bar.

Friendzoned The reader has to go undercover with Dean, but pretending to be the girlfriend of the man she secretly loves is a lot harder than she thought it would be.

Flexibility Dean walks in on the reader doing yoga and challenges her when she is steadfast in it helping her be a better hunter.

Flushed Cheeks The reader plays a poker game with rising stakes against Dean.

His Rock Dean finds comfort in the reader’s arms after a hard day. COMFORT FIC

Meet the Family Dean is nervous about meeting the reader’s family, but everything is going great, until a simple misunderstanding makes all hell break lose.

Morning Person The reader tries their hardest to get the sleepy hunter out of bed at a reasonable time as he tries just as hard to keep them there, snuggled up to him.

Pickup Lines Dean tries to stump the reader who is the self-proclaimed champion of anti-pickup lines with the cheesiest, cringeworthy lines he can think of.

Secret Love The reader is secretly dating a tattooed Dean behind Sam’s back since Dean doesn’t want anyone to know he can be soft hearted.

Seduction The reader shows Dean that she knows the art of seduction when he doubts her skills.

Stupid Choices The reader is angry and worried after Dean gets arrested during a hunt and she has to bail him out.

Stupid Cupid Dean tries to keep the reader from joining them in an interrogation of a Cupid.

Tag, You’re It The reader challenges Dean to a round of laser tag, to see who’s really the best shot.

The Costume Party Dean and the reader go on a hunt at a costume party, where Dean has to deal with his jealousy as the guys can’t seem to keep their eyes off the reader.

The Raid Dean and the reader goes on a Halloween candy raid to stock up their sugar arsenal.

The Shower The reader decides to pamper herself when the boys are away, not expecting Dean to return so soon.

This is Halloween The reader and the Winchesters have to go undercover at a Halloween party to catch the demon they’re hunting.

Try Not To… Dean challenges the reader to a try not to laugh challenge using pickup lines, but for her the challenge turns into a bit more of a try not to fall deeper in love with the lovable dork.

A Second too Late Dean realises he loves you, but he’s too late as you already love someone else.

Bloodlust Dean helps the reader fight against her demon blood addiction.

Changed Traditions Dean deals with the first Halloween alone, taking care of your daughter.

Complications Dean stays by your bedside after a hunt leaves you in a medically induced coma.

Creep Dean learns about the reader’s self hatred and tries to help her through it.

Hiraeth – Home is where the heart is Dean’s looking back on the summer he spent with you in his arms. A year has passed, summer is here again. But it’s a summer without you and, even in the sweltering heat of the bunker, he’s freezing to the bone.

I Just Called to Say I Love You As Dean realises he’s only got minutes left to live and no way to get help, he calls you; so he can hear your voice and have one last normal, happy moment.

Meet Me Back Here in a Year Dean and the reader take a break for a year to sort out their heads and hearts.

Mementos Dean looks back on all the treasured memories he’s shared through a life lived by your side; lived loving you.

Nicotine Dean has his vices, but they all pale in comparison to how he craves you. Yet he pushed you away, leaving him gasping for air.

Phone Call The reader calls Dean from a solo hunt (angst).

Side by Side You go looking for Dean on the eve of another hunter’s death anniversary. Knowing he’s lost, and needing to comfort him.

Soldiers The reader and Dean find themselves surrounded by demons, knowing they’ll have to go out there again, to be soldiers, even if it could mean the end of everything.

Sunshine Dean thinks back on all the great times he’s shared with the reader and how much he loves them. With You - The reader realises she has died and has become a ghost as she tries in vain to comfort her boyfriend Dean.

The Classifieds What lengths will Dean Winchester go to when he runs out of options to save the people he cares about? Is he willing to let go of a part of himself to save his family?

After Hours Dean Smith asks the reader to work overtime to clean up a mess she made, and things get heated after hours when Dean catches her in his office, indulging in something other than paperwork.

Homeless Hearts Dean and the reader seek shelter in each others skin a year after she left the bunker to save herself from heartbreak.

Eavesdropping The reader hears Dean through the motel room wall and decides to have a little fun herself.

Playing dress up The reader has to go undercover with Dean to find a cursed object. But as they have to hide from a guard things start heating up.

Tension/Passion The reader and Dean fight after a hunt, before making up in the best way possible.

A Measure of Worth Dean cannot stop the protective rage building in his after a hunt that nearly went wrong. But when she questions her self worth, Dean is left questioning everything'

Bad Dreams The reader wakes up after a pre-hunt nightmare and takes a late night stroll through the bunker to make sure Dean is ok.

Daddy’s Little Girl Adoptive father Bobby tells the reader that Dean and Sam are coming to visit. The reader is happy, as she secretly loves Dean.

Halloween Surprise You’re out trick or treating with your son when you run into someone from your past. Someone with the same green eyes as your son.

Home Dean has tried and failed to make a home for himself and his brother. Until she walked into his life.

In the neighbourhood Dean shows up out of nowhere after being gone for 8 years, the day before the reader’s son’s birthday. A son who also happens to be Dean’s.

It was always you After hunting alone for three years the reader meets Dean again and realises they have always loved him.

The way he kisses The reader avoids Dean after drunkenly making out with him the night before.

To be her hero Dean can’t fight the demons in his girlfriend’s mind. But he can still be there for her, comforting her.

Trick or Treat It’s Halloween, and the reader wants a different kind of treat. Luckily, she knows exactly where to find it.

Unexpected The reader finds out she’s pregnant and goes to break the news to her boyfriend, Dean.

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How would Chris react to entering Instagram and the first thing is to see that his wife!model reader posted some photos of the phoshoot lingerie? And she is in front of him with the baby

His first follow is you, of course.

And god, you post a lot.

You post anywhere from magazine covers, magazine spreads, you on the runway, so many backstage photos, various selfies, photo shoots— FUCKING EVERYTHING.

It dates back from all the way to when you’re seventeen. SEVENTEEN.

So many pictures.

Most are for your work— obviously.

Instagram is the new model’s portfolio.

But there’s some special pictures.

You in your extravagant wedding dress with Chris in his tuxedo beside you.

The moment after you gave birth and finally got the pizza you wanted. Baby Evans in one arm and pizza in the other hand. Chris is passed out in the background with his mouth open.

The maternity shoot.

That first ever selfie the two of you took together in Philly with cheesesteaks in hand. That was a throwback for him especially with the caption: Drive two hours to get cheesesteaks with a new friend even though you have an early morning call time.

Your husband is amazed— he was friendzoned back then and he didn’t even know it. That’s his biggest shock.

A lot of memories are kept on your Instagram and so many sexy photos.

#chris evans x model!reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans headcanon

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The songs you grow to like never stick at first (Chapter 2)

Falling for your best friend is a blessing and a curse at the same time, especially when it’s painfully obvious that your friend doesn’t feel the same. So what is Yuuji supposed to do? He doesn’t want to lose you but also can’t help wanting to get out of the friendzone. Maybe his other friends can help him. Or he just has to wait because sometimes the songs that become our all-time favorites are the ones that don’t stick at first.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, fluff, my attempt at humor, friends to lovers Word Count: 4.3 k Warnings: A lot of cheesiness, pining, unrequited love in the beginning. Yuuji has smutty fantasies, so it's 18+. All characters are of age. The story and my blog contain 18+ content, so minors don't interact.

Chapter 1: This is side one, flip me over. I know I'm not your favorite record. Chapter 2: The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So, I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse. Chapter 3: This conversation's still dead on arrival. And there's no way to talk to you. Chapter 4: A rivalry goes so deep between me and this loss of sleep over you Chapter 5: Hope this is the last time, 'cause I'd never say no to you

Chapter 2

The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So, I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse.

"Hey, Fushiguro? What dog-breed would I be?"

"What the fuck?"

Fushiguro gives Yuuji one of those looks that say he's convinced his friend has lost his mind. It's Monday morning, and they are sitting in their film analysis course once again, waiting for their notoriously late professor.

Before coming here, Yuuji had "breakfast with the girls," which means with you, Nobara and Maki, in the coffee shop down the street, and Nobara had let him flip through one of her magazines. Yuuji's gaze had landed on that test. Find out if he's a keeper, dog-breed edition. Is your favorite heartthrob a cuddly Golden Retriever or a protective German Shepard?. Before Yuuji could take the test, though, Nobara had yanked the magazine out of his hand and stuffed it into her backpack.

But it has been on Yuuji's mind since then. Maybe this way, he can find out if he has a chance with you one day.

"Just trying to find something out. So, what dog do I remind you of?"

"A Labrador."

The fact that Fushiguro didn't even have to stop and think about it catches Yuuji off guard. His brain is struggling with processing the information. He likes Labradors, and he thinks everyone does. They are pretty and the definition of a good boy. So that's good, right? Or maybe not? Is being a good boy something girls find attractive? Or is he just a simp because he's a nice boy?

"So um, do you think Labradors are considered hot?"

"What do you mean!? I don't find dogs hot."

Fushiguro is already looking like he's about to throw a fit again. But Yuuji needs answers! He looks at his friend with big pleading eyes.

"Just tell me why you think I'm a Labrador and if that is good or not. I need to know!"

Fushiguro's dark blue eyes meet his, and he keeps the gaze for a while, obviously contemplating whether it's even worth the bother. But then he sighs and elaborates:

"Labradors are friendly and loyal and get along with most people and animals. They are one of the most popular breeds, so take from that what you want. Maybe they are hot. This is about (name), isn't it?"

He looks resignedly at Yuuji, much too calm for the bomb he just dropped. Yuuji feels like someone pulled the rug out from under his feet. His mouth works before his mind, and he's quickly trying to deny it:

"Whoahhhh what? No! I don't know why you'd think that!"

His heart beats up to his throat, and his face feels too hot. What the fuck? How does Fushiguro know about his crush? Fushiguro rolls his eyes and gives him a look that says, "oh please." But at least he leans closer and lowers his voice to a whisper.

"It's ok, don't worry. I won't tell anyone. But I think you suck at hiding how you feel, so it's pretty obvious that you like her as more than a friend. Why don't you just tell her? Instead of asking me what type of dog breed you are, whatever that is supposed to tell you."

"It's about seeing whether she could find me hot! I saw something about that in a magazine." Yuuji mumbles, feeling somewhat embarrassed now. "I can't tell her! What if I fuck up our friendship? And I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me that way."

Fushiguro is tapping the pen he's holding onto the paper in front of him, his blue eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling, apparently thinking hard.

"Hmm, ok, that's a risk, yeah. You should test the waters first. Try to flirt with her, see how she reacts."

"And what should I say?"

"Don't ask me. I don't flirt with people."

"Yeah, right... oh, I could ask Todo!"

"Please don't. Hey, why don't you ask Inumaki?"

"Bro... He's literally not talking." "Geez, Itadori! He can text, though? And I heard he's a big flirt over text. So maybe he can point you in the right direction." "Oh my god, that's brilliant! Thank you!" He claps Fushiguro's back so hard that his friend loses hold of his pen and sends it flying several rows of seats forwards, hitting one of their classmates on the back of the head. He exclaims angrily and turns around in his chair to glare at them. "Oh wow, just great." Fushiguro ducks his head, while Yuuji laughs and holds up a hand in apology. He feels so much better now! Sharing the secret with someone took some weight off his shoulders. And if Fushiguro is right and Inumaki can give him some useful tips, Yuuji is one step closer to winning your heart!

Approaching Inumaki about this matter would probably be the peak of embarrassment for many people, but Yuuji tells himself that he's doing this for a good cause. And why should he feel ashamed about wanting to learn how to flirt? Flirting is a normal thing, totally cool! He needs a pointer in the right direction, and if Inumaki is an expert, he will surely understand Yuuji's problem and be willing to help him by sharing his wisdom. At least Yuuji prides himself on the fact that he is a fast learner. So his chances seem to be pretty good. He's optimistic about his for the first time. So when he sees Inumaki coming out of his chemistry course, carrying a tray of small bottles which seem to hold different types of cough syrup, Yuuji pushes himself off the wall he has been leaning against and approaches the light-haired boy quickly. "Heyyy, Inumaki! I think Fushiguro told you I'd seek you out, right? So um, I heard you are a good flirt! I could use your help!" Saying it out loud sounds a bit weird now, but Yuuji just smiles sheepishly and scratches his neck, hoping he doesn't make a complete fool out of himself. To his relief Inumaki just laughs good-naturedly and indicates with his chin that Yuuji should follow him. Several hours later, Yuuji is prepared to turn almost every conversation into a flirt. Inumaki was amused by Yuuji's inquiry, but he agreed to help and provided him with pickup lines for every situation. He warned Yuuji, though, to not overdo it. Just a little fun, flirty message here and there. It sounds easy enough. Now Yuuji just has to wait for the right moment. His chance comes a few hours later. He's currently lying on his stomach on his bed and doing coursework when his phone buzzes with a new message. His heart jumps to his throat when he sees that it's from you. It turns out to be a cat meme, and Yuuji laughs and sends some emojis. And then, before his courage leaves him again, he quickly types the first pickup line he ever used: "Hey, do you know which vegetable you'd be?" "Which one?" "A cute-cumber!!" "Lmaoooo I like that one!" Yuuji stares at his phone for a whole minute, fingers hovering over the screen. He doesn't know what to do. Inumaki said that he usually receives a flirty text back at this point. But this isn't flirty. This is nothing. How the fuck is he supposed to reply? Send another pickup line? No, that would be too much, right? He just sends a laughing emoji back before throwing his phone frustratedly onto his bed. He groans loudly and can't help but punch his pillow before burying his face in his hands. This was so fucking embarrassing, even for his standards! He gets pulled out of his misery by another sound coming from his phone. It's a new message from you. A picture of a cucumber with a face and long lashes, wearing a pretty dress. "Is that how I look to you? I am flattered!" A relieved chuckle escapes Yuuji's lips. "The hottest cucumber I know!" Since the flirty-text experiment wasn't a total disaster, Yuuji decides to keep on sending you pickup lines occasionally. During the following days he sends you gems like: "We're not socks, but I think we'd make a great pair." "We already are! We're the fluffiest Christmas sock pair ever, bestie!" Friendzoned once again. "If you were a burger at McDonald's, you'd be the McGorgeous." "Now I crave McDonald's!! Wanna go with me?" Well, at least you'll meet up to grab some burgers together, so it isn't a complete failure!

Fushiguro doesn't share Yuuji's optimism. He asks for an update about the "Itadori learns how to flirt situation," so Yuuji shows him the chat, feeling pretty proud. But the way his friend is cursing under his breath doesn't bode well. Yuuji looks at him cautiously, the smile fading from his features. "Is it that bad?" "What the fuck is this?? Are you serious, man?" "What!!?? YOU said I should ask Inumaki for help!! Fushiguro locks Yuuji's phone and sighs exasperatedly. The way he's running his free hand through his hair, making the unruly black strands stick up even more, is unsettling. "I wasn't aware that this is what he does. I apologize, Itadori. That's just... That's so tacky. So disgustingly cheesy. You cannot do that! I am so embarrassed right now, and it wasn't even me who sent those texts! I mean, not that I would be caught dead sending something like that." Yuuji glares at him, annoyed, "You're a pretty big drama queen for someone who would never send a cute pickup line! Give me the phone!" He yanks his phone out of Fushiguro's hand and slams it onto the table behind them, where Junpei is sitting looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Junpei! Tell me what you think! Would you fall in love with me if I sent you something like that?" His friend with the emo haircut blushes a deep red for a reason Yuuji can't pinpoint and stutters, "Uh...I... it's...I think it's cute, Yuuji. I would...I would like it." Yuuji pumps a fist into the air victoriously, turning to smirk at Fushiguro with a cheeky glint in his eyes, "See? Not everyone is as stuck-up as you. To seduce you, I would have to send you a whole dissertation about the effects of fiction on historical events or some shit like that. Do I make you horny when I talk like that??" "Shut up!" They have to postpone their discussion because professor Gojo just sweeps into the classroom twenty minutes late, carrying an iced latte and a bag filled with donuts. After class, Yuuji is about to storm off, but Fushiguro stops him with a hand twisting in Yuuji's hoodie and pulling him back. Yuuji's ready to actually fight him if he hears one more snide remark about his pickup lines, but when he turns to look at Fushiguro, he finds that the look on Fushiguro's face is full of genuine concern, and his voice is back to its usual calm tone. "I'll help you, ok? I can't just stand by and watch you mess things up." "Oh! Ok, thanks. So what are your tips?" "Look, why don't you just make the classic move and ask her on a date?" "But how?? I can't just do that!" "Be subtle about it! You are a film major! So ask her to watch a movie with you in the cinema. It's for your course and you don't want to go alone! You don't have to mention the word date. But once you are there, it can turn into a date. Watching a movie is romantic. The dimmed lights, a shared bowl of popcorn in which your fingers brush against each other, some scary scenes that make her hide her face against your shoulder... it's perfect." Yuuji nods eagerly. That's indeed good advice. Sure, he could have come up with that by himself. And it's not like the two of you haven't been to the movie theater together before. But it has never been while Yuuji was in love with you. "Thanks, Fushiguro! And sorry for calling you stuck-up." "It's fine. I'm rather stuck-up than a cheesy idiot like you." But he's smiling while saying it, and the way he rubs Yuuji's arm lets him know that there's no malice behind it. Yuuji chuckles and throws an arm around his friend, dragging him along to their next class.

"Hey...um, I was thinking. Do you want to go see a movie with me this Friday, maybe?" God, he has never been so nervous about asking you something before! Yuuji is fiddling with the napkin he's holding, crumbling it between his fingers and tearing it apart. Luckily it's hidden beneath the table, so you don't see the anxious state he is in. The two of you are sitting in your usual booth in the coffee shop, drinking coffee and eating cake. And Yuuji finally worked up the nerve to ask you on a date, which isn't really a date but could turn into one if Fushiguro's plan works. Your face lights up, sending the butterflies flying in Yuuji's stomach once again. "Yes, that's a good idea!" Oh god! It's happening!! He'll go to the movies with you and hold your hand and tell you he likes you and you'll cup his face and kiss him and ask him to be your boyfriend!! "I'll ask Maki to come too. She just told me yesterday that she hasn't been to the movie theater for ages. And hey, we could also ask Megumi and Nobara!" What? Wait, no!! That's not how this is supposed to go! You smile at Yuuji happily, as if this is the best idea ever, oblivious to the fact that his heart is breaking a little bit more at your words. He bites his lip and fixes you with an unsure look. He should just keep quiet, but his emotions are taking over, and so he blurts out: "I kinda thought only the two of us could go." Oh fuck, fuck fuck!! Now it really sounds like he's asking you on a date, right? He feels dread pooling in his stomach. The napkin is in shreds now. You lift your head from your phone screen where you are about to text Maki and look at him, surprised and a bit worried. "Oh, why? Is something wrong? Did you get into a fight with one of them?" It's almost funny how oblivious you are. Funny or sad because apparently, you can't even picture the slightest bit that the two of you could go on a date together. Yuuji feels like shit. He's really that idiot, huh? The side character in a movie that everyone feels bad for because you know he will never get the person he likes. He's just there for the comic relief. A dumbass who everyone rolls their eyes at, and it's clear that his crush is so far out of his league that it will never work. Yuuji's courage from a moment ago vanishes completely. He has to avert his gaze from you because he's sure you would be able to see the hurt on his face. And so he looks down onto his empty plate and mumbles with a thick voice, "No, everything's ok. Why don't you ask all of them? The more, the merrier, right?" He looks up again and offers you a smile, hoping it is bright enough to hide his pain.

"What am I doing on your date?"

"I have no clue, Fushiguro. Guess your plan didn't work." Fushiguro is sitting to Yuuji's left in the dimly lit movie theater, offering him a tray of nachos and a pitiful glance. There's some commotion at the door, and the boys turn to see you, Maki and Nobara making your way towards them. All three of you are smiling brightly and laughing, almost tumbling down the stairs because you have your hands full of snacks. Yuuji can't stop a lovesick expression from spreading over his face. You look so beautiful, so happy to be here with all your closest friends. There's a big smile on your face, your eyes are glittering in the faint light of the LED strips that are illuminating the stairs. And Yuuji can hear your carefree laughter even from here. He can't take his eyes off you. He can't even be disappointed that this turned into an evening among friends instead of a date because, honestly, he can't regret something that makes you look so happy. You were right. It's really been a while since all of you went out together like this, and it feels nice.

But, deep down, he still catches himself thinking that it would be even nicer if you were here all together but with the difference that Yuuji would be your boyfriend. The thought alone is enough to make his heart beat faster. You plop down onto the seat next to Yuuji, greeting him with a quick hug and a kiss to the cheek before leaning over his lap to hug Fushiguro too. Yuuji inhales sharply. The movement makes you press your boobs against his arm, and he thinks he's going to lose it any second now. Because yes, this is what he wants! He wants you practically in his lap, the flowery smell of your perfume in his nose, the warmth of your body pressing against him, soft curves, and sweet lips. He wants to put his arms around you and keep you in place right there, so close to him that he could kiss you.

He wants to see the lights of the movie screen flicker over your pretty face as you look into his eyes with the same heart-eyes he gives you. He wants to cup your chin and kiss you, slow and sweet, showing you how much he appreciates you with every press of his lips, every flick of his tongue.

Or what if he was sitting in the last row with you? Slipping a hand into your trousers and playing with you while he kisses you deeply, muffling your moans with his mouth while he makes you fall apart on his thick fingers. Hell, he would even get on his knees between your legs and eat you out right there in the movie theater because you are a thousand times sweeter than any popcorn or chocolate.

He wants to feel your hands in his hair, tugging on it as you find completion and ride it out on his tongue, biting your own lips to keep quiet so the two of you won't get caught. Then, he wants to kiss you afterwards with your sweet taste still on his tongue. He's grateful for the darkness of the movie theater and the popcorn bucket in his lap, which both help conceal the growing hardness in his pants. He really has to stop being horny on main all the time. Maybe he should try jacking off before he sees you so his dick doesn't betray him all the time. Or find a way to suppress those dirty thoughts. But he knows he won't be able to stop. He wants those fantasies!

He wants whispered love confessions, sweet nothings, tender touches, and heated kisses while a stupid action movie plays in the background. He wants all the sweet, and sexy, and romantic things for the two of you.

But the only romance Yuuji gets tonight is the one happening on the movie screen where the main character ends up kissing the girl he used to clash with at first. Yeah, that figures! Of course it has to be enemies to lovers. Why can't it be friends to lovers? That would give Yuuji a bit of hope at least that maybe one day you will wake up and look at him and realize that he has become your favorite song. But then something happens that makes Yuuji almost jump. Your head lands on his shoulder, and for a moment, Yuuji doesn't know what's going on. Did he manifest it? Are you cuddling with him? Is this the friends-to-lovers-moment he wishes for? Can it be true? Was Fushiguro right about the romantic lure a night at the movies brings?

He doesn't even dare to breathe, so scared that he'll destroy the moment. The reassuring weight of your head is still there. Finally, he dares to turn his face towards you. Only to realize that you have fallen asleep, and that's the reason why your head lolled onto his shoulder. The pang of disappointment is so severe that it almost feels like he got punched into the guts for real. This is cruel. But while he's internally crying in frustration, Yuuji doesn't move away. Instead, he lets you sleep on his shoulder through the rest of the movie, lets you drool onto his hoodie, and hopes you feel comfortable on his shoulder. It feels so nice to have you this close! Your weight is so perfect against him, your warmth, the intoxicating mix of your perfume and hairspray and laundry detergent, and the underlying scent that is just you. Yuuji can't get enough. He gets butterflies just from something as simple as you resting your head against him. He is fucked. He is so fucked! He has it so bad for you, and it won't go away. The ending credits begin to roll, and you are still snuggled up against Yuuji, snoring softly. He doesn't want it to end. He wants to just stay here in the dark movie theater for the rest of the night as long as you keep leaning onto him like that.

He wants to dream a little. Pretend that you are really on a date, and you're snuggling against him on purpose. He wants to have this all night long. Even if it's not real. He will take anything at this point. Every little crumb. But not even this is granted to him because, at that moment, you jolt up, looking around in confusion. Yuuji can't help but snicker softly. "Hey, sleeping beauty. You officially missed the ending!" You turn to look at him with a sleepy expression, and it's the cutest thing ever. God, he wants you to wake up next to him every morning! With that drowsy look on your face, your hair ruffled from where you were cuddling against Yuuji. He wants to greet you with soft good morning kisses, roll on top of you and let you feel how much he wants you even right after waking up. He wants lazy mornings in bed, cuddling and kissing you, bringing you breakfast to bed, and having you for dessert. These thoughts have to stop! He feels bad, biting his lip because what is he even doing here? Fantasizing about you while you sit right next to him and are so confused because you just got yanked out of your nap. He's such an asshole! But at least his anger against himself makes him feel so turned off that his dick doesn't cause problems this time. A little blessing, at least. The others also realize what happened. That you slept through the last 30 minutes of the movie, and loud laughter erupts from Nobara. Everyone is getting to their feet to leave, but you are still slumped in your seat, looking groggily up at Yuuji. He feels a hand on his arm and looks over his shoulder at Fushiguro, who leans closer to murmur in his ear: "Don't just sit there, idiot. Help her up." He's right, of course! Yuuji wraps a big hand around your smaller wrist and pulls you up without any more hesitation. "Come on, lazy ass. We have to go before they kick us out." "I don't want to... I'm so tired!" You whine and look at him with the same puppy eyes he sometimes uses himself. Yuuji doesn't even think about it. He just acts on instinct and sweeps you up into his arms, making you yelp in surprise, followed by a loud laugh as he carries you bridal-style out of the movie theater accompanied by the laughter of his friends and several strangers who watch the scene. This seems to have woken you up because you're kicking your legs and squealing loudly: "Yuujiiii!! Put me down!" "So you'll hold everyone up again? I think not, princess!" "You can't carry me all the way home!" "Of course I can! Watch me!" He grins down at you, heart doing somersaults in his chest as he tightens his arms around your body, holding you securely against his chest. Of course, he will carry you home like that! He will punch himself if he let go of you now! You feel too perfect in his arms. This is how things should be all the time. He knows he's a hopeless romantic, but the pose makes him imagine a beautiful spring day in the future where he's carrying you like this too, but he's wearing a nice suit, and you're in a wedding dress, laughing happily as he carries you over the threshold. Damn! He's pulled out of his stupid fantasy when your arms wrap around his neck, holding onto him, and your loud laughter is even closer to his ear now. You sound amused. "You're such an idiot!" "Yeah, but I'm your favorite idiot." He knows he's cheesy, and Fushiguro is probably rolling his eyes behind him. But if this was a rom-com, you would cup his cheek now and look deeply into his eyes, realizing that Yuuji is the one for you. And some soft piano music would start playing as you both lean closer in slow motion. A pale pink filter would be added to the scene as your lips meet slowly. "Yes, you are. I'm so glad to have an idiot friend like you!" And just like that, Yuuji's sappy rom-com fantasy dissolves. No soft piano music, no pastel pink hearts, no kiss, no happy end. He's your friend. Yeah, that's all. Of course. Yuuji hopes that the disappointment isn't visible on his face. He forces himself to grin even wider and laughs even louder as he carries you home.

His princess, who isn't really his.

This was chapter 2 of my entry for the Fall Out Boy collab. I hope you enjoyed it! I would be super happy about comments and reblogs! Let me know how you liked it. And a big thank you to everyone who commented on the first chapter! I was thrilled to see that you like Yuuji and his struggles! Also a little fun fact: I really did the dog breed test for Yuuji, already assuming he'd be a Labrador, and it really gave me that test result, lol. I call this serious research!

Chapter 3

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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abrupt confessions (xiao & diluc)

prompt: “you’re oblivious to their advances and they’re getting frustrated” pairings: diluc/gn!reader, xiao/gn!reader word count: 1.4k warnings: fluff, emotional constipation (it’s xiao and diluc)

a/n: sorry that xiao’s hcs are a bit shorter than diluc’s, i’m still getting comfy writing him. this is a part of my 50 follower celebration! please let this one show up in tags this time tumblr

DILUC

diluc never really considered himself an expert in romance. in fact, if you ask him upfront, he’d tell you that he barely knows anything about courting and how to charm someone.

but jeez, he didn’t think it’d be this hard.

as you sit at the counter of diluc’s bar after hours, excitedly trying new types of drinks that he’s concocted, diluc wonders how he’d entered the friendzone this badly.

he literally just handed you a non-alcoholic, bright pink, raspberry flavored drink he called love potion and you had taken it with a smile and complemented diluc on what a great friend he was.

diluc doesn’t feel entitled to your affections. he understands if you didn’t like him back and would respect whatever decision you made! but he at least hopes you’ll acknowledge the fact that he likes you so you can talk about it and get the conversation over with.

despite his bravery on the battlefield, he’s a bit nervous about telling you that he likes you straight to your face. however, this feels like the hundredth thing diluc has tried to subtly flirt with you.

he’s just glad kaeya isn’t here to laugh at his failed attempts. even kaeya picked up on diluc’s crush on you before you did.

all of the subtle tricks that diluc had read about in gossip magazines (yes, he had resorted to those) in order to get you to notice him were just coming across as friendly actions.

as the two of you struck up a small conversation about your last commission, diluc wanted nothing more than to ram his head through the counter of the bar.

“just ask them out,” kaeya had told him. “they’re not going to pick up on subtle hints.”

as much as diluc didn’t want to admit it, maybe, just maybe, his brother was right about something.

the days passed by and no matter what diluc did, you interpreted all of his advances as friendly. a bouquet of cecelias? what a nice housewarming gift! a nice bottle of dandelion wine? what a generous gift!

“(y/n), we need to talk,” diluc finally states, after his umpteenth gift in his attempt at courting you went without proper acknowledgement.

you look at him in concern, worried about his tense tone of voice. “did i do something wrong?” you ask, nervousness seeping into your words.

diluc’s eyes widened slightly. “no, no, it’s not that,” he assures you, quietly noting your sigh of relief. “actually, i think i might have done something wrong instead.”

“huh?” you respond. “i apologize if i gave off the impression that i am mad at you, i can assure you that i’m not.”

“no, no, it’s…” diluc sighs, trailing off. how should i put this? he asks himself. you’re clearly not lured by lavish gifts or swayed by acts of service, so he really has only one option left: telling you in a straightforward manner. it’s best to be forthright, he reassures himself.

“i like you.” diluc confesses, causing a radiant smile to spread across your face. this is it! diluc thinks to himself. they’re happy with my confession and they like me ba-

his thoughts are interrupted by your response. “aw, i like you too! you’re one of my best friends!” you chirp, your smile still persisting. you were happy with diluc finally being able to adequately express his emotions! you knew he struggled with that sort of thing and platonic affection was always difficult for him to express.

“no, (y/n), i like you in a romantic manner,” he states, his voice slightly dull. it wasn’t the most romantic of confessions, but diluc was exasperated. there was only so much he could do.

“oh, uh, yeah,” you scratch the back of your head as you feel your face heat up. this was awkward. what he just said certainly sounded like a confession but... “i... knew that? haven’t we been dating for the last few months?”

any emotion diluc had on his face is quickly replaced with an expressionless mask and dull eyes, but you knew diluc well enough to know that this expression meant that he was experiencing several forms of sheer panic.

you laugh nervously and lean in, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “i just thought you were being super chaste in courting me,” you confess, but diluc still looks dazed.

“if…” he begins, causing you to pull back ever-so-slightly. “if we’ve been dating for a few months, then can i..?”

diluc’s words trail off, but his subtle glance down to your lips lets you know exactly what he means. you smile softly and give a nod of permission as a scarlet blush spreads across his pale skin.

he leans in, his hands cupping your face gently, as if you were made of the finest porcelain, and kisses you, clarifying the confusion the two of you had accidentally held with each other for months.

XIAO

xiao, over his long lifetime, has learned many things. he’s quite certain that almond tofu is the tastiest food in all of liyue, wangshu inn is the place that irritates him the least, and the polearm is the best weapon for fighting.

however, one thing he has not learned is how to court someone -- especially when that certain someone is a fragile mortal.

he’s not quite sure how to court you, so he starts doing things for you that he would like others to do for him.

when you visit him, he offers you a piece of almond tofu. he offers to kill any foes that stand in your path. he offers to sit with you at night and watch the scenery together.

this type of courting lasts for approximately 48 hours. xiao is a forthright man, never having desired to beat around the bush. he’s not impatient, but he knows he only has a limited portion of his life to spend with you.

so, as you plan to exit his room in wangshu inn after spending time reading on his balcony while he brooded silently in the chair next to you, xiao realizes it’s now or never.

as you stop to open the door, xiao calls your name, causing you to turn around and look at him inquisitively.

before you can ask him what’s wrong, the adeptus puts his hand by your head, effectively pinning you between him and the door with one arm, leaving room for you to wriggle away if you felt uncomfortable.

“i wish to court you,” he states in a low tone. his amber eyes pierce into yours with an intensity you’ve never seen in his gaze before, but a soft vulnerability swims within their depths, disappearing as quickly as you notice it, like a skittish fish seeing a shadow.

“oh,” you breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. the air between you and xiao is now thick enough to cut a knife through.

seemingly coming back to his senses, xiao drops his hand abruptly and takes a step back. if he wishes to apologize, he shows no indication of doing so. instead, his unfaltering, analytical gaze tries to interpret the emotion within yours.

“alright,” you respond, after a few more seconds of silence. “i’ll gladly let you court me.”

a soft exhale escapes xiao’s lips upon your confirmation and a soft, bashful smirk crosses his face, before he surges forward and pulls you close in a hug, hands splaying across your back.

you let out a small noise of surprise, but smile as xiao buries his face into the crook of your neck, conveying the emotions he had trouble expressing. you wrap one arm around xiao’s torso, returning his hug, and the other hand sneaks into his hair, playing with the fluffy green locks.

“thank you,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

“hm?” you respond, not having heard him properly, but rather than repeating himself, he only tightens his grip, as if he was afraid you would fall through his fingers. you begin to worry until you feel him smile, causing a soft smile to spread across your face as well.

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solarpearl · 3 years

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fashion world! au

characters: zhongli, xiao, childe, albedo, diluc content warnings: none! ask to tag if you need it (i don’t mind!) a/n: shoutout to my bestie @stellarpredator who is the good ideas to my “childe captions like noah centineo” pea brain. similar to the scifi au i posted but much more organised. you guys are all beautiful you cannot convince me otherwise. what’s playing: umpah umpah by red velvet.

zhongli

zhongli is the ceo of fashion industry giant rex lapis inc. known for their sophisticated and elegant styling, most models would KILL to be able to work with RLI, much less work with the mr zhongli himself.

which it why it frustrates him to no end when you-- booked & busy fashion world modelling icon, never pick up his calls.

zhongli, pointing at a photoshoot you recently did with ragvindr: WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON’T??? xiao, employee of the year: mr zhongli please sit down the people are staring.

you never seem to spare him a glance at any of your important business meetings. everytime he comes up to you you’re scurrying away to somewhere else, everytime he tries to catch your attention with those amber eyes you’re staring intently at the paper cup in your hand. every single time you always seem to be somewhere else entirely.

zhongli feels personally targeted, which is why he doesn’t spare a second to corner you at the balcony of an afterparty.

he calls your name quietly, and you almost drop the phone in your hand as you whirl, eyes wide that someone had came in after you.

“would you give me the pleasure of capturing your beauty... and letting the whole world marvel?”

zhongli, thundering after you: PLEASE WE NEED TO TALK you, confused: EXCUSE ME PLEASE STOP CHASING ME SOMEONE GET THE PAPARAZZI OUT OF HERE

xiao

xiao doesn’t really think he’s fashionable, he really just throws on the same leather jacket each day and a graphic tee and call it a day.

unfortunately everyone seems to think otherwise, & after a chance encounter and his photo appearing in the magazine he’s well on his way to becoming the next top model.

a year into his career and xiao is on ALL the magazines, his face is recognisable worldwide, and he gets pretty embarrassed whenever his friends point at the huge billboard with his face on it.

yet none of his advertisements have him smiling (his friends says he doesn’t know how to, but he just scoffs at them) and there’s this strange melanchony as he can’t seem to stop thinking about the first photographer that first took his photo (and somehow made him smile??)

(that’s you baby you’re the only one who xiao smiles at)

so when he finally manages to catch you again in the next room over from one of his shoots..? his hand darts out before he can think.

“now that i’ve got you... i’m never going to let you go.”

pls read on all the funny ones are under the cut.

childe

famous soundcloud rapper streamer childe accidentallys like a photo of you on the ‘net, then lets it slip on stream that he thinks you’re really beautiful.

somehow his friends are suddenly daring him to comment on your post, & you have to wake up confused as to why the top comment with the most amount of likes is “barbeque sauce on my tiddies” from this verified guy, but hey, at least he’s cute.

childe: barbeque sauce on my tiddies childe's fans: get him boys

you manage to follow him back and the next day childe drops a shirtless pic on the gram and all his fans are screaming at him for being too obvious (you don’t even see it)

the caption? “i love you? i am you.” wise words mr centineo.

you: new vid dropping with childe tonight! the fans: OH MY GOD THIS IS IT THEY’RE ANNOUCNING THEIR RELATIONSHIP the video: shopping in snezhnaya (i made my best friend carry everything) the fans: fuck they friendzoned him

you two manage to keep your relationship a secret for a year before announcing it on a stream and the fans when absolutely ballistic.

“you and i make a great pair, don’t you think?” “sure, barbeque sauce on my tiddies.”

albedo

this is fashion world, and albedo’s at the top. he’s known as bold and fashionable but also stupidly hard to work with.

you, a model-in-training that happens to go to the same school as albedo-- and ready as hell to drop out any second.

you have the unfortunate pleasure of working with THE mr albedo himself for the last project of the year-- the most important one that makes up 30% of your grade.

its off to a great start when albedo takes you ‘shopping’ to ‘get a sense of your tastes’, only to stop and admire and sketch an hilichurl for most of the day before wordlessly carting off with a canvas of wet paint (decidely not a picture of you OR an outfit)

the next day goes just as well-- you spy albedo humming over twenty pieces of faux fur that look practically identical to your untrained eye. he goes away with four bags of mysterious fabrics and tells you to call him up tomorrow.

you arrive the next day wondering whether or not he'll put you in a hilichurl fursuit until he turns around with the most gorgeous piece that you’ve ever laid eyes on. you’re certain this isn’t the albedo you met on the first day.

"i needed to make a piece befitting of your beauty... do you not like it?”

diluc

you, popular media fashion influencer, somehow fucking makes it to one of the most elite fashion shows ever-- mondstadt fashion week.

(and you absolutely kill it, shut up.)

there, an outsider to all the glitz and glam and horror fashion, you find yourself lost and confused, and also terrified at all the parties that you seem to be invited to everyday.

you find your unlikely companion in fellow outsider-- quiet fashion ceo heir diluc ragvindr, an outside to the frivioulus runway, just like you.

he doesn’t do parties-- and he can’t strut the runway like his brother. he doesn’t even get how safety pins work (much to your chargrin, how is he supposed to take over a fashion company like THIS??)

it’s just sad that you two had to meet by sitting next to each other on a runway show, and how the person next to you is practically shoving you right into his lap.

“not a fan of runway shows, but i suppose there are worse people to be sitting next to.”

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sergeantsporks · 2 years

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Older Hunter being an aroace with hot people genes, no clue how flirting looks like, touch starvation and only a vague idea that romance and sex is appearently a thing. And noone willing to teach him because the confusion he leaves in his wake is more entertaining than any soap opera.

If this was a writing request, pls resend it and I’ll write it, but I NEED to respond to this IMMEDIATELY

- Hunter “lol why is everyone so horny, y’all are so weird” Wittebane

- Luz straight-up tackling anyone who attempts to tell Hunter “you know they were flirting, right?”

- NO before anyone gets on me about it, Hunter ISN’T the “naive aroace” trope, Belos has just left him severely doubting in his ability to read people (and rightly so anyway) and he literally can’t imagine why anyone would flirt with him

- “If you’re interested in me I can’t date you bc you obviously have poor judgment” “Hunter, NO”

- Whatever the BI version of People magazine is: Golden guard voted sexiest man alive!

Hunter: [surprised pikachu face]

- He will Internalize this. How can he be the sexiest man alive if he has no sex drive? Do they know something he doesn’t?

- Welcome to our game show, “Is this Belos trauma, or my aromantic asexuality?”

- In all angsty seriousness, though, he does have frequent crises of “am I actually aroace or am I just traumatized?” And has to talk himself through it

- Luz: do you like. Are you going to want a qpr or nah?

Hunter: ??? You say this like Rascal isn’t right there

- friendzoning (affectionate)

#toh #the owl house #toh hunter #the golden guard #aroace #aromantic #aromantic asexual #asexual #heartbreaker au

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xhanisai · 3 years

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What if after the lovesquare reveal and before they start dating, Adrien is 3000x more flirty and affectionate with Marinette???

- The only reason they don’t date right away is because Marinette forgets to confess her feelings for him and accidentally friendzones him for the umpteenth time. So Adrien makes it a mission to woo her.

- He’d greet Marinette with a HUGE bear hug every time he sees her and kiss her cheeks, so much happiness radiating from him that Alya swears she gets blinded by him.

- He always needs to be in some sort of physical contact with her; whether it’s holding her hand, looping their elbows together, an arm around her waist or even clinging onto her like the stupidly in love kitten he is.

- He would send her funny memes and videos all the time, his heart turning to goo every time he makes her smile or laugh.

- Boy loves doing a kabedon. An absolute weeb. Though, 99% of the outcome is Marinette squishing his cheeks out of annoyance.

- As Chat Noir, the hand kisses with Ladybug increases by tenfolds (as impossible it may seem~).

- Their dynamic is still full of banter and teasing, but it’s also so much more stronger and loving, especially with him dropping more heartfelt lines:

“I’m doing much better now that you’re here, Marinette,”

“I’m not as embarassed when I get to hear you laugh like that, My Lady,”

“Just staying by your side is more than enough for me, ma Princesse,”

- Though, as sweet as he can be, he’s also using all the seducing techniques he could think of so that Marinette will finally kiss him senseless~ >:D ESPECIALLY WHEN HE FINDS OUT THAT THEIR FEELINGS ARE MUTUAL >:DDDDD (cheers Alya and Nino)

- He’d give her that mischievous look whenever she’s a bit flustered around him and say things like:

“If you keep acting like that around me, I wouldn’t be able to resist...”

“You want me to shut up and stop teasing you? There is a way to do that, Marinette~”

“That shade of lip-gloss looks good on you. But, I think it would look just as good on me~ ;)”

“Apparently being kissed on the neck feels good. Wanna try~? ,’:D”

“Think about us having children together often, Buguinette~?”

- The lads in the class are always subjected to Adrien waxing poetry about Marinette. Sometimes they help him out in trying to get together with her. All their shenanigans ends up in a huge disaster because come on, Adrien is the host of the power of destruction.

- Whenever someone points out how much of a cute couple Adrien and Marinette are, instead of telling them that they aren’t dating, the stupid cat would always say things like:

“I know right~?”

“Oh you got my poor girlfriend all flustered~~~”

“Marinette? My girlfriend? Nah, she’s just my wife~ :))))”

- He absolutely loooooves teasing her. Whether it be poking her about her height, pulling funny faces when he wants her attention and even getting her all blushy~ UwU

“If you don’t want me resting my arms over your head then don’t be short, simple~ :)”

“Ma-aaaaaa-riiiiiii-neeeeete ;A; Stop overworking yourself and cuddle with me! <3333″

“Why stay after school to do class president stuff when we can go on a date~???”

“Of course I’d bring your favourite coffee over~ I. Love. You. <3333″

“What do you mean I have to stop sneaking up on you? That’s no fun ;-;”

“Oho? Inviting me, a boy, to your room~? Just the two of us? How scandalous, I love it~”

“You’ve been eyeing that wedding dress quite a lot. How about it, let’s runaway and get married? :)))”

“Telling me to stop teasing you is like telling Plagg to stop eating cheese,”

“Oh? Buguinette, I’m confused on this magazine’s quiz. It’s saying how did my first kiss go. Do I put down that time you kissed the evil out of me when Kim was akumatised as Dislocoeur? Or when we got hit by Oblivio? Or when you landed one on me when I was pretending to be a statue- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DON’T COUNT!? OF COURSE THEY DO.”

- Since he’s over at the Dupain-Cheng’s residence regularly, along with Alya and Nino, they often help out in the bakery. Whenever Adrien’s working at the till, a lot of customers ask what he’s doing working at the bakery. Everyone (whilst Marinette’s too busy blushing in the corner) responds proudly that he’s the future son-in-law.

- As we know, personal space doesn’t exist for Adrien. Marinette has a fever? He’ll get up in her face and lean his forehead against hers to check. Marinette accidentally hurt herself? He’ll be an absolute worrywart, checking her all over and babbling if she’s okay. Adrien is tired and sleepy? Too bad for Marinette, she’s his pillow now.

“A-Adrien- I’m fine. You don’t need to check my temperature like that-”

“But you’re all red in the face, ma Princesse-”

“That’s cos you’re too close!”

- Finally, Marinette musters up all her courage and kisses him silly. Literally as soon as he pulls a subtle kabedon on her, she grabs him by the shirt and SMOOCHES.

- i have so many more ideas for this but alas, this post is already too long u_u

#LISTEN I HAVE A NEED FOR LITTLE SHIT FLIRTY ADRIEN #I HAVE TO MAKE MY OWN FOOD #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #adrinette #adrienette #ladynoir #lovesquare #love square #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #as much as i love awkwardly in love post reveal pre relationship #NOTHING IS MORE DELICIOUS THAN CHARACTER A CONSTANTLY SEDUCING CHARACTER B #THE P O T EN T I A L

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wandaromanova · 3 years

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shut your skin tone chicken bone google chrome no home flip phone disowned ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromesome metronome dimmandome genome full blown monochrome student loan Indiana Jones Overgrown flintstone x and y hornome friendzone sylvester Stallone Sierra Leoan autozone homophone cyclone head earphone ozone warzone jawbone unknown full grown patrone leave me alone hippodrome professionally seen silver patrone ping pong lin long suck my ding dong headass remote control stage four terminal brain cancer O´Riley autoparts silver bronze ash amino UV light pen sushi ram ramen harrison ford gamer bitch ass virgin lamb thermometer lean mean string bean Charlie Sheen limousine canteen trampoline serpentine anti histamine wolverine submarine unclean nectarine broken gine halloween detective spleen smoke screen james dean putting green tiny peen anti vaccine aquamarine eugene extra green nicotine vaseline jelly bean magazine protein ligthing McQueen vending machine whatchu mean ocean man by ween head ass tf up bitchignore ur dad u left u for befted ceffed for death looking ass no dad bad looking brad with chad on chat no life no crime goody too shoes eat my poo call of doo doo advanced poo poo coo coo looking boo who crying loo loo a boo boo coon ass monkey ass ape ass warzone looking sheep ass beep ass looking mother fucking deep ass deadass forcast outcast no mask u virgin for life stabbed with knife idiotoctonife asswipe ugly ass feet licking creep listening to lil peep ass not neat looking roblox meep looking minecraft block headed beheaded deafened befended undeafened no leanded needing feeding fat ass bat to the head ur mom dead children not fed no that no but ur twist jutt like what the fuck ugly face ur life taken away whip nae nae ur dad fade first-aid kit looking ass donkey fuckey ducky ugly mother fucker on a trucker no lifer idiocter fat doctor so shut the fuck up bitch dick shit eater IT the clown mouthed downsided tf up

…..what the fuck is this????

#ask

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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years

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mhmngh your fics are so cute! if you write for female character, can i request Izumi x Reader? i need some appreciations for our dear Director-chan uwu

Thank you so much! You make me blush!~ \(//∇//)\ mhh... I think that I never wrote for a fem!character, so yeah! I will try it out and hipe that I will write Izumi-Chan good!~

Izumi Tachibana x Reader - Headcanon

🍛 We all know that Izumi is smart, but oh no… Why was she so oblivious when it comes to your crush on her? Like… Everybody already figured out! It even made Masumi jealous and always grumpy, whenever you talked to her or barely touched her. … Did you just pat her head? Better run away! Grumpy Masumi is coming!

🍛 All in all, everybody shipped you two. They even have shipping-names for you two, which makes Izumi laugh, not understanding that you have feelings for the curry-lover. They even bet when you finally confess to her, I mean… You kinda have to so that she will realize it! I hope that you are brave enough!

🍛 “Izumi are you making curry again?” – “Yes, but this time, I made it a little bit different! I-“ And she talked with enthusiasm about her curry. Every Mankai Troupe Member just left the building, in hope to get something else and not her “famous curry”, while you sat there next to her, listing every word she talked about. (and hope that Masumi won’t come back so fast)

🍛 So one day you stood in front of her room, taking deep breaths. In and out. Even tried a few mantras to keep you calm, until the Mankai Director bumped into you. “Ohh, (y/n)! What are you doing here? Do you need help with something?” She asked you with a smile set on her lips like on every other day you see her.

🍛 “I like you!” That was unexpected for the both of you... “O-Oh… I wanted to tell you it later but-“ – “Oh, I like you too. I like everyone here.”

🍛 But don’t give up! Yeahhh, maybe she kind of friendzoned you, but it was because she didn’t realized that it was a damn confession!

🍛 “Want to go to the new curry restaurant nearby? The others don’t want to go there.” She asked you as her eyes brighten, thinking about her favorite food. Letting out a soft sigh, you nodded your head and followed her.

🍛 After a month, you had some courage to confess your feelings again, after that one failed day you never wanted to think about. So here you stood. In front of the girl of your dreams, as she went on about a few things. What was she talking about? Something that the boys did? Curry again? Theater or maybe something she read in one of the magazines that laid on the desk near her. Facing her, you cupped her face in your hands as she stopped her rambling, confused of what you wanted to do next, you kissed her soft lips for a second before flicking her on the forehead. “I like you in that kind of way, Izumi-Chan! Please, remember it next time I tell you it again. I like you.”

🍛 “Hey… Soo….” You scratched your head. “Want to go to your favorite restaurant? As a date?”

🍛 “Yeah!” Grabbing each other’s hands, smiling like children in a candy store, you finally had your first date.

#a3 imagines #a3 x reader #a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! x reader #act! addict! actors!#a3! imagines #izumi tachibana #tachibana izumi #izumi tachibana x reader #izumi tachibana imagine #izumi tachibana imagines #tachibana izumi x reader #tachibana izumi imagine #tachibana izumi imagines

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babykatsu · 4 years

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PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

WORDCOUNT: n/a

RATING: sfw ☁️

GENRE: angst, fluff if you squint

WARNINGS:honestly just kinda sad,no sexual acts, aged up, unrequited love.

⤷ SYNOPSIS: time heals but not in your case. of course it didn’t heal anything. As days passed, it turned to weeks and months and eventually years of you burying down your feelings for katsuki. but nothing could erase the compassion you held for him... maybe after years of bottling up everything, it was time to speak out.

AUTHORS NOTE:

I SPELT IT WRONG IN THE TITLE SORRYYY🥺i’m just going to say sorry in advance for this fic😅😅 i just felt angsts and wrote up something in an hour so here you goooo. pls don’t read if you want something fluffy🥺

‘la douleur exquise

(n.) the heart wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.’

your eyes scanned the magazine, eyes gently falling onto the ‘word of the day’ section. The irony in the chosen word bringing the all to familiar sting in your heart to burst. After years of distancing yourself and trying to move on, your stupid feelings for the boy never went away. Even when you tried to sit down and do one thing to distract your mind from the male who swirled never endlessly in your mind, of course something would bring the memory of him back.

It sucked. No matter where you looked, he was there. Not physically of course, but symbolically.

You want to go out and eat? suddenly you over hear someone ordering the spiciest dish on the menu. You want to listen to music? the song is about unrequited love. You want to go out for a hike? you get stupid mountain climbing leaflets bombarding your vision. HELL, you want to literally just breathe and his scent surrounds you.There’s no escape.

In frustration, you shut the magazine that rested atop your kitchen counter and ignored its existence. This must be some cruel joke. It’s not fair. Maybe it’s selfish to think that way but it’s hard to not wish things were different. Out of all the people in the world it had to be you, stuck with feelings that never faded no matter your countless attempts to rid yourself or them. Fate was really having a laugh, shoving stupid relations of bakugou your way. From his hobbies and interests to his heroic work to flood your social media timeline. It had to be a cruel joke. But unfortunately it wasn’t. This was your reality.

You deeply inhaled as you restated your head in your palms, your elbows on the counter as you dangled your feet from the chair you sat in. You usually refused to let your mind wonder like this, torturing itself with the thought of him, the man you desired most in the world. But today was different, you let the reminiscing come and go as it pleased, taking every smooth emotion blow that came with.

Your thought of your time at u.a, the simpler times. The memory of when you and bakugou had hung out alone for the first time, taking a stroll in some park you didn’t remember the name of. But you remembered one thing for certain, that day you fucked everything up for yourself and fell for the glistening look in his vermillion eyes. you saw a side of him you never even thought existed. Selflessly, he gave you his jacket to you as he watched shivers roll down your body as the evenings cold grew deeper, he cracked a couple jokes and gently wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

It may have just been in a friendly way looking back on it now, but you didn’t know any better at the time. That’s when another thought surfaced.

Graduation day. The way you watched the boy you grew to love slowly fade as time withered away. You smiled and laughed along with the other students but you couldn’t help the glances you shot bakugous way, glances he never returned instead keeping his focus else where. You hadn’t seen him since then. The bittersweet memory of the last hug you two shared that afternoon before going your separate ways. No exchange in mumbers, confessions or the cliche kiss. none of it.

You fell for him when he gestured kindness your way, tricking yourself that the feeling was mutual.

Tears glossed your eyes, blurring your vision, the dim yellow lights in your kitchen scattering across your vision. It’s so pathetic to cry over a boy but you couldn’t help it. Words couldn’t describe the feelings you harboured for him. He was unattainable and you knew it. The countless times he’d reject other girls, constant mention of him not wanting relationships and the blatant friendzoning you received. The signs were all there. Only if you actually noticed it at the time, you wouldn’t be in this predicament now.

You’d do anything to have another chance with him. You couldn’t do anything in peace without the memory of him invading your space. You couldn’t have him, and that only made you want him more. He’s too far out of reach now.

Your tears soon rushed out, trickling down your flushed cheeks, softly splattering on the counter. In frustration you bunched your fists, slamming them down. This isn’t fucking fair. Why can’t this feeling just leave with him? why are you haunted with this draining emotional baggage?

Life isn’t fair...

Years of hoping he’d finally come around only to be left in the dark. Not that you blamed him, he didn’t know how you felt, or at least he avoided it. Another whole year of trying to drown out the feeling, completely unsuccessful. Maybe if you just confessed you’d get closure, maybe even a chance with him? You’re probably just feeding yourself false hope again but you can’t keep these emotions inside you any longer, it hurts too much.

You blinked the tears out your eyes, hoping they’d stop pouring out soon as you grabbed your phone. Twitter. It didn’t take long to find his profile.

Your eyes scanned his profile for a minute, admiring the cocky smirk that sprawled across his lips as he posed for a photo taken by Kirishima, kaminari in the background grinning at the camera. You couldn’t help but smile at the photo as well. You’re glad Katsuki is happy, but the selfish side of you wishes you were the cause for the smile on his face. Before you find something you’d regret seeing on his profile, your finger darts to direct message him. A nervous pit boiled at the bottom of your somach, nervous to shoot him a message. this is far too awkward. Your mouth ran dry as you stared at the glass screen.

It all happened so fast. He was on the way to your apartment after a few other exchanges in text. Fuck. Impulsive emotional decision making is never ideal.

For a moment, you wonder if this will finally be your happily ever after, the one where you so desperately craved to soothe the burning feeling that tormented you. Maybe fate would finally do you a favour and give you a helping hand. Maybe, just maybe.

A loud set of knocks hit your front door. Your heart sank as your nerves kicked in. That was fast.

You wanted to stall for time and not open the door so quickly, maybe even calm down before you were greeted by him for the first time in forever. But there was no time, you promised you wouldn’t waste it.

Speeding to the door, you unlocked it and peered your head through. Knees instantly week as you felt faint at the site of him. Not because of his good looks or anything, but his presence felt so foreign to you now you couldn’t help but feel like this moment wasn’t real. Nervously, you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“want to come in?” you gestured towards the male as you opened the door wider.

You watched him, analysing his expressions, his stance, his clothes. He wore some loose black joggers, paired with the same coloured tank top and sneakers. The familiar jacket warming his body, the jacket he generously offered you time ago.

“no. just get it over and done with” He was most likely grumped than usual due to his lack of sleep.

you were nervous to begin, but you had to let this all out. finally. One last deep breath before you started talking. Suddenly, excitement flooded your system at the prospect of him feeling the same.

“Listen, i’m glad you came all the way here. Honestly. I just wanted to say that, i know it’s strange but i really like you Katsuki”

He cringed at the first name basis as you began your talk.

“I’ve liked you for a long time but i never had the guts to confess. I’m sorry, i know it’s been so long and you’ve probably forgetting everything by now. you know, us being friends and all-“

you wanted to continue talking, the confession bringing a strange soothing feeling to you. But your words were cut short by bakugou.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” his facial expression was unreadable.

“i’m not interested. never was. never will be y/n”

The sudden rejection hit you hard. The little bit of hope you had soon vanished. This wasn’t some fairytale, he wasn’t just magically going to fall for you after all this time. Your dreams were shattered, heart sore and empty as you felt yourself at a loss for words.

“i’m sorry. you deserve better” he spoke once more, his significantly larger hand resting on top of your shoulder.

“but you wasted my time”

you wanted to yell at him, speak maybe. just say anything but your words choked up in your throat. You wasted his time? does he know how much of your time you had wasted on him and you couldn’t even do anything about it. Maybe the rejection will set you free.

You watched as he pulled away, saying his goodbye before shutting the front door behind him. You couldn’t even cry now. he’s gone for good.

He still is unattainable. I guess you could say that the ‘word of the day’ really applied to you right now.

la douleur exquise.

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