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iluvmattsbeard · 5 days

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chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: nothing! just a little angst.

preview: you knew with Chris being famous there would be constant obstacles in the way of your guys relationship. recently, you’ve been having doubts with your relationship since Chris and his brothers left for tour. you wouldn’t be able to see him for almost two months. you couldn’t handle the distance but Chris reassures you everything will be okay.

a/n: big time rush + chris sturniolo. my two favorites at once. masterpiece. - L 🤍

you stand there as you watch the boys load the bus with their luggage. they were leaving for their first tour ever. it was a bitter sweet moment. as happy as you were for the boys, you couldn't help but feel sad at the same time. you and Chris haven't been separated for so long. now he's going to be gone for almost two whole months. Chris asked if you wanted to come along, but you were so busy with college. you and Chris have been dating since high school. so him gaining so much popularity to the point people are paying to see him, has you feeling proud and worried.

you snap out of your thoughts when you hear Nick speak, "well, that was the last bag." you pout slightly as he embraces you in a hug. "I hope you have fun Nick." you say rubbing his back. it was also bitter sweet for you to see Nick and Matt gain so much attention as well. Nick and Matt were like the siblings you never had. you basically grew up with them. "thank you y/n. we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." he says with a smile, pulling away. you were always there by their side no matter what, supporting them. you gave them ideas for videos and you helped film them. when they were doubting themselves, you were there to encourage them to keep pushing. now look, they finally got the recognition they deserve.

Matt embraces you in a hug as he speaks, "we'll update you okay?" you nod and smile. now, the moment you've been dreading. you pull away from Matt when you meet eyes with Chris. you cover your mouth slightly as you try to hold in your tears with a smile. he walks up to you and pulls you in for a big hug, holding you. "hey, don't cry okay? I'll be back soon." he says with his face in the crook of your neck. you sniffle with a soft laugh before speaking, "I know. i’m just so proud of you three." he pulls away a bit still holding onto you. he looks into your eyes as he wipes your tears away. "i'll be fine!" you say with a weak smile. "I'll text and call you every day okay?" he says reassuringly. you nod as he holds your face, bringing you both into a soft passionate kiss. "I love you y/n." he whispers after pulling away. "I love you too Chris." you say wiping your left over tears. you hug one last time before he turns around and gets on the bus.

you stand there as you see the three of them look out the window towards you. you laugh softly as you wave good bye, with them doing the same. when they leave, you walk to your car and sit in there bawling your eyes out right away. you really hoped Chris would keep his words.

the next day, you wake up to seeing a text from Chris.

Chris

hey baby! we're preparing for our show today. can't stop thinking about you already!

you smile before texting back.

Y/N

hi handsome! I hope you have a good show. I know you'll do amazing!

Chris

thank you! you're my motivation.

you let out a small laugh as you get up and start off your day. day 1 without him starts now. you do your morning routine and head to your kitchen. you made yourself a bowl of cereal and sat down scrolling on your phone. when on Twitter, you were seeing fans of the triplets talk about how excited they were to see them. you saw some fans talk about how attractive Chris was and how even more attractive he would look in person. your heart tightens a bit at the comments. you knew you were all his but, sometimes you couldn't help but imagine all these girls all over him. you just shrug off the thoughts that popped up into your head.

as it got later in the day, you continued to scroll through Twitter again as you see the meet and greet pics fans posted. it was weird seeing Chris have his hands on some other girl. but what did you expect? you sigh as a call comes through. it was Chris. you pick it up and answer, "hey Chris" "hey baby. we just got finished with the first show! as nervous as I was, it actually went great. everyone was so nice!" he says happily. "that's awesome Chris. i've seen many meet and greet pics already." you say. "what's wrong y/n?" he asks. your eyes widen a bit as you respond, "what? nothing. why do you think something is wrong?" you say lying through your teeth.

he lets out a small chuckle before responding, "i'm pretty sure I know you. we've been together for how long now? I think I know the way you act." you stay quiet for a bit. he wasn’t wrong. "okay fine, i'm just being a little jealous. you look so cute posing with the fans. a little too cute." you respond. "you? jealous?" he questions with a soft laugh, "well i’ll have you know, you’re all i’m thinking about the whole time." he says. you smile a bit before responding, "okay well still! they get to be in your arms while I have to sit here and suffer." "well like I said, we'll be together after and you'll have me all to yourself when all of this is over okay?" he reassures you. "okay i'm sorry. I know this is your big moment. i don’t want to spoil it by being like this." you say letting out a small nervous laugh. "yeah but your feelings are valid baby." he says.

you both talk for the rest of the night before falling asleep on the phone. as time goes by, it's already the 7th show of the tour. Chris has been progressively getting busier and you had to focus on school. so, your conversations were kept short recently. it was late in the night already as you laid there sniffling. you were left on delivered for a while. yeah you knew he was busy but, this is what you were afraid of. your biggest fear was Chris getting caught up in the limelight that he just has no time for you. you shut your eyes and cry yourself to sleep.

Chris

hey baby! I'm sorry I didn't call you last night. I was so tired out.

all you did was look at it and not respond. you didn't want him to think he had to text you or call you. he should just focus on himself you thought. you didn't want him to think you wanted to be his number 1 priority. you just shut your phone and start off your daily routine.

Chris

hey what are you up to? show is about to start. the weather is nice here in St Louis. I miss you.

you read the text but don't respond again. you were too caught up in your studying to send back a text anyways. you just needed to be distracted.

later in the night, you laid in bed as you see another text.

Chris

is everything okay? are you mad at me?

again, you shut off your phone and drifted off to sleep. after about a hour, your phone buzzes. you groan and pick it up to read the contact name. it was Chris again. you answer and talk tiredly, "hello Chris?" you hear him sniffle before talking, "hey y/n. did I wake you up?" his voice sound raspy. was he crying? "yes but it's okay. what's wrong?" you say sitting up in your bed. "I just missed your voice that's all. I'm sorry I can't be able to talk as much and when shows are over, I just get so tired out." he says. "that's alright." you say feeling terrible. you were so caught up in your feelings that you didn't realize Chris felt the same way. "I know this is all hard right now. just know i'm thinking about you everywhere I go. when I go from city to city, you're always on my mind and there's nothing more that I want but to have you here with me." he says making a tear drop slide down your face.

"I just didn't realize it would be this hard." you say wiping your tear away, letting out a soft laugh. "trust me, I know. we just have to be strong okay?" he says. "soon we'll be together." he adds on. you smile at his words as you whisper, "I love you" "I love you too beautiful." he says. but you still couldn’t shake off the thought. he’s only getting more famous. next thing you know, he’ll just be even busier. it had you doubting everything.

*time skip*

a few days later, you came home from work bawling your eyes out. you were feeling overwhelmed by everything. you have a terrible boss and he would use his power against everybody. you laid down on your bed with your dirty clothes as you pick up your phone to call Chris. there was no answer. you threw your phone across the bed as you pressed your face against your mattress crying some more. is this how it'll be from now on? when you need him, he's too busy? you felt selfish thinking that. Chris worked hard for where he's at now. but what about you?

you just shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep. you felt like everyday was just a constant replay. nothing was new. you were either at home doing school, actually going to school to take exams, or at work being treated terribly. while Chris was having the time of his life.

*time skip*

even though Chris reassured you everything will be fine, you couldn't help but feel disappointed still. when you called, he wouldn't answer. when you texted, he texted hours later. it was making you more upset. you only asked for one thing. it was for him to communicate, but he didn't. you always felt like he was leaving you hanging. you scroll on your phone as you see posts from the tour and sigh.

Y/N

Chris I don't know if I could do this.

Chris

what are you talking about baby?

Y/N

this. I can't stand this. I know this is your first tour but, now I can't even imagine more in the future.

again, you felt guilty for feeling this way. you see him type but eventually it stops. you suddenly get an incoming call from him. you pick up about to speak but he cuts you off, "y/n please. listen to me." "this tour will be over soon. once it's over, we'll pick up right where we left off. I know it's hard but, you're not alone. do you think i just let you slip off my mind?" he says. "Chris, I understand you feel the same and trust me I feel terrible even feeling this way but, you're only getting more noticed. who knows how many more tours you'll be on. what am I supposed to do? because even when you are here, you're so caught up with You tube and I just don't want to get in between that." you say. "and when I needed you? you didn't answer me. then you didn't even apologize the next day for it."

Chris stays quiet as he gulps. "I don't know Chris. how will this all work out if this is what you do? this is your job, and I just don't fit in." you finish. "well i'm not the only one whose said this, my brothers also agree that I wouldn't even be here with these opportunities if it weren't for you. all I ask is for you to support me no matter where I am. just because we aren't near each other, doesn't mean this won't work. you do fit in my life. just because I have all this recognition, doesn't mean i'm just going to give up on us. you're the only one who truly knows. you knew me from the start. you do fit in." he says as you let out a sigh, "I can't do this i'm sorry." you say before hanging up.

Chris was left standing there slowly pulling his phone away from his ear. you shut off your phone while hugging one of the stuffed animals Chris got you back in high school. you look at it as you thought to yourself. you missed how simple things use to be.

Chris POV

it's been a while ever since I last heard from y/n. every show has been a struggle for me. we were slowly getting towards the end, but was it worth it? was this all worth it without y/n? our Boston show is our last stop. that was coming up in a few days.

Chris

we can work this out.

i've been texting her and all she does is read them. why couldn't she realize this was hard for me too? "Chris?" I hear Nick call out for me. all I do is look up at him. "we have to set up for today." he says. "yeah i'll be there." I respond looking back at my phone. "Chris, everything will be okay. she'll come around." he says putting a hand on my shoulder. I sigh before responding, "I understand where she comes from. this is all so new. but even when we aren't touring, we let filming get in the way too." "well, don't think about it too hard. I know she'll come around." Nick says before walking away. I really hope so. my heart aches every time i think about her.

End of Chris POV

time passes by as it's now the last show. the triplets finally arrive back to Boston and the first thing Chris wants to do is see you.

Chris

y/n we just got to Boston. please let me see you.

read.

Chris

please i’m back. this is what we’ve been waiting for.

read.

Chris puts his face into his hands as he groans. "come on Chris. lets go stop by the house and say hi to mom and dad." Matt says patting his back. Chris sits up, “have you heard from y/n?” he asks. Matt just looks at him and shakes his head, “nope.” Chris just sighs and nods, “well if she texts, tell her to answer me.” he says.

later during the day, after visiting their parents, the triplets finally arrive at the venue. Chris was washing his face real quick before putting on his outfit. he looks in the mirror shaking his head, "here we go." he whispers out. the time comes and the crowd can be heard chanting. the triplets come out running onto stage as the crowd cheers louder. their show then starts. the show was hilarious. it was obvious the triplets were meant to be up on stage. the fans were really loving them.

after a bit, something catches Chris' eyes. it was a big sign that read 'I love Chris!". "that's a pretty big sign." Chris says into the mic. "is that even allowed?" he continues with a small laugh. "your right. nobody else has signs." Matt says joining with a laugh.

"show yourself!" Nick shouts out into the mic. the sign moves revealing a face. "i'm sorry! I didn't get the memo!" you shout out. Chris locks eyes with you as his mouth is left agape in shock. you smile at him as you hear the crowd cheer. the fans obviously knew about you from the start. they adored your guys' relationship.

"hello y/n!" Nick shouts out with a smile. "surprise!" Matt says shaking Chris. Chris then gets off the stage as he pushes through the crowd to get to you. you drop the sign onto the ground as he embraces you in a hug, nearly lifting you up.

"you scared me y/n." he says hiding his face in the crook of your neck. the crowd was going crazy. Marylou and Jimmy were standing there next to you guys, clapping and smiling. you pull away from him as you look into his eyes, "I'm sorry for ever doubting us." you say. he shakes his head before responding, "don't even apologize y/n. i'm just happy you're here." you let out a small laugh as you push him away softly, "okay we'll talk after the show! get back up there." he nods as he kisses you on the cheek, running back up onto stage.

when the show ends, you meet Chris backstage and he embraces you in the same big hug from earlier. "I can't handle another goodbye." Chris whispers. "next time, you're coming with me you understand?" he says. you let out a giggle and kiss his cheek, "okay I will.” you say. “we have lots to talk about.” he says pulling away, planting a soft kiss on your lips. you smile and nod as you both sit down with him talking about the whole experience. even though you doubted this whole thing, you don't regret being in this moment right now. you'll go through what you went through over again if it means you'll be in his arms in the end. no matter what, world wide.

a/n: if you know the iconic sign scene from the show, you know what’s up. LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU! - L 🤍

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abbyslev · 11 months

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𝒀𝑼𝑼𝑱𝑰 𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

A/N: hello my angels! recovery has not been well unfortunately. i feel like shit and i’m so dizzy and hungry but everything hurts so i can’t eat properly. i wish i could write more than i have but i’m constantly asleep or woozy off the meds. i’m so sorry, i wanted to get request done but i have 0 energy. i hope to get better soon so i can get back to writing for you guys! here’s something that’s been sitting in the drafts for a while. sorry again :(

A/N: i hate to have to ~clarify~ this but this is completely platonic!! i just yuuji sm i wish he was real😔💔

HEAVY CUDDLER

awh when he gets a good grade on his test he will always thank you for supporting him :(

always carries stuff in his pockets for you??

chapstick? he’s got it! pad? he’s got it! tissue? no worries! lash glue? give him a second! hair tie? turn around so he can braid your hair!

and you do the same for him, since he always forgets about himself :(

he’s allllwayssss playing with your hair it’s so adorable

when you guys make plans he likes to sit on your bed and watch you get ready

camera roll is FILLED with selfies he took of himself

when you’re in public and run into some old friends he will grab the hem of your shirt and just smile

sukuna likes to tear you down so yuuji does try his best to keep sukuna away from you :(

BEST HYPE MAN EVER omg like you’ll post on your socials and in a second he has alr liked, reposted, commented, EVERYTHING!!

comes to you for any advice he needs

was so happy when you met megumi and nobara and genuinely got along with them

you guys take turns cooking dinners!

he sleeps over at your dorm a lot

it’ll be 3 am and you hear a knock on your door

yuuji’s there with his messy hair and shy smile

“Fine. But you have to make my bed.”

you can’t even tell me he doesn’t make the best dinners

you guys take turns on making dinners

movie night on friday’s!

you guys do missions together

gojo thinks you two work amazing together

random staring contest out of nowhere

you guys text 24/7

“hey, look at this!” “one second, i’m texting yuuji.”

he LOVES giving you piggy back rides cause he’s a beast like that

he goes “huh?” AT EVERYTHING YOU SAY

shared earbuds everywhere!

walks? you have one and he has one. one the way home on a bus? shared! after workouts and you guys are cooling down? shared again!

ooo late night walks

he always falls asleep on your shoulder on the bus :(

shyly asks you for advice on girls

“just be yourself and she’s gonna love you!” “but idk how to flirt :(“

texts you “are you asleep” but it doesn’t matter either way because he’s gonna spam you

send you random pictures throughout the day

your homescreen is yuuji and you posing in front of a giant tourist attraction

you two are inseparable

whenever you go out and make conversation with the pretty cashier, yuujis like “ooo she was so cute! did you get her number?”

biggest supporter for everything, does not matter what you choose he’s right behind you!

doesn’t want you involved in really dangerous missions, just the ones you can handle

he doesn’t want you to worry about him either :(

you constantly have to reach up and fix his hair cause he’s silly like that

BYE the biggest gentlemen ever

door? open for you. shoe untied? he’s on it. car door? open for you! only one seat in the train? it’s for you, he’ll stand!

takes the WORST pictures of you and claims they’re masterpieces

the best friend everyone needs :( yuuji supremacy!!!

#jjk manga #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk yuuji #yuuji x reader #jujutsu kaisen yuuji #jjk #jujutsu yuji #yuuji itadori #yuuji fluff #jujutsu itadori #itadori fluff #itadori x you #itadori x y/n

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x-heesy · 8 months

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Masterpiece:

Thanks for the comment, I like that

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You can like me on it

Thanks for the petition, I'm out of here

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You are welcome to accompany me

Stern App, Bahn App, Tier Apps, Sky bet

Vine App, I don't give a fuck

Write it down on a piece of paper what you forget

What was the search term again? huh

I put my avatar in the bin

Sascha Lobo likes it, Peter Lustig, I'm coming!

Opinions can generally be disputed

How many more petitions should I sign?!

I like that it's a girl

Shitstorm Attack, Parainstalled

I like it, giant octopus spotted

Like thing button, scroll to the next

I like the new Fixie Store

Why did I like it? I hate sports

I like that you don't like that

Shut the flap, pull the plug, get out into the world

(Bye, ciao)

Thanks for the comment, I like that

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You can like me on it

Thanks for the petition, I'm out of here

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You are welcome to accompany me

Follow, post, hide, host

I have to go online, I'm dying of thirst

I need to filter friends, picture off, picture on

Single hunters are poaching

I have to like Jesus, order Learjets

Call for styles and new statements

Play as a team and stream on Hard

Random point of view, thank you

I like that you love protests

That you don't drink at all and yet read Bukowski

I like it, greetings from the torture chamber

Great you're pregnant, it's awesome

I like it, the guy really splashed himself

My timeline was full of it yesterday

I like what do you mean by damage?

It's his problem, he uploaded it himself (Yes!)

Thanks for the comment, I like that

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You can like me on it

Thanks for the petition, I'm out of here

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You are welcome to accompany me

like my ass

I like who died there

Another one over the Jordan (rest in peace)

I like your new tattoo on your arm

Look here, the sweet baby llama, how it's teething

I like your new pics from yesterday

With your sisters, invites you to gossip

I like that you have a different opinion

Come on, just messed around a bit

Thanks for the comment, I like that

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You can like me on it

Thanks for the petition, I'm out of here

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You are welcome to accompany me

@frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bigbonzo @derflaneur 😂

Like mich am Arsch by Deichkind 🎧

#i pee in my pants #gif mood board #mood in between #deichkind #8/2023 #Punks aren’t dead #exploring music #international Beats #musick #x-heesy #fucking favorite #music #now playing #spotify #music and art

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choccyhearts · 1 year

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90's!Eddie Headcanons

Note: I always like imagining how Eddie would adapt with the 90's since it is lowkey very different from the 80's, so here's some random thoughts ^_^

CW:

Cut his hair around the beginning of the decade

I really couldn't tell you why my brain won't let this go, but I really believe that he would've thought that The Blair Witch Project was real (like not for a suuuper long time, but maybe before seeing it he would)

(But he would NOT have made that mistake again with Paranormal Activity in the 00's...totallyyyy...)

He prepared for Y2K "just in case"

He told the others that it was stupid and that people were all worked up over nothing

But did drag along a case of beans, beer and a first-aid kit with him to Steve's New Year's Eve party "just in case"

(He left his other favorite belongings in his van)

His precious van did sadly break down but that was okay cause he ended up just getting a new one instead :)

He refuses to not drive a van, honestly

Would maybe depart from that though if he had access to hearse

Despite being the rough around the edges metalhead he is, he would find a love for Britney Spears

Like ya know how today there's a collection of metalheads who love Carly Rae Jepsen and see her as their emotional support pop girly? That's what Britney is for him

Thought Scream was a masterpiece and forced the others to dress up as the characters with him for Halloween (you can take your guess as to who he was...)

(Stu, duh.)

Speaking of Halloween costumes, the older gang would also dress up as the Friends characters (because c'mon, these are yt ppl..) (He was Joey because he refused to be anyone else) (Yes him and Steve argued over it resulting in a coin toss to make the decision) (Steve was Ross)

He's def a Seinfeld>Friends kinda guy

He's also a Simpsons>Family Guy kinda guy

Fuckin' loves DunkAroos

Got lost at a Nirvana concert (this applies to both Rockstar!Eddie or regular Eddie)

Rockstar!Eddie and Corroded Coffin went on SNL

Eddie told Mike Myers he was hilarious but kept calling him "Michael" to be "respectful" (also cause he thought it was hilarious)

Got Adam Sandler's autograph for Steve

Isn't a fan of ICP or juggalos but can accept them from afar

(Is highkey thankful he went to high school in the 80's because otherwise he would've had some juggalos sitting at the Hellfire table)

Celebrated the beginning of his 30's with a bottle of champagne and a pack of DunkAroos

Would also mourn his 20s but not entirely

His first time using the Internet, he looked up porn

Not cause he was in the mood or anything, but just to see what was there

He's not allowed to use Steve's computer anymore

Embraced the younger ones' new phases :

Lucas styling himself after Will Smith in Fresh Prince (which btw not an Eddie hc but Lucas and Max dressed as Men in Black for Halloween on year, okay bye)

Max definitely embraced the grunge style of dress

El loving riot grrrl bands due to their boldness and unabashed expression of emotions (Eddie thinks it's badass)

The boys' love for video games surging due to history being made before their very eyes (Sonic, Crash, Super Mario 64, etc.)

Eddie gets high and watches Kevin Smith movies

Misses his long hair after watching Jay & Silent Bob :(

Likes Goosebumps books and collects them for his future children

The whole crew went to go see Space Jam expecting it to be really dumb and dopey

Everyone left with their lives changed

Forced Steve and Lucas to teach him basketball

It went exactly how you'd expect it go

Fell asleep watching Titanic at movie night

Freaked TFFF out when he got high and watched the Truman Show

Then let his fear subside and would make jokes

"Steve, move out of the way, you're blocking my good angle" *is staring at a plant pot*

Wants smoke with the Chucky doll

Tried growing out a small beard towards the end of the decade

Didn't really feel it, will try again in his 40s

Rockstar!Eddie bought Wayne a house in '95

Made sure the kitchen had lots of cupboard space

Eddie didn't cry until he was leaving after moving Wayne in

Wayne didn't cry until he started putting up picture frames of Eddie through out the years

Mechanic!Eddie saved up for a house for the two of them to rent

Either version Eddie got Wayne a black labrador

Wayne was your typical "I don't need a dog to worry about, messing up my furniture" type of man

They're attached at the hip after one day

"This Green Day isn't half bad"

Despite knowing that it isn't his first actual drink, Eddie is psyched to take Dustin out for his 21st birthday, just the two of them

Steve tracks them down, upset he wasn't the one to buy Dustin his first drink

Dustin doesn't even care as long as he isn't the one paying

This would be the decade that Eddie properly settles down with someone

Gets married early in the decade

Decides to have kids towards the end of the decade/early 00s

I'm gonna cap it here ^_^

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #st4 #eddie munson headcanons #90s eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #mechanic!eddie

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jinx-you-owe-me · 2 months

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PART 11

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

Narrator (audiobook): Our friends are expecting the worst, and then comes an unexpected answer.

Nichtraucher: (takes a long breath and breathes out the smoke) „But only outside.“ Jo (cheering): „Yes! Yes! Thank you! Bye!“

Narrator (audiobook): You can see the hint of a smile on Robert’s face before he takes another deep drag and disappears in the inside of the wagon. The Externs contentedly make their way back.

(Nichtraucher in the background: coughes and wheezes before he closes his door)

Matze: „What kind of a strange guy was that?“ Uli: „Creepy, right?“ Martina: „How did you do that?“ Jo: „I think we should call him the Nonsmoker.“ Matze: „Huh?? But he’s smoking.“

SCENE CHANGE - the Internals carry their filming equipment along the path that leads to the Nichtraucher‘s wagon.

Narrator (Nichtraucher): I’ve told them multiple times that my name is Robert. But by now I like my nickname better.

Narrator (audiobook): And so the four get to work and start with the filming. The Externs have caught wind of it by now, and they’re secretly watching the film crew.

Ruda: „Is that a wagon?!“ Ruda: „Duck!“

Jo: „Ok. And Action! You open up like a flower!“

Jo: „… Exactly! The alien feels at home!“

Narrator (audiobook): The alien is portrayed by Uli, who looks like the extraterrestrial version of a frog princess in his costume.

Jo: „Dance around, feel free! Perfect!“

Narrator (Nichtraucher): The film that the four wanted to shoot for the end of the school year was a science-fiction masterpiece and was about how school might look in the distant future. You don’t sit in the classroom anymore, and instead fly to where you can experience something. An unknown planet with aliens, for example. Together you master adventures and make friends across worlds.

Jo: „Perfect. And you discover Uli! The alien! What is this?! You see two new humans on your planet!“ Jo: „Matze, Martina! You have a plan how to gain Uli’s trust. You find an apple.“ Jo: „You pick it… Exactly! Really slowly, like you’re on the moon.“

Jo: „Perfect! Exactly like that, yes!“

Jo: „And you draw him to you. With the apple.“ Matze: „Come here, come here…“ Jo: „Show us the apple, show us the apple. Very nice.“

Narrator (audiobook): The film shooting is in full swing and so far, everything is going to plan. Martina and Matze play astronauts who explore distant galaxies. Robert watches the kids attentively and seems to enjoy it. As well as his redecorated train wagon, which now looks like a moon rocket from distant times.

Narrator (audiobook): After the scene is fully shot with the phone, the director Jo asks Robert for his opinion.

Jo: „And, what did you think?“

Nichtraucher: „Good.“

Narrator (Nichtraucher): I couldn’t tell them, but… I hadn’t had that much fun in a long time. Everything was on the way to improvement. For them and for me. Until Jo received a message.

SCENE CHANGE

Narrator (audiobook): Jo walks along a lake shore while she is on the phone with her foster mother.

[Note: the audiobook narration said „stepmother“, but that’s wrong, so I corrected it.]

Jo: „…and I’m directing it. We’ve already filmed 40 minutes. My roommate is also participating.“ Jo's foster mother: „The one you always called 'spießig'?“ Jo: „Yeaaaah. Martina’s quite nice actually.“ Jo's foster mother: „I’m looking forward to meeting her soon!“ Jo: „Me too! But I’m looking forward to Brazil even more. And Mama. I’m so happy she was found.“ Jo's foster mother: „… Jo. She sent us an E-Mail yesterday. She unfortunately can’t make it.“ Jo: „What?“ Jo's foster mother: „I’m sorry.“ Jo: „What did she say?“ Jo's foster mother: „She can’t manage to meet you.“

#dfk 2023 audiobook translation #das fliegende klassenzimmer #dfk #das fliegende klassenzimmer 2023 #the description of ulis costume is so unnecessarily mean?? and why did they have to make it a point to say he looks like a frog PRINCESS #mine #btw when i first watched the movie i was like „i have GOT to show everyone the nichtraucher in this scene“#and here he is :)

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murasaki-cha · 2 years

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So how did TCF take over my life? (Please read it it’s kinda long but really funny)

I actually discovered TCF many months before I started reading it. I think it was around the time that the manhwa had just started and it was appearing a lot in my discover page on Insta. I checked a couple of posts and thought “Hey this is pretty nice (plus I’m always in for a manhwa with a hot redhead)”.

But at the time I was pretty into romance manhwas, so past me looked up if there was any romance in the novel, and when I didn’t read anything about romance + found out that the novel was still ongoing (tho I didn’t know about the amount of chapters at the time), I decided I don’t want to read this, it’s not my thing.

…………….*deep aggressive inhale*

YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH—

*cough* Moving on. So months later, on Agust 22nd at 9:20 PM (yes I have the date saved), I texted my friends “Hey so I’m going to put you guys on mute and read Trash Of The Count’s Family. Bye bitches”. The reason I started it was because I had no new manhwa to read, nothing was catching my eye. And TCF had always been on the back of my head so I decided to give it a try, ongoing novel be damned.

I was still skeptical about the romance part because I’ve had some traumatic experiences with romance in the manhwa’s which I’m not going to go into. Let’s just say, there’s a reason why I read novel spoilers on romance manhwas.

So before I started reading it I looked up the TCF tag on Insta and boy was I shocked to see so much fanart and content. I had never seen such a big fanbase about a manhwa/novel since WMMAP, no this was bigger. I was shocked, I didn’t expect it to be such a big thing. And why the hell did Cale have long hair and a uniform?

So I got a bit more motivated to start reading and ended up staying up until 1:20 AM and my phone battery died. I might have internally screamed because “NOO I NEED MORE”. “Not your thing” huh past me? Dumb whor-

I continued reading the manhwa the next day after, of course, reading spoilers on tumblr and A LOT of incorrect quotes. Yeah I found out about Eruhaben, White Star, sworn brotherhood with Alberu and a lot more while still not finishing the manhwa. Why am I like this?!

I finished the manhwa that day and went to check the novel (I NEEDED CALE WITH LONG HAIR AND BLEEDING DAMN IT!!!!!) and boy was I surprised by the amount of chapters. 730+ chapters at the time! What the hell! And I was in the verge of the new school year too. My senior year!

So I did what any sensible person would do in my position. I made a huge cup of coffee and opened the EAP website.

And I have never regret it for a single second. If I have one regret is that I I can’t go back to the past and sucker punch my past self in the guts when she decided to not read the novel because of the romance. Stupid ass! YOU MISSED THE CHANCE TO READ A MASTERPIECE!!

And getting into TCF has introduced me to so many other beautiful works like ORV, SCTIR, SSSCSH etc etc. My new taste in men is rich single dads who sacrifice themselves a lot.

So that’s my story. If you want please feel free to add your own experience of getting sucked in the hellhole of TCF. And thank you to those who read this far🥰

#tcf #lcf #trash of the count’s family #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #tcf novel #tcf manhwa

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poetryincamelot · 1 year

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Tagged by the always amazing @clotpolesonly. I was actually super excited to get this tag--I haven’t done an ask meme in a long time! ^^

are you named after anyone? Nope, but someone was named after me! :)

when was the last time you cried? I cried watching a Kdrama yesterday (Hi Bye Mama, which I avoided for a long time because I knew it would be sad). I generally cry easily.

do you have kids? Not yet, but I do hope to have 1-2 some day!

do you use sarcasm a lot? Not usually. When I do, it’s very mild and often goes unnoticed :)

what is the first thing you notice about people? Hmm, this is a good question. I’m not actually sure? Maybe their facial expression? I’m notoriously bad at paying attention to other people’s clothes/outfits though.

what color are your eyes? Good old chocolate brown!

scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings! The only scary movie I enjoyed was Get Out, which was a masterpiece

any special talents? Oof, I don’t know if I have any. I can read fairly quickly? Though I can’t read all of Siddhartha at a traffic stop like this guy:

where were you born? Pennsylvania USA

what are your hobbies? I’m very inconsistent with my hobbies but generally enjoy reading, watching new shows, light hikes, and

do you have any pets? I had a fish when I was 10 but it died after a month due to my poor fishkeeping habits. I’m actually looking into getting some more fish within the next few months and doing my due diligence this time.

what sports do you play/have you played? Hahaha (none)

how tall are you? 5′2 (or close enough to it!)

favorite subjects in school? I was a nerd and honestly enjoyed most subjects. English might have been my favorite!

dream job? Already doing it! Working as a child psychologist and loving it :)

Thanks again for the tag, Jess! I’m not quite sure who is active on tumblr anymore so I’ll tag some folks I’ve recently interacted with here!

@dollopheadsandclotpoles @onestrangenovelist @hiko73 @destinedmerthur @reineyday @navybluetriangles @brolinskeep @brunettepet @onceandfuturehighpriestess @theaggresivepacifist @akane022 @kkelenca @lovelylittleraindrop @useitforyou @timehangsbyathread @iamthelastdollophead @reality-schmality @phant0m-l0rd

I know I’ve missed lots of people, so if anyone not tagged sees this, please feel free to fill out and please also tag me so I can get to know you too! :)

#about me #clotpolesonly

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welldonekhushi · 2 years

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Sorry I just can't hold onto my excitement anymore so please MWII SPOILERS AHEAD! Don't go under the cut unless you haven't gone through the game!

THE CAMPAIGN WAS A MASTERPIECE! IT WAS PHENOMENAL AND I CAN'T STOP SOBBING WHILE LOOKING AT IT,,

My mental condition after the game went like:

I'm very, very glad that they also focused on the story and not just the graphics or for the sake of bringing the old characters back. The number of thoughts I have for the game are uncountable because all the time I had been gaping and trying to tell myself "what the frick is happening?!"

Also, I would like to apologise to Alejandro that I doubted he'd betray the 141. King, you dropped your crown! You were too good in the game! 🥺👑

Also, Soap and Ghost looked more like chaotic siblings and I live for that HAHAHA! The missions with Price and Gaz were amazing too! For a second thought I was really scared that Laswell might die but luckily she's okay <3

And I well knew Shepherd was SUS all along, SO WAS SHADOW COMPANY! Graves was a literal arsehole and I thought I'll like him but he deserved to die 😤

AND GUYS KINGFISH IS BACK! THE WAY I SCREAMED SOOOOO BAD,, THE NO RUSSIAN MESSAGE IN THE POST CREDITS SCENE GAVE ME CHILLS, can't wait when the story of it reveals!

Since now Shepherd and Makarov are now the main antagonists after El Sin Nombre, Graves and Hassan, I'm very sure they won't end the story. LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT EHEHEHE—

Okay bye thank you for coming to my ramble session, yay <3

#MWII spoilers #cod #call of duty #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #call of duty modern warfare 2

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smoosnoom · 1 year

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hiii!

moon i’ve already mentioned that i cried like a baby right? it’s never too late to mention it once again bc im not a crybaby and u need to know how u make me feel.

“Winter is slow. It makes him slower than he likes to be” ohhh somebody is projecting once again i see.

do i have to admit now that i probably would enjoy tomato concoction? at least the thing that google showed me

““Don’t say his name,”” what did will do? 🤔

“It’s too early to go to bed. It’s too dark to do anything fun” no literally. the reason winter is my least favorite season.

“Why he’s still thinking about him” he was ur best friend for more than 10 years. ofc u think about him. i bet u think about him every day.

“Mike has never liked thinking” i guess terrible pick up lines not the only thing we have in common with mike

“wisely holding back the fact he probably hasn’t eaten a vegetable in several days” maybe he should try dustin’s tomato dish

“It’s only eight p.m. when his head hits the pillow, and he’s out like a light” honestly? it’s me rn. im not that sleepy but if my head hit pillow i’ll pass out

“he’s beginning to wonder if all the women in his life weightlift in their free time” or maybe just maybe he needs to eat properly

““Someone already wrote about Hannibal.”” LMFAO

“El lets out a sniffle” oh she’s a Manipulator

““Hi,” Will says” the first time he was mentioned by the name and its like.. the middle of the first chapter?

“Mike’s head feels a little bit like it’s been replaced by a tumble of rocks” not for the first time

“because he is an abomination who likes fries dipped in milkshakes” another reason to trust in tomato concoction 🫡

“Mike would bet countless amounts of money that El’s hands are perfectly clean” she’s evil in a good way and i love that about her <3

“The garage is cold and dark when they step out” oh no?? it feels like a good and a bad thing at the same time

““Because you never did!”” so they’re two idiots again?

“”how is this all my fault? Why am I the bad guy?”” ???? oh…

have i ever mentioned why i haven’t listened “evermore” properly? it cause i decided to listen the day it dropped and i was crying so hard i skipped my classes. so yeah i think i feel the right vibe.

and “about you” is my now love. i listen to it since the album was released and i can’t help having butterflies.

so glad that spirits that possess u until u write something didn’t calm down and now we have that heart-wrenching masterpiece <3

can’t wait till the next chapter!

love u, bye 🤍

hellooo alya i am finally . replying to this because u are Crazy .

😭 im so sorry for making u cry ,, if it helps . it was unintentional !

IT WASNT ENTIRELT PROJECTING . actually a lot of it was ok winter makes me so sluggish ☹️

i am Not a fan of tomato . u can have my tomato portions all u want 🍅

yes !!! winter sucks !!!!!!!! u get me

"i bet u think about him everyday" 😭😭 going after his THROAT oh my god

if it helps . ur pick up lines are so bad that they're charming ! :)

omg like popeye he eats a single vegetable and suddenly becomes So Buff

yes !!!! i wanted the first time will's name is mentioned to be Very Special

U LIKE FRIES AND MILKSHAKES ??*=($*÷(÷(÷ ALYA

el using her cuteness for Evil she's everything to me

they're two idiots again ☹️

oh no 😭😭 u are So real for that evermore evokes emotion in me that i can't even describe !!! and I LOVEEEEE ABOUT YOU omg do u also like the 1975 ? im such a big fan of them !!!!!

alya im 29929219% sure if i searched up Nicest Sweetest Best Person in the World, ur name would pop up

ilysm, thank u always for motivating me :] <3

#ILOVE U ALYAYAAAAAAA #daily alya #/ask

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Temptation Pt24

Temptation Masterlist

6 months later

I cringe at the sound of Bella scraping her shoes on the floor as she walks

"Umm, you just have to break them in" i scoff at Alice's comment

"She's been breaking them in for days now" I laugh

"Can't I just do barefoot?" Bella asks

"No, absolutely not"

"Just thinking it's a little much you know? the dress and the shoes"

"On my wedding day, Alice made me wear this super tight dress, tighter than yours. I couldn't breathe the whole wedding. Emmett ended up ripping it off me and..."

"Thanks Kat" Alice nudges me "it's exactly enough" I watch as Jasper and Carlisle carry some wooden benches passed us "tomorrow will be perfect"

"Where do you want them boss?" Emmett asks carrying a huge tree trunk

"On either side of the aisle"

"What aisle?" Rose asks carrying a smaller tree trunk

"Does no one have vision? Kat go help the others please" I smile at Bella and walk off showing the others where the aisle is going to be

"Bye everyone see you tomorrow" Bella waves which we all wave back and say out goodbyes.

The next morning we all start to get ready for the wedding. Last night the boys went on a stag-do of some sort while Alice, Rose and I get the house ready for the after party

"What did I say about beauty sleep?" Alice asks Bella who is sat in front of a mirror, Alice is doing her makeup while I'm brushing her hair

"Sorry, bad dream" I look up to the mirror and raise an eyebrow "it was wedding jitters" Rose walks in to the room

"I'll do her hair. Kat you need to do your makeup" I nod my head handing Rose the comb as I sit next to Bella

"Really?" Bella asks surprised

"Please. I'm not offended by your choice of groom"

"Just my blatant lack of respect for mortality"

"Essentially"

"Weddings, they bring everyone together"

"The last wedding was Kat and Emmett's, what a disaster that was" Rose laughs

"The dress ripping?" Bella asks

"Before that the bride and groom were MIA for a good hour"

"Oh and then after the I do, they disappeared again all night, Rose and I only found bits of the dress"

"Ok ok I get it. Emmett and I were a little obsessed with each other"

"A little is an understatement" Rose laughs

"And you are both still obsessed"

"Errr so are you guys with your partners" we all laugh along with continuing to get ready

"Oh my gosh, your so beautiful" Bella's mom walks in "crap my mascara" she begins to tear up. Alice quickly hands Renee a tissue "Charlie get in here" Bella's dad creeps around the door

"You sure? I don't wanna... I know I look hot" we all giggle and to be fair Charlie does look pretty dapper in his tux

"We thought your needed something blue" Renee opens up a box to reveal a beautiful hair slide with blue jewls

"And something old, besides your mother"

"Nice" Renee scoffs

"It was grandma Swans" Charlie says as Bella picks up and gives it to Alice to put in her hair

"But we added the sapphires"

"It's beautiful you guys wow thank you so much"

"It's your first family heirloom. Pass on to your daughter and her daughter" Rose and I look at each other then at Bella through the mirror

"Mom I love it" Bella stands to to give her mom and dad a hug

"Nope. No smudging my masterpiece"

"She's right"

After we all get ready we all head outside waiting for Bella to walk down the aisle. I stand with Emmett while we talk, or I should say while he talks, to some family. I hear Eric, Mike Jess and Ange talking

"They have to be all related, what a gene pool" Eric says. I look over to where they're all looking, at the Denalis. I snort a little while trying not to laugh

"Ease dropping is not nice" Emmett says making me actually laugh

"So erm, you think Bella's gonna be showing?"

"Jess she is not pregnant"

"Ok, who else gets married at 18?"

"Bella is going to walk down the aisle in a moment. We should take our seats" Alice says coming up to us. Emmett and I sit next to Alice and Jasper, Rose and Thomas next to them. Bella walks down the aisle and I gotta say she looks stunning! The vows are spoken and finally they kiss making them husband and wife. We all clap and finally time time to party.

Seth walks over to Bella and Edward congratulating them, Billy is with them. I don't realise I'm staring

"You wanna go and talk to them?" Emmett asks with an arm around my waist

"He probably hates me"

"The wolves and us have been on ok terms since the whole Victoria fight. Your talking to your grandson" Emmett takes my hand and pulls me over to Seth and Billy

"Hey" Seth smiles

"Hi" I nervously say

"Who knew my grandmother would look the same age as my son"

"I use this amazing moisturiser" I joke making Billy laugh. Bella and Edward walk off to speak to others

"The pack spoke about you. There was this story about a vampire who was a wolf before. They said that the wolf was and is still inside her to this day, but she's to scared to let her out. Don't be scared" Billy smiles at me

"Thank you" I smile back.

Speeches are done, I drank everyone's wine and ate everyone's food as to not cause suspicion. Emmetts speech was... interesting he basically gave a double meaning, the humans thought he's was on about sex, the rest of us knew she was going to be a vampire soon. Me well I know Emmett and he was on about both. Jess gave a speech that made her sound a little bitter and jealous. Charlie threatened Edward. Alice was about fashion. Renee sang a song that made everyone cry! Then Edward poured he's love to her. Now I'm getting into bed with Emmett as usual

"I wish I could stay awake like you" I yawn

"I think your cute when you sleep. Especially when you snore" I nudge him

"I do not" it's silent for a moment

"Kat?"

"Hmm"

"What Billy said earlier, about you being scared. It's ok if you are. I'll be there for you. If you want to shift then I'll be by your side"

"There's so many things I'm scared of. What the others will think, what will happen about the treaty, if it will even work and the pain, oh god the pain. You know the pain you felt when you turned, it's that but times 3. All your bones breaking and nails suddenly growing"

"Well I know this family have excepted you as you are. And we all love you. So if you want to I think we will all stand with you"

"Thanks Emmett" I sigh leaning into him and falling asleep.

#emmett cullen x reader #jasper cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #twilight x reader #bella swan #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn

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sukirichi · 2 years

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suki, i've read broken records 5 months ago and i just wanna say i still think about it, a lot 😭 it really broke my heart but i love it very much. i don't think i'd ever re read it though, it really hurt me LMAO. but you've truly created a masterpiece. it was written so so well and it's so beautiful. it was painful and the angst hurt so bad but what makes a writer amazing is the ability to be unafraid to make sad endings. not everything is sunshine and rainbows and damn you've proved it really well :,(

i don't think i'd come back to it. i wish i had the heart to re read it but when i tell you that i was So sad for like a week straight i'm not lying 😭😭 thank you so so much for writing something like this, you deserve the world and i hope you get the absolute best

i'm too scared to read dtd but i rly want to 😭 — anyway

anyway love u bye !!!

OMGG a broken records ask 😭 and ah thank you so much for this. broken records holds a really special place in my heart and i’m so proud of it because i did put a lot of emotions and effort into it, so i’m happy to hear i was able to convey what i wanted in the story and you guys felt that!

and yeah it was pretty sad, i remember crying for the last few chapters too because i love br! yn and br! suna so much like. they were soulmates :( the bestest friends and cutest couple ever, it was just the wrong timing and they both had different directions in life that it just didn’t work out. i assure you though, they will always love each other no matter what. they’re each other’s first love and that will remain special.

thank you for this too, i hope you also have the absolute best!! as for dtd, it’s not that angsty! i think it’s more stressful because the characters are extremely toxic, but probably not as heartbreaking as broken records. and i love you too, thank you for this!!

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series ( broken records )#missed that series sm :(

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icantgetnosatisfaction · 6 months

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10th

The feeling when you compare him to anybody and you still think he was the best but he is gone now. There is nothing can beat that feeling. ıt doesn't hurt, ıt burns. it just burns. it wasn't supposed to last this long. I feel bad but ı am not supposed to. I need to study but ı just don't feel like doing it. I don't know why ı am in this mood rn. I surely don't love him, don't care about him. but ı thought he had the potential to make me forget some stuff. it was just my overexpectation ı guess. I cant make people responsible for my own weakness. although how can ı still be in love with him? it didn't last 3 days, what we had didn't even last 3 days. how the fuck it is possible ı thought of those days until now everyday. Those 3 days made my 365 days. How do ı remember every detail, every moment with him? the meals ı ate with him. I don't remember what ı had yesterday. do u understand? omgg I CANT STAND

I TELL U, IDK I JUST WRITE HERE CAUSE IDK, I NEED TO WRİTE SOMEWHERE. They read my diaries so ı am here, ı write here. oh fuck, oh fuck. ıf ı only knew it was going to hurt so much, if ı only knew ı would be miserable, if ı only knew ı would be feeling missing most of the time.. nothing would change

ı would prefer him over everything, anybody, even over myself

but it kills me that I lost it with my own hands. ı killed it with my own hands.

ı miserable now.

ı am without you

what did u expect

what did ı expect

ı love you my baby

ı missed u, ı missed to hug you.

ı missed your kisses

ı missed the way you kiss

ı missed your smell

ı missed your chest

ı missed your hands. ı still cant believe they were the most beautiful hands ı have ever seen.

ı missed your palm sweating cuz ı wasnt ever letting it go

ı want to vomit but ı cant

ı am sick, ı feel sick, ı feel tired but it would be all okay if u were with me. ı just know that don't tell me it doesn't make sense. you were good for me. you were my medication. but this bitter taste lasts longer than expected my dear. Dear. I just loved calling you like that. my dear. you were such a dear indeed. you were perfect for me. this breaks my hear too. what a fragile heart that ı have over here, isn't so. hahahaha.

nothing breaks like a heart. ıdk who said that, but Miley Cyrus ı guess but she is right. she made a point. nothing breaks like a heart.

oh boy, this guy insults my intelligence. ı just wanna say thats ridiculous but ı am gonna hold myself and listen to California dreaming by the mamas and the papas. amazing song. a masterpiece. what a atmosphere it gives. its different. their songs are from somewhere else.

ı will study good tomorrow and dw ı will be fine. thats what ı said to myself. ı need somebody telling me that even that is coming from me, myself. we people are so desperate fuck. ahahaha. fucking mammals. did u really have to be connected to the other member of the group? this fucking instincts.

anyway ı am glad, ı came here and written here, I feel more relaxed. thanks. who the hell ı am thanking tho but yk. just thanks. bye

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zeezeepearl · 1 year

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Hellooo i just finished Transfusion but ao3 is messing w me so hope you dont mind me spilling thoughts here instead of the comments :

anywayy it was so good like what the fuckkkk how do you even do thattt shaking crying eating my pillow.. like the plot felt soul eater-y enough to fit in that world but still so original and had so many cool thoughts and build-onns and any other soul characterisation shall pale in comparison to yours hes just so good, "wish i could have an easy transition" sjrbskdkdn

And the cromaa it was so sweeet and bitter at times and the way you work around with everyones insecurities makes it all seem very intervowen, nothing is out of place and just goddd your writing skill is goals✨️✨️

Also!! I dont think ive ever seen someone written w intrusive thoughts before which is a damm shamee as someone who also has them but not as bad i was watching Stein like.. bro same but also rippp.. that felt really on point too!!

And the whole fic is just so transs like that convo soul and crona had in makas moms apartment.. so validating, felt like crying

Anywayy thank you for sharing your masterpiece with the worldd, bye byee 🌸💛

Thank you for appreciating Transfusion! I had a lot of fun with it, probably the most fun with the intrusive thoughts, so I'm glad you liked those lol. I'm so so happy to do what I can for the trans community, I love you guys!!

#zee zee answers #nice people #transfusion #thot of posting other drabbles that i wrote but some of em are x rated lol #dm me if ur interested

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luveline · 2 years

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dealbreaker [Sirius Black x reader]

word count: 4k

summary: you work in a bookstore. sirius keeps finding reasons to need books.

“What you’re reading now made you seem pleased enough,” he teased. “Maybe something else.” “Let me read it, I’ll take notes.” The way he said it had you pushing your thighs together as tightly as they could go.

tags: marauders era, fluff, flirting lol, reader works at a bookstore, getting together, james is a good friend (and a bastard), fem reader

requested by anon here

There was a ridiculously handsome guy in the bookstore.

You pulled your makeup bag out as casually as you were able, rifling through it for your mirror compact. The reflection that stared back at you looked decent, for once - the bookstore was always quiet during late February, school supplies and Christmas presents were already out of the way, and as a result you looked more rested than usual.

You used the pad of your fingertip to rub away the dark smudges of mascara under your eyes and smooth down your flyaways. Not a bad hair day.

You felt silly. It wasn’t as if someone as attractive as him was about to waste his time on a checkout girl at the bookstore. Still, when he finally made his way to the front desk, book in hand, you put on your friendliest smile.

“Good morning,” you greeted him, voice soft to match the dim light of the shop.

“Hi,” he said. God, even his voice was handsome, bright and smooth.

“Is this all I can help you with?”

This is where he gave pause. “Well-“ he placed the book down between you both so that you could see the title, “if I can ask, do you think this is the type of thing a guy my age would like?”

You studied the cover thoughtfully, looking between it and him with slow blinks.

He tilted his head.

“If you tell me what you usually like to read, I can be of more help.”

“Oh, it’s not for me,” he smiled at you. “A friend.”

“Right,” you laughed awkwardly.

“He likes most everything,” he supplied.

You flipped the cover open to the first page, a list of reviews from other authors. You turned the book so that he could see it, trailing your finger under one of the review’s title.

“This one here. I read her novel, ‘Heaven’, not too long ago. It made me sad for a long time.”

“And that’s - bad?” He sounded genuinely interested in your answer.

You shook your head as though shaking water from inside your ear. “I think the way that it could even make me sad in the first place meant it was a good book. But I’m not sure, your friend might not think so.”

“And ‘Heaven’, you have that here?”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry. Not until next week.”

“I’ll come back,” he said firmly. He’d pushed his hair out of his face, revealing his lovely, soft cheekbones.

“Alright,” you said. It came out wrong.

That should’ve been the end of the conversation, but he hesitated to move, and then said, “Is it busy here?”

You smiled, pleased. Not many customers spent time talking to you beyond a simple thank you.

“It can be. Especially in the month before school starts. The day before, even.”

He chuckled. “I can imagine. I was always running around like a twat the day before term started.”

A startled laugh burst out of you and you covered your mouth with your hand. “Me too. I was never the organised sort.”

“You look plenty organised now.”

“Do I?”

“Oh, very much so.” He waved a hand at the tower of books you’d created earlier in the week that decorated the side of the counter. “A masterpiece such as this would never come about by someone who didn’t have sufficient organisational skills.”

You grinned, “Quite right. Complicated thing, stacking.”

“Yes, I’d think so.”

Your laughter petered out. He cleared his throat.

“Right then. I’ll be back next week,” he said.

“I’ll see you then.”

“Bye, love.”

“Bye,” you said, kicking the toe of your shoe against the desk, wondering how to spend the next few hours.

Truth be told, you’d almost forgot about the handsome customer the next time you saw him. Life was busy and lonely and loud, there were clothes to be washed and dishes to be done and stock to be counted.

You thought of him when the new shipment of books arrived for March. Had he found a gift for his friend? You set aside a copy of Heaven for him with a sticky note on top that said your name so a coworker knew who wanted it.

When he appeared the next time he was accompanied by a man with dark brown hair. You were in the storeroom, writing down figures, piling restocks onto your metal book cart.

Your coworker burst in. You raised an eyebrow.

“There’s a man here for you, asking about ‘Heaven’?” she said dubiously, raising her eyebrows at you.

“It’s a book,” you said.

“Sure, sweetie, sure it is.”

You rolled your eyes, dragging the cart behind you. You left it where it was when you saw him, making your way to the front counter. You pulled the copy of Heaven from your cubby. His friend had wandered off into the non-fiction section, leaving him standing by himself. He glanced at the counter and smiled when he saw you walking towards him.

“For you,” you said, offering him the book.

He turned it over in his hands. It wasn’t the most exciting looking book, and perhaps the story itself wasn’t exciting either. All you knew was that it was a damn good book.

“Do you think your friend will like it?”

He seemed surprised that you’d even remembered the book at all, smiling gratefully at your question. “I think he will.”

“Is it the one pretending not to be watching us right now?”

He looked over his shoulder with the essence of a regal man. The friend almost toppled over himself in his rush to move from sight. The handsome guy sighed through his nose. “No, not that dolt. Please ignore him.”

You laughed, a quiet thing.

“Do you need anything else?” you asked him, fully expecting him to say no.

“Actually,” he started, shoving his free hand deep in his pocket. “My friend over there is expecting. Do you have any books on pregnancy?”

You beamed. “Wow, congratulations for your friend. You can follow me down here and we’ll see what we find.”

You led him to the parenting section. It was a decent sized bookstore with a good selection of books, so finding something worthwhile was easy as pie. You searched the spines, running your hand across them until you found an old classic.

“‘Baby and Child’ by Penelope Leach,” you read to him. “Lots of mother’s come in for this one.”

You pulled it from the shelf.

“Any friend of the family’s for it?” he asked, eyes scanning the front.

“You’d be the first. It’s nice that you care so much.”

“Well, I’m his godfather. Or I will be, when he’s born,” he corrected himself in a hurry.

He was much too attractive to be stumbling over words talking to you. He was the kind of guy you’d expect to see in Teen Vogue, or in the transatlantic films they played in the local cinema. Not the kind of boy to waste time asking you about baby books and buying thoughtful gifts.

“Can I help you with anything else?” you asked, straightening your skirt out.

“Oh - no. No, that’s great. Thanks so much…?” his voice lifted up at the end.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he smiled to himself. “Thanks for your help.”

“You're welcome,” you nodded, ducking away. You returned to your cart to finish putting the new stock away, watching your coworker checking out the handsome guy and his friend from the corner of your eye. You realised later that you hadn’t asked him his name in return.

The sunlight leaking in through the window was warming your face. Tired to begin with, you felt yourself close your eyes without thinking about it, face dropping where you held it in your hand.

It was still rather early in the year to expect any warm weather where you lived, so you savoured the heat. The pages of the book you’d been reading, hidden behind the till, were drifting shut around the fingers of your other hand. You were too tired to correct them.

The bell at the door jingled. It had been so peaceful that you flinched, straightening up on your stool.

It was the handsome guy from before. He drifted without preamble to the front desk. You hurried to look presentable, the first thought that ran through your head being, oh jesus h christ, he would come today. A day where you looked puffy and exhausted.

“Hi, Y/N.”

You did your best to contain a pleased smile. “I would say hi too, but I didn’t ask you your name last time.”

He leaned the palm of his hand on the counter between you, having to lean down just slightly to meet your eyes. “It’s Sirius.”

“Sirius,” you tested, the name sweet on your tongue. “Like the constellation.”

“Exactly like that,” he said. He was dressed smart as always, shirt rolled up to the elbows and slacks. You wondered what he did for work to dress the way he did.

“You need help?” you asked, closing your book.

He was watching your mouth. “I need a cookbook.”

“For yourself?”

“I’m hosting a dinner party,” he said. “Though ‘dinner party’ sounds awfully formal.”

“What kinda food do you want to make?”

He seemed reluctant to admit it, but he told you about how he was actually learning to cook for himself for the first time, and wanted to seem mildly put together at his house warming party. “Flat-warming party,” he corrected.

“You never cooked for yourself before?” you asked. He looked like he could be 20 years old, at least.

“I went to boarding school.”

“You did? Wow, what was that like?”

He grinned infectiously. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said.

You rounded the counter to lead him to the cookbook section. It was one of the biggest collections of books that you had, and he seemed appropriately daunted.

“There’s a few.”

You laughed agreeably. “I bet you saw some pretty good ones at school.”

“If you liked pickled newt and hogroast.”

“Private school, huh?”

He laughed, loud and startled, like it was the funniest thing anyone and ever said. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Basically.”

“I don’t think we have anything like that…” you dug your fingertips into the soft skin at the base of your throat, thinking. “You like seafood? I use this one all the time,” you said, shuffling a few books to pull a familiar cookbook free.

“You have it at home?” he asked.

“I do. You think your dinner guests like prawn cocktail? That’s super fancy. Little cups of sauce, all that cool stuff. Oh my god, and crab! That would impress them, I bet.”

“You think so?”

“Sure. Well, maybe. There’s pasta?” you suggested, waving your hand vaguely at the Italian stuff.

He shook his head, holding his hand out for the cookbook. “If I take this one, you’ll mark down your favourites?”

“Sure.”

One day your coworker was grinning so widely you felt as though she was about to tell you something scandalous. You looked at her apprehensively.

“What?”

“There was a dashing young man here yesterday. Tall, dark, handsome. Spent 20 minutes loitering by the front, and then left.”

You smiled despite yourself. “He did?”

Your coworker smirked, a shark smelling blood in the water. “Yes.”

“He didn’t say anything?”

“I told him you’d be in again tomorrow.”

You gasped. “You didn’t!”

“He had that book you liked; I thought you’d be happy to see him.”

You went to the bathroom, frenzied, to apply a fresh dab of concealer under each eye, a new coat of sticky, shiny lip gloss. Your hair looked lackluster. You ran your hands through it, wetting your fingertips to push down the flyaways.

You spent hours behind the counter, at first attentive and then less so. Eventually you realised he probably wasn’t coming and stopped sitting ram-rod straight, your shoulders aching from the effort.

You took your lunch break as usual, eating a simple, squished sandwich with one hand and turning the pages of a new book with another. A romance, smutty, the kind that needed its cover to be hidden away to consume without shame.

The girl was shy, lonely, attending a Christmas party at an acquaintance's house. The love interest was intelligent, smooth. They were flirting. The guy had just said something that brought heat to your cheeks when a familiar voice broke your concentration.

“I fear I’ve come at a bad time.”

You flinched, shutting the book with enough force to make the stool wobble underneath you. He put a hand out to catch you instinctively. You recovered, dropping your sandwich back in the tattered cling film you’d wrapped it in.

You swallowed without chewing, throat burning. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear the bell.”

“Yes, you seemed rather… entranced.”

The blush intensified. “How are you?” you asked, desperate to move the subject on.

He seemed pleased. “Brilliant. Yourself?”

“I’m good, yeah. Had a day off yesterday.” As soon as you said it, you felt stupid. He knew you’d had a day off.

“Get around to anything?”

“I did about as much as I do here, which, as you can see, isn’t a lot.”

He leaned down, resting an attractive forearm on the countertop. He looked you dead in the eye, which was enough for you to flush again. “You do plenty.”

“No, really. Getting up to find my lunch was about as much as I’ve moved today.”

“I don’t believe you.” He pushed his hand into the big pocket on his jacket. He procured a slightly worn copy of Heaven. “I borrowed this from Remus - the friend, not from last time - and I wanted to talk to you about it, if you’ve a second?”

“Yes, oh my god. Did you like it?”

“It was sad, like you said.”

“It was.”

“And the ending-“

“Infuriating,” you supplied. He nodded, sending you a smile like you were both in on a secret.

“I kept waiting for him to go and see the painting she loved. I thought they’d go see it together, at least.”

“She left so suddenly, too.”

“Right? I thought maybe, before it finished, he’d go see it himself if he couldn’t go with her,” Sirius said.

You searched for the right words to explain your thoughts. “I think… I think because the painting was never really called heaven, that it was a name she chose for it, that when he sees the trees at the end and he’s crying - he’s seeing a version of heaven himself. Not like, God’s heaven. Her heaven.”

Sirius never once looked away from you, didn’t look bored or like he disagreed. He just listened.

“I still have to wonder what the painting looked like,” he said after you’d finished.

“What would your heaven look like?” you asked him. It was perhaps too personal.

“My friends. For you?” he asked.

You weren’t sure. You knew you should say your family, your friends, but something made you really think about it.

“Have you ever gotten up so early it was still dark outside, and you go outside and it’s so quiet, it feels as though nobody else in the world is awake? And you look at the sky - it’s blue with the yellow horizon, it’s purple, or it might even be those clouds tinged pink. I don’t-“ you paused, embarrassed at your babble, “I don’t think I could choose one to be, like, immortalized as heaven. But maybe then.”

He was smiling at you.

“I’m sorry, I must sound like a terrible person.”

“No, of course you don’t. The heaven she spoke about wasn’t necessarily what she loved most in the world. She went there when she was sad.”

You smiled in relief, shoulders relaxing. “Was it only sad?”

His face was handsome, poised, and although he doled out happiness generously you couldn’t work out how he was feeling . “It made me think about stuff I’d forgotten - how people do things to other people without thinking about it. For fun.”

He was so serious. You nodded, twisting your hand in the fabric of your skirt.

“It was a good book. But uh,” he pushed his hand up through his long hair. It fell down into place, looking amazingly soft. “Maybe you can recommend something happier, this time.”

You laughed. “Yes, I think so.”

“What you’re reading now made you seem pleased enough,” he teased.

“Maybe something else.”

“Let me read it, I’ll take notes.”

The way he said it had you pushing your thighs together as tightly as they could go.

It was busy in the shop one day the next week. You didn’t have a chance to sit down, carrying back and forth enough notebooks and new fantasy novels to fill a school library. Your legs shook by the end of the day. You basically had to crawl back to your countertop.

There, clear as day, was a bouquet of roses. They were small, barely blooming, the color of candy floss. They were wrapped in clear plastic and resting on their side. It wasn’t a grand display, but they were beautiful.

There was a note, written on a weird parchment that didn’t have any lines in ink. You gawked at it.

‘Busy day?’

You slipped the parchment between the pages of your current read to use as a bookmark, grinning. You took the roses home, where they lived on your dresser for a month without showing any signs of wilting.

Somebody was staring at you in the food shop. You could feel their gaze on the back of your neck. You turned around, a little worried, to find a cute young baby gazing at you excitedly. He was extremely happy looking, a funny looking rattle in his cute chubby fist.

You waved at him. He babbled at you.

His mother was turned from you both, looking at the pasta shapes.

The baby chucked his toy as hard as he could towards you. You laughed so abruptly his mother turned around in surprise, watching as you retrieved the rattle and offered it to her. She smiled at you in thanks.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized, pushing her long, shiny hair from her face.

“Don’t be, please,” you said.

“Harry’s recently learned that when you throw things, somebody will pick it back up for you,” she said, half-amused, half-bitter.

“He’s gorgeous. He can throw things at me as much as he likes.”

“He’s the image of my husband,” she said, waving her fingers at Harry. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Don’t tell me what?” James asked.

You’d seen him before. He was the friend that accompanied Sirius to your bookstore a few weeks ago, peering at you around the corner.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said.

“James?” Lily questioned, looking between you both, mildly perturbed.

“This is Y/N. You work at the book shop near us, don’t you? Where Sirius goes,” James said, dropping the kitchen towels in the cart. Harry’s happiness was tenfold. “Hello, little man.”

“I’m Lily,” she introduced herself. “Sirius is Harry’s godfather, of course.”

“Of course,” you said, though you weren’t sure at all. Harry looked very old, and Sirius had mentioned a friend who was expecting. Looks could be deceiving, but Lily didn’t appear pregnant at all. James was watching you with an amused look on his face.

“He’s 8 months,” he said, grinning.

“He’s lovely.”

“So, you know Sirius then?” Lily asked. They were a stunning couple, grinning and fresh-faced.

“He buys a lot of books.”

They both laughed. “I bet he does,” James said.

You frowned, feeling as though you’d been walking down the stairs and missed the last one.

“James,” Lily scolded.

“I haven’t seen him for a while,” you rambled nervously.

“Don’t fear, he’s off helping Remus with a pest problem,” James said.

Lily and James were amazing at making small talk. They were the kind of people you felt like you could easily have been friends with in another life, both of them enamoring you with their charm and obvious love for each other. They moved like they were facing the same winds, like blades of grass next to each other. And baby Harry was an adorable plus.

Only because Harry was beginning to get annoyed with his constraints did they bid you goodbye. You’d retrieved your basket, telling them to come around the bookstore any time, and mentioning the storytelling hours on weekends. Lily promised to be there.

“And Y/N!” James called.

You turned back around.

“Sirius is allergic to shellfish!” he said over his shoulder. His wife punched him in the shoulder.

It took you a while to piece it together.

The more you thought about it, the more obvious it became. And even though you weren’t sure what a charming, stunning guy like Sirius wanted with a girl like you, you were 67 percent sure he fancied you.

You waited for the next time you saw him. He was loitering by your desk and trying his every best to look as though he’d been there by pure coincidence. You might’ve believed he was, if you didn’t know what you did.

“I was wondering if you could help me find a book,” you asked him. He turned to you, surprised. You continued. “On how to get a guy to ask you out.”

He gaped at you. Unusually, for somebody so well-composed.

“‘Cos I think I’m doing something wrong.”

“What gave you that impression?” he asked, voice scratchy.

“This boy keeps coming to the bookstore. A while ago, he asked me for a book on pregnancy for a friend who’d already had the baby. He bought a cookbook I recommended knowing he couldn’t eat a single thing in it, and the one time I wasn’t here he went home without buying anything. He even left me flowers.”

You took a deep breath, all the bravery rushing out of you. You looked down at his shoes.

“Despite all this, he hasn’t asked me out.”

“He sounds like an idiot.”

“He isn’t,” you denied. “He’s striking, intelligent and thoughtful. He’s not an idiot at all.”

“I think I have been.”

“Well, maybe a little,” you admonished.

He stepped into your space, shoes a millimeter from your own. You knew if you looked up that he would be incredibly close.

“Would you look at me?”

You held your breath, looking through your lashes at his face. His expression was hard to describe, lips in a straight line, eyes intense. He used his index finger to gently tilt your chin up towards him.

“I’m sorry to mess you around, but I’ve never been a big reader. If you think you can look past that, I’d like to take you out. Wherever you want to go.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, remembering yourself. “It’s a real deal breaker, but I think I’ll get over it,” you said quietly, feeling a shyness creep into your words that you didn’t recognise.

“Yeah?” he asked. He was closer now, his exhales tickling your face. You blinked slowly.

“Yes.”

He leaned forward. You closed your eyes, dazzled at the sensation of his nose against yours. He paused, a second, with his lips just above yours. The second was enough to make your stomach feel as though it had been inhabited by a family of butterflies.

He held your chin between his finger and thumb, finally letting his lips touch yours. He was firm, tender. You brought your hand up to his face, barely able to withhold the urge to run your fingers through his hair, relishing in the way he inhaled at your touch. You let him guide you, kissing you sweetly. A warmth bloomed in your chest.

He pulled away, moving his hand up to the side of your face. You leaned into his touch.

“Wherever I want?” you asked, seeing stars.

“Wherever you want. Heaven, if you’d like.”

the book they talk about is heaven by meiko kawakamI, which didn’t come out all those years ago but i put it in anyways! it’s a brilliant book and i recommend it to everyone

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