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magewritesstories · 1 year

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Miguel Diaz // Post Break-Up Kisses

I just had an idea and ran with it lol. I got kinda carried away but oh well, Miguel deserves all the love haha. It’s mostly angst but it has a happy ending. I hope y’all like it ‘cause I had a lot of fun writing it

Miguel didn't like it. He didn't like the way Robby's arm seemed to fit around your shoulders perfectly. He didn't like the way Tory laughed and buried her head in your shoulder every time Robby told the two of you a joke. He didn't like the fact that you were sitting there, on a table with them instead of him. No, Miguel didn't like this at all.

He watched as you spun an empty bottle of diet coke, grinning at Robby, who was still recovering from shoving three chilli peppers into his mouth. The bottle seemed to take its time, it kept spinning for a few seconds before finally landing on you.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Well, dare, obviously,"

Tory looked around the room, trying to find a suitable dare after you'd told her to do three cartwheels in the middle of the lounge. Finally, her eyes locked with Sam's. The sinister grin that found its way onto Tory's face made his stomach drop. Something was about to go horribly wrong...

Tory smirked; "I have the perfect dare," You gave her a confused look, something about her tone was off. "I dare you to sing a song of my choosing." Miguel looked at the small karaoke stand next to their table, what was she planning?

"what, no— I... that's embarrassing," you protested, “that’s embarrassing!” Tory just shrugged, “I’ll do it with you.” Miguel watched you give Tory a look before sighing and agreeing in defeat; “I guess a dare’s a dare…” Tory quickly whispered something in Robby’s ear, something that made him grin like a maniac.

The three of you stood up, and while you and Tory walked towards the karaoke stand, Robby made his way to the bartender. Soon enough the mics were connected and music started playing. Miguel saw you say something to Tory and her agreeing.

“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did” “Ha, time for a little revenge”

“The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And, I had it all I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you could say sabotage”

“I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum She underestimated just who she was stealing from”

Miguel watched in fascination as you and Tory stood on the small foundation that could barely be called a stage. You were rolling your eyes at Tory’s song choice, the blonde just laughed as she sang along to the song. Miguel listened to the lyrics, thinking back to the evening of Moon’s summer party. The evening he lost you.

“Miguel, look!” You said as the two of you walked down the street towards Moon’s house. It was warm outside for 8 pm, the stars were starting to show and there was a light cold breeze.

Miguel watched you as you walked in front of him, pulling him along with your hands, you pointed to the bright constellation of stars. “That’s Taurus,” You said happily pointing to a cluster of stars, “That’s your zodiac.” Miguel laughed at you, “You don’t actually believe in that, right?”

You stopped in your tracks, crossing your arms with a huff, “Rude,” you said, staring at your boyfriend, “I happen to check my horoscope every week.” Miguel rolled his eyes, “Oh, and what’s so believable about a bunch of stars telling you your personality?” Truth be told; Miguel didn’t care if you believed in it all, but seeing you get so worked up about it made him laugh.

“Well, how about…” You put your hand under your chin, to show you were thinking about it, “Oh, I know, according to our zodiac’s we’re extremely compatible!” Miguel grinned and pulled you closer by your belt loops, putting a hand under your chin, “I don’t need the stars to tell me that,” He leaned in and kissed you, you quickly kissed him back resting your arms on his shoulders. The two of you pulled away, but he kept you in place, moving his hands to your waist he put his forehead against yours.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Hawk shouted from the entrance, “Are you gonna come in or should I send your drinks outside?!”

The two of you pulled away, rolling your eyes at him. “We’re coming, we’re coming,” Miguel replied, lacing his fingers in yours and pulling you along with him to the door. “Finally, took you long enough,” Hawk says moving away front the door, “The party started an hour ago.” You grinned at him, “The party doesn’t start until I arrive,” You said smugly, “Tell that to Larusso and Nichols who are holding a drinking battle outside,” Hawk replied laughing.

You moved away from Miguel to greet Moon and her girlfriend while he went to get the two of you some drinks. You walked around the party, your eyes falling onto Demetri and Hawk, shyly discussing Doctor Who, you smiled– maybe there was hope for those two– The peaceful moment was quickly interrupted by loud cheers. Your eyes moved towards the pool where Tory and Sam were in fact having a drinking battle.

“Tory!” You shouted, waving to your friend as you made your way through the crowd. She just grinned back at you, “Hey, [Y/N/N] you’re just in time to watch me destroy this loser!” Sam scoffed, gulping down her drink, “You wish, Nichols!” Tory smiled, “Sorry, Princess, you can’t win this by demanding it from Mommy and Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes, of course you knew about what had happened at the beach house and why Tory disliked Sam, but you didn’t want your friend hurting herself, “Tory, how many drinks have you had?” you asked looking at her, the blonde shrugged; “I dunno like four… maybe six?”

“She’s had nine,” Robby said from next to you, “Sam’s had eight.” You went to pull Tory down, but Miguel– who’d appeared next to you– stopped you, shaking his head, “Let them do it, it’ll get them over the dumb feud,” You wanted to protest but before you could say anything both girl fell from the chairs.

Robby quickly rushed over to catch Sam, and Miguel caught Tory, “Bath–...Bathroom,” Tory managed to get out, before covering her mouth with her hand. You understood and grabbed her hands, signalling to Miguel that you would meet him later.

You pulled your friend to Moon’s nearest bathroom, leaving your boyfriend and his ex alone by the pool.

Miguel watched you walk away, and looked down at the two cups beside him, I guess those have to wait… He decided to sit down next to Aisha and make some small talk while he waited for you. After a while, when you still hadn’t shown up, he stood up, said goodbye to Aisha and went inside to look for you.

He walked around the main hall, and then went outside to the nearly empty pool area. The party had started to die down, or everybody had made their way to the front lawn. HE sighed, the two of you had decided to skip on date night for this, and now the entire night had gone by and you two hadn’t talked since Hawk interrupted you little moment on the front porch.

“Hey…”

Miguel turned around at the all too familiar voice, “Hey, Sam?” “Miguel, I wanted to talk…” Sam said softly. Miguel thought about it, he couldn’t find you and he didn’t feel like going back inside. “Sure, what about?” She took a step closer to him, fiddling with the ends of her sweater. “About the break-up,” she took another step, they were now standing toe-to-toe. Miguel knew he should take a step back– No, he needed to walk away as soon as she said that sentence– but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“We shouldn't have done it,” Sam said, looking up at him with big brown doe-eyes. Miguel's breath hitched, for a second it felt like his heart had stopped. “We could’ve worked through it, it was a misunderstanding,” Sam said, Miguel stayed silent. “We can still work through it…?” Miguel felt like there was a question mark at the end of that sentence. And really he didn’t know the answer.

“Sam…” Miguel said he didn’t know how to finish that sentence, “I don’t… I don’t know…” Sam seemed to take this as a sign that there was still a part of him that wanted her back. And she took a leap of faith and kissed him. Miguel froze. He knew he should push her away, but again he couldn’t. The memory of their first date, of Senõr Octopus, flashed in his head, and he did the unthinkable. He kissed her back.

It was a brief moment, one that was soon interrupted by the sound of police sirens. The two pulled away quickly, looking at each other for a second, before Miguel took a step back, then two, and the three. He turned on his heels and ran without another word. He doesn’t quite remember what happened after that, except for the sound of police sirens; the look on your face from behind the window, a clear sign you’d seen everything; and him running down three streets chasing after you.

“Miguel!”

The brunette looked away from you still standing on the stage, although it seemed like the song was about to end. “Where did you go, man?” Hawk asks, laughing at his best friend. Demetri was gone, probably getting drinks for them. And Sam was having a one-sided staring contest with the two girls now walking off of the stage.

Tory high-fived Robby, as you laughed, giving her a light shove. The three of you returned to your table, the one that was only two tables away from theirs. Hawk followed his gaze, “Oh,” he said in realisation, “That’s where you went…” Same seemed to snap out of her daze, giving him a look. “I’ll be back,” Miguel said, standing up, “Miguel?” Sam said, hoping he would stay at the table, but no, the brunet was determined to set things straight.

He made his way over to your table, where you’d made yourself comfortable in the booth with a virgin mojito in hand and Tory’s head placed on your shoulder.

“Can we talk?”

“Hello to you too, Miguel.”

You looked up at him, and took a sip of your drink. “Hey,” he replied impatiently, “Can we talk?” You shrugged, “Sure, what do you wanna talk about?” Miguel’s eyes went from Tory to Robby and then back to you, “Alone.” Before you could reply Robby interrupted, “Anything you wanna say in private you can say in front of us,” Robby said, placing a protective arm over your shoulder.

But Miguel didn’t care about what he said, he continued to look at you, waiting for your answer. You looked at your friend and then at the mojito in your hand. “Fine, you have five minutes,” You gave in, standing up.

Miguel grinned, “Don’t make that face,” you said, walking with him, “It’s just five minutes.”

The two of you made your way out of the lounge, away from the people and stench of alcohol. You crossed your arms, trying to warm yourself with friction. You rubbed your hands on your arms. Miguel smiled, you were wearing a knee length red sundress. He remembered it well, you’d gotten it as a christmas present from your grandparents and you’d said you couldn’t wait until it was summer to wear it.

“Well, are you going to say anything?” You said, “Or are you planning to stare at me for five minutes?” Miguel nodded, “I just wanted to talk about what happened at the party,” You rolled your eyes, “You mean the party where you decided to kiss your ex that you convinced me you were completely, 100 percent over?” Miguel winced at your tone, but he knew he deserved it.

“I– I don’t have an excuse for what happened–”

“Good, I wasn’t planning on accepting one.”

“I just wanted to apologise–”

“I think I got that after you sent me 50 messages and 20 missed calls.”

You were clearly still mad about it, understandably. You continued rubbing your arms and tapped your foot as a sign of impatience. Miguel took off his jacket and held it out to you. You eyed it before taking it from him, “I’m only taking it because it goes with the outfit,” You said, putting on the black denim jacket. Miguel laughed, “Of course,” he said nodding gravely, with a grin placed on his face.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” You asked, pulling the jacket over your body like an English teacher. Miguel’s face went back to serious, “I miss you.” You seemed taken aback by the comment. You’d expected a lot of things when you walked out the lounge; apologies, excuses, maybe even some tears, but you hadn’t expected him to say those words outright.

“I miss you, and I was stupid, and I made a horrible mistake, and I shouldn't have kissed Sam, and I’m sorry and I want you back and… and…” He stopped not really knowing how to continue.

You looked at him scanning his face, taking a step closer to him, you sighed, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t missed him as well. “I missed you too,” You said, and a happy expression crossed his face but you were quick to shut it down, “But you were wrong and I don’t forgive you.”

“What can I do to make you forgive me?” He asked, pleading eyes, he would’ve done anything in that moment anything you’d asked of him. “I don’t know Miguel,” You said shaking your head, “You hurt me and I– I don’t know if I can forgive you yet…” “Please I’ll do anything, I want you to forgive me,” He took a step closer to you, but you turned your head away from him. Hoping the action would somehow stop the tear welling up in your eyes from falling.

“I don’t know okay, I just– I just don’t trust you anymore,” You said wiping away the tears that had started to fall, “I don’t know if any of it was real, I–” “Of course it was real,” Miguel said, holding onto you, his hand placed on your arms, “All of it was real,” he said leaning down looking at you, “Kissing Sam was a mistake, I realised that as soon as it happened.” You shook your head, “No– No,” you said, “You shouldn't need to kiss her to realise you like me,” you looked into his eyes, big brown beautiful eyes, “You– You should’ve known it before, if… if it takes you kissing another girl to realise you like me, I’d rather you not like me at all.”

Miguel shook his head, "No, don't say that," He said grabbing your arms softly. He leaned down, trying to make eye contact, “Please... Don’t say that.”

The two of you stood there for a second, both of you unsure of what to do next. Miguel let his hands fall into your and leaned down. You two stood there for a few seconds, taking in each other.

“I’m sorry... for everything.”

“I know.”

You were the one to pull away first. The two of you stared into each others eyes. Oh they were so comforting... Taken in by the moment Miguel leaned in and so did you.

You stood there, standing on you tip-toes hands in his hair, his arms wrapped around your waist, lips colliding feverishly. And for the first time in months, everything felt right.

Miguel was the one who pulled away first; eyes wide, cheshire cat grin on his face, hair even more messed up than it already was. You stared at him, lips a little open from shock, lipstick a little smudged and a few forgotten tears still falling down your face.

He placed his hands on your face, wiping away the tears that were still falling and you mirrored actions, a small giggle escaped your lips as the two of you stood there hands on each other’s faces both looking like messes.

At first Miguel gave you a weird look before he started laughing as well. And just like that the two of you were laughing in each others arms, and all the tension that had built up in the last two months was gone.

“I missed you, so much,” Miguel repeated, this time thourgh laughs instead of tears. And all of a sudded you remembered why you loved being with him so much, why you loved him so much. Being with him was simple, easy, it felt right.

You laughed into his chest, as a grin split onto your face. When was the last time you’d laughed like this? Miguel pulled away, grabbing your face again and placing a kiss on your lips.

You gave him a smile, a genuine one, and took a step back. “We should probably go back inside,” You say turning around, trying– and failing– to compose yourself.

Miguel grabbed your hand from behind and twirled you around, “Wait!” he said, “Let’s do this properly.” You tilt your head slightly to the right, and scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Let’s go on a date,” He suggests, “You, me, milkshakes at Denny this Saturday,” took a step towards her, “Like we used to do.”

You think about it for a second, were you ready to forgive him? One look at unsure smile on his face and you know the answer.

“Okay,” You say, smiling widely at him, and without another word you turn back around pushing the doors to the lounge open, Miguel following closely behind you.

word count: 2989 (yeah, I got carried away lol)

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forest-hashira · 5 months

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First Flight

ok per @peachdues request, here is a sneak peak of Reader's first flight with their dragon in my dragon rider au! (for context, reader & satosugu are about 14-15 here)

“Up,” you commanded, tugging at the saddle just enough to give her the necessary pressure indicator to go with the demand. The dragon lifted herself to her feet smoothly, and you glanced over to your left, where both Satoru and Suguru sat, already astride their own dragons.

The pair were both smiling at you, and Suguru nodded in encouragement as Satoru spoke. “Your time to shine, princess,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “We’ll be right behind you.”

His words left you feeling a little giddy, and all you could do was nod before turning your attention back to your dragon, who was looking at you patiently over her shoulder. “Alright. Takara: tobu.”

The command had barely left your lips before her wings began to flap, her excitement obvious to everyone watching. The knowledge that you had an audience quickly faded away, though, as Takara’s wings stretched out fully, the tips of them feet above your head, even where you sat atop her back. You barely had a moment to admire the sheer size of your companion before she was launching the pair of you upwards, one downstroke of her wings strong enough to lift you both fully out of the training arena, a second carrying you even higher, rooftops and roads rapidly shrinking from sight.

Within seconds, you were breaking through the clouds, and your eyes widened as you gazed out over pure white, the sun high overhead as Takara leveled out, apparently satisfied with the height she’d reached. The pure, weightless euphoria you felt was almost too much to bear, and you felt tears filling your eyes.

After just a few seconds, Satoru and Suguru broke through the clouds with Kenji and Niji, a short distance behind where you were soaring with Takara. They took a few moments to absorb the sight of you becoming more comfortable in your saddle, sitting up straighter and loosening your grip on the handles; even though this was your first flight with the dragon, you had complete faith that she wouldn’t let you fall. They shared a glance, unable to hide the affection they felt for you from each other. A sudden, joyous laugh from you pulled their attention back, and they grinned as they urged their dragons forward to catch up with you, one of them on either side of Takara.

You turned your head to the side when you heard a familiar voice call out to you.

“Feeling good?” Satoru’s voice rang out, his toothy grin as bright white as the clouds below you.

“I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for so long!” you called back, another laugh escaping you at the look on his face. The laugh he let out in response had your stomach doing cartwheels.

“You’re not missing out anymore, though.” Suguru’s voice wasn’t as loud as Satoru’s, but it rang out clearly as he smiled at you. His eyes sparkled as they met yours, and the way he looked at you had you feeling flustered all of a sudden. “Now I don’t have to worry about leaving you behind when Satoru and Kenji decide to cause trouble.”

“Hey!” the white haired boy protested, scowling at his friend. “We do not cause trouble!”

“Because you are trouble!” you interjected with a grin, cutting him off before he could bicker any further. “Now, come on, I want to see how long it takes you and Kenji to catch up!”

i don't think i've mentioned this before, but reader & satosugu trained their dragons to respond to japanese commands. from what i could find, "tobu" means fly! anyways hope you guys like this, i've got some more au posting stuff in the works for you (probably not until next month tho since thanksgiving is in a few days, and also i work retail on black friday 😭)

#dragon rider au #jjk au #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #edit to add:#dividers by cafekitsune

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hoes4hoseok · 1 year

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enhypen as emails i can't send

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y'all i'm having so much fun doing these w my cat in my lap and the rain pouring outside 🤧 so good. anyways i'm literally seeing sabrina in 2 weeks! i'm so excited <3 maybe i'll post the txt version after the concert 😊

heeseung as tornado warnings

"i guess maybe that's why i'm lying to my therapist, i keep saying things like 'i never saw him & we never kissed'"

clinging to a relationship or situationship with heeseung despite the red flags is something i feel in my bones. i'd do that.

&& that's essentially what the song is about...lying to your therapist because you know hee is a walking red flag & isn't good for you, yet you're doing it anyways (come on y'all,, self-respect!!)

but admittedly, i even do that for people who aren't heeseung, so for him, i could overlook quite a bit.

my point is...heeseung would make moving on hard by existing

also...don't lie to your therapist. it's a waste of money.

sunghoon as how many things

"i wonder how many things you wanna do, you think i'm in-between"

i can see sunghoon getting over you faster than you do him. or at least him being able to hide it better.

&& yeah he might care about you...but he is not thinking about you nearly as much as you are him (even when you're trying your absolute hardest to limit it)

the feeling is even worse if you're still technically dating which would literally be the worst because it's a slowburn break-up who wants that?!

&& it sucks, the feeling sucks & my point is that sunghoon would probably make you feel it 🙂💔

this song makes me SICK sometimes because it's painfully relatable & this connection makes it kinda better?? or worse?? proably worse. 🤧

jungwon as nonsense

"lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense, cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in"

before you jump me...yes, i considered jake. i thought he fit bad for business better though 👊 so jungwon got nonsense 🫶🏽

&& i will stand by my decision!! because i just know he's the type of guy who (while very approachable) would be so hard to talk to if you had a crush on him

it's such a cute song & i can vividly picture tripping over my words in front of him & having zero personality because i can't think straight

if any of y'all get a shot with him...good luck soldier 🫡

ni-ki as fast times

"these are fast times & fast nights, yeah, no time for rewrites, we couldn't help it"

this song is about a youthful & impulsive relationship,, so ni-ki was the obvious fit

i can imagine ni-ki & his partner making really bad decisions while dating, at least at the very beginning

like he'd probably convince you to climb on a private rooftop or crash an engagement party with him

&& the relationship might just go way faster than intended

sometimes they're really shitty decisions, but sometimes they're not which is what matters!! sort of??

jake as bad for business

"he's good for my heart, but he's bad for business, tears me apart when he grants my wishes"

if people hated you for dating jake...you probably wouldn't care lmfaooo you're the one cuddling with him 🫶🏽

now, if you were both idols (let's put on our imagination caps 🧢) & it was affecting your job like in the song -- that sucks, & he'd try his best to make sure it doesn't hurt you, but...there's not much to be done sometimes

you're strong though you got through it :)

"never been so glad to be so tired" yeah. that checks out.

it's just such a cute song & it almost always reminds me of him now hehe

jay as opposite

"i know now, that even if i try to change, that somehow, you'd end up with her anyway"

this song makes me sick because it's so relatable (part 2)

the whole idea that ur partner isn't actually attracted to you while you're dating is so scary

clearly, there's no proof of that being the case in this song...but it's the conclusion she jumped to when they dated someone who looked nothing like her right after

i think jay might do that. probably unintentionally, but still.

if the relationship went sour, he might want change & go for someone different, whether in personality or in looks

&& it would feel so shitty, but you'd make it out & do the same thing eventually :D

sunoo as feather

"i feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life"

to whoever is reading this...sorry. you're the problem he's the one who feels lighter after dropping YOU 🙄🤷‍♀️

okay but for real...sunoo would take a hot minute to calibrate & get over you but after that period he is DONE

he's gonna be civil with you but he's cackling with his buddies afterwards. he's FINE.

i hope you are too ;)

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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[cater + honmei]

"ah cater!"

i finally caught up to cater and has been looking for him for hours, but now that he's finally in front of me i feel like running away for some reasons. but of course i didnt. i handed him my gift.

"after learning that you don't really like sweet things, i figured i better give you other things so ,uhm, i made a photo album with our pictures together. i know you prefer posting photos than physical copies but i still hope you'll like them. happy valentines!"

Sweet on You.

He was among the roses when you found him. Heartslabyul students and roses—they went together like bees and honey.

His smile was laidback, as picturesque as the flowers in bloom. He propped his phone against his chin. “Hey, what’s up? Been lookin’ for Cay-kun?”

Your stomach did backflips and cartwheels as you approached. You were already a jumbled mess from searching for Cater all over campus. At this point, your feet were preemptively flighty and raring to take off again. It took all your willpower to keep yourself grounded, to focus on the task ahead.

You thrusted out a thick book.

“Huh, is this your Valentine’s Day gift for me?” The question was posed in a teasing tone, Cater slipping the tome from your hands. “Thanks for thinking of me and keeping my tastes in mind~ You know me so well!

“I’ll check it out now, okay? I’m dying to know what you put together for me!”

He opened to the first page, and was immediately greeted by a plethora of memories. The first shy encounter to your first kiss, and the romance that spiraled into a whirlwind from there.

“Aww, it’s us. All of it is us.”

You had taken care to curate and print out selfies from various outings, then added flourishes and extra trimmings. Lace borders and decorative tape lined photos, stickers embellishing the corners. Gel pen doodles filled in the space between frames, the gaps between your love story.

Pictures worth a thousand words, and many, many more.

Cater grew quiet as he scanned page after page. The smile he had once worn had melted to give way to something more serene, more thoughtful.

“It’s fun to post on Magicam and all, but I can’t exactly be online all the time! Riddle’ll have my head if it’s glued to my phone, and I can’t do much if I’m in a place with bad signal.”

He shut the photobook gently, keeping his hand pressed to the cover. There is something tangible, something meaningful, beneath his fingertips.

“This can last forever, and I can keep it close to my heart without getting into trouble with my dorm leader,” Cater joked, winking. “Plus, scrapbooking’s all the rage these days~ Who knows, it could be a cute date night in activity for the future!”

He leaned forward, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. Your hand flew to the area, which was still warm from his touch.

Cater pulled back, wearing a grin both sly and sweet. “Just promise me that we can make lots more happy memories together for the books, ‘kay?~”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Cater Diamond #twst x reader #Cater Diamond x Reader #Reader #self insert #sweet on you #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland interactions #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios

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thebibutterflyao3 · 2 months

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Day 25 - Prompt: Dear @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 624 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

Pandora pecked a few tiny kisses over Lily’s neck. She wanted to mark the skin and lay a claim on the woman, but she held herself back. Her own desperation to keep Lily for herself had to be reciprocated and she wasn’t sure that it was, yet.

You have to feel it now. That pull stretched between us that draws us closer like magnets.

Lily’s slow, heavy breaths tickled her cheek as the warmth turned into swirls of vapour in the chilly evening air. Her hands were clasped tight to Pandora’s hips while her thumbs slipped under her shirt to massage circles into her skin distractedly. She seemed to be lost in her own mind.

“Having fun?” Pandora teased, rolling her hips back leisurely to match a song with a slightly slower tempo.

“Hmm? Oh, yes…I-I’m…fine.”

For the first time today, Lily was at a loss for words. Pandora couldn’t help giggling to herself as she lifted her arms over her head and draped them on Lily’s shoulders. Her eyes fell closed as soft curves pressed firmly into her back.

The Latin beats transitioned into a playful pop song and she heard Lily singing under her breath again. They were fairly far away from the speakers, so the lyrics were a bit muddled. Pandora gave in to her curiosity and cupped Lily’s cheek to guide her lips closer to her ear so she could hear her.

“I'll be honest. Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in and when you got your arms around me. Ooh, it feels so good…”

Pandora’s cheeks hurt from the intensity of her grin. The song was as endearing as Lily herself. A mix of sass and anxious admiration. She twirled around in Lily’s embrace and pressed their cheeks together, listening intently.

“I think I got an ex, but I forgot him and I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talkin' nonsense. I'm talkin' all around the clock. I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks. I'm talkin' opposite of soft. I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts.”

Lily nuzzled her hair affectionately and hugged her close. Her hands slid fully under Pandora’s shirt and smoothed up and down her back in a slow, repetitive motion. It was almost hypnotic, until a nip of the cold air met her overheated skin. Pandora unzipped Lily’s jacket and burrowed in with her.

“What are you doing?” Lily asked, giggling at Pandora’s muffled huff as she wrapped her arms around Lily’s waist. She zipped her jacket around both of them, creating a tight cocoon of warmth. “Are you cold?”

“Not anymore.”

“We can’t dance like this though.”

Pandora lifted her head and propped her chin on Lily’s shoulder. “Is that a problem?”

“Not really, no.” Then, Lily glanced at the crowd around them and hummed a concerned note. “Where did everyone go?”

“Regulus dragged James toward the car park after that last Latin song, I’m not sure about the rest.”

“The traitors. Pandora, I think we’ve been deserted.”

“What do you lot normally do after the dancing at the end?” Pandora asked, searching the dimly lit field for a familiar face. “Do you have a post-festival tradition?”

Lily shrugged, lifting Pandora’s chin with the movement. “Usually we crash at Mary’s flat and watch rom-coms, but it’s not really a tradition. There just aren't many options mid-week.”

“Then, why don’t you walk me back to the Inn?”

“I can do that,” she agreed with a nod.

Pandora squeezed her lightly as she leaned up to whisper, “And then you can stay.”

“Then, I can stay?” Lily repeated, pulling back to study her face. “As in stay the night? With you?”

“If you want to, yes.”

Next Part>>>

#pandolily #pandalily #pandora lovegood x lily evans #lily x pandora #pandora lovegood #pandora rosier #lily evans #pandalily microfics

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themaiden05 · 2 months

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FATE (part 3)

pairing: Kartik Aaryan x fem reader

Kartik kept pacing around his room. he couldn't put down his phone. He opened his Dms again for the 69th time, still no sign of Y/n. what if she was mad at him Afterall he punched her brother on his nose, even worse what if she already had a boyfriend?

koki beta!!!!come down and have dinner.

yes, maaa coming!!!! fifteen minutes had passed since he said this. He still lingered around the phone that was now charging on his tabletop. what if he takes his eyes of the phone and she texts him, he wouldn't be able to reply and she'll take him for yet another arrogant celebrity wouldn't she? suddenly there was a knock on his door

beta? can mumma come in?

why do you even have to ask mumma?

Kartik's mum opened the door and came in. she was holding a plate. in the plate was chole Batture and in the bowl next to it was Gulab jamun. the smell of food hit Kartik like a truck. Having not ate anything from afternoon his stomach was doing cartwheels on the sight of food.

since you didn't care enough to come down and dine with us I thought ill bring the food up to you

oh maa its not that I don't care I was just really waiting for some texts you know!

achaa? another producer?

actually-

before Kartik could finish mummy ji had stuffed a piece of Batture dipped in buttery chole into his mouth.

hmmmm!!! mumma!!!kaise bana leti ho yaar itna tasty khana? ( how do you make such tasty food?)

maa hoon teri! ( i am your mom ) I know what you like and dislike and besides its also filled with my love and listen I have been seeing you walking around so stressed! now I don't know if it is related to those producers of yours or something else but take care of yourself koki ok?

yes maa and also you are here to take care of me right?

hmm soo much buttering!!

hehe now I hope everything goes well!

everything will go well beta if you truly want something with all your heart it will come to you!

ding ding *hey from y/n*

ohhhhh myyyy goooddddd mummyjiiii you are truly awesome i loveeeee youuu!!!!

kartik hugs his mumma and she walks out chuckling.

I hope this is another box-office hit.

* I know this part is really small but I'm writing this in between my study leaves. I have my internals going on and this has been in my draft for too long so I thought I'll post it no matter how small. the next part would be more detailed I swear*

#kriti sanon #strangers to lovers #bollywood #kartik aaryan x reader #kartik aaryan #karan johar #friends to lovers

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fairytaehl · 2 years

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she stole his shirt, he fell in love

Decided to upload one of my Mileven fanfics here off of ao3 (WubADubDub) just for exposure sake. If people like it then I'll consider posting the others on here.

Summary: The Hellfire shirt. He had gushed about it in his letters, how Eddie pitched the idea right before Halloween and when he made the order in late November. At the airport he told her they were given to the members by him as a Christmas gift, and he didn't wear it then, he was saving it for the first day back. But he had mentioned he tried it on right before she came. Which meant he was still lingering on the fabric.

Alternatively, Eleven wears Mike's Hellfire tee.

Rays of blue and white with faint hints of orange and yellow hitting the brunette's face in the early hours of the morning caused her to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light, followed by her fists coming up to rub the drowsiness away as she stretched her legs. When she extended her arms, lids squeezed shut, she felt herself tap the body beside her.

Eyebrows raised up high, she landed her eyes on the boy beside her. He was looking at her from the soft nudge, one side of his mouth curling up in a grin. Absent-mindedly, she softly smiled back, fixated on him.

"Goodmorning," he said, his voice clear of grogginess, meaning he had been up for some time already.

Eleven gave a nod of her head unconsciously. "Good... morning," she replied quietly.

Unable to help herself, she was taking in all of his features. He was holding a book about Albert Einstein, someone he explained briefly to her before, in his hands, one of the gifts he received from his family yesterday for the holiday. How he was able to take in all of that complicated information when the sun was barely up in the sky was beyond her.

But it was something she loved so much about him. She loved how he was so studious, so intelligent but humble about it, still carefree and dorky, yet able to be serious and clearheaded. Posing himself as nonchalant, distant and cool, when underneath it all he was a bit shy, really nerdy and at times, emotional. All of it she loved. And even if the days grew twice the size, it still wouldn't be enough time for her to wax poetic about the way she considered his every trait.

His hair was getting longer, too. She thought maybe he was letting it grow out because Eleven played with it and was consistently running her fingers through the strands. His freckles looked barely visible against his already pale skin, unexposed to any summer sun during these cold months. His eyes looked gorgeous, she could get lost in them forever (a phrase she adopted from hearing girls in her school say it.)

A hand waved once over her face, stirring her out of her enchanted state of mind.

"Hello? Earth to El? Did you hear me?" Mike asked, a chuckle slipping between his lips, surely knowing what was going on in that head of hers. She wondered if he had ever done this, too.

(He did. He even did it that morning, when he had woken up before her. For over twenty minutes he was unable to pull himself away from drinking up all of her sleeping beauty, mulling over how he felt so plain in comparison to her excellence. Booksmarts be damned, his girlfriend had the bravery, selflessness and compassion that he could only dream of having half of. She was the embodiment of what it means to love.)

Eleven shook her head, still in a daze, a sheepish smile on her face. Mike leaned down to kiss her gently, and she could feel his smile against hers. When he pulled away, touching their foreheads and leaving barely any space between them, he stared at her eyes, and she matched him, the insides of her stomach doing cartwheels.

"I asked if you slept okay," he explained in a whisper, using one hand to cup her cheek, something she only let him do in their most tender of moments, and the other to place the book face down.

For the second time in a short span, she raised her eyebrows, nodding intently and biting her bottom lip, leaning into his touch. Her hands were grasping at the sweats ( his sweats) beneath the blanket, heart throbbing from how he eyed her, as if reading her very soul.

Mike let out another laugh, and twisted his body slightly so he could be more comfortable as he went in to kiss her again, planting his hands over hers. He lifted them up to his neck, then dropped his, this time pressing them against her thighs to hold himself steady.

Without hesitation, Eleven began to dishevel his hair, finding comfort in how her digits got lost in those dark curls. She bent her knees to bring her calves closer and beneath her, turning so she was completely facing him.

It was chaste, it was simple, but it was them, and it was bliss.

They had plans, of course, they were always going to have a schedule when visiting one another, but El was more than content to stay in his room and just kiss, kiss, kiss. No matter what all their friends and family thought, she was happy passing time learning how gentle he could be, kissing her with care, kissing her with tenderness. She felt engulfed in his every move.

She was attached to him, she was well aware of this. Maybe a little more than was healthy, based on others' reactions, but how could she not love the guy who took her in, never questioned or pressured her, did his best to understand her and make her feel like a regular person? She was going to let herself stay this way. She felt like how when sap dripped down a tree, it would stay connected to the bark, despite every new part or rough edge it came across. Nobody was perfect, people said, but being imperfect is what made him perfect for her. It wasn't as if she hadn't had problems of her own.

"Michael!" Karen screeched suddenly. Eleven didn't think she was yelling for him before, but it didn't sound like it was the first time she called.

They broke apart, a look of fear spreading across Mike's features. He pulled away from Eleven, and unfortunately she had to release his soft hair (she had convinced him to start using conditioner in one of their calls after seeing him at Thanksgiving and tutting him for the texture) in this process, releasing an unintentionally loud sigh, earning a look from him to her as he got up, book carelessly falling to the floor. "Hang on, stay right here. I'll see what she wants and guess I'll grab some water for us, okay?" And then he was out his door and down the stairs.

El pouted and sat in the bed for a moment, hands folded above the blanket. Maybe this meant they'd be going out soon, if she was calling him down for breakfast or something.

Ugh.

She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, puckering her lips a bit before standing up. As she stepped over to her luggage, which she left unpacked there seeing as it wasn't a long stay, she glanced over at his closet.

It was closed, and yet something was drawing her to it. She stepped nearer, curiosity taking over. When she put her hand on the doorknob, she felt a strange wave of caution envelop her. Why did it feel like she was doing something wrong? It was just her boyfriend's clothes, right?

Feeling like she had to, she braced herself. Whatever was behind that door, if she didn't like it, she'd forget she ever saw it. So in a quick motion, she turned the knob and pulled the door.

And what she saw was exactly what one would expect. Clothes.

Letting out a weird sigh of relief, she stared longingly at the multitude of options. She didn't want to entertain what she was worried about; it wasn't there, it didn't matter, Mike still wanted her.

Taking another step forward, into the closet this time, her fingers danced across the garments he was hanging up. Sweaters, dress shirts, jackets and…

A puff of air left her lungs. The Hellfire shirt. He had gushed about it in his letters, how Eddie pitched the idea right before Halloween and when he made the order in late November. At the airport he told her they were given to the members by him as a Christmas gift, and he didn't wear it then, he was saving it for the first day back. But he had mentioned he tried it on right before she came. Which meant he was still lingering on the fabric.

She grabbed the hanger it was upon with such consideration, bringing it towards her so she could get a proper look at it. In her opinion, it was bitchin'.

Although it felt like she was doing something bad, she thought it was harmless. All she would do is put it on, look in the mirror, and take it off and place it right back. That was all. Mike didn't even have to know.

She placed it on the bed and slipped off her shirt, leaving that upon his blanket. She gently took the top off the hanger, and worried her bottom lip between her teeth right before taking the plunge and putting it on.

Nothing happened. The world didn't shift into the Upside Down, no one was there to say anything. She was okay.

Until she wasn't.

"Hey, El," a sigh, "Sorry about that–" came exasperatedly, but stopped short.

Eleven turned to him, surely looking like a deer lost in headlights (another phrase she had heard at school.) He was holding two glasses of water, as he said he would be. He looked stiff, his knuckles turning white from the tightening grip he had on the cups.

Uncontrollably, she started to feel like she was going to cry. Was he mad at her? But she had worn his clothes in the past and never seen a reaction like this. Oh, she was so stupid. He was clear about how personal this was, and to be doing this, well, she was foolish.

She began to play with the hem of the shirt, always needing to toy with something when she got overwhelmed or anxious. Her eyes cast down but then looked back up and then down again. Why wasn't he speaking? Was he that upset?

But she had no idea. No clue that Mike's brain was currently in overdrive, his thoughts running a mile a minute.

She looked adorable, she was wearing his shirt?, she couldn't be prettier, that was his shirt she was wearing his shirt, he kinda wanted to give it to her, but then he wouldn't be able to wear it enough for her to have his smell on it dumbass, but she looked so cute , it was so big on her.

All of this and more, crossing his mind within the ten seconds of, for her, unbearable silence.

She couldn't take it, and glanced up at him and opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong. But he was far too quick, reading her body language immediately, as he had spent so much time perfecting doing so.

He placed the glasses on his dresser (a bit roughly, as a little water splashed over the edges), and took the one big step needed to place his hands on her waist and lean himself down to touch his lips to hers.

Shock would've been an understatement, Eleven felt completely floored. If he was upset, he wouldn't kiss her. She didn't see that in the movies, so… maybe he wasn't mad at all?

As soon as it happened, though, he pulled his face back slightly. Dammit, how was his expression still unreadable?! Could he speak already? It was making her feel crazy.

But he felt crazy, too. His stomach was doing flips at how beautiful and precious she looked at the same time. She was wearing his shirt. A shirt that was (sorta) personally for him, a shirt he would be wearing as part of his identity in school, and he knew she knew that. He spoke ceaselessly about it. He couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"If you like it, I'll bring it to California when I come see you again, ya know, a-after I've worn it more," he babbled out, the words leaving his mouth before his brain could register them.

El tilted her head to the side a bit. "So… you're not mad?" She asked in a murmur, holding the bottom of the shirt in soft fists.

Mike scrunched his face in confusion. "What? No! El," a surprised, short laugh, followed by a concerned face, "why would I be mad?"

Now she felt stupid again. She looked down at her feet, shrugging.

But the boy in front of her was determined to not let her shutdown because of this. He used one hand to place a finger under her chin and guide her eyes towards him, the other grabbing her hand.

"El, there's no reason for me to be mad at you. You've done nothing wrong. If, um, anything," he raised an eyebrow and broke eye contact, "it makes me pretty happy seeing you wear this," he admitted, locking eyes again.

Eleven felt a rush of heat throughout her body. Oh. Well, that was a good thing to hear. Really good.

Mike clicked his tongue. "A-and uh, I mean it," he added on, glancing around nervously. "If you want to wear it later, I mean. Y-you can, I don't mind," he offered, his facial expression having gone from confident to shy.

The brunette couldn't help the shameless grin that formed on her face. She used the hand that he was not holding to place it upon his cheek.

"Mike," she began, gazing lovingly at him and capturing his attention, "I'd like that a lot."

Her boyfriend looked as if he was rendered speechless, gaping mouth as he nodded before saying, "Oh, cool, yeah c-cool. I'll bring it. I will. For you."

El's smile got even wider, and she placed a kiss upon his mouth.

Months later, when he would visit her for spring break, the shirt that he wore once a week since that conversation would be right in his suitcase as he flew to California.

#mileven #stranger things fanfic #mileven fanfic #mileven fanfiction #mike x eleven #eleven x mike #mike x el #el x mike #idk how to tag?#mi escrito

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lys-9-10 · 6 months

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Ch. 2 + 3 of "Connection" posted

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There’s a ginger scrub staring at Tobio through the window.

His nose is smushed up against the glass, making it look piggish. His mouth is hanging open, breath causing steam to gather around his face. Every once in a while, he pulls back to wipe the window clear with his sleeve—and then smushes up his nose all over again.

It isn’t abnormal for their Lindy Hop practice to draw the curious eyes of passing students. After all, with partner dancing being close to dead in mainstream culture (because people are idiots), most of Tobio’s peers have never seen something like this before. And normally, Tobio revels in the fact that his dancing is forcing people to watch.

But … this is different. None of the other students stare like this.

It isn’t just the smushed up pig nose. It isn’t just the wide open mouth. It’s the scrub’s eyes. They’re glittering. Positively enthralled. Delighted…

It pisses Tobio right off.

He whips Yachi too aggressively into a frisbee spin. She stumbles and bumps against him clumsily when he catches her. Looking up at him anxiously, Yachi clears her throat.

“Um! Are—are you alright, Kageyama-san?”

“What?” he snaps. “Of course I am.” He leads Yachi into a quadruple turn, then a cartwheel aerial, so she won’t be able to say anything else.

She lands back on her feet, looking slightly frazzled. “Well, ah,” Yachi says, struggling to catch her breath as Tobio mercilessly leads her straight into kick-throughs. “You just—seem a little—bothered—is all”—

She’s cut off by the sound of the door crashing open.

Jerking up his head, Tobio is shocked to see the ginger scrub hurtling toward them, pushing his way through the dance floor.

“PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO DANCE!!!”

Tobio makes a sound that is most definitely not a squawk as the scrub launches himself forward and flings both arms around Tobio’s middle. He looks up at Tobio through wide, earnest eyes.

“Please, please, please!!'' the scrub begs. “You guys look so awwwwwesome!! I wanna learn how to do this!! Can you teach me how to do that fancy flippy thing you just did?? And the kicky thing you were doing right after?? Please please teach me, senpai!!”

Tobio recovers enough to find his tongue. “What the hell! Get off me, dumbass!” He tries to wriggle out of the scrub’s grip, but those scrawny arms just tighten around him even more.

“Pleeeeeease!! I’m a fast learner, I swear! Please, this is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life!! You have to teach me!!”

Beside them, Yachi lets out a tiny squeak as she attempts to say something. “Um!” she stammers. “I-if you want to learn, I’m sure Daichi would be happy to welcome you into the club!”

The scrub’s head swivels towards her—though his arms stay locked tight around Tobio’s stomach. “Who’s Daichi?” He jerks his head up at Tobio. “Is he Daichi?”

“N-no. Daichi is our captain. You should talk to him if you want to”—

“Hey,” Daichi’s voice sounds, as he strides up to join them. “Everything good over here?” He turns to the ginger scrub and asks, not unkindly, “Who are you?”

The scrub finally lets go of Tobio’s middle (thank the gods), claps his hands together at his chest, and swoops down into a low bow. “I’m Shoyo Hinata, first year at Karasuno high!” he declares. “I want to learn how to dance!”

Daichi chuckles. “Shoyo Hinata, eh? I’m Daichi Sawamura. Welcome to Karasuno’s Lindy Hop club, Hinata-kun.”

Hinata’s eyes blow wide. “Welcome? Does that mean I can join??”

Daichi smiles. “Of course you can. The Lindy Hop club is open to everyone. No experience or audition necessary.”

“WOOOOOOOOWWW!!!” Hinata spins around in a hyper-energetic pirouette. (A poorly executed pirouette, of course. Idiot.) “That’s so awwwwwwesome!!”

Daichi erupts into a warm belly laugh, and even Yachi lets out a little giggle. Tobio, however, is frowning. “Captain,” he says, brusquely. “Do you really think this is a good idea? We’re in the middle of training for Lindy Bout. This is a crucial period for the club, we don't exactly have time to babysit newbies.”

Daichi folds his arms over his chest and levels Tobio with a cool stare. “And of course, Kageyama would be thrilled to be your teacher. What an excellent idea, Hinata-kun.”

Tobio’s jaw drops to the floor. “What?” he gasps.

Daichi takes a step forward and claps Tobio heavily on the back. Tobio buckles forward, the rest of the air that was in his lungs leaving in a swift whoosh. Daichi turns a smile on Hinata.

“We’re just about to wrap up practice for the day, but the two of you can start first thing tomorrow morning, if you like. We have open practice in this room every Saturday at 8:30 am, and every Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 3:30 pm. If you can’t make all of those, just come to the ones you can.”

Hinata’s face breaks into the widest, sunniest grin Tobio has ever seen. It makes him want to vomit.

“YEEEEEEES!!!” Hinata exalts, pumping one fist then the other into the air, in rapid succession. “I’m gonna learn Lindy Bop!”

“It’s Lindy Hop, dumbass!” Tobio snaps at him. Then he turns to Daichi and grips his arm, desperately. “Captain, please,” he begs. “You can’t do this to me right now. Yachi and I are training hard for Lindy Bout, all my time and energy needs to go into that. Get someone else to teach the scrub.”

“Newsflash, Kageyama,” Daichi says calmly, “Everyone is getting ready for Lindy Bout. You aren’t special.”

Tobio blanches. In his peripheral vision, he sees Yachi clap both hands to her mouth, her eyes shooting wide as saucers.

Daichi turns to Hinata again. His mouth pulls up into a kind smile ... but it hides a hint of a smirk under the surface. “You know what,” the captain says. “I think this teaching arrangement just might be mutually beneficial.”

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#kagehina #kghn #the swing dancing au nobody asked for #haikyuu!!#hq

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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Idk anything about Naruto but I love love love the way your works and always wanna hear more about your boos so with that in mind... Do you think Kiba is the type to find it hot that you cook/bake for him? From what you post he seems like the type of guy that would love someone to cook for him, like one of the ways to his heart is good cooking but you're the Kiba expert I just wanna hear you gush haha

oh my gosh, this is so cute. i think i might just melt <3

and i also think you're right!! imo, domestic bliss is something he'd love having; would even yearn for it the older he gets. sure, he's the type of guy that loves action and absolute mayhem when he's away on missions and just out and about, but i think when it comes to him arriving home, he'd just want the house to feel like exactly that - home.

and good meals can make a good home. i see him as being someone who's pretty decent at cooking himself because his mom is the type of strict parent who must have surely taught him how to work a stove and how to feed himself before she allowed him to move out and live on his own ahdhdhd.......... but yeah, i do think one way to get to his heart would most definitely be through his stomach. (the other one is by pumping his ego hdhdhdhsh)

and i do see him as a foodie. not as big of a foodie as naruto is, but one still big enough that a homemade meal - a meal made by you, for him - would send his heart doing cartwheels in his chest. the time and effort you'd be willing to put into it would make him feel so appreciated and loved, and at the end of the day that's what matters most to him.

he just wants to feel seen, and you cooking for him contributes to that <3

#also i think baked sweets would make him crush so hard on u #like when you're not even dating yet u present him with a little box of cookies you baked the day before #and he just turns all pink in the face and for the first time in his life gets completely speechless #simpy k.iba is so cute sigh #also i think he'd cook for u as well to try and return the same message #like as a silent thank u #biscuit mail

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comm-caribou · 2 years

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Track n’ Field (High School AU):

Finally got around to working on another one of these pieces that I posted about last month. @just-some-girl-92, you originally asked about this piece.

Summary: Juliette joined the track team to get closer to her crush, however the sun is not her ally. Lucky for her, her best friend always has her back.

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“I’m joined the track team!”

Considering how fast Juliette is, it was a good fit and she easily made the team. However, Cosmos was still worried for his best friend.

It wasn’t just the fact she only sighed up beside Digger and his “squad” were on the team.

There was the matter that his air headed, little friend had forgotten her sunscreen at almost every practice and was burning every time.

Now, was their first official meet, and Cosmos was pretty sure once again she forgot her sunscreen. On top of that, he didn’t have time to stop by the pharmacy to get some before.

He sat in biology, counting down the minutes the bell would ring when the teacher stepped out.

It was like an open invitation to talk, and they all took it.

Cosmos scanned the room, seeing which of his brothers were in this class as it was hard to keep track some days.

His eyes landed on a glimpse of a track n’ field shirt, peeking out of the front of a zipped up sweater two rows in front of him. Spun around in his chair, chatting about how he was fully prepared for his meet and restocked his medical kit.

****

Juliette rocked on her toes, eyeing Digger as he warmed up with his improv squad, jogging around and doing stretches with the other guys.

He saw her, and smiled his perfect white smile. It had her already getting butterflies as she shyly waved, and then her stomach did a full cartwheel when he jogged over.

“Hi, Angel,” he smiled, “excited for your first meet?”

She nodded, “I know there’s no winners, but I know you’ll have the best time.”

“Awe, he stretched his arms, “you’re too sweet. I know you’ll definitely do great. You’re a fast little runner.”

She blushed, and began kicking the red track with her socks that’s be stained by the squishy material.

Juliette looked up at Digger stretching his calves, and took a breath.

Here goes nothing.

“So… I was thinking, m-maybe you’d want to go ou-ACK!”

A cold substance smeared on the expose bits of her back, and she whipped around finding Boomerang red handed with a bottle of sunscreen.

“Listen here, missy,” Boomerang smeared it on her face, “last practice you burned like a lobster! But not this time!”

She squirmed, but he quickly grabbed her arm.

“Sorry, Angel,” Digger chuckled. “He is right.”

Juliette groaned.

“Here,” Digger placed a hand on Boomerang’s shoulder, “I’ll finish up.”

Boomerang passed him the bottle, “knock yourself out.”

Juliette sighed in relief as Boomerang walked off, going back to the bleachers where Mirage was doing homework by their bags.

Digger gently brushed her cheek, rubbing in the white cream to her skin better.

“You were saying?” Digger pressed.

She sighed, the moment gone, “it was nothing.”

“No sweat then,” he moved onto her shoulders, “but I have a question.”

“Yes?” She felt herself blushing.

He clicked the bottle closed, “would you like to go get pizza after this?”

She glanced over at his posse.

“Not them, just us,” he quickly interjected. “Like a date.”

Her eyes widened, and a smile graced her lips.

“Is that a yes, Angel?” Digger grinned, “do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes!“ she beamed, “I want to go out with you!”

He brushed her cheek, and said softly, “I’ll meet you after my last event.”

“Okay,” she blushed.

****

“That was not part of the plan,” Cosmos muttered.

He gaze shifted the football player beside him in a black leather jacket, looking completely heartbroken.

His crush was being swept away by the Track Star.

“Sorry, Fury,” Cosmos whispered.

“She’s happy,” Fury sighed, “that’s all I want.”

#caribou originals #caribou speaks #caribou ocs #star wars #star wars the clone wars #juliette trix #sergeant digger #cosmos #boomerang #arc trooper fury

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berserkerrose · 2 months

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A vent post about learning

I've learned how to knit recently and it came easier to me once I got past the initial curve. But that initial curve was a bear. And I looked through video after video of some overly chipper voice going "its not that hard" while they knit and purl like second nature. Each time they failed to verbally explain the basic motion. It took someone that does wordless tutorials for it to click.

And it made me realize how much I hate the term "easy" with learning. The worst band director I ever had once made a good point of after he had a kid and seeing his kid learning to roll over he realized every goddamn step is an achievement.

And in my professional job I remind others of that with blood draws and finger sticks. It's not easy, but after doing those tests for 8 hours a day for almost 3 years they come somewhat easy for me.

But somehow it's more humiliating when I try to learn to draw and the logical side of my brain knows it's easy for people that have been doing it again and again for hours a day for years, but the other side is embarrassed with what I come up with. It feels like I'm barely able to roll only my stomache but I'm watching people do cartwheels around me. And it's not their faults, they admit it's from enough practice that it becomes easy. I'm just impatient with myself and expecting my brain and hand to finally get on the same fucking page. But it still is frustrating when I can see something in my mind so clearly and understand the basic theories, but my hands don't get it.

#vent post #tw vent

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onlyseokmins · 3 months

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‘if u read it’ EXCUSEEEEEE me i will be gobbling it up like a little gremlin what do u mean IF😭 when i tell you my stomach did a cartwheel when i saw u had a fic in the works i mean it, i am seated and whenever it’s ready you knowwww my post notifications are on for u sweetheart😭💝 - 🍿 x

fjaskdfj i just don't wanna force/pressure/assume anyone will read my fics haha but stop ur so cute :') lich rally don't deserve u <33333

#i am kithing ur forehead ALL OVER #🍿 anon #ez.inbox

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cockasinthebird · 3 years

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Dear Harringrove peeps, followers and mutuals alike, I have a quick question

See, by now I've gotten 4 anon requests (pretty sure three of them is from the same anon, I see you 👅) asking for trans Harringrove

I'm non binary with slight body dysphoria, and so I'm wondering, should I write it?

I worry a lot about being accidentally insensitive without realising it, or not portraying the trans characters the way they deserve

I love trans HCs and support them fully, but am I the right person to ask to do this?

Advice greatly appreciated!

#Harringrove #I just don't wanna accidentally step on anyone's feet or feels ya know??#I'll gladly write trans Harringrove #But I worry about getting hate or accidentally misrepresenting anyone #And if any trans man reading this would be interested in being a sensitivity reader #Hmu!#I won't start writing this till I've gotten some kind of advice #Also gonna finish other things first ofc haha #I am open to critique about this #Even if I accidentally said something wrong in this post alone #Tell me! Educate me!#Yes I'm NB but I'm not a trans man or woman #So there'll be stuff I don't know stuff about #There'll be experiences and emotions #And I wanna do it right #My stomach doing cartwheels just by posting this

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sukuna-thirst-trap · 2 years

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Well i do have a request! Can you please make a og form sukuna x reader getting married? just pure fluff please! I saw your latest post hehe so i decided to send a request!

Thank you for such a request that makes my heart flutter while writing it up and I do apologize for how long it took to get this written up and done.

I looked up some traditional Japanese wedding traditions and given how Sukuna is tied to the Buddhist religion it just kind of flowed. I also feel he would be very traditional but in his own way of course.

Again I will always be open to Requests and I absolutely loved writing and re-reading this.

The King of curses is of course very particular and he just has to make the reader all his. So I hope I have done justice to daddy Kuna.

Pure Fluff between Reader and Original Form Sukuna <3

✧ Word Count: 2k

✧ Word Explanations:

Wagasa-Traditional paper Umbrella used in Japanese culture

Secular Wedding- it is a wedding ceremony that is “free”. It has no legal or religious value, however. it is a wedding ceremony, which is primarily based on the wishes of the bridal pair Aka What Sukuna wants, Sukuna gets in his own way.

Kakeshita Kimono- The kakeshita is a wedding kimono with a slightly padded hem. The bride can either wear a colorful kakeshita, or a all white kakeshita called a shiro kakeshita.

The day had finally come, your heart was pounding in your chest, butterflies were doing cartwheels in your stomach.

Carefully the heavy weighted fabric of a kimono was placed over your shoulders as diligent fingertips worked the layers out.

Not a crease or accidental fold to be seen

Looking into the mirror, you watched yourself become almost transformed into someone you almost didn't quiet recognize

Today is the day

You keep reminding yourself.

It has to be perfect

You repeat non stop.

" You shouldn't be stressing" a calm voice reminds you

Turning your head to the side, you glance a look at Uraume and gently smile. They had been so helpful with planning and helping you with the traditional values of marriage it was almost hard to believe that both of you had gotten off the wrong foot so many years ago.

Who started what, you couldn't remember but you had always clashed heads, Uraume and yourself. And it was always over who was the most loyalist to him, to Sukuna.

The King of curses.

Now it seemed both Uraume and yourself had become a team, friends in a lot of ways.

So to you it only seemed appropriate that it should be Uruame helping you into your wedding kimono.

Like a best friend assigned such a significant task as this.

" Sorry" with a sweet smile you turn back to the mirror and stretch your arms out.

Earlier you had bathed in beautiful hot water, oils and cleansed every inch of your body. The scent of lavender and rosemary lingered on your skin.

Your hair is so perfectly done up and adorned with beautiful decorations, smelled of sweet argan oil and mint.

With all the layers to the kimono you truly felt the weight of the fabric upon you. Even so, it was beautiful. A kakeshita kimono with a soft white and blue flower pattern.

Resembling not just a white and brightly coloured kimono, but one so similar to Sukunas.

Even the sash Obi to be placed upon you was a deep blue like that of Sukunas.

It seemed bright in its colours but it reminded you of Sukuna in so many ways.

" Don't move" Uruame muttered as they lifted up the fabric of the obi sash and placed it gently around your stomach.

done up in the back in a beautiful and traditional bow, it pulled the kimono in defining your waist and chest area all the more.

Your heart skipped a beat as you gazed upon yourself This was the sign it was almost time, time to become a Ryomen.

All that was needed now was to enter Sukuna's personal shrine where the king of curses himself would be awaiting you.

Were you afraid? No not in the slightest, more so nervous as you folded your hands In front of you, allowing the sleeves of the kimono to perfectly sit by your side.

You are perfect.

You mentally say to yourself.

Your hair was perfectly done in a traditional Japanese style bun. Your features are beautiful and illuminating with only small makeup on your lips and eyes in traditional Japanese style.

You blushed looking at yourself. So noble in appearance, you fluster a little. So traditional you mentally remark. Fit for the king himself.

On such a day it had to be perfect, you had to be perfect. It was a dream come true to marry the King of curses. Sukuna had chosen you above all others and that meant something.

Not just to yourself but to everyone that would come to know you as a Ryomen too.

Gesturing to follow, Uraume lead the way outside and into the courtyard. Snow littering the ground.

As your feet touched the ground, hearing the crunch of ice beneath, you could feel the tension within you.

So close now.

Closer than you were five minutes ago.

Everything had been perfectly orchestrated by Sukuna. A secular Buddhist wedding in traditional Japanese style. It was still traditional but wasn't your typical white wedding.

Everything held symbolism towards Sukuna and his title.

The sound of drums and chanting echoed throughout the area. Monks remained within their places, for this wedding even they did not have the right to enter Sukuna's personal shrine. Only chant and rejoice in their ways of your union.

Sukuna was particular; he wanted it to be special, just you and him. Maybe a little possessive too but you admired that.

With a wagasa(umbrella) in hand, Uraume raised the brightly red wagasa over your head to shield you from the snowflakes that gently danced down to the ground.

Most royal or noble weddings involved groups of people, family, that would lead you to the shrine to await your soon to be husband. Sukuna could have allowed the monks to take that place, to polish the path before your feet.

Yet he did not. Only Uraume was worthy enough to be the servant to do so. Hearing the chanting of the monks was enough for you.

It wasn't that the wedding was a secret. For many far and wide in villages and cities would hear about the one who took Sukunas heart.

To become a Ryomen and serve by his side.

With a deep icy breath in, you followed the path that whined down toward the shrine. Garden beds remained still in flower despite the cold.

Sukuna loved winter, he loved to watch the snowfall each year. So there was no surprise he ensured everything during this time of year remained resilient against the snow and cold climate. It was his idea to marry in this season and you didn't blame him either. All the more reason to wear so much layering to your kimono as you gracefully walked. Almost like millions of people were watching.

Approaching the shrine, the outside walls were adorned with banners showing Sukunas symbol which gently drifted in the faint breeze that blew by.

Just before the arch way of the temple entrance, Uruame stopped. From here on you would enter. Only you.

That was Sukuna's command as you looked upon the arch way and drew in a deep breath as you stepped within. Almost like entering into another world.

If anything was obvious it was that Sukuna wanted you all to himself. No one could look at you let alone touch you. Only his most trusted servant, Uraume was permitted with any sort of task revolving around you and your cares.

Perhaps that was why Sukuna was so hasty to marry you. To quickly make you all his. Instantly you blushed at the thought as you stepped into the inner courtyard of the shrine.

There was a small path that led further to the inside where Sukuna awaited. Your heart drummed to an unknown beat as you looked up towards the area.

Eyes big and wide in awe of the structure, how the snow fell over the building but also the fact Sukuna was so nearby.

If anything, you also wanted to be all Sukuna's. You wanted the world to know you belonged to him and him alone. If another man was to look at you, you would glare daggers in their direction.

Both Sukuna's heart and your own were aligned as one and the same.

Graceful steps down the pathway led you into the sanctum of the temple where you felt the bathe of warmth. The aroma scent of incense over filled the air as smoke trailed off the burning sticks and upwards towards the shrines ceiling of the temple.

Hunched over in a bowing position, Sukuna remained with head bowed towards the temple altar. Not a monk priest or person was in sight.

Just Sukuna.

The man was a giant compared to you, but the size comparison between Sukuna and yourself kind of made you want to giggle. You liked it a lot, you also assumed so did Sukuna.

Bowing your head by his side, you kneeled carefully and bowed alongside Sukuna.

The smile on your face radiated, you just couldn't help it. Even the blush on your cheeks stood out, like a porcelain doll.

" Nervous?" Sukuna teased with that wicked smile on his face.

"No, you?" You jest back in a playful nature.

Only a faint chuckle from Sukuna told you that he was pleased. Pleased with the situation of your wedding and pleased with you by his side.

There was no temple priest, only Sukuna and yourself. How dare anyone look upon your beauty besides Sukuna. His possessive nature wasn't just adorable but comforting. You liked that a lot about Sukuna.

You felt secure, no one would dare bring harm to you without the wrath of Sukuna.

Tilting your head a little bit to glance. Either at Sukuna from the corner of your eye, you nodded while remaining silent.

Only Sukuna softly made a faint chuckle beneath his breath. His side eyes watching you. Already you wanted this distance between you over and done with. All you wanted was to hold him, to touch him. Gently store his face and plant kisses on his lips.

Sukuna loves how you paid so much attention to him. Such loving and caring nature. Even how you looked at him and smiled was comforting to him.

For a man, a king of curses, to finally be comforted by a woman so petite was rather pleasant to him.

If anything was known about Sukuna it was how he loved to be adored by others. Having you care for him, cook for him and even make love to him made the king of curses feel more godly.

For a moment you both remained in silence but in unison both of you sat up and looked ahead.

Normally a Monk would have been present, but Sukuna himself had ensured only his eyes were to be on you. There was no secrecy, only possessive.

Turning your head you looked to Sukuna as he looked to you. You swore up and down that there was a reddish hue in his cheeks. Never before had the king of curses married. Never before had he even allowed anyone of any gender to touch or care for him like you have.

You couldn't take your eyes off him. Even though he wore his traditional kimono, the blue scarf around his neck, Sukuna just seemed…different in a way.

" Y/n" Sukuna started off with " Under my regime I will promise to protect you, care for you and love you until my dying breath. Do you accept my eternal love?"

You could see it in his eyes, all four of them. Sukuna had the look of despair, as if afraid you might reject him or get cold feet suddenly.

Only your smile cheered him up as you gently nodded your head.

" Of course, my king, my love, my soul is eternally yours. I shall care and love you for all my life and again in the next life. " You leaned in and smiled as you spoke your words so sweetly and only audible to his ears.

Sukuna didn't hesitate as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips. Yet this ceremony was far from over. Just one kiss and you wanted more, you could feel Sukuna wanted to hold you in all four of his arms but even he had to restrain himself. As he broke the kiss and looked into your eyes.

" It is with tradition that you be marked. Please give me your hand " so soft and gentle. One might say Sukuna spoke with respect as he held out one of his four arms towards you.

Gently you raised your hand and placed it in the hand of his much larger one, feeling the radiant warmth from his touch. Another one of his hands came across and with two clawed fingers he drew two lines across your wrists with the nails having dug into your skin ever so slightly.

A burning sensation scorched your skin as you winched a little but the pain faded fast. Where the faint marks were drawn from Sukuna’s nails, now visible to the whole world, had burnt into your skin a dark ink similar to Sukunas own two Tattoo wrists.

A binding vow to the Ryomen name, you smiled and looked up at Sukuna with pure joy in your eyes. Such a marking was to be honored as your face burnt a bright red.

Holding out his other hand, you raise your opposite and untouched hand which remains unmarked.

Much like before Sukuna drew two lines with his nails across your wrists which formed into two black lines over your wrists.

Now you were a Ryomen as you looked and examined both your wrists with delight and joy before returning your gaze back to Sukuna once more. Glee and happiness beaming off your face like the warm sunshine.

Marked by Sukuna was an honor that no others had ever had. The binding vow tattoos held far more significance than any other kind of marking made by Sukuna. You were his and his alone.

A gentle smile crossed Sukunas lips as he looked upon you, seeing you this happy made him feel far less murderous and more like his former human self. Having only faintly harmed you with a curse technique which imbued you with a binding vow of marriage, to see you this happy…

Well Sukuna had to admit that he rather enjoyed it, wanting to see you like this all the time. Harming you wasn't his true intentions, this was tradition. For a Ryomen even more so.

Carefully Sukuna took both your hands in his and raised them to his lips. Softly he kissed the tattooed area with such care and gentleness that it might seem alien to others.

But to you, and only you, had seen him so soft and caring. Like a gentle giant.

Leaning forward you plant a kiss atop his forehead and hear him softly hum. United in marriage, marked as Sukunas, what more could you ask.

Maybe a child? You jokingly thought.

Wrapping his other two arms around you, Sukuna pulled you in against him. His head resting atop yours, your face pressed against his chest.

You could hear it, the beating drum of his heart. You couldn't help but feel filled with such joy and happiness you thought you could never ever achieve until you met Sukuna.

Both of you were picture perfect.

The ideal couple.

Married to the king of curses.

What a strange delightful happiness that filled you as you sunk into his warmth and remained in his arms knowing that for all eternity you were his and he was yours.

#Jjk #jjk x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #jjk fluff #jjk writing #jjk fanfic #Anon Ask #Requests #Requests are open

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jonnnysuh · 3 years

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Dating Yugyeom would include

Dating GOT7 would include | SERIES

Just based off my observations/my perception of him. Obviously I have no idea what dating him would be like but thought it would be fun to do. This is more playful than romantic bc what is romance???

Literally never shutting the fuck up

Having meaningless fights about little things and then going back to normal

Having your own language that makes no sense to everyone else

Laughing til your stomachs hurt and trying to recreate what just happened but laughing again

Roasting each other as a sign of affection

Too many nicknames that have weird origin stories that y’all can’t remember

Both needing to get your ways so you’ll pout until one of you budges

He is such a simp tho

Mocking each other after someone says absolutely anything

Dance battles

saying “YOOOOOOOU” like soulja boi

Resting his chin on your head

BOYBOYBOYBOY ((((you kno like when they yell like a siren)))

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING” “IM JUST HAPPY”

Having to make the hard decisions for him

Not being able to complete a task bc you’re both so annoyingly distracting

Something that should take 30 minutes to finish takes 3 hours instead

Both being confused all the time so you discuss how things should be done and then fight over it

he’ll purposely hide things to make it hard for you

Holding things over your head bc he wants to watch you jump

“You’re a bully” “you’re a bully too” “ya but it’s only okay if I do it”

Saying the same shit at the same time and hitting each other in excitement

He’s funnier than you but you won’t admit it

SENDING VOICE NOTES INSTEAD OF TEXTING AND YALL HAVE SHORT ATTENTION SPANS SO SOMETIMES IF YOU DONT REPLY IN A FEW MINS YOU FORGET WHAT YOURE SUPPOSED TO SAY SO YOU START A NEW CONVERSATION

He has a meme folder and has a meme for every occasion

Bro he’ll MAKE memes using pictures of you

If he doesn’t reply within a few seconds it’s bc he’s trying to find the perfect meme or making one

A never ending game of iMessage connect 4

How he’d annoy you:

Rock Paper Scissors to get out of doing something but even if he loses he’ll refuse for a bit and then do it

Acting shocked even though he knew something you didn’t

acting like he’s listening but really he’s doing something else

making you call him oppa or he’s not listening

Laying on his shoulder during long car rides

He makes a big deal about your birthday and will plan everything to a t

He sucks at surprises though bc you he tells you everything

it’s always either by accident like he slips it in

OR you’re like “tell me” “no” “fine” “OKAY I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE WE’RE GOING ON A TRIP TO PARIS”

Gossiping with him and he hates all the people you hate and then will also bring up something he heard about them

he would tour new places with you on facetime and bother everyone in the process

the facetime photos you guys take are so frightening and confusing to look back on bc there’s so much movement and emotion on your faces

buying you dessert/pastries when you’re sad

LITERALLY LAUGHING FESTS BEFORE BED

IT’S ALWAYS STUPID BRO

BUT Y'ALL WILL CRY LAUGHING TOGETHER EVERY SINGLE TIME

Y'ALL JUST SAY THE STUPIDEST SHIT

“YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS” SHOVING THE PHONE IN THEIR FACE AND IT’S THE DUMBEST FUCKING VIDEO IN THE UNIVERSE BUT WHY ARE YOU BOTH DYING

Every single one of the boys know he’s whipped and he’s embarrassed but also you’re his person so who wins now

he’s literally so thoughtful

he knows all your favourite songs and makes a playlist

flowers and flowers and flowers

he’ll drop anything he can to be with you

will remember your childhood stories better than you

can finish your sentences

messages you every time you post a new picture

“hey this thing made me think of you” text

gets you guys matching chain bracelets/rings

finishes the food you can’t

doing tiktok dances but not posting them bc you’re both embarrassing

but he will start the video literally ANYWHERE.

on the plane? in the parking lot? at a restaurant?

His hand is always on you especially when you’re walking through a crowd

having to ask him to slow down bc you have short legs

Tippytoing to kiss him

innocent flirting that turns dirty really quick

he definitely likes being small spoon

he talks in his sleep

he has the most irrational fears in the world

“THAT TEXTURE IS SOOOO UGLY I CAN’T LOOK AT IT PLEASEEE”

doing something cute and HE’S JUST SO EASILY LIKE “I LOVE YOU”

always wants to slow dance with you to any song just so he can hold you and lead

he’ll whisper in your ear just to get you hot like fuck offffffffff

his skincare routine takes soo long to do he’ll be in the washroom for 30 minutes

“You’re such a kid”

“Are you a baby?” “YA YOUR BABY”

One of you will start singing and the other joins in but the boys are like shut the fuck uppppp

I feel like he’d like to play wrestle bc this man chooses violence every single time

he can do a perfect impression of you

both of you will up the cheesiness when u notice that it’s making everyone else cringe just to make them cringe more

be prepared to kill the spiders

also be prepared to watch scary movies with the lights on bc he is spooked!

Always saying “woooow” sarcastically when someone does something unimpressive

he is an attention whore so when you’re ignoring him he will do cartwheels🤸🏻‍♀️ and try to be funny

making him blush is so easy it’s like a superpower he just gets flustered

Making a bad decision and saying “yolo ✌️😗”

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