#my style is surprisingly consistent this week

[nahoney22]

Hello, Sunshine! Congrats on the 4000!! I'm honoured to count myself between those 🙌🏼

I would like to make a request, so I can join in the festivities. I've been thinking hard to give you something nice, and suddenly an idea struck me, so I humbly offer it to you:

Female reader/Tech (no surprise here, right?), pre-relationship, for some accidental reason (up to you) Tech touches her hair/skin gloveless, and he becomes fascinated by how soft it is (he is a soldier, but I'm sure he appreciates fine things), and I'm picturing him here with a slightly addictive personality, so he starts touching and petting her, kind of absent-mindedly while he is working, or she goes next to him (or at that same moment, tho, whatever fits you better). Reader starts getting flustered because those fingers, am I right. I can see a NSFW ending, but if it doesn't come to you, it's fine.

I would just love to see this idea played out in your style!

Thank you so much! And more than anything, have fun!

Just A Little More***

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 3k

Tech had never struck you as the touchy-feely type so why is it when he asks you to do repairs for him that he just can’t keep his hands to himself and how can you get his hands to move elsewhere?

warnings: NSFW 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language, non established relationship, accidental caressing, slightly touchy-feely Tech but SFW, first kiss, skin kisses, Intercrural sex (thigh sex/thigh job), handjob, minor nipple play, friends to lovers. Not proofread.

authors note: Thank you for the request my beautiful @doublesunsets and apologies for the huge wait! Hope this is okay🤍

You're feeling perplexed.

Though, It's not necessarily an unusual sensation since joining The Bad Batch and adapting to their peculiar ways of living and combat. However, your current confusion reached a peak a few days back.

Tech had summoned you beneath the ship for repair assistance and out of nowhere, he began tracing his fingers along your forearm. You looked at him, then your arm, and then back at him as he remained absorbed in his task, and for some reason, you refrained from questioning his actions. You gathered that perhaps he was so engrossed in his task that he didn't realise he was touching you, and so you dismissed it as an accident.

Yet, it persisted. He continued seeking your help, tasks usually assigned to Echo, and despite assigning you a task, his hand consistently found its way to your arm, fingers casually brushing against your skin. It was peculiar but not entirely unwelcome.

This routine persisted for a week until the last occurrence compelled you to finally seek an explanation.

One evening in the confined space of your bunk, your face bathed in the dim glow of your datapad's screen when a message notification from Tech pops down. The request for assistance in the cockpit sparks a strange sensation in your chest – a mix of nerves and intrigue, perhaps. Without letting him wait for a response, you place the datapad down and traverse through the ship.

Upon entering the cockpit, the soft hum of the machinery surrounds you. But there in the pilot's seat is Tech, immersed in his own datapad, donned in his underarmour wear. The steady rhythm of his fingers tapping on the screen adds to the ship's ambient sounds and your footsteps echo softly as you approach.

Hearing your approach, Tech glances up, pushing his goggles up his nose with a subtle yet distinct motion. "Ah, there you are.”

"Here I am," you respond with your hands on your hips, a hint of awkwardness in your voice as a sudden wave of shyness washes over you. But non-surprisingly, Tech doesn't seem to notice.

He goes ahead and explains the task at hand—helping with wiring under the control panel. Following the usual protocol, you swiftly retrieve the necessary tools and gloves. As you slide on your gloves, you notice Tech doing the opposite, peeling his off, a recurring behaviour over the last few days.

With your curiosity getting the better of you after the last few days, you inquire, "What are you doing?" His confusion is evident as he looks at you, brows furrowed. When you gesture to his now bare hands, your gloved ones drawing attention, he seems momentarily flustered.

"Oh... I am not too sure," he mumbles, hastily putting the gear back on before moving toward the control panel, ready to slide underneath.

His genuine confusion hints that it might be learned behavior—perhaps he grew accustomed to the contact, and the lack of questions made it a norm. So, setting aside these thoughts, you join him under the control panel, observing his nimble fingers at work with the wires. Although his explanations might be slipping past your ears, you find enjoyment in watching him in his element. As you assist with holding the wires and passing over tools, a subtle but palpable shift in the air suggests that something feels different.

A subtle warmth builds beneath your clothes, and you attribute it to the close proximity to Tech, though the unfamiliar mix of nerves and intrigue from before confuses you even more.

The absence of his gentle touches leaves you feeling somewhat adrift, and a part of you yearns for that contact once again. It's a peculiar sensation, considering he seemed unaware of it all.

Caught in your internal questioning, Tech, too, is in a trance of his own. His nimble fingers have paused in their task, and instead, he's captivated by the scent and touch of your hair brushing against his cheek. With your head tilted to the side, loose strands cascade down, lightly grazing over his cheek.

He knows the smell.

It’s the hair care product you had begged him to add to the list of resources once in a supply run because as you once said ‘if I’m gonna kick arse, I want my hair soft, shiny and smelling good in the process’. And for some reason, he said yes. Maybe he was soft on you or maybe it was because you constantly asked and he was getting a headache.

He wasn’t sure but what he did know was that it was soft.

And shiny.

And smelt beautiful.

The moment holds a certain intimacy, yet neither of you seemed to notice eachothers reactions; both of you lost in your own thoughts.

Tech swiftly resumes his task, jolting into action after a subtle shift from you beside him, and a focused silence envelops the cockpit. You exhale softly, attempting to steady your breathing and cool the warmth beneath your clothes. Blinking, you glance away from his hands, awkwardly holding the small screwdriver he had asked you to handle a few moments ago.

As he finishes, both of you slide out from under the control panel. Surprisingly, you find Tech standing there with his now ungloved hand outstretched towards you.

Pausing for a moment, you look at his hand and then to him, a curious desire to test his reaction arising. Deciding to slip your gloves off first, the motion seems to momentarily freeze him. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, and you seize the opportunity to slip your bare hand into his outstretched one.

His hand is warm, perhaps a bit sweaty, but the touch feels natural, fitting. With a gentle tug, he helps you onto your feet, but instead of releasing your hand, he continues to hold it. His gaze fixates on your intertwined hands, and his thumb lightly brushes over your skin, sending a subtle thrill through you.

As your heart quickens and the warmth intensifies, your eyes remain fixed on his face, searching for clues.

Unable to wonder any longer, you break the silence with a whispered yet firm question, "What's going on, Tech?" His trance is broken, and he shifts his gaze from your hand to your eyes. With a clearing of his throat, he attempts to conjure an excuse to leave the cockpit, but as he moves past you, you grab his arm, pulling him to a halt.

"I don't think so. Tell me what this is about.” The air is charged with anticipation as you await his response.

"Well, alright," he starts, turning back to face you but struggling to meet your gaze. "Would you believe me if I said I did not know?"

You blink at him but offer a small smile, "Tech, I'd believe you if you said this whole planet was made out of cheese."

Seeing him relax, you notice a slight smile as he moves to lean against the control panel, folding his arms over his chest. "I suppose my only reasoning behind it is that I am not used to such contact. Nor am I used to touching something… soft."

You raise a brow, slightly amused, but a small flutter stirs in your chest at his words. "You think my hands are soft?"

"Yes," he admits, a subtle raspiness in his tone, "immensely."

The heat of the blush intensifies as Tech's sweet compliments linger in the air, leaving you somewhat flustered. Your attraction to him, always present, takes on a new depth as you watch him work up close and feel his touch.

His words almost make you crumble, and you find yourself at a loss for a proper response, opting instead for a playful comment about the soap bar you use.

"Ah yes, I have seen it in the refresher," he notes, his hands now behind him, gripping the edge of the control panel. His fingers strum somewhat nervously, creating a subtle melody in the air.

Nervously chewing on your lip, the action doesn't escape Tech's notice as his skin grows warm as you both stand in an awkward silence, unsure of the next move. It's you who takes the initiative, closing the distance with a step closer.

"You know, you can carry on touching me if it makes you feel better," you suggest, and Tech's eyes slightly widen.

"It is not an action that makes me feel 'better,' so to speak," he explains, visibly relaxing, "but it is just a sensation that I have been enjoying. If it made you feel uncomfortable in any way, you should tell me."

A soft giggle escapes you, and this time, you come to a stop directly in front of him. Gently reaching for his hand, you bring it into your own. "If I had a problem with it, I would've said. I also wouldn't be doing this."

The touch carries a subtle yet intentional message, one that surprisingly resonates with Tech. Not known for his overt emotional responses, he acknowledges the unspoken connection between you two. "I suppose not," he nods, standing tall. His fingers trace over yours, a silent exploration mapping every scar and freckle.

“They are so soft.” He mumbles more to himself than he does to you, seemingly in a complete trance.

You watch him, like you had done for the last few days and you can’t help but feel like you’ve read the situation between you both correctly. So, summoning your courage just above a whisper you say, “I’m pretty soft in other places too.”

He halts for a moment, meeting your gaze with wonder. “I can not lie and say that that did not sound arousing… and inviting.”

You raise a brow, a cocky yet enticing smirk on your lips. “Maybe it was an invitation?”

Tech has no words, he doesn’t know what else to say but instead watches as you take a step back from him and start to pull your shirt away from your body.

You stand in front of him, shirtless.

He didn't need Hunter's senses for this; he could smell you, almost taste you. Your skin had a glow amidst the dim lights of the ship, and his nostrils filled with the faint mist of your soap.

The subtle aroma encapsulated the moment, heightening the sensory experience as his eyes continued to explore the intricate details of your body. The air in the cockpit seemed charged with a connection that was too intense to deny.

“You are beautiful.”

Your eyes shine at his words and you naturally move back towards him, his hands instinctively moving to your waist where you inhale a sharp gasp, your skin tingling at his touch alone. “Do you want me, Tech?”

His fingers trail along your skin and you see him dab his lips idly with his tongue. “More than I have ever wanted anything before.”

Grinning, you nod for him as a go ahead as you lean yourself against the console as his hold on you tightens, dexterous fingers dancing against your skin until they land at the buckle of your pants, a teasing tug suggesting he wanted to see all of you.

“Go ahead,” you rasp, mouth salivating as Tech hums in approval and helps you slide your pants down to your ankles.

Cool air hits your skin followed by the warmth of his hand moving down to the curve of your arse, muttering something quietly to himself which has you giggling under his touch.

“Something amusing?” He quips, hands moving from your arse to your breasts, fondling them gently.

“This is the quietest I’ve seen you is all.”

Chuckling he says, “When I am in deep thought, experiencing my desires, I tend to fall quiet.”

“Desire, hm?” You purr. Tech slowly begins circling you, letting his trained hands, so often equipped with his datapad, tools, blasters now caress every single inch of your nude skin. With a grasp at your hips, your back is dragged to his chest, his hands on the soft skin of your stomach.

“Desire…fascination…lust…” he grins as you gasp, his hands cupping both of your breasts, your head lolling back into his shoulder.

“Tech,” you whine, legs trembling as his fingers brush over your stiffening nipples, pinching them between his fingers.

“Yes, dear? Do you like this sensation?” He breathes down your ear, lips brushing against your lobe before they move to your shoulder, a sweet kiss planted.

“Mm, yeah- s’good.” You wriggle against him, your arse pressed to his solid cock.

He sighs against you in pleasure, playing with your tits as you move your hands behind you, cupping him between his legs, heart racing as you gather how big and ready he was for you.

“I can help with that.” He grunts as he moves one hand away from you, tugging himself out of his pants so you can get a firm hold and as your hand grips his heated length he lets out a beautiful whine of his own.

“Fuck,” Tech ruts agaisnt your soft hand, everything he had been wanting to feel around his cock becoming reality. He finally spins you to face him, nearly knocking you off your feet as his lips crash to yours, desperate and full of passion.

“You’re wonderful.” His groan is guttural, lips moving from yours down your neck, over your collar bones until they latch to one of your nipples, sucking and ever so gently biting at the peaks before he laves his tongue flat against your flesh.

You curse, his pace slow and tantalising as his hand strokes your other breast, feeling its weight in his hand and thumbing your plump nipple.

Clit throbbing with an unmet need for attention, you cry out his name and he removes his mouth with a small pop, he places a tender kiss to your lips.

“Can I try something?” You are flushed against him, cock pressing to your stomach and you nod eagerly.

“Of course.”

He grinds his hips against you softly for a moment, there was no set rhythm and was based entirely on instinct and desperation alone. His hands bite your hips as he kisses your neck and shoulder, earning quiet, content hums in response.

His hands dug between his and your stomach. “Just let me—“ he takes a hold of his cock, wet and leaking, before pressing it between your thighs.

“Ah, fuck, so soft.” He choked, pushing his goggles up his nose which had fallen slightly down.

His hips start to thrust, dragging his dick against your thighs and more noticeably against your folds. “Tech…” you whimper in satisfaction, heart pounding against your chest.

“Just a little more, darling.” The whines, pants and groans that leave his throat are pure filth to the ears, his movement so erratic that you had to hold onto his shoulders to keep you standing as your thighs swallow his throbbing tip entirely. His grip on your waist tightens at every increasing pace.. “J-Just… a little more.”

He fucks your thighs beautifully, tip prodding agaisnt your clit with every movement. You’re pent up. He is definitely pent up as you both dive into another kiss and you quietly beg him for more.

“You can fuck me, Tech… you can have all of me.” You bite against his lower lip, earning a low growl and a harsh thrust in return.

“I’ll fuck you properly, I promise.” His words held, like he said, a promise but you knew he just had to fuck your thighs just a little bit more, you knew he had to feel the softness of your skin he had been admiring for however many days now. “I’ll fuck you so good I just… I just need to cum all over your thighs. Just this once.”

Your sex burns in desire and although you knew you won’t get what you crave, you had to give in to Tech. You had to let him slap his cock on your soft skin, sliding in and out of your squeezed together legs until he was panting and swearing.

Lewd sounds fell from your lips, a sharp gasp as Tech repositioned your legs just a tad so his cock nuzzled against the right spot.

Your eyes fell closed, threatening to roll back into your skull. One hand frees your waist but makes it way into your hair, fingers entwined with the soft tassels and fingernails massaging your scalp. “Such a pretty girl.”

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your orgasm building with every pressure added to your pussy and judging by Tech’s staggered movements, the shift of his weight on his feet you knew he was close too. “Ah- fuck, I’m going to-.”

His words fall flat as you feel a sudden warmth grow between your legs. A lewd squelching noise followed by his soft whines. “That’s it darling,” his words are slurred as he paints your legs with his seed but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he holds you close and cradles you in his arms as he feels your body twitch and whispers for you to let it go.

Your hands fly to between your legs, your fingers coating in his cum as you begin to strum your clit with vigour until you were shouting his name aloud, letting it bounce off the walls of the ship as you tremble on his softening cock.

You stumble back, but Tech catches you swiftly, cooing soft words of assurance as stars briefly blur your vision. "I have you, do not fret. You will not fall."

You laugh lazily, a drunk-like smile gracing your lips. "I trust you, don't worry."

His warm smile reassures you, and he announces his intention to return with a flannel to help clean you up—a pleasant surprise. Once cleaned up, he pulls you into his lap as he sits down.

His lips trail down your spine, fingers delicately dragging across the canvas of your back. It's a blank slate, a myriad of possibilities for designs he could plan, but for now, he simply savors the feeling of your beautiful, warm skin. The quiet intimacy envelops the two of you and you look over your shoulder at him to gauge his reaction to what just happened.

"So, that was something," you laugh softly, cuddling into the warmth of his chest. "I never thought I'd see that side of you."

"And I never would have thought you would ever experience that side of me. It's different from how I usually conduct myself, but around you, I felt as though I could be open. Honest."

It's a rare glimpse of Tech being open with his feelings, and you're grateful that even after a moment of intimacy, he doesn't shut you out. There's something unspoken between you both, a desire to explore this newfound feeling for another.

For now, you say nothing, letting him hold you, allowing his mind to drift away from battle plans, ship repairs, and survival. It’s the least you could do.

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Synopsis: After attending NRC, our beloved characters suddenly find themselves transported to your world! The thing is, they have no idea where you are and have to make a life for themselves in the meantime. How would they adapt to life on earth? A/N: Hey guys! I had this idea during a 4am mind-dump and rolled with it. May reference it if I do any Modern AU writing. Just some general Headcannons like what their residence, settlement of choice, work, general modern interests, style, etc. would be Characters: Everyone. Mix of Sentient AU! and Modern AU! Warnings: None lol. This is for my own enjoyment! Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You are here!: Heartslabyul

Nothing could have prepared the students of NRC for what lied beyond the mirror. A world unlike any of them ever known with magic being virtually non-existent ( or so it appears to the general public). With nothing but the clothes on their backs, falsified basic identification, personal items, and the small bits of knowledge gathered from your vessel Yuu; these young adults have one mission-find the player and stay out of prison. It was time to split up, cover as much ground as possible, and make a life in this unknown world.

Let us see how these fresh minds conform to life on earth, yes?

Heartslabyul Residence: United Kingdom

Riddle Rosehearts

Residence: Cambridge, England

Lives together with Trey in Cambridge, England. They share a two-bedroom apartment that's settled above the small bakery Trey works at.

Occupation: Government official. Likely somewhere in politics and law enforcement.

Riddle doesn't have a specific job listed simply because no one actually knows what it is that he does. He's very hush-hush about his personal affairs, which is understandable considering he respects the rules and confidentiality laws. Do not ask how he got a government job or how his falsified documents were overlooked. He has his ways, and that's all he is going to say.

Uses his job as a foot-in-the-door to try and find you. All they have is your data that was imputed into your TW account and phone app store, so he's going to cover all ground.

Very well off financially. He's taken more to the 'dark academia,' aesthetic going around on earth. Despite this he still shares his home with Trey, but is decorated like an academic's laboratory. Plenty of cherry wood furniture, plants, warm tones, and he surprisingly has pictures of the Heartslabyul gang everywhere.

One look at his clothes and you'll know who decorated the apartment. He loves corduroy pants, loafers, sweater-vests, turtle necks, and don't tell his mother but he got his ears pierced. Ruby red studs are his staple to match his hair.

Riddle easily conformed to earth's more mature audience. Just like in TW he struggles to understand recent trends and social media (Example: man will not go near Tik Tok). He picked up Linkdln and buisness platforms quickly, and not a week goes by where he doesn't have a buisness dinner. He's so well educated that he breezes through university life on earth and is on the path to get his Ph.D. in Political Science.

He loves the literature your world has to offer. He's collected so many new books that Trey had to convince him to rent a storage unit for them all (or get a kindle but Riddle likes to have the physical copy, so that's vetoed). He likes audio-books though because they're convenient, and he's taken up gardening

The one to consistently contact everyone with updates on your whereabouts. The leader of the UK gang in the search.

Ace Trappola

Residence: Cardiff, Wales

Lives together with Deuce in a one-bedroom apartment. They're broke as all hell and so they've got to make due. They've accommodated so that the living room is Deuce's room and Ace gets the actual bedroom. They're the tenants that constantly get complaints for being too loud and always scrape the deadline for rent. The type of duo to use bowls as cups because they fought over who would do the dishes. Now they've got angry neighbors, no clean dishes, and are at each others throats until the next day.

Occupation: Mechanic in training

Ace can't stand customer service but also isn't the type to do university. What is up his league is trade work, and the man wants a motorcycle so bad. At first he wasn't too into it but with time the field grew on him, and he gets along great with his mentors and coworkers. He's got the spunk and charisma to handle the job that's for sure.

He blends in so well, deadass. Yeah people know he's a foreigner and that he stands out appearance wise-but like, he's so outspoken that people take him for what he is. Basically the fresh youth on the block who's everyone's annoying little brother. The kind invited for after-work drinks (he is of age here. Remember they are all of age) and spend a couple rounds telling fun stories with.

We touched a bit on the living situation, but his bedroom is full of pop culture references from earth. He's a big marvel fan and he loves doing those lego-sets that come with instructions. He's got the infinity gauntlet model one on display and is eyeing the lego-store for when he can afford another big project. He's dreaming of seeing Disney world, and his room has lots of travel brochures for exciting trips

He often plays sports with the neighborhood kids and his friends and has random supplies thrown everywhere.

He's taken a liking to grunge fashion. Lots of flannel, skinny jeans, beanies, layered t-shirts, etc. He's a skater boy. Loves fashion jewelry and fidget rings

I feel that if Riddle or someone else had an idea of where you were, Ace would be the one they send to go see in person. Both himself and Deuce are confident that they'll know you when they see you without much work. Ace also has this disarming affinity where if he offered to buy you a coffee, it would just come off as a chill guy shooting his shot at a spontaneous date

Deuce Spade

Residence: Cardiff, Wales

Lives together with Ace in the one bedroom apartment mentioned prior. He's the one who tries to keep some semblance of order in the house. His space is generally clean but he gets super annoyed when Ace makes trips to the kitchen in the middle of the night. He's definetly the more responsible one of the two and the favorite if his neighbors had to choose. Deuce just wants some privacy and to get a full night's sleep, but knows that he couldn't afford a place of his own. He's the one who chose Cardiff on a whim, but ends up liking that they're close to the coast.

Occupation: Firefighter also in training

If coming to your world did one thing for Deuce, it was knock him on his ass in a good way. At NRC it was his focus to do well in school and make something of himself. He was doing it for his mom, but here he had to work with what he had to succeed. He gave university a shot for a semester before deciding that it wasn't getting him anywhere. Then he saw that dangers on earth couldn't be fought with magic, and was amazed at how firefighters, medical staff, etc. work to help others. All was history from that moment, and now Deuce is playing to his strengths AND doing something meaningful.

Like Ace, Deuce is loved by many people. He is the polite young man that all the grandmas bake sweets for in return for him carrying their groceries. He has amazing manners, and this pure aura that makes people want to help him. He's the guy you call when you need help during a move, or when you want someone to keep you company while building ikea furniture. He has such a genuine interest in people's stories, and often comes home with leftovers because he was invited to chat with the family next door over dinner.

He talks a lot about his mom and about the person he's in search for. He doesn't go in detail about you aside that you were friends and he moved here so you can be together. It's always a tear-jerker that pulls at people's heart-strings. He just loves and misses his mom so much, and he wants to see you more than anything. So touching~

Deuce is definetly a sports and social gathering kind of guy. In the living room there are many picture of events he's volunteered at and prizes from contests that he's entered. Like Ace, he wants to travel your world. He wants to go to all the famous nature spots and climb the highest mountains. He's also a gym jock. If he's not volunteering, at work, or socializing then he's at the gym

He's bought into the department-store aesthetic 100%. It's sweatpants, mesh shorts, dorky t-shirts, and too many different sneakers to keep track of. He actually let his hair grow out after coming to your world and now we have man-bun Deuce.

Trey Clover

Residence: Cambridge, England

The one who suggested splitting up in the first place. He wants in-and-out of your world as soon as possible (at least at first), and is by far the most lowkey of his the Heartslabyul gang.

Lives with Riddle in an apartment above his workplace. It's simple, really. He saw a 'help wanted' sign in the window of a family-own bakery. Strolled in, asked for an application, and then did a test run to show them his skills. He played a bit dirty and used his magic to cater to the owner's tastes but got the job instantly. The shop was run by an old couple that was conveniently looking to rent out the loft above their shop, and Trey jumped on it. Now he lives quietly and lets the others do the dirty work as he does what he knows best.

He lets Riddle take over the entire apartment aside from his bedroom. That he keeps very simple, and it's a complete contrast from the rest of the apartment. It has neutral whites with tinges of lemon yellow and lavender purple here and there. A bed, dresser, desk, and honestly it's so orderly that you wouldn't know someone was living inside. He often invites the bakery owners for tea and they're in awe of what the duo have done with the place. Trey and Riddle are the perfect tenants for any landlord to have.

He's by far the best at blending in with the common folk. Like Riddle, he does dress a bit more formally than the rest of his friends. He likes to stick to loafers, tan pants, and a button down shirt. Occasionally he'll toss in a sweater or a blazer to spice things up. However, one look at him and you'll think 'that's someone with their life together alright'

Occupation: Baker, if it isn't obvious by now.

As stated before, Trey sticks to what he's good at. He saw an opportunity and he swooped in. No doubts or questioning. The job was his before he knew it and he loves the quaint life he's been living on earth

Trey is also beloved by all in his neighborhood. Riddle is seen as someone to be highly respected and is slightly intimidating to the common man. Trey though? He's the cute baker boy that recently moved in and will happily chat about the weather with you over tea. He's mischievous and reads the atmosphere well. He's got a level head, and is very good at getting people to spill gossip. He balances out Riddle's imposing aura, making the two a good conversation topic for any passerby.

He uses this attentiveness to his advantage. If Riddle's the one snooping around the government and politics, then Trey is the extra eye and ear he needs to catch missed information. when Riddle gets home from work and Trey closes up shop, the two are good at working together to combine their formal knowledge with city gossip to find clues.

Trey and Riddle's place is where Heartslabyul meetings take place. It wasn't hard for Trey to convince the shop owners to lend him the lower level for 'family gatherings' on days the shop was closed.

On earth, Trey loves the freedom he has. The planet has it's own issues yes, but there's something about a world without magic that is utterly calming to him. No spells, no competition, no worry of overblot, etc. He just gets to live the simple life that he has always wanted, and a part of him wants to stay once he's found you. He likes learning the world's history, exploring different cultures, and spending his time outside.

Cater Diamond

Residence: Aberdeen, Scotland

Now if anyone is going to last by themselves, it is Cater.

Riddle was initially supposed to go to Scotland alone but everyone knows that he needs someone for emotional support. Cater offered himself to the wolves in his stead.

Cater owns a studio somewhere around Aberdeen. It's confusing because while he owns it, he is never there. No one has ever visited his house or been invited over once. His landlord doesn't have to worry about paparazzi or anything because no one ever sees him enter or leave.

Just for an idea though, it is decorated very retro-chic. He's got everything you can imagine from the 70s and 80s. The style just really resonated with him, y'know? All the bright colors and fun textures. He loves shag rugs, lava lamps, chalk-painted walls, etc. He definetly has a water bed and incense burners. I think he would have a cat if he was home to care for it.

Occupation: Influencer

C'mon, this is to be expected. It's why he's never home! He's a travel influencer that runs a pretty well-known blog and many other media pages. There isn't a day he doesn't live stream his latest adventure and is the easiest to get a hold of out of everyone.

There isn't a single person that doesn't know of Cater Diamond. Need I say more about his social life?

Despite it all, he's still off by himself and he always makes sure to video chat everyone every day. Not to get too deep...but while he's loved he definetly has that outsider complex. Out of everyone, he is the one who is excited to go home the most. He's thriving but there is no place like home.

Just like Deuce, he tells people about you. He's had his friends appear as guests in his videos/streams (imagine the crowd when Riddle of all people appeared lol), but the one person they've never seen is Cater's supposed 'special person'. He's hoping by some miracle that one of his videos will reach you, and that you'll know it's your Cater. I mean, you must have noticed the missing characters in your game, right? Connect the dots hunny.

Cater's known for his exploration with fashion and hobbies. He's tried everything from gothic lolita to cottage core. The man flips like a light switch on the daily. One thing that's constant though is the color red. It reminds him of his roots, so he always has a splash of red or a hidden rose in his outfits.

I mentioned a travel blog, right? Well mixed in there he writes about new hobbies or discoveries he makes along the way. Imagine the first time he saw a rubix cube? He streamed himself trying to solve it and it's one of his most quoted moments. No one could believe that he had never seen one until that moment.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #heartslabyul #heartslabyul x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #series #fanfiction

[girltaintsweat]

Staying on my Couch

When you ask if I know anybody who needs a roommate, I offer to let you crash at my place for a few days. You tell me you don't need help moving, showing up at my door with two bags and whatever's in your pockets. I offer to take the couch, but you already feel bad about the situation. The first week consists of you trying to stay out of my way. It breaks my heart. I assume you're just getting comfortable and try to leave you be.

Your mood doesn't improve. The job hunt isn't going well, and you're hoping I don't ask for help with the bills. Finally I catch you, making you sit up so I can join you on the couch. You swear up and down that it's not me; I've been nothing but kind to you. But I feel like I could do better. I tell you to take a short break from applying to recharge.

The next few days I try more to make you feel at home. Insisting you eat with me rather than reheating my cooking, learning more about your life before you got here, and watching shows together on the couch. You aren't happy, but you're starting to be happier. Seeing those rare half-hearted smiles, noticing you tense up less when I'm around. It makes me happier than I thought possible. When you ask to see my bedroom I have to contain my excitement. I had been keeping it clean for days now, much longer than I did in the past. I sheepishly watch as your eyes dart around the room. You leave after a minute or two, content to not comment on any of my clothes or the posters on the wall.

Your phone not working catches you off-guard. You guess mom finally decided to stop paying for you. I don't want to pry, instead offering to add you onto my phone plan. You tell me you're very grateful, even if your contacts didn't get saved somehow. I never tell you I swapped the SIM card while you were asleep. Betraying the trust you have in me hurts. But I was so happy to see how soundly you slept now.

The nicer I am to you, the more comfortable you get around me. And the bolder I get. Your wallet's been empty for days now. The money went back to you, of course. Until one of those jobs calls you back, it's not like you need your ID for anything. I find some nice looking clothes I came across on clearance. They fit surprisingly well, even if some of them aren't your style. Once, we both fell asleep on the couch. I tried to apologize, but you laughed it off. It was the first time I heard that laugh.

On the day you ask again to see my bedroom, you hear me talking to somebody at the door. There's something familiar about the other woman's voice. I'm very sorry ma'am, but I don't know who you're talking about. She's gone by the time you show up behind me to ask. It was a missing persons case. Things like that scare me. I gently grab your hand. This is it. This is your chance to help me worry less. Your opportunity to make me happy, just like I made you happy.

#...i dont know what to tag this as. #cnc kidnapping #kidnap fantasy #Im gonna use kidnapping tags even if it doesnt exactly fit the bill. also this is vile I should apologize #ideas #this was supposed to turn into petplay. It still can! If this gets a part 2 #but I also wrote it on a whim #long post

[hathorneheiress]

A very Hawthorne Thanksgiving.

Avery's POV

It had been almost two years since I had joined the Hawthorne household, and in those two years, we had celebrated Thanksgiving. At least not the proper way.

Before my mom had died, we tried to do something special on that day. Since we didn't have much money, a homemade lasagna and garlic bread was usually what our Thanksgiving consisted of. I never complained and one year Libby was able to join us. Instead of pie, we feasted on tons of chocolate cupcakes.

It was the best Thanksgiving I remembered.

When I had told the boys about it, they all agreed that we needed to do a large Thanksgiving. Hawthorne style.

I apricated that they didn't want to rerun the good memory I had shared with my mom. But I was ready for new ones. With people that I had grown to love. That had become a family to me. A family I had never had.

To be honest, I was excited. And maybe a little nervous. From what I knew of the Hawthornes, nothing was done small.

Weeks of preparation and planning went in before the big day. I watched in awe as the house transformed into fall pardise.

Leave garland gracefully adorned every stair railing and wild flowers in massive vases prouded every table top.

A few days before the big day, I could start to smell the sweet fragrance of many pies and turkeys.

All the boys were very excited for Thanksgiving. It had been since their grandfather had died, that they had had a Hawthorne Thanksgiving.

Surprisingly, everyone pitched in. It wasn't just the servants.

Xander and Jameson helped make the pies and stuffing. Nash surprised us by coming home with a fat turkey slung over his shoulders. Shot and plunked it himself.

I was impressed.

Libby was in her own little world with baking tons of Thanksgiving themed cupcakes.

And Grayson and I over seed everything.

Even though I was master of the house, Grayson knew what needed to be done. And I was slightly shocked at how excited he seemed to be as well.

I heard from Jameson he was int he kitchen every two hours checking up on things. Jameson laughed as he retold the story of how Mrs. Laughlin threatened to kick and lock Grayson out of the kitchen if he didn't stop annoying her.

"What did Grayson say?" I asked after a chuckle.

"Oh, he just stood there and calmly reminded her that he can picks locks just fine!" Jameson light green eyes twinkled in merriment.

I laughed . "Sounds about right."

The day before Thanksgiving the massive dining room table was decked out in all it's glory.

Elegant white lace tablecloths and crystal glasses. Delicate china and linen napkins. The silverware was polished and shined. Jameson and Grayson went down into the wine cellar and brought up the best wine we had.

20 pies sat in a massive refrigerator ready to be devoured the next day. Four turkeys, with Nash's as well, was all cooked. Stuffed with the best stuffing around. All the side dishes were completed and many other drinks were waiting to be drank as well.

I was told that there was going to be a surprise for me, but I couldn't guess what it was.

As I lay in bed that night, with Jameson beside me, I thought of everything I was thankful for.

My mom and everything she had taught me. Libby with her sweet spirit and taking me in when my mom died. For inheriting all that money. But not for selfish reasons. If I hadn't inherited, I would have never met all the wonderful people I now knew.

Oren. Alisa, the Laughlin. Thea, Rebecca, Zara, Nan, and most importantly, the boys.

Xander, with his joyfully personality and my forever BHFF. (Best Hawthorne Friend Forever) Nash; for being an older brother figure to me, and being the best person Libby could ever have. Grayson; Sworn enemies when I first arrived, we are now the closest comrades and he has been my right hand man in everything. And Jameson; the boy I met drunk when I first arrived, and somehow fell in love with. He makes me laugh and I couldn't imagine my life without him.

All the people I had mentioned would be there for tomorrow, plus a few more. Zara's husband would be there. Max was already here from collage. Jameson's uncle had been invited and we were delighted to hear he was coming. Xander's dad would be there and even Grayson's half sisters were coming.

It was going to be a very big, but hopefully, a wonderful Thanksgiving.

I awoke to sunlight streaming in and Jameson staring down at me.

"Happy Thanksgiving Heiress." he murmured softly, giving me a kiss on the lips.

I savored it. "Happy Thanksgiving too."

The festivities started around 11 with apple cider and appetizers.

I dressed for the occasion in a brown pleated skirt, flowered blouse, heels, and a 5 thousand dollar pearl necklace.

At one we made it to the massive dining room. Taking our seats, we sat down.

Nash did the honors of giving thanks and then cutting open his prized bird.

Plates were piled high and we all enjoyed a massive feast.

I listened to the laughter that echoed throughout the room. Everyone I loved was here. Everyone was happy and smiling.

It was perfect.

"Xander, you want to get Heiress our surprise." Jameson said.

Xander scurred to the other room. I had totally forgotten about it.

He came back with a steaming casserole dish of Lasanya. Max followed with the garlic bread.

I watched in shock as they placed it beside me.

"I know your mom isn't here, but we wanted to make it extra special for you." Jameson said.

I could feel the unwanted tears forming in my eyes. It was the gesture more then anything, that mattered. The fact that they had taken the time to make something my mom and I had done together, made me feel appicaited.

"Thank you so much." I chocked out. "I love it. Though fare warning, I have eaten so much I don't think I'll be able to eat this till tomorrow."

Ripples of laughter filled the air and we continued with our meal.

We finished the day with pie that could have been made from Heaven and singing some hymns.

As people began to disappear for the night, I leaned my head against Jameson's body.

"Did you have a good Thanksgiving?" He asked.

"I looked up into his gorgeous face. "It was the best I have ever had."

He smiled. "Good."

We kissed like there was no tomorrow and then retired to bed.

I fell asleep quickly. Before I went into nothing land, I gave another Thanks to God for everyone and everything in my life.

I couldn't have been happier.

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #libby grambs #thanksgiving

[the-broken-truth]

Shattered Fragments [2] - [Papa Crewel] [Big Brother Sam] [Enma Yuuken/Male Yuu]

Summary: Yuuken's recovery has been progressing slowly and steadily, and only Crewel and Sam have been allowed to visit him since Crewel prohibited the Nurse from allowing anyone else to see him. Today is the day before Yuuken is discharged, and Crewel plans to teach his son a lesson about who he should and should not associate with, using a teacher-style approach.

[The Infirmary: Yuuken's Section]

Yuuken watched his father set up a tall silver stand before placing a long vertical magnetic board on the stand, grabbing it by the closest edge and giving it a light shake to make sure that the board was stable before he reached into his bag once again and started sticking things on the surface of the board. Yuuken looked back at his plate sitting on the serving table Sam brought him and lifted his fork to pick up another piece of pancake and brought it to his mouth and chewed it the moment the soft breakfast bread hit his tongue; using his other hand, he got a piece of bacon and handed it to Grim who was sitting beside him at the head of the bed.

It had been a week since Yuuken's accident, and he was recovering surprisingly quickly, which was unusual for a human without magical abilities. His father and older brother forbade him from doing his normal training routine, fearing that he might reopen any wounds or fragment any weakened bones. Instead, Yuuken spent most of his time doing light exercises to keep himself busy and to keep his blood flowing. Only Crewel and Sam were allowed to visit him. One day, the headmaster entered his room and tried to get him to do some paperwork, which Yuuken found confusing. However, before the headmaster could explain it to him, Crewel burst into the room and threw the headmaster out, telling Yuuken not to interact with him. Yuuken was still shocked by what happened and could only nod in agreement.

After Yuuken finished his breakfast, Sam took the empty place and serving tray off of Yuuken's Lap before handing him a glass of water, which the younger male drank before handing the glass back to his smiling older brother. Sam placed the used dishes on the nightstand beside the bed before folding his arms and both of them looked in Crewel's Direction when the sound of his pointer hit the surface of the board.

The magnetic board was covered in name tags and pictures; those names made the back of Yuuken's Brain itch, just as those pictures did. The people in those pictures seemed familiar to him but he couldn't give them names to their faces; it made him rather upset that he seemed to have forgotten people that appeared to be important to him. Yuuken looked rather upset before Crewel tapped the board again with his pointer stick to get his son's attention.

"The nurse informed your brother and I that you will be discharged tomorrow morning, and you will be able to go to your classes. Your memory is slowly returning, but you seem to have trouble remembering a few things, such as the people on the board. As your father, it is my responsibility to help you remember and understand your relationships with these people before your accident, as well as the new relationships you will have with them now that you are getting better. Please listen carefully, and save your questions until the end, okay, Puppy?" Crewel said.

"Yes, Father." Yuuken nodded.

"Father is too formal right now. Whenever we are not in class or in a professional setting, I would like it if you called me 'Papa'." Crewel requested.

"Okay, Papa." Yuukened said, causing Crewel to smile before he cleared his throat, turned back to the board, and tapped the surface with the tip of his pointer; Yuuken was in full student mode.

"Night Raven College consists of seven dormitories, and if we include Ramshackle, the dorm you are in charge of, then it makes it eight. Each of these dorms is inspired by one of the Great Seven - The Seven Entities that are worshipped in Twisted Wonderland. The names of these dorms are Heartslabyul, which is ruled by the Queen of Hearts. Savanaclaw, which is ruled by the King of Beasts. Octavinelle, which is ruled by the Sea Witch. Scarabia, which is ruled by the Sorcerer of the Sands. Pomefiore, which is ruled by the Fairest Queen. Ignihyde, which is ruled by the King of the Underworld. And Diasomnia, which is ruled by the Thorn Fairy. I hope you're following along, Puppy!" Crewel asked Yuuken, who nodded remembering to keep his questions for the end. Crewel smiled at this and turned back to the board.

"Each dorm in the facility has a Dorm Warden who is responsible for managing it. Additionally, there is a Vice Dorm Warden who assists the Dorm Warden in their duties. Therefore, each dorm has a Dorm Warden and a Vice Dorm Warden. You are associated with all of these dorms, their wardens, and their vice dorm wardens because you have been providing regular assistance to them. Furthermore, you helped them when their Dorm Wardens and the Vice Dorm Warden of Scarabia made errors that led to some serious damage in the form of their Overblot Episodes." Crewel said.

Upon seeing the confusion on Yuuken's Face, Sam decided to speak his piece, "Overblotting is when someone loses control of their magic or their magic is influenced by negative emotions. It sends people into a crazed state and they enter a new powerful form called Overblot State; while they are stronger, they don't use logic and attack anyone who goes against them. You defeated every single Overblot that popped up here and gained the respect of everyone at Night Raven.".

Yuuken nodded and turned his attention back to Crewel, who continued his presentation.

"Now, we shall start with Heartslabyul." Crewel said as he placed his pointer on the picture of a red-haired boy with a crown on his head under the Heartslabyul Section.

"Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul, Riddle Rosehearts, who is responsible for enforcing the 810 Rules of the Queen of Hearts' Court in Heartslabyul. He works with Trey Clover, his Vice Dorm Warden and Childhood Friend. While Riddle is a dedicated student who follows all the rules, he has a short temper and tends to use his Unique Magic on those who upset him, particularly Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade. They are known as Heartslabyul's Rule-Breakers, and Riddle is always catching them for breaking the Queen of Hearts' Rules. There is also Cater Diamond, who is obsessed with MagiCam. However, if you value your friendship with him and maintain your studies, I will allow you to continue these friendships." Crewel finished his presentation about the Heartslabyul Students Yuuken was involved with before moving his pointer to the next session: Savanaclaw.

"Savanaclaw is mainly composed of Beastmen under the Leadership of Leona Kingscholar, Dorm Warden & Second Prince of the Sunset Savannah; you are associated with him, his Vice Dorm Warden - Ruggie Bucchi, and a fellow first-year, Jack Howl. Out of all of them, Jack Howl is the only one I approve of; Kingscholar is far too lazy and disrespectful while Bucchi is always following Kingscholar's Orders. You are not to associate with Kingscholar any longer - he is one of the responsible parties that placed you in this situation. Understood?" Crewel asked.

"Yes, Papa." Yuuken nodded as his father moved on to Octavinelle.

"Azul Ashengrotto is the Dorm Warden of Octavinelle and owner of the Mostro Lounge, a cafe located on campus. He is known to associate with the Leech Twins, Jade and Floyd. Jade is the Vice Dorm Warden and is considered to be the more responsible of the two. It is advised that you avoid all three of them unless you have been tasked by me or the Headmaster to visit their dorm or the Mostro Lounge. While the lounge is known to have good food, you are only permitted to visit for a treat every now and then. Under no circumstances should you befriend any of them, and please ensure that Floyd Leech does not hug you. The most important thing to remember is this: Never sign a contract with Azul Ashengrotto! If you need something, come to me or your brother and we shall get you whatever you need. Don't make deals with him. Ever." Crewel snared before moving along.

"Kalim Al-Asim is the Dorm Warden of Scarabia, but he doesn't take his role seriously. He is more interested in throwing extravagant parties, and as a result, most of the dorm's responsibilities fall on the shoulders of the Vice Dorm Warden, Jamil Viper. Viper is a brilliant mind and has many talents, but he can be as sneaky as his namesake. His Unique Magic is extremely dangerous, and if you see a red shine in his eyes, it's best to close your eyes and turn away from him. Don't make eye contact with him when his eyes are red." Crewel explained.

"Don't worry, Crewel, I have a way to warn my brother if Viper tries to Snake Whisper him. I'll take care of it when you are done." Sam said.

"Good." Crewel said before looking back at his board, "Pomefiore is controlled by Vil Schoenheit as Dorm Warden & Rook Hunt as Vice Dorm Warden. Schoenheit is obsessed with all things beautiful and that includes you, Yuuken; if only could remember just how he attempted to abduct you when you dressed up for an event, it would be hard to get you back. Rook Hunt is a skilled hunter and he loves beautiful things as well; he calls Vil 'Roi de Posion' and tends to call you 'Trickster'. There is always Epel Felmier and I have no real issue with him or the other two I have spoken about. Feel free to remain friends with them if you so choose, just don't allow Vil to abduct you again." Crewel moved on.

"Ignihyde's Dorm is managed by two individuals: Idia Shroud, who is the Dorm Warden, and his younger brother Ortho Shroud. Idia is not very fond of socializing, and as a result, he spends most of his time in his room. He uses his tablet device to communicate with others, so if you happen to spot a floating tablet around the campus, there is no need to be alarmed. You and the Shroud Brothers share a good relationship, and you even have game nights with Idia every Saturday." Crewel said before moving to the last dorm.

"We have finally arrived at Diasomnia Dorm, which is led by Malleus Draconia as the Dorm Warden and Lilia Vanrouge as the Vice Dorm Warden. Sebek Zigvolt and Silver are also part of the dorm. As I mentioned earlier about Leona Kingscholar, you are strictly prohibited from speaking or interacting with Malleus Draconia, as he is one of the individuals responsible for your accident. He has a habit of lurking around Ramshackle during late hours and engaging in conversations with you, but you must avoid him at all costs. Keep in mind that Sebek Zigvolt is very protective of Malleus, and he may get angry with you for refusing to interact with Malleus. Therefore, it's best to avoid Sebek as well. Silver, on the other hand, tends to sleep a lot and doesn't involve himself in matters that don't concern him, so there's no need to worry about him. As for Lilia, the only thing you should be cautious about is his cooking. It's better not to consume anything he makes." Crewel turned to Yuuken before slamming his pointer into the palm of his free gloved hand, "Understand all of that, Pup?"

"Yes, Papa. I understand." Yuuken said with a smile.

"Good. Now, I need you to stand up and take off your shirt and pants for me, Pup; I need to get your measurements for your new wardrobe." Crewel said as he snapped his fingers and Sam reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out some measuring tape, and tossed it to Crewel who caught it flawlessly.

Yuuken threw the blanket off his body and stood up before removing his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. Crewel began to take measurements of his height, wingspan, waist, and everything else he needed while calling out the measurements to Sam, who wrote them all down on a notepad with his magic pen. Once everything was done, Yuuken put his clothes back on and started doing his exercises while Sam and Crewel were talking about something before Crewel left the room with the measurements in his hand.

[END]

#twisted wonderland #divus crewel #twst sam #enma yuuken #papa crewel #yuu loses his memory #big brother sam

[streetstylis]

How to Get the Clean Girl Aesthetic in 2024

1. Makeup Magic for a Healthy Glow

For me, achieving the clean girl aesthetic begins with makeup, specifically focusing on that coveted healthy glow.

A key aspect is maintaining a robust skin prep routine.

The essence is in cultivating dewy, radiant skin that looks natural. While some may perceive this glow as oily, I see it as a sign of vitality and health.

You can easily do this with a good primer or a very rich cream that you apply before makeup. And the secret here is a creamy, very rich formula, which can also be a little thicker in consistency. You want to apply as little makeup as possible afterward so that your face looks smooth and clean without it.

I like to use the e.l.f. Hydrating Face Primer* or the La Roche Posay Cicaplast Baume b5* cream (I use this mainly on dry areas, rub it in well, and the makeup doesn't crease at all, which makes my skin look like I'm not wearing any makeup).

Personally, I limit setting my makeup to under my eyes and the middle of my face, allowing the rest to exude a natural, dewy finish.

Overlining lips or having bold lashes might work for some, but I believe in sticking close to my natural attributes and avoiding anything that feels too heavy or artificial.

Finding the right combination of makeup products is super important and it took me some trial and error to discover the perfect products that seamlessly work together, providing long-lasting results. Patience is key in this journey, as finding the products that suit you might require experimentation.

2. Hair: Down, Slicked, and Always Clean

Clean, well-groomed hair is a cornerstone of the clean girl aesthetic.

Even if you're not washing your hair daily (I only do it once a week), it should always appear freshly washed.

Slicked-back hairstyles, in my opinion, suit almost everyone and all hair types. I've become a convert to this style, despite initial reservations, and now it's my go-to. Whether you slick it all back or leave a couple of strands at the front, the key is keeping it neat.

Personally, I occasionally indulge in a hair mask when slicking my hair back. It adds a touch of self-care and contributes to maintaining that clean and polished appearance.

Slicked-back hairstyles convey a chic, sophisticated look that aligns seamlessly with the clean girl aesthetic.

3. Signature Scents: The Unseen Accessory

Strangely enough, smelling nice has become a subtle yet significant aspect of the clean girl aesthetic.

Having a few signature scents adds a layer of sophistication. I've experimented with various perfumes, and currently, I love the Fashionably London and Ebony Wood scents from Zara. A consistent fragrance associates you with a fresh, clean vibe, earning unexpected yet delightful compliments.

Ariana Grande's Pink Cloud perfume* is another recent addition to my collection, offering a fresh and floral scent perfect for various occasions. The key is to find scents that resonate with you and create a memorable olfactory impression.

4. The Power of Wardrobe Basics

When it comes to fashion, adhering to a neutral color palette is often suggested.

However, I beg to differ.

While neutrals dominate my wardrobe, I believe any color can work if the outfit is well-coordinated. The key is looking put together, whether you opt for a matching ensemble or throw together seemingly disparate pieces that surprisingly complement each other.

Basics play a pivotal role in achieving this aesthetic. I swear by neutral-toned sets, which provide versatility and easy mixing and matching. Monochrome outfits, focusing on a single color or tone, contribute to that effortlessly polished look that defines the clean girl aesthetic.

Jewelry: The Finishing Touch

Jewelry may be a small detail, but it makes a significant difference in completing the clean girl aesthetic.

I strike a balance, opting for enough jewelry to enhance the look without becoming too busy. Stacking rings, like the Cartier dupe from Amazon* and the PDP Ella piece, add a touch of elegance.

For bracelets, I combine a Van Cleef dupe with an Amazon Cartier dupe, creating a balanced yet chic adornment. Gold and silver jewelry, when paired thoughtfully, complement each other seamlessly. Gold hoops, both statement and dainty, along

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#clean girl aesthetic #clean girl #that girl aesthetic #how to be that girl #becoming that girl #be that girl #that girl #girly things #pink moodboard #pink pilates girl #pinkcore #pink aesthetic #pastel pink #pink pilates princess

[strawberryfairi]

Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️)  Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5.4k💠 Released: April 8, 2024

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8; Stolen Away 偷偷溜走

3 Weeks Later (Next Month)

Tonight is a very..."special" evening for you and Ken. The two of you are currently riding together in an Uber to the private event being held at some random rich dudes mansion. Apparently he's some donor that's going to be slamming bucket loads of money onto the university. Why? Not really sure, then again, you don't really care.

On one hand you were really not excited about having to spend time around your mom and Ken's dad. The two of them together are just....ugh. Nitpicking and ridiculing every little thing the two of you do. Not holding hands? Problem. Not mingling enough? Problem. Mingling a little too much? Problem. It's freakin' ridiculous.

But of course, as usual, you suck it up and play nice. Something you're honestly very quickly getting tired of doing these days. But on the bright side, you look amazing, wearing a black mermaid style gown with silver sequins that form roses all over. A deep plunge, halter top design draws the eyes to your prominent collarbones, fully bare back, and cleavage. Black patent leather heels, with a diamonte small purse, finished with diamond drop earrings and a silver arm cuff around your left arm. In other words you're eating.

Now was this look possibly a little too sexy for such an event? Yeah, but it's a gown you've never gotten a chance to wear yet, so here you are. Your hair is up in a defined high puff ponytail, your bangs out in the front framing your face. Your hair kind of looked like Tinkerbell in your opinion, but the afro hair version.

When the two of you walked in together you quickly got into character, a small smile on your face as you look around the home. The lights are dim, not too dim, but definitely setting a vibe. A grand crystal chandelier greets you immediately upon walking through the front door, followed by a staircase that curls slightly leading to the next floor. The ceilings are high, and the house's color scheme consisted of deep red and gold. It's definitely an old home, maybe a pass down. There's soft music that plays in the background, Neo-classical style piano. It's an alright choice, Post-romantic style music would've fit the vibe better, but that's just you.

"Ahh! There they are!" Your ears perk at the sound of Ken's father's voice coming from the living room to the right. Ken sucks in a breath, trying to maintain the polite smile on his face as he leads you over and into the mix.

"Hey dad." He says softly, letting go of your hand to give him a guyish hug.

"Mr. Fujioka, I'd like you to meet my son Ken Ryuguji and his lovely girlfriend." His father smiles proudly, gesturing towards the two of you.

So this is the one that's donating to the school. Mr. Fujioka is an older man, grey hairs slicked back nicely with an expensive looking navy blue suit on. He has deep brown eyes, and a surprisingly kind smile. "It's nice to meet you sir. Thanks for having us here." Ken replies curtly, shaking the rich man's hand.

"Good evening Mr. Fujioka. It's a pleasure to meet you." You speak up finally, meeting his extended hand half way.

"The pleasure is all mine", Mr. Fujioka starts before leaning over towards Ken's right ear, lowering his voice down, "Now this beautiful woman right here's a keeper. Don't mess up what you've got, son." He advises, chuckling lightly as he leans away.

"I-I won't, sir." Ken actually blushes, surprising you more than the fact that this rich man was so kind.

Ken's dad continues small talk conversation with Mr. Fujioka, the two of them walking around together and inevitably blending into the mix of people. "Let's get a drink or somethin'." Ken says softly, already taking your hand and heading further into the house.

You notice a bunch of professors are here at this event, some mingling amongst each other with glasses of champagne in hand. To be honest, this whole thing was pretty boring. It's nothing but small talk conversations and bougie laughter all over the place. Everyone's standing around boasting about who's getting promoted and the board's new ideas to make the school a better experience.

At some point you had gotten sucked in to a conversation with the president of the university, a woman named Noriko Sato, while Ken was stopped by one of his professors. "H-hello Ms. Sato." You greet shyly, feeling a little nervous since this is the second time you've ever had a conversation with her, and the majority of it was just her talking to your mom while you just stood there awkwardly.

The woman can be a bit stony at times, and very bougie. Her smiles are always forced, and she has such a tight assed personality. Tonight she's wearing a forest green suit, (expensive looking like everyone else) and popped with white, and lastly, her signature red bottom heels. Her brunette hair is short, a bob look, with her bangs cut in a curtain style.

"Good evening. How are you?" She asks politely.

"Oh I'm good, how are you?" You answer with a more upbeat smile.

"I'm doing well." She replies softly with a nod, taking a tiny sip from her champagne glass.

A silence falls between the two of you, a very awkward one to be exact. You weren't really sure what to say to her, seeing as small talk isn't really your strong suit. Like, what else do you say after 'hey, how are you'? Nice weather we're having?! That's so cringy.

Then, with annoyingly perfect timing, your mom finally shows up.

"Sato! I'm so glad to run into you, and with my daughter no less!" Your mom beams, appearing from behind Ms. Sato.

"M/N, so good to see you tonight." Ms. Sato says with a smile, a bit more of a genuine smile than the one she had given you just seconds ago.

"Hi sweetie." Your mom says plainly, just as she joins your side.

"Hey ma." You smile, a sort of crooked smile as you try to keep your composure. This is the first time you've seen her in a bit over an entire month and she didn't even bother to give you a hug or anything. Just a weak ass greeting. You nearly wanted to explode at her, rant about how she needs to explain to you why she wasn't at the homecoming performance. It's not like you weren't going on and on about it every time you were able to talk to her about it or anything. You were hurt. It's the very first time you see her in a while and she barely reacts to your presence. What a mom...

"Ah, I watched the homecoming game and half time show. It was such a stunning performance." Ms. Sato says, cocking her brow towards you.

"I expect nothing less from my daughter. She is one of the top students in the dance department after all." Your mother boasts with a glance your way as she takes a sip from her own champagne glass. It took everything for you not to immediately roll your eyes.

"It was an amazing opportunity, Ms. Sato. I'm really happy with how everything turned-

You cut yourself off, eyes going fully wide as you notice Shuji on the far right side of the open living room. Blinking a few times you wonder if your mind was playing tricks on you, showing something that you wanted to see, but it was definitely real. There he was, standing over there with his camera resting in his hands, the strap around his neck as he looked down at the little screen.

Without even realizing, your eyes trail all over him, taking in his gorgeous outfit. It's the first time you've ever seen him so dressed up, wearing a black suit jacket and dress pants with a white button up shirt, topped off with a royal purple tie.

You notice instantly that his hair is much less messy looking, figuring he probably used some hair gel to keep it a bit more tamed down for the occasion. Gold rings adorned his pointer and ring fingers on each hand, and his signature golden drop earring went so well with his outfit, he just looked absolutely perfect. You could bet all the money in the world he smelled amazing too. Almost like a movie, his head lifts, making straight eye contact with you. Your heart nearly attempts to burst out of your chest as his eyes trap you in place.

It felt like it was just the two of you in the room out of nowhere, standing feet away under the dim lights of the old, luxurious mansion. Then all at the same time you feel the stresses of keeping appearances with Ken, your mom, and everyone else in your life disappear. It's just peaceful silence. But that didn't last very long at all...

The abrupt realization that you didn't finish your sentence and definitely just staring off somewhere behind the two of them, forces you to jump back into the conversation.

"W-With everything-..how-how everything turned out." You finish, clearing your throat as you rip your gaze away from Shuji's beautiful honey eyes, giving both Ms. Sato and your mom a polite smile.

Your mom and Ms. Sato both give you a weird look, Ms. Sato raising a brow a bit before letting it go. You notice your mom look a little annoyed at you, you'd probably hear from her about it later, as she always loves to give you 'reviews' about how you do at events like this or in general. "I'm gonna go and circle back with Ken. It was a pleasure talking with you." You chuckle awkwardly, slipping out of the conversation and dipping off into the next room before they could say anything.

"Where's he even at?" You whisper to yourself, searching around for your boyfriend. This was absolutely not the time for him to not be by your side, especially now that you know Shuji's here too. You needed Ken, needed him to stay by your side so neither you or Shuji (mostly Shuji) do something stupid that'll backfire in your face. A bunch of murmured "Excuse me's" slip passed your lips as you weave through people, not really sure where you were even going at this point.

After minutes of searching you'd just given up, ending up in some hallway that lead to what seemed like some guest bedrooms. In other words, an off limits area of the mansion. The lights were all off in this section, nothing but the dim warm lights from the party spaces behind you helped you see. You lean your back against the wall you were near, rubbing your chilly arms with your hands.

A feeling of deja vu hits you as you find a little spot to yourself. This was so similar to that frat party. Ken was off somewhere gone in the midst of the party while you were in some secluded spot, just sulking away. The only puzzle piece left now is-

"Hey doll." That familiar deep, sultry voice cuts through the soft silence.

You gasp, head snapping to the left, making eye contact with the one person you knew you shouldn't be around right now.

"Hello...random camera guy at the function that I've never met before in my life." You answer a bit strained.

"Never met before?! You're breakin' my heart." Shuji pouts, placing a hand over his chest.

"What're you doing here?! Don't you have people to go take pictures of or something?" You slightly whisper, trying to keep your voice low just in case anyone happens to come around.

"What are you doing here? 'Cause to me it seems like you were hopin' I'd find you back here." He grins, stepping closer to you. You jump back a bit, feeling a shiver trail down your spine as the scent of his intoxicating cologne finds its way to your nose. "No, that's not true. You need to go before someone catches you here with me." You urge with finality, looking around to make sure nobody was coming.

"Damn, I just get over here and you're already pushin' me away?" This time he seems to actually frown, a slightly offended look on his face. "Ken's here you know? My mom is here too. We cannot be caught together, like at all!" You stress, using your hands to make it more clear.

"They're not back here though." He says softly, taking your hand in his. You swallow, looking down at his big tattooed hand caging yours, then back up to his beautiful eyes. "Shuji..." You trail off tiredly, simply watching as he leans in till his lips are just barely touching yours. "You can't expect me to really leave you alone when you're walkin' around here lookin' like a damn goddess." He says lowly with a small grin on his lips.

You let out a flattered yet strained chuckle, heart fluttering as your brows crease in conflict. This man has to be temptation in human form. It's the only explanation for how he can so easily get you to throw away your self control and better judgement. He's gonna be the death of you, you're sure of it.

Then, in a moment of weakness, you lift your head, softly placing your lips onto his. Your free hand cups his cheek, basking in the way his lips move against yours. You didn't wanna stop, and you really wouldn't if you weren't obligated to be with someone else...

Shuji's hands glide down your body, leaving a sultry trail of electricity as they make their way to your ass. He deepens the kiss skillfully with his tongue, eliciting the most blissful moans from you. "Wait. We-..we can't do-...do this here." You stammer breathlessly between the kiss. He pulls away, giving you soft kisses along your jaw and down to your neck.

"That's funny, 'cause I was thinkin' we could do it right against this wall." He murmurs seductively against your hot skin.

"No, that's crazy! They'll hear us!" You argue through heavy breaths and light moans.

"If you don't keep quiet they will." He teases with a light chuckle, using a hand to cup and squeeze your breast. You let out a mix of a moan and airy huff of frustration. Maybe more sexual frustration than genuine annoyance if you're being totally honest.

"Shuji, I'm so serious, we cannot do this! You gotta stop playin' around! I'm gonna get in so much trouble, it-it's not even funny!" You stress anxiously.

"Then make me stop." He challenges, shifting the low cowl part of the front of your dress to the side, exposing your breast to the cool air. "What?" You whisper, completely caught off guard. "Stop me." He says again.

You're frozen, watching with an unholy mixture of nervous excitement as his tongue draws slow circles over your hardening bud, looking you right in the eyes as he does it. His other hand slides underneath the fabric, gently massaging your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb.

Welp...you terribly underestimated his level of recklessness and not giving a fuck for sure. This man's on a whole nother playing field. You weren't even close to brave enough to do something like this, and in public no less! Shuji Hanma is about it for real.

"Ok! Ok, wait wait wait! Let's just-..let's just do it after! Please, just wait till after this!"

30 Minutes Later

If you were bored earlier, you were completely over this event now. Thankfully you'd finally found Ken amongst the guys, chatting about sports related stuff and how the football team is doing. He seemed much more laidback now, less stiff as he talked. You just kinda stood there, not at all into the conversation as you needed some time to regain your composure after what nearly happened in that other room.

Every now and then Ken would hit you with a "Right babe?", to which you'd respond with a little "Mhm!" as enthusiastically as you could. You felt like those trophy wives in the movies, those women whose sole purpose is to just stand around quietly and be pretty, making your husband look good in front of the other men. For a moment you wonder if this is what your life is really gonna be like forever. How long would both of your parents want the two of you to be together? When college is over would you finally be free?

You look up at Ken, an unintentional frown on your face. You remember the first year with him, and how hard it was, trying with all your might to love him. It seemed like you were really the only one trying too, seeing as he barely tries to take any time and effort to really understand you and your interests. With Ken it's so hard to feel anything, he's from a whole different world. He loves all kinds of things that you don't, and you've tried to genuinely enjoy them for him, but it doesn't work like that. Ken's honestly right about one thing for sure, if you could leave him, you'd be gone in a flash and never look back even once.

What's scary about that is you feel less and less bad about it lately, specifically ever since meeting Shuji. Ken's still a human being with feelings, but so are you, and if he's honest he'd probably leave you too. Somehow during the chaos of homecoming night you stumbled upon someone that you'd rather spend every second of the day with over Ken, but can't. It feels like someone placed a chest full of all the riches in the world in front of you yet dangles the key to it right where you can't reach it. That's probably selfish, but it's truly how you feel.

"-..That's right! I got my little cheerleader right here."

Ken rips you out of your depressing thoughts, snaking an arm around your waist and looking down at you with a proud smile. The other guys make jokes about how he's so whipped, and found himself the perfect girl. Of course, you smile and chuckle along with them, leaning your head against Ken's chest for a moment.

Gosh...I hate pretending...

"Hey there Hanma! How's the still life project comin' along?"

Suddenly, your ears perk up at the name Hanma, head slightly turning to the left as you fully tune out of Ken's football talk. There was Shuji some feet to the left, almost perfectly in view if not for this tall man next to you, talking with some professor.

"Hey teach. 'S fine, I'm editing a few I like the most." Shuji responds, sounding genuinely nice.

"Good, good! I'm excited to see what you bring in; I really like what you do."

"Thanks." Shuji says with a small grin. "Where's your date?" He adds plainly.

"Where's yours?" His professor claps back in an amused tone.

"Ahh, got me there." The two of them chuckle a little before the conversation continues. They seem pretty cool with each other, this was the most chill conversation you've heard the entire night.

"Seriously though, you need to get yourself a girl. Somebody's gotta reign you in, wild child." The professor jokes. You listen closer as the two of them go silent. Wild child is correct....

"Oh don't tell me...there is someone already, isn't there?" His professor says mischievously, nudging Shuji's arm a few times. Your heart skips a beat, anxiously waiting for whatever Shuji's reply would be.

"Maybe." Shuji replies vaguely with a chuckle, shrugging a bit. Your breath catches in your throat at this point, mind racing about if this could actually be about you.

"Oh-hooooh! What's she like?" He asks with a proud grin.

"Bossy. Thinks she can tell me what to do all the time." Shuji comments plainly.

Involuntarily your head turns further to the left, a slight scowl on your face as you listen to his description. Why was his response so immediate? You are not bossy...

"And she always tries to act like she doesn't wanna be around me, even though it's obvious she does." He adds.

"Ohhh, you like those hard to get girls, huh?" His professor teases, nudging his arm playfully.

"Seems like it." Shuji grins with a little shrug.

"-when we get back, right babe? Babe?" Ken's voice and slight nudge on your right arm forces your eyes to peel away from Shuji, looking back at him and forcing a polite smile on your lips.

"What? Yeah! Yeah..." You answer Ken though you had zero clue what he was talking about, shaking your head a bit as you try to pay attention to the sports related conversation again.

"You know what, I'm gonna go grab a drink. I'll be right back." You mutter in Ken's ear, quickly slipping away once again and heading towards the long rectangular table covered in black cloth with rows of champagne glasses. You sigh deeply, replaying Shuji's words over and over in your head. He's trying to give you a heart attack, you just know it.

Your heart won't stop pounding, and every time you blink all you can see is him and those damn eyes. You reach the table, grabbing a glass and staring at the little bubbles that rise to the top. With your head downcast you weren't looking out at your surroundings, nearly bumping into someone as you started to walk away.

"Oh! I'm so sorr-Shuji?!" You gape, brows furrowing as you look up at his tall figure. "What.are.you.doing?" You grit out, eyes scanning the room to make sure nobody (nobody as in your mom, Ken, and his dad) saw the two to of you together.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says simply.

"You can't! I don't want Ken getting suspicious!" You stress exasperatedly.

"You worry way too much, doll. You're gonna make all your pretty hair fall out in a second." He replies playfully, chuckling lightly as he reaches up and grabs a few or your bouncy coils between his fingers.

"No, I actually worry the correct amount. It's you always causin' me stress that's gonna make my hair fall out." You sass, swatting his hand away and narrowing your eyes up at him.

"I'm actually the one that gets rid of your stress. Usually at my place-

"Do not. Don't start." You warn sternly, eyes narrowing further as you point a finger at him.

"Don't start what?" He asks innocently with a brow raised, tilting his head to the side as he steps closer to you.

"You're not even here to actually have a conversation, Shuji." You huff.

"Yeah nah, I just like messin' with you. Wanna dance with me, angel?" He grins, nodding towards the small crowd of people behind him.

"First of all, it's not that kinda party", You correct, "And even if it was, I still wouldn't dance with you."

"Don't be like that, doll. I'm startin' to think you like hurting my feelings." He pouts cutely.

"And I'm starting to think you genuinely enjoy causing chaos." You reply sassily. Shuji pauses, looking to the side with a guilty expression.

"...You know what, that might be true. But it's good chaos; positive chaos." He shrugs plainly.

"The words chaos and positive do not go together..." You narrow your eyes.

"But you know what does go together? You and me..gettin' the hell outta here...right now." He replies with a mischievous smile.

"Please..." You sigh exasperatedly. "That doesn't go together, actually. It doesn't go together at all." You state matter of factly.

"Why not?" He asks, actually having the nerve to sound genuinely confused.

"That's way too risky; and stupid." You argue, trying to lower your voice a bit more just to be safe. "Come on, you look way too good to be stuck with that joke tonight." He rolls his eyes, nodding his head discreetly towards Ken.

"Don't be mean, Shuji. Ken's not a joke." You frown, not amused. "And if I could leave early I would, but I really, really can't." You add, giving him a slightly apologetic look.

"Even if I steal you away?" He says mischievously, raising a suggestive brow.

Your brows furrow, looking at him genuinely lost...and skeptical. "What do you mean steal me away?"

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Shuji's hand holds onto yours, the two of you giggling and snickering like little kids as you run to his car parked at the end of the street. He'd gone and snuck you outside from the back of the mansion, running across the backyard and around towards the front.

"This is so bad; they're gonna know I'm gone! I gotta go back!" You ramble anxiously, yet your eyes betray you as they sparkle up at Shuji with childlike excitement, the both of you quickly hopping into the car.

"Easy doll. Tell 'em you got a migraine or somethin'. 'S fine." He shrugs placing his camera in the back, then grabbing his keys from his dress pants pocket and starting the car.

"I can't-..actually, that's not a bad idea." You nod, quickly whipping your phone out from your little sparkly purse, texting both your mom and Ken and telling them you'd come down with a bad migraine. You look out the window as the two of you dip off from the pretty mansion, heading out of the gated community and onto the main road.

"Where're we going?" You mutter softly, turning back to look at Shuji.

"I don't know, but you look way too good to go straight to my place though; even though I wouldn't mind that." He grins.

"I have faith you'll take me somewhere nice then." You giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up at his flirty words. The ride to wherever Shuji's going is so perfectly peaceful, and fun. Admittedly, this was the most free you'd felt all day. You like that Shuji always finds a way to make you laugh, sometimes to the point where your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling.

He'd taken you both into the city, pulling up and parking in front of a fairly medium sized, quaint looking restaurant.

Quite gentlemanly, Shuji gets out of the car, coming around and helping you out. His hand takes yours, leading you to the entrance of the restaurant. "You kinda look way too pretty for a little place like this, but..it's special to me; and the food's always good." He chuckles, sounding surprisingly and uncharacteristically nervous, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. Your heart strings pull as a warm smile makes its way across your lips, feeling flattered that he chose to take you somewhere that's special to him.

"I don't mind." You assure softly. It took everything in you not to swoon and let your mind wander, but it sure does feel a lot like a real date. A cute college couple getting all over dressed for a date just because and going out to eat somewhere that's budget friendly, chatting about your shared dreams of one day affording to go to the most finest, expensive restaurants.

The aroma of food trailed to your nose, making your stomach immediately start growling.

The place is actually pretty jumping with people, lots of tables are full and there's even a bar-looking area where people are sitting eating bowls of ramen. Shuji takes you over to that bar area, directly in front of the section where you could see the employees making the food that customers ordered. He looks particularly happy, not necessarily smiling, but there's this air around him where he's clearly radiating a level of happiness that had you raising a brow slightly.

Then, an older man, maybe in his fifties walks into the kitchen area in front of you both, carrying two large spoons. He freezes, making instant eye contact with Shuji next to you, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Hey pops." Shuji chuckles lightly, a small smile making finally its way across his lips. Meanwhile your heart drops straight to your ass.

Pops?! Hey pops?! What does that mean?! Is this his dad?!

"Shu! What're you doin' here?! When'd you get back?!" His dad beams, throwing questions left and right.

Awww! He calls him Shu!

"What d'you mean what am I doing here, I came to get some food; and come see you of course. But look, I brought someone." He grins, nodding towards you.

You sit there with a sheepish smile, your now clammy hands folded tightly on your lap. "Hi." You wave, your tone soft and bashful. Once again the older man's jaw hits the floor, his wide eyes shifting back and forth between you and Shuji. He must not have thought you came here with him. "You?! You brought her?!" He questions, his tone dripping with utter disbelief. You let out a little chuckle, hovering a hand over your mouth as you look at Shuji's offended expression.

"Yeah, me!" He says, pointing to himself.

"This girl right here? You brought her?!" He asks once again, his eyes still wide in astonishment as he points at you. You were honestly already starting to like this man a lot.

"Yes..." Shuji glares halfhearted, "Why are you actin' like it's such a-

"Aye Ryō! Shu's back, and he says he brought a girl!" He yells, cutting Shuji right off.

"WHAAAAT?!" You hear a voice holler from one of the cooking stations. Shuji lets out an exasperated sigh.

"I SAID SHU BROUGHT A-

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YA SHOE?!"

He facepalms with a deep eye roll. "WOULD YA JUST GET OVER HERE! YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS!"

"Alright alright! Not like I'm cookin' or nothin'..." The guy grumbles.

Finally he comes into view, another older man with short, dark hair. He has about the exact same reaction to you as Shuji's dad (or at least who you're assuming is his dad) did.

"Who-who...who's this?!" He murmurs to his buddy.

"Well he says he brought her." His dad shrugs, still in disbelief.

"Whaaaat? He brought her?!" He gasps.

"Is it really that hard to believe...?" Shuji grumbles.

"Did ya tell Kenji?!" His friend asks.

"No not yet, I just seen this myself. He's gonna flip when he gets a look at this; go get him."

"AYE KENJI! SHU'S BACK AND HE'S GOT A GIRL WITH 'EM!" His coworker yells before walking off into the back area behind two white double doors. Shuji's dad then turns his attention back to you with an apologetic smile. "I apologize for the chaos little miss, it's just...we got a rare occasion on our hands here. My boy's never brought a girl-

"Alright alright." Shuji cuts in, yet his dad just keeps chatting, not even a little phased about his protests.

-around here, we're all a little uhhh in shock." He chuckles, "My name's Ren. It's great to meet ya."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you also." You smile softly, shaking his hand over the counter top.

"So how'd you end up stuck with this guy, huh? He didn't kidnap you, right?" His dad asks playfully, yet there was a slight hint of seriousness in there at the same time. "Uuum, well it was kinda an accident? I lost my anklet during my homecoming performance a while ago and he happened to find it." You explain, trying not to laugh as his dad nods over and over again, listening intently to your short story.

"Whaaaaat?! You're a performer?! What do you do, sing?"

"No no, I dance. I'm a dance major." You chuckle softly.

"Oh woooow, it just keeps gettin' better and better." He mumbles in awe.

"It would be great to have some food..." Shuji grumbles again, already accepting that he was no longer the main point of interest or concern. Just then you notice from the corner of your eye, the other guy Ryō and another man you're assuming is Kenji standing behind the doubles doors' window that lead to the outside cooking stations where Shuji's dad is, gawking at you from a far with their mouths wide open. You look away instantly, forcing yourself not to laugh.

"So, what do you think of Shuji here; honestly? 'S this like a romantic kinda thing or is he already stuck in the friend zone as kids call it?" He asks then leans in, cupping a hand by his mouth yet his volume stays just the same, "I know he can be kind of a weirdo at times-

"Pops! Are you-when are you gonna go make some food?!" Shuji outbursts, actually stuttering which was the most shocking thing you've heard all night. At this point you fully break out into laughter at this whole situation. So much is happening right now.

"My fault Shu, I'm just proud'a ya, you know? The girl's practically a model sittin' here; she's beautiful! I gotta ask questions!" He raises his hands up in surrender.

"You're makin' her uncomfortable!" Shuji argues. No, he's uncomfortable...

"Sorry sorry, I'll lay off." He pauses for a moment then leans over to you, actually making an effort to lower his voice this time. "But y'know, if he screws up you just come get me, alright princess? I'll knock 'em back in line." He winks.

"Ok, I will." You giggle lightly with a few head nods.

"And with that, I'm done! I'll make you both the usual alright? Don't worry princess, you're gonna love it!" He rambles, even though he's already walking off to his designated cooking station. He's hilarious.

"Well that was very...interesting." You giggle, looking over at Shuji. He just facepalms in response, leaning his elbow on the table. "I really regret this decision..."

"You know, you could'a just told him we aren't actually together." You shrug plainly.

"You're the one with the "boyfriend", why didn't you tell him?" He claps back, raising a challenging brow at you. "Well he's your dad..." You narrow your eyes, yet feel kind of defeated as that comeback didn't really hit like you thought it would. Suddenly he gives you an annoying looking smirk, with a playful glint in his eyes. The switch up from him being embarrassed to wanting to mess around is crazy.

"Trynna be my girl for the night, angel?" He asks flirtatiously.

"Oh you'd just love that, huh?" You chuckle, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah I would, that's why I asked." He answers nonchalantly, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours on the counter. You roll your eyes halfheartedly, trying to act like his words and that little gesture didn't just set off all kinds of butterflies in your stomach.

"Hmm, well if it's just for tonight, I guess I don't mind being your girl." You grin.

"Look at 'em! Look at 'em!" You hear Shuji's dad murmur to his fellow chef Ryō, nudging him. He still hasn't started cooking yet, just standing there next to Ryō at his cooking station while watching the two of you.

Shuji looks over at his dad, eyes narrowing at the older man. "Oops, I got caught! I promise I'm starting now!" His dad says with a laugh just before Shuji could say anything, raising his hands in surrender and finally getting started for real.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Shuji's dad is a real one!!!! We love Ren out here! P.S.: I really hope y'all are enjoying this story fr. I be throwing my back out with this one trynna keep a good balance of plot and smut.

#strawberryfairi🧚🏾‍♀️ #a mile away ㊙️ #shuji hanma #shuji hanma x reader smut #shuji hanma x black fem reader #shuji hanma x fem reader smut #tokyo rev #black fem reader #black female writer #Ken ryuguji x black fem reader #Ken Ryuguji #Ken ryuguji x reader #tokyo revengers x black reader

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This Fic is the source of way too many headaches I'm willing to admit.

Originally, it wasn't even meant to be a multichapter story, just an in-the-moment one-shot I wrote in a week and had no intentions of continuing. A few ideas around but nothing croncret. Until a little exchange with a random guy in Discord convinced me to give it a try, even if as a short fic.

My first task was to write the end, no joke, which is a 3-page-long-badly-written scene that surprisingly helped me get a sense of what this story should be about and how to get there.

When I started my priority was to focus on developing a consistent style, a mixture between first-person and Third-person, which slowly became clear was going to be much harder than anticipated, and pairing that with my perfectionism and overall lack of time to write at the time, had a quite difficult time writing each chapter. Can't say I'm proud of the results up to this point while also not that disappointed. I could have done better.

And another issue was the formatting, I wasn't planning in dedicating this much time to each chapter, maybe around 3k each one, but I got carried away and now each is minimum 6 to 8k, which is too much for my liking.

Without mentioning my original intention to separate each Arc into different Fics (some multi-chapters others one-shots) to be part of a Series, but upon comparing myself with other similar fics got insecure and indecisive and now I'm not sure if I should go for that route or not.

Is stupid I know but I can't stop overthinking this.

Anyway, the next chapter for this is... Technically finished, it just needs a lot of polish. So please a little bit more patience would be appreciated. Thank you and sorry for the trouble. If you have anything to ask feel free to do so.

#my writing #toh fanfic #vee noceda #hunter noceda #luz noceda #writing vent #toh hexsquad #vee the basilisk #hunter the grimwalker

[morrak]

Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 134

Last week, I promised 'some real specific information science wonk', which I intend to deliver. Much of my work concerns systematic reviews, which are very popular in health sciences research. There are many reasons for that popularity: the modality is basically pretty good for informing evidence-based medical decision making; they're synthetic, so you don't even have to walk into a healthcare facility to write one; journals like publishing them; they look like low-hanging fruit if you haven't done one. Increasingly, that last point is actually true — there are heaps upon mounds of software vendors, working groups, funders, and libraries full of poorly adjusted yea-sayers (that's me!) sitting around waiting to help glue the things together.

Part of the review process is retrieving approximately every paper ever published about the intended topic. This is difficult in practice — citation databases are fussy things — so it's often prudent to re-use pieces of searches that've already been published. Predictably, there's a whole cottage industry of papers that consist only of pre-validated search strings for popular concepts. It's also difficult in theory — to quote today's feature, 'the ideal search strategy would show high recall and high precision, but there tends to be a trade off between the two, and the relationship typically takes the form of a sigmoid curve.' What's worse, making specific claims about recall outside the lab is several shades of impossible. The problem: those search-strategy-only papers have to prove their performance somehow. The solution, according to these authors? Don't, maybe. Try something easier; it'll probably work alright.

This is both open access and short, for whatever that's worth.

Sampson, M., Zhang, L., Morrison, A., Barrowman, N. J., Clifford, T. J., Platt, R. W., Klassen, T. P., & Moher, D. (2006). An alternative to the hand searching gold standard: validating methodological search filters using relative recall. BMC Medical Research Methodology, 6, 33. https://doi.org/10.1186/1471-2288-6-33

The How

Credit to a coworker much more seasoned in search validation than I for this one. Although the approach this outlines is common enough nowawadays, I don't know that I'd have gone looking for the paper without a recommendation.

The Text

The authors collect several foregoing examples of what they call relative recall, then call them that, then demonstrate the technique on search results generated by a familiar-in-these-circles (and pre-validated) Highly Sensitive Search Strategy (HSSS) and some custom variants. The gist is that relative recall performs very similarly to what they'd expect from normal recall, and that they suspect similar results should fall out of similar setups. This is a great relief to those of us who were nervous about the alternative.

One of the HSSS variants, which they call the Narrow Boolean Search Strategy (NBSS), represents a surprisingly distinct insight about potential applications. Pretty neat, huh?

The Object

Normally I'd omit this section entirely on grounds of excessive abstraction, but not this time. Two thoughts:

I don't think these tables are an ethical habitat for Gill Sans. Too much breating room, I think. The slightly inconsistent vertical allignment makes it look sick.

QUORUM flowchart, huh? I guess that was the style at the time — PRISMA didn't supercede it until 2009 — but I haven't actually had to look at it much. Absolutely Precambrian.

The Why, Though?

Mostly because I have several projects coming up that rely on both relative recall and NBSSs, but also because the book I was hoping to feature kinda stinks and I can't be bothered.

#images #untitled wednesday library series

[seriouslyseresin]

Hair Dye & Surprise Reunions - Jake “Hangman” Seresin x gn reader

a/n: i haven’t written anything and posted it in like two years so apologies if this sucks honestly i’m dying my hair rn and just thought this would be cute.

warnings: purely self indulgent & shitty writing & no knowledge of the navy & fluff (:

He had left for a mission 6 months ago to the day. You were handling things pretty well, you’d gotten yourself into a daily routine, started reading more, watched the entirety of Greys Anatomy twice, and even started working as a bartender at the Hard Deck 5 nights a week after your full time job. You had gotten really good at keeping yourself busy.

So how come you are wandering the aisles of the Sally Beauty with the company of Amelia Benjamin? Well, you at least know how you ended up here in the company of Amelia.

“Okay, you two, can I ask you something?” You inquired from a bar stool where you sat next to Amelia, helping her make notecards for an upcoming exam she had, while Penny continued to get the bar ready to open.

“Sure.” Penny said as she moved to ready the section of bar in front of you, ready to here you out.

“Shoot.” Amelia spoke at the same time as her mother, putting down her pen as she turned to give you her undivided attention.

“How do you think I would look with pink hair?” You asked the pair, squinting your eyes and scrunching your face in anticipation of backlash that never came.

“Honestly, if anyone could pull it off it would be you.” Penny said, her daughter nodding her head in agreement, “you don’t even need to go to the salon, this one here does mine every month.”

It’s no secret Amelia has become quite the amateur hair stylist, she currently sported firecracker red as her color, last month having been platinum blonde, and two months before that she had done just the color you were thinking of, hot pink.

You needed some spontaneity and change, still not expecting Jake home for another two months, you figured this would be the time to do it. You didn’t want to scare off the aviator who after almost a year of being stuck in the limbo of a situationship, had finally asked you to be official two months before he left for his current mission.

“Are you gonna redo it for when Jake get back?” Amelia asked as she reached for the hair dye off the shelf.

“Honestly, I don’t think so? I mean I’ll see how he reacts when we have our skype date tonight, but I’m doing this more for me. I want to do something fun and I think that I could put Lava Girl to shame.” That got a laugh from the girl who had just recently forced you to watch the classic Shark Boy and Lava Girl when you admitted to having never seen it before.

The drive back to your house from the beauty supply store consisted of the two of you going back and forth for the Instagram debut of your hair. The two of you set up in your kitchen, towels around the sink, news paper on the floor, and dawned some of your old college t-shirts.

Three hours later, your personal hair dresser had your hair styled and dried, stepping back to admire her work, “yeah, you’ve set the new standard for pink hair. Lava girl or even that chick from Lazy Town have nothing on you.”

You get up to see yourself in your bathroom mirror, your now bright pink locks complimenting your complexion surprisingly well. A satisfied grin over took your face and stayed there while you drove Ameilia back to her house, and still remained as you worked to transition your makeshift salon back into your kitchen, a playlist Jake made for you echoing through the house along with your voice as you sang along.

A fan favorite song of Jake and yours came on shuffle through the speakers and you turned up the volume, grabbing a spatula to use as a microphone as you belted out the lyrics of the chorus. Too enthralled in how main character you were feeling, you didn’t hear the as Jake used his copy of the key to your house you had given him once you made things official between the two of you. You had relished in the opportunity to humble to aviator as you gifted him a small box that held a key decorated in purple cow print. He loved it, though, reminded him of your sense of humor that he had come to fall in love with.

Jake couldn’t help but smile when he opened the door, met with the sound of one of his favorite songs and your voice singing along with it. Curiosity crept up on him as he made his way to your kitchen, following the sound of your Grammy worthy performance, and he started to get the hints of a smell. Almost like that of a hair salon he thought to himself. However, it all made sense as he stopped in the doorway, jaw dropped as he took in the sight of you.

Your back was turned to him as you clutched the spatula you sang into, dancing to yourself, you spun around to face your imaginary Grammy award audience that in your head you were performing for. As you landed your dramatic 180 twist, your eyes that were once closed for dramatic effect, opened and you let out a shocked gasp, spatula dropping to the floor as your hands came to your chest, feeling your heart skip a beat at the shock from the sight of your boyfriend leaned against the doorway with a surprised glint in his eyes and a smile reflected in every feature of his tanned face.

“Hey pinky pie, thanks for the welcome home performance. There gonna be an encore? Do you take requests? I’d really like to hear some Taylor Swift.” He said as he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your neck.

“Are you really here right now?” You whispered in disbelief and afraid that if you raised your voice you would wake up from the dream it felt like you were living in. You were holding him, he was back.

“I’m really here and I apparently missed a lot since our last skype date because I may not be the most observant but I think I would remember you having pink hair.” He chuckled as he pulled back from your tight embrace, one of his hands coming to cradle your jaw and the other carding through your bright hair.

“Do you hate it?” Worry quickly painted your features, you were prepared for him to hate it from a distance and for you to embrace your new look while he finished out his mission but right now you are feeling on edge.

“Baby, are you kidding me? You look hot as fuck. Who did this? Amelia? Kid is talented and could go places if you ask me.” He placed a kiss to your temple as he grabbed your hand, leading you to your living room.

So many questions and thoughts were floating through your head right now, “when did you get back?” he sat down on the couch first and you went to sit next to him.

“This morning. Our mission timeline had gotten moved up and we ran it yesterday.” He said as he looked at you expectantly and he motioned for you to lay your head in his lap.

You chuckled as you did just that, you weren’t expecting him to be home let alone to have such a reaction to your hair. It’s no secret that his love language is physical touch but it’s so endearing to you as he seems to have this need to be constantly playing with your hair. This was something you could get used to.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back early?” You relaxed and your eyes fluttered shut as he carded his calloused hand through your head, scratching at your scalp lightly, emitting a content sigh from you.

“Well, I’m not sure if you’ve heard of this thing. It’s kind of a new concept, it’s called ‘a surprise’.” You opened one eye to be met with the look that captured your heart, Jake’s sweet lips were curled into a subtle smirk, smile lines on show, but his eyes reflected his joy and playfulness. He still earned himself a gentle whack to his chest for the sarcasm. He captured your hand upon its impact and lifted it to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles, before he leaned down and placed a long awaited kiss to your lips.

#hi i think i hate this but i thought fuck it might as well still post it #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin fic #jake seresin imagine #top gun imagine #g writes

[animehouse-moe]

Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective Episode 1: The Case of The Metropolitan Serial Drownings

I got recommended this by a friend (@444lpblue) who's read the manga. I knew next to nothing coming into the season about it, and chose to keep it that way aside from some of the "warnings" that they gave me about style and appeal. I'm glad I did, because this was a really fun episode. Mystery's can be done to death, hell I just finished a mystery seasonal last week. They can feel repetitive and end up boring, but Ron flips the script. It lives up to the subtitle "Deranged Detective" and I'd love to go into detail as to why.

So, the story. Ron Kamonohashi is a has-been detective that holes up in a room day and night. Isshiki Tokomaru is a detective that's not really built to be one. Because of this, Isshiki's on the ropes in regards to his job and is recommended to seek the help of Ron, which is where our episode begins.

Right from the get-go, the marriage of a darker and more gritty detective series is lit up as a parody to set the stage for the rug sweep, and I think it works really well. The humor works off the rising tensions of the mysteries and interactions, and from it you get these very funny moments.

The biggest boon is the fact that they don't deny the mystery aspect, but use it to their advantage. When will they do something crazy? When will Ron act out and be completely weird? Will the reveal be genuine or will they make it into a joke? They've created a ticking time bomb with the first episode, and that makes it incredibly enjoyable.

But that's far from the limits of it. Framing the series as a dark and gritty detective story? Well, we've already added dark humor and some unhinged personality traits, what if we added sci-fi/fantasy? Yeah, you heard that right. No, it's not a massive inclusion, but one that works great as a simple reveal in the episode to add higher stakes to each mystery as well as something deeper to dig at.

But that's enough of the story, the best parts should remain unspoken, so let me talk direction. It's cool, really cool. It's got a strong visual identity from the moment you open up the episode, focusing on environmental details and depicting a three dimensional space using blurring and depth of field. It's simple, but it's well received and it's very consistent.

They both work great in their own ways, really. The blurring/DoF do well to provide separation and space in the anime, which can create more tension as a "gap" is perceived between characters and their interactions. The environmental details, well, that's the whole idea of "less is more". Punching in on a specific aspect to allow it to speak rather than the characters works really well for bringing some tension and sinister feeling stuff to the episode.

Though I have to say my favorite bit of direction/boarding from the episode is this cut. You think it's just characters going back and forth on an interaction, but then you realize they're actually punching in on each character during the exchange until you're watching through the reflection of Ron's eye. A really simple idea, but executed very well. Makes the scene both interesting to watch, as well as providing a sense of rising tensions during the interaction.

I haven't really mentioned it, but Ron is also pretty well animated. It's rather static as is the nature of the story, but when it moves, it moves really well.

So, there you have it, Ron Kamonohashi. Eccentric, eclectic, esoteric, whatever you want to call it Ron is surprisingly good. Very much looking forward to how they inevitably expand on the formula of this first episode.

#ron kamonohashi #isshiki totomaru #totomaru isshiki #kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #ron kamonohashi: deranged detective #ron kamonohashi's forbidden deductions #mystery anime #comedy anime #anime and manga #anime #anime reccs #anime recommendation #anime review

[ciaossu-imagines]

Random Seri? 💙

Of course, my lovely anon! I don’t think I’ve written too much for Seri before, so this was a fun challenge! I hope you all enjoy the headcanons 😊

Seri is still really close to all her family. She is someone who does consider family to be of extreme importance and does have the attitude that, even if someone isn’t always the nicest to you or even if you personally don’t like them a lot of the time, if someone is family, you must love them and you must forgive them. In that way, she does have some really old-fashioned views around family. I’m not saying her family is cruel to her though…her immediate family is a very loving one, though her parents are strict with her in some ways. To her though, their strictness was necessary and helped her grow into someone confident, capable, and useful to society.

She still is close friends with some of the people from her childhood. In fact, her oldest friend is someone she knows from her elementary school days and someone who grew up alongside her. If Japan followed the same tradition of high-school reunions, Seri would be that kind of person who would get really excited for them and would likely even ask to be part of the planning committee for any school reunions.

Going along with that, Seri is someone who just genuinely enjoys planning things. She’s very organized and finds the act of planning out things very relaxing. She definitely has her dream wedding all planned out, has imaginary parties planned that she would love to host, right down to decorations, how the table would be laid out, the menu, the cocktails, etc. She plans dream vacations she will never have the time or opportunity to take, things like that. Even if none of the things ever come to pass, there’s something even just in the planning of them that Seri really does enjoy and finds soothing.

While she likes to think she’s a terrific cook and an exceptional baker, Seri cannot follow a recipe to the exact specifications. She likes to think her palette is very refined and that her tastes are universal, so she always modifies recipes to taste how she most enjoys and just magically assumes that everyone else will love them as well.

Despite her business-like and strict demeanor a lot of the times, Seri is very, very traditionally feminine in some regards. When not in uniform, she likes to dress elegantly, but in very feminine styles. She loves high heels, lingerie, makeup, jewelry. She definitely has more than one handbag and knows several designer brands and lusts after their products, even if she can’t afford them. She’s surprisingly knowledgeable about things like girl groups (though she prefers girl groups that push more towards the ‘girl power’ ideals than those that present as super innocent and cutesy) and celebrities. And she has very little issues with discussing traditionally girly things with her friends when they bring the topics up, like their ideal partners, what celebrity is the best looking, cute things they just bought, the pros and cons of different beauty products, etc.

She is someone who does have some very strict routines. She has a very set bedtime that she likes to observe whenever possible, to keep her body functioning at its best. She has dedicated skincare and beauty regiments. She trains consistently and unless an emergency happens, she will never skip her workouts and training sessions. She calls her parents at least once a week, preferably more. She has specific days of the week where she checks the mail or does certain other little errands and doesn’t really deviate too much away from that routine.

Seri is someone who would like children eventually but not at the current point in her life. She wants to really push her career and excel at that before she thinks about starting a family, as she does plan to put her career on hold for at least the first couple years of her children’s lives. She would prefer to have more than one child but again, her biological clock isn’t ticking fast or anything and to her, those are easily at least ten years in the future.

#event asks #replies #k project #project k #scepter 4 #seri awashima #headcanons

[hariboz]

HI IM ALIVE 🩷🩷🎀 ur girl had a bit of a stressful week but i still survived 🫡

IF ITS NEPOTISM FOR PAYING FOR OLLIE TO DEBUT THEN HES THE MOST DESRVING NEPO BABY IDC ❕❕❕also dw the nct wish agenda is working.. they're gonna become one of my casuals bc of u ☝🏻 IM WATCHING THE BAKERY TMRW TRUST

also yes i did see him.. WHY IS GUNWOOK SO TALL LIKE ???? n sakura is taller than me stop it 🙁😞 i feel u i also have smth weirdly against tall ppl ( im jealous ) but i always end up going for the tall ones 💔💔 can they just like.. shrink pls. ALSO YES UR WRITING IS SO AUFUHDIWOALAK !!!!! the way u write gunwook makes me wanna jump in the air n run laps around my room cartoon style. HARIBOZ IS THE BEST ZB1 WRITER I FEAR..

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( also i missed u, sorry for being so late these days 😭😭😭😭 )

OMG HEEEEY <3 honestly pookie WELL DONE we all have those stressful weeks yet you still came out on top who’s the real winner here?!! <3 actually it’s me i’m the winner bc now you’re back 🫶🏻

RIGHT!! OLLIE 🔛🔝 the final is literally in one week and i’m already getting a tummy ache…someone save me…AAAAND!! nct wish officially debuted 🥹🫶🏻 make sure to listen to wish & sail away, they’re SOgood and once they have you hooked you’ll automatically seek out more 🤭 (manifesting) && don’t stress to much about watching it all, ik sometimes you just don’t feel it!! it’s all good i just think you’d like them <3 (still want to know if i got your faves right so lmk asap if you start to get into them 🤭🤭)

i’m a little taller than sakura so not THAT short but still wook would tower over me 😵‍💫 what does he need all these legs for….OOH OMGOMG did you see the tvxq cover they did today!! they did so well omg it fits them surprisingly well 👀 && STOOOP you’re so cute MWAAAH ILYYY TYSM 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 i’m glad you like the wook i only trust your opinion on him fr 🤚 i wanna write more consistently but it’s so hard i need to be in ~the mood~ ☹️

#maise’s mail ! #🎀 nonnie ! #sail away might actually be my favourite wish song it’s so FUNNNN i love fun #can you believe i’m now back on twt for wish 😞 i’m back on that hellscape just for them #ALSO! let’s keep manifesting i’m literally doing the 3-6-9 method to secure ollie’s debut BYEEE #mental illness? well yes!

[luna-alatus]

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Character/s: Levi Ackerman

Prompt: "Haha.. yeah that's my childhood best friend-.."

Headcanon: Modern AU + School AU + pandemic covid... yay.. + location: the Philippines~ || Female Y/n

Small note: Got this idea from school~ speakin of which hope you folks doing alright! ^^

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(Y/n) was just mindlessly gazing out the window, being in the back of the class and all- not that it was a problem much seeing as she was lucky enough to still be next to the window since she had quite the habit of looking out of it.

Totally not because she felt like a main character pft-.. totally not... ok fine maybe just a bit- but come on! Let a girl dream.

It was the first day of school again- Monday, yeah everyone loves Monday alright aha.. hah.. yay..

Anyways, it was going to be a tiring day once again for her and her classmates. And from the looks of it, it seemed everyone was still tired like very tired. Seeing the fact as they did have quite the busy few weeks.

It was face to face again, and yes.. the pandemic was still there which sucked but honestly- (Y/n) definitely prefers online class cause come on man. There was no need to wake up super early or have the need to actually be up on time so that the bus won't leave you and yada-yada.

The only good part about f2f is probably cause she sees her friends.. either way it still sucks and she's still tired as heck.

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After the usual morning routine her class usually does, every morning, hence the name. Before they could start getting ready or for others sit back down to listen to the reminders their advisor had to tell them.

The door to the class suddenly opened, revealing a male, one with black-hair, which seemed to be in an undercut style.. with bangs in front..? Steal-grey, bluish eyes and their usual uniform for males.

Which consists of the simple, white button up, blue plants and ID oh yeah wait plus mask cause again. Pandemic haha.

Everyone's attention seemed to have moved onto the newly arrived male, and as he walked in it seemed there were only a few who didn't care for whoever entered and just minded their business. (Y/n) being one of the few of course. As their advisor, Miss Alex, went over to the new male, everyone watched curious as they started to introduce the new kid.

"Everyone, this is your new classmate. Yes, they may have gotten here a little late but that doesn't mean you guys should be mean to him alright? Now, mister Ackerman go on ahead and introduce yourself please."

A sigh came from the male, but with a reluctant nod. They started to introduce themselves, first with a bow though before they start talking.

"Good morning classmates, good morning Miss Alex. My name is Levi Elijah Ackerman. 15 years old. I am from Tokyo, Japan and moved here to the Philippines when I was 7 to study here. As well as because my Mother decided to live here, because most of her relatives migrated here from Japan."

A surprisingly deep voice had started to talk, and well.. for a guy who's 15 and is in grade what.. 9. That was pretty deep, but it was strange since our dear (Y/n) seems to recognize that voice.. and well it was only when they finally decided to look at who was talking.

Did they catch the male's eyes and figured out who this new kid is.

"It's nice to meet you all."

Hah.. Levi freaking Ackerman, her best friend since she was 6 was here... no wonder her mom seemed so excited before she left for school. Levi was- or well apparently seemed to have moved from his old school to hers.

Greetings from her other classmates was heard, to answer to Levi's and well.. all (Y/n) could focus on now was the eyes of her male childhood best friend.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Levi. But before I assign you to your seat, I must ask since you said you've been here in the Philippines since you were 7 correct? Just a curious question, do you perhaps know anybody here so I can assign them to help you around?"

And this guy decided to point at (Y/n).. throwing her off the bus immediately.

"I know her miss, have known her since I was 7 actually so.. can I get her to be my guide?"

This guy...

"Of course! Do you mind miss (L/n)?"

Smiling despite it not being seen through the mask she just nodded.

"Yeah.. I don't mind, I'll just show you around later L..."

She could see and feel them smirking.. this little-

"Alright then, show me around later (N/n)"

And here comes the questions.. of course.... great

"YOU KNOW HIM (Y/N)?!?!?!?!?!?!"

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"Haha.. yeah that's my childhood best friend-.."

"WHAT?!?!"

Levi Ackerman, (Y/n) loves this guy -platonically of course.. pft... yeah..- but they were dead meat later.

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Note: Ima rewrite this when I can- but for now enjoy this somewhat crack hc fic of Levi being your childhood bff and letting your entire class know~

Again a bit self-indulgent for me but hope you lil birds still enjoy~

#AOT #Attack On Titan #Levi x Yn #female reader #female Yn #Levi ackerman x female reader #School/Modern au #Pandemic #Covid

[k--havok]

Rane and Korzan's Fantastical Adventure: Update 1

Date: Feb 5, 2023

R&FKA Tag List: @ceph-the-ghost-writer @space-cadead @dogmomwrites @saintedseraph @little-mouse-gardens @lola-theshowgrl

If you would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know!

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So I totally stole this idea from @space-cadead (hope that's ok!) Of blogging and talking about my progress to keep myself accountable for this project.

I'm gonna try to blog an update every sunday regarding this project. That being said, sometimes I do work sundays so I will put a notice if that is the case as I won't be able to blog.

Also, since Rane and Korzan is a project between me and my partner, I will only be sharing excerpts of my own writing unless he gives me permission.

This week I really didn't work on the story as much as I should have due to writer's block unfortunately. I just wasn't all that happy with my writing and just couldn't seem to get motivated. Luckily for me, my partner swooped in more or less and started finishing up Chapter Five for me since I was having issues.

Chapter Five still isn't quite complete yet, but it probably has a page to go until completion, more or less. It's always interesting working with someone else on a story since it's nice to bounce ideas off one another, but also mine and my partner's writing styles and strengths really vary; its to the point where its really distinctive where my voice begins and his voice ends.

As this is a first draft, it's not too big of a deal at the moment. We're trying to focus on getting the words and scenes down and will focus on editing later. But wow is it hard to do that!

Either way, under the cut is a small excerpt from Chapter Five:

The tavern consisted of one rectangular room. Round tables were scattered across the ashy wooden floors. A lonely and empty fireplace was squashed into the back wall and surrounded by worn chairs. 

The bar hugged the right wall and held several bar stools; two of them seating older human men. They barely glanced up from their tankards as Rane and Korzan entered.

The stench of dry stone persisted into the building. The creak of heavy boots against a wooden floor broke the seedy silence that blanketed the tavern. 

Korzan and Rane exchanged another long look. Although it was the afternoon, the tavern was surprisingly void. Rane shrugged and proceeded to approach the bar. She swung herself onto one of the seats, letting her pack drop to the floor. Her height and long legs kept her feet planted on the floor. 

With one last grimace, Korzan followed and joined Rane. He sat between her and the wall, keeping his head and horns down as he did so. The tips of his boots brushed against the wooden boards. 

“Still holding up?” Korzan whispered to Rane. He eyed her armor, but was unable to find any red seeping through. 

“Just fine,” she said, flashing her teeth in a grin. 

#Rane and Korzan's fantastical Adventure #R&KFA #writeblr #snippet #R&KFA Update #D&D #dungeons and dragons #Lanx Writes #my writing

[uncannycastletattoo]

I’ve obsessively been drawing mice over the past week, really concentrating on developing a style that’s a little more realistic - surprisingly this came to me a lot easier. When drawing from a photo of a field mouse, there’s no room for guessing or experimenting. When drawing my more cartoonish versions, it’s hard to keep consistency. I found myself really enjoying this process more and seeing where it’s going! Now to see how they can translate into tattoo form.

I’m currently still trying to settle into a studio that’ll accept me as a beginner and not an apprentice. My first tattoo was just over a week ago now, and I don’t want to lose momentum but with Christmas coming up and busy schedules, it’s hard to get friends that own studios to let me come and pester them for a while. I’m hoping in the new year that things will start to pick up faster, I’m just so eager to start now.

#tattoo apprentice #tattoo flash #tattoos #femaletattooartist #beatrix potter #sketch #mouse art #tiny mouse