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zimms · 3 years

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an olliewicks flower shop au to soothe the soul! this is somewhat based on mine and @tingo-tango’s tags on this post.

fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels

Ollie’s wrist-deep in a pot of soil, sweat rolling down his cheeks and sunlight streaming through the windows of Faber’s Flowers, when the shop’s bell rings and a new customer stumbles through the door. Ollie frowns slightly and hastily wipes the beads of sweat off his chin with the corner of his shirt, before plastering on his best customer service smile to greet whoever needs flowers at 7:30 am on a Tuesday morning. He mentally catalogues the possibilities; maybe they’ve forgotten their spouse’s birthday? Or maybe it’s a gift for someone at work? Maybe it’s an apology present because they accidentally cycled into a fruit stall and ruined a fresh batch of melons?

(Okay, maybe not, but it would be a refreshing change in the cycle of constant businessmen grovelling for their partner’s forgiveness)

Ollie shakes himself from his thoughts and grins across the counter at the customer, who’s sporting a baseball cap and a t-shirt that sits just right across his broad shoulders. Ollie’s eyes track down the guy’s biceps which are a tad too big for the sleeves. Ollie consciously shut his mouth to stop himself from gaping; this guy was hot. As Ollie’s gaze roams across the customer’s face to meet his eyes, he realises three things. Number one is that he definitely shouldn’t be ogling a customer like he’s a piece of meat. Number two is that he hasn’t said anything to this guy yet. Number three is that at least a minute of awkward silence and staring has passed since the customer entered the shop.

Ollie rips his eyes away from the customer’s face to stare at a spot slightly behind his left shoulder. “Hi! What can I help you with today?”

The guy shifts on the balls of his feet, scanning the shelves of bouquets and individual flowers. “Erm, I’m looking for a bouquet of flowers for my mom?” His voice raises at the end of his sentence, which is kind of cute, if Ollie does say so. He rubs the back of his neck and his checks flush pink. “I kinda need to apologise to her.”

Ah, a classic apology scenario. Got it.

“What’s the apology for?” Ollie asks as he turns to the sink behind the counter to wash his hands. “Not that you have to tell me that is; it just might help as we make the bouquet.” He unravels the roll of tissue paper and cuts off a square to package the flowers in.

Hot Guy winces. “Ah,” he says, “I kinda got into a fight in front of her the other night. She was not happy to say the least, so I figured I might as well get her some flowers to apologise for it.”

“Cool, cool.” Ollie grins at him. “What kinda flowers do you want for her?” He gestured to the whole shop, where various buckets of flowers lined the walls, each displaying a different species. “We can get her just a plain old bunch that’s all just the same type of flower, or we could mix and match, create a nice piece of artwork that she’ll admire rather than a bunch that’s boring and all the same.”

Hot Guy’s eyes flick up from the counter and meet Ollie’s own, moving slowly up his body. If Ollie was feeling particularly optimistic, he’d say the guy was checking him out, but he pushes that thought to the corner of his mind because he’s made way too many faux-pas in the past by asking out guys that have come into the shop just for all of them to be straight. Hot Guy clears his throat. “Yeah, a mixture sounds good. I know her favourite flowers are hyacinths if that helps?”

“That’s perfect.” Ollie shoots him the most reassuring smile he can think of, eyes softening. He grabs the bucket of blue hyacinths that sit behind him. “These alright?”

“Yeah, those are great,” Hot Guy says a little hoarsely, squinting at Ollie’s name tag, “Ollie.” Something settles in Hot Guy’s voice and he seems a bit more comfortable.

“So, why'd you get into a fight in front of your mom?” Ollie reaches for the bucket of Narcissus behind him and waves a bunch at Hot Guy for affirmation. He nods in return. “Doesn’t seem like the best idea to me-” Ollie trails off, hoping that Hot Guy might get the hint and finally introduce himself.

“Oh, uh, Pacer.” He coughs and the remaining tension leaks out of his posture. “Nah, a guy said something about Ma, and you know, I had to rush to defend her like the rash idiot I am.”

Ollie laughs. “At least, it’s one of the more noble reasons to get into a fight. There’s a bit more chance of forgiveness, then.”

Pacer nods and his gaze wanders away from where Ollie is deftly making the bouquet to settle on the purple Clematis.

“You like them?” Ollie makes a ‘gimme’ motion with his hands and Pacer passes the bucket over to him. Their hands briefly brush each other during the exchange and Ollie does everything in his power to ignore the jolt that goes through him at that brief skin to skin contact. “You’ve got a good eye; I was just about to grab them myself.”

“Yeah, my mom loves blue and yello-” Pacer cuts himself off with a sneeze. “Also, aren’t they the colours of the local hockey team around here? The Falcons?” Although he has a completely clueless tone to his voice, Pacer is studying Ollie’s reaction as if it might reveal the secrets of the universe.

“Yeah, the Falcs! I only get to see them every so often, but they’re great,” Ollie says, doing his level best to ignore Pacer’s sudden intensity. “I was actually on the same team as Jack Zimmermann in college, which was pretty cool.”

“Really?” Pacer’s enigmatic expression becomes even more indecipherable. “That is pretty cool.” He looks slightly over his shoulder towards the street before meeting Ollie’s eyes and flashing a genuine smile at him. “I actually played a bit of hockey myself, you know.”

Ollie tries to convince himself that the bubble of excitement that rushes through him is because Pacer is such a good conversationalist and not for any other reason, like the fact that they have a couple of things in common, or that Pacer is one of the hottest guys he’s ever seen.

(He fails.)

_X_

Pacer leaves about forty minutes later, with a bouquet and handwritten note in hand and a smile fixed firmly on his face. When Ollie goes to scrub down the counter and start repotting the plant he’d abandoned when Pacer had arrived, he spots a scrap of paper that definitely hadn’t been there before. The note is pretty cute; it’s a string of numbers and a smiley face, accompanied by a couple of lines from Pacer.

Would you like to go I would have asked you out earlier, but my tea friend always says it’s bad form to hit on workers whilst they’re on shift. Anyway, here’s my number if you want to go out some time? Call m Don’t worry if you don’t though!

- Pacer

Ollie grins as he opens up his phone to add the number to his contacts, but pauses as he sees a Google Alert come through that he’s set up for the Falcs. The text reads, Providence Falconers acquire forward Pacer Wicks from Colorado Avalanche in exchange for a second round pick in the 2022 NHL Draft, and immediately underneath the caption, Pacer’s smiling face stares out at him.

Pacer’s voice echoes in his mind. “I actually played a bit of hockey myself.”

Played a bit of hockey himself? Ollie cannot believe this guy. He plays in the fucking NHL and all he says is “I actually played a bit of hockey myself.”

However, Ollie thinks as he opens up the article to see a picture of a bruised Pacer from his last game with the Avs, it would explain why he needed to apologise for fighting in front of his mom.

_X_

Now that Ollie is aware of Pacer Wicks’ existence, he seems to follow him everywhere. Well, not Pacer exactly, but his name.

It begins, like many things, at the grocery store.

“Excuse me?” the cashier asks, as she’s scanning his groceries two days after Pacer first came into the florist’s. “Are you that hockey player? Pacer Wicks?”

Ollie furrows his eyebrows. He doesn’t think that him and Pacer look that similar, but then again, Pacer’s only been in Providence a couple of days, so people don’t exactly know what he looks like yet. “No, sorry.”

The cashier purses her lips, taking a moment to study him again before ringing him up. “Huh, sorry! You guys just look really alike is all.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Ollie gathers up his groceries. “These things happen sometimes.”

(He almost texts Pacer to tell him about it, but, as Ollie looks at the clock on his phone, he realises that Pacer probably isn’t going to want to receive a message about how someone thought they looked similar mid-way through his game against the Pens.

Also, he’d have to wish him luck and honestly, as much as Ollie loves the Falcs, he wouldn’t wish them too much luck against his hometown team.)

_X_

ollie

hey! i’ve finished off that other apology bouquet for your ma!

let me know when you want to swing by and pick it up!

also i was watching the game tonight; do you need me to make up another identical one for your ma, or do you wanna come into the shop to choose this one?

pacer

thanks ol! i’ll probably swing by to pick it up tomorrow and then help make the next one at the same time?

ollie

sounds like a plan!!

_X_

When he said these things happen sometimes to that cashier in the grocery store, he didn’t expect them to happen all the goddamn time. Be it at his favourite café, on the street, or on the commuter rail, someone always, always, asks if he’s Pacer Wicks.

_X_

ollie

oof that hit from eriksen looks like it’s gonna leave a mark

pacer

yeah, half my face is swollen

ollie

yikes

pacer

i assume we’re still on for dinner in a couple of days right?

even if my stunning visage has been marred by the fists of a schooner

ollie

that was a very weird way of putting it

but yeah, i still wanna go out with you even if your face looks like a dodgeball

_X_

A girl taps him on the shoulder at Bitty’s Bites downtown. “Excuse me, are you Pacer Wicks?”

Ollie smiles sheepishly at her, brandishing his coffee cup with a scrawled Oily on it as if it might keep the Pacer Wicks fans away. “Sorry, you’ve got the wrong dude.”

He hurries out of there as quickly as his legs can take him after that, hands fumbling for his phone so that he can text Pacer about it.

ollie

jdshjkdsjh a girl just asked if i was you

pacer

oh?

ollie

yeah, i don’t really know why so many people ask if i’m you

especially as they usually ask when you’re on a roadie??

so i don’t get why they know who you are without knowing the falcs’ schedules

pacer

maybe they’re a fan of my dashing good looks rather than my hockey?

isn’t that why you agreed to go out with me after all?

Ollie grins to himself before sending back three words.

don’t push it

_X_

He’s less generous to the guy on the commuter rail, but in fairness that’s mainly because he stole the last seat just before Ollie could get there and it’s 6:30 in the morning.

“Hey, aren’t you that hockey pl-?”

Ollie barely looks up from his phone before cutting him off with a sharp “No.”

_X_

Today, someone even asks him at the flower shop.

“No,” he says, heaving the deepest sigh he can whilst still remaining in customer service mode, “I think Pacer Wicks might have other things to do on a Saturday afternoon than work the till at a flower shop.” He shuts the cash drawer on the register with a bang and hands the customer their change and bouquet as quickly as he can. “Thank you for shopping with us! Enjoy your day!”

He collapses back onto the wooden stool that he keeps behind the counter, taking a breather for approximately five seconds before a laugh echoes through the shop. Ollie jumps half a foot in the air before locating Pacer, who’s stood in the corner of the shop inspecting a piece of sea holly.

He’s dressed up pretty nicely considering hockey players’ notoriously bad fashion sense, wearing a button-up, a nice pair of jeans that do all the right things for his hockey butt, and his ever-present baseball cap, but this time, unlike his first visit to the shop, it’s sat backwards on his head. He spins around to face the back of the shop, grinning his face off. “I’m impressed by the fact that she asked you that whilst I was standing in the shop and she still didn’t notice me.” He laughs, smirking across at Ollie. “Does that happen often?”

“Yeah, some people are surprisingly oblivious sometimes,” he says, “but also, I don’t look that much like you?” He pauses, trying to work out what Pacer’s face means. He places his hands on his hips and jokingly rounds on Pacer. “Do I?”

Pacer chuckles, taking a few steps closer so that he’s leaning against the counter. “Not that much, but would it be so bad if you looked like me?” A mock-wounded expression plays across his features as he presses his hand to his chest.

Ollie takes off his apron and hangs it up behind the counter. “Nope, because you are extremely hot.” He threads his fingers through the hockey player’s belt loops to pull him closer, feeling emboldened by Pacer’s flirting. “And if that means that people are inadvertently calling me hot whilst asking if I’m you?” He shrugs. “I can live with it.”

Pacer has to lower his gaze to meet Ollie’s eyes, the two inch height difference between them clearly obvious, even if Ollie is six foot, thank you very much. “You were right about something though,” Pacer murmurs, “I do have better things to do than stand in a flower shop on a Saturday afternoon.”

“Like what?” Ollie raises an eyebrow.

Pacer smiles softly down at him, taking his hand and interlacing his fingers with Ollie’s. “Like taking the cute florist that works there on a date for starters.” Pacer starts to move them towards the shop’s entrance. “There’s this lit-” He sneezes abruptly.

Ollie tilts Pacer’s head downwards. “That’s like the fourth time you’ve sneezed in the shop.” He rubs his thumb over his cheek, frowning when he sees that Pacer’s eyes are slightly red. “Are you okay?”

Pacer waves him off. “Yeah, it’s fine; my antihistamines just wore off.”

His-? Ollie furrows his eyebrows before leading his date out of the shop. “Pacer, are you allergic to flowers?”

“No?” Pacer’s sheepish and slightly bunged up reply says everything that Ollie needs to know.

“Fuck, Pace, why have you been coming to the shop so much if you’re allergic? Surely you don’t like the aesthetics of flowers that much that you need to torture your sinuses every spare minute of the day.” Ollie pinches the bridge of his nose, voice full of exasperation.

Pacer holds his hands up in surrender. “In my defence, the first few times were because I did need to buy Ma flowers, but I didn’t keep coming back because the flowers were pretty.” He pulls Ollie close and frames his face with his hands. “I came back because the florist was.”

_X_

The final time Ollie is mistaken for Pacer is five years later as he’s heading towards the arena for Pacer’s final game of the season. In fairness, dressed in a Wicks jersey and a Falcs snapback, he probably looks more like Pacer now than he has at any time since he first got mistaken for him in the grocery store.

“Excuse me?” A teenager taps him on the shoulder, their arm slung around a friend. “Are you Pacer Wicks?”

Ollie grins at the kid. “Nope,” he says, trying not to take too much joy in the hope fading from the fan’s eyes before he drops the bombshell, “I am his husband though.”

“Really?” The teenager’s eyes light up. “You’re not kidding, right?”

“Nope.” Ollie holds up his phone screen to show the kid a photo of Pacer kissing his cheek, just so that they know he’s not lying. “D’you wanna meet him after the game?” He smirks at them. “After all, I do know a guy.”

#the formatting's kinda whack #but it's late #so i'll format it properly when i post it on ao3 tomorrow #ollie and wicks #my writing #omgcp #it's like 3k i'm so sorry

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backwardscapsmh · 3 years

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Hi tess!!

(For the wish prompt) I wish you would write a fic where Tango confuses everyone either with his questions or his knowledge!

(@tingo-tango)

I LITERALLY RAN TO MY COMPUTER TO TYPE THIS OUT! i have so much useless knowledge to drop in this! be ready for facts that you did not need. (it’s mostly about biology but eh)

Sunday morning team breakfast at the Haus isn’t rare, but it’s not common either. Usually only done when Jack or Shitty (or both) come down to Samwell to visit, and Bitty and Dex are emotionally prepared to cook for a team of D1 athletes. Today is one of those times.

It’s late enough in the semester that summer break plans pop up in the conversation. Thus, it begins with Nursey ribbing Dex about working on a lobster boat.

“Ya know Dexy, I bet you know a lot about crustaceans. What’s the weirdest lobster fact you know?” Nursey jokingly asks.

“Fuck off Nurse. I just catch lobsters, not study them.” Dex glares at his d-man.

“Lobsters were actually used for medical purposes in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance. They used all different parts of a lobster to cure anything from urinary diseases to stomach aches to attempting to cure epilepsy. They were also considered aphrodisiacs in some areas,” Tango pipes up from the end of the table. “Huh,” Nursey hums, clearly caught of guard by Tango’s answer. The rest of the team just stares at him in shocked silence.

_/ \_

It happens again on a roadie. Following Murray and Hall’s ban on the “person or 1000 roaches in the attic” debate, Ransom and Holster have come up with increasingly difficult questions. This one however is about immortality.

“Does immortality look like aging until you look so old or does it look like deities in Greek mythology?” Holster asks from his seat next to Ransom.

“Actually there’s one biologically immortal creature that lives on Earth right now. It’s the Turritopsis dohrnii, or the Immortal Jellyfish. It’s able to rage back to a sexually immature stage that’s called a polyp forever,” Tango chimes in from where he’s making a friendship bracelet next to Whiskey. “Uh, cool knowledge bro,” Ransom says, looking a little shocked. The rest of the bus just stares at Tango until Nursey gives his answer and the situation is forgotten.

_/ \_

Tango’s knowledge bombs become more expected the third time it happens. They’re in the locker room before a game when they hear Bitty exclaim “Derek Nurse, that is disgusting!”

All heads turn to watch Nursey spit on his “spot” on the floor. “Dude, Bits is right. That is rank,” Ransom says solemnly. “Yeah bro, that’s like spreading your acid spit on the floor,” Holster chimes in, copying Ransom and Bitty’s look of disgust.

“There’s actually a species of marine snail called the Oregon Triton snail that spits acid so it can eat and chew it’s prey, which usually consists of sea urchins and sea stars,” Tango says from where he’s standing by his locker. “That’s actually really cool,” Dex says thoughtfully, high-fiving Tango. The rest of the team looks a little confused but otherwise resigned.

_/ \_

The next time it happens, everyone is pretty much used to Tango’s weirdly obscure knowledge that he’s prepared to drop on them at any moment.

“I don’t know what to tell you Bits. You decided to take French,” Lardo says from her perch on the kitchen counter, sketchbook in her lap, watching Bitty fret over his French flash cards.

“Yeah, because I thought I would be able to figure out how those words translated into English fairly easily. This is just torture at this point,” Bitty whines from the table, putting his head down.

“A lot of our words for meat are French, while our words for live animals are straight up English, partly due to medieval social hierarchies. In Europe, the poorer people where more likely to speak English, which was considered the “commoner language” and they were the ones handling the livestock. Richer people, blessed with money or something, were more likely to speak French and they were only dealing with the dead meat. Thus, when English developed, the words for live animals developed differently than what we call meat because of social class,” Tango rattles off from where he’s grabbing a granola bar from the pantry. “Huh? That’s interesting,” Lardo hums, still sketching away. Bitty just continues to whine about his French test.

_/ \_

The time someone actually asks Tango about how he knows this stuff is when they’re playing Trivial Pursuit, one of the only games not banned at the Haus. “Alright Tango, here’s your science question, name a animal that is considered a cephalopod,” Holster asks, tripping over the word “cephalopod” a bit. “Oh easy. An octopus,” Tango answers easily. “Did you know that a Giant Pacific Octopus has on average 1,600 suction cups per tentacle and that each of those suction cups can lift 35 pounds?”

“Bro, not that I don’t love your information dumps, but where do learn this stuff?” Nursey asks from where he (his words) “chilling” but in reality he’s just leaning on Dex’s shoulder. “Oh, I just googled it. Someone in one of my gen ed’s said their favorite animal was an octopus and I read through the Wikipedia page and then a Smithsonian article, and then a BBC article. Speaking of which, did you know that sexual cannibalism is common when octopus mate?”

(i hope i did ur idea justice!) 🥰

#asks #tango tangredi #smh #tango #omgcp

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anti-social-realist · 3 years

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45 Beautiful Untranslatable Words That Describe Exactly How You’re Feeling

By Katie Mather, July 22nd 2015

1. Forelsket (Norwegian): The indescribable euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.

2. Tsundoku (Japanese): Leaving a book unread after buying it.

3. Pålegg (Norwegian): Anything and everything you can put on a slice of bread.

4. Wabi-Sabi (Japanese): Finding beauty in imperfections.

5. Trepverter (Yiddish): A witty comeback you think of only when it’s too late to use.

6. Komorebi (Japanese): The sunlight that filters through the leaves of the trees.

7. Fika (Swedish): Gathering together to talk and take a break from everyday routines; either at a cafe or at home, often for hours on end.

8. Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.

9. Kilig (Tagalog): The feeling of butterflies in your stomach, usually when something romantic takes place.

10. Commuovere (Italian): Often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears.

11. Luftmensch (Yiddish): Refers to someone who is a bit of a dreamer; literally, an “air person.”

12. Tretår (Swedish): A second refill or “threefill” of coffee.

13. Extrawunsch (German): Used to call someone who is slowing things down by being fussy.

14. Hiraeth (Welsh): A particular type of longing for the homeland or the romanticized past.

15. Mokita (Kivila): The truth everyone knows but agrees not to talk about.

16. Dapjeongneo (Korean): When somebody has already decided the answer they want to hear after asking a question, and are waiting for you to say that exact answer.

17. Waldeinsamkeit (German): The feeling of solitude, being alone in the woods, and a connectedness to nature.

18. Dépaysement (French): The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country; being a foreigner.

19. Iktsuarpok (Inuit): The feeling of anticipation that leads you to keep looking outside to see if anyone is coming.

20. Jayus (Indonesian): An unfunny joke told so poorly that one cannot help but laugh.

21. Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan): The wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to do so.

22. Verschlimmbessern (German): To make something worse when trying to improve it.

23. Schadenfreude (German): The feeling of joy or pleasure when one sees another fail or suffer misfortune.

24. Fernweh (German): Feeling homesick for a place you have never been to.

25. Tingo (Pascuense): To gradually steal all the possessions out of a neighbor’s house by borrowing and not returning.

26. Pochemuchka (Russian): A person who asks too many questions.

27. Gökotta (Swedish): To wake up early in the morning with the purpose of going outside to hear the first birds sing.

28. Bakku-shan (Japanese): A beautiful girl— as long as she’s being looked at from behind.

29. Shlimazl (Yiddish): A chronically unlucky person.

30. Hanyauku (Rukwangali): The act of walking on tiptoes across warm sand.

31. Prozvonit (Czech): To call someone’s cell phone only to have it ring once so that the other person has to call back, allowing the caller to not spend money on minutes.

32. Iktsuarpok (Inuit): The frustration of waiting for someone to turn up.

33. Utepils (Norwegian): To sit outside on a sunny day and enjoy a beer.

34. Culaccino (Italian): The mark left on a table by a moist glass.

35. Age-otori (Japanese): To look worse after a haircut.

36. Toska (Russian): A sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without a specific cause; a longing with nothing to long for.

37. Tartle (Scottish): The act of hesitating while introducing someone because you’ve forgotten their name.

38. Cafuné (Brazilian Portueguese): The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.

39. Torschlusspanik (German): The fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages.

40. Hyggelig (Danish): A warm, friendly, cozy demeanor.

41. L’appel du vide (French): Literally translated to “the call of the void”; contextually used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places.

42. Ya’aburnee (Arabic): A declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how unbearable it would be to live without them.

43. Duende (Spanish): The mysterious power that a work of art has to deeply move a person.

44. Sobremesa (Spanish): After-lunch conversation around the table.

45. Abbiocco (Italian): drowsiness from eating a big meal.

#language #languages are baffling #communication #earth #people #emotions #amazing

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ao3feed-danganronpa · 3 years

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honey

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3zcyR1O

by Tingo

sometimes the right person is what you need.

Words: 1925, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Naegi Makoto, Kuwata Leon, Kirigiri Kyouko, Celestia Ludenberg, Ishimaru Kiyotaka, Oowada Mondo, Fujisaki Chihiro, Togami Byakuya, Hagakure Yasuhiro, Maizono Sayaka, Ikusaba Mukuro, Asahina Aoi, Ogami Sakura

Relationships: Kuwata Leon/Naegi Makoto, Kuwata leon/naegi makoto(main), Ishimaru Kiyotaka/Oowada Mondo, Kirigiri Kyoko/Celestia Ludenberg, Ikusaba Mukuro/Maizono Sayaka, Asahina Aoi/Ogami Sakura

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Gentle Sex, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Masturbation, Gay Sex, Shower Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Conset, Male Homosexuality, Hugs, Gentle Kissing, Alternate Universe - Hope's Peak Academy (Dangan Ronpa), Boys In Love, Insecurity, Body Dysphoria, Anxiety, Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3zcyR1O

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

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pleicdes · 7 years

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45 beautiful untranslatable words prompt list

Send one and I will make a drabble or a starter for our characters based on the word.

Forelsket (Norwegian): The indescribable euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.

Tsundoku (Japanese): Leaving a book unread after buying it.

Pålegg (Norwegian): Anything and everything you can put on a slice of bread.

Wabi-Sabi (Japanese): Finding beauty in imperfections.

Trepverter (Yiddish): A witty comeback you think of only when it’s too late to use.

Komorebi (Japanese): The sunlight that filters through the leaves of the trees

Fika (Swedish): Gathering together to talk and take a break from everyday routines; either at a cafe or at home, often for hours on end.

Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.

Kilig (Tagalog): The feeling of butterflies in your stomach, usually when something romantic takes place.

Commuovere (Italian): Often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears.

Luftmensch (Yiddish): Refers to someone who is a bit of a dreamer; literally, an “air person.”

Tretår (Swedish): A second refill or “threefill” of coffee.

Extrawunsch (German): Used to call someone who is slowing things down by being fussy.

Hiraeth (Welsh): A particular type of longing for the homeland or the romanticized past.

Mokita (Kivila): The truth everyone knows but agrees not to talk about.

Dapjeongneo (Korean): When somebody has already decided the answer they want to hear after asking a question, and are waiting for you to say that exact answer.

Waldeinsamkeit (German): The feeling of solitude, being alone in the woods, and a connectedness to nature.

Dépaysement (French): The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country; being a foreigner.

Iktsuarpok (Inuit): The feeling of anticipation that leads you to keep looking outside to see if anyone is coming.

Jayus (Indonesian): An unfunny joke told so poorly that one cannot help but laugh.

Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan): The wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to do so.

Verschlimmbessern (German): To make something worse when trying to improve it.

Schadenfreude (German): The feeling of joy or pleasure when one sees another fail or suffer misfortune.

Fernweh (German): Feeling homesick for a place you have never been to.

Tingo (Pascuense): To gradually steal all the possessions out of a neighbor’s house by borrowing and not returning.

Pochemuchka (Russian): A person who asks too many questions.

Gökotta (Swedish): To wake up early in the morning with the purpose of going outside to hear the first birds sing.

Bakku-shan (Japanese): A beautiful girl— as long as she’s being looked at from behind.

Shlimazl (Yiddish): A chronically unlucky person.

Hanyauku (Rukwangali): The act of walking on tiptoes across warm sand.

Prozvonit (Czech): To call someone’s cell phone only to have it ring once so that the other person has to call back, allowing the caller to not spend money on minutes.

Iktsuarpok (Inuit): The frustration of waiting for someone to turn up.

Utepils (Norwegian): To sit outside on a sunny day and enjoy a beer.

Culaccino (Italian): The mark left on a table by a moist glass.

Age-otori (Japanese): To look worse after a haircut.

Toska (Russian): A sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without a specific cause; a longing with nothing to long for.

Tartle (Scottish): The act of hesitating while introducing someone because you’ve forgotten their name.

Cafuné (Brazilian Portueguese): The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.

Torschlusspanik (German): The fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages.

Hyggelig (Danish): A warm, friendly, cozy demeanor.

L’appel du vide (French): Literally translated to “the call of the void”; contextually used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places.

Ya’aburnee (Arabic): A declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how unbearable it would be to live without them.

Duende (Spanish): The mysterious power that a work of art has to deeply move a person.

Sobremesa (Spanish): After-lunch conversation around the table.

Abbiocco (Italian): drowsiness from eating a big meal.

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#;starters #;prompts #|| I am in love with these that I had to make it into a prompt list #and I will probably reblog this over time #feel free to reblog #feel free to send some too #regardless if we have ongoing threads or none #please specify muse though #ahh these are so pretty ||

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