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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 month ago

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☆ Pairing: rockstar!best friend!mingi x chubby!fem!reader

☆ Genre: rocker au/smut/fluff/friends to lovers

☆ Word Count: 4.4k

☆ Summary: During a late night hang out session your innocent request to color in your best friend's tattoos leads to a revelation about the not so platonic feelings you've held for him. Mingi's a rockstar. One of the best guitarists there is. Every boy you know wants to be him and every girl you know wants to be on top of him. In your eyes, the odds that his feelings are mutual are slim to none but a girl's gotta be wrong sometimes.

☆ Warnings: heavily tattooed mingi, he has a tongue piercing too, bestie wooyoung pops in to stir shit up, drug use (just weed), body worship, dry humping, female masturbation, marking, some soft dom mingi moments, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, spanking, nibbling, scratching, unprotected sex, his dick is kinda (very) big, doggy style, squirting, creampie, pet names (baby, good girl), affectionate use of the word whore (towards Mingi).

☆ A/N: Rockerteez has a special place in my heart, especially rocker Mingi, so I absolutely had to write something for him. I hope this satisfies something for all of my chubby alt girls out there who crush on this man just as hard as I do. Love you guys xoxo byeee.

Mingi can’t say no to you. It’s been that way since the beginning of your friendship. Craving ice cream in the middle of the night? He’ll drive you to every convenience store in a 10 mile radius just to make sure you get the flavor you want. You want tickets to a sold out concert for your favorite band? He’ll pull every string he can behind the scenes to make sure you get them.

You’ve turned into a brat, spoiled rotten to the core, and he can only blame himself for it. Tonight might’ve been the night that he stood up to you if you didn’t look so adorable making the silliest request he’s ever heard.

You were standing at the edge of his bed rocking nothing but a baggy Linkin Park tee you stole from his drawer and a pair of black panties not meant to impress but cute all the same. Your cheeks were still stained with glitter from tonight’s concert and remnants of smeared mascara lingered in the wake of some discount makeup wipes that didn’t quite do the trick.

“Just let me color in your tattoos. Like this, see?” You held your phone up to his face, his nose a fraction of an inch from the screen where a girl was busy coloring in the free space of her boyfriend’s tattoos.

Mingi had been lying on his back, scrolling his own phone as he patiently awaited your return from the kitchen. Snacks. You were supposed to bring back snacks, not a fistful of random markers you found in the kitchen drawer and some impulsive idea you got from Tiktok.

“No. I’ll get skin cancer or something” he huffed, rolling his eyes and flopping back down on the bed.

“Oh, because you’re so concerned about your health” you teased, eyeing the shiny chrome vape pen perched between two plush rosy lips.

Mingi casually drew in a breath, letting the peach infused smoke fill his lugs. “THC is healthy. Whatever the fuck’s in those isn’t.”

Clearing your throat, you hopped onto the bed, spreading the markers out to inspect. “Actually, these are vegan markers so they’re safe. It’s basically the rules, so…let me do it.”

“No…” he started but you were already pouting, your eyelashes batting away fake tears. It was a cheap trick to pull, especially when you know how it always gets to him, but it worked.

“Fine but you’ve got 15 minutes. That’s it.”

You wasted no time climbing on top of him, popping the caps of the markers off and getting straight to work. Lucky for you Mingi has more tattoos than free skin on his chest. Even luckier, he has zero ability to track time.

An hour’s passed and you’re still here, straddling his lap and doodling away. You hum along to the song on his record player. It’s a vaguely familiar tune, some alt rock album that dropped before Mingi even hit middle school.

Mingi’s yet to admit it—he actually hasn’t said a word to you since you started—but this is the most relaxed he’s been in the longest time. Everyone thinks that being in a band is one big party. The tours. The magazine spreads. The concerts. The groupies. But there’s more to it than that. Being an artist takes from you in ways the rest of the world couldn’t imagine. Something about sharing this time with you gives a little bit of that back to him.

He steals a glance at you, eyes flicking back to his phone before you catch him in the act. You’re pretty. Not the disposable kind of pretty that you admire for one night and forget about when the alcohol wears off in the morning. You’re the irreplaceable kind of pretty. The kind that’s too pure to pursue but too precious to let slip out of his reach.

Your friendship’s never been for show. The bond he has with you—the love he feels—all of it’s genuine. But he can’t say there’s nothing else so he says nothing at all. He just lies here, your human canvas, enjoying the feeling of your weight in his lap and your soft hands brushing against his skin.

“I’m running to the store. You want something?” Wooyoung asks, bursting through the door.

It’s a house rule that all bandmates knock before coming in but Wooyoung’s never been one to care. His room is his room and everyone else’s room is his too.

“My bad, am I interrupting something?”

You and Mingi’s heads turn towards the door in unison and your reactions are are identical. “Something like what?”

Wooyoung cracks a smile, tickled by you two syncing up like bluetooth headphones. “You tell me. I’m not the one who has their best friend in cowgirl right now.”

A marker goes flying across the room at him and he dodges it like a pro. “It’s not like that and you know it’s not” you say, pretending not to know what a lie that is.

It’s not an outright lie. It’s nothing, it truly is, but you can’t ignore what this position’s been doing to you. Mingi’s a gorgeous man. Gorgeous enough to make you wish you were just another groupie some days. It’s inevitable that your vicinity to him might leave your pulse racing now and then. Maybe get you a bit wetter than anything the natural warmth of your body could do. You feel a twinge of guilt for it but not nearly enough to get up.

“If it’s not like that then what’s it like?” Wooyoung presses, paying no mind to the growing frustration on his bandmate’s face. Mingi’s pisssed but that’s never stopped Wooyoung before.

“It’s like you getting out of my room” Mingi snaps, “Where’s San? Doesn’t one of you die if you aren’t attached at the hip 24 hours a day?”

Wooyoung cocks an eyebrow, arms folded across his chest, “You should talk.”

“Woo, I’m serious. Mingi and I are just friends. That’s it. You see the type of girls who wait for him backstage. Do any of them look like me?”

Your question’s met with silence from both men. They share a knowing glance. Wooyoung knows something you don’t and Mingi dares him to open his mouth unless he wants to die.

“Didn’t think so” you gloat, getting back to your coloring, “I will take something from the store though. Some chips please. My usual. Want something, Min?”

“Just for him to get out of my room. Quickly.”

“Got it. Chips for the lady and for the gentleman…” Wooyoung flips Mingi off as he backs out of the room.

Mingi returns the gesture, “I love you too!”

You laugh to yourself, shaking your head at their immaturity. On stage all anyone sees are the piercings and the tattoos. They think that they’re edgy…bad boys. But they’re dorks through and through. Ones you’re happy to be around but dorks nonetheless.

“And what’s so funny?” he frowns, propping himself up on his elbows.

Tossing your marker aside, you trade it out for the vape resting at Mingi’s side. You take a puff, leaning forward to blow the smoke right into his face. “You.”

Mingi does nothing. He only sits there letting the smoke dance across his face. You’ve done a lot of hot things since the two of you’ve met and that was without a doubt one of them. You’re on top of him, your back arched, plush thighs caging him in on each side. No bra. No pants. And that face—those lips so dangerously close to his.

A long moment passes between you. The silence adds another layer of tension to what each of you has already been hiding.

“Just because they wait for me backstage doesn’t mean they’re my type” he says, catching you off guard.

It takes a second for you to register what he's said and when you do your brain short circuits. “Min, I mean…I wasn’t…it doesn’t matter.”

Mingi cocks his head, strands of platinum hair falling into his face. “What do you think my type is exactly?”

You sit back up in his lap, taking another puff to calm your nerves. “I don’t know but last I checked you didn’t have a fat girl fetish.”

“It’s not a fetish.” Mingi pushes himself up to face you, refusing to let you run away so easily. His gaze trails over you like fingertips tracing your curves. “I just like what I like and what I like happens to be girls with some meat on their bones. Is that okay with you?”

Brushing off his comment, you place a hand on his chest to push him back down. “You’re being weird.”

He doesn’t budge. He just stares into your eyes, searching for whatever it is that you’re fighting so hard to keep hidden from him. He knows it’s there. It’s in the way your black nails are nervously drumming against his chest. It’s in the shortness of your breath and the subconscious rocking of your hips in his lap. But he wants to see it in your eyes. He needs to.

“Is that the only reason then?” he asks, slipping an arm around you, “You think nothing’s happened between us because of your body? Which is beautiful by the way.”

You blush, playfully swatting him on the cheek, “Stop. It’s not just that. You and I, we're friends, that's it. Even when you say stuff like that to tease me, I know you only see me as a friend.”

“And what do you see me as?” His voice is deep on any regular day but the way it dips when he asks the question has a bass to it that has you sweating.

You stumble on your words, fighting to make sense of the alphabet soup that is your brain. You don’t work for the CIA. You weren’t prepped to hold up to interrogation. That’s exactly what this feels like because that’s exactly what this is. Mingi wants an answer, a clear one, and you know better than anyone that when he locks in on something he never backs down.

“You’re someone who means to me, Min. Someone I’d rather not lose by thinking something’s there when it’s not…”

You have more to say but you can’t for the life of you remember what it was after Mingi’s lips collide with yours. He lays back, finally, and he takes you with him, your body flush against his as he kisses you with a hunger you didn’t know he possessed.

It’s a wild, breathless kiss. It’s wet lips and little nibbles, tongues intertwining and fingers tangling in hair. There’s no more holding back. No reason to pretend that you don’t want what both of you have all along. It’s a relief for Mingi who's been quietly going through hell for the past hour trying not to get hard with you seated on top of him.

He thought of everything he could to ignore how good it felt to have you resting against his length but now all he can think of is you. It’s dizzying how quickly all of the blood in his body rushes between his legs, his length swelling as he takes greedy handfuls of your figure. You shiver the first time you feel him, a moan as light as air leaving your lips.

“Where’d that come from?” you giggle, hips rolling to chase the friction.

Mingi pushes you onto your back, lips latching onto your neck before you even hit the mattress.

His hands dip beneath your borrowed shirt. It’s one of his favorites but right now he can’t stand the sight of it. He needs to feel the smoothness of your bare skin…feel your curves give beneath his touch.

“You want some more?” he asks, dragging his tongue across your skin, igniting you like a match.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” you moan at the pressure of his fingertips massaging your breast.

He brushes his thumb across your nipple and it stiffens as if on command. Your whole body’s calling out his name—screaming it—begging for his attention. Mingi presses down onto you, his cock throbbing like a heartbeat against your core with every grind of his hips. Moisture trickles down your slit, soaking your panties to the point of uselessness.

You can’t say it's ever crossed your mind to dry hump a rockstar but thanks to Mingi it’s quickly become your new favorite thing. You could lay here all night moaning and whimpering, making a sticky mess all over his sweatpants while he marks your neck up like you’re his property. Well, maybe not all night. Your mind’s already flooded with thoughts of how badly you need him inside you. Good thing he doesn’t intend to make you wait much longer.

“This shirt, take it off” he demands, already tugging it up your figure.

Mingi climbs onto his knees, sitting back to give you the room you need to slip the shirt over your head. He can’t tell where it lands, he doesn’t really care. All that matters to him is that there’s a goddess lying between his legs, one ruined pair of panties away from being completely naked. He lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. You’re a gift so perfectly designed to suit his every desire that he must be dreaming.

“What’s wrong, Min? Never seen a naked girl before?” you tease, your nervous laughter triggering something in him.

Mingi’s expression darkness like you’ve only seen it when he’s deathly serious about something. “Not like this…” he says, his hands patiently exploring your body, savoring every part of you. “And you thought you weren’t my type? When you’re this pretty—your cute belly, those stretchmarks, these thighs—you think I haven’t worshipped you since the day I met you?”

He pushes your knees up just enough to slip your panties down, “I remember Yunho brought you backstage after the show. You had on those heels and that tiny leather skirt. You were so fucking pretty and all I could think was, ‘I wonder what it’d be like to have those thighs around my neck’. You gonna let me find out?”

Mingi spreads your legs, running his fingers through your glistening pussy. His fingers are coated in seconds, so shiny and wet with your arousal that they slip inside of you effortlessly. He crawls onto his stomach, licking his lips as his fingertips stroke your walls.

“Aah…mmph…Mingi” you whine, gripping the sheets as he adds another finger.

“I like the sound of my name but that’s not an answer, baby. I need you to tell me.” He licks the tip of your clit, his silver tongue piercing glinting in the light as he teases you, “Can I eat your pussy or you want me to beg for it?”

“No begging. Just fucking do it.”

Mingi doesn’t need to be told twice. He buries his face between your legs, suckling and slurping, eating you up like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have. Your thighs slip over his shoulders and he grabs onto them with both hands, kneading their softness as his tongue dips into you. You try to keep it together but you’re too sensitive to control how much you tremble when he laps at the ridges of your walls.

You grab him by the hair, not guiding him, just feeling him. You don’t know if it’s the drugs or the way his tongue’s swirling around inside you but it’s like you're floating. Your body’s buzzing with pleasure and when he reaches up to pinch your clit you’re on the verge of falling to pieces.

And that’s right where he keeps you, dancing on the edge of complete ruin. Occasionally he glances up at you, not caring now if you catch him looking. He wants to see you…wants you to see him. You lock eyes and he hums his satisfaction at every pretty face you make.

A mentor once told him that every girl’s a guitar. You’ve just gotta pay enough attention to know how to tune her. A skilled musician if nothing else, Mingi knows how to tune you just right. He knows which dials to turn to make you sing. He’s strumming every string, hitting every note that he needs to for that fullness to build in your lower belly. It’s never felt this good to be close before, it’s almost too much to take and you inch up on the bed, desperate for a break.

Mingi grabs you by the hips before you can get too far, dragging you back down onto his face. “No running” he grins, “Now be a good girl and stay still for me.”

There’s no time to be shocked by his boldness. You’re right back where you left off. Back arching, legs shaking, walls clenching. He takes your clit between his lips, licking circles around it as his fingers plunge back into you, tapping your sweet spot until you come undone.

He locks an arm across your waist, pinning you to the bed so that you have to take it. All of it. Your orgasm falls over you like a blanket, clinging to your skin, enveloping you in the overwhelming warmth of it. Your moans devolve into a low, broken whine as you lay there helpless. As if you’d want the help if there were any.

“Mmm” he hums, taking his last taste of you before his dripping fingers pull out, “I knew you’d taste good but that was…”

He swishes what’s left of your juices around in his mouth, making sure that it lingers behind long after he’s done. “Delicious.”

Pressing his lips to your inner thigh, he kisses his way up your body. Except for a few involuntary twitches from the aftershock, your body’s limp. Far too weak to stop him from teasing you with wet kisses to your curves. He whispers things to your body. Some sweet, some filthy, but the message is the same. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

A part of you wants to deny the truth of his words, shrugging them off as nothing more than lust. But there’s so much sincerity in them that you can’t fight them off. They soak right into your skin and, by the time his lips meet yours again, they’ve become a part of you.

Mingi cups your face, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. “You came so hard for me, baby. Think you can do it again?”

You may be lying here with glossy eyes and pouty lips but you’re far from the innocent little thing he’s making you out to be. You slip a hand below his waist, palming his length through his pants.

“Get rid of them” you whisper, kissing him harshly, “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He pushes himself up from the bed, standing to the side of you to drop his pants. You crawl to the edge of the bed, settling on your knees to watch him. He makes a proper show of it, sliding them down at an agonizingly slow pace. Your eyes widen when his cock springs free, no boxers to hold them back.

“You didn’t have any underwear on. You whore” you tease, admiring his cock all the while. It’s much longer than you thought it’d be, thicker too, with pretty veins traveling up the side like rose vines and a nice fat tip leaking precum down to the rim.

Mingi tucks a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “If I’m a whore, I’m your whore.”

“All mine?” you ask, popping the tip into your mouth. It’s a tight fit. Not easy in the slightest but you make it look like it is. You drag your tongue across the slit, collecting beads of arousal on your tongue.

His body shudders, knees almost giving out from the wispy motion of your tongue around the rim. “All yours” he groans, his voice growing shaky the further you take him into your mouth.

You take as much as you can before it taps the back of your throat and then you take a little more still. Bobbing your head back and forth, you drool down his length, sucking him like one of those long, twisty lollipops you get from the candy store. Mingi throws his head back, swearing he can see stars on the ceiling from how tightly your fluffy cheeks are suctioned around him.

Your tongue sweeps back and forth on the underside of his cock, your throat muscles flexing around the tip. Running your fingers down his stomach, you dig your nails in. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to get his attention. He looks down at you, a mixture of ecstasy and pain clouding his mind.

Leaning back from him, you let him slip out of your mouth. “If it’s all mine…” you sigh, sliding back on the bed and crawling onto your knees, “Then give it to me.”

You arch your back, ass poked out towards him, and he can see that you’re still dripping, your thighs soaked from your last orgasm. He slaps your ass hard enough to make all of you jiggle and you smile back at him, not minding the sting.

“You’re lucky you look so hot” he says, aligning himself with your entrance.

You wink, sinking back onto him so that the tip pops inside, “So are you.”

Mingi grabs you by the hips, slamming into you, and your arms give out in an instant, your cheek lying flat against the blanket as the next thrust sends shockwaves through your system. He pauses before the next to give you time to adjust. Really to give himself time to adjust.

The look on his face would make you think that he hates you—eyes narrowed, brows knitted together, lips tight—but it’s the exact opposite. Being inside of you is like dipping himself into a pool of honey. You’re warm and sticky, hugging him so well that pulling out feels criminal. Nothing has ever felt this good.

“Shit, baby, I can’t believe this is what you’ve been hiding from me all this time” he grunts, driving into you again and again.

The tears in your eyes are real this time. None of those play ones from earlier. You can’t help how they water as he bounces you on his cock, your quivering hole stretching a bit more each time to accommodate him. Music’s still streaming from the record player and the sound of your bodies slapping together matches the frantic rhythm. You have to give it to him. He’s good at staying on beat, even at a time like this.

Leaning forward, he nips at your side before grabbing your arm and guiding it between your legs. “Touch your clit for me. Wanna watch you do it.”

You do as you’re told, blindly feeling around to find your bud. Your fingers slip around, splashing in your own slick. They land right at your entrance and you can feel him pulsing as he disappears into you. You let them hover there, stroking him each time he pulls back, but Mingi forces your hand up to where he wants it.

“Aah, Min—fuck, so good…” you moan at the added layer of pleasure.

With his large hands splayed out on your ass, he sits back to watch you. Your arm’s shaky, mouth hung open drawing in sharp, jagged breaths. The curves of your body sit just right and each time you arch he finds a new way to admire them.

It’s more than enough to break him, your walls clenching and releasing, worsening the rising pressure threatening to ravage him. But he grits his teeth, suppressing his high until he feels your walls flutter off rhythm, legs trembling as your second orgasm of the night washes over you.

Mingi stills his movements, keeping you flush against him as you mindlessly ride his cock. “Good girl…” he coos, “Use me like I’m your fucking toy.”

Your whole world’s shattering and his words only make you come harder, juices cascading down your thighs, soaking the space between you. He follows close behind you, his swollen tip pumping you full of his seed until you’re drowning in the warmth of it. You bite down on the blanket, moaning his name into the thick cotton.

When your body finally collapses into the mattress, you’re on another planet and the feeling of Mingi’s arms around you are all that brings you back to earth. Cuddled up behind you, he sprinkles your shoulder with loving kisses, obsessed with the way you look even when you’re wrecked like this.

Minutes pass without a word spoken but nothing needs to be said for his admiration for you to be clear. It radiates from him, making your skin prickle.

Turning to face him, you brush sweat slicked strands away from his eyes, “You’re staring at me.”

“I like staring at you” he smiles, kissing your inner wrist, “I always have…always will.”

This is your cue to say something sweet back. Tell him how handsome he is—that in a room full of people your eyes will always find him. But the gravity of what you two have done sets in and with it comes the paralyzing fear that you’ve just made the biggest mistake of your life. When you were his best friend. You were special. Sacred in a way that made you different from all the other girls. So what are you now?

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, searching your expression for any small detail that’ll give it away.

“It’s nothing…”

Mingi frowns, knowing a liar when he sees one, “Nothing, huh?”

“Really, it’s nothing. It’s just—I don’t wanna be just like one of your little groupies, you know? I don’t want this to mean that you see me differently.”

“I see you the same way that I always have” he says, fingertips tracing your spine. “But I’d like to see you as something more, if that’s okay with you.”

The smile on your face is automatic. You can’t even begin to fight it. “Yeah, that’s okay with me.”

“Good. Not that you really had a choice. I can’t let go of a girl like you. Look at you” he growls, locking you in his arms so that you can’t get away.

He tucks his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling at you like a rabid animal. You kick your feet and giggle, hands pressed to his chest in a useless attempt to push him off.

Some things between you will never change. He’ll forever be a menace, always taking every chance he gets to mess with you, but in another sense things will never quite be the way they were before.

And, as you surrender to the relentless assault of kisses raining down on you, you can’t imagine ever wanting them to be.

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katsukilvr · 14 days ago

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drummer!katsuki notices their die hard fan, reader. ༄ quirks don’t exist in this AU, shotoxsero, minaxkirishima, jirouxdenki, reader smokes,author doesn’t smoke so not accurate, so does bakugo, swearing ༄ pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4 (the end)

music blares into your ears, the bass from the speakers so intense you feel it in your heart, your soul. this is the fifth concert you’ve been to of this band called, SPARKNITE. you took one listen on spotify and immediately fell in love with their music.

the band consisted of the lead singer, mina ashido, the second vocalist, eijirou kirishima, the guitarist, denki kaminari, the bassist, sero hanta, the keyboardist, kyoka jirou, and their drummer, katsuki bakugo.

you were introduced to their music because of your friend, shoto. he’s dating their bassist, sero, and ever since then, you guys have been front row, screaming your lungs and heart out, and dancing like nobodies watching. atleast you were, because for the past 3 concerts, shoto had been given backstage access cause of his boyfriend and he hangs out there instead of in the crowd during shows instead. he tried to get you back there too, but they didn’t know you well enough like they did todoroki, the least they could do was give you 50% discounts for tickets to their shows. you take what you can get and it’s not like your complaining.

it’s better upfront anyway. you hear the music better, see the light effects, the smoke, but more importantly, the band. the emotion in their faces, in their body language and the way they channel it into their own instrument and they all manage to make it sound harmonious. you and everyone in that crowd think it’s impressive, and that’s why your willing to empty your wallet just to go to these concerts. it wasn’t a shit ton of money, they weren’t huge, but big enough to be known amongst the rock and indie music community.

back to the present, you were singing your heart out at the barrier, going word for word with mina, laughing and having the time of your life. little did you know someone was watching you silently in the background, their drummer, katsuki bakugo.

when you first came in with shoto, sero’s quiet boyfriend, he didn’t seem to mind you or his friends partner. you both were quiet. mature. well-mannered. he liked that.

but when you showed up to their show, dressed with a bunch of jewelry adorning your neck, hands, arms, and hair, along with your over the top outfit that he thought was so pretty. he saw a different side of you that night. a beautiful fan girl, a real one. one that knew every lyric, every beat, every solo. one that’d only glance his way a couple times. one that’d flash him the brightest smile before going back to dancing.

the first time you did smile at him, he was stunned. time seemed to slow and he could only see you. his drum sticks ended up fumbling out of his hands and he scrambled to pick them up, muttering curses under his breath before getting back to the song, only staring straight ahead for the rest of the night except for..

the second time, he stared. he looked back, a slight flush on his face that you had just reduced was an effect of the real hot temperature that day. not because when you smiled at him, his heart would skip a beat. he ended up nodding at you as a hello.

the third time, it was your second time there with shoto, and adorning your t-shirt, was the bands logo.

their merch shirts were somewhat special, on the front, their logo was scribbled on the chest, and on the back, it was a printed signature of one of the band members. fans would usually wear their favorite on their back.

all night he had tried to see who was on the back of your shirt, squinting everytime you’d slightly turn. but when you smiled at him, he smiled back, his faint dimples showing as he gestured for you to turn around and show your back.

there. there it was. his signature on your back with little drumsticks next to it.

the smile on his face after was unstoppable, now that he knew he was your favorite, he didn’t have to be so nervous when you’d even turn his way.

he didn’t know why he felt nervous, flustered even, about you. he knew you were beautiful, and he assured himself that was the case.

it was safe to say that after that moment, he smiled back at you every single time you flashed your own.

tonight, their show ended extra late. you spent a little time collecting confetti from the floor to put in your phone case, a tribute to every concert you’ve been too. you were walking out, waiting for your uber to arrive as you shivered, standing on the curb next to the road as the cool midnight breeze crawled down your spine. you dug through your leather jacket, pulling out your box of cigarettes and taking one out along with a lighter as you let the cigarette dangle from your lips, lighting it before taking a long drag, slowly smiling as you put away your stuff.

you heard someone clear their throat, before a rough, deep, but unfamiliar voice spoke up.

“hey. y/n, right?” he grumbled, stepping beside you, his own cigarette dangling from his fingers, unlit.

your heart fluttered immediately, it was your favorite member of the band, and your favorite drummer of all time! in front of you! and he knew your name?!?! you pulled yourself together quickly, “yeah?” you managed to voice out, exhaling the smoke from your lung through your nose.

“hey.”

“hi.”

a beat of silence. a slightly awkward silence. you didn’t know what to say. should you stay nonchalant? should you geek out about SPARKNITE? should you fangirl about him? probably not. you decide to stick with the quiet demeanor.

“got a light?” he muttered out, glancing down at you. that’s when he realized your height difference, he was about a head taller than you. it made him smile.

you looked up at him, smiling back, before your eyes flickered back down, “oh. yeah—yeah i got one here.” you said, digging in your pockets for your lighter again when you finally grasped it. you took it out, holding it out for him when you realized his cig was now hanging from his lips. he pursed them slightly to hold it up for you as he leaned down to your level, smirking slightly.

you could’ve sworn your heart stopped, your hands suddenly sweaty and shaky. you flickered on the lighter, lighting his cigarette, staring into his eyes.

“thanks.” he murmured with a smile, straightening his back again, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “you got a ride?” he asked, turning back to face the road, tilting his head, taking out one hand to hold his smoke.

“yeah, my ubers’ getting here soon.” you nodded, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you stared at cars passing by.

“enjoyed the show?” he asked, breaking the silence. “yeah. your concerts are the best.” you giggled, nodding your head. he chuckled at that, and until that point, you didn’t know a laugh could be so attractive.

“i’m glad.” he responded with his own nod, not looking at you. “i like seeing you front row at our shows. your energy.. it’s electric.” he said, casually. you had to act casual, as if the compliment didn’t give you butterflies and make your knees weak. “thanks..—uh.. i like seeing you play.” you retorted, laughing softly.

god, he could listen to that sound forever.

“thanks.” he smiled, looking down at you. “listen—uh.. come to our next show, yeah? my treat.” he muttered, taking out his wallet and giving you a hundred and fifty bucks. more than enough for their next show, especially with that discount.

you furrowed your brows, looking up at him. “really? thank you so much.” you muttered, taking the cash, your fingers brushing lightly, a touch that gave both of you goosebumps. he nodded in response, before turning back to see him friends calling him over for a ride home.

“it’s been nice, y/n. hope to see you soon.” he said, putting out his cig with the bottom of his shoe.

“see you soon, dynamite.” you smiled, calling him by his stage name.

“katsuki.”

“what?”

“call me katsuki.”

he said before nodding, moving to walk to the rest of the band, shoto waving to you from a distance as you waved back.

soon enough, your uber arrived and you got home safe and sound, managing to freshen up and scroll on instagram before getting a notification.

dynamights.the.best started following you

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ms-demeanor · 9 months ago

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On insurance: I still live with my parents and don't know a lot yet about the sorts of things adults usually have to spend money on. I've always been skeptical of things like insurance and credit cards because it seems to me they wouldn't be selling that if they didn't expect to make money from it. I talked to my cousin a while ago about credit cards and basically came to the conclusion that they do that because they're betting on the customer getting sloppy and letting their debts stack up, and the way you beat that and get money from credit card companies is just by being careful.

I'm a little more confused about insurance though because it seems much more straightforwardly like a gamble they will simply not take if it won't pay off for them. Like, you don't go to a casino because every game they play at a casino is one they've done the math on and have determined that statistically most people will lose money on most of the time. Is insurance not kinda the same? Where they estimate the risk and then charge you an amount calculated to make sure it probably won't be worth it for you?

I know if you have a car you legally need car insurance so everyone knows you can pay for another car if you crash into someone, and I gather that here in the US at least health insurance companies have some kinda deal with hospitals so that the prices go down or something, and there's a reason I don't fully understand why not having health insurance is Really Bad. But we get to pet insurance, or like when I buy a concert ticket and it offers ticket insurance in case I can't make it to the show, and surely if they thought they were gonna lose money on that they just wouldn't sell it, right? Or they'd raise the price of it until it became worth the risk that something bad actually will happen? Wouldn't it only be worth it to buy insurance if you know something the insurance company doesn't?

So the deal is that most people don't use their insurance much, and often insurance companies will incentivize doing things that will make you use your insurance less.

So, for example, you can get a discount on car insurance if you have multiple cars because people who insure multiple cars are more likely to be responsible drivers (the ability to pay for multiple cars stands in as a representation of responsibility here). The longer you go without an accident, the lower your premiums get because that means that you are not costing your insurance company anything but you are paying into the system. The car insurance company's goal is to have the most responsible, safest drivers who never get into car accidents because they can predict (roughly) how much they're going to have to pay out to their customers and they want the number they pay out to be lower than what's paid in. So they try to discourage irresponsible drivers by raising their rates and encourage responsible drivers by giving them discounts.

Health insurance companies often do the same thing: I recently got a gift card from my health insurance company because I had a visit from a nurse who interviewed me about my overall health and made sure I had stable blood pressure and access to medications. It is literally cheaper for my insurance company to give me a $100 giftcard and hire a nurse to visit me than it is for me to go to my doctor's office a couple of times, so they try to make sure that their customers are getting preventative care and are seeing inexpensive medical professionals regularly so that they don't have to suddenly see very expensive professionals after a long time without care.

Insurance in the US has many, many, many problems and should be replaced with socialized healthcare for a huge number of reasons but right now, because it is an insurance-based system, you need to have insurance.

We're going to use Large Bastard as an example.

Large Bastard had insurance when he had his heart attack and when he needed multiple organs transplanted. He didn't *want* to be paying for insurance, because he thought he was healthy enough to get by, but I insisted. His premium is four hundred dollars a month, and his out of pocket maximum is eight thousand dollars a year. That means that every year, he pays about $5000 whether he uses his insurance or not, and if he DOES need to use the insurance, he pays the first $8k worth of care, so every year his insurance has the possibility of costing him thirteen thousand dollars.

The bill for his bypass surgery was a quarter million dollars.

The bill for his transplant was over one and a half million dollars.

His medication each month is around six hundred dollars. He needs to have multiple biopsies - which are surgeries - each year, and each one costs about twenty thousand dollars.

Without health insurance, he would very likely be dead, or we would be *even more* incapable of paying for his healthcare than we are right now. He almost ditched his insurance because he was a healthy-seeming 40-year-old and he didn't think he'd get sick. And then he proceeded to be the sickest human being I've ever known personally who did not actually die.

Health insurance costs a lot of money. It costs less money for people who are young and who are expected to be healthy. But the thing is, everybody pays into health insurance, and very, very few people end up using as much money for their medical expenses as Large Bastard did. There are a few thousand transplants in the US ever year, but there are hundreds of millions of people paying for insurance.

This ends up balancing out (sort of) so that people who pay for insurance get a much lower cost on care if they need it, hospitals get paid for the care they provide, and the insurance company makes enough money to continue to exist. Part of the reason that people don't like this scheme is because "insurance company" could feasibly be replaced by "government" and it would cost less and provide a better standard of care, but again, with things as they are now, you need to have insurance. Insurance companies are large entities that are able to negotiate down costs with the providers they work with, you are not. If you get hit by a car you may be able to get your medical bills significantly reduced through a number of means, but you're very unlikely to get your bills lower than the cost of insurance and a copay.

Because of the Affordable Care Act, which is flawed but which did a LOT of good, medical insurance companies cannot refuse to treat you because of preexisting conditions and also cannot jack up your premiums to intolerable rates - since Large Bastard got sick, he has had the standard price increases you'd expect from aging, but nothing like the gouging you might expect from an insurance company deciding you're not worth it.

Pet insurance works on the same model. Millions of people pay for the insurance, thousands of people end up needing it, a few hundred end up needing a LOT of it, and the insurance companies are able to make more money than they hand out, so they continue to exist. This is part of why it's less expensive to get pet insurance for younger animals - people who sign up puppies and kittens are likely to be paying for a very long time and are likely to provide a lot of preventative care for their animals, so they're a good bet for the insurer. Animals signed up when they are older are more likely to have health problems (and pet insurance CAN turn animals away for preexisting conditions) and are going to cost the insurance companies more, so they cost more to enroll (and animals over a certain age or with certain conditions may be denied entirely).

This weighing risk/reward is called actuarial science, and the insurance industry is built on it.

But yeah it's kind of betting. The insurance company says "I'll insure ten thousand dogs and I'm going to bet that only a hundred of them will need surgery at some point in the next year" and if they're correct, they make money and the dogs who need surgery get their surgery paid for out of the premiums from the nine thousand nine hundred dogs who didn't need surgery.

Your assessment of credit is correct: credit card companies expect that you will end up carrying a balance, and that balance will accrue interest, and the interest is how they make the money.

And it is EASY to fuck up financially as an adult. REALLY EASY. But you are still likely to need a good credit score so you will need a credit history. That means that the correct way to use a credit card is to have a card, but not carry a balance.

To do this, never buy anything on the card that you can't afford. In order to avoid needing the card for emergencies, start an emergency fund that is at least 3 months of your total pay *before* you get a credit card. That seems like a *lot* of savings to have, but from the perspective of someone who has had plenty of mess-ups, it's a lot easier to build up a $10k emergency fund than it is to pay off a $10k credit card debt.

If you don't understand how interest works on credit cards, or why a 10k savings is different than a 10k debt, here are some examples working with $10k of debt, 23% interest (an average-ish rate for people with average credit), and various payments.

With that debt and that interest, here's how much it costs and how long it would take to pay off with $200 as the monthly payment:

Fourteen years, and it would cost you about twenty four thousand dollars in interest, for a total amount paid of about thirty four thousand dollars.

To save $10k at $200 a month would take four years and two months.

Here's the same debt at $300 a month:

4.5 Years and it costs about six grand (again, just in interest - sixteen thousand dollars total). Saving ten thousand dollars at three hundred dollars a month would take just under three years.

Here's the same debt at $400 a month:

3 years, about $4000 dollars (fourteen thousand dollars total). Saving ten thousand dollars at $400 a month takes just over two years.

The thing is, with all of these models you're going to end up paying one way or another. Insurance vs out of pocket is you weighing the risk of losing a fair amount of money by signing up but not using the system, or potentially losing a catastrophic amount of money by not signing up.

For credit cards they really only work if you know you're never going to need them for an emergency, because an emergency is what you're not going to be able to pay off right away. I didn't have an emergency fund when Large Bastard had his heart attack and needed surgery, or when we moved between states suddenly, or when we moved between states suddenly AGAIN and needed to pay storage costs, or when Large Bastard needed a transplant, or when Tiny Bastard got in a fight with my MiL's dog, and the fact that I didn't have an emergency fund is still costing me a lot of money.

So, young folks out there: what's the takeaway?

Get insurance. Get the best deal possible, which usually ends up being the one you sign up for early. You may think you can let it ride without insurance, but man in the six months between when I graduate college (and lost my school insurance) and when care kicked in after 90 days at my job I got electrocuted and needed to go to the ER. If that hadn't been a worker's comp payout I would have had thousands of dollars in bills. Something could happen. You could break your leg, you could get hit by a car, you could suddenly find out that you actually have heart disease at twenty, you could develop cancer. Have insurance, you need insurance. You legally need car insurance in the US, and you financially need health insurance. If you have a pet, I think it's a good idea for them to have pet insurance.

Credit cards are not for emergencies, they are not for fun, they are not for buying things that are just ever so slightly out of your budget, they are for taking advantage of the credit card company and managing to get by in a system that demands you have a credit score. ONLY put purchases on your credit card that you already have cash for. Before you get a credit card, build up an emergency savings so that you aren't tempted to put emergency charges on your card.

If you DO end up with an interest-bearing debt, pay it off as fast as possible because letting it linger costs you a LOT of money in the long run.

Stay the fuck away from tobacco and nicotine products they are fucking terrible for you, they are fucking expensive, and they are not worth it put the vapes down put the zyns down put the cigarettes down I will begin manifesting in your house physically i swear to fuck. Knock that shit off and put the cash that you'd be spending on nicotine into a savings account.

Take care, sorry everything sucks, I promise that in some ways it actually sucks less than it did before and we're working on trying to make it suck even less but it's taking a while.

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impactedfates · 2 years ago

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Love In Different Shapes - Various HSR Girls x GN! Reader

★ Summary: Your lover loves to show that they love you, however some of their methods to do so, aren't something you'd expect - i.e HSR Girls and their love languages (but it's not your typical love language)

☆ Characters Included (Separate): Jingliu, Topaz, Serval, Qingque, Asta, Tingyun, Kafka

★ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Crack (?)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Just had random thoughts about HSR characters love language and decided to write about what theirs is in my opinion - just not your typical ones. // Not proof read - we die like Himeko // There's a HSR Boy version as well! Right here.

Y'know those cats who come to your doorstep and drop a dead bird in front of your door? That's her...but it's an actual person.

As Jingliu is well...dead herself (I think) and I believe currently in the Shackling Prison which probably means very small times where she can see you if she can convince Jing Yuan, the fastest gift she can give you...is well...y e a h.

If you do ask her to stop, she will...not getting rid of people, just bringing you the bleeding results. She'd probably steal something from them as I doubt many people would want business from a criminal/dead person.

She writes notes and gives you gifts...but she gets Numby to send them to you.

It's not that Topaz is shy about giving you gifts, she's more then happy to give you a kiss on the lips if she wants too, but for some reason. To her, if Numby is the one giving the gifts and letters from her to you. She thinks it's more affectionate.

You don't know why, neither does Numby. But you both find it cute, even so. Getting the little daily visits from number with a letter in it's mouth and the page having a small bite mark from where Numby was nomming on, it's sweet of her. As much as this was of showing affection is strange to you.

Serval.

WARNING, DO NOT DATE SERVAL IF YOU RATHER BE UNKNOWN/j

But honestly. Serval gives the vibe to call you up on stage during one of her songs, you have an automatic V.I.P ticket and there's a seat/area dedicated to you, that you are the only one allowed in.

She writes love songs with you in it as well and will announce it during her concerts.

Serval: "THIS ONE GOES TO MY PERFECT, AMAZING AND CARING PARTNER. MY WORLD, MY LIGHT, MY EVERYTHING NI-"

Someone in the crowd: "GET ON WITH IT"

(Dw, she won't do this if you're uncomfortable...she'll still write songs about you though)

Lazing with you. Qingque shows her love by being lazy around you. Y'know how some animals show that they trust you be like being more near you? (Or something like that)

That's her, having a boss(?) like Fu Xuan who scolds her for slacking and others also doing the some. Her lazing around you is her way of showing she trusts you. It doesn't even matter if you'll tattle. She will laze around you or even WITH you.

Asta loves giving you gifts!...Like an entire planet-

Her love language is gift giving, but none of her gifts are small. There big in terms of how much it costs her, but it probably won't even make a DENT in her income. Avoid saying what you want, because she will buy it for you, even if it means buying thousands upon thousands.

You may need a special room to put all the gifts she buys you...which she also bought...

Point is, her love language is gift giving...extreme version.

Ever sob when you find out you don't have enough money for something? Tingyuns got you covered! Every single thing that you need shall be handed to you on a silver platter...in terms of coupons and discounts-

She probably has thousands of coupons saved up that she'll give you, and you always get discounts from her store for just being her lover. Every anniversary she gets you a gift you really want, she's sweet like that...but expect a book full of coupons from shops you frequent.

Coat.

Anyways, Kafka loves buying and getting coats as we know. And we also know she buys you a bunch of coats and styles you in all of them. (Separately, don't worry)

She can come home from a mission and have 3 bags full of coats for you to try on.

YOU can come back from a mission and she'll still have bags full of coats.

Your closet is so full of the article of clothing she oh so loves to buy all because she thinks it'll look cute on you...she probably lets you wear some of hers as well if you get far enough in the relationship.

Hehehe. I spent a good bit rambling with my friend about certain HSR characters "unusual" love language and decided to write one! It's not proof read as most of the time, my rambles aren't proof read. But as always, if I messed some spelling or grammar up. Inform me and I'll fix it :D

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glendasguidance-inactive · 5 months ago

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Life Purpose Reading ✯

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A tarot reading for those feeling stuck in life. In this reading, I shuffle the cards and look for the Death card, and read what comes before and after it.

spread: idk who made it, it's from a screenshot I found on Pinterest // deck: Rider Waite

Pile 1 → Pile 2 → Pile 3

Inhale, exhale 3x, pick

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Pile 1 💀

Is the transformation you need going to be from your external life or internal life?:

Death - The transformation that will get you out of feeling stuck in life will be from your outer life. The astrological houses that represent our inner lives are 7.) committed partnerships (marriage, business) 8.) other people's resources, estates, mental health, death 9.) education, religion, travel, spirituality, publishing, philosophy 10.) career, public roles 11.) community and friends 12.) loss, sorrows, enemies (especially hidden enemies). Transformation is uncomfortable of course, but it brings great relief and blessings. Surrender to the process.

What do you need to leave behind and let die?:

Ace of Pentacles reversed - You've been penny pinching everything and not giving yourself things you want because you believe you cannot have them, or that you have to be of a certain income bracket to access them. And yes, times are tough, but look at your finances. Do you actually not have enough, or do you simply tell yourself you don't? There are plenty of way to get things for free or extremely cheap - it's not an excuse to live miserly. You're so focused on lacking that you aren't seeing or looking for more obvious solutions.

What do you need to focus on in your "after" life?:

9 of Pentacles - You've found out the way to enjoy life without breaking the bank. You're relaxing, enjoying what you've made and have, you feel so grateful and are enjoying this independence. You've found resources like Buy Nothing groups, organizations that give rewards like cheap concert tickets, discounted club nights, and other things I haven't heard of. There are more ways to enjoy going out and having fun than how we see people into flex culture do. You don't need to be iced out to have a good time, or access the good stuff. You're learning that abundance isn't only about money, it's about all the ways we can access what we want.

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Pile 2 💀

Is the transformation you need going to be from your outer life or inner life?:

Death reversed - The transformation that will get you out of feeling stuck in life will be from your inner life. The astrological houses that represent our inner lives are 1.) the self 2.) personal finance, values, self worth 3.) communication, daily rituals, siblings, extended family 4.) home, caregivers, parents 5.) children, creativity, romance, pleasure 6.) health, pets, chores. Transformation is uncomfortable of course, but it brings great relief and blessings. Surrender to the process.

What do you need to leave behind and let die?:

10 of wands - You are putting wayyyyy too much energy into something you're not even getting help with! This is a burden that only you are carrying. Whether this obligation was put on your shoulders by someone else or you, you need to put it down now. It's not serving or helping you. It's like you're using this as an excuse to run away from what you need to do / what would be good for you / what you're feeling called to do from your heart. This has given you great skills and honed your talents, take your time and energy elsewhere.

What do you need to focus on in your "after" life?:

Aces of Pentacles - It seems like you're going to be putting your time and energy into budgeting and improving the health of your personal finances. You're looking at your vision board, reflecting on your dreams, and doing the math on how much you need to save in order to do what you want to do! You're looking at your 3-6 months average expenses and planning how to reach your emergency fund goal! Fuck yes to all of this!! If you're just getting started, here is someone who is a great resource to learn from (you don't have to do her method, but she's a fantastic teacher). For others, I also see you starting to garden to grow your own food (these grocery store prices are a crime), stocking up on canned goods, learning how to coupon, and setting up go-bags for natural disasters and other emergencies.

♥︎ much love - Glenda ♥︎

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Pile 3 💀

Is the transformation you need going to be from your external life or internal life?:

What do you need to leave behind and let die?:

King of Swords - You're ending a relationship with someone who is pretty much emotionless, dry, highly intelligent, clever but isn't very humorous (rarely laughs, if you've ever heard it), logical, blunt, doesn't mince words (they aren't cruel, they just aren't nice or friendly). I think this person has been and still is focused on their own goals and their own life more than their relationship with you. Basically what could you do for them? Not necessarily selfish and entitled to your time, but they only care or think about what you two work on together in this goal, they don't think about you / wonder about your personal life. They will also understand and think it's fair for you to end the relationship (working relationship, academic group, platonic, maybe? romantic), provided you give clear communication as to why and are fair towards them too. I don't believe they'll hold ill will towards you, they just won't keep in touch because they have to focus on their goals and projects.

What do you need to focus on in your "after" life?:

6 of Swords reversed - I sense that whatever you're going to focus on is stressful, and the term "troubled waters" heavily applies here. But I have Bridge Over Troubled Water stuck in my head. I think you're going to be helping people in crisis. Maybe this is in the middle of conflict or disaster, but I feel like most of you will being working on / building systems to rebuild safety and stability. I think this has been a dream of yours for a while - you aren't "too old". To quote Simon and Garfunkel: Sail on, silver girl, sail on by. Your time has come to shine, all your dreams are on their way. I think this work will be with refugees from your homeland, helping the safe passage of refugees, returning to your home / homeland, and you will be covering this as a journalist or social media creator.

♥︎ much love - Glenda ♥︎

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hibiscuslovecandles · 11 days ago

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Meet Jasper "Juniper" Salim!

He is the former best friend of Josh Levy that works at a Blockboster in the year of our lord 2003 who can be commonly found in the school computer lab!

vv More info about him down below vv

Juniper is 17 years old

She'd be voiced by Olivia d'Abo

Is not apart of the Eltingville Club

"Granpa loved white women."

Posts shirtless selfies on MySpace

Smoked dirt weed out of a can once

Owns Tony Hawk on the PS1

"Old Green Day is better."

Refuses to acknowledge pop punk as a genre

Owns Playboy magazines

Works at Blockbuster

Does not give his friends discounts

Watches Jackass religiously

Taco bell enjoyer.

Listens to American Rejects, Nirvana, and Linkin Park

Always has a Big Gulp cup form some reason????

Will quiz you on a band if she sees you wearing a band t

"Hey, I noticed you moved me down on your top eight."

Straight women want him, straight men want her dead

Will call you a slur if you call him a lesbian or trans(she doesn't realize she's a guy yet)

Actually knows music theory and will tell you why your favorite band sucks.

Hates The Beatles.

Secretly enjoys trashy pop music

Uses that shitty Splash red hair dye

Juniper -> Bill: Instead of just accepting that Josh is just like this she blames Bill for Josh's behavior, her logic being that if Josh never met Bill he wouldn't be such a freak.

Bill -> Juniper: No strong thoughts or feelings about Juniper, just some girl in his math and gym class that he's 99% sure is a lesbian.

Juniper -> Pete: The two of them have little to nothing I'm common besides alot of the artists the both of them listen to! Whenever Juniper hears that one of the artists are having a concert she'll ask Pete if he wants to go with her.

Pete -> Juniper: Doesn't really understand her whole music talk and she doesn't really get his horror talk but the two of them connect through musicians! Pete kind of uses her for free concert tickets but he does actually enjoy going to concerts with her.

Juniper -> Josh: The two of them were childhood best friends but shit went south when he started getting more and more deep into nerd culture. She doesn't really know Jim like she used to but there is a fondness she feels towards him because of all the nice memories she had with him when they were young. Still she does punch him whenever she's reminded that he's changed and not for the best. It breaks her nostalgia.

Josh -> Juniper: He hasn't told his parnets that him and Juniper fell out during seventh grade, and he's really hesitant to tell his parents, so whenever they ask "Hey how's Juniper doing?" He'll tell them she's fine and brush it off even though they haven't spoken in a while. He enjoys laughing with Juniper about their childhood, but that's all they really talk about together, the past, because they'll just bicker and start throwing punches of they speak of the present versions of them.

Juniper -> Ironjaw: Sometimes Ironjaw will walk into the Blockbuster she works at and the the two of them will have a fun conversation but that's about it.

Ironjaw -> Juniper: They both enjoy 7/11 drinks and they talk about that sometimes but that's as far as their relationship goes.

Juniper -> Jane: Doesn't actively invite Jane to concerts because she doesn't really want to go with a seventh grader but whenever Jane asks Juniper if she wants to head to see a musician they both enjoy eachother company while at the concert together. Juniper only really like Jane's jewelry, the rest of Jane's aesthetic weirds her out.

Jane -> Juniper: Has invited Juniper to join her girl gang before and Juniper declined. The two of them do hang out to together outside Jane's gang and outside of concerts, just chilling in Jane's room while listening to music.

Juniper -> Jerry: Gets second hand embarrassment from Jerry and actively avoids eye contact with him. Juniper doesn't really like him, he's just odd to her and she doesn't get why she just feels the urge to walk away whenever they are put together for a project in History...Thinks he's gonna shoot up the school.

Jerry -> Juniper: Thinks SHE'S the socially awkward one but doesn't particularly mind. Finds her sense of style neat and has complimented her on it to which she let's out a sigh of relief to know the quiet kid likes her enough to maybe spare her...He doesn't realize until years later she dihedn't like him that much.

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generational-atrophy · 2 years ago

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hetalia axis & allies (+ canada) xmas headcanons

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: uhhh christmas obviously. mention of religion and underwear?? uh... i think that's it

a/n: this is my first christmas as a jewish convert so that's been weird. anyway I just wanted something quick, so its mostly a list of gift ideas (:

America

Alfred is SUCH a huge Christmas fan. I mean, canonically he dresses up as Santa, so he goes all out for the entire month of December. He's been working on a huge holiday home display for decades, and it shows.

He plays Santa at his local mall during the weeks leading up to Christmas; and on the night of, he hands out hot cocoa outside his house. It's fun, but it also means he's a little distracted when it comes to you.

What he would get you: Posters of your favourite movies, super comfy pyjamas, expensive figures of characters you like, candy you like but never get for yourself, model planes or Legos for you two to build together, novelty pens, a stupid cowboy costume so you can match <3, those handmade coupons because he 1. Loves you and 2. Forgot about Christmas until yesterday

What he would want: Any video games, Funko Pops, vinyls of music he likes, those big packs of shirts (he is constantly running out of shirts because he rips or irreparably stains them,) Marvel comics, anything with an eagle on it, those mini wacky waving inflatable tube men things, bulk pens and pencils because he also breaks those constantly-

England

Arthur is not big into Christmas and never has been. He'll celebrate with you, but he's not going out when it comes to any aspect. If anything, he finds it a little exhausting getting gifts for everyone

But, he does adore walking around and looking at all the lights. He'll do that a couple times with you in December.

What he would get you: Any novel you’ve mentioned even once, tickets to a concert both of you will enjoy, classy jackets that fit you perfectly, cute keychains, fancy art supplies, fragrances that remind him of you, bags/purses that fit your style, CDs

What he would want: Sewing supplies (thread, new needles, new fabric scissors,) framed photos of the two of you, Doctor Who merch, foreign tea, a book on how to take care of your eyebrows properly (he will not learn otherwise,) slippers, those sarcastic magnets that all millennial women have at least one of, any ridiculous piece of merch with the union jack on it

France

Francis has very mixed feelings about Christmas. On one hand, he hates how consumerist it has become, but on the other hand, nothing makes him happier than seeing the joy the season brings to others.

Plus, he does enjoy giving and receiving presents. The music too? Wonderful. As long as you don't get too stressed out, the holiday should be perfect.

What he would get you: Tons of clothes; stuff that's already your style, and completely new stuff, room decorations (NOT posters,) a reservation at a nice restaurant, bracelets that he made for you, makeup (if you like that kind of thing,) candles that smell like his cologne, CHEESE

What he would want: Fancy fabric, any clothes (he doesn’t care what they are as long as you think they’d look good on him…) paintings or photography, literally ANYTHING creative you’ve made, hair ties (he loses at least 5 a day,) bird stuffed animals, (Basically anything! Francis is not picky)

China

Christmas is a new occurrence for Yao, and he isn't the biggest fan. He'll buy you stuff for it, but he would do that normally. The lights and the music aren't anything special to him either. Basically, he won't celebrate unless you want to.

What he would get you: Elaborate, very expensive jewellery, huge stuff like a car, Chinese cookbooks, traditional clothes that he made specifically to represent you (: luxury handbags (that he got at SUCH a good discount,) tons of weird off-brand merch of your favourite show, probably a nice meal too!

What he would want: Yao is hard to buy for. Soft robes, stuff to help with back pain, face masks, Hello Kitty keychains… reading glasses maybe?

Russia

Although he isn't as excited about Christmas as he is about the New Year, he still loves the holiday. It's a nice excuse to see family, and everyone is just so happy around the season! He's especially excited to celebrate it with you.

He's not the best at giving gifts, but he could be worse. Regardless of whether you like all of it, you're gonna get a lot of stuff.

(Also, he plays Santa for the kids sometimes. It's so cute-)

What he would get you: Random knick-knacks he probably found at a local market, knitted hats and gloves in your favourite colour, a scarf to match his, tickets to go somewhere warm on vacation, stuffed animals! books that made him think of you (usually philosophical or religious novels,) pretty rocks (:

What he would want: SUNFLOWERS! (This works for every occasion,) baked goods, clothes that aren’t 250 years old- new doilies and paintings to decorate his house, pictures of yourself, friendship bracelets, stuffed animals, if you can make a scarf somehow, DO THAT

North Italy

Feliciano cares about Christmas in a more religious way, but he's never mad about getting presents. So, he'll probably spend most of the day in church, but he still did put a lot of effort into getting you stuff you love.

What he would get you: Pajamas & bath robes, shitty romance novels that he wants you to read, weird hand-made knick-knacks, makeup, strange mugs that he found at a thrift store, a painting of you (: probably a pair of his boxers-

What he would want: New paint brushes, novelty pasta shapes, fancy jackets, any art that you’ve made (regardless of quality,) cat stuffed animals, The Ability To Get A Grip, skincare products, shiny garbage (For art purposes, duh,) those handmade coupon things

Germany

Ludwig does not enjoy Christmas particularly. He's terrible at giving gifts but he wants to so desperately that he spends all of winter stressing out about it. Yes, he's excited to see your reaction to his gifts, but at what cost?!

Although he does still like all the decorations at least. Maybe he just likes re-decorating though.

What he would get you: Puzzles you can complete together, soft sweaters, practical stuff you need (like book bags, lens cloths, that kind of thing,) stationery, reservations for private tours at museums you would find interesting, a subscription to whatever silly service you want (:

What he would want: Books about city planning, nerdy card games, a fun lanyard, a new coffee machine, those aroma-therapy diffuser things, household tools like vacuums and stuff (Get him an air fryer. He’s going to be fascinated.) stress balls, pens (He is boring.)

Japan

Kiku really has no particular feelings towards Christmas. If you weren't there, the most he would do was put up a mini tree. He's stressed out by both giving and receiving presents and is only willing to do that kind of thing if you want to.

What he would get you: Electronics, merch of your favourite Sanrio character, books that he thinks you’ll like, stickers, a bento box, comfy sweatpants, cute hairpins, plushies from your favourite media, a bunch of pillows, some obscure Japanese snacks too!

What he would want: Miku figures, posters, video games, manga, general nerdy stuff, history novels (he likes to correct them,) blackout curtains, cute face masks, a Polaroid camera, a guide on socialization (Seriously.) a knit scarf, if you can knit (:

South Italy

Romano desperately wants to care about Jesus more than getting gifts. He's a devout catholic, g*ddamnit! But... he does just really love eating baked goods and getting gifts more than anything. Getting together with family, the music, the lights, he just ADORES the holiday.

What he would get you: Blankets and pillows, your favourite snacks, clothes that are a little more revealing- cruise tickets (if going on wouldn’t be hell for you,) a journal where he wrote down all of the things he loves about you (completely honestly,) religious items, fancy perfumes

What he would want: Paintings from local artists, post-its (so he can finally remember SOMETHING,) anything with the Italian flag on it, stupid bumper stickers, pictures of the other nations that you’ve written insults on, fancy patterned scarves and fabric

Prussia

Like Alfred, Gilbert loves Christmas in a very childish way. He embraces that side of himself during the holidays and he'd love it if you joined him in that. He constantly insists on going out to see the lights, and he just can't get enough of Christmas movies. Even the bad ones (He's a Hallmark girlie.)

What he would get you: A vintage music box, hair dye, DVDs of your favourite movies (just to have,) stationery, random snacks he picked up from a gas station an hour ago, weirdly sentimental jewellery? Vintage journals, pictures of himself

What he would want: Coupons (???) goofy temporary tattoos, metal CDs, tea (he’s weirdly embarrassed about liking tea and doesn’t buy it for himself?) vintage maps that he can frame and hang up, probably like, WD40? DC comics, novelty trophies, Pokemon cards, video games

Canada

More than anything, Matthew loves winter. So, therefore, he loves Christmas! Seeing you smile when you open your gifts, he looks forward to it all season. It seems like the only time of year when everyone else is either as miserable or as happy as he is, so it's his favourite holiday.

Cuddling up in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa, watching some old Christmas movie, its all he wants.

What he would get you: Comfy hoodies, comfy slippers too, hot cocoa packs, big stuff like a new PC or fridge or smth- decorations for your room, face masks, fidget toys, novelty Canadian keychains, figures of your favourite characters, festive sweets (like candy-canes and stuff.)

What he would want: Anything with a maple leaf (yes, he wants MORE of that,) boring stuff like socks, wood-working tools or like a new snow shovel, fairy lights, DVDs (because he still uses them? Why.) a new phone case, gift cards (HES BORING,) pre-packaged crafts, lotion and cologne that smells like pine

merry christmas if you celebrate! this'll probably be the last full thing I post until 2024, so thanks to all you readers for sticking around this year (: you have no idea how much it means to me. i love yall. and to all a good night or whatever santa said

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fitzrove · 3 months ago

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Elisabeth ticket price rant

The Theater des Westens has 1001 seats (without counting the I. and II. Rang, which seem to only be sold for special occasions like the preview/premiere, Friday nights and weekend matinees). Taking the example of a few Elisabeth performances this week, there are an insane number of empty seats, despite the producers recently putting a hefty 20% discount on all tickets...

March 20 (today): 343 = 34.2% empty seats

March 22, evening (Saturday): 279 = 27.9%

March 23, evening (Sunday): 414 = 41,4%

I don't believe 100+ people will decide to spontaneously get tickets on the day of, let alone three or four hundred. So this is looking pretty bad 😭 Why couldn't they have dropped the prices from the get-go, perhaps by 30 or 40 percent?! Or are they banking on the fact that there is a small minority of people willing to pay the extortionate prices they charge, and counting on those people to carry the enterprise?

The fact is that Berlin has more than 150 theatres, and as evening entertainment, they have to compete with museums, galleries, blockbuster and niche specialist cinemas, one-off cultural events (some of which are free), sports, nightclubs, jazz bars and concerts (everything from tiny to stadium-level). So for something to sell out, both the price and the experience have to be top-notch.

I think Elisabeth celebrated Schönbrunn edition suffers from the fact that it's not a well-thought out piece of art, and people who know it's not will be turned off and not come (plus those people probably don't have enough money anyway). And as family entertainment, the target audience is perhaps too small and the ticket prices too hefty (children's theatre and opera/ballet are insanely cheap and readily available in Berlin - if you're a parent and want to buy three to five tickets, it's a lot more appealing to spend 150 than 450 euros on them).

I guess they're just keeping prices consistent city to city and might even have been expecting this. Apparently the show was often pretty much sold out when it was in Oberhausen (which isn't known for its vibrant cultural scene otherwise - explains things). But it still sucks 😭 i want cheap tickets and y'all don't deserve this much money for a show where the ensemble is wearing black pants and a dress shirt for a lot of the scenes

#musicals #theatre

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eight-cats-in-a-box · 1 year ago

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hi, can you, please, write about a (female) reader, who performs as a singer, and Megatron (secretly) attends her concerts and has romantic feelings for her?

Ooh! This is super cute, absolutely!

TFA Megatron x Singer/Performer! Reader

I tried to make it femme but it came out mostly gn I'm sorry 😔

Megatron watched from the shadows in the concert hall as you performed. Times like these, he was glad Shockwave had perfected the holoform technology.

He had been there for one of your very first shows, your sweet, saccharine voice casting a spell on him from the very first notes. He'd shown up at every single show after that, even taking the time to actually purchase a ticket for each one. Even though he could simply materialise the holoform inside the concert hall, it would attract too much attention.

That, and he wanted to support you.

You knew him now- not by name, of course- but you knew to look towards middle left and he would be there. You always looked so excited when you managed to catch sight of him. It was a lovely sight to see, your bright eyes shining ever-brighter with the excitement.

The few times he had managed to snag your attention after your show to have a brief conversation, he had found you witty, charming, and with a sharp, wisecracking humour quite similar to his own. You were even more gorgeous up close, the way your hair framed your face haunting his dreams even now, megacycles later.

You were performing something new tonight, something a bit slower than your usual. It had a nice tune to it, and Megatron already knew that he'd be humming it under his vents for decacycles to come. The program called it "Your Songbird", which he found rather cute. He couldn't be certain that it was from his nickname for you, but a mech can dream.

His songbird. Oh, what he'd give to call you his. The temptation to snatch you away was strong, but he wanted to see you happy more than he wanted to call you his. And you couldn't be happy, caged away in the Decepticon lair. Megatron knew that much.

He would woo you properly, court you, and perhaps eventually, he would show you his truest form.

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You spotted him, half-hidden by the shadows of the concert hall, and the happiness that bubbled up in your chest followed. He had been there at...oh, your third show? Yes, that was it. He had seemed so enraptured that evening, and it seemed he wanted to hear more.

He's shown up at nearly every one of your performances since, and every time he's sat in almost the exact same place- middle row, slightly to your left. It helped you find him, and you suspected that's why he did it.

He always insisted on paying the highest price possible for a ticket as well, which seemed odd to you- normally people would harass you for discounts, not jacked up prices. But he always insisted.

You had talked after your shows a few times, and he seemed to be a true gentleman. Smart, alluringly so, and with a sharp wit that was a perfect match to your own. It helped that he was hot as hell, with longish silver hair and a dark beard that framed a weathered, handsome face. You'd never caught his name- you could've seen from the ticket sales, but that felt like cheating.

You were performing something you had written for him tonight, something that you'd named after the nickname he'd given you. "Your Songbird", and his you were indeed- if not in reality, then certainly in spirit.

You would try to talk to him after the show, see if he got the message. You hoped he did.

You didn't even know his first name, but you hoped you'd take his last eventually.

Masterlist

#leo writes #leo answers #super proud of this one :)#tfa megatron x reader #tfa megatron #transformers animated #transformers animated megatron x reader #megatron x reader #megatron

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seven-seals-of-savitsky · 1 month ago

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Seven Seals of Savitsky. Pheniamin and his fairly oddparent Sky

Pages worked on by @chiisanaka

Translation into English: @chiisanaka

And Boosty has a frame-by-frame 👀 (and a 20% discount until June 1)

A mini-comic based on the sketch from Writober 2023 "Oddparent", which you can read below.

DISCLAIMER: This mini-comic is an official side project set in the universe of Seven Seals of Savitsky and its predecessor Butterfly Line. The visual style is a homage to The Fairly OddParents (© Butch Hartman / Nickelodeon).

This is an unofficial fan tribute in terms of style only.

Patron OddParent. (16.10.2023)

ᅠAuthor: @chiisanaka

ᅠTranslate: @chiisanaka

ᅠPheniamin Savitsky dreamed of having a fairly oddparent from an early age.

ᅠLike in one cartoon. Timmy Turner, the main character of that cartoon, had Cosmo and Wanda, his fairly oddparents who fulfilled his any- ... Well, or almost any wishes.

ᅠPheniamin wanted that too.

ᅠHe also wanted any of his whims to be fulfilled with just a wave of a magic wand.

ᅠOne night before going to bed, a fifth-grader was dreaming, as usual. He said to himself: «I want to have my own fairly oddparent,» and fell asleep.

ᅠSuddenly, the boy heard someone start waking him up. Someone's gentle, tender voice.

ᅠReally...?

ᅠ«I'm your new fairly oddparent, Pheniamin!» — said the little fairy with blue hair and blue eyes, who looked very much like his older sister Alice. The boy was surprised.

ᅠ«Alice...? So you're really a fairy? — asked Pheniamin, surprised. — And why do you have blue hair?»

ᅠ«Actually, my name is Sky, — said the fairy, — and I'm here to make your wishes come true!»

ᅠHearing this, the boy could not utter a word — he just sat on the bed, looked at the fairy Sky and smiled silently. He really did not expect to see a real fairy in front of him, and one that looked like his sister.

ᅠHas his greatest dream finally come true...?

ᅠ«Well, why are you silent? — asked Skyzie, laughing cheerfully. — I understand that you have never seen the fairly oddparents in real life before, but I don’t want to be left without wishes either. After all, I’m still just a beginner; I don’t want the first pancake to turn out so lumpy.»

ᅠ«Oh, sorry-, — Savitsky answered and thought for a moment. — Hmm... My older sister, Sasha, suffers from problems with excess weight. I wish that she would lose weight and feel better.»

ᅠ«Fulfilled!»

ᅠAt that very moment, Alexandra runs into the room. Frightened, Sky immediately turned into a blue-furred cat and hid under the bed.

ᅠSophia was unrecognizable. Or rather, she could be recognized — her clothes and hair remained the same, but she looked much slimmer than usual — even, it seemed, she had grown in height.

ᅠAmazing magic, of course.

ᅠ«Phenny, you won’t believe it! — the seventh-grader said joyfully, hugging her younger brother tightly. — I finally feel much better! I wonder what happened to me...? But no matter, now I’ll become the greatest journalist, and no one will laugh at me!»

ᅠWith these words, the blonde also cheerfully left the room, closing the door behind her. The blue-haired fairy appeared in front of the boy again.

ᅠ«Thank you, Sky!» — said Phenny, smiling sincerely at the sorceress.

ᅠ«You can make another wish, — Sky answered the boy. — Don't be shy!»

ᅠ«I wish... I wish that Rodion would get to the concert of the group "POLMATERI", — said Savitsky, still smiling. — And that he could take me with him too.»

ᅠ«Granted!»

ᅠNot a second passes before a happy Rodion runs into the room — the oddparent has no choice but to turn into a cat again.

ᅠ«Bro, good news! — the redhead began, taking something out of his backpack with badges. — I was able to get a couple of tickets to the "POLMATERI" concert, and, in general- Would you like to go with me?»

ᅠ«Sure!»

ᅠSuddenly, the tenth-grader immediately took his brother by the hand, and — Pheniamin himself did not remember how he suddenly found himself at this very concert. But it was a lot of fun — and then the fifth-grader found himself home again.

ᅠThe boy saw a not very pleasant picture: Victor — his older brother — was hungover. He had probably been drinking.

ᅠIt seems that he cannot do without the fairly oddparent Sky.

ᅠ«It looks terrible, — said Sky, appearing like a cat on the boy's shoulder. — Don't you want to make a wish?»

ᅠ«I... I wish that Victor never drinks alcohol again, — the child said in a slightly upset voice. — Because of him, he feels bad.»

ᅠ«Granted!»

ᅠAs soon as Skyzie said this, Victor, suddenly coming to life, got out of bed. He clearly looked much more sober than a second ago.

ᅠSeeing the suddenly sobered dyed brunette, Pheniamin immediately ran to hug him tightly.

ᅠ«Victor! — the boy shouted joyfully, throwing himself at his older brother with hugs. — How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?»

ᅠ«Much better, brother, — the student answered in a calm but happier voice and also hugged his brother. — I will never, ever drink again. I don’t know, really, what suddenly influenced me so, but my decision on this matter is final.

ᅠThank you, Phenny.»

ᅠ...The next morning the boy woke up and- ... He realized that he had only dreamed it all. However, who knows — maybe someday he will meet his fairly oddparent from his dream again.

ᅠIn the meantime, he will create magic himself. The way he knows how.

ᅠAfter all, the most important thing for Pheniamin is that those he loves feel happy as often as possible.

#artists on tumblr #seven seals of savitsky #comics #webcomics #pheniamin savitsky #butterfly line #fairly oddparents #crossover

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random-fun-polls · 7 months ago

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you come off as a ungrateful in your tags on your recent poll. having parents who take you to concerts is a privilege.

well. we lived on a single income for most of my childhood so my parents would loiter around the parking lots of the shows they wanted to go to until someone gave them free tickets (pretty common at grateful dead/phish/etc shows). and a lot of them were festivals that had free or discounted admission for kids. not that i should have to explain that to you

and i'm not ungrateful at all that they had bought me tickets to weird al it was just weird because both times they were my birthday present and i had never expressed much of an interest in weird al or asked for them so it was just like. oh ok i guess i'm seeing weird al for my birthday lol

anyway literally who cares i was like 11 years old

#the other bands that i listed were almost all purchased by me other than the queen reenactment band and marina (i was 12 and 15)#and PTV because my friend bought me tickets (i paid for the hotel + gas)#but like whatever who cares. suck me bro #not a poll #answered #discourse

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heqvenlymoons · 1 year ago

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The Chronicles of Links & Connections [2]

I'm going to start a tag list for this fic! Comment if you want to be tagged when I post future chapters here onto Tumblr <3

Not a fan of the formatting here on Tumblr, it messed with the article and I'm not going to find a way to fix it 😭 I also can't figure out how to underline so~

Ch 1 | The Chronicles of Links & Connections Masterlist | AO3

Chapter 2: Clara Nightingale

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From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: 28 March 2023, 9:32 A.M. Subject: Thank You

Marinette,

Thank you so much for the dress! It’s beautiful and fits my album theme super well. As a thank you, I’ve sent over tickets for my concert happening on the 10th of April, they should be arriving in your mailbox in the next few days. There should be enough for your entire class to attend, as well as a few backstage passes for yourself and your trusted friends!

Xoxo, Clara

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: 30 March 2023, 10:02 A.M. Subject: RE: Thank You

Clara,

Thank you so much for the tickets and backstages to your concert, I’ve just received them! You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it all the same! I’ll be sure to attend your concert along with the rest of my class.

Love, Marinette

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: 30 March 2023, 4:47 P.M. Subject: RE: Thank You

Marinette,

It’s no problem! It’s the least I could do after all your hard work on the dress. You kept insisting on giving me a discount even after I refused. I can only pay you back in another way. You deserve it!

Xoxo, Clara

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April 10th, 2023— Collège Françoise Dupont, Paris, France.

Marinette stumbled into the class just as the bell rang, her classmates giving her exasperated looks, used to her tardiness. She gave a tight smile before heading to the back where her seat was beside Felix, who looked up from his book to give her a look.

“You live across the school. It is a wonder how you still arrive late to class every day,” he said, looking amused at her antics.

She huffed, crossing her arms as she protested, “I don’t arrive late every day! It was my alarm! I turned my phone off yesterday and forgot to turn it back on before I went to sleep. My mom had to come and wake me up.”

It wasn’t entirely the truth, Tikki had woke her up. There had been an Akuma in the middle of the night, she had to sneak out to deal with it as Ladybug and didn’t get any sleep until five. When her alarm rang, she had been too sleepy to get up.

Felix tsked. “Today your alarm did not wake you up. What of yesterday? Or the day before? And the day before that?”

“Alright, alright. I get your point.” She grumbled, yawning as she closed her eyes and laid her head on their shared desk.

She heard him sigh, and then he turned his attention back to his book, leaving her to catch up on the few minutes of sleep before class started. The familiar voice of Lila Rossi had Marinette muttering curses under her breath.

“I’m really sorry for not attending our girl’s sleepover yesterday! There was a last-minute change of plans, Clara Night— Clara texted me about wanting to go shopping together and I just couldn’t refuse, it’s been a long time since our last hangout,” Lila said as she entered the class, making her way to Alya but still speaking loudly for the rest of the class to hear.

Marinette sighed, muttering to Felix, “Here we go again.”

He shook his head, scoffing. “She does this every day. How your classmates have not got tired of Miss Rossi’s voice is beyond me.”

The class raised to the bait, and in an instant, gathered around Lila in anticipation.

Kim let out a gasp. “Clara Night? You mean Clara Nightingale? You’re close friends with Clara Nightingale? That’s so cool!”

“Girl! You didn’t tell us you were besties with Clara Nightingale,” Alya said wide-eyed, bumping her shoulders with Lila’s. “And it’s alright, I get you. She must be busy a lot and it’s good that she still found the time to hang out with you.”

Lila gave a bashful shrug, smiling at them. “You’re my bestie, Alya. Clara and I are close, but not as close as me and the rest of you guys.”

Rose let out a squeal, hugging her. “That’s so sweet, Lila!”

Marinette and Felix exchanged exasperated glances as Ms. Bustier arrived just as the bell rang, signalling the start of class.

“Class, I have great news. Someone in the class dropped off tickets to the Clara Nightingale concert happening tonight—” Ms. Bustier had started to say when the class broke into excited chatters.

“How much do you want to bet that Lila claims to be the one to drop off the tickets?” Marinette muttered, glaring at the girl in question.

Felix shook his head. “Not taking the bet. Why fight a losing battle?”

“Who could’ve sent the tickets to our class?” Sabrina asked, looking happy as she looked around the class, trying to figure out the mystery.

Kim rolled his eyes. “Who cares? We have the tickets and we’re going to the concert— ow!”

Alix had smacked him on the back of his head. “You gotta learn how to show your gratitude, man!”

“Yeah dude, not cool,” Nino said, looking at Kim with disapproval as Kim looked chastened.

“Wow, whoever it is, it was nice of them to give the tickets to the class. It’s going to be my second concert after Jagged Stone!” Adrien said, his eyes shining with excitement as they flickered to the back of the class where Marinette was sitting.

His bright smile dimmed as he saw her and Felix speaking in whispers to each other, envying their closeness.

Lila, unhappy with the lack of attention she was getting, coughed. When everyone turned to her, she spoke in a shy voice, “I was actually the one who dropped off the tickets to Ms. Bustier.”

Ms. Bustier blinked. She looked over to Marinette sitting at the back, who only shook her head.

“Girl, why didn’t you say so then?” Alya asked, smiling as she linked elbows with Lila.

Sabrina had stars in her eyes as she said, “Thank you, Lila!”

Lila soaked up all the attention as the class thanked her, no one paying attention to the two students at the back.

Felix eyed the girl sitting beside him with a considerate look. “You were the one who dropped off the tickets.” It wasn’t a question and they both knew it. “They are taking advantage of your kindness. You don’t even get the recognition you deserve for your acts of kindness. Instead, the credit gets claimed by a lying snake.”

Marinette shrugged. “Clara Nightingale gave me the tickets specifically for the class. What else was I supposed to do with the 15 tickets?”

“Have you thought of selling them?” He said in a patronizing tone, making her faux glare at him.

She shook her head. “It wouldn’t be right to. Besides, I don’t mind giving the tickets to the class.”

“They don’t deserve it,” He murmured, sending glares at their classmates who were surrounding Lila, Ms. Bustier having given up on trying to teach for today.

Marinette smiled, it warmed her heart how Felix was always quick to defend her. “Anyway, enough about that.”

Felix watched with a curious gaze as she took out a lanyard pass from her purse.

“A backstage pass, for you. Clara gave me three of them, including one for me. I’m going to give the other one to Chloe when I see her tonight as she’s currently not in class,” she said, placing the lanyard on their shared desk with a light clink and pushing it toward him.

“Thank you,” He said, his lips quirking up into a slight smile and she took it as a win.

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April 10th, 2023— Le Grand Paris, Paris, France.

Arriving at Le Grand Paris with Felix in his limo, Marinette sighed in relief when she didn’t see any signs of the paparazzi. After her accidental tweet on her MDC Twitter account from earlier, the paparazzi were sure to be on the lookout for her tonight.

“Paparazzi are not allowed anywhere near the property of Le Grand Paris, remember?” Felix spoke as the limo came to a stop.

Marinette still didn’t let her guard down, eyeing the entrance with a cautious look. “That didn’t stop Vincent Aza from stalking Jagged Stone, did it? There’s always a few people who think they can get away with the rule,”

She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, lost in thought. What if someone discovers she was MDC because she arrived with Felix? The world knows Felix and MDC are dating— even though they’re not— and everyone knows Felix is not the type of person to get close to just anyone. After her slip-up from earlier on social media, her arrival with Felix is a big giveaway.

A light touch on her arm broke her out of her daze and she turned to see Felix looking at her with a frown, his eyes holding concern as he reassured her, “No paparazzi would be foolish enough to step foot onto Le Grand Paris after what happened last time with Vincent Aza. He was sued by both Jagged Stone and André Bourgeois.”

When she still looked convinced, he added, “I am sure Miss Bourgeois took proper precautions and security has been doubled, especially with tonight’s event.”

Marinette gave a slow nod, taking a deep breath.

Felix nodded at the chauffeur out the window, who promptly opened the door. As the door slid open, Felix stepped out, eyeing the guards at the hotel entrance and the area around it. He then extended his hand, assisting Marinette out of the limo.

The two showed their backstage passes to the guards standing at the entrance and they were granted entry.

Chloe greeted them as they crossed the threshold. “There you are, Dupain-Cheng, you’ve made it. You as well, Graham Cracker.”

Marinette huffed out a laugh at Felix’s annoyed look at the nickname.

“How many times do I have to tell you to refrain from using that name?” he said, scowling at the Bourgeois heiress.

Chloe went to link arms with Marinette, then responded, “Your last name is too long. You can’t seriously think I’ll call you Graham de Vanily every time I have to address you?”

Felix sent her a flat look. “Graham de Vanily is too long, but Graham Cracker is not?”

As the trio made their way to the ballroom, Marinette took out a backstage pass by the lanyard from her purse and handed it to Chloe. “Not that you need it since you technically helped host the concert, but it would avoid misunderstandings,”

Chloe smiled, taking it. “Thank you, Mari.”

The three flashed their passes to the man standing guard and he unlocked the red velvet rope for them to enter. The ballroom was spacious, with a bar at the side serving drinks and a large stage at the far end of the room. Groups of guests were already gathered around, speaking to each other in loud excited voices.

At their entrance, heads were turned and many were staring at Felix. Being the famous actor he was, he was recognized in an instant. Marinette shifted on her feet, feeling self-conscious as their gazes drifted to her and the chatters grew louder.

“They’re only antsy because it’s a high-profile celebrity making an entrance. It would soon die down when the concert starts. After all, they’re all here for Clara Nightingale,” Chloe said to her, grabbing her hand in comfort.

Marinette nodded, her gaze flickering to Felix who had a blank look on his face as he appraised the crowd. Without her permission, her eyes had wandered away from his face to appreciate the rest of his outfit.

She blushed when he caught her eye and a nudge from Chloe had Marinette dragging her gaze away from Felix’s.

“Let’s go backstage, it’s way too crowded and I feel stuffy,” Chloe muttered and Marinette murmured her agreement.

Marinette looked to Felix who was already looking at her. “Come along, Graham Cracker.”

Ignoring his look of disbelief and betrayal, she followed Chloe to the front where the stage was. The trio had walked passed their classmates when Lila’s faux sweet voice crooned at them. “Oh, Marinette!”

Marinette exchanged eye rolls with her two friends before she turned to Lila with a fake smile that could rival the Italian’s.

Alya went to link arms with Marinette, pushing Chloe out of the way, who glared at the spectacled girl. “Hey, girl! Are you excited for the concert? It’s all thanks to Lila that we all get to enjoy it,”

“Yes. It’s all because of Lila that we get to attend Clara Nightingale’s concert,” Marinette said, her voice sarcastic but Alya didn’t seem to have noticed.

Marinette removed her arm from Alya’s and was on her way to go backstage with her real friends when Lila’s voice stopped them again. “Where are you going, Marinette? Shouldn’t we enjoy the concert together as a class? After all, I got the tickets so our class can spend time together!”

Marinette gritted her teeth. Lila was not going to leave her alone. “I have a backstage pass.”

Lila’s eyes widened as the class exchanged excited glances.

“Wow, girl! Since when did you and Clara Nightingale become besties? You would have to be quite close if you managed to have a backstage pass,” Alya asked, looking happy for Marinette.

“So cool,” Juleka mumbled as Rose looked at the ravenette in admiration.

Alix beamed. “That’s awesome! I wished I had a backstage pass,”

“I was wondering where my backstage pass went. Turns out, you’ve had it all along,” Lila said, her eyes gleaming with greed as she looked at the pass around Marinette’s neck.

Alya frowned at the implication before her eyes cleared. “I see what’s going on. Thanks for being such a great friend to Lila! But Lila’s here now, you can return the backstage pass to her,”

Marinette narrowed her eyes at Lila. “Ms. Bustier personally handed out the tickets to everyone. We all saw she handed you one. If you had a backstage pass, you wouldn’t have needed a ticket.”

“You’re the one with the backstage pass right now. I was confused when Ms. Bustier handed me a ticket when I knew I was supposed to have a backstage pass. I didn’t want to bother anyone at the time because I thought maybe Clara just forgot that she had promised me she would give me a backstage pass,” Lila said, her eyes widening with tears as she ‘figured’ out what had happened.

The happy smiles on her classmates' faces melted away as they processed what Lila had said.

“I have a backstage pass as well. By your logic, does that mean I also stole your backstage pass?” Felix intervened, glaring at Lila.

Chloe waved her pass in the air in front of her. “And me.”

Lila’s eyes widened even more if possible while the class wavered with uncertainty.

“Well…” Max had started to say when Lila sniffled.

“I’m sorry, it’s my lying disease acting up again,” Lila cried as the class gathered around her, offering their comfort and sympathies.

“Pathetic,” Felix muttered, taking Marinette by the arm as they headed backstage.

Showing their backstage passes when prompted, the trio was granted entry and they spotted Clara Nightingale being interviewed by Nadja Chamack.

“Marinette! You made it!” Clara went to hug Marinette, then murmured a greeting to Chloe before turning her attention to Felix. “You are the famous Felix Graham de Vanily! I love your work in The Vengeance, your portrayal of Octavius Valdez captured your essence.”

Felix nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you, I am flattered.”

Nadja Chamack seemed surprised at the interaction, but her surprised gaze was on Marinette. “Marinette, it’s good to see you again! Manon misses you.”

“It’s good to see you as well, Aunt Nadja. How have you been? Tell Manon I said hi,” Marinette said, accompanied by a warm smile.

“Of course! I’ve never been better. I was just asking Clara Nightingale here some questions for my news report,” Nadja said, looking at Clara with a smile. “What’s your relationship with Marinette? You two must be close if you gave her a backstage pass.”

Marinette tensed but kept on a bright smile as Nadja looked at her for a reaction. Nadja Chamack might be a family friend, but Marinette couldn’t know for sure if Aunt Nadja would report her identity if she knew. Especially if Nadja sees the news as newsworthy and MDC’s identity is bound to create a buzz in the public.

Marinette wasn’t willing to risk it.

Clara swung her arm around Marinette’s shoulder, silently assuring her that MDC’s identity wouldn’t be exposed. “Ever since I thought Marinette would make a great Ladybug for my Ladybug and Cat Noir music video, we’ve been close ever since.”

Marinette nodded in confirmation, subtly squeezing Clara’s hand in thanks for her quick thinking.

Nadja nodded, moving to jot down the explanation in her notepad when Marinette spoke up, looking nervous as she chewed on her lip. “Do you mind not including that question in the article you’re writing? I would like to stay out of the spotlight. After what happened the last time when the media caught me with Adrien, I don’t want a repeat of what happened,”

The reporter looked up, her face softening at the nervous look Marinette was sporting. “Of course, I understand.”

Marinette nodded, looking relieved. “That’s good.”

Clara smiled, rubbing Marinette’s shoulder in comfort as she suggested, “Why don’t you go hang out with your friends for now? I’ll come talk to you again before the concert starts.”

“Okay,” Marinette agreed, Clara gave her a gentle push towards her friends who had taken a seat on the couches as they lounged.

“I was scared for you for a second, good thing for Clara’s quick thinking,” Chloe whispered to her friend as Nadja continued to interview Clara, their voices carrying over to the lounging area.

Felix looked up from his book, adding his own two cents in a quiet voice, “You have to be more careful which accounts you are posting on, Marinette. I only hope Ms. Chamack does not put two and two together and figure out your identity as MDC from your earlier tweet.”

Marinette nodded, taking his advice to heart. She would make sure to double, triple and even quadruple-check to make sure she posts on the right account from now on. It had been a close call.

The trio settled into quiet conversations and bantering during the intermission of the concert. It was going to be a fun night.

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The Clara Nightingale Concert At Le Grand Paris Nadja Chamack

Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news! Tonight, Clara Nightingale shook the world with the concert held at Le Grand Paris in honour of her latest album, Cherry Venom. Parisians and people from all over the world who hadn’t attended the concert had to live vicariously through clips and footage of the concert posted on social media.

Cherry Venom is Nightingale’s most successful album up to date, garnering over 1 million plays on Spotify since its release and hitting the top of the Billboard charts within a month.

[Source: Promotional shots and concept photos from Clara Nightingale’s Instagram]

I had the honour of interviewing Nightingale for my news report article tonight before she went on stage to perform. The most outstanding question was: What are you wearing?

It comes as no surprise when Nightingale said “The outfit I’m wearing is designed by MDC”. The renowned MDC, the fashion designer taking the world by storm could rival Gabriel Agreste and the Style Queen, Aubrey Bourgeois herself.

The beautiful dress Nightingale had worn in her concept and promotional shots were designed by MDC as well.

In answer to my question, “Is MDC your go-to designer when you require a dress or outfit for your music videos or concerts?”

Nightingale responded, “I would like to say MDC is my personal designer, but Jagged Stone would fight tooth and nail for that title. I could only say MDC and I are very close friends, I often go to her when I need something designed. Her works have never once disappointed me.”

Readers may be wondering if MDC and Nightingale are as close as Nightingale says, does that mean Nightingale knows MDC’s identity? Well, Nightingale’s answer will certainly shock some readers:

“Yes, I do know MDC’s identity. I won’t disclose her identity because it’s not my place to. MDC is someone who doesn’t like to be in the spotlight and we all know how vicious the paparazzi and the media can be. It’s also one of the reasons why MDC doesn’t take commission requests from just anyone.” Nightingale said.

The reason for MDC remaining as an anonymous designer explained by Nightingale is understandable. With that said Nightingale and Stone are the only known ones so far to know of MDC’s identity.

[Source: Photos taken from the concert, posted on Clara Nightingale’s Instagram]

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