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thedelicatearcher · 5 months

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Could you do a katniss x hyper fem!reader where both katniss and reader are kids and katniss is trying impressive the reader by climbing a tree or something?

Take your time ^^

thank you for the request!! this is soooo sweet. i really loved writing this, i love katniss so much

young!katniss everdeen x hyper fem!reader

katniss everdeen spends most of her time with her dad in the woods, learning to hunt, climbing some trees, and setting some traps here and there. from little birds and squirrels to the extremely rare deer, the father and daughter duo pride themselves on never returning home empty-handed.

you could say the woods are little katniss' happy place, a spot where she feels she isn't being observed, free from judgment, able to unashamedly be herself alongside someone she really loves. she doesn't mind that they have to be really quiet and sneaky to go down the unelectrified fence, being alert and walking many miles. these small sacrifices are worth it for the chance to swim her worries away in the hidden lake, savoring the cool embrace of water on her skin

but when she's not there, you can find her daydreaming about her beautiful best friend. the way you look at katniss, as if there's no one else in the world when she's recounting yesterday's adventure. the way your pink dresses make your lips stand out even more, leaving poor katniss speechless and unable to form a thought. the way you cherish your bows, yet don't hesitate to adorn katniss’ braid with your favorite one, because it makes her look “more beautiful than a garden full of roses,'' - your words, not hers.

katniss would love to take you to the woods with her and her dad, but she is afraid you're going to say no. “she's too pretty and i can't have her getting her little bows and dresses dirty like my clothes,” was the excuse katniss gave herself when deep down she knew the real reason was that she's afraid of your rejection. with an angst-clouded mind, she told herself she couldn't bear it if you ever got a hold of her feelings and decided you wouldn't want anything to do with her anymore.

“i'm not in love with her, i just really love spending time with her but that's what friends do,” katniss would say to madge, one of her only friends, denying her feelings as she felt herself getting shy and flustered, hoping her close friend wouldn't notice the enormous crush she had been harboring on you. “do you like spending as much time with me as with her?” madge would tease her playfully as katniss felt her whole face burn in embarrassment.

every morning after waking up, as she is eating breakfast, nonstop thoughts about you would fill her mind. “will she smile at me today? will she grab my hand? is there something i can do to impress her?” were questions katniss hoped her tiny piece of bread could answer, saving her roasted squirrel to eat in school later and share it with you.

katniss got very giddy and excited as her mom put her hair in her signature braid, praying to the gods that maybe today will be the day where you see her in another light. and maybe they finally listened to her.

as soon as you saw her in school, you ran to her excitedly, leaving your backpack behind and grinning like a mad man. you hugged her like a koala bear, letting katniss spin you around for a few seconds and holding you tighter as this was the first time you saw each other in years. this was your daily ritual: hugging like a married couple when katniss arrived at school, sitting together in every class possible, talking in hushes as your teacher explained another chemistry topic that you won't apply anywhere if you don’t go on and work in the mine, sharing food at lunchtime, hanging out during recess usually sitting closely together on a free bench or having katniss running around and tiring her little full-of-energy self as you watched her attentively, and finally walking home together to your respective houses. you were inseparable.

but today was different, you were holding eye contact longer, occasionally batting your eyelashes at her and twirling a strand of your hair with a finger. and of course, katniss noticed this, clouding her mind with the thought of you reciprocating her feelings, feeling excited and anxious at the same time. she has always considered herself bad with words, unable to express her feelings, so how can she tell you that she likes you?

and that's how katniss ended up climbing a random tree in the school’s backyard trying to impress you. it happened all of a sudden; her mind didn't even take a second to ask herself if it was a good idea. as you were touching her arm for the fifth time in three minutes, katniss simply said “look at this,” ran to the closest tree and started climbing it. pressured by the expectations of impressing you, she climbed unfocused, looking at you every few seconds, not placing her feet firmly on the branches as her dad had taught her. “what do you think?, “ was the last thing katniss asked her best friend before falling from the tree and losing consciousness.

as soon as her eyes opened, she was met with familiar surroundings; she wasn't at school anymore, she was in her house, more specifically on the kitchen table where her mom took care of patients. before she could start to ask herself any more questions, she was met with a pair of worried eyes and a tight hug. “you scared me to death, i thought you had died,” her best friend cried in her arms-well her arm, considering she broke one in the fall and now it was held by an arm cast. “i’m sorry, i was just trying to impress you but i failed,” little katniss confessed, embarrassed, as her eyes filled with tears.

“why? i'm amazed by you every second we spend together, katniss.” shock came to her and she started to become flustered. “what do you mean?” she asked shyly. “i mean that i like you. i really, really like you, katniss. i was just waiting for the right moment to tell you,” you confessed as your face felt as if it was burning and your heart felt like bursting at any time soon. katniss was left dumbfounded, no words left her mouth even after she had spent many days practicing how she would confess her feelings to you.

“let me show you,” was the last thing you said before inexpertly pressing your lips softly to hers, one hand caressing her cheek and the other one playing with her hair. katniss felt as if she was in heaven, your soft and gentle lips made her feel as if electricity ran through her veins, becoming addicted to the slight strawberry flavor of them. a sigh escaped her lips when you finally separated, leaving her pleased but still wanting you in her embrace. not a word was said for what felt like an eternity, the room filled with a comfortable silence where your stares communicated everything you wanted to say,

“can i sign your cast?,” you asked giggling, finally breaking the silence. maybe now katniss had a new happy place, a safe place found in her best friend’s embrace.

#little katniss for sure got a concussion #i really hope i did a good job in expressing their innocence and youth #katniss is my favorite thg character and i loved putting her obliviousness and stubbornness in this #hope you like it!!#katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #thg #the hunger games #jennifer lawrence

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linkemon · 5 months

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It's gonna be alright (Keith Kogane x Reader)

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ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ. ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ꜱᴀʏꜱ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ.

It was the final stretch.

I snuck out again. Doing it in the evening would mean that someone would probably catch me but at night it's much easier. If the rest of the team saw me now, I'd probably get scolded but I couldn't help myself. Hunk finally baked some edible cookies!

I grabbed a plate from the nearest shelf and helped myself to a generous amount, then rearranged the cookies that had fallen out of formation back into a pyramid. This way, no one noticed when one or two floors disappeared.

As a medical student, or rather a former student, because on Earth I've probably already been kicked out of school, I always tell my team to eat healthily. I am quite aware of the effects of overeating at night and too many sweets but everyone has smaller or larger deviations. Mine gradually started to increase after Hunk got a new recipe for blueberry cookies.

When we tasted them for the first time, I was skeptical because of their blue color. We chose Coran as the tester because no one else wanted to poison themselves. However, it turned out that we had avoided failure. They tasted like cocoa.

Since then, Hunk has been baking them almost all the time and I've been stealing them on the sly. It quickly turned out that paladins had a habit of getting up often in the middle of the night. At first I ate in the living room and almost got caught when Pidge walked by. However, I managed to find a solution. My place for a snack was the rather narrow roof, which was accessed through a window on the top floor of the castle. Perhaps someone would be able to spot me during the day but at night it was virtually impossible.

I headed there too, thinking only that in a moment I would inhale that cocoa scent again. I crossed the hall, opened the window, and then placed the plate on the tiny windowsill. I had both legs out and was just about to start eating when it turned out I wasn't alone.

Keith was now sitting in my usual seat with wide eyes. He looked ready to jump but visibly relaxed when he saw it was just me.

Well, great.

So I did the only right thing that could be done in such a situation.

— Cookie?

— Excuse me? — He asked.

— I asked if you wanted a cookie. — I sat down and offered him a plate. — Just don't betray to others because I won't have a life.

He ate it, then reached for another one.

We never got along very well, partly because we didn't know each other before I joined the team. It's true that I didn't argue with him like Lance but he had such a heavy personality that I preferred spending time with Hunk or Allura. He always seemed quite cold to me but I admired his skills and courage because he certainly had plenty of that.

The silence was quite uncomfortable, so I decided to break it.

— Nice sky.

No response from Mr. Silent.

It was beautiful. A shade of navy blue completely different than the one on Earth. Constellations unlike any I've seen. Everything was different here. The thought always brought a momentary feeling of nostalgia and longing for my family but I was used to it by now. It hasn't wanted to leave me since I got here.

— Sooo... you came to think? — I said with my mouth full.

— You could say that — he muttered.

What an elaborate statement.

— I came to eat without anyone noticing. I glanced at him. — But it didn't work out as you can see. — What are you thinking about?

I didn't receive any response.

Keith started to stand up but I grabbed his sleeve.

— It's a bit inelegant of you to leave me in the middle of a conversation now.

If this could even be called a conversation...

— Something will attack me here at night when it smells food if I stay alone. — I stuffed the cookie into myself with my free hand. — If you want, we can sit in silence — I added.

I saw his hesitation but he finally sat back down after the last sentence.

I wanted to keep my word, I really wanted to. The problem, however, was the talkativeness. Everyone around me knew perfectly well that I was loud and ubiquitous. I also had trouble keeping my mouth shut. Keith and I were basically opposites, which was one of the reasons we had limited contact.

In short, I could be irritating. No wonder I couldn't last more than a few minutes.

— If you don't want to say what you're thinking, don't say it — I started. — But if you change your mind, you know — I stabbed him in the arm — you can vent.

— Do I look like someone who wants to talk?

No, you look like an irritated bastard.

— No but you look like someone who needs it. You know, as a pseudo-doctor on this team, I also have to take care of your mental health. I think it's just as important as physical one.

His expression softened slightly. He was clearly wondering whether he should share with me what was on his mind.

The silence grew.

This is how my career as a psychologist dies prematurely.

I actually could have given up but I felt like I wanted to help. Kind of like when I was quite little and put plasters on literally all the kids in my neighbourhood who had bad knees. This feeling turned into a passion — the desire to professionally care for others. I didn't have the opportunity to graduate because I was in the middle of another galaxy but I did my best. I tried to use everything I had at hand to help those who were saving planets and races that we had never known about before.

— It's about my leadership — he began, so quietly that I could barely hear him. — I feel bad about it. Everyone is counting on me, they want me to give them orders but I have the impression that whatever I do, wherever I step, will be wrong. I'm not even sure how to get along with you. After I came back to the team, everyone looks at me differently. I'm not like Shiro. My only hope is to find him and bring him back but I don't even know where to start looking for him.

I'm out of cookies.

— It's obvious — I felt his eyes on me — that you're not Shiro. I'm sure we'll find him but it will take some time. You shouldn't try to replace him because each of you is different — I started. — It'll take you a while to get used to your new role but you're on the right track. Maybe try spending some time with the team? We haven't known each other for very long but I'm not blind. Some people really miss you, Keith. Don't run away from them, try to talk to them, eat some cookies and everything will be fine. — I stood up, took my plate and headed to the window.

It's gonna be alright — the cliché I may have tried to say to myself a lot too but what choice did I have? What else could I tell him?

— [Reader]?

— Hmmm? — I stuck my head out.

— Thank you.

— No problem but it was Hunk who baked them — I said, smiling to myself and then started walking down the dark corridor.

Keith will make a good leader but I might still make a good doctor when I get back to Earth. I should just cut down on the cookies...

#keith kogane x reader #voltron x reader #oneshot x reader #shirogane takashi #cookies #hunk #coran

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seltaa · 1 year

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-Gorgeous Routine

Important: This is my first time writing a smut and honestly, this is making me nervous. Also, I have no experience at all, so don't judge me TvT And english isn't my native language, so there might be some grammar mistakes (really sorry for that :c).

Pairings - Modern!scaramouche x fem!reader, modern!childe x fem!reader(only for a short time, tho. This is about scaramouche x reader <3)

Tags - hate sex, public sex aka in school, non protection, implied cockwarming, possessives, slutshaming.

God, you hate that one arrogant kid, also known as your big enemy, Scaramouche. He wouldn't leave you alone, not even at lunch. You wish you could just punch that pretty face of his, but you're already much of a troublemaker, and you won't ruin your school life because of him, right?

Well, it's pretty much ruined, anyway. You both act as enemies should, though, you both have some gorgeous routine. Everyday at lunch time, in one of the restroom stalls, you bend over for him to take you. You wonder why you even cooperate, but you must admit, it feels good.

As the school day goes on, you notice it's nearly lunch time, and you're still sitting on your seat as you were about to take a nap. Well, no time for that, now. You quickly stand up, ready to meet your enemy at the same usual meeting spot, someone suddenly stops you by placing their hand on your shoulder, you turn around to see..Childe? He's known as the playboy in the school, and he plays that role pretty much well.

"You look like you're in a hurry, as always. Might as well tell me where you're going?" Damn, he has that smug, and his gorgeous, ginger hair, added with those little freckles on his face. You can't help but find him handsome as everyone does.

"I'm just going somewhere far away from the canteen, I don't like eating in public." You lie, adding an awkwardly and fake smile, you desperately hope he will buy that.

"I see," He says, sighing, you see him leaning dangerously closer to your face, his breath is hot against your face, and you flinch a little, "God, you look so delicious right now, you make me want to devour you whole, Y/N." He suddenly adds, and your eyes widen at his sudden boldness. Your heart pounding, and you feel like it's trying to escape out of your chest.

"I'm just kidding!" He chuckles, giving you a quick peck on your cheek and leaning back. You didn't expect this at all. He gives you one last wink, before turning around to leave, as if nothing happened just now. What's his deal, anyway?

You shake that thought of your mind, and quickly run to the meeting spot you were supposed to meet Scaramouche with. Damn, you're 4 minutes late.

As you finally arrive and catch your breath, you see Scaramouche leaning against the wall, looking pretty pissed off? You can tell by his expression. "So you're talking to Childe now, huh? Explains why you're late, then." His eyebrows twitch slightly, he's trying his hardest to not just grit his teeth and use you, till your legs give out.

"Scaramouche, I-"

"I didn't know you were such a whore, Y/N." His sentence interrupts you. His tone sounds stern and you can't help but look away in return, annoyed.

"Why do you care?" You ask, curious and confused.

"Why do I care?" He sighs angrily, your question made him snap slightly. You see him walking closer towards you, staring down at you as if you were nothing more but an insect he could step on.

"Isn't it obvious? I wonder who fucks you everyday, who makes you scream out of pleasure and pain at the same time, who's able to make you cum within seconds?" He stops for a moment, seeing how your eyes widen as you feel your arousal building from his words.

"I think it's pretty obvious that you only belong to me. I won't let that bastard take you away from me, Y/N." He adds, and his hand raise towards your neck, his fingers wrap around your neck and you feel him tightening his grip slightly, leaving your mouth open slightly by itself, and he pushes his lips against yours, kissing you forcefully as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth. You whine in return, struggling to breathe as your eyebrows twitch. His hand on your neck and his tongue inside your mouth makes your vision blur.

After a few seconds, he finally pulls away from your mouth, panting heavily afterwards. You whimper softly as he pulls away, his hand still on your sensitive neck.

"You look like you're begging for more, you really are a slut, aren't you?" He chuckles darkly, releasing your neck and grabbing your wrist instead.

"But I'm not judging or complaining. In fact, I like seeing you break under me, you're so submissive for me, Y/N." He whispers seductively against your ear, and he suddenly drags you towards the restroom, kicking the door open. He's clearly getting impatient as he enters one of the stalls, locking the door behind him and pushing you against the wall, your chest pressed against the wall as you feel him taking off your underwear, you let out a soft whimper in surprise.

"W-wait, slow dow-" You try to say, but his hand covers your mouth, you're starting to get nervous as you shiver already.

"Shut up. This is what you get for being so easy, for being such a whore for other men." He smirks, making you bend over against the wall for him as he pulls up your skirt. He grins at the sight, grabbing one of your butt cheeks and squeezing it roughly. He presses his bulge against your ass.

"Damn it, Y/N. I can't wait to hear your muffled moans," He suddenly smacks your ass, your back arches and you let out a muffled gasp. He chuckles, feeling himself getting even harder as he pulls down his pants and boxer. His hardened cock jumps out and rests on your abused butt cheek.

"I don't think I need to stretch you out, hmm?" He asks, moving his hand and placing it against your wet cunt, he teases your clit in slow circles, you whine in return, his other hand is still covering your mouth.

"Look at you, so wet and ready for me already. Such a good slut for me," He says, his hand leaves your wet cunt, places it on your hip instead, gripping it. He harshly places the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing your hole.

"Save me the trouble, and try not to pass out." He adds for the final time. Without any warning, he pushes his cock inside of you, filling you up at once. You let out a muffled yelp as he starts to move slowly but roughly, his hips slap against your ass as he keeps his hand on your mouth, his other hand grips your hip a little too hard, nails digging into your flesh.

"F-fuck, Y/N." He groans, leaning forward to kiss and bite on your shoulder from behind, as if he was marking you as his. Your eyes close by itself as you moan against his palm, breathy noises can be heard from you, and he grins in return, knowing what he's causing to you.

He finally releases your mouth, and you struggle to breathe. You whine as he suddenly stops moving, you look over your shoulder to look at him and you begin to move your own hips, wanting him to keep moving. He in other hand grins in amusement.

"Hah, so pathetic. Do you want my cock that badly? Let me see you beg, then." He exclaims, and you bite your lower lip nervously, your eyes start getting teary.

"M-mh- Please, f-fuck me. I need you so bad, Scara.." You mumble shakily, he grips your hips and starts moving again, faster and harder than before, and his cock presses against your g spot each thrust. You moan uncontrollably, and you were almost seeing stars.

"My name. I want you to say it while I fuck you hard."

"..S-scara," You mumble out, feeling your legs tremble as his pace increases, he grits his teeth and groans, before biting on your shoulder possessively again.

"Louder."

"Scara!.."

"That's it. I'm going to fill you up." He breathes out, and presses his fingers against your clit, before moving them in circles harshly that sends you right to your release, he feels your walls clenching around his cock, and he cums right after. His hot seed filling you up completely, and he keeps moving, riding out his orgasm as he watches you come undone.

After some moment, he stops moving, sighing from pleasure. You try to recover from the rough event just now, and he smiles as you struggle to stay still, he pulls you down with him as he sits on the floor, making you sit on his lap. His throbbing cock still inside you, and you feel his hot seed leaking out of you that makes you shiver uncontrollably.

"You're so warm inside, I love it." He breathes out, his head rests on your chest, hearing your heart beat. You never saw him getting this loving after the thing, you wrap your arms around his neck as you still try to recover.

"I hate you, Scara." He chuckles in return, before squeezing one of your breasts roughly that makes you yelp and squirm in surprise, "Scara!.."

#genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #scaramouche x y/n #smut

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switchundercover · 1 year

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Tickletober Day 4: Weak Spot

A/N: Hello hello everyone! I'm back with another spiderverse tk fic because I am not normal about spiderverse or tks (the fact that I say 'tks' should tell you everything you need to know-) ANYWAYS! I'm doing day 4 of tickletober, again with lee!hobie because I love this tall punk and he needs to be wrecked to hell and back. I've decided I'm not going to do every single day of tickletober, really just ones I feel like doing and have the motivation for. I realistically wouldn't be able to do every day anyways, as I'm fairly busy with school atm. Anyways, I won't take up anymore of your time, so just enjoy the fic! :D

TW: swearing, tickles

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It took a lot to shake Hobie Brown, a lot to catch him off guard, to make him tick. Not even counting the spidey-sense that he and every other spider-person had, it still took a lot to even mildly surprise him. All of his friends knew this, and they were driven mad by this fact.

Which led to now.

"Okay, so operation 'Finally surprise Hobie' is a go?" Miles asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Gwen and Pavitr. The three teenagers were located in the spider-society cafeteria, getting a bite to eat as they discussed their master plan. Pavitr shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

"Well," Pavitr began, drawing out the word. "We could do it after we eat.. but! I do have an idea on how we can really get him!" He beamed, a huge grin on his face. Miles and Gwen looked at Pavitr, a look of curiosity, but also a bit of mischief to it.

"Go on.." Gwen urged, her eyes shining with pure mischief.

"Okay.. so you guys don't know this, but..."

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Hobie chuckled as he saw Miles approach him, tilting his head to the side. Miles was running to Hobie with a sense of urgency, which spiked the punks curiosity. He gave Miles a small wave, looking down at the panting teenager.

"Ay Miles, watcha need? Seems urgent." Hobie said, giving Miles a small, yet curious grin. Miles wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead, straightening his slightly bent posture to look at Hobie. "Yeah, actually.. I.." Miles paused, taking a moment to catch his breath.. and also try his best to hide the growing smirk that was appearing on his face.

"Me.. Pav, Gwen.. we need your help." Miles said, quickly thinking up a story to elaborate on. "We lost one of Miguel's.. gadgets- don't ask why we have it- and we can't find it anywhere. Last I checked it was somewhere in Pav's room but.." Miles paused a second time, trying to make up a convincing enough story to fool Hobie, which was pretty damn hard with him usually being the main prankster of the group.

And yet, there was no elaboration needed, because Hobie was apparently none the wiser.

"Pfft. Sure, I'll help you guys out. You don't want Miguel on your ass for losin' something of his, lemme tell ya." He agreed, a low chuckle coming from the punk. Miles had to fight the huge mischievous grin that threatened to appear on his face, opting for a soft smile instead.

"Great, thanks man!" Miles said, bouncing on his heels. "Gwen and Pav are already in his dimension so I'll just.." Miles created a portal to Earth-50101 for him and Hobie, looking back at the punk before jumping in, with said punk following close behind.

Gwen's leg bounced as she sat on Pavitr's bed, looking up at the Indian Spider-Man with a slightly worried expression. "You know if we do this we're dead right?" Gwen said, looking around Pavitr's room almost haphazardly.

"Don't worry!" Pavitr reassured, cracking his knuckles in slight preparation. "If he's getting anyone back, it's me! This was my idea after all!" He added, looking to Gwen with a determined expression.

A portal in Pavitr's room opened suddenly, with Miles hopping out and Hobie right behind him, his hands in his vest pockets. Gwen looked to Miles, her expression practically asking Miles if Hobie bought the lie. Miles got the message and gave her a thumbs up when Hobie wasn't looking.

"Right, so, you lot ended up losin' one of Miguel's gadgets if I'm not mistaken?" Hobie asked, raising an eyebrow at the three teenagers in front of him. Miles nodded, praying that Gwen and Pavitr did the same. Miles internally cursed himself for not telling Gwen and Pavitr what lie he came up before hand, but he let out an internal sigh of relief when Gwen began to speak.

"Uh.. yeah. Lost it somewhere in Pav's room.." Gwen said, pretending to look underneath Pavitr's bed in search for the gadget they 'lost'. Hobie chuckled and actually began looking for this not-really-lost gadget, looking at the higher shelves that were in Pavitr's room. While Hobie wasn't looking, Miles gave Pavitr and Gwen a huge grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Gwen and Pavitr returned the mischievous expression, all of them looking to Hobie with a devilish smirk.

An idea brewed in Miles' mind, walking over to Hobie and trying to hide the devilish grin on his face. "Is it not up here?" Miles asked, looking up to Hobie. "Uh.. don't think so." Hobie replied, sighing as he looked down at Miles. "Alright.. thanks, by the way." Miles added, giving Hobie a small poke or two to the torso as thanks, also just to check if Hobie reacted.

Hobie didn't even flinch.

Miles internally sighed at the lack of a reaction, going back to Gwen and Pavitr, who were pretending to look for the gadget. Miles bent down to Pavitr's level, the teen pretending to look in a few drawers.

"I thought you said he was ticklish?" Miles whispered, keeping his tone incredibly soft so Hobie wouldn't hear. "He is! You just gotta know where to poke!" Pavitr replied, giving Miles a poke to the ribs to prove his point. Miles squeaked and jumped back, lightly slapping Pavitr's arm. "Well where do I poke?" Miles asked, widening his eyes as another way to ask for further elaboration.

Pavitr couldn't help but giggle, cocking his head to the side. "Here.. give me a second.."

Pavitr walked up to Hobie, grabbing his hands rather quickly and dragging him closer to the middle of the room. Hobie let out a small yelp, stumbling on his feet from the sudden movement. "Pav, what're you doin'? If you needed help over here you coulda shouted for me." Hobie said, looking at Pavitr with a mildly confused expression. His expression only grew more confused when Pavitr started giggling, and also when Gwen and Miles looked up from where they were 'searching'.

Gwen and Miles had to stop themselves from giggling, both of them covering their mouths with their hands. Pavitr looked towards Gwen and Miles, not even being able to hide the mischief in his eyes. "I'll let you guys take the lead, I feel like it's not as fun if I tell you guys where he's ticklish!"

Hobie's eyes widened very slightly, covering up his mild nervousness with a smirk and a laugh. "Ha! That's funny you guys, that's bloody hilarious! I'm not even ticklish." He said, his tone as smug as ever. Miles, Gwen, and especially Pavitr didn't buy the lie, with Pavitr shaking his head and chuckling. "C'mon Hobie! You can't keep up that facade forever! They had to find out eventually!" Pavitr giggled, a slightly teasing lilt to his voice. The tone of Pavitr's voice made Hobie's stomach do flips, but he would never admit it out loud. The punk took a step back, the first crack in his confident facade.

"There isn't a missing gadget is there? you lot tricked me, is that it?" Hobie's questions were met with more giggling, which Hobie assumed meant 'Yeah, we tricked you and you fell for it'.

"It was Pav's idea!" Miles was quick to blame, pointing a finger at Pavitr before anything else. Pavitr shrugged in response, looking at Miles before returning his attention to Hobie. "I know you're gonna destroy me after this, but in my opinion this is worth it!"

Miles was the first to pounce, tackling Hobie to the ground and relentlessly scratching at his stomach, seeing how the punk would react. Hobie was a bit surprised by the sudden display of strange that ended up literally sweeping the punk off his feet. He was also surprised by the bold move by Miles' fingernails scratching and scribbling at his torso, a choked giggle coming from the punk.

"I'm not ticklish mate. Give it up.." Hobie said, turning his head to the side as he felt the tiniest giggle build up inside of him. Pavitr could be heard chuckling, once again shaking his head as he looked at Hobie.

"Here, I'll give you guys a hint! There's one really ticklish spot on his body! Once you find that, he'll start going crazy!" Pavitr grinned, watching Hobie begin to squirm underneath Miles' weight. Seeing Miles struggle to stay on top of Hobie, Gwen quickly moved to sit on his thighs, her back facing Miles. Pavitr thought it was only fair if he didn't interfere, as he already knew every little spot on Hobie's body that made him crack, opting to just watch Gwen and Miles figure it out themselves.

"Sorry Hobie, you kind of deserve this, let's be honest." Miles moved his fingers to Hobie's sides as Gwen's sharp nails began working on Hobie's legs, starting at his thighs. Hobie found it a bit harder to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips, but he managed to hide them pretty well.

"I thought I told you guys-! I'm not ticklish!" Hobie said, his tone becoming a bit more high-pitched as he let out the softest giggle. Hobie squirmed underneath Miles and Gwen's weight, finding it surprisingly hard to wiggle out from underneath them. Miles and Gwen didn't buy what came out of Hobie's mouth, instead continuing to relentlessly tickle Hobie as Pavitr watched, the boy giggling at Hobie's expense.

Miles and Gwen grinned widely at the tiny giggle that came from Hobie, now knowing they had to persist, and find that aforementioned sweet spot that Pavitr told them about. Gwen and Miles' hands worked in an unpredictable fashion, keeping Hobie guessing where they would strike next. Miles' hands ruthlessly clawed at Hobie's stomach, trying to find the softest spots on his torso, and Gwen's fingernails scraped along his thighs, occasionally moving a bit lower, right next to his knee. This is where Gwen noticed something, where she noticed Hobie would tense up and squirm around a bit more whenever she got to close to his knees. Gwen nudged Miles' shoulder with her own, urging him to look at her.

"Hey, Miles.." Gwen whispered, a devilish smirk on her face. Miles looked behind him to see Gwen, his fingers still squeezing and scribbling Hobie's torso as if it was a usual thing he did that didn't require any extra thought. (Miles would now want it to be a usual thing if it meant Hobie reacted in the honestly adorable way that he did.)

"Yeah? Did you find something?" Miles grinned, his eyes sparkling at the idea. Gwen nodded and pointed to Hobie's knee, circling one finger around his kneecap. Hobie's leg jerked as he put a hand to his mouth, his squirming only increasing as he tried to get the two teenagers off of him.

"You little- pfft-! S-stop that!" Hobie attempted to bark out an insult, but ended up fighting back a squeak as Gwen began scribbling along his knee. Hobie grit his teeth and made an attempt to kick his legs out, but his attempt at doing so were only met with more tickles. Miles decided that it'd be a good idea to help Gwen out, the two teens sitting on each of Hobie's legs and skittering their fingers along Hobie's knees.

Hobie did a pretty decent job at hiding his giggles, which disappointed Miles and Gwen, who both looked to Pavitr for help. Pavitr chuckled in response and pointed to his own knee, but pointed to the backside as opposed to the front. Gwen's and Miles' eyes widened in response, their grins growing impossibly wider as they wasting no time and started scratching along the backsides of Hobie's knees.

Hobie actually screamed.

"PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHA-! YOU LITTLE SHIHIHIHITS!! STOP THAHAHAHAT!" Hobie screeched, throwing his head back as he dissolved into loud cackles. Miles and Gwen's grins grew incredibly wide, and Pavitr could be heard giggling and clapping his hands.

"Well, you guys got close.. but in the end I still had to help!" Pavitr chuckled, shuffling over to Hobie. Pavitr smirked and began scribbling at Hobie's stomach, earning louder laughter from the punk. "F-FUHUHAHACK PAHAV-! STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAT!!" Hobie begged, his eyes stained with mirthful tears.

Pavitr in fact, did not stop, knowing that Hobie would only actually need a break if he stopped resisting, which he wasn't in the slightest. Hobie kicked and thrashed underneath the weight of Miles and Gwen, and he also weakly batted at Pavitr's arms, it didn't do much to deter the thirty fingers that were scratching at his body as fast as possible, but it was worth a shot right?

"Wow, Hobie. And I thought you said you weren't ticklish.." Miles said, continuing to scratch behind Hobie's knee with one hand, and looking down at his other hand as a cruel idea flicked into his mind. Hobie's only response was flipping Miles off, being to incapacitated from his laughter to do anything else. Gwen chuckled as she saw Hobie give Miles the finger, experimentally squeezing the skin underneath Hobie's knee, only to be met with more cackles and shrieks.

A few sparks of blue electricity flicked across Miles' fingers, a wide smirk appearing on his face. Miles stopped tickling Hobie, and zapped the skin underneath his knee with one finger, all the electricity he charged up going straight to Hobie. The feeling didn't hurt in the slightest, in fact, Hobie would argue it did the exact opposite as he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched shriek.

"MILES-!! FUHUHUCKIN STAHAP- SHIHIHIT NOT AGAHAIN-! NAHAHAHAHAHA MILES!" Hobie screamed as Miles zapped behind his knee a second time, his eyes shut as mirthful tears began to fall down his face. Hobie's squirming lessened significantly, the only thing the punk had the energy to was laugh, and even his own laughter was beginning to go silent. Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr noticed this, and they all slowly came to a stop, looking down at the panting Hobie.

"You alright? We didn't kill you did we?" Gwen asked, her tone mostly teasing, but with a slight hint of genuine worry. Hobie shook his head, giving Gwen a shaky thumbs up.

"N-nah.. I'm fine.." Hobie replied, still stuck in a fit of giggles. Hobie put the back of his hand to his forehead, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the lingering tingles that stayed on his body even after the three teenagers pulled their hands away.

Once Hobie regained enough energy, he sighed, lifting his head up slightly. "Could you guys.. get offa me?" Hobie asked, being met with two nods and Gwen and Miles getting off of Hobie. Hobie sat up, and as if he hadn't lost a single bit of energy, sprung up to his feet, wiping his eyes as laughter-induced tears still stained them. The three other teens in the room followed Hobie, each and every one of them springing up to their feet with similar energy.

"Right.. now if I remember correctly, Miles said you were the instigator behind all this, right Pav?" Hobie asked, cracking his knuckles and looking at Pavitr with an expression that said 'I'm gonna tickle the shit out of you.'

Pavitr responded with a nervous giggle, gingerly backing up from where Hobie stood. "W-well.. Miles and Gwen did agree to it, so.." Pavitr stammered, trying to convince Hobie to go after the other two instead.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm gettin' em back later. But for now.."

"H-hobie-! W-wait, wait wait- HOHOHOHOHOHOBIE-!"

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#tickle #tickles #atsv tickles #atsv tickle #across the spiderverse tickles #lee!hobie #ler!miles #ler!gwen #ler!pavitr #hobie needs to be wrecked /a #noticing a servere lack of gwen in tk fics and i won't stand for it

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sakurangelic · 2 years

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Nightmare

pairing: dad!felix x daughter (feat. mom!gn!reader) genre: fluff summary: You're on your night shift, and your boyfriend is taking care of your 12y/o daughter (Inseo) while you're at work. But what happens when your daughter has a nightmare? warnings: none (I think) word count: 796 words a/n: It's the first time I'm posting a one-shot on Tumblr, so feedback would be highly appreciated!! There might be some mistakes since English is my second language xx

It became usual for Felix to take care of Inseo while you were on your night shift, from making sure that she eats dinner to going to sleep on time. Felix did enjoy these nights not only because of spending time with his lovely daughter, but because he could stay up to wait for you to come back from work. You scolded him lots of times for it, but that didn't stop him from staying up. He would simply refuse to go to sleep without your cuddles. You loved him, but not his stubbornness.

As for Inseo? Well… Today, at school, Inseo and her friends found a hideout spot during lunchtime and thought to make it their meeting spot. They wanted to play truth or dare but it seemed too boring to them. So one of them came up with the idea of telling "horror" stories. There was, at least, a certain story that, well… traumatised Inseo. The girl really couldn't help it and neither keeps her mind off that story. Yet, she didn't want to seem childish. So the girl pretended it was nothing.

But around 1 AM, Inseo woke up quietly crying due to a nightmare. She was way too terrified to even care anymore if it was childish or not for her to cry, and went to her dad's room, silently opening the door. Felix slowly turned to the door, expecting to see the tired you asking him why is he up. But to his surprise, he saw a little girl with teary eyes, sobbing, tears going down her cheeks, and rather shyly peeking in. Realising it was his daughter, Inseo, the male turned on the lamp and gently pulled his daughter into the room, quietly closing the door after them. Sitting up on the bed, against the headboard, Felix placed Inseo on his lap and caressed her hair.

“Hey sunshine, is everything alright? Why are you crying?” he spoke quietly, looking at the clock and slowly back at Inseo “And why are you up right now? It's 1 AM…”

“A-appa” she started sobbing harder, choking on her tears, not being able to get any word out of her.

“Shhh, it's okay sunshine, appa is here. You can tell me what happened once you feel better, okay?” Felix pecked her forehead and started rocking her, while also caressing her hair. He wiped her tears with his hand and wiped her nose with a tissue, Inseo pretty much starting to calm down, but still sobbed and stuttered.

“A-appa, I-I had a nightmare” the girl rested her head on his shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he continued to caress her hair and grabbed the blanket to cover her, as the male noticed Inseo shivering. Once the girl shook her head, Felix was understanding and wouldn't force his daughter into things or even talk about something she didn't want to. “You can stay with me this night, I wouldn't want you to wake up again. Wanna watch Bluey?” A smile formed on his lips as the girl looked at him, her tears still drying off.

Her eyes sparkled and her bright smile which was the reason her dad nicknamed her 'sunshine' formed onto her lips, as she nodded “Blueyyyy!!”

"Shhh, Inseo, the neighbours are sleeping. Plus, if your mom gets back from work and sees us awake, we won't be able to watch Bluey anymore…" Felix put a finger over her mouth and spoke quietly, reaching for the remote and playing Inseo's favourite episodes. Covering himself too with the blanket, the male also made himself comfortable and continued playing with his daughter's hair as she was watching the show.

Despite being so excited to watch Bluey, after 10 minutes, the girl was quick to fall asleep due to being tired. Her head was resting on her dad's chest and her fluffy hair was covering her side profile, while her small hands were resting on the bed. The male was quick to notice how his daughter fell asleep. Felix gently and slowly took her off his lap and laid the girl on the bed, placing a pillow under her head and covering Inseo with a blanket to make sure she won't shiver. He left a soft kiss on Inseo's forehead and softly whispered “Good night, sunshine” A smile formed on the dad's lips, laying beside his daughter and hugging her, quick to also fall asleep.

When you came back from work, you couldn't help but look at Felix and Inseo in awe. Quickly taking a shower and changing clothes, you joined your boyfriend and daughter in the bed, laying next to Inseo. You left a soft peck on her forehead. And for your boyfriend, of course, a peck on the lips, before falling asleep.

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hi!!! i find your acc super helpful usually & i wondered if u could give any advice? i'm not diagnosed with anything so i'm hesitant to say i have an ed, but i have a lot of food-related anxiety and eating in front of people esp. when it's eating as a social activity like going out with friends for coffee makes me so nervous and i overthink everything about what & how i'm eating. i just find needing food embarrassing for some reason? it makes school quite hard since i don't feel at ease enough to eat there so by the end of the day i can't concentrate and i get headaches. do you have any advice for this situation? sorry for long ask & feel free to ignore!!

Hey, anon! No need to apologize, thank you for the ask! ��

I've dealt with the exact same thing. I handled it just like you did, by choosing not to eat, which gave me the same outcome. It was a few years before my ed, but oddly enough, people asked me all the time if I had one. (Btw I'm not saying you don't have an ed, I'm not a professional)

Here are a few things that helped me:

Try to rationalize the situation to the best of your ability. If you're in a situation where everyone else is eating (like being out with your friends, sitting at lunch if you're in school, or your break if you work), take a quick look around you and see what everyone else is doing. Everyone is doing their own thing. If you're out with your friends, chances are, they're eating. I know rationalizing anxiety/an ed is difficult, but if you're in a public place, or just in a room where there's only one other person eating, chances are, people aren't watching you eat. Something that helped me a lot was to think about the people I saw in public. Was I watching them eat/walk/sit/talk/etc? No, I'm focused on whatever it is I'm doing. Now, your friends might be watching you, but not for the reasons you think. If they're good friends, they won't be judging you for what/how you're eating.

Find a few foods you feel comfortable eating in front of others. When I was in my freshman year of high school, I was in the same situation you are, and only ate one specific food at lunch because I was extremely anxious about how people might perceive me. But, at least I was eating, and it got me through the day. If you think you'll be able to do this one, please pick something that will give you energy and sustain you throughout your day.

You need food. Everyone does. Every living thing needs some kind of sustenance to stay alive, and you are no different. No one is judging you for eating, I can promise you that. I know this anxiety will tell you that's not true, but as someone who was so plagued by anxiety she had to leave the public school system, let me assure you that your anxiety is not telling the truth. If it would be easier to do something like drink a protein shake, then maybe try that out.

Try to ground yourself in the moments of anxiety. Feel the chair you're sitting on, ask yourself what you can smell and what you can see. For example, if you're out with your friends, try to keep in mind that you're safe with them. They're your friends for a reason, and they won't judge you for eating alongside them, or eating period. If you're at school or work, remind yourself that everyone else in the room with you has eaten at some point in the day, if they're not eating right there in front of you. You are safe to eat.

I'm not trying to enable your worries when I say this, but if this is the only thing on the list that will help you, then I don't want to leave it out. If nothing else worked, maybe you could try eating somewhere in private. I don't mean when you're out with your friends, but if you're in school or something, and you don't want to eat in the cafeteria, maybe you could find a quiet spot to eat. When I was in 8th grade, I got permission to eat in the library with a few friends of mine who already ate in there due to my mass amounts of anxiety, which helped immensely, because I was able to eat. For this piece, I'm prioritizing the fact that you need to eat, and if this will help you eat, then so be it.

If you can, you might want to reach out to a professional. I don't mean to discourage you, but my anxiety only got better once I got help/medication. However, if you put me back in the school cafeteria, I'd go straight to square one again. If you can't get help, I suggest you do some research on anxiety/eds and see if that could help you or give you some tips on what you could do.

I really hope this helped, I hopefully things get better for you! If you feel like this didn't answer your question, or if you want to talk, please feel free to send me another ask or a dm! Lots of love to you, anon <3

#asks

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fairy-primarina528 · 2 years

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A Delighted Clove

Summary: Clover learns that her wish for a normal family life has come true. She's full of disbelief and excitement.

Author's Notes: Whoo, I finished writing my very first trilogy! This story is a sequel to The Stalwart Guardians and the conclusion to A Heartbroken Clove.

On her way from school, Clover was surprised by Zamazenta's presence in the front yard. This could only mean one thing: her mother has made an unexpected visit. Zamazenta noticed Clover approaching and happily nuzzled the little girl's cheek. Clover laughed as she petted the Warrior Pokemon affectionately. After a few minutes, she bid the legendary wolf farewell and rushed inside the house.

Hop and Gloria were in the living room. They cut their conversation short as their daughter started running towards them.

"Mummy, you're home! I thought you were busy preparing for the Gym Challenge," said Clover.

"Well, I have something very important to tell you," replied Gloria.

"It's good news! You're going to love this!" added Hop.

"Oh, really? What is it?" asked Clover warily.

"Starting next year, I won't be the Champion anymore. I'm stepping down from my position this year," answered Gloria.

Clover couldn't believe what her mother had just said. She stood frozen in place as she darted her golden eyes back and forth at her parents.

"So, Mummy's going to stop being the Champion. How does that work? Why is she quitting?" asked a bewildered Clover.

"The League gave me permission to retire. The Champion Cup will still take place as usual, but the only difference is that I'll be giving away my title no matter if I win or lose," explained Gloria.

"I'm quitting because the thrill of professional pokemon battling doesn't excite me anymore. I want to be there for my family. When your father told me about your feelings, it broke my heart. You matter to me more than all of Galar," she continued.

Her mother's explanation gave Clover a huge sense of relief. Her deepest desire to have a normal family life was coming true. Clover couldn't stop herself from crying. Tears were streaming down her face. Hop and Gloria rushed to their daughter's side. They wrapped their arms around her, forming a group hug. Clover leaned into her parents' embrace.

"Mummy's coming home for good after this year's Gym Challenge. I can finally have my mum back! I don't have to share her with Galar anymore!" sobbed Clover.

"That's right! You'll be able to spend more time with your mother from now on," consoled Hop.

"We can do all your favourite things like baking Oran berry muffins, tending the garden in our backyard, or strolling through the countryside," suggested Gloria.

"We could do all those things, but I just really want to eat dinner together with you and Daddy every day," said Clover.

"Is there anything else we could do for you?" asked Hop.

"Surely, there's more. Is it really that simple?" mused Gloria.

Clover laughed out loud as she looked at the confused expressions on her parents' faces. She broke herself off from their group hug. A big smile now adorned her face.

"You and Daddy taught me to appreciate the little things in life that most people take for granted. Eating meals together as a family has always made me happy!"

"That's very sweet of you, my lil' Clove!"

"So... what's your new job going to be when you're not the Champion, Mummy?"

"Well, I'll be helping your Dad with his Gigantamax research and monitoring power spots all over the region."

"Oh, you'll be working for Daddy as a research assistant!"

"That's right!"

"But, will you still come home early?"

"Don't worry, your Mum will be home before you get dimissed from school."

"Yay, we get to be a normal family!"

Later that night, Clover fell asleep peacefully. For the first time in a long while, she felt hopeful about the future. Her wish for some semblance of a normal family life came true, and she was overjoyed.

The End.

#clover: my postwick daughter #fairyprima headcanons

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yvesdeparfum · 2 months

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yves - fromm log July 2024

translations from Litell_Johnn unless otherwise noted

071524

Yves:

After nail shop I went shopping at Muji and as I came out I met two Engdus in a row How did they recognize me I was squatting down on the street Took photos holding all the stuff I bought ㅋ But usually At places like Daiso or Muji I can be found often I'm an unofficial ambassador '🍎 I'm an unofficial eatbassador at 60 Chicken' Amazing You like chicken?

[6 minutes later]

When's my food cominggg Gonna eat with Buldak '🍎 I'm an unofficial ambassador at Juno Hair. Last year I went at least once a month and sometimes twice' Agh so funny I see everyone has at least one ambassador deal

[5 minutes later]

I'm a house ambassador also My endorphins activate when I get home

071824

Right I'm gong on Oneuniverse.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ I wanna meet Tyla-nim too.. I will practice hard for the festival So that I will not ruin it,,, Let's gogogogogoooo

I see the vlog went downㅜ! Apparently it will probably go up tomorrow because of English subtitling.ᐟ Sorry ㅜㅜ.ᐟ '🍎 I saw a bit of the start and this vlog seems to be edited by Sooyoung-nim, is that right?' Yes I respect the editor-nims so much…. Huuuuueng ㅜ So you saw it already 🥴 So fast..?! You saw the whole thing? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I was worried it was no fun as I was making it Gowon just appears Haaa now you're looking forward to it more Don't It's honestly so low-quality Sobb Thanks Wait for tomorrow Also my fingernail got bent today while lifting a package ㅜ Blood streaming down But The bleeding stopped ㅋ Hang in there until festival, fingernail I'm going to another Yveslog filming tomorrow I'll send some Shop Makeup Yibu selfies

071824

Yves:

'🍎 I ate Qooqoo today' Haaa Takes me back to the days when I worked at the Airport Market Qooqoo location Every day I'd be like Ahh ... I burned another one... As I scooped a waffle onto the tray and I'd eat it I'm sorry

[4 minutes later]

Darn it I was telling a funny story Phone turned off So we weren't allowed to serve burnt ones So every day I'd be like "Welp, sure looks like I burned that..." and I would eat one at a time.. I'm sorry But I really worked hard Branch manager-nim No or I'd say I burned it but I didn't Right Back in my day the minimum wage used to be 6k or 7k.. It's all faint~~ in my memory At Shinsa Middle School? Was it I also worked at the Shinjeon Tteokbokki there We'd get entertainment agency orders and stuff The time I saw Kim Yeon-koung-nim was when I worked at Hongdae Dongburi near Hongik University Station I see that there are many newbie Engdus here Everyone don't leave meeeeeee I'll be good to you sobb '🍎 After you finished work at Hongdae did you hit up the food spots??' No Back in my day, after my shift they would be filming Street Date or whatever it was called for Entertainment Weekly and I'd have to wade through all the people

Yves:

'🍎 Did you join the Loona agency through casting or did you audition there' 1 I went to audition through an Incheon vocal academy > rejected 2 Went to the company's open auditions > they cut off right before my turn because they had too many people 3 Auditioned at Gangnam Dream Vocal > rejected A month later, around 10 o'clock, I was leaving academy to go to my acting lesson My instructor said, "The director at the company you didn't get into said he wants to see you again tomorrow~" I went there and it was Byeonggi director-nim I passed on the spot there Then I prepared for debut Right so in the reject folder I was in that pile and he picked me back out As expected of Father Byeonggi director-nim even sent me a massive bouquet when I debuted ㅜㅜ 🥹💗 This is really a secret but It's a secret so I won't do it When I decided to start over as a soloist I called Byeonggi director-nim on the phone and I cried my heart out But director-nim also cried. ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ That's a secret. I mean I was crying while talking about how At any rate gulp sob I was only able to debut during my hard times because blub gulp of director-nim so sob The meaning of those tears are tears of gratitude, that's what I don't know, I think that's how I felt back then After going through a lot of heartburn When I came across someone who listened to my heart That made me cry ~~~~~

Yves:

But seriously we are all together.. Even though we are scattered We can achieve our new dreams where each of us are now And then we can meet againnnn Loona you unpredictable troublemakers I love you '🍎 On a different topic, I'm actually grateful to the people who provoked Yibu at meetings by saying things like "You can't be a soloist" or "You need to be in a group"! Separately from how precious Loona is, it seems like they (unintentionally 😇) gave you a reason to reawaken yourself' Right! I didn't feel hurt even back then On the inside I was like "Darn it who are you to tell me this.ᐟ" thinking that Well no I did feel a little hurt.. ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ But I can just show you going forward Feels new to go down memory lane for the first time in a while I love youuuuuu I don't know if all my feelings will reach you But thank you for caring for me and loving me when I'm such a troublemaker~~~~~~~~~ Thinking back on all this, I realize I really am so happy right now Just like the memorable quote from The Light in Your Eyes, let's live in the present 😊💗 The me of today only exists because of me back then I was so overwhelmingly happy back then, too But I'm even happier now so I don't want to go back~ I'm going to make even happier things happen from now on So it's okay

#yves #sns: fromm #fromm translations #fromm 2024

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sweetfirebird · 2 years

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I am currently giving advice to a friend which is hilarious considering my own health issues, but look, I have chronic anxiety which American health care continually tells me to just exercise and meditate away, and I have been working on it for years and years, and sometimes the anxiety just evolves and figures out how to present itself in a new way and destroys my body in the process.

BUT it does this because I have learned to spot when trouble is brewing. Usually. Sometimes I miss it, or life is too stressful and I couldn't stop when I knew I should I have. But then of course things got worse. As they do.

My point to her, and to anyone who needs it is: the coming months are not going to be any less stressful and for some of us, they might even be more stressful, so if you can, you are able to financially or physically, you need to plan a break for yourself now.

No, it probably won't be enough. A weekend, a day or two, isn't going to repair all damage. But it's *something* and if you can, you should do what you gotta do.

In her case, that means leaving the kid with the boyfriend and disconnecting her phone and just like... sleeping more, and eating and watching what she wants, when she wants, for a day or two. Simple but so costly at the same time, you know?

Or just sleep.

Or just read all the things you want to read.

Or stay home and deep clean your house because it's been bothering you and you haven't had time to do it and it's making your brain Do Things.

idk

The end of the year in America in particular is a special sort of hell time. It's Christmas months 1-3 whether you celebrate Christmas or not. Family shit. Work shit. School shit. Flu season. Covid still around. Holiday crap. You name it, it's happening. *Elections* ugh it's gonna be exhausting. Try to give yourselves a break now. <#

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ayybtch · 3 years

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Bread

Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader, Baker!AU + Friends to Lovers

Chapter 5 of Made With Love

Word Count: 3,292

Chapter Warnings: Our two favorite idiots are so blind it’s not even funny, lots of yearning, some brief mentions of alcohol consumption towards the end

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for being patient with me on getting this posted. School and work have been crazy, but I’m almost done for the semester so hopefully it won't be as long for the next update. Shout out to my Grandma for sending me her paprikash recipe so I would actually know what I was talking about for this chapter. We literally never speak but she did me a real solid on this one and I will be adding paprikash into my regular cooking schedule once fall hits. Full disclosure though, I literally Googled “What wine pairs with chicken paprikash” and the wines mentioned are what it gave me. Please let me know what you think! I love reading your guys’s comments, it really makes my day.

Hey, so everyone is going to be out on a mission tomorrow night except for me. Any chance I can cash in on that raincheck? There’s a Bewitched marathon happening.

You smiled at Wanda’s message, quickly typing out your response. Definitely! Would you like to join me for bread day tomorrow?

She responded almost immediately. YES!

You couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. She had been wanting to make bread ever since the two of you made snickerdoodles. She brought it up almost constantly, mostly as a joke to get back at you for all of the times you teased her about it.

Up to this point, Wanda refused to accept any of your attempts to say thank you for helping you out through the cupcake debacle, saying that this was the sort of thing that friends were for. It only felt right that this should be the next thing to bake as your own special way of saying thank you.

As excited as you were to spend time with her and teach her how to do this, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly nervous at the same time. Why had Wanda decided to share her sexuality with you after all this time?

Okay, scratch that. You understood why she shared it with you when she did. The real question is what to do with the information now that you had it.

Was it just a general knowledge sort of a deal? Or was this her way of trying to say she was interested?

You groaned and put your head in your hands. This is why you hadn’t dated someone since your last relationship ended. You needed big flashing lights that screamed “I want to date you!” before you’d catch on, and even that didn’t work sometimes. If someone tried to be subtle, you were an absolute lost cause. You did your best to recall every interaction you had with Wanda that could even remotely be considered as her flirting or expressing interest.

She did smile at you a lot, even more than she smiled at Sam and Bucky who she clearly adored. She also certainly didn’t shy away from physical contact and had even initiated it several times. She had also remembered your coffee and bagel order from the one random time it came up weeks ago...

Suddenly, everything started to add up. All of those glances that had left your heart racing, all of those little touches...maybe Wanda was interested in you?

Your heart felt ready to burst out of your chest with joy.

Wanda didn’t arrive at the bakery until almost noon. The majority of the bread had been baked already; the only bread left to make was hers.

The two of you said your hello’s and caught up a bit as she stepped in to put on her apron and began washing her hands. Once the conversation slowed, you started your rundown for today’s bake.

“Bread is actually a lot easier than it looks but there are a couple of points we’re going to need to be careful at. I’ll remind you about them as we go about but I figured it would be good to have them all in your head now.

“We’re going to be very conscientious about temperatures this entire bake in a way we haven’t really needed to before. When we’re dealing with the yeast, we need the milk around 110 to 115o so the yeast activates properly. We also want things to be warm during the rise times, which shouldn’t be too much of an issue given the ovens have been on most of the day. Once it’s in the oven, we aren’t going to mess with it at all until the last couple minutes and that’s only if we need it to brown further.”

Wanda nodded along as you spoke. “I don’t know how much of an actual problem this is because you’re here, but I always hear a lot about overworking or underworking the dough. How do I know if it’s been kneaded enough?”

“Ah, good question! If the dough keeps getting really flat and not holding its shape, it’s underworked. If the dough is overworked, it gets kind of hard and not easy to work with. The good news is that we’re kneading by hand since it’s your first time and it’s a lot less likely to happen that way than in a mixer.”

She looked unconvinced but nodded. “Okay, so where do we begin?”

The first fifteen minutes of the bake flew by quickly. The yeast mixture had been prepared and was almost ready for the rest of the ingredients to be mixed in. Wanda was completely in awe at how the mixture looked.

To be fair to her though, the yeast mixture does look very weird if you’re not used to seeing it.

Once the flour, salt, and eggs were mixed in, the true fun began. Everything was mixed just enough to be combined into a rough, sticky ball of dough before being taken out of the mixer and onto the floured counter. Wanda followed along as you sprinkled some flour on your dough and began to knead, doing her best to mirror your motions.

You watched her out of the corner of your eye as you worked the dough, waiting to see what she would do. It was hard to hold back your giggles as you watched her. She was practically just squeezing the dough in different directions. You gave her a few minutes to see if she would work things out, but eventually, you set your dough down and moved closer to her.

“Here, let me help,” you said. Your hands moved so they were on top of hers, you tried guiding her through the motions, only for things to fail miserably.

“Okay, can I try something that might be a little weird? It’s just that I’m not used to kneading at an angle like that so it’s throwing off my muscle memory.”

She nodded and you adjusted yourself so you were now standing behind her. Your arms slid around either side of her waist and your hands rested on top of hers. This time, your hands knew what they were doing and you were able to help guide her through the motion. Even after she got it, you remained standing behind her, your chin resting against her shoulder.

The feelings that washed over you as you stood there with her were hard to describe. There was nothing necessarily comfortable about the position you were in, but your whole body felt more relaxed than it had all day. At the same time though, everything felt electrifying. You hoped she couldn’t feel the way your heart was thumping against your chest.

It wasn’t until you realized Wanda had paused and turned back slightly to face you slightly that you stepped back. An apology rose up in your throat only to die as you noticed the small smile on her face. You shot a smile back at her before moving back to your spot, turning your attention back to the job at hand.

The rest of the bake went smoothly, despite Wanda’s fretting about if the bread was rising enough. It didn’t take long before you had two perfectly round loaves of bread sitting next to each other on the cooling rack. Wanda had not stopped smiling since they came out of the oven. Even though that was her usual response, this time felt different.

For the second time that day, you were left trying to describe impossible feelings. Was it her eyes that felt different? They were lit beautifully, radiating so much joy it was impossible to not feel just as excited. But how was that any different from usual? Her eyes always captivated you and left you breathless. Maybe it was the new shade of pink lipstick she had on. It was perfectly accentuating the shape of her lips, to the point you couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to feel them pressed against yours.

You may not be able to pinpoint what the look was, all you knew is that you were grateful to be a part of why her smile was so big.

After she finished taking pictures of the loaves, she turned to you. “That was incredible! I had no idea bread could be that simple.”

You nodded along, unable to hold back a smile. “I told you it wasn’t too bad, there are just a couple spots you have to be sure to navigate well. And clearly -” you gestured towards the loaves, “- you did. Maybe I should start worrying about you stealing my job.”

Her laughter filled the kitchen at your teasing.

As her laugher began to die out, her focus turned back on to you. “Okay, so what time were you thinking of coming over? I’m making us dinner and want to try and have it finishing up right around the time you get there.”

You glanced over at the clock and then back to the to-do list written out on the whiteboard above your desk before answering, “I think it’ll probably be close to five if I had to guess. I still have to finish cleaning some stuff here and I promised to go help Charlie work out some menu options for that picnic thing that’s coming up.”

Wanda nodded along, “Are you going to that?”

“I’m working it, so I, unfortunately, don’t have much of a choice.”

She nodded again. “Same here, actually. All of the Avengers are required to be unless there’s some sort of alien invasion again or something…” She trailed off a moment before continuing. “I was planning on making paprikash. Is that okay with you? I don’t know if there’s anything you can’t or don’t like to eat.”

“I’ve actually never had that before so that would be wonderful! I’m pretty easy when it comes to food. The only things I don’t like are mushrooms and zucchini, but I’ll still eat them if I have to.”

Wanda gasped, “You don’t like mushrooms? How do you not like mushrooms?”

You just shrugged, “Okay, I’m actually pretty neutral on mushrooms. I’ll still eat them. I just don’t go out of my way to make them for myself. Zucchini is a firm no, though.”

She gave you a side-eye but relented. “Well, there are no mushrooms or zucchini in this, but just know I’m going to have to keep an eye on you from now on. I don’t know how we’ve made it this far into our friendship without me knowing you’re an anti-mushroom heathen.”

The two of you joked around for a few minutes longer before she left to start preparing for dinner.

Planning the menu with Charlie didn’t take very long, which you were grateful for. He already had a decent idea of what he wanted to do, so the main thing left was to figure out how much food to order to prepare it. The two of you also agreed upon what you needed to make. Most of your responsibilities centered around desserts, specifically pies, though you agreed to make some fresh rolls and soft pretzels as well.

You were thankful for the meeting to end though because it meant the remaining time you had left could be spent getting ready to go see Wanda.

‘Getting ready’ was perhaps a bit dramatic. You were just changing out of your usual work clothes into something a little cuter. It was nothing particularly fancy, but it was an outfit you felt both confident and comfortable in. You had also made sure to pack some toiletries that morning, allowing you to freshen up your deodorant and brush your teeth as well.

As you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jittery. The past few times you’ve made your way to that part of the building you’ve been nervous about the other Avengers not wanting you there. This time though, all of your nerves could be attributed entirely to Wanda. You weren’t sure what to expect of tonight, but you were determined to have a fun night filled with food and good company.

The warm smell of paprika filled the air and made your stomach grumble as soon as you stepped out of the elevator. Once you were inside, you found Wanda in the kitchen, stirring in some additional seasonings.

“This smells incredible,” you said, setting the two loaves of bread down on the counter.

Wanda beamed. “Thanks! This is my great grandmother’s recipe and is one of my favorite things to make.” As she set the spoon down, she walked towards the fridge. “I bought some wine to go along with dinner if you would like some.”

“Yes please, wine sounds amazing right now.”

“I have a chardonnay and a Barolo, which would you prefer?” she asked, turning back towards you.

You shrugged, “Whichever one you want.”

She nodded and pulled out the Barolo. It didn’t take long for the bottle to be opened and to have a glass of wine in your hand.

It wasn’t until you took your first sip that you realized Wanda had also changed. Your breathing hitched as you looked her up and down. Gone were her jeans and old T-shirts, replaced by a pair of cut-off shorts and a stylishly oversized T-shirt. If it weren’t for the fuzzy wool socks on her feet, you’d assume she was camera-ready. Hell, even with the funny socks she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

You realized you were staring and abruptly began looking around the kitchen, trying to find something to do that would take your mind off of how hot Wanda looked. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda shook her head no. “There’s not really anything to be done, this just needs to simmer for about another five minutes and we’ll be good to go. Why don’t you go have a seat at the table and I’ll be over in just a moment with some bread slices and butter. Once this is ready I’ll bring it in as well.”

You nodded and made your way out of the kitchen and towards the table.

It wasn’t until you were seated that you realized how well the table was set. Both seats had beautiful flatware laid out, with silverware organized neatly to the side. Underneath was a crisp, pure white table cloth. What caught your attention the most though were the two lit candles sitting between your chair and hers. It wasn’t until you noticed the candles that you also noticed the music playing softly in the background.

Everything about the setup screamed ‘fancy first date’.

Before you had much of a chance to dwell on the thought, Wanda arrived with several slices of bread and a small dish of butter. You thanked her before she walked back towards the kitchen. She returned soon after with the pot of paprikash, setting it on the hot pad in the center of the table. She walked around to her seat and soon both of you had your plates filled and began to eat.

It was impossible to hold back a satisfied sigh as you took your first bite. It tasted just as delicious, if not better than it smelled. The chicken was cooked perfectly and all but melted in your mouth. The paprika added a nice rich flavor and added extra depth to the creaminess of the sauce.

“Wanda this is incredible.”

She smiled at you brightly, “If you think it’s good by itself, try dipping the bread with some butter in it.”

You did as she said and this time instead of a satisfied sigh, you let out a satisfied moan. “You are going to have to give me this recipe. This is so good I don’t even know what to say, all I want to do is keep eating.”

Wanda laughed at your enthusiasm. “Tell you what, I’ll teach you how to make it sometime. It’s about time I taught you something in the kitchen.”

Dinner was a blast. The two of you spent more of it laughing and talking than eating. The bottle of Barolo was finished before dinner was done. It didn’t take long before it was replaced by the chardonnay.

Once dinner was over, you fought Wanda to let you help clean up the kitchen. Her argument that guests shouldn’t help was shot down as you pointed out she’s technically a guest in the bakery, yet she always helps clean up after she’s been in there. She grumbled about it but quickly conceded. It didn’t take long for the kitchen to be cleaned up and even less time after that for her to drag you over to the couch.

The first-ever episode of “Bewitched” was halfway finished by the time the two of you had settled into your spots on the couch. Currently, Samantha and Darrin were at his ex-girlfriend's house for a dinner party and the girlfriend was doing everything she could to make Samantha feel inferior. Samantha, of course, wasn’t having it and was willing to fudge her promises of not using magic to level the playing field.

Wanda laughed along perfectly in time with the sitcom track. The more she laughed, the more your attention turned from being on the TV to be on her. This was the most relaxed and happy you had ever seen her. She had a small, almost imperceivable smile that grew as she became more and more emerged into the episode. Each time she laughed, you noticed how her nose would scrunch up in the cutest way and it took everything you had to not lean over and kiss her.

What you wouldn’t give to make her as happy as this show.

It wasn’t until the end credits were about to roll that you forced yourself to look back at the screen, unsure of how she’d respond if she caught you staring.

As the next episode cued up, she reached out and grabbed her glass of wine before turning to face you.“So, what do you think? Could I have been a Samantha in another life?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Definitely, though I can’t see you being willing to hide your powers just because a man wants you to.”

Wanda nearly choked on the sip of wine she had taken. “You got me there.”

She finished the glass and set it back on the table before letting out a loud yawn. “Sorry, I probably should’ve warned you beforehand that wine makes me a little sleepy.” She paused for a moment before she continued, “It also makes me incredibly cuddly…”

A rush of emotions washed over you as you processed her words. Was she asking to come cuddle with you?

The hopeful look in her eye suggested she was.

Pure, unadulterated joy swept over your body and you had to fight the urge to jump up and down from excitement. You did your best to collect yourself before you replied, hoping that the answer was indeed what you were looking for.

“Is that your way of asking if you can come snuggle?”

She smiled at you sheepishly, which made you laugh. You moved over on the couch, moving around some of the throw pillows so you could lay down.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?”

Wanda didn’t hesitate for a moment and soon was laying on top of you, her head resting on your chest. One of your arms wrapped loosely around her back after she settled in.

A comfortable silence fell over you as you laid there together, watching Bewitched until you fell asleep.

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Swedish Holidays for all your Young Royals needs

Due to popular demand (by like five people) here’s a brief description of all the major Swedish holidays and how they’re celebrated because I can’t stand here and pretend as if we really celebrate Christmas the 25th. We have more holidays, I've only written about the ones we celebrate in my family. I come from a working class family and live in Southern Sweden, however I do have family in Stockholm. I'm not religious in any way and as far as I know, most families don't celebrate these holidays because they're religious, but because it's tradition.

yall better appreciate this, it took me literal hours

January

1: Dubbed as one of the collective pizza days in my household. It's the day after New Year, and most people either order in or eat leftovers.

Week 2 or 3: Most people return to their jobs, schools and other daily activities.

February/March

Fettisdagen ("Fat Tuesday"): celebrated 47 days before Easter. The actual date varies, all from early February to early March. It's an old Christian tradition where you'd eat fatty foods before the "before Easter"-fast and is supposedly a thing in other Christian countries as well. These days, most people celebrate by eating semlor with their family, and most don't fast before Easter.

The semla is a sweet bun with whipped cream and almond paste.

Våffeldagen (Waffle Day, 25th of March): I think this day stems from a Christian tradition, but these days the day is mostly to get together with family and eat waffles.

April

Påsk (Easter): Again, the date varies, but Easter is usually in April. Easter stems from Christianity and is celebrated to remember Jesus' death and resurrection. Easter spans over a week, but I personally only celebrate one of those days.

Påskafton (direct translation: Easter Eve, English translation: Holy Saturday) is the Saturday of the Easter week. In my family, the children get to look for Easter eggs (often filled with candy).

Some children also dress up as Påskkärringar (Easter crones) and I think this tradition has to do with the Witch Trials in Sweden, but I'm not sure. Chances are you won't need to know anything about this for your Young Royal fics, because mostly girls dress up.

Sometimes, we decorate eggs.

Later, we sit down to eat together and spend time with our families. Common things to eat for Easter is potatoes, eggs, herring and meatballs.

Valborgsmässoafton (Walpurgis Night, 30th): We burn a big bonfire in the evening to celebrate that spring is here. I live in a fairly small town, so mostly everyone gathers at one spot and burns the fire together. When the bonfire is burned, most people go home and that's it. It's also seen as a reason to have a party (mostly for teenagers and young adults, I think) and get drunk as fuck.

May/June

Sveriges Nationaldagen (Sweden's National Day, 6th of June): Most people are home from school and work. We hoist the Swedish flag. Idk. However, the Royal Family celebrates by getting dressed up in Swedish costumes. This year, the King held a speech and the family went to Skansen (which is an amusement park/zoo. You can read more about it here). There's music and the military does their weird little thing. You can watch the National Day Celebration on Skansen from 2014 here.

Midsommarafton (Midsummer): date varies, but is celebrated a Friday in late June. I'm sure there's a Christian explanation for this one, but I don't personally know it.

Midsommar (midsummer) means middle of the summer.

Again, this is a day to eat and spend time with your family (or drink, depending on who you are). We eat pretty much the same things for Midsummer as we do for Easter.

For Midsummer we also dance around a Midsommarstång (direct translation: Midsummer Pole, English translation: Maypole) and make flower crowns.

How Midsummer is celebrated depends a lot on your age (most teenagers and young adults again see this as a reason to party), where you're from and a million other things.

My personal favorite Midsummer tradition is probably more common in the country than in the city, for example. You're supposed to pick seven different flowers without saying a word. Then, you sleep with the flowers under your pillow. Supposedly, you'll dream of your future husband (or wife! But I think it's more common that women and girls do this). This tradition also varies. Some people say you need nine flowers and some people say you have to climb over fencing for it to count.

Some teenagers or young adults spend time with their friends to party, instead!

You can watch part of a Midsummer celebration at Skansen here.

The Royal Family usually celebrate Midsummer privately, but I think there's usually new pictures of the entire family around this time.

Day after Midsummer: Collective Pizza Day 2. Everyone either eats takeout or leftovers because no one can be bothered to make anything and like half of the population has the worst hangover they've had since New Year.

Summer Holiday Note: most people in Sweden have four weeks of paid leave each summer.

July/August

Kräftpremiär (Crayfish party) - date varies, normally early August. Basically people get together to eat crayfish and drink. You can usually get paper plates and plastic cups and whatever with ugly crayfish motives (which is fun), but I've never done this.

October

Halloween (30th): Halloween is nowhere near as big in Sweden as it is in the States. We just buy some lösgodis ("loose candy", where you can throw whatever kind of candy you want in a bag. See pictures). Trick or treat is so unusual in the town I grew up I've only ever had one kid ask for candy and when I celebrated Halloween with my grandparents (in a city not far from Stockholm), it was the same. I usually buy some candy and watch a horror movie, but that's about it.

However, Halloween is (again) a reason for teenagers and young adults to drink and party.

November

Alla Helgons Dag (All Saints' Day): Date varies, usually early November. It's a day to remember the dead and we usually light a candle at the grave yard.

December

Första Advent (First Advent): Date varies. Sunday four weeks from Christmas Eve. We mostly just light a candle, honestly. Then, each Sunday for the next four weeks, we light a candle. Here's actually the Crown Princess wishing Happy First Advent with her family! Unfortunately without English subtitles, but here's the translation: "Today is the First Advent. Advent means arrival and hope, something that feels extra important this year. (her husband lights the candle) We want to wish everyone a happy first advent!"

Andra Advent (Second Advent): date varies. We light the second candle.

Tredje Advent (Third Advent): date varies. We light the third candle.

Fjärde Advent (Fourth Advent): date varies. We light the fourth candle. In my family we usually decorate the tree this Sunday.

Julafton (Christmas Eve): Celebrated the 24th. YES, THE 24TH. Christmas Eve obviously varies from family to family, but there's a few things most people have in common. Usually, we get one gift in our sock (which hangs on our bedroom doors in my home, because we don't have a mantle) when we wake up. As kids me and my brother almost always got a movie or something to keep us busy until it was time to leave for our grandparents house.

For lunch we eat the Christmas dinner. It's the same damned food as our other holidays. Herring, meatballs, potatoes, sausages etc, but now, we also have julskinka (Christmas ham). Some people eat ham even for Easter, but we only really eat it for Christmas in my family. Obviously the food varies a little from season to season, but as a picky eater I always just eat potatoes, meatballs and ham.

At 3, Kalle Anka (Donald Duck) is on. Yeah, we watch the same damned stuff every year. It's tradition, alright? Anyway, Donald Duck lasts for an hour or so, and first you get to see Santa work in his workshop, then Disney characters wish you a Merry Christmas with scenes from their movies (original, I know). There's Lady and the Tramp, Donald Duck (obviously) and a million other things. Then there's also one or two trailers for movies Disney will release the coming year. I really couldn't be bothered to find everything on YouTube for you to watch, sorry!

After Donald Duck, we open the Christmas gifts in my family. Normally we just rip out gifts open lmao.

After opening the gifts, we usually eat a second time. This time it's time for porridge. Tomtegröt (Santa porridge) is sweet and often served with cinnamon. Usually, everyone is so stuffed at this point that you only eat because you "have" to eat porridge for Christmas (again, at least in my family).

The last thing we do in my family, is to get a puzzle out. My grandpa almost always gets a new puzzle for Christmas, so we'll put that on the dining table and work on it together until it's getting too late for us to stay.

The Royal Family usually release new pictures of the family for Christmas and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Day after Christmas: Not a collective pizza day! There's usually too much Christmas food left to be able to order pizza. Usually, we have Christmas food to eat for four-ish days after Christmas, and by then you're getting really tired of it.

Sometimes we watch something on television, but for the most part we just sit around and spend time together. I think the Crown Princess read something from the Bible this year? I'm not actually sure if the Royal Family go to the Christmas Service, but I don't think so.

Nyårsafton (New Year's Eve): last day of the year. We shoot fireworks, eat food and dessert and spend time with family. This day we normally eat something "fancy" or something you we don't usually eat.

At twelve, we go out to light some fireworks (or just watch fireworks). When that dies down, it's time for the cheese platter. My dad wants it, no one else ever eats from it, we still do it every single year because "it's not New Year's without it". When we've had the cheese platter, everyone go to sleep and that's that.

People obviously celebrate this differently, as well. It's not uncommon to go see your friends or have guests over, and some people party rather than have fancy dinner with their parents. I personally prefer spending time with my parents, because that's what New Year's is for me.

Some people give resolutions, but I think it's more common in the States.

Christmas Holiday Note: It's common for people to not work between Christmas and New Year's Eve where I'm from.

Some things you might want to know about the Swedish Royal Family and Sweden overall:

The Royal Family in Young Royals is not the real Royal Family (obviously).

The Royal Family usually spends time on Öland during the summers.

Chances are Wilhelm and his family live at Drottningholm Slott (Drottningholm Palace) and not Stockholm Slott (Stockholm Palace). Drottningholm is used as a home for the current King and Queen and is located west of Stockholm. However, the scenes where Wilhelm is home is shot at a palace called Stora Sundby Slott. I doubt Wilhelm and his family would live here if they were the actual Royal Family since it's used as a place for people to gather when they want to hunt for sport. However, if they truly live at Stora Sundby, it takes almost two hours to drive from Stockholm to the castle.

Bjärstad is AT LEAST two hours away from Stockholm.

Bjärstad to Stora Sundby Castle takes approximately an hour and a half by car, and between nine and twelve hours by bus. Which means these two boys can't just take a twenty minute bus to see each other.

Bjärstad to Drottningholm takes a little over two hours by car and four-ish hours by bus.

Bjärstad to Stockholm Slott takes over two hours by car and three and a half hours by bus.

Hillerska is shot at Kaggeholms Slott (Kaggeholm Palace), and is a hotel.

The age of consent in Sweden is 15, HOWEVER it's illegal to have sex with someone four or more years younger than you if you're not both over the age of 18. Let me illustrate: -Person A is 15 and Person B is 15. It's legal because both are 15. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 20. It's illegal, because there's a five year old gap between them. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 18. It's legal (but probably frowned upon), because they're both 15 or older and there's not a four year gap between them. -Person A is 18 and Person B is 30. It's legal, because both are 18 or older. Idk if this makes sense or if this is what it looks like anymore, but this is what it was like when I still went to school. Obviously people aren't going to run around and call you names if you happen to date someone four years younger than you (I know a girl who met a guy when she was 14 and he was over 20), but please, be mindful of this. Our age of consent doesn't give you a right to be weird and nasty to teenagers (yes, I'm talking about Edvin).

Also, the Royal Family have their own website, which you can find here. As far as I can see, there's more information on the Swedish page, but there's plenty translated to English. You can also read of the Swedish Royal Family and its history on the palaces's website, here.

All pictures have been taken straight from Google. I haven't used any sources, because this is shit I do every single year with my family. Feel free to correct me or add things you do, but keep it respectful, please!

Friendly reminder that I've simplified some parts of this to make sense, specifically the dates of the Advent celebrations.

If there's anything you don't understand or want more information on, you're welcome to contact me! I take pretty long to reply, but I'll definitely try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!

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nakachuchu · 4 years

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Hoodie Weather | Nishinoya Yuu

SYNOPSIS: You find a lost hoodie.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1452

WRITTEN: 03/14/2021

It was especially cold that morning. Nishinoya was in a rush and didn't have time to put his hoodie on. He woke up late for school as usual and was rushing to get to Karasuno.

He rushed to slide his card through the machine to enter the subway. His hoodie was laying on top of the school bag he held in his hand.

On the other side of the subway's entrance, you were running down the stairs. You rushed onto the train just as the doors were about to close.

You attended a different school, but the subway went to the station near your school. You stood up, holding onto the railing tightly, sighing at how crowded it was.

The train stopped to let some passengers off, and you noticed a hoodie laying on the floor. You looked up to see the fluttering of a black uniform and dyed hair before the doors closed. The uniform seemed like a male uniform.

You crouched down to pick it up, stumbling to get up when the train jostled to start. You waited for your stop as usual, then got off and looked around while holding the hoodie in your hand.

The weather was cold. You hoped the student would be okay without their hoodie. You stared at the bundled hoodie in your hand before sighing and walking the opposite way.

You were dreading school. You didn't feel like going to school. You swung your arm back and forth. The hoodie slightly unbundled and slapped against the wind.

"Aren't you cold, Noya?" Tanaka asked.

Nishinoya did notice a slight chill throughout the school day, but he didn't think much of it because of the school's heating system.

"I actually am," Nishinoya muttered. "I swear I brought my hoodie with me."

"The white one?" Tanaka asked.

Nishinoya nodded.

"You love that hoodie so much, it's like your baby blanket."

Nishinoya frowned. "It's so warm and comfortable. I think I left it on the subway."

He sighed and leaned back on his chair, then rubbed his face. Tanaka scooted his chair next to Nishinoya and wrapped an arm around him.

"So what are you going to do? Are you going to try to find your hoodie?" Tanaka asked. "It's Friday, dude, so there's two days until school starts again."

"I'll have to hope it's still there," Nishinoya replied.

"Man, that sucks. You may have to buy a new one."

"But I don't want a new one," he whined. "I want that one. Have some faith in me finding it."

"Tons of people get on that subway throughout the week. I would have stolen it if I saw it," Tanaka retorted.

"You suck."

"Your mom sucks."

"Don't talk about what my mom sucks."

"Is that your boyfriend's hoodie, Y/N?" your friend asked.

You shook your head. "That's funny, but no. I picked it up on the subway. I was going to return to the person who dropped it, but he left before I could. I saw part of his uniform though."

"Are you going to keep it?"

"No. Wouldn't it be awkward if I was wearing it and he saw me? I'd be so embarrassed," you explained.

Your friend laughed. "Only you would overthink things like that."

You sighed. "I'll admit overthinking can be bad, but it can be good sometimes. On tests, it's horrible, but in everyday scenarios, it can come in handy."

"How?"

"Well, what if you thought you forgot your lunch, but you were too lazy to check, so you decide to leave the house without? So you're on your way to school already, but you start to get antsy with the thought of not eating during lunch while everyone else is eating. You end up checking inside your bag for your lunch, and it's not there. You go back home, find it's waiting for you on the counter, then you finally go to school," you ranted without pausing.

You were breathing heavily while your friend stared at you with her mouth open.

"The fact that you just thought of that example is what shocks me the most. But yeah, I see your point."

You snapped your fingers like a poet. "Thank you. So I'm going to try to find the guy who lost his hoodie, but I only know what his uniform looks like. I don't know what he looks like."

"Well, that'll be hard. It's the weekend tomorrow, so even if he does use the subway again, he won't be wearing his uniform."

You sighed. "I guess I'll just wait for Monday."

You didn't have to return the hoodie, but you were taught by your parents to return things to its owners.

Once you got home, you laid the hoodie down on your desk and stared at it.

"You're one small hoodie," you muttered. "The guy wearing you must be small."

As if the hoodie was calling to you, you reached out and grabbed it, unfolding the hoodie to put it on.

The sleeves were much longer than you thought they would be, but the torso seemed to fit fine. You hesitantly brought the sleeve of the hoodie to your nose and sniffed it.

It oddly smelled like the orange essential oil your mother liked to put around the house to make it smell good.

You decided to take it off before anything got weirder. You neatly folded it again and set it back on your desk.

You really hoped you'd be able to give it back to the right person and not a stranger.

It was Monday morning.

You woke up early today because you were determined to return the hoodie to its owner.

You stood up on your toes to search through the crowd of people at the station. You were trying to find the uniform of the student, even though you didn't know his face or his name.

You were ready to give up and try again, but then you saw his uniform leaving the station on the other side.

You checked the time on your watch. You would be a few minutes late to school, but you decided that returning the hoodie was more important than first period.

You ran after him, weaving through the crowd of people.

"Um - excuse me!" you shouted. "Excuse me! The shortie in the black uniform!"

"Who are you calling—"

His brain fired blanks when he saw how pretty you were. He couldn't believe someone as attractive as you was talking to him. He looked around and pointed to himself.

"Me?"

"Uh... Yes, you," you answered as you stopped in front of him, a few feet away.

Unlike Nishinoya who was breathing normally, you were huffing from the run. There was fog around your face as you exhaled and inhaled. You extended your arm out with the hoodie in your hand.

"I think this belongs to you," you said.

Nishinoya looked back and forth from the hoodie to your face. He walked closer to you and slowly grabbed his hoodie.

"Hey, thanks!" he exclaimed, feeling a huge weight off his shoulders. "I've been looking for this."

You softly smiled. "Yeah, I had a feeling. I should...go to school now. Um—it was nice meeting you."

Nishinoya nodded.

You began to turn around, but he grabbed your wrist. Not expecting that, you fell off balance and staggered back.

Your back pressed against his chest as he caught you. The two of you looked at each other. Your faces were only centimeters apart from each other. The two of you were spotting similar blushes.

"Yes?" you whispered.

"Um—Y-You didn't bring a jacket today. It's pretty cold. You should borrow this for today and return it to me another day," Nishinoya said.

"But how will I find you?" you asked.

"We could...exchange numbers?" he asked. "Only if you want to," he added.

His eyes darted around nervously. You laughed a bit and nodded.

"I'd like that."

"Really?" he asked. "All right!"

"Maybe you could let me go first," you suggested.

"O-Oh, s-sorry!"

He quickly let go of you and stepped away, rubbing his neck nervously. You smiled and took out a piece of paper and a pen from your school bag. You leaned in and pressed the paper against his chest. He stiffened from how close you were. You wrote down your number on the paper, then tucked it into his pocket.

"I'll see you later?" you questioned.

"Uh-huh," he absentmindedly answered.

You smiled and waved goodbye to him as you jogged in the direction of your school. Nishinoya blinked at the spot you once stood at and took your number out from his pocket.

"Y/N, huh?" He grinned. "Tanaka's never gonna believe this!"

#haikyu x reader #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya Yuu x reader #sfw

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writteninkat · 3 years

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xii - overwhelmed

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"if i love you was a promise, would you break it if you're honest?"

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You walk towards the classroom with your palms sweating and your heart about to beat right out of your chest. You had just confessed to Katsuki thinking he also felt the same, but all he replied was a lousy 'you don't even know me'.

You furrow your brows, clenching your palms into fists in irritation. How am I so stupid? I came to Japan to prove myself and to that dumb father of mine that I can be a powerful hero! And yet here I am being swept off track by some lousy high school crush!

"Careful- if you stare any harder you're gonna melt holes through the walls." A tired and very familiar voice calls out feom behind you. You turn around, anger still clouding your head as your eyes fall on a violet-haired boy.

"Careful- if you don't do anything about your lack of sleep anytime soon you're gonna collapse." You spat back; suddenly everything around you vexes you. You send a mental message to everyone in school; today you're hot-headed, your patience is as thin as a hair strand and taking out your anger through physical violence seems like an amazing idea right about now.

"Jokes on you, I've been like this my whole life and I've never collapsed." He smirks, causing you to raise a brow. "Okay maybe I never collapsed from my lack of sleep."

"Look what the hell do you want?"

"Well- thought you looked pretty upset." He holds up two pastel yellow-colored papers. "And I just so happen to have two free ice cream passes for that new ice cream place right beside the campus." He takes a look at his watch, "We still have an hour and thirty minutes till the bell rings. What do you say?"

"And that idiot just says 'you barely even know me'" You wave your hands up, making a dumb face as well as a dumb voice to match, "like hello! I know I barely know you and that's why I feel so upset and conflicted right now! You get what I mean???" You huff back on your seat, shoving the small pink translucent teaspoon in your mouth.

Shinsou nods his head, eyes on his ice cream as he shoves a few scoops in his mouth. "Mmm- this banana flavor tastes amazing. You should try it." He offers his cup to you, making you frown.

"You're such a jerk! I thought you brought me here to let me vent out my anger." You frown, your eyebrows knitting together as you place your cup on the table, leaning back on your seat as you crossed your arms.

"I did. I listened as you vented out your anger to me and we're having ice cream but I never said we were going to talk about the situation." He points out, annoyingly unbothered expression resting on his face as he continues eating his own ice cream.

You look at him in irritation and silence for a few moments, trying to calm yourself before taking your little teaspoon and scooping a bit from his own cup. You shove the scoop inside your mouth, pouting. "The banana tastes amazing." You huff, expression still angry.

Shinsou chuckles lightly, the small smile actually lighting up his usually dark features. "It is, isn't it?" You've only ever met one person with a so-called 'contagious smile' and he was the funny boy you met at the park one day.

Ethan will have to share his spot in my list for 'contagious smiles'. You thought to yourself, letting a smile break your frown as you look down at your ice cream.

"Have you seen the new conjuring movie? It's pretty cool, a solid six out of ten." He shrugs. You shake your head, "I can't watch scary movies. I won't be able to sleep especially now that I live alone."

He raises a brow at you, "Oh come on. We can watch it together through video chat or something. I really wanna see you piss yourself while watching it." He chuckles, causing you to squint your eyes at him. "Is that a challenge?" You point your spoon accusingly at him.

"What if it is? You gonna back out? Loser?" He pushes jokingly, mirroring your squinted eyes. You bring your hand on the table in a fist, "Oh it's on."

Shinso walks you to your classroom just five minutes before the bell is about to ring. "How can I contact you?" He asks, doing the thing with his hand behind his nape as he looks away. "Here." You tug at his hand, writing down your discord account with a marker. "Call me after the sun sets. I'll be home by then."

He waves you good bye and you step in, almost completely forgetting about why you were annoyed so early in the morning. Your eyes fall on the blond boy, still looking angry as usual. His eyes meet yours for a fraction of a second before your looking towards your seat.

As you sit down, the bell rings and in comes Aizawa, tired as ever. "Today, you will all be choosing your hero names. This has a lot to do with the Pro-Hero draft picks and because you are only first years, any offers can be taken back before you graduate." He explains, pointing at a chart where Todoroki's, Katsuki's and your names are written at the top with thousands of heroes wanting to recruit you.

"You will all spend one week interning with the pro heroes you choose or those who chose you, depending on if you have multiple offers or just one." Aizawa continues to talk about the importance of hero names before Midnight walks in the classroom.

The class begins to cheer in excitement as they all are given boards and markers for their names. The cheering and yelling dies down in a few minutes but the excitement doesn't. You smile, feeling your heart throb at the innocent looks in your classmates' faces.

Each of you all are being called up to present your hero names and as your turn slowly comes closer, your palms begin to sweat and that feeling of not being able to stand properly hits you.

"L/n Y/n. It's your turn, come on up sweetie." Midnight calls for you, curling her fingers a few times. You stand from your seat, walking towards the front, keeping your eyes forward and looking anywhere but Katsuki's eyes.

You flip your board around. "I chose the name Tempest. It means a violent windy storm." Midnight claps her hands, "I love it! Basically telling the villains not to mess with the storm." She cheers, allowing you to walk back to your seat.

"So! Have you guys chosen an agency yet?" Mina asks, shoveling food in her mouth as Kirishima and Sero follow suit. You shrug your shoulders, "I'm having a difficult time choosing between Hawks' agency or Endeavor's agency. I want to work on my speed but then again, Endeavor's the number two. It'd be a waste to throw this chance away."

"And yet," Denki points his fork at you, "It's also a waste to throw away the chance of working with Hawks. I heard he's the youngest pro right now who has his own agency and is in the top ten."

As you were about to scold the blond for talking with his mouth full, Katsuki marches towards the table, setting his tray down before sitting down beside Kirishima. You look at the empty space beside you and your mood immediately turns sour.

Wow. Sure, he has the right to feel uncomfortable with my sudden confession but to not actually have some type of closure? You sigh, not bothering to finish your food before standing up. You slide your tray to Denki, earning a cheery mouthful 'thanks!' from him before you walk away.

You walk out the classroom upset, tired and hungry. Your mind races back to the tuna sandwhiches the cafe sold and your mouth immediately begins to water.

"Hey idiot."

All your food fantasies disappear the moment his gruff yet very warm and relaxing voice calls out to you. To make sure you weren't about to embarrass yourself, you look in front of you, searching for someone else only to be greeted by an empty hallway.

Slowly, you turn around, pressing your lips together as you look at Katsuki with the most nonchalant look you could pull, no matter how much you wanted to scowl at him.

"What's up?" You ask, mentally slapping yourself. What's up? What's up??? Who the fuck do you think you are to him, Kirishima??

He looks awaw, walking towards you. "They have new matcha cookies today. I checked before I got here."

You stand there, staring at him for a second, two seconds, five- ten- "Dumbass. Yo. Can you hear me?" Katsuki snaps his fingers in front of you, gaining your attention as he snaps you out of your daze- literally. "Well?"

As much as you want to say yes, accept his offer and just live a happy life, you didn't want to live a confusing one where you get hurt in the end. "I don't see why you have to do this, honestly." You look to your right, looking out the windows.

"We hang out, I feel like you're treating me differently than the others, I feel like I'm special to you, I recognize my feelings, and although I feel conflicted and upset I still confess my feelings to you." You grip onto your bag, "And you respond to me by what- telling me I barely know you?"

You look back at him, the corners of your lips pulled downwards sightly. "Katsuki I- I got the message, okay? Don't do whatever this is to me because from my point of view, you're leading me on cause you can't voice out or even figure out your own feelings." You motion your arms between the two of you. "If you liked hanging out with me, I'm sorry but I gotta keep some distance between the two of us before I go confessing to you again like an idiot."

You stand there, eyes dropped to the floor in silence.

Say something, you idiot! Fucking say something to me! Tell me how you feel- it doesn't matter if it'll hurt me, just say something!

"I'm sorry."

You look up at him, confused. His brows are knitted together in dejection as his shoulders sag momentarily.

You feel your eyes prickle with tears as you nod, pressing your lips together. "Okay." You click your tongue, turning away as you walked from the unnervingly quiet boy.

As you reach your apartment, the sun has already set, you're tired, your cheeks are stained and are still being stained with tears and your phone is blaring.

You answer it without another thought, Shinsou's tired and relaxed voice giving you a soft 'hey'. You can hold it in much longer as you break down into sobs.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, Y/n." He sounds genuinely concerned. You sob for a few moments, letting out all the emotion you've pent up inside you as you walked back to your apartment.

"I-I just-"

Another call interrupts the two of you, making you furrow your brows. "Hold on-" You sob, your eyes scanning down your screen to see your mom calling you. You put your call with Shinsou on hold, answering your mom.

"Hey mom!" You cheer, trying to act as gleeful as possible. "Hey baby! So I heard you have a boyfriend, your aunt Miwa sent me a picture of the two of you in the paintball place? I just thought maybe you wanted to know about that boy's abrasive and violent past?"

He's not your boyfriend.

"What- you looked into him?" You yell.

"Well I had to! It's my first time my baby has a boyfriend. Anyway, I don't mean to be that mom but I don't think he's a good fit for you, honey. He's bullied countless students in middle school and after observing how he acted in the sports festival, I don't think that boy changed at all." Your mother does sound truly concerned for you but everything seemed to be too much for you today.

Before you can even think of the sentences you want to say, you hear a knock on your door. You sigh, pacing towards it as you pull it open, brows furrowing in anger at the sight of your father in front of you.

"Y/n I just want a second chance-"

You yell.

You yell out your frustrations, your sadness, your hesrtsches, everything. Every single emotion you felt today just came pouring out as you yelled from the top of your lungs.

Your body falls to the floor as your limbs begin feeling like jell-o and your head begins to spin. You hear your father ordering his guards around frantically, but his words are all muffled and unclear. You begin seeing double- seeing two of your father really isn't helping right now.

"Hey, Y/n, baby keep your eyes open for me. I'll bring you to the hospital just-"

"Can all of you just shut the fuck up for a moment?" You whisper weakly before darkness swallows you up once again.

It's cold. It's dark. You're alone.

You're always alone.

#bakugou fanfiction #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #mha bakugou #bakugou bios #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero fluff #my hero fanfic #my hero fluff #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia fluff

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bellamer · 3 years

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Hanging In The Storage Closet

Keeping their relationship under wraps was the hardest thing they ever had to do. They couldn't do any PDA aside from Nino's usual 'goodbye' and 'hello hugs' because it seemed like people were lurking in every corner. Adrien couldn't get away from Gorilla long enough and it felt like Lila was trying to physically attach herself to his hip 24/7, not to mention Chloé always breaking his and Nino's hugs to hug and kiss on him. Their only form of escape was hiding out in a storage closet during their lunch hour, yet they couldn't do that for long because people started to wonder why they just disappeared during lunch.

"I'm sick of this." Adrien said, in the cramped closet space as he was squished against Nino. "Nino, we are literally in the closet." He laid his head on Nino's shoulder. "Why don't we just come out with it ? Say that we're dating. I don't care what anyone says."

"And if your dad finds out ?" Nino asked. "You know he'd throw you right back into total isolation, home schooled, lock you away and throw away the key."

"Then I'd just need my knight in shining armor to come save me from my tower." Adrien pressed a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek. "I know all of the security camera's blindspots, I'll sneak out to see you."

"I think your dad is right. I am a bad influence on you." Nino chuckled. "Because you've never been this rebellious before."

"Love makes you do crazy things." Adrien said, pressing a quick kiss on Nino's lips. "I've ditched way too many fencing lessons by bribing my teacher with my model money too, so I'll always find a way."

"Adrien Agreste has a secret bad boy side. Who would've thought ?" Nino asked in fake surprise. "I thought I knew you." He joked.

"I'm full of surprises." Adrien winked. "Can we leave this closet now ? It's getting hot."

"Of course." Nino said. Both boys stood up, stretching as best as they could before leaving the closet, only to accidentally bump into someone they weren't expecting. Lila Rossi herself.

"There you are Adrien !" Lila huffed "I was looking all over for you ! I wanted to eat lunch with you-" She then spotted Nino and where the two came out from. "Why were you two in the storage closet ?"

"Adrien had a migraine so I thought sitting in the dark, cool closet, away from loudness, noise and bright colors would do him good." Nino said, making up something on the spot. Lila wasn't the only one who could lie. The difference was that Nino used his for good and wasn't constantly lying. "He didn't want to go to the nurse's office, so I took him here."

"I feel a little better but my head's still killing me. I think I might have to call my father and go home early..." Adrien said weakly, holding his head. Adrien couldn't lie for shit, but he was going along with what Nino was saying so the lie was a little believable. To him, it wasn't really lying. It was more like 'pretending' or 'acting'.

"Come on dude, I'll get you a bottle of water before the lunch period ends." Nino said, leading Adrien away, rubbing his back as Adrien acted like he had the most throbbing headache. He technically did have a headache that came and went though. It's name was 'Lila'.

"You really just located us to a slightly bigger storage closet ?" Adrien asked as they shut the door behind them. "At least this one isn't as stuffy."

"I had to relocate us, Lila started hanging around our usual storage closet." Nino said. "Besides, I like this one better. It's roomier... no various liquids on the floor... plenty of toilet paper to sit on."

"Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I just.. stopped listening to my dad. If I wasn't so afraid. We probably wouldn't have to do this anymore." Adrien leaned against his boyfriend. "I could be confident and love you in public and he couldn't tell me shit. We're close to being adults, how am I going to function if I'm still afraid of him ?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." Nino insisted. "Your dad won't be able to tear us apart, I won't let him. Besides, if I ever told my mom, she'd bust into your house and drag him by his tie and beat him with her sandal. She's scary as hell."

"Thanks, but as funny it would be, I don't want to see my father get beaten with your mom's sandal." Adrien laughed.

"Bold of you to assume that I can control my mother's rage." Nino laughed, before reaching into his nearby bag and pulling out his nintendo switch. "Anyways, enough talk, I bought my switch so I can show you how to play Mario Kart, now let's pick your character."

"I want to be Princess Peach." Adrien said.

"Princess Peach ? Why Princess Peach ?" Nino asked, glancing at his boyfriend. "Daisy and Rosalina are better than her."

"Princess Peach is pretty and blonde just like me, dont you think it's appropriate ?" Adrien joked with a cheeky smile.

"Rosalina is pretty and blonde just like you too." Nino rolled his eyes.

"I just want to be the pretty blonde princess Nino, let me be the pretty blonde princess."

"Fine, but I'm gonna start calling you 'Peach as your new nickname"

"You're not going to really do that, are you ?"

"..."

"Nino ?"

"..."

"Nino ?!?"

"I had to chew my leg off just to get away." Adrien said, sneaking into the closet. Nino was already in there, playing on his switch.

"Who ya runnin' from, Peach ? Lila ? Chloé ?" Nino asked, calling Adrien by his new nickname. Adrien pouted at the nickname. It's been two weeks and Nino was still calling him 'Peach' but his new excuse was that Adrien's face was round and soft and was pink like a peach whenever Nino flustered him.

"Neither. I'm running from Wayhem." Adrien said, sitting next to Nino. "He transferred schools and is hellbent on spending all of his time with me. He starts tomorrow but was touring the school today."

"The overly attached one ?" Nino asked. Adrien nodded.

"He means no harm. He's nice. Just overwhelming." Adrien said. Suddenly he heard familiar footsteps. Adrien covered Nino's mouth and nose to silence his breathing.

"Adrien ? Where'd you go ? I swore I saw you turn this way ? Huh. Maybe you went back to the cafeteria !" Wayhem's voice said. They heard his footsteps until they were silent and Adrien was sure that he was gone. He uncovered Nino's mouth and let out a breath of relief himself.

"That was like a scene in a horror movie." Nino said, shuddering. "This closet made it no better."

"How does it feel that everyone is trying to get a piece of your boyfriend ?" Adrien asked. "Does it bother you or-"

"I'm honestly used to it." Nino said. "You know I don't get jealous. I'll always know you love me. That's why you've been risking everything so we can have our closet hour together and if that isn't love, I don't know what it is."

Adrien blushed at that, looking away before kissing Nino's cheek, which made Nino light up with a smile. Maybe closet time wasn't so bad after all. It gave him quality time with the guy he loved.

#adrien agreste #adrinino #miraculous ladybug #nino lahiffe #miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir #lila rossi #wayhem #secret relationship #idk #i was bored and thought of this #chloe bourgeois

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