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aryadelvich · 5 months ago

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Popular girl x nerdy Lulu, Luigi Mangione

(I don’t know if it’s him in this picture but it looks exactly like him)

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You were the new girl at university. You had missed the first semester for medical reasons, but now everything was fine. You quickly managed to fit in, and soon, you became the popular girl—the one everyone wanted to be friends with, the one who rejected every guy on campus.

Except for one: Luigi.

He never really tried to talk to you. He was always with his friends, and sometimes, your groups would cross paths and exchange greetings. While the other guys in his group were friendly and eager to chat, he remained distant. He didn’t look at you, didn’t talk to you, and when he did, it was brief—just the usual polite courtesies.

Everyone thought you hated him because he was the only one who didn’t give you attention, but it was quite the opposite. He was the only one who didn’t approach you expecting something in return.

The popularity you had built was just a shield. In truth, you were pretending to be someone else, just to fit in, just to avoid eating lunch alone. But part of you felt heavy, out of place. Every conversation, every topic—you were always pretending.

In high school, you didn’t have many friends. People thought you were too weird. The only friends you had were the other "weird" ones, and though you still kept in touch, they were no longer in the same city as you.

But Luigi—he had no trouble being himself. He dressed however he wanted. Once, one of your "friends" mocked him for wearing this same adidas — which you find so cute— sweatshirt several times in a few weeks. He had simply replied, sarcastically, that washing machines existed. She immediately fell silent.

Inside, you were thrilled. It wasn’t something to comment on in the first place, but you didn’t have the courage to go against your friend. You didn’t want to be pushed out of the group.

Luigi did whatever he wanted, with passion—video games, sports, traveling, outings, museums, books, movies…

You found yourself thinking about him often. He was so kind, yet he never let anyone take advantage of his kindness. And he did it all so effortlessly. You envied him.

And now, it was the moment you looked forward to every day—the moment your friend groups crossed paths in the hallway.

He was there, right in front of you.

"Hey, Y/n," he said, glancing at you briefly before greeting the other girls by name.

He was always modest, never looking down on anyone. He called everyone by their name, and if he didn’t know it, he would politely ask.

And just like that, the moment you had been waiting for was over. The groups went their separate ways.

It was too short. You wanted more. But not in a romantic way—platonically. He was inspiring.

"I matched with Luigi yesterday," one of your friends, Elena, suddenly announced.

All the girls turned to her instantly.

"What? That Luigi? The nerd? He has Tinder?" they asked, surprised.

"Yeah, his friends made him one because, according to them, he really deserves to find love."

"Nobody’s good enough for him," Emma added.

"Well, he chose me," your friend smirked. "I mean, he’s a little awkward but I can change him, give him a makeover." She added, "The other day, he took off his sweatshirt because he was hot, and I saw his amazing abs."

You sighed internally, feeling a little disappointed.

Luigi was interested in her?

He hadn’t had many—if any—relationships before, and for some reason, that had reassured you.

"Why aren’t you saying anything, Y/n? Aren’t you happy for me?"

So hypocritical.

"Of course I am," you forced a smile. "If you’re happy, then I am too."

•••A few hours later•••

You had finally managed to slip away from your group of friends. You had to get to your math club, and you didn’t want them to know. If they found out, your reputation would be ruined.

You cursed yourself internally.

Why were you doing all of this? Be yourself, Y/n. Let go. Stop caring about what people think.

Easier said than done.

You stepped through the door of the club. The room fell silent.

"Uh, the fashion club is down the hall," one of the members said.

"This is the math club, right?" you asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah…?"

"Good. This is exactly where I meant to be. I’m Y/n, and I’d like to become a member."

"We all know who you are," they said in unison.

"Okay, then let’s get started," you said, putting down your things.

"Sorry, but we only accept people who have a good level in math. You don’t exactly seem like someone very committed to studying," the club leader admitted.

Then, a deep and familiar voice cut through the silence.

"At least let her try. You’re judging without knowing."

You recognized it instantly.

Luigi.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Why was it beating so fast?

He looked at you kindly—something no one else in the room did.

"Luigi, we don’t have time. The competition is in three weeks, and she has an entire semester to catch up on," the club leader protested.

"Then let’s give her a problem that covers everything we’ve studied. If she has gaps, I’ll personally tutor her," Luigi suggested.

One-on-one lessons? A little voice in your head told you to make a few mistakes just to get that time with him. But your desire to prove yourself was stronger. Besides, Luigi already had a date coming up, and it definitely wasn’t with you.

"I’ll take on any challenge you give me. I promise I have the skills and the motivation," you said with determination.

Luigi looked at you, amused. The club members exchanged glances before agreeing.

Selena—one of the members—wrote a complex equation on the board. You had twenty minutes to solve it.

You looked at the equation. A heavy silence filled the room. The club members watched you, waiting to see if you were up to the challenge.

Without hesitation, you picked up the marker and started writing. Step by step, you broke down the problem, quickly finding the best approach. The room remained silent, except for the faint sound of the marker gliding across the board.

After a few minutes, you boxed your final answer and turned around.

The club leader checked your work, his eyes scanning each step. Then, he let out a small sigh.

“…It’s correct.”

A few murmurs of surprise echoed through the room.

Luigi smirked. “Told you. You judged too fast.”

The leader hesitated, then finally said, “Alright. Y/n, welcome to the club.”

Relief washed over you. You had done it.

Luigi met your gaze and gave you a small nod of approval. For some reason, that felt like the biggest victory of all.

The only two other girls in the group were thrilled. The guys, however, grumbled.

"It’s normal they’re a bit jealous," Luigi reassured you. "You’re the first one to solve this problem."

"Oh, I see. And to think girls are the ones with a reputation for being catty," you teased.

Luigi chuckled.

"I have to admit, I’m surprised to see you here. This doesn’t really seem like your thing" he said.

"My thing ?” You echoed. “What exactly is ‘my thing’ supposed to be ?"

"No, I just mean… you’re Y/n. The popular girl. You hang out with the most popular group, go to all the parties, all the events…" he explained.

"You hesitated, glancing around before lowering your voice. "Well, I’d rather people not know I’m here, so… let’s keep this between us."

His brow furrowed. "Why?"

You exhaled, already regretting bringing it up. "Because it wouldn’t exactly help my reputation." You admitted.

His expression changed—he was always so expressive—and now, you could tell he was judging you.

"Oh, I get it. You wanna be the cool girl who cares about nothing."

“That’s not true”your jaw tightened.

But even as you said it, you weren’t sure if you believed it yourself.

And judging by the look on his face, neither was he.

Maybe that’s why he barely spoke to you—he had probably seen right through you.

"So that’s why you hardly ever talk to me? Because you think I’m fake and shallow?" You needed answers.

His expression softened slightly, his brows lifting just a little.

"N-no, that’s not it. Trust me. I’m sorry for what I said. It was mean. I just… never mind. Forget it."

"I should get to work before the group kicks me out," you said, ending the conversation.

"I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret," he reassured you.

"Do whatever you want," you muttered. You just wanted to focus on math.

He lowered his head, looking almost ashamed. He hadn’t meant to upset you, but it had been a long time since someone had been that honest with you—not even your so-called friends.

••• Few weeks later

A few weeks had passed. You loved your new club. Everyone was great, and no one looked down on anyone else. Everyone helped each other. At first, they had been distant, seeing you as the superficial girl who thought she was above everyone, but you had proven them wrong. Now, conversations flowed easily.

And then there was Luigi.

Just his presence was enough to brighten your day. You wished he felt the same way, but he never seemed interested in anyone. He never talked about girls, and whenever someone brought up the topic, he completely dodged the question.

The competition was in two days, and you and Luigi had been chosen as the team’s representatives. The members had picked the two most “presentable” people for the so-called "beauty privilege," which had shocked Luigi. He never thought he would be chosen, believing himself to be far from attractive. But he was the only one who thought that. He had no idea how effortlessly charismatic he was, which only made him even more charming.

"Hey, want to meet up tonight to go over our presentation?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd love to," you replied enthusiastically.

"Let’s say 6 PM?"

"See you later." You smiled before heading off.

••6 PM••

Sitting side by side in the library, you were going over the final points for the competition. Papers were scattered across the table, filled with calculations and notes.

"Are you nervous?" Luigi asked, leaning back in his chair.

"A little," you admitted. "I trust our skills, but the idea of speaking in front of a jury stresses me out."

He nodded. "Yeah, that’s always the hardest part. But honestly, you’ve got nothing to prove—you already impressed the whole club."

You smiled.

He was about to add something when someone interrupted the conversation.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Hey, Luigi."

It was her. Again. What did she want? She walked over and sat next to you.

"Are you taking private lessons, Y/n?"

You didn’t know what to say. But it was so ridiculous—why hide it? Just admit the truth, this isn’t high school anymore.

"Yeah, she didn’t understand much in applied math, so I’m helping her out," Luigi said as an excuse.

"Oh, you give lessons? Because I’m interested too. I’m struggling with chemistry," your friend asked.

"maybe next time?" Luigi replied, throwing you a brief glance.

"Alright, give me your number, I’ll contact you."

"I’ll come to you when I have time," was the only excuse he could come up with.

"But I thought you already had his number?" you asked, curious about her response.

"Why would I have it?"

"Tind—"

"No, Y/n, I don’t know what you’re talking about," she cut you off.

An awkward silence settled. Elena took out her phone, and while you went back to studying, she stayed on it.

"Y/n, Tyler organized a surprise party today, are we going?" Elena suggested.

You really didn’t want to go. You weren’t interested in the first place, and on top of that, Luigi would be there. You’d much rather spend time with him than go to a party where anything could happen.

"Uh… I…"

"Come on! You’d rather do math than have fun?" She tried to convince you.

"You can go alone or ask someone else. I have an important exam in two days, I need to be in shape," you justified.

Why am I even justifying myself? I do what I want, after all.

"You’d rather stay with Luigi, is that it? That’s such a pick-me move."

"What? No," you stammered.

"Elena, I think you’re going a bit too far," Luigi defended.

"No, Luigi, stay out of it. Every time I invite her somewhere, she refuses."

"Because she can’t, why insist?" Luigi added.

"Stop, both of you. Fine, I’ll go with you," you gave in.

You gathered your things. Luigi sighed and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair.

"Y/n, you really don’t have to," Luigi insisted.

"It’s fine, leave me alone with your math," you said, reluctantly.

Luigi let out a nervous laugh. "Seriously?"

You didn’t reply and left with Elena.

"We’re gonna have so much fun!" she said enthusiastically.

"Actually, I’m not going. I don’t feel well."

"It’ll pass, come on, Y/n! We never have fun with you."

"Then go alone or with someone else. I’m going to my room."

You left before she could respond. You didn’t want to go. She was too pushy.

•••The Next Day •••

"It’s nothing."

His tone was cold, distant. He barely looked at you, focused on setting his bag on the table.

You frowned.

"Luigi… are you sure you’re okay?"

"Yeah."

He took out a notebook and started flipping through the pages like you weren’t even there. It was frustrating. Usually, even when he was tired, he took the time to talk to you. Now, he was clearly avoiding you.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." He answered too quickly.

He sighed, closed his notebook, and finally met your gaze. He hesitated.

"Yesterday, you were acting weird. Like… I felt like you wanted to stay, but in the end, you followed her just because she insisted."

He shrugged slightly.

"But hey, you do what you want. I just… thought we were friends."

His expression was neutral, but you knew he wasn’t saying everything.

Your heart clenched.

"We are friends," you replied.

He let out a bitter chuckle.

"Yeah… sure."

You wanted to protest, to tell him it wasn’t that simple. But was that really an excuse? He was right. Why did you keep forcing yourself to follow Elena when you didn’t even want to?

You sighed, searching for your words.

"I don’t want to go to those parties. I’d rather be here, with you, with the others in the club… But I’m afraid that if I say no too often, they’ll stop inviting me."

Luigi finally looked at you, as if trying to read your mind.

"And? Would that really be a loss?"

His question caught you off guard. You already knew the answer.

"No," you admitted.

He nodded, satisfied.

"Then stop making things harder for yourself."

His voice was soft, calming. He wasn’t angry anymore, just… tired of seeing you force yourself.

You smiled slightly.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

He leaned over his notebook and opened it again.

"Alright, are we studying, or are you ditching me again for some lame party?"

You shook your head, amused.

"No, I got the message."

He smirked, satisfied, and started explaining an exercise to you.

•••Noon, Cafeteria •••

You walked through the crowded cafeteria, tray in hand. In the distance, you saw your group of friends. You joined them, but quickly regretted it. Elena. She was talking about you.

"She won, didn’t she? She stole him from me."

You pressed your lips together at her sharp tone.

"Stole who?" one of her friends asked, intrigued.

"Luigi, obviously. She spends all her time with him now. Before, he would never have ignored me like this. Every time I try to talk to him, he always has an excuse. What a coincidence."

"Aren’t you exaggerating a bit? They’re just friends," another voice chimed in.

"Please. You can see how she acts around him. She plays the perfect girl, all mysterious and smart, when before, she didn’t care about clubs or any of that. All just to impress him."

You wanted to ignore it. Pretend you didn’t hear. But…

"What’s your problem, exactly?" you asked, exasperated.

She paled slightly before straightening up, feigning innocence.

"Oh, it’s not a problem. I was just making an observation. If you have a clear conscience, you don’t have to feel targeted."

You crossed your arms and gave her a sarcastic smile.

"A clear conscience? Elena, you talk like Luigi is some trophy we’re fighting over. He’s not. If you want him, go ahead! He’s all yours."

She opened her mouth, then closed it, searching for a comeback.

"And Stole? You never even bothered to talk to him."

Everyone was watching. You were the spectacle of the day. Luigi had heard everything but decided to step in only if things got physical.

Elena let out a nervous laugh, caught off guard. She never thought you’d stand up to her.

"You’re crazy. Ever since you joined that math club, you’ve changed so much. I’m disappointed. Right, girls?" She looked at her friends, but none of them said a word.

"Let me tell you something, Elena—no one likes you, they’re all just pretending. Maybe look at yourself before judging others," you said sharply.

"Without me, you’d be alone."

"I don’t give a damn."

You left the table and sat alone. But Luigi quickly joined you.

"Wow, what a show," he said, impressed.

••• Math Competition Day •••

The atmosphere was tense, but Luigi remained calm, hands in his pockets.

"Ready?" he asked.

"As much as I can be."

The competition started. You quickly solved the first problem, a complex algebra exercise. The second, a probability puzzle, took more thought, but you found the trick just in time. The third was the hardest. Luigi scribbled calculations while you searched for a simplification.

"Wait… we overcomplicated it. Look."

You rewrote the equation, and his eyes lit up.

"Brilliant. Let’s submit it."

A few minutes later, the results were announced.

"The winning university is… University of Pennsylvania!"

Cheers erupted. In the excitement, you jumped into Luigi’s arms. He froze for a second before smiling and wrapping his arms around your waist. Shivers ran down your spine, but you quickly snapped out of it. Luigi would never be interested in a girl. He was far too absorbed in his own life.

Later, after the excitement had faded and the crowd dispersed, you and Luigi found yourselves alone outside the auditorium. The night air was cool, the silence between you thick with unspoken words.

“You were incredible,” Luigi finally said, his voice soft but certain. “We made the right choice letting you join the club.”

You smiled, a little flustered. “Thanks, but I wouldn’t have gotten this far without your help.”

“No, Y/n,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think you realize it—you’re so much more than what people assume about you.”

You hesitated, then admitted, “Honestly, I took inspiration from you. Every time I saw you in the halls, you always seemed so confident, so passionate about what you were doing.”

Luigi’s eyes widened, almost disbelieving. “Are you kidding? You were so radiant, so out of reach, I couldn’t even bring myself to meet your eyes.”

He laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it—like he still couldn’t believe you were standing here with him now. The way he looked at you—half in awe, half in disbelief—made your heart pound.

“You really thought that?” you asked, tilting your head. “That you couldn’t even look at me?”

He let out a soft breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course. You were everything I wasn’t. Confident, popular, surrounded by people who adored you. Meanwhile, I—”

“You were the one who ignored me first,” you interrupted, stepping closer.

His eyes snapped to yours, surprise flickering across his face.

“You think I never noticed you, but I did,” you continued, voice quieter now. “I saw you in the library, buried in your notes. I saw you in class, always knowing the answer and always raising your hand. And every time I tried to say hi, you looked away.”

Luigi swallowed hard. “That wasn’t because I didn’t care.”

“Then why?”

He hesitated, then exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because I cared too much.”

The confession sent a shiver down your heart.

“I liked you, Y/n. I still do.” His gaze flickered to the ground before meeting yours again, full of quiet longing. “But I always thought… someone like you would never—”

You didn’t let him finish.

With a surge of emotion, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. He froze, his breath hitching.

“You’re wrong,” you murmured. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Luigi’s lips parted slightly, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. For a moment, he just stared at you, as if waiting for permission to believe this was real.

And then, hesitantly, shyly, he leaned in.

The first brush of his lips was featherlight, uncertain, but when you didn’t pull away, he kissed you again—deeper this time, his hands trembling slightly where they rested against you. He tasted like warmth and hesitation, like someone who had been holding back for far too long.

Then you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath unsteady.

••• Party night •••

The bass from the party thumped through the walls, reverberating in Luigi’s chest as he stood awkwardly in the corner of the crowded room. A red solo cup dangled from his fingers, untouched, as he scanned the sea of bodies for you.

"Hey, nerd," you purred from behind him, and he turned to see you smirking, your eyes glittering under the strobe lights. You were dressed in a tight black dress that hugged every curve, your hair cascading down your shoulders in perfect waves. You looked ethereal, like you belonged under a spotlight, not in this sweaty, dimly lit room.

"Hey," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing as you stepped closer, your hand brushing his arm. "You okay? You look like you’re about to bolt."

"I’m fine," he lied, gripping his cup tighter. "Just… not really my scene, you know?"

Your smirk softened into a smile, and you reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. "I know," you murmured, your voice warm. "But you’re here with me, so it’s our scene. Just try to relax, okay? We’ll have fun."

He nodded, but his shoulders stayed tense, his eyes darting around the room like he was waiting for someone to call him out for not belonging. You sighed, your hand sliding down to his. "Come on," you said, tugging him toward the dance floor. "Dance with me."

"I don’t dance," he protested weakly, but you just laughed, pulling him closer until your bodies were almost touching.

"Everyone dances," you teased, your hips swaying to the beat. "Even you."

He tried, he really did, but his movements were stiff and awkward, and he could feel the eyes of the room on him. You noticed, squeezing his hand. "Forget them," you whispered, your lips brushing his ear. "It’s just you and me, okay?"

Luigi nodded, but the weight of the room was still too much. "Can we… can we leave?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

You hesitated, searching his eyes. "Are you sure? We just got here."

"I’m sure," he said, his voice firmer now. "I just… I can’t do this. Not tonight."

You studied him for a moment before nodding. "Okay," you said, your fingers slipping into his. "Let’s go."

The cool night air was a relief after the stifling heat of the party. You walked in silence back to his dorm, your hand warm in his, and he sighed. "I’m sorry," he said as you reached his door. "I didn’t mean to ruin your night."

"You didn’t ruin anything," you said, brushing your fingers against his cheek. "I just want you to be comfortable, okay? That’s all that matters to me."

He nodded, fumbling with his keys. The quiet of his dorm was a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. You kicked off your heels, your movements graceful even in the dim light. "Better?" you asked softly.

"Better," he admitted, his shoulders finally relaxing. "Thanks for understanding."

"Always," you murmured, stepping closer until your bodies were almost touching. "You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right? I like you just the way you are."

Luigi’s breath hitched as you reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek. "I know," he whispered, his eyes searching yours. "I just… sometimes I feel like I’m not enough for you. Like you deserve someone who can keep up with you."

Your gaze softened, and you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You’re more than enough," you whispered against them. "You’re everything, Luigi. Everything."

He exhaled, tension melting from his body as he kissed you back, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you closer. You sighed into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepened it, your tongue brushing against his.

Luigi’s heart pounded as you pressed into him, your body warm and soft against his. He’d never felt like this before—like he was the center of someone’s world. Like he was enough.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes dark with desire as your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress. "Help me with this?" you whispered.

His hands trembled as he reached for the fabric, his breath catching as he pulled it over your head. You stood before him in nothing but lace lingerie, your skin glowing in the moonlight.

"You’re beautiful," he breathed, his hands hovering over you like he was afraid to touch.

You chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt. "So are you," you murmured, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. "Now stop thinking so much and just feel, okay?"

He nodded, his hands finally settling on your hips as you kissed him again, guiding him back toward the bed. Your touch ignited something in him, something deep and unspoken, something he never wanted to let go of.

He nodded, his hands finally settling on your hips as you kissed him again, your tongue teasing his. You guided him back toward the bed, your hands roaming over his body as they moved, your touch igniting a fire in his veins.

When you reached the bed, you pushed him down gently, your hands sliding down his chest as you straddled him. “You’re okay?” You asked, your voice soft, and he nodded, his hands gripping your waist.

“I’m okay,” he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “I’m with you.”

You smiled, your hands sliding up to cup his face as you leaned down to kiss him again. “Good,” you murmured against his lips. “Because I’m not letting go of you anytime soon.”

You kissed him again, deeper this time, your hips grinding against his as you rocked her hips against his. Luigi moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up your back to unhook your bra. You leaned back, letting the fabric fall away, and he stared up at you, his breath catching in his throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands trembling as he reached for your breasts.

You sighed as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Luigi,” you murmured, your hips rolling against his, the friction making him groan.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, your fingers dipping beneath the fabric to brush against his hardening length. “Can I?” You asked, your voice a whisper.

He nodded, his breath hitching as you pulled his pants down, freeing him.

As the night unfolded, his doubts faded, replaced by the warmth of your touch, the softness of your lips, and the quiet promise that, for once, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

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hearts4werka · 9 months ago

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NNN day 15 | Unspoken Words

“A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?”

summary: it’s pouring rain outside and you’re in a heated argument with the so-called ‘loser skater boy’ of the school, Chris about your popular friend group constantly picking on him but you don’t know what you could possibly do about it, in the heat of the moment you accidentally confess your love for him that you’ve been bottling inside of you for ages now, how will Chris react to the sudden confession?

warnings: ANGST, heavy language, pouring rain, arguing, angry love confession, kissing, mentions of bullying & possibly more!

authors note: bro this is coming out so late I’m so sorry I seriously am having trouble keeping up with posting fics everyday I might just change the schedule for every two days so I have time to write the fic so from now on I’ll post NNN fics every two days and I’ll try to make them better too, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The rain was relentless, pouring down in heavy falls as I stood at the edge of the high school parking lot, glaring at him. Chris, the loser skater dude sat leaned against the slick metal of his beat-up board as water streamed down from his dark hair. It was a pathetic sight, really, the way he was looking at me through the downpour like he truly believed I’d stand there and listen to him whine while my friends were making his life miserable just a few feet away. “Chris, it’s not my fault they’re dicks! Just stand up for yourself!” I yelled, the wind whipping my words back into my face. I could see him flinch at the sharpness in my tone, but honestly? He was pissing me the fuck off right now.

“Easy for you to say,” he spat back, his voice rising above the rain. “You think I want to get into it with them? They’ve made my life hell since middle school. And here you are, acting like you’re above it all.” “Whatever, Chris! You could actually do something about it, but instead, you stand there like a pathetic—” before I could finish my sentence, he cut right into the middle of it. “A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?” My heart raced as the fight quickly escalated, frustration spilling out of me like the rain pouring down but hee wasn’t wrong, I could feel my friends laughing as they made comments, snickering at his expense as they walked past us.

I was too stubborn to admit that it bothered me, to admit that I felt trapped between two worlds — my friends who I felt loyal to, and Chris, whose passion for skating and the freedom he radiated off him drew me in. “Why don’t you just tell them to stop?” I snapped, fists clenched at my sides. “Oh, right!” he emphasized each word through gritted teeth, “Because you know they’d listen to me. ‘Oh, look at the loser! What a joke!’” He was pacing now, waves of frustration beaming from him as he glared at me. I could tell he was hurt and that made it worse for me. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation, it seemed every time we met, our discussions turned into a bickering fight.

“Why can’t you just grow a backbone for once?” I found myself shouting, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Chris was the one person I didn’t want to keep fighting with. There was something inside me that pricked me at the thought of him being hurt—something that made me want to shield him from the world, even if I was part of the problem. “I get it, you’re popular, you have to keep up your perfect appearance.” His voice was cold and I hated that I could see right through it. “But that doesn’t mean you need to stand by while they bully someone who hasn’t done anything to you.”

The weight of his words hung between us, and for a moment, we both bathed in the silence, thunder rumbling in the background and threatening to strike. My breaths came ragged, and I could feel the frustration boiling over, a fierce mix of feelings I’d contained far too long. “Do you even care about them?” I shot back, suddenly feeling more bold, “I mean, seriously, do you care that I’m their friend? Or is it just about you being the victim here?” “Maybe if you gave them less attention, they’d stop. Ever think about that?” he shot back with a knife that cut deeper than any of my friends’ insults.

I took a step closer as rain soaked through my clothes, breath hitching as the heat between us crackled. “You think I’m just some heartless bitch, don’t you? You think I enjoy having these petty losers as friends? You know nothing about me,” I spat. He stepped forward, our faces inches apart as the storm raged around us. “So what’s stopping you from saying something? You’re the one with the power in this situation, right?” And just like that, the last strings broke inside me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shake him and make him understand. “You don’t get it at all, Chris! Maybe I don’t always know what the fuck to do! Maybe—” My voice trembled and before I could think about the honesty I’m about to spill, I continued, “Maybe I just didn’t know how to tell you I liked you!”

His eyes widened, surprise sparkling in them and my heart tripped over itself at my confession. My cheeks burned and beneath the rain, I could feel the silence swallow us whole. The storm around us was like background noise as everything I pooled inside of me far too long, unraveling and honest. My breath caught as he closed the distance, moving so smoothly it caught me off guard. “What are you do—” Before I could finish, he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was sudden as if he was attempting to drown out all the noise in my head, all the rambling I would never stop. It felt electric, warmth pulsing through my veins that made the rain fade into nothing.

When he finally pulled away, my pulse immediately started to race. I blinked up at him, confusion swirling inside of me. “Wait… Did you just really kiss me to shut me up?” He smirked, a shimmer of playfulness in his blue eyes. “Maybe,” he replied and I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension slowly dissolving into something lighter, something filled with hope. “So, popular girl, what now?” I hesitated but with a new fire building inside of me I grinned and said, “We show those little bastard who not to mess with.” And as the rain poured and drenching us both, I realized that maybe, just maybe, we’d figure it out together.

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hunniexox · 6 days ago

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messages from your found family ● PAC

Someone's loneliness is calling out. Are you missing someone or is someone missing you?

Maybe you are lonely for places you have never been. Maybe it's for a future you are yearning for. Whatever it is, it doesn't change the weight you are feeling. This kind of emptiness that won't leave.

Whatever it may be, your found family has some messages for you.

Remember, you make your choices x

Decks Used: Cats Rule The Earth Tarot, The Wild Unknown Animal Spirit

Pile 1

Cards: Three of Cups, The Lovers, Two of Wands, Ten of Cups, The Hanged Man, Black Egg

First message I'm getting is: You won't feel dumb around us.

Second message is: We understand what you're trying to say.

So, this pile is actually two groups. In the first instance, you often find yourself feeling dumb because your thoughts are unconventional. What I'm getting is, you speak about topics that are not always socially acceptable. Ooooh, people think you're a bit unrealistic and naive in your thinking. There's a lot of you experiencing people look down on your perspective of things, and that can at times cause you to feel left out and a bit dumb for putting it out there.

Your found family has those same interests and you meet them through embodying what you truly think and pursuing your actual interests. You could meet them in some kind of fan gathering of sorts. I'm getting gamer, anime watching, off-beat alternative music. I know that stuff is in style now so to speak, but it's not necessarily the case where you are from.

You will feel like birds of a feather. You became extremely close with them, like I see these people being in your life for a very long time because you always know you can speak your mind with them.

That's where the second part comes in. Your found family gets you. They understand your lingo and your humor, and you will never feel left out when you're around them. I also see that one of the people in this friend group will become a long term partner for you.

I am really such a big fan of people who embody their true self, no matter how off the beaten path it may be. Those are the kind of people who make really dope shit; none of our art comes from people who are afraid to be themselves. All art comes from people who are not afraid to have someone see what they see, and feel what they feel.

That will be the case when you are yourself, the right people will find you.

Pile 2

Cards: King of Swords, Ten of Wands, Temperance, King of Wands, The Hermit, Fire Ant

They meet you when you are in a very volatile state. Like, you're in a space where you do not give a fuck what anyone has to think or say about you. You just do you.

I'm sensing though, there's a lot of sadness under that aggression. You're just so over pretending like everything is okay when it's not, and everyone is telling you to talk to them so they can digest what you're going through in a way that doesn't cause issues. But they're not letting you express yourself the way you need to and it's just causing you to feel heavier and heavier as the day goes by.

There's a real feeling of being burdened because you can't express yourself the way you want as it is not received well.

It's actually through your found family that you start to express yourself fully. I'm feeling the energy of someone extremely passionate. Very noble as well. You really hate pretending. You're the kind of person that if you don't like someone, they will know that you don't like them. You're not fake for shit.

I'm hearing something about boundaries. Your boundaries are very important to you, and it's the main reason why you gell with your found family so well; they respect your boundaries. They respect your individuality. That's actually so sweet and rare to come by.

You become known in your friend as the person who can solve any problem lol it's just because you don't like complicating your life. They really enjoy being around you, they see you as a bad ass, honestly.

Your found family is a bit softer than you are, but they really make you feel so seen and accepted.

Pile 3

Cards: Two of Cups, The Magician, Six of Wands, Queen of Cups, Five of Wands, Frog

These are people who will celebrate you.

Gone are the days of hiding your achievements because you don't want to deal with someone else's insecurities. You're a very talented individual, you're like God's favorite. You always seem to get what you want or things just work out for you. What makes it worse, is that you're a genuinely kind person but people just can't see it. Actually, they're so blinded by their jealousy they look for any reason to make you a villain.

Pathetic! Honey, you is a star and there is no reason to continuing to dim your light. It's not your responsibility to make someone feel secure in themselves. You don't have to worry about that when it comes to your found family. They're super supportive.

You mirror each other, and so it's easy for you to be your authentic self because they will also be their authentic self. This found family is just as talented as you are and just as successful. Even if either one of you become more successful than the other, it would never cause a rift because you are cut from the same cloth.

It's so easy and comfortable because your values are the same. You and your found family have the same kind of hearts, you always try to walk through life with good intentions. You don't have to worry about anyone talking behind your back either.

When you get to the top, it can be lonely but it doesn't have to be.

#tarot reading #tarot pick a pile #tarot pick a card #tarot pac #tarot community #tarot #intuitive tarot reader #intuitive readings #intuitive messages #intuitive guidance

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piinkgore · 10 months ago

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erm erm hi is it alr if you do Cole Cassidy x socially awkward reader who has a hard time standing up for themselves, had a bit of a weird day and yadda yadda

pls and thank uu ( ´∀｀)

Cole Cassidy with a socially awkward reader

warnings: very light mentions of low self esteem, reader struggling with their issues etc etc but nothing that may be triggering

a/n: hello, anon! I am so sorry to hear you had a bad day. ): I hope things are better now! So- being someone who is socially awkward and just recently got an autism diagnosis that explained EVERYTHING- let’s just say I was really eager to dive into this one and I may be very, very self-indulgent (and descriptive, oopsie). 100% fluff and sfw, but let me know if you want to spice things up!

Relationships never came smoothly for you, mostly because it takes a hard time figuring out how to actually start them and keep things going without tripping on the stones along the way. Yes, you have a few friends, that are enough, and you are in a relationship with an amazing boyfriend… still, you’re not a social butterfly, and sometimes you find yourself struggling with communication, especially in bigger groups; a plus if there are more strangers than acquaintances

On a daily basis, you like to go by your agenda on your own. If it means work or your spare time, your own company is fine, thanks. It’s not like you hate being surrounded by others, but… ok, crowds make you uncomfortable, but apart from that it’s just a personal preference. Alone, you can concentrate, be inside your own world… let your mind lose a bit from self-consciousness and pre-made conversations to assure you’d succeed this time

People would point you out as weird, and you know they’re right: you’re indeed different. It’s hard to be casted out merely for being who you are, and you do try your best to blend in, make small conversation, mimic what everyone else around you did. Still, you could never leave your own skin to be something else

But in Cole’s eyes, that’s exactly what made you special. You see the world through different colors, and spoke with such a burning passion about your interests, an expert over the small details that no one else would care for, that doesn’t matter if he hasn’t a single clue on what that’s about, he will listen to whatever you have to say and follow along as it’s the most amazing subject brought up through all the existence

“You’ve got such a beautiful brain right there,” during one of your conversations, he would compliment you out of the blue, leaving you speechless as a warm feeling crawls from your neck to your face, spreading through your cheeks. It takes a while for you to absorb his words, in between a few blinks and him sheepishly winking at you. “Don’t know why I’d be surprised. It matches your looks.”

You were astonished to perceive him, a popular figure amongst Overwatch and the whole damn world for sure, was giving you so much attention. On the other hand, you suppose Cole could make small talk of a stone if he wanted to; the cowboy had a charisma bigger than his ego, that’s for sure

But the little things… they’re enormous in meaning; and his actions speak louder than his words. Cole would always choose to sit by your side and bring up the chit chat, asking about your day or what you had for lunch if he wasn’t there with you; and saints save you if your reply is that you hadn’t eaten yet. He’d show interest, and damn! He even begin to read your favorite trilogy because all you did was speak of it nonstop, so he had to check it out by himself to make sure you have a good taste

His company always made you feel appreciated, something you couldn’t bring up on yourself alone; you enjoyed being on your own, but you didn’t enjoy yourself actually. And by the point the things between you start to get more serious than just long talks going on and on about your shared enthusiasms, you’ve already realized there’s nothing wrong with you, nor the way you speak, less who you are

Finally, you’ve stopped trying to change yourself just because it would please anybody, but you. Communication skills may not be your highlight, but was it all? Of course not. You have so much inside of you that must be cherished, instead of blaming yourself because a single conversation went wrong

But that brutal change failed to reach another significant point. You couldn’t stand up for yourself, no matter what. Usually, you just low your head and… let it be, no matter how harsh are the words you’re listening to or how perfectly fit the arguments you construct in your head are, enough to end the term. But the unspoken is cruel as it is, leaving unfair gaps of what could’ve been if you only had the courage to vocalize the damn words

It’s easier said than done, right? Or better: easier imagined than actually said. Anxiety is an overwhelming feeling that tingles under your skin with the mere thought of taking action, three times worse if you’re under pressure or being scolded for something you did. No matter how much you think of a response, it will die right on the tip of your tongue, and leave your mouth tasting like ashes

And when all of it hits you, it’s too much. You just seek your comfortable loneliness to let it out. Though, you’re not so lonely now

“Darlin’, the world won’t end if you speak your mind for once,” Cole was your anchor, keeping you from drifting away, and he never failed from being physically reassuring: embracing you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear or even wiping your tears away if you’re stressed enough to let them out. Despite it, he was the very first to encourage you to fight for yourself, pushing you off the limits of your carefully built comfort zone. “I will be there for ya’ anytime, but I’m sure as hell you don’t need me for it.”

Maybe you don’t, and maybe he’s right… but Cole is also warm, and has an incredibly good chest for you to snuggle your face on and just lay there for hours, nonstop; safe as he soothe your sadness away, as if he was simply shooing a fly from the room

Silence will settle, but not for long. Cole holds on your chin, his thumb caressing the skin as he pushes you gently to stare at him. Something in his eyes gets you out of guard, and your heart fails a beat by the sight of his tenderness, pouring through his expression. “Promise something, would ya’?” you can barely blink as he speaks, a hand running up and down your spine until it abruptly stops as you nod for him to keep going. “You’re the most marvelous being I’ve found in this whole world. Never let anyone make you think you’re less than that.”

#overwatch 2 #cole cassidy #overwatch x reader #cole cassidy x reader #overwatch headcanons #overwatch x you #cole cassidy x you

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cre8inghavoc · 1 year ago

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Can't help it...

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?

a/n: i should be studying but here i am thinking abt motorcycle Toge... also i hate how some ppl see him as a small and weak (physically?!) bitch boy like erm tf no!? he is far from that and he's sooooo fineee.

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

For years now, you and Inumaki have been very close friends, it started from the moment you transferred to a new college.

3 Years Ago...

He was always the quiet type, the one who preferred hanging at the back of the class, alone, away from others.

As you stepped into the classroom for the first time, you greeted your classmates with a friendly nod. When the teacher welcomed you and offered a choice of seats, you made your way to the back of the room, deliberately keeping a distance from the other person who is also sitting there. Though there were plenty of spots up front, you preferred the quiet and privacy that the back provided, especially since you were new and not keen on drawing attention to yourself. It just felt right to have your own space in the back of the class.

It soon became a familiar routine: every morning, you'd enter the classroom and gravitate towards the back, taking your seat next to Inumaki. At first, he appeared slightly irritated by the intrusion, but as weeks passed, that annoyance seemed to fade away. Perhaps he realized it wasn't entirely within his control, or maybe he simply grew accustomed to your presence. Either way, it didn't seem to bother him much anymore, and frankly, you didn't dwell on it either.

Whenever you found yourself with spare time in class—be it after finishing assignments early or completing a test ahead of schedule—you'd often turn to doodling in your notebook. It was a soothing pastime, allowing your mind to wander while your hand sketched away. Initially, your doodles revolved around animals and random objects, but soon you found yourself drawn to sketching things you actually liked: cars and motorcycles.

You had a particular interest in sports cars, especially Japanese models like the GT-R, GR86, and 350/370Z. The sleek lines and powerful engines captivated your imagination, and you poured your passion into every detail of your drawings. From envisioning custom modifications to simply making them look jaw-droppingly cool.

Then, unexpectedly, motorcycles entered the picture, quite literally. One day, as you made your way to class, a Yamaha R3 parked outside the school caught your attention. Despite never having been particularly interested in bikes before, something about this one intrigued you. It sparked a newfound curiosity that led you to delve into research, eager to learn more.

Every day for the past week, that Yamaha R3 parked outside the school became your muse. You would walk into class, take your seat and before your class even begins, you'd take a moment to sketch the bike, capturing its sleek contours and intricate features. With each passing day, you discovered new details to incorporate into your drawing, whether it was the curve of the exhaust pipes or the pattern on the seat. It became a daily routine.

SMAU

GUYS I FR WASNT GONNA MAKE THIS AN SMAU BUT THIS FRIEND GROUP IS ALWAYS TALKING TO EACH OTHER SO I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN

also this is like 50% written and 50% smau (im gonna try to make the next few chapters AFTER chapter 5 more smau)

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changingplumbob · 2 months ago

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Second Round - Day Three (Gonk) 1 of 3

@sleepyselkiesims, @sanitysims, @bakersimmer, @invisiblequeen, @abbysimsfun, @fallin4fiction

Reflection on Progress: I didn't expect to get so emotionally invested. Usually my reaction to any life events is to just be chill and accept whatever comes my way. But coming in dead last... that hurts.

Evelyn: She absolutely deserved to be in the top 10. Evelyn is such a sweetheart!

Kristina: She handled Nathalie so well, I've gained a lot of respect for her! I hope we can be friends.

Nephinae: I don't know why, but she kinda low-key scares me. Maybe it's because she's so pretty, or so cool, or maybe there's something we don't know about her yet.

Nicola: I thought we'd hang out more in our last group, but maybe second group is the charm? We did have some good pool chats

Yasmine: I can't believe I totally overlooked her until now! I don't know how Deanna manages to keep up with all of us- anyway, she survived the drama llama group, and I'm sure she has some stories to tell!

Reflection on Progress: I'm glad I got a date with Deanna! Even if I don't win, I'd say I have a good friend for life. I do want to win though..

Arista: It's good to be with a familiar face again! She's a lot of fun. *quietly* I've also got a few more questions about merpeople...

Kristina: She's pretty! Maybe we can bond over brothers.

Nephinae: I have to say, seeing her round with Kristina did worry me a bit. Hopefully we can get along and our group stays peaceful.

Nicola: It's great having Nicola here too. I hope she gets a date this round, I want her to stick around!

Yasmine: She seems quite passionate about nature! I wonder if she could give me some gardening tips.

Reflection on Progress: Round One was so much fun. Even though I moved into the villa about halfway up the leaderboard after meeting Deanna, I had a really great time with the challenges. I hope no one watching at home tries bowling in a maxi skirt like I did, but winning the staring contest just reaffirmed why I'm here. I think sitting in fourth going into round 2 is reflects how well-matched I am with Deanna. Just need to win a few more challenges and it'll be Lara, who?! Just kidding, I love Lara. I want to be her friend!

Arista: She seems like a sweet girl and I'm looking forward to getting to know her better! I don't know any mermaids but she rocks such a cool style. I'm fascinated by her!

Evelyn: Evelyn seems to get along well with everyone, doesn't she? I don't think she and I will be any different and I'm looking forward to being roomies in the villa!

Nephinae: I was worried about maybe being with Nephinae again, but she's not as dramatic as I first thought. I mean, don't get me wrong, she IS dramatic, but she's also nice. Hopefully this round we'll keep getting to know each other better.

Nicola: She seems like a sweet girl, too. She's a teacher so she kind of acted like a house mom in round one. I won't mind if she wants to do the dishes, but if she shushes us during movie night, my erratic side might come out!

Yasmine: Yasmine seems really down to earth and I can't wait to meet her. She wants to save the outdoors that I love spending all my time in, so I really hope the two of us will get along. Overall, I think I ended up with a really great group of girls for round 2 and I really hope I'm right!

Reflection on Progress: Holy Cowplant, was that a lot of fun and drama at the same time! I'm just glad I wasn't in the middle of it. Most importantly, I'm glad that I made it out alive!

Nice part over. Cluck you, Alaina. You lying, cheating GNOME. I Can't believe I was more annoyed with Kristina than I was with YOU. Should have seen your game from a mile away. I hope your fiance freezes all your accounts and flees the country with your money. Sims like you make us all want to stay single forever.

Cut this part out please. Now that I've vented it doesn't feel good to put out there anymore. Thanks.

Evelyn: I hate to do this, but I'm gonna start judging them by rank int he competition. Evelyn is ranked 8th. She's not as high up as Kristina, but she's still one half of my competition. She's got something about her that makes you do a double take, so I get it.

Arista: I know she's rank 24, and i'm supposed to talk about her competitively, but I don't care. She's a mermaid. She's automatically number 1. I wanna get to know her. I wanna learn how to sing like a siren. I wanna go swimming and race her around the pool or something. She's SUPERNATURAL. I want to SWIM with her!…But i also want to Date Deanna and that takes precedence doesn't it?

Kristina: She is the closest to 1st place in our group! Rank 4?? That's WILD! She must really know her way to a woman's heart! Almost makes me want to be her friend…but I'm liking Deanna a lot more than I started and I don't know if it's a good idea to befriend competition!

Nicola: Rank 20. I'm keeping my eye out on her. When you're that low in the ranking there is NOTHING to lose. She. might play dirty. She might play overly nice to gain points. She might be looking at us more competitively than I'm looking at everybody! I'm on my guard but i'm also gonna respect whatever it is she has to do to get ahead.

Yasmine: Eh, Rank 16 is better than 24, but it's still 16. I'd imagine she might push her way into other people's time with Deanna to make up for the chasm. Frankly, I'm surprised she's not higher. Look at her HAIR. It's soooooo beautiful (swoons)

Reflection on Progress: I was really happy to be here and I've had a great time, but I didn't do well enough in challenges and felt like I was always watching Deanna from too far away. I need to up my game in round two.

Arista: It's great to be back with Arista! She's such a fascinating sim and we had nice chats by the pool. I've got to remember she doesn't like my jumpscares very much, though.

Evelyn: Evelyn is great, total sweetheart. She's probably the first friend I made here, and I'm so happy we're still roommates at the villa!

Kristina: I'm excited to get to know Kristina better. She's gorgeous and seems like a nice person. And she's got great style!

Nephinae: Another beautiful girl I can't wait to meet! Full of passion! Deanna seems to like her a lot, and I can see why.

Yasmine: I really think I lucked out with this group. Yasmine also seems like a sweetheart. I love her desire to save the planet - I grew up in a green neighbourhood in Henford, myself! As long as she doesn't pull trash out of her pockets at the dinner table, it'll be great!

Reflection on Progress: I feel pretty good. I got to know Deanna a bit better and I made some friends, so there's not much to complain about. I won the Party Frenzy challenge, but there are a lot of girls ahead of me. Hopefully I can find more ways to shine in round 2! Maybe a conservation project?

Arista: Oh, the mermaid! I love Arista's energy. I can't wait to talk to her about cleaning up the oceans! I hear she doesn't really like to swim, but maybe she would if the water was cleaner.

Evelyn: Evelyn seems so sweet and creative. Friends with everyone. Hopefully that means me too, soon.

Kristina: She loves the outdoors and I want to save the planet, so hopefully we can bond over the importance of trees. Hopefully Kristina's family doesn't do anything to damage the trees, like forestry. I know that's a big industry in Moonwood Mill; most of their lumber leaves port in Evergreen Harbour.

Nephinae: Nephinae is beautiful but a little...passionate. I hope I don't get on her bad side. Living with Cassiel in round one was tough enough - and I wasn't even Jerrica!

Nicola: Nicola seems sweet, but manicures dump a lot of alcohols into the water system. I hope she's teaching her students about the importance of conservation, and not just for assemblies on Earth Day!

#DatingDeanna #DatingDeannaRound2 #sims 4 #the sims #simblr #my sims #ts4 #active simblr

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jadeshifting · 7 months ago

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new anon here! how do you suppose having a friendship between the golden trio and the slytherin gang would work? as in a middleman that is close with both parties? I am overthinking how that would play out and believe that would lead to the biggest fallout. any tips? 😔

hiii anon, UGH this is so good !! sooo true about the drama, i’m in a similar spot in my DR and i’m definitely happy to talk about it and try to help you out a lil

i think my situation is easier than yours, since i’m best friends with the Slytherins and just friendly with the golden trio—plus, it helps that i’m the only one who knows Draco and Hermione are secretly together. a dash of friendliness in the hallways mixed with me smacking Theo lightly on the shoulder and telling him to “grow up” when he makes fun of Ron or Harry certainly keeps the balance

you, however—equally as close with both groups? i don’t envy you, your position is more difficult to juggle than mine, but i know you can handle it :^)

— BEING THE MIDDLEMAN BETWEEN THE GOLDEN TRIO AND THE SLYTHERINS. ( good luck )

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

juggling the two groups at Hogwarts that arguably hate eachother more than anyone else is a balancing act, one that’s practically as nerve-wracking as walking a tightrope over a pit of Hungarian Horntails. but someone’s gotta do it, i GUESS

.　　. 　 ˚　. CLASS TIME. you’re sliding into Potions, a class that’s practically a battlefield for Gryffindor and Slytherin egos. you plop down at a table with Draco and Blaise, who exchange smug glances, their cauldrons bubbling ominously. Snape’s drawling voice echoes through the dungeon, and you kinda know better than to show any friendliness toward the Golden Trio sitting a few rows back while Draco has his eyes on you. but there’s a flicker of acknowledgment—a quick eye contact with Harry, a subtle nod from Hermione. it’s a quiet reassurance: we’re good, right?

during Transfiguration, it’s a whole different scene. this time, you’re between Harry and Ron, casually flipping your wand in hand as McGonagall’s sharp eyes scan the room. Ron’s cracking jokes under his breath, Hermione’s frantically scribbling notes, and Harry’s leaning in, whispering about Quidditch strategies. you whisper along with them of course, while you keep one ear out for any snide remarks that may drift over from the Slytherin side

.　　. 　 ˚　. LUNCH & DINNER. the Great Hall is practically a battlefield, but you’re table-hopping like a pro. you start off with the Gryffindors, sliding onto the bench beside Ron, who’s already stuffing his face with roast chicken. the conversation flows easily, filled with laughter and plans for the next D.A. meeting. as dessert rolls around, you oh-so casually wander over to the Slytherin table, plopping down next to Pansy, who’s picking at a fruit tart while casting sidelong glances at the Gryffindor table

the vibe shift is immediate—the conversation turns to the latest school gossip, Draco’s complaints about Mudbloods barely veiled under layers of sarcasm. of course, you navigate tension expertly by now, joking in a way that diffuses Draco’s smirk and earns a chuckle from Blaise. you giggle and keep the conversation light, careful not to let anything slip that might betray your earlier lunch companions

.　　. 　 ˚　. HOGSMEADE TRIPS. on Hogsmeade weekends, you’re practically a blur, splitting your time between two vastly different scenes. (weekends like this would benefit from a time turner.) first you’re with the Golden Trio, wandering through Honeydukes, laughing as Ron tries (and fails) to sneak an extra handful of Chocolate Frogs. there’s a warmth in the air, things are easy

later, you’re slipping into the Three Broomsticks with the Slytherins. Draco’s leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on the table, while Pansy orders Butterbeers with a flourish. you fit right in, effortlessly switching gears as you scold Draco and then turn to passionately debate the latest Quidditch match. you keep an eye on the door, though—there’s always potential for an awkward run-in with the Trio, you know?

.　　. 　 ˚　. SUMMER BREAK. over summer, things mellow out a little—you’re not crammed in one castle with all of them, at least. letters fly back and forth, though Ron and Harry don’t write, Hermione and a couple of the Slytherins do

there are evenings spent at exclusive Slytherin gatherings, where the conversations are sharp, and the stakes feel higher. Hermione and Harry have returned to their respective muggle homes, so you sigh as you navigate interactions with the purebloods and look forward to the balance that will at least be restored when you go back to school

.　　. 　 ˚　. DAY-TO-DAY. it’s a careful dance, almost. you’re constantly switching hats—one moment, you’re deep in a strategy session with Harry and Hermione, the next, you’re in the Slytherin common room, lounging on the emerald-green sofas, debating the finer points of wizarding politics. it’s impressive, you’re a chameleon, blending seamlessly into both worlds, all while keeping a tight grip on the threads that connect it all

SOME TIPS FOR JUGGLING THEM ( that i’m gonna be following most of )

keep the walls high. never, and i mean never, let one side know too much about what’s going on with the other. it’s keeping two magical worlds separate to prevent a catastrophic collision. if Harry asks what Draco’s up to, keep it vague. if Pansy pries about the trio, dodge with a biiiiig smile and change the subject

be a great listener. each group wants to feel like they’re your “real” friends, the ones who get you the best. listen intently, validate their feelings, and make each one feel like they’re the most important people in your world—at least while you’re with them. avoiding finger-pointing “you like them better” accusations is crucial

avoid hot topics. best to steer clear of subjects that could spark suspicion or jealousy—you know, no need to mention that really funny thing Ron said if you’re hanging with Draco. similarly, don’t bring up Blaise’s latest scheme or test grade when chatting with Hermione

be a chameleon. adapt to the vibe of each group (without losing your vibe, obviously.) the Trio is usually warm and open; the Slytherins are usually cooler and more measured. it’s about blending in without compromising your core

prepare for a fallout, god forbid. let’s be real—the juggling may not last forever. be ready for the day when someone gets into a bad mood and decides to snap off on you for “playing both sides.” just have a solid explanation, emphasize your loyalty to each, and be prepared to work hard to mend fences. eye roll, why can’t everybody just get along

despite the challenges, there’s a certain thrill in it all. tension, secrets, the delicate balance. you know deep down that one misstep could bring it all crashing down, but for now, you’re keeping both worlds spinning in perfect harmony and enjoying the warm friendship of everyone involved. after all, why should you have to pick your friends based off of who-likes-who? it’s your life

good luck and happy shifting xoxo :^)

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years ago

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Another, another Drabble that might be longer than I originally planned…the ending was dogshit🦦

‘It’s cute.’ Sylvia Newbon of the Aphrodite cabin cooed as Luke flashed you a charming smile.

‘Then you can have him then,’ you began, plucking loose threads from your jeans, ‘he’s been nothing but an annoying pain in my ass as of late.’

Sylvia merely chucked as she playfully nudged you in the side. ‘I don’t think that’s possible at this pount, Luke seems dead set on you, and I honestly think you’re being dramatic about all this. You’ve got someone pinning after you and your response to that is to be rid of it?’ She said aghast. You shrugged, not really understanding what Luke saw in you, a child of Hades, a forbidden child other than that; a forbidden child whose existence shouldn’t have come to pass.

‘He’ll get bored of me once he realises I’m not who he thinks I am.’ You defended, now watching Luke as he took a small break from training, face still bearing that smile that only seemed to grow to the point his dimples and pearly whites were on full display. You didn’t want to be the one responsible in taking take away that shine. Ever. For it seemed that ever since your first arrival to camp, Luke had been the only one to stand by you without an ounce of trepidation for who your godly father was; He had been there during the sleepless nights despite the fact he didn’t need to, during your time at the Hermes cabin he would be beside you in the dinning pavilion or even save you a seat.

He did everything in his power to help you and be of aid, all without expecting a simple thank you in return…You genuinely hated how you felt towards him. You originally put it down to the fact that Luke Castellan was conventionally attractive, only to soon learn that it was much deeper than that, which had scared you to the point of becoming recluse.

‘Don’t say that.’ Sylvia said sternly. ‘Don’t do that to yourself, don’t sell yourself short. I hate it when you do that because that means missing out on something pure, something beautiful, something real.’ She then grasps onto your hands, holding them with a strength that was reflective of her passion. ‘I don’t want fear of rejection, for fear itself to control you any longer because if there’s anyone in camp who deserves to be happy, it’s you. You’re the child of hades for fuck sake, fear is beneath you and you know it but you still willingly give it power over you. Why? Why deny yourself true happiness when it’s served up to you on a silver platter-‘

‘Because I’m afraid!’ You exclaimed, cutting Sylvia off but find it difficult to stop. ‘I’m afraid that I won’t be enough for him, that I’ll take away his smile that shows off his perfect teeth and cute dimples! I’m afraid that he’ll never be satisfied being with me because even in a camp full of people like me, much like Nico, I still feel the outcast and I don’t want to burden Luke with that.’ You finished, slightly out of breath. ‘So it’d be better for the both of us if I just kept my distance.’ Neither of you spoke, you just stared at each other, letting nothing but the silence to take hold, but then you saw the sudden shift in Sylvia’s eyes as they looked to something just behind you.

You didn’t need to know who it was behind you, not when you could clearly see from where you sat that Luke was missing from his little group of friends that were heading off elsewhere; which was probably why you didn’t express surprise upon hearing his voice from behind saying. ‘I know I probably fucked up my chances by eavesdropping but I completely disagree with everything you said just now.’ You didn’t even react when Luke sat himself down, nor make any attempts to move away when he then shuffled closer to you as humanly possible. Sylvia -obviously knowing what was going to happen- smiled softly as she stood up and promptly left you and Luke to your much needed conversation.

‘And why’s that?’ You rhetorically asked, looking at him as though you weren’t having an internal breakdown as to what might come out of his mouth next. ‘Would me saying I like you be substantial enough evidence?’ He asks.

‘We’re not in a romcom movie Luke, a simple I like you is never going to be enough, especially for people like me who have never been given much of a reason for staying, never mind a good one at that.’ You replied and Luke hummed in acknowledgment before grabbing you hand in a similar fashion as Sylvia did prior; with a strength reflective of his passion. ‘Then let me try again by saying that the day you came to camp was probably the most important day of my life.’ Luke began. ‘From the moment Chiron brought you to the Hermes cabin I knew right then and there that I was a goner. I must’ve been obvious as even some of camp began to notice how I acted towards you and would come up and tell me to tell you and get it over with…but I didn’t because I’d thought I would have enough time to tell you eventually.’ He chuckles, squeezing your hand while you listened intently.

‘I was wrong on that front because it wouldn’t be long until you were claimed by Hades and soon after you had already packed your stuff to move into your new cabin. It wasn’t until then did I realise that I took our friendship for granted, I knew that sooner or later you’d be claimed but at least not for a while, I often asked myself why did I cling onto you so desperately and now I know why.’ Luke finished, looking at you deeply.

‘Why?’ You asked, already knowing the answer.

‘It’s because I didn’t want you to move on and forget about me when I was very much liked the thought of you being close to me, closer than a friend should. So while your cabin was being built I took that as a final attempt in getting closer to you before being forced to wake up in a cabin void entirely of your presence for good.’ Luke replied.

You licked your lips, suddenly overtly away of how dry they were. ‘and here I thought you were just being the friendly head of the Hermes cabin.’ You admitted humourlessly, resting your head against his shoulder without a care. ‘How oblivious was I?’

‘How oblivious we both were you mean.’ Luke corrected as he rested his head atop of yours, briefly closing his eyes. ‘I just hope that I’ve given you enough reason to stay at camp.’ At those words you squeezed his hand in reassurance and uttered softly for him to hear. ‘you gave me that and so much more.’

Luke pressed a kiss to your head. ‘Good because I would’ve followed you into Tartarus and back if I hadn’t.’

#pjo x reader #pjo imagines #pjo imagine #pjo fanfic #pjo series #pjo tv show #Percy Jackson #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan imagines

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woompfy · 2 months ago

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What if some characters in the movies would be added in the animated show of dwk and what role would they play in?

Well guess what, I drew them if they were in the series and gave them a lil feel of how they'd play into the show. I mostly based their designs off their book designs btw. Also, I only remember parts of the movies and am not a big expert on the lore, nor am I a fan of the movies in general. ( I won't make myself go watch them again without taking a shot each time I cringe) The characters are simply my interpretation if they were in the show.

First and importantly of all Nerv...

I think he would add so much personality to the already existing dwk team with his young energetic spirit and creative imagination. He'd give the team the insperation needed and would cheer them on to achieve their full potential. When the team is doubtful he would be the last one to give up for he just has so much passion for his friend's success. Altough he's determined he would be the loud annoying kid that doesn't know the boundaries of imagination and reality(just like in the movies). He wants to be treated seriously but because of his young age and naivety he's treated like their team's little side kick. That might also rile up some conflics that could be explored if he was in a 3rd season of the show.

Next up is Klette, my absolute favorite...

Our nonbinary icon, indeed. I don't remember what their role is in the movies and how they join the bunch so I'd be open to be informed of their original role. But I do remember their fun banter with Nerv, which I absolutely loved and would keep in the show, with less underage romantic jokes of course. Klette would definitely add to the wild theme of the show, with their messy hair and sassy/playful attitude making them a perfect wilder kerl. I'd like to imagine that the bunch didn't accept her as a memeber at first, just like when they rejected Vanessa, but not because of Klette's gender but because they were too weird for the bunch, even comparing them as a rat. They don't take the rat part personal but they do question the bunch's view on excluding people not fit for their norms even though they themselves are crossing the norms of societly, literally being a soccer cult. That could be an interesting episode of it's own exploring the bunch's view on normality and treating minorities in their own group. (I might as well not know what I am talking about but I still hope you get my point) They are also more likely to get into trouble than anyone else in the group.

Now for Joschka...

Add another diverse character to the mix and it feels a lot more welcoming imo. Although it is said in the movies/books that Joschka is Juli's brother I personally don't see how that would make sense and wouldn't add to anything new. We already have a brother duo and it would be just copying another blueprint of a dynamic. So I made him and orphane, 'cuz these kids shall not be permitted to have parents. That would also make him a friend of Jojo's which he met at the orphanage. He'd join the bunch along with Nerv, that he's best friend's with, and would support Nerv with his passion for the soccer bunch. That would make him and Nerv the youngest memebers.

With him being a past basketball player I can imagine the bunch being a little rejecting if they found out, cuz we all know how much basketball and soccer players hate each other. A crossover of an rival team of the opposite sport would also be interesting to explore. An episode like that could also focus Joshkas character and his passion for both sports, torn between which one to sacrafice. I'd also like to add his couriosity of who his parents are and where his heritage is actually from. That could be an interesting episode that explores his struggle with cultrual identity and perhaps dealing with racism, which originally leads to him questioning who his parents are, who he truly is and if he can accept the truth.

I still got Juli and Maxi on my plate which I'll probably further discuss in a Part 2

#die wilden kerle animated series #dwk animated series #dwk #die wilden kerle #fanart #myart #die wilden kerle filme

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davinashifts333 · 1 year ago

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DATING KIM HONGJOONG OF ATEEZ PART 1:

⚫️summary; once again, first part to Hongjoong’s section in the new ATEEZ fics or requests I am taking, so REQUEST!!! & STREAM GOLDEN HOUR!! LET’s GOOOOO!! see all my fellow ATINY at the Arlington concert!!🩷🩷🩷

⚠️warnings; fluff, Joongie being Joongie, Ateez idiocies, craziness, some swearing, implied smut, etc. IF YOU’RE NOT 18, GTFO! disrespectfully.

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-dating Kim HongJoong is also becoming a mother of 6 & a sister wife to Seonghwa.

-dating HongJoong means late nights where you walk around Han River with snacks from the 24hr convenience stores & chat about your days but also, early mornings for the days off he has & has planned a full day of activities for you two.

-dating HJ is like being his best kept secret but also his most prized possession, he is so protective & loving to you, it’s weird for the boys.

-dating Joong is being at his dorm as much as possible because once he had you? he never wanted to let go, he swore he hated skin-ship but with you? nahhh. that was out the door.

-dating Joongie is like having a boyfriend, husband, best friend & confidant all in one because he is so respectful & sweet but also so serious & dominating that it sometimes scares you how quickly his personality can switch. (but it’s also hot asf because Captain?)

-dating HongJoong is being BumJoong’s bestie & little sister, when HongJoong is off on tour? you best believe BumJoong, momma Kim & anyone from HongJoong’s family is calling you & visiting you to make sure you’re doing well.

-some nicknames he would call you based on his initial vibe/aura & personality seen on camera; Baby, Babydoll, Love, Sweetheart, Darling, Little one (because he finally found someone smaller than him), Beautiful, Dove, etc.

-dating HJ is moving fast but it feeling right? like a month in & he’s flying you out to Seoul to visit him or coming to visit you (if his schedule permits because baby boy is BUSY).

-being HongJoong’s girlfriend means also being his true right hand, the person he wants to learn about everyday, the girl of his dreams, the one who he asks for advice all the time but ultimately protects with his life & the best part of all, the person who sees his true self & softest parts of him & his personality.

-dating Joongie is meeting his family early on & going on vacations with them but also becoming so close with his mom he just sits & pouts that you’re stealing her from him & Eomma Kim is stealing you from him too.

-you & Eomma Kim cooking for the fam & her loving you so much because you remind her of a young version of herself (be that you’re foreign or not, she find attributes about you so calming & similar to hers).

-dating HongJoong is a blessing & curse st the same time, let’s be real this man is a Scorpio, he is DEMANDING. but, also the sweetest & most sensitive & emotionally open person you know, he truly understands the beauty of the world, of people & is driven by passion so, if you are similar to him? he would be most grateful because he would feel so understood & like he could truly open up to you.

-dating HJ means truly learning the deepest parts of his soul, his drive, his motivation, his passion & the reasons behind all of them. him showing you & teaching you the way he sees the world through his eyes & loving that you understand & see it the same way.

-soft launching on your IG & the ATEEZ acc because you’re also a musician/artist/producer/singer (whatever) & you do a challenge with him & some other members.

-being his girlfriend would mean also being the group’s baby sister, each member loving you for a different reason & you often hang out with them but, yes your boyfriend/future husband gets jealous so he steals you away & keeps you to himself. (we all know this man is jealous, be for fucking real).

-“Ya! Jagi, why are you with Wooyoung & not me? Am I not enough for you? Wooyoungie, go away, she’s mine.” & so he does, San is already waiting for Woo in the living room of HongJoong’s dorm so you both can have alone time in his room.

-“Don’t worry, we don’t love Y/n at allll. It’s not like she’s OUR friend too.” Woo yells back as he walks off to steal Joong’s snacks he has “hidden”.

-you laughing the whole way Joong drags you to his room.

-Joong being a complete baby & softie with you despite the persona/front he puts on for the cameras.

-ATINY loving that they get to see this side through small snippets & stories on your IG/YouTube/Twitter/TikTok, etc.

-posting pics together & also him posting pics he’s taken of you on his camera/polaroid.

-being his muse, he literally has made 10’s of playlists & is working on songs that include things about you that only the members, him & you truly understand & know the meaning behind.

-being his all time biggest supporter, he DID meet you wearing a MATZ t-shirt so, it got him flustered & thinking about how you could he so calm while seeing him in person.

-yes you were ATINY before you dated, like dude, come on. who couldn’t love these 8 idiots.

-playfully arguing with Mingi over how you can’t choose between their rap styles because they’re so different & both so good.

-movie nights with the members where you & Joong end up sneaking off to be alone & they start hounding you both about not being able to keep it in your pants.

-he’s a passionate lover, so hidden marks, body to body, eye contact, multiple positions, etc. are for SURE his go to.

-he loves to be in control but whenever you do try to take control? it only riles him up more & has you walking funny for a few days after.

-your personality & aura is made up of leadership energy, dominance, bluntness, strength, etc. but, the real you is a soft & loving person, he is definitely the type to like someone like him, who looks so dark & scary on the outside but is truly just so intelligent, caring & creative as he is.

-dating Kim Hong Joong is like breathing underwater in a dream & no longer fearing anything, it’s like giving into your deepest & darkest desires & fighting no matter how hard the fight is. It’s like being worshipped & worshipping at the same time, it’s a push & pull of who loves who more but ultimately it’s so equal because you BOTH are so equal, it’s insane. It’s air in lungs that haven’t been able to take a full, clean & crisp breath in the longest time. It’s feeling so high & happy like you’re on cloud 9 24/7, 365.4 days a year & more.

-being his person, his lover, his best friend & future wife? is a dream written in the stars but only time could bring you closer. it’s poetry, passion & pain all in one but truly, a love so deep & understanding you could never consider it vain.

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A/N: I AM SO EXCITED TO GET BACK INTO WRITING, I HAVE MISSED SPILLING MY THOUGHTS & IDEAS ONTO THIS BLOG. FELLOW TX ATINY, SEE YOU SOON, even if you don’t know who I really am (my real name is NOT Davina & you’ll never know the real me BUT) LET’s STREAM GOLDEN HOUR!! MI GENTE LATINA!! LET’s GOOOO!! also, i am so close to 200 followers & I’m so excited & curious why I have so many followers but!! let’s get to 200!! (i’m at 199 rn)

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 11 months ago

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Last post you talked about your ideal version of canon, I was wondering could you share it with us? If not, that's ok

Oh man, I could go on about my dream version of canon for ages! I've talked about various aspects of it on here with stuff like my "sugar" posts on Nino and Alya, but the broad strokes are:

Serialized story where it's basically one large narrative told in chunks

A true teams setup where Adrien, Marinette, Alya, and Nino feel like this amazing, tight friend group who grows into a found family as they get older, giving platonic and romantic love more equal billing

No guardian order, just have it be a single-person role that gets passed on from person to person

Kagami and Luka in supporting roles that have nothing to do with being love interests

Sympathetic Gabriel who feels like a truly tragic figure, but who does NOT get redeemed

Emilie gets an actual character

No sentinonsense

Revised miracle box that is way smaller and that has strong lore

The Agreste's aquiring the miraculous is far more morally complex, makes sense, and was not done for explicitly selfish reasons

Reverse the love square right from the start and never have the crushes flip

I've talked about all of these things on here, but the one thing that I've only briefly touched on is my love of a reverse square setup. I am passionate about that one, so let's take a moment to talk about why since it's probably going to be the most interesting to read.

I don't hate the canon setup for the crushes, but also I don't think that they're the ideal crushes. When it comes to romance stories, you want to design your love interests around each other. You want them to feel special and like they bring something unique to the table. Canon doesn't really give us that. There's nothing all that special about Adrien that makes him feel like the person that Marinette would be drawn to above all others. Same goes for Chat Noir and Ladybug, but we'll get to them in a second.

What is Marinette's biggest struggle? Her role as Ladybug.

Who is her main support in that role for most of the show? Chat Noir.

Who is her main support on the civilian side even before the reveal? Alya.

So why is Marinette's crush on Adrien and not Chat Noir? I don't know. It's the lesser setup by far and that goes beyond just the logic elements of who it makes the most sense for her to fall in love with. A lot of Marinette's worst behavior actually feels justified in a reverse crush setup, allowing you to write her without major changes to her character.

For example, Marinette keeping a chest of gifts for Adrien is kind of pathetic. She's friends with Adrien and she gives her friends gifts all the time, why can't she give him gifts, too? Reverse the crushes and suddenly this behavior makes perfect sense. Marinette isn't storing up gifts because of overblown fears of rejection. She's storing up gifts for legitimate fears about how her partner will explain these random gifts, thereby risking his identity, meaning that she has a sold argument for waiting until the time is right (post reveal) to give them to him.

There's also the legitimate fear that confessing her love could ruin their dynamic and put Paris at risk. Keeping her feelings to herself is now an act of self-sacrifice and not just an act of nerves. Basically everything about Marinette's hesitance just makes so much more sense if it's on the hero side.

But what about Adrien? How does this fix him?

I love the idea of our male romantic lead falling for our female lead because she's bold and brave, but it honestly doesn't fit Adrien's character. He is surrounded by powerful, confrontational women. Nathalie, Chloe, Kagami, Amilie, Audrey, and Tomoe are all no-nonsense women who get what they want. This means that Ladybug doesn't bring something unique to his life. She fits the standard mold. Adrien falling in love with her after she talks down Hawkmoth doesn't feel like the right choice for his character because it doesn't feel like something he'd be wildly impressed by.

Meanwhile, Marinette is shown to be a generally wonderful friend. She cares about others and will do what she can to make them feel welcome and accepted. That's a much more unique thing for Adrien to experience. Think about the umbrella scenes and imagine if it was Marinette apologizing. Marinette owning that she treated him poorly and asking his forgiveness. How often do you think Adrien gets moments like that? Doesn't it make more sense for something like that to make his heart flutter?

We see Marinette doing things like making banners to celebrate her friends (Timebreaker) and making sure everyone feels included (Reflekta). Imagine her giving Adrien that kind of treatment because it's just who Marinette is. She shows up to his fencing matches to cheer him on. Brings him his favorite snacks as a treat just because, surrounding this poor boy in honest, genuine love and support. Add in respect, too, and he'd be a goner because those are the things that he's not getting anywhere else! The things that make Marinette unique.

This brings us to our new civilian dynamic. In canon, it's Marinette failing to confess in ever more spectacular ways as Alya tries and fails to help. In a reverse crush setup where everyone is friends without gender barriers, it's things like Adrien coming up with his canon confessions and then watching Alya and Nino react with genuine horror because, dude, you're going to give her a panic attack! No! Bad kitty! Stop that! No confessions until you come up with a plan that we approve of and read at least five books of dating advice because holy shit did homeschooling do you dirty in this area!

Then, while Adrien is working to learn how dating works, he learns that Marinette is in love with Chat Noir and, oh no! He thinks she's into his public persona, totally unaware that she knows the real Chat Noir and loves his dorky self. So he tries to emulate his sexy alter ego while Nino and Alya suffer and Marinette is just generally confused because she doesn't think of Chat Noir like that, so she doesn't even notice what Adrien is doing.

This also adds a nice mitigating factor to Adrien's unwillingness to give up even though it's pretty clear that Marinette isn't interested in his civilian self. If he knows that she loves him, then his persistence is less concerning and more comedic. It's not that he can't take a no, it's that he honestly knows with 100% certainty that the answer is NOT no because she's told him that to his face. He just needs her to realize that the guy she's in love with is right here, ready and willing!

The potential for comedy is just so much more broad and so much less mean spirited because Marinette has none of Adrien's reserved nature, so her friends would totally know about her massive "celebrity crush". Adrien comes over for school projects and just stares longingly at her Chat Noir posters, wishing he could tell her his secret, but knowing that he can't.

In my world, that is so much more fun than canon's setup where Marinette has no reason to hope. I also wouldn't draw the crushes out anywhere near as long as canon did. I like getting couples together in the mid-game. It's a nice early plot to hook you in, but defeating the villain is the end game, so we don't need to draw the romance out that long. Romance isn't that special. It's not all that different from an arc about two characters becoming friends.

That's far from the only major change I'd make to shape canon into my ideal version, but it is the probably the change that I love the most. It's also the change that requires the least context to explain, so there you go!

#anon ask #love diamond

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missbuckyhellfire · 3 months ago

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This Will Be My Year : Eddie Munson

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Previous Part

Part Twelve: First Steps

Warnings:,Kissing, Discussion of Death Of Parent, Anxiety, Teasing, Family Trauma

Writer's Note: This part was difficult to write, as seen in the size of this part. Recently, a family member passed, leaving behind a young child so this hits home to me. So please be advised of the warnings for this part. Also thanks for waiting!

Eddie made sure that they kept it between the two of them until they met with the group next time. Audra knew that Mike and the younger kids would be upset with the revelation that their beloved dungeon master was sleeping with their tutor. Yet, it was for the best that the two of them decided to have their own little date beforehand and see if this would actually work out for them.

Audra was honestly relieved when Jason finally started dating Chrissy, it was a loss of stress on her part. It was getting annoying to hear him call to her, wanting to go on dates and what not. However, now she would get the occasional threat on burning in hell for joining Hellfire club. It’s the least of her worries.

Especially when she found that “F” on her music quiz. Sure it was only 5% but that hurt hard on her own ego. She was always so smart on these topics, but now she is failing music, one of her strong passions. She knew she had to ask Eddie for help, knowing he is playing in a band and all, but she hated to feel like a failure on her part.

Growing up, she always had to be the best, no matter what and cost.

It was a Friday night and Audra was in her room curling her hair blasting Alice Cooper as she had straightened her red hair wearing the vest Eddie gave her with a white tank top underneath. She worn her faded jeans with her black boots.

Anxiety was flooding through her head as she began to wonder what was going to happen tonight. Was Eddie gonna tease her when she asks him for help? Or would he say no? Regardless, she knew Eddie and was excited to go on this first date with him. For the past week, Robin and Steve have been pestering her about her upcoming date, asking her what she was going to wear, what they would do or wont do. They were looking out for her, but they also didn’t have any type of action so they wanted to pester someone for advice and tips.

“I am not sure what we are doing, we decided to take it slow.”

“Come on, you know he wants to!” Steve sighs. “It is so fuckin clear.”

“I told him to wait!”

The three of them had stopped outside the video store and looked at each other. Steve knew that he wasn’t going to get much out of her, but knew that Robin definitely will be the first to know.

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Eddie picked Audra up outside of the small diner they agreed to go to. It wasn’t much, but it was a small classic diner that he joked that his dad used to take his mom to. He never really got into what happened to his parents, except that his dad was in jail. Audra didn’t want to ask anything of the sort, especially since they were going out on their first date together. And she didn’t want to fuck this up since her last partner.

They sat down across from each other at the restaurant as the waitress looked at the two up and down before she had scuffed up his hair before walking away. His cheeks turned red in embarrassment as he looked down. The waitress was middle aged with dark hair and darker eyes with a bright smile on her face, even after she left them.

“Who was that? “Audra said.

“Just a friend of my mom’s” He sighed for a moment, looking at Audra. " She was around a lot, even when mom got sick." The eyes then glanced at the ground trying to focus on anything except what was just said. He felt a strong pang in his stomach, feeling the fear of exposure creep onto him.

"You didn't tell me she passed."

"Can we talk about something else?" His voice was firm.

Audra kept to her word as she kept her mouth shut about it. She didn’t want to ruin this date that was a long time coming. She nodded and changed the subject, she didn’t want him to get upset.

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Eddie and Audra didn’t last long after they left the diner after sharing some fries and having their own milkshakes. Their hands were all over each other even on the way from the diner, with each of their hands crawling under the other’s clothes. They needed to have each other and wanted it wherever they could get it.

Finally, Audra drove them to his trailer. Eddie was into it, but was so distracted from what happened earlier. His mind was off to elsewhere, wondering where and why he had to go to that diner, where his shitty father would take his mom to. He felt like a fool, taking to the place where his dad tricked his mom he would always be there for them until he couldn’t take the responsibility of his kid.

Yet for a few moments, he was spaced out as Audra’s lips were stuck on his neck. They were still in the car as he would hear Audra’s voice purr under her breath. Driving him to do something he will likely regret in the morning.

“Princess you’re playing a dangerous game.” His voice was a growl, teasing her daring her to step closer into this game.

“Oh am I? “She giggles under her breath.

“Yes, your going to take me under your control , make me do anything that you wish.” He played along.

Audra paused for a moment remembering what she thought of asking him earlier. This would be a interesting way to bring it up.

“Anything.” Her kisses gotten slower as Eddie groaned in response.

“Yes, please! Stop it.” Eddie groaned under his breath. He was trying to hard to not make it seem as though she is succeeding in the art of seduction. Yet, she knew it was working.

“Even if you could perhaps, help me with my music class?” Her voice was such a soft whisper, even though Eddie gave a loud holler.

“PRINCESS SAYS WHAT!?” He almost pushed her away from him. He couldn’t believe miss book nerd was the one asking for help from him. His brown eyes were risen with shock and interest as he never thought he would see the day that quite possibly the smartest girl in his world would be asking for help. “But you love music…”

“I do but clearly I need help with coursework.” Audra shrugged. She knew that Eddie was having the time of his life right now as his nerd was asking for help.

“Ok, ok I will stop.” Eddie sighed as he pulled her back in as he kissed her neck a bit more. “I GUESS I can find some time in my busy schedule for you.” Audra could feel the smirk in her neck.

“You are unbelievable Eddie” Audra chuckled.

“Hey, I am busy too you know.” Eddie licked a stripe on her neck. “Now where were we?”.

The two didn’t need to remind themselves what was going on before the sudden question. They quickly went back to their make out session in the car. Nothing else happened that night except exploring their bodies with their lips and tongue.

NEXT PART

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader

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pizzatimewarners · 8 days ago

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Some of y’all might know me for that CEC reboot video I made on YouTube. Since CEC is slowly nearing it’s death, I’ve decided to redo my reboot designs bc I AM MAKING MY CARTOON EVEN IF I GET A CEASE AND DESIST. If someone actually saves/buys CEC I hope they use my designs. I love how they all turned out. My era is called the New Leaf era.

Now let me tell you about each of the characters! ^^

Chuck E. Cheese - My version of Chuck E. has a very massive ego. His personality is a mix of PTT Chuck, Rockstar Chuck, and Alvin from Alvin and The Chipmunks. Chuck E’s a rat in my version. He always acts like he’s better than everyone else (bust he’s always wrong). He’s always getting in trouble and Pasqually has to scold him. Even though he’s very rude, he loves his friends dearly. Just like Rockstar, he plays the electric guitar.

Helen Henny - My version of Helen is a calm and kind hippie. She’s always positive even when things are scary. She’s a bit ditzy as well. Just like her PTT version, Helen dreams of being a Broadway actress. In my version she plays the keyboard.

Jasper T. Jowls - My version of Jasper is a sassy wise guy type of hound dog. He loves breaking the 4th wall and he loves teasing Chuck E. He mostly teases him because he likes him (Jasper x Chuck E. is canon in my era lol). He hasn’t changed much from his Rockstar and Avenger versions lol. The only thing that’s different I guess is that he plays the banjo.

Mr. Munch - My version of Munch has not changed aside from his design lol. I saw a fan redesign of Munch with noodle-looking(?) limbs. I thought it was funny and kind of fitting. I tried to give him more alien and monster looking qualities. He’s a DJ just like his Rockstar version.

Bella B. Conejita - My version of Bella is a shy, nerdy artist instead of a gardener. Her full name in my version is Isabella Bloom Conejita. She is very soft spoken and super shy. However, Helen helps her come out of her shell sometimes. Bella loves watching anime and she especially loves an anime called Hello Bunny (yes I stole that from the CEC cartoon pitch bible lmao). She has lots of Hello Bunny merch. Her room is decorated with tons of Hello Bunny stuff. In my version Bella plays the bass.

Pasqually P. Pieplate - Pasqually is still the kooky weirdo who makes dad jokes, but he’s also the father figure of the band. After CEC Entertainment went out of business, the company shut Pasqually and Munch’s animatronic friends down and threw them in the dumpster. The two of them snuck in and rescued them. They even found Sally Sashay and Foxica O’Farrah (Foxy Colleen in my version). Pasqually let’s Munch and the rest of the band live with him since they all don’t have a home. It’s both a blessing and a curse because he always gets dragged into Chuck E’s shenanigans. In my version he plays the accordion.

Sally Sashay - Sally is an energetic skunk with a passion for dancing. She’s even the band’s choreographer. She’s what I call “the Pinkie Pie of the band”. She’s super energetic (more energetic than Chuck which is saying a lot tbh) and she loves showing off her moves. She sometimes puts Bella outside her comfort zone. She’s quite the fashionista and she’s the band’s fashion designer. Sally also plays the saxophone.

Foxica O’Farrah - Foxica is an Irish fox who loves being fabulous and hates getting dirty. Pasqually wasn’t able to repair her legs so she gets around in a wheelchair, but that doesn’t stop her from rocking out with her friends. She’s very posh and hates doing anything that involves getting her fur and clothes dirty. She’s also kind of a neat freak. She’s the band’s makeup artist and she plays the tambourine.

Crusty Cattenmire - Crusty rejoined the band after being a baseball star for years. He’s very awkward and very clumsy. He plays in instrument now! He now plays the xylophone. He’s the voice of reason in the group, but he always ends up making things worse accidentally. Aside from this he hasn’t changed from his PTT version.

Galinda Goldie - Pls don’t get mad at me for this but I made a new member of the band. Galinda is an animal lover and she’s a big softie. She’s also an adrenaline junky and she loves to take risks. She’s the shortest member of the band (Munch is the tallest) and she plays the drums. She was discovered by Sally Sashay in a mall. She worked as a seasonal animatronic, performing for various holidays. Sally got Chuck E. to have her join the band after he got to see her play the drums. Animals love Galinda. Wherever she goes animals follow. She’s like a Disney princess lol. Also she’s mute and she speaks in sign language.

In my version everyone (except Munch and Pasqually) are teenagers and animatronics. If they got a cartoon I’d show them behave like robots once in a while. I hope you all like this new era I made up. 💜💚💛🐭

#chuck e cheese #chuck e cheese new leaf era #helen henny #jasper t jowls #bella b #bella b comejita #mr munch #pasqually p pieplate #sally sashay #foxy colleen #foxica o’farrah #crusty cattenmire #galinda goldie #chuck e cheese redesign #chuck e cheese redesigns

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kakao-lovey · 4 months ago

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ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ How to deal with difficult people when you're highly sensitive

It's very easy to attract people who make bad choices when you give off the energy of wanting to help and make everyone happy. The truth is, it is very difficult to change a person's life. If they have consistently spent their life pouring energy into harming others through bullying, hate groups and gossip, chances are you won't change them. Because change would mean taking away their identity. I will not talk about 'Bad people' and 'Good people', because no person is inherently bad or good. 'Difficult' people, as I define it, have a pattern of making negative or harmful choices instead of positive ones.

My story

When the depression that ran in my family finally hit me at the age of 12, I looked for comfort with people experiencing the same things. Everyone in my friend group had their different ways of coping - from angry outbursts to online dating.

Eventually, I fell in love with a very beautiful girl whom I had become best friends with in the most miserable time in my life. She made me feel better, like I had someone with whom I could share all my secrets.

After a year, she broke off the relationship over text. It was never once angry, just a casual 'I don't feel the spark anymore'. She was difficult to get over, and it took me a couple of months. We grew apart, and in that year I started to heal. I went to therapy, had a long trial-and-error phase with psychiatric medication (But managed to find the right ones for me) and started to take interest in life again.

It felt like I was frozen solid in my depression, and when I thawed up, I became extremely sore and vulnerable. I cried over every piece of life that left me, may it be a tiny guppy or a seedling, because for once I had deemed life as worth living and therefore precious. I was (And still am) for the first time hugely fascinated by the things around me, passionate about nature, science and art, and exploring the world like a child. A year after my first breakup, I started receiving texts from unknown numbers with area codes I had never seen before. The first one asked my name, then sent a listen-once recording of her threatening me with blackmail, telling me to off myself and repeating all those same secrets I had told my friends those years ago.

More and more people messaged me, and it became too much. I changed my number, but the damage was done and I was deeply emotionally hurt. Suddenly, looking back at the time with my ex-girlfriend and our friends felt fabricated, like she was only pretending to want to be around me. I spent nights remembering the mistakes I had made, as an ill person, and it hit me like a brick to the face.

There were real-life confrontations, too. A friend of my ex-girlfriend showed me the groupchats she was in, with people all over the world passionately hating on one innocent person. She sent one of these victims a voicemail, while I was standing next to her, saying she hoped God regretted creating him.

I have healed from this, I can say with confidence. But, especially as a person with autism, I am always a bit of the laughing stock everywhere I go. So, I would like to share some advice to you lovies.

How to identify a 'Difficult person'

These here are a list of warning signs that may (In most cases, I believe) indicate that you should distance yourself from someone. These do not apply in every single case.

They joke about death: dark humour is okay, but people who make a habit of jokes on murder, cancer, or anything else that is serious and real tend to be desensitized and may (Mistakenly or not) make the same jokes when you or a loved one are in danger. They may expose you to hurtful media or even hurt you or an animal 'As a joke'. For example, when I was in medication-induced psychosis, my then-friends deepened my paranoia by saying things like 'But what if there really is a killer following you?'.

They disrespect your religion (Or any religion, for that matter) or spiritual beliefs: this is a huge sign, unfortunately, that a person does not care. If a person slanders your God(s) in front of you, it could seem like they are just being playfully annoying, but that is a disrespect you should never take, especially because that person knows you might leave, does it anyway, and therefore does not give a damn if you exit their life.

They make you feel tired, drained, or anxious: friendship is supposed to be mutually beneficial. If your friend is making you feel like a trainwreck after each interaction, leave. It is often your emotions telling you what you consciously missed, e.g. them being implicitly mean, making you feel unsafe or hurting another being.

They find your interests stupid, gross or childish: I have many interests that people disapprove of. Bugs and snakes, for one, are some of my favourite animals, and difficult people in my life kept talking about how gross I am for liking them. This could also present in people calling you a 'Nerd' for having science-related special interests, and going on about how they would never think about something as boring or complicated as that.

How to remain sane

If you just sent an important message to someone who might respond negatively, make a list of literally everything they might do or say in reaction that you can think of. It might look something like this: 1. They apologise and we become friends again 2. They send me a very long hate speech 3. They see my message and ignore it 4. They never see my message because they changed their number 5. They respond mysteriously with an unrelated emoji It may sound stupid, but it really helps! It makes you feel prepared for anything,

If you don't know what to say, don't say anything. Silence is your greatest weapon. Whenever you feel just slightly ticked off by someone, or they give you a red flag, keep to yourself, because they are likely to use anything you say against you. This is not to say that you should never ever tell someone a secret or have a vulnerable moment in front of people, just pick what you share to who very carefully.

Draw a very clear line with people. If you take anything away from this post, it should be that you can't keep putting yourself in their shoes no matter what they did. There's a boundary between mistakes and evil intent, and when they cross that, cut them off. It sounds cruel, but it is very necessary. Keeping negative energy away is the ultimate form of self-care.

Block, block, block. Change your number, if you have to. If you are in a situation where looking at your phone seriously endangers your mental health, you NEED to get out of there. Delete their numbers, block them on all social media platforms, and although is is more of a tip for cyberbullying internationally, if they live near you and confront you in real life pretend your phone got stolen or there was an error on your social media.

Limit your time spent thinking about the people who hurt you. Unless you are doing it in a productive way as self-reflection or to heal from trauma, overthinking and replaying every memory you ever had with them will do you no good. In my experience, it will actually interrupt your day-to-day life. Try to fill your day up with as many tasks as possible. Pick up old hobbies, read lots of books, study or work hard, make creative meals, anything that will occupy your mind.

Lastly, I wanted to mention that, if you are struggling with bullying, mobbing, anything that is hurting you, you are more than welcome to ask for help. From me, your teachers or parents, your siblings or relatives, even your *trusted* friends. Telling someone makes a world of a difference because you feel like you've got someone on your side.

If you feel like they've got dirt on you, you need to rethink that. Why? Unless you've said or done something that has directly hurt them, such as being mean or abusive, it could never match to what they've done to you, which *is* being mean/abusive. You having told them something about your identity, or you having said mean things about yourself or come to them with your problems is nothing. Love,

Kakao

#it girl #becoming that girl #self improvement #glow up #self care #wonyoungism #becoming her #manifestation #that girl #loablr #highly sensitive person #neurodivergent #actually autistic #mental wellness #mental health #selfcare #self love

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