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jaina-chaosweaver-of-fate · 13 days

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No energy left, Even after days of rest, Nothing that changes, This battery's long past best.

#daily poetry challenge #day 775 #So my laptops battery is basically gone.

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haiku-every-day · 5 months

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The candle burns bright, /

it may flicker, but it burns, /

on and on and on, /

#day 775 #haiku every day #haiku poem #haiku poetry #poem #poetry #haiku

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astrometrych · 2 years

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Astronomy #Space #Espace #Astrometry

#Comet : C/2020 F3 NEOWISE Day of the year : Day 775 Year progress : 0.03% [-------------------------------------------------]

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jm-2406 · 13 days

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Hi! I saw that your requests are open and I read your rules. Can I request a Theordore Nott with a Hufflepuff reader? A Hufflepuff who is quiet, but not shy. Like she speaks when spoken too or whenever she deems it necessary. Maybe they get grouped together in a project or something where they cross paths. Preferably fluff. Thanks love

You're feisty.

Summary - a study session ends with a confession.

Pairing - Theodore Nott x Hufflepuff! reader.

Word count - 775.

Note - I think I strayed a little and my work is rusty, I've written after a long break. I hope you like it.

Warnings - none.

Requests - open || find my work - here.

Being in hufflepuff was a good as well as tiring experience. Your housemates were cheerful and had a positive vibe, most of them were smart and badass but to others, you guys were portrayed as a bunch of smiles and laughs. The most common assumption that other houses had regarding you was that they thought you were shy, sweet and naive but you are not, you are just quiet and enjoy your alone time. It was a given that most of them who tried to bother you or make fun of you were pleasantly shut down and put into place. And on such days, your friend Hannah would find you in a sour mood.

“What happened now?” She asked curiously after seeing your grumpy expression. You shook your head and mouthed ‘potions’. That was enough for her to guess what might have happened. You shared potions with the Slytherins and one of them always bothered you because he considered himself as an expert in the subject just because of his house when in reality he was not. As you guys were about to sit down and relax, someone's footsteps caught your attention. To your left stood Theo, the boy with whom you were paired up, courtesy of professor Snape.

“Need to discuss something.” He said plainly and turned around. You didn't know what he was expecting but still stood up to follow him. Hannah looked at you with wide eyes and a smirk, knowing well about your crush on the tall boy. “Out of my league.” You would say but she was convinced that he liked you back.

Theodore led you to one of the quiet spots in the library. You took a seat in front of the windows while he wandered off to select the books needed for the potions assignment. After a few minutes he came back with not one but three thick books making you chuckle and the tall Slytherin graced you with a rare smile of his own. It made your heart flutter.

“All good, badger? You sure this is a study session and not a tutoring program for yourself?” A nasty voice interrupted your study session. You were too deep in the books to notice him the first time.

“What do you want, Codnor? We're busy here.” Theo said to his housemate. The boy continued to stare at the two of you until you finally snapped.

“Codnor, please go to madam pomfrey and get your eyes checked. They're stuck at our table, I think that might be a serious issue.” He looked at you with a very displeased expression but before he could retaliate, Theo had gotten up and made him leave.

When he returned, he saw you mumbling and couldn't hold back his laugh. “Stop it.” You whispered angrily. Theo raised his hands in surrender and took his seat. “You know [Y/N], there's something about you that I might've guessed wrong.”

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I thought that you were one of those shy ones but you're not. You're feisty. I like that. I like you more now.” An awkward moment followed after his unexpected words. Theo cleared his throat and tried to find the right words.

“What do you mean, Theo? You're not teasing me, are you? Because that's a little evil considering you know how I feel.”

“No. I'm not. I'd never.” He reassured you. “And I know about how you feel.”

For the first time since you reached Hogwarts, you saw Theo at a loss of words. “Are you saying that you feel the same?” You asked him quietly, hesitantly.

“Merlin! Yes. I am not good with words but I'll try. [Y/N] [Y/L/N], i am infatuated with you, your personality and intelligence add to your charm. Will you do me a favour by being my girlfriend and making me the happiest man alive?” He forwarded his hand, palm up, to you.

You blinked in shock then did a little dance while sitting on the chair because you couldn't shout in the library. “Yes. A thousand times yes.” You placed your hand in his. He brought it up to his lips and placed a chaste kiss at the back of your hand.

The rest of the afternoon went away peacefully and by the end of it, you ended up in Theo's lap, sharing your first kiss.

THE END.

#writers on tumblr #theodore nott x reader #𝐣 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #theo nott one shot #theo nott x reader #lorenzo zurzolo #harry potter #theo nott fanfiction #slytherpuff #slytherin boys #slytherin x hufflepuff #requests

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 4 months

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For the first time.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translations: “Detka.” Baby.

“Amor.” Love.

Word count: 775.

Masterlist.

You and Wanda were first time parents and to say you were nervous about it was a complete understatement.

Your wife had just given birth one week ago and in the 10 years that you and Wanda have been together your wife has always displayed qualities that proved she would someday be a great mother, but the same really couldn’t be said for you.

It’s not that you hated children or anything, quite the opposite. In fact, when your wife brought up the idea that she wanted a family you agreed wholeheartedly.

Wanting mini Wanda’s and mini you’s running around your home one day. But you just were never quite as experienced when it came to children like your wife.

So when the time came to bathe your newborn twins you were filled with an irrational fear that you’d hurt them.

Them being the tiniest little humans you’ve ever held, you were afraid of the ways you could accidentally cause them pain.

“Relax detka, you’ll be fine,” your wife says softly from beside you, as she joins you in the bathroom, seeing your internal struggle as you hold a newborn Billy securely in your arms.

“But Max, what if I drop him into the water while bathing him and he chokes, or what if I accidentally get shampoo in his little eyes and blind him or something?” You say aloud, voice shaky with fear.

“My love, you will do no such a thing, it’ll all be okay,” Wanda says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, I trust you,” you say softly. “Okay it’ll all be fine Y/N, you can do this,” you say to yourself, talking yourself up to help settle your nerves.

“So the first thing you want to do is make sure the water temperature is fine,” your wife says from beside you, having put Tommy down to sleep after his own bath so all her attention can be on you to help ensure you didn’t get any more nervous than you already were. “If the water is too hot for you, then it is too hot for the babies,” your wife says and you nod. “Okay, now hold his head like this,” Wanda instructs, placing your hand under Billy’s head and the base of his neck as you carefully and gently place your son into the small tub.

“Like this?” You ask, nervous eyes glancing at the red head quickly.

“Yes, baby, you got it,” Wanda assures, her soft tone causing you to feel calm.

“He’s so tiny, babe,” you whisper in awe, eyes twinkling in surprise as you take in how small your son truly is.

“He is,” your wife smiles, taking in your proud features. “Now, slightly wet the top of his head,” Wanda instructs and you do as told, “okay, once his head is damp put a few droplets of shampoo on his head and softly lather it.”

“Am I doing it right?” You question softly as you massage small circles onto Billy’s head.

“Yes detka, you’re doing so good, you’re a natural,” your wife says, as you shoot her a proud beaming smile.

As you continue bathing your son with few instructions from your wife you feel your heart swell with pride once you’re done, having not injured your son during his first bath and feeling much more confident in your abilities as a mother.

“There, all done,” you breathe in relief once you finish dressing Billy and laying him in his crib, “he’s down for some of the night, I hope,” you say smiling at having accomplished what you believed was an impossible task.

“You did amazing, baby,” Wanda beams from beside you, turning to face you, her arms going around your neck.

“All thanks to you Max, I certainly couldn’t have done it without you,” you say, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“You truly are a natural my love, I mean it. We just need to get you out of that pretty little head of yours. Look, Billy is fast asleep and free of harm, you did such a good job bathing him, I’m sure this is the first of many amazing things you will do with our sons and I’m so glad you’re the person I get to share these moments with detka,” your wife says placing a chaste kiss on your lips, turning around in your arms to admire your sleeping sons.

“I’m so glad I get to share these moments with you too Max, and that you’re the mother of our children, thank you for this, amor, for expanding our family,” you say, as you place a soft kiss on her cheek.

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saekkas · 8 months

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𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐓

summary: the day gojo satoru came home, everything changed– the day the strongest returned scarred, something shifted.

it’s warm. the chilly, almost numbing, weather from winter has thawed– leaving behind patches of ashen snow. the birds chirp outside of your apartment window, calling out to each other as they huddle for warmth.

you watch, enraptured, as a mother bird guards its fledgelings– it preens their wings, maintains its nest by scourging for branches and thickets alike, spreads its wings for when a threat comes near.

it’s almost endearing, how human and animal nature mirror each other so well.

“you okay?” the touch of your hand is feather light, leaving no trace as they trail down satoru’s back. your lover’s quiet– almost uncharacteristically so as he lets you tend to the scars that now litter down his back and throughout his body.

“i’m good,” satoru hums, his eyes plastered on the mugs that are nestled on your nightstand. on some days, when the memories haunt him more than they should, he refuses to speak altogether– lips pressed tight against each other, shoulders slumped as he cradles himself on the bed.

it’s warm, he once told you, eyes so vacant and empty. devoid of the usual bright blue spark they carry. i like it when it’s warm.

“does it hurt?” you know it doesn’t– know that after what he’s been through, everything’s just another shade of numb. and yet, the tiny whisper in your mind wonders if he truly understands what you’re asking. “you can tell me, y’know? that’s the only way i can help.”

“they’re healed. nothing hurts. not one bit.” satoru grins, showing off his boyish, almost childlike happiness that contrasts the way his eyes are dimmed, hair a mess atop his head.

because that’s who satoru is– who he’s supposed to be. the weight of the world rests on his shoulders, a burden so heavy it dilutes, erases one’s sense of self because if he isn’t the strongest, what else is there to be?

for a fraction of the moment, you let him comfort you– chuckle like everything is the way it was. you miss the sound of his voice, the annoying cackle he lets out just before laughing– most of all, you miss him. the satoru that isn’t a shell of the person he used to be.

your hands glide down the expanse of his back while your eyes roam his face– you take in every individual wound, each a reminder of what he fought for and lost. you wonder what looks back at him when he stares in the mirror.

“i know that,” you mumble, lifting a hand to cup his cheek, gently thumbing his dimple. “but remember what shoko said? it’ll be better if we put some ointment on them.”

“right. right.” the roll of his eyes might have been endearing had he not stiffened at your words. “we should have my wounds healed so they look less ugly.”

the term wound sounds like such an insult for how gentle your touches are when he’s with you.

“hey,” you whisper, watching as his eyelashes flutter the moment your hand threads through his hair. “they’re not ugly, satoru. no part of you could ever be ugly.”

you don’t let him speak, shake your head when he opens his mouth to object. “they’re like stars, y’know?”

“i think you meant to say ‘like pimples,’” he snorts, sounding playful as he waves a hand to dismiss your statement, but you can see it– the hatred and anger deeply rooted in his tone. “or ugly warts.”

“they’re a constellation of stars, satoru. one that’s written on your skin.” you tilt his head upwards, watch as his pupils dilate– a sea of black drowning in blue. he shivers, spine straightening when your fingers trace his jawline. “each one so pretty like they were individually brushed on by a painter.”

you press a kiss to his lips, let him feel the expanse of your love as your hands move before they rest on his chest– you feel his heart thud against your palm, a gentle but needed reminder that even when all else fails, you still have one another. “you are my world and all my stars, satoru. the sky would be so empty without you.”

“then, i’ll consider them yours,” he whispers after a moment of reprieve, leaning his forehead against yours– he lets his façade fall, unhooks the mask he wears for the world. baring his soul wide for you to see. you soften at the tears that pool in his eyes, like diamonds glistening in a storm. “just like how i am too.”

to most people, the strongest may have fallen– but, in your eyes, he’s still your saving grace.

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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I love your works! If you're willing, can you write something about tasm!Peter just like finding out about reader's sh scars? I'm not sure if you've done this already or not and I'm going through a tough time so I just really want some Peter comfort 😭. If you're not comfortable that's totally understandable! Please don't feel pressured to do this ❤️

Thank you sweetheart, I really hope your tough time is getting a bit easier or does soon <33

cw: past self-harm

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 775 words

Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re comfortable enough around Peter to forget. Even though you’ve only been dating a few months, you feel (sappily) like you’ve known him for years. You just fit together. Going over to his place is like going to your parents’ house or your best friend’s; it’s already home for you, comfy and welcoming in a way that usually only comes with history. Peter feels like he was yours before you met him.

That sense of familiarity is probably why you don’t think to be self-conscious. It’s the first day of the year that New York is warm enough to go out without a jacket, and you’re celebrating with a short-sleeved top and a skirt. Both thin and airy, perfect for the day you’ve planned at the park. Peter’s packing your lunches when you step out of the bedroom, feeling very cute.

Your confidence is rewarded. Peter grins, mouth dropping open coyly, and whistles when you do a little twirl for him.

“I’m gonna have to play interference between you and other guys all day,” he says, not sounding particularly unhappy about the prospect as he passes you your water bottle. “I filled this up so we have more than just soda, that okay?”

“Good idea.” You nod, taking it and putting it in your bag.

You look back up, and somehow your boyfriend’s mood has changed in the space of a second. A furrow has appeared between his brows, eyes stuck on where your arm brushes against the fabric of your skirt at your side.

“What’s…” His brows twitch and he holds a hand out. “Can I see your arm?”

You give it to him unthinkingly, an awkward sort of foreboding taking root in your gut. Peter holds it with extreme gentleness, rotating it so the delicate skin of your forearm is exposed to the light. It’s only then that you remember he might not know. His quiet inhale confirms it.

“Sweetheart…” His thumb brushes over the scar nearest, and you can practically see his mind flashing through memories of long sleeves, dark nights in his bed, the way you’d insisted on changing in the bathroom when you’d first started staying over.

“I’m sorry,” you say, though you’re not sure what for. For upsetting him, maybe. Even though it was inevitable. Honestly, your closeness with Peter had almost made you forget he hadn’t already seen them. He’s got to be the last person in your small circle of family and friends who hadn’t known. You’re not secretive about that part of your past. You blame it on the timing of your relationship; you’d started dating when the weather got cold, and it had just never come up.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he says softly, an automatic response to your chronic over-apologizing. “Can I just…can I ask when this happened?”

“It was a long time ago,” you reassure him. “I haven’t done it for years.”

His brown eyes flit up from your arm to meet yours. “Have you wanted to?”

Your breath gets caught in your lungs. You hold his gaze. “Not for a while.”

He exhales slowly, nodding. It feels odd to have your arm handled this gently. Peter’s always so kind with you, but the way he’s touching you now…it’s like he thinks the skin will break again if he’s not careful.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You make a quiet, demurring sound. “For what?”

“Just that I wasn’t there. I don’t like the idea of you hurting without me.”

“Pete.” Your voice is gentle, chiding. “We didn’t even know each other back then.”

“Exactly.” He releases your arm, hand moving to cup your face. “I just wish I’d known you, that’s all.”

His eyes are soft on yours, unasking. Fond in a way that makes your throat clog. “You don’t have to worry about me,” you say.

“I like worrying about you.” His mouth tilts upward, cupid’s bow stretching. “But if you don’t want me to worry about this, I won’t. Just…you’d tell me if anything changed, right?”

“I would,” you say, relieved. His thumb strokes your cheek, and you lean forward, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Thanks, Pete.”

“For what?” He echoes your question from earlier, grin widening as he ducks down to press his lips to yours again. “I love you,” he mumbles, pecking playfully at your top lip, “so much.” He plants another where your cheek dimples. “You know that?”

“Yeah.” You push up on your toes, backing him into the counter as your hand cups the back of his neck. The hair at his nape tickles your fingertips. “Yeah, I know.”

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lev1hei1chou · 3 months

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Trip To Malaysia

Nanami x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 775 Synopsis: Nanami moves to Malaysia with you PART 1 PART 3 Masterlist

The dust settled in Shibuya, and amidst the chaos, violence and destruction, Nanami Kento stands tall, having survived the disaster in Shibuya. The battle was fierce, the losses immeasurable, but somehow, Nanami emerged as the victor. As the city slowly rebuilds in its own pace, Nanami finds himself needing a break desperately, a opportunity to breathe and heal.

You, his partner, have been a irreplaceable presence in his life. As time passes, Nanami realizes that it's about time for a change – a fresh start far away from the painful memories that that take up a huge portion of his thoughts. After thorough consideration, he proposes a trip to Malaysia, a place neither of you has ever been to before.

The plane lands in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, and the warm air greets both of you as you step out onto the airport. It's quite the stark contrast to the chilly aftermath of the Shibuya Incident, and Nanami seems to welcome the change with a full heart. The decision to come to Malaysia wasn't about escaping from the past. Instead it was about discovering new beginnings.

You both settle into a cozy hotel room in the the city, surrounded by the lively culture and the hustle and bustle of Kuala Lumpur. The unfamiliar sights acts as a soothing balm for Nanami's hurt soul, and he welcomes and appreciates the chance to explore a place untouched by curses and battles.

Days turn into weeks, and you find comfort and happiness in the simplicity of daily life. Something that was not a guarantee in your world, that was filled with curses and uncertainities. Together, you walked through the bustling markets, tasted local delicacies, and learnt about the traditions of Malaysia. Nanami, known for his reserved persona, surprised you with his curiosity about the places and traditions.

One evening, as you stroll through the colorful streets of Kuala Lumpur, Nanami spoke up. "This place is quite different," he muses, scanning the vibrant lanterns hanging overhead. "It's a change I appreciate."

You smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently. "Sometimes, change is what we need the most."

The weeks turned into months, and the routine of daily life in Malaysia brought about a sense of calmness to Nanami's troubled mind. You both befriend your neighbours, then the locals, learn the language, and even learn to cook some traditional foods of the place. The days are filled with laughter, quite different from the battles you left behind in your homeland.

One afternoon, as you both relax on a beautiful beach, Nanami opens up about the past. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was like music to your ears, as he shares the burdens he carried from Tokyo, in detail. You listen, trying your best to give him as much comfort as you could, grateful for the trust he places in you.

"I never thought I'd find peace like this," Nanami admitted, his gaze fixed sun setting in the horizon. "Malaysia has a way of healing all the wounds I never knew I had. And I'm glad I could experience this with you."

You lean onto him, resting your head on his broad shoulder and nod.

As the months pass, Nanami and you create a new life in Malaysia. The memories of Shibuya fade, replaced by the vibrant tapestry of your experiences in this foreign land. Together, you face the challenges and joys of adapting to a new culture, and the shared adventures strengthen the bond between you.

One day, as you both stand on top of the heights of the Petronas Towers, Nanami turns to you with a soft smile. "Thank you," he says, his eyes filled with a newfound sense of contentment. "For being with me, for giving me a reason to live on and appreciate new experiences."

You cup his face softly in your hands, gazing into his eyes with pure love and adoration. "Thank you for letting me be a part of your journey and for allowing yourself to heal."

The skyline of Kuala Lumpur was breathtaking to look at. As the sun sets, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you realize that sometimes, most of stories involving healing begin with a single step into the unknown. All one needs to do is take that step.

In Malaysia, amid the diversity and the warmth of the lovely people, Nanami and you discover a love that goes beyond the numerous hurdles of the past. Together, you build a new chapter, leaving behind the wounds and pain of the past, and welcoming a future filled with hope and endless possibilities.

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fennecfoxdavid · 5 months

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Day #775 of David Tennant as a Fennec Fox 🦊 @neil-gaiman

#david tennant #fennec fox #dailyfennecdavid #neil gaiman #doctor who #good omens #tenth doctor #crowley

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nejiverse · 1 year

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I know that this could be kinda imposible, being in the bsd universe, but imagine s/o has parents, can i request hunting dogs meeting their inlaws?

MEETING THE INLAWS

Jouno, Tachihara, Tecchou

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this lol. Fem! Reader

cw: just the boys embarrassing you (both intentionally and unintentionally)

775 words

When you told Jouno your parents would like to meet him, he had no objections at all

You had to make him pinky promise that he wouldn’t do anything to embarrass you because he had a really bad habit of doing that, he enjoys seeing you all flustered and embarrassed

He greets your parents normally with a handshake and a warm smile which makes you hopeful that everything would go smoothly

Spoiler it doesn’t

He’s comfortably sitting on the couch next to your mother as he rambles on about every single embarrassing thing you’ve done

Your mother on the other hand is doing the same thing except only telling stories of when you were younger

It’s as if both of them had a vendetta against your or something

“Mom please stop..”, you drawled out the last word of your sentence as you attempted to drag Jouno off the couch and out the door.

You two had stayed long enough and you were tired.

“Actually that reminds me of another time Y/n wasn’t looking where she was going”, Jouno remarked.

You knew what he was gonna say cause he always brought it up 25/8

You glared at him. “Don’t you dare!”.

“It was on a cold Winter’s day that—”, you placed your hands over his mouth, telling him to shush.

Your mother only laughed.

She didn’t need to know that when you two were walking idly one day that you were on your phone and weren’t looking in front of you which ended up with you bumping your head against a sign pole and a big bump on your forehead which Jouno laughed hysterically at every morning he saw it.

He did try to warn you but you were too immersed in your phone.

Your mother didn’t need to know that though.

Tachihara is seen as a quite confident person but upon mentioning your parents wanting to meet him, he’s a nervous wreck at first but eventually he’ll calm down

He just wants to live up to the expectations your parents had for him cause if they didn’t approve of him, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself

His words are endearing

He promises them that he’ll take good care of you and that he’ll never make you cry

He’s very tense until you place a reassuring hand on his

“I would do absolutely anything for your daughter!”

If for some reason your parents didn’t approve of him best believe he’d get on his hands and knees and literally plead

“You’ll be fine, they don’t bite”, you patted Tachihara on the shoulder.

“I dunno. I’d say they would if worse comes to worst”, he began wringing his hands.

When you noticed this, you took on of his hands in between your own and placed a kiss on his knuckles, resulting in a light shade of pink coating the apples of his cheek.

“You haven’t even met them yet, how would you know?? Just calm down alright?”.

As expected, your actions and words were able to calm him down.

Tachihara was polite throughout and had his way with words. So much so that your parents immediately took a liking to him.

“See? All your worrying was for nothing!”.

He was smiling like an idiot all the way home.

Tecchou is very formal about it

Like boy’s on his knees and everything

He ends up saying a lot of things that embarrass you but he doesn’t do it intentionally, he trying alright!

He firmly believes that all his respect should go to your parents since they were the ones who created you (his words not mine)

Tecchou immediately sat on his two knees and bowed his head.

Your parents blinked at you but you only avoided their confused gazes and put a hand over your face. You knew you should’ve warned him before leaving home..

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. L/n”.

Your parents were reluctant to as but “For..what?”.

Techhou raised his head and placed a hand on his chest. “For creating such an amazing woman like Y/n. I’m forever grateful”.

That was your queue to butt-in cause if you didn’t, who knows what words would come out of his mouth next.

“Woah would you look at the time! We have to go”, you chuckled haphazardly, pulling Tecchou behind you.

“Go where Y/n? It’s eight pm—”.

“Shh!”.

Despite the fact Tecchou was a bit over the top sometimes, you still found it a bit endearing.

Masterlist :)

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oleander-nin · 8 months

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Horrortober day 2- Accident(Yandere ROTTMNT Mikey x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Burns, accidental hurt, burn injuries, victim blaming, dark themes

Words: 775

Summary: Mikey is finally fed up with your attitude

You shouldn’t have kept pushing him. The anger in his eyes, the fury rolling off his body in waves, it was all showing signs of you being completely and utterly screwed. The youngest Hamato may be small, but he was not weak. Gosh, you never should have pushed him like this. The argument was so simple, you were only making a mountain out a mole hill in the grand scheme of things. You could tell instantly this time was different, Mikey’s cold eyes covering the forgiving look he’d usually give you when you try to fight with him. Sure, he'll usually tighten your chains and withhold your food for a while, but those were merely comforts. Never once since he kidnapped you three months ago had he gotten truly angry with you. It was terrifying to see.

“I told you to shut up.” Mikey hisses, his face a dark green from the anger bubbling beneath his skin. It was hard to look at him, his usually cheery but stern attitude wiped away and replaced with something a million times worse. “I told you! I told you, but you never listen! Why don’t you listen to me?!”

You take a step back from the angry mutant, your eyes widening at his erratic movements and twitching hands and mouth gaping as all words leave you. The short but powerful terrapin was showing you just how terrifying he could be. You worry he would strike you if you weren’t careful, his pupils mere dots while he stares you down. His eyes narrow when you step back, his face pinching in disgust.

“Oh, so now you’re quiet.” He goads, taking a step towards you as he marks and eyes start to glow a vibrant yellow as a chain starts to materialize and move to his will.. His voice takes a falsely sweet pretense, his head tilting to the side as he talks. “You were so eager to talk earlier, I assumed you had forgotten how to stop.”

He takes another step towards you, and the chain attacks, wrapping tightly around you as if it had a mind of its own. You scream when the metal hits the skin of your arm, the feeling of the metal melting away at your flesh and burning your blood before it can escape its containment being more agonizing than anything you’ve previously felt. Your screams seem to startle Mikey, his eyes widening as the glow of his marks dim. He looks hesitant, scared, the sweet smell of burning flesh filling the air and making him nauseous.

The tightness of the chains drop, loosening their hold and pulling your skin off in thick, bloody clumps. You continue to scream in agony, the places where your skin still clung to the meat of your arms bubbled and weeping. Mikey rushes forwards to grab you, panic set in his eyes as the chain disappears with a wave of his hand. He takes the underside of your arm where your skin had been spared, looking over the bleeding and burned skin. He tries to shush you, but his empty words do nothing to ease your pain.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it.” He murmurs, his eyes darting rapidly across the room as he tries to think of a solution. “C’mon, we need to go to the med bay. Leo has some stuff that’ll help, I swear.”

You barely register when he grabs you, the burning of your arms taking over everything. He situates you in his arms so he wasn’t touching any of your burns, rushing towards the med bay. Your mind is a foggy haze as he applies ointment to your arms and wraps them up in bandages, his face smoothed from the worried frown to a determined stare. Your cries are quiet after he gives you painkillers, ones stronger than you would assume he would have. They make your mind loopy and your eyes heavy, and you find yourself barely able to keep your eyes open.

“You know,” Mikey says softly, finishing off the long roll of bandages that are now set on your arm. “This was your own fault. You shouldn’t have made me mad.”

You don’t respond, your brain is too foggy to care. You could hear him, but stringing words to form a sentence was too big a task for you. He looks into your eyes, seeing the cloudy look you have and sighs. He pushes your head into the crook of his shoulder, kissing the crown of your head. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk later.”

And so you drift off, into a world of drugs and numbness.

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andkisses · 10 months

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♡ he's (super) shy | enhypen ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: he’s super shy, super shy

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 775 total ♡ genres/tropes: fluff! ♡ mentions of/warnings: none (this wasn’t proof read tho </3) ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ each part is inspired by lyrics from super shy by newjeans <3 ♡ a/n p2: i apologize for the unannounced absence! i started my new full time job and it’s taken a lot of effort to get into a new rhythm <3 i’ve also been working on a larger upcoming series as well! thank you for your patience ♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - “but wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine”

it took all the courage he could muster–he asked you to wait until he could confess properly. the wind blows through your hair and his, making you both tussled messes. jungwon didn’t want to risk losing you, even if he couldn’t bring himself to 100% confess to you yet. he wanted everything to be perfect for you, be brilliant and golden and oh so happy. and you made him so shy–a blush across his cheeks and a smile so wide it was painful. lucky him, with a kiss on that smiling, cheek you tell him he's already just enough–and that you’ve been waiting for this moment for forever

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - “i'm all nervous ‘cause you’re on my mind all the time”

he thought he was losing his mind with all the thoughts of you—it had never happened before, and if it had, it was nowhere near this intense. everytime he thought of you or something romantic or both, he'd blush even if he was all alone and there was no one to tease him or ask questions. just the idea of you makes his heart race, a nervous pace that overcomes his senses and he’s sent the quick and short text before he can stop himself–i like you. do you like me back? your reply has heeseung experiencing a new kind of nervousness: yes, and i thought you would never ask

✧･ﾟ: * jay - “find a lil' spot, just sit and talk”

he works through his shyness by facing it head on, even if it makes him hot beneath the collar and red at the tips of his ears. he hopes he can blame both on the sun. jay invites you to so many different places under the guise of doing something else–studying, research for a project, anything else to make it not seem like a, well… a date. conveniently, it was only ever you two, and in his shyness he forgot your cleverness. you remind him one day after another outing, placing a kiss on his cheek to say goodbye and wishing the next time to be a real first date. jay’s determined to find the perfect place.

✧･ﾟ: * jake - “my eyes suddenly sparkle when you say i’m your dream”

he's sure he's dreaming–he must be–when you catch up to him on the quad, delicate fingers encircling his wrist. he turns toward you, and you tug him close with an intense look in your gaze, your confession and doubt already tumbling past your lips in a spiel you couldn’t have planned and jake couldn’t have ever expected. sure, he’s dreamt of a moment like this several times over, but having it be real? jake wonders if you see how his eyes sparkle when you do this, pour your heart out and strike past his shyness–should he be just as bold and just show you his feelings instead?

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - “you don’t even know my name, do ya?”

he’s absolutely certain that you didn’t know his name or even know he existed–or, at least, he was. yeah, you shared several classes and sunghoon has convinced himself you’re in the same major so he’ll get to see you often. but he's him and you're You and sunghoon has also convinced himself that he is merely a spectator to your show–a role he was content enough in. imagine his surprise when you find him after class and bring him a note–a nice envelope graced with your handwriting spelling out his name in perfect letters and–oh, what’s this? you’re blushing too?

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - “i'm usually pretty talkative, what’s wrong with me?”

he shuts down around you and it drives him insane because sunoo could make a brick wall talk back. he’s also been confident in his conversation skills and his ability to be strong and bold around people. but with you? you're so special, too special–it takes him aback and off guard and it ignites a feeling in him he isn’t used to. sunoo, he realizes, is shy, and he isn’t sure what to do. so, he does what he knows best. sunoo catches you after class, and starts talking, ignoring his shyness and explaining his feels outright and–do you like him too? your hands in his, the red on your cheeks, and your lips against his tell him everything.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - “something odd about you, yeah, you’re special and you know it”

something odd has happened, between you and niki, and while it absolutely terrifies him, this new feeling, it's exciting, enthralling. it makes him shy and question himself but he wants answers more. so, one day, when you come over, he starts asking questions around the edge of what he actually wants to say, gauging your reaction in case he needs to back off and kill these new, shy feelings. imagine his surprise when you start teasing back, your questions striking closer to the confession niki hopes you’ll make–i like you. and then, somehow, without words even–you end up together, sharing a sweet kiss that niki is sure erases his shyness once and for all.

#kdiarynet #kwritersworld #kflixnet #k-labels #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #jungwon fluff #heeseung fluff #jay fluff #jake fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunoo fluff #niki fluff #headcanons #enhypen #all

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Fading Castles

Edited-ish. ~775 words

“I’m not okay,” he whispers beside you, the heel of his palms pressing against his eyes. He is close to the edge, and you are afraid he will slip over it before you get the chance to pull him back.

“What happened?” You whisper, hand soothing a trail over his back. “Rafe?”

“I’m trying to get better,” he says, lifting his head and looking at you. You frown, noting the misery on his face. “And it does not seem to be working. I keep messing things up.”

If someone had told you this is how your night would be going, you would have called them a liar as Rafe stares at you. He had been cold and impersonal with you since the moment you had met. But tonight, you are getting a glimpse past that hard, shiny outside surface, and it both terrifies you and exhilarates you.

Moving your hand to cup his face, you stare at him sadly. The pad of your thumb swipes away the tear tracking down his cheek. “What happened?”

He swallows before he is up and pacing away from you. The empty parking lot is lowly lit, but you can still see him. The normal kook attire that he and all of his buddies seemed to wear sticks out like a sore thumb against the cracked and weed infested beach parking lot.

“Rafe?”

He runs his hand over his face. “I…I tried to hurt Sarah.”

“How?”

He looks anywhere but at you. The toe of his sneaker scraps across the cracked pavement. “Um…I-I...I got angry about her and the pogues. I grabbed her, and I tried to choke her.” He exhales a shaky breath. “I had my hands around her neck…”

You exhale and stand, smoothing your hands down your jean shorts to calm yourself. Alarms blaring in your head at his description of the events prior to him finding you on the beach. He is drunk. The expensive smashed bourbon bottle at the entrance of the beach pathway is a clear indication of how much he is trying to drown out the pain. Being afraid of Rafe would be an understatement as you watch the kook prince pace in front of you. He seems to teeter on the edge of madness and pity.

“Why are you here, Rafe?”

He stops walking and finally meets your gaze. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You nod, arms crossing over your waist. “Your dad?”

He shakes his head, a heartbreakingly sad chuckle leaving him. “Sarah’s his favorite.”

“Ah.”

“I can go…” He looks over his shoulder towards the highway. If he went left, he would end up back in Figure 8 and if he went right he would end up in The Cut.

You can not let him walk away, not like this. Figure 8 would tattle, and The Cut would destroy him in his current state.

“No,” you murmur and close the space between you. Your arms wrap around his waist, and you hug him. It surprises you both, but he does not pull away. Instead, he hesitates, but eventually, his arms circle around your shoulders, and his head drops to rest on yours. “I’m sorry that you are losing control and have no one to turn to.”

He swallows, it is audible, but otherwise, he stays silent until you end the hug and step back.

“I know I’m only a girl that serves you and your buddies drinks at the Island Club, but I think you are right…” You try to sort out how to word your train of thought without making him angry again. If he could harm his own sister, there is no telling what he could do to you if provoked. “I do think you are not okay. You hurt people, and it is terrifying at times.”

He nods, wiping his face before reaching for you again. He tugs you back against his chest, and you let him. He is warm against the chill of the October breeze pushing in from the sea. A shiver runs through you, and he seems to hold you tighter.

“Therapy is a good option. Like a professional.”

He blows a breath out before his gaze meets yours after you look up at him.

“You care, don’t you?”

You bite your lip before nodding once.

“Why?”

“Because everyone deserves to have someone in their corner.”

He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again. Those brilliant blue eyes make you long for the summer days on the beach, playing in the ocean, and being carefree.

“You have me, Rafe. I know I’m just me…”

He smiles a little. “I like just you.”

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you

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Astronomy #Space #Espace #Astrometry

#Comet : Encke Day of the year : Day 775 Year progress : 64.32% [%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%_________________]

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pocketjoong · 7 months

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this is actually so hard for me because do i want san or do i want woo but guess what i will go with the wooyo 🥰🥰

sOOOO i really need some floof with wooyoung, maybe some college bf woo cause he sounds very slay 🔥 take your time with it my dear and good luck 🥰

Thank you so much for requesting Chip! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (P.S. Requests are open until 11:59 p.m. PST today!) @nebulousbrainsoup I'M SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG YOU FOR BETA-ING THIS. THANK YOU. ILY.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): Fluffy college!bf wooyo headcanons!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) non-idol!Wooyoung x gn!Reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) Lots of FLUFF. Mentions of eating. Mentions of uni being stressful. lmk if I am missing something.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 775

☆ You and Wooyoung first met during your freshman year at college. No one would’ve expected your path to cross, especially considering that you were a STEM major while Wooyoung was a dance major. But, on the first day of a general education class, you found yourselves seated next to each other, and a casual conversation soon turned into animated discussions about the creative aspects of your respective fields.

☆ Wooyoung’s infectious laughter and humor quickly won you over, and you couldn’t help but admire his passionate approach to dance and art. Likewise, he was captivated by your intelligence and curiosity, and the way you treated everyone with kindness.

☆ As the semester progressed, you and Wooyoung became study partners, helping each other with your assignments and offering different perspectives on the course material. And even after the semester finished, the two of you remained friends, hanging out with each other whenever you had the time to.

☆ One evening, as you were working on a particularly challenging project for your class, Wooyoung decided to surprise you with a homemade dinner. He knew how stressed you were and wanted to lighten the mood. The dinner in your dorm room marked the beginning of your relationship.

☆ One thing that has remained consistent throughout your relationship is Wooyoung waking up a little earlier than you, tiptoeing into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of you, often playing soft music in the background. It’s usually something simple but made with love, like a heart-shaped pancake with a dollop of your favorite jam, or a sweet note by your coffee, expressing his love and wishing you a great day.

☆ Wooyoung also loves to randomly drag you into impromptu dance sessions, even if it's in the middle of your living room or the kitchen. Even if you don’t know how to dance, he patiently teaches you basic dance moves, guiding your steps until you get the hang of the moves. Sometimes, he dances goofily and encourages you to do the same, both of you dancing to the music while your laughter fills the room.

☆ He knows when you’re stressed about your classes, and motivates you to keep pushing forward. He sometimes leaves little encouraging notes in your textbooks or sends you sweet texts during the day.

☆ On tough days, he knows exactly when you need cuddles and comforting words. He wraps you in his arms, holding you close as he reassures you that everything will be okay. He tells you how proud he is of your hard work and dedication, and how much he loves you.

☆ You love attending his dance showcases and performances, and you often invite your friends to join. You sit in the front row, cheering the loudest, and your eyes are glued to him as he moves gracefully across the stage. He never fails to spot you in the crowd, and it fills him with happiness and energy.

☆ Occasionally, you find yourselves studying together. Though your fields of study are vastly different, you both enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes, you end up in the studio where Wooyoung practices dance routines and settle down in the corner, reviewing your notes or working on assignments while he practices nearby. You’re always there to help each other through the challenging parts, and it makes the study sessions much more enjoyable.

☆ Dating Wooyoung also means spontaneous date nights. They can be as simple as a midnight stroll through campus, a movie night at either of your dorms with all your favorite films and snacks, or a surprise outing to a new restaurant you’ve both been wanting to try.

☆ On the days leading up to Halloween, you spend weekends watching your favorite spooky movies in your matching Halloween-themed pajamas. A few days before Halloween, instead of watching movies, you visit a local pumpkin patch and pick out the perfect pumpkins to carve out. And on D-day, you usually go to the local haunted house or Halloween attractions.

☆ For Chritsmas, you decorate your dorm before leaving for the holidays. You both spend a day adorning the space with twinkling lights, ornaments, and a mini Christmas tree. And you make it a point to visit each other’s families for Christmas, exchanging gifts and spending time with loved ones.

☆ Wooyoung doesn't wait for special occasions to express his love. He often leaves small notes hidden around your home with sweet messages, surprises you with your favorite flowers, or simply tells you how much he loves you when you least expect it. His love is a constant presence in your life, and it warms your heart that you found such a precious person to share your life with.

#outlaw/headcanons #wooyoung x reader #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung headcanons #wooyoung reactions #cromernet #ateez fanfic #wooyoung fluff

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elephantaday · 2 months

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Day 775 of posting pictures of elephants.

Source: Volunteer World

#cute animals #cuteness #elephant #image of the day #not my image #cuteness overload #elephants #wildlife #adorable #nature #baby #baby animal #baby elephants

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