#sometimes there are thinks i cant explain through words;; like vibes and feelings

[darabeatha]

/ My wish would be to have a curated p.interest account dedicated to yoinking aesthetics for my muses-

[yuri-is-online]

List of characters that i think smoke a lil weed:

Riddle. He needs to chill the fuck out. I don't think he'd be able to handle smoking though, physically or mentally, so like. Trey should maybe slip him a strawberry tart with some ganja in it

Cater. Let him find the will the live and spiritually high five Morgan freeman or smth idk

Ace and Deuce. Another day, another heart attack cause Yuu got into a situation again

Trey. Partially because we both know damn well how stressed he is on a daily, but mostly because I just want the strict "Rule Following Dorm" to just be chalk full of stoners. Never let them know your next move! 🤙

Ruggie. He deserves it. Weirdly enough, he actually preforms better at his jobs when he's high as balls (this is based on one of my brother's. He can't drive for shit but he can smoke a blunt and then suddenly he turns into a chauffeur???)

Jade. I don't think he would need it or even really feel a desire to do it; he just wanted to know what it felt like the first time he did it, but then Yuu shotgunned him once and now he's much more willing to smoke. Probably makes the best food ever when he's high

Jamil. Look me in my eye and tell me he doesn't need Marijuana like a white mom needs a live laugh love sign. You cant. He can't do it too much though cause whenever he gets high he ends up just. Melting into his floor and stares at the ceiling for the next few hours and he can't do shit.

Kalim. He wants to be included. Also I think he would be a crier cause Lord knows he needs a good sob

Epel. He'll do just about anything if he thinks it'll make him cooler, and in his mind, weed is pretty cool. It is significantly less cool when he starts coughing like he's trying to puke out his organs though.

Vil. I don't really know why, he just would. He wouldn't smoke it though. Probably just eat an edible, and not the normal ones like a brownie or a cookie or some type of sweet, nah. He's going for the peanut butter. "Vil why is your peanut butter green?" "It's made with pistachios" "Ok but why are your eyes so red" "it's windy out here". He's so good at lying through his teeth when it comes to this but come on! He needs a break! Let him do this or he's gonna bite neiges head off!

I dont think Rook would. I don't why for this either, it's just the vibes. Rook is staying sober.

Idia tried it once to see what the hype was about and started choking. He's one if those people who isn't affected by Marijuana so he didn't really do it again. Until those cotton candy vapes came out and then he tried it again.

Lilia. I don't think I have to explain this.

Yuu. They were the one that got everyone else smoking. The probably grow it in their garden and tell people it's mint (also inspired by my brother). They're stressed constantly and making out with their boyfriend doesn't always take that stress away, so why not make out with their boyfriend, but high.

Honorable mention: Sam! He's just cool like that.

Honorable mention: Chen'ya! Cause I feel like he would.

I know nothing about smoking weed because the smell makes me kind of sick so I will take your word for it that this list is accurate. I do know a decent bit about drinking vodka straight from the bottle so allow me to give you my list of people who I think would do that:

Crewel- i think he's a cocktail guy but sometimes he just doesn't have the patience. He also has a big bottle of absinthe for emergencies. It's been getting a work out with all the overblots this year.

Lilia- used to back when he was traveling the world, nowadays he prefers not to so he can set a good example for Silver. Probably sticks to weed since it's more natural

Floyd- I feel like he makes those toxic jungle juice mixes that you can't tell the alcohol content of for "funzies" but then refuses to drink it himself and just drinks it from the bottle.

Epel- again he thinks it makes him look cool. He hates vodka because as a proud citizen of Harveston he strikes me as more of a cider guy but he still assumes he looked cool.

Sebek- he did it on a dare and he hated every second of it.

Ruggie- he does the thing where he gets cheap vodka and puts it through a brita filter to make it better.

Leona- he is too lazy to get himself something better. Do you think he smokes weed or sticks to catnip? And if you asked him that how loud do you think he would laugh before trying to beat your ass?

Yuu- at all times they look like this to me:

[marcellasdiary]

hi hi lovely !!! it’s @lolashifts !! sorry for bothering u but i just NEEEED to know more about your teen wolf dr !!!!

i’m so curious bc i’m shifting to season 1 so that i have the time to get comfy and see everything unravel etc but if i understand correctly you’re currently in a different point in time in your dr, right ? is there anything you’re comfortable sharing about what happened before this?

(i hope i’m making sense, i’m usually awful at explaining myself, sorry 😭)

alsooo i’d love to know how beacon hills is !! if there are any shops you really like, places to be, whatever you’d like to share <3

(us teen wolf shifters gotta stick together fr btw)

HII!! yes us teen wolf shifters GOTTA STICK TOGETHER. thank you for the ask this literally made me so happy!!

this is going to be long so i apologize in advance 🙏 i am nothing if not a yapper.

yes, at this point my dr is "post-canon" if im talking in ao3 terms. it's been like almost a year now since everyone and their mother (literally) was against us and we were all sleeping on the floor of a veterinarian clinic, so i would say things are decent! you can think of everyone split into three groups at this point: the ones away at uni, those of us who are still in beacon hills already working or going to bhcc, and the ones who are about to graduate high school. (and a moment of silence for the two i know who are still juniors, nolan and alec, unfortunate for them really).

as for the area, i will be honest with you, beacon hills is kinda boring in my experience LMAO. it’s a mid-sized town, its realllyyy old, LOTS of abandoned places around, exploring them is fun. lots of people move in and out constantly. can you blame them? we have a big reputation for being a "haunted" or “cursed” area, and lots of true crime fans visit. let me tell you they scam tf out of these people LMAO. for example people pay to go on this one tour where they literally just walk you through a trail and from what ive heard tell you incorrect facts about werewolves. girl if you dont go home. also apparently theyre planning on building a museum or something based on all thats publicly known, i cant wait to go and laugh personally.

so yeah, if youre arent already used to living the small town life in any reality, you'll have to get used to the art of it, which is usually finding the joy in sitting in a parking lot with your friends and driving around.

we live close to mt. shasta, theres lots of nature around, plenty of trails like i mentioned, preserves, and parks. i was also going to say we have lakes, but that is an extremely generous word. so we have some ponds! yay swimming!

there is a small “downtown” area which includes some nightlife. we have a few clubs, the ones i've been too are: sinema, club 530 and the basement. sinema is the best, the basement next, 530 is trash dont even bother if its in ur dr as well 😭. theres also raves sometimes if youre into that. ive never been and the only person i know who enjoys them is erica so im sure its fun LOLL. theres also a place downtown called baan thai. BEST PLACE EVERR its so good their chicken fried rice and volcano sushi roll pls save me.

if im talking about my favorite places, i also feel obligated to mention my dads diner as i grew up there. think luke from gilmore girls, ifykyk, that's his vibe. the place is called blackbird diner, named after him and his dads favorite beatles song. (SHOUTOUT TO JOEL THANKS FOR SIGNING THE ADOPTION PAPERS 🗣️)

theres also a paintball place which i have some fun memories of. let me tell you it is a SERIOUS game when the people you’re playing with either have enhanced speed or are literally trained in shooting. or both.

and not that long ago a cat cafe opened!!!! very big for me.

[the-s1lly-corner]

May I request your master craftsperson hands to write a dandy's word ginger angst letters Heal Jealousy and Opened. Hope you get your favorite food today

H J O w/ Ginger (angst alphabet)

i kinda wanna rewatch ride your wave... good movie... makes me cry really hard- like really really hard. hmmm.... i need more sad animated movies in that genre... ride your wave and wolf children vibes prompts: heal, jealousy, opened notes: gn toon reader, short and not so sweet, written on computer cws:

HEAL

she really really doesnt like getting into fights with you. most of the time, unless its something she REALLY feels strong about shes just... going to go along with what you want... and thats not really.. the best.. but she really thinks the most of you and doesnt want to let you down

on the chance you guys do get into it shes at the point of frustration where she just wants you to understand her point of view- because odds are shes already tried to explain it kindly and you just... kept pushing it or twisting what shes saying. i dont want to say gingers never wrong but shes always the one trying to find solutions and compromises

needs time to cool off... she does bake you something to try to smooth things over and because shes sick with the feeling that shes done something horrible. she does seem like the type to buckle and admit defeat even if she were valid... ultimately goes with what you want- please have an actual talk with her to make sure this doesnt become something toxic and full of resentment

JEALOUSY

she wants to say shes not a jealous person, but sometimes... she can feel a certain way when you go off to go hang out with others. especially if youre not a christmas toon- her time with you is limited and she wants to make the most of it. she cant help but feel like she doesnt mean all that much if you run off

ginger doesnt want to make a big deal out of it but shes colder and quieter when you do get the chance to talk to her- shorter responses and she just seems a little glum. shes not an angry or clingy jealous, shes dampened and distant because shes so stuck in it and these feelings of being abandoned- perhaps creating a disconnect will make it feel less painful if you decide to ditch her again

OPENED

she would never, and i mean NEVER, throw something in your face- not something youve told her in confidence, not something she knows you struggle with. if anything, if it is ever brought up, she never uses it as a means to tear you down. its brought up in a constructive manner with the intent to work through it. its never brought up during an argument

and if you threw something in her face? god she looks so broken. the hurt on her face is instant and she just. instantly simmers down. why would you say that? HOW could you say that?

that might actually be one of her deal breakers, honestly, because how can she trust you again after youve shown such disregard- such ill intent?

[neoncityrain]

were you into pokeask at some point? your style has the vibes.

yep! but uuuh. hmm. i tried to explain why i left but it turned to insane rambling so ill put that at the bottom under a read more if you want lol. in short i was a part of it, but no longer want to associate.

digitally i was phone art exclusive at the time, but if you were a part of the community or watching it for a long time you may know me by any number of these (since they got the most popular):

a lot of what i made suffered and came across as confusing / convuluted, turns out depression and getting actively abused melts your brain. WHOOPS. my stories are probably clearer now.... i still feel like an insane guy at a corkboard every time i explain my lore tho lmao

i still draw most of these characters lol! they mean a lot to me. shine (first image) was especially ironic and funny to me... but thats a story for another time

...

and now the INSANE RAMBLING TM. the big cheese. i know some folks who love reading drama, this ones for you.

as for why ive left:

i got groomed in pokeask and watched a lot of grooming happen. id say i was one of the lucky ones, even- i weaselled out of the guys attention by the fact that it was only through tumblr and i deleted the blog. but it also means that all i had is word of mouth now, so rather than pursuing someone i knew i had no actual evidence against, i started to try helping out others who got in the same situations. i dont regret it, id do it again in a heartbeat, but i was barely even an adult at the time.

i had callout posts made against me a couple times after i, letting my paranoia get the best of me, expressed- lets call it severe frustration??- with the actions of one of the biggest names in that community. admittedly not in the best way by a long fucking shot! but the post blew up. i just wanted that person and their little group away from me, but i did it in an idiotic way without thinking. so i got branded a bunch of the very things i was pissed at THEM for, and a bunch of "so you dont think [person who groomed someone close to me] can change?", and people talking shit behind my back in servers i literally was a part of, and xyz. i cant help but wonder how long my real name that i naively had given out when i was younger was on those posts? it was crazy

im on medication now but i still refuse to be muzzled of someone elses volition so i just dont go back to the community lol. they can think im a pedo all the fuck they want as long as those people stop oozing back into my damn life. its been five years and the last blocked person over this was TWO days ago but its so fucking fine. i already snapped long ago, now im just... tired. im soooo fucking tired.

i genuinely hope, so badly, that its gotten better. pokeask was very, very, VERY important to me and got me though a lot of irl abuse and sometimes even gave me the words i lacked to realise i was being abused. i hope things are okay and the new kids joining for the first time in the same way i did have even half as good a time as i had and none of the bullshit.

and please dont say youre sorry this happened either- i just like to be clear! its not your fault and yea it sucks but theres others who need to hear that more than i do, yk? i am but ye olde tranny sharing tales of yore. theres people actively in situations like this who need the help, i dont

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and for anyone who may see this post, if youre IN the community and looking to argue against any the shit ive said: ive kept it vague for a reason. this is my personal experience. you can disagree with the way i went about shit, i do too i was a damn idiot about it, but you dont get to claim there was not abuse. thank you!

[grozva]

depending on your music tastes, this oc question might be hard (or incredibly easy lmao).

is there a score or instrumental piece of music you associate with your oc(s)? if so, why? what about the music makes you think of them or feels like them? if you don't know enough scores/instrumentals to feel confident answering, then maybe a song where the lyrics may not match your oc/their story, but the energy, sound or vibes of the song does.

and if you earnestly don't have answers for the previous requests, throw any oc-relevant song at me. slap me with it like a mackerel.

AAAAAAAA HELLO <:0 thank you for the ask omg >:3cc there was gonna be much more cause i am. so very enthusiastic about music. but i ended up cutting a few characters out because the post would be 1) too long 2) take even longer to deliver. the hard part was not the music, but to explain my choices jksjlsds. cant believe that this turned out to be not so much about the characters themselves but about the places they're associated with. i dont know if i can properly articulate about what's in the music that makes me think of them so instead i said what the music makes me think of, if that works oTL

ENRI tmnt 2003, 2012

i chose her tracks to match the energy of her dreamwalking adventure. when she enters dreams as a silent explorer. never having had a dream of her own, she's gliding through dreams to see what goes on in other people's heads, guarding the peace of their mind when it's needed.

BUBBLE-outtake7, night lights, Debris, The Other Side of the Door, Nanachi in the Dark, Abyss of the Sea; some dreams are pure and affectionate, some are disturbing, dark and twisted or impossibly confusing and some have so much going on that its hard to keep track of them. she knows she doesn't belong here, but still enjoys observing and studying what she sees. she conceals her presence and keeps her intrusion into dream itself minimal but she isn't always successful, so occasional action is inevitable. sometimes she encounters nightmares, obviously. and more aggressive…? creepy? if that's the right word-- tracks, the ones that feel like there's something going on, are here to reference exactly that.

if that's any help at all, i associate her with alice in the wonderland and hollow knight in the hallownest (mainly dream nail related elements).

MEDUSA tmnt 2003

the scores i picked for her are meant to reflect the feeling/mood/energy of her lair. not an entirely creepy stone statue garden or snake nest one could expect from a medusa inspired character, but a part of that vibe is present. it's located not too far from underground city that we see in episodes 13-15 of season 1 (and then some more in season 2 and 3) so expect crystals and bioluminescence. while there's an eerie and tense feeling to it, it can feel cozy and tranquil as well, if you're a friend of hers.

Lady of Gorgon, Kyne's Peace, JUROIMOH MUTATION, Crystal Peak, The First Layer, Path of Desolation;

to clarify, she's not supposed to be outright hostile, it's just that she will respond exactly with the attitude you give her. she is rarely genuinely interested in other people and avoids anyone who lurks nearby. especially those who venture deeper into that part of the caves where she resides, so usually such visitors get scared away if they stay for too long. they are in her territory, and she wants to make sure they realize it. you can't see her but she always knows when you're there.

[magicalink]

hello! it's me, the same anon in this ask: https://www.tumblr.com/magicalink/784222458226130944/hot-take-but-it-really-sucks-that-i-cant-see?source=share

something i forgot to say, and i'm sorry if I ever made you think you did something wrong (you didn't, i promise), is that it's not just you who write scara the way i mentioned, so i see that dynamic more in others' fics than in yours.

one thing i hate the most about most scara x reader """fluff/comfort""" fics is that they always make him jump through hoops just to not directly say "I love you" and instead say something else (sometimes just insults), and then the reader SOME-FUCKING-HOW understands it as him saying those three words indeed.

not only does that royally annoy me, but it also makes me feel like i dont understand him at all, bc what the hell would that say about me if i cant pick up the meaning behind his words? am i so dumb as to only be able to take them at face value? what mean shit would he say next if i reacted negatively to them? would that make me, the reader, unworthy of his love? i could link a fic (not written by you) as an example, but it probably wouldnt be right, so i hope i explained it clearly.

this paranoia also hinders me from ever publicly posting the whole breadth of my selfship art/fanfics. while i know i could just block people who will harass me about it, it would still affect me if i ever get told "he wouldnt fucking say/do that". god forbid, i want my favorite fictional man to be nice to me to cope with life😕

so yeah, thank you for hearing me out and im sorry if all this sounded rant-y. i really will shut up next time😭 and please, you dont have to do anything for me

Don't worry, I love engaging in these type of discussions, I think it adds a lot of emotional depth and community to the fandom! So thank you for sending me a message, responding the last ask helped me a lot to reflect on ny past fanfics—most were written 2/3 yrs ago, and honestly I'm a completely different person nowadays, (for better or for worse) and I'm also in a different life stage too. It also helped me realize I don't vibe at all with those old fics anymore and that I want to write new ones, that probably revolve around other problems. I don't even know if that will be in this blog or in a new one.

Writing anything is therapeutic and writing indulgent things can help us understand our feelings and inner struggles better, and also serve as a hictoric record for our future selves of who we used to be. This blog and the stories I wrote (the few I posted and the countless ones sitting in my Drive that I never posted) helped me go through with life the same way paat works of original fiction helped me cope with trauma during childhood/early teenage years.

So whether you decide to post your writings or not, it is of course your decision, but by all means keep writing for yourself. I started writing formyself bc I had things to tell myself and things I needed to remember forever, and the only times I stopped writing were when I felt it stopped being genuine and started being performative. I think that as long as one isn't forced to write to get a paycheck, everything one writes should be self-indulgent. Money to survive or self-expression, I genuinely don't see another reason to write. I normally write the most when I feel the worst, when it feels like the demon of sadness and desperation is consuming me and the only way of exorcizing it is writing whatever is making me insane out.

If you have ideas that make you happy to re-read, by all means keep writing! You don't need to post it anywhere or share it with anyone if you don't want to. I only started posting it (and I only post like 10% of all I write) bc I wanted to find other people to fangirl over Genshin with.

The truth is that anonimity and virtuality make many people say mean things they wouldn't have the guts to say in real life, and online harrassment exists. There are very mean people out there, from simple dumb people who will criticize you over not sharing a headcanon instead of keep scrolling to straight up evil people who will send you death threats and stuff they wouldn't have the guts to say in real life. It's happened to everyone, it's happened to me too, and I used to be very upset about it 2 years ago when I shared my works for the first time. Now I got more serious things to focus on and whenever I get crap like that I just delete it and move on, I just focus on the positive, and I even have a notebook where I write the sweet messages and comments some people have made on my works 💙. But it's a shift of mindset that takes some time and growth (and pain) to make and it's 100% ok if you don't wanna go through that. Only post your stuff if you feel you have an actual desire to share and if you feel you're ready to ignore mean people and focus on the nice people.

Besides, I dont even know how old you are but if you are a minor I heavily advice you not to post anything nor interact with strangers online. I know I sound like a grandma or something but as someone who grew up with unsupervised internet access only nowadays (I'm about to turn 26) I realize how harmful it was. The internet is infested with predators especially in fandom spaces and even if one is lucky enough not to be targeted by one, exposing one's most intimate feelings (as a fanfiction can often be an outlet for our emotions) and getting a negative reaction can be very hard for someone who is in their formative years.

(Anyway that was just in the remote case you are a minor in which case pls don't engage with my blog as it's mostly sexual content)

If you're an adult my advice is just sit with yourself and ask yourself, 'why is it that I want to share my works with other people?' 'Am I prepared to block the mean people and focus on the nice people?' Etc. And see how you really feel.

Anyway no one asked me for advice but I feel like talking about this as it's a veey interesting topic for me 🙃

I 100% understand self-indulgent shipping to cope with life as I've been doing it for years, but I also understand that it's necessary to understand that our beloved husbandos aren't people, they're ideas. Ideas are eternal, ideas save or ruin lives. There's a reason a person's comfort character is one characrer and not another, and there's a reason most of Scara fans also share a lot of favorite characters from other franchises. I feel that Scaranation is one, and even if we're vastly different people from different countries, ages, ideologies, etc, we still resonate with the same idea: a character that fears abandonment and betrayal and struggles with recognizing himself as human, someone who feels guilty, unworthy and alone. We all love him and every one of us gives Scara our own spin in our self-indulgent fantasies.

We all love Scara and share him because he's an idea that lives in our hearts and reminds us of our own struggles with being human and how hard relationships with other humans are, and we all have the right to headcanon him however the hell we want. We might share those headcanons or not. Hell, sometimes I stumble upon Scara fics or headcanons that make me roll my eyes and I hate them, but I just ignore them and keep scrolling. I wish everyone did the same with the content thry don't like, lol. But when I receive those dumb comments of "omg he is so out of characters" I just block. If a person doesn't understand what a headcanon is, they shouldn't participate in fandom 🙂 So if a person ever tells you "lol, your favorite character wouldn't love you" what you should feel for that person is pity, utter pity if they're an adult, because what kind of adult says that? It's seriously something you would hear a bully say to another kid in primary school. When I hear an adult human being use that as an insult I seriously just lose my already 0 fate in society 🙃 Like bro, don't you have idk, bills to pay, a job to do, a college subject, whatever besides acting like a baby online? 🙃 Pls if someone tells you this crap you should just pity them. Fictional characters exist to make us reflect or bring us joy and these people are just...idk, reliving their school bully years online? They should seriously get a job or something.

Seriously, I dont understand that mindset some people have, and the only fanfics I'm against are those who romanticize or defend messed up, illegal shit I won't name here to avoid triggering anyone. In those cases I just report to whatever platform and block.

And regarding Scaramouche not being able to say "I love you", I just personally think that canon Scara (nowadays the Wanderer) would take a lot of time to heal and to trust and dare to love again because of everything he's been through, just what he makes me feel with his in game dialogue idk. Sometimes he's very caring towards the player, but mainly through his actions, as sometimes he can be very harsh with his words (like those aggresive lines he has in the Theatre intermissions lol, he makes me so mad) I personally feel he'd be the kind of person who prefers actions over words, and honestly being with someone like that would be really hard for me irl, as I genuinely need words. (Heck if I don't need words, I tried to write my first book at 4 yrs old 🙃) Words are my favorite language and the only one that bring me peace of mind. I really tend to overthink everyone's actions so I just rather have people explicitly tell me what they feel, just the way I like to do, but many people irl feel really uncomfortable doing it or just can't articulate their feelings with words the way I do. Some people say these traits I have are very autistic coded, but I've never been diagnosed with autism, just OCD 🙃 Sometimes I do think I might be on the spectrum but I very much doubt someone would be willing to diagnose an adult woman my age in my country 🙃 It would make a lot of things make sense though 🤷‍♀️

I'm kinda tired of the same tsundere-non communicative Scara trope though (I've been reusing it for like 2 yrs already) so these past few months I've been working on an entirely different fic, modern AU, less traumatized Scara, in which he is a lot softer let's say. Sadly I don't think you'll ever gonna read it bc I'm writing entirely in Spanish (my native language) and I doubt I will translate it to English 😞. But in this fanfics I'm exploring different life struggles and Scara matures a lot and supports a very insecure reader through a lot of difficult situations and they deal with the hardships of new adulthood together.

Anyway if there's a take or Scenario on Scara you would like to see, my requests are open and I'm committed to writing the ones I accept as fast as possible from now on. My rules on requests are on my pinned post.

Thank you for writing to me!

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

Thoughts on Kaito and Internalized Ableism (long post warning)

33:14 Chapter 2 Investigation (Spoilers for the entire game throughout this post)

Note: Normally I reference scenes from the English dub, but I happened to click on this one with the voices in Japanese, and I'm too lazy rn to go searching for the English dub. I think the English subs are the same, but just wanted to reference in case there are discrepancies.

^^^ Here is one of Kaito's opinions that can be good in the right context, and I think it was used right in this one, but also gives vibes of stemming from his internalized ableism (is it still called internalized ableism if you're also applying it to other people??). Maybe it's the "if you've got time to __ you've got time to __" that sounds like something a mean teacher would say.

Another small sidenote: I've also seen someone headcanon Gonta as autistic, which I agree with. I wont be talking about it this post other than this sidenote, but I can relate to that feeling of "I cant help, I'm too dumb, so I should just stay out of the way." But everyone should be doing the investigation, since their lives are on the line, so Kaito was right in this example telling him that he should at least read the Monokuma file. That's all I have to say about Gonta in this post btw.

(Trigger warning: Talk of life-threatening illness, internalized ableism, Ryoma's suicidal depression).

My headcanon for Kaito is that he has always been sick with a life threatening illness, but pushes himself past his limits out of misguided ideas (disability inspiration porn) of "overcoming" his illness to be the "Luminary of the Stars." I also talked about that in this post.

Of course, being disabled myself, it's possible I just always associate advice like this with "well, how do you want disabled people to apply this advice, how much are you willing to accommodate them or be patient with them versus just pushing them to their limits?" And considering that Kaito was hiding an illness in canon makes me wonder how much that relates to his ideologies and how he sees himself.

He can be very harsh sometimes, especially with guys (that gender role crap about men being strong). His illness doesn't excuse this, but it can explain how and why he's so forward about telling others to suck it up and get themselves together. The problems/naiveté with that way of thinking shows up when he talks about Ryoma being suicidal (14:57 in the video).

One of Kaito's worst lines, if not his worst line period. It's good writing and very in-character, but it's very hard to stomach. It's the words of a naïve kid who really really doesn't understand someone being suicidal and how it affects them. He lives by an attitude of overcoming anything and believing in everyone (he's also a friendly, outgoing person, noting that "living for your friends" thing), it's hard for him to fathom Ryoma's feelings as something he couldn't have just, powered through, overcame, believed in himself more? Ryoma's depression was, like, a discouragement, so why couldn't Ryoma have just... encouraged himself out of it? That's what Kaito (who doesn't have Ryoma's depression) would have done!

His frame of reference, like his internalized ableist inspiration porn, is limited. Which makes sense, given that he's a kid. But this is the problem with inspirational talk, it hits a wall when the person trying to inspire you lacks a fundamental understanding of your situation and fails to make a connection.

He was able to get through to Maki and Shuichi as he made friends with them; he at least understood what they wanted and what could motivate them. But Maki and Shuichi (at the time at least) weren't suicidal the way Ryoma was, so they were still receptive to Kaito and to believing in themselves.

Ryoma was not a lost cause, and Kaito is not a failure for his inability to help an adult willpower his way out of being suicidal, but it's sobering to see the realistic limitations of Kaito's limited-perspective optimism.

I hate to end this post on such a low note, so here's a different moment (32 minutes in).

Tsumugi, like every good writer, knows that it's never too late in the process to add more convoluted backstory.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

I’m fucking crying the MOM PURSE SCENARIO ALREADY HAS ME ROLLINGGG I CANT HAAHAHHA had to pause to write this down the way he explains it like “my mom said your mom” etc etc has me reeling

Stop. I just passed out. THAT WAS SO GOOD??? UFHEJSKDJOSKSKS dude I don’t even know what to say ugh first of all Karasu characterization chefs kiss a million times I’m LIVING for the rival kinda feel with asshole but secret sweetheart Karasu plus the new insecurities we know about him from epinagi AHHHGHHJJ stop that was too good also FREAKY FRIDAY I LOVE IT SHSGSHSHS wait stop no I’m such a sucker for childhood friends type tropes too this just mixed everything together this was so targeted wtf the childhood friends the misunderstanding the reconciliation goodBYE also karasus such a sap I can’t him video calling his friends to rant and gush has me gone

I think it’s really interesting to see this time how it’s framed more as Karasu being in the wrong as opposed to y/n having had a moment where she outright disrespects him LMAO I love seeing the flip side and how y/n here feels betrayed and all also their fight…too good I really felt all the frustration coming from them like I can imagine them snarkily raising their voices at each other and you can FEEL the pain it’s great

I’m still not over Karasu being such a sap and so smitten like I can’t it was too good wdym this boy pines so much he makes all these excuses to try and see y/n??? Also the way he almost pedestals y/n was such a cute and interesting take like yes let’s see more of his mediocrity complex

I never know how to articulate my words well enough but basically DOES YOUR BACK HURT HARD CARRYING THE KARASU COMMUNITY??? SHSGSHDHSH THAT WAS SO GOOD JDSJDKOAK

Also STOPPP IS THIS WHAT YOU MEANT BY THE YUTA GOJO REFERENCE IM GONEEEE AHAHAHAHDG I bet that edit was FOULLL I remember the memes first coming out and I lost it fr

I’m also crying why’d I imagine baaya as the divination lady LMAO

Erm anyways off to reread that again! Another work to burn into my brain

-Karasu anon

HELPPPP he was giving such “mom i frew up ” vibes in that scene omg LMAOAO “y/n my mommy said your mommy left her purse at my house 🥺🥺🥺🥺” STFU bro (i love him)

OMG HAHAHA YAYYY I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! kinda rival but secret sweetheart karasu is my BRAND i was worried this would be a bit too similar to fwtkac but i think the y/n was different enough + the childhood friends trope was a change so hopefully it was okay!! FREAKY FRIDAY TROPE RAHHH it was so random but i think it worked out so well tbh. karasu is such a sappy loser omg him calling all of his friends and just being like “i think…i miss my wife 😔😔😔” meanwhile his “wife” thinks he’s dumb as hell and wants nothing to do w him 😭

i wanted to hint at him being bullied into not beings friends w her anymore (like his backstory implies) but i didn’t think that he would spill that to y/n RIGHT after their reconciliation yk?? also i wanted to show that sometimes people just grow apart. i used to be best friends with a boy when we were like three but once we got to elementary school we just drifted apart naturally and now we don’t really talk 🤷🏻‍♀️ i think it happens and sometimes people reconnect, sometimes they don’t!! luckily karasu was super in love w y/n so it would eventually happen but psychic old lady sped things up quite a bit (without her they probably would’ve like reconnected at their high school reunion or smth very hallmark second chance romance vibes). but yes their fight was fun to write because they both did kinda have points!! like y/n was valid to be mad at him for ditching her and then expecting things to just be alright, but he was also valid to be like “ok look i was SIX” because people are pretty dumb when they’re kids 😭

his mediocrity complex was so cool to write!! i think him having to work super hard at balancing everything and being “perfect” contrasted really well with y/n just floating through life and effortlessly succeeding!! but also he just thinks so highly of her that she could be the most average person ever and he’d think he wasn’t good enough for. he just gives me such head over heels vibes as a character i can’t help but write him as such every time 🥹 and yeah HAHA he really will come up with anything just to see her or talk to her for even a minute 😕 my underrated green flag king…listen his bff is a red flag and he’s kind of a jerk but he would be so SMITTEN if he liked someone that i have to say realistically he’d be one of the best bfs out of all of the bllk characters

PLEASEEE omg doing everything i can to live up to my role as the number one karasu tabito blog fr…carrying the karasu community ain’t much but it’s honest work 😫 i love writing for him i’m glad his five fans enjoy reading my stuff 😭

YES AHAHAH THE YUTA/GOJO FREAKY FRIDAY EDITS WERE EVERYWHEREEE FOR A WHILE they were so funny too…truly vile though you’re right.

BAYAAA she’s working hard to pay the bills 😰 this is her side gig while reo’s at school…she’s gotta get that money somehow 😔

also bonus colorized image of karasu going up to y/n’s desk to tell her about the purse:

i love tik tok hehe

[stjunebug]

daybreak happened sooo long ago but whatever i just remembered to do this LETS GO!!

okay so bug collector was the first one i thought of when trying to make this little list because like.. Idk the vibes are sooo your writing if that makes sense?? like even ignoring the lyrics, just the instrumental and the voice are just so soft and cozy and they just remind me of those moments in between the insane and thrilling plots of your stories! likeeeee when scribbles and izuku go and eat together and talk about normal stuff, when your widening sky mc and katsuki hang out and they make the two of them crowns out of clover and they are just chilling and comfortable and *at home* yknow? maybe not at home at home but at home with each other!!!!!! and also i literally cannot explain this part about the lyrics but there are specific words when put together in this song that i associate with you its like my brain is playing pinterest with words… like “there’s a centipede naked in your bedroom” which is like whatever bugs yknow and centipedes dont wear clothes of course my little bro is naked and this was my first thought when i listened to this song but the more i think about it if you just said naked centipede in one of your fics i would have been like yeah. Yeah! naked centipede that makes sense -- its just a collage of words that remind me of you vaguely… the VIBES!!! “to scoop the slugger out the window” “a priest from a past life out to getcha” “to put the priest inside a jam jar” “staring with a vengeance” “to prove that nothing’s out to getcha” its literally word pinterest im sorry i cant dissect my thoughts these are just the way they are. WE MOVE ON!

OH MY GOD NOT ME BY PEACH PIT IS SUCH A GOOD SONG I LITERALLY LOVE THE GUITAR IN THIS if the guitar sounds in this were a girl i would kiss her so hard on the mouth you do not understand. Um this is definitely more sjlt coded for me cause! cause. i think it sort of makes sense for scribbles personality and just the way they react to things when things go topsy turvy… like “oh it cant help to know i wont stop feeling wrecked / im all alone because im never one to do / i guess its best to keep from locking eyes with you” the way they isolate themself and ignore problems when they happen to their relationships . this part too “i want something always, more or less than what I have / could be nothing but ill fuck off” ESP THE FUCK OFF PART LIKE! i havent read sjlt in a hot minute so i might be tripping expeditiously but isnt that what they do really? instead of trying to mend things with people they just Fuck Off yknow? either that or i totally made shit up about sjlt and i definitely am psychotic.

OKAY OKAY OKAY LAST BUT NOT LEAST -- walk you home by sir chloe THIS SONG IS SOOOO MERMS I LOVE THIS SONG ITS SO GOOD. i think its the details for me with this one because your writing is just so beautiful and it captures details about the mcs lives that literally i do not catch about mine?? LMFAO. honestly your writing helped me to be more aware of my surroundings and just appreciate small details more yknow like stupid details i would have definitely made fun of in middle school like. the way the sun hits my clear lip oil bottle is sort of like one of those little prisms that when you shine light through a little rainbow comes out? its sort of like that but a rainbow doesnt come out but i can see the white sunlight bleed into colors in the oil before it fades out cause it cant get fully through the bottle like it can through a prism and its soo pretty and i just appreciate that little detail so much its crazy and i dont think i would have given an eff about it at all if i hadnt read your writing man -- ill be thinking about even the texture of my shirt sometimes or the way my cats tail curls a little like a fish hook sometimes and its just little details that i have come to enjoy and contemplate that i would not have before!! and i think there are little details in this song that also just remind me of an mc you maybe wrote in some parallel universe? (the psychosis is setting in but HEAR ME OUT) just the details seem like stuff i might see in your writing and i could be totally insanely wrong but anyway let me share “faded lips, red /  down your chin, bled when you watched him go” “just a pretty girl with a shot glass / in your sunday dress and coat” “subway fly by / on the green line, no one does you harm” “just a pretty girl with a shot glass / in your mother’s borrowed shoes” anyway fank you for coming to my ted talk!

if you had to name three songs that captured what you liked to write, could you do it? i mean like—three songs that capture what you write. the stuff you try to do with your words. ok. let’s say you can. can you name three songs that capture what someone else writes? 👁️ what changes? of course naming songs for someone else’s work is gonna be harder—you’re filtering what you’re taking away from their pieces through your own bias, your own taste in music. but would it tell the same story, if they lined up the songs they picked for themselves with the songs you picked for them? would it be the same for you?

[eloquent-vowel]

I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

Click here for my masterlist of other fics and check in my bio for requests if anyone wishes to ask!

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Adore You (Yamato x Reader)

A/N: hi guys. Yamato is your secret admirer and you are desperate to find out who's been leaving all these gifts at your doorstep. Civilian reader. Will be two parts, and since i just found out i have the coronavirus and cant leave the house, i’ll be putting out the second part very soon.

Ps i headcanon that yamato would be very shy and awkward with his crush. i also think that when he is nervous he definitely has really sweaty hands. idk thats just the vibe i get from him lol. please enjoy.

Word count: 4500

Y/N walked down the street after a long day of working in the bakery, kneading dough and icing cakes and sweets. It was a great job, and she really enjoyed the company of the two elderly owners. In her arms was another small picnic basket filled with sourdoughs and garlic loaves and cinnamon raisin buns. Those leftovers served as her breakfast, lunch, and dinner most days and it saved a lot of money on groceries.

Sometimes, she gifted the bread to friends and family though, like tonight.

As she walked the bustling streets, people walking home from work for the night, she noticed a couple of familiar faces sitting in the windows of a nearby restaurant. Feeling a little social, she walked into the restaurant and turned the corner, walking through the tables and past other booths full of people talking and drinking. It was busy tonight in Konoha, everyone getting ready for the weekend.

She came to a stop beside their table, and shifted so her basket rested in the slight curve of her hip. With her free hand she waved to the men, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Kakashi, Yamato,” she chirped, “I saw you guys in the window on my way home from work and thought I’d stop in to say hello.”

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.” Kakashi hummed, peering over his glass of golden liquid at his friend, who he could tell was struggling to figure out what to say or do. Yamato wasn’t normally nervous; he was very cool headed. How else would he become such an important Anbu member? But around Y/N, this woman with flour dusted in her hair and the smell of cinnamon and chocolate on her clothes, he crumbled. Just that smell alone could make Yamato lose his composure. And Kakashi knew that very well. “As a matter of fact, we were just talking about you.”

Yamato coughed on his drink, covering his mouth with his arm to keep from spitting up on the table. Even if they were just talking about her, it was completely uncalled for for Kakashi to stab him in the back like that. He turned to face the young woman who looked down at him with curiosity in her eyes.

“Really? What about?” she questioned, raising a brow.

He averted his eyes to the table again where his hand rested clutching at the glass. “We were just discussing the bakery,” he explained sheepishly, a hand going to rub the back of his neck. He felt the stress coming on, and sweat was beginning to gather on his palms. He felt ill, and more importantly, upset with the friend sitting directly across from him, smirking under that damn mask.

What an evil bastard.

“Mind if I join you guys? I could definitely use a drink.” She motioned to the seat next to Yamato, and he scooted closer to the wall to make room for her. She made sure her basket was sealed and secure before reaching over the table to Kakashi. “Can you sit this next to you? I don’t wanna take up the whole table.”

“No problem.”

She slid into the seat beside Yamato, and he realized just how small their table really was. The chair was clearly made for one person, or maybe two small people. They were just inches away. He could literally feel the heat of her thigh beside his. He was losing his mind, he was sure of it. There was absolutely no reason to act or think this way just because of a woman, a little baker from the village. No reason. It was inappropriate.

He took a deep breath and sipped on his drink. Everything was cool. Y/N L/N was cool.

“What kind of goods are you bringing home tonight?” Yamato asked calmly.

“Uh, lets see. A sourdough loaf and a garlic rosemary loaf. Also, I have about eight cinnamon buns in there,” she listed off the top of her head, “Why? You wanna take some home with you, because that’s fine. I’m not gonna eat all of it.”

“No, not this time.”

“You, Kakashi?”

“Yeah, I’ll take whatever.” It was a free meal for the next day? How could he say no to that?

The waitress came around, and Y/N ordered a tall glass of some sweet drink, something she knew wouldn’t taste like shit but would get her all warm and cozy quick, fruit juice covering up the taste of poison. “So, what were you guys talking about before I came around? I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“It’s good you came around, actually. We could use a woman’s opinion here.” Yamato glared at Kakashi, pleading with everything he had for the copy nin to just leave it alone. Kakashi was set in his goals though, and pushed forward with what he was saying. “It’s about Tenzo.”

An even brighter smile grew on her lips, one full of mischief and curiosity. “Oohoho? I see. What’s got you men stuck?” She loved to gossip, it was just something so interesting in her mundane life. Surely, it wasn’t as interesting to shinobi who almost die all the time and always have something to do, but for a village girl who goes home every night to read and eat bread, and then go to work where she just makes and sells said bread, a bit of juicy personal information really intrigued her.

“It’s honestly not a big deal-”

“Our boy here, he’s got a crush.”

Her eyes widened and suddenly, she felt the urge to down even more of her drink. He was interested in someone? She never expected that. He was always so quiet and calm, and kept to himself. He didn’t seem like the type to ever care about someone in that way. She sighed, taking a long sip on her drink, which tasted like peaches and oranges. At least it was sweet enough to help her curb the impending sadness.

Maybe she was stupid for it, but she cared for Yamato. He was such a sweet and kind man, so earnest and gentle. He was everything good about her mornings, when he would walk in and ask for the same hot cross bun to start his day. He would smile and compliment the cake decorating she was working on, and tell her about his missions and what he had to do for the day.

Perhaps Y/N had the tiniest of crushes on Yamato. It was something she would never reveal to anyone else, but it was true. She couldn’t deny herself that fact.

Kakashi stared at the woman, gauging her reaction to the statement. From the way she immediately went to sip away half of the drink in her glass, and the way her shoulders curled in on themselves, he could guess how she was feeling. He wasn’t usually a fan of meddling in other people’s business, but he was beginning to feel tired of Yamato complaining day in and day out about how he could never get the girl or express his feelings. He was afraid of rejection, as sad as that might be.

He was just there to give them a push in the right direction.

“I see.”

“What do you think he should do? What do the civilian girls like?”

This crush was just another civilian. It would be one thing if he fell in love with a kunoichi, someone she would never be able to compete with, but the thought of him choosing another normal woman over her, the envy practically oozed from her pores. What did this other girl have that Y/N didn’t?

Y/N ordered another drink when the waitress walked by. And then another after she drank the second one. Might as well get more down and drown out these jealous thoughts.

Meanwhile, she listed off things that random women normally like when men do for them, things she didn't really care about like chocolates and asking them out to dinner and giving them stuffed animals. Boring things. Things they all already knew. Kakashi agreed that the advice was kinda bland, and he could have come up with that easily.

Yamato eyed her down nervously as she practically chugged the rest of her drink. The woman wasn’t a big drinker, just a couple innocent cocktails here or there, never with the intention of getting drunk.

“You okay, Y/N?”

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine,” she told him smoothly. “Anyway, I’m not done telling you all about us village girls.”

The third drink came by and she sighed, taking another long sip. At least it tasted good, that made it easy to drink and drink and drink.

“Maybe you should slow down.”

“Maybe you should worry about yourself. I’m grown. I can handle myself, Yamato.” He felt a pang in his chest at her sharp words, ones that he’d never really heard directed toward him. She scolded Kakashi on the daily for being a pervert, but only kind words met Yamato’s ears previously. “Anyway, about this girl. Have you tried getting her anything as a gift? The things I listed before? Love notes? That sorta thing?”

He shook his head. “Well, no. I haven’t tried anything yet.”

“That’s the thing about you, Tenzo. You’re so modest. If you want the girl, you need to go in and get her. You need to show her what she means to you, since you can’t bring yourself to just outright tell her.”

“The whole bold displays of affection aren’t my thing.”

She hummed, her head lolling from side to side as she twirled the straw of her drink in between her fingers. “Maybe you should try some roundabout approach since you’re so scared of rejection. Send her anonymous letters and gifts, give her little clues that it’s you and see how she reacts.”

“Like a secret admirer?"

“Exactly! That’s sooo romantic. I wish some guy would do that shit for me.”

Kakashi raised a brow. “Oh, really?”

“Of course. I’m almost 27 and I’ve never had a long lasting relationship. I just want some guy to really, I don’t know, just love me. Love who I am, not hook up with me for my body or-or only pretend to like me for coupons on bread,” she complained, quite loudly as well. “Fuck those guys and their bread discounts...”

“Y/N-”

“I’d suggest you do something like that for your crush. Make her feel like you really care about her mind and soul.” Y/N clutched her hand over her heart and squeezed the front of her dress. “So many men nowadays act like horny teenagers, and us ladies are sick of it.”

She really did not need to go into such detail, and Yamato could tell she was drinking too much. Y/N would never say these things aloud if she were completely in her right mind. He felt rude just sitting there letting her rant on and on, exposing her own feelings to the table. But at the same time, he was grateful to know what she wanted in a lover. She never really let on what her romantic life was like, other than single for the most part.

That is what he and Kakashi were discussing before she came around. He was desperate to sweep her off her feet and woo her, to make revealing his feelings easier. Kakashi told him to just go to the bakery and tell her right then and there, but that was just too bold. He wasn’t going to go in without a plan, it was irrational.

“Yamato, I’m telling you, if this woman rejects you, she’s fucking stupid. You’re a catch. You and Kashi over there, both of you could get any woman you want, and that’s a fact.” the woman waved her hand to emphasize her point, only to knock the rest of her fourth drink over into her lap, sticky syrup soaking into her apron and through to her skirt. “Oh man.”

“I think it’s time for you to head home, little miss Y/N,” Kakashi chimed in, “This is exactly why we don’t bring you to bars, you know.”

“Shush. I am fine.”

Yamato sighed, motioning with his hands for her to move to the edge of the seat. He rolled his eyes at her words, knowing she was talking out the ass. “Yeah, yeah. Just get up, Y/N. I’m taking you home.”

Both men were surprised when she lifted her hand and pushed him away from her. Her glare was intense, anger behind those eyes. “No! Not you. I want Kakashi to walk me home.” The man was taken aback by the harshness in her tone. She was normally calm tempered, but her head was spinning and she was obviously growing moody.

“That’s fine by me. Yamato, you’ll pick up the bill for us and uh, clean this mess, right?” Kakashi smirked as he slid out from the booth and picked up her bag of baked goods. She followed suit, climbing out of her seat and grabbing onto the shinobi’s arm tightly. He really couldn’t care any less about her nonsense. It had been so long since they became friends, he’d seen her in every mood imaginable, and much drunker than this. He’s walked her home more than a few times in their past years.

“Curse you, cheap-ass.”

“Gotta go.”

With that, the white haired man walked out the restaurant with a woman in tow. They lived in the same direction, so he started down the street as she stumbled after him, tripping occasionally on pebbles. He felt bad for his friend, really. But the answer was clear as day now. Y/N cared for Yamato a lot more than she let on. It was just up to one of them to make a move. He couldn't do everything for them.

She tripped along beside him, letting her head fall against his shoulder a few times. Her eyes slid up to the man’s masked face, and he felt her hands begin to quiver a bit around his arm, just a tiny bit, but it was still there. Those little, very-telling, tremors.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked gently, knowing she would immediately spill whatever was stuck on her mind.

“Kashi, why does Tenzo want some other village girl?” she questioned, her cheeks puffing out and her eyes getting watery with tears. “Why doesn’t he want me? I want him so badly, it hurts right here.” she placed her free hand over her stomach and gagged. “I might throw up, it hurts so much.”

“Trust me, it’s gonna be okay,” he hushed, a tiny smile on his lips. He didn’t want to reveal too much to her, but it was just so amusing pulling the strings like this. Two of his friends, one a subordinate and the other a sneaky baker, falling for each other right in front of him. With all the work piling up, this was definitely a refreshing take.

“Also, you shouldn't throw up. It'll burn your throat, you know.”

She nodded, and just clutched onto her stomach as they made their way down the narrow alleyways toward her small apartment. He unlocked the door for her when she struggled to fit the key into the tiny hole that blurred together with everything else. He was a good friend, she thought, and made a mental note to thank him next time she saw him. Well, she tried to make a mental note, but when her body hit the mattress in the corner of her small studio, she found herself drifting away.

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God, her head hurt so badly she thought her skull was cracking open right then and there, as she lifted her head from her pillow. Light shined in through the window only to make things worse than before. She looked around the room and noticed that her coat was hung up properly on the hook and her shoes were sitting by the door. Her basket rested atop her counter.

Most importantly, on her nightstand sat a glass of water and a couple pills, ready for her to take the moment she woke up. Kakashi or Yamato must have walked her home and put her to bed. They were very nice men, she enjoyed having them as friends, she just worried she had made a drunken fool of herself last night in front of them. She rarely drank heavily, for that reason. She couldn’t even remember what happened, just that she met them at the restaurant and then the rest fell empty in her mind, little images blending together until she couldn’t decipher a thing that happened. She was more than ashamed.

How could she lose control of herself so casually, she wondered. She never even wanted to drink, much less enough to give her this searing headache. Something must have happened last night that influenced her decisions. Maybe she had a drinking contest with Kakashi like that one time before. If so, that was completely uncalled for on the man’s part. He knew her tolerance.

Nevertheless, she needed to get ready for work. A hangover wasn’t enough to heed the workings of the bakery.

She took the pills, and threw off her covers, walking over to her counter to take out one of the cinnamon rolls, taking a big bite to curb her hunger pains. After taking a moment to compose herself, she got ready for work. If she was late, she knew the owners would be forgiving, but she still felt bad regardless. She was going to walk in looking like a complete disaster.

As she headed out her door that morning, she stumbled on something sitting right at the foot of her doorstep on the welcome mat. Resting there, in a tiny little ceramic pot, stood a bonsai tree, trimmed and cared for perfectly. Her eyes scanned the area for who could have set it there, but met only empty space.

Hesitantly, she picked it up and brought it into her home. There was no note attached, nothing to signal who’d given it to her. Just a little tree that she would put on her window sill. It was strange, she had to admit that, to receive an anonymous gift at such an hour. She’d have to ask her friends about it later on to see if one of them had given it to her, for reasons she didn’t know.

But as the days went by, and those days turned into weeks, she continued to receive gifts every few days. More tiny trees in pots, sometimes flowers in little glass vases. None of them at first had anything attached until the most recent piece which when she picked it up to take into her home, a folded piece of paper sat beneath the vase. She made sure to pick it and put it in her apron to read on her break when she went to work. She didn’t have the time when she woke up only about 20 minutes before she was due at her job.

She was more than grateful for the little garden she was accumulating on her window sill, the beautiful flowers and trees somehow surviving despite her little knowledge of taking care of them. She stopped by a flower store in town to get some fertilizer just to keep them alive. It would be a shame if they died since someone was being so kind as to give them to her.

With her boring life, the flowers brought a smile to her face and a warmth in her heart that she hadn’t felt before. Regardless of who was leaving the items there, she felt like she was important to someone. Some person was taking time out of their day to show they cared about her.

Truthfully, she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t wished it was Yamato leaving her gifts. She’d been attracted to the man for quite some time, ever since they met really. He was just so strong and brave, and awkward in a cute kind of way. He was truly the only man of her affections, and she could only dream she was the object of his as well.

It was more than unlikely though. He was a strong ninja of the leaf. The chances of someone that amazing wanting to be with someone as simple as the town baker were lower than she wanted to admit. He most likely had his eyes set on some gorgeous kunoichi like Shizune or Kurenai. Someone he could relate to, really.

It was embarrassing to even admit she had a crush on him. It made her feel so tiny and weak, knowing that she wasn’t his ideal.

So she pushed that thought from her mind. Yamato would never be interested in her, and he most certainly not the one leaving her little notes and plants.

What she did know was that this person was a shinobi. Maybe not Yamato, but they were definitely a shinobi. She set up a trap, at least one she thought a normal person would fall for. Right before her door, she set up a tiny trip wire made of floss at the perfect level for someone to pull loose when they walked up to leave a gift on her welcome mat. Her room was at the very end of the hallway, so there was no way anyone else except her secret admirer was the one to set off the trap. Any normal person without the high perception of a shinobi would set off the trap and she would be able to narrow down the results to a civilian.

Only, the morning after she set up the trip wire, when she opened her door, there sat another bouquet of flowers, as well as an untripped strip of floss.

This person had to be a shinobi. She concluded. It was the only explanation in her mind, desperate to find out who the mystery person was all this time.

As she walked the streets that afternoon after the store had closed, her eyes honed in on Yamato, who stood next to a vegetable stand picking up some groceries. Immediately, she turned on her heel and cornered him between the squash and the sweet potatoes.

“Yamato, I need to talk to you. It’s urgent. Do you mind?” she practically demanded, and his eyes widened. He did not expect such an abrupt conversation between them. He shifted awkwardly to rest his grocery bag in the crook of his elbow and lean on his left side, arms crossed over his chest.

He knew what she wanted to talk about. It was about those gifts that he had been giving her. It was just a matter of whether she had figured out it was him or not, that was the question. He was kinda hoping she didn’t know yet. He was not ready to face what came after the reveal, rejection or otherwise. He really hadn’t thought it that far out yet. How could he. Just thinking up love notes and what plants to give her next was more than enough to worry about.

But damn, when he looked down at her, hair dusted with flour from a days work, a smudge of cake batter still on her forearm, apron a complete mess, he wanted to cave and tell her everything. She was just so beautiful, so clumsily perfect he couldn’t help but lose his train of thought. He swore he’d never seen a woman more perfect than her, not even Naruto’s sexy jutsu could come close to this girl.

He found his ears heating up and no doubt turning red at the thoughts running through his mind, and he was quick to smother them down. He was not irrationally emotional. Hell, he was ANBU, he should be able to control his emotions down to a tee.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I have a secret admirer, and I know they are a shinobi.”

He felt himself growing nervous. How had she deduced that? “Ah, that’s definitely exciting for you. How do you know it’s a shinobi?”

“I know because I set up a tripwire last night and the person didn’t set it off, so I know they are coordinated enough to avoid it. This isn’t just some random village boy. This is someone skilled.”

“Y/N, he could have very well just avoided the trap with his natural gait, don’t you think?” he tried to reason with her, try to get her off his trail. Admittedly, he thought she was quite clever for setting up the trap. When he walked over it the night before, he swore it was just a spider web. He didn’t even consider the possibility of a trap in his way.

If only he could throw her off his scent. He needed more time. He couldn’t confess to her now. It was too abrupt, too sudden. He would probably die.

“No, I’m convinced it’s a shinobi.”

Shit. “Well, what are you going to do now?”

She thought for a short moment on what she was going to say, tapping her foot on the ground beside her. Her eyes widened and she smiled at the thought that ran through her mind. Of course, it was so obvious. “The gifts come sporadically, so I know that the shinobi can’t leave gifts when they are on missions. Next time there is a long break in gifts, I will just ask around to figure out who has been on a mission for a while. Bam, I’ve got my answer. It’s foolproof.”

She really had thought this through more than him. She was too good, and he felt himself panicking. He had a weeklong mission in 3 days, and if she asked anyone, they would tell her it was him. He felt moisture gather up at his brow, and he internally cursed his situation. He had to find some way out of this mess without her figuring out it was him.

“Yeah, that could definitely work. I hope it all works out for you, Y/N,” he lied through his teeth.

“I know. I’m just smart like that, aren’t I?”

“You sure are,” he muttered, but honestly, he just wanted to go off and find Kakashi. He needed to talk to him. His eyes slid away from Y/N and he sighed. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t forget to stop by before your next mission to get some of our special food pills, okay? I just made a new batch and you can try them free of charge. Anything for a fella as handsome as yourself.” She laughed, shifting her weight to press a hand to her hip.

Jeez. There was no good reason for her looking so adorable. Calling him handsome as well? It was all too much for his heart to handle. Needless to say, he felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t walk away right then. With that, he simply nodded before patting her shoulder. “Like I said, gotta go.”

“Oh, okay. See you around.”

“See you.”

He walked away quickly, heading in the direction of Kakashi’s apartment, knowing he just had to do something about the mess he was currently in, and ways to avoid the inevitable. His heart was racing so fast he thought he might be having a heart attack. How could he be swayed so easily by a pretty face. He had no idea, but he really wanted it to stop. For the sake of his sanity, he needed to learn to be calm around her.

He would tell her soon, get all this off his chest and share his true feelings. He just needed a bit more time.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

no

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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[kanohivolitakk]

Have you done Krekka for the ask game? I know you're a huge Nidhiki fan, curious if you have any thoughts on his partner?

I haven't gotten Krekka yet actually. So far I only done Toa Ignika and Axonn for the Bionicle ask game (which Im still accepting). That being said great choice. Krekka isn't necessarily a big favorite of mine (partially because I'm not that fond of the "dumb brute" archetype barring a few exceptions), but I have to admit I do have a soft spot for the big guy. Krekka is a relatively simple character when it comes to characterization/backstory/role in the story (especially when compared to Nidhiki), but that doesn't mean I don't have any "deeper" thoughts regarding him or that there isnt stuff worth discussing.

Anyways some thoughts/headcanons/general musings:

This is a weird thing to start with but... Krekka is kinda adorable for me. I think its kinda this ...overgrown puppy (bulldog??) vibe due to his loyalty and dumbness. I admit BOADH is a big reason for me feeling this way since it gave him a few moments that made me go "AWWW he's so cute". Just..love his loyalty so much.

His undying loyalty makes him stand out for me across the other dark hunters. While many dark hunters we ha e are opportunistic and schemy, Krekka is just...very loyal. Maybe too much so. But I love that he is loyal. Feels refreshing tbh.

And now I cant help but feel that TSO is just "guys stupid but at least he wont double cross me and is easy to keep in check" when it comes to him.

Not to go woobifying villains but I genuinely dont think the guys that bad. Hes just really stupid, overly loyal and doing his job. Its kinda like w Lariska being a decent person despite being a knife happy murder girl although to a much lesser extent since guys a literalminded fool and also just smashy boy.

I do like his backstory of being a former guard who lost his job and started wreck havoc until one day a dark hunter found and hired him. It isnt anything too complex but it works well for his character and explains why he is so loyal to Dark Hunters. It also helps bringing a bit more light to his homeland and I love when we get more info of places through character backstories, makes the world feel more real that way.

Also can Gorast please stop hurting charaxters I like. This is the reason shes my least favorite character in the 2001-2008 storyline that isnt just a glorified extra or a plot device.

When it comes to Krekka, one scene I always think of when I think of him is in BOADH where he temporarily forgot to fly and Nidhiki was just "WAIT A MOMENT LARISKA TOLD ME YOU CAN FLY????" and Krekka just goes "whoops I forgot". That was adorable honestly. You dumb idiot, forgot you could fly.

Also, I know he's kinda "the idiot character", and while I am NOT saying he isn't, I do think its worth pointing out that he's basically literal minded. In BOADH (again) when Nidhiki tried to do that training scenario Krekka basically was like "wait I’m here, there’s nothing there why should I move there". This is

Another thing I really like about Krekka is that how, despite being an absolute idiot and tool, he still is willing to sometimes not take Nidhikis bullshit, see preventing him from getting the Zamor launchers (geez BOADH did a lot for this guys characterization lmao)

I sometimes call him truck boy because his name is one letter off my languages word for truck.

Also unless canon/word of Greg says otherwise I don't think every member of his species is as stupid as him. Like possibly on similar level but still.

It is made pretty clear that Nidhiki couldn't stand Krekka at all, but I do genuinely wonder how Krekka feels about Nidhiki. Based on the little we have I'd say he liked him to some extent or at the very least, didn't hate him to the same degree. I also have to wonder how aware he was about Nidhikis haterd towards him.

I also love the idea that when Nidhiki was mutated, Krekka just...wasnt afraid of him at slightest, no fear in this dumb boy. (I also like the idea he didnt recognize him at first and Nidhiki just, had to explain to his thick skull who he was. It took a while but eventually he got it.)

On a related note, I find it interesting how the LOMN website describes him working with Nidhiki because guy knows where to get the good jobs or something rather than being his goverment (read TSO) assigned partner The way the twos relationship were described makes it feel that by this point the staff hadnt figured out what they wanted to do with Dark Hunters , or if it even was an organization or just these two tools.

Its really interesting for me how Krekkas characterization not only varies between the books/comics (where hes more intimidating and him being a simpleton isnt as pronounced) and the movie (where hes more of a dumbass) but also how his characterization evolved. Like, his loyalty wasn't that pronounced trait but now I feel its just as important part of him as him being a dumbass (which is to say, very interesting)

I remember how the aftoermentoined Metru Nui movie website described that Krekka hated toa to the point wouldve hunted them for free if Nidhiki didnt make sure the two would get paid. I feel this is somewhat early installment weirdness as it isnt mentioned anywhere else but at the same time Krekka being willing to fight without payment sounds 1000% in character if you ask me

Something I have been confused over: when exactly was Krekka recruited to the dark hunters??? The timeline is very vague about this and I wish we knew.

It's been AGES since I watched my home countrys dub of LOMN but what I recall I really liked Krekka's voice in that dub. He sounded more badass and I loved it, the VA had a pretty unique sound. Sadly dont think there is any clips of the LOMN dub, which is a shame. UPDATE: I rewatched the dub and I love the voice itself but felt the voice direction made him sound kinda inconsistent

This is more a "Nidhiki and Krekka related thought" rather than just Krekka related but one thing I really like about Krekka and Nidhiki is that how they are like a more serious and competent take of "those two evil henchmen with contrasting personalities" trope. Often these types of villains are rather goofy, but these two could be rather dangerous as well and I really like that. I also like their dynamic of just doing Nidhiki being done with Krekkas bullshit. One of the main reasons I wish LOMN was a miniseries rather than a movie is because I really wanted more screentime with the two.

On a related note can I JUST SAY I LOVE the way the two compliment/pararell each other. From design (Krekka being bulky mostly blue colored, Nidhiki being slender and monstrous, mostly green colored) to personality (Krekka being foolish and simpleminded but loyal Nidhiki being cunning and ambitious but treacherous) to powersets (Krekka being strong physical attacker, Nidhiki being weaker(??) but faster and more special attacker).Heck, even their backstories have similarities as they both lost their orginal purpose in one way or another and didnt have anywhere to go but Dark Hunters (the main difference being that Nidhiki inflicted his fate upon himself by betraying the toa while Krekka didnt really do anything iirc)

Now for something crossovery, Krekkas and Nidhikis dynamic reminds me a lot of Kronk and Yzma from Emperors New Groove. Yes I have drawn a parody of the "pull the lever kronk" meme, yes I intend to make more screencap redraws. They also remind me a lot of Mummymon and Archenemon from Digimon 02, partially due to the dynamic (smug spider that tries to be cunning and intimidating but gets outclassed by most other villains in that + loyal blue dumb boy) partially due to their ultimate fate being rather similar.

I don't know how familiar you are with the franchise, but Krekka reminds me a fair bit of Gamel, one of the four villain generals in Kamen Rider OOOs, mainly because "the dumb brute major villain that's kinda cuteish and loyal a f while everyone else is an asshole".

I remember reading a p good oneshot fic that was just him accidentally killing a civilian when all he wanted was a hug and...honestly that is p much what I imagine him being like. Guy may be strong, reckless and a fool but like I said I dont think hes all that bad and just a puppy. An overgrown, moronic puppy but a puppy nontheless

For AUs, I remember I have thought once of "What if Krekka survived but Nidhiki died" and just ...guy wouldve been very lost and confused and unsure what to do tbh. He would most likely returned to Dark Hunters but Mata Nui knows how say TSO wouldve felt about that. Its not too complex au yet but I am thinking of developing it further one day.

Thank you for asking.

Sorry this took longer than expected. I had too many thoughts and half of them were deleted so. I hope its worth the wait tho. I do have a lot of Krekka thoughts and tbh wasnt sure if I was even able to get them all here.

(I am still doing the ask game so if anyone wants to send me a bonkle I will try to give thoughts, meta and headcanons on them)

[typicalbrunette]

I am a very empathetic person, which I’m not saying as a brag or something, I’m saying it’s actually kind of annoying sometimes? On top of getting too in my feelings, I have a hard time finding words to express them or even realizing that I NEED words to express them because I very often figure out a lot about a persons emotional state by unconsciously reading their body language and facial expressions (tl;dr I’m good at vibe checks) so I guess I just assume people can tell how I feel from whatever vibes I’m putting out there myself.

I have a loved one who has never been diagnosed, but believes they’re on the autism spectrum. From researching and talking to knowledgeable people, I agree with them. Whether or not they’re “officially” on the spectrum isn’t really the point.

The point is that there are times we clash and I think it’s because we speak such different languages in regards to emotion. I’m very good at reading other people’s moods, they need things explicitly spelled out. I find it very easy to put myself in someone else’s shoes and often do so out of reflex. I’m not so sure they’re really able to do that. We both forget that our way isn’t the norm for everyone.

It’s like we constantly forget we’re speaking different languages. And so it’s hard to remember that the other person isn’t being a jerk, they just aren’t getting the whole story.

Tonight they asked me a fairly innocuous question about some life stuff that made me think, “…..Oh. You really have no idea what’s going on with me, do you?” Which frankly sucks, because I don’t know if I can find the words to explain it all.

And when I DO find the words, things still don’t always go in a way that feels productive. Sometimes I’ll complain about a problem I’m having, looking for some sympathy or support, but they’ll respond either saying they’re having the same problem or having a WORSE problem. It feels very invalidating and I don’t know how to handle it. Is this just how they’re trying to connect or commiserate in their own way? Because I can imagine that, but in my “language” they’re coming across very self-centered and it hurts and makes me angry. So now to avoid a conflict, my reaction is to either not talk to them about my problems (which leads to the above issue of not knowing what’s going on with me at all) or just sort of clamming up and leaving the situation because I know I will not be getting what I need from them.

Through writing all this out I think I’ve come to the very annoying conclusion that I probably need to talk to them about all this so maybe we can figure out a way to both work on the issue. I’ve been sitting here thinking “How do I fix this?” and just now realized that I CANT fix this. Not by myself. Which I find very annoying because along with being very empathetic I also clearly have some control freak issues and possibly some issues about thinking everything is always my responsibility all of the time (which I think is also an annoying sort of side effect of being overly empathetic).

Anyway, I have therapy this week. I know, total shocker that I’m in therapy, right?? I should just print this out and hand it to her to save us some time. Really get my money’s worth out of the session.

[rieson]

Midnight Espresso

Pairing : Portgas D. Ace ✗ Reader

Characters : Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Sabo, Makino, Red Haired Shanks, others soon to be added.

Contains : Fluff, Humor, Social Media AU, Cafe AU, College!Ace, YouTuber!Reader, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting (No powers)

Word Count : 1596

─ace stumbles across a youtube channel that he finds absolutely entertaining. he's never realized just how much positive impact you've made on his life just by simply existing and making videos. that is, until you decide to take a small hiatus. though, fate or not, during your break, ace finds you entering the cafe he works at.

chapter zero; prologue.

A break.

That was what you needed.

Let's be real, Being a Youtuber is cool and all. I mean, working from home while still doing whatever the hell you want and making money off of it?? An absolute dream.

But sometimes, It gets really frustrating and overwhelming from all the snarky remarks people leave in your comment section on every single one of your videos they can get their hands on.

Waking up and checking your comments? The first thing you see is a hate comment. Followed by other hate comments under it.

You get a rare comment from a fan that actually comments a heart-warming motivation? The replies under the said comment were harsh. Like, real harsh.

It's just, hate. Hate everywhere.

You don’t even know why they kept coming.

You didn’t do anything wrong nor said anything offensive.

Hence, that's why you decided to take a time off of social media for a bit. (Youtube included)

You uploaded a video explaining that you would be in a small hiatus until the situation calms down a bit.

The comment section was oddly not filled with any hate comments.

Which made you more suspicious.

But you still take a break anyways.

You really needed it.

──────

Unbeknownst to you, somewhere in the world, a certain freckled, raven haired, film major college student was bummed out when he heard you were taking a break.

He loved your videos.

The humor in it was always hilarious that he often rewatches your videos whenever he feels down. In other words, For comfort.

Hell, he even showed his brothers your videos and they ended up liking your content too, leading to a “(Your Channel Name) Saturday Binge watch episode” as Luffy, (his little brother), would call it.

Like the name, Every saturday, the self-proclaimed siblings would binge watch your videos in the living room until midnight. Or in some cases, even way later than that. (Ahem, cue the sibling bonding 101)

But it’s okay.

He understands why you needed to take a break.

Social media can be a bit overwhelming sometimes.

God who knows how many times Ace has gotten into an online verbal fight when he finds hate comments in your videos.

He went all out.

Thanks to his oh so ‘colorful’ vocabulary he learned a while back when he was still in an orphanage that was owned by Curly Dadan, he managed to fire them back with the same sarcasticness that made them shut up.

Ace felt g o o d .

Like, real good.

Though, he needs to watch out for the time though. He slept at 2 AM that day and almost missed his class.

But it was worth it. (Atleast to him)

Ace works at a cafe near his college, as a barista. Nothing too special but hey, he needed to pay for his college funds somehow.

A normal day at work for Ace was always very uneventful.

Hence, that's why he did n o t expect you.

YOU, his favorite youtuber to enter the cafe he was working a shift at.

Hellooo?? Was he dreaming?? Is that really you?? IN THE FLESH?!?@R$*#RY@*

He stood there.

Completely frozen.

Oblivious to everything but you.

Time seemed to freeze for him when you walked inside.

All he could focus on was how your (h/l) (h/c) hair bounced when you walked, your (e/c) orbs glistening under the sunlight that went through the windows, and just how you walked in with a posture that gives off a strict but relaxed vibe.

He could not stop looking at you, yea you were pretty but that was when he saw you on the screen.

He thought a person couldn't get prettier but oh that idea was thrown out the window when you walked in.

How can?? Someone be more gorgeous in the flesh hello??

Was this allowed??

Ace thought he was about to get a heart attack from you.

Oh god just how can one be so pretty??

He doesn't believe in gods but thank heavens to the gods up there that made you, because oh my god you were just a sight for sore eyes for him.

He also probably looked hella creepy just standing there in front of his register, gawking at you.

Ace doesn't notice you already being in front of the register he was standing in before you said something along the lines of :

“━You there━?”

Huh?

Oh.

O H

Ohmygodwhatdohedoyou’rerightthereinfrontofhimandtalking

Wait.

No.

He needed to get himself together.

He knows you hate it when people treat you like some sort of celebrity and you just want your fans to treat you like any other human beings.

So he’s going to do just that.

Ace assumes you’re on your break at the moment so he will not make you feel uncomfortable in any way shape or form.

He’s going to treat you like any other customers.

Just.. with a bit more enthusiasm (I mean c'mon man)

“Ah! Sorry there, pardon me for my rudeness ma’am. Welcome to Ivory Blue Cafe! How may I assist a beautiful lady like you this lovely evening?”

SHIT

HE ACCIDENTALLY FLIRTED WITH YOU

OHMYGODNOOO

Pleasedontthinki’macreeppleasedontthi━

A laugh.

He heard a laugh.

Your laugh to be specific.

“OH!━Pfft━aha━” You cleared your throat.

“S-Sorry about that! I didn't mean to lau━”

“Nonono! It's alright, no need to apologize. Actually, I think I need to thank the heavens for that one because oh boy i’ve been blessed by your laughter” Ace responds, cutting through your apology while he gives you a sheepish smile.

This time, it was your turn to gawk at him.

It wasn't very long til heat makes its way over to your cheeks, lightly blushing at Ace’s words but smoothly brushing it off with a light chuckle.

“━Good lord i did NOT expect that━Pfft!━ Sorry sorry. Why thank you, i’m flattered you think my laughter is a blessing” You responded as a small smile forms on your face.

Ace blushed, making his freckles on his cheeks very visible.

He did not think of anything when he said any of that to you, it was like.. The words just seem to unconsciously escape his mouth.

He was embarrassed, sure, but he made you laugh.

So that was good.

“Well, that aside. What can i get you madam?” Ace smoothly says.

“Ah!━About that, hold on… I haven't decided yet..” You mumbled but it was loud enough for Ace to hear. You unconsciously make a pouting face while you speed-read over the menus above.

God you were so cute.

Ace just wanted to squish your cheeks right there and the━

NO! He needs to be professional for now, Ace cant afford to embarrass himself (as if he didn't already do that) in front of his favorite youtuber.

Shaking his head softly, he patiently waits for your order.

“I’d like an Espresso Macchiato please.” You smiled.

“You got it! Please wait patiently as I make your order!~” Ace says as he prints your receipt, smoothly handing it over to you.

“Here’s your receipt. Please hold on to it til I'm done making your order and call your name.”

“Ah wait, speaking of name’s. May I know yours? I’ll be calling the said name when the drink is done so you can go grab it and pay at the front register.” Ace says as he smiles reassuringly at you.

“...(Y/N). Please note it as (Y/N)!” You smiled back at him.

Oh god he was about to faint right there, but NO. He needs to do this, he's a man. He can handle this.

“Alright Lady (Y/N) please take a seat anywhere and make yourself comfortable as i make your order! I’ll be right back madam”

And with that, Ace ZOOMS to the brewing area, making an attempt to calm his racing heart down but failing miserably.

He watches you from the side of his eyes as you take a seat near one of the windows, waiting patiently for your drink to be done.

Realizing something, Ace forgot to ask whether you want it to go or to drink here.

SHIT

But,,, Judging by your appearance, you’d probably want it to go so he’ll take that chance.

5 minutes go by and he’s done with your drink.

Slowly walking up to the register, Ace says your name.

“Espresso Macchiato for Lady (Y/N)?” He half-yelled.

“Here!━ Thank you so much!” You say as you reached your hand over to grab your drink.

“No problem! Here you go madam”

“Oh! How’d you know I wanted it to go?”

“Instincts i guess, i was right, weren't i?” Ace grinned

“Well then, you have very accurate instincts Mr…”

“Oh! Ace. The name’s Ace.”

“Mr. Ace” You smiled, grabbing your wallet and pulling a 50 dollar bill, handing it over to him to take.

“Wha━ Nono! That's way too much!” Ace widen his eyes

“Take it as a tip for being welcoming and friendly haha!” You chuckle, shoving the bill to his chest and letting it go once you see his hands coming to grab it.

“Have a good evening Ace-san! Thank you for your assistance!” You grinned.

And with that, you were gone.

Out the door like a flash.

Ace stood there, once again shocked.

Not noticing, his face formed a shit eating grin. No. A Wide grin.

He’s going to remember this day for the rest of his life, no doubt about it.

Shaking his head, still smiling, he gathers himself back as he takes the next customer’s orders.

prologue end.

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