#if u give me a chance to overshare i will

[honeytonedhottie]

the power of privacy:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ

when u overshare and tell ppl all of ur business it creates space for negaitivity and gives the impression that u have no boundaries.

recognizing when ppl overshare with u can also make red flags known. for example if ur friends with someone who openly tells their business to make conversation, theres a high chance that they are telling ur business to make conversation too.

don't mistake being more discrete or private for being rude bcuz thats not the message im trying to send out. theres a reason why personal life is called PERSONAL life.

remember, that u are entitled to ur privacy! u have no obligation to share something that u aren't comfortable with sharing.

there are lots of dangers from oversharing too, ESPECIALLY on social media, for example ; getting robbed or stalked

some helpful excercises for boundaries that i do is making a list of things that make me feel good, or that im comfortable with. and a list of things that DONT make me feel good or that im uncomfortable with. and i stay true to that list. u will feel in CONTROL of ur life and that'll make u feel good i promise <3

[everqi]

MUNDAY DASH GAME

——— BASICS!

NAME! - (arph)enion

PRONOUNS! - he/him usually but any works tbh

ZODIAC SIGN! - Capricorn

TAKEN OR SINGLE! - single will never mingle

——— THREE  FACTS!

1! - i love playing board games

2! - i’ve been a vegetarian for about 11 years now

3! - im like those sad office workers u see in anime just typing away in my cubicle

——— EXPERIENCE!

PLATFORMS USED! - DSFLSKDJF: i started on gaiaonline forums HAHA , then some other avatar based forums, then tumblr

——— MUSE  PREFERENCE!

FEMALE, MALE OR NONBINARY! - I usually gravitate towards writing males.

MULTI OR SINGLE! - I don’t have a preference , but I’m bad with organization so I usually go with single blogs. Ironically then I end up with like 5 diff blogs and can’t manage them anyways.

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! -  lean towards fluff & angst but I think this simplifies genres too much LOL. I just like when people help me plot cause sometimes its just me and then it gets hard coming up with ideas. Smut tbh I don’t remember ever rping it funny enough. Like I’m not opposed to it, but I’m not like actively searching for it.

PLOT / MEMES! - I prefer plots , but memes are great for jumping in timelines and AUs and stuff :^)

TAGGED BY! - @miimpii  (THANK UUUU)

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[everafterkeiji]

Umm Hi i wanted to do a request if that's okey with you. So i saw on tik tok where someone said that Kakucho would date you because he's bored and i just can't stand that because i just know he would not be this type of men Like- we all saw his Painful expression when Izana died after showing up in his life. And I just need to see some hc with this men because i jusk know he would treat his s/o like a queen and all 😩✋ (sorry for bad grammar 😥)

hi babee!! it's been a while since i did a headcanon bcz of school and the whole thing from last week but im trying to get back on track so have a great day hun! and also who said this man would treat us poorly ಠᴥಠ also i saw how u were also going thru a kakucho brainrot so here we go bae @schiros

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

PAIRINGS: Kakucho Hitto x gn! reader

GENRE: absolute fluff, a coping mechanism if you will

♡ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 is a business person—he's tied to that and he'll be as professional as he can when he faces his executives to keep his head held high but there's an exception when you suddenly bust in the room and you just glance at him to avoid interrupting his meeting.

"Then we—then um." He stuttered when his eyes followed you while you sat down to do even more staring and the sight of you smiling at the back was enough for him to chuckle nervously at how easily affected he is with a growing color to his cheeks but all he could do was clear his throat.

"Moving on."

- First and foremost, he's loyal. Worry less about all these potential admirers when it comes to him because no other eyes are drawn to you but Kakuchos'. Even if someone were too proudly approach him and aim for small talk to expect his number at the end of it, the minute someone else tries to pull a game on him—he's already preoccupied by you even when you're not there.

"Babe!" He calls out while you lift your head from your phone since you just got out of the restroom and you noticed a confused glance of a woman from behind your boyfriend. "Right with that date." He cheers, emphasizing on the last word, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he sends a cheeky grin to the stranger he went pass with since he was asked for his number even if he had declined it too many times already.

- Kakucho's love is like an old song that still captures the heart of whoever listens no matter the generation. A classic and timeless form of love that you could never trade for anything else. You can say it's old fashioned. In a way, he's just gentle but that side of his youth that he missed can be seen with that glow of genuine enjoyment when he's with you.

- Following that statement, Kakucho is willing to spoil you with anything but a flower given to you whenever he has the chance seems like the icing on top. He's flustered about it, sometimes he looks like he's found a discovery that entertained him too much that he ends up oversharing and overbuying the flowers for you. Your room then becomes a mini garden courtesy of your boyfriend. "That's a red camellia." You pointed out, smiling lightly while he hooks the stem over your ear.

"Don't be like that, I know what the flower means, Y/N."

"Good 'cause I love you too, Kaku."

- Hear me out: he'll try to cook for you. He'll set up a bunch of random recipes he can remember from his mom and he's searching it up to make sure he's actually keeping track of what was derived from his memory and obviously, what was written on some page he found. He'd give all his time and effort there but oddly enough, he's nervous for you to taste it so when you're eating the meal, his eyes are alert like he was willing to pull out some notebook to take serious criticism.

"So..hun? How was it?"

"It was good!"

"Really?!"

- Young Kakucho acts like a school boy around you. Picking your bag, your books, or whatever your hands are busied with. You don't even need to say something—it just comes as a reflex. "I'll get it, babe!"

- Bare minimum? He raises the bar to whatever standard. It may look simple but to you, when he suddenly bends down to tie your shoe laces without any other warning, that's about as young love as it gets. He'll even fix your hair, your accessories if a necklace is turned the other way around, or when you're waiting for the train and there's a hand to your hip while you find a seat just so you don't lose him in the midst of the people inside it.

- Let's be a bit specific, Kakucho is the type of boyfriend to instantly turn around when you're not there behind him. Even if you try to prank him for a second, he's already intertwining your hands with his with a bright grin. "Can't lose what's mine, Y/N." He reminds you.

- He's so observant with it too. Once he sees your mannerisms that just show that you're uncomfortable or you need something, he's already a step ahead with a hand to your shoulder to catch your attention. "You're cold, dear. Take this." He insists when his coat was shuffled over to you while you give a peck to his cheek as thanks.

- Now—in terms of nicknames, he's being playful yet basic with it. He'll hit you with the casual babe If he's feeling too tempted to poke the fun out of you, he'll throw in names such as cutie and any other combination of what he thinks would sound nice to call you with even if it doesn't make sense.

- Kakucho loves shopping with you. You know those boyfriends that usually look bored when they're with their s/o? This man is the opposite. When his schedule is free, he just likes to see you dress up in whatever you bought plus it's a bonus to stroll and eat around the mall too. "Can I see the back of it?" He asks.

"I like this one, do you wanna match jackets with me?"

"Always, Y/N."

- Even so, he loves sharing his clothes with you too. Want to strut his new blazer? Go for it, he'll be there to be your first audience to clap for your appearance. "You look—you look so good." He says shyly but when you try to remove it, he stops you. "Keep it on, it's better on you anyway."

- His specialty: house dates and picnics. From all the work that he has to go through, all he needs is rest. You were already his comfort but if the world could go along with it, he'd be even happier. He'd rather stay in but sometimes, he'll be spontaneous to just stroll along a park and you'd settle down there until the afternoon haze dies down and by the time you look at your phone, it's already 9pm. "Shit we better go home." You told him as he nodded but he chuckles for a second when he saw a leaf drop to the crown of your hair.

"There's my pretty baby." He grins, taking the leaf before he tickles it to your nose.

- Speaking of house dates, he really likes to go through pamper days with you. It's so relaxing for him and he'd even massage you and you'd do the same to him. Cleaning nails? Doing those facial masks? Skin care moments? He's all up for it. "Your skin looks...weird." Izana oddly compliments while Kakucho raises an eyebrow as his hands tap into his cheeks.

"Weird?"

"It looks shiny clean what the fuck."

- When it comes to his past, he doesn't want to look back on it but there are moments where he'd still visit his parents grave but to you, he just surprises you. "Hi ma and pa. I haven't visited in a while but someone special is here that I want you to meet."

Kakucho then slings his arm to your waist, a head leaning to yours as he intertwines your hands from beneath. "This is Y/N. I wish you would've been here to see how they make me happy. And I'll love Y/N like you did with mom, dad."

- Meeting Izana felt like you went to court for judgement from intimidation. Kakucho wanted to half laugh at how you looked when you met the white haired boy but his best friend couldn't care less as long as you weren't a burden. "So, do you know how to work a gun?"

"Izana!" Your boyfriend argued.

- The second you came into their meeting, the Tenjiku members bat an eye at who you were. Much to your dismay that he was in the middle of talking, he actually doesn't shy away from bragging about you. "Yeah, that's my Y/N. Now, can we focus?" He introduces shortly with a smile but Ran already scoffs at his side before sending a wave to you and it causes some sort of reaction to the point almost all of them bid a nod to you or a small "Hi."

- When it comes to fights, Kakucho insists that you stay home. He prioritizes you even if there are way better things he should worry about. "Promise me you won't find me?" He asks, hands on your shoulders. "Yeah. Please take care." You bid him, placing a kiss to his lips.

- Even if he's all bruised up, he still doesn't want you to see him like that but there's an exception when he really needs your help and he'll give in. "Sorry to disturb you." He says while you rolled your eyes. "Come in then."

- He'd be the savior when it comes to soothing you when you have your own problems. He'll drop everything if it meant he could help you because he could put himself in your position. He's vulnerable when he's with you so if it was the other way around, he'd tend to you in the same way. "I'm right here, tell me when you're ready." He assures you, a kiss to your forehead.

- Best person to take to your parents. Please—no other exception there is but he is so nervous. All the sweat is sticking to his skin and he's going over his words on how to greet your family and you'll have to go through about ten sets of questions if he's wearing the right clothes or if he looks intimidating. "Hun—are you sure? Do I look presentable enough? I could always change."

"Shh, you look handsome."

"Handsome?" He asks, raising an eyebrow with tinted cheeks in pink. "Like always." You answered, fixing his shirt.

- There's a moment where marriage was brought up and you swore out of all the times he's ever been flustered around you, this one was the winner. "Marriage? Well—I don't want—No, I mean I'd really love to—"

"It's just that you're too young?" One of your parents asked to finish his hesitation while Kakucho sighs to calm himself down but the sight of you smiling at him from his stammered performance, his heart beams when he's got the answer so he shakes his head.

"Too young or too old, sir. I'd marry Y/N no matter the day. "

- And at the end of the evening, he definitely got the attention of your parents, in a good way of course.

TOKYO REV : @strawberrieas @kwrgei @raya-sano @kimrena-stuff @heavensbeloved @rosewood1999 @beezebub @l-luci @bekky06 @keiisukebaji @manjiroarchiviste @smileysmileysmiley @tendo-shairdye @toshiswifey @thispenguinrocks @kleesboom

OVERALL: @stesphy @itsmeaudrieee @crapimahuman @meguroshi @floydenai @dai-tsukki-desu @inu1gf

[screwcool-a]

im gonna be real with you ive never seen Gil/more girl/s and i never plan on exposing myself to it

[quadrilioquy]

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Posted by u/Plukas97 3 months ago

My ex husband called me by my late great grandfather’s name during sex. 

What do I do?

Edit: I’ve never used this site before. I’ll remake the post.

Posted by u/Plukas97 6 weeks ago

My (77M) husband (M) called me by my late great grandfather’s (M) name during sex. 

What do I do?

Edit: I don’t know how old my husband is.

Edit: We got remarried again since I made the first post.

Edit: I don’t know how old my great grandfather was when he died. Please stop asking about him. He didn’t like to be discussed.

wattsup 3.2k points · 6 weeks ago

dude why would you remarry him if he called you by your great grandpas name

      ihatepottery 1.5k points · 6 weeks ago

      I think the real question is why he doesn’t know his own husband’s age??

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jnmrtn 263 points · 5 weeks ago

            OP are you sure it was your great grandpa? maybe he was thinking of someone else with the same name

      Plukas97 1.9k points · 2 weeks ago

      It’s a very uncommon name and I know they used to be friends before he met me.

            iwantanap 126 points · 2 weeks ago

            Wait he knew your great grandfather before you two met?

                    Plukas97 981 points · 2 weeks ago

                    Yes. 

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Posted by u/watchersheart 3 months ago

I (48M) called my ex husband (77M) by his great grandfather’s (deceased M) name while in bed together and I don’t want him to bring it up.

He doesn’t usually tend to pry into my private life, but this definitely threw him. I’ve been thinking of proposing to him for a while, and it might work as a distraction. Would it be too obvious a tactic? If I do it in a public enough place, it might make him uncomfortable to leave for a few months, but I don’t want to give him time to think about it.

Edit: I had a pleasant working relationship with his great grandfather, and in fact my ex husband and I first got engaged at his funeral, which are usually family affairs. There’s no chance he misheard, and his great grandfather had a rather old fashioned name, so I doubt he’ll think it a coincidence. 

Edit 2: No, he’d never see this. He hates talking to people, and barely knows how to use a computer.

cash2burnn 2.3k points · 3 months ago

lmao dude hes not going to want to marry you after that

      watchersheart 5.6k points · 6 weeks ago

      He said yes. Perhaps you should focus on your own relationships before passing judgement on others. 

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screwspaceships 1.1k points · 3 months ago

You got engaged at his FUNERAL?? Good god, OP...

      watchersheart 2.7k points · 3 months ago

      Our first engagement was a special circumstance.

                           leitnerpiper69 974 points · 2 months ago

                    for the life of me i cant figure out what op means by this 

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ghosthuntuk 1.6k points · 3 months ago

post divorce hookups are never a good idea but this really takes the cake

      gorgolini 1.2k points · 2 months ago

      I don’t know how OP could possibly salvage this

                           watchersheart 4.2k points · 2 months ago

 ��                  The wedding is in five days.

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Posted by u/watchersheart 1 month ago

I (48M) called my husband (77M) by his great grandfather’s (deceased M) name while in bed together and I don’t want him to bring it up. UPDATE

As I mentioned in the comments of my previous post, I proposed and he accepted. He hasn’t brought the incident up, but the annual fundraising party for my business is coming up and his family is one of my biggest financial supporters. Another benefactor of mine, and our mutual friend, will be there, and he’s a shameless gossip. My husband isn’t prone to oversharing, but I’m worried if they talk our friend will mention something incriminating. My husband’s great grandfather provided the funds I needed to start my business, and I have a portrait of him in the room I always hold the party in. Moving to a different location would raise suspicions, as would taking down the portrait. I do not under any circumstances want the incident to come up at this party. My business relies very heavily on donations, and if any of my benefactors pull their support it could greatly inconvenience me.

Edit 1: Yes, my husband does closely resemble his great grandfather, in appearance if not personality.

Edit 2: No, I’m not worried about him wanting another divorce. He rarely goes through with them, and even if he does, the alimony makes up for it.

Edit 3: Please stop speculating on the nature of my business, or my relationships with my benefactors.

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Posted by u/watchersheart 1 day ago

My (48M) husband (77M) wants a divorce

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skybluelovr 879 points · 1 day ago

sorry elias! i didn’t know it was supposed to be a secret

      watchersheart 967 points · 1 day ago

      Yes you did.

                    skybluelovr 724 points · 1 day ago

                    yes i did! 

[iam93percentstardust]

Hey, I hope you're had a very pleasant birthday and birthday month! If the prompte are still open: Can you do Stony with Tony finally and sorta randomly confessing his love to Steve and Steve only then realizing that what he feels for Tony is romantic love as well?

Hello! Sure thing! Quick note: there’s a change between present and past tense for a flashback, for anyone who doesn’t like that kind of thing

As always, everything I write is also on ao3

~

“I love you,” Tony says, and Steve doesn’t quite know what to do about that.

He won’t say that he’s thought about it before because he hasn’t. But he won’t say that he’s never thought about it either—because he has, occasionally, glanced at Tony’s ass outlined by his perfectly tailored pants and appreciated the sight, and he has, once or twice, wondered what Tony’s warm, sparkling eyes would look like when hazy with pleasure. But a quick, glancing thought that he immediately moves on from is not the same as being attracted enough to Tony to think about asking him out or anything past that.

And now that he’s faced with that question, he doesn’t know what to say. Is he supposed to thank Tony? Is he supposed to acknowledge his feelings and say that he doesn’t feel the same way? Is he just supposed to ignore what Tony said? This is why he has so much trouble with his dates—he never knows how to act in a way that isn’t awkward. No wonder Natasha recently declared him hopeless after he came back from his last date covered in her sticky drink because he accidentally called her a dame.

“I love you,” Tony says and Steve doesn’t know what to do about that, but as it turns out, he doesn’t have to do anything, because Tony nods immediately afterward, says, “Good talk,” and turns and walks away like he wasn’t expecting an answer—or at least, not one that he would like.

Steve doesn’t know what to do about that either.

~

“Do you think I’m in love with Tony?” he asks Natasha later that day when they’re relaxing on the couch while some mindless sitcom plays in the background.

Natasha blinks at him and then caps the nail polish she was using and puts it on the coffee table. “Do you think you’re in love with Tony?” she asks carefully.

He frowns at her. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure I should just tell you what to think.”

He sighs and takes another sip from his Coke, only to realize that it’s empty. Yeah, that describes his life pretty well. “I’m gonna get another one,” he says, standing up. “Do you want something?”

She shakes her head. It’s not until he’s in the kitchen, grabbing another Coke from the fridge, before she asks, “What brought this on?”

Steve thinks about the vulnerable look on Tony’s face as he said those three words. He probably wouldn’t like it if Steve told Natasha what they’d discussed. Or, well, he’d probably act like it was fine but he’d secretly feel hurt and might put the workshop into blackout mode again. Steve hates it when the workshop is in blackout mode. He doesn’t like that he can’t get to Tony when he’s feeling so terrible that he has to shut himself away. He wants to be there to support him, and he hates it when he’s the one who makes Tony feel like he has to close off the workshop.

“Nothing,” he tells Natasha.

She gets up to come into the kitchen, where she eyes him for a moment and then declares, “Tony finally told you, didn’t he?”

How does she always know?

“How do you always know?”

She smiles enigmatically. “I always know,” she says in that mysterious tone.

Steve glares at her. “Tony told you, didn’t he?”

“Maybe he did and maybe he didn’t.”

“One of these days, you’re going to have to admit that you two are friends.”

“Hmm,” she agrees. “But not today.” She hesitates, watching as Steve starts preparing a ham sandwich. “So Tony told you he loves you and you said?”

“Nothing,” Steve says with a shrug. “JARVIS, do you think it would be a good idea if I took this to Tony?”

“Sir has not expressed an explicit desire to keep you out of the workshop but I believe he would not appreciate you down there at the moment.”

Steve sighs. “Great. Could you send U up here to bring this sandwich down?”

“Of course, Captain Rogers.”

With that taken care of, Steve turns back to Natasha, following her back out to the living room. “I didn’t say anything because Tony didn’t give me the chance. He just took off.”

Natasha is quiet, studying him for a long moment. He knows what she’s thinking, since it’s probably the same thing he thought: that Tony was too afraid to hear the answer to give Steve the chance to respond. Eventually, she asks, “So how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says honestly. “I can’t say I’ve ever thought about Tony like that before but—we act kinda coupley, don’t we?”

Before Natasha can respond, the previously bright sky outside goes dark. There’s a bright lightning bolt right outside the window, followed by the crash of thunder and then a loud rushing sound. It dissipates after a moment, the sky lightening again.

“Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff,” JARVIS says, “Thor has returned to the tower.”

~

The Steve and Tony story goes something like this: instead of going on his planned road trip, Steve returned to the tower the day after the Chitauri invasion to offer his apologies to Tony about what he said on the helicarrier. Somehow—and he’s not sure how, even to this day—he found himself getting wrapped up in the tower repairs with a room of his own on one of the lower floors. And by the time those were done, Tony had apparently also redone some of the apartments near the penthouse as a headquarters for the Avengers. Steve hadn’t been lacking for options after the battle (the Army, in particular, wanted him back) but he’d moved into the tower permanently instead.

He and Tony had clashed a few times in those early days but once Bruce came back from wrapping up his affairs in India and Natasha and Clint left SHIELD to join them, they settled into a bit of a truce.

And over the semi-regular movie nights and the training spars and the late-night conversations after they both couldn’t sleep, that truce became a friendship and before Steve quite realized it, Tony had become one of his best friends. Slowly, Steve found himself being pulled out of the shell he’d withdrawn into after waking in this new century. Tony dragged him to lunch at new and exciting places, places that Steve could never have even dreamed of when he was growing up. They planned missions and training days together. Steve had even gotten adept enough at handling the press with Tony to feel confident accepting interview requests with him.

He hadn’t realized though that Tony had taken it as something more serious though. And now that he does know, he’s not sure what to do about it.

~

He eventually goes to Bruce, since Pepper is busy dealing with a business merger and Colonel Rhodes is out of town in some undisclosed location (though Steve is certain that Tony knows where). Bruce’s lab isn’t quite the wonderland of light and holograms that Tony’s is, but it’s still impressive to someone who grew up with nothing. Tony makes sure that Bruce has all the latest equipment so the lab is a gleaming marvel of sleek instruments with silver and white colors everywhere. It doesn’t look like the most soothing environment but the speakers pipe out some sort of piano music that Steve vaguely recognizes and there’s a teapot on one counter, keeping whatever Bruce is drinking warm.

Bruce is currently examining something under a microscope. Steve can make out what looks like a purple smear on the slide from where he’s standing in the doorway, but that’s it. Bruce doesn’t seem to have noticed him yet, even though JARVIS announced him, so he waits patiently until Bruce has rolled away from the microscope.

“Bruce, you got a second?” he asks quietly.

“Hey, when did you get here?” Bruce asks, offering him a tired smile. He waves Steve over to the teapot and offers him a cup.

“Just a couple minutes ago. I didn’t mind waiting,” Steve assures him. “What’s the blend?”

“Lavender and chocolate.”

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind a cup.” Bruce hands him the steaming mug. Steve has to add the sugar himself (only Tony knows how he prefers his tea).

“What brings you to my lab? Tony’s downstairs today,” Bruce says, fixing a cup of his own.

“I’m not looking for Tony. Not yet anyway,” Steve corrects. “I did want to talk about him though.” He hesitates and then decides to take the plunge. “Has Tony ever said anything to you about—ah—”

“About his feelings?” Bruce asks knowledgeably. “It’s come up a few times.”

Steve takes that to mean that it’s come up fairly frequently. Tony does like to overshare sometimes and trying to figure out what he’ll overshare about and what he’ll clam up about is about as accurate as trying to make one of Clint’s trick shots. “He told me today,” he begins carefully. “But he didn’t let me say anything.”

“Well, he wouldn’t,” Bruce says, like that’s perfectly reasonable and not absolutely surprising to Steve. He must see the confusion in Steve’s face because he adds, “He only just figured it out a few days ago himself, even though he’s been talking about you for months. I don’t think he was expecting you to feel the same way as him right after he realized it.”

“But why would he say it then?”

Bruce takes off his glasses, holding them in front of him as he thinks. “Tony—he’s got a weird relationship with love. He told me once that he thought he’d lost the chance to tell Pepper he loved her, first in Afghanistan and then with the palladium poisoning.”

“His parents,” Steve realizes. “He didn’t get to tell them either.”

“Exactly,” Bruce says, pointing at him with the glasses. “He doesn’t like to wait. So even though he knows you don’t feel the same way, he felt it was important to tell you.”

“What, in case I die tomorrow?”

“Or if he does.” Bruce must catch the stricken expression on Steve’s face as he smiles gently. “It’s not just about getting the feeling off his chest for Tony. It’s about making sure that you know you’re loved too.”

“Oh,” Steve says softly.

~

Normally, he would go down to the workshop to think about something that’s puzzling him but he doesn’t want to bother Tony right now. Instead, he goes to his second-favorite room in the entire tower: the library. The library was designed specifically by Tony for Steve after he mentioned how much he liked the tablet Tony had given him but how he missed paper books too. He hadn’t been angling for a library out of the conversation but Tony, generous to a fault, had immediately gotten to work on one.

It’s a beautiful room, completely incongruous with the sleek modern style of the rest of the tower, but perfect despite that. It takes up an entire two floors of the tower with balconies, a spiral staircase, and several sliding ladders for Clint to reenact a scene from some movie that Steve hasn’t gotten around to watching yet. Tony had done the room in dark wood with enough windows to make it feel light and airy instead of cramped. There are little nooks hidden among the shelves and a few window seats for anyone who wants to gaze out over the New York skyline while they read.

It’s perfect, made all the more so because Tony designed it for him.

“Steve, you should have realized how Tony felt sooner,” he mutters to himself as he settles on one of the cushy armchairs with his sketchbook. But how could he have? According to Bruce, Tony hadn’t even known how he felt until a few days ago.

He sketches as he thinks, no subject in mind until he looks down to find that he’s roughly sketched out Tony at his workbench, arguing with DUM-E over something silly. Steve smiles fondly down at the drawing, rubbing his thumb over the curve of Tony’s cheek. He remembers this argument. It had been a couple weeks ago. Tony had asked DUM-E to bring him a wrench and instead, DUM-E had brought him two screwdrivers, three hammers, and a level before finally bringing the wrench. It had made Steve laugh, which had just encouraged DUM-E. Tony had acted frustrated but he knows Tony well enough to know that Tony had been secretly proud about DUM-E’s personality, both for DUM-E and for himself. After all, as Tony said, any monkey could design an AI. It took skill to design one with character.

In his sketch, he’s drawn something of that conflict in Tony’s face—the frustration in the downward turn of his mouth but the pride in the twinkle in his eyes—and it only makes him more beautiful.

“Beautiful,” Steve repeats, awed at the thought. Tony is beautiful, when he’s tinkering, when he’s flying, even when he’s going toe-to-toe with Steve over something stupid (usually Tony’s self-sacrificial tendencies).

He flips through the book, taking in each drawing: Natasha, Tony, Clint, Thor, Tony, Bruce, Tony, Tony, Tony. “Yeah,” he murmurs, looking back down at the drawing he just finished again. He thinks he’s got it figured out.

He stands, tucking his sketchbook under his arm. “JARVIS, do you think Tony would mind talking to me now? I’ve got something important to tell him.”

JARVIS is quiet for a moment, then says, “Sir would be happy to see you.”

He makes his way downstairs, thinking about what he’s going to say, but as soon as he sees Tony—wonderful, beautiful, perfect Tony—playing with one of those incredible holograms he designed, the words fly from his mind and he blurts out, “I’m not in love with you.”

And then he winces. Yeah, okay, so he’s a bit of a disaster.

Tony looks hurt for a moment, but it’s quickly covered up with dramatic offense. Before Tony can make one of his infamous quips that’ll just make light of the situation, Steve crosses the workshop and pulls Tony’s hands into his, rubbing them gently with his thumbs.

“I’m not in love with you,” he repeats. “But I think I could be soon. I’m not where you’re at yet—my brain isn’t nearly as quick as yours, Tony, of course you’re a step ahead of me here too. But Tony, you’re on almost every single page of my sketchbook. We go on what we might as well call dates together. We talk for hours. I know you almost as well as I know myself. I’m not in love with you yet but I think I’m only a couple dates away from it, so you should take me out, and we’ll see how fast I can catch up.”

Tony is smiling by the end of his little speech. “How are you always so good at that?” he asks.

“I was born like this,” Steve says seriously, only to crack a grin when Tony laughs.

“No you weren’t,” Tony argues. “You were born small and spiteful.”

“And full of good speeches. But no one wanted to listen to a little guy like me so I had to bottle them up to use on you.” He pauses and looks down at Tony. “Um, not to pressure you, but does a date sound good?”

Tony thinks about it for a moment. “Depends. Where are you going to take me?”

“Oh, am I taking you? You’re the billionaire, shouldn’t you be treating me?”

Tony’s eyes darken as he purrs, “Only if you’re very nice.”

Steve shivers. He hadn’t really thought about how it would feel to have the full Tony Stark Seduction TechniqueTM turned on him, but he’s thinking about it now and it is absolutely delightful. “What if I’m not nice at all?” he whispers, hands tightening on Tony’s.

Tony’s smile turns downright filthy and he leans up to brush a kiss over Steve’s cheek. “Hmm, I’ll think of something,” he murmurs into Steve’s ear.

He’s not going to act like a caveman and take Tony to bed. He’s not. He’s going to—“Sal’s!” he blurts out, immediately regretting it when Tony takes a step away, brow wrinkling confusedly. It’s really cute. Steve wants to kiss it away.

“What?”

“Sal’s,” Steve says again. “Best burgers in Brooklyn. I want to take you there.”

Tony smiles again. “Sounds like a date.”

[pompadourpink]

HI MOM sorry to bother u but i wanted to know if you had some good advice to help with jealousy, I feel like i'm always envious of other girls, they all seem so much happier than me, prettier, smarter and all that, even you I don't know what you look like but you seem to have your life together and it makes me so feel sad and helpless :(

Hello dear,

Talk to them. Two things to know: one, happy people don't overshare, so bad things still happen to them, they just won't tell you; two, someone who actively tries to get better has been in bad positions you would never be jealous of.

You wouldn't be jealous of 26-year-old me who cried herself to sleep for six months after a breakup, of 22-year-old me who almost ended up homeless, of 17-year-old me who thought she would never turn 18 because she was depressed, or of 10-year-old me whose dad nearly committed suicide on her birthday.

We are all trying, all struggling, all faking. It's hard, but you can overcome anything, if you try hard enough, and if you forgive yourself, and if you decide that you are worth the effort. If on the other hand you decide that you're the victim and will never get what you want, you will indeed never get what you want, but it will be because of your negative attitude, not because of your circumstances.

I'm turning 30 later this year, have my own business, overcame depression two years ago, trying to befriend the pigeons in my neighbourhood, researching Mauritius to maybe move there, and I'm ecstatically happy. I deserve all of it, and younger me would have never thought that this would be her future.

Give yourself a chance.

Love,

Mum

[radio-charlie]

One thing i sadly had to learn a few times is - if u are/were in an abusive relationship and ur friend or partner is a lot more popular, charming and manipulative than u, what u dont want to do is post all the things u wanna say on a socmed account with just a few followers for example. because if ppl dont pick it up and give u support, and ur abuser sees it, what ur doing is giving them a chance to frame their bullshit around what u have laid out for their much larger audience, who will see what they said first. and if ur abuser is really, really good at getting ppl mad on their behalf, and they have a vocal echo chamber in that space that will reinforce wtv they said, then the emotional impression left by their nonsense will far outpower ur initial posts, making them toothless even if ur abuser’s audience finds them later.

I dont have advice for u re: how to call ppl out safely because with these ppl i’ve not really attempted it. i cannot afford the pain of that entire process, especially since they have the luxury of oversharing or wtv lame-ass term it is now, and i have to keep mum abt a lot of things in my life, not just for me. But yea tldr: 1. don’t use ur ammunition all in one go right off the bat and 2. dont do it unless u know that people will see it.

[justcourttee]

Can you do one where all the Wayne’s meet marinette before knowing she’s dating Damian and something happened to her parents and Bruce already has the adoption papers and damiens like no father u can’t adopt my gf

This is so cute and was so much fun to write. Hope this is something like what you had in mind :) @leagrey

Family Dinner

“I would like to apologize in advance. Father and his feral mistakes are very lively people and I fear they will take too much of a liking to you. If it is at all uncomforting, just squeeze my hand and we will leave.”

Marinette glanced over as Damian stared menacingly at the oak doors in front of them. It had only been a year since she had met him, but he had never once mentioned the idea of her meeting his family. Maybe it was because he knew today was special and he knew that meeting them was her only request of him for the longest time.

“Do you feel uncomfortable Damian? If so, please don’t put yourself in this position because of me.”

“Tt, utter nonsense. Me? Uneasy? Now you are just babbling.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth at the sight of the red threatening to overtake his cheeks.

“Well then, I guess there is no point in standing outside all day huh?”

Before her fist even made contact with the door, it flung open. Several curious faces piled in the doorframe, all trying to get a good look at her in case Damian changed his mind in an instant.

“You idiots, back up now or I’m leaving with her.”

A mutter of apologies echoed through the door as Marinette bit back the chuckle. With a great sigh, Damian motioned for her to step through the entrance, his tense body signaling that he was already ready to throw in the towel.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Her half-wave seemed to send a shock wave through the room as all eyes narrowed in on her, watching her every movement. Cautiously, she lowered her hand. A moment of silence passed and then two. Everyone seemed locked onto her, unsure of what to say and if she was being honest, she had the slightest idea as well.

“Are you all crowding her? Shameful. I thought I told you to wait in the dining room.”

It was as if the heavens had parted and uttered a command. Several bodies darted in different directions and in seconds, the hallway had been cleared save for Marinette, Damian, and an older man with graying hair and a killer smile on his face.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, we are truly honored that Master Damian has allowed you to grace us with your presence for dinner this evening. I apologize for Master Bruce’s charges. They really are all excellent kids, but rare elements such as yourself tend to erase their minds of any manners I worked so hard to instill in them.”

He shook his head in mock disappointment as he offered her his hand.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it, Mr. Alfred. I’m sure they were just as excited as I was.”

Taking his hand, she did her best to give a strong shake. His warm smile seemed so inviting, but the thought that he could clear a room with just a sentence shook her to her core.

“Please, just Alfred is fine. May I escort you to the dining room?”

Marinette nodded as she blindly reached backward for Damian’s hand to drag him along. If the butler had noticed, he made no comment as he led them.

“And here we are, I will return shortly with the first course for tonight. I do hope you enjoy the meal. I have prepared special platers for you and Master Damian to commandeer for your dietary restrictions.”

Before she even had the chance to thank him, he whisked away, leaving her to stand by Damian’s side in front of the largest dining room table she had ever seen.

“Welcome.”

Her eyes darted to the head of the table where a dashing man stood, his eyes kind and welcoming as he motioned to the two empty seats beside him. It all felt so overwhelming, too many sets of eyes for her to count were plastered on her alone. Shuffling along, she managed a small curtsey to the man before allowing Damian to help her into her seat.

A small murmur erupted from the dining room table. Had she done something wrong? Perhaps she had set herself up at the table, but Damian just got so flustered about those sorts of things, insisting he wanted to be a proper gentleman.

“I’ve heard very little about you Ms. Dupain-Cheng, but the little I have been able to wrestle out of my son has been nothing short of blessings.”

Marinette was sure her face was burning as she muttered a small thanks.

“I apologize for the huge turnout. When I mentioned to my oldest that Damian was bringing a friend home for dinner, it seems word spread fast. They all wanted to meet the person who managed to break through to him that wasn’t Jon.”

His smile appeared jokingly as he glanced over the near full table.

“But please, where are my manners? My name is Bruce and please feel comfortable to refer to me like that. The three boys across from you are my oldest Dick, Jason, Tim, and Duke.”

Dick's smile was blinding as he reached over the table to shake her hand vigorously.

“I’m so glad my little boy has made a friend and such a beautiful and well-mannered one as well!”

“Yeah, I wonder how he did that?” Jason, at least that’s what she believed his name was, stroked his chin thoughtfully as he stared down the two. Duke began to stroke his chin as well before he leaned across the table, shielding his mouth from where Damian sat.

“Hey, Marinette, blink twice if he’s threatening you or your family’s lives in any way.”

There was a small thud from under the table as Duke flinched slightly in his seat.

Bruce shook his head as he motioned past the boys and to the girls that sat on the other side of Damian.

“On this side of the table are my daughters in all but paperwork. Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie.”

“Uhm, you forgot one pop.”

The girl at the end of the table kicked her feet up onto the table, her mischievous smile poking at Bruce’s patience.

“How could I ever forget you, Harper? I was just saving you for last.”

Harper sent a wink in Marinette’s direction earning a giggle from the girl.

“Miss Harper, I must ask you to refrain from placing your feet on the table as I serve out the first course.”

Instantly she straightened in her seat as Alfred seemingly materialized from behind. The smile on his face as dangerous as ever. Marinette could finally see what Damian was worried about, his family was absolutely wild. Her eyes drifted from each person as they absentmindedly chatted in small groups.

Damian’s hand found hers under the table, giving her a slight reassuring squeeze.

“Marinette, I must apologize for dinner being so late. I had to work over today and even if I got out earlier than usual, I must admit it is not early enough. Please apologize to your parents for my inconsiderate job.”

Marinette swallowed hard as she sat down her fork.

“Oh, uhm, I suppose Damian didn’t tell you. I-uh-live on my own in the city.”

All of the chatter in the room fell silent and once more, she could feel the heat of every stare in the room on her.

“Oh? Are they okay with that? Gotham isn’t exactly known to be the safest at night.” His chuckle was humorless as he watched her bright eyes dull.

“I actually came to Gotham on my own merits, a fresh start if you will. My parents died last year in a bakery fire. Papa tried to find me, thinking I was home, but even as Maman begged him to leave the building, he couldn’t leave believing I was still in there.”

She felt a single hot tear trail down her cheek, but she was quick to wipe it away before any more could follow.

“I apologize, I had no idea.”

Marinette shook her head vigorously as the apologies spewed out of her mouth.

“Please, forget I said anything at all. I one hundred percent overshared. Now dinner will be so awkwardly, please, it’s been a year, I’m okay.”

The conversation started back slowly, but once it did, Marinette couldn’t stop laughing. She shared with them her business and talked about how she and Damian first met. Tim couldn’t wrap his head around the thought that Damian would have actually stopped on the street to comfort her.

“I mean, what are you? A demon tamer? Teach me your ways sensei.”

As Alfred collected the final plates for the evening, Marinette felt better than she had in a long time. When it came time to leave, Bruce offered to escort them back to the front.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, may I ask how old you are?”

“16.”

Bruce’s stare was concerning as he reached out to pick up her hand.

“How do you live in an apartment then?”

“Oh, My grandmother signed the lease. She technically lives with me, but she’s such a free spirit, I couldn’t possibly expect her to stay in one spot. I mostly live there on my own. Honestly, I’m quite jealous of the large family Damian has, he is very lucky.”

Marinette thought she had to be hallucinating. Bruce Wayne almost seemed to be vibrating the more she talked.

“You know Marinette, this manor is quite spacious. If you ever need-”

“Absolutely not.”

In one quick movement, Damian was between them, his glare ready to cut through his own father.

“But Damian-”

“Father I cannot allow you to adopt my girlfriend!”

Bruce’s jaw dropped as he finally noticed the constant contact that the two had initiated all night. At first, he thought it could be just her way of keeping herself grounded, but the more he thought back on it, it did seem quite like how a couple would act.

“Dammit, now I owe Steph $20.”

Marinette peeked behind Bruce where all of Damian’s siblings stood exchanging money, Tim looking especially upset as he handed the blonde a crisp bill. For what felt like the billionth time tonight, Marinette felt her face flush.

“You are all utter buffoons. Father, we will complete this conversation later. As for now, I will escort Marinette back to her apartment and I will be taking the car.”

Damian’s hand intertwined with hers as she allowed herself to be dragged from the manor. A chorus of goodbyes echoed after her, even Alfred waved her goodbye as he graciously shut Bruce’s mouth for him. As she climbed into the car, Marinette leaned over to place a small kiss on Damian’s cheek.

“What was that for?” The stutter in his voice was something she adored, something that only ever appeared when she caught him off guard.

“Thank you for letting me meet your family today. It turned a bad day into a good one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” the red of his cheeks betrayed his indifferent attitude as he shifted the car into drive.

As the manor disappeared in the rearview mirror, only one thought remained on her mind. Just how would the conversation go with Bruce when Damian returned?

The thought alone made her smile.

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In Cahoots [HJP]

Request: hey omg your writing is so good! can I request Harry and reader being friends and having detention with umbridge together and then walking back together to the common room late at night and taking care of each other and then they admit their feelings for each other? Have a wonderful day! 💕💕 - anon

You never mean to say or do most things, but this time it works out for the better.

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: mentions of blood, scars, and wounds

A/N: I deviated from them being friends ;( i love awkward teen interactions too much. i hope u enjoy it regardless! <3 

Punishments for misbehavior at Hogwarts were never bloody. Scary, perhaps, but never bloody. Umbridge made it clear she did not care much for this unwritten rule, and had a taste for a more medieval way of disciplining the students. Harry was the first person to incur damage from Dolores’ sadistic black quill, until you found yourself in detention with him. Your reason for detention was stupid (Umbridge’s rules were stupid) as you were found by the Inquistorial squad with a dungbomb you had no intention of using in your pocket. Meanwhile, Harry was serving day three out of his 2 week detention with Umbridge. You mournfully hated that this was the most interaction you and him have had outside of the DA meetings.

Both of you were tasked to repeatedly write I must not break rules until it was scabbed and bleeding onto your hands. You were sat next to Harry, on your 28th or 29th repetition of the line–you lost count, as the pain started to amplify the more you wrote. Umbridge was looking quite pleased with herself, as she paced back and forth while watching the both of you with a nefarious grin plastered onto her ugly face. Tears had started to pool in your eyes making them appear like watercolor-painted puddles. You were trying your hardest to suck them back into your tear ducts to no avail. Tear by slow tear began to crawl its way down your face and onto the empty parchment as you wrote with your quill. The effect of the quill for some odd reason was extreme on your hand. You were bleeding more profusely than your contemporaries, you noticed.

Umbridge finally relinquished the both of you from the painful task and you immediately took hold of your book bag, haphazardly dropping the black quill onto the floor, and flounced to the exit, beating Harry to it.

Your lips were pressed together in a fine line, trying to stifle in a cry until you rounded a corner and sat on the nearest bench. In a desperate attempt to get the bleeding to stop, you carelessly unknotted your Gryffindor tie and tied it over the wounds. You sat for a few seconds, pressing firmly on the wound to get it to stop bleeding. Your tears were now free flowing at this point.

Harry spots you from his peripherals, as he exits detention. Harry walks over to you to comfort you, as he knows how terrible the wounds are the first time around. You, on the other hand, were so fixated on the wound, that as you stood up to go to the girl’s lavatory, the top of your head made contact with Harry’s jaw. 

Harry takes a few steps back, surprised by the sudden contact between your scalp and his chin. And, you are now nursing two boo-boos instead of the one. Harry composes himself quickly and takes steps toward, while still clutching his jaw. You are holding your head and while your hand bleeds freely over the floor, even with the tie wrapped around it.

“You’re, uh, bleeding,” He stammers as his eyes follow the drops of blood. He swoops to take your hand and unravel the red-stained, makeshift Gryffindor tie bandage, carelessly placing it in his front pocket. He tries his best to be gentle but failing as you wince, “Quite a lot.”

“I am fairly well-aware, Harry.” You didn’t mean for this to come off as snarky, but as the pain and bleeding on your hand intensify, you really couldn’t control your tone, even if it was Harry that was talking to you.

“Of course, sorry.” He replies to you sheepishly, “I’ll help you clean it up, if it’s alright.” Harry took this opportunity to not only help you, but to be able to stand in such close proximity to you–something he’s been pathetically inching towards the whole school year. 

He doesn’t wait for your response and leads you to the girl’s lavatory, heading straight to the sink. He turns the faucet on and gently takes your hand under the running water. He wipes away the blood with both his hands, and you stare at his hand. Underneath the newly minted wounds were faded and healing wounds spelling out “I must not tell lies”. 

The pain made its presence on your hand very clear, but your thoughts were swirling around erratically. Harry Potter was tending to your wounds, holding your hand, standing oh-so painstakingly close to you in the girl’s lavatory. Your little schoolgirl crush on him started after the Yule Ball and stayed ever since. So, regardless of how much pain you were in, you were enjoying his presence. 

He’s fixated on your hands as quite literally, the bleeding wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard he pressed. Also because he was too shy to look at you, square in the face. 

“With all the bleeding, I’d guess you were a hemophiliac,” Harry declares seriously, trying to make the atmosphere more comfortable.

You didn’t know whether to take this as a joke or an insult as you, being the pureblood you were, did not know what a hemophiliac was. You give him a confused look, head tilted slightly, brows furrowed at the center. Harry, on the other hand, was beating himself up for trying to cut the silence in such a dumb way. 

“Sorry? Is that a muggle joke?” You question. 

“Oh, er, sorry,” He awkwardly stammers out, “It’s a muggle condition where your wounds don’t quite necessarily know when to stop bleeding.” 

All you muster is a softly-spoken, oh. You were still awkwardly standing with your hand in Harry’s. Harry turns off the faucet and  grabs your tie out from his pocket. He dabs it gently and presses it firmly onto your wounded hand. With his free hand, he fishes his wand from his pocket. 

Uncovering your tie from the wound he says, “Episkey,” while pointing his wand at your hand. The wounds scabbed over, stopping the bleeding. As your tie is drenched in blood (you were astounded at how much blood your hand let out, perhaps you were what muggles called a “hemophiliac”), Harry unties his own tie and wraps it around your scabbed hand for good measure. You take this opportunity to wipe your face dry with your untouched hand. He hands you your bloodied tie and you shove it into your bookbag. 

He stares at you and smiles, “I hope that would help, one way or another.” He’s still holding your wounded hand and stares at you. You look to meet his eyes and for a few seconds your eyes lock. You get red in the face and look down quickly. Harry lets out an awkward chuckle and gently drops your hand out of his. 

“Thank you, Harry, but what about your wounds?” You ask him as now you take his wounded hand. You examine the scar on his left-hand. You rub your thumb gently near the wounds, paying extra attention to not gloss over the newly formed scabs. He tamely takes his hand away from you and hangs it at his side.

“I’ll manage.” He replies to you. Not wanting to give you the chance to contest he continues, “Uh, would you like to head back to the common room together?” 

“I don’t think we’ve much a choice,” you respond, smiling lightly.  

Walking out the girl’s lavatory–thanking Merlin that no one saw Harry scamper out the door–and make your way to the Gryffindor tower. The silence is extremely awkward. Harry sneaks glances at you, as you look out to the Hogwarts courtyard to ease out of whatever mental bind you’ve put on your tongue. 

“So, Ha–” you begin. At the same time, Harry opens his mouth to speak uttering the first syllable of your name. You both look down at the floor, grinning like idiots. 

“Sorry,” Harry says, “Please, you first.”

You let out a breathless half-giggle, “Umbridge’s quill is quite evil, isn’t it?”

“Indeed.” Harry wanted to scream into a cauldron. Months of imagining a full-on conversation with you in his head and all he could muster was a puny indeed? 

Another awkward pause takes a hold of the two of you. 

You begin again, “So… are you and Cho, er, together? In cahoots?” You mentally slap yourself on the forehead. What kind of teenager  says cahoots unironically?

“Me? Cho?” Harry questions you, looking bewildered. Harry was surprised at your question, as he thought his pitiful pining over you was already painfully obvious.

“Is-is it not a thing?” You stammer out, a bit surprised. 

“Not in the slightest.” Confirms Harry. 

“Well, I only ask,” You pause, trying to recollect your thoughts and choose your words carefully, “because you too seem very close.”

“Well, she’s a good friend, but no. We aren’t together. She’s still mourning Cedric.” 

“Oh, I can only imagine.”

A third awkward silence takes you both once more. You are unaware, but Harry is just as nervous as you are. You and Harry have finally made it to the moving staircases, you two make your way up. Just as you hit the middle of the staircase, it moves, leaving you and Harry stuck until it returns to its original position. Harry wanted to throw himself off of the magical staircase right about now.

Harry thinks this is as good a time as ever to sneakily confirm–hopefully deny–his suspicions and continues the conversation, “What about you, and, uh, Anthony Goldstein?” 

Your face reflexively cringes and Harry smiles at the scene, “Have I said something?” 

“Yes, you said Anthony Goldstein.” 

“Well, I thought you and he were in cahoots.” He jokes at you, trying to fake confidence.

You bury your face in your hands, “Merlin, he was a git. He was quite rude to me after he told me how he felt about me because I confessed I had a little crush on you.” You immediately regret the oversharing of information as Harry eyes widen. But deep down, he’s more relieved than not, as you had accidentally made the proverbial first move.

You try and play it off with a laugh, “Well, I mean, they say you are the Chosen One, and, uh I think you are quite nice-looking,” Nice-looking? you think to yourself. You continue to save yourself the embarrassment, “you’re great at spells too, and, uh, very brave, I’d say.”

Harry goes red in the face at your flurry of compliments, but he only repeats, “Nice-looking?”

“Quite.” 

Harry doesn’t know what force propels him to start acting all cheekily with you but he says, “I think you’re, er, quite nice-looking as well. Talented at spells, too.” 

“So I guess it’s agreed upon then?” you ask him. 

“Sorry?” 

“That we both think we are nice-looking...and good at spellwork.” You joshed. 

“If anything, I think you’re more than quite nice-looking–you’re very beautiful.” Harry says so quickly, it’s almost a miracle he didn’t trip over his tongue.

It’s as though your’s and Harry’s faces were having a contest on who could make who redder–you were sure you were winning.

“That’s you, I think.” You say to return the compliment, then subsequently groaning realizing how it came out.

“You think I’m beautiful too?” Harry bantered.. 

“Much more beautiful than me, I suppose.” 

The staircase finally shifts to the correct landing and the both of you ascend to the Gryffindor tower entrance, Harry says the password, gesturing for you to step in first. You turn to him to thank him but your lips meet his cheek instead. You inadvertently tell him you have a crush on him and then you inadvertently make a move on him, not even 2 minutes apart? What a mess. 

“Merlin, sorry, Harry! I didn’t realize you were so close.” You apologize. 

“No worries, [Y/N]” He says without looking at you as his stomach suddenly turned into a trapeze artist and started doing flips upon flips. 

Thank Merlin there was no one in the common room to watch you and Harry make bumbling fools of yourselves. You both pause at the entryway of the common room, until you begin to speak.

“I want to say thank you, by the way,” You say. You begin to unravel his tie from your hand, seeing as your hand was no longer hurting. “Here’s your, uh, tie, by the way. Thank you for tending to it, even if you didn’t have to.” 

“Anytime,” Harry replies. 

You turn to head to the stairs to make way to your dormitory but Harry calls out.

“I just want to repeat that me and Cho aren’t, er, dating or, as you call it, in cahoots. ” He says to you.

“You’ve said that,” You tell him while smiling. 

“Perhaps, you and I could be in cahoots–I mean it could be something you and I could work toward, if it’s alright with you, but if it’s not, it’s completely fine, I’d still think you’re very beautiful regardless.” Harry is rapping at this point, heart beating in his ears.

You’re surprised and extremely elated at Harry’s burst of confidence, “It is alright by me, Harry. I think I’d like that–I know I would, actually.”

“Brilliant. Absolutely excellent.” He beams. 

“Absolutely.” 

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Pinky Promise | Aone x Reader | Part 2

!!!!Trigger warning!!!! This chapter has several mentions of depression, self-harm, and bullying!!! If any of that makes you uncomfortable or is a trigger for you, please do not read this chapter!! I put a warning before the self-harm mention, but the bullying and (implied) depression is mentioned several times throughout this chapter. My DMs are always open if you need someone to talk to, I will always support you guys, no matter what!!!!!

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You know what they say, a pinky promise can never be broken.

Middle school was never easy, no matter who you were. Your middle school years are when you get the meanest and you lose friends and make friends that would last forever. You would know because you had lost the one friend you needed most when your parents sent you to a private middle school in an attempt to make friends other than Takanobu. It’s not like they didn’t like him, in fact, they saw him as a fourth child(probably a good time to mention that you do have an older brother and a younger brother). They just wanted you to make other friends, so you weren’t so reliant on the gentle giant.

“Welcome back,” your homeroom teacher for your final year stood at the front of the room, “I am Takashi Ito, you will call me Mr. Ito or sensei. This is your final year here and Dobutsu Academy, and I won’t be going easy on you because of it. Now how about everyone introduces themselves. No volunteers, I guess I’ll have to call on someone.” The teacher looked around the class as students avoided eye contact, but you weren’t able to dodge his piercing gaze fast enough as you made eye contact, “You, with the h/c hair,” you pointed to yourself in a silent question, “Yes you. Now stand up and give us your name and an interesting fact about yourself.”

You could feel the eyes of everyone glued onto you even as you keep your head down. You tugged at the sleeves of your uniform as you slowly stood up, “U-uh, m-my name is Y/N L/N a-and I don’t h-have an interesting fact about m-myself…” Your voice was just loud enough for everyone to hear you. You could feel your face heat up, feeling the eyes of your classmates burned into your body.

“Everyone has an interesting fact about themselves, you have no reason to not share like the rest of the class will. So I’m sure you’ll be able to think of something.” the smile on his face contradicted the assertive look in his eyes, “Quickly now, don’t keep us waiting.”

You got more self cautious as you tried to come up with something when something popped into your head, “I, uh… I-I’m fluent in sign language, I have a friend who is a selective mute, so we learned it when we were younger…” your voice trails off, getting quieter as you answered. I shouldn’t have added the part about Nobu. I overshared. Oh god, they’re going to think I’m stupid or something! You silently panicked.

“Now that wasn’t too hard was it. I would love to see you apply that skill during class, maybe starting a club? You may sit down.” You immediately dropped to your chair, fiddling with the sleeves of your uniform again, “Alright, who would like to go next- black hair, glasses seat three of row three. Since you thought having a conversation with your neighbor was more important than whatever I have to say, how about you go next. Just like Ms. L/N.”

That’s what most of homeroom was like, classmates introducing themselves and talking amongst the already established friend groups. You on the other hand sat in the back of the class, book in hand, peacefully reading while the noise only got louder and louder. Your ears were used to silence, that’s what came with being friends with Takanobu, the comfortable quiet. You’d think you would be used to this much noise from having brothers and being in noisy classrooms for most of the day, but every time you would get used to it, the quiet time you would spend with the silent boy would bring you back to that comfortable quiet, making you start at square one.

You stood up, the noise finally being too much to handle you made your way to the front of the class, towards the teacher’s desk, “S-sir. C-can I sit in the hallway for the rest of class?” you nervously fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you asked Mr. Ito to leave the room.

“And why would you need to leave the room? Everyone is enjoying themselves talking, but you’re sitting with your face in a book. Do you simply wish to leave so you can read your book without distraction? Talk to someone, make a friend, Ms. L/N.” The man responded, typing away at his computer.

“M-my ears are sensitive to loud noise sir. I don’t come from a very loud home or friend group so loud noises tend to overwhelm me, m-may I please sit out in the hallway?” Sure, having brothers can be loud, but when one is four years older than you, and the other is twelve years younger than you, it doesn’t tend to get very crazy at home.

Letting out a sigh, the man scribbles something on a piece of paper, probably a note in case a teacher sees me in the hallway. He handed you the slip of paper and nodded at the door to the classroom as a silent go-ahead, “Be back in here before class ends,” was all he said before he went back to typing on his computer.

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That’s when the bullying started. 

Your classmates saw how you would leave the class whenever the room got loud and how you kept to yourself. They called you a freak, an outcast. They took one look at your speckled face and called you a freak, commenting on how it looked like acne or dirt. It happened, every single year since you started middle school. You would think that you could finally relax, reset, and make some friends, but they crushed any chance of that.

There was a pair of classmates that would always end up in your class. They would be the first to comment on your behavior or looks, sometimes both. But that wasn’t the worst of it all. Last year, they found out about Takanobu, which shouldn’t seem so bad, until they started spreading rumors about the two of you. Maybe it was how they saw you act with him, or how they saw the difference in size since he hit his growth spurt that year. Or maybe it was just because they hated you.

It was probably the scene they saw you two in, you talking about your day, hands smoothly signing along with your words, a big smile covering your face as you walked to the old park with your baby brother on Takanobu’s shoulders. His face was stoic as always, but you could just barely see the way his lips curled upwards in the slightest bit, if you didn’t know him as well as you knew yourself, you would’ve missed it. That was when the pair decided to follow you, seeing if they could get any dirt on you. They watched from afar as the tall boy carefully put your brother in the baby swing, gently pushing him so that he was rocking back and forth in the seat. They noticed the light pink blush that dusted your cheeks and how you were so much more, alive, with him than in school. After watching you two play with your brother more they concluded that you had to be in a relationship. But there was no way that Takanobu was in middle school, he’s too big, being 5’11 in middle school isn’t very normal.

When you reached school after the weekend ended, you could feel the stares that people were giving, you could hear them whispering to each other, but you couldn’t tell what they were whispering about, but you knew it was about you. You got notes in your school locker, calling you a tramp, a skank, and you couldn’t figure out why. It got to the point where you started believing what they said, you hated the way your freckles covered your face and body, you hated how you couldn’t stand loud places, you hated how you never made eye contact with anyone. You came to hate, you.

!!!Trigger warning: Self-harm and depression!!!

That’s when the cutting started, it was the only way you could cope with the weight that feels heavy on your shoulders, with each slice of the blade you turned that emotional pain into physical pain. You could bear that pain because it would fade away, it wouldn’t come back and keep you awake every night, thinking about how you could’ve done better, how you could’ve been more than you are now. It didn’t stop at your wrists and forearms, when you saw it useless to mark them up anymore, you moved to your legs, painting the bathtub red as the blade danced across your once clean skin. It was the reason you always had long sleeves on, leggings under your skirt.

This continued on until you were called into the principal's office almost halfway through your final year.

Are my grades falling? I swear I still had all A’s. What if they found out about the cutting. They’d tell mom and dad. Then mom would tell nii-san, nii-san would tell Nobu… You panicked at the thought of your best friend finding out about what you did to yourself as you walked to the principal’s office. You could feel your hands get clammy as you clenched them into fists at your side, you could feel the beads of sweat starting to form as you kept your gaze low. But you snapped out of your thoughts as you reached the office door, knocking on the door. After hearing a muffled, “come in,” you slid open the door, stepping inside.

“Y-you called me down sir?” you raised your gaze to look at the principal's desk, avoiding eye contact, “May I-I know why s-sir?”

You could feel his gaze on you as he cleared his throat, “Please have a seat Ms. L/N, I have a few questions to ask you if that’s ok.” he motioned to the chairs in front of his desk. You nodded, taking a seat, waiting for him to continue. “I have just been informed about a rumor about you that was spread early last year, are you aware of said rumor Ms. L/N?” 

Of course, you were aware, everybody has been talking about you behind their backs since last year, “Yes, I was aware there was a rumor spread about me, I don’t know what the rumor is though. I wasn’t able to figure it out, I assume that you know what the rumor was?” you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, anxious to finally find out what the school has been saying behind your back.

“There was a rumor that you were in a relationship with a high school second year. When I asked several students who started the rumor and I spoke with who had started it, they said that they saw you with said high schooler and an infant at Shiketsu park, saying that said infant was yours.” He paused to push his glasses up, “Is any of this true, Ms. L/N?”

Boyfriend? In high school? A child? The only infant I know is…- “N-none of that is true, I swear. The ‘high schooler’ they described is my best friend from elementary school, Aone Takanobu. He hit a growth spurt last year and got really tall, not to mention how broad his shoulders got. He goes to a public middle school, Gakuen Middle. You can contact the school to verify. The infant they saw was my baby brother, having an older and a younger brother should be on my student record.” you did your best to explain the situation to the principal, “I’m sure that they just got confused when they saw how, well, uh- big, Nobu is.” 

“I will check with Gakuen Middle and look at your student record to confirm your statements, but I do trust what you’ve said.” he quickly typed something into his computer, “Now, with that cleared up, I have a few more questions for you.” The man pulled a few papers out of a desk drawer, “Your current and past homeroom teachers have noticed that you started to only wear long sleeves and leggings, even during the summer, a few months after the rumor was said to be started. Can you verify that for me?”

You froze at the mention of long sleeves, He’s gonna ask to see my arms. No no no no no! “Y-yes sir, that is correct. They help me with my body dysmorphia, sir, it was getting bad last year, I guess I never went back to not having them on..” You let the lie slip off your tongue before you could think.

“Then would you mind if I asked you to pull up your sleeves, Ms. L/N? Here at Dobotsu Academy, not only care about academics, but we care about your mental state as well. So I will ask you again, will you please roll up your sleeves. " He saw through your lie easily, so much for that excuse. 

You sat, frozen in your seat. If he saw the scars on your wrist, some new, some old, he would tell your parents. If he told your parents they would take you out of public school for good, which means you wouldn’t get to go to high school with Takanobu. You would break your promise. You couldn’t break that promise, “Sir, I find this unnecessary. May I please return to class.” you said weakly.

With a sigh the man nodded, “Very well, if I hear that you are harming yourself in any way, I will have no choice but to tell your parents.” he paused, pushing his glasses up, “You may return to your class.”

You jumped out of your seat, bowing and muttering a thank you, before leaving the room. There was no way in hell that you were going to let your parents find out. Quickly walking through the halls of the school, you tried to get to your classroom before people noticed you walking through the halls.

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[fukurodanni]

everything stays (but it still changes)

part 1 || part 2 || PART 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x photographer!reader summary: so the same man (that broke your heart 3 years ago) accidentally gets drunk with you at a work event. how bad could it be? word count: 2.5k note: includes cursing, drunken actions. this whole thing reads a bit like a rom-com, if u haven’t gotten that by now lol

The only thing left to do after it all is to push it all into the back of your mind because you have a job to do tomorrow and you need to be well rested, so you pull the covers over yourself and hope to every deity out there that he isn’t in your dreams, too.

And funnily enough, he isn’t. You stop by for tea before the photoshoot - it’s the Thursday afterwards and Tsukishima isn’t there but you don’t have the time to question it, so you stuff your phone into your back pocket and head off. It’s in a big studio building, and the set is gorgeous, based in off-white and decked with pale yellows and citrus colors. The models seem to have been there for a while, already in makeup, but the stylist is still hanging around so maybe they haven’t been there for very long after all. They straighten a little when you greet them, easy smiles coloring their faces.

Off to business, then.

The work distracts from your wandering thoughts - the flex of Tsukishima’s hands across the table, eyes like swirling honey. It’s easy to lose yourself in the routine of it all, the ridges of a camera lens under your fingertips and the gentle click of the shutter.

Sometime after lunch and before wrapping up, you’re talking with one of the models, Mika, about how her brother is a photography major. She’s been his guinea pig for about two weeks now - you laugh gently as she jokes about how refreshing it is to be in a set that isn’t the corner of a college dorm. Incidentally, you manage not to hear the heavy click of the door behind you.

Mika’s gaze drifts behind you and you don’t think much of it until you notice it drift back to you. That’s when you hear the rest of the production crew and glance over at them, confused. They’re all standing in a little huddle.

“They’re looking for the photographer,” Mika explains, having heard a bit of the conversation.

You get up quickly and stand a little straighter. “I’m the photographer,” you announce, and immediately regret it.

Their heads all turn at once to look at you and it’s only a little unnerving but one of the heads turns out to be Kei Tsukishima and you think your jaw might have decided to glue itself to the floor in response. You realize, now, that perhaps you should have asked him to elaborate about his career. You allow yourself a split second of shock before wiping the expression and walking up to them.

You ask, very politely and not at all like you have weird tension with one of these men, what the issue is. It’s Tsukishima that addresses you, in a short, clipped tone.

“They want the color scheme changed.”

And you gape. “What, why?” you ask, completely forgetting your resolve to ignore him. “We’re finished shooting, they would have told us this beforehand - the whole thing?”

Tsukishima looks unbothered, mostly. “Didn’t reach in time, I guess.”

Part of you wants to strangle him, another part wants to strangle the client, but it’s all fine and well. The photographer’s assistant (who you haven’t talked with, in favor of doing most of the work yourself - you aren’t even sure why he was hired) cracks a joke about checking your schedule and it only serves to piss you off even more. It seems to show on your face though, and - Jun, you think - looks a little sheepish at having joked about it in the first place.

He comes up to you a moment later, after you’ve wandered back towards the set.

“I haven’t done much,” he starts in a low, nervous tone, “I feel sorta bad.” You’re unsure about where the hell he’s going with this but he only grows more nervous and it looks like it’s taking physical exertion from him:

“We could go out for drinks after. On me.”

A little voice in you wants to ask, shamelessly, if he means a date. You’re co-workers, though, and that would cross the line of professionalism, just a bit, but he keeps talking and you realize your chance to ask has probably passed.

The models, besides Mika, have long gone - and it’ll only be four or five people including yourself. It doesn’t sound so bad. And he’s offering to pay. The messenger bag is barely over your shoulder before you reply, “Okay.”

-

The bar is about as well lit as an 8pm bar should be, lights in pale yellows that, for a moment, remind you of the set. You drink, bitterly.

Everyone is loose with the alcohol and atmosphere, movements and dialogue easy. Jun, funnily enough, is the first to go - absolutely plastered and claiming otherwise. One of the production managers calls him an Uber and excuses himself as well.

Mika leaves after accidentally oversharing. The most your brain could comprehend from that spiel, drunken or not, came in the form of ‘oh’s and ‘ah’s. She makes an excuse for herself too, clearly not having expected to divulge so much.

You’re tipsy at most, having been careful with your drinks and generally reserved to keeping polite conversation. That, or it hasn’t hit you yet. (At least your tolerance is higher than Jun’s.)

Eventually, it dawns on you that you and Tsukishima are the only ones left. You haven’t noticed how much he’d drank, having spent half the night trying not to look at him. You talk to him with a warbled sort of exhaustion. Conversation seems filmy and vague and you’re not bothered by that weird date-thing anymore. You’re sure it’ll come back to you at some point, just not now.

“God, starlight,” he says, and it isn’t as much of a slur as it is a slant, because as soon as it leaves his mouth he seems to realize it. “Out of all the people who could’ve been working that set….”

He chuckles mirthlessly, but you’re frozen in your seat because the nickname falls from his lips with such ease. It is, at once, unerring and much more sobering than it has any right to be.

The rest of the bar is suddenly oceans away. “What gives you any right to call me that again?” you ask, except it comes out in a mangled, jarring breath. The familiarity of it all hits you again just thinking about it, like constellations traced across your shoulder and the warmth of a bed that isn’t yours. “M’not taking any of this starlight bullshit after the stunt you pulled.”

Tsukishima furrows his eyebrows in a semblance of anger. It comes off more like dazed confusion, but it gets the point across. “That I pulled? That was a mutual… pulling. You left me on a bench after giving me mixed signals for two hours.”

“You’re hot, okay? What the hell was I supposed to do?” You’re not thinking very hard about these responses - you’re mostly on autopilot, watching the way his fist tightens and loosens, the way he crosses his arms. Arms that spent hours snaked around you, swaying along to music so low it made it seem like you were the only two in the world who could hear.

“Thanks,” he replies bluntly.

You think about replying for a second, think about the way he’d flick your forehead, enough to calm your skin but never your heart. And then, eloquently: “Fuck off.”

You sit in silence.

It’s in the instant that you’re coming up with an excuse to leave that you hear him, quiet and somber as if you weren’t supposed to hear it at all. “I still…” Tsukishima glances at the table in front of him, fingertips gliding over glossy wood.

“Loved you,” he finishes, lamely. “Love you. Past tense. I don’t know.”  

You’re watching him unravel like this, face flushed and pointedly avoiding your gaze. Except suddenly it’s like the crack of lightning, breakneck and furious and long overdue. “Fucking what?”

“Huh?” Tsukishima raises his head.

“The hell did you dump me for, then?” Your voice comes out a little more shrill than you’d meant, a little louder and a little more brash. So be it. He looks lost for words, foggy with drink and unresolved emotion, probably.

He isn’t answering, so you prod again. “Why did you dump me if you still fucking loved me? Why is this coming out now? Motherfucker, I still loved you!”

He stares numbly, hazily. “I didn’t want to deal with it.”

You want to smack the glasses off his face.

“So what, you dealt with me for 3 years and got tired of it?”

“You know that’s not what happened.”

“You could’ve fucking talked to me. Could’ve lied to my face instead of just walking out that fucking door without an explanation. Kei.”

The look on his face is desperate, disdainful. He doesn’t want to have this conversation but goddamn are you going to force it out of him.

He glances at the other bar patrons. “Can we talk about this? Outside?”

Which is how you find yourself in Kei Tsukishima’s passenger seat at 11pm on a weekday, screaming enough profanities to scare your grandmother into an early grave.

When it’s all out of your system, the only dredges left are of simmering regret. There is no anger left to give and only the hollow, mournful feeling that you’d spent so long trying to internalize. You remember contentedness and routine being ripped out from under your feet, kicking and thrashing as it was overtaken by shame. Shame and distress and the sharpest edges of remorse - of thinking that maybe - maybe Tsuki wouldn’t have left if you had been a little more careful. That somehow, despite everything, maybe you could have convinced him to stay.

His eyes are a miserable amber under parking lot lights and maybe yours are a little watery, but he takes the silence as a cue to talk.

And god, does he talk - staring holes into his hands as he does, never once meeting your eyes - about his fears, about letting you slip through his fingers and watching you go. “Because I saw forever with you,” he says, quiet and prayerful. “I thought I saw forever and I wanted it so badly, I ran when I thought it wouldn’t come.”

Like sand in an hourglass, watching grain by grain slip past the point of return and thinking that maybe there wasn’t going to be a forever - and if it ended, it would be on his own terms, running to put effort into everything that wasn’t you, shameful and laden with guilt. His hand is barely shaking in his lap and against it all, you want to take it in yours. It takes a special, sobering kind of talking down to restrain the urge.

And then, wonder of wonders, he apologizes.

Tsuki apologizes, only just managing to meet your eyes, nervous and different and new. For the misunderstandings and the endless fear and the regret of not having realized it sooner. You laugh, a wet and broken thing, and apologize too. It’s barely midnight and you’re still in the parking lot but the buoyant, hopeful feeling in your chest tells you that there are only two people in the world right now; only two that matter.

-

You wake up in a hotel bed.

It takes you about two seconds to absolutely lose your shit before realizing you’re still dressed and by that fact, nothing eventful happened. Kei sits next to you, scrolling idly on his phone and it hits you all at once - how content you feel, sitting quietly with him - keeping watch as the sun kisses his hair into shining ivory, glasses glinting in the light.

You feel as if heavy wires of tension have been removed from your limbs. They aren’t so leaden anymore but lighter and easier. Kei glances at you.

“Morning.”

You blink at him. “How the fuck did we get here?” and then, belatedly, “G’morning.”

He chuckles lightly and you consider, momentarily, that this is all a dream. Much too idyllic for your taste, but he explains that it was the most convenient option after a long crying session because you were in no state to drive and it was right there, anyway, and he had the money. He sounds a little sheepish by the end, but it’s all the more endearing. None of this makes sense, anyway.

You order room service - not breakfast, he has a habit of saying ‘good morning’ during odd hours of the afternoon. (A part of you wants to ask where he picked it up, and the other already knows the answer.) And talk all the while, same as before. You feel very grown up sitting with him like this, talking over bagels and tea having hashed everything out in a half-drunken therapy session the night before.

Part of it is so, so familiar. The way he doesn’t quite grin when he’s trying to hide it - the corners of his mouth turn up in an almost-smile and his eyes light with mirth. Another is new - two adults who happen to know each other, talking about everything and nothing at all. It feels a bit like a first date and it fills you with something rare and electric.

He has to drop you off at the bar again, walking you to your car and cracking a joke about the absurdity of it all. It’s about as awkward as it sounds on paper, but it’s perfect and good and you look up at him with new eyes. You’re opening the car door when Kei calls for you in a rushed, harried tone.

“Go out with me,” he says, halfway across the parking lot. “It doesn’t have to be with forever in mind but I’d like a second chance. If you’re willing to take a second chance.”

“Not forever?” you ask, and it’s supposed to come out joking. You take a few steps closer and watch as he does, too.

“Focus on what’s happening now. No running away from what I think the future holds.”

“Sounds good. Sounds solid.”

“Yeah. Good.”

A beat of silence. You’re closer than you were a second ago; you can see the smudge on the edge of his lens where you jokingly smacked him earlier. Your heart does a funny, acrobatic sort of thing.

His mouth opens, a sentence starts and ends. He tries again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What? Ye- mmph.”

He tastes like 2pm breakfast food and black tea with too much lemon in and you melt like sugar in the rain. He kisses like home, warm and comfortable and easy. It makes you think that no matter how much has changed - how much you’ve grown - there’s a distinctness in Kei Tsukishima that will always feel familiar. Home after a lifetime away, coming up for air after hours underwater. Maybe it’ll always be like that with him, no matter how much time goes by.

You can’t wait to find out.

[elusivemp3]

tagged by @vlindervin7 to expose my first ten songs in my on repeat playlist on spotify! Thank u for tagging me & giving me the chance to overshare :) 

1. Erase me - Lizzy McAlpine, Jacob Collier

2. Sober II (Melodrama) - Lorde

3. Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye, Kimbra

4. The Less I Know The Better - Tame Impala

5. Juice - Lizzo

6. Little Talks - Of Monsters And Man

7. Brother - Kodaline

8. I Like It - Cardi B, Bad Bunny, J. Balvin

9. Silhouette - Aquilo

10. Truth Hurst - Lizzo

And i’m tagging @noxclara, @slutforfruit and anyone else who wants to do this!! (as usual, feel free to ignore this)

[melody-ofstars]

OKAY HERE GOES NOTHING (ALSO DW I WONT ASK U IF SOMEONE LAYING ON U WILL RESULT IN SUFFOCATION NO MATTER HOW IMPORTANT THAT CONCERN WAS)

bnha! okay so u prettyyy much know all this but I'll do it for the sake of something idk

15, she/they (demigirl) andddd i like all genders i don't discriminate :D also I'm ace and u already know that

anyways my personalityyyyyyyyty

AAA okayyy so i tried to do a personality 180 a few days back irdk who i am anymore ;-; but but but I'll still try because ily

I'll say I'm an extrovert?? but i also cant make the first move in friendships because im just awkward like that! i need someone to introduce me to people or for them to approach me to befriend em! anyways! i like to think im funny! ah i forgot THE MAIN THING!! im dirty minded as fuck 😭😭 except im ace and it makes no sense to people! but yk that already did i really need to mention that? also I'll fuck my sleep schedule up for my friends because im just like that!

as for what i likeee,,, i like listening to Musicccc!!! my music only stops when im studying and need to concentrate so there's thatt! also i like analysing song lyrics!!! and poemss!! oh and I like green tea (without lemon because lemon makes it taste so bad ughhhh)

as for what i dislike I'll say i hateee my anger issues cuz like anger gives me anxiety but i also got anger issues ;-; also i hate the hate because hate is sooo pointless i mean why hate when u can just sleepp???? (just gonna pretend i dont hate people sometimes,,,, im working on it 😭😭😭)

im not loved enough to realise dafuq my love languagee issss but I'll say i like hugs!!!

idk if i overshared or undershared but this is this have fun doing ur writer magic and if u overwork urself im gonna fucking kill u :D

I won't overwork myself broski, don't worry about it and uh stay hydrated you lemur.

I match you with...

☽︎ Mineta Minoru ☾︎ (you should know better than to interrupt me writing cute moments with your reality)

HAHAHAHAHHAAH PRANKED YOU!!! THAT WAS A FAKE.MATCH BUT ANYWAY, YOU REALLY INTERRUPTED A REALLY CUTE IMAGINATION OF MINE WITH YOUR STUPIDNESS, anyway

I match you with...

☽︎ Ashido Mina ☾︎

Yup, broski she is the perfect match for you and you better not ruin your chances with her because of your technicality, or I will pair you with eyeless potato.

So we all know that Mina is a QUEEN and she needs a peasant, which is you. Just kidding, but yeah Mina is a queen and you are supposed to make sure she knows it!

She is amazing and cheerful and the person who would definitely approach first, ending your problem of having to make the first move.

She respects you for being an ace and will definitely try her best to make you comfortable and will never force you to do anything.

You both are very similar like, you both have outgoing nature you both have a dirty mind (according to me, Mina does have a dirty mind) and joke around together, you both love making friends and you both would do anything for your friends, hence you two are pretty compatible.

I just know that Mina will make green tea for you whenever you are sad or tired or whenever you need to be calm, she will make green tea for you because she cares and she is a QUEEN.

She LOVES HUGS, yeah, she loves to hug people and you can't fight me, and you like hugs too so, you know... A person who likes to hug + Person who likes to be hugged= LOTS OF HUGS

You both love to cuddle and watch sappy movies together while you both are crying and making fun of it at the same time.

She makes sure to keep you away from angry people knowing that they scare you, (I am looking at you Katsu.)

You losten to new songs and when you like any of the lyrics or they remind you of her, you send it to her immediately and save it in your notes, because it might be handy later.

You keep comparing Mina to the lyrics of any song you hear, because frankly she is pretty much a person who poole would write a song about.

I think that she sometimes get insecure about her appearance but you never let her feel that way for long, you always tell her that she is beautiful from inside and out and that you love her eyes, hair, and skin

You sighed as you watched Mina goofing around with Jiro and Hagakure.

It has been year since you realised that you had feelings for her... Your Best Friend...

If it was in your hands, you would have gotten rid of these feelings a long while ago but unfortunately, it wasn't, so here you were... Stuck in a situation that had no solution except for waiting and burying it deep inside.

You remembered the first time you had felt this way about her, it wasn't all of a sudden but rather slowly and gradually,

It was because of her making sure that nobody around you was aggressive, her being there for you when you needed her, no matter what time. Her being there, her laughing at the jokes that you made that weren't even funny. Her knowing everything about you and making sure that you are included, her being there for you during the panic attacks...

Her bringing extra pair of globes and caps because you always seemed to lose them times when you both played weird video games together, laughing and screaming at the fun and horror ones... And when you both hung out on the beach during sunsets and having snowball fights, making snowmen...

All these little things slowly added up and it was then when she held your hand to take you towards something that she liked, that you realized that you had fallen completely and utterly for her...

So now you were here, back in the room with Mina, Jirou and Hagakure by your side, who were constantly laughing and watching the movie, cuddled in together.

It was a beautiful weather, it was snowing outside and you all were huddled together in a few blankets with coffee and pastries.

"You know what!? This movie is boring me... Let's go for a walk and from there we can part ways!!" Mina suggested,

You all agreed with her and decided to head out, wearing your coats and jackets.

Shortly after you left the place, it began snowing and it was beautiful. The whole place was covered with a beautiful white layer, and the decorations for christmas were already beginning to start.

"Aahh y/n look!! It looks so great!!" Mina said as she excitedly jumped around, looking at the lights.

You did not hear her as you were busy watching her,

"Y/n chan??" She asked,

"Oh right, it is beautiful..." You replied, and she smiled,

You looked down at your hands that were freezing because you had forgotten your gloves, yet again.

"I knew it." Mina exclaimed as she looked through her bag, trying to find something.

She then handed you a pair of gloves with a smile on her face.

"Y/n chan, you always forget..." She said, a small smile etched on her face.

"Sorry..." You replied, not looking at her.

"It's oka—" She was saying when Jiro's voice interrupted,

"Y/n chan? Can you help with this?" She asked, buying hot chocolate from the vendor.

"Are you ever gonna tell her?" She asked as you walked upto her.

"Huh?"

"Oh you know what I mean..."

"No..."

"When are you confessing your feelings for her??" She finally asked,

"What feelings?" You asked back,

"Y/n chan, I love you and all but sometimes I really want to pull my hair and run away." She said,

"I don't, I can't... I don't want to ruin our friendship..." You said and took the hot chocolate from the vendor.

"Are you planning to like her from the shadow always?" She asked,

"No but... I don't wanna make things awkward between us or do anything that can jeopardize our friendship..."

"Y/n chan, this is Mina we are talking about here... She won't let things get awkward or in the way of your friendship." Jiro reassured,

You took a deep breath, nodding at her words, she was right, it is Mina that you are talking about...

You smiled at Jiro and took one hot chocolate for Mina, who was busy kicking stones.

"Mina chan, here." You said, handing her the cup.

"This smells so good!!" She exclaimed, taking a quick sip and burning her tongue.

"Be careful." You warned, taking a sip of yours.

"Y/n chan, what— Oh my god!! It's snowing!!!" She excitedly said, as she looked around her.

It was indeed snowing, the dirty layer of snow was slowly getting covered by the fresh and soft snow that was falling,

"Oh my god, Y/n chan!! It's snowflakes!!!" Mina yelled as she closely examined a flake on her glove.

You looked up towards the sky, with your hands outstretched and a smile on your face. Snowflakes were one of the many reasons why you loved winter,

"Y/n chan... You look so happy and beautiful..." Mina said,

You smiled at her and thanked her.

"Actually, there's something I need to tell you..." She quickly said and you started feeling scared...

"Everything okay, Mina chan?" You asked her worriedly as you discarded the empty cups in the dustbin.

"Oh yeah... Its just that... I like you" she said, looking away.

"I like you too Mina chan..." You said,

"No, not as a friend..." She mumbled, looking down at her hands.

Your heart started fluttering in your chest, you were speechless, this was certainly like a dream come true for you. The girl you liked, liked you back...

"Mina chan..." You whispered,

"No, it's okay! It's completely fine if you don't like me like that! No problem!" She said, her hands clamped together nervously,

You smiled, taking a step towards her and unclamping her hands to take them in yours.

"Mina, I like you too, I have for quite a ling time now..." You said, looking at her hands and then up at her.

She stared at you, lips parted and her eyes wide and glistening from the reflection of the snow.

"Really?" She asked you,

"Yeah," you answered with a smile.

She blushed and looked down, the ever so energetic Mina was now just standing there, her hands in yours as you looked at her with a smile.

She then smiled brightly as she looked up, leaning in and pecking your cheek.

You laughed and pulled her into a hug, and she hugged you back as the snow fell around you on the beautiful winter night, while your friends cheered from the side, happy that you both finally confessed.

[gerrydelano]

lonely depot ask dump! i’m also putting the old ones in here to keep it contained and in one place + say thank you as it’s due without spamming the situation any more. if you sent me an ask about it and i didn’t respond, it’s in here!

i’m trying to take it easy this weekend and not dwell on it, i’m gonna put my laptop away after i get this squared, i took a good painkiller and i’m super sleepy so pbthth gonna just. rest. because i sure didn’t sit yesterday at all at work.

some of the new ones i got a little tangential oops sorry jHBKNM i’m just! keeping this all in this post from now on, is all.

starting with old ones in chrono order:

anon: Hey, I'm sorry so much shit has happened and been done to you. That sucks. I hope things improve soon, but until then we're here and we dont mind listening. I'm glad ren is there to support you.

thanks, man, i'll be okay! sometimes you just gotta bitch about it all at once when you get reminded haha. i want to try oversharing less on here in the future, i'm just a little shocked at the job thing right this minute, but i'll figure it out! i'm glad ren is here, too; would definitely be very lost without them. i appreciate the kindness, thank you 🧡

anon: I’m really sorry if this is intruding but just. *virtual hugs*

no worries! hugging you back like we are football bros who just won a big game

anon: Fuck him up Ron

will do 💪🤪

anon: so like idk what's going on w your boss but fuck them honestly

oh yeah this isn't going to end quietly

anon: damn, what a complete asshole that guy is. All the best of luck in dealing with that situation 😔

thank you, i'll be fine! my mom is angry so you know what that means :'-)

if there is any time to pull the dragon lady trope regarding my own mother it is now because Yeah. i can at least trust her to be thorough and so very angry and Not let it lie.

anon: Fuck 👏🏻 him 👏🏻 up 👏🏻 Ron! 👏🏻

i wish i hadn't asked him to clarify because it gave him a chance to cover his behind but mike even said it read to him as me being fired before we even spoke, so. when we talk on monday that'll be fun!!!! it's my mom he has to worry about LOL

AND NOW NEW ASKS

anon: Cheers dude rant all you want, fuck ya boss, hope it works out for you - also report that shit, depending on where ya at it can all be anonymous - Im so drunk btw please ignore me if you want 🥰 have a good dayy

this is so cute pbthhth thank you, it’s gonna be okay! one way or another. i don’t think i can do anything anonymously at this point here but i’m not handling this alone and something is going to get done at least, i’m sure. i hope you had a good night + are feeling okay today!

anon: i definitely understand how u feel. as a disabled person it really feels like jobs and school are just not made for us. i hope ur able to do something abt ur awful boss and im so sorry ur going through all this

yeah, you’re right, they’re not made for us. they’re made for abled people who can fit the capitalist mold better without as much “complaint” or effort. they literally were trying to act like i had to disclose my whole ass disability from the time of hiring like. 

no? you realize that’s literally Not my obligation, specifically Because people will discriminate against that and find an excuse not to hire disabled people at all? i Shouldn’t do that? and yet tbh i did anyway? to be candid about my capabilities???? and? hello?

it’s all rigged it’s all jammed it’s all on purpose they have Practice bulldozing people they do it all the time they strategically word things and go to further lengths to silence and rob us than they would even have to in order to just make the workplace accessible it’s Literally Evil. 

i’m sorry you’ve clearly faced this kind of thing, too, and i hope that you’re doing better/find better opportunities that treat you the way you deserve to be treated. 

i’ll be fine! i think we’ll be able to do something, even if it’s just... getting to give him a piece of my mind lmao hearing my mom yell at him would be just dandy. telling him he’s a manipulative, lying c*cksleeve would be very satisfying but i’d wait till i had No Tie to the place first lmao.

anon: <3 I'm sorry your dealing with all this shit, *fuck* your boss and the gm and all this shit, best of luck on throwing them to the wolves like they deserve

<3 it’ll turn out alright somehow! but yeah honestly FUCK them both tbh i have no words at this point? not even anger, just. it’s a hell of a betrayal to be spoken about the way he wrote about me in that e-mail and i’m shocked he would turn on me so fast, and for nothing. 

my mom has said some choice shit on fb messenger and it’s so funny like she wanted to fucking vague him (because he’s friends with us both on fb!!!! LOL) and literally make posts about going to the dept of labour and whatever and I had to tell her NO jhbKJNKJn but it’s like, just nice to see she has anger on my behalf ig. like

“Don't worry, we will go to EVERY agency necessary to fuck them up or close them down.  I told [my sister].... she wants to go there.  Even [boyfriend] said they are fucked up.” 

my boss told me once that “some snobby girl” came in and was SO nasty to him when she was looking for me and i wasn’t there so she THREW a pile of coupons on the counter and stormed out and i’m like. what. that’s my sister? and i asked her about it and she was horrified like... that’s not how she behaves in fucking public. like. he’s a chronic liar even when it’s so pointless! there’s no need to lie!!!! about that! about my family? you don’t even know her? hello?

this is my fave tho from my mom’s one DM i have to share this it’s so fucking funnyjhbgfrkfnkenf

like... i dunno! i feel safe with people on my side for probably the first time in my life, enough that i can have a laugh about what’s going on. so i’m really okay. and i trust my mom to help me do something about it, so fingers crossed that the wolves eat pretty fucking well come next week lol.

again - pasting this from another deleted post - thank you guys for tolerating all those posts. i know that isn't what anyone is here for and i'll clean it up later/tomorrow, but the advice i've gotten has helped me immensely so i appreciate the opportunity to talk about it and figure out my next move with some help. i really can't do this kind of thing alone considering my history and health so like. it does mean a lot to get some perspective.

i’m leaving the bigger posts i made about it up (but putting under cuts too, to keep them small) just to preserve the timestamps for when i made them and any advice i might’ve received in the replies. archiving, etc.

so! i’m not going to let it go in terms of giving up, but i’m also not going to waste my weekend stressing over it. just gonna wait until monday to see what happens when we talk and go from there. because unlike this clown, i actually have some self control and keep my word! who knew how easy it was to just do that.

EDIT 8/24/2020:

anon:  *hugs* what's happening to you is fucked up dude, you are absolutely valid in feeling the way you do, I hope your IRL friends with more legal knowledge give you the advice you need. Know that your internet fans are cheering you on!

thanks! i actually have no IRL friends save for ren who moved up here to live with me after a long internet friendship so i'm relying pretty much solely on internet pals and my mom kdjdkdjd the call did not go well because HR was actually like more or less nice (though she did say "i can promise you this is not a discriminatory company we always want to help" which was hilarious and so i had to say oh yeah i believe you, but these two chucklefucks don't seem to feel the same way about upholding those policies.) and so i might get screwed into quitting because she might actually try to get me the accommodation, even though now the issue is less me begging for that and more me reporting them for this treatment.

now i'm being asked to call HR again hm!

update: it went well enough that she told me to stay home for the week and she’s going to pay me for it so that’s very nice but who knows what’ll happen now. gonna end up consolidating all my posts and replies into one of the previous posts just to keep it all there i guess!

[ultrahamilham]

You tagged me in a thing and I had a stroke, bless you

I get all Pikachu meme whenever I see you in my dash and you've referred to me and acknowledged my existence because it is literally the best thing ever, I have a mini stroke every time

Three ships: Jamilton, Jamilams and Jamilmads (would've said lams but then it just sounds like I'm saying the same ship in three different ways lol)

Last song: Uhh, I don't listen to music much, but Ultimately by Khai dreams

Last movie: The Hunchback of Notre dame

Currently craving: Sushi, oddly enough (I haven't had it in about nine years but still, want)

Currently reading: The Da Vinci code, and about five different fanfictions

About a very late answer to your question (My family has COVID, which is shocking to hear, or so I'm told, but they're recovering and they fortunately had a mild case and no one has any history of disease so they're going to be okay! That's what the doctor said and I'm praying), Taco hell made me laugh really hard when I read it and really lifted my spirits because I remember being in not a great place when I started it but it made me smile which was like, a thing for me, and don't judge me but I think The three way was probably my favourite and I don't want to think about what that says about me but it was really because I love works that are that long (around 50k is always my sweet spot). I'm not sure if I'm remembering right and I'm so so sorry if I'm getting the title song wrong but that one Jamilton fic with uh, Gucci and fendi in the title was really fun to read ;-;

I also remeber the first work of yours I ever read was this comfort Whamilton around 1.5 or 2k where it starts raining and Alexander is on edge but George comforts him- Okay, I'm ranting now, apologies. ;-; (idk You're super cool and I want to talk to you like, normally, but you'll hateee me and I don't want that and so here)

I never really get a chance to respond as soon as I'd like, BUT I never get to and if you don't want to know/care about my life- please skip to the next paragraph thank you. So, I did end up watching Snowpiercer! I watched all ten episodes in one day which is iffy to say the least, but I'm still alive! I did love it. And I've been alright- a bit anxious with everything, but I've been giving my tests and uni and stuff. Yesterday, I was about to go to the vet when u realised about two minutes into the ride that I forgot my dog so that was embarrassing. Almost competing with the time I dropped my phone and then followed it, dropping to my knees and immediately bursting into tears (Nothing even happened to my phone!). So if you read this, thank you again.

I wanted to ask how you were doing too! If you don't mind xxx

And as for the fanfic writer asks, would you mind answering 50 ;-;

Wgjfvqkcwkh also I heard about you and Henni getting married so CONGRATULATIONS that is the most amazing, sweetest thing and in honestly so f*cking happy for both of you. I audibly awwed when I saw that post and I can't believe I just remembered.

I'm so sorry this got out of hand with how long it is, I didn't mean for it to be ;-;

-shy anon, sincerely apologising for possibly ruining your day by oversharing and/or overstepping (also with love and congratulations for you and her)

I get the surprised pikachu face whenever you show up in my ask box ;-; It always makes me happy!!!

Okay but sushi is always good. The craving comes randomly for me as well. I didn’t crave it at all when I used to make it for a living, because I got so tired of it, but now I crave it every once in a while lol it’s really good ;-;

I really hope everyone is doing okay! COVID is scary and it’s no joke. Having it before was horrible for me and I would never wish it on anyone. I hope everyone including you is okay ;-;

I’m glad Taco Hell did what I was meaning for it to do! It’s meant to be lighthearted and make people laugh. It’s based off of my life and it’s actual situations I end up in all the time. It’s quite amusing lol

I would never judge you. The Three Way is literally the one fic I am most proud of. I could never judge you. I literally go back and read it every once in a while and go like “I made that... Holy fuck...”

Oh! Gucci Not Fendi is the title. I’m glad you liked it!!!

Rant all you want! I adore that Whamilton fic ;-;

Seriously, my dear, I can promise you that I won’t hate you at all. Believe me, I really won’t. I’m probably the most awkward and annoying person anyone will ever know and I overshare like everything. People know more about me than they really should.. Lol

I care about your life, I was the one that asked you to tell me! But honestly, snowpiercer was soooo good... Like I tried to binge it all in one day but I was trying to write as well and it didn’t go over well lmao, snowpiercer ended up winning! I’m really glad you watched it!!!

That whole forgetting your dog thing is a mood. Today I forgot to turn on the food heaters and I realized it right before it was too late. Almost lost $200 worth of meat... Oops... Lmao

I do that with my phone if I drop it even if it’s okay. I just freak the fuck out and cry before I know if there really is an issue

Also I’m doing good! I decided to just lay back and relax tonight so I’m having a few drinks and I’m gonna watch random shit lol I was up for 33 hours the night before last and slept for 15 hours after. I can’t recommend doing that, especially not when you’re like 24. I’m too old for that shit.

Hell yeah I can do 50! I will give you a sneak peak at the 3rd part of the three way... .-. It will be posted on Oct 19th!!!

Here it is. This is seriously NSFW lol:

Alexander looked down at Thomas and ran the fingers of his free hand through Thomas' hair. He licked his lips as he watched Thomas work his tongue expertly inside George. "You're such a good boy Thomas, you're already wrecking him." He purred. 

Thomas let out a low moan and kept up the work, getting a little more aggressive. Alexander could feel himself getting hard in his pants at the sight coupled with George's shameless moans. Alexander looked back at George's face and grinned a bit. "Are you proud of us, Daddy?" He asked. 

George pressed his forehead against the headrest and panted as Thomas wrecked him. He tried to push back against Thomas to no avail. "Fuck… Y-yes… Yes you two did so good… Please… Please do as you wish… Whatever you choose, do it… I will take whatever you give me, you de-deserve it…" George bit out desperately.

Alexander grinned in delight at that. He looked at Thomas who looked just as excited from what George just said. He then touched Thomas' shoulder. "Alright, that's enough babe. I'm going to stretch him, then we can give him a good spanking. Why don't you undress for me? I have a little treat for you." He purred.  -END of the preview.

Thank you so much! We are so freaking happy that it’s happening. We were planning it more today! It’s so amazing ugh.

I appreciate it all the same! It’s not too long for me at all!! Don’t you worry my dear <3 you didn’t overstep at all!