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yuukei-yikes · 1 year ago

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idk if you've posted about this b4 but do you have like any first kiss scenarios for your kagepro ships? like i absolutely know you def have one for hrtk but any others?

surprisingly i dont?? but i love making shit up so let's goooo. ill do shinaya setomary kidomomo harutaka kanoshin cuzzzz i like them

i mean it could go a million ways. also its embarrassing to write it down it's much easier to draw this kinda thing heh.. erm erm ill try to come up with something *massages brain*

surprisingly the most clear to me is shinaya??? they'd go so long without kissing it gets to a point it will NOT happen on its own so they HAVE to be like erm so are we gonna kiss or what <- ayano obviously. she will ask him. its very difficult for her Ok. and then a horrible disaster kiss.would take place i believe. i just think they'd have a funny first kiss where their teeth bump and its painful. or they make a stupid ass fish face with all their cheeks puffed up. yknow. and sorry if i may get gross for a second but if they attempt to makeout its a disaster. can u imagine that. both go into it with their mouths wide open and tongue OUT. sorry that's gross its just so fucking funny to me. like they'd be so BAD at it.

setomary dont ever kiss and if they do its little pecks while saying mmmmmwah out loud. i know so! for a first kiss it'd be an accident. one of them aimed for the cheek and the other turned around. then they teehee about it and kiss for reals

KIDOMOMO i feel like. they'd have the most conventional situation of all. like they'd have a first date kiss at the end of it momo pops her foot up. boom first kiss. I think it'd be something like kido sort of wants to take the lead (leader DUUUH) but momo is so straightforward, it was her who asked them out, planned the date, reached out to holds hands etc etc. so by the end of the date kido is so defeated. they take momo home but all of a sudden momo acts shy when they're saying bye bc dammit. she's just a girl in the world. kidos like itd be so easy to pretend i dont see it and just go home but i MUST BE BRAVE💥 and kisses her :3 :3 :3 sorry this is so cheesy but its so cute... can u envision what i am putting down.... auugghhh kidomomo is rly cute like theyre literally puppy love

UMMMM kanoshin...... kanoshin happens in a delusional situation for them both like they walk out of it not knowing what just happened. it's definitely kano's fault. probably trying to tease or annoy shintaro taken too far.

and for harutaka MANNN its funny u said i absolutely must have something thought but idk? i imagine something rly simple like they're talking and since they're super cringe they talk all up on each others faces and then they go for it. idk. they kiss like a day after confessing or something . or an hour later. dude idk

while confessing is kinda important to harutaka since its a whole thing for them like Haruka i love youuuuu Takane i wanna see youuuuuu like i get it guys. u wanna talk. however i do also kinda like the idea they kiss before confessing. idk i just like it. like they just go for it💥💥💥 YOU KNOW WHATS COOL FOR HARUTAKA TOO excitedly kissing and THEN realising they just kissed. wait see this is my problem with them i just like way too many scenarios They are everything 2 me

anyways. yep. let me know if u have any ultra scepecific scenarios for these ships i like hearing abt them they're cute🙏🙏🙏

#ask tag #shinaya #kidomomo #setomary #harutaka #kanoshin #headcanons #mekadan

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honney-pies · 1 year ago

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Ma Cherie will be posted September 15th

omg hey guys, so this week was like the worst thing ever, but it's fine. I'm currently at war with this high schooler since he decided to run a red light directly into the side of my car <3

anyway, because of this i haven't been able to apply that much time on writing. luckily i should be done this friday and it going to be a relatively long chapter. right now i'm about a quarter of the way done and i've written 6.8k which is a lot more than anything i've previously done, but because of this i am posting a teaser for the chapter underneath this! i hope you enjoy, muah!!!!

OH - side note - i also spent time rewriting parts of 'birthday girl' to help it make a little more sense!!!

Teaser for chapter three : what once was

Paring: Inuokku/F! reader

length: 1.02k

─── ⋆⋅ October 2017 ⋅⋆ ───

When the exchange event came to its conclusion, (Y/N) hadn’t been as amazing as she had hoped. She didn’t make it to the final round of the one-on-one fights, and she made many mistakes in the group battle. She wished she could have done more, fought more.

She got too ahead of herself and nearly passed out from blood loss. Yuuta had to carry her around for that last part of the group battle, which she was still incredibly embarrassed about. However he assured her many times he didn’t mind it. She had gotten an earful from Yaga and Satoru, Maki had smacked her in the back of the head, Shoko had looked at her endlessly, but kept her thoughts to herself (not before staring at her in a way that made her feel even more embarrassed than she already was), and somehow Nanami even found out and sent her a wall of text telling her not to act that recklessly again. Inumaki had signed so fast she could barely keep up, and she felt awful for making him worry that much. He had sat next to her until Shoko allowed her to leave.

“Try not to pull a stunt like that again, (Y/N). Too much paperwork.” (Y/N) smiled softly, knowing that she was trying to show her concern without outrightly stating it.

“I’ll try not to, Sho-nee.” Shoko nodded and shooed her away the second she got a text from Utahime.

When they went outside, (Y/N) felt her phone buzz in her pocket

‘Incoming call from edgelord supreme’

“Oh, ‘gumi wh-”

“What did you do?” (Y/N) paused for a moment. What did I do?

“... huh?” she heard a long sigh on the other end

“Gojo sent me a text saying you wouldn’t be able to get me from school and you’re practically never late.”

“Aw, were you worried about me?” She smiled.

“Nee-san.” She laughed at the huff he let out.

“Ah, um, well I needed to see Shoko. During the event, I pushed myself pretty hard and so I had to stay in the office for a while. But I’m better now!” She looked at Inumaki who showed her the time.

“It’s pretty late, did you just get home?”

“...No.” (Y/N) let out a sigh.

“Were you bullying kids again?”

“It’s not bullying if they start it, plus you’re the one who told me that bullying works.” She rolled her eyes.

“I said that ‘cause you’d pour ranch, ranch, all over your fries and then wipe your fingers on your shirt. It was gross, and now you don’t use your shirt as a napkin.” Inumaki was laughing quietly next to her as the two continued walking to their respective dorms.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, ‘gumi. Nothing I haven’t done before. You had a test today right? How was it?”

“It was fine, I guess. Boring.” She looked around and noticed that Noritoshi was waiting for her on a bench just outside the dorms.

“Hey, ‘gumi, I gotta go, but I’ll call you back later okay?” He stopped his tangent about this one girl who wouldn’t stop trying to cheat and said okay.

“Can you facetime so I can see the ‘hottie’ you were talking about earlier?”

“Which one?”

“Black hair guy.”

“Oh, Okkotsu. No, he’s in the infirmary right now, but we’ll call you back okay? We’ll introduce you to him soon.”

“Hi, Inumaki-san. Bye, Inumaki-san.” (Y/N) chuckled before hanging up.

“Toge, you head back first. I’ll be there in a sec.” He nodded, but not before giving her hand a squeeze. (Y/N) made her way over to her brother and sat down next to him.

“What you did today was reckless.” She groaned.

“Not you too.” He looked over at her, the tiniest traces of a smile on his lips.

“Yes, me too.”

“It’s nothing either of us haven’t done before. I don’t know why everyone is acting as if there won’t be days where I’ll be put in a worse situation.” He sighed and looked at her.

“We all know that being a shaman comes with its occupational hazards, but that doesn’t change how -how idiotic you were acting. You were actively drawing blood out of your body and trying to control it with no medium to ease that burden. That’s dangerous! I know that we all will have to put our lives on the line a million times over for this lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean one should seek out death. There is a difference between risking death to win and being willing to die.” She peeked over at him and saw the furrowed brows, his worry lines creased.

“You sound like my dad.”

“Well Gojo-san is right.” She looks at him with wide eyes before bursting at the seams and letting out a loud laugh.

“I wasn’t talking about Toru, to be specific, I meant in general.” He glanced towards her and frowned.

“He adopted you, did he not?”

“He did.” He nodded his head before looking back over.

“Is he- is he nice?” (Y/N) looked at him before smiling.

“He’s the best dad I could’ve asked for.” Noritoshi looked down at the ground, a smile fully formed on his lips.

“That’s good.” She glanced at him a couple times before she began to fidget, picking at her nail beds.

“I… I’m sorry for making you worry. I’ll be more careful in the future.” She moved her body to face his. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around him. He froze for a second before wrapping his arms around her.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you and not being a good brother, (Y/N).” She felt her emotions bubble their way to the surface.

“I forgive you. It’s not like I was the best sister either. Thank you for being here for me now.” They sat like that for a while, not moving.

That night they opened their hearts for one another, letting each other in. In the future they would slowly grow a bond and finally become the siblings they have longed to be for the other. But that’s the future. Tonight was the first step into becoming a family, towards healing.

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badassxbirdy · 21 days ago

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Than. She felt a brief spike of irritation at the name. It was silly. She knew it was silly. He hadn’t ignored her, Tyler understood that now. But letting go of the hurt and resentment she’d held for so long was proving to be difficult. Though, the feeling was swiftly squashed down in favour of focusing on what his presence meant to Mel. “A hole, what does— what does that mean?”

“I really hope they don’t look like the cartoon version of them. The whole sharing an eyeball thing seriously grossed me out when I was a kid.” Another little smile. Jokes. Always her safety blanket. Some things never change. “Remember when we thought we might be even a little bit normal? That was a really nice couple of weeks we had going there.”

That doesn't mean we deserved it.

She saw movement in the corner of her eye. An instant later, that voice spoke up again, always so loud every time it did. Deafening, inescapable sound.

LIAR. SHE’S A L I A R.

“Shut up!” Her head whipped round to yell at the shadow that stood just at the edge of her vision, to berate it for daring to say anything about Mel… but of course there was nothing there. Nothing. No one else in the room. It was just the two of them. “S-sorry.” The cambion grimaced, already feeling the guilt and embarrassment that tended to follow these little outbursts. She just needed to calm down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. “Fuck, I’m Sorry, I— I know it’s not real. I know.” Maybe if she said that enough times, it would become true. Maybe it would stop.

Not quite able to look her sister in the eye, she instead stared down at their hands, at her thumb that was still rubbing back and forth. Touch. Something so simple, but it meant the world to her. Oh, what she would have given to have someone hold her hand while she was alone. Even if it was just once.

“Did they… We made a deal. They were supposed to tell you I was okay. Or alive, anyway.” She snorted. She should have made them be more specific when she agreed, but at the time she hadn't been thinking clearly, had barely even begun to recover from her little swan dive. Her body had been broken in too many places to count, and the panic at the thought of her family not knowing where she was, the thought of Mel worrying… She knew they’d done something to uphold their end, but for all she knew it could’ve just been a freaking post-it note stuck to the front door. ‘Hi. Ty’s alive. Bye.’ She almost laughed at the silliness of that mental image. But whatever they’d done, it had worked. She couldn’t physically harm herself again, the deal was binding. Though they’d put that circle up regardless. Just in case it hadn’t worked… God, they’d really had no idea what they were doing. Truly throwing things at the wall to see what stuck.

“I think— I think they felt kinda… responsible for her? And pissed at her. And at me. S—so they made it go away. It’s gone. …No, that’s not right.” Wrong word. Close, but not quite what she meant. “Not— Not gone, I can still sorta feel it sometimes? Or like, I can feel where it used to be…” She put her free hand on her chest, frowning. “It’s— it feels like there’s a…” A space? A gap? A hole. Deep inside. When she reached for it, she could almost feel the piece of her that used to be there, just out of reach. “I can’t— I can’t do it anymore. Any of it.”

It hurt someone didn't it?

Her grip tightened again, a lump forming in her throat as she choked the words out. “I didn’t mean to! I swear I didn’t mean to, he was— I just got so angry. I always get so fuckin’ angry. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I promise it wasn’t.”

“Nobody else was supposed to die.”

Mel hated to see her friend so messed up, so haunted. It hurt her and pissed her off. But Mel knew going off about it, going off at all, wasn't going to help matters. The best she could do was be here, to hold, to listen, to be whatever Tyler needed her to be. Mel was the shoulder to cry, the hand that tightened gently around Tyler's to remind her once again that she was here. No matter how hard she needed to hold her. It hurt slightly, but that didn't matter - Mel thought she deserved it. For failing her friend. This is what she could do.

"....." Mel found herself unable to answer Tyler at first, listening to her and pondering. She sighed. "While you were gone me and Than, we got closer. We talked a lot about....about what I am. The Fates visited me one day. You know those three crazy sisters from mythology - they exist."

Mel tightened her hand around Tyler's fingers, feeling herself nervous with words all of a sudden. "Anyway, I'm...not supposed to exist either you know. I ripped a hole in reality, by existing." She laughed. "Crazy right? Sound like I've been drinking admitting that out loud."

"But...that doesn't mean we deserved it. Everything that's happened...We're just... I don't know, Tyler. We're just us. We've done everything we can do be better than them. To do better. But there's a part of us that's always gonna be different. A part of us that is always going to be darker and they want that. They want that so badly."

"That darkness...it hurt someone didn't it? And they wanted to take it back. Make everything right again? Didn't they?"

#*interactions #timeline: home sweet home #nightiingaled #nightiingaled: Mel

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2heavenlyhell · 11 months ago

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Can we talk about how it's really important to have a good first kiss experience and just the whole vision of intimacy thing?

I am traumatized by my first kiss. (Actually traumatized by the whole dating experience) AND all because of my first partner, but I'm not here to talk about him.

So two questions:

What can ruin a persons perspective of dating and intimacy?

And

How can you make sure you AND your partner have a good experience?

Warning:

I am not a professional so it's probably better not to take my advice, but just trust me on this one (also I do think I have enough experience to speak about this)

So.. perspective of dating and intimacy..

Two really simple things:

1. If you think these two are icky, unfamiliar, weird, etc. - it's probably going to be scary, awkward, just generally not great.

2. If your opinion about these is positive, you won't have that much difficulty dealing with it, so a higher chance of good experience.

If your opinion is already negative, first dating and intimacy experience might be underwhelming/disappointing and it could affect you less than those who are more excited about it.

What can ruin this nice experience?

• A confession

For example, a public confession can be embarrassing and awkward, so later a person can be scared of others confessing publicly, they can push others away because of this fear. If you're anxious or a people pleaser, a public confession can force you to lie about your feelings. This goes the same for publicly asking someone to marry you.

• A kiss

Now this is the most important part of this whole post. A kiss can test your compatibility with another person. If you kiss and immediately get the ick, feel scared, grossed out, if you just don't want to touch the person ever again, this could mean you two probably shouldn't be a couple. Really, it's best to say bye. And please, I'm begging you, don't force yourself to be with that person just because "everything was okay before this". There's nothing wrong with you. You just have the wrong person. This happened to me and after that I was incredibly scared of this repeating, I was scared of kissing and interacting with this person, and I was forced into another kiss.. basically, if this happens to you - run.

Next let's talk about bad kissers. Before my first kiss I thought about how it's gonna happen. I watched tutorials (don't make fun of me), I made sure I had all the information about this. But kissing was the worst experience of my life. Why? I wasn't the problem, my partner was. When I tell you the kiss was bad, it was BAD.

Spoiler alert: No, it doesn't come naturally, you don't magically know what to do. I was so grossed out AND scared after my first kiss I made sure to do everything to avoid kissing in the future. I hated it. After the kiss I remember thinking about it for WEEKS and being disgusted with myself.

Now for the nice part..

How can you make sure everyone has a nice experience?

• Talk to your partner! Make sure you know their opinion, learn about their boundaries, their likes and dislikes, ask them what they want! Communication is the most important thing when it comes to any relationships, whether it's a friendship or something more, if you don't talk to eachother about quite literally everything - the base of your happy house will never be built, and your relationship will fall apart from arguments and miscommunication.

• Do your research! Please, watch that 10 year old tutorial on how to kiss, please, just do it for yourself and your partner. Everyone will be happy and satisfied, no emotional trauma.

• Talk about intimacy! Even kisses! Guide your partner through it, don't be afraid to tell them how they can improve and what they have to do to make you happy. Yes, it can be awkward and scary, but relationships are all about trusting eachother!

I'm sure there's lots to add to this, but it's 2am and I should probably go to sleep.

Not sure who's gonna read this, but I hope this helps!

#relationship #emotional trauma #advice #first experience

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stargazing-imagines · 2 years ago

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A&A rewrite // 01x05 // bloggers and butterflies

Description : you and the gang run into a hater of Austin so you try to shut her down, meanwhile you figure out your feelings for Austin

Parings : mentions of reader liking Austin

Warnings : mentions of toxic friendships, mild bullying towards the reader and the gang , the use of the word snobs , if there’s anything else that should be added let me know ASAP!

It was a sunny day in Miami and Ally was working the counter at sonic boom, you on the other hand, was on the computer as she was watching something. You looked at ally before looking back at the computer.

"Umm... ally we have a problem..." said Y/N as she turned the computer around "apparently Austin showed me a website call Miami h8ter girl and she said some pretty nasty stuff and things about Austin,"

"Wait...I heard of h8ter girl," said Ally "Austin was just talking about her the other day,"

"Yeah but this one isn't pretty," you said as you clicked the space bar of your computer to play the video.

A clip of Austin in the music store late at night eating ice cream, was on that was until it dropped it the next thing he did was make a pant sundae

In disgust you closed the laptop "I just lost my appetite," said Y/N as she push the Laptop away

"I wonder how Austin is feeling about this?" asked Ally "This has got to be hard on his uprising career," said ally, you nodded in response.

"Guess who's got a job at Pirate Frank Fish Fry," said Trish as she walked into the Store in her pirate costume, after Trish said that, Austin walked in through the door

"well can we worry about your job later?" asked Austin "She posted another embarrassing video of me,"

"Was it the Pants-Sundae? because I'm clearly grossed out," said Y/N before flinching with disgust

"Frankly... I don't think she's that bad, She posts about everything embarrassing about a celebrity," said Trish

"well why don't we all go down to the mall and maybe you can do some nice gestures," Said Ally

"Ooh I can't Savannah is in town," said Y/N "Is it ok if i take a rain check?"

"What's up with you and Savannah?" asked Ally "I mean I thought you two wouldn't be friends anymore after what she did to you,"

"Ally she may be a Blonde Chick who does nothing else but shop she's not that bad, You just got to get to know her," said Melody "Not every blonde chick is bad, I mean look at austin.”

"Hey N/N ready to go?" asked Savannah as she walked in through the door "There's this great sale at the beach mall and i so don't want to miss it,"

"I’ll be down there shortly, oh but first Savannah, Meet my Friends," said Y/N "You already met my sister ally, but you haven't met Trish, Dez, and Austin,"

"Wait your friends with Austin Moon?" asked Savannah "Just wait till Angelica Hears about this,"

"yeah lets keep it on the down low," said Y/N as she pushed Brooke out the door "Bye guys, Good Luck Austin,"

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"Whats the deal with you and Austin?" asked Savannah as she was skimming through the racks at the Clothing Cart in the middle of the Mall, you who fiddled with the straw in your smoothie sighed.

"I don't know, I like him but i feel like he would be better off with Ally because they have so much in common," said Melody "I'm just a girl who has a dream of being a actress and we all know that may never come true,"

"you have got to stop selling yourself short, I mean I haven't seen you act in anything but your chance will come," said Savannah as she kept her eyes on the clothes

"Maybe your right,"

"So does this mean Damien is Out of the picture?" Smirked Savannah as she sipped on her drink, it was obvious that she liked Damien

"We're just friends and that's all we'll ever be," said Melody as she fiddled with her straw but this time stirring up her smoothie

"isn't that your friend over there helping that kid out of the fountain?" asked Brooke as she pointed to where ally and Austin were standing before crossing her arms

"Yeah apparently Austin has a hater," you laughed “and he’s so freaked out about it.”

"You don't say?" asked Brooke "Who's this hater thats out to get him?"

"Miami H8ter Girl," said Melody "Have you heard about her?"

"Yeah but be careful i had this friend back in grade school who is famous now and apparently she said some nasty stuff about her," said Brooke "the drama and the name calling was so bad The girl had to become homeschooled after Freshman Year,"

"Wow she's that bad?" asked Melody

"Yep," said Brooke as she looked at her cell phone which dinged "Oh saved by the bell... my plane leaves in an hour will you be fine walking to sonic boom by yourself?"

"Yeah I'll just walk with Austin and Ally back to the music store,"

"Great see you soon Bestie," said Brooke as she left before waving

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"Austin moon dunks kid in the fountain," said Austin as he stood up "Now that sounds really bad,"

"Yeah but on the bright side you didn't actually drown Nelson," said Y/N "Me and Savannah saw the whole thing,"

"Hooray That makes everything so much better," said Ally sarcastically before closing the laptop before rolling her eyes

"What's your problem with Savannah?" asked Y/N "It's not like she did something to you,"

"She uses you and Manipulates you... She's bad news N/N why can't you understand that,"

"I don't know ally i guess it's because I rather have friends who are less famous sometimes," said Y/N "If you would actually fly out to California with me on the daily Basis you wouldn't be judging them so hard,"

"Y/N, I want to get to know them but i'm telling you something is going on with that girl and I just don't want to see you getting hurt,"

"Ally's right, I mean She did ask if you and Damien are still dating," Said Austin "and I know their your friends but I've heard about a lot of people from Beverly Hills are snobs especially rich ones,” nodded austin, meanwhile you glared at him.

"Guys you don't know them like I do," said Y/N as she stormed out of the practice room as she slammed the door, Dez and Trish walked in

"What's wrong with her?" Asked Trish as she pointed to you who just stormed out the door

"Me criticizing her friends again," said Ally

"Why are you so jealous of Y/N’s other friends?" Asked Austin

"Yeah I mean we are your friends," said Dez

"You guys i’m not jealous." said Ally "it’s just, she’s been used before by Savannah and when she has I'm always the one that has to put her back together,"

--Flashback--

"I can't believe grandma and Grandpa live in Beverly Hills, it's surreal." said 13 year old you as you jumped up for joy.

"I know how can they afford to live here? I heard a flat here costs at least 3,000 dollars,"

"Hey I love your shirt," said a girl

"Thanks I like yours," said Ally as she pointed to the girl

"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to her," said the girl "I'm Savannah and this is Angelica,"

"Hi! It's nice to meet you your really pretty," said Angelica

"Hi well I'm Melody and this is my sister ally," you smiled as you pointed to ally who waved back

"I Can tell we're going to be great friends,"

--End Of Flashback--

"And that's why I don't trust Savannah," said ally as

"Yeah but the reason you can't trust her is because she hates you,"

"Dez not now," said Trish as she placed a hand on Dez's shoulder "anyway we need to figure out a plan to get Hater girl back,"

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"Are you sure this is going to work?" Asked Y/N as you crossed your arms, clearly not wanting to be there

"Shh! You'll ruin the process," Said Dez

"Dez you do realize that we don't need to go undercover for this right?" asked Trish

"oh... that explains the weird looks i got trying to mail Austin's embarrassing Baby Photos to Hater Girl,"

"You did what!?" asked Austin

"Yeah she wanted some of your baby pictures, I couldn't say no!"

You Rolled your eyes before looking out the window, When she did she saw a Person in a fish costume

"Hey guys That fish has been staring at us for five minutes now," pointed Y/N

As melody said that The fish ran away, you stormed out of the fish shop. when you did you saw a fishing pole near by. You threw the fishing pole string to catch the person, when the fishing line caught onto the costume. You yanked the fishing pole.

"Now lets unmask the real Hater Girl," said ally as she took the fish head off the person's head and when she did you and Ally Gasps

“Tilly?”

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It was a Friday night and you was with Ally and Trish as they were getting ready for a ‘performance’ that Tilly made

"Hey everyone I'm so glad you could come out, Today we have three songs that will be shared," said tilly "But two of them will be awful so feel free to boo them,"

Ally and you looked at each other before looking back at the stage

"First off we have Y/N Dawson singing the Caterpillar Song,"

Tilly glared at you, you did the same thing, but this time you tripped her making her fall off the first step

"hey everyone... Uh i don't normally sing but here's nothing i guess,"

You started Singing but in the middle of it you stopped

"What am i kidding, Here's the real talent, Ally Dawson with the butterfly song,"

everyone clapped before ally yanked you Down

"What are you doing?'

"Showing everyone how talented my sister is," Said Y/N through gritted teeth as she smiled "Now go!"

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"even though you didn't perform the song I'm glad we served justice to tilly," said Y/N as she placed an arm around Ally "I'm really lucky to have you as my sister,"

"Thanks N/N that means a lot and sorry I judged Savannah,"

"Its fine," said Y/N as you waved it off

"And Austin I know how much you wanted my dolphin, so I'm letting you have him,"

"really?" asked Austin as he jerked the Dolphin out of Ally hand as he gave it a hug

"Aww look a baby," said Melody

Austin and ally Gushed before Something happened

"GOO!"

"AHH!"

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Austin and Ally Rewrite Masterlist

#austin and ally #austin moon imagine #austin and ally rewrite #austin moon x reader #ross lynch x reader #austin moon #ally dawson #trish dela rosa #dez wade #austin and ally season 1

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gilmore-angel · 3 years ago

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Out Of My League| Neville Longbottom

Summary: Neville has liked reader for ages now, but feels like he doesn't deserve her. Fluff/ slight angst (?)

Warning: cussing, my shit writing and spelling, also my first fic!!!!!!!!

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"Neville... i..... I love you!"

"You..... love me?"

"Of course I do! How could I not? I've always loved you, and I'll never stop!"

"I love you too! Oh Y/n, I love you with all my heart."

"Neville"

"Yes my love?"

"Neville"

"Yes what is it?"

"Holy shit hes dreaming about her now"

"W-what?"

"Neville dude wake up"

"Wait huh?"

BANG

"AAAAHHHH WHAT THE FU-"

"Nev, calm down its just us" Harry said as he got up from where he was sat on his bed.

It was just a dream

"What was that noise?" Neville asked slightly annoyed at his friend's for waking him up from such a amazing dream.

"Oh I threw a vase on the floor" Seamus said causally.

"You couldn't of just shook me? Or yelled? You had to throw a vase on the floor?"

"It was my decision in the moment and I stand by it." Neville rolled his eyes at his idiot friend

"But anyways, seems like you were having a pretty good dream eh? "Oh y/n, I love you so much! I just wanna kiss you! I wanna make sweet sweet love to yo-"

"I did not say that!"

"But you were about to!"

"Seamus, love, leave poor Neville alone. Come on we need to get down to breakfast, you should too, Neville" dean grabbed Seamus by the arm and pulled him up along with harry and ron.

He was all alone now. That was the third time this week he'd dreamt of her, it was becoming a problem now. Y/n was a fifth year gryffindor like Neville. She was quite popular with the boys (and girls), most people fell for her beauty, but became uninterested once they learned she wasn't looking for a hookup. But Neville saw her for more then just her beauty, he saw her for her humor, her smarts, her witty come backs, he saw her for her. Well as much as he could, for he had never talked to her.

"Bloody hell..."

He got up and changed into his uniform. Looking at himself in the minor he wondered if he should change his hair.

Y/n never said anything about his hair

She did say that Troy Mason, a ravenclaw in their year, had nice hair

And he was blond

Should he go blond?

Focus Neville

He grabbed his school bag and headed off to breakfast.

"Ugh can you two stop licking each other's faces off, I'm trying to eat." Hermoine said grossed out

"'S not my fault dean has such kissable lips" Seamus stated as if it was obvious, and went right back to kissing.

"I think its romantic, I hope I find that kind of love one day." Ginny looked over to harry. "Dont you agree harry?"

"Oh uh.. yeah I guess?"

Neville rolled his eyes at how harry wasn't picking up on Ginny's flirting.

"Oi, Longbottom!"

Neville turned around to see Y/n standing right there.

Y/n

"Oh um h-hi uh hey"

"Hey! So uh I was wondering if you uh... heh... never mind! Um bye!"

"Oh we-"

Y/n basically ran back to her friends and sat down with her head in her hands. She looked embarrassed, she looks...... flustered? But why would she be flustered after talking to him?

"Holy shit, she wants you hard" by now everyone, except for Neville who is confused and hermoine who is annoyed, is smirking and looking at Neville

"W-what do you mean?"

"Were you not here for what just happened? Shes nervous around you! And she was blushing! I mean come on its obvious! Not to sound sexist-"

"If you have to say "not to sound sexist" before saying something its probably sexist" hermoine said glaring at Seamus.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today jeez. Anyway! Not to sound sexist BUT all women act the same when they have a crush. It's a fact. They get all blushy, and shy, and start twirling their hair" Seamus pretends to twirl his hair. "And start swaying their hips, and pushing put their boo-"

"Okay now its borderline sexist" ginny interjected.

"Yeah even I gotta agree with that." Ron said

"Ugh whatever, point is, shes into you."

Theres no way such a pretty girl like y/n would be into him!

Right?

"Alright everyone! Seats please, everyone sit down please I haven't got all day!" Professor Sprout shouted at the students who where coming into the greenhouse.

This had always been Neville's favorite class, not only did he get to be around plants, but y/n was also in the class.

"Alrighty, good morning everyone. Today you will be partnering up in groups of two and-"

Everyone began moving to who they wanted to be partner up with.

"-Wait! No no no! I will be choosing partners today!"

Almost everyone made a "ugh" and moved back to where they were originally standing.

"Okay, Sasha Williams and Danny Holms, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, Y/n Y/l/n and Neville Longbottom...."

Wait

What?

They're going to work together?!

Wait no.

What if he embarrasses himself?!

What if hes to quiet and its awkward?!

What if he smells?!

Wait did he even brush his teeth this morning?!

What if he ha-

"Hiya Neville!"

Shit.

"Oh hey, um, hi."

"I'm really excited to be working with you!"

"Really?!"

He said that much louder then he would of liked to.

"I-i mean, why exactly are you excited?"

She giggled and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

"Well your like the best at herbology! And if I'm being honest, I kinda suck at this so I'm happy I got paired with you."

"Well i-"

"Alright now that everyone has a partner, I'll tell you what you'll be doing." Professor Sprout interrupted before Neville could continue. "You'll pick one plant to study and then write a 1000 word essay on it."

Most people groaned but not Neville and y/n, Neville was excited to spend time with y/n, and y/n was excited... well Neville didn't really know why she seemed so happy.

She turned to Neville. "I think we should do the Mimbulus Mimbletonia, it's a really pre-"

"That's my favorite plant!" He interrupted

"S-sorry uh what were you going to say?"

She laughed. "I was just gonna say it's really pretty, but I don't know anything about."

"Its a truly fascinating plant! Nobody talks about it enough when they should."

"I know right! Its almost li-"

"Longbottom, y/l/n! You need to leave, the Hufflepuffs will be here soon."

"Oh sorry professor, we'll be on our way."

"So when do you wanna meet up to study?"

"Oh um whenever works f-for you."

"How about tomorrow after class? We can meet in the library."

"Yeah okay! Sounds good."

"Cool, well bye nev!"

Nev

Nobody ever called him nev. It was always Neville, or Longbottom, or some other names that he would rather not think about. He could get used to nev.

"Hiya nev!"

Neville hadn't been waiting for long when y/n showed up, she was wearing a flowy white dress with sunflowers, a muggle plant witch Neville loved, all over it and black convers. To most it was just a pretty dress, but to Neville she looked like a godess.

"H-hi y/n."

"Ya ready to study?"

"Y-yeah."

He had no idea how he would be able to focus when she looked like that.

They had been studying for one hour, she would read outloud and he would write it down.

"Okay it says here "originated in Assyria. It was most notable for its pulsating and squirming nature and its unique defence mechanism. When prodded, a substance called Stinksap was squirted...."

Neville couldn't focus on what she was saying, only hearing the sound of her beautiful voice but not comprehending the words. He stared at her lips, she had a pinkish lip gloss on that day and it looked amazing on her. He watched the way her hands move, so graceful.

"Nev did you write that down?"

"What? Oh no s-sorry I just zoned out."

"Its fine, actually theres been something on my mind that I need to ask you."

That made Neville incredibly nervous.

What if she knew he liked her? What if Seamus told her? What if she finds him creepy? What if she-

"Do you wanna go on a date?"

Wait what.

"W-what?"

"A date, with you and me. This Saturday maybe?"

Say something Neville. Say something. Anything. Say something.

"So whatcha think? Wanna go on a date?"

"Hey Neville, how was it studying with your dream girl?" Ron said with a smirk when Neville walked in.

"She asked me to go on a date."

"Holy shit really?" Seamus said excitedly.

"Yeah." Neville said sadly

"My man! So when ya going?"

"I'm not, I said no to her."

"What? Why the hell would you do that?" Seamus seemed pissed.

He wanted to say yes, he really did, but he knew he couldn't, it just wouldn't be fair for her.

She was beautiful, smart, kind, she stood up for what she believed in, she was funny, she would listen to him talk about plants for hours, she would hold his hand even though its sweaty from nerves, she would reassure him when he felt bad, she would be perfect, she was perfect, and he knew he didn't deserve perfect.

"I couldn't say yes! Shes too good for me!"

"That's not true Neville, your good enough for her." Harry said.

Suddenly ginny barged into the room.

"What the fuck did you do to her?!" She yelled at Neville.

"W-what?"

"What the fuck did you do? It's a simple question!"

"I-I didn't do anything!"

"Well apparently you did. I was just walking around with Luna and I hear y/n sitting in a empty classroom fucking crying!"

"How do you know I had anything to do with it?"

"Because you guys just got done studying together! Harry was telling me all about it, and when you planed on ending! So I'll ask one more time, what the fuck did you do to her?"

"I-I... I said no to her when she asked me out..."

"The fuck? Why in Merlin's name would you do that? I thought you liked her?!"

"Because I'm not good enough for her! She deserves someone better!"

"Who told you that? Malfoy?"

He shyly nodded.

"You're really gonna listen to ferret boy? The guy that couldn't even keep Pansy? That's who your gonna listen to? I mean bloody hell Neville, it doesn't matter if draco thinks you should be with her, what matters is that she likes you! She wants to be with you, and you just broke her heart."

Neville realized that he made a big mistake saying no to her, and he knew he had to fix it quick.

"Fuck..... your right! Where is she?!"

"Its okay y/n, he doesn't know what hes missing."

Luna was doing her best to comfort y/n.

"I-I just thought h-he liked me back. Everyone t-" hiccup "-t-that he did."

"I'm sure he does, maybe he just got nervous and said no?"

Neville ran to the empty classroom ginny told him y/n was in.

"Luna, can I talk to y/n... alone."

She turned to y/n.

"Are you comfortable with this? If not I'll stay."

"No, I'm okay with it." Y/n tried wiping away the hot tears flowing out of her eyes.

"Okay, well I'll be right outside the door, if you feel uncomfortable just call for me and I'll be right back in here." Luna whispered.

Luna got up and walked out, not before giving Neville a slight glare.

"Hey." He said awkwardly.

"Hey."

"Listen I'm sorry I just-"

"No its fine, really. I dont want you to feel like you have to like me. I-I just really thought you did."

"I do! I do, its just.."

"Just what?"

"Just.." Neville thought about lying to her but knew she would find out soon enough.

"You're just so good, so amazing, a-and I'm not." He let out a breathy laugh. While she looked at him with a sad smile.

"I feel like I dont deserve you, I mean, you're way out of my league."

"That's not true at all! Nev-" she put her hand on his. " you are one of the kindest, smartest, caring, and handsome guys I've ever met! And even if you don't believe I'll be here every day to remind you of how amazing you truly are."

By the time she was done talking Neville had tears in his eyes. No one had ever said those things about him before, so hearing it from her made him even more in love.

"I- wow I dont know what to say."

"Its okay, you dont have to say anything. Well, actually you do."

"What?"

"Will you go on a date with me?"

"Y-yes! Of course!"

Before the two could do anything else they heard cheering on the other side of the door.

"Fuck yeah!" They heard Seamus yell.

"Y'know, I didn't think he'd be able to save it but he did." They heard what sounded like Ron.

"Shut up you two! They'll hear us!" Ginny whispered/yelled at the two boys.

"We can hear you!" Y/n yelled as she walked over to the door and opened it.

There she saw Seamus, dean, Ron, harry, ginny, hermoine and Luna.

"Shit! Scatter!"

A/n

So...... I did that.

So I lowkey hate this fic with every inch of my body, mind, and soul BUT I'm still posting it.

Tagging some moots, dont feel like you have to read tho bc its trash

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waywardangel-wilds · 10 months ago

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I like thinking that Peeta is such a dude about it he doesn’t even realize he hasn’t actually said it and that Katniss might want to hear it. I mean, Katniss isn’t that concerned, it’s pretty clear he loves her, but if there’s something I know about Katniss, she’s the most regular girl to ever girl and she’d want to hear it.

So at some point in post mockingjay she’s started thinking about it a lot, wondering why he hasn’t said it. In her “weaker” (more vulnerable) moments she’ll worry he doesn’t actually feel that way about her at all, and oh no, maybe the Capitol erased that for sure?? Can they do that?? But then he’ll come home from wherever he’s been and show her he loves her so the panic calms down slightly until the next time she’s alone.

And while all this is happening, Peeta is happily oblivious. His internal monologue fully refers to Katniss as “his woman” and he’s just very happy. No clue is knocking around in that blond little noggin’.

So the day he finally says the words out loud he says them in such a casual, non planned way. Katniss and him are in Peeta’s massive vegetable garden and Katniss has personal beef with the carrots she can’t yank out of the ground. Peeta asked if she wanted a hand, but she said no, so he’s just standing there holding an armful of potatoes when she yanks the things out and falls flat on her ass, dirt all over her face. Peeta laughs and offers her a hand, shaking his head he says “you know I love you but you really should let me help you out next time, no use getting knocked out by a carrot.” And Katniss just stares at him with her mouth open like “wow this is the moment you choose to say that to me??” And Peeta gets all confused and asks “hey are you okay?” And she’s just like “you just said you loved me.”

As the conversation goes on Peeta grows more embarrassed because, omg, he can’t believe he’s actually never told her out loud that he’s in love with her. That’s crazy. But then he comes to the realization that despite “being good at words” like Katniss says, he isn’t much for explicitly stating his affection for others. And it makes sense, he comes from a very unaffectionate family. He has no idea other people tended to say ‘I love you’ to each other on the regular.

After that Peeta becomes a convert and is out there telling Katniss he loves her like twice a day minimum. He wakes up and first thing he does is wake up his woman and tell her he loves her. When he goes to work, it’s ‘bye Katniss! I love you!’ When Katniss goes to the woods it’s ‘take care out there, I love you!’ He’s gotta make up for all those times he didn’t say it. Haymitch thinks they’re pretty gross and annoying, but Katniss is pretty happy. She doesn’t exactly brag about it to the small group of women she’s befriended, but one day they’re sitting in the new town square and Peeta walks by, tells her his new customary goodbyes and everyone’s like “ooh, you two are sweet.” And Katniss is all “I’m very lucky” 😎

(This is specifically for @thesweetnessofspring)

The only time Peeta ever admitted he loved Katniss was while he was hijacked and I'm supposed to be okay????

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coollemonsaresour · 4 years ago

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The Love That Don't Stop

Pairing: Steve Rogers x daughter reader, Steve Roger x Natasha Romanoff. Warnings: Child abandonment, angst, fluff

Summary: It is Y/n's birthday, and she gets an unexpected present.

Word count: 2632

Request: @maximeevansblog ; The reader (me ) is the daughter of Steve rogenrs and its the readers birtday, and he takes her to the nail en hair salon , and they come back, and in the tower, they have a suprise party for her, and natasha comes with adoption papers and, he wants to her mom and a lotts of fluff thanks, and if its ready you tag me right ( natasha and Steve are dating) thanks. And if its ready you tag me right thanks

Request: Anonymous; can you do a Natasha x black!child!reader? I really liked your other fic. You don't have to if you don't want to.

A/n: I made lots of changes, cause when I went to go post it two weeks ago, my fics were two similar to the other two. The highlighted words are in realtion to the person that requested. Because I wanted to incorporate them into the fic 🙃

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, BeEeee- you were starting to get agitated, and brought your fist down on your alarm clock, smashing it to pieces. But hey, it’s not your fault, you got your father’s enhancements through genetics, just the perks of being a Rogers.

Still in bed, you let out a yawn, and you began to stretch; mid-stretch that is when it had clicked.

It’s My Birthday.

And that’s when you smelled it. The sweet smell of a birthday tradition you and your dad have had for the past nine years of your life.

One day you showed your dad Steven Universe, and it happened to be the together breakfast episode. So ever since then, every morning of your birthday, you and your dad sit down together and have Together Breakfast.

As soon as you got out of the shower, you threw on some clothes and dash to the Kitchen. As soon as you enter you were met by a horrible sight. Your dad and a redhead kissing.

Nat and your dad have been friends since he had come out of the ice, a became even closer when you were born. Nat was like a mom to you, but you never would say that out loud, cause you didn’t want to make it wired or have her feel uncomfortable.

Your mom was never in the picture, she left you and your dad five days after you were born. Steve had no idea of how to raise a kid, he was completely lost, but then Nat had offered to help him out. The pair worked as such a great team people often thought that they were actually a couple. After years of a long, long sturdy friendship, your dad finally asked the assassin out. So basically they have been dating for about two and a half years now.

“Ew, gross,” you said, dramatically shielding your face from the sight. “ Good Morning Y/n, happy birthday,” they both said. “Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” you said as you sat down at the island stools. “You mean this public display of affection?” he said with a smirk and then pulled Nat in for another kiss. You then shield your face away and then began gagging and reaching.

“So it is….10:30,” you said looking around “Where’s Together Breakfast?” you said whining. “It’s right here you big baby,” Nat said teasing.

“ Cheers to fifteen years of chaotic life,” you said holding up a fork “Cheers!” they said, you each then taking a bite.

“So, Y/n, anything special on thing on the agenda today,” Nat said wriggling her eyebrows. “Not really, I was hoping that we could just go to the spa, then the salon, and just have a chill day.” You said taking another bite. “Oooh, sorry, y/n I can’t, join you today, I have busine- “ you cut Nat off with a loud groan. “ But its’ my birthdayyyyy,” you said with an adorable pout. “I know, and I’m sorry,” she said squashing your cheeks together “and I will make it up to you, but for right now-” she paused reaching over the counter to grab her bag “ I have to go,” she said giving you small hug and then turning to give steve a quick peck on the lips, and heading for the door. “ Bye,” Steve said, “bye Nat,” You say still mopping. “Bye babes,” she says giving the two an air kiss before disappearing out the door.

“So, I guess it is just me and you, Y/n,” Steve said as he started cleaning up breakfast. “Ya, I guess so, though I really wanted Nat to come today. Alright, imma got get ready so that we could go,” you said heading back to your room, leaving Steve smiling at your comment about Nat; not that you even realized.

---

“Alright, where here,” Steve said as the uber pulled up to the salon. You both walked in and were greeted by an overlay excited worker. “Hi, my name is Jess, I will be helping you out today” you then gave her a small, that she returned, then started eyeing Steve like he was her last meal. She looked like she was in her early-twenties, pale skin, about 5’3, blonde hair, and brown eyes. Probably working this job to pay off student loans. She turned to Steve, with scrunched eyebrows.

“Are you Captain America?” she asked with a smirk of curiosity, but it looked like she was trying to amuse him before he could answer “yes, he is, and he’s taken, Maybe next time sweetheart, ” you said pulling you dad away from Jess, and toward the receptionist desk.

“ Hi, Appointment for Y/n Rogers,” You say, leaning against the desk. “Right this way.”

---

You were currently sitting in a chair in front of a medium-size mirror, your hands resetting on the armrest, careful not themes up the freshly done nails. Then two Beautistions approached us, then one of them turned to Steve and asked, “are you getting your, hair done too,”

“No”

“Yes”

you and Steve say at the same time.

“Please dad, you can you a new due,” you say, Steve just rapidly shakes his head rapidly no.

“What wrong with the style I have now?” he asked. “You look like an upgraded BackStreet boy,” you reply in full honesty. He then puts his hand over his chest and pretends to be hurt. “You should die it!” one of the Beautistion said, “Great Idea…” you hesitated, search for her name tag.

“Max” she finished for you, seeing what you were trying to do. “If you don’t want to, die your whole head, you can start with highlights,” she said with a smile of excitement. Steve was about to say no until he saw your adorable pleading face. “Fine,” he said putting his hands up in defeat and moving into the salon chair next to yours.

---

After you left the Spa you and your dad headed to central park for a walk, something you two did a lot when you were younger.

You then pulled out your phone and tried to Facetime “Natty Bare 😘” but there was no answer. Which was strange, because Nat always answers your calls, no matter who, what, when, where, and why. Steve saw what you did and smiled, a smug smile. "What are you doing?" Your dad asked

"I wanted to show Nat your blue hair streaks" you said with a pout.

Halfway through the walk your legs were getting tired so you jumped on your dad’s back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hip.

“You’re like a pretzel,” he says linking his arms under your knees for better support. “And, you’re like a Dorito,” you tiredly mumble into the crook of his neck, Steve chuckled at the comment.

After walking a little longer you fall asleep. Steve then tightened his grip a little, as if he was giving a backward hug. He just could believe how fast his baby girl was growing up.

---

When they reached the tower’s elevator, Steve placed Y/n down on her feet to wake you.

“Y/n, baby, I need you to wake up for a minute.” “But why,” you mumbled as you leaned against him for support since you were still tired. “Cause if you don’t then this could be a very embarrassing photo.” “what pho-” before you could finish, the elevator doors opened, and then...

“SURPRISE!”

A tired smile then played its role on your face. You looked around and saw everyone there, except Nat.

Mabey she will show up later you thought to yourself.

---

An hour later she still has yet shone up. You asked around and Tony told you that she had a last-minute mission, but that she should be back at any time now. That failed to relieve your nerves.

But those nerves became worse when it was time to cut the cake. You know she was busy but would she really miss your birthday.

Apparently, yes, yes she would. Because the party was over, over an hour ago, and now it was currently 9:30.

Your dad knew that you were really bummed out that Nat missed your party, so he suggested a movie night. Movie nights were special to you and your dad because it became something you two did together, to destress. Just the two of you, Daddy and Daughter.

“Got room for one more.” came a voice that you recognized immediately. “Sorry, this is a two-person couch,” you shot back, anger leaking from your voice, your eyes never leaving the tv screen, ignoring the Russian, as she came into your view.

Steve then paused the movie, causing you to turn your head toward him, annoyed.

“How was the mission,” he asked her.

“I don’t know” She replied accompanied by a tight-lipped smile and shrug. You were about to say something but “Because it is not over yet,” she said looking nervous.

She then pulled out a manila folder and approached you and sat down in between Steve. The Folder was labeled “Confidential” with a red ribbon and bow tied around. The folder She then handed you the folder causing you to look up at them in question.

“Open it,” Steve said pulled Nat toward him sat her in between his legs, and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trying to help calm the nerves surging through her.

You carefully untied the ribbon, and open the folder. “On this day Y/n M/n Ro-” You mumbled quietly and then stopped, your face going blank. Your vision then started to get blurry with tears threatening to spill.

“Wow, y-you’re really, um getting good at that face,” Nat said, a million thoughts going through her mind.

“Y/n,” Nat said, voice flooded with worry. When you didn’t look at her, she used her fingers to lift your chin, so that you were looking at her. And when you locked with her that’s when the dames broke, as the tears sprang free from your eyes.

“Oh, no, baby, baby please, don’t cry,” she said trying to wipe away the tears rapidly falling down your face. “ I understand if you don’t want to go through with it,” she said wiping the tear that fell from her face.

“We don-”

She was cut off with the air being knocked out of her, as you crashed into her wrapping your arms around her torso, burying your face in her stomach, sobbing. She then wrapped her arms around you and held you close, one hand rubbing up and down your back trying to calm you, the other gently twirling some of your coils with her fingers.

Nat always felt like you were her child, even some people in public would mistake her for your mom, But she didn’t know how you felt.

Nat was so nervous that her soul was shaking. She knew how the topic of a Mother, is one that stings for you.

---

*Flashback*

Nat POV

I pulled up to Y/n’s school, today was her first day of Kindergarten, and in the morning she was so excited. That morning I bruised her hair into two puffs, curled her sideburns, and she then wore a Captain America shirt, with joggers and light-up sneakers. I swear she was the cutest four-year-old in the world.

I then saw Y/n exit the school, but my smile flattened when I saw the sad expression on her face. I then hopped out of the car and head toward her, as I get closer it looks as if she was crying. When I get to her I pick her up and place her on my hip, and instead of her giving me a hug like she usually does she just tucks her head into my neck.

“Hey, baby,” I saw trying to cheer her up “You okay,” I ask she just nodded and let out a little sigh. Then I hear laughing voices and I turn my head to see a group of second graders.

“See I told you to see was adopted, her parents probably didn’t love her,” one of them said.

“ There is no way Captain America is her dad If that lady is her mom, they’re both white, and she’s not”

“She just a baby and a lier,”

“ She probably doesn’t even have a mom,” another said laughing, causing Y/n to sniffle.

I then cleared my throat, successfully grabbing the attention of the bullies, sending them a death glare, and then headed to the car, and then buckled Y/n into her car seat. I then sat in the driver’s seat and adjusted the rearview mirror so that we could look at each other.

“Don’t listen to those, mouth breathers Y/n you hear me.” Y/n still didn’t look at me her eyes trained on her fingers fiddling in her lap.

“Um, Nat, umm, where is my mom, and w-why, um, why does she, not love m-me?” Y/n said with a sniffle. Her question made me want to go up to those kids and beat the shit out of them.

“ well y/n your mom had to do something important and should be back soon,” I had to lie to her because I didn’t know how to explain to a four-year-old, that her mother abandoned her and her dad because she thinks giving life to the sweetest little girl was a mistake.

Like what did Маленький шар совершенства, ever do to her.

“But Y/n, let me tell you this, Your dad loves you, so much and would let anything bad happen to you, you know that right detka,” she then nodded her head, sniffled, and wiped her tears.

“And I love you too, milashka, and I will never stop loving you.” I love you, Nat” “Now how about we get some Ice cream annnnnd, not tell Steve, because he is going to be mad because you haven’t eaten any dinner yet,” I said starting the car and putting a smile on Y/n’s face.

How could a mother ever leave a child like this, so sweet, innocent, and pure?

*Flashback over*

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No one’s POV

“So is that a yes, baby?” Nat asked nervously that you might say no because you were crying.

You just nodded your head yes, as Nat hugged you tighter.

“Oh, dad I forgot to tell you, while we were out...I, um, need a new alarm clock,” you said with a nervous chuckle.

“Again,” they both said, not surprised at all.

“Mabey you should use your phone, you’re always pretty careful with that,” Nat said bopping your nose and squishing your cheeks together. You then reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. You went to the contacts and changed “Natty 😘” to “Mama🔥”.

“What’s my contact name Y/n?” Your dad asked.

“❤️Captain🤍Crunch💙,” you said sliding your phone back into your pocket and laying back down on Nat’s stomach.

“ I love you, mama,” you said nuzzling further into her

“I love to baby, always has and don’t plan on stopping”

*Bonus*

(Nat and Steve in the kitchen after putting Y/n to bed, because she fell asleep during the rest of the movie because you were tired after crying)

“So...what’s up with the hair, “ Nat said sipping on her tea, taking a step closer to Steve. He then shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head, with a goofy smile. “Uhh, Y/n thought I needed a new look,” He responds shaking the colorful hair from side to side. “Well, I like it,” she says as she runs her hands through his hair, “ Oh, do you,” Steve said placing his hands on her hips. “Yea…I do,” she says standing on her tippy-toe, kissing his lips. Steve then leaned more into the kiss. They went from kiss to make out sess, really quick.

“How about we don’t do this in the kitchen,”

“Mmhm”

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6: Fan

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“And that’s how you cook rice,” Kita says as he puts the pot in the rice cooker. You nod, embarrassed. You settle back on the floor. hiding your face from the two boys as they talk about how their friends. Osamu’s phone starts ringing so he answers it and a loud voice speaks.

“Bro! (Y/N) really lives with Shinsuke?” The caller says in awe so you look at Osamu. He turns the camera to you and you wave your hands, mouthing a hi. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”

“Aran, calm down. You act like it’s your first time meeting a celebrity,” Osamu tells the person on the line.

“I can talk to him if he wants to,” you offer to Osamu which Aran hears loud and clear. You hear him shuffle around before Osamu gives you the phone. You greet him with a smile, forgetting about the rice incident. “Hello, Aran-san. Is that right?”

“Yes. I’m a big fan! Actually my whole team is! We watch your vlogs on our breaks,” Aran rambles, making you smile. Interacting with fans is something that helps you cope up with your stress, and knowing that you got a group of athletes as your fans, makes you feel overwhelmed, but in a good way.

“Really? It’s nice to hear that you enjoy my videos. I’ll upload more content soon,” you reply, the smile not leaving your face.

“Who are you talking to?” You hear someone ask from the background.

“(Y/N),” Aran replies excitedly.

“You might have gone crazy,” the other man replies.

“No! I’m serious! Look!” Aran flips his phone to who he’s with, revealing you on the screen. You awkwardly bow then wave.

“It is her! How did you-? Does she have a fan event or something! Hello, (Y/N). I just finished watching the vlog you uploaded yesterday,” the man tells you, coming in close to the camera. “I’m Gao!”

“Hi, Gao-san! It’s nice meeting you!” You greet him cheerfully and the three of you continue to talk.

Kita and Osamu just watch you talk to them. They feels like an online fan signing is happening in front of them. The two of them continue to talk on their own. Minutes later, Osamu hears the rice cooker’s alarm go off so he stands up and gets the rice, leaving you and Kita alone on the table.

You are still talking to the boys, which have now turned into a whole team. Kita observes you carefully. The way you smile on the phone as if they’re really in front you is making him feel weird inside. And you’re really listening to what they’re saying, which is making that already weird feeling even weirder.

‘Am I becoming a fan?’ Kita asks himself, unsure of what he’s feeling.

“The rice is here,” Osamu announces as he puts the pot at the side.

“I have to leave now,” you tell the men in front of you. “It was fun talking to all of you. And I promise to go to one of your games one day. Bye!” You wave at the phone. You hear a chorus of good byes before you end it. You give the phone back to Osamu, apologizing to him for using his phone.

“It’s okay. You seemed like you were enjoying talking to them,” he remarks, sitting across you.

“Yeah. I love talking to fans,” you say confidently, smiling at Osamu. And there is it again, the weird feeling Kita is new to.

‘Maybe I am becoming a fan,’ he tells himself, getting rice from the pot. “How much rice do you want?” Kita suddenly asks you. Your mind short circuits from his question. It’s not a big deal and even back home, someone does it for you but since Kita is the one doing it the rice feels extra special.

“I think that’s enough,” you answer as he shows you the bowl of rice. He hands it to you and you accept it with both of your hands.

The three of you eat and talk. You ask them questions about their friendship, and you learn that Kita used to play volleyball. You also find out that Kita stopped studying after high school so he can provide for his grandmother. The more you know about him, the more you start to like him despite being the complete opposite of your ideal type.

You see Osamu out while Kita offers to do the dishes. As Osamu’s car leaves, you hear a dog bark. You look around the parking area, searching for the source of sound. You spot white fur by the bushes so you slowly approach it. Suddenly, a small white dog jumps on you, making you yelp in surprise. After you’ve regained composure, you properly hold the dog.

“Hi, there, little...” You lift him up and check its genital. “Boy. You’re a little boy. Are you lost?” You nuzzle your nose on its nose, shaking the dogs body slowly. You take a better look at him.

He has a puffy long coat which is snowy white, but his ears are grey. He has amber eyes and a very smiley face. He looks like an extra tiny fox. He’s small so you assume that he’s a puppy. You look for a collar or any tag, but you don’t see any. You can’t say that it’s Kita’s neighbor’s dog, because he doesn’t have one. The closest house to his is at least a 5 minute drive.

You stare at him intently, wondering why he looks familiar. Then you finally know who he looks like.

“You look like, Kita,” you coo, bopping its nose. It licks your nose in return so you giggle. “Want to meet Kita?” He barks in response, which you take as a yes. You carry him inside excitedly, not taking in mind about Kita’s reaction to the strange furry animal.

You finally step in the kitchen where Kita is and you proudly show him your new found friend. Kita drops the fork he was washing, totally frozen on his spot. Why are you carrying a dog in his house? Where did you even get that dog?

“What’s that?” Kita asks you, picking up the fork he dropped.

“It’s a dog!” You answer with a proud smile. “Isn’t he cute?”

“Where did you get that thing?” He looks so horrified and grossed out. If anything, he’s ready to throw the dog out of his house.

“I saw him outside. He doesn’t have a collar or any tag on so I brought him inside,” you reply with an innocent tone so he takes a deep breath in.

“What makes you think you can just bring any animal in my house?” His voice is louder than a while ago so you frown. “Bring it back to wherever you found it.”

“No! Look at him! He’s so small! What if a car runs over it?” You gasp, hugging the dog even tighter. Kita looks at you in disgust.

“That’s his destiny,” he remarks but you ignore him. “This is my house, you know. And I don’t want animals in here.” You and the dog stare at him with puppy eyes but he just gags. “You take it out of my house now.”

“But-”

“No more buts. My house, my rules,” he tells you firmly, but you don’t back down.

“Can we let him stay inside just for tonight? I promise I’ll find him a home by tomorrow!” You beg him.

“Nope.”

“Please, Kita!”

“No.”

“Please. Please. Please. Pretty please.”

“Still no.”

“It’s just for tonight. Right, boy?” You ask the puppy and he barks. “See? He’s a good boy.” Kita groans, defeated. You’re even more persistent than the twins, and those two are tenacious as hell.

“Fine. As long as it doesn’t make a mess and noise, he can stay. Just for tonight. I’ll be the one bringing him to the compound tomorrow,” Kita finally agrees but you don’t like his idea.

“Compound? No! I’ll find him a good home myself,” you argue once again. Kita sharply looks at you, but you don’t seem moved or afraid by it. “I’m searching for a home now.” You put the dog on the ground and run to your room to post a picture of him online.

The furry animal and Kita stare at each other for a long time. “Why does he look like someone I know?” Kita questions, tilting his head to the side. The dog mirrors his action. “Osamu when he had grey hair? Or that guy from MSBY?”

“I’ve found a name for him!” You shout, sliding your feet back to the kitchen.

“You’re supposed to look for an owner, not a name,” Kita snaps at you. You ignore his words and pick the dog up and stretch your arms towards Kita’s direction, presenting him the dog.

“Rice. Let’s name him Rice,” you state and he turns around, completely in disagreement with your plans. You put Rice down and move closer to Kita. “It’s a cute name! It suits him. He even looks like you! Rice is just the most suitable name.” Kita grimaces at how you compared him to a dog.

“You’ve only been here for a few hours, and in that few hours you’ve made porridge and brought a strange dog in.” Kita faces you, the distance between the two of you small but safe.

“I’m sorry...” You lower your head, frowning. You hear him sigh so you look back up anxiously.

“I’ll go to the vet tomorrow and see if he’s chipped and has an owner. If he doesn’t, he can stay here. But you need to take care of him,” Kita tells you, giving in to your pleads. ‘Why do I feel like I have a child?’

Out of excitement, you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him. Once you’ve realized what you’ve done, you pull away from him then run back to your room, Rice following you.

“Why did I do that?” You groan, your face buried on your pillow. Rice barks and you see him sit across you. You smile widely, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you remember the hug again. “He’s so warm!” You squeal like a teenage girl. You start rolling on the floor, muffling your squeals and shrieks on the pillow. “He smells even better up close.”

Meanwhile, Kita is back to washing the dishes, but is completely distracted. He can’t stop thinking about your hug. The thought of your hug turns into a smile. Then, it becomes your voice. After that, it’s your face. ‘She’s cute.’ He finds himself smiling while washing the dishes.

He finally realizes what the weird feeling is.

‘Do I like her?’

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Facts:

Dogs noses are wet to help absorb scent chemicals

Three dogs survived the Titanic sinking

Pomeranians weren’t always so little. They used to weigh as much as 20 to 30 pounds before being bred down in size by Queen Victoria of England.

Despite their small stature, they are famous for thinking they can take on big dogs with their little bark. This makes socializing a Pomeranian with other dogs important in order to avoid aggressive behavior.

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clonetwt · 2 years ago

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anyway with the intention of causing drama,,,

clone twt is incredibly clichey and some of the artists there are incredibly entitled and rude

'don't qrt art' ok sure i get that one but then it's 'don't try to befriend artists when ur commissioning them' so do you want ppl to be rude to you instead bff??/ lol

don't forget supporting the scammer artist (cy4recl0nes) because we can forgive stealing $7k from mainly minors, but we draw the line at being nice to artists apparently (((fr make it make sense)))

the thirst tweets are embarrassing like please fetishize enslaved men of color more /('wah wah we're having fun' okay but ur literally preaching 'unwhitewash the clones' (((please))) then ur next breath is 'but i wanna put my ''''feral commander wolffe''' in a collar' like have half a braincell I BEG)

have you tried appreciating media without subjecting it to your various sexual fetishes,,,, n not even kinkshaming but some (((most))) of you clearly like to consume content in a vacuum and it's exhausting

also wish we as a fandom would move past the hatred for fic writers, even on tumblr (((tho its better here))), ppl flip their shit when ao3 goes down. but then when authors post fic like how artists post art? radio silence. i feel so sorry for writers on twitter (((though only if theyre not in the lil cliche of accepted clone authors who is like 1 person)))

basically life is better without the bird app,,,,,,,, and now i've had my rant i'm going back to consuming content that isn't gross or produced by a clique of the same 12 twt accounts like 12 angry men fr

ok bye

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honney-pies · 1 year ago

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Ma Cherie will be posted September 15th

omg hey guys, so this week was like the worst thing ever, but it's fine. I'm currently at war with this high schooler since he decided to run a red light directly into the side of my car <3

OH - side note - i also spent time rewriting parts of 'birthday girl' to help it make a little more sense!!!

teaser of chapter three: what once was

pairing: inuokku/f! oc

length: 1.02k

When the exchange event came to its conclusion, Kanae hadn’t been as amazing as she had hoped. She didn’t make it to the final round of the one-on-one fights, and she made many mistakes in the group battle. She wished she could have done more, fought more.

“Try not to pull a stunt like that again, Kanae. Too much paperwork.” Kanae smiled softly, knowing that she was trying to show her concern without outrightly stating it.

“I’ll try not to, Sho-nee.” Shoko nodded and shooed her away the second she got a text from Utahime.

When they went outside, Kanae felt her phone buzz in her pocket

‘Incoming call from edgelord supreme’

“Oh, ‘gumi wh-”

“What did you do?” Kanae paused for a moment. What did I do?

“... huh?” she heard a long sigh on the other end

“Gojo sent me a text saying you wouldn’t be able to get me from school and you’re practically never late.”

“Aw, were you worried about me?” She smiled.

“Nee-san.” She laughed at the huff he let out.

“It’s pretty late, did you just get home?”

“...No.” Kanae let out a sigh.

“Were you bullying kids again?”

“It’s not bullying if they start it, plus you’re the one who told me that bullying works.” She rolled her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, ‘gumi. Nothing I haven’t done before. You had a test today right? How was it?”

“It was fine, I guess. Boring.” She looked around and noticed that Noritoshi was waiting for her on a bench just outside the dorms.

“Hey, ‘gumi, I gotta go, but I’ll call you back later okay?” He stopped his tangent about this one girl who wouldn’t stop trying to cheat and said okay.

“Can you facetime so I can see the ‘hottie’ you were talking about earlier?”

“Which one?”

“Black hair guy.”

“Oh, Okkotsu. No, he’s in the infirmary right now, but we’ll call you back okay? We’ll introduce you to him soon.”

“Hi, Inumaki-san. Bye, Inumaki-san.” Kanae chuckled before hanging up.

“Toge, you head back first. I’ll be there in a sec.” He nodded, but not before giving her hand a squeeze. Kanae made her way over to her brother and sat down next to him.

“What you did today was reckless.” She groaned.

“Not you too.” He looked over at her, the tiniest traces of a smile on his lips.

“Yes, me too.”

“It’s nothing either of us haven’t done before. I don’t know why everyone is acting as if there won’t be days where I’ll be put in a worse situation.” He sighed and looked at her.

“You sound like my dad.”

“Well Gojo-san is right.” She looks at him with wide eyes before bursting at the seems and letting out a loud laugh.

“I wasn’t talking about Toru, to be specific, I meant in general.” He glanced towards her and frowned.

“He adopted you, did he not?”

“He did.” He nodded his head before looking back over.

“Is he- is he nice?” Kanae looked at him before smiling.

“He’s the best dad I could’ve asked for.” Noritoshi looked down at the ground, a smile fully formed on his lips.

“That’s good.” She glanced at him a couple times before she began to fidget, picking at her nail beds.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you and not being a good brother, Kanae.” She felt her emotions bubble their way to the surface.

“I forgive you. It’s not like I was the best sister either. Thank you for being here for me now.” They sat like that for a while, not moving.

That night they opened their hearts for one another, letting each other in. In the future they would slowly grow a bond and finally become the siblings they have longed to be for one another. But that’s the future. Tonight was the first step into becoming a family, towards healing.

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bloomyn · 4 years ago

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slide into the drivers seat ; 01

in which your boss is one hell of a ride and you’re sitting shotgun.

table of contents

pairing: chrollo lucilfer x f!reader

disclaimer: i know absolutely nothing about business school, so please disregard all inaccurate numbers

taglist: @kakashishoekage @revalise

. . .

so apparently a business degree doesn’t get you a job immediately after grad school.

the 85,000 dollar piece of paper that’s still in an envelope sitting on your dinner table is worthless, wonderful. well, not worthless per se, but it’s definitely not going to be helping you anytime soon, and by that you mean it doesn’t take an 85,000 dollar degree and four years of business school with privileged males (gross!) who think they know everything for you to answer a phone and schedule a meeting.

but a job at phantom inc., even if it is being a secretary, is a much better bargain that you could’ve ever asked for. that’s what you tell yourself as you ride the elevator up to the 56th floor, “that’s where you’ll want to be!” the front desk secretary had told you, “shizuku will be expecting you!.”

truth be told, you didn’t know much about the position, just that you needed a job and your pride had gotten in the way of reaching out to other colleagues. they’d probably get off on the idea of you asking for help.

assholes.

“i had a feeling you’d be here again!”

you’re not even a full step out of the elevator when a woman with gold framed glasses and black bangs comes bouncing down the hall. she’s dressed more casually than expected and she’s got a --vacuum cleaner?-- charm hanging off her hip.

“ah, i’m [name]. they told me to come--”

“you’re in the right place!” she grins, ushering you towards the desk in front of you, “thank gods you’re here, the last girl quit so fast she hadn’t even gotten paid yet.”

“she what---”

the words go unnoticed [ignored], and before you can even shake hands, shizuku’s handing you a binder thicker than the bowl of overnigh oats you’d had in the car, ‘contacts’ it reads in big emblazoned words.

“it’s probably in your best interest that you memorize at least some of these...or all of them.” she mutters the last part under her breath, and you think you can see her send a quick prayer to the sky.

“most of the work is pretty self-explanatory.” she adds quickly, “when the boss comes in he can brief you a bit more.”

“so he’s not here now?”

the blush is obvious on her cheeks when she responds, “he had some, --other, things to take care of. i’m sure he’ll be back later.”

right. of course.

shizuku leaves with the same bounce in her step as before and you get to work.

. . .

you hear him before you see him. well, you hear her before you hear him. it’s like the concept of public decency was wiped from their mind and replaced with absolutely nothing because the first time you look at your boss--

“baby let’s take this to your office.”

-- he’s got half a shirt on and a whole woman clinging onto him.

. . .

“shirtless?”

the boy with the cropped hair from earlier can’t stop laughing.

“i’m serious! i think his girlfriend is with him too!”

the boy in front of you is awfully giddy for it being 9:30am and your boss (and technically his boss too!”) is fucking the brains out of some girl right now. out of, ah, respect for the couple, you’d abandoned your desk, taking as much of the paperwork as you could carry out of there.

a wonderful start to your first day, truly, the wonderful world of business.

“d’ya want to hang here then, with me?” the boy says.

“i don’t even know you.”

“ i can take you to the spare room…” he singsongs, fiddling his hands behind his back , his eyes flick towards the stack of papers sitting in your hands as if to say, “what? you’re gonna say no?” and you’re not exactly in a place to deny the boy at the front desk. so you give him a sigh and a nod.

“[name].”

“shalnark.”

. . .

six months later

you really don’t get paid enough for this.

“i’m very sorry sir,” you say into the receiver, “mr. lucilfer is preoccupied at the moment and is not able to take your call, can i schedule a better time for the two of you to meet?”

the man on the other line grumbles, giving you a date and time and “if he doesn’t pick up i will be filing a complaint!”

he won’t though, he’ll take one step into the office and walk right out. watching people walk into the office is entertainment for you now, first it was pure awkwardness but now… the moans coming from the office in front of you are nothing but background noise to the clack of your keyboard.

it’s none of your business anyway, you just schedule the meetings. in fact, you’re sure that the only reason your boss gets away with not attending board meetings is because he’s quite literally fucking board members daughters in his office. a disgusting power move if you do say so yourself. well, that and he has the coldest stare you’ve ever seen.

“bye-bye [name]!” the blue haired girl, neon, 22 year old daughter of ‘nostrade’, ‘nostrade’ who has an appointment with chrollo the 23rd of every month from six pm to ten pm to discuss finances, yeah, that nostrade, comes swishing out of the room. “i’ll see you next week ‘kay!”

you wave a soft goodbye, ignoring the fact that her heel strap is broken and there’s a new bruise on her thigh. but like always, none of your business. the only advantage to this whole scenario, for you, at least, is the image of post - sex chrollo lucilfer, slick with sweat and still no shirt !, leaning against the doorframe. (honestly, the reason this company even has a dress code is beyond you.)

“ [name], did someone call?”

oh, he looked way too good in those slacks.

“yes sir, he said he worked with the zoldycks but --”

“illumi knows better, will you delete his contact then?” he finishes quickly, using his dress to wipe the sweat on his brow.

you nod, sparing yourself one more glance at the curves of his abs, and oh the ones that dip just below, oh. what’s this? his belt is different today, saint laurent? no, salvatore ferragamo, maybe.

“ [name].”

you blink twice, casually looking away before you meet his eyes again.

“yes sir?”

you can’t tell if it’s a smirk on his face but the tip of his mouth curves up as he makes his way towards your desk. his walk is sly, his office is only a few steps away from yours but watching him make his way to you feels like an eternity. resting his elbows on your desk, he peeks into your workspace, eyes looking over every pen and pencil on the desk.

“is there something you need, sir?”

it’s embarrassing how close you were to moaning ; god you were practically choking words out at this point.

but still, the question goes unanswered.

“i’m expecting a package later,” he finally answers, “ please bring it to me when it arrives.”

you nod, turning away to write a fake note “reminding” yourself to drop off the package, and by the time you turn around, the door to his office is shut and you’re left in silence.

. . .

shizuku looks up through her glasses, eyebrow raised and lips wrapped loosely around her milkshake straw.

“girlie i pray for you sometimes.”

rolling your eyes you pick a fry off her plate, “it’s not that bad.”

you fail to address the fact that you basically get a free show everytime neon shows up so , yes objectively it’s not that bad.

it’s a little bit evil though.

“at least you’ve got me ‘n machi here.”

“gal pals.” you say

“gal pals.” she affirms.

it’s not awkward with shizuku, in fact she might be the only normal person working at this company. she’s your little break from reality.

“boss is callin’”

you snap to your phone, ringing with CHROLLO L [WORK] on the screen.

“he’s needy.” shizuku taunts, “gotta have his little secretary back at work right.”

“if it’s because he doesn’t want to pick up his package i’m gonna flip.”

sighing gently, she pats your hand. “you’re working towards the paycheck babe.”

. . .

it is the package.

the poor delivery man is shaking in front of you desk as you walk out of the elevator.

“i can sign for it!” you chirp, adding a bit of sweetener to your smile ; a something to make the poor man feel better. he extends the pen toward you and you sign, gently placing the package on your desk.

“have a good day ma’am.”

you nod and wave, not even bothering to look at the package on your desk.

chrollo can wait for it.

. . .

neons moans are too fucking loud.

the girl‘s moving pathetically, no, clumsily on his cock, her ass is nice he’ll give her that but — fuck you would look so hot in her position. tits bouncing, falling out of the stupid white button down you’re wearing right now.

he can see you out of his office, (two way glass is a fucking gift) what are you doing , answering a call? doesn’t even matter. your tits just barely poke out of your shirt and it’s got him so hard.

is neon still here?

“baby please—” she mewls, forcing his head into her hands, pressing a harsh kiss on his lips. he doesn’t even bother to look at her, his eyes are on you.

you’re wearing cherry chapstick. he could smell it this morning when he picked up his folders from you.

“good morning sir.” you’d said, “anything you need this morning?”

the answer was “yes. you.”

but instead he nodded.

neon finishes loudly, tugging on his hair and crying into his neck.

he wishes it were you.

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penisman420-69 · 4 years ago

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A gentle glow from the computer screen washes over the dark desk, colors flickering in rapid motion. The monitor whirs in self defense of the growing heat. The ceiling fan lays mockingly silent in the stifling air. Reclined in his seat, Dream's head is tilted back to watch the wooden slats for the slightest tremor.

Betrayal.

Beads of sweat collect near his hairline. He tugs absently on the sticky plastic of his headphones, where they rest around his neck. The small light on the exterior blinks green.

"Dream?" He hears George say faintly.

"Wait, did he leave?" Sapnap asks.

"It says he's on the call, still." George's voice slowly grows closer. Dream begins to detach his eyes from the fan. "Dream?"

The concern in his voice makes Dream sit up. He pushes his headphones back on and wipes his face. "Yes, yes, hello, sorry. I zoned out for a sec." He blinks to register what's on his screen, seeing green grass blocks and Sapnap's avatar crouching in front of him. "Shoot, did you end the stream?" He quickly tabs out just in time to see George laugh.

"No, but I'm about to. Couldn't end it without you saying bye," George says. The small considerate act is enough to bloom a warmth in Dream's chest.

He smiles. "Oh, alright. Bye stream!"

"Bye!" Sapnap yells.

George waves to the camera. "Bye you guys, thank you so much. Also, pray for Dream's air conditioning."

"And my broken fan," Dream adds.

"Bye bye," George repeats, then disappears from Dream's view. This stream has ended. A familiar feeling creeps into Dream's chest whenever that message appears post-stream; disappointment clouded with confusion. Today, it is accompanied by trickles of regret.

He frowns. "Sorry I spent so much of your stream complaining about the weather," he says, clicking back to the server. Sapnap has placed an oak sign before him that reads: wee waa dream can't take the heat. He rolls his eyes and breaks it.

"It's fine, really. I just feel bad for you," George says. His avatar bounds over and starts placing doors on the ground. "Any idea when it'll be fixed?"

"Soon, I hope," Dream answers with a huff, opening and closing the doors to appease George. "I don't think I can take much more of this." They'd been playing for the past three hours, meaning Dream had been accumulating enough sweat in his boxers to stick to his chair for much longer than any man should. Physical comfort was a key component for him to stay mellow, and not much could distract him from itchy tags and blistering heat. Not much, that is, besides gaming. "Seeing you was nice, though, something about your cheerful face distracts me from my agony," he confesses, words leaving his mouth before he can attempt to filter. He cringes. What was that?

"Oh my god, shut up," George says. He sounds embarrassed.

Sapnap coos. "Maybe I should stream with my camera on too."

Dream laughs, running away from the two of them to ease his sudden spike in nervousness. "That would keep my attention."

"Oh yeah, are my streams not interesting enough for you Dream?" George says, flying after him.

"What?" Dream says, feeling a pang of guilt. "What makes you think that? I love your streams."

George continues to act offended. "If you loved them you wouldn't zone out randomly."

"I didn't mean to," Dream whines, which only makes the other two laugh. "I just got distracted by my misery, and tried to airbend a breeze in here."

"Yeah right," Sapnap says, "you couldn't have been doing just that for ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" Dream repeats, bewildered. He didn't feel it had been that long; he was exploring the map and then clicked onto George's stream to see where he was, and of course George was smiling and yelling, but somehow so full of energy and spirit, and the hot air started to seep into Dream's soul—

"You were AFK for a while," George says, "we were still talking to you though and thought you'd muted yourself or something. Chat thought it was embarrassing."

"Oh," Dream says.

"Hold on, did you mean to mute yourself?" Sapnap asks, laughing as his own words leave his mouth. "Lil too excited watching George?"

Both Dream and George explode in disgusted yells. Good lord, Sapnap.

"Sapnap!" George sends a series of hits raining down onto his avatar. "You are so inappropriate off-stream."

"You're gross," Dream says with a laugh, but it's feeble and half-hearted. His pulse is rapidly drumming inside his skull. He is not lost to the strange dilemma of why he faded from their call for so long to stare at his George-less ceiling. Why did George have anything to do with it? Envy, perhaps, of his friend's ability to be wearing a hoodie in the middle of summer. He brushes it off. "It's true, though. George's face does get me excited."

George groans, making Sapnap and Dream laugh. "Now you're just trying to make me uncomfortable."

"Flustered, you mean," Dream inputs quickly.

"Okay, no, I'm sick of you two," George says, immediately exiting their server. "Consider this a rage quit."

GeorgeNotFound has left the game. Dream sends a :( into the chat.

"Noo, Georgie," Sapnap pleads.

"You did a great job today," Dream says, wholeheartedly. "I'm going to re-watch what I missed of it later." George laughs.

"I seriously have to go. I'll talk to you soon," he says, a small sound emitting from Discord signifying he's left the call.

The feeling returns to Dream's chest—it's akin to the cold rush that follows when he removes his hands from a steaming coffee mug. Some nights after their friends have logged off for good, he'll do anything to avoid giving in and going to bed. Twitter, mini-games, coding, creating playlists. His favorite nights, though, are when George wakes up early enough to keep him company. Their conversations radiate with the warmth of both the Florida night and the English sunrise.

So whenever George jokingly becomes angry with him, Dream can't dispel the tiny tremor of worry that maybe he's gone too far. He doesn't like to mull over the thought of them really fighting; it would terrify him like nothing else. He knows George will call again tomorrow, and that he isn't nearly as upset as he lets on. Yet he still finds himself carefully watching the dot next to George's name switch from green to a pale grey.

"I think I'm gonna hop off too," Dream says to Sapnap.

"Alright, seeya."

After disconnecting, he swivels around in his chair to face his bed. The dark comforter has been kicked to the floor, sheets askew. The window above his bed is shut tight to keep out the humid air and insects, but he can see the soft orange streetlights in the distance.

He sighs and wishes for rain.

He remembers running barefoot on his neighborhood streets as a child when storms would roll in from the sea, splashing in gravelly puddles and letting the cool raindrops dampen his hair. That space was always euphoric—a brief temperance from the smoldering air, green palm trees swaying in the wind, the hint of thunder and lightning—but it feels so far from him now. Especially in this dreadful weather.

He turns off his computer and begrudgingly gets in bed. He's nearly grown accustomed to the dark when his phone vibrates, the notification lighting up the room. He squints.

A text from George.

I feel like this song is a good way for me to get back at you, it reads. Dream clicks on the link, opening his Spotify to a new 'Glass Animals' song.

"Heat Waves," he responds, smiling. Very funny.

He'll listen to that in the morning. As he sets his phone back on the nightstand, Dream finds himself warmed by the gesture, even though it was an insult on his behalf. George is a thoughtful guy. Nothing wrong with appreciating that. Not that Dream finds it unnerving that interacting with George has a direct correlation with his general contentment and moods; in fact, it isn't worth the overthinking.

Settled by his own logic, he allows his body to focus on sleep. He slips in and out of shadows, occasionally tossing and turning in irritation at the cotton sheets. The fabric clings to his dampened skin up to the moment he sluggishly kicks it away. Something clatters to the floor, but Dream rolls onto his side.

Eventually, the night cools enough for him to sink deeper, and deeper, until he turns his head from his soft, warm pillow to a cold pile of sand.

Confused, he grasps at the foundation beneath him only for the rocky grains to slip through his fingers.

He sits up rapidly, glancing at the beach now surrounding him. Although the image is narrow, he can tell there is a murky-purple lagoon lapping a few feet before him. The moon ripples across its ominous surface. The night is quiet; a taunting breeze brushing the back of his neck and bringing chills down his spine.

He looks down at his hands, seeing his bright sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms. Bright green.

A sinking feeling begins to rot in his stomach as the familiarity sets in. He's been here before. He shifts his head cautiously, realizing where the shadows at the edge of his vision are coming from, and raises a hand to gently graze the ceramic covering his face. He doesn't need a mirror to know what the mask looks like.

He pulls up his hood, tensing as he anticipates the next subject he'll recognize. At any moment, behind his right shoulder, a voice will call from the edge of the trees that'll say—

"Dream?"

He freezes. That's—that's not right, it isn't supposed to be—

"George?" He asks quietly, turning around with caution. George stands a few feet behind him, goggles perched atop his head and an axe in his hand. He's looking around their location, dazed. The starry sky reflects itself on his lenses.

He walks across the sand towards Dream slowly. "Where...are we?"

"Um." Dream considers curling in on himself, but can't help fighting the comfort of honesty. "My head, I guess." He knows from experience that this place values integrity more than anything. Facing it head on, so to speak. He just doesn't know why he'd let George in here—it isn't safe.

"It's pretty," George says, sitting on the sand next to him.

Dream's heart aches faintly at his remark. Once, he'd thought it was pretty, too. He can't find the words to tell George that after so many years of frantically slipping on the sand, coughing up lung-fulls of the dark water, and running from the woods—it has become a thing of nightmares.

He stares at George. Can he feel the memories here?

"So this is..." George gestures around with his axe vaguely. "Florida?"

Dream cracks a smile. "Yeah, you finally made it," he teases softly. George's grin is bright enough to make him look away. "It's a lagoon I used to come to as a kid."

"You make it sound like that was lifetimes ago."

Something foreign and lost weighs on the tension in Dream's features, forgotten behind the ceramic. "Maybe," he says, "I've had multiple lives here."

George says nothing. He lifts a moon-soaked hand to point at the water. "Do you see those?"

Dream turns his head, and small glowing blobs appear near the shore. Their light blue color is stark against the darkness as they float idly.

"They're moon jellies," Dream says in disbelief. He's never seen them here before. The curling darkness steals all hint of life besides him, his beating heart, and occasional whispers in the wind.

George hums in approval. Dream looks at him again, grateful for the mask covering his own features. Pale moonlight makes George's skin glow a soft porcelain, pink lips pressed together in a delicate brush stroke.

The word bubbles up from deep in Dream's chest, winding into his bloodstream and landing gracefully in his head.

Beautiful.

He wants to back away from it, to shove it deep down. But for once, it feels safe here, safe to admit it to himself without needing an air of humor to skate by on. Here, it isn't a joke.

"Why are we here?" George asks in a murmur, gaze lifting to face Dream. The word here hangs with a heavy lilt, as if he'd meant to say, what brought me? Who pulled me?

Was it you?

In his large brown eyes Dream can see the faded reflection of his sloppy black and white smile.

"I know why I'm here," Dream says carefully, "but I don't know why you are." A brief rustling of leaves and twigs behind them causes him to tense again. "It's dangerous here, George. We should go."

"Why? Don't you want to stay in this memory?"

Dream ignores the comment, and lightly wraps an arm around his shoulders to help him up. George doesn't try to stand. He keeps them rooted to the white shore with a confused frown.

"Nothing is going to hurt us when I'm here," he says.

Dream feels his face grow hot. "Knock it off. This is serious."

George looks at him earnestly. "I'm being serious."

Now that his arm is draped protectively over George's small frame, Dream becomes extremely aware of how close they are. He can sense George's body heat, watch his chest rise and fall, see the goosebumps on his neck. Dream's heart begins to pound. For how long has he wanted to meet him? To hear his voice in person? The fear inside him slowly begins to ebb away into fondness.

The moon jellies rapidly multiply until the lagoon is dappled blue, and gleaming.

George grins. "I told you it's pretty."

"Because of you," Dream says warmly. Even though George rolls his eyes, he means it. They laugh lightly at each other, glowing water and gentle sparks blooming as the moment passes.

George's gaze lingers on Dream for a few heartbeats, before letting go of his axe. He raises his hand to reach for the ceramic mask.

Dream freezes as his eyes follow the motion. His hood falls when George runs his fingers gently through his wavy hair—he can't remember the last time he let someone do this. It feels intimate. It feels terrifying. His eyes shut when George finds the metal clasp on the back of his head, he exhales when he feels the weight of the mask drop from his face.

The breeze is cold on his cheeks. He can smell the nearby saltwater. He opens his eyes, and sees twice as many stars as usual.

"How did you do that? I've never..." He looks at George, who is smiling softly.

"I know honesty is important to you," George says. His hand moves to gently touch Dream's cheekbone.

Dream reaches and delicately takes George's hand in his, slender knuckles and fingers sliding together with timid grace. He feels alive. He leans closer, studying George's eyes until he slips down, further, to his soft lips. His breath is trembling.

"And what if I kissed you right now?" He murmurs, heart racing. "How honest would that be?"

George's eyes grow wide. "I—well, Dream—you—" he stammers, giving Dream exactly what he needs to let go.

Their movements happen nearly all at once—the inclining of George's jaw, the slide of Dream's hand into his hair, the connection of their lips. The kiss is raw with emotion, and gentle. Hot embers rise from Dream's chest to heat his face. The soft presence of George's mouth against his own is surreal, as their senses collectively slip away into the dreamland. His hand rises to softly cup George's jaw. He pulls his face closer, breath hot, heart stuttering. Nervous energy quickly ebbs into a strong hearth of longing, as he kisses George again, and again, and again. George emits a soft noise that makes Dream melt. He can feel George's hands in his hair, then on his neck, then on his chest.

Dream pulls away to capture brief puffs of air. His chest rises and falls rapidly, as he looks at George's flushed cheeks and mouth kissed red. Because of him. A low feeling stirs in the space just below his ribcage, the first flickering of a dangerously hot flame. All of it, all of George, just for him.

Dream parts his lips to say something, anything—and promptly wakes up.

I have heatwaves saved on my computer it doesn't phase me anymore I've read this several times you can't hurt me with this

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Not to be that person but if someone doesn't want to date anyone, for whatever reason, they don't have to, you're not discriminating against anyone because they happen to not be part of your dating pool as far as you respect their rights and identities

Bluuuuuuuuh okay so this may or may not be a longass post depending on how coherently I can translate the concept in my brain into English words, so apologies in advance.

Okay, so if a dude comes up to me and asks me out, I can say 'no thank you'. That's a thing I am 100% within my rights to do. It doesn't matter if I'm attracted to him or if I'm not attracted to him or if I think he smells bad and it turns me off, it's not important. I am allowed to say no to the king of France, I can say no to Joe Shmoe at the liquor store.

A step further is HOW I say no. Do I say, "no thank-you", or do I say, "ew, no, your face is gross"? One of these answers is polite and concise; the other, no matter how true to me, is something they're going to have to live with.

For the rest of their life, every romantic interest they pursue, they're going think of that person who told them they were too ugly, and they're going to be ashamed or insecure or embarrassed. Maybe they'll shrug it off eventually, but maybe they won't. Either way, is that the impression of yourself you want to leave on people?

Now the fun question: what if he's a trans guy?

Once again, you can say no. For any reason at all, you can say no. Maybe you aren't attracted to him, maybe he has bad breath, maybe you're new to the concept of gender identity and your fear of somehow fucking up and hurting him is getting in the way right now. For any of these reasons you can say no! But you DON'T GET TO MAKE IT THEIR PROBLEM.

Saying no-thanks to a trans woman because you aren't attracted to her? Totally fine.

Telling her "NO, I DON'T LIKE DICK"- that's real sweet. That's something she has to walk away with, now- every time she meets someone she likes and wants to get to know, that person's first thought is going to be about her genitals. She'll never be good enough for anyone because all anyone cares about is her junk.

You're not interested in a trans person? Cool, you don't have to be.

You're not interested in a trans person because you haven't made peace with the reality of trans identities? Obviously not great, but sure, take the time to figure things out.

You've never been interested in someone you knew to be trans, and announce "I NEVER WANT TO DATE A TRANS PERSON"? That's a different statement. That's saying, "There is one defining characteristic that makes all trans people the same, and it's something I find repulsive!" And- Surprise!- THAT is Transphobic. Which is, at it's barest bones- say it with me now- MAKING IT SOMEONE ELSE'S PROBLEM.

And imagine, if you will, dating a lady for a few weeks. She's clever, funny, beautiful, kind- you're head over heels for her, until the very first time you have sex, and you see her vagina. And you think to yourself, "that's an ugly vagina", and break up with her.

If that was a deal breaker for you? Who gives a shit. Some would say it's a bit shallow, but so.long as things break off amicably, life will move on without anybody getting hurt.

Same situation, but you tell her "I can't be with someone who has an ugly vagina!"... Jesus fucking Christ, my guy. What the Fuck. Why the fuck would you tell her that? What on earth made you think your personal aesthetic preferences were more important than her sense of self worth? You entitled jackass. Who died and made you Empirical Minister Of Visually Pleasing Hoo-Has? Why would you SAY that to someone??

Same situation, but she's trans. "This isn't working out for me"? Sure. "I don't know anything about this subject, I don't want to move forwards until I know more"? Hard, but not cruel. "Bye honey, shlongs gross me out"??? WHAT KIND DICKBAG ARE YOU????

And that's kind of what gets me on "Can I say I'm not attracted to genderfluid people?". Because, like... I'd never tell a lesbian, "oh, you aren't attracted to men? Have you met every man on the planet? Sure, sweetie" because, like... Cis men are men all the time. You're attracted to women, whatever. Cool.

But someone who DOES experience attraction to men tells me, "Oh, I'd never DATE one!"- Then I'm sketched out. Because, like.... Why? What do you think all men have in common? You didn't say you weren't attracted to them, just that you'd never date one.

"Oh, I could NEVER date a trans man!"... Why...? The only thing I can conclude is that you're boiling down everything they are to a set of genitals, at which point, fuck, they're probably happier without you.

And by the way, how often do you hear, "UGH, I could NEVER date a CIS woman"? Think about that one for a sec. How does that one feel to a cis lady? Probably pretty shitty. Imagine hearing that from someone you have a crush on. Do you feel outraged? Embarrassed? Maybe you feel disgusting, like someone you admire is repulsed by your body.

Fucking *Ouch,* huh?

SO. Easy rules for not being a dick:

1. If you want to turn someone down, you can, no matter what your reasons are. BUT YOU DO BOT HAVE TO SHARE THOSE REASONS.

2. Their hang-ups are not your responsibility, but YOURS AREN'T THEIRS, EITHER. DO NOT tell someone you can't date them because they look like your mom, just say no and move on! DO NOT tell someone you don't want to have sex because you think their feet are gross, just say no! DO NOT bring up someone's voice or hair or eyes or genitalia, JUST SAY NO! TELLING SOMEONE YOU LIKE THEM IS HARD. BE POLITE, MOTHER FUCKERS.

3. Maybe you're already dating someone you like, and you discover new information that you weren't expecting. Maybe they're trans, maybe they had a hysterectomy, maybe they have a tattoo or a kid or a criminal record, maybe they wear a wig or have a disability or have a rubber duck fetish. Whatever it is, it's an emotional topic and you need space to process. Good! Think things out! If that ends it for you, okay, but none of these things makes someone a bad person or an ugly person or unworthy of love! Don't make them feel that way. Again, your hangups are on you, not them.

4. The next time you go to say something like, "I'd never date a trans guy", or, "I'd never date a black girl", or, "I'd never date a disabled person"- Stop, and think about why you feel that way. What is it about this group of people that you don't like? Is it a real reason, or a stereotype? Is it an aesthetic reason, and if so, don't try to dismiss is as "that's just how I feel". There's a reason. Keep digging for that reason, and once you find it, figure out if it's a belief you want to hold onto. Always ask yourself "why?". Never let yourself fall into the belief that any group is worthy of wholesale dismissal.

5. Breathe. Stay calm. You're not a bad person. Society has programmed us with a lot of biases- it's not your fault you have them, but it isn't a free pass to remain ignorant and hurt others. Be gentle with yourself, but be willing to reflect on your feelings and behaviors and rein in the ones that are harmful. No matter your feelings, at least be kind. We're all trying our best, and we all just want to be loved. Keep that in mind.

Anyhow, that's just my two cents. I hope this wasn't too winding or rambly, I'm still working out my thoughts on the matter myself. Being genderfluid doesn't make me an expert on trans issues, and I certainly don't have the experience to speak further.

If there are any corrections to be made, please let me know. Always learning!

Please take care.

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