#I would like to formally apologize for the caption of this post

[notefellow]

eeeyikes!!! I better all-mighty axle arc my way out of this one!!!!!!!!!!!

[tsunomenom]

short king | yt22 smau

♡ summary: yuki hard launched over winter break but no one realized how tall you were till you’re photographed together in the melbourne paddock (essentially making the internet explode over your height difference & how cute your relationship is)

♡ pairing: yuki tsunoda x gf!reader

♡ warnings: none just fluff

♡ faceclaim: minnie mills

♡ a/n: this is a little short but i might post more of this pairing in the future (if that’s something you guys would want 🫣

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f1gossip

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f1gossip Yuki Tsunoda photographed with girlfriend, YN LN as they entered the VCARB motorhome today.

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user887 they’re adorable 🤧

user120 SHES TALL I REPEAT SHES TALL

user881 EVERYONES TALL TO YUKI 😭

user977 user881 that’s just cruel 😭

user98 THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE STFU-

user904 TALL QUEEN??

user654 TALL QUEEN 🤩

user021 THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 😭😭😩😩😩😩😩😩

user927 IVE DIED- THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE THE FITS THE BODY LANGUAGE— THEYRE ADORABLE 😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣

user565 paddock it couple??

user196 YESS

user225 obsessed with them 😭

user981 they’re like perfect for each other 😭😭🤧

—— twitter

replies —

user881 it’s f1’s tomdaya 😭

user002 as he should ‼️‼️

user765 tall gf x short bf is always a POWER COUPLE 😭

user923 HONESTLY

user454 IM OBSESSED WITH THEM 😭😭😭

user921 tall girl recognition is so special to me

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user981 OMG 😭

user102 THATS- 😭

user095 the fact she’s like short end of tall but still taller than him 💀

user410 i mean any taller would be crazyyyy 😭😭

user329 THATS LIKE A PERFECT HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 😭😭

user410 ITS LIKE GOALS FR

user923 quickly becoming my favorite couple 🫣🫣

user410 i fear im parasocial about them 🤧

user923 i’m actually their pet cat 🤧🤧

user991 IM OBSESSED 😭

—— instagram

yourusername

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yourusername aussie date night with my short king (i don’t think he’s that small guys 🤷‍♀️)

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user983 BYE NOT THE TINY YUKI 😭

yourusername no idea what you mean he looks reallyyy tall here 🤷‍♀️

user983 right you right my bad 😭

user107 MYY FAVORITE WAG 💀💀

avantika that’s CRUEL

yourusername 🫣😭

user990 THIS IS COUPLE GOALS GUYS ‼️‼️

user804 SHE SLAYYS

lola.tung LOOK AT YOUU 😍

yourusername ILY 🫶🏻

francisca.cgomes beautiful girl 😍

yourusername mwah mwah 🫶🏻🫶🏻

yukitsunoda0511 YOURE SO 😍😝

yourusername AW POOKIE 🤭🤭

yukitsunoda0511 YN 😭 WTF

yourusername whaaa what happened 🤷‍♀️

yukitsunoda0511 😭😭

user021 TINY YUKI 😭😭😭

user103 YUKI WAS EVEN SHOCKED 😭

user978 he got caught up in how hot his gf is 😭😭💀💀

lando can’t believe you’d do him like that 🙂‍↔️

yourusername whaaat he’s a short king ☹️☺️

user299 yourusername bye that’s iconic 😭😭😭

danielricciardo see i know you edited that photo yuki isn’t that tall ☝️

yourusername you got me 🫤😔

yukitsunoda0511 i’m being bullied.

user765 YN quickly becoming everyone’s favorite wag:

user067 wow yuki is way taller in that photo! great picture angles queen! ♥︎ by author

lilymhe you’re actually my favorite person ever 😭😭

yourusername i’m flattered omg 🤭

—— yourusername instagram story

caption 1 i’ve been told by an unnamed source (yuki) that i need to apologize for bullying him on the internet (consider the next slide my formal apology) caption 2: my SINCEREST apologies to my sweet sweet tiny little baby pookie

replies—

yukitsunoda0511 this doesn’t feel like an apology 🤨

➥ yourusername oh! that’s because it’s not hope this helps ☺️

➥ yukitsunoda0511 that’s just cruel treating your short king bf this way 🙂‍↔️

➥ yourusername the internet started it i’m just fueling the fans 🤭

➥ yukitsunoda0511 MENACE 😭

➥ yourusername i love you too 😚

➥ yukitsunoda0511 🥲 i love you (even though you’re a bully)

user992 NEVER CHANGE QUEEN 😭

user021 THE MEMES 😭😭😭

user192 this is so gen z i love it💀💀

lilymhe BYE 😭😭😭😭

avantika formula one fans don’t know how unhinged you are yet 😭

➥ yourusername they’re learning so very slowly 😭😭😭

user876 my favorite f1 couple BY FAR 😭😭😭😭😭

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yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511 my tall girl dump 🩵

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user985 STOPPP 😣😭

user765 me thinking this was a cute dump until i got to the last slide: 🥲

pierregasly EVIL 😭😭

yukitsunoda0511 this is revenge‼️

user525 I CANT 😭 THEY HAVE THE SAME SENSE OF HUMOR

user945 we better continue getting embarrassing photos of them both cause this is iconic 😭😭😭

yourusername YUKI WTF 😭

yukitsunoda0511 whaaaa my finger must’ve slipped 🤷‍♂️

yourusername I CANT STAND YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

lilymhe BABY YN 😭😭

yourusername i was the same height as yuki is now

yukitsunoda0511 yourusername WTF

isackhadjar despite the last photo this is actually a very cute post 😭

user917 the fact they can joke with each other like this is what makes them goals 😭😭

user876 the height difference also helps

user917 that it does.

user673 YN WAS ADORABLE AS A KID 😭😭

user826 couple goals 😭😭

user918 super parasocial rn 🥲🥲

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yourusername

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yourusername that’s a wrap on melbourne!! was gonna do a cute lil dump but realized i already posted like every photo i took so enjoy the only one no one posted 🤷‍♀️😚

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avantika too chronically online to save photos for a dump 💀

yourusername shhh don’t call me out im supposed to be cool and mysterious 👀👀

user914 CUTIES 😭😭

user376 tomdaya of f1 ‼️

user995 short king x tall queen 😝

lilymhe had so much fun!! can’t wait till next time😚

yourusername mwah you’re the best 🫶🏻🫶🏻

francisca.cgomes best person to wander around the paddock with!

yourusername love ya kiks 🫶🏻

user934 this is the cutest 😭😭

user109 her little grin theyre so in looooove 😭😭😭😭

user522 PADDOCK IT COUPLE ‼️

user876 POINTS FOR YUKI!!! YUKI DOMINATION ‼️‼️‼️

user995 YUKI DOMINATION ‼️

yukitsunoda0511 i love you sm 🩵 thank you for being my lucky charm this weekend and for always supporting me 🙃

yourusername i love you so much yuki and im always your biggest fan 🥹🥲🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[tux1i]

I haven't posted in weeks how busy I am in college and I force my motivation to do this in order to yeah gain audience of my own ^^ so please be patient with me if your willing to see more content, really I apologize how I haven't posted anything till now.

no, I don't play forsaken nor even to enter the community how I'm very aware that ""SOME"" of the fans of the community of the forsaken game roblox has weird stuff I have seen that im not comfortable with. I simply want to draw him with my mascot since,

1. two of them look formal/fancy

2. they have bunnies of their own lol.

I imagine them as friends or old college friends reunion times. (you can pair with them if you please so, I don't mind)

last picture was my Cookie Run OC/AU if you're not familiar of, (You can go to my old post to see what he looks like and more info there in the caption) Tux and Caprice are just friends and pretty much they do stuff together, bonding meeting other people and fun adventures.

I'm open for request (questions or yeah ask)

Here's some Caprice and Tux content

The scrap idea was Caprice introducing you to Tux.

Although Tux would try to eat you, he likes sweets.

[ghoulsbian]

May I request some Hairu headcanons?

you may!! and, i apologize for being so late to this. thank you so much for the ask. hairu is not a character i'm 100% confident in my analysis of & ability to create in-character headcanons for, so i will try my very best. feel free to disagree with anything i may list!!

hairu really likes melon bread. this is something we know about her. that being said, i think that she once attempted to make her own. a strong, sort of related, headcanon i have is that a lot of the sunlit garden kids are not..... the best at cooking. i don't think they were ever taught how to do it because they had distinct and clear purposes based off of species, that did not include knowing how to cook. i think hairu's kitchenette looked like a warzone post-melon-bread-making. the bread came out both burnt in some places and raw in others. she found the end result very discouraging and had to take an hour or two to sulk before she could muster up the will to start cleaning up her mess. she definitely sent ui pictures of the poorly cooked bread, and the mess of her kitchen.

i view her and saiko as being friends. not super close friends, but friends. there's some sort of social barrier between the two of them that prevents them from ever having deep conversations. hairu is too used to being around older people and the hyper-maturity required by the CCG when addressing serious topics, as well as her feelings about her upbringing having to be stifled. saiko is too used to shielding herself from feeling her negative feelings about her life and the world around her with humor. that's not to say their friendship holds no depth, though. most of their conversations take place over text, and are usually started by one sending a photo or video. the photos and videos are frequently something like a meme, or an unflattering photo of a colleague, or a video of something humorous happening around the chateau or CCG building. but, sometimes, it's a something one of the girls sent to each other with the caption "this reminded me of you." these are the moments when the depths of their friendship are displayed. these can be anything from a stuffed animal, or a flower, or some food, or an animal, etc. for saiko they are usually blue and for hairu they are usually pink.

hairu is canonically the only woman investigator who wears pants. i think that she explicitly despises skirts and dresses. she doesn't even wear them for formal events, she wears a pantsuit. i think it's in part a personal comfort thing, and also a protest against the expectations put on her. skirts aren't required, but as an investigator who is a woman, you get a lot of dirty looks for not following something that "isn't required." the looks have never bothered her because she's certain of who she is and what power she holds, she's honestly sort of cocky. she likes how her cockiness and confidence in her abilities makes men in their field uncomfortable. her personal style is still pretty feminine, just she only wears pants and shorts as bottoms.

she has a tendency to bite her nails when deep in focus. like, when she's typing up a report or reading through a file. hairu also kind of sits weird at her desk when focusing too, she sort of slouches and has her left leg bent up with her heel resting on the edge of her chair. when reading, her left arm hugs her bent knee, but when she's typing, it's outstretched. to combat the nail-biting, she puts clear polish on them. the slouchy posture makes her back hurt sometimes, so to combat that she wears a compression(?) garment to give more posture support when she's in for any length of time at her desk/computer.

this one is super random, but i think that if she weren't born into the sunlit garden and never had to become an investigator (or if this was an AU with no ghouls at all), she would be a surgeon. i'm not too sure of what field she'd use her skills for, but i can definitely see surgery as something she'd want to do. i kinda feel like hairu is someone who has a great appreciation for human anatomy and the way bodily systems function. going back to just her canon positioning in the story, i headcanon that anatomy and physiology is something she was very interested in when she was younger. perhaps i am saying she is autistic and it's a special interest she's had since childhood. no one really knows of this part of her, she usually packs it away very deeply. the only real time it's displayed is when someone says something that sort of makes her ears perk up and triggers an, often times morbid, tangent about the human or ghoul body. most find it off-putting, but there's a real sparkle in her eye when she's explaining these things that's undeniable.

hairu has the opposite of a green thumb. she can accidentally kill any plant, no matter how difficult it's supposed to be to do so. though i think she's in complete denial of it. like, deep down she knows this about herself, but she finds herself buying a new plant here and there because "this one will be different." her denial sometimes extends to her even keeping the dead plants around because she thinks she can possibly rejuvenate them. subconsciously, she perhaps projects her own feelings onto the plants. the plants represent her hope to attain a life not laid out by her birth, and her care of the plant is how she does all she can to nurture it, but it just ends up dying anyways, kinda like how her daydreaming of a different life always gets shot down when the reality of her situation sets in. idk.

obligatory sexuality and gender headcanon: i view her as being bi with a preference for men, and also somewhere on the aromantic spectrum. perhaps cupioromantic? orrr bellusromantic? idk i saw this post a while ago and really liked those labels for her. as for her gender, i think she identifies as a cis girl but the TV Might Be Glowing if you know what i mean. she kinda has the mindset of that one tweet that's like "i'm probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn." she sort of enjoys the idea of all pronouns being used for herself but she isn't sure of how she can communicate it with others. it feels forbidden to her due to her birthplace & upbringing. i also think she would make an excellent drag king, and she sort of watches videos of drag kings when alone at her apartment Thinking about how she wishes she could do that.

i hope these were good!! <333

[deezbutz28]

kaleidoscope

a/n: hi hi!!! i'm backk. this is loosely based off of my own personal situationship BUT i'm writing on how i wished it turned out LOLOL.

this is part two to sweet venom!! (plz go check it out if you haven't yet!!)

wc: 1.9k

tags: angst, fluff, mad situationship

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you are so so so grateful that the dreadful school activity you and taehyun shared is finally over. your friends could see how relieved you were, often saying, "was it really that bad? you guys barely saw each other."

yes it was that bad. during that time while trying to avoid him, you often wished that he would go up and talk to you. trying to start over or at least apologize for ghosting you. but that didn't happen, and you are finally ready to just let him go.

but of course, the world never works that way. about a month later, you and your friends were at your school formal. you had worn a dress that was a bit out of your comfort zone, but your friends were there to hype you up.

to no one's surprise taehyun and his group of friends were there as well. you kept your distance as much as possible, but every so often you look for him in the crowd. almost every single time you looked, he was already looking at you. makes letting go 10x harder, great...

but you don't dare go up to him, if he wants to talk he will have to go up to you himself. does he go up to you? nope. so after and hour or two at the dance you decide to finally head home.

you shower and get ready for bed, but you find yourself spacing out. wondering what was going on inside taehyun's head.

a few days after posting about formal, a notification pops on your screen. its a dm... from taehyun...

you ponder on whether you should open it or not. unsure on what he might send or say, or more importantly if he would be different from now on.

you open it the day after he sends it. the post he sent was a meme of a squirrel in the forest with the caption being, "how life feels when you..." (a/n idk what to put for it but just imagine it being something stupid XD)

you scoff reading his message, because the boy literally ghosted you. even when you were talking he would refuse to even glance your way.

so you take the easy route on approaching the situation.

y/n: ??????

kangtaehyun: so, i might have made a mistake...

y/n: did you send this to the wrong person? because i think you did.

you were upset and now you aren't going to hold back from expressing your anger.

kangtaehyun: ouch.

kangtaehyun: please, can we talk in person? i want to clear things up.

y/n: fine. i'm free tomorrow.

so you and taehyun will finally acknowledge each other in person. it only took like five months but you know better late then never, right?

you and taehyun decide to meet up at the local coffee shop. you decided on wearing some baggy jeans and a nice sweater. not wanting to seem like you are trying to hard (even tho you are).

you arrive after him, and you spot him at one of the comfy booths. he looks nervous. like bouncing his leg and running his hand through his hair and semi pale type of nervous. but, he looks good. taehyun is dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a brown jacket. it is crazy how his outfit seems to somewhat match with yours.

after gawking at him through the window, you decide to walk in. as the bell rings, taehyun immediately looks up and walks towards you.

"hey! thank you for meeting with me," taehyun's voice wavers a bit as he talks to you. definitely proving that he is indeed very nervous. "what do you want to drink? i'll buy!"

you greet him back and tell him your order. you make your way to where his stuff was. as he stands in line, you try to prepare yourself for the conversation ahead. constantly chanting in your head that you won't be a pushover.

he makes his way to the table with your drink, and sits in the chair in front of you. immediately you thank him, and laugh shyly about how awkward this will be.

taehyun coughs a little, and decides to speak up.

"i'm sure you're wondering why i asked you to come here. but, i'm just going to say it... i fucked up big time, and i'm sorry for being such a dick." taehyun says rubbing the back of his neck.

you start to say something when he interupts. "please let me finish. i've been thinking on what to say to you since i snapped at you at the school activity. please, i really am sorry. i had just been a tad jealous when i saw you talking to beomgyu. so, i just snapped and i was out of place. and when i saw you at the dance having fun, i realized that i can't leave things the way i left them. i understand if you are still upset with me and don't want to patch things up i completely get it. i just wanted you to know how i've felt."

you collected your thoughts for a moment before speaking. "wow... um you know that when you ghosted me i was really really hurt. i so badly wanted to talk to you in person, but i figured since you did ghost me, you wanted all ties cut. since then i've grown up a bit. i realized that people just drift apart and i thought that was happening to us. i enjoyed texting you all the time in the summer, i considered you one of my closest friends... when you ignored me in person, i was so confused, why--" your voice began to crack as you tried to finish your sentence.

taehyun immediately tries reaching for your hand, but retracts it. realizing that he should respect your boundaries.

he starts, "i'm sorry i made you feel that way. it's just that... you make me so nervous. you are a person that everyone looks up to and i just was scared that i'd embarrass myself in front of you. so, that's why i would talk to you online constantly, because i could be bold." taehyun glances at your hands again and slowly inches his hands closer to yours. seeing if you would accept his gesture. after a moment of looking at you in your eyes you hold his hand slightly.

"y/n i am so sorry for ignoring you in person. i had just been so scared that you would think i'm weird or that by talking to me in person, you would want end our friendship." he gives your hand a slight squeeze.

as you start speaking, you start playing with the ring on taehyun's hand. fiddling with things while you were nervous was a common thing for you. "you know i'm not a rude person right? i wouldn't have ended our-" you gulp, "friendship over something stupid like that right? the reason why i kept talking to you is because i like how goofy and weird you are. i understand completely about being nervous. i was always so scared to approach you in person because you might think i'm socially awkward." you end your sentence with a slight giggle.

taehyun also giggles a little and his cheeks start to redden as he looks down at your fingers playing with his ring. "i know that one asshole said you were socially awkward, but that doesn't mean you are. in fact, i don't see where he got that at all."

you sigh a bit, "thanks taehyun. if you don't mind me asking, why did you reach out to me a few days ago?"

taehyun's knees began jittering nervously. "when i saw you at the dance, i realized that i needed to make things right and apologize."

you squeeze taehyun's hands, "i accept your apology, but please please please don't ever do that to me again." you say while smiling.

taehyun smiles ear to ear, and asks, "so we're good again?"

you nod your head as taehyun stands up.

"what are you doing?" you question the boys antics.

"in the summer, you said you've always wanted to go ice skating... do you want to go?"

"hmmm... yes!"

taehyun holds your hand as you walk out of the coffee shop. you and taehyun decide to walk to the rink since it is only a five minute walk. on your way to the rink you miss the way that taehyun stares at you admiring the downtown area.

his hands fit perfectly with yours. and once you guys arrive at the rink you both get confused as a couple. the man at the counter greets you two, and says "you guys came at a perfect time! couples skate just started a few minutes ago!"

taehyun asks if you're still comfortable with skating, and you nod your head in approval.

as you get your skates, taehyun takes your skates in hand and offers to put them on for you. "oh tae, you don't have to do that!" you whisper shyly.

he starts removing your shoes and says, "it's the least i could do, and besides i don't mind!" he looks up at you with red cheeks and a shy smile.

it turn out you and taehyun are horrible skaters. you guys could only move on the ice if you were grasping onto each other for dear life. that only lasted about thirty minutes on the ice before you both decided that you might end up with broken bones if you continue any longer.

you walk out of the rink hand in hand. as you realize that it is starting to get darker outside. taehyun stops a few feet in front of your car, and you only look up at him in confusion. "what's up tae?" you question the brown haired boy.

"y/n, i get it if you don't like what i'm about to say... but, i like you. in the romantic way. i have since the first night i started talking to you, i am so upset that i handled our friendship poorly. but, like you, i have grown up a bit and i've realized that i should've treated you differently. and if you don't feel the same way i totally get it, but i just needed to tell you. and i promise i won't fuck it up this time."

you comprehend what he said till you decide to speak up.

"you know tae, when we first started talking i really enjoyed talking to you as a friend... but as we talked more often, i realized that i was developing a crush on you. and when we stopped talking, i was so upset that i had let myself fall for you that easily. but, honestly those feelings never left... so, i also like you. in the romantic way of course." you end your sentence by giving taehyun's hand a squeeze.

"really? thank goodness you scared me at first. i thought i fucked up again. i was so worried--" you interupt taehyun with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"you're cute when you ramble... i'll see you at school tomorrow, okay? don't be a stangerrrr!" you say as you open your car door.

taehyun stands there in shock, while waving at you as you are reversing out of the parking spot.

oh you are so excited for what's to come.

a/n: so basically none of that happened to me in real life lol. but if you made this far plz plz reblog and heart this story. and let me know if i should write something else. xoxo

thank u to @taehyunsluvr and @lenasvoid for commenting on sweet venom and giving me inspo to finish this lol

[fumimiii]

fumi!

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[thereluctanthousewife]

Why Hire Me

Whenever I get asked this question during interviews or employment forms, I never know what to say. Though I can be counted on to market items I've tried and tested, or believe in, I can't do the same for myself. I usually end up relying on co-worker/supervisor testimonials, allowing their words to speak on my behalf.

Perhaps this is cultural. I was never raised to toot my own horn - to the point that when I told my mother I'm posting a photo of my daughter with the caption, "My Beauty." She asked, "you're really going to say that?"

I'm currently deep into job hunting, and it's not going well. Competition is fierce, and they prioritize citizens who've studied and worked here, which is completely understandable.

But the next time I'm asked this question, I will answer honestly with a story.

When I used to work for my last formal employer, I prided myself on my ability to perform and get things done.

At the time of this story, we just got a new content manager, and we were orienting her on the projects that we're under. It just so happened that I was handling three. These three fell into my lap - one was assigned to me by our project manager, one because I've been specializing in this course area, and the other... I don't even remember. It could have been something not work-related, like the Christmas party.

Now, one thing you need to know about me. I plan. I organize my day. When I get courses to write, I research and try to fill it in to the best of my ability even before my consults so that I'm not fumbling. For me, this method was more efficient.

Because of this, I've volunteered for last-minute consults, but only when I know I have time to prepare.

This particular afternoon, she called me from her mobile. I used to work for her as a freelancer, so she had my personal number. I remember hearing her huff and puff as she was catching the train line home.

In no uncertain terms, she told me not to be "an eager beaver." Again, I was raised to apologize first and reflect later. I said, "Oh, okay." In the back of my mind, I vaguely remember one of my colleagues asking something on the group chat. I figured I answered it far too quickly? I couldn't fathom what I did to solicit such feedback.

When the convo ended, I read the group chat and realized I didn't answer any question at all. I didn't even respond to someone's request for support because I had no capacity that day.

I'll be honest - being called "eager beaver" and being told not to be one affected me. I'd always worked hard, and I've done it so our team can finish our projects more quickly. For example, we slogged through 600+ website pages during our analysis project. I took what I was assigned and did more. We all had different commitments and different capacities. I had nothing on my plate, and I was capable of doing more.

If you were in my shoes, would you do nothing? Or would you analyze more pages so that your team finishes and can move on to the next phase?

For a few days, I kept my head down - my confidence sorely diminished. I don't believe I've stepped on anyone's toes. I know my lane, and I don't volunteer to do anything I'm not good at. I understand we have different strengths, and I know mine.

Or I thought I did.

I shared how I was feeling with a few people in my team, and they told me they didn't see what I was doing as anything bad. I was worried that they thought I was being a work-hog, and that's something I'd never want to do.

They told me what we were doing at the time was tedious, and they appreciated my tenacity in working through so many pages, so we can all move on.

After some soul searching, I realized that it's not my responsibility to dim my fire to make someone else feel good. Especially when my intention was good. Sometimes, I know I care too much.

I invest too much energy, too much effort with little return. For the most part, I'm okay with this. It's a fact I've accepted because it's been true both at work and in my personal life.

For example, you meet a friend and you appreciate the friendship so much more than they do.

When I was younger, this used to bum me out. I'd be depressed about it because I care so much. Now, I still care, but I limit the investment to what's welcomed and appreciated. This way, there's no resentments and I also don't burn myself out. I put all that energy into people who deserve and appreciate it.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate my team in my old job. They are some of the best people I've had the privilege to know. I would have gone through the entire 600 website pages if it meant helping them.

I decided that my loyalty to my team trumped her comments. I was not the manager, and I didn't have the visibility over everyone's capacities. But I knew that people wouldn't ask for help if they didn't need it.

If I have the answers, I try to share them. I remember how it was when I was the one asking all the questions.

If I don't have the answers, and there are plenty of those times, I still pay attention because I know I'll learn something new from someone else.

My manager's comment affected me, but it didn't stop me. I have no control over how others perceive me, so I might as well be myself.

I'm the eager beaver. I love to learn and I love asking questions. If that's a negative for you, then I'm not a good fit for your company. But if you appreciate that, then that's why you should hire me.

[ingek73]

GB News suspends Dan Wootton after Laurence Fox’s remarks on show

Broadcaster says it is conducting full investigation after also suspending Fox

GB News has suspended the presenters Dan Wootton and Laurence Fox as the channel struggles to contain the fallout after misogynistic comments made on Wootton’s show.

The rightwing news channel said on Wednesday: “GB News has suspended Dan Wootton following comments made on his programme by Laurence Fox last night. This follows our decision earlier today to formally suspend Mr Fox. We are conducting a full investigation.”

GB News has refused repeatedly to investigate Wootton over separate, unrelated, allegations that he used the pseudonym Martin Branning to send sexually explicit messages to former colleagues.

Wootton, 40, is already facing investigations by both MailOnline, which has suspended him, and his former employers at News UK over these historical claims. As a result he is now being investigated by three separate media groups over a variety of issues.

The latest scandal began on Tuesday evening when Fox appeared on the Dan Wootton Tonight programme on GB News to discuss comments made by the political journalist Ava Evans about men’s mental health.

Rather than focus on her arguments, Fox instead used his time to discuss the journalist’s appearance and explain why he would ignore her in a bar.

He called Evans a “little woman” and went on to say: “Show me a single self-respecting man that would like to climb into bed with that woman ever, ever, who wasn’t an incel.

“We need powerful, strong amazing women who make great points for themselves. We don’t need these sort of feminist 4.0. They’re pathetic and embarrassing. Who’d want to shag that?”

As both Fox and Wootton laughed, Fox added: “Sorry, it’s true though.”

Evans, who posted the clip of the segment on X – the social media site formerly known as Twitter – after it aired, said the comments had made her feel “physically sick”.

On Wednesday Evans said she had received an apology from GB News.

“It was an email from the editor – a very gracious email – basically telling me that what Fox said was not representative of the rest of the GB News outfit,” she told the BBC Newscast podcast.

“That’s actually probably the best apology I could have gotten. Honestly, not to cast doubt on our media landscape, but I didn’t actually think anything was going to happen.

“I don’t want to say I’m pleased by it. I just think that’s probably the best outcome I could have hoped for.”

Evans added that she had received threats in a “really nasty” past 24 hours.

During the discussion on Tuesday, Wootton could be seen smirking, although he did attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere before concluding: “And she’s a very beautiful woman, Laurence, very beautiful woman.”

Afterwards, following a social media backlash, Wootton issued an apology and insisted he was laughing only out of shock at Fox’s comments.

He said: “Having looked at the footage, I can see how inappropriate my reaction to his totally unacceptable remarks appears to be and want to be clear that I was in no way amused by the comments … I should have intervened immediately to challenge offensive and misogynistic remarks.”

'This is a network problem': GB News used her as a 'vehicle for content', says Ava Santina

Fox, also a presenter on GB News, was suspended by the channel on Wednesday morning after politicians and fellow GB News staff expressed their disgust at his comments.

Fox, 45, then turned his fire on Wootton, suggesting his apology and justification for the laughter were not sincere.

Fox shared a screengrab of a private Twitter conversation from just after the broadcast, captioned with the words “Honesty is the best policy”, that appeared to show Wootton posting a number of laughing emojis in response Fox’s comments about Evans.

It is rare for the rightwing GB News channel, which has encountered many controversies and multiple regulatory inquiries during its short existence, to issue an apology.

The media regulator, Ofcom, which has struggled to deal with GB News pushing the boundaries of British TV regulation, said it was urgently looking into a large number of complaints about Fox’s comments.

The media regulator has six separate investigations into GB News still going, with the channel already found to have breached the broadcasting code on three different occasions within the last year.

GB News has close links to the Conservative government, receiving preferential access to ministers and spending hundreds of thousands of pounds a year employing Tory MPs as presenters.

Wootton and Fox’s comments could also cause a headache for Paul Marshall, the hedge fund billionaire who provides much of the financial backing for GB News.

He is putting together a bid to buy the Daily Telegraph but could face challenges if he is not considered an appropriate buyer for the title due to the conduct of his other media businesses.

Lucy Frazer, the culture secretary, said Fox’s comments were “inappropriate and unacceptable”, while her Labour opposite number, Thangam Debbonaire, put the episode in the context of society-wide misogyny.

She said: “Last night’s woman-hating on air has hit a new low. Might want to ask why a national broadcaster would want to keep this man on air. Women are mighty and we will never let voices like this silence us.”

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[synapticconstruction]

Imagine being the last remaining unicorn lol

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

[bayleaf-2]

Drew some art of the progression of Lyra's feelings about Ioun

But it's like 11 PM and I should sleep so I'm gonna post the art and make barebones captions/context, go to bed, and might just remake the post if i wake up, look at it, and go "voci. voci...voci thats not enough buddy"

With that in mind!

This is when Ioun apologized to Lyra after they were resurrected (they died in the Zehir fight) and (in my mind) the start of Lyra having. A closer relationship with her, or seeing her as more than just. (Because we legally cannot call Ioun our boss) the person in charge, hense why it's labeled "beginning." Their thoughts in that moment are general feelings of appreciation, surprise, and relief. Debated putting warmth in there as well. Probably too soon. Maybe. Idk!

Transcript: Lyra's dialogue reads "Tough!" which is what they said to the goddess of prosperity trying to offer them deals. Description reads "Loyalty to Ioun after she apologized."

Ioun apologizing combined with Emily inviting Lyra to stay with her once all of this was over (AUUUUUUUGH) pulled Lyra out of their mortality crisis, hence the design change! They're wearing old (aka Elion's) earrings and actually put effort into styling their hair :)

Transcript of the bottom one: Nerd <3 "I love her" (Connotation: I just think Ioun's neat :) ) "I need to apologize to her if we fail"

Nerd refers to this being the time where Lyra starts researching and interacting with the library. "I just think she's neat" is a reference to that one Marge meme. Point being the "I love her" is a casual declaration with no deeper feelings attached. "I need to apologize to her if we fail" is referencing this:

Now a disclaimer on that: I wrote that months ago and while the og idea still holds in that I was planning on doing it, I would absolutely tweak the wording now. Also that's from my writing server so the wording is mostly for me. in terms of what "today" and "everyone else didnt follow orders" means I think that was the Tiamat fight? Timing indicates it's Tiamat. I do not know what "orders" past Voci is referencing. It might be the deals thing. ANYWAY!!

General summary for that point: Closer but still not quite friends. That being said Lyra's more cheery around Ioun and seeking out talking to her just cause.

Transcript: Lyra thinking to themself "God I love her she's so cool" Description reads "Whale convo, which is almost directly post Vecna" (So Lyra is thinking that as Ioun's talking to them) and then the bottom one starts with "After Ioun leaves and they're just thinking" Lyra's thought reads "...Oh." with the description "Means [I love her] in a different way than before"

Squish! :) Congrats lil guy! You love her and now you gotta hide your feelings so you don't pressure her because that'd be really fucked up of you! Yeah that includes your thoughts! Good luck suppressing those! (HE FAILS. HE SLIPS UP SO MUCH I'M DYING TO TAKE PROPER NOTES ABOUT THAT SHIT YOU HAVE NO IDEA)

"Voci why is the 4th heart in the scale grey instead of black in the top one" Uhhh I'm not sure. I think it has to do with Lyra not really knowing what their feelings are?? Like it's vague and then once they're actually reflecting on it, they realize it's something more than just thinking Ioun's neat. Btw it's not clear in this shitty photo but Lyra is blushing.

Transcript: Ioun saying "I do care, by the way." Lyra verbally keysmashing in response, which is cut off by the tiny tiny page. Description reads "right after the trial".

We had a trial where Emily was trying to make a case about the wording of the curse so we wouldn't have to kill her and only temporarily banish her (and Ioun. And possibly the Raven Queen. And anyone else who ascended) outside of reality. It was a really formal court though so everyone was in like. Proper boring formal wear and Lyra went the safe route of going in a suit yes I know that collar looks scribbly I was drawing in front of a campfire okay

I??? This is hard to describe, but by this point, Lyra's feelings are deeper, like they weren't...flustered by Ioun before, at least not to the same extent, and now they are, if that makes sense. I hesitate to say their feelings got? Deeper or more intense, because the timing makes this extremely fucky. And also feels like I'm in the danger zone in terms of possibly using aphobic wording. So I'm just gonna hold off for now.

And there's another art I drew of. The dream conversation where Ioun and Lyra ended up holding hands for an enTIRE FUCKING HOUR but it wasn't finished and I think? That moment kind of speaks for itself? So I'll just. Leave that there and sleep now gn <3

Again apologies if huge chunks of this don't make sense this is one of those moments where the hyperfixation is just Taking the God Damn Reins and I Have To Show People This

[hintofelation99]

Batfam Headcanons

Social Media Edition

Dick Grayson

Makes thirst traps on tiktok and posts videos of himself being all flippy and shit w/ the caption “still got it #circusbrat” way too often

Loves challenging gender norms with his fashion choices and bc of that he’s like a ditzy Gotham version of Harry Styles

He’s adored by the she’s, they’s, and gays

Most likely to post baby photos of the fam

Is never on social media the week of the anniversary of his parents death, it’s not a conscious decision he’s just rlly contemplative during that time

V vocal about social issues and encourages his brothers to be vocal as well

Has posted vids of him doing dumb dance routines with Babs

Has a video of himself ranking cereals w Alfred in the back looking disappointed

Jason Todd

No one knows who this person is, all his accounts are anonymous

They just know this one account posts a lot of pictures of Wayne manor and the Wayne family

Some theories: he’s the Wayne’s publicist, he’s an assistant, he’s a manager, a close family friend, the ghost of that one Wayne that died

That last theory is considered v insensitive and a lot of ppl get mad when it’s mentioned

There is a buzzfeed unsolved on the death of Jason Todd

There’s also a buzzfeed unsolved on the disappearance of the second robin

Jason has made up several conspiracies about his own death using separate accounts, these theories have become the most popular

Jason constantly leaks dumb stories about the fam to the press, most are untrue

Ex: “Dick Grayson is madly in love with the vigilante known as Nightwing!” “Tim Drake is missing several organs?!” “Damian Wayne sleeps with a nightlight”

They did an interview w/ a lie detector and tried to deny the stories... they all failed

Tim Drake

There are accounts that just post pics or vids of Tim falling asleep in random places

Half the time he’s in the weirdest positions

He’s considered the ultimate example of gen z

Soft boi ™

Does charity twitch streams

These streams often include Connor so now the internet is obsessed with their relationship

He has a YouTube channel just for fun and uploads about monthly, more often if he’s with Connor

Twitter crashed after he posted “my boyfriend does my make up” with Connor

He constantly posts conspiracy theories and eat the rich memes

One time he tweeted “Eat the rich” and Connor replied “if you insist 😏”

That interaction got them both banned from social media from a week and started #daddywayne trending (in response to Bruce’s parenting)

Damian Wayne

Posts v rarely and mainly formal updates that the family is required to do

Bc of this his most recent tweets are:

“The Wayne family is shocked and disturbed by recent allegations. While it is publicly known that the Wayne children have a rocky history with Lex Luthor, the belief that they would spray paint “Lex Luthor Sucks” on his Ferrari 250 GTO is preposterous. The Wayne children would never spray paint such a childish phrase, IF we did vandalize an expensive vehicle our phrasing would be much wittier”

“The Wayne family would like to publicly state that we do not consider Timothy Drake to be the “smart one”. Drake is an absolute imbecile”

“I apologize for calling Timothy Drake an imbecile and am no longer able to use the phrase “the Wayne family” without first getting the statement approved by Dick Grayson”

Damian does have a tiktok where he posts videos of his pets, he’s v proud of the accounts popularity and credits it all to his pets being the best bois

The account is actually popular bc seeing the formal, sorta bratty Damian Wayne acting like a normal kid is adorable

The most popular video is one Dick took of Damian yelling at Tim and being super angry. He looks hella angry as he sits on the couch, puts his head on the armrest, and pouts when suddenly Titus comes into view. Titus starts nuzzling Damians face and Damian tries to ignore him. Suddenly Titus starts licking at Damian and pulling at his sleeve. Damian is shocked, trying not to laugh as he attempts to push Titus away. Instead of getting Titus away Damian ends up falling off the couch. The video ends with Damian giggling as Titus continues to lick his face.

[maidsidney]

I would like to formally apologize to all of my followers for yesterdays post which I captioned as perfect viewing material for a beta losers sissy maid. Although it was a lovely picture the lady in it was wearing sandals which exposed her feet and toes which were covered by her white tights. As a women’s feet are considered to be the most cherished sex organ available to most sissy’s and beta losers they should only be viewed and posted with the permission of the women in question. Additionally the women’s bare upper thighs were also visible. As a sissy maid subject to fully clothed denial it was inappropriate for me to post this picture. Accordingly I have deleted the post and would like to apologize to my followers, all women and real men for posting it. I understand that it was wrong for me to post the picture and will work harder to be more respectful by only posting pictures that are appropriate for me to look at

[matthewbeilschmidts]

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted but I’m so glad that I am :’)

This is for Day 1: of @prucanweek - Ordinary

Apologies for spelling errors, it’s a little short but I hope you enjoy 😭💞

-

Matthew doesn’t mind that he’s living an ordinary life. Really.

He grows up near the coast, two parents, a fraternal twin brother, and their gangly hairless cat, Tony (picked curtesy of Alfred). Their parents take them everywhere they can during their childhood, the beach, museums, sports game. They focus on their interests, figuring out what the two like and dislike, as they encourage them both to be themselves and do what they love no matter what. Alfred debates between whether he likes wrestling or football more, while Matthew settles into hockey. In between family get togethers, community festivals, and endless sports training, they somehow have time for homework. (The two share answers a lot.)

He and Alfred each have their own rooms when they enter their teen years, a space to decorate and fill with their own mementos and awards. The sports continue, but later their parents find themselves a little bit busier than before. They do though, give them as much time as they can during the school year, never wanting them to go without someone by their side.

Matthew fades into the background a little bit as they get older, while Alfred puts himself front and center. Matthew watches once with a hand over his eyes as Alfred auditions for the school musical, and surprisingly he read and sings the lines well. “It’s always the rowdy ones!” their theater teachers says after he’s finished performing, a mix of anticipation from planning on putting Alfred on stage and dread at the thought of having to manage him.

Matthew silently supports him, after all he has his own things to do.

He’s the co-caption of the hockey team, the coach giving him the position to give him a little more of a voice, and his teammates verbally agree, considering on the ice Matthew has a lot more to show than he does in person. He accepts, albeit hesitantly.

By the time graduation comes by, Matthew can barely believe how the time has passed. His team even wins a championship under his watch. Some of his fellow classmates look so ready to go out and experience the world, and it’s scary to him because weren’t they all going at the same pace?

His parents talk him through picking his college of choice, and he decides to go. He needs to do what everyone does and experience the world.

And if he decides he wants to come home, that’s okay because at least he tries.

-

He’s in his first art class during his third year at university. The time has been going well, he’s got pretty decent grades and has managed to join a few clubs. But he’s not done yet. Extra curriculars, can’t finish without them. He prioritizes his general education first, and even slips himself into a few major classes early on, but humanities is on record now and has to be completed no matter what one’s studying.

He can get through one semester, he hopes.

Next to him, a student is snickering and the professor doesn’t look amused.

“Gilbert.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“If you’re done, I can introduce myself now.”

The professor goes in with complete, in-depth introductory slides with her name and credentials, and a briefing of all they will overcome this semester.

He’s never been an artist, at least not one that picks up a pencil and creates a realistic masterpiece with nothing but that and a pad of paper. Maybe some poetry contests in high school, if that counts. The written word has its own impact, its own set of colors to breathe out for the world to see.

There’s another snicker, interrupting his internal monologue.

He doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t know the student, and it’s not his place to control others. But, if it starts to hinder the class, maybe he’ll tell him something. He’s paying to be there, too.

The man catches him staring.

“Yes?” he asks Matthew without being spoken to in the first place.

“Oh,” Matthew flushes at being caught, not that he was trying to hide it anyway. “Well, she didn’t say anything funny?”

The guys waves a hand, making a “psssh” noise as he does.

“I’m just laughing because of how formal this all is. She won’t be this dignified later in the semester that’s for sure. She’ll be ripping her hair out.”

Matthew glances back, he doesn’t want to say anyone looks mean but, he would believe it if she was.

“You look scared,” the guy laughs, which is rude because isn’t he the one that just put the thought in Matthew’s mind? “She’s not too mean just a sticker to the rules. Will get real pissy if something doesn’t go right.”

“And you still set her off knowing that?”

The man laughs again, but this time around he’s actually trying to contain it behind the thin art easel. He’s not very hidden.

“She’s my cousin’s wife.”

Ah, that makes sense then? Messing with family is normal, but also he shouldn’t be bothering her at work.

“It’s no wonder you seemed casual.”

“She taught both of the lower division figure drawing classes, too. This is my third semester in her class. She’s the only one teaching this specific class I didn’t have too much of a choice.”

“Art major?”

“Yep! And you?”

“Psychology major. I have to get in some cultural classes.”

“Ever taken art?”

“Actually no, not even in high school. I got through that stuff by working backstage in the theater department.”

“Well not to worry my friend, because you picked the best one.”

“Is it easy to pass?”

“Nope. Well, maybe if she likes your work,” Matthew deflates at the blunt response, “but don’t worry because I’m here to be your guide.”

Matthew perks up, but it takes him a moment. This guy’s gonna help him?

“Are you any good?”

“Am I good?” He looks perplexed Matthew would even ask. Matthew has to cover his own amusement. “I may not look it but charcoal and I go way back. I’ll show you my work later as proof.”

“Deal.”

“Gilbert, since you’re adamant on talking, you can be the first to introduce yourself.”

Even if his name wasn’t said, Matthew feels just as guilty. Caught, for talking on the first day of all things.

“Gilbert Beilshcmidt. Fourth year. I’m an art major and my favorite breakfast food is pancakes.”

Matthew looks surprised that he was paying attention, even to the last addition of their introduction. Matthew’s not sure he would have known considering he was distracted.

-

And so their friendship starts.

-

Gilbert sits next to him again. And again.

Where ever Matthew sits in the art room, Gilbert follows not too long after.

Some days they take the sitting desks, some they stand and lean against the stools.

And despite not even talking much, Gilbert treats him like a friend.

-

“Do you have any plans this afternoon?”

“Nope, this was my last class.”

“Do you want to get some coffee and work on our sketch books.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

-

Matthew finds himself meeting Gilbert in his downtime. Every Thursday after drawing for three hours becomes the day they meet. At first, all they do is draw, little more.

Gilbert is animated in all moments, but he has short spurts where he focuses exceptionally on his work. Matthew is no art critic, but he thinks Gilbert expresses himself quite well on paper. Graphite, charcoal, and pastels, all the utensils glide easily without a single stroke missing its mark.

Watercolor though, could use some work, which actually happens to be Matthew’s favorite. Even if the intention is to guide the colors with a brush, it’s okay for them to take a life of their own spreading across the thick paper.

They share snacks, art supplies, and their time.

Gilbert proves himself very useful as he promised. Matthew though never planning to be the next Van Gogh, has to pass this class. And it would be nice to pass it with flying colors, but some concepts are harder to grasp than others.

It’s obvious to tell he’s a beginner, while Gilbert excels. Matthew finds out he only now needs the intro class since it’s the first semester it became a requirement.

Gilbert helps him find the shapes he’s comfortable with, explains the processing for hatching and how it relates to shading. And while he’s no expert, he sees a subtle improvement over the next few weeks that makes some pride swell within himself.

-

“Do you want to come with me and my friends to this cool bar for dinner on Friday?” Gilbert asks about a month into the semester.

It’s the first time Gilbert and him will have spent time off campus.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

-

Gilbert’s friends are just as animated as he, it’s almost hard to keep up. Overwhelming as they are, they’re extremely welcoming. Matthew eases into the atmosphere, joining in when he can but mostly pleased to be out and doing something different.

He’s made friends during his time, but like him they’re a little more reserved and pick quieter places on the town.

It’s fun. And he wants to go out again.

Matthew invites Gilbert and his friends to watch his next hockey game.

After their shock in finding out he plays such a violent sport, they’re all agreeing and planning to find the best seats in the arena.

-

“Are you serious. Are you hiding muscles under that red sweater?”

Gilbert pokes at him, it tickles when he gets closer to his biceps, but he knows he’s only teasing.

“You think I’m playing but I’m serious! You should have been there, well you were there. On the stands, I mean. We all screamed after you sent that player flying against the wall.”

Gilbert recreates the motions, but only slams himself into the wall and whines after he bounces back. He then plays it off like it doesn’t hurt. Gilbert’s not a very good actor.

People tell him it’s so much different watching him on the ice, but it’s still him. He’s always wondered how much different, he feels like himself. He just knows he goes into the zone when he’s in his gear. He just wants to win. And he will.

“It’s like night day,” Gilbert continues. “You were ready to kill a man down there.”

“You’re not the first to say that. I guess maybe, I could be a little more out there in real life, huh?”

Gilbert stops walking.

“Nope.”

“Nope?”

“You’re perfectly fine the way you are. I like the way you are, so don’t go change. I don’t want to be at risk of dying during art class.”

And as silly as it sounds, he’s pleased. He likes Gilbert a whole lot, too. Just the way he is.

-

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” Matthew takes the initiative.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, just you and me. I want to take you out.”

“Like you did to that guy on the court,” Gilbert laughs nervously.

“On a date. Gilbert, would you like go out with me?”

He says yes.

Later that evening when he’s heading home, Gilbert starts running through the courtyard cheering that “I have a date with the cutest guy I’ve ever met!”

Matthew’s window is open, he’s face is bright red and he slams head first into his pillow. He needs to plan the best first date ever.

-

Three months into dating, he’s finally heading home again for a school break. He wants to take Gilbert with him, who is waiting for the next major holiday to go back home. But isn’t it too soon? They haven’t been dating that long, after all.

But Gilbert surprises him, and jokingly says he wants to go with him because he’ll miss him too much while he’s gone. And then, Matthew asks if he seriously wants to go.

“I do.”

So they ride the 3 hours train down to Matthew’s childhood home. He’s a little bit nervous, because he’s had dates to school dances, and brought friends over, but this is entirely different. This is someone he wants to take a serious step with, even if the time hasn’t been that long. They’ll never get anywhere if they don’t, so they’ll both take the leap and pray it works out.

“Mom, dad, Alfred, this is Gilbert.”

It’s the most timid Matthew’s ever seen him.

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Matthew’s boyfriend.”

After he shakes all their hands, he takes his hand back to link pinkies with Matthew.

There’s not an once of regret in his mind as the long weekend passes.

-

Gilbert graduates the next year, and the year after it’s his turn. They’re going to move in with each other. Gilbert really has no irresistible urge to go back to his home town, satisfied with just visiting a few times a year. And Matthew thinks he would like to go back closer, just to figure out his next move. So, they go together.

It’s only a one bedroom, but is more than enough space for them both. Gilbert finds work as a docent while Matthew works for a second degree in education.

He still plays hockey for a local league, Gilbert becoming their number one fan. They find their own rhythm, a pace that works for them both, where they can settle down or speed up when they agree with each other. Dewey mornings, warm summers, chilly evenings they spend them altogether.

They decide move up North closer to Gilbert’s hometown. Matthew’s more nervous meeting his grandparents than he was introducing Gilbert to his own family, but Gilbert assures him again and again they’re just a stuffy old family who actually really care about each other a lot more than they let off.

Gilbert’s grandfather towers over him, despite being a hair above 6 feet. He’s silent, eyes boring into Matthew as he introduces himself. And to end all of Matthew’s worries, the elder man pulls Matthew into a hug and tells him he’s glad him and Gilbert are home. Gilbert, just as perplexed as he, stares, but he melts into a pleased laugh.

Yeah, this is his and Gilbert’s home now.

-

They stay, for a long while, contemplate moving a few times, but they’re satisfied for now.

Gilbert and him always make time for each other, continue their own respective interests with complete support of the other. They’re never afraid to complain, because they always work through it rather then let it simmer.

Gilbert’s vivacious spirit keep them going, and Matthew’s heart keeps them grounded.

His life at first seem a little bit ordinary, but how can he complain when the pieces of the puzzle fit themselves in and stayed locked in tight.

[modern-naiad]

Yachi's Ball

(Yachi x platonic!Karasuno VB team)

This was a headcanon that spiraled out of control so now its a fic I guess. I wrote it at like 1-2am, its not really proof-read. angst to fluff I guess? Obviously I would never want this to happen to my girl Yachi, but I had this idea and I thought it was kinda wholesome so... here you go, enjoy!

So let's say theres like a school dance or event going on and Yachi happens to have a crush on someone in one of her classes. She feels so lucky and happy when they ask her to go with them, she is overjoyed at practice talking to Kiyoko about it, the team overhearing, is happy she's happy. She and Kiyoko plan to go shopping for their dresses and excitedly plan for the magical night.

The night of the dance rolls around, her date told her they'd meet her there, so nervously she enters the crowded school gym. She had arrived with Kiyoko after she had helped her get ready, they both "look like a million bucks" according to Tanaka and Noya who almost too quickly upon Kiyoko's arrival stole her away to dance...it was almost as if they were waiting at the entrance for her arrival...

ANYWAY. Yachi is quick to assure Kiyoko that she can go have fun with the boys and that her date would be there soon, it had only been 10 minutes past their agreed meeting time, they were probably just running a little late. So Yachi waits, lingering near the entrance nursing a cup of punch as 10 minutes go by, then 20, then 30. As time seems to drag on and no messages come from her supposed date she starts feeling frustrated. Frustrated with how optimistically happy she was when they had asked her, frustrated by how much time she spent talking about how much she looking forward to tonight, frustrated with how much money she put into her outfit, how much time she took to do her hair and makeup, with how she had taken up Kiyokos time to help her, and of course how frustrated she was with her date. She's an understanding person, if something came up she would have understood, but not a single text was exchanged and she just felt so dumb about the whole thing.

She'd lost Kiyoko and the two rambunctious 2nd years over 40 minutes ago. In the crowd of bodies moving around her short stature and anxious nature did not help her efforts to look around for a familiar face, even with the damn heels that had been nothing but cruel to her feet. Not wanting to call her mother to come pick her up she decided to become a wallflower, finding a nice spot to lay low. She didn't want to cry, but she felt as if she were on the verge of tears, embarrassed by the whole situation, head lowered, tightly clenching her near empty cup of second refill punch by her side.

It's only then, when she is about to make a break for some fresh air outside, or an empty classroom, or maybe the volleyball gym, or literally anywhere but the cursed dance that she notices many sets of mens dress shoes appear on the floor she was so intently staring at. As she looks up there the boys volleyball team stands, dressed in their best formal wear, a certain Shōyō Hinata stands right in front of her, a hand extended towards her. "Can we have this dance?" he asks with the same determination and enthusiastic tone he has when it come to the sport he loves so much. She looks around the group, all the boys looking at her expectantly, some with sympathetic faces, others with bright smiles, and some somewhere in between. However, those faces turn to frowns as she lets the tears fall. She is quickly pulled in for a hug by Kiyoko, but as the boys begin to awkwardly apologize, she wipes them away and expresses her gratitude for the sweet boys who have tried so hard to bring a smile back to her face after seeing her standing dejectedly on a wall.

Claiming this was the sweetest thing anyones ever done for her, she smiles through the remaining (happy) tears, going in for a large group hug. The boys gladly huddle around her, when they release from a hug she thanks them again, explaining her frustrations which had lead them to this point. There are exchanges of threats and trash talk about her so called date, most notably the "piece of shit" from Kageyama and a "looks like I'll be having a little chart with someone" from Daichi. Tanaka and Noya reiterate enthusiastically that she looks so pretty, Sugawara laughs as he gives her a little twirl, showing her off. She giggles as well before stopping in front of a flustered Yamaguchi who manages to stumble out a sincere "You look beautiful Yachi-san", she flushes deeply at the compliment and thanks him. She is now smiling brightly, looking around, happy she has such great friends, when Hinata prompts again, "Now, how about that dance?". She takes his hand and exclaims, "lets go have fun, I did't get all dolled up for nothing" she jokes. With that she, Kiyoko, and the gentlemen of the boys volleyball team take to the dance floor! They dance in a group having a fun time, some (*cough* the first years *cough*) offer her solo dances when slower songs arrive, graciously accepting she dances the night away.

Her trash date isn't even on her mind, she's just happy she had such a good time with the boys who she takes care of at practice taking care of her for a night. When the dance comes to a close the group decides to go out for some late night, trash food. Tsuki offering to carry her heels as they walk through the grass outside. After their bellies are filled with food and exhaustion takes over they call it a night, but not before more thank you's and hugs are exchanged.

By the end of the night many photos and videos were taken and posted on Instagram, captions ranging from "happy I could make you smile" to a more ballsy "their loss". Yachi herself posts a series of photos, the first being a group photo of her and the boys, captioning it something along the lines of "the Karasuno Boys Volleyball team, sure know how to make a girl feel special! Very grateful to call you all my friends 🥰". Other photos are of her and Kiyoko, some solo shots of her (not pictured the boys hyping her up), a first year group photo, some duo shots, and lets not forget the pic of everyone in their formal wear chowing down on greasy fries, burgers, and milkshakes!

Needless to say when her "date" sees the post they know they missed out. Hitoka Yachi is ✨t h a t ✨girl and now everyone knows it.

I hope you all enjoyed, I know I haven't been putting out much original content, but every now and then I have some sparks of inspiration and time lol. I've been taking some summer classes, but my last one should finish up soon so I might be able to put out some more content for you guys ( I say that like a whole bunch of people read my shit and follow me lol) anyway, as always feel free to reblog, please leave a comment or like if you know, you liked it lol. Even though I don’t consider myself a serious writer I appreciate the validation 😂

also tagging my mutual, @aka-ashi-keiji (mwahahaha more fluff!)

<3 marveling

[ao3bronte]

Mamma Mia AU [Part 6]

READ PART 5 HERE!

Take A Chance On Me

Six months later...

Never in her wildest dreams did Marinette expect to be sitting where she is now, dressed to the nines in one of her own highly sought after designs. Having just released her very first collection, M by MarinetteDesigns, at the beginning of December, all of her custom made prêt-à-porter fashions were flying off the racks. She’d even had to hire another seamstress just to get through the backlog of formal wear commissions that she’d received ever since Alya’s BuzzFeed friends set up her social media accounts and started repping her brand all over their articles and personal posts.

But more on that later.

At the moment, Marinette is sitting at a huge, zigzag communal table under the glassed-in rooftop patio on top of a boutique hotel in Le Marais, clapping her hands and cheering as the two people she never thought she’d see together emerge from behind closed doors hand in hand. Jagged Stone performs an epic guitar solo from the platform as Luka picks up his new bride and spins her around, grinning like a maniac.

The wedding itself is a completely bombastic affair with celebrities and the like sneaking here and there to avoid the paparazzi. Marinette feels like a kid in a candy store as Luka’s guests file in left and right, most of them artists and bands she loves to listen to. And his bride, of course, doesn’t have much of her family along for the wedding. The media backlash from her mother’s empire had been outlandish, especially in Japan, but she’d ended up fitting right in with most of Luka’s ragtag group of friends in Los Angeles. With the help of her new husband and their support circle, she’d risen above the controversy and won the Olympic gold medal in fencing, bringing honour to herself for the first time in her life.

Sporting a gorgeous red rose tattoo on her upper arm, Kagami Tsuguri Couffaine turns around and gives everyone that trademark smirk of hers, welcoming them to their reception. Luka can’t keep his hands off of her, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull when she plunks her leg up onto the chair she’s supposed to be sitting on and demands he take her garter off with his teeth. The partygoers roar as Luka does just that, emerging victorious with a red and navy strap of fabric hanging from his canines.

Satisfied with his performance, Kagami calls all of the single and unmarried ladies attending her wedding to the platform and waves her rose and orchid bouquet over her head for the traditional toss. Hoping to avoid the pitying glances, Marinette pretends to be completely consumed by her emails and ducks her head in the hopes that no one will notice her. She would have been successful too, had it not been for the exchange of raised eyebrows and playful glances between the bride, the groom and a few other savant attendees.

“One, two, three!” Kagami cries, launching her bouquet into the air. Like a missile locked on a target, it somersaults right over everyone’s heads and thwacks an unassuming Marinette straight in the face, knocking her right off her chair.

“Oh my god, Marinette!” Alya squeals, laughing as her best friend spits petals from her lips. Everyone is cheering as Marinette slowly stands up and waves the bouquet above her head, blushing with embarrassment.

“I don’t even have a boyfriend,” she shakes her head, still smiling despite not having a plus one by her side. She’s long accepted the fact that she’s going to be on her own for good and surprisingly, she feels better for it. Acceptance is the first step, after all, and Marinette has been going to so many weddings lately as an honoured guest for designing the wedding and bridesmaids dresses that the blank space at her side hardly bothers her any longer. She’s even started working on tuxedos!

Way, way down the table, Marinette tries to ignore the ghost from her past crowding the open bar with Nino and the rest of the boys. She’d said hello politely but otherwise avoided him, if only to keep a tamper on her feelings; even though her love has long withered down to smothered embers, Marinette wants to be careful to avoid the winds of change that would flare those feelings in her soul.

The food at Luka and Kagami’s wedding is fantastic and the music is even more so. After the first course, Luka invites everyone up to form a mosh pit as Jagged plays a brand new track off his upcoming album and Marinette is absolutely thrilled to bop around, screaming at the top of her lungs with her hands in the air. She’s as free as a bird and the gorgeous, rock star inspired dress she has on leaves little to the imagination as she sways and shakes to the music. Alya catches it all on TikTok, much to Marinette’s chagrin, and captions it: ‘What a catch! 🎣 How is my girl still single?!’

After, everyone takes a breather and sits back down at the table, its decorated surface filled to the brim with food served family style on colourful, mismatched platters. Marinette loves the boho aesthetic of the different multi-hued plates and napkins, the discordant textures and silverware already inspiring another collection for her fashion line. She digs into the huge heaping of pasta that Alya had plopped onto her plate and laughs along with her girlfriends as they eat the night away under the Parisian lights.

As the main course is being cleared from their tables, the wedding band begins to play and couples slowly but surely leave their tables for a tour of the dance floor. Alya jokingly offers a ‘samba-à-trois’ with her and Nino but Marinette laughingly declines, prefering to watch and take photos of her friends while they’re enjoying themselves. She’s got a knack for capturing the perfect shot and Marinette is just about to turn back towards her table to edit them when someone calls her name.

“Marinette!”

No matter how many months and years pass between them, he’ll always stop her in her tracks.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Adrien compliments her breathlessly, a sheen of sweat on his brow. He’s been dancing with the boys, hauling them up in the air on his shoulders as the party throbs around them, “I mean—you look beautiful always! It’s just—uh, tonight you look...especially beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Marinette responds, desperately trying to keep her voice even. She can’t help but transpose the black mask over his features as he runs his fingers through his messy hair, his cheeks flushed from exertion, “You look...handsome yourself.”

“Th-thank you!” he stutters, looking strangely unkempt for someone who always seems to have it together, “I just—um. Do you want to dance with me?”

He offers her his hand and she stares at it, the technicolour lights casting shadows on his upturned palm, “I...thank you for...um, offering but—”

“Please,” he beseeches her, his eyes blown wide, “I’ve missed you.”

Marinette gulps, her throat tightening against the emotions rekindling in her chest, “I’m…”

“Just one,” he says, taking a small, tentative step towards her, “And if you...if you don’t want to see me again after, I can do that.”

Her heart clenches. Tikki punches her thigh through her skirt.

“Just one,” she says eventually, placing her hand gently overtop of his. He grasps her like their lives depend on it and Marinette is suddenly thrust back to the days where their entwined fingers meant the difference between defeat and victory. He slumps with relief and pulls her towards his chest, resting his other hand on the small of her back.

And they dance.

Her heartbeat skips with every step as they sway to the music, lost in their own private orbit of things left unsaid. Adrien can’t keep his eyes away and she can hardly catch his gaze without burning up, finding it far easier to stare at the knot of his loosened tie. Somehow, they drift closer and closer until his lips are a hair’s breadth away from the crown of her head and Marinette can feel the warmth of his body coming off of him in waves, setting her skin on fire.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he whispers, his words barely there, “When I left after the wedding...I knew it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made and I’d do anything to take it back.”

Marinette trips a little, stumbling into his chest, “Adrien—”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you everything but Alya told me you blocked me and I...I wanted to respect that. So I’ve been waiting six months to tell you what I should have told you all those years ago,” Adrien’s voice wavers,  “I’ve loved you since the day we first fought together. The problem was, at eighteen, I thought I loved the idea of freedom more.”

“I was wrong, though. I was so, so wrong and I’ve spent the last four years of my life regretting every second. I’ve transferred to TU Delft to finish off my graduate degree so I can be closer to home. I want to come back on the weekends to fight by your side again and repair our relationship, but only if you want to. I just...I know I’ve been an awful partner and an even more awful friend so I totally understand if you never want to see me again but...I thought I would just try.”

Marinette swallows, fighting the tears that prickle at the corners of her eyes, “I’m sorry, Adrien. But I...thank you for the apology.”

He makes no move to let go and neither does she, “It’s...it’s okay. You’ve been doing so well on your own. I just want to be closer though, in case something happens. The Netherlands is only a few hours away by bus.”

The music slowly wanes and Marinette steps back, averting her gaze, “I guess it’s time for dessert.”

Adrien swallows, loosening his tie further, “Right. I...um, I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure,” she says, finally glancing back up at him. He looks wrecked, for lack of a better word, “Maybe you can tell me how your studies are going?”

“Oh!” Adrien’s expression immediately brightens, his smile near blinding, “Yes! I’ll tell you anything! Everything! After dessert! We can talk!”

Marinette can’t help but smile a little, his fumbling antics so unlike the Adrien she knows. He’s unmasked in front of her, the Chat Noir she has always known and loved, “Nino’s waving at you.”

She points over his shoulder and Adrien turns, catching a glimpse of Nino, Luka and about ten other guys all hooting and giving him questioning thumbs up. He smiles and gives them an enthusiastic nod in return before turning back to Marinette, “I’ll find you after dessert, okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees, watching him scamper off towards his friends. Alya is on her not a second later, her arm draped around her shoulders as they walk back to their seats.

“Well? How did it go?”

Marinette shrugs, “We danced and I asked him about his studies.”

Alya skids to a stop in her tracks, “That’s it?”

“Well, he said he was sorry too,” she says, walking out from under Alya’s arm as she continues walking, “And then the song ended and we’re going to talk about his classes after.”

“I swear to god, that idiot!” Alya stomps her foot and storms away towards her husband and the rest of the boys.

~

The cake is cut, the lights are low and the party is about to truly kick into high gear. The wedding band is replaced by one of Los Angeles' best DJs and Marinette stays out of the fray for the time being, taking a break from the action. She’s responding to commision requests when the song that had just been playing slowly dwindles and the crowd starts to scream.

“Speech!” a familiar voice cries and Marinette’s head yanks towards its source so quickly it cracks, “I'm gonna make a speech, everybody!”

Standing on the wedding platform with his tie nowhere to be found, Adrien raises his glass of champagne in one hand and holds the microphone to his lips in the other, “First of all, I just want to make a big shout out to the bride and groom for hosting an amazing party! Santé!”

The crowd cheers and drinks with him, buzzing seemingly with anticipation. An electric current tingles down the length of her neck as something tells her that everyone clearly knows something she doesn’t.

“And secondly, I want to thank my friends for helping me try and win back the love of my life. Hey, Marinette! I’m still free! Take a chance on me!”

Hoisted from the platform to the dinner tables, Adrien begins to strut as if on a catwalk, "To the most beautiful, talented woman in the world! I'm gonna do my very best to get you back, if you let me try. I wanna be the first in line to your heart."

The entire party cheers him on. Jagged Stone plays the opening chords to the wedding march on his electric guitar.

"I know I kind of screwed up,” he averts his eyes for a moment, his cheeks burning as her jaw clunks to the floor, “But if you change your mind and need me, just let me know. I’m going to be around more often and...well, put me to the test. I won’t disappoint you ever again. I’m all yours.”

He pauses in front of her, microphone still in hand, “We could go dancing or go for a walk or anything, really. Just as long as we do it together. You’ve got to know how much I want to win you back and...and when I close my eyes at night and dream, I’m always dreaming about you! You have to know that I...I can’t let go of you. Of us. Of what I left behind.”

“Please Marinette,” he reaches out to her just like he had earlier, his palm raised and at the ready. Marinette feels like dying and flying all at once.

Her heart pounding, Marinette takes a shaky breath and raises her hand only to hesitate, her fingers curling with indecision. Her mind is racing and fuzzy and between the wolf whistles and the intensity of Adrien’s gaze, Marinette finds herself feeling something in her chest she hasn’t felt in four long years.

“What do you say, M’Lady?” Adrien smiles with a hopeful shrug, “Will you take a chance on me?”

“I…” she trails off and somehow, her arm is moving on its own accord. Should she listen to her mind and turn him down? Or should she listen to her heart and find love once more in the arms of the man she’s loved for years and years and years.

Well, there’s only one choice here, isn’t there?

“Yes,” she whispers, a sweet benediction, “Yes!”

Clasping his hand, Adrien hauls her up with supernatural strength onto the table and tosses the microphone into the crowd. There’s a horrible feedback noise as Nino catches it against his tuxedo but nothing matters anymore except the smile on his face and the joy in her eyes as he wraps his arms around her waist and presses her flush to his body, “Why did I ever let you go?”

“Because you were an idiot,” Marinette responds and Adrien throws his head back and laughs. Here I go again, she thinks as she soaks in his contagious joy as the crowd screams around them. How could she resist him, especially after a confession like that?

“Can I kiss you?”

Marinette inhales sharply, “How could I resist?”

“Is that a yes?”

“Of course it is, you silly cat.”

Adrien bends down and presses his lips against hers just as the fireworks ignite in the background, bathing the glassed-in rooftop deck in hues of vibrant reds and golds. Marinette gasps as he runs his tongue along her bottom lip and she pulls him ever nearer, basking in his warmth as she grabs handfuls of his hair. She devours him longingly as he explores her body with his roaming fingertips and Marinette feels the dam of her desire breaking, overflowing with desperate, relentless love.

“I’m never going to let you go ever again," Adrien murmurs against her lips before diving back in and kissing her again, grabbing her by the hip. She feels delirious and suddenly they’re both smiling, giggling like school children because finally, finally ! They could be together! No matter what, four years or twenty, no span of time can truly keep apart true love.

READ PART 7 HERE!