#which makes it hard bc how do i ask for his socials or to hang out without it seeming like I'm coming on to him

[carnallyricky]

ALSO I'm NOT aro after all!!! I think I figured it out and it should have been obvious but sometimes I'm just the big dumb

[porcupine-girl]

I had the weirdest possible Check Please dream.

Ngozi was going to do another volume, and we were all excited because Shippy and Taylor were finally going to get together.

Who tf are Shippy and Taylor you might ask?

Shippy, I immediately realized upon waking up, is Tater, but in this dream world somehow he got a different nickname and I don’t even know how. Idk if my brain was just like “he’s part of this popular ship and I’m lazy” or “Tater and Taylor would sound too cutesy and I really want this girl to be named Taylor for some reason” or what.

Taylor was not Vanessa with a different name. She had spiky lavender hair that looked a bit like this animal crossing hairdo:

But longer, like if it were lying flat it’d be about chin length, and of course in Ngozi’s drawing style.

I didn’t find out much more bc I woke up due to my husband getting up to get ready for work, but somehow when I got back to sleep, for once my brain deigned to continue my dream from before. It is apparently very invested in Shippy/Taylor (although after I woke up and realized Shippy was Tater my brain went back and forth between the two names).

So in the continuation, I learned that Taylor was already dating another member of the Falconers (I’m not sure I ever got his name), but he was very controlling and emotionally abusive and everyone on the team was hoping she’d leave him and kind of shunning the boyfriend socially due to his behavior.

Tater ran into her in like… a mall food court sort of location? And somehow their conversation led to him confessing his feelings but saying that it was fine if she didn’t want to be with him, just begging her to leave the controlling guy and saying he’d help her however he could just as her friend. She was clearly not quite ready to leave yet, but then her boyfriend called and when she said oh I’m at the mall and I ran into Tater so we were just hanging out he got really pissed that she was hanging out with another guy (in a totally public location, and being honest about it) without him and demanded she come home right away. And when she hung up you could see that having that conversation right after the conversation with Tater was kind of making her realize that she really did need to get out of it.

Tater saw that too and jumped on it, like “If you don’t want me to help I’ll call Jack and Bitty (which my brain then corrected to Zimmboni and Little B, it was like my brain was like helloooo this is Tater unlike you Ngozi would write him correctly) right now and they will come help you get your stuff, you can stay in their guest room, they would love to help.” And she was kind of mortified by this, like oh god does the entire team know??? And he was like, well. Yeah. Kinda. Everyone’s rooting for you to leave him, that’s why nobody talks to him or hangs out with him outside practice, we all know how awful he is. And she was like oh god, great, everyone knows how stupid I am for staying with a guy like him, but Tater was like no no no everyone knows how hard it is to leave that kind of thing but we all know you’re strong enough to do it as soon as you decide you’re ready.

And that was about as far as I got in the Shippy/Taylor saga before I woke up for good. I can only assume Jack and Bitty did come get her and let her stay with them, and eventually once she was over the nasty breakup she got together with Tater.

What’s really funny was that when I went to start writing this post I couldn’t remember her name, only that it started with a T and was like 6-ish letters long. I started the post calling her Tricia and was like no that’s not right, so I googled girl names that start with T and was just hoping that if I read enough lists of names something would click and maybe I’d recognize it if I saw it. Then I opened the first list and the very first name was Taylor and I was like OH RIGHT MY BRAIN NAMED HER AFTER TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT HOW DID I FORGET THAT??

[softestkabru]

I think Fleki and Mithrun could be close friends into Mithrun's retirement

Theres an extra where Fleki talks abt staying with Mithrun on Melini like Helki stays with Milsiril but she gets talked out of it bc he's like "it will not be exciting I'm not planning on having adventures. Im going to make noodles and be retired. Plus you'll be stuck hanging around a bunch on non-elves" and Fleki's like 🤢 nvm ur right

But like, thats so fucking cute. She'd like his live-in, burnout, non-niece on Melini for the next 200 years or whatever

Thinking abt a "10 years later" kind of deal where Mithrun's canary squad comes to visit him and they tease him kindly about how much he's changed (he smiles a lot, he's a bit chubby, he's really domestic w/ kabru, he has an eye prosthetic that actually fits,he's very kind to them) and Fleki almost starts crying because she's so emotional about seeing Mithrun happy and recovering and she's like "i'm sorry we tease you so much, I'm sorry we were so mean to youuuu we should have been nicer 😭 you kept us safe and we didn't even care" and Mithrun is like "I know, Fleki, it's ok. You all kept me safe too and I'm grateful for that" and he invites them for a nice dinner at his and Kabru's home and they talk about how the queen doesn't really know what to do with the former canary prisoners so she's been trying to pair them off with their wardens to just have normal lives which has been going...... not completely great

So their Melini visit goes by and at the end of it, Mithrun asks Fleki if she'd like to stay with them and he tells her it's ok if she doesnt want to because it will be boring and he'll expect her to behave herself and she'd be seperating from Lycion (her bestie/ emotional support whore) and she cries and is grateful and has to think about it but she comes to say yes because being an socially outcast elf is a hard and long life and her future back there is so uncertain and Mithrun and Kabru have enough faith in her to offer her a place in their home and lives and she never thought anyone would ever give her that much credit again.

So, it's not always easy (i can imagine her getting on Kabru's nerves a bit) but she keeps Mithrun company when Kabru is away on business and that's very important to Kabru. Senshi comes around from time to time and teaches her how to cook so she makes meals for their house. She of course still has her crow familiar and is good with other larger birds of prey (she could get into falconing as a hobby) and Lycion comes to visit every once in awhile and theyre still close.

This got a lil long but i was floating around in my pool for an hour thinking abt this and for rlly emotional abt it :')

[campgender]

Hi, my friend has a chronic illness that flares up sometimes and we've been wanting to hang out but it has gotten cancelled a couple times lately bc of her not feeling well enough on the day. I want to ask her how she feels cuz I care abt her a lot and want an update but 1, I don't want her to feel pressured or like I'm asking just to ask can we hang out now, and not bc I care abt how she's feeling (does that make sense? I may be overthinking this) and 2, I genuinely wanna know how she's doing but idk what to say if she responds with her not being better, sometimes u don't feel better and that's ok but I always want to offer comfort somehow or just convey my friendship? but I feel the same everytime and don't want to sound repetitive ?

Any thoughts?

this is really kind of you & it means so much to me that you want to support your friend & are putting so much thought into it! my response is inherently based in my own experience to an extent & everybody’s different, but a lot if not all of this is stuff i’ve heard regularly from other chronically ill people. of course, don’t say anything you don’t mean – if some of this isn’t the case for you, just adapt accordingly :)

i understand worrying about being repetitive but i think that’s totally okay to do! for one thing, it can be difficult to remember things period when you’re ill, especially during a flare, & for another, internalized + societal ableism is a hell of a force. it never hurts to have a reminder that not everyone is trying to force ableist expectations onto you + your friendship & that someone cares about you!

i think you can definitely tell your friend pretty much what you told me! like, “hey, it’s okay if you aren’t feeling up for responding but i just wanted to check on you! not trying to pressure you to hang out or anything, i just care about you & how you’re doing”

honestly the most important + supportive thing people have ever told me is that it’s okay if the answer is “bad.” i’m literally like surprised pikachu meme every time somebody offers to let me vent about having a rough time & then it helps me just to talk about it. it’s really socially unacceptable to talk about chronic pain & a lot of people get frustrated when you’re complaining about the same thing & there’s not really anything they can do, so just the opportunity to be like “yeah shit fucking sucks right now” means a lot.

obv the appropriateness of this depends on the person & their relationship to disability but most of the time i’m very like, radical acceptance / embracing / etc about the fact that i’m probably just gonna get sicker, so sometimes when i’m having a rough time emotionally & am like “what if i’m this bad for the rest of my life” my gf (who doesn’t have chronic pain / chronic illness) will say something like “then i can’t wait to be there with you ❤️” & it’s more meaningful to me than i can begin to put into words.

again everybody’s different but for me one of the biggest things is when disability stuff just… isn’t a big deal to the other person. which, it’s totally okay for you to need support from others when someone you care about is going through a hard time & when things change! but abled people are constantly horrified about like, every aspect of my life, so being able to talk casually about symptoms & somebody mirror the mood / tone i set – laugh if i’m joking, be upset about the ableism i experience & not my body itself if i’m complaining about people being weird about it, taking things as they come – is so affirming.

other things that have been helpful + meaningful for me are friends sending me notes, stickers, & art in the mail – having something tangible can make me feel more “real” & part of the world, something i struggle with due to being homebound – & peer support around medical neglect, which often just looks like talking to someone after a doctor’s appointment & them reaffirming my reality / experiences & saying i didn’t deserve to be treated that way.

oh one other change in language i’ve made over time & probably picked up from a few other ill people in my life is a sort of realistic encouragement – there’s not necessarily anything wrong with “i hope you feel better soon!” because like, i get that the message is well-intentioned, but it can be awkward & difficult to receive when you don’t know if that’s gonna happen. instead, i try to tell people something like “i hope you get a bit of relief soon” or “i hope things are a little easier tomorrow.” a 7/10 pain day may be horrifying for most people, but when you’ve had a streak of 9s, it can be a much-needed taking the edge off, & i try to make space for that breadth of experience in my language.

i’ve answered a few similar questions before so i’ll add my “asks” & “faq” tags on my chronic illness blog in the reblogs if you want to browse! much love to you & your friend and feel free to lmk if you have any other questions 💓💓

[tinukis]

Random but... Sabosan modern au thoughts?? (if you like it, of course) 👀

modern au my beloved (also sabosan in my asks i cheered)

anyway !!! i love modern au So Much and like there will be many different versions because im indecisive <3 but my favorite one is college au (thank you one piece academy for being my inspiration for some things. like thank u for giving me cafe worker sabo???) + im a college student as well... not that i have a social life but it'd be nice to have your favorites in your situations. i wont lie, it's hard to imagine ace and luffy in college. maybe ace has a better chance but luffy? hard to imagine unless hes into gymnastics or something but anyway this is about sabosan

sabo and sanji meeting is inevitable thanks to luffy. but it was more like passing by and just meeting luffy's friends at their house. however, sanji cannot keep his eyes off sabo and he hoped that no one would notice (they did. except sabo) out of respect though, no one brings it up or forces it out of him. they do tease him here and there but it all falls on sanji's shoulders and he gotta deal with it himself. but luffy is always willing to help if sanji asked. luffy tells him where to meet him and where he works, he doesnt have every little detail as these two were just the biggest ones.

again, sabo works at a cafe so sanji decides to go there and check it out in his free time. sanji just chills there and straightforwardly asks to talk to sabo (doesnt specify what) and bc he was luffy's friend, sabo was willing to listen. he does ask to go on a small break for this as he thought it was something urgent but a small talk was fine. i think sanji was a little awkward on how to approach this cause he honestly had no idea how exactly he felt about sabo (still questioned his sexuality poor guy) like did he have a crush on him or simply felt like being his friend? who knows! anyway sabo carried most of the conversation til sanji felt more comfortable to open up a little bit. they do have a great time talking and bond about luffy before sabo had to work again, but he invited sanji out once his shift ends.

after hours they end up strolling around the neighborhood before it got too dark and sanji really liked to be around his presence. he seemed very gentleman like, too. and sabo's relationship with his coworker/friend reminded sanji of luffy and another certain redhead. sanji noticed that sabo was able to cook and offered recipes which sabo was eternally grateful for. as the day ends, sanji thought he hit it off with sabo well. and even before heading home, sabo handed sanji his phone number so that they could make plans to hang out more or even just talk over the phone. (though it kinda complicates things more for sanji bc first off he had a "love at first sight" moment when he laid eyes on sabo, and every time he saw him whenever he'd visit luffy, it was hard to Not Look at sabo every time his presence is felt. and now sanji finally mustered up the courage to talk and officially befriend sabo just to get his number at the end? not only that they technically went on a mini date after his shift? even if it was a little stroll, sanji would be lying if he said his heart wasnt going to jump out at any moment)

on sabo's end, he admired sanji and was grateful to have someone like him look after his little brother in his stead sometimes. as mentioned before, sabo did Not notice sanji's glances at all so he was a bit surprised that sanji would talk to him.

theyre dynamic in modern au is friends to lovers but also mutual pining bc theyre silly like that

[xbittersweet-nostalgiax]

Every now and then I find myself wandering back over into one of my old fandoms (and I mean OLD, I was into this when I was like 8) and my brain goes "Hey you remember your OC? Let's make them Fit Better."

In this case it's Xiaolin Showdown and the OC in question is Yvette, aka Eve or Evie, who is also the Dragon Of Wood, but in the way that Jack is the Dragon Of Metal (since they're not on the Good Side, except they eventually will be bc it's my story lol)

She's also Jack's childhood friend who just sorta hangs around his basement-garage-lab-thing and tries to keep him out of any serious trouble—they definitely have a sort of Feminine Guy & Masculine Girl thing going on as well as the Red & Blue trope too bc she has blue hair (blue is also associated with the wood element, at least according to Wikipedia)

It's mainly just fun coming up with how she blends into the episodes; her outfits and behavior, how she changes things just by being involved, her relationships with not just Jack but the whole cast

Especially stuff like the episodes based in the future bc her older self is still by Jack's side, making sure he takes his meds and doesn't drive his scooter into a ditch or whatever....they're also married by that point and there's a whole bit about ppl noticing the matching rings (which Jack 100% made himself bc of course he would) and present day Jack kinda freaking out about it bc What Do You Mean I End Up Marrying My Best Friend??? and Yvette's just like Huh Cool bc she's significantly more chill than he is (but lbr that bar is kinda low lol)

And of course we've got her relationship with Good Jack which is pretty sweet bc she gets even more protective of him, and their dynamic in the timeline where Chase doesn't drink the soup is so beyond sweet it's positively diabetic....like, they have matching sunhats and she helps him braid his hair to keep it out of his way as they garden

But yeah Yvette's whole vibe is very chill and kinda lazy—at one point the main crew asks her why she goes along with Jack's plans and she's like "idk it's something to do I guess" bc just like Jack she comes from a rich family and doesn't exactly have a whole lot going on bc she is kinda spoiled

Yvette has a similar story to Katnappe in regards to how she met Jack—fancy party at his parents' mansion that she ditched to go down to the basement, only they were elementary school aged and Yvette chose to befriend him instead of being...catty lol

Their parents actually think the relationship could be beneficial, both socially and financially bc Rich People, so they mostly get left alone

Yvette's mom is french btw, but her dad is american(specifically Louisiana bc why not)—she's traveled back and forth quite a bit and has some odd quirks from being raised with both cultures (she can speak both Parisian French and Cajun French, and she likes to switch between the two to mess with her mom)

Funnily enough, this means Yvette has moments where her and Clay have some things in common—tho Texans and Cajuns are two very different creatures....still, things like iced sweet tea and biscuits & gravy are southern staples they bond over

....idk I just felt like rambling about her bc she feels pretty solid and the whole thing is just fun to think about, especially since it gives Jack a person who is always 100% in his corner even when she's physically carrying him away from a situation bc he needs to chill tf out and also shit's about to go south

Like seriously tho...dude needs that bc some of the later episodes especially get kinda rough for him—iykyk—and at the end of the day this is all wish fulfillment and my wish is for the narrative to not beat him with the short end of the stick on a regular basis....so I gave him a kickass girlfriend who keeps his shit from getting wrecked too hard (they still lose, I just get sick of the narrative adding injury to insult if you know what I mean)

[dear-space-cadet]

Hello! I’m sorry for spamming your notifs, but I was going through your Franz posts (I’ve been in love with this band for the past 2 yrs) and I’ve never heard about the Alex dms. Can you further expound on this? I’ve tried looking it up using different keywords but I’m not getting anything and I’m trying to figure out how to more ethically consume the music I love and keep calling myself a Franz fan. Sorry again, and thank you for sharing your story!

Hey! Thank you for being here!

A lot of the girls have only come to me privately and I don’t have any screenshots of my DMs with Alex but basically what you need to know is throughout the 2010s, Alex would form platonic but inappropriate bonds with young girls who interacted with him on social media, mostly Twitter and later Instagram. In some cases, Alex would meet up with girls irl and hang out with them in their city.

In my case in particular, he told me not to tell anyone we were talking. I was 13 when he first DMed me and we stayed in contact until I was 17. It was never anything inappropriate in a vacuum, however it was very very wrong for him to seek validation and affirmation from teenage girls. A lot of us share the experience of going to him for advice and him feeling very satisfied by helping us. Like I said, he would hold a lot of things over our heads and would be ‘disappointed’ if we did something he didn’t approve of — like telling people we were talking, or drinking coffee (he hates coffee), or playing ukulele (what’s his deal???). He’s really charming and has a way of getting in your head. He makes you feel special and then takes the attention away from you. He makes you fawn. He makes you need him.

Where it gets freaky is when a sex worker reached out to me and told me that my story concerned her bc she hooked up with Alex and used the same protective and fatherly tone/language he used with me while they were hooking up. He mentioned being older than her, being old enough to be her father in particular, and feeling like he had to protect her.

I know I don’t have screenshots of any of this and that makes it hard to believe but like I said, these girls came to me in private, and in my case, I don’t have access to the DMs anymore and I don’t have any screenshots. Alex likely still has them all on his end but obviously he’d never hand them over lmfao. I deleted the 2015 DMs when my parents found them and got locked out of the account with the 2018 DMs. I can ask around to see if anyone has anything they’re willing to share publicly, but it’s not rly my business

My statement from 2023 is here

Also, in order to be an ethical Franz fan, I’d recommend just not directly seeking interaction with Alex, especially if you’re under 18. Alex seemed to have stopped doing this (at least to my knowledge) when his relationship with Clara got serious/went public, which all the more points to it being a sexual thing. Especially since a lot of the girls he DMed have similar traits.

Be safe, look out for your younger friends, and thank you for listening and believing me. It means a lot

TLDR: Alex DMed and kept up friendships with a lot of teenage girls non-sexually in the 2010s, and while that’s not inherently inappropriate in a vacuum, he exerted power over them and found some sort of gratification in giving them special treatment and then taking it away

[sparklymilks]

dayblogging (at 4am)

had a minor tiff w/ ben over asking him to wear a mask @ work for a few days which ended up fine but the thrust of it was: me: i dont understand why it's so hard for you to give your boss a heads-up that you're gonna mask for a few days bc you're geting married in <2 weeks and want ti minimise any disasters + we're currently in a covid surge ben: no one at work wears one and i dont want to be the only one. office politics + environmental pressure etc me: *silent bc i cant think of a nice reply to that one* ben: ill ask if i can work from home this week :| he also was like "i didnt realise me saying no would upset you?" and i was a bit like ...do you think i would ask you to mask up for the fun of it all?!?! anyway w/e w/e i do understand how shit it is to be the only person wearing a mask, it's really embarrassing + esp in a workplace environment where you need to be v concerned w/ how people are viewing you innit. like the social cost is real + i know his office is v quiet as well but like. we're literally getting married in <2 weeks and covid can take like 10 days to clear (or more - last time it took ben 10d) so just take thi one for the FUCKING TEAM, BEN anyway w/e im happy he said he'd work from home (it should be fine - his work seems v reasonable) bc that seems like a good option btwn social cost @ his job + just raw dogging the oxygen also i do understand the social pressure when no one else is wearing a mask which is why i get in there first and either lie or exaggerate massively to anyone i come across. or just tell the truth, depending on what's best. like the other day when i took my wedding dress in for alterations i said to the tailor like "hiiii - sorry about the mask, im just super paranoid about something going wrong <3 :)" in my least threatening tone + he was like Of course honey :-) and that was that. i have also used the excuse that my mum has cancer (which was half-true lmfao) and that i live with a "highly vulnerable person" (absolute lie) like if you're in a situation where you're never gonna see these people again just like make something up or explain first or whatever the fuck lol

we basically spent all evening/night (it's 4am and i just left our bedroom lol) hanging out in our bed (with the above argument only taking up about 10m earlier on) trading pokemon on pokemon go / battling on pokemon go / watching tiktok / having sex

oh god i nearly forgot - HE BROUGHT HIS WEDDING SUIT HOME + he looks so fucking good, like an old worldy gentleman, 3 piece suit with this incredible lining fabric + like little bits of pink sprinkled throughout

i painted our nails to match again

[cyberthot666]

ok I wasn’t gonna say anything but I can’t stop thinking about it now. last night my coworker, who I also consider a friend, his gf came in and I’ve been trying to befriend her cause I want her to like me. we’re all 3 aries 🥴 anyway, I’m usually painfully awkward with her no matter how hard I try cause I can get bad social anxiety with people I don’t know well and I’ve realized I lean heavily on people pleasing tendencies so I can feel crushed if someone doesn’t like me even if I don’t know them or like them 🙄 anyway, I thought for once we were having a good conversation and it was flowing. I complimented her nails and then we talked about nails for a long time. I sent her a picture of these vitamins I use. we’ve given each other book recommendations. it had been really slow for the last couple of hours with just her and another regular in there. all I had left to do was clean. it was bout 30 minutes til close and I was sure no one else would come in. I went in the back to sweep real quick and she ordered some food. just a little snack, which I had no problem making. I even went to slice fresh cucumbers for her. then when I came back out this annoying girl that’s a regular came in and everyone started squealing. and I was thinking oh great. I sat her food down in front of her and she acknowledged it but didn’t thank me. so I was like oh. that just told me A LOT. ok so she’s being fake nice to me for my coworker’s sake. cool. got it. will no longer bother her with my chit chat when she comes to visit him. I really thought she seemed nice but things got awkward when she realized I’m older than her and not younger????? lmfao. anyway, her and this annoying girl started talking like besties and then that girl ordered 4 dishes. 30 minutes before close. she also brought two trashy ass behaving men in with her. so now I’m pissed. I had my music playing loudly in kitchen cause that’s how I usually passive aggressively signal to customers that kitchen is about to close. I brought all the food out to annoying girl and she was polite & thanked me. then an order for like 3 big dishes rang in but they were all spelled wrong & I was like wtf and walked back out to the coworker I’ve been having a weird situationship with and both his brothers and another guy who works with us all hanging out at the bar. so now there’s like 10 people in the dining room being rambunctious af bout 10-15 minutes before close and the shelf we’ve been asking to be fixed for months just collapsed for the 100th time so I started getting pissed off and didn’t even talk to him. all I said was hi & bye and you could tell I was upset. after I was off I went to the dive bar behind us to play pool with some of the girls I work with and that coworker’s gf was at the bar the moment I walked in and I said hi :) really nicely and then later when he got there they were being weird in a corner by themselves. I was going to say bye as we were walking out but he just looked at me then looked away. I was like damn. is she mad I went to grab him extra sour cream for his lunch earlier or? I do little favors like that for everyone I work with. idk I was just trying to figure out what it is I did but maybe she’s just one of those girls that sees competition in every other woman idk. but anyway I’ll know not to waste my efforts anymore bc I really don’t respect people who can’t at least thank their server when they drop them food. that’s a huge red flag to me especially considering she also works in a restaurant.

[aajjks]

BC!JK

he doesn’t want to? why not?

can’t he see that you’re a girl who can’t make up their mind to save their life, you’re clearly obsessed with your ex, you have a cat, you’re an over-thinker, and you have no social life. you’re everything a guy would literally hate and actively avoid yet here he is putting his heart out in the open and it has your name written all over it.

jungkook still likes you after all these years despite you both not ending on the best terms and it’s unbelievable.

you’re sure he’s seen and met so many other girls that are 1000% better than you yet here he is claiming to still have feelings for you. claiming that he can mend your heart and be the best man for you but only if you give him one chance.

he wants another shot at your heart. he messed up the last time but this time will be different because he’s different and neither of you are sure if you’ll see each other again if the answer is no.

“wow” you say a bit flattered by jungkook’s confession.

“i’m gonna cry a lot and i’ll probably want to be alone a lot too” you follow up but that doesn’t steer jungkook away because he understands how you feel.

“if you’re okay then…i’ll stay. i’ll call danielle and tell her to go back home. she’ll probably be mad but she’ll understand” you shrug before picking up your soaked bag and telling jungkook you’ll be in your room to freshen up and once the door of the guest bedroom closes, you don’t get to see jungkook being ecstatic that you decided to stay.

“hey danny, where are you?”

“i was just about to call you! i just left!!”

“YOU JUST LEFT?! danielle!!”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!!”

“well, don’t worry about it. you can turn around, i’m staying with…with jungkook”

“……..huh?”

“i-i said—“

“I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU!! are you two fucking or something?”

“eww, danny no! he’s letting me stay until i get my own apartment”

“mhm, sure he is. you don’t have to sugarcoat y’know?”

“shut up, danielle. i told you it’s not like that. we’re just—“

“fuck buddies?”

“wha? no!”

“sneaky links?”

“danielle”

“mutual care bears…for now”

“PLATONIC, danielle. it’s platonic. plus, it’s only until i get my apartment. once i find a place in my budget then i’m gonna leave”

“whatever, now tell me about this break up”

“let me wash up first then we’ll talk, ok?”

“okay. you better call me back too!”

“i will! i will!”

you hang up the phone and open your soaked bag and just when this night, okay seriously, WHY is your night going left like this? most of your clothes are soaked from the rain and although it’s 100% your fault, you just can’t catch a break.

“jungkook?” you softly call for his name with hopes that he heard you and before you can call his name again, he’s at your door wondering if everything is okay.

“uh, i’m fine it’s just…do you have an extra pair of clothes i can borrow for the night? some of mine are wet from the rain”

Did you just ask him for clothes?

He doesn’t have any women’s clothes in his house that’s for sure so maybe he will have to give you his, which he is more than fine with, but… would you be comfortable with wearing his clothes?

“Uhhh yn I don’t have any female clothing here… would you like a pair of T-shirt and a pair of pajamas? They’re mine.” it’s hard for him to look at you without blushing. He knows that Your night is really bad, but his night is just right.

He will really get to witness you wearing his clothes.. a guy’s biggest fantasy is to see the girl he loves in his clothes….

And he’s about to experience that….

You will look so adorable in his large, clothes, and he is not going to let this opportunity go so before you can give him an answer he’s off to his room and he’s taking out his clothes, and like an excited boy, he’s running back to your room.

“HERE.” he literally throws the clothes in your hands, unable to hide his excitement, “go shower, do whatever you want and I’ll prepare something for us to eat… and I gotta go check on my dog… trust me he will not bother you.” he assures you because he just told him that you don’t really get along with dogs….

You will learn to love him that’s okay. And he knows that you’re really awkward with him…. So Jungkook just leaves you to your business before going back to his room and he is also taking a shower, and it’s a quick one because he knows he has to cook for you, so after he’s done he hurriedly puts on some clothes.

And while he was showering, he was literally beaming with happiness because you’re literally in his home… with him.

It’s like his wildest dream has come true.

Jungkook doesn’t really bother to dry his hair, soon he’s off to the kitchen. “Hmm what would yn like?” he thinks to himself, before deciding to just grill some beef for the both of you…

I mean, he doesn’t really know what do you like but he’s sure that you would love beef…

Honestly cooking is therapy for him… and he humming to himself, singing his heart away… that is until you call out his name

“Oh yes, yn?”

He turns around, and he swears to God that.. he’s forgotten how to breathe.

There you stand in all your glory- in his clothes. He cannot believe this earth.

[warmuse]

The original ask should come with content warning, but since I can't grab their brain and do it, I'll slap it on myself

CW for weight judging, appareance judging, borderline abliest based on judging someone's performance and worth by visual appearance of sickness

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Wow it seems in this fandom it's just normal and not rude at all to speculate openly about someone's appearance and make wild conclusions, right?

No one is saying rockstar life or smoking or their schedule is healthy for the band but the current obsession that Damiano is sabotaging himself (and no one else in the band?) and placing the blame subtly on him doesn't sit right with me, don't you think?

No I don't care whether the conclusion was right or wrong, of course Damiano is tired from touring, making multiple big energetic gigs per week and travelling all over the place in strange beds are exhausting to anyone, of course having to go through so many commitment to one so anxious as him would take tolls which may or may not result in him smoking visibly more. It's the language and attitude of these people lording over their "blorbo rocker" or whatever that makes me roll my eyes so hard I can see the back of my own socket. To be called naive or dumb bc "I didn't see the warning sign" is just as dumb. Warning sign of what? Lung cancer? They have that stuck to every cigarette, do these people think Damiano is illiterate?

So what do the "Damiano's health experts" propose? Gonna shout at him to stop smoking? Boycott the streams bc he is not "in a healthy weight"? (Also pointing out someone's weight in this society is kinda gross, dont you agree?) Ask to control his diet because you don't find him in a desirable meat-to-fat ratio? Damn Damiano must have so many doctors and dieticians, the way people just throw comments about his appearance. Apparently in this age and in the world wide web, an adult human deserves to be judged like a farm animal in a fare riight? Because he's a frontman of the band and suddenly all things that you would feel uncomfortable and rude when shouted at from a stranger across the street becomes ok?

Being a fan is an one-way street, I'm afraid, no matter how much you love them you don't know everything, you shouldn't know everything, if you think you have rights to commodify and own one person's entire behavior go and reflect on how social media and parasocial marketing has given you a brainrot

Also, what about Ethan or Thomas? Do we not care about their health, too, or they're better people than Damiano who must do everything wrong and so immune to cigarette? Thomas and Ethan must be "dying and in horrible places" because he smokes and sometimes accompanies Vic partying? But sure they are totally fine! Ethan looks fine and unchanged so it's Damiano who is only doing "irresponsible behavior" clearly! Who's gonna walk up to Victoria and ask her to stop partying so much bc if she becomes a good girl she wouldn't get sick (a hyperbole anyway)? Wasn't there someone on this very app who were bold enough to speculate on her genetic pool because her mother died of cancer and she sometimes misses interviews? Do these people stop for one microsecond to think and go "hang on, is this something I can ask to a celebrity in public without looking like a nonce"? gods, is it possibly bad and toxic to buy their tour tickets because by making them work more, we're sabotaging their health?

It's not about "ignoring the obvious bc of rose tinted glass" it's about "being respectful of their life choices" by gods some people in this fandom sure sound like they need to go back to stanning fictional people who can be molded into zero problematic behavior so that they don't get to lash out to a total stranger (no going to their gigs multiple times doesn't count)

Okay but look at pics from 1-2 years ago vs now he looks older and looks sick, it's not make up

His face looks tired his eyes are becoming sunken, he lost weight, he's smoking more even his demeanor has changed

Everything is different about Damiano seriously something is off

He's not okay, it's not just the smoking it's the face the behavior and it's VERY apparent that he's not okay take off the rose colored glasses and look around look at all of them from 1 year ago to now and who looks the least okay? Damiano, the tour is taking an awful toll on everyone but Damiano is visibly in the worst state look at the facts and everything else he's not okay and we have to admit that

I think the tour is taking a toll on him and everyone else. They really need a break.

[murkycran]

Human!Dreamling AU

Hob is a former soldier turned history professor (original, I know)

Dream is a successful author; he writes under the pseudonym of Morpheus because he likes his privacy

Dream starts sitting in on Hob’s history classes because he’s doing research for his next book

Which would fine and all, if only 1) he had bothered to tell Hob that rather than just showing up one day, and 2) he wasn’t so distracting for the actual students in the class

As it is, Dream just starts showing up after class one day and Hob is like “um?? Can I help you???”

Dream: “your Department Chair said I could be here”

Hob: “well no one told ME that”

It starts off a bit contentious; Dream refuses to tell Hob what he’s writing about, just asks vague questions, and his attitude makes Hob feel inferior or like he’s being judged

In truth Dream is just an awkward idiot who has a hard time talking to people, hence the need for writing under a pseudonym and saving his privacy

Hob, finally reaching his limit with feeling like he’s being judged and deemed inadequate, asks why Dream doesn’t just sit in with the other history professors

Dream, getting huffy and defensive, says “my sister praised your passion and depth of knowledge in your field, but if you truly find me so bothersome, I’ll find someone else”

Hob: “sorry, did you say sister?”

Hob served in the army with Death, who was a combat medic

Death and Hob kept in touch after being discharged from the army, but they both kind of got busy with life and only occasionally saw each other on social media

While Hob went on to get his degree in history and teach, Death got her PhD in medicine and opened her own practice

When Dream complained about needing to do some research on an era of history for his next book to Death, she suggested Hob and talked about how good of a teacher he was. So Dream pulled some strings and got permission from the Department Chair to sit in on Hob’s classes.

Hob is a little embarrassed - he considers himself a pretty average professor and doesn’t have the same years of experience as some of the other professors - but feels honored that Death recommended him so highly

Ofc before he can actually say anything like that, Dream leaves because he’s Offended and needs to sulk

Feeling a little bad about how they parted (only a little bc Dream can be an ass when he wants to be), Hob reaches out to Death again and tells her about it. She’s pretty much like “sigh yeah that’s Dream for you, dw I’ll talk to him”

Cue her calling Dream and calling him an idiot and telling him he needs to use his words more rather than expecting everyone to simply accommodate him.

Death uses Older Sister Voice to strike a blow!! Dream sulks about it some more but realizes she’s right and shows up to the next class Hob is teaching

He doesn’t really apologize but he does say he overreacted; Hob DOES apologize for misjudging Dream, however. He’s still willing to give Dream a shot now that he knows Death specifically recommended him to Dream

Hob tried to ask Dream about the books he’s written before but Dream Will Not tell him what his pen name is; hob also tries to ask what the current book is about, and Dream still won’t talk about it

This is all frustrating to Hob, bc if he knew even what genre Dream was writing he could probably help more than by just giving a basic history lesson. He could be specific about what he tells Dream, give plot relevant info, etc etc.

Dream dgaf tho and plays it all close to the vest bc he doesn’t want someone ‘interfering’ with his writing process. It irks Hob, but he comes to see it as a game, trying to figure out Dream’s pseudonym from little clues in their conversations.

Leading to not only many more classes where Dream shows up (Hob’s students are INTRIGUED bc who is this man randomly hanging around our professor?), but also some one on one meetings either at Hob’s office or at the New Inn over drinks. Dream even offers to pay Hob, but Hob insists he just pay for the drinks when they go out, bc he sees his talks with Dream as a favor to his Death, who saved his life more than once out in the field

What started as a rough partnership evolves into a comfortable friendship over months, as their meetings eventually start to progress past just talking about history to other topics. They get to know each other outside the original context of their meetings by talking about things that, yknow, friends talk about. Food, hobbies, family, past experiences, etc.

I think the tipping point for Hob realizing he’s got a crush on Dream would be him coming into the university building where he teaches one day and seeing Dream talking to another professor.

All the social studies and liberal arts are taught in the same building. Dream showed up early for Hob’s class bc he thought he heard a different professor reciting Shakespeare to their class once. He likes Shakespeare ofc so he thought he’d show up a little early to listen to the Shakespeare class out of curiosity. He ends up in a discussion after the class ends with the professor. The professor, named Will (bc I think I’m hilarious), is an English professor who teaches a class on Shakespearean Literature to third and fourth year students.

On his way to his own class, Hob sees the two of them talking after the Shakespeare class ends, and feels a little weird about it but he has a class to teach so he ignores it

Or at least he tries to. The feeling grows when his class starts and Dream is nowhere to be seen for at least the first 30 min of class. When Dream finally does come in, it’s the latest he’s ever arrived and it bugs tf out of Hob so much he tells Dream after class that they can’t meet that day bc there’s a faculty meeting that Hob forgot about.

Dream is a little surprised and disappointed, but is okay with putting their meeting off for another day. After he leaves, Hob finds himself wondering exactly why he told Dream they couldn’t meet, bc now that Dream’s gone he regrets lying and just wants Dream to come back. Now irritated with both himself and Will the English professor, Hob goes home for the rest of the day to grade papers. If there’s a little more red on the essays than there normally is, that’s only bc his students had a particularly hard time with the recent unit and not at all bc he’s mad.

Hob doesn’t have any classes the next day, but he does actually have a meeting with the Department Chair about next semester’s classes, so he goes to the university. After his meeting with the Chair, he happens to walk by Will the English professor’s class out of curiosity and sees Dream sitting in the back of the class. Hob gets aggravated all over again, stewing outside the closed classroom door (it’s one of those with the window on the door) and thinking not very nice thoughts about Will the English professor when Dream looks towards him and sees Hob at the door. He looks surprised.

Without even thinking about it Hob automatically leaves bc shit! Dream caught him standing outside the class like a creepy stalker! Fuck. Hob drives all the way home mortified and cursing himself before he realizes he’s blushing all over. Cue the realization that hey maybe this is about more than just his friend becoming friends with Will the English professor.

I have more for this AU, but this post is getting a little long for mobile so I’m cutting it off here (for now…)

Now with a Part 2!

[sebsxphia]

Ok seb I CANNOT stop thinking about asshole frat boy jake pining after a really sweet, shy, wallflower type of girl 🥺 like she’s really quiet and doesn’t have a ton of friends and doesn’t really go out much, but her roommates drag her along to a party at jake’s frat house bc “you need to socialize” but of course they end up leaving her alone and that’s where Jake sees here standing all alone against the wall sipping from a red plastic cup and just looking absolutely miserable. He thinks she’s gorgeous so he walks up to her, ready to use all his charm and woo her into his bed for the evening.. but she’s not having any of it, not falling for his usual tricks because she’s smart enough to know what guys like him want. But Jake enjoys seeing how shy and flustered and blushy she got from all of his compliments and flirting, so he makes it his mission to try to win her over, inviting her to more frat parties (which she always very politely declines), sitting next to her in a class they share together and doing everything in his power to make her laugh because her sweet, quiet giggles are the only thing that makes the boring class bearable, spending lots of time in the campus library that he never dared step foot in before because he found out from her friend that she works there, maybe even asking her to tutor him or help him with a paper just so he could spend more time with her. And he’d be so shocked by the fact that he’s met someone who has him wanting to change his slutty frat boy ways because he’s genuinely starting to like her beyond just wanting to sleep with her 🥹

I CANNOT BEGIN TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS TROPE DEAR ANON SJNDAKKSNKDSJ

because all of jake’s friends would tease him for always hanging around you and actually wanting to study instead of party all the time, but jake would defend you with his life, even if you weren’t in the room with him at the time.

he loves seeing you enjoy a completely new side of life that he’s never experienced before. working hard and being proud of what you achieve, spending time on yourself, enjoying the quieter moments. he relishes each and every one of those moments with you.

thank you so, so much for this wonderful idea my dear anon!! mwah!! 💌💖🫶🏼

[belphiesreverie]

Build a Yandere results!

It’s finally done!! I apologise for the delay with posting this, but hopefully it was worth the wait! Thank you again to everyone who contributed to the event and I hope you enjoy the final result! 💕

As I mentioned in the original post, you can send in hc/scenario requests, ask the yandere direct questions, ask for drawings etc now that they are done! I really hope you enjoy interacting with them!

Yandere and info under the cut!

Introducing Nero!

General info!

Nero is 21 years old and his birthday is the 12th July

He stands at about 6’0 but often wears platforms which make him closer to 6’3

His dad is an executive in a mafia family and owns a large business to act as a coverup. Nero will be taking over for him eventually so he’s majoring in business

However, he’s also minoring in English Literature as he adores reading and writing poems and he wanted to become a writer himself at some point

Despite his intimidating demeanour, Nero is actually a massive hopeless romantic and you can’t really tell how… passionate he is if you ever get the chance to read one of his poems

Nero is often seen carrying around cigarettes, although he doesn’t actually smoke. There was a misunderstanding once where someone assumed he wanted a cigarette when he came over to them, and since then people have assumed that’s what he wants whenever he approaches someone

He has a younger sister whom he absolutely adores and would do anything to keep her happy. She loves painting his nails and playing with his hair so he keeps them both long for her

He’s also in charge of looking after her a lot so he’s getting close to househusband material. He’s amazing at cleaning and getting it done super fast, but cannot cook for the life of him. He’s trying his hardest to get better at it though

Nero has partial heterochromia in his left eye!

He has tattoo’s from his father’s mafia family on his back and right arm. He covers the one on his arm with bandages so he doesn’t look as unapproachable or scary, but the bandages make it looks like he gets in lots of fights so it’s slightly counter intuitive

He’s an ambivert. There are times where he has to be social and interact with lots of people, and he doesn’t mind too much. But he also loves to spend a lot of time cooped up in his house doing nothing

Not a hc, but a fun fact abt his design! The lip piercing he has is called an angel bite and he has pointy jewellery to mimic vampire teeth! This is bc the human votes won, but it was a super close call between him being an angel or a vampire if he was non human. Just a cute lil easter egg 💕

Yandere type!

Nero is obsessive first and foremost. When he falls for someone, he falls hard and all his thoughts and actions revolve around them

His poems go from being about the feeling of wanting to experience love and a relationship, to cryptic but heavily detailed confessions to the object of his desires

He’s also quite protective of them as well. He knows that because of his father’s line of work, he has a target on his back as well and that it is probably extended towards his darling, so he goes above and beyond in ‘protecting’ them. Even if they’re not aware that he’s made it his job to watch over them 24/7

His persistence comes about from the perceived lack of sincerity that his darling assumes he holds

No matter how many times he asks them out to a nice fancy restaurant, or a cute little picnic, or on a world famous cruise, or even just to go see a movie. He’s not very outwardly expressive so every invitation seems to hold a tinge of insincerity, no matter how genuine he’s trying to be

The constant rejections won’t stop him or deter him though. They usually go right over his head as he continues to follow his darling around for the rest of the day

Even if they don’t enjoy his presence, he’s still gonna be right there next to him as often as he can be. He likes being close to them and it helps keep the others away as well

If his darling willingly lets him hang around them though? Well he’s got this excited air around him the entire day, the positivity practically radiating off of him. Which is actually helpful, since just looking at his expression would make you think he’s regretting even asking

His darling’s friends are absolutely not invited to hang out though. Just having his darling acknowledge someone else is enough to set him over the edge, let alone if he hears them planning outings together or anything like that

He knows he doesn’t have the right to monopolise his darling’s time, but he just can’t help but want to keep them all to himself without any pests bothering them. What’s more romantic than being the only person in each other’s lives?

He views his darling way above him. Nero knows he’s by no stretch of the imagination a good person. Especially considering the ties to the mafia through his father. Compared to him, his darling is practically a saint that can do no wrong

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[overlydramaticinephile]

Head over heels in love.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (no physical descriptions) 

Summary: Steve goes with Y/N to an admissions college party and things don´t go exactly as they expected. (Yep, keeping it vague bc i suck at summarys)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Based in the beginning of season 3. Arguments, fluff, and a tiny bit of angst. Steve is one year older than reader. Some curse words. (English is NOT my first language)

A/N: Hi! Tbh I thought I would only write one fic but I got super motivated to do like a whole different scenes from Dawson´s Creek and incorporate it to Stranger Things somehow…so yeah- hope you guys enjoy! <3 thank you so much for reading my other fic too!

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Steve found himself outside of Hawkins High waiting for his girlfriend to come out so they could hang out, it's been a while since they had their fun, you know, with Y/N worrying about her college applications and Steve working full time at the new mall.

When Y/N didn't show he decided to go inside what could be described by many as the hell hole. Steve was a little nervous, but he had to do something, so, he walked in and started looking for the Y/H/C girl. After what seemed like an eternity of looking and asking around, he saw her going down the stairs by herself and he thought it would be the perfect time to surprise her.

“Steve! what are you doing here?”

Steve moved very quietly to where Y/N was now standing and picked her up from behind causing her to yelp for a moment until she realized what was happening. They both started to giggle in a way that would make lots of people throw up. It was way too adorable.

“Well, Missy, you took a while and I decided to come to look for you”

“Right…sorry, I was looking at the last details for the party on Saturday night.”

Oh, yeah, Steve remembers 'the party'. “Do we have to?” he whined.

“Yes, Steve, we have to,” said Y/N for what felt like the tenth time.

“Well, have you thought about hiring an escort? Because from what I'm told you can't take me anywhere.”

“I called around, but they're all out of socially-presentable man-meat.”

“What if I just broke up with you? What would you do then?”

“Look, do what you have to do. You're still coming with me.”

“Fascist.” Steve sighed.

“Scaredy-cat,” said Y/N with a dramatic shocked voice.

“Are we at least gonna have a good time?” he said hopefully but deep down he knew it wasn't very likely.

“My guess is no.” Why sugarcoat it?

“So why can't we just say “Nay” to the whole idea of hanging out with the prep school contingent, and go over to Dustin's party?”

"Because, Steve, that would severely diminish my chances of getting into college," she said a matter of factly.

"Well, when you put it that way--"

"Stevie?" she started doing that pouty face that melted Steve's heart. Every. Time.

"Yes." he looked down, it was hard to look at that face and stay in check with your initial argument.

"You know how important this party is to me."

"Yes, I know," he said in a whisper-like voice.

"And being in a relationship means that sometimes you have to do things that you don't particularly enjoy for that other person."

"Yeah."

That made Steve finally look up. "Oh, hold on. Do you think that I enjoy those dinners for one second? For the record, we could stop those at any time." his voice becoming more excited.

Y/N decided to continue to prove her point. "You know, for me, that would be Sunday dinners with your parents."

Steve chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I really am. Is it working?"

Y/N could read his intentions. At the end of the day, she knew him better than anyone. "I know you're still trying to get out of this party."

"It's like watching a train wreck." She deadpanned and gave him a kiss on the cheek with a grin on her face.

Later that week

The couple started walking with arms linked to each other. Y/N was wearing a simple black dress that cut at the knee with some sensible black heels. Steve, on the other hand, was wearing a suit, which Y/N haven't seen him in since his graduation day. Let's be real, he looked extremely handsome, with his perfect hair and that smile that could cure disease.

"You know, we can always just turn around. Which would, of course, be incredibly cowardly."

Walking through the stairs you could tell Y/N was nervous by how she kept furrowing her face making her look worried. Steve like always, noticed that.

Y/N breathed out. "Yet sounds incredibly appealing." she let out a nervous laugh.

By this point Steve couldn't take his eyes off her, he felt truly lucky to be able to call her his. Lost in thought he couldn't help but smile.

Y/N looked at Steve with confusion in her eyes, yet his face also made her smile. "You're grinning like an idiot."

"Yeah, I know. I can't help it," he said with such a gentle voice.

"Why?" She was beginning to get nervous. What could he possibly be smiling about right now?

"Because…I'm the only guy at this party who gets to walk in with Audrey Hepburn on his arm." Yep. Steve in love was a total sap. No one can convince us otherwise.

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"You've certainly been quiet tonight, Miss Y/L/N."

Steve and Y/N sat at the table with Walter, the head figure of admissions. Making Y/N even more nervous if that's even possible.

Y/N chuckled awkwardly. "Just soaking it all in, I guess."

"Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?"

Damn, could this get any worse? "Um...there's really not much to tell. I'm pretty much your average teenage girl," she said with a tender smile that she hoped would hide all her insecurities right now.

By now Y/N was hoping for a miracle that would make things less awkward.

"Having reviewed your application, I hardly think so. I seem to remember a certain fondness for art. Have you been to the Guggenheim?"

"No, but I have always wanted to go to New York..."

"Well, the building itself…It's really the most amazing feat of construction. It's an extraordinary combination of intersecting shapes. It's an architectural epiphany."

Steve could tell how uncomfortable Y/N was, she had this embarrassed look on her face so he thought it wouldn't hurt if he cut in on the conversation.

"Nah, I don't know. You ask me, the thing just looks like a big artichoke."

Y/N turned to him in total shock and so did the other guests. Silence overcame the table until of course Steve kept talking.

"No, I'm serious, it does."

Walter looked intrigued by his comment. "Oh, so you've been?" you could tell it was a genuine question with genuine interest.

"Well, no, but my parents, their big architecture buffs, and they're into those coffee table art books. So, I've seen all the pictures, and I'm here to tell you, it looks like a big artichoke."

After what felt like the most awkward tension they had ever lived, Walter started to laugh, making everyone laugh with him like some type of clockwork.

"Big artichoke. You're right. It does look like an artichoke." he seemed to not be able to control his laughter. Y/N smiled confused and gave a little laugh at the scene.

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"So, then the Rabbi says, “Rectum? I damn near killed 'em!”

Y/N seemed to not be able to make a profound conversation like she hoped to make the best impression. She just sat there contemplating what she could do to make this better while Steve here was making Walter have a great time with his funny little comments. Y/N knew Steve had always been a social butterfly, he used to be “King Steve” for a reason. But she certainly wasn't expecting him to enjoy this so much after the crap he gave her earlier this week about the event.

Walter kept laughing the entire time. "Good one, right?" said Steve with that smile.

He was nearly choking by how much he was laughing at this point. While Y/N just could help but be a little jealous of Steve's social skills.

"It's very good. Y/N, I had no idea your boyfriend was such a charmer."

She gave a fake smile that only Steve could read. "Who knew?"

Walter got serious for a moment. "Emerson could use a young man like you, Steve. Why haven't you applied?" Well, this got interesting.

Y/N saw this as an opportunity to get some time in the conversation. "Yeah, Steve, why haven't you? She knew the answer, he didn't get into any college yet and his parents were trying to teach him a lesson by making him work his ass off.

Steve got quiet for a moment trying to think of an answer. "Well, I-- To be perfectly honest, uh, both of my parents are real big lefties, so for me, it's Yale or nothing."

"Well, that certainly is our loss." Walter seemed genuinely sad at that answer.

Y/N had enough by now, she didn't understand what the hell was happening right now.

"Hey, Steve, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah sure." he seemed very calm.

"Outside. Excuse us." she faked a smile again.

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Y/N started to walk as fast as she could, and she looked pissed.

"Steve, I can't believe you just did that."

"Just did what?" he didn't see any problem.

"You lied!" she got more and more desperate by the second.

That's when Steve started to understand where she was going with this.

"Hold on a second--"

"After that whole pseudo-motivational diatribe, you flat out lied."

"Y/N/N, can I have the floor for just a second--" he really wanted to explain what was going on inside.

"Why are you trying so hard to impress these people?"

"Are you done yet?" he deadpanned.

She seemed to not be able to stop saying all her thoughts making it impossible for Steve to explain himself.

"I don't even know who you are right now." she sighed.

"All I'm try-"

"Excuse me, Steve. Excuse me. I would love for you to meet the dean. Do you mind, Y/N?" Walter seemed very excited.

And of course, with their luck, they were interrupted. By Walter of all people.

What was Y/N supposed to even say to that? "Course not." she fake smiled for the third time that night.

"Sure," said Steve, looking at Y/N with an unreadable expression while he turned the other way.

Walter started to chuckle. "He's a great guy. An old friend. I'd love for him to hear the, uh…"

"Two Rabbis."

"Yeah." He laughed.

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Y/N sat at one of the benches outside and couldn't help but cry. What happened tonight? It clearly didn't go as she wanted, and sadness took over her while she sobbed. She didn't even notice Walter coming back outside.

"Hi, Y/N," he said with an understanding tone.

Shit. Y/N thought. She wiped her tears and acted like he didn't see her crying her eyes out just a second ago. "Uh, hi, Mr. Kubelik, um…I'm sorry, I…I think I need to apologize."

He was confused but calmed. "Really? Whatever for?"

Y/N sighed. "Well, I think I blew it tonight. And it's just, um, this is kind of a whole new world for me, and I, um, I don't really know what to do or what to say, and I know that I don't fit in very well--"

"Y/N, you didn't blow anything. Your academic record stands on its own. You're a stunningly bright young lady. No one is grading you on your social skills.

She looked a little more relieved. Like she could breathe again.

"Be that as it may, you couldn't ask for a better character witness than that boyfriend of yours."

Y/N looked up into his eyes confused and wanting him to elaborate on his last comment.

"Seriously. He just talked the dean's ear off, all about you. How you've changed him, how you've helped him. How he couldn't imagine a better life than one with you by his side. What a rare gift, to have someone say such things about you."

She couldn't help to smile a little and get all shy about it.

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Finally, the party was over, and Y/N joined Steve after she said her goodbyes to some people at the event. Even though the last time they saw each other they didn't see eye to eye, the moment they looked at each other, they felt the need to be in each other's arms.

"Apology accepted," mumbled Steve.

Y/N removed her head from his shoulder. "I didn't apologize, Stevie," she said while furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Well, no, but you were going to."

Y/N gave him a smug smile. "I was?"

"Yeah, you were going to apologize for bitching me out earlier." he was being pretty forward about the whole situation, you had to give him that.

Y/N started to match his energy. "And what about you? You're the one who lied."

Of course. Steve looked deep into her eyes so she could see his honesty. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I was doing that all for you?"

Y/N's eyebrows shoot up. "And how, exactly, do I benefit from your distortion of the truth?"

"Well," he started to stroke her hair very delicately and continued with all he wanted to say earlier.

"Maybe I just wanted these people to see you through my eyes just for one night. To see this girl, this woman, who has more class and intelligence and beauty and grace than anyone else who's walking the face of the planet."

Y/N's eyes started to water; she opened her mouth to say something, but she shut it again when he kept going.

"And maybe things like this just come tumbling out of my mouth because I happen to be head over heels in love with you, but the really scary thing is--is…I think that they're true."

Y/N's heart melted but at the same time, she started to feel guilt and embarrassment because of her reaction earlier.

"Sorry, Steve. I just wanted to impress these people so bad, you know, to fit in, and I completely froze."

Steve cupped her face and with the softest voice, one could ever imagine he said. "Hey, that doesn't matter."

She took a step back from his embrace. Anxiety took over her. "Yes, it does! I've never wanted anything so bad in my whole life. And you--you just fit right in better than I ever will."

So that's what this was about. "Because there's nothing at stake for me here, Y/N/N. I have nothing to prove to these people. And Y/N/N, this world, is opening its doors to you. And when you step through, you are going to be such an amazing part of all of this.  And wherever you choose to go, you're doing them the favor, not the other way around.

"You know, your mom should get a medal."

Jeez. Y/N truly was tearing up with a small smile. She would never get used to Steve's love words. It made her heart do flip-flops, to say the least.

Well, Steve wasn't expecting that, but he went along with it. "Mom? Really, why's that?"

"Because she raised the perfect boy. And maybe things like that just tumble out of my mouth because I happen to be head over heels in love with you, but the scary thing is, I think it's true," she said with the biggest smile.

Steve pulled away for a second, staying very close to her."Mmm. What do you say if you and I take our little mutual admiration society on the road? Please, can we go someplace we both fit in?"

They couldn't help but chuckle at each other's words making them have the most passionate yet tender kiss that day.

"Yeah. Let's go."

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[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!