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if the chara and trope thing is still open ... for a lil thing
can i maaaaaybe ask for a lil thing w atsumu and mutual pining or idiots to lovers LOL
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“oh my god, look at your hair!”
atsumu’s gaze follows your finger to where it eagerly points at a photo in your old school yearbook. after visiting his childhood home and finding the artifact practically shoved under his mattress, the two of you have spent the last hour giggling at all of the embarrassing old pictures from your teenage years.
he scoffs at the humor laced in your voice, the one that’s poking fun at his messy dark brown mop from middle school.
“oh please, that’s ‘samu,” he deflects.
but growing up with the pair, you know better. he can’t fool you that easily.
“no it's not,” you scold before cooing back at the little ‘tsumu in the picture, “look how cute you look.”
and at the compliment, atsumu directs his attention back to the book, turning it slightly his way to get a better look at the photo. “cute? lemme see that, oh yeah, that’s me. definitely me.”
a light slap is felt against his shoulder and god, he wants you to touch him again. you'd think he would’ve gotten over this by now—the giddy high he gets every time your skin brushes against his. but here he is, grown and successful and yet still putty in your soft, unknowing hands.
he points to a candid photograph of you in the cafeteria.
“you always wore those stupid shoes,” he notes, eyeing the big clunky white sneakers that made you about three inches taller. he remembers liking how they made you eye level with him.
you hum, remembering how you’d practically worn the pair into the ground. “they were it back then.”
atsumu looks in the background of the photo to find his younger self sitting a few rows behind you, and while hidden by the camera’s blur, he knows he’s looking at you. he’s always looking at you, stupid shoes or not.
“can i tell you a secret?” he almost whispers, and it’s unsettling how out of character it is for him.
with a nervous laugh, you nod. atsumu smiles to himself before returning his attention back to the photo.
“i had the biggest crush on you in high school.”
you snort, and while it's not the exact reaction he wanted, you’re smiling so he’ll take it.
“yeah right,” you don't believe his confession for a second so he whines.
“m’serious.”
and at his sincerity, your laughter fades and your eyes grow like saucers in disbelief. you’re looking at him like he has three heads, like he’s fourteen again and has that atrocious haircut back on his head.
“you’re lying,” you try to call his bluff, but his smile grows even wider.
“imma lot of things,” he shakes his head at your amusement, “but a liar isn’t one of ‘em.”
“you had a crush on me?”
he watches as excitement slowly brews in your veins while you practically bounce with the need to know more.
“the biggest crush,” he corrects with a knowing finger in your face. you swat it away as your tongue prods against your cheek in a grin.
“so you're telling me that i could’ve bagged the atsumu miya.”
you still can, his heart aches. you always can. because it's the truth. he could be halfway across the world doing god knows what with god knows who, and he’d come home to you in a second if you so much as asked.
but he can’t say that, because you're his friend. so he does what he does best, and he deflects.
“m’just saying! you were funny and pretty,” his voice drifts as the sentence goes on, and you’d think he was being sincere if he didn't suddenly perk up with a sarcastic, “and you gave me your homework sometimes.”
your eyes fall to the way his cupid’s bow bobs as he laughs. it makes you feel sixteen again, having a crush on your best friend and wanting to kiss the smug smile off of his stupid face.
but you can't, because he’s your friend. so you bite your tongue and passively let the moment falter.
“yeah,” you scoff, “i’m the reason you passed geometry.”
“and look at me now,” his head plops onto your shoulder in pride, “a genius.”
your eyes fall back on the photo. atsumu doesn't know if you see him in the background, but he hopes you feel him, hopes you know he was there.
“i never would’ve known,” you whisper carefully. “i mean, you act the same way now that you did back then.”
exactly, atsumu wants to scream, because i still want you. i’m always going to want you.
he can practically feel the weight of the words balancing on the tip of his tongue. he can say them, he’s sure of it. he's older now—stronger, more mature, and actually capable of being a man worthy of you.
he opens his mouth to speak, and just as he does, your head turns and your eyes meet his. and feeling like the little boy in the picture, atsumu cowers.
“maybe i should add acting to my long list of talents.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒
or four times Touya Todoroki almost told you he loves you, and one time he finally did
cw: GN!reader (one mention of them wearing a dress & heels), mentions of blood and injury, one brief mention of sex, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, canon universe | wc: 6.8k
“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”
“Start Here” - Caitlyn Siehl
#001
Touya wants to tell you he loves you the very first time he meets you, which granted, he realizes is incredibly fucked up—but he swears on what little he has that it’s the truth.
Withering away in a damp and cornered alleyway, he clutches his abdomen in hopes of stopping whatever bleeding is going on down there. He can’t bring himself to look, but he’s certain it’s there from the warmth of the spot and the sticky film now covering his hand.
Yes, he’s been in this situation before—you’d think he’d have learned by now, based on the embarrassing amount of times he’s walked this same path. But he hasn’t, which is clear as he sits and quietly moans in his own agony. His burns continue to sting as a new layer of charred skin forms by the second, sensitive and exposed. The cut in his side throbbing so harshly that he almost feels a bit nauseous just thinking about it.
As he’s mentally finding the strength to stand, he hears faint footsteps. If they’re truly faint, he doesn’t know—it could just be the effect of his vision coming in and out paired with the piercing ringing in his ears.
“Are you alright?”
He can barely opens his eyes, but he does—and he sees you.
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“what’s it like?”
oikawa turns to you at the sound of your question, “what’s what like?”
“what’s it like being in love?”
the boy quirks a brow, “what do you mean?”
“i mean,” you pause, shuffling from your place on the couch to face him. “what’s it like to give your all to a person? to have someone that loves you with all their being? what’s it like to have a bond and a connection that seems as if it would never break? or to have a person who’s poured their heart and soul into you? who would do anything to see you happy and make you feel loved?” you pause, meeting the boy’s gaze realizing you’ve been basically asking him the same question for the past three minutes. “i mean if you know about it, i know you’ve had your fair share of relationships.”
he bit back a chuckle at how small your voice became, “that’s a tough question for me to answer.”
“but you’re more experienced than i am with it,” you reason.
“why because i’ve been in more relationships?”
”no because of the fangirls.”
and he laughs, “that’s adoration,” he notes. “adoration and love, while easily confused, are two different things.”
”alright then,” you wave off. “then tell me,” his gaze softens as he shuffles to face you. “what’s love like?”
“it’s,” he pauses, “it’s a feeling that you can’t really find anywhere else.”
“what do you mean?”
there’s a hint of curiosity in your voice, something that makes oikawa smile. contrary to you, his long time best friend, oikawa’s been in his fair share of relationships. some were long, others short flings, some serious ones, and then others that left just as fast as they came. he had watched you for years pine over other people wishing like the hopeless romantic that you are that you’d finally get your chance in love. he pauses for a moment before looking back at you. “do you know that moment where you have a puzzle and there’s only one piece missing?”
“okay,” you nod.
“and it turns out the puzzle piece fell on the floor, so you pick it up and then complete the puzzle.”
your brows knit in confusion, “that’s an odd scenario to compare love to.”
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Can we take a moment to stan Tataru? The woman built an entire airship while the wol and Scions were gone. Not commissioned. Built. Like she said she had help but that’s still impressive and I support her in her endeavor to become Eorzea’s top omnicrafter.
O’n i’n meddwl heddi am sut mae Cymru yn siarad. Cyfaddaf fy mod i’n dod o Gaerdydd felly dydw i ddim mor gyfarwydd ag acenion gogledd a gorllewin Cymru.
Dychmygaf ei fod yn siarad gyda acen eithaf generig yn saesneg rhan fwyaf o’r amser (e.e pan mae’n mynd i cyfarfodydd rhwngwladol (sydd yn anghyffredin)) ac acen fwy gog pan mae yn ei gwlad ei hyn. Wrth iddo siarad saes dwi’n sicr ei fod yn defnyddio geiriau cymraeg trwy’r amser ac pan mae’n siarad cymraeg dyw e ddim yn defnyddio geiriau saesneg o gwbl. Mae hyn yn gwneud iddo swnio fel hen ddyn rhan fwyaf o’r amser gan ei fod o ddim yn defnyddio bratiaith.
Credaf i bod Cymru yn siarad gyda acen cymraeg trwm iawn pan mae’n siarad saesneg gyda Lloegr jest i’w wylltio. Ble mae’r acen o? Mae’n dibynnu sut mae’n teimlo siwr o fod. Credaf hefyd bod ei acên yn dod yn trwmach pan mae’n flinedig. Os mae o digon grac ei fod yn gweiddi mae yn barod wedi newid nol i’r gymraeg.
I’ve been thinking about how wales speaks and what his accent might be. I confess I’m from Cardiff, Wales’s capital, and I’m not as familiar with northern and western accents.
I imagine that wales speaks with a fairly generic welsh accent most of the time (like when he’s at international summits (though he doesn’t attend those very often)) and a more northern accent when in wales. When he speaks english I’m convinced he uses welsh words and directly translated welsh idioms all the time, and that when he speaks welsh he never uses any English. This makes him sound like an old and very proper/nit-picky man since most welsh slang is just English loanwords.
I believe that wales uses a very heavy welsh accent just to wind England up. Where’s it from? Depends how he’s feeling I guess. I also believe his accent becomes heavier the more tired he is. If he’s angry enough that he’s shouting then he probably switched back to welsh 10 minutes ago.
the last day of secondary school (surprisingly never cried)
i'm making this post as just a literal dump of all my memories today so forgive me if its all over the place. this morning i was in a panic over my chemistry exam (which i definitely didn't get an A in but oh well) i showed my outfit to my friends (a cottagecore-inspired thing with puff sleeves and a small flower pattern, black tights - i was supposed to wear pumps but i forgot them smh) and i really found out who my real friends were. upon showing them ( O and L is what we'll call them ) for my irl friends on here it's very very obvious who they are. L, i found has a problem she won't say to me - i dont want to look back on this with bad memories so i won't go into detail. O is one of the greatest friends i've ever had. she makes me feel like myself which is the best thing a friend can do for you today i danced (like a stripper at some moments) in a party with my best friend, in a hall with a DJ in the booth, smoke machines and flashing lights with a cup of ice in my hand. (and maybe heartbreak number one was staring but i found i didn't care about him) Life feels like a movie. I went to town, i felt like i was having a real teenage experience for the first time on the last day of secondary school. today was a confidence boost. maybe i got looks from cuties too (but don't base your self worth on men - gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss) i felt pretty for the first time in such a long time, even with my skin breaking out. when i walked back to school to pick up my bag and the equipment, i didn't go to the blue balcony outside the art rooms like i've done every day for a year to reminisce and cry. i'm so tired of crying. i think today i reached some kind of self acceptance too, which is one of the best parts. The sky is so blue today. God, I Love Life. ~ Amimi
Now and then My mind drifts to a place where I find you Lost in my head There are unsolved feelings that haunt me It's too late to heal I'll lay them to rest MUSE - GHOSTS
I can’t believe Gotham Knights Tim has teleportation Powers
its not "quality" nor did it "take a lot of effort" but oooo look!! content!!!!!!
Fascinating is one of the cuntiest words.
Responding to hatemail? A poorly envisioned and understood argument? Someone who is "cooking" but with gunpowder on a propane grill?
It's "fascinating." Followed by a deft "surely" to drive the knife home.
Fascinated by the implications of this conclusion you've drawn. Surely this hasn't been destructive to specifically your cause in the past... [cites 12 discrete instances with sources attached where is has been destructive specifically to that cause]
Ohhhhhh that sucks so hard for you, don't it? Makes you clench your teeth and draw a shallow breath through them for a limply worded retort borne on sour emotion and chagrin.
Oof. God. That's not a good look, but it's absolutely fascinating.
I'm not usually one for schadenfreude, but hitting them with that "fascinating" gets me wet like a slip'n'slide.
𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄👑👱 🤝 𝗸𝗶𝘁👑💙
- Bisexual blonde disasters
- Thinking Jem is The Coolest™
- In love with someone who they think could never love them back🥺
- beING THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
- Beautiful & charismatic
- impeccable fashion taste
- a BIG FUCKIN MOOD