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HC Abt Shidou being possibly raised by his grandparents made me go insane
i love haikyuu so much. bc it’s just. so cute. i love how many characters there are and all of the useless, trivial information we have abt all of the characters. like how iwaizumi used to collect cicadas, only to let them go bc he said he’d feel bad if he kept them. how yamaguchi likes “long fries that have gone soft and floppy”. how kunimi likes salted caramel. how akaashi wrings his hands. how kuroo just happens to get top grades and slips all these scientific words into casual conversation. kenma’s username on everything is “applepi”. it’s just so cute. i love the character interactions, like when bokuto is looking out of the window in his pyjamas and he says “i’m glad it’s fukurodani who i could play my last match with” and akaashi is like “are u dying bokuto?” and bokuto says “what? i’m going to live until i’m 130″. and when shimizu holds suga’s hands when he’s visibly stressed and suga instantly goes red and swirly and he’s like “pls wait!!!!!! we can’t get married yet!!!!!”. and when kuroo and bokuto knowingly smile at each other and hug after nekoma are eliminated from nationals. when kenma smiles and thanks kuroo for getting him into volleyball and kuroo is like “… … … … … huh… …? … … W-WAIT…” and he covers his face and starts laughing and it’s rly cute. nobody is bad. kyoutani is really scary and only listens to iwaizumi, but only bc iwaizumi beat him at arm wrestling. a cunning, deceitful character like daishou has a rly pretty gf he tries to impress, and when they watch volleyball matches together he gets bashful bc he feels like he’s being a huge volleyball nerd but she calls him cool. i just don’t understand how a series is this cute. they’re all so cute. moniwa is so cute. goshiki is so cute. oikawa teaches volleyball to children on mondays. don’t even get me started on yachi
I love seeing loved kids this mom and daughter just came in in matching clothes and shoes and the mam was saying “what do you want, my lovely girl?” like . I love love I want a baby to dress in matching clothes
just me and this loneliness i have had since i was 4 years old
full offense but in this time of genocide, your comfort doesn't fucking matter. you SHOULD be uncomfortable about the fact that in various places across the globe, people and cultures are being faced with genocide.
those in palestine, sudan, congo, their lives are being ripped away and destroyed, they will never be the same. they will forever be traumatized by this, and by the face that the western world has been FUNDING their eradication. an academic year was SUSPENDED because their student population is DEAD.
YOUR TAX DOLLARS ARE FUNDING THEIR MURDERS.
sure, we can't control where our taxes go, but we CAN protest, speak up, share the stories and the images so those in power CANNOT get away with this or live this down.
people in palestine are begging us not to look away. they are begging us to share their stories, to share what's going on. to keep the anger and outrage alive because they WILL survive this, and they need all the support they can get.
and i fucking hope you can live with yourselves if you are quiet about this. it takes .5 seconds to retweet or reblog. fuck your blog aesthetic. fuck your anything aesthetic.
the fact that the report [ file available at the bottom of this page ] listing every person who has been killed in palestine since oct 7th is over 210 pages long is fucking insane. the first of the 88 names are from one family. after that, the following 72 are from one family. one family. i am asking you from the bottom of my heart, do not become desensitized to these numbers. 7,028 killed. 2,913 of them children. thousands missing under the rubble. do not ever let these numbers be anything but shocking and disturbing to you.
my coworkers, all of whom are white Christian women, said today that they think ANYONE of Palestinian descent should be deported to Gaza and then have bombs dropped on them.
They don’t know I’m Palestinian. I’m fucking terrified. We don’t have HR. I can’t lose my job. It’s crazy to me that they can spout genocidal bullshit but if I so much as mention my ethnicity they may turn on me and hate me.
I’m a patient care coordinator at a pulmonary practice. All I want to do is make sure my patients get the care they need and deserve. I’m the only care coordinator in my office. I’m great at my job. But it was so hard to focus today knowing that if my coworkers knew about one of the biggest aspects of my identity - one of the things about myself about which I am the most proud - they would stop seeing me as a person.
Fuck off with the bothsidesism. With the whataboutism. This is what the mass of propaganda and lies and anti-Arabism being spread in the media do. And I’m terrified.
This is not war.
When one side cuts off water, food and electricity on another then it’s not war.
When one side has nuclear weapons then it’s not war.
When one side is getting funded with billions of dollars then it’s not war.
When one side uses AI pictures to spread misinformation about another then it’s not war.
When social media is censoring the content of one side and not the other then it’s not war.
This isn’t a conflict and it’s not war.
This is genocide and mass destruction and we’re witnessing it happen live.
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free 🇵🇸
my home is where your heart is
inumaki toge x reader
♡—your things keep winding up in toge's place, and his things in yours. what are you going to do about it?
word count♡— 1k
genre♡— fluff. pure fluff
content notes♡— blushy toge, established relationship, moving in together, dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light vibes, megumi gives advice
also on♡— ao3
author's note♡— this is an overdue request! anon, if you see this I'm sorry this took me a while! I kept it short, but did not hold back on the fluff. please enjoy!
“Toge,” You call for your boyfriend, who is currently sprawled over your couch. “Have you seen my charger?”
Toge looks up from his phone, pausing for a moment to think. After briefly looking confused, he lights up and lifts his hands to sign, ‘I think you left it at my place.’
“Ah,” Not again. Must this always happen? “Remind me to get it back next time we’re there.”
He nods and gets up, gesturing for you to hand over your phone. Toge moves to charge it with his own charger.
“Thanks.” You kiss his cheek, relishing the way he blushes. Flustered, it takes him more than one try to plug the charger into the wall socket. You can’t help but shake your head at him. He’s just too cute sometimes.
About the case of things going missing, however, it happens to Toge too.
You were cleaning up your apartment when it suddenly started raining. Thoughts of Toge in the rain immediately caused you to worry, but you managed to calm down somewhat. He should be fine since he has an umbrella.
Only, he doesn’t. You stare at the compact, foldable umbrella in horror. It’s positioned beside yours at your apartment’s entryway.
Toge, completely drenched, arrives at your place an hour or so after that. Luckily, you anticipated as much, and already had a change of clothes, towels, and warm food ready for him.
He gives you a kiss on the cheek this time, walking backwards into the bathroom, forming a heart with his hands and a goofy smile glowing on his face.
The more time you and Toge spent in each other’s places, the more your things seemed to shuffle about. Your book on his desk. His jacket in your closet. An accessory of yours on his bedside table. That snack he bought is somewhere in your cupboard. It was getting confusing, how your lives were getting tangled up in two separate places.
“The solution is obvious, isn’t it?” Megumi asks one night when you bumped into him at a convenience store. “Move in with him.”
“Oh.” Speechless, you can only blink at him in response. “We’ve never really talked about that.”
Megumi shrugs, “Sounds like that talk’s overdue, if you ask me.”
And maybe it is, because you’re seriously considering it when you can’t find a single pen in your apartment. Why do ballpens vanish when you need them, and why are there so many of them when you don’t?
But of course, you find your favorite ballpen in a mug Toge had turned into a pen holder, sitting with his other pens and markers.
You must have been staring at the pen—at his desk—for quite some time. It makes Toge look at you with concern in his eyes.
“Takana?” He asks, checking on you while resting a hand on your arm.
Snapping out of it, you try to gather your courage to bring up living together. There’s no reason for him to say no, right? And you’d be fine whichever place he chooses. Or maybe, you could meet in the middle and look for somewhere new?
The thought of apartment hunting with Toge strangely sends butterflies in your stomach. But before you get ahead of yourself, you have to properly ask him about it first.
“What do you think about living together?” You blurt out, and your heartbeat feels rapid and unsteady. Suddenly, it feels like you’re confessing to him all over again.
Toge breathes out a laugh, pulling you into his arms. Nestling his head into the crook of your neck, he accepts. “Shake.”
“Really?” Stunned that it was that easy, it takes you a second before you return his embrace. “Where should we go?”
He pulls back to kiss the tip of your nose cutely. Smiling, he motions to sign, ‘Wherever you want! I’ll follow you anywhere.’
It takes several weeks of planning and headaches, but you and Toge manage to find a new home. It’s close by, still in the same neighborhood that you’re used to. You didn’t want to move too far from this community and your loved ones.
Other than that, your main goal was to find a place with more space than either of your previous residences. You wanted to organize storage properly. Contrary to your expectations and true to his word, Toge wasn’t picky at all. He was just happy to always be close to you.
As you were unpacking food and supplies in the kitchen, you looked over at your boyfriend. He was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, configuring the wifi.
“Toge, should we have food delivered? Or would you like to cook in the new kitchen?”
Mouthing, he responds, ‘Cook.’
You gasp, delighted he chose so. “Okay! Let me know if I can help you.”
He quickly fiddles with the wifi router before waving at you to come over. You laugh, “I meant I’d help with the cooking, but sure.”
Toge gets up, taking one of your hands in his. He presses something on his phone before reaching for the other.
The expression on his face is playful and sweet as he places your hands behind his neck; your fingertips brush against the ends of his hair. Music starts playing the moment he holds onto your waist.
It’s strange, nothing has changed about the room. You’re still surrounded by countless unpacked boxes from the move, and yet the apartment has never felt so vibrant.
Is it the music? The song he played fills the space and bounces back from every corner, breathing life into your new home.
It could also be the way he dances with you, making you feel like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. No other’s company you’d rather have.
Or, it must be all of that and how he looks at you while he mouths, ‘I love you.’ Because you love him too.
A few days later, while out on a date, Toge asks if you’ve seen his charger.
You hum in thought. “Did you leave it at home?”
Amused, he looks at you funny before pointing to your heart. ‘Is it in there, then?’
“I don’t understand.” You admit, waiting for him to elaborate.
‘My home is where your heart is.’
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royalty aus keep me up giggling and kicking my feet
— 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑
ft. itoshi rin
summary : rin always fears he might do something wrong whenever the two of you are visiting your parents
note : fluff; no mention of pronouns/gender; pro!player rin; might be ooc?; prompt used : "A: your mom totally hates me. B: she almost planned our wedding”
rin’s palms are sweaty as he checks his hair again. he stated it doesn’t sit right : too much to the center of his forehead and it’s too messy, he looks a bit too much like his older brother.
and then once again he ruffles his hair, starting all over again.
he looks in the mirror and practices a smile. pathetic. it feels as unusual as putting a red marker in the section filled with all whites.
rin tries one more time before he hears a soft knock on the bathroom door, shortly after your head peaks out of the door frame. he clears his throat, embarrassed thinking you’ve catched him in such an act.
“are you ready? you’ve spent quite some time here rinnie” no, no he isn’t.
“yeah, let’s go” he lies as he puts his hands in his jean’s pockets, trying so hard to look relaxed. you worrying would only make his situation worse.
you crossed your arms and looked at him up and down “you sure?”
“it’s nothing” he finally said, and you squinted your eyes at him, not believing his words that accompanied his unusual manner, as he only shrugged and passed you.
it was again friday night, the time your parents are having dinner with you, silently asking you to bring your boyfriend along too. rin was always nervous on this specific day of the week, especially after 8 pm. his parents were already loving you, yet he could understand why. to put it simply you were amazing and perfect in his eyes and he knew that his mother and father thought the same. the more he thought about this, the more his nerves played with his tummy.
when the two of you arrived there, he made sure to open the door for you and bow his head when his eyes met your mother’s, then shake your father’s hand. he can’t remember the amount of times he’s done this, and he feels you eyeing the small droplet of sweat running down his neck, as he attempts to smile. you noticed he does this every time he’s welcomed inside your home, and you can’t help but ask yourself “what is he doing...” as you watch your tensed boyfriend try to put a wide smile on his while you can only assume your parents and him are happily sharing a conversation.
you’re left in the door frame with wide eyes and some parted lips; for how much time has this been going on for? never once in your 3 years of dating rin, thru high school until now have you realized the effort he put to seem nice. he was, you knew that very well, but you both knew his face could look...a bit intimidating at times.
still watching the wholesome scene in front of you, now your agape mouth being replaced with a smile, you notice rin trying to help your mom with some plates.
but rin doesn’t really pay attention to the cup on top of the dishes : a pretty designed tea cup, with all kind of fancy designs— you don’t even know who asked for tea at this hour.
your lover loses focus for a moment and he bumps into the living room’s furniture, the small fragile cup being the only thing that falls, and shatters on the floor.
you could see rin practically become pale as he watches in horror the pieces of porcelain on the ground as he doesn’t dare to look up. the poor athlete curses himself for not using his soccer skills in this exact moment, he could’ve saved this damn cup if he-
“rin are you hurt?” he’s pulled out of his thoughts by you hurrying by his side, taking the few plates and placing them nearby as you then proceeded to check for any possible cuts.
the younger itoshi gulps as he shakes his head and he sees your mom’s sigh of relief when she sees rin being alright. she looks at the pieces of porcelain on the floor, let’s out a hum, and quickly leaves the room. you look at her go before giving all your attention to your boyfriend who’s quick to announce his statement.
“your mom totally hates me.” he said bluntly staring into your eyes, then his teal irises slide down to your dropped smile.
a chuckle leaves you, and the next thing rin feels is the warmth of your lips pressed on his cheek.
“she almost planned our wedding, rin.” you quietly confess, stroking his cheek with your thumb, trying to mask your shyness, and your lover hides his face in the crook of your neck.
*click!*
“huh...?” you look to the side and catch your mom holding a polaroid in her hands as she looks so proud of herself, while you and rin both look at each other with wide eyes. you could feel your cheeks burning.
“I think we need a new camera [name], this one is a bit loud...” the woman says innocently as your father smiles and nods in the back.
a/n : HERE U GO @ode2rin u picked rin, you received rin! of course fluff bcs I can’t be caught writing angst :3 my sincere apologies if this is bad.
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“just checking up on you” my love language
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throwing pebbles because I love you
megumi fushiguro x reader (royalty au)
♡—Whenever the night is clear, and the wind blows softly, Megumi throws rocks at your window.
word count♡— 2.3k words
genre♡— fluff, royalty au
aged up characters♡— 18+
content notes♡— childhood frenemies to lovers, megumi throws rocks, no use of y/n, mc is a bit of a snob, very fluff, secret codes, confessions, not really proofread, megumi is ooc I'm sorry TvT
author's note♡— I really didn't mean to make my second royalty au to also be related to windows, but here we are. (◡ ω ◡) no windows were harmed in the making of this fic.
The first time it happened, it was an accident. You were both eight.
Their royal highnesses, prince Megumi and prince Yuji, were staying over at your family's estate as guests. Your mother was a royal through and through, having descended from the greater empire then married into a neighboring kingdom's duchy. After your father passed, she never remarried; choosing instead to focus on serving the kingdom as the perfect duchess.
She never forced you to take on too many responsibilities, despite her own workaholic tendencies. Your mother had simply let you be a child. Eventually, you learned to be extremely grateful she let you grow into your own person.
For now though, you were eight. And some kid just threw a pebble at your very pretty window.
You throw it back at him.
“Ow!” The kid cries as he rubs his forehead, on which a mark has begun to redden. “Hey! Mine was an accident!”
“You still did it!” You say, pointing at the dent he caused while looking down at him from the windowsill. “My response was your consequence.”
The both of you glower at each other until you realize how far he is. “What were you doing throwing rocks at my manor anyway?”
The kid suddenly looks sheepish as his eyes turn to anywhere but you. “My friend needed rocks for some game he made up, and he bet he could catch all of them.” You notice he starts glaring ahead of him at the ground level, so you lean down—out of the window, to follow his gaze. Your eyes catch a head of pink hair before it runs away.
Realizing these two were the royal guests everyone was fussing about, you scoff. “That's hardly very princely of the two of you.”
He bristles. “Is that how you act towards the prince of the kingdom you serve?!”
“I'll greet you properly when our interaction doesn't begin with a pebble being thrown.” You say as you begin closing the window, throwing on a smile just to mess with him more. “Have a pleasant evening.”
You got terribly sick not long after that, and you never saw him for the rest of that summer. The duchess had forbidden visitors unless absolutely necessary so that you could recover quickly.
Prince Megumi fades into your memory, turning into one that you recall only when you spot that dent on your window frame.
You never made the effort to have it repaired, for some reason.
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You're fifteen, hiding in your room as a ball rages downstairs. Your maids would be distraught if they caught you, donning your best clothes, yet curled up on the couch with a book. No matter, this was the perfect way to spend an evening, in your opinion.
When a pebble glides through your window and lands on the floor nearby, you look at it incredulously.
‘This feels strangely familiar...’ But you decide to ignore it, your position on the couch is much too comfortable to leave. You resume reading.
But another rock comes in. Then another.
“Tsk!” Snapping your book shut, you spring up and finally look outside the window. Your eyes meet a certain familiar prince, holding even more rocks in his hands.
You frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “This time's deliberate, then?”
“I'm sorry but I need to hide! Please help me—could I come up?” His voice is urgent, and it's only then that you notice the state of his clothes. They were filthy, and part of his coat sleeve blooms red.
Without thinking further, you push a mechanism hidden beneath a flower pot by your window. A rope ladder immediately falls to the ground outside. Megumi is stunned for a moment before reaching for it, and you wonder if he had planned to climb the vines painfully when he asked to come up.
You assist by pulling him once he's within arm's reach, and he collapses into your room with a loud groan. You slam your hand on the mechanism again, and the rope reels back into place.
He looks exhausted, but you have to make him get up. You're not sure how you would move him to the couch if he fainted.
“Stand up for me, please.” You plead with him. “At least to the couch.”
Megumi's breaths are labored as he glances towards the couch. He closes his eyes and groans louder as he gets up and walks slowly, leaning on you the whole time.
He's out like a light once he lies down. Your first instinct is to go get help, but it hits you that you have no idea who Megumi was running from. It dawns on you that if he could ask help from a professional, especially one nearer the palace, he would have. It could be dangerous for anyone else to know he's here.
You purse your lips as you think, and reach for a medical journal on your shelf. You must do your best to tend to his wounds on your own while he rests.
Megumi looks so peaceful as he sleeps. He looks the most relaxed you've ever seen him, and you're thankful he's at least comfortable. While his wounds weren't that deep, he was probably running for a while, which had exhausted and strained him further.
You're cleaning up the medical supplies you used when Megumi regains consciousness for a moment.
“...Thank you.” Megumi's eyes reflect how truly grateful he is. He croaks out the words despite the toll on him. He even grasps your hand dearly.
You clear your throat and look away, but your ears clearly turn red. “If you ever need my help again, just throw a rock. I'll be here.”
That brings a sleepy smile to Megumi's face. “What happened to ignoring me if the encounter starts with a pebble being thrown?”
It takes you a moment to respond. You're not sure what surprises you more, that he remembers your exact words all those years ago, or that he has the gall to crack jokes in his condition.
You stutter out a response lamely to cover up how flustered you are, “I—there can be exceptions, even if it's for you.”
Megumi laughs quietly, and lets out a soft sigh before falling asleep.
You drape a blanket over him as he rests, pausing only to brush his hair away from his eyes.
You don't notice, but the gesture makes Megumi's breathing still for a moment.
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When you're eighteen, your window is severely banged up with dents and scratches. The glass had already broken on more than one occasion, and while of course you had that replaced, the frame stays strong from all the rocks it's been hit with throughout all these years. And, on the day it finally breaks and shatters into spikes, you think you'll make a picture frame out of it.
‘Megumi and I don't have a single nice portrait together, though.’ The thought makes you laugh softly. Both of you weren't exactly exemplary at the frivolous details that come with being nobles, you often helped each other out to skip balls and escape from dreadful hours posing for portraits. But neither of you ever minded.
You bought the most wonderful chair when you were sixteen, you simply melt into it while reading. The best part of it, however, was that you could put it by your window; with the ladder mechanism easy to reach nearby.
Megumi visits less often these days, though. His responsibilities are becoming far too great to leave the palace for too long. He even leaves for other nations and kingdoms sometimes.
But you keep waiting, and he always comes back to you.
A rock clatters into your room and you smile absentmindedly at the sound. You continue reading as your hand moves to trigger the ladder down.
Megumi enters through the window. You'd look at him, but the novel you're reading has suddenly taken an interesting turn, and you're absolutely absorbed into it.
If you had looked up, you would have seen the softest of smiles on Megumi's face.
He approaches and kisses your forehead. By the time you process what happened, he's already walking away as if that was the most normal thing to do. You blink at him in surprise. Megumi only sits on your desk, as he's done so many times before, and begins to do some paperwork he's brought with him.
“What was that?” You ask, still stunned.
“What was what?” Sounds of paper shuffles as he sifts through documents.
“That kiss.”
He pauses.
Your heart seems to rattle in your chest. Were you too blunt? Was it really a normal thing that people like both of you did? Both of you? What were both of you? Does he—
Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt when Megumi smiles, and you finally see that soft and caring smile he saves only for you.
His next words, however, make you throw a pillow at him.
“I'll give you another one later if you liked it that much.”
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It's late into the evening after Megumi has left. You don't speak of the kiss again, and he doesn't either. Though you already had an inkling of your feelings for Megumi, you've never spoken of or acted upon it.
But tonight suddenly made you question if you should start to.
As you retrieve it, your fingers trace a rough texture on the rock Megumi threw earlier. Turning it over, you read something that seems to be etched into it.
‘TWK—p.402, q.1'
Is it some sort of code? What could this be? Surely Megumi was the one to carve this, but how do you decipher it? You stare at the rock and return to your chair. Before you sit down, however, your eyes catch the cover of the book you were reading...
The Wicked King.
The puzzle pieces click into place. A title, a page number, and a quote! Your fingers flutter to get to page 402, not caring that you haven't actually reached that part of the book yet...
The first line makes you gasp and your heart stutter.
“You are my daylight.”
As you trace the line delicately, you wonder if he's always been doing this. But you would have definitely noticed if he was. The jagged texture of the letters are obvious no matter what way you hold the rock. The others before were always perfectly intact.
Your heart skips a beat again. ‘Then... Does this mean that this is the first, and that he'll leave another code next time?’
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A month passes, and Megumi has visited you exactly three times since the first rock with a clue.
Though he's visiting less, you're certainly thinking of him more. The messages you decoded all engraved into your mind at this point, with how many times you've read them.
“You are my daylight.”
“May your day be filled with happiness and warmth, as much as you have given to me.”
“My mind has not forgotten how you smiled at me so.”
“Thank you, for being my home.”
You never let on that you cracked the ciphers, however. He hasn't ever mentioned their existence either, but you suspect he knows that you're aware. Especially since he's been acting so much more dearly during his visits.
After writing all the messages down on a sheet of paper, you realize you should give Megumi a reply. But, how should you do it?
Your eyes find the four small rocks on your desk...
Ah, of course! Of course that's the most perfect way!
Your mind whirls with excitement as you rush outside to find a rock. Once you find one, you realize Megumi is the only person you would do this for...
Because you love him.
And that's it, you've decided. That's what you'll tell him, no code needed.
You love prince Megumi.
❀ ♡ ❀ ♡ ❀
‘Is this how he felt, all those times before?’ His window seems so far and almost out of reach. ‘Was he ever this nervous? Nervous that I wouldn't respond?’
You tighten your grip on the pebble. Megumi never had to worry about that. You'd always respond to him no matter what.
And yet, you're nervous as hell, and shaking like a leaf. If you weren't so anxious, you would have laughed at how baffled the palace staff were when you arrived but didn't enter the palace at all.
The head butler looked so confused when you asked to be led to Megumi's window, but you assured him your intentions meant well.
The pebble suddenly feels heavy in your palm, but you hold yourself firm. You blow a kiss on it softly, before beginning to aim.
The pebble flies from your hand. It was a perfect throw that collides with his window loudly before rattling along his balcony floor.
Megumi peeks out carefully, but then brightens up the moment he sees you. He laughs as he waves at you. “It feels so strange to be on the receiving end of the rock.”
You smile shyly up at him. “But, you haven't just been giving me rocks recently, haven't you?”
He suddenly looks nervous, and starts to search your face for any sign of rejection. When he finds none, he looks cautiously optimistic.
“Pick up that rock now, would you?” You say, acting impatient, but your heart is beating eagerly to see his reaction.
He turns this way and that looking for it, and you stop breathing when he finally finds and reaches for it. Once he reads it, he looks at you with a dazed expression. The rock falls from his hold as he quickly jumps over the balcony edge, and lands safely in front of you.
You're about to nag that he nearly gave you a heart attack when he slowly gets on one knee. Your words die in your throat.
Megumi laughs at how stunned you look. “I'd throw this rock at your window, but my family might actually kill me.”
His smile widens as he jokes, “I don't suppose I need to write a code to express what this one means...” He opens a small box to reveal a stunning ring that suits you perfectly.
“Will you marry me?”
ily <333
daily reminder that i would rather having to listen to you vent during hours and hours and hours than having to sit in front of your grave :)
I wish writers were tall reader friendly
i want to be loved gently. i want to be loved over a bowl of stew. i'm quieter, these days. i don't know that i ever really wanted a loud life anyway, but - i do get tired of being my own support structure. i get tired of having to paint myself brighter. i like the idea of holding someone else's brush. of letting them be my counterpoint, even if that takes trust. and yes; of course i have friends and family and loved ones.
but every once in a while, i think about how nice it would be to make two cups of coffee. i think about going to our local community theatre production just to support anybody on stage. i think about how i want to pack a cooler with little sandwiches cut into triangles and go on a day trip to somewhere new. to explore with somebody. to share that moment where something-is-new.
oh, my life is beautiful, i know that. but sometimes, in the quiet moments, the echo of what-is-gone comes back to me. i remember again the difference of being alone versus being lonely.
a soft reminder: even though you might be disappointed in how you did this year, you still made a lot of progress. you tried and tried again, so many times. every little thing you achieved. every breakdown you got up from. every moment of happiness you encountered. every little act of self care and kindness you did. it all matters. they all helped you grow. they are all small victories to be proud of. it's not always clear to see, because day to day everything feels the same, but I promise you've come a long way since the beginning of the year. so please be extra gentle with yourself when looking back. be proud of yourself too, if you can. you did well.