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tiarahoarder · 1 month

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IF IM ALL THREE AT SOME POINT THEN WHAT???

calling you out based on your favorite triplet!

it’s ya girl back at it again with the call out posts

cw: mentions of mental health issues, sexual trauma, and EDs

nick: if you’re a nick girl/boy/person, i get the feeling you’re the oldest. you sometimes tend to feel sorry for yourself and then you feel bad about feeling sorry for yourself and it becomes a vicious cycle. you probably have either dealt with body image issues or an eating disorder (idk every nick person i’ve met has dealt with that). you’re probably pretty insecure and you constantly compare yourself to all your friends and it’s tearing you apart. you have a hard time accepting compliments because you simply don’t believe them. i think there’s a lot you don’t talk about but then you blame others for your secrecy and feel bad for yourself, as if they just don’t understand. maybe try letting people in and let them have a shot at trying to understand you. you’re not an enigma.

songs you remind me of:

prom queen by beach bunny

not strong enough by boygenius

idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish

sippy cup by melanie martinez

orange juice by melanie martinez

tv by billie eilish

matt: if you’re a matt girl/boy/person, you’re probably the quietest one of the group. you possibly grew up without many friends and you often feel left out or unseen. you were the quiet kid and never really talked. you’re very nurturing and you try to take care of all your friends because you want them to know you see them. you’ve most likely dealt with mental health issues (specifically anxiety and/or depression). you tend to overthink a lot and you probably have a lot more to say than you actually say. you were probably the one who walked on the grass, the one who was the photographer but never in the photo, and the one who sat alone at lunch. as a kid, you went unnoticed but now you’re not. as a result, you end up purposely excluding yourself from your current friend group(s) because it’s what you’re used to and then you end up isolating yourself but you don’t realize that you’re doing it to yourself. i hope you’ll see that people do notice you and they do care about you. you’re not invisible.

songs that remind me of you:

the archer by taylor swift

chosen last by sara keys

letter to my 13 year old self by laufey

nobody by mitski

afraid by the neighbourhood

everything i wanted by billie eilish

chris: if you’re a chris girl/boy/person, i think you grew up too quickly. you probably had to start looking out for yourself at way too young of an age and now you have a hard time accepting nurturing and loving treatment. i get the feeling that you were sexualized from a young age too and you probably have some sexual trauma. as a result, you act hypersexual because it’s what you’ve been made to believe you’re supposed to be. people don’t take you seriously, probably because you are the funny one or the pretty one but you’re actually very observant and analytical. you notice things most people don’t. you’ve often been the butt of the joke in the friend group so now you make fun of everyone else before they can make fun of you. you might come off as mean but i think you’re just scared of being vulnerable. you definitely have commitment issues which probably stems from your childhood trauma (including but not limited to family issues). you end up getting yourself into dangerous or unhealthy or self destructive situations because it’s what you’re used to and you think it’s what people expect from you. you don’t have to follow your self fulfilled prophecy. you don’t have to be what others tell you that you are.

songs that remind me of you:

goddess by laufey

labyrinth by taylor swift

safeword by tv girl

don’t miss me by claire rosinkranz

brand new city by mitski

first love/late spring by mitski

#tiara's late night thoughts

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tiarahoarder · 1 month

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happy international womens day! remember that there are palestenian women in need of feminine hygiene products! you can donate here, and the cheapest tier is 5$!

if you can't donate, reblog! doing something is better than doing nothing! remember to keep talking, keep calling and keep donating! from the river to the sea, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!! 🇵🇸

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tiarahoarder · 2 months

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I JUST NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT WHATEVER THIS IS IS BETTER THAN ANY MEDIA I HAVE CONSUMED IN THE LAST 14 WEEKS AKSKAMXKSKA

☆ on repeat ☆ t. kageyama smau

⋆｡°✩in which yn just got out of a bad breakup, and the only thing helping her is this one song on repeat ⋆｡°✩

tags: tobio kageyama x f!reader, university au, strangers to friends to lovers

warnings: foul language, gross jokes, sexual jokes, conflict, violence, cringe; everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

rules: blank blogs will be blocked !! minors dni

taglist: closed

[ignore all time stamps]

status: complete

introductions: oh my god they were roommates | roommates to lovers

part one: is she hot part two: body shots [✐] part three: pathetic men part four: girl time part five: blood oath part six: breakfast part seven: bed bugs part eight: my bisexual prince part nine: linked up part ten: tsukkinoyahinyamyn [✐] part eleven: something shifted part twelve: a bet part thirteen: weird and serious part fourteen: antonios part fifteen: bothered. unmoisturized. anxious. part sixteen: toothpaste and iodine [✐] part seventeen: okay i love you part eighteen: mini epilogue

a/n: idk if people even enjoy these anymore but i’m making one bc i enjoy it and if no one else reads it oh well

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tiarahoarder · 2 months

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⤷ insecurities they think are beautiful - hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: my first post eek! this is pretty self-indulgent shdjsj but i hope it makes someone else feel a little better about themselves as well ◡̈ enjoy!

⭑ stretch marks

he literally thinks they're so pretty, and can't understand why you'd even be self-conscious about them in the first place— as far as he's concerned they only make you even more beautiful. nothing makes his heart ache more than seeing you pulling down your shorts or skirt in an attempt to hide the pretty marks residing on your thighs. he likes to trace over them when the two of you are cuddling, fingertips grazing over each mark adorning your skin while his eyes are filled with nothing but adoration, hoping that in time you'll start to appreciate them just as much as he does.

⤷ bokuto, sugawara, goshiki, inuoka, koganegawa, washio, kita, aran

⭑ hip dips

he often finds himself staring at your hips, unable to take his eyes off them— it doesn't help if you're wearing something a little tighter than usual that hugs your figure in all the right ways. the last thing he wants is for you to feel as if he's judging you, but he doesn't miss the way you subconsciously try to hide yourself from his gaze whenever you notice his eyes wandering and he swears he feels his heart shatter a little more each time. if he catches you looking at your body in the mirror for a particularly long time, he’ll come over to you and rest his hands on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze as he looks at your reflection with a tender smile.

⤷ iwaizumi, suna, yamaguchi, akaashi, aone, semi, sakusa

⭑ soft tummy

in his eyes, your tummy is just the cutest thing, and he sometimes has a hard time keeping his hands off you. he likes to randomly come up behind you when you're just going about your day, hands wrapping around your waist before discreetly slipping underneath your shirt to squish the soft flesh. after a long day, the only thing he wants is to come home to you and rest his head on your tummy while you play with his hair— and usually, that's exactly what he does. with the way he presses his lips against your skin and nuzzles into you, it's hard to feel insecure around him as it's so obvious how much he adores you.

⤷ osamu, yamamoto, komi, matsukawa, daichi, kai, futakuchi

⭑ imperfect teeth

he absolutely loves your smile, it's one of his favourite things about you. it was one of the first things he noticed about you when the two of you met, and it still makes his heart flutter just as much as it did back then— nothing breaks his heart more than seeing you erupt with laughter without a care in the world, only to hide the lower half of your face behind your hand a few seconds later. he won't hesitate to grab hold of your wrist, gently prying your hand away and granting him a full view of your cute smile. who cares if it isn't entirely perfect? it only makes him adore you even more, and he wishes you could see what he sees.

⤷ fukunaga, kuroo, hanamaki, nishinoya, konoha, hoshiumi, komori

⭑ small chest

he honestly doesn't even understand why you don't like them. he's not trying to invalidate your feelings or anything, he just… doesn't get it. whenever you express any sort of insecurity regarding your chest size, his response is always “but there's nothing wrong with them?” because he genuinely thinks you're perfect just the way you are. he encourages you to wear tighter or lower cut tops that accentuate your chest, and won't hesitate to let you know how pretty you look, feeling his heart flutter when he sees you smile bashfully and grow a little more confident from his words. likes to tell you that when he hugs you it just means your hearts are closer together <3

⤷ yaku, oikawa, kunimi, tendou, hinata, kenma, atsumu, hirugami

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

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tiarahoarder · 2 months

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ding!

. . . inarizaki second-year trio. student athletes or student athletes?

note. brought them back <33

people never believed you whenever you told them that you participated in numerous extracurricular activities and still maintained a good relationship with your academics. it’s as if they think that if you play sports, you’re the typical sporty person who doesn’t excel in their studies, which is why you chose to focus on what’s easier for you.

but you and your friends just loved proving otherwise.

“i’m— oh? woww,” you said in surprise, walking up to the benches where atsumu and rintarou sat.

atsumu had his back hunched over as he held his ipad, reading what you assumed to be something of importance. rintarou, on the other hand, sat on the polished wooden flooring as he utilized the flat surface of the bench as a table to stabilize what he was drawing.

“damn,” you decided to record a video for you to have something to look back on. “are you a student athlete or a student athlete?”

“student athlete here,” atsumu introduces himself to the camera and strikes a pose by holding his digital pencil and a check mark sign with his free hand to his chin. “miya atsumu at yer service.”

“student athlete, of course,” rintarou says, not tearing away his gaze from what he was doing.

a soft giggle came from you.

“ok, ok! this is what your inarizaki volleyball players are doing when they aren’t on the court, guys. they handle their schedules well,” you tell the camera. “so, introduce yourself and tell the camera what you’re doing, along with something that you wanna tell those who are watching?”

the two didn’t seem to mind, and naturally, atsumu went first.

“once again, miya atsumu here. right now, ‘m studyin’ biology well, ‘cause if i don’t go pro, might as well become the best nurse in healthcare,” he winks at the camera. atsumu scrolls through the screen of his ipad, smiling. “ladies and gents, jus’ know that yer in good hands.”

he even had the confidence to flex his muscles, which shows through the practice jerseys.

you nod supportively, shifting the camera to rintarou.

“uhm, haha.”

he laughs awkwardly, unable to form the words at first. “suna rintarou from class 1, and i’m doing my architecture plates during practice. my motivation in life is i if i don’t become a professional volleyball player, i can always be a trophy husband. yes.”

your and atsumu’s laughter got a bit louder at that.

“really? you? the suna rintarou? a trophy husband?”

“yes, it’s an honor to be one since i don’t think i could pursue architecture with how taxing the outputs are.” then, rintarou shoos the camera away from his face.

“your a brave man for cramming that in here.”

“that i am.”

you had to give him that. “ok, hold this,” you handed atsumu your phone.

“of course, i’m l/n y/n, and we’re at volleyball practice right now. we aren’t subbed in yet, but i’m rereading the newspaper because we have a debate tomorrow morning,” you tell them. “if i don’t go pro, please don’t commit crimes because i’d probably be your lawyer.”

“hit ‘em with the ‘yer honor, if my client is lyin’, why are his pants not on fire?’”

“true, true.”

you smiled, nodding as you got back your phone. “that’s the plan,” you answered jokingly, panning the camera to osamu, who played on the court. “and osamu’s over there. he isn’t here, but he’s balancing the budget summary since he’s going to pursue culinary.”

next to rintarou was a stack of papers that were scribbled with awful penmanship by pencil; those were osamu’s papers.

“look at him and his stupid face.”

osamu glanced at the camera, panting. he shot you the middle finger, which made you quickly cover the camera with laughter.

“osamu! i was going to show my father this!” you yelled.

“oh, shit! really? sorry!”

it’s safe to say that the future is secured for the four of you, given how well you balance your studies and after school activities.

note. someone draw nursing student!atsumu and architecture student!rintarou, please . . the vision, the prompt, the character fits so well aww

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tiarahoarder · 2 months

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Im so tempted to write one for tf141, where reader is in the gym just chilling after working out and playing stuff on the speaker since reader is alone in the gym. Then when Smart comes up, reader starts dancing the choreo out of muscle memory forgeting they're in the gym. Then the 141 boys walk in...

Sjsnskfllfsb also chae won doing the choreo is so 😫😫😫

Casually dancing to Smart by Le Sserafim in front of your fav 😫

#cod mwii #call of duty #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #price x reader #cod price #simon riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick #soap x reader #gaz x reader

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tiarahoarder · 2 months

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Casually dancing to Smart by Le Sserafim in front of your fav 😫

#cod mwii #call of duty #task force 141 #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #task force 141 x reader #tiara's late night thoughts #jjk x reader #jjk #bnha headcannons #bnha

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tiarahoarder · 5 months

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"Here's 10 great Christmas Gifts for Writers!"

Shh. Sh. We don't need mug warmers and fingerless gloves. What we want most is comments, engagements with our writing, recs to other people, writer friends, etc.

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tiarahoarder · 5 months

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This is genuinely so cool i love it

medical files follow up visit - physical exam

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NOTE: NOT CANON! this is a follow-up to my previous medical files post!

summary: Every soldier, officer, and civilian have their annual well visit, a patient is a patient. So, what does the documentation look like for the 141?

warnings: medical inaccuracies, mention of wounds/wound care, mentions of depression, medical terminology

a/n: hehe yk i LOVE my medical files so I thought I might try to do a full SOAP note and physical exam with findings + labs (live, laugh, love, pharmacy school). also someone let me know this made its way to both pinterest and tiktok which is absolutely CRAZY so I hope you all enjoy this part ii :)

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tiarahoarder · 6 months

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How dare you write a masterpiece AND make my day at the same time!!! UNBELIEVABLE 😤

Call Me Little Sunshine

Find my John Price masterlist

You've had a bad day, but even from a different country, your husband knows how to make it better.

This is pure comforting fluff. Might give you cavities.

Warnings: Price needs his own warning, swearing, sweetness, established relationship.

John Price x f!reader

Word count: 1k

You had just thrown yourself on the couch for a bit of dramatic pouting when your phone rang. You groaned out loud, momentarily tempted to ignore it. It was probably something stupid, or a telemarketer, or whatever.

But… it could be your husband. He did sometimes call without warning.

You checked your phone. Unknown number. Could be your husband. Could be just about anybody.

You answered anyway.

“‘Lo?”

“Princess.”

You breathed out a soft sigh at the sound of your darling’s voice. “John.”

“You alright, love?” His voice was rough, like he’d been smoking recently.

“Well enough.” You shrugged, pushing yourself up from the couch so you could sit. “What about you? What time is it?”

John blew out a soft breath, amused. “It’s late, and I’m fine,” he reassured you. “No new holes in me.” The faint sounds of a skirmish came through from the other end, and you recognized Kyle’s voice.

“Do you need to get that?” you asked, amused despite yourself.

There was a moment of silence. “Nope.” John must have moved away from them, because his end of the line got quieter. “Now, princess. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You winced. “Nothing,” you protested, lifting one hand to rub your forehead.

“I know you better than that,” John murmured, voice pitched lower, soothing. “You can tell me.”

“It’s not important,” you tried. “Especially compared to whatever you’ve got going on.”

“Right now, all I’ve got going on is ignoring a couple idiots,” John countered. “Nothin’ more important than you.”

Your resistance crumbled in the face of that tone and those words. You sighed and gave in, telling him about your frustrations with work. You tried to keep it short, but he kept asking questions. Not letting you get away with giving him the bare minimum.

“Well,” he finally said once he’d gotten everything out of you he wanted. “Least you’re done for the day.”

“No kidding.” You huffed softly, once again thinking about getting a drink. You deserved a little relaxation, after the day you’d had. “Two more days and it’s the weekend.”

John chuckled softly. “That eager, hm?”

“John, I’m just preventing murder,” you told him, all faux-innocence. “Really.”

He snorted. “Noble of you,” he teased.

You smiled. It did not escape you that you felt better, that he was responsible for that. “I’m not keeping you up, am I, love?”

“No.” His voice softened. “Don’t fret ‘bout me, princess.”

“You know I always do.”

“I know.” Those simple words carried such weight to them. Regret that you worried, acknowledgement that he couldn’t make you stop, appreciation that you cared enough to fret.

You’d both talked this over enough times that you both acknowledged the stalemate. You’d fret. He’d ask you not to. Neither of you would give ground.

And, honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way. Your husband was stubborn, and it was something you loved about him, even when he drove you up the wall.

“You eaten yet?”

“No,” you groaned, making a face. “Don’t you start fussing at me from another timezone, love.”

He chuckled. “Can’t stop me.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but paused. The boys would probably take his side. “I’ll order in,” you decided instead. Giving ground to him, this time.

“Good girl.” His voice dipped teasingly low, with that extra bit of rasp that he knew did things to you.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him, sitting up again in alarm. “John.”

“What? Can’t I make sure my princess is feeling better?” He purred through the line.

“You are a damn tease, John Price.” But you couldn’t entirely keep your smile out of your tone.

“Mm. So you like to remind me.” John took a deep breath, slow and steady. “Go order your dinner, princess. Something special tonight, hm? You deserve it.”

You warmed, unable to stop the fond smile if you tried. Which you didn’t. “Alright, love. Get some sleep tonight.”

“I will.” His voice softened, gently affectionate. “I’ll call again soon.”

“When you can,” you emphasized. “I’ll be here.”

“Love you,” John murmured.

“Love you too.” You bit back the desire to ask when he’d be home, remind him to stay safe. He knew. And you knew.

But you still had to take a moment to blink back emotion after the call disconnected. Your wonderful, stubborn, incredible husband.

Huffing to yourself, you ordered food. Something nice, like John said. It was amazing how much better you felt after a little conversation and some food.

But the best came in the morning, as you were settling in to work. A knock at the door made you get up, cautious at first. Until you saw the flowers carried by a delivery man.

The bouquet was large, beautiful, with some of your favorites. You stroked a few petals with a smile before you plucked out the card.

Princess,

You can make it two more days. I’ll call again tonight. Chin up, sweetheart.

The note was not signed, but you didn’t need it to be.

But the thing that really caught you by surprise was the second card.

I’m not bailing you out or stopping your husband if you get arrested, so call me before you murder anyone. -S

Bonnie, you’re a right saint for putting up with that grump. -J

We’re on his six, don’t worry. See you soon. -K

Eyes watery, smile almost painful, you put both notes on the front of the fridge, flowers in pride of place in the center of the table. Today would be no problem, now.

#exactly what i needed to get through exams #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader #cod modern warfare #cod price #price cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty x reader

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tiarahoarder · 6 months

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[parking ticket] ft. sawamura daichi

wc: 1k

contents/warnings: fem! reader, reader is referred to as ma’am, timeskip characters. for the sake of story, let’s pretend the Miyagi prefecture parking rules go by the same ones in the States but Daichi is not an American cop because acab till I die!!

A flash of light catches your attention when you look up from your phone from inside your car. By meter for the spot you’re currently parked in, is a cop who is tapping away at his little device, looking between his device, your car, and the meter that is currently flashing red.

“Wait!” you say frantically, exiting your car.

The cop looks up. When you meet his eyes previously hidden by his cap, they linger a bit on you before he levels you with an unimpressed look.

“I just got here! I was planning on paying.”

“Ma’am, I saw you pull into this spot before I circled around the block. And now, it’s still not paid.”

You cringe. When you had pulled into the spot, 10 minutes early for your scheduled manicure appointment, you figured you could just kill time in the car. You were scrolling through your instagram feed, looking for nail inspo when you noticed the cop.

“I was in an important call!” you fib.

The cop puts his device down, and props his hands on his hips. You inappropriately take note of his broad shoulders and square jawline. His unimpressed gaze remains as he tightens his jaw.

“You could have just paid the meter then went on with your call.”

“It really was important! So important that I needed to get on the call the second I parked.”

He picks up his device and continues tapping, eyes now darting down to your license plate.

“Please, please! I swear, I plan on paying! It was just a couple of minutes,” you beg.

Tap, tap. The device spits out a little piece of paper and he rips it from the jagged teeth of the mini printer.

“Fine!” you say, storming over to where he’s standing. You quickly insert some coins into the meter, jabbing them in with your thumb for good measure. “I was on a call with the hospital because I just found out my grandma has stage four metastatic breast cancer, so if that warrants a ticket, then leave it on my dash, asshole!”

With that, you walk swiftly away, both frustrated and impressed with your own quick thinking.

You’re pleased to find that after your manicure, there is no ticket on your dash.

You squash down the slight guilt you feel when you instead see a little note with a simple “sorry about your Grandmother” scribbled on.

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It’s a couple weeks later when you revisit the nail salon for some regular upkeep. You pull into a spot and quickly exit your vehicle to feed the meter. You didn’t want to take your chances in this same area, knowing there’s potential for a certain cop to be patrolling. You’re waiting at an intersection when a tap on your shoulder gets your attention.

Turning around, you find yourself not surprised to come face to face with the same handsome cop as the other day.

“Hey, nice to see you again,” he says.

“Oh, hi. Yes,” you nod pleasantly.

He takes off his police cap and tucks it neatly between his arms and torso. Even with his face half covered, you knew he would be nice to look at, but with his cap off, you get a full view of his gentle brown eyes and cropped black hair.

“How’s your grandma? I’m sorry I was being such a hardass that day.” He rubs sheepishly at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Oh,” you smile a bit. “She’s fine. I lied so you wouldn’t give me a ticket,” you say breezily.

The light at the intersection turns green.

“See ya around!” you wave and start walking.

You get a couple of feet before the officer falls into step with you.

“Hold on a sec. Are you saying your grandmother doesn’t actually have cancer?”

“Nope.”

“First of all, you shouldn’t go around lying about stuff like that, what if you speak it into existence?”

You shrug, “both my grandmothers are already dead, so…”

“Oh…” he says awkwardly. “Sorry to hear that.”

You laugh again at his shifty eyes.

“What’s the second thing?” you ask.

“Hm?”

The two of you continue your leisurely stroll, side-by-side. You’ve already passed your salon, but you figure another lap wouldn’t hurt.

“You said ‘first of all.’ What’s second?”

“Ah,” he nods, sticking his hands in his pocket, relaxing his gait. “Second of all, why would you tell me you lied? I still have your license plate.”

“Well,” you pretend to ponder, a mischievous smile growing. “Are you going to give me a ticket, officer?”

He smiles too. “Depends. You might have to pay me back in some other ways.”

“That sounds oddly inappropriate given your position in law enforcement,” you joke.

“How about a date?”

You startle a bit, not expecting a straight shot from someone who seems very, well, reserved.

“You don’t even know my name,” you qualify.

“I do. I looked up your registration.”

You stop to face him, mentally noting the number on his badge. There, if he was creepy or weird, you could report him or something.

“I'm free tomorrow night?”

“Perfect, pick you up at 7?”

“You don’t even-”

“I know where you live. Registration, remember?”

“This feels like a misuse of government resources.”

He leans in a bit, close enough for you to feel his minty breath on your cheeks. “May I?” he whispers.

Dazzled, you nod.

He gives you the lightest kiss on your cheek, before taking one large, respectable step away. “My name is Sawamura Daichi. I promise I won’t do anything weird with your information unless you deserve another parking ticket in the future.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, then,” he says, fixing his cap back on his head and giving you a cute little salute before walking back the direction he came from.

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tiarahoarder · 7 months

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Conversation that I recently had with hubby, that could be a conversation with HQ characters #4

You: * sits peacefully on the couch, watches 'Love is Blind' on Netflix *

Hubby: * stares at you *

You: * turns to look at him * “What?”

Hubby: “You know I never realized it, but you are like the desert rain frog, whenever you get angry.”

You: * highly confused * “What the f? My angry face reminds you of a frog? Thanks, babe.”

Hubby: "No! Not your face, your attitude! It’s so cute, when you are angry, like right now." * grins *

You: "But a desert rain frog? What does that thing even look like?"

Hubby: * shows video *

You: “You’re forgiven. That’s the cutest shit I have ever seen.”

Hubby: “I know right?”

- MIYA TWINS, Tetsurō Kuroo, Morisuke Yaku, TŌRU OIKAWA, Issei Matsukawa, Kenji Futakuchi, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Satori Tendō, RINTARŌ SUNA

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tiarahoarder · 7 months

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If I... maybe... 👉👈... i might write this if i gather my energy enough. I've thought about this but i rationalised it by saying i don't know enough about dnd and the forgotten realms to write it good.

I had a silly idea that Tav belong to our modern world and got teleported into baldur's gate 3,so they were basically forced to learn to adapt. Slowly get better and better at everything until they had to return to their world. (Gale totally promised to find a way to connect these two worlds even.. if it is a little impossible but still wants to try. The others are totally sad about tav going away indefinitely)

Then these "weirdos" got somehow teleported in tav's house and its their turn to learn how to adapt into this universe until they figure out a way back (or.. they don't want to go back because tav is there with them👁👁). Imagine the chaos in tav's poor house and the possibly weird questions Tav have to answer LOLOL.

This silly idea can be used by anyone (tag me if you want to do it plz) since im not an avid fanfic writer as i used to be.

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tiarahoarder · 7 months

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At this point i consider this lock to be attacking me, except i cant vicious mockery my way through this like i do irl...

I’ve had a bottle of wine and unfortunately this was the result

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dnd #dnd chaos #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav

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tiarahoarder · 7 months

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That's me right there. I'm the duck 😌

idk if anybody drew this already anyway I had 20 minutes and HAD TO

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #buldars gate 3 #bg3 halsin #halsin

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tiarahoarder · 8 months

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it’s fun to stay at the Y

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tiarahoarder · 8 months

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back support

miya osamu x gn!reader. slight suggestive? samu being hot mostly. that’s all.

After hours at Onigiri Miya are always rather quiet.

It’s when all the employees clock out one by one, collect their things and finish up their duties before saying bye to the boss and heading out. And it’s when you always stop by to meet your boyfriend whenever you happen to be in the area during closing time.

(Which, granted, you find an excuse to be pretty frequently. But that’s not the point here).

The bell of the front door jingles as you let yourself in, meeting the last straggler of your boyfriend’s establishment just on their way out. He’s young, working to pay his way through college, Osamu told you. He has kind eyes and a sweet smile, a good kid.

“Hi,” he nods, moves to hold the door open as you finish walking through, points a thumb behind him. “Boss is in the back restocking, he wouldn’t let me stay to help.”

“Figures,” you laugh, shaking your head to yourself. “He’s a bit stubborn.”

And the kid chuckles like he doesn’t want to agree because it’s his boss, but the knowing smile speaks volumes anyways. He gives a quick bow of his head, mutters a polite goodnight, then the bell’s jingling again and you’re left alone in the front of your boyfriend’s restaurant.

You toss your keys onto the counter and push past the little waist high door with your hip to venture to the back of the restaurant. It’s pretty clean, save for where Osamu seems to have flung his hat off by the sink and there’s a familiar black apron pooled in the floor that looks to have fallen off its hook. You collect them both and smile to yourself as you clean up after him.

That’s when you hear it, as you swing by his office to put up the overlay part of his uniform—the slight muffled grunts coming from the storage room. Right, he’s restocking. Lucky you.

And if you were anyone else, you might be annoyed. Because the nights where Osamu stays behind by himself to restock can get long—like right now, with the time pushing midnight when he’s normally snuggled up in your bed by eleven—but, you must argue, it does have its perks. Like him bringing home extra leftovers from the day to make it up to you for being late. Or him giving you sweet sleepy kisses as he plops himself on top of you as soon as he walks in.

Or, and this is arguably your favorite one, you getting to witness the sight of him like this.

Your teeth dig into the corner of your lip as you lean against the doorframe of the storage room, the grunts that lead you to him punching through the air again as you watch the muscles of Osamu’s back flex and release as he tosses a bag of rice under one of the shelves. His work shirt hugs him so nicely, tight across the broad expanse of his shoulders and snug around the definition of his arms. It gets a little baggy past the expanse of his chest, a little looser towards his waist, but it bunches up due to the back brace he has strapped on.

You remember when he got it, albeit begrudgingly as he came home one day shy to show you what he picked up on his run to the store. The faint flush to his cheeks as he mumbled about how he can’t move as easily as he used to, that all those years of volleyball aren’t doing him any good now. You’d just kissed his cheek, told him it wasn’t even a big deal, anything that would keep him from hurting himself.

And as you eye the way the brace squeezes around his waist, does well to accentuate the slight cinch there that’s gotten just a bit wider over the years but is still very nice, you can’t even attempt to fight off the slight swirl in your gut.

Oh yes, lucky you indeed.

“Woo,” you whistle as he straightens up to swipe his forehead with the back of his hand, chewing your cheek as he looks over his shoulder at you.

“Oh, baby.” And he’s breathless, and it shouldn’t sound so fucking attractive, as he turns to walk towards you. He places his hands on your waist, drops his head for a kiss and hums against your lips. “Shouldn’t you be in bed? It’s late. Ya get cranky past eleven.”

“I get even crankier when my boyfriend isn’t in bed with me,” you retort, but there’s no malice in the confinement of the storage room, no tilt to your words. You kiss him again. “But getting to walk in on you like this isn’t so bad.”

Osamu laughs into your mouth, pulling back slightly when you try to loop your arms around his neck. He catches your wrist, kisses your palm.

“Ah, don’t get too close. I’m all sweaty,” he offers up with an apologetic grin, then tips his head with a scrunch of his nose when you roll your eyes. “I just have a few more bags to move, then we can get ya home and in bed.”

“Yeah,” you hum, but you don’t pull away. Instead you trail your hand down his chest, try to bite back your smirk at the way your boyfriend shivers a bit, until your fingertips reach the edge of the tight brace wrapped around his waist. “Guess I’ll just sit back and enjoy the view, hm?”

You give the brace a tug, do your best to swallow the giggle that threatens to slip at Osamu’s over exaggerated groan. His fingers give your waist a squeeze, a signature Miya pout being thrown in your direction.

“Yer evil,” he sulks, stares at you like he’s fighting some terrible inner battle, then grumbles under his breath as he surges forward to kiss you again. “Ya said you won’t pay attention to it.”

“No I said I wouldn’t make fun,” you correct, blow out a light laugh as Osamu pulls you flush against him while peppering kisses down your throat. “Not paying attention to it would be a crime when it makes you look so good.”

His lips pause on your throat. You swear you can feel the flush burning from his cheeks straight into your neck. You thread your fingers into the damp buzz of his undercut, run your nails over his scalp.

“It’s for back support,” he mumbles, low and soft. And maybe you are evil, truly, because the retort is quick from your lips.

“I could use some back support.”

Osamu stops breathing, you press into him a bit more, then suddenly you’re being moved over and pushed back onto the checklist desk by the wall. You can’t help the fit of giggles you fall into as your boyfriend nips at your neck, his fingers squeezing your sides in a mixture to tickle and also to drag you closer all while he berates you.

“Oh you’re gonna need back support by the time I get done with ya,” he chuckles, moves up to kiss you even as his lips curl in a grin and soil the action. He grabs one of your thighs, hooks your leg around his waist playfully. “So mean, comin’ in and distracting me when I’m trying to get work done. I’m busy, yanno. And you just wanna tease and—“

“Sir? Sorry, I think I left my apartment keys by the—“

Both yours and Osamu’s eyes widen, heads snapping to the doorway of the storage room. There stands the sweet, sweet boy from earlier, face going from pale to red to about seven different emotions all at once as he takes in the scene. Then he slaps a hand over his eyes almost comically, turns on his heel to retreat, shouting out sorry’s every step of the way as you and your boyfriend stare after him appalled.

Osamu scrambles after him, you scurry off the desk, and both of you internally curse that damn back brace and the power it holds over your heads.

this is incoherent n idc the point is osamu back brace supremacy goodnight.

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