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lesbianjunimo · 4 years ago

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If you’ve played Chapter 12 of Sweet Elite, then you know what went down. Today I am here to humbly attempt to give us what we all want: A MISTLETOE SCENE WITH THE RIGHT PERSON!! WOO!

ANYWAY, here you go!! I hope you guys enjoy. I’ve only romanced Alistair so some others may be ooc but let’s hope not. Putting these under a cut because I’m assuming this is gonna get long!

Alistair:

As soon as he got back with your punch, the crowd around you guys started giggling and pointing. You two just looked at each other and shrugged. That was when they started yelling to kiss.

“What? Why?- Oh.” You finally spotted the mistletoe above the two of you. “There’s a mistletoe, Al! I couldn’t see it behind your head. You’re too tall.” That made both of you laugh.

“Really? Sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck. The crowd had gotten bored of you both by that point. You took too long, and high schoolers have the attention span of a pigeon.

Having noticed no one was looking anymore, you quickly planted a kiss on Al’s cheek. He turned bright red immediately, holding a hand to his cheek. “What was that for? I mean, I really liked it-”

“The mistletoe!” You beamed at him and he felt like his heart could’ve exploded. He smiled back at you, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. He was very glad he asked you to the party.

Tadashi:

If you think this man would kiss you in front of a crowd, I’m afraid you are sorely mistaken. I think the most PDA you’d get from Mr. Professional would be him jumping off a bridge after you if you happened to fall off.

So when the crowd starts yelling for him to kiss, he simply rolls his eyes. “That’s not going to happen! Stop shouting, you’ll get us all caught.” A few people called him lame, but no one really had an argument. If y’all didn’t want to kiss, so be it!

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed. You were, like, super disappointed. You had been wanting to kiss this man since Halloween night! That’s two whole months of staring at his lips! And for what!

You were a bit bummed, but the excitement of spending the rest of the party with Tadashi brought your mood back up. You had almost forgotten about the mistletoe incident entirely until he walked you back to your dorm.

“I had a really great time tonight,” you smiled at him. He blushed, returning your happy expression. “So did I...” And then he did something you didn’t expect. He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing your knuckles. “I apologize for the mistletoe incident...I’d rather kiss you at a time more special than that.”

OH. OKAY COOL. THANKS. You two said goodnight and you blushed all the way until you fell asleep. Nerd.

Raquel:

She catches on to the hype of the crowd, but she doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or move too fast. She’s about to tell you just that, but when she turns to you she sees that you’re not as hesitant as she assumed you’d be.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months,” you’re nervous, but so giddy at the prospect of getting to kiss your crush that your feelings just rush out. You didn’t know what you expected Raquel’s response to be, but the huge smile that spread across her face was clearly the best option.

This girl absolutely dips you to give you a kiss. The crowd goes wild. She is milking it. She has spent way too much time with Axel. It’s a really good kiss, though. So good you barely even register the crowd noise.

When you’re both back upright and you pull away, you’ve got stars in your eyes. You’re so happy you feel like your heart could explode right out of your chest.

“Definitely the best party I’ve ever thrown,” Raquel winks at you, and smiles to herself when you burst into flattered laughter. “Agreed.”

Tyler:

Also starts yelling “kiss! kiss!” before realizing that it is, in fact, you two being told to do that. Oh. Well, in that case...

Gives you a really cheesy wink, one that makes you snort, before taking both your hands in his. His expression changes to be really serious. “If you want to kiss, that’s fine by me. More than fine. Awesome, even. But if you don’t want to kiss right now, that’s also cool. Kissing in front of people isn’t for everybody.”

He’s. So. Sweet! Oh my God! “A consent king,” you joke, and the two of you snicker. “But, seriously, I would love to kiss you.” “Really?” He looks absolutely giddy at the prospect. “Really.”

And so you two kissed. It was short, but super sweet. You both smiled through the whole thing. Ahh, you’re too cute! You get a few cheers and hollers from the crowd as you pull away. Tyler has a mind to scream “Thank you!” to both them and the heavens for letting him finally be able to smooch you, but he restrains himself.

“Would you want to do that again?” You ask him when the two of you go back to dancing. “Anytime, anywhere.”

Claire:

Mmm no. This would just not do. A bunch of people yelling at Claire will never do, even if they aren’t being mean. And based on the panicked look on her face, all that commotion is deemed illegal under the “everyone must be nice to Claire at all times” law. You leap into action quickly.

“Hey, hey! Leave us alone! If it’s so important someone kiss, do it yourselves!” You shout over everyone. You get a few boos, but you just roll your eyes and take Claire’s hand, leading her out of the room.

You take her back to your dorm, away from all noise. “How about we just stay here for a while?” You offer. She nods, smiling at you. “Thank you. That was very brave of you to stand up for us like that. I froze up.”

“And that’s perfectly okay. Anyone would have. I just hated seeing you like that; I knew I had to do something.” You sat down next to her, on the edge of your bed. She leaned over and unexpectedly kissed your cheek.

“We may not have had a mistletoe kiss, but I hope that shows my gratitude.” NO ONE PERSON IS ALLOWED TO BE THIS CUTE. You blush and smile, giving her a nod, before the two of you start talking about how excited you are for the group vacation the next day.

Axel:

More annoyed than anything. Since it’s him, there’s even more excitement than there would be if literally anyone else was under the mistletoe. Shuts that shit down immediately.

He glares at the crowd before telling them to calm down and leave you two alone. You’re torn between sad you didn’t get to kiss him and happy all the peer pressure to do so is gone.

Honestly, after that Axel doesn’t seem that into the party. You feel bad. Was it your fault? I mean, probably not...but maybe you could’ve handled it better? Hm...

“You wanna get out of here?” He offers, knocking you out of your thoughts. You agree, and you both head to his dorm. “You seemed out of it back there,” he observes.

“I was just...worried I did something wrong and upset you,” you twiddled your thumbs, looking at the floor. Suddenly his shoes were in your view, and he was standing right in front of you.

“I don’t think you could ever upset me,” he puts a hand on your shoulder as you look up, squeezing gently. “I was just mad at everyone there for pressuring you. I didn’t want to be in the same room as them anymore. I never want you to be uncomfortable like that. I’m used to large crowds screaming at me, but I don’t want you to have to be.”

“So it wasn’t me? Or that you didn’t want to kiss me?” “God, no,” he replied instantly, no hesitation needed. “I’d love to kiss you. Just not with all those people around.” “Well...what about right now?”

Take a guess what happens sjdssgffkdsfj

Karolina:

Completely immune to peer pressure from anyone she doesn’t respect. All the shouting has practically no effect on her. Her reaction is similar to Axel’s, except far more subdued.

“Oh, stop it. It’s not happening,” she pinches the bridge of her nose in a move that kind of reminds you of Tadashi. Those two do tend to have similar body language. Not wanting to deal with the ice queen’s wrath, as well as seeing that no kiss was coming, people lose interest.

“Sorry about that,” Karol says, when you two move to chat in the corner over punch. “It’s no problem! You handled it just as gracefully as I assumed you would.” If there is one compliment she wasn’t expecting, it was to be called “graceful” for dispersing a crowd. She loved it. She was blushing before she even realized it.

“What? It’s true,” you smirked as you took a sip of punch. She looked away, trying futilely to hid her burning cheeks. “Plus, I think first kisses are better when they’re in a more romantic setting. Maybe we’ll get to do that someday?”

Karol lifts her punch to her mouth, seemingly trying to hide in a dignified way, before locking eyes with you. “If you’re lucky,” she replied, smiling despite herself.

Tegan:

Ew. Not a fan of all the peer pressure going on here. Glared at the gathering crowd. “Stop that. Leave us alone.” He was a whole lot more stern than usual! You knew he could be like that when he was especially upset or passionate, especially after what happened at Faxion.

“Why don’t we go?” You suggested, voice soft. He sighed and agreed. You took his hand in yours, and he quickly intertwined you guys’ fingers as you left the room. You both decided to head to his dorm to get away from the chaos.

“Sorry,” he looked a bit skittish when you arrived. “What are you saying sorry for? You handled that well! You showed major guts out there!” You smiled at him, sitting down on one of the bean bags. He sat down next to you on the carpet, blushing at your praise.

“Thanks. I just...I really wanted everything to go perfectly at that party. It’s important to me that tonight goes well.” He looked into your eyes, clearly worried he had ruined your night.

“Tegan, literally any time spent with you is perfect. We could be doing math homework right now and I’d still be ecstatic. As long as I get to spend it with you, no matter where, tonight will be my favorite I’ve spent on campus.”

Oop- was that too much? You couldn’t tell. You were about to apologize when Tegan surged forward and hugged you. Oh. Looks like it wasn’t. “You’re the best, Y/N.”

Neha:

Freezes up when everyone starts demanding you two kiss. It’s not like she doesn’t want to, just...not now! She gives you a bit of a deer in the headlights look while you both desperately look for a way out of the situation.

Spending a night with your crush has absolutely fried your brain, so you do the first thing that comes to mind. Point at something shiny. “Whoa! Look at that!” You point towards the window, at nothing in particular, in hopes your peers will think you actually saw something. To your surprise, the majority of people fell for it! Maybe their brains were fried, too. Probably from finals.

Neha can’t stop herself from laughing at your awful plan, continuing to giggle as the both of you make your escape. You guys go back to her room, closing the door behind you before collapsing into another fit of laughter.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t think of anything else! I just wanted to get you out of there!” You wipe a tear from your eye as you both begin to recover your breath.

“I don’t know how that worked,” the girl next to you rolled her eyes. “But I’m very happy it did.” She lifted your still-joined hands, kissing the back of yours. You blushed beet-red. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Ellie:

Making Y/N uncomfortable is illegal. And the crowd yelling at you sure as hell seemed to be making you uncomfortable. So Ellie put her foot down. “Alright, alright! Stop it!” She’d brandish her screwdriver as a weapon if she weren’t still on Arlington property.

But, luckily for her, the crowd dispersed quickly after her outburst. You let out a sigh of relief, and she wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You could feel her concerned eyes looking you over.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” “Yeah. That just made me really nervous. Do you think we could go somewhere quiet?” “Absolutely!” She agreed immediately. “How about we play some Honeydew Valley? Tegan will totally let me borrow his Swatch.” (ajsgaksjdgsj i love coming up with weird names for stuff like they do in-game)

“That sounds great.” God, she always knew just what to do. You loved that about her. After asking Tegan for permission and getting set up in her dorm, you two settled down. You had a whole lot of fun playing together. You mar or may not have even married your farmers in co-op ohohoho...

“Thank you for changing your plans so last minute,” you mumbled as the night got later, your head having rested itself on her shoulder at some unknown point in the gaming session. “No worries, Y/N! Anything is fun when I do it with you.”

“Really?” You lifted your head. “Bet,” she replied, and kissed your nose. You nearly died. “Next time let’s make it a real one, hm?” Okay, then you did die, all while she laughed and beat your farmer at the egg hunt.

#THIS TOOK LIKE TWO HOURS BUT IM DONE #AND SO PROUD WOO #sweet elite #dulcet games #sweet elite headcanons #sweet elite x reader #se #alistair #ellie #tadashi #tyler #raquel #axel #claire #karolina #tegan #neha #my writing

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pressedinthepages · 4 years ago

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Wager

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier

Rating: T

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a/n: reader request: [Hello! What about Geralt being smug about his win streak in Gwent and Jaskier- who Geralt doesn’t know plays- decides to do something about it. ] I may have...gone all in on the Gwent here, folks.

also thanks to @sometimesiwrite for being a wonderful beta :)

(There is a link on my page where you can be added to my taglist :D)

Warnings: fluff, ~yearning~, Gwent

Two idiots play a game.

Geralt, with a flick of his wrist and a smirk of the brow, placed his final card on the table. Yrden. Reset the power of all units on a row. Devastating for his opponent, who had their Scoiatel units racking up boosts and vitality throughout the entire final round. No longer did their cards carry values of 30, 35, and 60. Oh no, they were returned to their original powers of 2, 4, and 5. The final score? Geralt had 38, and his opponent hung their head in defeat with 16.

Geralt took a swig of his ale as his opponent gathered his cards before tossing him a coin from across the table. “You played well.”

His opponent grimaced, rising to his feet. “Yeah, sure. That Yrden card is broken, it’s too powerful.”

Geralt squinted, crossing his legs beneath the table. “It’s not broken, you just need to learn to anticipate it. Don’t line up all of your high power cards in a row.”

The man rolled his eyes as he left, Geralt blinking in surprise. Ah well, he thought, some people just don’t want to learn.

Geralt motioned to the barkeep for another drink, flicking the coin in the air and catching it repeatedly. But suddenly, instead of the cool metal landing solidly in his hand, it was snatched from the air and held between two slender fingers just out of Geralt’s reach.

“You win this for me?” Jaskier tilted his head with a smile, toothy and bright.

Geralt grunted as his new ale was set before him, crossing his arms over his chest petulantly. “Gwent. It’s been a good night.”

“A glass of red wine for me, sweet thing,” Jaskier crooned at the barkeep, and she blushed her way back to the counter. “You’re quite fond of the game.”

Geralt hummed, fiddling with a torn edge on one of his cards. It was one of the first that he collected, a Redanian Archer. Fragile, but powerful with the right defense. “It’s...nice,” he murmured, “to just relax for a night.”

Jaskier didn’t even acknowledge the wine when it was set before him, his eyes trained solely on Geralt. “Would you play me?”

Geralt actually laughed at that, the bastard. “Do you even have a deck?”

“I will have you know, dear Witcher,” Jaskier patted the pockets of his doublet and trousers frantically, “that it is damned near impossible to travel across the Continent without amassing a wonderful collection of Gwent cards. I quite like my current deck, it has a lot of...character.”

Geralt smirked, shuffling all of his cards back into his deck. “What will I get when I win?”

“How very presumptuous, Ger-Aha!” Jaskier exclaimed, yanking out a vibrant purple pouch from the inner pocket of his doublet. “Terrible form really, dear heart, to assume you would best me so easily.”

Geralt shrugged, drawing the top ten cards from his deck. He took a generous gulp of his ale as he looked over his hand. Nothing stellar, but he could work with it.

Jaskier shuffled his own deck, flicking the cards back and forth in an effort to ensure the most efficient spread. “Alright. IF you win, my Witcher, you may have anything. Whatever first pops into your mind, it is yours. Same for me, if I find myself victorious. Deal?”

Jaskier’s eyes, so bright and blue and shining with mischief, caught Geralt off guard. He nodded and watched Jaskier deal himself ten cards as well. He traded two out, shuffling them back into the deck before holding Geralt’s hard-earned coin out in the palm of his hand. “Heads or tails?”

Geralt glanced at his own hand and found that he doesn’t really mind whether he went first or second. “Tails.”

Jaskier smiled and spun the coin into the air before it clattered back onto the table, heads-up. “Then I suppose I will go first.”

And this is where, dear reader, things took a turn.

Geralt felt like he had whiplash throughout the entire first round. Thanks to the first card that Jaskier played, every subsequent card was near impervious thanks to the additional 2 armor provided. As soon as Geralt realized that he was bound to lose the first round he played a card with Resilience in an effort to secure the second. But then, Jaskier played Queen of the Night, instantly purifying his Vandergrift and rendering him useless.

And then, the next card from Jaskier’s hand, was that-

“Wait, hang on. Eskel has a Gwent card?” Geralt blinked, reaching for the card on the table.

“Oh yes, he’s a lovely one. He boosts himself by one every. Single. Turn.” Jaskier polished off the remainder of his wine with a flourish, resting his chin on his hand and waiting for Geralt’s next turn. Geralt sighed and did some mental math before placing a Tridam Infantry. Next turn, he could place a Temerian Drummer, and there would be enough turns left for those two to damage Jaskier’s cards enou-

“I think I’ll pass now, darling.” Jaskier smiled, folding his three remaining cards into his hand. Jaskier currently had a score of 23, while Geralt had 11. Shit.

Geralt sighed, folding his own cards into his hand. “Pass.” He knew that if he tried to outscore Jaskier on this turn, he’d only barely make a higher value, and it would put him an extra card short in the final round.

Jaskier smirked, drawing another three cards and motioning for Geralt to do the same. They cleared the board into their respective graveyards, and Jaskier perused his cards.

“Pass, dear.”

Geralt hummed, cursing himself on the spot. It was an easy tactic, one that would leave him with two less cards than Jask in the final round. Well, at least I didn’t push it.

And then Geralt was faced with another hard decision. His hand now only held valuable cards, and he’d have to waste one to win this round. Fuck.

He put down his Roche: Merciless, hating every moment of it. Damn, that’s a good card.

Jaskier’s smirk only grew as Geralt then slid the card to the graveyard, each of them drawing three cards each once more.

Once again, Jaskier’s deck baffled Geralt. He started with Villentretenmerth, which cost Geralt his Donimir of Troy. Somehow, miraculously, as Geralt played his last card, he could see himself pulling away with the win. He had two Kaedweni Revenants, as well as a Vivienne: Oriole that had been boosted to 12. That put him at 18, and Jaskier was only at 10. Geralt couldn’t realistically see him closing that gap with his final card.

“Odd deck you have there, Jaskier,” Geralt finished off his own ale.

“Yes, it does have a bit of spice, hmm?” Jaskier frowned, scratching at the stubble on his chin. His hair flopped over his forehead and something in Geralt’s gut really wanted to reach out and push it back, to feel his hair between his fingers. Geralt shook the thoughts off, his toes bouncing inside his boot.

“You know, I think I may have saved the best card for last.” Jaskier sighed as he set the card in the melee row. Geralt: Professional. Damage an enemy unit by 3. If its power was a multiple of 3, destroy it instead.

Geralt’s stomach plummeted as Jaskier took his 12 power Oriole and sent it to the graveyard, his brain spinning with the math. Jaskier: 13, Geralt: 6.

“What the hell was that, Jaskier?” Geralt asked, breathless. Jaskier stood and held out his hand, waiting patiently for a final shake. Geralt gave it to him while his mind played catch-up, trying desperately to comprehend how his bard had beaten him so thoroughly at his own game. And, wait a minute, when did I start thinking of him as *my* bard?

They collected their cards and returned to their shared room, Geralt still silently stunned.

“Well,” Jaskier clasped his hands together before shucking off his doublet, “I would like to claim my prize.”

Geralt looked over at Jaskier, his chemise undone and a blush creeping up the solid line of his chest. His eyes had a nervous air about them, and his fingers flexed at his sides.

Jaskier closed the distance between them, standing just shy of Geralt’s grasp. “What would you have asked for if you had won?”

Geralt glanced down to Jaskier’s lips, finding them pink and plump and yearning for his own. “I-I would’ve asked...for you.”

Jaskier bit his lip and slunk his hand up around Geralt’s neck. “Oh, Geralt. You have me. Always have, and always will.”

Geralt pressed into Jaskier’s hand at the nape of his neck. “And you, Jask? What do you choose for your prize?”

Jaskier smiled, his eyes watering the smallest bit. “You.”

Geralt sighed as Jaskier’s lips pressed against his, warm and wet and so perfect that his knees felt close to buckling. He braced himself on Jaskier’s hips, his hands fisting into the delicate fabric of his chemise with fervor. Jaskier’s tongue licked into his mouth and Geralt moaned into him. Jaskier tasted of wine and flowers and summer and Geralt was intoxicated.

Jaskier parted first, resting his forehead on Geralt’s as he caught his breath. “Well,” he panted, “if I had known it would be this easy I would’ve taken up Gwent ages ago.”

Geralt chuckled, pulling Jaskier back in for another kiss. For he feared that he would never be sated, not when Jaskier was right there with Geralt as his prize.

#geraskier #fluff #gwent

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kyleelisetht · 4 years ago

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Artist/Activist John Sims Perpetually Recasts Valentines and Goes ‘Beyond the Divide’ in 2021. ~KyleeliseTHT

What happened on February 14, 2021, in this starkly divided nation when an artist brought to the dinner table a group of Republicans and Democrats amid a global pandemic? Forget politics. It was poetry night.

With verses in hand – one penned by an assumed unknown author, another by a Pakistani poet, an Irish bard buoyed by the ‘Bard of Avon’, a poem lamenting pandemic angst and political divide within a single household—there were no battle lines, just words steeped in pain, advocating coexistence, respect, and, as spoken by more than one presenter, appeals for civility.

Conservatives and Liberals have taken a stand

Families and couples have drawn lines in the sand

Never in history has politics mattered

To the point that our relationships

Have become torn and tattered. ~Hank Goldsby (2021)

So, how many times can one square the complex and multidimensional root of love and unleash it, even love between political opposites and ordinary citizens? As calculated by the artist John Sims, a Detroit-to-Sarasota, Fla. transplant—the infinite equation is primed to be reevaluated nearly every year.

Sims, who first hosted ‘The SquareRoot of Love’ on Valentine's 2010, organized his seventh, which commenced this year on February 12, 2021, and concluded on the event’s signature date – Valentine’s Day.

After the first two days of ‘SquareRoot’ festivities showcasing artisans of song, spoken word, and visual art – an overture, if you will, to ‘V-day,’ Sims gathered the bipartisan group of local elected officials, political supporters, and activists to shepherd an act of “civility and love, “ he said.

Among those in attendance were Hagen Brody, Marsha and Hank Goldsby, Scott Hopes, and Dee McFarland. Politics was not on the menu. Instead, guests had been asked to introduce an assigned course during the dinner by reading a favorite love poem.

The wordfest and five-course meal, complemented by champagne, wines, and what Sims deemed the quintessential American dessert—Apple Pie à la Mode was held at The Rosemary, a swanky Sarasota eatery, and set to music performed by the young but seasoned musicians of the Modern Jazz Ensemble. A single romantic verse about love and patience during a couple’s “building years” reminded the audience that it was, indeed, lover’s day, and was offered by the poet Melanie Lavender.

Known for work that challenges historical iconography held in place by sentiment, yet deeply rooted in racial oppression, and his across-interest collaborations undergone to promote mutual understanding, Sims, who is also a reputable figure among math artists, has organized ‘SquareRoot’ as part of his creative practice that is a wholly collaborative experience in which divergent voices bring their interpretation of how to solve or, at least, engage the equation of love. The contributions range from erudite to experiential.

Each of Sims’ ‘SquareRoot of Love’ rallies creatives of all disciplines, as well as socio-political operatives, journalists, and community thinkers to square the root of love in its many iterations within the context of the pressing questions of the day. In its debut year, Sims with performance artist Karen Finley delved into the notion of love as a trope, featuring responses in verse by poets JoAnne Growney and Regie Cabico. The annual event has since grown – twice occurring in the States and Paris, concurrently – to include a larger group of contributors, all vying to “square” love in all its most uncomfortable places.

In 2019, Sims asked artists to triangulate ‘love’ with the anniversary of seventeen and seventeen murdered and injured, respectively, at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. As this writer was a contributing poet, I can share that no solution could be extrapolated from the reality of this tragedy.

In 2020, Florida’s Poet Laureate, Peter Meinke, and journalist/civil Rights activist Charlayne Hunter-Gault presented poems that spoke more traditionally to love as unpredictable yet sustaining. However, as Sims’ work is always tied to a complex unfurling of love within the difficulties of realities, this year’s theme comes in an era of what has been deemed an existential political, racial, and social reckoning anchored in the quagmires of 2020. In response: Sim’s organized ‘Beyond the Divide,’ the seventh and political edition of ‘The SquareRoot of Love’.

The 2021 affair came eleven months after the country became restrained by Coronavirus and was viscerally divided over race and politics. “Our differences in religion were much easier than our differences in politics,” said long-time resident and retired banker Hank Goldsby, a Conservative, who lamented the strain of it all on his thirty-year marriage to his wife Marsha, a healthcare provider and registered Democrat. The Goldsbys shared a “2020 retrospect” penned by Hank of the perils of being quasi-quarantined and under significant external pressure. Of it all, Hank concluded, “that there’s a lot more to life than politics.”

Dr. Scott Hopes read ‘Before You Came,’ a four stanza tome about unexpected change and a slow renewal written by Pakistani poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Divergent political views, as Dr. Hopes explained, during his presentation, ushered a break from his beloved son of whom he is gushingly proud. “We all have to come back together,” he said. “Politics is not worth it.”

The poet is unknown to her, but the writer’s poem has hung in Delores McFarland’s home since the mid-eighties and has been a source of solace, especially in times of personal loss of family, she said. McFarland has survived her only child.

A retired HR professional and the president of the Sarasota Black Democratic Caucus, McFarland’s mission, she said, “... is to engage and empower black voters in Sarasota.” And, she is deeply concerned about the lives of black men. “I believe that black men are an endangered species, and we should respect them no matter what their situation,” she said. And she has expectations of Black men, too. “Their responsibility is to go through a growth and self-actualization process to grow into the mature person that God intended them to be,” she said.

When McFarland read from the lower stanza of her found poem, “And you learn that you really can endure/you really are strong/ you really do have worth/ and you learn/ and you learn/ with every goodbye, you learn...” she was, herself, empowered, once more, through the words of the writer whose name she’d never known – the Jamaican poet Lisa Goycochea.

“Civility is extremely important,” said thirty-eight-year-old Hagen Brody before he delivered the poem ‘Speak to Me with Civility’, written by the Ireland-born poet Francis Duggan.

In this beautiful coastal city of social, political, and economic unevenness, where the difficulties of race and policing are as evident though not as fatal as in many cities across the country, and strife and accusations in all directions are uncomfortably common, Hagen plays a prominent role. He is the Mayor of Sarasota, Fla.

“We’re a resilient country,” Hagen said. “Our democracy is extremely strong.” And most of the nation’s citizens share similar values and dreams, he believes. Still, there’s trouble in America. There’s trouble even in his beautiful city.

Hagen said that a return to civility will open pathways for understanding and necessary change through cooperation. A return to civility is an unavoidable first step, he explained.

So committed to the possibility of civil discourse for change, Hagen, after he reads Duggan’s poem, added an arc of reconciliation with a verse from the consummate bard himself, William Shakespeare: “And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.” (Taming of the Shrew)

So, how does one solve the equation of division? “Strive mightily” and, perhaps, try as one might solve the activist-artist John Sims’ SquareRoot of Love.

(February 2021)

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kathyprior4200 · 5 years ago

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Dragon Ball Characters as Teachers / An In Depth Look at the 12 Universes

Goku: Teaches martial arts and provides free lunches for his students every day.

Vegeta: Etiquette for addressing royalty.

Gohan: Math, martial arts, and Saiyan culture. Wrote a book in a later age.

Trunks: Teaches sword fighting, justice studies and the pros and cons of time travel.

Tien: Teaches the New Crane School with their martial arts styles

Krillin: Teaches the New Turtle School with their martial arts styles

Frieza: Monarchy and world conquering studies.

Hit: History of assassins and time breakers

Ginyu Force: Dance classes and learning poses. Also offers gymnastics and yoga.

Piccolo: Spiritual studies, meditation, and perseverance.

Bulma: Engineering, science, and the autonomy of capsules

Chi-Chi: Home Economics, team teaches with Videl

Master Roshi: Pornography studies, Kamehameha technique and his own version of anatomy

Broly: Fighting techniques, the geography and life on Vampa…KILL KAKAROT!...that was his other older self, we’re not doing that…

Caulifla and Kale: Fusion techniques and women in Saiyan history

Cabba: Universe 6 history and the dynamics of a student/teacher relationship

Cell: How to absorb others and become the perfect being. Also offers a course on bug and reptile studies.

Majin Buu team teaches with Hercule: Wrestling techniques, how to become a champion, and how to enjoy the most candy. Bring pets and chocolate for extra credit.

Android 21: Counseling and addiction course

Beerus and Whis: A divine cooking course, learn how to make your favorite dishes from around the world. All students are required to bring pudding and meals to professor Beerus, unless they want the Earth to be destroyed.

Jaco: Police duties and the history of the Galactic Patrol

Zamasu and Goku Black: religious studies and the ugliness of humanity

Jiren and Toppo: Fighting for justice across the realms. Strength is absolute.

Baby: Tuffle technology and the science of possession

Turles and Bojack: How to be space pirates and colonize other worlds. Learn about the fruits from the Tree of Might and learn how to grow your own.

Zeno Destruction Group: Team teaching, featuring Hearts as the head teacher. Teaches the tyranny of oppressive forces (Zeno) and how to make the world fit your own standards.

Fu: Traveling to the past and future to gather energy. How to bring warriors together to fit your purposes. Have warriors fight each other and learn about science at the same time.

Dabura: Demonology studies and the world of the Demons. Extra article: “My surprisingly good life in heaven”

Pilaf: Rule the universe, gain wealth, and order your lackeys around! All the steps you need to make the universe yours!

Kami and Dende: Namekian studies and the perils of releasing your evil self

King Piccolo: Rule setting, releasing criminals and living the good life. Learn about Namekian reproduction and how handy minions can be.

Raditz: Saiyan history and world colonization.

Yamcha: Desert living, thievery, and baseball studies. Win a baseball game for extra credit. Learn the Wolf Fang Fist and how to survive when fighting Saibamen.

Korin: Grow your own Senzu beans

Shenron and Porunga: History of the Dragon Balls and why one should always be careful what they wish for

Android 17: Environmental studies and how to be a park ranger

Android 18: Android physiology and how to raise a strong child

U1 1st

U12 2nd

U5 3rd

U8 4th

U11 5th

U2 6th

U3 7th

U10 8th

U4 9th

U7 10th

U6 11th

U9 12th

NEW! Travel abroad to other universes and learn their values.

Universe 1: “We are one.”

With the symbol of the wise owl, this universe has the highest mortal level (harmony) of all the universes. Meet Iwan, the god of Destruction, Awamo the Angel and Anat, the Supreme Kai. Our universe has a vast collection of books and tablets filled with knowledge from ancient to modern times. Learn the secrets of true harmony and the ways to hinder violence and bias. Our Universe is closest to the divine, so you may get a chance to interact with the Grand Priest and even Zeno-sama. Our Supreme Kai/Core Persons are the most organized in all the universes.

Universe 2: “Love is always in the air!”

The symbol of this universe is the eye of Horus, representing our love for Egyptian mythology as well as harmony. Meet the beautiful Goddess of Destruction Jerez and her angel attendant Sour and the Supreme Kai, Pell. Learn about our lovely warriors of our universe, featuring our trio of magical girls and guys. Ribranne explains the art of her transformations and her fellow warriors have graciously agreed to perform dances for tours! If you ever want to find true love, need relationship advice, or are plain lonely, our people will give you all the support you need. (Also, don’t miss our Valentine’s Day extravaganza and Sailor Moon movie night.)

Universe 3: “Fix it if it’s broken; if not, improve it!”

Welcome to the most technologically advanced universe in the galaxy. Mule, the God of Destruction explains the workings of his robotic suit. Camparri is the angel and the Supreme Kai is Ka. Meet Castopersa, a member of our police force and a participant in the Tournament of Power. We make all sorts of efficient gadgets that would leave the technology-oriented Tuffles speechless! Feel free to sign up for our science studies program…engineers are always in high demand.

Universe 4: “Conspiracies and secrets galore��hide them no more…in Universe 4!”

Our people will do anything to emerge victorious, consequences need not apply. Quitela is our God of Destruction, Cognac our Angel, and Kuru our Supreme Kai. Join us for an exclusive interview with our warriors, including the seductive Caway, Damon, our shrinking member, Gamisaras who can turn invisible, and many more. Have something to sell on the Black Market? Are you secretly plotting to influence the world? We got you covered, 100% guaranteed. Just come on over to our Universe and see the amazing things we have to offer!

Universe 5: “Balance is key.”

Our Universe represents Ying and Yang at its finest. As a Universe with one of the highest mortal levels, we are committed to being the best we can be. Arak is our God of Destruction, interests include peaceful meditation. Cukatail is our Angel and Ogma is our Supreme Kai.

Universe 6: “Giving up is never an option.”

Champa is our God of Destruction, Vados is our Angel, and Fuwa is our Supreme Kai. In our Universe, you’ll get to experience an alternate world where the Saiyans become protectors and Planet Salada still survives. You may get a chance to encounter His Majesty King Salada (who was better than King Vegeta ever was). Meet our Saiyan fighters Cabba, Caulifla and Kale as they share their stories from Salada. Hit is our legendary time breaker and assassin. Frost can be a cheater, but he’s still a great fighter. We also have robot fighters, but be sure to be nice.

Update: Our Earth has been restored thanks to the God of Universe 7. Now let’s hope that the mortals there don’t get into fights again.

Universe 7: “This land was made for you and me.”

Beerus is our God of Destruction, Whis is our Angel and Shin is our Supreme Kai. Here is where the events of Dragon Ball Z and Super took place. Also, we are the Universe that won the Tournament of Power due to our teamwork and determination. Meet Goku, Vegeta, Androids 17 and 18, Krillin, Gohan, Piccolo, and many other great individuals. (But don’t meet Frieza, he’s evil).

Universe 8: “Dignity in Diligence.”

Work hard, play hard. No other Universe puts in more effort than ours! Liqueur is our fox God of Destruction, Korn is our Angel and Iru, our Supreme Kai.

Universe 9: “Our bark is worse than our bite!”

Our Universe may be barren, but that doesn’t stop us from surviving! Sidra is our God of Destruction, Mojito is our Angel and Ro is our Supreme Kai. Bergamo, Basil, and Lavender are three warrior wolves and our finest fighters. Weakness is not tolerated here, so survival of the fittest does apply. Here we forge brotherly bonds to help us survive the harsh and violent climate we live in.

Universe 10: “Muscle is Might!”

Come visit our marvelous Universe and meet the strongest fighters in all the realms. Rumush is our pink elephant God of Destruction, Kusu is our Angel and Gowasu is our Supreme Kai. (Be sure to bring him tea if you see him. And don’t mention the traitor Zamasu). If you think you have what it takes, join our boot camp and see what our fighters face each day.

Universe 11: “Strength is absolute, but Justice is for all.”

Justice is more than just a concept. Here in Universe 11, we believe that everyone deserves equal treatment…and the proper punishment when necessary. Vermond is our clown God of Destruction (who has his own group of harem woman), Marcarita is our Angel, and Cae is our Supreme Kai. Come join us for an exclusive interview with the Pride Troopers and the strongest mortal in the world: Jiren!

Universe 12: “Be the Ultimate Being.”

Meet Giin, our aquatic God of Destruction, but be sure to treat him with respect. Martinu is our Angel and Ag is our Supreme Kai. Learn about a mortal who used a time machine from one of our civilizations. Our Universe has the second highest mortal rating…and you won’t be disappointed. Travel and stay in our futuristic Atlantis city, visit our oceans and learn aquatic techniques to cleanse your mind, body, and soul. If Giin decides to be ruthless and conquer other worlds, don’t take it personally.

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seniorsweeney-blog · 6 years ago

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Starting Out: First days are universally the hardest days...

Day 1: August 13, 2019

I arrived in Uganda around 2:30 PM. It was a long journey (12 hours from New York to Dubai and then another 6 hours from Dubai to Entebbe), but we made it safely. Along the way, I watched movies, journaled, and began to read Melinda Gate’s book, The Moment of Lift.

I was greeted at the airport by Ruth, my host, and her cousin George, who I met on my last trip. After about 20 hours of traveling, I felt extremely comforted by a familiar face. We hopped in the car and made our way back to Kampala.

When we made it to Ruth’s house, it felt entirely different than last time. Everything might have looked the same or similar to what it was a year ago. However, during my last trip, I always had Ysabel, a fellow student, by my side experiencing everything. We had been chosen to work the internship together, live together, and be support sources for each other.

This time, I am on own, and being back in Ruth’s house without Ysabel made me confront that reality. Not only am I on my own, but I am also doing a completely independent project. There is no office space for me to go, no strict 9-5 schedule, and no manager assigning my tasks. I am in charge of finding a space to work, creating structure for myself, and finding people to interview.

I tried to fall asleep around 8:00 PM, but I could not help but feel a little overwhelmed by this reality. “What was I doing here?”, I thought. Doubts, worries, and stressors circled my mind and kept me up. This is often what happens to me when I have to deal with uncertainty. My mind thinks of all the things that could go wrong rather than the plan to make it go right. However, I decided to shut that shit down and play a guided meditation for sleep. Sometimes, when confronted with anxiety, this is the best way for me to get through it. The guided meditation urges you to “give your thoughts permission to leave you to take their own journeys for a while and join you again in the morning”. While this seems like the obvious thing to do after a long journey with limited sleep, sometimes it is helpful to have a reminder to tackle your problems when you are well rested.

I woke up again around 1:00 AM and luckily Maddy, a good friend, was around to call and chat. She heard me out, made me feel comforted, and reminded me that I am up for task. Feeling more secure, I fell back asleep and let my mind and body prepare for the next day ahead.

Day 2: August 15th, 2019

Given my anxieties the night before, I really hit the ground running on my second day. I got up and called a friend around 8:00 AM, I ate a breakfast consisting of mango, pineapple, and a fried egg, and then I took a boda to Acacia Mall to get started.

I first tackled the problem of getting an office space. I visited a local coworking space called Tribe Kampala, where many researchers and internationals come to enjoy fast internet and a productive environment. I opened a membership, set up my WiFi, and sat down to work.

Next, I started to make a real tangible action plan. For my senior thesis, I am investigating the roles and experiences of teachers, administrators, policy makers, and nonprofits in integrating the refugee population into the national education through the Education Response Plan (ERP). I intend to start with the schools because they are hardest to reach from abroad and Ruth, my host mom, offered to drive me to these schools because she does not have much going on during the weeks.

While I had prepared a list of schools that I was interested in visiting before coming, I realized that I had to narrow down my target sample to schools that serve refugees. I had read in numerous reports that mentioned 23 schools with the highest refugee populations, but I was having trouble tracking their names.

I first attempted to narrow the sample down by identifying the subdistricts in Kampala with the highest refugee populations and creating a list of schools within those areas. Then, after four hours of work, by the grace of God, I found a list of schools in Kampala and their refugee count in their student population deep in the bottom of a UNHCR update from 2016. While collecting accurate information of the refugee status of students can be difficult because many children choose not to disclose this information, this was a start. With this list, I began mapping out the schools, tracking down their phone numbers, and creating a plan to visit them starting next week.

After working for quite some time, I headed over to Acacia Mall to buy a phone plan. Unfortunately, I forgot that I needed my passport to register so I had to put this task off for the next day. Instead of doing that task, I went to a café, had a passion juice, and practiced on my mental math to prepare for some case interviews that are looming in the fall.

Around dinner time, I met up with Ryan, a recent Princeton graduate currently doing a Princeton in Africa Fellowship which sets you up to work for NGO or Social Enterprise in Africa for a Year. He is working for Rockies, an organization that scouts a talent from across rural Uganda, recruits them for a performance troop, and pays for their training and schooling. He just moved here in the beginning of August and is already being thrown into work from grant writing to logistics.

We went to Meza, my favorite shawarma place in the world, and chatted about our experiences, our transition, and our lives. Then, we went to Wine Garage, a nearby lowkey wine bar, for their happy hour to celebrate meeting each other and my first full day in Kampala.

I ended the day feeling more confident and positive then before. I realized I wasn’t alone and that I had many contacts and many people I could reach out to. I also realized that I can make a plan and execute on it- it’s as simple as just doing it. I had plan to contact schools the next day and reach out more people.

This time when I got home, I worked a bit more, excitedly showed Ruth the schools, and called my parents and friends to tell them the updates. Things were looking up!

Day 3: August 15th, 2019

Today, was a longer day. I woke up a bit later around 9 AM because I was up until late working on logistics for when I get back to school and start working with the Glee Club. I quickly showered, ate breakfast, and ran out the door.

I made it to Acacia Mall around 10 AM and went to the MTN Mobile Provider Office to set up my local number (finally!) Pro Tip: Always do it at the airport- it might be more expensive, but it’s easier. It took about an hour to get all set up and squared away with a phone number, but I practiced on my mental math app in the meantime. While I wanted to have been watching Stranger Things, the last thing I need right now is more mysteriousness to creep into my subconsciousness. So, instead of watching those pre-downloaded Netflix episodes, mental math it was.

After, I finished setting up my phone. I went to Tribe Kampala and began to make phone calls. The first 10 schools I called either did not pick up or were invalid numbers. Finally, 11 calls later, an administrator told me that I must go through the Kampala Capital City Authority (KCCA) to interview students (yay bureaucracy!!).

With this new development, I called the KCCA to figure out the process to get their approval and introduction to schools. I found out I needed to provide a letter of introduction from my University providing the details of my work. So, for the next hour, I printed and assembled a packet to bring to the KCCA. I then took a safe boda to the KCCA, walked into their massive complex, and was directed to the department of education for approval. I handed her the packet, explained my time crunch (only 3.5 weeks), and she told me that I can expect to hear back from tomorrow with her feedback (Please say a prayer for this to work out). Despite this bureaucratic bump in the road, I am positive that it will all work out and that I am taking the steps in the right direction.

After this, I had a call with an associate at a consulting firm to learn about her experience and gather her advice. I also read a chapter in my Casebook and practiced more mental math (shout out to my sister if she’s reading this).

For dinner, I met up with Rosette, a former coworker of mine from the Bayimba Cultural Foundation, where I worked last summer. She has since left the organization and is on her way to the next thing in life. Here is a bit about her life because I think she is a power house and we all can learn from the way she walks purposefully through life and always demonstrates her value:

She is the daughter of a diplomat, who recently passed away, and majored in tourism in her undergraduate education. She had always been interested in theater and drama starting with her work at her local parish where she led the Christmas Cantatas and taught Sunday School through drama. While working at Sunday School, a leader in the church took notice and offered her a job as her project manager. She worked there for a while, but after being dissatisfied with inconsistent pay, she looked to move on.

It was around then when she made a close connection with the woman who would always write the Christmas Cantatas. She impressed the woman by tidying up her place and offered Rosette an administrator job. While she was happy at this job, she both lived and worked with this woman which made for difficult boundaries. It was around that time when she started going to the Bayimba Festival and connecting with their founder, Faisal. She became their part-time workshop coordinator as she continued working for the other woman often working early mornings, late nights, and traveling on the weekends for the Bayimba events across the country. After doing this for a period of a year, she realized that she had to get out and move on her own. Around that time, she met three international women hoping to rent out their place while they would be away. Despite not having the money at the time, she demonstrated her interested and moved forward with the opportunity.

After working hard at Bayimba, the team there began to take notice and offered her a full-time position when the funding came in. She then was able to move out of the old job and house and start this new career with Bayimba. For the past 9 years, that had been her life. She worked as the coordinator for the Bayimba Academy- organizing workshops, inviting guest artists from around the world, and helping develop the young talent here in Uganda.

Just this May, she resigned from Bayimba and began to take the steps towards her next phase in life. She is hoping to improve her education and eventually work to improve the channels for cultural exchange across the world and open people’s minds up to the broad arts landscape that is out there. She is brilliant, strategic, and has had so much faith and courage over her life. I am excited for her next adventure.

Rosette and I talked for hours and she connected me with some music educators that serve refugee populations across Uganda who I will try to interview. She is one of those amazing individuals that leave you speechless at times.

Now, I am in my room in bed at Ruth’s house next to the Oryx Petrol Station on Bukoto-Kisassi Road. I am exhausted, but so excited and ready for what will come tomorrow.

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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I’m Not Enough For You (Craquaria) ~ Koi

A/N: Hey! Long time, no see. Or something like that. I got really inspired by a prompt I found on Craquariaprompts. To shorten it, they are dating and someone tells Brianna, that she isn’t pretty enough for Aquaria. I really love the way that this turned out, so I hope y'all like it as well.

Brianna carefully began to draw on her overdrawn pink lips that she dawned almost every day. Her eyes darted over to her phone, which lit up revealing a text.

Aquaria 👑💖: I’m Outside, It’s Freakin Cold! Get out here!

She quickly filled in her lips and grabbed her bag, not realizing that she failed to completely close the lid, causing the makeup to spill onto her carpet. She wore a pastel sweater, along with light blue skinny jeans and a pair of boots that happened to match both her lips and the sweater that she wore.

She turned off her light, hopping down the stairs two at a time, not wanting to keep the other girl waiting long. Although, considering the others car was in perfect working condition and had heat, made her wonder why she was so cold. She wasn’t going to question it however, knowing that was just the way aquaria was.

“Bye Mom! I’m Leaving Now!” She shouted, as she ran out the door, not giving a glance back to the house.

“Have a good day sweetie!” Her Mother shouted back, returning to the magazine she previously had to her focus on.

She slowed down to a fast walk, making her way down the driveway and towards her girlfriends car. Her smile brightened almost as soon as she got to the car and opened the door, her eyes meeting the others brown eyes dead on.

“Thank God you decided to come out! It took foreverrrrrrr!” Aquaria drawed out, the goofy smile on her face made it apparent it was all just a small joke.

Brianna got in the car, adjusting her sweater and placing her bag at the base of her feet. Aquaria handed her a cup of coffee and a single blueberry muffin from the shop that they often visit, and she knew Brianna really enjoyed their muffins.

Brianna smiled and took the coffee and muffin, before thanking the taller girl with a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you baby” She replied to the gesture, still blushing a tiny bit when she used the pet names that they began using for each other not long after they decided to get together. “You always know what to get me.”

Aquaria started the drive towards the school, a comfortable silence between them, the only noises arising was either the outside world, or the tiny noises coming from Brianna as she ate the breakfast graciously bought for her. Brianna wiped her mouth and put the trash in the bag that the muffin came in.

“No wonder you’re cold! Look at what your wearing!” Bri giggled slightly gesturing at aquaria’s outfit choice of the day.

Aquaria looked beautiful as always, there wasn’t a day when she didn’t look stunning. Today she dawned a short white dress with a V-neck as well, with a black leather belt across her waist. The dress had black writings of various words all over it. She had straightened out her blonde hair and had bright vibrant colors including in her make up today. She looked amazing.

“Sometimes, you sacrifice things for beauty.” Aquaria said, smiling slightly “Besides, I was just saying that make you move faster.” She stuck her tongue out and laughed a little.

Brianna took a moment to look down at her outfit. She looked nowhere as beautiful or stunning as aquaria. It was like, she wasn’t even on the same scale. Bri frowned and sighed, before trying to quickly push the negative thoughts out of her mind. She knew she wasn’t in the same league as aquaria and while it bothered her, she didn’t want it to come up in conversation.

They continued to talk for most of the ride towards the school. Anything was on the table for discussion this morning. Topics varied from schoolwork, to the upcoming school wide assembly, to how the vixen most obviously has feelings for that small blonde girl that just moved into town.

The car pulled into the parking lot, and the girls collectively gathered their things and got ready to start the school day. Aquaria came over and instinctively intertwined their fingers together. Briana smiled, matching the same soft smile Aquaria gave her. It also allowed Brianna to let out a small breath that she didn’t know she was holding in. The girls walked together into the school, squeezing the others hand when they needed too.

“Hey, Aquaria!”

“Lookin Good”

“Turn around why don’t cha?”

“Hey, Sexy!”

And a few whistles were just a few of the sounds that came from the over energetic boys in the hallways.

Aquaria seemed to block off the messages and whistles rather instantaneously, meanwhile, Brianna looked towards the ground as she walked on. She didn’t like hearing what they all had to say. It wasn’t aquaria’s fault of course, she had no control over what they would possibly say. It was just reminded her that she wasn’t on her league.

Aquaria was the most popular girl in school. She was the head cheerleader as well, and it seemed like she could have every boy wrapped around her finger in a matter of minutes. Brianna was just… well normal. She wasn’t very popular, she didn’t play any sports or anything, she just wrote and happened to be hilarious.

When Brianna first developed her crush on the taller blonde, she could swear up and down and until the cows come home that she was straight, or at least she never said anything to make it seem like she wasn’t. Aquaria was stunning, and loved by everyone. Even if there was a possible chance that she wasn’t straight, Brianna certainly felt as if she wasn’t on her level.

They both arrived at a party wearing almost seemingly matching dresses. That night was filled with alcohol, giggling, and awkward moments of endearment that ended with a kiss. Ever since that night, almost 3 weeks ago, they’ve been together. Brianna was happy. She was so happy. Aquaria just made her feel something completely different when she was alone with her. She made her feel safe and protected, but most importantly, loved.

They continued walking together, fingers intertwined with each other. The pair made it to their first class, they had this class together, the only class they did. Aquaria kissed the other girls cheek before they parted ways to their seats and towards their friends.

Brianna sat on the right side in the front of the class, next to both of her best friends, Katelyn and Monét. She always took her academics really seriously, always gaining A’s in almost everything she did in school.

“Girl, are you able to turn your googly eyes off for a while?” Monét laughed, looking between Brianna and Aquaria, who was across the room.

The smaller blonde huffed and crossed her chest, with a small smile, defending herself

“I’m not even looking-!” She claimed, knowing full well that she was lying.

Katelyn and Monét burst out with laughter, holding their stomachs as if it were the most hilarious thing they’ve ever heard.

Brianna waved their laughter off, slipping into her seat and pulling out her math book, getting ready for class.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the classroom, Aquaria met with some of her closet friends, The Vixen, Asia and the new blonde girl that recently moved to the school, Blair.

She was met with various remarks, commenting on her outfit and makeup choice, and how good it looked.

While the group discussed plans for the upcoming weekend and Asia’s upcoming huge party, Aquaria glanced over at the smaller blonde across the room, loving how she threw her head back when she laughed and the cute little crinkle in her nose when she did. How her curls bounced as she laugh, and her smile grew so much wider that she showed off her teeth.

She sighed contently, before being snapped out of her gaze by Asia.

“You really like her, huh?” She comments, looking over at Aquaria “That look says it all.”

Aquaria looks over at her, her cheeks heating up slightly with a blush. “Yeah. Is it that obvious?” She asks, adjusting her dress slightly “She’s just… amazing.” She whispered that last part to herself.

Before Asia got a chance to reply, it was time for the class to begin.

Aquaria was fairly good in school. A good mix of A’s and B’s. Math was the hardest for her, however. Most of the new things didn’t make sense to her, but most of the time, instead of learning she was drifting off into space, or taking small glances at Brianna, trying not to get noticed by the smaller blonde. She noticed how her eyebrows would scrunch up when she worked, and how she would sometimes chew on the end of her pencil if a question required some thinking. She noticed her small proud smile when she finished a particularly hard question.

The bell rang and all the students packed up and quickly abandoned the room.

“Homework, Page 52, Questions 12-15” The teacher shouted over the chatting students “Due Tomorrow!”

Aquaria met up with Brianna, immediately intertwining their fingers once more. They weren’t going to the same class, but they still enjoyed walking together.

“Did you finish your papers in class?” Brianna asked “The topic was kind of confusing today.” She added for extra effect.

“Oh, yeah. The, papers, totally.” Aquaria said, stumbling up to make a half serious lie.

They both laughed at her bad attempt at a convincing lie.

They arrived at Aquaria’s class soon after, although they really didn’t want to leave.

“See you at lunch baby!” She said, once they finally decided that it was time to go to class.

Brianna went along to her psychology class and sat in her seat, unfortunately none of her friends happened to be in this class.

Class proceeded normally, nothing seemed really out of the ordinary. They were required to choose any topic that interested them and form a group, or work alone, to make a presentation and research paper on it.

Brianna had decided to work alone and figured that she could get a lot more done that way, and exactly the way that she wanted it to be done. She chose a topic that fit her, the psychological benefits of wearing makeup.

The group behind her were discussing and spitballing around ideas. Brianna wasn’t paying much attention, but could still hear them due to the fact that they were talking fairly loudly.

“What about… The Psychology of Dating?” One of the girls suggested

“That’s boring, we need like a cool topic” one of the guys sighed, scrolling though his phone.

“The Psychology of Dating out of your league.” the same girl suggested again. “It’s scientifically proven that you have less romantic relationships if you date out of your league.”

The guys laugh and sit up. “So, we’re talking about Aquaria and Brianna right” They said as if Brianna wasn’t just a few seats away.

The chatter goes off the topic for the paper, and more towards the two girls relationship

“You know, I bet aquaria just feels bad for her or something.”

“Maybe it was a bet.”

“Why would she even be going out with her? She’s like a mousey nobody.”

They all laugh, and continue they’re chatter about the seemingly unbelievable relationship.

Brianna bit her lip and shut her eyes, trying not to tear up. She put in her earphones and tried to tone down the talk behind her.

‘They were just Bitches, right? No one else actually thought that, right?’ Brianna thought to herself, mindlessly scribbling on her paper, her mind going a mile a minute. She couldn’t focus on her paper for the rest of class, continuing to dwell on the words that she overheard.

The sound of the bell snapped Brianna out of her thoughts as she quickly grabbed her things, haphazardly shoving them in her bag before almost running out of the room.

She sat at lunch with a group of now, the most popular girls in the school. Brianna was lucky that Aquaria’s friends seemed to like her so much when she began to sit with them, then adding both Monét and Katelyn as well. The whole equation added up to the perfect little group. Asia, Monique, Mayham, The Vixen, Blair, Aquaria, Brianna, Monét, Kameron and finally Katelyn.

She quickly slipped into the lunch room, grabbing her lunch, only consisting of a salad and a water. Brianna sat down at the table, tuning into the conversation at the table, which happened to be about Asia’s Big Winter Party.

She sat quietly, stabbing at her salad without really eating it. Some of the girls could tell that something was wrong, she usually was loud and liked to inject with jokes. But today, today she was quiet, and didn’t say much.

They saw Aquaria approaching and hoped that once she arrived, she might be able to light up the smaller girls smile.

Aquaria came up with a huge smile dawned upon her face. She set her lunch on the table, and gave the smaller girl a hug from behind, kissing her cheek.

“Hey Bri!” She greeted cheerfully, Brianna gave her a small smile in return, although her eyes just showed sadness.

“How was class?” She asked the blonde girl, hoping to get an answer out of her.

“Fine.” Brianna responded, not wanting to say what happened, as it was most likely rather stupid.

“Are you ok?” Aquaria asked again, pressing once more, a pang of worry laced in her words.

“I’m fine, it’s just stress.” She said once more, smiling softly again, trying to prove that she was ok.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Asia interjected, a pang of worry though her voice as well. She generally cared, and was seen as a motherly sort of figure.

“There’s nothing to talk about, I swear, just stressed about a test.” Brianna mumbled, trying to get away from all this confrontation.

“Girl, that’s not stress. You don’t act like this when your stressed.” Monét mentioned “I know you.”

“Then maybe you don’t know me!” She shouted, getting up and grabbing her bag and food, running towards the door, throwing her food out as she ran out.

No one expected that. They looked at each other, speechless.

Monét was the first one to speak up

“…We might have pushed her too far.”

Aquaria was about to stand up and follow after her girlfriend, she couldn’t be more worried and wanted to just comfort her.

Katelyn and Blair looked at each other and stood up. Their kindness would probably work better to try and confront the upset girl better than Aquaria could.

“We’ll go. You stay here.” Katelyn said, going out the door with the other blonde.

Asia put her hand on Aquaria’s shoulder, guiding her back to her seat.

“They know what they’re doing.” Asia reassured her, nodding. “Trust them.”

Brianna had ran out of the room and into the nearby ladies room. The longer she had to dwell on the words they said, the more she believed them. She looked at herself in the mirror, and put her hand up to her cheek.

“I look like a mess. No wonder I’m out of her league…” Brianna whispers, tearing her hand away and splashing some water onto her face.

The door squeaks open and the two blondes entered the bathroom, looks of worry evident on their faces.

Brianna looked away, if she kept looking at them she might have been compelled to spill her guts.

“Bri, please, tell me what’s wrong.” Katelyn said softly, trying not to push her again.

“We are all worried, we just want to make sure that you’re ok.” Blair added in softly.

“I’m sorry for snapping.” Brianna whispered, looking towards the wall, facing away.

“We pushed you too far, we shouldn’t have done that.” Katelyn said, walking a step toward to the emotionally unstable girl.

“I’m just really stressed about various things and it has just- built up. I don’t know.” Brianna stated. She wasn’t fully lying, this whole situation was stressful.

The Bell rang and Bri grabbed her bag, pushing her way through the two girls, already heading full speed towards her next class.

“Bri- Wait!” Blair called out, but it was simply too late, she was already down the hall and out of sight.

The two girls exchanged worried glances with each other before sighing and going their separate ways.

Her last class before study hall was journalism. It was by far her favorite class, and she even had it with Monét. Although today, she doubted she would even be able to enjoy it.

Brianna entered the classroom and sat on the opposite side of the room, so she wouldn’t have to answer any of Monéts questions. She could feel her eyes on hers, however, causing her to shift in her seat.

Ping!

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, she pulled it out slightly to look at it.

{12:47} Monét: Bri, you feeling any better? Sorry bout’ earIier.

She slipped her phone back in her pocket, and tried to focus on looking ahead.

It wasn’t hot in the classroom, but she started to sweat and feel uncomfortable as if all eyes were on her. The teacher walked around, passing around a test to each student, clarifying the importance of trying his/her best because the test was important.

Brianna’s breathing increased as her heart started to beat faster. This wasn’t because of the test, she never felt this nervous about a test.

She carefully filled in the bubbles although she wasn’t focusing in on the test questions at all. Her mind was cloudy, yet totally clear at the same time. She felt this impending trouble ahead but not sure why, she was just scared.

If you asked her, she wouldn’t be able to explain what happened for the duration of the rest of the test, or even minutes afterwards.

The teacher walked around collecting the test and Brianna furrowed her brows and glanced over her paper, carefully filled in pristine bubbles for every question. She didn’t even remember doing that.

Everyone began working on their writing pieces, but Brianna couldn’t concentrate on anything. Her chest felt like it was getting tighter, and breathing was becoming a more laboured process.

She was trying to mentally calm herself down as a few of her classmates come to her, turning the chairs around and straddling them.

“I heard you snapped at lunch.” one girl started off.

“You know, you should be happy with what you got.” a boy continued. “Because you shouldn’t even be with her. I mean have you looked at yourself?”

Brianna started to breath quicker, making it even harder to perform the simple action. She couldn’t get any words out, she felt like she was surrounded.

“She deserves to be with someone on her league. You know that. You know you aren’t good enough for her.” The boy leans in closer and says.

She looked around frantically, in her mind all she saw was everyone, pointing and laughing at the blonde, who was stuck in her seat, unable to make out any words.

“You aren’t good enough.”

“Aquaria doesn’t even like you enough.”

“You don’t deserve her.”

“You will never be good enough”

The words swirled around in her mind, her breathing quicken even more if that possible. Tears threatened to come out, but Brianna didn’t want to let them see her cry.

She managed to pull herself up, although her legs felt like jello underneath her. She shoved her things in her bag, some of her papers not even making in the bag.

Brianna pushed pass the people running out of the room and into the hallway. Her mind was blurry and cloudy, and her chest still continuing to hurt with every short breath that she took. She looked for a place where she could be in peace. She darted into the gender neutral bathroom, dropping her bag as she slid her back down the tiled wall. She let her tears flow, like open waterfalls during the summer.

Monét jumped up almost as soon as Brianna left the room clearly upset and agitated by something. She ignored the teacher as she ran out after the smaller, blonde, girl. After follow a crumpled up paper trail that lead her directly to the bathroom, she opened the door slowly, hoping not to startle the clearly distraught female.

“Oh Bri, What happened?” She mumbled, knowing the other was in no state to answer the question.

She got on the ground and sat next to the smaller girl, grabbing her hand and squeezing it softly.

“Breath in and out for me ok. Long deep breaths. In and out, in for 5, out for 3.” She guided her, doing it as well. “You’re ok Brianna, just having a panic attack. You’ll be ok. Just breath with me.”

Eventually with much help from Monét, Brianna was able to calm down slightly and start breathing normally. She was still crying, but it wasn’t quite waterfalls anymore, more like small rain showers.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, then I’ll take you home ok?” Monét said, guiding the smaller girl to her feet. She grabbed some make up wipes and closed the door so Brianna could clean herself up.

Monét got out her phone and quickly formed a group chat, sending a message to everyone. Well, everyone but Brianna.

{2:15} Monét: I’m bringing Brianna home earlier, she isn’t looking so good.

{2:15} Aquaria: Do you know what’s wrong??

{2:16} Monét: She won’t say anything yet. She hasn’t said a word since lunch to me.

{2:16} Monét: She had a panic attack during class and ran out. It’s so unlike her to miss journalism.

{2:17} The Vixen: Did someone say something to her to cause all of this?

{2:18} Aquaria: Can I do something?

{2:18} Monét: I don’t know, I saw some people talking to her, they could have said something. Aquafina, I don’t know. I think she needs to rest.

{2:19} Asia: She’ll say when she is ready to tell us.

And with that, Monét turned off her phone just as Brianna stepped out of the bathroom. They both made their way towards Monét’s Car, with a lingering air of silence between them.

She found this almost Ironic. She sometimes mocked Asia for her motherly overtones, yet here she was, with the same motherly overtones. Although Brianna was her best friend, she was overly concerned and worried enough to push aside her normal attitude.

Brianna stayed silent almost the entire car ride. She looked out the window, resembling one of the sad tragic music videos, except it’s not raining.

“You don’t have to talk about if you don’t feel up” Monét mentioned “We are all worried about you. Especially Aquaria.”

Brianna heard the others girl name and she closed her eyes tightly. She wondered why she would care. In the long run, was she even important? She didn’t think so. Brianna would fade from the others view as things moved along. It was written in the cards. Or, so she thought.

“Did something happen between you two?” The other asked, seeing how she became more upset once she mentioned her name

“No- No. Nothing. Nothing like that.” She said quickly, unbuckling her seat beat and stumbling out of the car once they arrived at her house, leaving the other waiting in the car.

Brianna ran into the house quickly, making her way up the stairs rather quickly, tears poking out from the corners of her eyes.

Monét sighed and looked into the house before driving away, only wishing she could have done more.

{3:03} Monét: Aqua, Did something happen between you and Bri?

{3:05} Aquaria: No everything was good this morning, I thought so anything..

“Brianna? Everything ok?” Her Mother called out, noticing that she came home early and was very upset.

Brianna never answered, but just slammed her door and let her tears fall once more.

Everything was falling apart for the blonde. She had been so happy this morning and very content with Aquaria. She felt the relationship was good this morning, and everything was finally lining up. It was all over now. What she thought was the truth hit her over the head like a ton of bricks.

She stood in front of her mirror and ran a hand over her face. With almost no makeup on anymore, she thought she looked even worse than usual. Every flaw she perceived, only stuck out further then usual. She gathered all her hair and threw it into a messy bun. Brianna changed out of her clothes and threw on one of the sweatshirts she had stolen from Aquaria, it was always comforting and smelled like her.

She crawled under her sheets, and held them close to her chest. Her mind wandered, filled with thoughts.

Would Aquaria be better without her. Aquaria could find someone better, and for her, that wouldn’t be too hard. Brianna truly thought everything would be better for Aquaria, if Brianna was just out of the picture. She wasn’t good enough for the taller girl. Not pretty enough to deserve someone like Aquaria either.

She pulled out her phone, reading several messages from the taller girl herself

{3:06} Aquaria 👑💖: Are you ok??

{3:07} Aquaria 👑💖: Did I do something?

{3:08} Aquaria 👑💖: I’m sorry

{3:08} Aquaria 👑💖: Please let me know if your ok!!

Brianna bit her lip, as the water works began to appear again. She shakely began typing out a message.

{3:16} Brianna: Aqua…

{3:16} Aquaria 👑💖: Bri! Are you ok?

{3:18} Brianna: I think we should break up. Your so amazing and you deserve someone like that too. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you.

Brianna hesitated over the send button, her hands shaking as her tears fell to her bedspread. Right now, autocorrect was a lifesaver, or a ruiner, depending on how you look at it.

She hit send and burst out with more tears before tossing her phone onto the plush carpet.

She buried her face in her pillows as she cried out, continuing to convince herself that this was the best thing for Aquaria.

#koi #craquaria #lesbian au #im not enough for you #angst #hurt/comfort #cisgirl au #miz cracker #rpdr fanfiction #aquaria

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wintermansion · 6 years ago

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September 20th, Tuesday 12:00 p.m. The Ciel Village

Morning came and went and Vallis attended her classes. During her lunch she enters the town to check out the prices of some of her options, but she has yet to find a place. She does the math for each choice and none of them will allow her to survive to the end of the year with at least dinner.

She sees a sign outside a three-story building, ‘Open Room’. There is a large sign over the doors of the first floor that reads: Harrison’s Café Deluxe. It is done in fancy print across the top of a green awning.

She enters the building and is greeted by a polite yet familiar voice, “Welcome to Harrison’s–.” his voice is cut short and is replaced by a tone she knows all too well, “What are you doing here?”

She looks at the man who greets her and finds that she is staring right at the grumpy Kantu. Her eyes grow wide, “Kantu?” he is wearing the café uniform, a white button-up with a red tie tucked into a black vest and matching pants with a white waist apron. This is not a look she expects of him. It is a very clean and professional look. Not to be cruel, but she imagined him a little less couth.

“Well?” he growls angrily as she just gawks at him.

A man chastises him from the checkout, “Kantu that is no way to speak to a customer! Especially not a delicate maiden.” The man warns him. He has long auburn curls and soft green-hazel eyes.

Kantu bites his lower lip before forcing an obviously fake smile, “Welcome to Harrison’s, table for one?”

On the third thought… that first thought was right – savage. “No thank you. There’s a sign on the door that there’s a room available to students of Waverly?”

“Then you want to talk to Harrison. He owns the place.” He gestures to the man that had gotten after him. After a beat he says, “So you haven’t found a place yet?” does she hear a hint of concern?

She looks away before smiling, “I’ve seen plenty of places. I just do not want to rush into anything yet.” She explains, “I gather some information and figured I will have to pick the most convenient.”

“You’re a business student, huh?” he sounds like he just evaluated her.

She doesn’t respond as Harrison, a man in his late twenties, leads her upstairs to the third floor. He shows her the small apartment and explains the circumstances to the place. It is not pricey when it comes to money, but definitely with time. He requires that she works in the café and normally she wouldn’t mind, but being a third year means that she has a lot more things to deal with. She is also vice-president of the Business Club which means a good deal of her time is occupied with club events.

Harrison nods to her response and says, “Yes – I did figure so when you mentioned the year you are on.” He pauses, “Third and fourth years are given a lot more pressure to deal with.” He shrugs as he leads her back to the café entrance, “I hope you find something that suits you.”

“I do as well, thank you.” She returns to school.

After her afternoon classes she goes around the town again to see if her luck is any better. As night grows closer she comes across her two friends by mistake. They ask how it is going and as she does not want them to worry she lies, “I found a great place – don’t worry!” she looks at her watch and adds, “Speaking of which… dinner time – I better get going!” she waves goodbye and leaves them.

She wanders the streets in search of a place, but as it grows even later she begins to get frantic. She is walking along the main road with her shoulders hanging. She hears a wagon come to a stop just a little behind her, “Vallis, is that you drifting through the streets at this late hour?”

She faces the man, “Calliope?” she looks around, oh no! What is she supposed to say to him? She can lie. Yes, she will lie again. She hates to lie, but she hates to impose even more. “Oh, yes, I needed to find something to eat. My place only offers one meal per day.” She lies. She hates how easily she is doing so too.

He nods slowly with a very annoyed expression on his face. He has a raised eyebrow as he says, “At this hour?” She hears the doubt in his smooth and gentle voice.

“Yes, at this–.” she glances at her watch, eleven – almost midnight. “What are you doing out this late?” she changes the subject – is anywhere even open at this hour in this village?

He climbs out of the wagon and ties the horses to one of the hitching posts not too far away. He meets up with her on the path and smiles, “Honestly?”

She nods, “I wouldn’t ask if I wanted a lie.”

He smiles, cocking his head to the side, “I could say the same thing to you.” He challenges with a kind smile.

She flinches, what–? “I’m being honest – I am hungry–.”

“In this little village everything closes early.” He taps his watch on his wrist. “Everywhere closed an hour again, Vallis.” He is completely calling her out on her lie. Her face turns red and she looks to the ground. He crosses his arms over his chest and presses, “What are you doing out here at this hour?”

Though his tone is soft the accusation still stings, more than anything her guilt of lying hurts ore. She covers her face as she starts to cry, having been holding it in all day. Next thing she knows Calliope pulls her into his chest and rubs her backside like a comforting friend. “It is all right,” he assures, “just tell me what’s wrong. I hate to be lied to.”

She nods into his chest and between her hiccups she lets him know precisely what is wrong. “I’m cold… I’m hungry… I’m sleepy… and I have nowhere to go!” she clutches tightly to his chest, getting a grip of his blue t-shirt in her slender fingers.

“Now, why didn’t you just say so?” he leads her to the wagon and helps her into the seat by his. She looks around to see that her luggage is already in the back. That means… he was out there at this hour looking for her. She looks to the ground with shame.

He notices and offers a soft smile as he takes the seat by her, “Kantu mentioned that at lunch time you were still looking for a place to stay when he got home. I had a trip to make in town and investigated the matter at around dinner time. Ms. Huff still had your bags so I knew you were still searching.” He pauses. “You could have just asked. If it will make you feel better you can pay room and board.”

She stares at him and shivers lightly with the tears in her eyes still, “Thank you, Calliope.” She wipes her face dry of the tears.

They arrive twenty minutes later to the mansion. He leads her in and then up the stairs to a nice bedroom. He places her bags down for her, “We will discuss the conditions and price with you tomorrow. I will bring you dinner in a moment.” He leaves her.

And true to his word he brings her a fresh soup and then sends her off to bed. She closes her eyes and goes to sleep. She needs the rest and appreciates the kind offer. She only hopes she can afford to stay with them.

#fantasy #world of magic #romance #young adult #my writing #writing on tumblr

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evergilmore · 7 years ago

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His Sunshine (J.J x reader) (II)

Request: lost-trans-boi: sOOoOOoOoooOoO I saw that you're doing requests and can you do a Jughead x Reader? I know im terrible XD OooOoOOoO also can you make it angsty?

Ahaha I love angst whoop! Nahh you're not terrible, love :) No worries. I hope you like this! I wasn’t sure what type of angst you wanted so I pretty much did romantic angst with some fluff at the end xx

Pairing: Jughead x reader, (mentioned) Jughead x Betty

Genre: Angst, slight fluff near the end :)

Words: 1.954

Summary: Jughead may not have been a typical girl living in Riverdale’s kind of guy, but he was always yours. That was until Betty came along.

Part 1, Part 2

Y/n sat on the bleachers, “watching” the Bulldogs and river vixens practise. They didn’t really want to be here, but one of her friends, (y/f/n) had a huge crush on Reggie Mantle and didn’t want to seem awkward sitting there alone on the bleachers, so she somehow dragged them into this. y/n wasn’t really watching them, y/n was mostly doing their math homework.

“Y/n!” Jughead comes running towards y/n. He stopped halfway through the field with his hands on his thighs, trying to catch his breath. He’s not much of a runner, after all, gym class is his least favourite sport. y/n lets out a small giggle. They closed their textbook and walked the small distance to their best friend. Y/n may be Jughead’s best friend, but Jughead is so much more to them.

Jughead positioned himself properly, giving y/n a quick smile. Oh, that smile.

“What’s up, Jug? Aren’t you supposed to be writing for the Blue And Gold?” y/n curiously asked.

“Actually no, Betty isn’t there and I don’t want to risk doing something wrong” He insisted. Y/n’s heart dropped a bit. Jughead has been bringing Betty into lots of his and y/n’s conversations. It was like he cares about Betty more than y/n, to the fact that Betty barely knew Jughead that well, it upset y/n. They tried not to show that it bothered them as much by wearing a fake smile, but it did hurt a little inside.

“Alright, well where are you off to now?” Y/n asserted. Jughead’s cheeks started burning with light pink. Jughead doesn’t blush, at least, y/n hasn’t seen him blush in front of them, so this must be something special.

“Actually, I was going to hang out with you for a while” He anxiously stated. Y/n heart skipped a beat for a second but soon came to a realization. Since when did Jughead stay after school to hang out with them? He’d usually be at Pop’s after school or writing for the Blue and Gold. Y/n decided not to question his sudden remark and made their way back to the bleachers followed by Jughead. Jug grabbed y/n’s hand, kind of like he was leading her towards the bleachers. The little spark of electricity between them made y/n blush like madness. Did he feel the same? By the time they got there, (y/f/n) was nowhere in sight, but neither was Reggie.

Oh god

Y/n tried to ignore the image that came in their head as they watched vixens do their routine. As much as they weren’t interested in cheerleading or football, it was better watching it than picturing an image of (y/f/n) making out with Reggie.

Jughead seemed to be watching the vixens in awe. This facial expression didn’t go unnoticed by y/n, so there was definitely something different and off.

“Betty’s cheering is amazing” He quietly stated. This wasn’t intended to be heard by anyone else, but y/n still caught on to the words. They felt a small sting in their heart.

“What’s up with you and Betty?” Y/n finally got the courage to ask. As much as they regretted asking that, they were curious after all. They noticed the deep red crimson colour on Jug’s cheeks. This made y/n feel that stinging sensation again.

“We may or may not have had a moment” He lightly announced.

We may or may not have had a moment.

Those words were already enough to make y/n stomach drop. Hearing and knowing that the feelings she felt for her Best Friend and crush of a year weren’t returned. What does Jughead see in Betty? Was it because Betty is prettier? skinnier?? Smarter??? Y/n watched Betty as she took a sip of her water, chatting along with Veronica Lodge. Betty is a pretty girl, there’s no doubt in that. She was perfect. The way her blonde hair was pulled back in an adorable ponytail, and how she looked so amazing in just shorts and a shirt. Betty aces all her classes, making her the perfect girl next door. The kind of person y/n wanted to be.

If only I was just like her, then maybe he would return his feelings for me.

Y/n could already feel the tears in her eyes, trying as hard to keep them in. They realized that if they stayed any longer, they’ll end up breaking down in front of the person they loved the most. They pulled out their phone as an excuse to leave the uncomfortable situation.

“Jug, I’m sorry but I have to go. My mom just texted me” Y/n tried to not let their voice crack or sound shaky. They held back the tears as they swiftly gathered their stuff to leave. They didn’t even want to spare a second glance at Jug or hear his goodbye, because the love in his voice wasn’t real. Every time he spoke to them, they felt like there was possibly some feelings in the way he spoke or the look in his eyes, but thanks to Betty. It’s confirmed that it was all fake. They couldn’t blame Betty though, she was perfect for anybody. She could have any guy she wants, but she chose Jughead, and Jughead chose her.

I’ve been there with him for longer than she has though.

Y/n was always here for Jughead when he ranted about missing his sister, Jellybean on her birthday. How he still remembered it and misses her. He’s cried on y/n’s shoulder when the twilight drive in closed, which was his home away from his addict of a father. Betty wasn’t there for him during those moments, so why did he still choose Betty over y/n? Y./n had noticed him staring at Betty in class and across the Cafeteria, but tried not to think about it so their feelings aren’t affected, but they are now because her love doesn’t love her back. Y/n didn’t even know where they were going. They just wanted to get out of there, away from Jughead. Anywhere is better than Jughead. Is home a place, or a person? They’d often ask themselves, deep down knowing that home is Jughead, but always trying to deny it because of the fear of falling deeper in love and ending up hurt, even though that’s exactly where they’re at right now. But everything was more clear now, and it really did hurt. That night, y/n walked around the city for the longest time in their lives. It felt like 12 hours had passed by, when in reality, it was only 2. The tears were falling down freely in the October breeze. It was getting dark, and y/n’s (g/n) will probably start getting worried about them. So Y/n made the long journey home, with no one by their side but their tears and long lost love. Most would start drinking to get rid of their problems, but y/n knew not to drink OR smoke since it will only make matters worse. Sure it’s good to numb the pain, but what if the pain is already so numb you feel like you’re on the edge of breaking?

It’s been a week since y/n last started talking to Jughead, They were trying to avoid him as much as possible, ignoring his messages and calls. After All, it’s the only good way to let go of the so long-buried feelings. No one really ever knew about their feelings but themselves. Y/n was very quiet when it comes to the topic of crushes’ and boys. Y/n was currently laying on their bed, staring at the ceiling, no source of light but the moonlight. Curling up the sheets beside them, wishing Jughead was here to hold them and love every bit of them. Why do we try to be good enough for the ones that hurt us the most? He was probably with her now, holding her like she’ll drift away any second, mumbling how much he loves her and those cheesy love words. Why couldn’t it have been me?

If only Jughead did love me, I will always be a second choice, never the perfect one.

As they sat down burning in their sorrows, there was a slight knock on the window. Y/n looked over at the window, finding no one other than Jughead there. Even looking at him hurts, everything hurt. Y/n ignored him and didn’t bother opening the window for him. The last time he snuck through the window, he brought them chocolates for Valentine’s Day, since y/n was upset because she didn’t have anyone to share the day with. Jughead was a sweet boy under all that mystery, but it’s weird how the kindest eyes can hurt the most.

Jughead knocked again on the window. This time, y/n decided to go over there to open the window. They rolled out of bed and silently walked over there, trying not to wake their parents up. They unlocked the window and lifted it up. “What is it now, Jug?” Y/n bellowed. They tried to avoid his gaze, trying not to break in front of him. Remembering that those eyes have looked at Betty with such love and empathy, are the same ones looking at y/n with such concede.

“I came to apologize” Jughead confessed. Y/n met his gaze, scanning his rare features of sadness. 2 lovely human beings were hurting because of each other. Seeing him so miserable made the tears sting in their eyes. Y/n moved out of the way to let Jughead in. He gently made his way into the bedroom. He grabbed Y/n’s hand and sat them down with him on the bed. Even after all the hurt, he still managed to make y/n’s heart skip a beat at the simple gesture. There was a silence between the two, neither of them wanting to speak first. Y/n didn’t want to speak first, knowing their voice will come out as weak and trembling, but they knew that Jughead won’t be the one to start the conversation, so they gave in.

“What do you need to apologize for?” Y/n croaked. They knew their voice came off as shaky, but there was no time to think of that right now.

“For hurting you” Jughead confided. Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Jughead wasn’t finished.

“That moment I had with Betty, it wasn’t much. I thought we’d be something, but she said that she didn’t feel anything, and neither did I. I realized that, I’ve been trying to hide the fact that I had feelings for my best friend”

Best friend? Is there another person?

“Point is” Jughead exhaled a quivering breath as he gently squeezed y/n’s hand. “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, so I always tried to ignore my feelings for you and tried to gain feelings for someone else. I knew you felt the same way when I noticed you leave that day on the bleachers. I tried to contact you, but you never really answered. You’ve been ignoring you at school, and that’s when I realized you were the light and happiness in my life, not Betty. I’m sorry for hurting you, but I hope you know that I’m ready for you”

Hearing all that felt like a dream. The boy y/n’s been silently pinning for months had loved her all along. Without y/n, Jughead was broken and devastated. You could hear the want in his voice, wanting y/n back in his life. His sunshine. The weight of the world feels like it’s been lifted off of their shoulders. Now, it was y/n’s turn to accept him back.

“I want you back too”

With that, y/n fell into Jughead’s embrace. Maybe 2 broken souls can help mend each other.

#Jughead jones x reader #Jughead x reader #bughead #jughead imagines #varchie #veronica lodge #jughead jones #betty cooper #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #choni #barchie #riverdale #cw #netflix #wow #help

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kairi-chan · 7 years ago

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I Got You (XIII) - BoruSara

Title: Permission

Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst

Rating: T

Chapter 1: Childhood Friends, Chapter 2: The Dinner, Chapter 3: Disconnect, Chapter 4: Spill It, Chapter 5: Nighttime and Bottles of Beer, Chapter 6: Sunsets and Ninbucks Frappes , Chapter 7: Past and Present Dates , Chapter 8: Contemplation, Chapter 9: Awkward AF, Chapter 10: Punch Some Sense Into You, Chapter 11: Anything For You, Chapter 12: Reason For Jealousy

Beta read by: @anastasiapancake

“Don’t you think they’re going too fast?” Chocho asked as she munched on a bag of potato chips. “They’ve only been together for four months and Sarada already met his parents last weekend.” She, Inojin, Mitsuki, and Boruto were sitting at one of the tables by the Law building. She kept her eyes glued to the other side of the field where her best friend was currently holding hands with her boyfriend. Inojin shrugged and leaned on his palm with his cheek. “Some people have sex on the third date. I don’t think this is too much.”

She snapped her head back and made a face. “You know what I mean. Sarada isn’t the type!”

The blond sighed. “Maybe Kagura’s got a big dick and gives her good orgasms.”

Chocho felt the heat rush to her face. “They haven’t done that yet!”

“How would you know?”

“She would have told me, duh!”

“Maybe she’s just shy and doesn’t want to tell you because you’ll tell everyone.”

“I’m not you, Inojin.”

The two kept chatting and arguing on about the stages of dating and at which time frame was it acceptable to start all sorts of… dating activities. “I can accept hand holding and hugging on the first month,” Chocho said in between munches. He shrugged. “Depends how much I like her. If she wants to make out on the first date, I’m down for that.” Mitsuki looked over to Boruto, who hadn’t said a word, but he noticed that the blond was watching Sarada across the field, too.

Boruto noticed how her dark eyes sparkled, and how wide her smile was. Her aura was different, too. It seemed so much lighter. Boruto never knew she could possibly be even more beautiful. “I have never seen her this happy,” he muttered, thinking that no one would hear him.

Boruto was sitting by himself at Ninbucks, trying to figure out how to solve the math equation when he was interrupted. “Hi Boruto. Mind if I sit here?” The blond looked up and smiled. “Hey, Kagura. Yeah, sure. What’s up?” “I wanted to ask you something.” He smiled in return as he took a seat. Boruto’s brows furrowed together and replied warily, “what about?” The senior bristled and shifted in his seat. He tried to grin, but it came out looking like a grimace. “What are Sarada’s parents like?” Boruto’s brows shot up. He was expecting to get a question about Shinobi Bout, or maybe when his next free day was to hang out, but asking about uncle Sasuke and aunt Sakura? What was this all about? “Sarada’s parents? What? Why?” “I’m meeting them this weekend,” he grinned. “I heard they’re pretty scary. You know her father has a bit of a… reputation.” He laughed nervously, and scratched the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you could give me some tips how to make them... like me?” For a moment, Boruto couldn’t do anything but stare. Maybe Chocho was right, things were moving too fast. He never thought Sarada would be the type, either. Or perhaps, he just didn’t know her that well anymore—if he ever really did know her in the first place. He shook the thought out of his head. What was he saying? Of course he knew Sarada. He knew her like the back of his hand. “I realize this is awkward for me to ask,” Kagura looked him straight in the eye, “but I hope you approve of me dating her, too.” Now this snapped him out of his stupor. “What? Dude!” Boruto threw his hands up in the air, and gave him an exasperated look. “There’s no need to ask for that, and there is no reason for you to do that too, ya know?” Is this guy serious? Asking for permission from him? What was he? Her father? Kagura laughed. “I know that, but I want to know if you’re okay with this. It’s selfish of me, but I would sleep better at night knowing you approve of us.” They stared at each other for a while and Boruto wore a confused look on his face. Was this seriously happening? If he ever did approve of him, maybe Boruto didn’t now. He never knew Kagura was such a weirdo. “She talks about you a lot. What you say and think about things is really important to her.” Boruto found it funny that he would say that. Didn’t he just fight with Sarada a few months ago, at this very same Ninbucks branch, because Boruto thought that Sarada didn’t care about his opinion? The blond chewed on his lower lip for a while and recalled that experience. It was starting to weigh heavy on his heart. He should have never let his jealousy get the better of him. “Boruto, are you alright?” “Ah, sorry, spacing out. Exams and all, ya know?” He laughed. “What was it you wanted to know again?” “How Sarada’s parents are and if you approve of us dating.” The blond pondered on this question for a while, deciding that it would be better if he chose his words well. He didn’t want to scare Kagura, but he didn’t want him to be unprepared, too. “Well, Uncle Sasuke doesn’t say much but he can kill you with a glare. He likes to be intimidating, but he’s actually really nice.” He smirked. “He loves Sarada so much,” he added softly. Kagura smiled. “I can imagine.” “Aunty Sakura on the other hand,” Boruto stopped and grinned. ��She’s really nice. Although she unleashes hell when she’s angry. I’m not sure if Sarada’s told you, but she’s definitely the scarier parent, and one to look out for.” In all honesty, Boruto had never seen his uncle give in with one look, but Sakura always managed to do. His father often joked that Sasuke was “well trained” but Boruto knew it was really his father who was. Naruto would often cower whenever Sakura was angry. Kagura laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll try to remember that... any tips how to make them like me?” Boruto mulled the question over for a bit before he finally said, “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it too much.” And he meant this. He knew Kagura would be fine, and impress the two cause Kagura was pretty much perfect boyfriend material. Hell, he was the kind of guy even Old Man Fugaku would approve of. Kagura smiled sincerely and then asked, “What about my second question?” He froze for a bit and grimaced. This was something he didn’t want to talk about -- especially with Kagura. Boruto would have told him to leave Sarada alone, and to tell him that he wasn’t the one for her. But when he opened his mouth, the truth came spilling out. “I have never seen her as happy as she is now. If she’s like that because of you, then please continue doing so.”

Kagura’s eyes widened in surprise. Perhaps that wasn’t the kind of answer he was expecting, too. It seemed like both of them were equally shocked. “Sarada’s important to me. Her happiness matters to me. If you can give her that, then I have nothing to complain about.” Boruto’s heart twisted and his throat closed up. What was he saying? He was already watching her slip away right through his fingers, and now he was allowing Kagura to take her even further away. He did his best to stop his face from showing how much his heart was breaking. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, and he proceeded to gathering his belongings. He needed to get away from here, he just couldn’t take this anymore.

The smell of coffee, solving math problems, and sitting in Ninbucks reminded him all too much of her. And now, he was sitting across the guy who would whisk her away from him. Boruto stood up and gathered all of his strength to grin. “Good luck, dude. You’re lucky to have her, so don’t waste your chance.”

The way his pink eyes softened, and the small smile he offered made Boruto’s heart twist. Perhaps Kagura was sharper than he gave him credit for.

“I know. I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.”

Boruto laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Geez, you sound like you’re going to marry her already.”

“Well, you never know.”

A/N: I know, I know. Believe me, this is a BoruSara story. I just like hurting them sometimes for the heck of it, ya know? lol.

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velvet-roads · 7 years ago

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Like A Virgin: Chapter 29

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10: Chapter 11: Chapter 12: Chapter 13: Chapter 14: Chapter 15: Chapter 16: Chapter 17: Chapter 18: Chapter 19: Chapter 20: Chapter 21: Chapter 22: Chapter 23: Chapter24: Chapter 25: Chapter 26: Chapter 27:

Warnings: grief?

Music: Zombie by Bad Wolves and Dust In The Wind by Kansas

“He didn’t?!” Sam asked in shock, staring at the two bodies in the back seat. Dean growled in a fit of rage.

“Crowley, you sick bastard!” Dean wanted to kill him, and from the inside of your mind Crowley could hear how bad.

“We better keep driving.” Sam said with frustration and a set jaw. “If a cop stops us we are royally screwed.” Letting out another growl of anger and irritation Dean put Baby back in drive and headed down the road. All the while, planning Crowley’s homicide. Crowley didn’t care how mad the two of them were, he wanted to know why you weren’t waking up.

You were lost in a memory. Sticking close to the shadows of your mind, he watched. It was the first day you had met Sam and Dean, one of the worst days of your life. You had been camping with some friends. The small group of you enjoyed roughing it and being in the woods so, you weren’t actually at a campground, you just hiked until you found a spot that looked good. The weather had been kind to you but that particular night it was getting cold.

The five of you all gathered around the fire, roasting sticks in hand, as you cooked dinner. The group was: you, (from 6 months ago,) Damion (the guy you were interested in and had met through your job at a feed store), Jackie (one of your bunk mates from camp when you were little, you kept in touch over the years), her boyfriend Brian (who worked with you), and Damion’s older brother Kurt (who had just been honorably discharged from the navy).

Crowley watched in fascination because you seemed so innocent and pure. He was surprised that you would camp like that out in the woods with no protection. He hadn’t made the connection just yet what memory you were re living.

There was a loud rustle in the trees a couple yards away from the fire that made the group jump. Then it happened again. Crowley watched the fear form on your face and he wanted to go to you, to save you because it just donned on him what the memory was. He briefly thought back to the conversation on the floor at his secret home, this was how you got into the life. How you found out monsters were real. It was no wonder why you looked so innocent and pure in front of him now. This was the moment your normal human life was literally slaughtered.

The sound of your screams and the screams of your friends brought him back to what was happening. He watched as Brian, your friends boyfriend, was the first to be taken. After that it was Jackie and then Kurt. All the while you sat there frozen in terror as you heard your friends screams fade into the distance. Damion, being gallivant, ran and left you there alone by the fire. Pathetic little worm, Crowley thought. Then he heard the screams of the boy as the windego got him as well. Crowley would never have told you, but as far as he was concerned the boy got what he deserved for leaving you.

It broke his heart to see you cowering in fear like that, covered in sweat and dirt and you tried to crawl to a safe place. He also found it surprising how far you had come an how strong of a woman you were, despite the trials you faced.

Going back to the live story before him, there was another rustle in the bushes right next to your scared and shaking form. Two shapes came at you, making you scream but neither of them meant you harm, it was Sam and Dean.

“Shh. It’s ok, we don’t want to hurt you.” Sam said crouching down at your side, while Dean surveyed the perimeter. Just then, an ear splitting howl ripped through the air.

“Sammy!” Dean yelled. Sam grabbed you and put you in between him and his brother so you had some one on each side to protect you. Crowley watched as the tall disgusting humanoid creature came from the woods for you. Seeing how traumatic of a memory this was, Crowley was baffled that you weren’t a mess in a psych ward now.

Both Sam and Dean turned, just in time and they each fired their flare guns. You, from the past, watched in horror fueled amazement as the monster went up in flames. Then the night was silent. You fell to your knees and began to simultaneously sob and throw up. When you had finally finished wrenching, you were weak enough that you could hardly stand.

From the shadows, the demon watched as Sam picked you up, much like he had in the mine, and carried you out of the woods. Then the memory faded.

The demon now understood why teleporting threw you when it happened. Not being read for a change of surroundings could really throw a person off. Crowley found himself sitting in a booth at some random no name bar, the place looked oddly familiar. The atmosphere outside had changed from the pitch black night of the woods to twilight. As he scanned, he was surprised to see himself, sitting in a different booth on the other side of the room. The memory began to emerge in the forefront of his mind. Watching with anticipation and curiosity, he saw Dean, you, and then Sam enter through the front door.

Keeping you close, the boys went to the booth where past Crowley was. You slid in across from him and Sam sat next you, Dean took the seat next to the King.

“Ah, so I see Rocky and Bullwinkle have gotten themselves a mascot.” Old Crowley said eyeing you. The Crowley that was spying on the moment, realized this was when he had first laid eyes on you, the first moment he took in your beautiful face.

“And I see that hell is still being ruled by a jester.” You said snidely. Sam and Dean warned you that Crowley was an ass. Funnily enough, that was one of the things you liked about him. It felt honest.

Both Crowley’s chuckled at your fire. That was something he always loved about you. The meeting continued with Sam and Dean bargaining/ threatening Crowley for information about some crossroads deals that had been collected early. The demon explained that it was not his doing ad that it had been taken care of. The king, spying on you from across the room, remembered how you stared at him, as if you were assessing a complex math problem. You didn’t speak much at this first meeting which he had always thought was disappointing because he could tell you were not the shy type.

Sam and Dean slid out of the booth to leave. You placed you hand on the table to move your self across the seat, but you didn’t get too far. You were reliving the memory of when Crowley grabbed your hand and softly placed his lips on your knuckles.

“It was a pleasure, love. Until next time.” Then he softly kissed it one more time before releasing your hand and letting you leave. Since you were reliving that memory, he guess that this was the one that led you on the path to him, the interaction that started it all. As sudden as the first time, the memory suddenly changed.

Back in the world of those who were awake, Sam and Dean were driving like their lives depended on it. Stopping was no longer an option with two bodies in the back seat. Taking turns, one sleeping ad one driving, they managed to make it back to the bunker in just under a day. Pulling into the garage, Dean didn’t even wait for Sam to shut off the engine before he threw the back door open. He grabbed your legs and pulled your body away from Crowley. Feeling that you were still warm, made him feel some relief because that meant you were still alive.

“Crowley if you can hear, me you are a dead man.” Dean loudly growled as he carried your body to your room. Sam followed closely behind. When the opened the door they saw the big black bed that now took up most of the space. Dean carefully set you down and shook you, trying to get any sort of response from you.

“We have to go get him.” Sam said with a reluctant sigh, thinking of Crowley’s corpse in the back seat. Dean looked at his brother like he had just offered you up as a sacrifice.

“The hell we do! He is possessing her!” Dean went back to staring at you and then checking your pulse.

“Dean, he isn’t doing anything. She hasn’t woken up, she doesn’t have black eyes, and she hasn’t died.” Sam grabbed his brothers arm and made him pay attention to what he was saying.

“Your point? Dean asked irritated. Sam gave him a sigh and glanced at your body lying on the bed.

“Remember when I was possessed by Gadreel and I didn’t know?” Sam asked. Then like a ton of bricks Dean understood what Crowley was doing, he still didn’t like it, but he understood.

“We sent Crowley in to find you and get you to cast him out.” Dean sighed as he ran his hands down his face. Sam gave him a look that said ‘I know you don’t like it, but it’s our best shot.’

“We need to get his body.” Sam said getting up and heading to the door. Dean gave his brother a classic look that would have given even the biggest bitch in high school a run for her money.

“You know how pissed she is gonna be if she wakes up and he isn’t here because we left his body in the car? She almost saw him die Dean.” Sam responded to Dean’s bitch face, followed by feeling a weird combination of irritation at having to go get the demon’s body and sadness for you having to see what you did.

“Why did it have to be a demon, let alone Crowley.” Dean said looking at your limp body like you were insane. The two Winchester’s trudged their way to the garage to get the man you loved. Opening the door, Dean grabbed the King’s arms and dragged him out of the car, ‘accidentally’ dropping him on the concrete.

“Dean!” Sam said giving him a look that said ‘REALLY?’

“What? It was an accident.” He said shrugging, absolutely no shame or sincerity in his words. As they made their way to your room, Dean had managed to only drop Crowley once more and only bump in to the walls twice. Finally getting into your room, neither brother was gentle with putting Crowley on the bed like they had with you. They sort of just threw him on the bed like he was a sack of sweet potatoes. Then they waited to see if anything happened.

Back in your mind, Crowley was traveling into another memory. With each passing note of your past, he was feeling his heart swell for you even more. The fact that you could remain kind and compassionate was incredible. Before coming to a stop at your next memory, he could see snippets of things that crossed your mind. One of them was the night you had first tried to seduce him. Crowley chuckled to himself because if he had known how great sleeping with you was going to be, he would have had an impossible time turning you down.

Finally, the scenery of your mind fully transformed and he was in a new location. This one was easier for him to remember all of the details because it was so recent. He was standing in the shadow of a near by tree in a dark cemetery watching Sam and Dean grapple with a couple of dragons. Then he marveled as he saw the two of you coming out of the crypt. It made him proud to see you in action, and how strong of a woman you were. He would never admit it to anyone else but you, but he thoroughly enjoyed the fact that you trusted him.

Shots rang out as the dragons fell dead and you two save the ungrateful hunters. Suddenly he heard Dean, It was a little fuzzy and distant but it was defiantly Dean, throwing a fit again. The King continued to watch your memories unfold. As Dean came stomping up to you, yelling about almost blowing his ear off, Crowley gawked with pure enjoyment as you punched both boys. A black eye and a broken nose were the least they deserved after almost getting you killed. He laughed as the two big oafs held their new wounds. Then the four of you returned back to the crypt to rescue who was left and then the memory faded again.

The smell of salt air struck a chord with Crowley immediately and he knew what memory it was. He was on the boat again watching you and him eat dinner. Seeing the two of you laughing together made him long for that moment again. Then he saw Joshua walking towards the table with wine. He ground his teeth and used all of his self control to not kill the slimy bastard where he stood, though it wouldn’t have done anything since it was only a memory.

As Crowley watched from afar, he recalled the memory of the creatine shoving his tongue down your throat and him slapping you as you bit him. The King’s blood began to boil and he thought about all the ways he was going to make Joshua pay.

Watching you from just a mere 2 days ago, walk across the deck to go change, pulled him out of his angry trance. Hell was in need of some TLC once all this is over, Crowley thought to himself.

You soon reappeared in the new outfit he had put down below for you. As the memory continued he reveled in the feeling of the two of you making love. Not only was this one of your happiest memories but it was one of his as well. He watched from the shadows of your mind as you fell asleep in his arms, on the deck, in front of the warm burning fire. Then everything around him became dim and cold.

This memory was too recent for his liking. He could see from the dark edges of the mine tunnel, that he was standing right around where Joshua was. Crowley wanted to make the little bastard suffer but instead he watched. There had to be a reason that you were going through all of these memories. The struggle to maintain his distance got more and more difficult especially when he saw Joshua molest your mouth for the second time. Then Crowley watched the demon pick up the angel blade and slice into his thigh. The King winced at the phantom pain, but the pain of the cut was nothing compared to hearing you scream his name and watching you be covered in his blood.

To his surprise that was the last thing that happened, the memory stopped. He watched as everything around you remained frozen but you sank to you knees and wept. You cried as if you were never going to see him again, as if he had died. Does she think I am dead? He thought to himself.

Crowley thought back to the same memory, picking up where your mind left off. Soon he realized why you thought he was dead, the last thing you remembered before the magic overtook you was Crowley bleeding to death.

“She doesn’t know.” He whispered aloud to himself. He watched as you wept for him. Like the whisper on the wind, Crowley heard your thoughts. “I love you.” Was all you kept thinking over and over. It was then the demon realized that this wasn’t a memory anymore, this was you, the real you.

Pulling himself from the shadows, he gently walked towards you, not wanting to frighten you. He placed a hand on the back of your head, and you shuddered under the touch, refusing to believe what you felt because the man you loved, the touch you would never have again, was dead.

“I love you too.” He said aloud, responding to your thoughts. You took in a labored breath and let out a sob, never looking up from his body.

“It’s not real.” You cried to your self. Getting desperate, Crowley crouched down in front of you and grabbed your face with both hands forcing you to look at him. Even though your eyes were read and puffy, he thought you were the most beautiful thing.

“Y/N, I’m right here. Look at me.” He shook you lightly trying to get you to understand.

“I’m real, I am right here.” He grabbed you and kissed you hard, at first you didn’t respond, thinking it was a trick from grief. Then all of a sudden your split lip began to hurt, it felt real, the pain was real. You pulled back looking at him, new tears forming in your eyes.

“Crowley?” You whispered, afraid he was going to disappear. He grabbed you and hugged you like he hadn’t seen you in years.

“I’m here, love. I’m right here.” As he held you, the mine began to fade and you were standing with him in the woods again. Then you heard Sam and Dean in the distance.

“I think she is waking up.” You heard Sam exclaimed with excitement, then everything around you got black and smokey.

@gettinjoyful @earinafae @li-ssu @lexiiiii28

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quest-draws · 7 years ago

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Excerpt from The Story of the Seven: Reconstructed, an archival initiative seeking to recreate Madame Lucretia’s original notes with as much accuracy as possible. The following has been compiled by comparing post-Story accounts from dozens of dedicated chroniclers, with oversight from Madame Lucretia and the available members of the Starblaster’s crew.

Excerpt begins

Cycle 36, day 6

We’ve finally found a sign of civilization, as well as plausible evidence that we are all blind idiots. As we flew over yet more icy foothills, Merle (Of all of us!) noticed that one of the mounds appeared to be smoking. Under more careful examination we realized that these ‘foothills’ were actually snowed-covered buildings, meaning it is quite likely the other foothills we’ve seen the past few days were also actually buildings.

We, the best and brightest of our deceased world, saviors of multiple realities, the last and only line of defense against the relentless malevolence of the Hunger, wasted nearly a week looking for signs of life when there were entire cities directly under our hull. At the risk of sounding pessimistic, I think this world may be fucked.

Now that we’ve realized our mistake, Captain wants us to backtrack and see if we can find a settlement closer to Lup and Barry’s original prediction of the Lights trajectory. However, Lup’s trying to convince him that we should do some reconnaissance in this village first.

LT: Look, there’s no point going backwards in this fuckin’ blizzard if we can just-

CD: -We are way, way off, the- they’re your calculations? Do you-

BB: [crosstalk] They’re our calculations, Lu

LT: [crosstalk] I know.

TT: [crosstalk] You calculated ‘em. calc-calculated the shit outta-

[LT puts up a hand to silence the others]

LT: Look I’m not dunking on my calculations, cause they’re tight as shit, ‘natch; outside looks like someone put a flock of doves through a woodchipper. You wanna fly through that?

CD: [crosstalk] I’m not-

MB: [crosstalk] Gross?

LT: [crosstalk] Been flying six days straight, you wanna keep, keep flyin’-

CD: I don’t wanna fly through the scenario you just made me visualize, no. This is just snow.

[MB raises his hand kind of awkwardly. Mags, c’mon, you’re not 12]

MB: Uuum, Cap’nport? No offense but you look kinda beat, are you sure?

CD: Wh- excuse me. Are you questioning my piloting abilities, Magnus?

MB: [crosstalk] ‘Course not, just-

CD: [crosstalk] I’ve flown us through, through literal eldritch death pillars -

MH: [crosstalk] ...do look a little tired -

MB: I know!

[captain gets out of the pilots seat, oh dear]

CD: What was that? Merle?

LT: It’s been nearly a week, Captain. You haven’t slept.

CD: Neither have you!

LT: Yeah, and I’m pissed about it!

BB: look everyone’s a little frazzled-

MH: I’m fine.

BB: [crosstalk] Merle, oh my-

LT: [crosstalk] Merle!

TT: [crosstalk] Hahaha holy fuck Merle! Not the time?

CD: You know what, okay, fine! Okay, we’ll vote. Let’s vote. Who thinks we should go down there?

[Lup, Mag LT, MB, and BB all put up their hands]

CD: All right, and who says we should turn back?

[CD, TT, and MH put up their hands]

CD: Lucretia.

TT: Lu- Baby-Lu, fuckin’ put dowait I forgot to put myhandupfuck

LC: I’m not answering to that, but I do thin k

[TT attepts to take my fuckin

Taako tried to take my journal, and while I understand his intentions it’s imperi

BABY LU NEEDS TO STOP WRITING OUR CONVERSATIONS IN REAL TIME AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE WORLD AROUND HER

BABY LU WILL GET HER JOURNAL BACK WHEN THE GROWN UPS DECIDE WHAT WERE DOING IN THIS FROZEN FUCKING HELLSCAPE

After my journal was so rudely stolen, we decided that it would be best to have some of the crew investigate the settlement while the others got some rest. Captain landed the Starblaster just out of sight (not far with the weather) and Lup, Magnus and I made our way into town on foot. We were ushered into the smoking building Merle first noticed almost as soon as we were in sight of it. It’s apparently some sort of tavern/town hall, with one long, open room punctuated by tables and some truly massive support beams.

Chiana, the innkeeper (or possibly Mayor? Chief? They are definitely some measure of authority figure) was quite unsettled by our sudden appearance. It’s apparently unusual for people to travel between communities at this time of year, especially in the middle of the night (which it apparently is. We seriously lost track of time with the storm blocking out the suns). They’ve insisted on putting us up until the storm settles some. We have of course accepted, but we decided that it might be best not to mention our true intentions here. They were spooked just by us appearing in a blizzard, we don’t need to bring up the rest of it. We notified Capn’port that we’ll be staying a few days to gather info, and since then Lup and Magnus have been having quite the time chatting with the assorted patrons/guests.

This really is quite a spectacular building. The ceiling is only about 7 ft. high (Lup and Mags can both touch the ceiling), but it’s so wide and long it doesn’t feel cramped. It’s hard to estimate how large it is exactly; the hall is a patchwork of additions, none of which quite match up. Here an extra nook were the hall was widened, there a slight indent were an old support must have collapsed. Wood flooring giving way to tile, tile being overtaken by carpet, and then carpet receding back to wood again. The support beams are the only consistent element, solid blocks of wood punctuating the room at even intervals.

But the room’s really dominated by the kitchens and the dance floor. The kitchens are spaced along the northern wall about 50 ft. from one another, one in each corner and the last right in the center. The latter is the only one operational at the moment, and Chiana’s not making anything more complicated than some mulled cider (which, for the sake of accurate chronicling, I must say is delicious). I thought at first the stove here was heating the hall, and while it’s fairly large on closer inspection that doesn’t seem plausibe. It’s far too warm, even in the farther corners. I suppose the surrounding snow might provide some insulation?

Besides that, there’s a raised dance platform in the center of the hall, in front of the middle kitchen. Lup’s dragged Magnus and a two middle aged women onto it, though there isn’t any music at this hour. She's currently waving at me to come join them. I’ve been nursing the drink Chianna gave me so I’d have an excuse to stay seated, but I think I’d better relent before Lup tries to physically drag me up there. They’re really acting silly tonight, but I suppose we all needed to blow off some steam.

Alright. Okay. I probably should have noticed this when I first started drinking, but the alcohol here seems to be quite a bit stronger then I’m used too? Or what Lup and Magnus are used too. I didn’t notice until I went out on the dance floor and I kind of tripped but at first I thought that was just me being clumsy or tired, but then when I started actually dancing it was worse like, I’m usually a good dancer. And Lup was acting especially silly and so was magnus, even though he should have a better constitution than us because he’s not a squishy wizard he’s a beefcake. Lup said that.

Fuck okay I am definitely a little tipsy here I should stop writing. But I was going to write somethig down it was important? we were dancing, and then I was stumbling and I said like Lup I feel kinda tipsy but I only had one drink and she said Aaaaaww ‘Creesha, you are suuuuuuuuuch a lightweight lol but then she fell over and Magnus laughed and one of the ladies we were dancing with asked how much she’d had and shed had three, which made them laugh because apparently threes a lot here. And then we all sat down for a bit and we were talking about travelling and it was kind bullshit because we are trying to blend but we mentioned THE LIGHT THAT

THAT WAS IT LIGHT LIGT light the light what was that aaaaah what was OH MY GOD I CAN’T REMEMBER THE REST FUCK I [[handwriting becomes illegible]]

okay okay I went back to talk again and I had a few more drinks because chiana gave me more drinks they are actually super sweet i mean chianna. Chianas super sweet. They actualysaw the light when it landed sorta they saw a flash through the storm but not in the direction we came. Lup’s been trying to redo her calculations on some napkins she thinks the blizzard had something to do with it but shes still really smashed I dont think now a good time for math Lup

Lucretia darling are you gonna nag me or are you gonna oh my god I dont know how to spell half those words Lup Im a fucking drunk journalist dont pull the fucking jargon out on me

Barry please tell me what Lups saying in words drunk journalist understands

A drunk? Lucretia? Whats going on?

Lup: Baaaaaarrry holy shit did you remember to to do the thing for the storm

BB: Lup? Lup you’re- Lucretia give your stone to Lup I can hardly understand her

LT: hiiiiiiiiiiiii barold, hiiiiiiiii, we fucked uuuuuup

BB: oh wow youre super smashed

LT we fucked up Barry! we didnt-interference! the storm created interference and we fucked up the direction and

BB Lup that doesn’t make anysense? our equipment relies mostly on magical energy unless the storm has arcane origins

LT: oh hey, MORRISON DOES THE STORM HAVE ARCANE ORIGINS?

Morison: MS: (shes one of the dancing ladies) I dunno where arcane is but the storms local. amma constein cursed the whole country side bout 20 years ago after liddy halloway dumped her

SEE BARRY

BB: okay yeah that would definitely throw off our readings but its not like we could have known that beforehand. I mean we know now, so I suppose its a good thing you guys went down there even if you also got fucking wasted, for some reason

?: whose fucking wasted (oh its taako

TT: heeeey chucklefucks whats this about you getting crunk on your uuuuh super important potentially, world saving info gathering mission?

MB taako taaaaaakoooooooo booze is super cool down here? I had a bunch

TT: eh yup I could guess

MB: but not like a super bunch? A little bunch. Its suuuuper strong its great

TT hahaha oh. oh you are so lucky cap’nports asleep. What about you, baby lu? tell me-tell me you, at least are treating this mission with the uh, gravity and maturity it fucking-fucking nesessitates fuck you taako im 58

TT whelp haha BB please just give m emy stone back

im 5 fucking 8!!! Im not a baby godamnit. Im a grown ass women ill get as crunk as I fuckin wanna on this sweet ass booze and you cant have any taako you bitch hahahahha oh my god lucy someone please tell me shes still writing this down I nee

taakos a jackass im a grown fucking ass women an he wasnt even really a hundred when he joined cause hes a LIAR and A JERK comparatively in terms of relativ ageing im more an adult then him but he still calls me baby lu he could call me lucy or creesh like Lup calls me that i love her she? so nice Lup brought me another drink and we danced more but not well cause everthings floaty and I lay down so my head wouldnt float to high the ceilings still really low Lup lay down with e and magnus came in he was screaming cause he went out in the snow he was trying to do the dip thing were you go in a hot spring right after but theres no spring only cold magnus. everythigs only cold magnus why do you do this to yourself?magnus. chiana is making him sit by the stove in the kitchen and they wont give us any more drinks i told them i was 58 and also an alien but that didnt convince them which is probably fair. they dont know. taako knows he has no excuse

chianna gave us a room and its really dark its in the basement it super warm I think there actually is a hot spring but like underneath sorry mags that probablywhat you were thinking but still. super dumb. god Im gonna be so bad in the morning. the storms clearing up a little so well probably go then I hope captains not mad Im not sure he knows but we proly found the light so he cant be too mad. I need sleep. I need to sleep. good night journal Ill miss you love Lucretia

Cycle 36, day 7

Firstly, I am never drinking again. Ever. Secondly, as soon as I get back to the ship, I am burning these pages. Posterity is not worth this level of embarrassment.

Cycle 36, day 8

Lup, Magnus and I had some trouble getting back. Though we weren’t nearly as intoxicated as the previous night, we weren’t precisely sober either. Between Magnus stopping to puke every five minutes, Lup’s persisting lack of balance, my truly excruciating headache, and all the motherfucking, goddamned snow, we nearly got lost on the mile-long hike back to the ship. The others had a field day teasing us, and I can’t even be mad at them for it. Looking over my own notes is literally, viscerally painful. To reiterate: I am never. Drinking. Again.

I am not going to destroy those pages, however. It’s the only written account I have of what Chiana and the others told us about the Light, and it would be irresponsible to get rid of them before we’ve properly found it. Besides, Lup and Taako both practically begged me to keep it in. I don’t understand why Lup want’s this reminder of our idiocy to remain in tact, but damn she is hard to argue with. She’s also tried to insist that “baby-Lu” is a compliment, but won’t explain how so. I take back all the nice things drunk me said about her.

Maybe later I’ll go back and just stick a summary were those pages are, but for the mean time they’ll have to stay.

I spent most of yesterday just resting, once we got back. I don’t think I honestly realized how tired I was until then. It’s only been 8 days since the last apocalypse, most of which we spent searching, frantic and blind in a literally cursed blizzard. Much as I hate to say it, I may need to take Taako’s advice and stop chronicling in real time. Just for a bit. I’ll pick it up again when we find the Light.

Time to go save another world.

End of excerpt.

[editors note: Can I just formally request that, should we ever see Fisher and Junior again, I be permitted to feed these pages to them, in hopes that they might be erased permanently this time? Please?

- LC ]

[editors note: Madame Lucretia’s request is noted and denied.

- TT ]

#lucretia #madame director #taz #taz balance #lup taako #Taako Taaco #davenport #magnus burnsides #barry blujeans #merle highchurch #ipre crew #adventure zone fic #The Adventure Zone #i wrote a fic for once!!#I have no idea if it's good!#but also if you read this i need you to please imagine #the staff of the bob having their elegant regal directors drunken rant #about taakos stupid nickname for her #injected directly into their brains

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whereisvanderwood · 7 years ago

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Glass Butterflies.

Yona of the Dawn | Akatsuki no Yona

Jealous!Shinah x Reader - Modern ! AU

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The ice-cream dripped down the sides of her cone as she eagerly took the cold desert from the ice-cream man's hands. "Thank you!" she said cheerfully. Skipping back to her friends, they continued to walk down the street of the town. Though there were many cars and people walking by, it still seemed quiet.

"It feels really eerie today..." Yun pointed out. "We should just go back to the library now. It's too hot anyways."

"He is right. We need to keep studying for exams if we want to pass-"

"You're such a goody-two-shoes, White Snake."

"If you didn't call me 'White Snake' I might have taken that as a compliment."

"That would've been horrible."

"Will both of you cut it out? You're ruining my good mood," (Y/N) said as she stood in between the two 'friends.' "Why do you have to bicker so much?"

"Isn't it obvious, dearie? They both clearly have a crush on our dear Yona of the group," the flamboyant Jeaha spoke, sounding as though he was the most mature out of everyone there. But quite the contrary; the others believed him to be the most juvenile out of all of them.

The crimson-haired girl started blushing profusely at Jeaha's remark, and Hak shortly after started bursting into laughter. "You look ridiculous when you're trying to hide your face like that, Princess."

"W-Why do you call me that all the time? It's so annoying...!"

"Because you're small and helpless just like every other princess in fairy tales."

"Princesses are pretty, too~!"

The bickering further continued, not ceasing until Yun made it clear that he had had enough by giving everyone an earful. And after Kija's relentless complaining about their lack of productivity, which is what the hang out was originally designed to be for, they headed back to the town's main library and looked over their subjects.

"(Y/N) ... What are you studying?" the quiet one of the group, Shinah, asked shyly.

"Oh, I've got a History exam coming up. Geography, too."

"Well well, it just so happens that I have those exams too, (Y/N)-dearie. Should we study for them together elsewhere?"

"You're such a perv! But... that might be better actually," (Y/N) admitted. "Okay then, why don't we go look for some books and meet up with the others later?"

"Lead the way, my dear," he said as he bowed down like a gentleman. On that note, the two friends left the rest of the group to go and study on their own.

"Is it just me... or do Jeaha and (Y/N) look like they've been pretty close lately?" Yun pointed out.

"Droopy Eyes always wants to spend time with (Y/N) and Yona," Hak brusquely replied, choosing not to care about the brought-up topic.

"Zeno wants to spend more time with the girls, too..."

"But you hang out with us all the time, Zeno!" Yona quickly replied before he could feel any more down than he had suddenly become.

"That's true, you're like a brother to us, and we'll always be with you-"

"Okay, that's enough philosophical talk for one day." As they continued to talk about why Jeaha almost seemed desperate to be with (Y/N), not only Hak, but Shinah also stayed very silent. His expression came across as one of disinterest, but it truly meant the feeling of dejection.

(Y/N) and Shinah weren't super close, but she seemed to be closer with everyone else in the group. The blue-haired boy wanted to change that, but he was so shy and quiet by nature that every time he tried, it wouldn't get very far or meaningful. He couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but it was like his gut didn't like the idea of (Y/N) being so friendly to everyone else.

"Shinah, aren't you going to study? You haven't even opened up your books yet," Yona pointed out.

"Ah... right," he timidly replied, embarrassed about how he must've looked just now.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Zeno needs to study more, because I couldn't sit still long enough," he pouted with a childish face. "I'm going to go home now. Zeno will see you later!" He smiled and waved as he jogged in one of the splitting directions at the intersection they all stood at.

"Yeah, I'll head off, too. Say hi to the old man for me, Princess," Hak said as he too, departed in another direction. One by one, each of the friends began to part ways for the evening, bidding their 'see you laters' until they were to meet up again in the near future.

The sun drowned in the horizon, its rays of light glimmering in the darkness of the faded clouds and the pale moon shining from the stars. The only ones left standing at the footpath of the intersection were Shinah and (Y/N).

"Did you study a lot.... with Jeaha?" Shinah started.

"Yeah, kinda... He wasn't paying a lot of attention to what I was telling him, and he just kept on telling me how cute I looked when I was focused. I swear, he's such a creep sometimes." A stillness followed after (Y/N)'s words, like they were both thinking about what she just said. "You don't think... he has a crush on me, do you?" she asked in a quieter voice, as if she were to be asking the question to herself.

Shinah stiffened at her question, not sure if she was looking for an answer or just thinking aloud. But those words, they felt like they had morphed into some sort of unseen force and tore his heart in two. All the possible scenes played in his mind; the two holding hands, going out to cafes and having the time of their lives together. His broken heart yearned for such pleasure, but this was the reason it was broken in the first place.

"Because if he did have a crush on me, that would be a little annoying to try and deal with."

"N-No, I... he doesn't," he unknowingly blurted out quickly.

"Well that's good. I hope that's not the case..." she trailed off as she heaved a sigh, admiring the night's beauty she was so envious of. She only wished she could have that kind of beauty for herself. "I guess I should get going too, then." She began walking off in the same direction as Zeno did before.

Before completely vanishing in the dark of night, she turned around, her hair dancing like waves during the low tide in slow motion. The star-struck Shinah felt his worries dissipate in the atmosphere as her smile shone brighter than the full moon in the galaxy above. "I'll see you later!" she waved back as she finally disappeared.

Silence. Nothing but the sounds of swaying leaves on the evergreen trees close by. His breath was taken away by one simple action, the gesture of friendliness by the person he wished to be closest with. With the night sounds resonating like an orchestra in his mind, he gathered his thoughts and headed home alone.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Shinah early next morning heard his phone buzzing like crazy, and so he sluggishly picked it up from his bedside table to check the notifications. He saw that the group chat with all his friends, 'The Dark Dragon and the Happy Hungry Bunch', was active and so he watched the messages flash up on the screen.

Zeno: Zeno wants to hang out again today!! :3

Hak: But we were together all day yesterday. Aren't we all tired of each other?

Yona: No! I love being with all of you all the time! ^_^

(Y/N): Well... I doooo need to study some more today. I'm falling behind ^^;

Kija: I told you this would happen! If only you had all listened to me in the first place!

Yun: No one listens to you on purpose

(Y/N): I'm gonna got to the library again today. Anyone wanna join me?

Kija: I'll join you, (Y/N)

Zeno: Yaay, Zeno too!!

Hak: Can't. Spending the day with Princess and her family.

Jeaha: Oh my, meeting the parents now, are we? ;)

Hak: Shut up, Droopy Eyes

Yun: I'm busy too. Soz (Y/N)

(Y/N): That's fine. Kija and Zeno, meet at the library at 12:30?

Zeno: Yup! Zeno will be there :D

Kija: I will see you then, (Y/N).

That same feeling from yesterday returned. (Y/N) was going to be with not only one of the other guys, but two this time. His fingers rested over the top of his phone's keyboard, wanting to type something like "I want to come, too." But he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was like his gut was holding him back from speaking up his feelings.

(Y/N): Great! It's a date then! :P

He sighed to himself and silenced his phone. He had never felt this way before, and so he had no reason to feel this way now. But it was as if a wind of change suddenly blew over him. He felt something scurrying up his back as he stood up, and little Ao plonked himself on his shoulder. Scratching his chin and giving him an acorn from a jar he kept beside his bed, Shinah began to talk to himself.

"I want... to be with her, too..." he said softly. The small creature looked up at him with beady eyes as he stuffed the acorn in his tiny little cheeks, tilting his head. Shinah gently put him down on his bed as he got ready for the day, deciding that he needed to clear his head of these unknown thoughts and feelings.

By chance, Shinah found himself walking past the library they were all at yesterday, and by chance he saw his three friends walking inside. Like his feet had their own goal he walked through the entrance, careful to keep his distance so he was not to be noticed. He saw all three find a place in a corner where there were several free tables for study, and began watching them from behind books on a bookshelf in front of him.

"I did History and Geography yesterday. So why don't we do maths?" Shinah heard (Y/N) ask.

"Alright. I need to work on my maths too, actually."

"Zeno's really good at maths!"

"Really? Do you think you could maybe help me then?" she timidly asked the playful yellow-head. Seeming very eager to give her a hand, (Y/N) showed him her textbook and one by one, he went through the questions step by step. At one moment, they accidentally touched hands and laughed at each other's awkwardness, despite already being best friends.

Shinah didn't like it. He wished that that could've been him helping (Y/N) study, just the two of them with no one else around to be disrupted by. Kija was in his own world focusing hard on what he had to do, but meanwhile Zeno and (Y/N) continued to muck around and have fun.

Unknowingly, he wished they weren't there in the first place.

And suddenly, he felt like he had completely transformed into something alien. A monster. He never thought to wish anyone away before; all he wanted in life was friends. And yet after he realised what he had begun to think to himself, he was shocked and at a loss for what he was meant to do then and there.

Concluding that this was indeed a bad idea, for his own sake, he left the library as silently as he could. He was good at that; being unnoticed. He thought that all changed when Yona invited him to be a part of their group, but now it felt as though nothing had changed in the first place. But before taking the next step to lead him outside, he stopped and clenched his fists... before running out as fast as he could.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"So I have to expand the brackets, and then that becomes..."

"9x – 6 + 8 = 4x + 3"

"Right. And then I collect the like terms?"

"Uh huh! So that becomes-"

Suddenly a loud noise came from directly in front of the threesome, and saw Shinah plonking down stacks of books on the table in front of them. "Sh-Shinah! What're you doing here?" (Y/N) asked, surprised yet glad that another one of her friends had come to join her in her study session.

"Just... passing through." He sat himself down in the chair directly in front of (Y/N), and started reading through his own math textbook.

"Oh! You're studying algebra too?" Kija and Zeno continued to stare at Shinah, instantly picking up on his unusual behaviour only moments after he made his noisy entrance; quite the contrary to his quiet personality. Shinah himself, wasn't currently studying algebra in his maths class; (Y/N) and the others were all in different classes from him. But he didn't want her to have help from any of the others. He wanted to be the one sitting next to her right then and there, right where Zeno was sitting.

So he took it upon himself to learn what she was learning, too.

"Yeah..."

"Well then maybe we can help each other?"

"Sure..."

The atmosphere was tense with every response the blue-haired gave to every question. It wasn't until Kija and Zeno started helping each other, as well as (Y/N), that the air was easier to breath in. Shinah remained quiet, yet straining his ears to listen for the perfect moment.

"Hmm- what about this question-"

"What's the equation?" he very suddenly jumped in. Not expecting it, the three looked at him in a strange way.

"Uhh, it's (x2 - 16)(x - 3)2 + 9x2 = 0."

"Here... let me try." He reached out his hand to take her book, and started using his pencil to write down a step-by-step guide to solving the equation. In a mere ten seconds later, he handed the book back to her and studied her face carefully. She read through it with eyes of surprise, and checked the answer in the back of her book.

"Wow... you're right..! How did you do that so quickly!?"

"It's nothing..." he brushed off quickly, playing it cool. "I just wanted... to help."

"I had no idea you were so good at maths, too! Why is everyone so good at maths..." she pouted, being half serious at the same time.

"Zeno thinks you're good!"

"Don't worry, (Y/N). We'll just help you," Kija reassured like the too purely-hearted person he was.

"I want to help..." Shinah said quietly. "Me... only..." he said even quieter, but not quiet enough.

"Z-Zeno, I just remembered that, uhh, we need to-"

"There's a bug on your textbook, Kija~!" Instantly Kija vanished from the scene and Zeno was chasing after him, leaving the remaining two alone.

"That was... random..." She could hear the blood in her ears. He could look at his veins silently pumping blood. She could close her eyes and go into a dream. It was too silent for anyone's liking. "Shinah, you're acting a little bit... weird," (Y/N) finally cut the silence free.

He only remained silent, thinking about what his actions had lead him to do up to that point, what they had lead him to think about his own friends.

"Is something the matter...? You can always tell me, you know."

"No... I just..." he fearfully began, anxious about what she'd say. He stayed quiet, sinking down into his seat ever so slightly and his head low, covering his eyes.

"You're not... jealous, are you? You started acting differently since I brought up Jeaha yesterday."

It hit him, the word to his feelings he couldn't understand. He was relieved of a weight he felt on his heart from not knowing the unknown, but he was just as ashamed of himself and what his mind had begun etching into him.

"Come on, let's go somewhere else. We'll meet up with Kija and Zeno later..."

"Okay..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Walking through the green painted, iron-wrought gates there was a concrete pathway stretching out in front of the two students like a grey ribbon winding through the green shrubbery. The beauty of the midday sun shone so brightly and scattered its warmth to those who urged to feel its comfort, and Shinah and (Y/N) stood underneath a strong-standing oak tree.

"Is everything alright, Shinah? Why are you acting like this?" (Y/N) started, wanting to know why her friend was far from himself.

"...I don't know. It just... happened."

"When?"

"Yesterday... when you were with Jeaha..."

"That soon?"

"I'm not sure why..."

"I think I know, Shinah..." He looked at her with searching eyes with such a deepness, it caught (Y/N) off guard slightly. "Do you think that maybe... you have feelings?"

"Feelings...?"

"For me..."

He wouldn't have known; he couldn't have known. The feeling was so unfamiliar, and it was alien to someone like him. Up until these people came into his life, his heart was void of emotion and meaning. He was lacking the sensation of how it felt to be this way towards another person. In that very moment, he wished he were Ao. He could've easily sat on (Y/N)'s shoulder, be given all the attention he wanted and get away with it all.

But what was there to get away with? His thoughts he had towards the people that accepted him for who he was? So much confusion clouded his mind in a thick fog, he couldn't see what was right in front of him nor see what he thought was true.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I haven't spent a lot of time with you, and I'm sure you feel as though we've been brushing you aside..."

"No... it's not that-"

"That's not what friends do. We should be including you in everything we do, and be making sure you feel part of this group. Because you're one of us now, you belong with us."

Shinah had no idea where this was coming from, and was expecting nothing more than questions about his unusual behaviour. "It's not your fault, though..." he tried to reassure.

"But it's not yours either." (Y/N) breathed heavily, as if to keep her emotions in check. She grabbed her hair with both of her hands and yanked on it a little. "But Shinah... you should've told me you wanted to spend more time with us. It's not fair that you feel like this."

It wasn't hard to tell that she was feeling hurt, but more for him than by. He tried telling her that it had nothing to do with her, but he was so quiet spoken that this had become a misunderstanding. Not sure how else he was to show his sincerity, he took baby steps towards her, and lightly hugged (Y/N) around her neck.

"I wanted to spend more time.... With you."

"M-Me? Just me? Why?"

"Because... I... You're a good person." She took a deep breath, relaxed, and slowly put her arms around his body as well. "And... I like you."

"You... like me?" Shinah felt his face get hotter, and he buried it deeper into her shoulder so she wouldn't see. (Y/N) felt it, and let out a barely audible giggle. She lifted her arms so they wrapped around his back, and she snuck in a small peck on his cheek. Feeling herself blush, she too buried her face in his chest.

Both a red hot blushing mess, they stood still for as long as they felt they need to. (Y/N) pulled away first, feeling like she couldn't make eye contact. "I-It's okay to feel jealous, Shinah. But next time, don't keep it to yourself."

O-Okay..." he said with a muffled voice in her shoulder. "Thank you... for liking me, too..."

"I've always liked you, you know..." Shinah pulled away with eyes larger, and sparks of joy enlightened his mystical stare. "But, I think I... like like you..."

"Me... too..." Butterflies' wings flapped to the beats of their hearts. They felt strong and easy to feel, like the cold touch of fragile glass in winter. Looking at his eyes, the ones she fell for so easily, (Y/N) was instantly reminded of the previous night where they both stood at the intersection alone. She specifically recalled that the night sky was much more beautiful than usual, as well as wishing that its everlasting beauty could be hers.

And now, it was.

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buckybarnesappreciationsociety · 7 years ago

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Kindergarten Blues

Summary: Time has come for little Stevie, 5 years old, to start kindergarten and Bucky’s having a difficult time grasping the concept of his little boy growing up. Steven Barnes crosses into the scholastic realm. How will Bucky deal with his little man leaving the nest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader OFC Steven James and Bella Barnes, Ms. Nelson, Kindergarten Teacher

Warning: Separation anxiety and a boatload of happiness

A/N: This fic is part of “The Chronicles of Bucky Barnes-Family Man.” From time to time, I’ll post one shots about Bucky, his wife, Bella and little Steven. I wanted to write how he handles his kids growing up. Hope you like it. Feedback is encouraged and thank you for reading!

You’ve heard of kids crying, latching themselves onto their parent’s leg on the first day of kindergarten. Somber mothers and fathers peeped in the door’s window, searching for one more glance of their “baby.” What they fail to realize is it’s 8:00 a.m. and the school dismisses kindergartners at noon.

James Buchanan Barnes felt as if little Stevie was going off to war. Two weeks prior to the first day, he was a real sourpuss. And from what Jillian gathered, those poor new recruits caught pure hell. So much so that Nick Fury spoke to Bucky and requested he ease up a bit. Bucky complied.

Jillian thought it funny the way her teddy bear husband was acting. She understood what Bucky was going through; she’d experienced the same thing with Bella. Come to think of it, he went with them to school and had to be dragged away!

Uncle Tony paid tuition for Bella and little Stevie to attend the uber exclusive “Whittington School.” Before his niece and nephew even set foot in the door, all staff members were stringently vetted. He made sure no stone was left unturned. This school was attended by kids with “extraordinary” parents.

The likes of Clark Kent and Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Scott Lang among a few had their children enrolled in the school because security was high and the buildings were secure. Cameras were strategically placed around the perimeter, infrared beams dotted the treelines and a reinforced wall kept hooligans out. If all that wasn’t enough, kids wore mini-trackers, attached to the inside of their clothes, just in case an incident occurred.

The Night Before “D-Day”

Sitting on his bed, little Stevie packed his Iron Man backpack. Bucky walked in his room and sat next to him and said, Hey son, you ready for school?” Little Stevie couldn’t contain his enthusiasm, “Yeah daddy, I can’t wait to meet my teacher and make friends and see Bella and…”

Bucky chuckled, “Slow down pardner. Breathe.”

Inhaling loudly, the excited little fella spoke again, “Oh and I already know my ABC’s and my colors and some of my numbers! Daddy, can we go NOW?” Bucky pulled him onto his lap, “Tomorrow is Monday. That’s when you go to school.” Laughter erupted as little Stevie jumped up and down on his bed singing, “♫♪♫I’M GOING TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING♪♫♪!”

Bucky insisted his son get some sleep. Little Stevie pouted but eventually relented, not before he tucked his backpack under the covers. .

Bucky wore a tight smile on his face. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and heart. Bella and little Stevie were growing up right before his eyes!

Jillian sitting against the headboard of their bed reading, put her book down when her glum husband meandered into the room.

She knew her brooding husband suffered a case of ‘my kids are growing up too fast.’ Jillian beckoned him to the bed and Bucky complied. Gently stroking his chocolate locks, Jillian asked, “Buck, look at me.” He turned his gaze towards his compassionate wife. “You knew this day would come sooner or later. Remember Bella’s first day of kindergarten?” He nodded. “I had to practically yank all of the Avengers from the school. You, Steve and Wanda cried, while Tony videotaped the event. Let’s not forget Nat whispering in Bella’s ear self-defense moves.”

The bed rumbled with his laughter. Placing a chaste kiss on Jillian’s lips, Bucky mused, “Yeah I remember that. Sam was on a mission. He had a fit. That was a great day.”

Rolling her eyes, Jillian pretended to hit her husband in the chest. She smiled, “Yeah he was fit to be tied!” They looked at each other and burst into raucous laughter.

“Come on Sarge, it’s bedtime. Early day tomorrow.” Jillian turned the bedside lamp off and pulled the cover over herself. Bucky draped his left arm over her body and pulled her close to him. Sleep came to pulled him under its spell.

First Day of School

The alarm clock buzzed at 6:00 a.m. Bucky reached back and swatted it, rolling back over.

Jillian attempted to move but a heavy metal appendage laying across her body prevented it.

Struggling to get loose, Bucky protested and asked for 5 more minutes. Jillian pecked him on the nose and shuffled into the bathroom.

Bucky groaned, “Oh well, let’s get this over with.”

Walking down the hall, giggles came from little Stevie’s room. As he got closer, the voices of Bella and her brother was heard.

Opening the door, the kids ran to his arms for a bear hug from daddy.

Little Stevie let out a high pitched laugh, “Good morning daddy. Is it time to go yet?”

Bella chimed in, “No silly goose. We’re not dressed. C’mon little bro, let’s eat.”

The smell of pancakes, bacon and eggs caught the attention of the hungry bear and his cubs.

Bella and little Stevie said ‘good morning’ to Jillian. She in turn began platting their food.

Bucky loved sitting at the table with his wife and kids. He’d laugh and carry on sometimes intense conversations with his 12 year old daughter. Bella was so intelligent and well-spoken. Her favorite subjects were math and science.

After breakfast came the moment of truth. While Jillian got little Stevie ready, Bucky filled his son’s backpack. Inside were Bucky bear, a Captain America jacket and cap. Leaning against the doorway, his wife shook her head.

Time To Let Him Go (Until Noon)

After clearing security, the Barnes family stepped inside. Bella hugged her parents and walked toward her locker. Little Stevie’s was absolutely amazed at his classroom.

Along the wall hung animals, alphabets and numbers. There were little cubbies to hang backpacks and jackets. Tiny tables and chairs dotted the center of the room, along with a reading corner with every Dr. Seuss book imaginable. The carpet was a giant jigsaw puzzle. 2 restrooms off to the side of the classroom and a spacious outside play area, with swings, slides, see saws, and horses that teters back and forth on heavy duty springs.

Ms. Nelson, one of the instructors, greeted them. “Good morning Barnes family. I’m Ms. Nelson, Stevie’s teacher.” Bucky and Jillian exchanged pleasantries while little Stevie found his personalized cubbie and hung his backpack.

Running back to Bucky, he jumped in his daddy’s arms and whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I’m gonna have so much fun. I love you.” Bucky smiled as little Stevie ran off again to greet his classmates.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, Steven will be fine. We encourage parents to leave once the kids have turned their backs and start playing. This makes it easier on them not to see their parents crying.”

Jillian couldn’t stifle her laughter. “C’mon Sarge, let’s go home. Our son’s gonna be just fine.”

Hesitating, Bucky walked to the door and tried to turn around, but Jillian pulled him out the door and into their car.

First Day Joy

Like clockwork, Bucky and Jillian anxiously waited outside for their son in the pick-up lot. Kids were escorted out to their parents vehicles by their teachers.

Spotting his daddy, little Stevie sprinted into his arms and hugged him around the neck.

Breathing hard, little Stevie ran down the day’s activities. “Mommy, daddy I had a lot of fun. Ms. Nelson’s really nice. She asked who knew their alphabets and I raised my hand.

Then I said them and she said I was really smart and at art, Marcus, Linda and me sat at the table together, they’re my friends and we went outside and ran around and we came back inside for storytime and we had lunch and then, Bella came by and a waved at me!”

Jillian and Bucky snickered as their over zealous son continued to ramble on and on about the day’s events.

Squeezing Jillian’s hand, Bucky knew from that day forward, life would change for them. Growth is inevitable. As a parent, the reality of your ‘baby birds’ leaving the nest tugs at the heartstrings. Simply roll with the punches, hold tight to the memories made and look forward to those milestones still to come.

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Fall 2017: Week 1

Blog Posting by ann (SFPC Fall 2017)

Time does a funny thing at SFPC. Even though it’s only been one week since the fall semester officially began, it feels like we’ve known each other a lot longer. From day 1, the SFPC team created an atmosphere of trust so that students felt comfortable diving straight into discussions of their art practice and hopes for the program, their thoughts on the responsibility of activist artists, and the philosophy of technology.

“Art creates a tiny tornado in your heart.” — Taeyoon Choi

Day 1: Introductions, hopes for SFPC, and transmitting code through sound

Day 1 opened with introductory lectures by founders Taeyoon Choi and Zach Lieberman. Students listed all the questions they had for their time at SFPC, and broke into small groups to discuss and categorize the questions.

Next, the class played the Human Fax Machine Experiment. Students created an aural system for transmitting and receiving code. The room filled with beeps, boops, and laughter as students tried transmitting instructions for simple line drawings across a makeshift barrier. Afterwards, the group discussed what they discovered was necessary for the sender to transmit (turn left, go forward) as well as the receiver (message received, send again!).

The day ended with a scavenger hunt around the West Village.

Day 2: Critical Thinking and Pedagogy

The students began the day with Morehshin Allahyari who is teaching critical theory in her class titled, The Racial Outside. She opened the day’s lecture with an introduction to digital colonialism, additivism, and her work. Morehshin asked students to reexamine the stories that are told about how objects and information are created and shared, and by whom they are owned.

“It matters which stories tell stories, which concepts think concepts. Mathematically, visually, and narratively, it matters which figures figure figures, which systems systematize systems.” - Donna Haraway

Morehshin shared her project, Material Speculation: ISIS, in which she recreated as 3D printed objects 12 original artworks (statues from the Roman period city of Hatra and Assyrian artifacts from Nineveh) that were destroyed by ISIS in 2015. Material Speculation was one example of a philosophy she’s coined as additivism, which aims “to transmute digital forms through the material world into human scale actions and effects.”

Melanie Hoff, who is TAing Morehshin’s class, also gave an introduction to her work. She discussed three projects, Partisan Thesaurus, Small Data Squad, and Dopplecam from two perspectives. First, she talked about how her work exposes the hidden biases within information, language, and social convention. She then exposed the biases in her own work, highlighting decisions such as which texts she chose to train her thesaurus and which search engine she chose for dopplecam. Melanie’s dual-approach presentation was a direct response to Morehshin’s earlier lecture, in which she invited students to question the motivations and politics of those who create systems and technologies.

After their critical theory lecture, Taeyoon led students through an activity and discussion on pedagogy. Taeyoon talked about “teaching is a gift for learning,” and how learning is creating habits and teaching is creating habitat that need to be practiced and nurtured.

Day 3: Binary, Teaching and Learning, and SFPC Salon Part I

Zach Lieberman kicked off day 3 with a lecture on binary. He explained that computers are a “giant illusion machine”, and “files and folders and different kinds of datas are illusions created by computer programmers.”

Next, TAs Max Fowler and Robby Kraft, who are both alums of SFPC, introduced themselves and their work. Max showed his minimalist, text-only maps of cities around the world, and Robby shared his origami art.

Afterwards, students created simple systems to develop an intuitive understanding of binary. Projects ranged from a math-based game to demonstrate bit-shifting, to a color-by-binary-numbers chart, to a binary turntable.

Day 3 ended with the first night of the SFPC salon. The room quickly filled to capacity as students, alumni, and community members came together to hear artist talks by DIA, Claire Hentschker, and CWalonT. Though each artist’s approach and medium was completely different (DIA — typography, Claire — VR, CWT — hardware), their passion and energy came through clearly in their talks and was reflected back by the audience.

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Day 4: Games, exploring Westbeth, and SFPC Salon Part II

On the final day of their first week, students met with SFPC co-organizer Lauren Gardner for their first lecture of the day. Lauren is a game creator, educator, and community builder. After falling in love with broadcast journalism in grade school, Lauren went on to build enterprise software for companies including Turner, Time Warner, and Thomson Reuters. More recently, she has focused on bringing people together and supporting underrepresented artists as a co-owner of babycastles, a co-organizer at SFPC, and the Associate Director of Education at Eyebeam.

After her introduction, Lauren lead students on a tour of the Westbeth Artists Community Complex, which has been home to SFPC since 2013. Westbeth was the original site of Bell Labs, where it was a world-leading research center and the site where the first TV broadcast and the first binary computer were demonstrated. After Bell Labs relocated, Westbeth was reimagined as a live-work space for artists and their families. It has housed a number of iconic cultural institutions such as The Martha Graham Center for Contemporary Dance and Congregation Beth Simchat Torah, the first LGBT synagogue in New York.

After the tour, students returned to the classroom for a lecture and activity on programming languages with Zach. Students broke into groups to work on designing their own programming languages guided by three questions:

What are programming languages built out of?

What does a programming language mean?

What does it mean to learn to code?

Finally, the group reconvened and discussed how programming languages are intensely personal and political creations that have encoded within them the biases, frustrations, desires of their creators. One group, in trying to create a language based on cooking, got into a heated debate on whether a knife is a variable or a function.

After a break for dinner, students gathered for day 2 of the SFPC Salon. Once again, the space filled with alumni, artists, and community members eager for the second round of presentations. The room filled with laughter and introductions, though quickly fell silent when the presentations began. The night began with TOTOYUYUMOMO’s (Tom Galle / Moises / johnyuyi) viral meme art, followed by James Clar’s thoughtful installations, and Kevin Slavin’s search for microorganisms, and ended with Ursula Endlicher’s tongue-in-cheek performances.

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Overall, it was a packed first week for the fall semester at SFPC!

#sfpc #School for Poetic Computation #artist salon #art #tech #code

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