#i did not let in sync my contacts but i keep getting recommended people i know from high school nonetheless

[walterdecourceys]

i got instagram recently (yeah booo boooo i figured it'd be useful for my social life) and honestly it's extremely fucking weird to be on a platform that is intended for connecting with people you actually know or have heard of. chappell roan is on here. the girl who bullied me in middle school is on here. what am i supposed to do about this

[theyscreamjade]

Can you do Kiri, Iida, Izuku, and Bakugo with a s/o who goes deaf from a concussion received during a fight or even training. (I lost my hearing and I haven't seen much done for deaf readers. Thank you so much if you do respond hun.)

Severe Silence

Words can’t describe how I feel for you honey, Trust me, you’re not alone. I’ve always had hearing issues since I was born and they’re stating I may or may not lose my hearing in the future which hurts because music is my life and I can’t see myself without it. I hope this makes your day and if you need to talk, I’m always here.

Disclaimer: Slight Gore, Abuse and Acts Of Violence

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Eijiro Kirishima

* He remembers the whole accident that day because he was the one who carried you to the infirmary.

* It was training to see how you’d withstand during a earthquake and you were one of the following that was instructed to stand in a building.

* Aizawa wasn’t too keen on it but you insisted that you wanted a challenge.

* When the ground started to shake, wood, chunks of cement started tumbling down. You had your practice dummy to your back, running towards the safe exit with Ochacko and Shoji following close behind.

* Apart from the training, a ding would be heard when there’s another victim close by, you guys had the majority of them. Even though the earthquake ended, parts were still falling.

* You handed your dummy off and went off to find another one, and never returned.

* You were eventually sent to the hospital even though Recovery Girl healed you.

* You weren’t heard of for a while which worried your Sharky lover.

* During a free period, Baku-Squad including Deku, Momo, and Ochacko comes over to visit you.

* You were home alone and when you opened the door to see your friends, you couldn’t help but burst into tears because you couldn’t hear their excited voices to see that you’re fine.

* I do see Kirishima as the type to pull out his phone and ask you if you were okay through the notes app.

* You tell them back when you were grabbing the last dummy, you tripped and slammed your head into a large block of cement.

* Being the amazing boyfriend he is, he’s going to learn every possible way to speak to you.

* To sign language to even speaking as slow as he possibly can.

* He’s willing to do everything to make everything easier for you and to keep that gorgeous smile on your face.

* He knows how hard it is to lose something that you’re so used to having and it pains him to see you a tad bit depressed because you can’t hear him anymore.

* Just know he’s going to do anything that would seem impossible to help you through every step.

* This includes training, If you always relied on your ears he’ll help you try to find another way to smell a villain near you.

* He’s going to encourage you to keep going towards your dream and never give up.

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Izuku Midoriya

* His feet never ran so fast when you were found unconscious.

* During your first internship, You and Izuku were attempting to save Eri that day. Everyone was soon separated.

* When it seemed that it wasn’t going to be well, you sent him to go get Eri while you fought the villains with others.

* The mission was a success but came with painful consequences, You fought with a villain who was a tad bit advanced for you. You fought with all your might while the building warped and swirled.

* The last thing you could remember was the villain's backup appearing behind you and attacking you as everything became black.

* Luckily, One of the pro-heroes rushed over and defended you while their sidekicks quickly took you towards the medic.

* When Deku first found out, not even caring if he was injured or not. He wanted to see you. He wanted to make sure you were okay.

* It took him a while to see you and when he did, he was ecstatic to see you awake and responsive.

* He called your name but..you never responded, which confused him. He had to touch your shoulder, nearly giving you a heart attack as he asked what’s wrong and you just stared.

* Then, he knew..something was wrong.

* Upon finding this out, Izuku being the great and amazing guy he is will also take many precautions to learn to speak to you.

* His sign language is a tad bit rusty and sucks a bit, but give him a chance. He’s trying.

* In each conversation you two have, he’ll always make sure he’s speaking slow and you’re able to see his lips move.

* If he can’t speak or wearing a mask, he’ll either text you or type his words through his phone for you.

* He’s going to tell you that you should keep going on your fight to be a hero.

* Izuku will train with you and see if you two could discover a different method that you could use during battles.

* He will never give up on you and will always help you with your dreams.

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Katsuki Bakugo

* Everything happened so fast that even HE couldn’t keep up.

* One minute, You were kicking ass, destroying every villain in your way.

* Even though the attack was extremely random and with the permission from the teachers to fight these villains who interfere with your training for the fifth time in a span of a few years.

* Hell, you had your hero’s license so you had the right to kick their asses.

* You stood up, cracking your neck and fists before punching another villain back to the ground.

* Katsuki saw the purple blur flash past him as a large Nomu appeared to your turned back.

* Before he could even react, his body ran you over. His corrupted face looked down at what he did as Bakugo’s anger boiled over the surface. He grabbed the villain he was originally fighting and launched him into the Nomo before blasting them with his explosion as hard as he possibly could.

* No one hurts you. No one.

* It took Kirishima, Denki, Izuku, and lastly, a time-limited All Might to get him off the Nomo who he SURPRISINGLY knocked out.

* Once he could relax, he walks to your dorm. When he knocks and you don’t answer, it makes him worried.

* He won’t kick the door down..but..knock it off the hinges and discovers you crying on the bed.

* All the banging, knocking he did and you didn’t react while he was standing in front of him, his heart instantly knew that damn Nomu did something to you.

* He already knew sign language, there’s no lie in that.

* He knows it because his quirk has nearly made him deaf at times and it was told that he’d lose it before he would have a chance to be a hero.

* After the attack, he’s always by your side. He corrects people who try to talk to you and demands that they use sign language or their phones. He hates when others talk fast to you as well.

* He’s like this because he wants to help you in every way he can.

* If you decide to be a hero, despite his warnings. He’s going to help you as much as he can. He’ll ask for help from hero’s who has the same disability as yours if not, he’s going to make a method of teaching you with your other senses.

* He may teach you how to use your sight more, smell, or touch to their full potential.

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Iida Tenya

* It honestly hurts him every time he thinks about it, It shouldn’t have been that.

* He was supposed to protect you but he was separated from everyone else. You were with one of the members of Wild Wild Pussycats when Dabi attacked with his crew.

* You and Ragdoll were walking back after discussing your training in the morning when everything became extremely terrifying for you two.

* You and Ragdoll fought your best, almost moving in sync with each other Magne knew how to just send you flying into a tree each time.

* He created a negative force between you and Ragdoll when sent you two flying apart at a harsh force as you went flying into the woods and collided with a huge bolder.

* Blood dripped from your head as Ragdoll’s scream came to your ears while you reached out to help. Your knees touched the marshy land while your hand shook, pain rushing through your body.

* When the message came through, you passed out.

* Tetsutetsu and Itsuka discovered you and carried your body to safety away from all the chaos.

* When it was discovered that you were among the ones injured along with two missing individuals, It sent chills down his spine.

* Since you two just started dating and he was sure you and your parents wanted to spend time with each other, he wouldn’t come to see you in the hospital.

* It takes him over two weeks and when Aizawa needed someone to take his homework to your home. He immediately offered himself because he’s been dying to see you again.

* A jump, kick, and step later, he appeared at your door. You were checking the mail as he called out to you from a few feet away.

* You didn’t notice him and walked towards your home, not noticing his presence yet.

* He was taken back by your casualness while you walked to the door until he saw the hearing aid in your ear.

* That’s when he knows now why you didn’t react and just watches you walk away.

* One thing I do admire about this man, he’ll do anything when it comes to you. While he’s taking his brother to the physical therapy sessions for him.

* He’s learning every single possible way to talk to you. I mean every way.

* As strange as this may sound, he loves signing into your hand even though you’re not blind.

* It’s close contact and he adores that with you. For example, private things or him simply saying he loves you, he’ll sign it into your hand while everything else is out to the open.

* He often recommends to others and his friends that they speak slower with you so you can comprehend or try not to speak all at once.

* If you wish to continue your path to being a hero, he’s going to support you but he can’t help but constantly worry.

* The last time he let you go, you became deaf and he doesn’t want anything else to ever happen to you again. He wants to be your knight in white amour but he knows how you like to be independent too.

* Just don’t give this man a heart attack, please.

[liv-laugh-die]

||Admiring|| 💖Miya Osamu x Gn!reader

trope: strangers meeting in the park (ik its random bear with me😭)

warnings: its not proofread all the way through (im sorry im tired), so theres probably grammatical errors or typos but other than that none

genre: fluff pretty much just sappy stuff

pairing/s: osamu x gn!reader

wc: about 2.5k

a/n: oh my god idk where i came up with this but i think its cute so :p i hope you enjoy!!

You stared at your blank computer screen, hope of finishing your assignment before its due date at midnight slowly vanishing. 

     The clock on your desk read 11:27pm, the green lines wavering in your vision as your eyes slowly drooped, trying to drag you into the depths of slumber. You wanted to sleep, you really did, but you knew there was no way you could give up writing your essay, even now, knowing you weren’t going to submit it on time, because you would stress too much about it if you didn’t at least try to complete it before the due date. 

     Pushing yourself away from your desk, your chair squeaking against the floor ever so slightly in your dead silent dorm room, you tried to think of some excuse that your professor might believe. You doubted there was anything you could think of, but hey, your professor was better than what your roommates’ had mentioned theirs being, and you were grateful for that. Maybe you could tell him that you were exhausted from working extra hours at your job since you had had to cover your coworker’s shift and that’s why you couldn’t complete your essay on time? Or, maybe you could get away with a simple “I was lacking interest in the material, and couldn’t understand anything, and I didn’t ask for help because I knew that you are such a busy man trying to do so many things at once. Another hopeless near college drop-out wasn’t something I thought you needed on your hands.”

     ....Maybe not the latter.

    You sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair, practically feeling it screaming at you to wash it. You barely had time in the mornings to take showers anymore, and when you took them at night, you never had the strength to wash your hair, always knowing that putting a hat on overtop or throwing on your hoodie would make it seem fine on the outside, and that was good enough for you. As long as you looked at least decent and somewhat presentable.

    Your dorm room was fairly small, like every other one, but the lack of furniture made it seem larger than the rest. Nothing more than you and your roommate’s joint desk, the mini fridge in the corner, and the beds filled the space. You almost tripped over your backpack lying next to the bunk bed pushed up against the wall, falling to what would’ve been inches away from your roommate’s sleeping body.

    In an attempt not to disturb them, you tiptoed through the room, stepping over the occasional heap of clothes or homework, until you reached the bathroom. You fumbled over the door knob before almost tumbling into the small space. Glancing in the mirror, you didn’t fail to notice your messy hair, the dark circles tracing beneath your eyes, or the way you looked like you were seconds away from passing out. The sound of running water rang in your ears as you turned on the sink faucet, cupping your hands together and bringing your face down to meet them, rubbing the cold water all over you in an attempt to keep you awake for just a few moments longer.

     Your eyes returned back to the mirror as you sighed at your dripping wet face. There was no way possible you were going to finish your assignment on time. You knew it, your roommate knew it before they passed out, and you had noticed your professor’s wary glance this morning in class as a sign that he knew it too.

     An idea sprang into your head, part of you dreading the optimism that seemed to seep through your brain slowly. You didn’t feel like being energetic right now.

---an hour later---

You weren’t exactly sure how, when, or why you decided it would be a good idea to take a shower (you did end up washing your hair, thank god), get your things together in your bag, and head to the off-campus coffee shop (since the one on-campus had already closed), but you found yourself with a warm cup of coffee in hand as you exited the shop, the cold midnight air enveloping you in an unwelcome embrace.

     You shivered. The only thing your spontaneous brain had forgotten had to have been your jacket, the one thing your normal brain would’ve remembered if it weren’t already past midnight and if you weren’t majorly sleep-deprived.

     You most certainly weren’t done with your essay yet, nor was there any possible way for you to finish it on time since it was now approximately thirteen minutes past the due time, but you let yourself breathe for now.

     There weren’t many people out at this hour, and it made the usual busy city streets seemed like a ghost town. There were a few restaurants still open as you strolled along the sidewalk, their lights responsible for illuminating more than half the area in front of you. You passed by an onigiri shop your friend had recommended to you, but you just weren’t that hungry. Most nights, you’d kill for a midnight snack, but your single shot of espresso coffee was satisfying your needs for now.

     You decided to head to the park after seeing a rabbit hop its way across the vacant street and into the bushes in that direction. The fresh air was nice and cool against your dry and croaky lungs, and your ears needed a different sound than that of you miserably attempting to touch type quickly, your fingers rapping against the keyboard with vigor.

     A stream nearby flowed softly, the dripping of the water against the rocks complimenting the noise of the crickets chirping in sync just downstream. Your footsteps cut through the grass slowly, not bothering to follow the stone path. The park was a nice change of scenery. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been here by yourself in peace, it was always you and your rambunctious friends who ran through every now and then just to see the dogs running through the sprinklers, or the occasional poor cat whose owner dragged them out into the daylight for exercise. This was peaceful, though, and you appreciated that.

     A few more rabbits crossed your path, giving you that wide-eyed, side glance before darting off into the darkness, outside the reach of the lampposts emitting light. The sound of the stream soon faded out as you continued to walk through the park, sipping your coffee every so often. The warmth from your cup was soon dying out, and you figured you’d have to start walking back to your university sooner or later. Maybe you could crash at your friend’s house who lived just off campus, though you had forgotten your phone back at your dorm and had no alarm, no laptop to complete your work, and no contact with anyone else who might worry where you’d be. You had really no choice but to trek back to your dorm in the darkness, cutting your peaceful visit to the park short.

     You let yourself have a few more minutes of stress free relaxing as you sat down on a bench just before the ground let out into a downhill slope overlooking the rest of the city below. The trees around you swayed in the breeze, and for a moment, you thought it was the wind talking, and not an actual human being who had somehow made his way beside you without gathering your attention.

     “Didn’t think anyone else would be up at this hour,” the stranger mumbled. You glanced up, almost startled that, indeed, someone else was actually awake and strolling through the park.

     The boy couldn’t have been much older than you were, maybe the same age. He had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, the wind tousled his dark hair ever so slightly, and the moonlight played along, illuminating his face just so you could actually see how gorgeous he was.

     You cleared your throat, averting your eyes back to the ground as you shifted over, creating more space on the bench in case he wanted to sit down beside you. “I decided to actually take care of myself for once and give myself some time to breathe before facing the wrath of my professor tomorrow when he finds out I didn’t turn in my essay on time.” You let out a low, breathy chuckle, not exactly sure of what would happen next.

     The guy sat down on the bench next to you, though he made sure to give you some personal space, which you were grateful for. He laughed along with you a bit, and you could tell just from his tone just how tired he really was.

     You gave him a side glance, raising an eyebrow. “So, what the stressful thing that brought you here in the middle of the night?”

     He smiled half-heartedly, eyes trained on the moon. “Work stuff. Jus’ been busy, I guess.” He shrugged. 

     You waited for him to continue on, but he stayed silent. You didn’t complain, though. Wasn’t your whole reason for coming out here in the dead of the night for some quiet? Plus, it wasn’t awkward either. You were comfortable sitting next to this stranger.

     “What do you do for work?” You waited a little longer than necessary to ask, but he didn’t seem to mind the long pause.

     “I own a restaurant a few blocks away. I love the job, it’s just tiring havin’ to deal with rude customers like my brother who won’t get the hint and get out sometimes. I got into an argument with him earlier today and he just wouldn’t shut it.” He rolled his eyes and took his hands out of his pockets, making eye contact with you as he went on about his day, and you couldn’t help but smile at his passion. “The guy thinks he can just walk in when I’m working with a new employee and just act like he runs the place! Quite stupid if you ask me. Such a jerk, he is. Thinkin’ about just banning him from the place, really.” 

     You snorted. “He really bugs you that much, huh?”

     The guy smirked at your laugh, admiring it, though you would never had guess that was what flashed across his face in a million years. He nodded. “Yeah, ‘course I love ‘im ‘cause he’s my twin and my best friend, but he really knows how to annoy the hell outta me.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just get a sign in the window that says “no shirt, no shoes, no service” and cross it out and write my brother’s name instead,” he reasoned, and the pondering look in his eyes made you wonder if he was actually considering the idea.

     You smiled. “You’re funny.”

     “You say that like ya weren’t expectin’ it.”

     A laugh made its way out your lips. “Well, when you’re approached by a stranger in the middle of the night you sort of expect the worst.”

     The guy glanced off in the distance, away from you, furrowing his eyebrows. “Sorry, didn’t think of that comin’ off that way.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m funny then, and not some creep, eh?”

     You nodded, the smile on your face not fading as he changed topics.

     “So, what’s your essay on? Any way I can help ya finish it?”

     You shook your head dismissively. “Oh, no. It was due thirty minutes ago.” You quickly explained the topic you were writing about in class before getting side tracked. “My professor had said he would allow it to be turned in the next morning, but I doubt he actually meant it.”

     He smiled a wide grin, making butterflies flutter in your stomach. “You go to the university nearby, right?” 

     You nodded in confirmation, raising an eyebrow. “If I’ve got any luck, there’s a chance you go there too?”

     He laughed a little, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t, sorry. I’ve visited campus a few times because some of my friends go there, but I just usually focus on work.”

     His gaze was tilted upwards towards the sky, and you couldn’t help but admire how the exhaustion still shone in his eyes, but somehow that same passion gleamed there too just mentioning what he did for a living. You wished you were that passionate about something that would actually support you financially in the future and make you happy.

     When he glanced back at you, you were still taking his essence in, and he made a look of confusion. “What?”

    You shook your head, chuckling. “Nothing. I just admire that you can dedicate yourself to something and make it seem so easy.” He looked at you, interested to hear what you had to say, even though you were sure you couldn’t be the first person to tell him this. “I haven’t even known you for more than ten minutes and I can already tell you’re passionate about what you do and if you’re stressed about it, it must mean you’re dedicated to seeing your work through, and that’s more than enough to admire and appreciate, especially when that can be so difficult sometimes.” You finished your short tangent, looking back up at him to see him staring intently at you, seemingly in awe of what you’d just said. You felt a blush creep onto your face as you quickly blurted out, “Sorry- I didn’t mean to be so straightforward and weird like that- I sound like some crazy secret admirer or something...”

     The crickets chirped in the silence between the two of you, and it felt like it would never end.

     “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind havin’ a secret admirer. I mean, wouldn’t be so secret, but...” You saw the smile creep up onto his face. “It’s nice being appreciated. Nobody really tells me that kind o’ stuff, so... thanks, I guess.” 

     The heat on your cheeks didn’t go away by any means, but you grew more comfortable with it as you mumbled, “Maybe I wouldn’t mind admiring you.”

     Now, it was the boy’s turn to blush, and you smiled at how his cheeks grew redder with every passing second, and how his subtle grin spoke a thousand words he didn’t need to say.

     “Miya Osamu.” The boy’s hand came into your view as he extended it for you to shake. “I own Onigiri Miya across from the grocery outlet.”

     You smirked, grasping his hand in yours as you said, “L/N Y/N. I own an official license for being a horrible driver and an ID that proves I’m a sleep-deprived college student and that’s about it.”

     He laughed, shaking your hand and standing up, letting go too soon for your liking.

     Because for some weird reason, his hand felt right in yours.

     Osamu said a quick goodbye, mentioning something about how he should get going and how you should get some sleep before he disappeared down the stone path back into the darkness.

     You stood up not too long after he’d left, your coffee now entirely cold as you plopped the half full cup into the trash can on your walk back to your dorm, not needing the pathetic warmth anymore. Your heart was beating fast and the feeling of Osamu’s hand resting in yours lingered on your palm, and that kept you warm enough.

     Maybe you’d be visiting that onigiri place your friend recommended to you a little sooner than you’d originally planned, and maybe more often than you would’ve expected.

[norarigby]

Sway

Pairing: Atsumu x reader

Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive themes at the end.

Word count: 2k

A/n: I’m actually really proud of this one...I hope it makes sense 😅

It takes two to tango. The dance has to be reciprocated between two people. Each member must contribute to the dance, otherwise it looked ridiculous. Imagine that: a tango with one person standing their while the other gives their all. It’d be ridiculous, silly to watch. So it takes two to tango.

Right?

At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you down your second glass of wine that night. You really didn’t have anything to worry about. It was a night to celebrate! Your boys had claimed silver in volleyball for Japan in the Olympics. And since at least of half of the starting lineup came from the MSBY Black Jackals, you had been invited to help manage the team. In all honesty, the boys seemed more excited than you.

The Olympics had been an emotional rollercoaster of ups and downs, but in the end, you were proud. They had worked hard and to celebrate, had come to a nice restaurant, that Osamu had recommended, to celebrate.

You looked up from your menu to where the man himself was making recommendations to everyone at the table. Speaking to deaf ears, he described some complex dishes and their contents to Hinata and Bokuto. They were really trying to listen, but both were still riding their high from the game. That or they had already begun to crash. You chuckled into your glass as you sipped your third glass.

“Unless you’re planning on being tipsy before we even get our food, maybe slow down on the wine?” a voice from your left spoke.

You glanced over to two russet eyes gleaming at you, brimming with mischief. You rolled your eyes, “I can hold my own, thank you very much. Besides, what do you care if I get a little tipsy? We’re here to celebrate,” You flicked his chest, “Loosen up a bit, ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu placed his hand on his chest in mock hurt, “Hey, I just don’t want to have to take care of your sorry ass if you get drunk. And I am plenty loose,” He held his own drink up as evidence. “See?”

You just responded with another chuckle and returned to your drink and menu.

So the dance had begun.

Atsumu came into your life about a year, year and a half ago. Freshly graduated from university, you were able to land a job as a team manager for the Black Jackals. Not exactly what you were picturing as your future, but hey, it’s a start. And from the moment you saw Atsumu, it was hate at first sight. Seriously. The guy radiated douchebag energy. And the first time he opened his mouth confirmed that.

Regardless of your attempts to interact with him as little as possible, his attempts to get closer were too persistence and you two became close. There had been many a late nights, after practice or otherwise, where a simple text would lead to some insane adventure with him. Long conversations in his car or on your balcony, binge watching a new series, or just even when either needed another person. Your friendship with Atsumu was something you cherished.

So when you realized you had caught feelings, you began your elaborate dance of trying to balance both. On one hand, you wanted to keep what you had. On the other, you wanted more. But even if you could read him in every other situation, you had no idea if he felt the same.

Hence, you’re weird tango with the pro-volleyball player, Miya Atsumu.

Each time you made a forward remark or moved to touch him on his shoulder or arm or even brush hands? It was like cautious movements, testing the beat of the music and always looking to the other person for cues. Back and forth, this dance had been going on for at least the past eight months or so. You didn’t have the courage to take that step forward—and if he felt the same, it seemed he didn’t either. So you both were at a stand still.

The third glass went down and you tried to shake off your overthinking tendencies. What will be will be, and you were here to celebrate! Take a slice out of your own advice and loosen up! You smiled and joined in a conversation that Iwaizumi was having with Sakusa.

Everyone ordered their food and it came out soon after. The rest of the meal went by fine. The table reminiscing and exchanging stories and laughter. They were oblivious to yours and Atsumu’s brief touches, stolen glances, and whispered jokes and comments made about what was going on around you two. You felt more warm with each contact and hushed word spoken—and the wine settling into your system was not helping.

By the end of the meal it had become too much. You turned to Iwaizumi and asked him to pay for you, promising to Venmo him later. When asked what’s wrong, you flushed red and came up with a weak excuse about being a little too tipsy and wanting to turn in early. You slung your purse around your shoulder and bid everyone a good night, not daring to look at Atsumu.

You rushed outside, thankful for the slight drop in temperature. It was warm, but not unbearable. Slapping your hands against your cheeks, you tried to shake off your anxiety from tonight. It had all become too much, too fast. You could deal with that in the morning, but for now, you should try to get back and take a warm bath.

“Hey, are you alright?”

A slight sway to the music. A move that required a response.

“I’m, uh, yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

A hesitant step.

“Y/n, you look like a tomato. How much did you drink tonight?”

A step more confident than the last. Not quite one that requires an intimate move, but a bold one nonetheless.

“Not much. I’m just going to head back; call it a night.”

Turning to him stopped you in your tracks. You had more to say. Something about reassuring him and telling him to go back inside to enjoy himself. But his eyes, those eyes! They held such a loving gaze so full of sincerity and concern that you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.

A moment passed. Then another.

Finally, he spoke, “Then I’ll take you back.” Past his eyes, you couldn’t read the rest of him. His body moving out of sync with the music. It was strange and foreign, unreadable.

No, I’m fine. Go back inside. “Okay.”

He led you to his car and to say the tension could be cut with a knife was an understatement. That tension weighed heavy on the short car ride. It suspended the music and made both of you terrified to disturb the silence.

Atsumu parked in front of the building and got out to walk with you. No, your head was screaming at you, Tell him not to walk you to your room. Too afraid to usurp the quiet, you held your tongue and let him walk you to the elevator, take the elevator with you, and walk you to your room. All in the loudest silence you’d ever heard.

Reaching you door, you were at a loss for words. Do you invite him in? Confess everything that you’d been feeling all night? Give him a curt goodnight and turn him away? You deemed the latter option the best, planning on thanking him, wishing him a goodnight, than swiftly enter your room.

You fished the card out of your pocket and held it up, “Well, this is me.” But you remained, unmoved. Possibly curious as to what he was going to say or do. Wondering why he was staring at you so intensely. This was different than the look he was giving you in the front of the restaurant. And why was he so close? You could feel his hot breath on your nose and it sent chills down your back.

Slowly, he grabbed the card out of your hand and unlocked your door. Still staring at you, he opened the door. You took a tentative step back into the room and he took one to counter. The music still held its breath, these were just pickups, a set up for the rest of the dance.

This continued until you were both in your room, the door closed. Your back was pressed against the wall adjacent to the closed door and Atsumu had once again closed the gap so you could feel his breath on your face.

“Atsumu~”

“Y/n, I want this, I want you. I have ever since I first met you. I want you, y/n. And I know that what I want would ruin our friendship and so I waited. I waited and waited and tried to be patient but I’m tired of waiting.” Atsumu searched your eyes for a confirmation to a question he really hadn’t asked. “But I’ll continue to be patient if that’s what you want. I’ll walk out that door right now and we can pretend like this never happened.”

Taking a bold move, you reached up and brushed your fingers across his cheek. His eyes briefly stopped searching yours so he could revel in the contact and lean into it.

“But I don’t think that’s what you want.” He opened his eyes, his intense look continuing its search.

A million things rushed through your head, excuses, explanations, anything. Your head was swimming and your heart was pounding and the music still held its breath. So in a split decision, fueled by a combination of liquid courage and adrenaline, you grabbed his collar and kissed him.

Immediately, he put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. Atsumu was warm and sure, oh so sure. He always had been. His presence was always comforting, and this intimate moment reaffirmed that.

You pulled back, breathless. It was your turn to search his eyes. You searched and searched for any sign that would tell you that he’s lying. That he doesn’t want this as much as you, that you’ll just be another prize on his shelf. But all you saw was the same loving gaze that told that he did want this as much as you, maybe even more.

You lightly drew your thumb over his bottom lip, “I want you, Atsumu. I want you and I don’t care if it ruins what we have as long as I get to have you.”

His lips cracked into a huge smile and you decided that it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. He kissed you again and again, smiling through each one.

When he stopped his barrage, you couldn’t stop smiling like a giddy school girl, “So, what happens now?”

“Hmm, well I have some ideas.” He lifted up your shirt slightly and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Only if you’re up to them, of course.”

Your grip on his collar tightened, but your voice remained cool and collected, “You know I’m always up for your ideas.”

He smiled and pecked your lips once more before picking you up and placing you on the bed.

In the morning, golden light rested on Atsumu’s face, making him look ethereal in the morning glow. A sleepy smile stretched across your face as you kissed his lower jaw.

It takes two to tango. And even if the dance is over, shrouding the future in uncertainty, for now, life was perfect.

(Posted November 26, 2020, 02:30PM MST)

(Updated December 18, 2020, 11:22PM MST)

[obaby-me]

Hey there buddy would u plz do a headcanon the guys reacting to mc being drunk and she confesses her feeling for them in a cute manner

Drunk confessions are never recommended.

But they are hilarious.

If you or someone you know is about to confess while drunk, do them a favor, and buy them another drink. They’re gonna need it.

Lucifer

Lucifer hardly ever lets go on a night out with his brothers. He has to remain the sober one to take them home without them destroying the town. So he nurses a drink, that gets him just tipsy enough that the giddy drunk in him just peeking out into a smile.

“I love when you do that,” you giggle from beside him, swaying and bumping into his side.

“Oh?” He asks, raising a brow with interest. “When I do what?”

With a grin you point to his face. “Smile! I wanna do that,” you tell him your voice slow and drawn out.

Leaning towards you with a chuckle, he bumps you gently back. “You’re already doing that. Your face is practically made up of only a smile right now.” He teases.

“No!” You protest with a laugh. “I wanna make you smile,” you slur, fingers tracing his lips, and then prodding up the ends to his cheeks. “I wanna be the one to make you smile. I wanna do it every day.”

He’d have been annoyed by the child-like display if he wasn’t so charmed by that adoring look in your eye as you stared at him.

Lucifer can feel himself flush and his smiles widen. “You already do that too,” he assures you as pulls your fingers from his face, a tender look in his eye as he wraps an arm around you pulls you into his side. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek when he thinks no one is watching.

But they all saw it. No one dares to say anything about it though, not when he looks happier than he has in a long time.

Mammon

Mammon’s been having the most wonderful time. Drinks are a plenty on the tab of Lucifer, and the alcohol’s been boosting his boisterous nature to new heights. He’s clung to you most of the night, dragging you about as he fetches drinks, chats up other demons and swapping tall tales to boost his ego, and attempting to convince other patrons into some games by which to gamble. No one’s taken him up on the offer yet.

“This my human,” he announces to everyone he meets. He doesn’t generally bother to give your name. He’s too busy keeping the attention on himself. When the inevitable question of your relationship comes up, a blushing Mammon is quick to deny it. “I—it’s not like that!” He’ll stutter. “As if THE great Mammon would have any interest in a human!”

You and no one else believe him.

One demon attempts to take the teasing just a step too far and wraps his own arm around your waist, tugging you to him. “Well, I certainly have an interest,” he drawls, leaning into your ear. “I could love ya, honey, since he won’t,” he offers.

“No, thank you,” you say pushing away from him with an awkward laugh back towards Mammon, swaying as you do so. The second-born is quick to catch you. Looking at the demon, teeth bared, he growls in a way your rarely hear from him, “Don’t touch my human!”

There’s laughter amongst the surrounding demons and he’s quickly pulling you outside of the bar, desperately in need of air for his burning face.

You’re giggling behind him, adding to his mortification, but as you stumble, you grip tight to his hand throw yourself on to his arm for support.

“Don’t you worry, human, I’ve got ya.” He says with a soft smile. “THE great Mammon won’t let anything happen to ya. Won’t let anyone take ya from me,” he says as he pulls you into him, burying his face out of your sight. He knows he’s saying it more for himself than for you. The demon’s comment eating away at him.

There’s some silence and you can feel his embarrassment radiating off of him. But he refuses to let you go. “He wishes he could love you,” he hisses, after much contemplation.

“You know, if you said you loved me, I’d tell you I’d love you too,” you whisper into him, your fingers tracing hearts into his back. With wide eyes he pulls back to stare at your face in utter disbelief.

With a smile, you take his hands and place them against you, and begin to rock side to side as if dancing with him, trying to distract him from his mile a minute thoughts. And that giggle and that spin, did it perfectly. You were too cute to deny a dance. He’ll worry about how to tell you he loved you properly later. Maybe.

Leviathan

He’s fuming, he’s furious at having been dragged into this night out with his brothers only to be abandoned at the booth with his drink. Lucifer had confiscated his D.D.D. in an effort to get him to talk with people, though the

Levi was deep in thought, trying to strategize a way to steal his phone back and make it out alive.

“This is exactly why I hate—hate— normies!” He seethes, screeching his hate for them again, another rant rolling—the fourth in the last hour. He had been constant flipping screaming his hatred to lamenting into his drink. Speaking of which, was now empty.

“D-do you really hate all normies that much?” He heard a soft whisper from beside him. You slid into the booth beside him with another drink for him. You had been refilling his drink for him, spending your time beside him.

“Yes,” he said in his fury. “They’re the worst.”

“Even me?” You ask as you push the drink into his hands and taking the empty one from him.

Levi’s head snapped to you.

“No! Never you. You’re a normie but you’re also my Henry!” He explains quickly. “You should know that!”

You smile back at him, giggling as his face flushed as he attempted to backtrack.

“I know,” you assure him. Your body tilts and leans against him. Red trailed from his face and travelled down his neck, his body going rigid. For a time you stay there, sipping at your drink.

“J-just how much have you had?” Levi asked, unable to comprehend the intimate contact as something you would willing do.

“Not enough,” you say with a laugh. “They call this liquid courage but I’m still so nervous,” you admit.

“Ugh, I know what you mean! There’s so many people, and it’s so loud—“ he begins. You cut him off with another laugh. “That’s not what’s gettin’ me,” you say with a bit of a hiccup.

“What is it then?” He asks with some concern.

You hum as you swirl your drink in its cup, the turn to him eyeing him, assessing him for some unknown criteria. You smile gently at him, reaching a hand up to cup his brightly blushing face, coaxing a noise of surprise out of him.

“Do you think I could ever be more than a Henry to you?” You ask as you a thumb over his heated skin.

“M-more?” He practically shouts.

“Henry never kisses the Lord of Shadows,” you murmur leaning in. “I wanna kiss my Lord of Shadows,” you breathe against his lips, waiting for him. Levi’s heart beats so hard he’s sure he’s dying.

“Y—you do? You mean it? Really?” He asks, requiring further confirmation. You nod happily at him, smile brighter than any star, and he thinks surely he has died and returned to the heavens. Eagerly, he meets you halfway for a kiss that he’ll wish he remembered later.

Satan

He’s not entirely sure if you’re listening to him still at this point, but he doesn’t much care. You’re both inebriated to the point of nonsense. He’s not even sure what the subject of the initial conversation was, or how he got to the current topic, but you seem quite happy simply listening to him, your head in your palm as you lean on the bar. Your face is flushed, your eyes lidded, and your smile content—it’s a look he’s finding to be more intoxicating than his spirits.

Your lips start moving, interrupting him suddenly. He has to take a moment snap his attentions from his meandering eyes and babbling mouth to concentrate on his hearing.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said, your brain, it’s sexy,” you repeat.

Satan was rather stunned, and could only blink blearily at you in return given how many glasses he’d himself.

“But, you know, I know something you don’t know,” you giggle into another sip of your drink.

“And what’s that?” He asks tilting his head curiously, leaning towards you.

“I think the rest of you is sexy too.” You say poking at his chest with a bout of laughter. He can’t quite tell if you’re telling the truth or just teasing him, and he feels his face flush with more than the alcohol this time around. He’s quietly staring at you contemplating, overturning the statement again and again in his head.

“Hey, did you, did you hear me this time?” You asked fidgeting with no real response from him. The way you redden with embarrassment dissolves any doubts.

“S—say it again,” he asks, leaving his seat to wrap his arms around you, with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

You repeat the message, faltering slightly given the proximity, and he demands of you again, “say it again.”

And that’s all the rest of your conversation for the night, repeated requests for you to say it over and over again, between, spurts of laughter and sloppy kisses.

Asmodeus

“You know what I like about you?” You say swinging your drink towards him.

“Everything?” Asmo asks with a winning smile, his slung around your shoulders.

“Yes.” You reply with a nod that came out of sync with the drawn out word.

“You and everyone else, darling. But I’m so happy to hear you finally say it!” He says, squeezing you against him.

“No, no!” You whine in protest, pushing against him. “More than anyone else!”

Asmo only laughs, pouring another drink. “Oh, honey, of course you do! Everyone says that. And even if they don’t they certainly think,” he says with a wink. “I mean, look at me, what’s not to love?” He says with a wave of his hand.

Then raking his hand through his hair he leans in close. “Do you finally want to know why they call me the Avatar of Lust?” He coos into your ear.

“No.” You pout. “Not yet,” you admit shyly, turning your face into your drink.

“I just wanna be with you all the time, Asmo. Like, all the time. I just want to hold your hand everywhere we go, and—and hold you while we watch our fashion shows, and I wanna go to all those little trendy cafes and watch you eat all those cute parfaits that make you smile and—and I just...” You’re babbling at this point, slurring your words as you try to define all the ways in which you love him and the croaking sound in your voice indicates to him that you’re on the verge of tears.

So is he.

“That’s what you want from me?” He asks, his heart clenching at the sight of your glossy eyes staring up at him. What a sight. He knows he should feel guilty about the thought, but you were just too cute in your earnestness.

“Do—do you not want that?” You ask hesitantly, looking meek. Your expression, though sad, make his heart flutter.

“I do!” He shouts in return, “oh darling, you really do love me!” He sighs happily as he drags you fully into his lap, rubbing against you.

“B-but, do you think you can love me too?” You whisper, your breathe sweet with your cocktail, fanning against his cheek while he hovers above your lips.

“I already do,” he assures you with a soft smile. “More than anyone else.”

Beelzebub

“You really like cheeseburgers.” You say with a laugh as you sidle up to Beel at the bar. He holds in one hand a pub burger, and in the other a cup of fries, which he downs like it were a liquid. Stacked plates surround him and the servers are frantic to clear them as servers rush to out more.

“Yeah,” he confirms with a happy nod, turning his attention to you.

You’re staring at him in a way that he is unfamiliar with. Unfocused, with a lopsided smile, your face red from the alcohol you’ve consumed during your drinking games with his brothers. “And you like long islands,” he notes at the drink in your hand.

You look at the glass in your hand with some deep consideration for a moment before suddenly down the half glass in swigs. You suddenly look determined, or maybe angry as you look up at him.

“Are you okay?” He asks with a furrowed brow.

Beel, I—You...” you begin to stutter and slur, “No, wait, I mean—listen, Beel,” you say as you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

“Maybe you should—“ Beel began to say as he wraps an arm around you to pull you into a seat.

“Beel, you are my cheeseburger.”

“What?” He asks stunned, unable to comprehend the statement.

“You like cheeseburgers.” You explain brows furrowed that you had to explain this obvious track of thinking to him, “and I like you. So you are like my cheeseburger.”

Beel laughs, and he laughs hard, and for a moment, your face drops, an overwhelming wave of embarrassment at his laughter crashing over you. But before you can turn away, Beel happily sweeps you up in his arms, and then into his lap. “I like you more than a cheeseburger,” he tells you as he holds you tight in one hand while the other returns to snack. “You’re much cuter, for one thing.”

Belphegor

“Belphie,” you drunkenly whine, “Belphie!” You slip into the booth beside him, moving leaning in close to Belphie’s ear as he tries to put his head as far into his arms as he can.

“I’m sleeping,” he tells you, irritated. The world around him was too noisy, too crowded. He wished he’d never agreed to come out here.

“Belphie, please. It’s important!” You insist, stomping your foot on to the ground.

How cute. You have his attention now.

He turns his head to look at you, your face red as can be, and he’s certain it’s not just the flush of the alcohol. “What is it?” He asks.

“Asmo says, he says,” you start, only to pause and try to remember the rest of the sentence, “that you like brunettes!” You state you’re face curious, almost worried about the answer.

“Asmo says a lot of things. I don’t care about hair color.” He says with a roll of his eyes. “What does that matter?” He asked curiously.

“Because I want you to like my hair,” you say as you slump down next to him, mimicking him by laying your head in shoulders.

“Yeah?” He asks a small smile forming on his face. “Why’s that?”

You giggle sweetly and pull an arm from under you to reach for his hair. “Because, because, I like your hair. I love it, I love it,” you mutter as you twirl your fingers around some strands.

“Just my hair?” Belphie asks.

“No, I like the rest of you too. I love it, I love it.” You yawn with a sleepy smile You nuzzle your face into your shoulder, drifting off to sleep, missing Belphie’s wide smile and flushed face, as he scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around you, a hand stroking your hair as he watches you sleep soundly amongst the ruckus of the bar.

[kumkaniudaku]

BROWN SKIN GIRL: ONE

A/N: Consider this the follow up to The Love Tonight. This sounds very reminiscent to @bribrisback‘s Dance With My Father which is amazingly cute. I promise it wasn’t intentional. It’s my fault for literally take a month to finish one prompt. People tend to beat you to things. Still, I wanted to stick with this. I hope you enjoy part one. 

Little bodies danced in sync to classical music as classes at Tillman Dance Studio neared the end of the first block Saturday session. It was rare that Micah wasn't front and center in her designated age group. Also rare was both of her parents and her younger brother making an appearance to pick her up and whisk the little ball of energy to their scheduled Saturday froyo date. Yet, both of these occurrences came to a head when the Boseman family walked through the door. 

"I wish you would stop," CoCo giggled as Chadwick held the door open for his wife and son, using his free hand to graze across her backside when she passed by.

"Well, aren't you singing a different tune. What changed in an hour?" 

Tasha blushed at the reminder of their earlier activities, but just as she opened her mouth to respond, Noah's yelling caught her attention. 

"Key! Key!"

"You looking for your sister? Point to Mikey!" When the youngest Boseman extended his arm to point in his sister's direction, CoCo was genuinely surprised at what she saw. In a corner, Micah sat with her back against the wall and an odd mix of tear-stained cheeks and an angry disposition. 

"Why is she sitting over there? Who made her cry," Chadwick asked. His body language had shifted from loose, relaxed energy to imposing dominance. "I'm going inside." 

CoCo grabbed his hand to prevent forward progress, "Babe, wait."

"For what? Them to hurt her feelings again? Hell no!"

"Aaron!" 

"Nicole!"

Tasha struggled to reign in her husband's emotions as parents in the immediate area passed around judgemental stares. She offered curt a smile to ward off attention before turning back to Chadwick. 

"I know you're mad," she whisper yelled. "Hell, I'm mad too! But we don't even know what happened yet! Can we at least get the details before we start tearin' shit up?"

Chadwick looked back and forth between his wife and his daughter, who hadn't noticed her parents enter the building like she usually did. He couldn't move past the way she feverishly rubbed at her eyes to stop her tears before drawing her knees up to her chest.

"You promise to let me lead the conversation when get in there," Chadwick asked as he finally turned to face CoCo. 

"I'm in the passenger seat on this one, baby."

Every nerve in his body was set ablaze as Chadwick made the tough decision to tuck away his anger and impatiently wait in the lobby. 

The remaining 15 minutes of instruction felt like 15 hours until, finally, the studio door swung open, and little pupils in blue leotards filed out of the room. Micah trudged behind the group with her head down, following Miss Christy until she reached the threshold of the door. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Boseman, can I speak with you all inside of my office for a moment?"

"We can't talk right here," Chadwick questioned.

Parents craned their necks for information, making the instructor's cheeks turn red with embarrassment. 

"I think you'd much rather have this conversation in private. Trust me; we'll only be a few minutes."

Despite promising to take on the supporting role, Tasha stepped in to agree to Christy's terms on Chadwick's behalf. He instead turned his attention to Micah. She immediately reached out for him when their eyes met. 

"It's okay, Princess. Daddy will fix it, okay?" 

He continued to comfort his first-born during the short and mostly silent walk to the administrative area of the building. Finding safety in her father, Micah maintained a tight grip around his neck as he took a seat. 

A soft drip-drop from the coffee maker across the room provided the only sound, working to push both parents to the highest heights of frustration. 

"What happened?"

Chadwick's cold demand for answers frightened the young woman across from him, though she tried to hide her fear. Tasha's equally cold glare didn't ease any of the tension. 

Folding her hands on the table and clearing her throat, Christy began her explanation. "Today, in class, Micah had an...issue with some of the other girls that turned physical. I recommend a break from the pro-"

"So, someone hit her?"

"No, Mr. Boseman, Micah was the aggressor."

"That's not fair! They were mean!" 

Micah's outburst was uncharacteristic for a child that was almost always mannerable. Chadwick took that as a sign to press for more information. 

"Did you ask what caused the altercation? I'm sure there was a reason."

"Micah says they called her a name, but still, violence is strictly forbidden here. Instructors are available if she wants to report a problem."

"Is bullying against the rules too, or do you make them up as you go," Tasha accused before turning to Micah. "What did they say to you, Mikey?"

The little ballerina fiddled with her thumbs and dropped her head to stare at her feet dangling below her. "Emily said...she said I wasn't pretty like them because my skin is so brown and my hair is frizzy. I'm sorry I pushed her, Mommy. But Ms. Christy wasn't looking, and they weren't nice."

Fearful of whatever punishment was next, Micah continued to avoid eye contact. 

"So when my daughter, the only black child in the age group, was being tormented by a group of girls, were you simply unavailable to step-in or did you not care? I'm curious." 

"Mr. Boseman, I can assure you that we are always watching the girls, bu-"

"Oh, so you saw but didn't care until she had to defend herself. Then, the black child gets in trouble for being the aggressor."

"Are you insinuating that this matter is about race," Christy accused. 

"I'm asking questions. Were you paying attention when Micah was being picked on? Did you ask everyone what happened? Or was she punished while the others were left untouched?"

Christy opened her mouth to speak several times as she looked to CoCo to step in and stop the questioning. 

"You should answer him," she advised. 

"I-I," she stammered, tears threatening to spill. 

"The answer to all of my questions is no, but you don't need to tell me that. You don't need to tell me anything because we're pulling Micah from the program. How should I pay the remaining tuition so that we leave in good standing?"

Chadwick's declaration stunned the other adults in the room, including Tasha. 

"Mr. Boseman, I'm sure we can work something out. Maybe a short break? A meeting between all of the parents?"

"I don't want to meet about a damn thing. I've made a decision. If we need to pay by check, my wife keeps the checkbook. I have my credit card if you'd rather do it that way. But we will not continue to have our child come to a place where she isn't welcome."

There was no room for discussion despite Christy's multiple efforts. Chadwick had made his decision, and it was final. Fifteen minutes and a hefty check later, the family of four walked out of the dance studio Micah had called home for two years. 

After strapping both children into their seats and entering on their respective sides, Tasha smiled at her husband, who was still reeling from the moments prior.

"Where to next, Captain?" 

He thought for a moment, looking in the rearview to find Micah looking back at him. "You still want froyo, Princess?" Her bright smile instantly lifted the mood and alleviated the tension held hostage in his shoulders. Looking back at Tasha, he returned her smile and started the car. 

"Pinkberry it is." 

Frozen yogurt was a quick fix to the issue, but there was still a bleeding wound beneath the bandage. 

As Tasha helped Micah choose her outfits for the upcoming school week, Micah silently ambled around the room. She hadn't said much outside of alerting her parents when she was hungry or ready to play by herself. Instead of pressuring Micah to talk, she was allowed to sort through whatever was in her mind until she was prepared to share. 

"Mommy." 

"Yes, sweetheart?" 

"Am I ugly because I'm brown?" 

The hangers in Micah's closet roughly collided as CoCo lost focus and dropped the dress in her hand. Tasha whipped her head around, her eyes softening when she found her daughter sitting with her knees to her chest. 

"Of course not. You're beautiful." 

"Well, how come they said I was? I just wanted to be friends, and they were mean. What did I do?" 

CoCo could feel her heart and mind going through a range of emotions. On the one hand, she was upset to the point of rage. Someone had destroyed all of the self-esteem they had instilled from the day she was born in one day. On the other hand, she had to fight the urge to cry to stay strong for Micah. 

Placing the dress across a chair in the corner, Tasha moved to sit next to her daughter and pull her into a hug. 

"Sometimes, people are going to be mean to you because you look different than they do, and it's gonna suck. It might even make you wanna cry. But it's because they aren't taught better at home, not because you aren't pretty or smart or anything else. Do you understand?"

"No," Micah muttered before snuggling closer to her mother. "I want friends that like me, Mommy. And I wanna dance too."

"You'll have friends, baby. They'll be the bestest friends you could ever have, not those mean girls that make fun of you."

Even though she acknowledged Tasha's statement with a head nod, Micah was still hurting. And her hurting was automatically transferred and magnified in her mother. She and Chadwick always knew that their kids would face these issues in their environment. But this situation felt like a punch to the ribs. 

When Tasha finally trudged back into the master bedroom, she found her husband silently pacing around the room while scrolling through webpages on his iPad. 

"How'd it go," Chadwick asked without looking away from his device. 

Taking a seat on the chaise near their bed, CoCo kicked off her house slippers and sighed. "She thinks she's ugly because she's brown and I did a shitty job of explaining that people are terrible. So, that's how it went." 

"You told her she's beautiful, though, right? She knows that it's because she looks different than the people in her class." 

"Baby, a six-year-old just wants friends that aren't mean. And, if we're completely honest right now, telling her that only non-black people will dislike her for her skin is a lie. Some of us are going to give her the same shit." The weight of knowing they were only at the tip of the racism and colorism iceberg made Tasha's stomach turn with an uneasy feeling. 

Sighing, Chadwick took in CoCo's words as he placed his tablet on the bed and motioned for her to slide over in the chair. 

"Raising kids is tough work," he spoke, the words coming out in a rush of air. 

"Hell yeah, it is. I feel...powerless." 

"We are doing the best we can given the circumstances. Especially you," Chadwick encouraged while pulling CoCo closer to his side. "What we can do is continue affirming Micah in every way and putting her in spaces where she doesn't have to feel so different." 

"So, we're moving to Wakanda?" 

"Absolutely. Let's pack our shit." The pair shared light laughter despite the issue at hand. When the moment passed, silence began to sit over the room as they both settled into their thoughts to come up with a good solution. "Can I show you something?" 

Tasha nodded while her eyes curiously followed her husband's movements to the bed and back with his tablet. 

"I know you usually take the lead on this stuff, but I would love to see Mikey do something like this. The program director is nice, their reputation is stellar, and the students that give it their all tend to succeed." 

Colors from the various pictures and videos that filled the screen danced across CoCo's face as she examined the website. Chadwick apprehensively watched her face while she browsed to gauge his wife's reaction. He couldn't decide if his efforts were appreciated until Tasha's poker face warmed into a bright smile. 

"This is amazing, baby! How soon can we sign her up?" 

"Surprise, she's already signed up. Her first day is next weekend." 

Tasha's grin continued to spread across her face as Chadwick smiled back at her like a child and made jazz hands for dramatic effect, "I should've known Dad would come to the rescue." 

"We're a team, baby," he correct, kissing her forehead. "But you're gonna need to step back when we go teach baby girl these dance moves. I can't have you confusing my baby with your two left feet." 

Chadwick skillfully dodged a pillow flying through the air as retaliation for his dig at CoCo's dancing skills before sliding out of the room to give Micah some much-needed attention. 

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[idonthaveanaccent]

LOG 20

Here’s another post, click here for the list of chapters (aka logs) before this one if you haven’t read this far!

Fredrick sighed as he stood on the docks of the shipping yard. Species and aliens of all kind mulled around him, talking in all sorts of languages. He frowned as he pulled his jacket tighter around him. The hood he wore his his features, and hopefully his race. Humans had only been a part of the USL for twelve years. He didn't want too much attention plastered on himself. 

He pushed forward. People shifted around him, both annoyed and willing to let him pass. Fredrick pulled his sleeves up to scratch at his scars. They were bugging him today. 

Whenever he got antsy they itched. He didn't like it. It was a constant reminder of a dark time of his life, one he wished to not repeat. 

Fredrick muttered a few explicits under his breath as people began to shove him. He quickly pulled his sleeve back down and bowed his head. It took him a while, but he eventually reached his destination. 

The museum was small, one that had been founded by a family that lived on the docks. It didn't have much in it, but Fredrick wanted to check it out. While they were docked here, he wished to see the sights. Even if they weren't something that was incredibly interesting, he knew he'd enjoy them. 

Fredrick opened the door. He looked around, his ocean blue eyes drinking in everything. There were glass cabinets filled with various different objects. He saw old space masks, rocks, various suits, a few planks of wood, and other stuff. The room was cool and he shivered slightly. It felt just like walking into a museum back on Earth. It was something he enjoyed. 

There were hardly any people in the museum, only a few who stood by glass cases. Fredrick could see what looked like a couple, a man and his kid, and then a group of teen looking aliens. Fredrick pulled his hood tighter. He then walked over to one of the display cases. 

The owner stood behind a counter, sorting through a series of cards. He was a burly creature, with layers of muscles rippling over his body. He was covered in thick, orange fur and resembled Chewbacca from Star Wars. He didn't have as much fur in the neck region though. He might've actually been a male Grangle. Sil'keen had similar features, except she was a light brown color. Fredrick wouldn't ask him his species, though. Who knows what that could instigate. 

Fredrick looked at the display case in front of him. It was pieces of a ship that had been famous. It was called the Rebel Rider. Fredrick swore he recognized the name, but couldn't quite place it at this moment in time. He frowned, rummaging through every corner of his mind trying to find the answer to his question. 

"Daddy, what's that?"

Fredrick jumped. He quickly looked to his right and saw the father and kid. The father smiled down at his kid, a tentacle wrapped tightly around him. Fredrick was pretty sure they were K'Lonian, just like Xylion. The father resembled Jenzon, with red scales. However, he had blue skin flaps instead of purple. The kid was a soft blue and had purple skin flaps. The flaps were longer as well. Perhaps a female? 

"That is a piece of the Rebel Rider. Captain Tylerion piloted it."

"Really? This is an actual piece of it?" The kid exclaimed, their purple eyes widening.

The father nodded. Fredrick frowned as he looked back at the plates of metal. That's why he recognized it. Xylion's brother's ship. "Hey, Mister?"

Fredrick jumped as he looked down. The kid was looking up at him, their eyes wide. "Yes?" He asked, his face shadowed by his hood. 

"Do you know who Captain Tylerion is?"

"Yes, I've heard of him before."

The kid grinned. "He's a famous hero back at my home. I want to be a captain just like him!"

Fredrick smiled. "You'd make a great captain."

The father smiled. "She would, wouldn't she?"

"What do you do, mister?"

Fredrick was about to respond when suddenly the sounds of alarms sounded outside. Fredrick flinched as everyone inside looked around. The owner vaulted over the counter and hurried to the door. He pressed a few buttons on a pad by the door. Beeps filled the room, and suddenly metal plates slid over the windows and the doors swung shut, locking. The owner turned around towards them. "Everyone, get to the back room! There's a threat outside. It'll be safe inside there!"

The owner filed them all inside. Fredrick put a hand on his belt, fingering the gun that was attached to it. Who knew what was wrong outside. Fredrick stepped into the room last, the owner quickly closing the door behind him. He pressed another combination into the pad, and the sound of the door locking was heard.

Everyone who was in the museum was huddled inside. The little girl cling to her father. The couple pressed into a corner, their many arms wrapped around one another. The teens glanced at one another, fear clouding their eyes. Fredrick scratched at his scars again. This was not an ideal situation. 

The owner looked at them, clearly distraught. "My apologies. I don't know what's happening outside, but it's enough to call for an emergency shutdown of every shop. We have to wait in here until they issue a message telling us it's safe to come out." 

Everyone nodded. They settled down and laid claim to different areas of the small room. Fredrick sat down and bowed his head. He did okay in crisis, thankfully.

"What are we going to do?" The first person asked their romantic partner.

The other shook their head. "I'm not sure."

"We have to wait this out." The owner said, looking towards them. 

One of the teens shivered, wrapping their body around one of their friends. "I'm so scared."

Their friend nodded, their two heads bobbing in sync. "I don't know if I can handle this."

Fredrick looked between all of their scared faces. He frowned, looking down. Suddenly, the owner spoke. "Don't worry. I'm sure the USL is working on saving us. I wouldn't be surprised if they're already here."

The little girl nodded, mucus coating her round cheeks. Her father had mucus dripping from his forehead as he held onto her tightly. "The USL will protect us. I believe in them."

Fredrick pulled out his communicator. Perhaps a message had been posted about what was going on. He frowned as he scoured through it. Suddenly, he got a message. Fredrick opened it. 

Isaac: Yo, where the hell are you? 

Fredrick: I'm at a safe room in a museum at the docks. 

Isaac: Damn. 

Fredrick: Any idea what's going on?

Isaac: Not really. Me and Quinn are pressed behind crates. There's people wandering around with guns, I think. I heard gunshots.

Fredrick: Shit.

Isaac: I've tried to get in contact with those still aboard the ship, but nothing. 

Fredrick: Who's there?

Isaac: Sil'keen, Zellnor, Micheele and Tilorian. Everyone else is out.

Fredrick: What about other USL ships?

Isaac: I don't think any others are out there. 

Fredrick: Great, we are going to have to deal with this.

Isaac: 'Least we know combat.

Fredrick: Yes, I guess so. Protect the civilians.

Isaac: Same to you boo.

Fredrick rolled his eyes as he turned off the communicator. He kept it secured in his grip as he eyed everyone else. The little girl stared at him, blinking her three eyes. "Mister?"

"Yes?"

"What's your name?" She whispered. Her father gently squeezed her and looked at him with pleading eyes. 

"Fredrick." He said, smiling. "Fredrick Matthews."

The girl nodded. "I'm Gracielon."

"It's nice to meet you, Gracielon."

Her father looked at him. "I'm Ulestron."

"Pleasure." Fredrick said, nodding towards him.

One of the couple looked at them. "I'm Olyvorio."

Their partner then spoke. "Instronum."

"I'm Hastrovengle." One of the teens said. It was one who resembled a snake.

"Yxlece." The second teen said. This one looked kind of like a human, but they had a trunk.

"Hey, I'm Pristin." The third teen said. This one had two heads, both of which looked the same. Only one spoke though, so maybe they were similar to Siamese twins.

The owner fidgeted slightly. "I'm Par'keen."

Everyone mumbled their hellos, and then they descended into silence. Fredrick shuffled slightly, trying to get more comfortable. However, he was cut off by the sound of banging outside.

Gunshots.

Gracielon whimpered, pressing her face into her father. Hastrovengle, Yxlece, and Pristin all huddled together, similar to what Olyvorio and Inatronum were doing. Par'keen stood up, and stood by the door. He held a metal bar in his hand that he had taken off the wall. That would do pretty much nothing against a ranged weapon.

Fredrick stood up and walked towards the door. Par'keen looked to him. "Fredrick, I recommend that you stay back."

"Actually, sir, it is you who needs to stay back." Fredrick said as he unzipped his hoodie. He pulled his hood off, and heard a few gasps behind him. He tore it off and then showed Par'keen his USL badge. "I will protect you all. Stay behind me."

Par'keen nodded as he stepped back. Fredrick pulled his gun out of the holster and cocked it. He stepped back enough and then pointed it towards the door.

The sound of footsteps was heard. Fredrick bit his lip and readied himself. His finger brushed the trigger. The door was unlocked, and then it opened.

Fredrick looked up. Standing there was a figure dressed in black with their head wrapped up, hiding their identity. Fredrick quickly aimed his gun as they raised theirs. He shot their thigh, causing them to Yelp in Lin and hit the ground. Fredrick pulled them inside and shut the door. He quickly grabbed his hoodie and tore it, creating strips that he used to tie the fiend up and bandage their wound. They could be used for information.

He quickly pulled out his communicator. Fredrick called Isaac, who answered.

"Fred, what's wrong?"

"I've subdued one of the gunmen."

"Really? That's awesome! Keep him in place so we don't lose him."

"That's the plan." Fredrick said as he pushed the attacker into a corner. Par'keen held onto his gun, and was standing in front of the civilians. Fredrick nodded in thanks to him. "I've gotta go. He's bleeding. I am praying I didn't hit any important veins or something."

"What is he, Fred?"

Fredrick frowned. He reached up towards the wrap. The figure attempted to fight back, but could not. Fredrick gently unwrapped the mask, and then his jaw dropped.

"Shit."

[velshie]

First Meetings - Kingfield

A/N: It’s a long one boi’s. forgive me because it has been a long damn time since I have written anything, so I’m rusty in my writing, grammar, and all that jazz. It’s not perfect but I did want to contribute to the Kingfield fandom too. Welp, enjoy!

The first time David met Dwight was around the campfire when he was so kindly chosen by the entity to join the trials. He never took notice of the man, not really, he gave off the first impression that he was quite the weak, sniveling kind that David would go after when he was just a lad in uniform before he was kicked out and sent to a new school just to repeat. He had grown out of such things, he preferred to pick on someone his own size or bigger to feel the adrenaline thrum through his bones and to help blow his ego up a little more if he won. The rest of the people that he has met around the fire seemed to have a respect for him. Not even the grudging kind of respect that came with being around someone to long but the kind that made it seem that they looked at this scrawny man almost for guidance, how absolutely bloody ridiculous is that? This man, a leader? Stupid if you ask him.

Dwight had come to say hello, but David wasn’t going to have it. He glanced away from the campfire to look him in the eye before leaning towards him “Piss off mate before I throw ya in the campfire and we ‘ave cooked weasel.” The thinner man looked surprised and more than a little offended at the threat but was smart enough to walk to the opposite side and avoid eye contact looking from surprised to dejected. Not that David gave a rat's ass but the ladies were outraged at the treatment and the quiet Asian man sent him a nasty little look that David caught in the corner of his eye. Bigger than Dwight, but smaller than him, doesn’t seem like he would be much fun in a brawl but if he was challenged, who was he to say no? However, it seems the entity had a different idea as he was chosen for a trial along with Nia, Meg, and of course Dwight.

Great. Ain’t this going to be a successful trial.

They appeared in what seemed to be a large plot of land with long, thick patches of cornstalks. From what David could see, there seemed to be only one, large tractor and he couldn’t help but pray that they were broken and he would not be running from a giant hunk of machinery. It seems that the girls may be in the trials together while he was stuck with Dwight. David rolled his eyes, of course he would be stuck with him, now he was going to have to be the big dog as this wimp probably cowers behind him.

“I can tell you aren’t my biggest fan, but I need you to listen to me for just a sec here.” David looked down at Dwight, startled that he had said anything. “I have done these trials for god knows how long and trust me, they aren’t pretty. As long as you don’t go in blind and we work together, you may get out with just a gash or two.” David scoffed, before walking away. Work together? Is this guy completely out of his gourd?

“I don’ fuckin’ think so mate. What, ya think I’m going to sit and hide in the cornfield? Ya maybe a bloody coward, but I sure as ‘ell ain’t.” He heard Dwight blow a bunch of air out of his mouth in frustration.

“I’m not asking you to hide in a cornfield. I’m asking you to be smart.” David could almost feel the insult on the tip of Dwight's tongue that he was smart enough to keep to himself if he didn’t want a fist to his face. “Stick to the generators, I’ll be there to help. We do five of those and we are out the door with as little bodily harm possible. If you have to hide, then I strongly recommend it to keep you alive.” David shot Dwight a look as if he told him a stupid joke.

“Do I look like a bloody mechanic to you? Generators? Get fuckin’ real. I’m going to make that fucker cry for ‘is mum.” David cracked his knuckles and grinned if everyone was so afraid of this bloke then he must be a good time for a fight. However, Dwight didn’t look very impressed, actually, he was looking at him like he was quite stupid.

“David. Do you see those hooks over there?” He said as he pointed to the hanging meat hook swaying in the slight breeze. David felt suddenly unsettled, he had to admit he had not seen those when he took a quick look. “If you’re caught, your body is going to be swinging on that like uncut deli meat. Personally, I’d like to see it not happen to you but if you want to go playing fisties with a killer, be my guest. But I would like to survive, so you can come and do a generator with me or you can be the liability. The choice is yours, friend.” With that Dwight, walked off behind a corner of a wooden fence, not even looking behind him as he went out of sight behind a large wooden panel. David casually followed suit, seeing Dwight working on a red, fairly rusted up, generator without even glancing at his direction as David came to his line of sight. ‘Well slap my ass and call me sally, the guy actually ‘as a spine.’ David thought with a smirk, sinking down to a crouch as he fiddled with the generator. Davids smirk, dwindled down to a frustrated grimace, as he fumbled his way through the cluster of wires. ‘I have no idea what the fuck I’m even doing.’ He made a frustrated hum as he grabbed the green and blue wire, fusing it together only to cause the generator to blow in his face loudly, making him cover his face to make sure nothing got him in the eye.

“Shit, we gotta hide!” Dwight said urgently as he tugged on Davids' bicep firmly before he let go heading into the large cornfield patch near them. David followed in suit, wanting to see first hand what he was up against. The scrapper felt his hair stand, his heartbeat growing louder in his ears and the feeling of an overwhelming presence coming near. He swallowed nervously as he and the small leader stayed crouched within the thick stalks trying to keep his breath steady as his heartbeat became louder. Then he saw him and for the first time in years, David actually felt fear settle in his belly at the sight of the behemoth of a man with an off white mask caked in dirt and dried blood, bits of metal embedded in the skin of his arms. He glanced at Dwight, who looked him in the eye and put a finger to his mouth, signaling to keep quiet. ‘Oh yeah, like I’m gonna go ask ‘im over fer tea.’ He thought deadpanned. Dwight put his hand on his arm, David was unsure if it was for his benefit or Dwight’s, but it grounded him enough to focus on his breathing. The large man glanced around briefly before kicking the ever-loving shit out of the generator they were working on, causing it to spark. He suddenly turned to the locker, ripping it open, then slamming it closed when no one was in it. He walked towards them and David felt himself freeze in place and stop breathing altogether. He felt Dwight sweaty hand slide down and clasp at his wrist and squeezing it firmly. The man hunting them all down walked past them briskly, neither of them moving as they heard his footsteps getting quieter and quieter, then no sound at all except for the wind and the mechanical sound of the broken generator.

They both let out a loud breath in relief, Dwight letting go of his wrist to rub at his face, his glasses moving up to his forehead as his fingers went beneath his glasses then perched messily onto the tip of his nose. “Okay, let's try and fix this before he comes back or worse, finds one of the girls.” He said, fixing his glasses and hurrying himself to the generator. David quickly followed his lead, hauling ass to try and finish the hunk of junk, Dwight instructing and encouraging him to finish. They heard a pop of the generator coming to life, and both sprinting away from it as fast as they could, they heard two more generators going off in sync, making Dwight laugh merrily as they are all rushing, only having two more generators to go before they can get the hell out of here. David couldn’t help but look in awe at how lovely he looked when he laughed.

As the two started another generator, they saw Nea come sneaking by, hiding in the cornfield while keeping a hurried pace. Dwight had always admired that trait of hers, he always wished he could be that quick, but alas he was a slow walker no matter if he was crouched or not.

“Hello boys, I would love to ask if you need help but I already know that you do.” She said with a smirk as she put down her toolbox and went at it. Dwight snorted at the comment, but said nothing to dispute it, he knew that when it came to generators it was a case if ‘The more the merrier.’ and with two tool boxes? They’ll get this generator back in no time.

“Where did Meg go?” Dwight said keeping his eyes out for the Trapper and their redheaded track star. Nea shrugged, not once looking up from the generator. Dwight was always on the lookout and would always give them the warning if he even caught wind if the killer. He was always the better multitasker anyways. “Don’t know. I’d put my money on giving the killer the runaround though. Trapper was heading in her direction when she finished off her generator.”  Dwight's mouth settled into a thin line, concerned of the younger girls well being, but he knew better. No one could catch up to the track star unless they duped her, if it was the Pig or Legion, he would be a little more worried. But with the Trapper, he had no doubt that she would run him around until they were done.

“Okay. Then we can’t let her down, am I right?” Nea smirked and continued working. When they were finished they hopped on to the next and then to the next to finish the last generator. They heard Meg cry as the Trapper cleaved her in the shoulder, making Dwight stop. David glanced up at the brunette, then to where he heard the woman cry, only to hear another not so long after.

“Shit, girl down! I repeat girl down!” Nea hissed. She didn’t turn to where the girl was knocked down. She just gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and-

A blood-curdling screaming traveled through the area Dwight face turned grim and David who looked horrified.

“I’ll be back. You two do the generator and I’m getting her off the hook.” Dwight nearly took off, until a large hand grabbed his, dwarfing it in size.

“I think it’s m’ turn ta be useful now, don’ ya think?” David said, given the leader a lopsided grin before getting up and tugging him near the halfway done generator. Dwight frowned, grabbing David’s wrist to keep him from letting go of his hands.

“You're new! You need to learn the ropes first, I can’t just stick you out into danger with no issue! It’s my responsibility to make sure you get out of this trial alive and informed, You could be next on that hook!” David snorted, no way. The guy might be good but David has never backed from any challenge or fight.

“Listen, m’ faster, bigger an’ stronger than ya, so have some faith. Also, you're faster than me on those stupid things, so you should stay. ‘S no mither, mate.” He said as he grabbed Dwight’s wrist and gently pried his hand off him, but didn’t let him go.

“Look, ya proved to be not a bad guy ta follow. I see now that yer nervous but not cowardly and I can fuckin’ respect that. But ya know that it would be better to send me in.” Dwight looked like he was going to protest that statement until Nea stopped working and let out a frustrated groan.

“Let the big guy get her Dwight! Or else she’s going to get gutted by the entity before you guys wanna finish you dick measuring contest.” Dwight’s face went as red as a beet and David couldn’t help the thought of ‘cute’ cross his mind before Dwight took his hand back. He looked unsure and he hesitates with his movements, but in the end, he agreed.

“Just...Just be careful. When you grab Meg run to the North side and we should have that open for you to go.”

Nea also popped her head up to look at him “Meg might be hobbling and in pain but she’ll know where to go. She might also curse you for your stupidity, but don’t worry, she’ll forgive you back at camp.”

“Gotcha.”

“Fly you fool.” She said urgently before David looked at Dwight, saluted and took off in the direction where Meg is hanging. Nea looked at Dwight with a raised eyebrow and smirked “I think that’s the closest thing you’ll get to an apology from earlier. I still think he’s a giant dick but hey, you managed to charm him like the rest of us.” Dwight looked at her confused, looking like he was going to respond but decided to drop it. He wanted to get this trial over with as soon as possible.

David ran as fast as he could to where the girl hooked, only slowing down to a crouch when he heard the heartbeat indicating that the killer was near. As he hid behind the giant roll of hay, he could hear the girls strangled sounds of pain as she swung of the hook, the curved end protruding out of her grotesquely, blood staining her clothes and clotting around the wound. David gritted his teeth and looked up in time to see the giant go off in the opposite direction. When he was out of sight David rushed forward, grabbing her from the armpits and hauling her off with a slick noise from the open wound.

She looked at the ground, seemingly trying to catch her breath before she looked up at him with a pained glare. “Are you gonna just sit there or are you going to patch me up you- Oh. It’s you.” She said, voice absolutely deadpanned before she started healing herself with the medkit she had brought into the trial with her.

“You’re new, and I’ll forgive you for not knowing what you're doing In term of taking care of your teammates but I don’t care for you much after what happened at camp.” She said as she finished up healing, looking like she had never even been hooked in the first place. ‘What in the fu- never mind not important, I’ll ask later.’

“I know, not m’ shining moment, but right now I’m followin ‘is lead. Dwight told me ta go fer the north side of the exit once I’ve grabbed ya.” Meg looked a little astonished for a brief moment, blinking at him like he had grown a second head.

“Huh. Listening to him now after being-”

“Such a major cock, yes I know.” David finished, making Meg smirk.

“Well, since you’ve admitted it, I guess we can head there until they’ve-” all the generator lights went on and an alarm sounded through the area. The two athletes looked at each other and Meg bolted in the direction of the door. As they reached it, she didn’t hesitate to crank the handle down with all her strength. It went by slowly, almost too slowly.

As the second light came on they heard their heartbeats pound in their ears, looking at each other in panic, they looked towards the third red light flickering before it became fully red and three loud alarms went off as the door opened.

They saw Dwight and Nea running like a bat out of hell with the killer quickly descending on them. Nea and Meg rushed out of there but David just couldn’t leave Dwight on his own.

“David, move your fucking ass!” Dwight shrieked, grabbing the rugby players had and dragging him into the fog. They heard the cleaver swing down behind them, only to hear it connect with something sharply. David looked behind him to see the killer being blocked of by black branches. Standing there menacingly.

“Have you not watched a horror movie before? First rule, don’t look back!” With that Dwight tugged on his hand harder as they kept running into the fog until they saw the light of the campfire where they started.

“Wot th’ fuck was that,” David said breathlessly, looking at Dwight who was bent over trying to catch his breath still.

“That...Was...A trial.” He said, gasping for air. David frowned as he straightened the thinner man up, lifting his arms above his head.

“You won’ get any air in ya if yer all crumpled up like that luv.” David chortled, putting a finger underneath Dwight’s chin and tilting it up to looking him in the eye. “Tilt yer ‘ead up, so ya can actually ge’ some air.” Their eyes met and there was a delay in reaction as Dwight stared at him, mouth agape before turning completely red.

“A l-little close don’t you t-think.” The shorter man stuttered, choking on his words as he averted his eyes. David grinned leaning in closer to the flustered man.

“Mhm, an’ what a treat. Can’ believe a called ya a bloody weasel, I was either daft or blind.”

If Dwight got any redder, his head would probably pop off. Putting his hands down to cover his face, dislodging David’s fingers from his chin.

“A-are you flirting with me? It feels like your flirting..” his voice was muffled and barely clear, but David heard him.

“Guess ya can say I am, yeah.” David teased, grabbing Dwight’s wrist to pry it away from his face.

“B-but why?” David could help but find it cute how Dwight couldn’t look him in the. Such a contrast from the anxious but brave leader he met in the trial.

“Ya proved yerself. Ya were a great leader and ya showed bravery in a situation tha’ woulda made grown men piss ‘emselves. Can’ say many ‘ave my respect but you? You blew me outta th’ water mate.” David’s tone dropped low and Dwight looked at him in awe. “I also ‘ave a thing for bossy men.”

It was adorable how absolutely flustered and outraged the leader looked at the same time. “I-I am not Bossy!” They both heard a snort, looking to the side where Nea grinned cheekily at the display she was exposed to.

“Oh no, you're definitely bossy. C’mon love birds, you guys can continue your mating ritual near the fire. She patted David hard on the back making him grunt. “Glad to see you saw the light, but if you fuck this up like you did at your arrival, I’m leaving you on the hook newbie. If your gonna fuck something, make sure it’s his juicy twink a-”

“Nea please for the love of god!” Dwight cried out as he fell to a crouch in embarrassment, hands above his head still being held by David who was in tears with how hard he was laughing.

“Alright alright. Come on let’s go homo’s.” She said as she lifted Dwight back up and pushed both the boys back to the campfire.

[parchmints]

JuLance Day 26 - First Kiss

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day 26/31 - First Kiss

set directly after day 22 (Confession)

(Big, big thanks to @riptidelance for betaing this one. She did LOTS of heavy lifting on this so BIG LOVE)

Day 26: First Kiss

If Lance wasn’t drenched all the way through to his skin, if the rain wasn’t pelting against him and sliding down his face to his collarbone, he would think he’s dreaming. As it is, there’s no way to deny it--Keith is standing in front of him, wet and wide-eyed, and saying words Lance could never even hope to hear--

Keith said he loved him.

“So, that’s--that’s what I got. What about you?”

Lance stops. His heart stops, his breathing stops, coherent thought stops, and even time itself might have stopped. The only thing that hasn’t stopped is the unrelenting rain making their clothes more water than fabric at this point.

Lance knows Keith asked him a question, knows he expects an answer, but all he can do is stare. There are no words forming in his mind which means there’s no hope for him to form them with his mouth either, so he looks at Keith instead.

Keith is staring back, eyes big and expecting, violet and clear. His hair sticks to his temples and his forehead, and it curls onto his jaw like inky black tendrils that pop against the lightness of his complexion. His skin is flush--either from the coldness of the rain or the embarrassment of his confession, or both, and the water almost makes him glisten.

Beautiful, he thinks as Keith breaks eye contact and scowls at the ground.

It occurs to Lance then that he’s being very rude and Keith needs him to answer.

But he doesn’t know how to answer. Because it doesn’t make sense.

“I don’t understand,” he says, so quiet it’s hard to hear over the rain. Keith looks back up at him, confusion furrowing in his brow.

“What do you mean you ‘don’t understand’? I think I made myself pretty clear.”

“I--but you like someone else!”

“What? Where did you get that?”

“Pidge said you told Shiro there was someone you really liked--”

“You!” Keith spits, hands flying over his head. “I was talking about you. I’ve never liked anyone while I was up in space except for you. God, I knew you’d do this.”

“Do what?”

“Think I was lying to you! But I’m not, okay? I really feel this way. There’s no one else.”

Keith stares at Lance with the same kind of fierce determination he has when he’s about to take down a whole unit of Galran sentries. He’s unflinching and bold in his declaration and Lance feels shocked all over again.

Lance shakes his head, tries to get it in proper working condition again, and asks, “Why?”

Keith lets out a small huff of laughter, but it sounds defeated, and Lance feels a pang of remorse. He doesn’t want to put Keith through this or make it harder, but he knows he can’t go forward unless he asks.

“God, Lance, lots of reasons. You’re--you’re the kindest person I know. You’re always making sure everyone’s okay and if they’re not, you do whatever you can to help. You always look so happy after we save a planet or rescue some refugees because you love making a difference. You pretend you’re not upset when you are so you don’t worry anyone else. You just--everything is always about other people and you always think of yourself last and sometimes that infuriates me, because you don’t take care of yourself or let others take care of you, but I can’t really be mad at you because--”

He watches Keith prattle on as Lance’s eyes widen at every passing sentence and the heavy, weighted dismay that’s lived in his chest for the past six months miraculously gets lighter. He lets out a shaky breath as he listens, his breathing and heart rate both out of rhythm and out of sync because Lance feels so much. So much that he’s worried his knees will give out by the force of it. It’s a whole whirlwind of different emotions--ones that mesh and meld and others that conflict and contrast. There’s joy from every compliment that Keith lists off, there’s grief for all the lost time they wasted, and there’s a deep, full feeling of fondness because Keith.

But above all, there’s clarity; because Lance is starting to get it. The haze is lifting, the debris in the road is gone, the blockade is down, and he’s starting to see.

I love him, he thinks. I’m so in love with him.

And this time, the thought doesn’t fill him with dread, but something warm and bubbling and happy.

He loves Keith.

And Keith loves him. Keith is in love with him.

And he has a whole laundry list as to why.

“--I like that Yorak loves you. I like that Krolia loves you. I love how much you love your family and the way your eyes light up when you see them. I think you’re funny, even if I roll my eyes at you and I just--”

Lance is moving now, taking a couple of confident steps forward until he’s only inches away from Keith, because now that all the barriers between them are gone, Lance doesn’t see any reason to keep his distance.

Keith isn’t looking at him, instead looking at the ground as he continues to spell out all the ways he loves Lance, too preoccupied to realize Lance is right there.

“--I don’t know what else you need, but I just...I love spending time with you and whenever it’s just the two of us I’m really happy and I--”

Lance finally makes his presence know, heart fluttering in his chest, and cups Keith’s jaw with one hand, gently guiding his face so that they’re eye-to-eye. Keith stops talking at the contact, sucking in a breath, and his eyes widen when he sees Lance’s, already lidded.

It’s achingly slow at first because neither is brave enough to surge forward, both a little stunned by what’s happening, but Lance isn’t stopping. He inches forward, his eyes landing briefly on Keith’s lips before they’re out of view and they look shockingly pink and slick with rainwater. He feels a hot, shaky breath hit his own lips and chin, and it’s so inviting, so in direct contrast to the cold rain surrounding them that he knows he’ll take refuge there to warm himself.

It’s all happening in molasses slow motion, anticipation mounting, but Lance is almost there, has almost reached his own little version of nirvana. Then, with a final push forward, Lance captures Keith’s top lip between his.

Keith doesn’t respond immediately, but it only takes him half a second to compose

himself before he tangles his lips with Lance’s and clutches at his jacket while Lance raises his other hand up so he’s cradling Keith’s face with both palms. At first, Keith’s lips are cold from the rain, but they quickly melt into pliable warmth with every slide and brush.

And Lance, too, feels himself melting, feels his insides turn into heated honey and when he feels Keith’s tongue just brush his bottom lip, he’s sure he’ll end up a puddle on the floor at any moment.

He holds it together though because he’s not done. The way Keith enthusiastically moves with him, tilts his head in tandem to get a better angle on Lance’s lips, makes Lance greedy. He’s spent so long wanting this, thinking about this, that he can’t get himself to pull away, especially when Keith doesn’t seem to want to either. Keith’s hands move to Lance’s hips and he lets a thumb brush against the skin by the hem of Lance’s shirt and it’s intoxicating because there’s no denying it now. Keith loves him and Lance can feel it with every careful touch, with every movement of his jaw beneath Lance’s fingers.

Too soon, they have to break away--both needing some air--and when Lance opens his eyes it’s like he’s seeing color brighter and clearer, especially because he’s got a great view of freshly kissed Keith. Keith’s cheeks are flushed, his lips reddened and slightly swollen, and his eyes are dark and soft as they return Lance’s gaze.

Lance brushes his thumb back and forth against the soft skin of Keith’s cheek, then gently moves some wet hair out of his face so he can enjoy the view better. Keith is staring at him, unbelieving, almost like he’s a ghost and Lance starts to smile. The smile turns into a full-face grin, balloons into giggles, and then bursts into trembling belly laughs.

Lance moves his hands to grasp at Keith’s upper arms as he buckles over in laughter, his forehead resting against Keith’s shoulder.

“Why are you laughing?” Keith asks, voice husky from their first kiss, but full of amusement.

Lance lets himself get a few more good laughs out before he answers, “I’m happy.”

Keith tenses beneath him and Lance raises his head so they’re eye-level again.

“You are?”

“Mm-hm”

“So, you--”

“Yeah,” Lance says with a sweet smile, moving another lock of hair out of Keith’s face. “I’m kind of stupid in love with you too.”

Keith’s breath catches in his throat as his eyebrows fly into his hairline, but then his face softens and he smiles sweetly at Lance. His hands coming flying up and grasp Lance’s hood, then with a good, strong pull, Keith crashes their lips together again.

At first, it’s a little difficult because Lance is giggling against it, but when he wraps his arms around Keith’s middle and brings him flush against him, it becomes less funny.  

After several blissful moments, they pull away again and Lance takes the break as an opportunity to pepper Keith’s face with kisses. He delights in the way Keith smiles big through the kisses and seems pleased by the onslaught of affection. Lance has spent months wanting to show Keith how much he adores him and now that he’s got the chance, he’s going to do a very thorough job of it.

Lance presses one last, lingering kiss on his cheek when he feels Keith shiver in his arms. It’s then that he realizes they’re still sopping wet and in the rain; Keith was so warm against him that he completely forgot.

Lance uncoils himself from Keith and takes one of his gloved hands within his. Keith smiles at the gesture and promptly interlaces their fingers together.

“Come on,” Lance says with an easy smile, “let’s go get cleaned up.”

“Okay,” Keith says, quiet before he sneaks one last kiss in.

Lance leads the way back to the house, his whole body buzzing with adrenaline an affection as they walk--Lance and Keith, hand-in-hand.

[nextcassie]

Your Scent 4

Summary: Nothing could have prepared you for the shit storm that was your junior year of college. Discovering you were an omega was only the first discovery in a long line of complicated ones. Thank goodness Min Yoongi was there to help.A story about college and discovering what you like and don’t like in both romantic relationships and friendships.

Abo Au - University AU

Pairing: Main-Min Yoongi/Reader ; OT7/Reader

Chapter words: 5128

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Scent Marking, Marking, Mating/Bonding

 Scent marking is done by rubbing the gland in your neck against another person’s. The gland is located on the right side of the neck, where the neck meets the shoulder. Scent marking happens in a few different situations. The most common is that when children are still young their parents will scent mark the child to keep them calm and remind them that they aren’t alone. The other most common is between individuals who have a close relationship, normally romantic or as heat partners. Some friends may do it to help their friends during times of distress, but it’s pretty uncommon and usually only done between omegas.

 Marking is done by leaving a physical mark without breaking skin, so basically a hickey or love bite on the scent gland. This is done solely by individuals who are linked either romantically or are heat partners. Marking partners during heat is preferred because normally after being marked for a month or two their heat cycles or rut cycles will sync, making it easier for the individuals involved. Marks can be any color really. They just look like a discoloration on the skin, some are purple, pink, or even white if the person has dark enough skin.

 Mating and bonding are essentially the same thing. Mating just refers to the traditional couples one would normally see and bonding refers more to anybody who has chosen to become tied together. You’ll notice that Jimin tends to use mate as most South Koreans would because it’s more of a traditional country as opposed to the reader who uses bonded who is originally from the United States. A mating or bonding mark is created by biting the scent gland and breaking skin. This mark remains on the skin unless someone chooses to get it surgically removed. It also tends to combine the scents of the two people who have mated.

 OO00OO

It was the Tuesday after Jin’s party and you were absolutely dreading your music composition class. How could you possibly look Yoongi in the eyes? You had really let yourself go… all over his thigh.

You shook your head, but didn’t really have time to dwell on it. You took a deep breath and walked into the classroom. You let out the breath you were holding in when Yoongi wasn’t there.

 “(y/n)!”

 You turned confused at hearing your name. You didn’t know anyone in this class.

 You saw a very cheery looking Kim Taehyung waving at you from what was normally one row in front of where you sat. He was sporting a boxy smile and messy bed head. You walked over to him.

 “Hello Taehyung…ssi,” you said. He laughed at that.

 “I am the same age as you and Jimin so drop the formalities,” he said, waving it off. “Come on sit by me. Normally no one does.”

 You moved to sit next to him. It’s not like it could be any worse than sitting next to the two girls you were sitting with before.

 “I didn’t know you were in this class,” you said. “I thought Jimin said you were a theater major?”

 “Oh I am, but on the off chance that I ever want to write a musical or something this class would be pretty helpful.”

 You hummed in agreement. You were about to respond, when your words died in your mouth when Min Yoongi walked into the room. He was looking as handsome as ever with his messy black hair and oversized sweatshirt and ripped jeans. You cleared your throat uncomfortably adverting your eyes and began to take out your stuff.

 You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with Min Yoongi the entire class. You felt so awkward. To make matters worse is that Taehyung didn’t notice it at all. The guy was totally in his own world. You didn’t even think he was listening to the lecture.

 When the class was over you both gathered your things to leave. You thought it would be as simple as that, but Taehyung had other plans.

 “Yoongi hyung!” Taehyung greeted, walking toward Yoongi. His hand found its way around your wrist and he lightly tugged you after him.

 The two of you ended up in front of Yoongi as he stood relaxed at the front of the room.

 “Taehyung, (y/n),” He said nodding his head in greeting.

 You nodded your head back before suddenly finding the wall behind him appealing. You felt like your face was heating up as his gazed lingered on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at his eyes, knowing your mind would flash back to the way his skin felt against yours.

 “I need help with my homework,” Taehyung said.

 “We live together,” Yoongi said. You could hear the scoff in his voice at Taehyung’s words.

 “But, so does (y/n),” Taehyung cut in. You turned to him eyes wide and that’s when you noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. You turned back to see a skeptical looking Yoongi.

 “Taehyung, you need to stop dragging people into your ridiculous plans. Her expression is telling me she had no idea that you were going to ask for that.”

 “Heh, figured it was worth a shot.” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

 “That being said, if you ever need help you can just message me,” Yoongi said, looking at you.

 “I don’t have a way to do that,” you replied.

 “Can I see your phone for a second?” Yoongi asked.

 With little hesitation, you handed it to him. He opened it and he raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the screen.

 “No lock?”

 “I’ve got nothing incriminating on my phone, so I don’t see a reason to have one.”

 “If you’re going to continue your friendship with Taehyung I would recommend it.”

 “Hey!” Taehyung protested, but Yoongi cut him off.

 “All of my contact information should be entered. Never hesitate to call if you need anything.”

 For the first time in a while you met his eyes and saw how serious he was. Min Yoongi would definitely keep his word and come if you called him.

 “I will if I need anything.”

 Yoongi offered you a small smile.

 “Well, I have to get going so I’m not late to work, but I trust that the next time I see the two of you, your homework will be done.”

 “Yes sir!” Taehyung said with a laugh.

 Yoongi left and you and Taehyung left after him.

 “You know I get it now,” Taehyung said.

 “Get what?” you asked.

 “The reason that you and Yoongi hyung are Jimin’s new OTP,” he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well see you soon!”

 Before you could say anything, Taehyung left you behind. You let out a sigh. You definitely weren’t prepared for the shit storm that is Kim Taehyung.

 OO00OO

  “Hyung, I need a favor.”

 Yoongi glanced at Jimin who was on the couch across from him in his dorm. He had claimed that he was waiting for Taehyung to arrive, so that the two of them could go out to eat. Jimin had come into his dorm about thirty minutes ago and Yoongi wasn’t oblivious to the looks the other was giving him. Truth be told the following weeks after the party Yoongi had felt a little awkward around Jimin. How does one tell Jimin that they have the hots for his new best friend and roommate?

 “What is it?”

 “I need one of your leather jacket and… maybe a pair of your boxers.”

 Yoongi scoffed.

 “Why? Your heat was last week. Besides normally you borrow Jungkook’s stuff.” Yoongi caught the twinkle in Jimin’s eyes and knew that he was in trouble.

 “Oh, it’s not for me.” The smirk on Jimin’s face was enough to make Yoongi weary. “I’ve got a friend who wants to use it.”

 “That’s not sketchy at all. Why exactly would I do that?”

 “Maybe because if you did then you might get to be their next heat partner.”

 “I don’t know them, so I’m not interested.”

 “Oh trust me you would be interested if you knew who they were.”

 “I don’t suppose you’re just going to tell me who it is?”

 “I promised them I would keep their identity a secret.”

 Of course, Jimin did. Three of Yoongi’s friends happened to know way more people than they should, Jimin was one of those people. Although Jimin was undoubtedly somewhat shy at first, it didn’t take long for other people to warm up to him. So, he had a lot of friends around campus. He was also an orientation leader last year and interacted with a lot of people during that time. It would be hard to try and figure out who this friend was.

 “Come on hyung trust me!”

 “The last time I trusted you with something like this I never got my jacket back.”

 “Not true! (y/n) gave you your jacket back.”

 “This and that are two different things. That was an emergency and she wouldn’t let go.”

 “Don’t lie you liked it! You were all brimming with alpha pride about helping her the next day.”

 “Jimin, you’re being ridiculous.”

 It was at that moment that Yoongi’s other roommate, Hoseok walked in carrying a duffle bag with his dance stuff. Yoongi let out a sigh of relief and Hoseok just looked at them both confused.

 “What’s got the two of you so heated?” Hoseok asked. He walked over to his room and chucked the bag into it without a second thought. He walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and came back.

 “Yoongi won’t let my friend borrow his leather jacket for their heat!”

 Yoongi scowled at Jimin. It was like the other was tattling on him to get him in trouble.

 “I value my leather jackets and don’t lend them to anyone.”

 “Yeah, but you wear them all the time so your scent is really strong on them. That’s why I want to use it.”

 “Jimin, hyung really likes those jackets…” Hoseok defended.

 “My friend is going to suffer without them!”

 “Then they can ask someone else,” Yoongi protested.

 “That’s just it. They don’t want someone else’s stuff they want your stuff.”

 “Can I propose a solution?” Hoseok asked. The two of them turned to him. “Hyung why don’t you just wear a sweatshirt all the time in the dorm to make your scent really strong on it and then Jimin can give it to your friend. That way you can keep your precious leather jacket and Jimin’s friend is still helped.”

 “I’d be willing to do that,” Jimin said. He was grinning at Yoongi knowing that he had just won the battel.

 “Fine.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “If I don’t get my sweatshirt back I’ll never trust you again.”

 “Deal! Now about that underwear…”

 Why did Yoongi ever think being friends with Park Jimin was a good idea?

 OO00OO

 “<em>So why are we buying all these baking supplies</em>?” Mark asked.

 He grabbed the flour you needed from the top of the shelf and placed it in the cart.

 “<em>For some reason the last time I had my heat I was craving these Christmas cookies my mom used to make</em>,” you responded.

 “<em> Ah… that explains what all this is</em>,” Mark said, glancing at the cart.

 There were two different sheets as well as a new mattress cover that protects the mattress from liquid. You weren’t going to let your second heat take you buy surprise this time. You were going to be fully prepared this time.

 “<em>My heat is in a few days</em>.”

 “<em>Oh I’m well aware of it. I can smell it on you</em>.”

 “<em>That’s weird and a bit creepy</em>.”

 “<em>I can’t help it. It’s an alpha thing. I also have a better sense of smell than most, so it’s just something that’s obvious to me</em>.”

 “<em>Don’t worry I know. I guess I’m still getting used to the fact that people can scent me better now that I presented. It was weird when Jimin just looked at me this morning and said ominously that I needed to start preparing for my heat</em>.”

 “<em>Did you… umm… did you decide to uhh…</em>”

 You wanted to laugh at how hilariously awkward Mark was. Compared to Jackson who was normally loud and blunt, Mark was pretty mild and tactful with his words. You had maybe only seen him mad once, even then saying mad was a stretch. He was actually more annoyed than anything. He did sometimes find it hard to ask personal questions and it came more so from him not wanting to be intrusive than out of embarrassment. He always tried to respect others. He said it was something that his father instilled in him from a young age and he would never be able to unlearn it. However, sometimes you wished he would ask a bit more of you or tell you more personal things about himself. He just wasn’t the type of guy to share all his secrets though.

 “<em>No I decided that I wanted to try and handle my heat on my own. It’s only a quarter heat, so it should be pretty mild</em>.”

 “<em>I guess there’s no not awkward way to ask this, but do you need something with my scent on it</em>?” Mark asked. He scratched the back of his neck. “<em>An alpha scent is supposed to help a lot. After your friend yelled at me I sort of did some reading up on omegas because he was right. Jackson and I never really knew too much about omegas. Just the stuff that’s in sex ed class. We both have only dated betas. All the things I read said that an alpha scent really helps, especially if the omega feels comfortable with the scent. I figured we’re good friends, so it might help</em>?”

 Mark kept babbling on about the things he had learned and really it was endearing. Mark had always been the silent caring type that sort of tried to do nice things for people behind their backs. The question was, would you need something with Mark’s scent? Jimin had promised you he would get something for you with Yoongi scent discreetly, but he hadn’t said anything about it for a few days now. You didn’t know if that meant he couldn’t get something or not.

 “<em>I’ll get back to you about that</em>,” you replied.

 “(y/n)?” a voice asked.

 There with a shopping cart in front of you was none other than Yoongi. He was dressed casually in ripped jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. Standing next to him was a mildly confused looking beta that you had never met before.

 “Yoongi…sunbae,” you greeted hesitantly.

 Yoongi wasn’t really paying attention to that though. There had been a secret part of him hoping that the person who wanted his scent was you. However, he doubted it was considering the tall and handsome alpha standing right next to you. The alpha himself seemed like a slightly awkward person, but you were perfectly at ease being next to him. Normally, any omega who smelled like they were so close to heat would be careful of who to keep around them. The way the other alpha was staring him down as if he was sizing him up was also an indication that said alpha must be close to you.

 “Hi, I’m Hoseok,” the beta said, catching everyone’s attention. “I am one of Yoongi’s roommates.”

 “Nice to meet you,” you replied. “I’m (y/n), Jimin’s new roommate. This is my friend Mark.”

 “Ah you’re the one Taehyung keeps saying is trying to steal Jimin away from him.”

 “Oh I didn’t have to steal him away, he came to me on his own,” you joked. “Well, I’ll leave the two of you to shop. Have a nice day.”

 You and Mark walked away. Yoongi was thankful you were out of ear shot when Hoseok spoke again.

 “You know you like her right? You were totally sizing up the other alpha.”

 “Shut up.”

 OO00OO

 You glanced around the room to make sure that you had thoroughly prepared everything. You had asked all your roommates for advice and they had been more than happy to give you some.

 Mina had said that it was always smart to keep a tub of clean water and some soap in the room. If you ever wanted to shower, but weren’t sure you could make it to the bathroom to shower, it would come in handy.

 Dahyun had suggested that you buy a small minifridge. It put quite a dent in your wallet, but the idea of being able to have some fresh food and cold drinking water in your room was to enticing to refuse.

 Jimin had been the one to suggest making sure there were plenty of blankets in case you felt the need to nest. He said that he normally can’t settle down without the comfort of the soft fabric on his skin, making him feel secure and protected.

 You had taken all their advice and invested in them.

 “(y/n)!” Jimin called, from the doorway of your room.

 When you turned to face him, he was wearing his mischievous grin on his face. In his hand was a plastic bag with the same sweatshirt that Yoongi had been wearing when you ran into him and Hoseok at the store yesterday.

 “Do you love me of do you love me?” he asked.

 “I greatly appreciate you Mighty Park Jimin,” you said.

 Jimin walked over to you and glanced around the room. He nodded his head approvingly at how you had prepared your room for your heat.

 “Make sure that you keep it in the bag until you hit your heat,” he told you. “Also, as tempting as it is to try and rub your scent gland against the sweatshirt don’t do it. It will just make Yoongi’s scent on it disappear. Also, Mark texted me and asked if you still needed something with his scent on it.”

 “When did the two of you become such good friends?” you asked.

 “We’re not really. We both just seem to have relatively good motherly instincts.”

 “Ha… I’d love to see Mark’s reaction to your words. Well, I’m going to turn in for the night.”

 “Goodnight! Sleep well!” Jimin set the bag down on your desk before leaving the room.

 You stared at it before getting ready for bed. You figured it was best to try and get all the sleep you could before your heat hit.

 It felt like just an hour after you fell asleep when you woke up with a squeezing heat in the pit of your stomach. You felt more than heard yourself whine at the discomfort. Your night shirt now sticking uncomfortably to your skin and your hair starting to dampen with sweat.

 You found yourself peeling off your clothes, determined to get over this wave of your heat. It was only a quarter heat, so if you tried you could probably be done with it by late afternoon.

 Despite the blossoming discomfort in your core you forced yourself from your bed to get the bag on your desk. When you got there opened the bag the comforting scent of pine trees filled your senses.

 You found yourself sinking to the ground despite the fact that your bed was only a meter away. At least this time you knew what you were doing.

 You brought the sweatshirt up to your face while your other hand slid down your body. You felt your whole body react to the feather light touch of your finger across your clit.

 You tried to ease your way into it slowly pressing two fingers to your clit and drawing circles on it. However, with the next inhale of Yoongi’s scent you found yourself rubbing circles harder and faster. Soon you weren’t even thinking about your hands. You were thinking of the way his hands had firmly guided you to grind against. The way his deep voice had felt as he instructed you patiently. You were surprised at how much you wanted him to be the one touching you instead of yourself.

 You knew that when you came to the memory of his breath ghosting against your neck you were seriously in trouble. Especially because the thing you longed for the most was how gently he had held you at the party.

 OO00OO

 “There she is!” Jimin greeted.

 He was currently in the kitchen cooking what smelled like ramen. Which wasn’t surprising considering Jimin almost never cooks real food.

 “Here I am,” you said, with a smile. “Where’s Mina and Dahyun?”

 “Mina’s rehearsing in the practice rooms and Dahyun went out to dinner with friends. So… you’re stuck with me. So I want to know, how was the heat?”

 “It was about what I expected…”

 “Did you use the vibrator?”

 “No, I didn’t have to,” you replied. You felt your face heat up. “Yoongi’s scent was enough to get me through it.”

 Jimin’s eyes widened before he smiled at you.

 “So are you going to admit you like him now?”

 “No, but I’ll admit I’m attracted to him.”

 “Tell you what, I’ll get you a meeting with him. See if I can get him to be your heat partner.”

 “Jimin, you don’t have to—”

 “Call it an odd instinct, but I want to. It’s not really… common for Yoongi to go out of his way for total strangers. Yoongi would have saved anyone in the same situation as you, but he definitely wouldn’t always show the same amount of interest that he has been. Personally, I think he spends too much time by himself, so the fact that he seems so comfortable wants to make me at least try. Let me try?”

 You studied Jimin for a moment, seeing how serious he was. Although you had only known Jimin for a short amount of time you felt like you could trust him. He had gone out of his way multiple times to help you. He had made sure that you felt prepared for your heat and had even gotten Yoongi agree to giving you a sweatshirt with his scent on it.

 “I guess if you want to you can…”

 OO00OO

 Yoongi was annoyed to say the least. Jimin had been constantly asking him to meet with the person he had given the sweatshirt to for about two weeks. It had finally taken the threat of not giving him the sweatshirt back to motivate him to sit down for coffee with the person.

 He had arrived early and chosen a spot to sit down and scope out the coffee shop. Yoongi wasn’t a big fan of cafes because he wasn’t one for fancy coffee. He needed his coffee strong and black in order to function. His bad mood certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that he had only slept about two hours because he had been working on producing a new song for the company that he was working at.

 The last thing Yoongi wanted to do was to meet with some whinny person that probably wasn’t that interested in him. It was probably just the fact that he was an available alpha. Yoongi was also aware that because he didn’t radiate alpha other subgenders thought he was pretty easy to get with. Which wasn’t true at all, considering he wasn’t much of a people person to deal with.

 “Umm… Sunbae…”

 Yoongi had to stop himself from looking utterly shocked as the scent of peppermint flooded his senses. He wasn’t expecting this. He wasn’t expecting you. Some part of him had hoped that Jimin’s mysterious friend was you, but he hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up. However, here you were standing awkwardly in front of him with a bag that had his sweatshirt in it.

 “(Y/n)…”

 “Can I sit down?” you asked.

 Yoongi nodded his head not really sure what to say.

 “So you were the friend Jimin was talking about?”

 “Yeah… sorry for keeping it a secret. It was just kind of embarrassing to ask you directly.”

 “It’s truly nothing to be embarrassed about,” Yoongi stated.

 “Here’s your sweatshirt back. I’m sorry for keeping it for so long. Jimin thought it would be good leverage to get you to meet with me. I removed the scent and everything.”

 Yoongi felt slightly disappointed about that.

 “I figured that would be Jimin’s idea.” Yoongi paused for a moment. “Jimin said you were looking for a heat partner.”

 “I am… and I thought maybe you would be willing to be my heat partner?”

 Your words were unsteady and nervous, like you were expecting to be rejected. How could he reject you though?

 “I want to be your heat partner.” Yoongi watched as you were shocked by his words. Your eyes were comically wide and your mouth slightly open. He found it absolutely adorable. The fact that you expected him to say no was slightly concerning to him, but he would focus on that later. “When is your next heat?”

 “About two weeks…”

 “Mine is in about three weeks. What type of heat is it?”

 “A half one.”

 “Okay, my next one is a quarter. We need to go over some things. If you want the dorms will give me temporary access to your building, but it’s going to require some paperwork on your end. It would just allow me to come in if it happened in the middle of the night.”

 “Yeah we can do that.”

 “Also, I want to set up some boundaries with you. People tend to consent to things they normally wouldn’t during their heats and end up regretting it. I don’t want put you through that. So if you could tell me what you like that would be helpful.”

 Yoongi watched as you looked down at the table before you took a deep breath.

 “I don’t know. I’ve never had sex.”

 Yoongi was stunned to say the least. You were so attractive. Your personality was warm and you had the ability to be so playful. To him you were physically beautiful. The sparkle that appeared in your eyes when something made you happy. He had no idea how you were single and now he had no idea how someone hadn’t tried to get you in their bed all of these years.

 “Okay. Well let’s start off simple. What do you want to be called and what do you want me to call you?”

 “Umm… it would be easier to call you by your name if you don’t mind without the titles… I know it’s a little weird because of Korean standards but…”

 “No, it’s fine. Are you okay with being called omega?”

 “I don’t really know? I think it’s fine as long as I can call you alpha. Since its going to be my first time I want to experience everything I can. If you don’t mind I would like to try marking too…”

 Oh, he had no problem with that. In fact, Yoongi’s blood was stirring in excitement at the image his mind created of you lying naked beneath him with your neck bared to him.

 “Of course we can try it. If you want I can send you a list of things and maybe you can go through it and check off things you would like to try. It might make it easier. You also look like you’re about to die from embarrassment.”

 “Is it that obvious?” you asked. You finally offered him a smile and he returned it with a small one of his own. “If you don’t mind, I would also know what you like as well.”

 “That’s very thoughtful of you, but considering that this is your first time, I don’t want you to worry about it. If you want to help me with my next rut then we’ll worry about it. With the short amount of time you’ve been on your suppressants we should still use condoms. After your first heat we can talk about if you want to change that.”

 Yoongi had to keep the smile off his face as he realized you were definitely picturing what sex would be like without condoms. He felt a bit of pride at how attractive he was to you.

 “Yeah I would like that. I’ll get the paperwork to you soon okay?”

 “Okay. I have to get going to work. I’ll talk to you soon?”

 “Definitely.”

 Yoongi couldn’t stop the smile on his face or the new inspiration thrumming through him as he walked out of the coffee shop.

[blightfics]

THE THIRD WHEEL CHAPTER 4: Wilting Away

Previous Chapter: In My Heart

Next Chapter: More Coming Soon!

Disclaimer:  This story is based from a lot of animes, such as Your Lie in April and Waiting in the Summer. All rights belong to their manga writers and anime adapters.

Author’s Note: If the “Keep reading” doesn’t work, go here for the full post. Since my brother’s drawing monitor is being borrowed by his friend, there won’t be any chapter artworks until some time around March. Italicized narration is told by one of the protagonists, Kyle Collins. And lastly, to pay respects to non-American sports fans, I’m going to call it “football”, not “soccer”.

Tags: @princessstellaris, @mechaspirit, @xo-endlessmayhem-xo, @i-miss-trr, @aquamarvel, @mysteli, @choicesyouplayandmore, @skyila, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @sceptilemasterr, @scgdoeswhat, @endlessly-searching-for-you, @choicessa​, @incorrect-your-lie-in-april

I stand in silence as I watch a girl run across the park, followed by the colors that once brightened my world. My life has returned to a black and white state. It all happened so quickly that I was left stunned for who knows how long.

It all started back when I asked Vivian to hang out with me yesterday...

Recommended Music:  Your Lie in April (YLiA)

Within the halls of Skylia High school, Kyle takes a deep breath and, with confidence, he asks the important question to Vivian.

Kyle: Would you like to go out on a date with me this weekend?

Those very words struck the redhead like Cupid’s arrow as she is left stunned.

Vivian: Wha... WHAT?!

Vivian shakes her head and composes herself.

Vivian: Date?! As in like a... a...

Kyle, realizing the situation, explains himself.

Kyle: Oh! No, I didn’t mean it romantically. I mean...

The boy glances away and rubs the back of his head.

Kyle: ...I was thinking... more of a Friends’ Day Out... Just the two of us.Or we could ask some other friends to come.

Vivian breathes a sigh of relief and giggles.

Vivian: You could’ve just said that earlier. 

Kyle chuckles shyly.

Kyle: Heh... well, Karen and Sam were planning on asking you to hang out with me instead.

Vivian: Either way, the answer is still “Yes”.

The brunet boy looks at the redhead with wide eyes.

Kyle: Really?

Vivian nods with a smile.

Vivian: Mhm. And also, let’s invite Karen, Sam and the others as well.

Kyle grins in excitement.

Kyle: Great! Tomorrow then, at 10 am, in Aryndelle Park.

Vivian: Sure thing.

Everything was set. Vivian said, “Yes”, and I was bursting with joy inside. I’ve never been this happy in such a long time.

The two friends wave goodbye at each other before going to their respective clubs. It is clear in their faces; they’re very excited for the next day.

Recommended Music: Summer Sunshine (YLiA)

Saturday comes and after breakfast and a shower, Kyle quickly goes through his closet to pick the clothes he is going to wear. Karen hangs around near his bedroom door, not looking at her brother to give him some privacy, and chuckles.

Karen: Man, someone’s pretty joyful today.

Kyle smiles.

Kyle: What can I say, Sis? I kinda like Vivian.

Karen sighs in happiness.

Karen: I’m glad.

Soon after, Kyle is all set. He is wearing a red flannel, with an obsidian t-shirt underneath that has a Brachydios design on it. He’s also wearing jeans, black & red shoes, and a key necklace from one of his favorite animes, Attack on Titan. He looks at the mirror as he fixes his hair.

This outfit has always been my favorite and signature. My flannel and t-shirt were given to me by my mom and dad, respectively. They’re gifts for me during my and Karen’s birthday. She got an Espeon jacket and an Absol t-shirt. Lucas, on the other hand, gave each of us a necklace; Eren’s key necklace from Attack on Titan for me and a Ladybug necklace from Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir for Karen. These gifts hold a special place in our hearts. They’re my favorite because I can feel my family’s warm and loving presence around me, even when I’m alone.

Kyle: How do I look?

Karen looks over at him and grins.

Karen: Perfect for her.

The boy makes eye contact with his sister through the mirror and grins back.

Kyle: Thanks.

The twins face each other.

Karen: All set?

Kyle: Yes!

Karen: Then let’s go.

Lucas picks the twins up and takes them to the park. As the two step out of the car, they are greeted by their friends in a gazebo.

Sam: Karen! Kyle! Over here!

Mark: Hey, you two!

Danny: We got some games here!

Elizabeth: And some food!

Ariya: Come on!

The twins grin at each other before turning to Lucas.

Kyle: See you in three hours, Lucas.

Karen: Later, Big Bro.

Lucas: You two, have fun now.

As Kyle and Karen close the car doors and rush to their friends, Lucas looks at them proudly.

Lucas: Are you seeing this, Mom and Dad? I hope you are.

Lucas smiles before driving off. The twins meet with their friends, who are sitting on two benches with a picnic table set up. Sam, Mark and Danny are seated on one bench while Elizabeth and Ariya are seated on the other.

Kyle: What are you guys playing?

Sam: Your favorite, buddy.

Kyle: Monster Hunter, of course.

Kyle pulls out his Nintendo Switch from his bag and boots it on. He sits with Ariya and joins the four-player squad formed by her, Sam and Mark.

Mark: What’s our quest?

Ariya: Bloodbath Diablos.

Kyle: You have enough permits?

Sam: I do.

These three great people are just the best teammates you can ask for. Our synced minds and teamwork is so great that we barely speak strategies at all in the middle of an intense battle. When one of us struggles, the rest just know what to do. The Bloodbath Diablos may be one of the most difficult Monsters in the game we’re playing, but we can handle it. It took some time but this is finally the first time that we beat it without one of us losing a life in the game.

In the game, the Bloodbath Diablos finally succumbs to its wounds and the words “Quest Clear” is shown on the screens of each of the gamers’ Switches. At the sight of those words, they cheer.

Kyle: Yes!

Ariya: Finally!

Mark: WOOHOO!! 

Sam: THERE IS A GOD!!

Kyle chuckles at Sam’s comment.

Kyle: Is that your catchphrase?

Sam: Shut up. I’m celebrating.

As the gamers share laughs and high-fives, Karen and Elizabeth are by the picnic table getting everything ready.

Karen: Make sure to prepare eight plates.

Elizabeth: How come? There’s only seven of us.

Karen: Oh, Vivian will be joining us.

Elizabeth heart sinks as she realizes that Kyle and Vivian might spend more time together. Her kind nature prevents her from causing any conflicts just to be with the boy she likes, so she just goes with it and nods at Karen.

After another quest, the gamers join the two girls. Just then, a voice calls out to them.

Voice: HEY, GUYS!!

They all turn to the source and spot Vivian running up to them. She was wearing  a white T shirt with a star design on it, blue jeans, a star pendant and black sandals. Kyle smiles at the sight of her and runs towards her. While the others smile at Kyle’s happiness, Elizabeth does not. Kyle and Vivian meet at the entrance of the gazebo.

Kyle: You’re here.

Vivian: Yeah. Sorry I’m late.

Vivian laughs and rubs the back of her head shyly. Kyle laughs with her.

Kyle: It’s alright. What matters is that you’re here.

That’s right. Time doesn’t matter. As long as she’s here, nothing matters but her.

The redhead blushes and joins the rest of the group with the brunet boy.

Karen: Hey, Vi!

Sam: Sup!

The rest of the group introduce themselves to Vivian, but as the redhead reaches Elizabeth, the latter just says “Hi” without even making eye contact or sharing a handshake. The black-haired girl continues preparing everyone’s picnic meal. Vivian is left stun but her attention is quickly grabbed by Kyle.

Kyle: Hey, Vivian. Check this out.

The girl approaches the boy as he happily shares what he is playing to her.

Vivian: Oh, Monster Hunter! I’ve seen this before.

Kyle: Really?

Vivian: Yeah, back when...

Recommended Music: Mother’s Dream (YLiA)

A painful memory suddenly flashes in Vivian’s mind as she immediately stops talking. Kyle tilts his head.

Kyle: Back when... what?

Vivian shakes her head and immediately goes to Karen and Elizabeth at the picnic table.

Vivian: I’m sorry...

Kyle: Vivian...

Karen waves at the group.

Karen: Hey, food’s ready!

The gamers, except for Kyle, excitedly rush to the table. The brunet boy just walks towards the table and quickly sits next to Vivian. The redhead is almost in the verge of tears as she tries to hide it from everyone, but Kyle takes notice.

Something must have happened to her before. She couldn’t have this kind of sudden breakdown. Someone from her past must’ve done something, related to the very game I play, that broke her.

Kyle places a hand on Vivian’s shoulder and whispers.

Kyle: I’m sorry. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s alright. Whatever you’re going through, don’t let it break you. You release the pain, not hide it.

The redhead nods at the boy while wiping her would-be tears. Kyle gently wraps his arms around her as she leans her head on his shoulder. Nobody else seems to notice what the two are doing as they are too busy grabbing their meals. 

Recommended Music: Will You be Able to Forget? (YLiA)

As Vivian regains her smile, she thanks Kyle and the two eat with the rest of the group. Lots of laughs were shared. Everyone had a great time. 

Even Elizabeth tried her best to enjoy her time. She turns to Vivian beside her.

Elizabeth: Hey, Vi.

Vivian: Yes?

Elizabeth: I just wanna apologize for my behavior earlier. That was so unlike me.

Vivian smiles and pats Elizabeth on her shoulder.

Vivian: It’s alright. I don’t mean to offend you if there’s something I did.

Elizabeth: Oh no, you didn’t. There are some things that are just out of our control.

The redhead nods and the two shake each other’s hands with smiles.

Elizabeth: Nice to meet you, Vi.

Vivian: Nice to meet you, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth: Call me, Eli.

Vivian: Okay, Eli.

The two girls grin at each other before continuing their meal. Elizabeth finally manages to feel a lot better after having a nice chat with Vivian.

After the picnic, Ariya opens her bag and grabs a volleyball inside it.

Ariya: Hey, how about a match?

The sports boys quickly smile.

Mark: Yes!

Sam: I’m in!

Danny: Same!

Ariya then smirks.

Ariya: Let’s make this interesting; Boys VS Girls. Loser has to clean up the table and everything on it.

Kyle: Uhh.... I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’re all involved in this picnic. I think it would be the responsible thing to clean up our own me--

Everyone else: DEAL!

Kyle just sighs and facepalms.

Nitwits. I’m friends with a bunch of nitwits. But I admit, that I do love them all so much.

The group then heads to a nearby volleyball field and the teams go to their respective sides. Sam flips a coin to see who goes first. The coin lands on his palm.

Sam: Heads! Girls go first.

Ariya: Oof! Prepare to get rekt by my serve!

Recommended Music: Above (Haikyuu!!)

Ariya stands outside the border of the girl’s field and bounces the ball, preparing herself.

Mark: Bring it!

Danny: I don’t think it’s a good idea asking the volleyball expert here to “Bring it”...

Sam: .....Well shi--

Karen: LANGUAGE!

Ariya smirks as she tosses the ball upwards and starts sprinting. The ball begins to drop and the sports girl leaps before delivering a strong serve towards the boy’s field. The ball zooms towards Kyle, who barely reacts as he tries to receive it. But the ball just bounces off of his arms and out of the border.

Ariya: BOOM! SERVICE ACE!!

Elizabeth: Point for the Girls!

Vivian: Get Yeeted on!

Kyle huffs and yells at Ariya.

Kyle: That’s not fair! I’m the weakest link of the team just cuz I don’t do sports like you!

Ariya sticks her tongue out to the boys and the rest of them huff along with Kyle. Sam turns to his teammates with a grin on his face.

Sam: I got an idea.

The boys huddle up while Ariya retrieves the ball. She prepares for another serve and the boys just finished their planning.

Ariya: Get ready!

Kyle: Bring it!

Ariya chuckles before delivering another serve towards Kyle. This time, the brunet boy straightens his arms and receives the ball. However, the ball’s rebound trajectory is going towards the back of the court rather than towards the net. The girls celebrate.

Karen: Haha! Another point for us!

Kyle grins as the girls notice someone behind him. Their eyes widen.

Elizabeth: Wait, is that...?

Vivian: What’s Mark doing?!

Mark dashes behind Kyle and tries to catch up with the loose ball before it hits the ground. Meanwhile, Sam is running towards the net, preparing to leap for a spike.

Ariya: Crap! It’s their Back & Forth strategy!

Elizabeth: Their what?!

Karen: It’s one of Sam and Mark’s strategies. When Mark successfully blocks a ball from entering their goal, Sam quickly runs to the enemy goal. Then Mark, in return, quickly brings the ball to Sam by either a fast throw or a fast pass between their teammates. It’s a way for them to quickly counter attacks from their opponents!

Vivian: And they’re doing it here too?!

Sam: That’s right!

The girls turn to Sam who is already in the air, doing a spike form. Ariya and Karen runs to the net and jump up, in front of Sam, with an attempt to block his attack. But the blond boy smirks and looks to the side. All of the girls then look to where his sights are and see Danny, also in the air, preparing to spike.

Elizabeth: It’s a trap!

Danny grins as Mark does a quick long toss. The ball travels from the back of the court to the net, in front of Danny, in a matter of a few seconds. Danny swings his arm and spikes the ball as it lands... OUTSIDE the court accidentally. A point for the.... girls...?!

Everyone: .....

Ah, yes. Of course, this happens. Such an epic build up.... only to fall apart instantly. Like I said, lovable nitwits.

Sam: DANNY!!

Danny: Sorry! My hands were probably a bit greasy because of the picnic food!

Karen celebrates.

Karen: HAHA! SABOTAGE!! I knew the fried chicken has its uses!

Sam drops to his knees and shouts to the sky.

Sam: NOO!! GOD HAS FORSAKEN US!!!

Elizabeth: What is it with you and your fascination with God?!

Kyle, Karen and Vivian smile shyly.

Vivian: Must be a hardcore Christian?

Kyle: He’s not.

The friends share a few laughs before starting the next rally. Ariya takes the ball again and prepares to serve.

Ariya: Time for a third ace, girls!

Girls: Yeah!

Sam: Let’s try again and make it in this time!

Boys: Roger!

Ariya tosses the ball upwards and serves towards Kyle again. But this time, Kyle receives it more properly, as it arcs to the side instead of the back. Mark follows the ball while Sam and Danny rush to the net at both sides, getting ready to spike. However, the girls splits into pairs, with each pair getting ready to block the each boy. 

Karen: You’re not getting a point, Sam!

Sam grins.

Sam: That’s what you think!

Ariya turns to Elizabeth and Vivian, who are readying to block Danny.

Ariya: It’s going for Danny!

Elizabeth: Got it!

Vivian: Okay!

As Danny jumps, so does the girls but in the next few seconds, they don’t see the ball on him. Ariya notices this and freaks out.

Ariya: But then... where...?!

She widens her eyes as she spots Kyle running at the middle of the court and towards the net. Ariya quickly lands on the ground and tries to block Kyle. But this fails as Mark quickly tosses the ball to the top of the net where Kyle just taps it into the girl’s side. The ball hits the ground and it’s a point for the boys.

Boys: YEAH!!

The boys share high-fives and fist-bumps while they celebrate. The girls stare at them, dumbfounded, but immediately smile in amazement.

Ariya: Okay, I gotta admit; that was baiting in a WHOLE other level.

Karen: Nice job, little Bro!

Kyle: Thanks!

The game continued for a few minutes until it’s neck-and-neck with 23-24 in the girls’ favor. One more point and the boys will have to clean the picnic table.

Ariya: Come on, girls. One more point and we win!

Girls: Yeah!

Sam: Bring it back to them at all costs!

Boys: Roger!

Ariya tosses the ball but instead of doing a hard serve, she goes for a jump float serve. The boys are shocked by this as they witness the ball hovering in the air, making its way to their court slowly. Sam turns to Kyle.

Sam: Kyle, make the toss! We’ll spike it down.

Kyle: Got it!

Kyle observes the ball’s trajectory and intercepts its landing point. He raises his hands and quickly tosses the ball to the other boys who are already running up to jump. The girls scatter to try and block them. 

Ariya: Elizabeth, stay in the back, just in case they try something tricky.

Elizabeth: Roger!

As the girls leap at the same time as the boys, Kyle tosses the ball to Sam. Ariya is in front of the latter.

Ariya: I got you!

Sam: No, you don’t!

Sam goes for a hard swing, but at the last second, he taps the ball gently upwards.

Karen: It’s a feint!

The ball does a small arc above Ariya and quickly falls directly behind her. Elizabeth runs and dives to receive the ball but she is too late. The ball hits the ground as the girl skids on it. It’s a point for the boys and they celebrate.

Boys: YEAH!!

Ariya: Wait!

Recommended Music: Breakdown (Haikyuu!!)

The boys look and are stunned when they see Ariya, Karen and Vivian gathered around Elizabeth as she is clutching her knee. She apparently skinned it while trying to recover the ball. The boys quickly rush to help the girls.

Sam: Danny, there’s a first-aid kit in my bag!

Danny: Okay!

Danny rushes back to the gazebo and grabs the first-aid kit. He then crouches down in front of Elizabeth.

Danny: Alright, Eli. This is gonna sti--

Kyle: Danny, let me.

The first year looks at the brunet third year and nods. Kyle takes the kit and tends to Elizabeth’s wound.

Kyle: Don’t worry, Eli. I got you.

Elizabeth winces for a bit but since Kyle is tending to her, he feelings for him mitigate the pain. Soon after, Kyle gently places a bandage on the wound.

Kyle: There. Better?

Elizabeth weakly smiles and nods. Kyle smiles back at her while everyone else breathes out a sigh of relief.

Karen: That really shocked us.

Vivian: Glad you’re okay, Eli.

Mark: So.... is the game finished then?

Ariya: Yeah, I guess so. Kyle’s right. We have to handle our own responsibilities.

Kyle: Oh, so now you listen to me?!

Kyle glares at his friends and they all just chuckle at his annoyance.

Gosh, I love these nitwits. 

Ariya crouches near Elizabeth.

Ariya: Come on, I’ll carry you.

Elizabeth nods and is lifted on the sports girl’s back.

Elizabeth: Thanks, Ari.

Ariya: Not a prob, honey.

Elizabeth smiles and relaxes her head on Ariya’s shoulder. Soon after, everyone gathers back in the gazebo. Karen and Sam clean up the picnic table while Mark and Sam pack up the table itself. Ariya and Elizabeth have a fun conversation together. Lastly, Kyle and Vivian are in a flower garden next to the gazebo.

Kyle: So, what do you think of today?

Vivian: Despite Eli’s accident, it was great.

Vivian looks straight into Kyle’s brown eyes and smiles.

Vivian: Thanks, Kyle. I really needed this. I’ve never had this much fun in my life.

Kyle: You’re welcome, Vi.

The redhead giggles at the nickname the brunet boy gave to her. Kyle looks at her for a moment and is in deep thought.

I have to do it. I’m sure of it now. I’m going to confess to her.

Kyle: Vivian, listen...

Vivian: Yes, Kyle?

Kyle takes a deep breath before plucking a rose and presenting it to Vivian.

Kyle: I like you.

The redhead is taken back by those words. Another memory flashes into her mind; one that will always haunt her for the rest of her life. She quickly shakes her head.

Vivian: Kyle... I...

Kyle lowers his arm and concerns himself over Vivian’s sad expression.

Kyle: I’m sorry... was I rushing...?

Vivian: No, it’s not that... it’s just... I’m not ready for another relationship right now... not again...

Kyle: “Again”...?

Vivian turns away from Kyle.

Vivian: I’m sorry, Kyle... but this is not just for my sake.... it’s for yours as well....

The redhead quickly runs away from the brunet boy without even uttering goodbye to him. Kyle is left stunned as he witnesses Vivian and maybe his happiness running away from him.

And just like that. My heart and mind are in pieces. She is gone, and so are the wonderful colors that she brought with her to my life. I take a glance at the rose in my hand. Even though it still as beautiful as Vivian, in my eyes...

It’s wilting away...

–End of Chapter–

[dreamingsushi]

Before we get married - Episode 2

Soooo!  Seems it gets better after a few episodes, so let’s hang on to this one!

The episode starts next morning at Weiwei’s office.  I think Han Kefei needs to see a psy-something, you decide which one is best suited.  She’s disgustingly funny in a way.  Even though it’s so exaggerated, I think that so far I like her the best.  At least what she wants, we know haha! She doesn’t think it’s weird that he handcuffed Weiwei, neither does she thinks that him doing anything to her would be rape.  No no no!  Weiwei is the victim because he didn’t have sex with her.  Thank god you are not my friend girl.  Weiwei dear, I hope you lock your door when you sleep, in case any of the guys Kefei brings back home would try and go to room : she wouldn’t think they did anything wrong.  Well maybe she would, in the sense that they shouldn’t pick you over her.  She’s so sassy though haha!

How cute is this.  Kefei tries to get a date with Kehuan by asking him to teach her about stocks, but actually, it’s his assistant.  And we’ll stop calling him assistant, his name is Yan Baiyang.  Apparently he is pretty much in love with Kefei and asks Kehuan to coach him on how to date.  How cute.  Obviously, Kefei is pissed of when she’s him, but then she bumps into him and her sexual desires awake so they end up in a hotel room.  I’ll take the drama as a caricature from now on, it’s way funnier like that.  The scene is overly acted.  They’re about to woohoo and then he confesses his feelings for her.  Big mistake.  Kehuan absolutely agrees : don’t talk about your feelings, it’s pathetic not romantic, it’s going to scare her away.  I think she’s just wild.  Well, let’s hope for Baiyang Kehuan can fix that.

To Kehuan’s many flaws, let’s add that he is a stalker.  He followed Weiwei to a convenience store.  Well didn’t really follow, but knew she likes going there through a collegue. Tries to pay for her stuff.  Bothers her about her retirement plan with her boyfriend because he deems it’s not like her.  I also think so, but he doesn’t even know her.  Is he a soothsayer of some sorts?  Well, I must say he knows how to piss her off.

Weiwei has to stay at work later that night.  Her boyfriend offers her to take her home how sweet of him, but then a collegue comes in.  So he just leaves and text her see you on Saturday to go visit houses.  It’s always about plans, oh god. That guy...  No wonder she’s bored with you.  And then Kehuan calls her.  She’s already pissed off because she’s doing overtime so she just hangs on him.  I must say though, this guy has really nothing to do.  He keeps on calling her.  Girl, just call the police at some point, this is harassement.

When she’s done, she goes again to the solo KTV machine, listens to the same song.  She is upset by her boyfriend.  Good, be upset, he was not nice to you.  I agree.  Now dump him and get someone else.  He talks to her like she is a child.  I think he doesn’t really like her, he just likes the fact she pays her part and won’t ask for his money.  Then Kehuan comes looking for her.  And this is not important. But the videoclip with the lyrics is not in sync with the music playing.  IT BOTHERED ME. Anyways, not important.  But details are details.  Make the clip fit with the music if it’s KTV.

He blurts out something about not liking to break up on the phone.  You go girl, no need to break up, you are not an item.  Tell him, good bye and stop stalking me.  I loved the line “The song has ended, so did our relationship”.  That was perfect.  Leave and don’t look back.

Okay.  I might start liking this drama.  Kehuan follows out of the cabin and says he’s sorry and wishes her happiness with her boyfriend.  Than he pushes on her forehead : he pressed the delete button!  THAT IS SO CUTE.  First best moment of the drama.  He asks her to do the same, so she does and when he opens up his eyes again, he pretends they don’t know each other.  I don’t dislike him right now.  She definitely thinks he is insane hahaha.

At Kehuan’s office, Ziyuan (that would be his girlfriend) comes and bring desserts for everybody.  Shu Ming asks when she and Kehuan will get married.  You can see on Kehuan’s face that he is so unhappy from seeing her there.  I don’t know why he doesn’t break up with her?  Since the beginning, he looks so annoyed when he sees her.  There’s no way he still has feelings for her.  He is staying with her for some weird reason?

I must talk about the actress here.  That character doesn’t do justice to her.  Nita Lei is so much better than that.  Well in the previous drama I saw with her (Someone like you 听见幸福) she was so good. Or maybe she’s still good but I don’t like the part.  Anyways.

Ziyuan and Kehuan eat together at the restaurant, probably to celebrate his promotion.  I think the best word to describe Ziyuan would be carpet. She’s like begging for Kehuan to step on her.  Stop trying too much please.  Thank you.

OMG.  I kept myself so many times from writting OMG.  But this time.  OMG.  SHE PREPARED THE WHOLE WEDDING WITHOU TELLING HIM.  He’s so pissed at her.  I really don’t get why those two are together, it’s nonsense.  Seriously.  She’s like, are you angry?  Duh he is.  He just tells her : well I wasn’t mentally prepared for this, after all, I never proposed to you.  BAM.  She is so embarrassed.  And she is unable to use a fork.  That’s funny.

Weiwei and her boyfriend (forgot his name) go and see houses.  I totally get Weiwei’s feelings as I am also looking for a house.  Nothing seems to be perfect.  And her boyfriend is so cringy.  The floor is uneven and he still wants it.  They are not going to move out of there any time soon if they buy this.  Why is he so stuck up to buy that one...  So he’s like, well let’s save more money so we can buy a better house.  AND SHE BURSTS.  She tired of saving every penny.  You go girl.  That Kehuan did a good job on you.  Planning your life for the next 60 years is not a good idea.  At least, she realises it’s not her plan, it’s his plan and he says that if they don’t find anything good the next day, they will just rent something together.  Good boy.

Kehuan invited Kefei for lunch.  Naturally she tries to hit on him but it doesn’t work at all : this guy is not for you girl, move on.  You are allergic to eat, go eat somewhere else.  I didn’t really get what happened there, I can’t read that well traditional characters.  But basically, that scene meant nothing.

Weiwei is meeting friends at the restaurant and... one of them is long time no see Ziyuan.  She’s so annoying.  This is twisted omg.  So the two other friends have the time of their life, taking pictures together while completely ignoring Weiwei.  Wow.  This is so rude.  Anyways, Ziyuan insists on letting her boyfriend pay for her, Weiwei says she’s uncomfortable, follows her to the door and... Kehuan’s there. Hahahaha.  So funny.  AND HER BOYFRIEND COMES TO PICK HER ON A SCOOTER! THIS IS PRICELESS.

I’ll call him Scooter Delivery Boy now.

So back home, Ziyuan badmouths Weiwei saying she dresses out of fashion.  And then she’s like “I know you are angry about the wedding, so I though a new environnement would make you more sure about it so I contacted a real estate agent to sell the house and buy a bigger one.”  I just can’t.  What is wrong with that girl...

So the first people to go and visit the house.... Li Haoyi (Scooter Delivery boy) and Weiwei.  And Kehuan that doesn’t know.  And Ziyuan that pretends to like Weiwei.  Ziyuan goes with Li Haoyi to see the building’s society or something like while Weiwei stays alone with Kehuan.  They quarrel a little, he lifts her up to the balcony and threatens to push her down.  There are so many things that so wrong with this drama T_______T  She pushes him to go down, calls him crazy, he says he still has feelings for her and ask her to kiss him.  I want to point out the romantic music in the background.  This is so romantic, yep.  She pushes him away, he pushes her against the bay wind and traps her wrists.  The others come back, they don’t realise anything, Kehuan insists on giving her a lower price, Weiwei will not buy, Scooter delivery boy is upset because he really likes the house.

Now I get it.  Ziyuan’s mom is the reason they are still together.  She’s in total denial.  He wants to break up with her, but she won’t let him and she pretends everything is fine to keep controlling his life.  So basically, she’s deseperate.  I don’t like her.

The episode ends on Kehuan learning that Weiwei and Haoyi works for the same company.

I am still not sure if I enjoy or not this drama.  We will see.  It is definitely getting a little better and I did enjoy myself once or twice.  I still don’t recommend this to a younger public.  There are a lot of cringy things, lots of things that makes me uneasy.  I mean, many of the stuff happening should be treated less lightly.  Like the fact that Weiwei could be attracted to Kehuan, despite every thing he does... It gives a bad image.  I hope it will change with time.  Because right now he is a stalker-almost-rapist and that’s... nope.

[sergeantjbuckybarnes]

ALL THE STARS chapter 2: welcome to Wakanda

STEVE X READER X BUCKY

Story: After the events of Civil War, the rogue avengers are in hiding in Wakanda, fearful for their lives. Bucky had been taken out of cyrostasis and will be given the treatment to undo the brain-damage received by HYDRA. All Steve wants is to see Bucky better, the guilt of his actions taken over him.

You, are the psychiatrist that takes on Bucky’s case, recommended under T’Challa.

 Taglist : @loki7ms , @hista-girl , @mashed-fandom-imagines

Warning: 18+ themes present in the story 

TAGS: #allthestarsfanfiction

Next Update: March, 17 2018

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On paper, Bucky's treatment was perfect.

All y/n had to do, was make sure Bucky and Steve had the resources and coping skills to deal with their past drama.

But in reality, the drama extended from just past. It was woven to the present and possibility the future.

That's not something that's easily talked about.

For the next couple hours, the four went back on different treatment options, and it was only when Dr. L/n mentioned that maybe doing both separately and together sessions could help.

From there, T'Challa decided to have the two men house with y/n, as she would be able to give them 24/7 therapy, should there be a need for it. They arranged for Bucky and Steve would start as soon as the next day, after Bucky had physical therapy for his arm.

The meeting ended there, and y/n gave her goodbyes to all three, having to rush and have a meeting with another client.

Steve and Bucky... It's nice to meet you.

" How do you like Dr. l/ n? "

Steve and Bucky had left the lab, having gone back to the guest bedroom they had been provided with. Steve and Bucky were on the bed, legs tangled as the two cuddled together. After Bucky first woken up from the cryostasis chamber, he had been hesitant to touch Steve at all but had warmed back up to touching again.

"I like her, she's nice."

Steve hummed, rubbing his fingers across Bucky's arms. Bucky pushed their hands together, holding Steve's hand as if it was the most precious thing he's ever held.

The two stayed inside the room, more into their own world than anything else.

To each other, life was just a bit better when they're together.

When Y/N was able to get back her apartment, she wasn't tired at all, so she took the time to really deep clean the apartment.

It wasn't necessarily dirty at all, but with two new houseguests, she didn't want them to think that she wasn't a slob or anything else.

Armed with cleaning supplies and her parent's old gospel records, she spent over an hour in the apartment, shining it to perfection.

For dinner, Y/N had leftovers, making a note to stock up on food. Dinner was eaten at the kitchen table, while she poured herself over files and a notebook.

While it was necessary for her to have questions that are geared towards helping her clients, she also liked having a set of questions that dug a bit into the personal life.

She had a set of questions, only changing them based on the personal info she was presented with before the first contact.

By the time she was finished, it was well into the night, the clock showing 01:30.

Y/N threw her dishes into the sink, moving to the slightly bigger bedroom, her very own space.

The room was decorated to her own beat, which including the handmade desk and her former schools tapestry hanging on the wall behind her bed.

She washed her face and put her hair up, keeping the bonnet secured into her head.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep, seemingly dead to the world.

The sound of her door ringing is what the young psychiatrist woke up to.

Y/N was startled, grabbing a robe, and the small dagger that she kept on the nightstand.

She silently walks to the door, moving to the door. Peeking at the screen next to it, she was somewhat upset that it only showed Shuri and a member of the Dora Milaje, the two standing on the welcome mat.

Y/N pulled the door, giving the young princess a sigh as she did so.

"So you must not realize it's early. "

Shuri laughed, holding up a bag in her arms.

"Oh I know, yet I can't seem to care. "

Y/N let the two in, the princess and the two moving towards the kitchen, the member standing guard at the door.

The eldest of the two started on coffee, something she desperately needed.

" Okay, " Shuri started, having pulled out several tech things, laying them on the pitcher's island. " I need to update a couple of security things, and then maybe breakfast together? "

Y/N only nodded, too busy with the drinking the caffeine she had. She watched as Shuri did her magic, a feat that always amazed her.

At 16, Shuri was the smartest person she had ever met, and y/n had met a lot of smart people in her lifetime.

Y/N left Shuri to her own devices, taking a quick shower and get ready for the day.

For the day, Y/N had picked out her favorite colored dress, the one that was just right for her body. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, her edges laid down. Her shoes were the ones she wore the most and She put her lab coat over it and hid her ID inside her pocket.

When she had finished, Shuri was by the front door, fiddling with the screen next to it.

Shuri had explained all of the major upgrades and showed her how they had now worked. Y/N stored all of it her mind, ready to use.

The trio made their way to a food stand outside of y/n's place, getting Tea and Mahamri. They ate on the steps of one of the building, giggling and talking about random subjects.

As they made their way to the royal building, Shuri had struck of another conversation, mainly in the eldest two new housemates.

"Are you nervous at all, this is a bit out of your range ?"

Y/N took a deep breath, shoving her hands into the pockets.

" I guess, but it's my job, I vowed to help those that need it. "

Shuri had led the way to the lab again, letting the lady hang around with her.

Sometime later, y/n went back her apartment, having to work on another case for the day.

Sitting at the desk, her hands flew across the keyboard, tying out replies and sending off emails.

All in a day's works.

After having left Shuri back in the lab, y/n had made her way through the wakandan stalls, picking up food to stock up on in her kitchen. She also had made sure that there things such personal products and cleaning supplies in the guest bathroom. Someone had stopped by when she was gone, leaving two suitcases by the bedroom.

To y/n, she was the most prepared person she knew and would expect nothing else than perfection from herself.

Bucky couldn’t tell if he was nervous or not.

Of course, Bucky hadn’t felt anything during his time as the winter solider, but now, it’s a whole different park game.

He sat on the bio-bed, flexing vibrainium arm that he now had. When he had woken, Shuri had explained that she would be given him his new arm, something she created on her own.

It had amazed Bucky, and he became even more excited when she showed him her lab.

Shuri had arrived, pulling out a tablet, which Bucky was pretty sure held his medical information.

"Are you ready now, Bucky ? I'd like to start ."

" Sure."

Shuri had Bucky work on series of arm finger reflexes, making sure his body was working with prosthetic.

He had Shuri laughing, telling her stories of Steve and him as children.

“After that, we never were able to go back there.”

Shuri gripped the table, her eyes in tears from laughing so hard.

“You colonizers are hilarious.” She took the electrodes off his arm, placing them back in the box.

“Done, you’re free to go now Bucky. “ The teen put the information into the tablet, syncing it to the kimoyo beads

“ Thanks Shuri.”

“Yea, your welcome.”

Bucky went to the room, opening the door to Steve getting dressed. “Hey punk, going somewhere ?”

Steve, who had finished buttoning up his shirt, move towards Bucky, putting his hands on his shoulders. Bucky pulls him closer, putting his forehead on Steve’s.

“Meeting with T’challa. Shouldn’t take long.”

“Remember we’re leaving soon.”

“ I won’t. See you soon.” 

Steve presses a kiss to his lips, the sweet gesture making Bucky slightly flustered.

"I'm not taking no for answer, Shuri. "

" Well, all you're getting is a no. "

This made y/n even more frustrated.

She had came back to the lab, so the now trio could get back to her apartment.

Y/N had found Shuri first, updating the medical records. She offered Shuri to take another counseling appointment, but as usual, the young teen was being stubborn, and refusing, despite her almost dying.

Y/N knew that Shuri held trauma inside her, and after everything, She bottled it up and that wasn't health.

"Shuri, just take the appointment, " y/n exclaimed, "There's nothing with attending one. "

Shuri sighed, seeing the frustration on her older one's face.

“I rather not.”

y/n became even more frustrated, but ultimately let it go.

“Fine. I’ll drop it for now.” She scribbled a time on a blank card,taken from her pocket, placing it on top of the table. “Just think about it. Please.”

The teen only nodded, but y/n could see her looking at the card.

Y/m pulled Shuri into a big hug, pouring all of her love to her.

“ I’m off now, but I’ll be by in a couple of days. “

Shuri lets go, and smiles are on both of their faces.

With Steve in a meeting with king T’challa, Bucky had stayed behind, having to have physical therapy with Shuri. Now, Bucky was back at the room, keeping himself busy with one of the books Steve had lying around.

A knock at the door interrupts him, the knock vibrating against the door. When he opens it, it’s Dr. y/n, a smile on her face.

“Hello Bucky,” y/n starts, sifting a bunch of files around in her arms.” Are you and Steve ready?”

[ilonacamille]

Get to know me tag

Hello everyone! I’m so thankful I was born in the right decade to share my journey online. The fitblr community is a wonderful place filled with wonderful people. I think it’d be pretty cool to get to know each other a bit better so here’s an incredibly long get to know me tag. I tag @healthierhappier-me @justanotheruserjms @elenadoeslife and anyone who wants to do this tag :) 

1. What is your full name? Ilona Camille R. M.  (Already cheating this, but I’m literally the only person in the world with this name and not everyone has to find this blog)

2. What is your nickname? My family calls me Sis (as in sister) but like the Dutch version is Zus

3. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius (Turned 21 on 02/16!)  

4. What is your favorite book series? I loved the Girls series by Jacqueline Wilson. I’m such an adult.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Yes.

6. Who is your favorite author? Can I say John Green? I might sound like a basic B but I guess I am.

7. What is your favorite radio station? MNM (Belgian)

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Cheesy? haha

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Magical

10. What is your current favorite song? Moving Parts - Trixie Mattel or Wonderland - Taylor Swift

11. What is your favorite word? Fairylights

12. What was the last song you listened to? Want You Back - 5 Seconds of Summer

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? The Good Place

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Any Bridget Jones movie

15. Do you play video games? Does Sims 4 count? 

16. What is your biggest fear? Dying

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? I am nice to everyone

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? I trust too quickly but also lose trust very quickly

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? I have one cat and four dogs. So..

20. What is your favorite season? I always say Fall but since I’ve been craving strawberries and pool parties I’m going with Summer.

21. Are you in a relationship? Nope

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? My grandmothers.

23. Who is your best friend? My dog lol

24. What is your eye color? Grey

25. What is your hair color? Naturally: brown. Right now: dirty blonde 

26. Who is someone you love? Mom

27. Who is someone you trust? My brother

28. Who is someone you think about often? Probably my dog haha

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? I’m seeing Harry Styles live in a few weeks!

30. What is your biggest obsession? Rupaul’s Drag Race for sure!

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Hannah Montana

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? My gay bestie

33. Are you superstitious? Incredibly

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? Is it unusual to be scared of balloons? I’m really scared they will pop. 

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Both

36. What is your favorite hobby? Pole dancing

37. What was the last book you read? Valley Of The Dolls (still reading)

38. What was the last movie you watched? Legally Blonde

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? Guitar and Ukelele

40. What is your favorite animal? Alpaca

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? The ones I tagged for sure and honestly if I follow you, it means you have great content. I’m picky.

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Reading minds

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? We have a fairly big yard. In summer I love to go to our poolhouse and have breakfast whilst seeing the sun reflect on the pool, chickens running around and my dogs playing.

44. What makes you smile? My dogs

45. What sports do you play, if any? Zumba, poledancing

46. What is your favorite drink? Virgin Mojito

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? Probably in class when we weren’t allowed to use our laptops. My friend and I were probably the only people to have passed a note in college.  

48. Are you afraid of heights? Yes

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? People talking over me or not listening

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Probably over 20 so far

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? I’m a vegan/vegetarian/pescotarian. Basically I try to aim for vegan BUT! I live in the middle of nowhere and most restaurants don’t even have a vegetarian option. I adapt but I always try to go for vegan. I did not eat meat for the last 11 years and maybe 5x fish? 

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? A vet by day, superstar by night. My parents tried very hard to explain it didn’t work like that.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? Sims 4. It’s so aesthetically pleasing.

54. What is something you worry about? School, weight, love, health,...

55. Are you scared of the dark? Yes

56. Do you like to sing? A lot

57. Have you ever skipped school? Lol yeah

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? I loved London so much the last 4 times 

59. Where would you like to live? Staying right here in Belgium

60. Do you have any pets? 4 dogs, 1 cat and 3 chickens

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? I can be very excited in the morning but staying up late is like a talent.

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunset

63. Do you know how to drive? I do, I still need to get my license though. 

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

65. Have you ever had braces? Those demonic devices that go in your mouth? Yeah.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? Pop

67. Who is your hero? Bruce Springsteen

68. Do you read comic books? When I was a kid I used to read them a lot (Belgian ones)

69. What makes you the most angry? Inequality 

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? real book

71. What is your favorite subject in school? Social Media

72. Do you have any siblings? An older brother

73. What was the last thing you bought? A beautiful cocktaildress. It’s just above the knee, mintgreen, has sparkly details on the shoulders. And I think it’s a chiffon fabric? So adorable.

74. How tall are you? 5ft4

75. Can you cook? Yes! I’ve been looking up new recipes the last few weeks

76. What are three things that you love? * Makeup * Velvet clothes * Workout clothes

77. What are three things that you hate? * Racists * Homophobes, transphobes * Injustice

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? It’s kind of equal

79. What is your sexual orientation? Who even knows

80. Where do you currently live? Belgium

81. Who was the last person you texted? Mom

82. When was the last time you cried? When I fully breakdown under school stress 

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? Karuna Satori ASMR or Shane Dawson

84. Do you like to take selfies? Love 

85. What is your favorite app? MyFitnessPal/Fitbit

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Great

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? The stereotype British one and Australian

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? LITERALLY ANY PLACE IN THE US. Preferably LA/NY though haha.

89. What is your favorite number? 162

90. Can you juggle? Nope

91. Are you religious? I’ve been raised as a Catholic but I’m not really practicing any beliefs right now.

92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? Outer space

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? No, I wish I was

94. Are you allergic to anything? Christmas trees. Oh yes. December is such a lovely time for me. 

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

96. Can you wiggle your ears? No

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? Not a lot (oops)

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Beach in summer, forest in fall

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Walk into the room and assume everyone likes you

100. Are you a good liar? Yes

101. What is your Hogwarts House? Hufflepuff

102. Do you talk to yourself? Yeah

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Ambivert

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? Does this tumblr count?

105. Do you believe in second chances? Depends

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Look at the ID, try to return it.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? I hope so

108. Are you ticklish? Incredibly. I’ve kicked many people who were careless about my warnings.

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Nope, very scared.

110. Do you have any piercings? Just earrings

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Wonder Woman (let’s pretend she is)

112. Do you have any tattoos? nope

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Buying my pomeranian and choosing Communication- social media as my degree

114. Do you believe in karma? Yes

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Nope

116. Do you want children? Yes

117. Who is the smartest person you know? My brother

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? You just made me have a cringe attack. I participated in a talent show at my school and was singing Jar Of Hearts. But my microphone didn’t work so I spend 3 minutes dramatically singing and everyone saw the weird kid doing a weird lip sync to an instrumental number.

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yes

120. What color are most of you clothes? Black, burgundy and blue

121. Do you like adventures? Yes

122. Have you ever been on TV? Yes, I used to be an extra for tv shows

123. How old are you? 21

124. What is your favorite quote? “If you can’t love yourself how the heeeelll are you gonna love somebody else, can I get an Amen?” - Rupaul

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Savory Oh if you’re tagged, pm me for the link to the questions so you can copy+paste :)

[why-dont-we-imagines]

I’ll Give You Better - Jack Avery

You guys wanted me to make a part two to the “Stay With Me” imagine so, this is a part two to the “Stay With Me”. Here is part one if you haven’t read it yet. Hope you enjoy this!

a/n: I recommend listening to “Safe Inside” by James Arthur while reading this. It’s what I listened to while writing this. 

Warnings: mentions of anorexia and depression

Requested: no

Word Count: 2,010

your pov

*three months later*

It’s been three months and nothing has been the same. I can’t sleep, eat, and I only go out when I have too. When I left Jack, I never knew that my entire life would change. I mean, I knew it would change, I just didn’t know that it would be for the worst. Jack was my best friend and first love. I’m aware that he didn’t treat me right and I know I shouldn’t go back, but it’s like I can’t function without him.

Now, I have my own house and a great job at a beauty parlor. Those are the only two things I cherish in my life. My parents have now moved out to Los Angelos to keep an eye on my health. Clearly, not doing a good job because I have have been dropping pounds for what seems like every minute. I was once the average weight for my weight and size. Now, I am far below the average weight. I’ve always struggled with that and Jack helped me become healthy once again. Without him, it’ s hard to stay what I once before. 

The boys and I still keep in contact and try to meet up once in a while but sneaking around Jack was hard for them to keep up with. Soon, the boys were tour and I was left alone in a huge city. Once the boys got back, I met up with Jonah over coffee to talk about how everything was and how the guys were. 

flashback

I walked into the small coffee shop that Jonah has found previous days before planning our ‘meeting’ as he called it. Jonah explained that he simply wanted to catch up after being apart for so long. Some part of me assumed that this had something to do with Jack and I hoped that part of me was wrong. 

I ordered two coffees so when Jonah comes he doesn’t have to waste time ordering and we can start right away. Soon after I take my seat in a small booth, I see Jonah’s tall figure walk into the small shop. He soon notices me in the back and starts to head towards me.

“Hey Y/N! How have you been?” He asked leaning down to give me a hug. 

“I’ve been good. I already ordered your coffee, but how was tour?” I smiled.

“Oh, thanks! Tour was great. Meeting all of our fans, the endless pranks on each other, and so much more. I wish you would have been able to go.” He said with his smile quickly fading. “I mean I know you couldn’t because of Jack but it would have been nice to have my best friend there.”

“Jonah, I know you and the guys want everything to go back to how they were before the breakup but it isn’t always that simple. Jack made a choice to do what he did. Am I still made about it? Hell yeah. Do I still love him? Yes but not for what he did in the last three months of our relationship.” I took a breath wipe away the tears that were moments from running down my cheeks. “I love him for who he was before; when I first met him. Is it fair to him to be unhealthy and depressed over me leaving him? Hell no it’s not. But it also wasn’t fair to me when he would stay out till who knows when doing who knows what.” 

“Hear me out Y/N. Call him, get closure from it just so both of you can learn to let go.” Jonah looked at me with an ‘are you okay with that?” expression. “I’m not asking for a coffee date every Tuesday with him, it’s just a phone call.”

I hesitated at first. Just the thought of talking to him for the first time in three months frightened me. But Jonah was right; I needed closure. Everyone did at this point. “Fine, I’ll call him.” I agreed. 

“Yes! Thank you, Y/N/N.” He praised. 

“You’re welcome I guess.” I laughed. “So what’s life like at the compact without me?”

“Oh gosh, nobody functions without you there. Zach killed our toaster.” Jonah paused as I busted out a loud laugh. “Three times.” He states bluntly. 

I continued to laugh loudly earning a couple stares from people scattered around the cafe. “I don’t think that’s because of me not being there, Zach just can’t work a toaster properly.” I giggled once I calmed myself down.

Jonah’s phone interrupted my laughing with its loud ringing. He quickly answered it with a soft “hello?”.

I waited patiently until the call was over. “Okay, I’ll be there soon. Bye.” he frowned once he hung up. “So that was David and he wants all the guys back at the compound for a shoot.” he explained. 

“Oh okay. It’s okay you can go. We can meet up again.” I smiled. I stood up and collected my things along with Jonah. “Maybe next week?” I asked. 

“Definitely!” Jonah agreed. he embraced me in his arms and hugged me. I wrapped my short arms around his torso and snuggled into his chest. After a little while, I pulled away.”Alright, I’ll see you then. Love you Y/N/N!” He said as he walked towards the door. 

“Bye Jo! Love you too!” I exclaimed lightly waving my hand in his direction. I sat back down and pulled up his contact. “too soon.” I whispered to myself as I turned off my phone.

end of flashback

I never deleted his contact and I was hoping he didn’t delete mine either. After contemplating whether or not I should call him, I finally worked up enough courage to press the phone icon on his contact. The line started to ring and my heart rate suddenly picked up. Why am I so nervous to talk to him? 

After a couple rings, a voice from the other line spoke. “Hello?” It was Jack. 

“Hey Jack.” I managed to get out. 

“Y/N? Hey, how have you been?” He seemed surprised. I couldn’t blame him. Neither of us were expecting this phone call today. 

“I’m not going to lie to you, Jack. I’m doing terrible without you. I haven’t been eating, sleeping, and I’m just not the same. I know why I left and I know it was supposed to be for the best but turns out I can’t function without you around me. I can’t stand not being able to talk to you every day and waking up next to you every morning.” I confessed. 

“Woah Y/N listen, I know we both made mistakes then. I know that we both deeply regret them. I completely understand what you’re going through because I’ve been going through the same thing. Can I come over so we can talk about this more face to face?” 

“Yes of course. I’ll text you my address.” I smiled.

“I’ll be over in 20 minutes. See you then.” And with that, we both hung up.

I pulled out my phone and texted Jack my address. What was I going to do about my house?? I looked a mess and my house did too. I quickly threw on a sweatshirt that hid my small figure and started to pick up the best I could.

About fifteen minutes later my house looked presentable. As for me, I just threw my hair into a messy bun and decided to text Jonah. I pulled up his contact and began to type.

Me: Hey, I did what you told me

I waited a couple minutes for him to respond when there was a sudden buzz against my leg. I jumped but soon realized it was Jonah texting me back.

Lamppost: You called him?

Me: Yeah, he’s on his way over right now

Lamppost: That’s where he took my car! 

Me: Ha, I’m kinda nervous

Lamppost: Everything is going to be alright, just let things take their course

Me: Thanks Jo 

Lamppost: You’re welcome bubs, anytime

After I pressed the ‘send’ button, there was a knock at the door. I set my phone down on the coffee table in front of me and got up to walk to the door. My steps were slow as the knocking got softer.

Soon enough I was in front of the door. My shaky hand reached for the doorknob and twisted it. I opened the door and there stood a messy-haired Jack with bloodshot eyes. “Hey Jack.” I greeted quietly. “Come in, please.” I moved out of the doorway making a small path for him to walk in.

Jack’s tall figure moved past me a stood in the living room waiting for me to turn around and follow. I closed the door and walked up to him. His hands found the back of my head and he pulled me closer to him. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. They moved perfectly in sync with each other.

At that moment it was as if the broken pieces of my heart fused back together. Jack really was the glue that held me together. But I couldn’t let him come back into my life so easily. I pulled away quickly and pushed his hands away from me. 

“Why’d you do it?” I bluntly asked. Jack stayed silent. “If you think it’s easy to come back into my life and want to stay in it then you need to tell me why you did what you did.” 

“Y/N, I was stupid and in a really bad place. My life just wasn’t where I wanted it to be. You of all people should know that when I’m upset, I won’t tell anyone; I’ll just make really bad decisions.” He took a deep breath and continued. “The night I came home and you weren’t awake, you looked so peaceful and beautiful. I layed down next to you and kissed your forehead.” He choked back tears but let one fall. 

I stepped forward and rested my hand on the side of his face. “I had never seen anything so beautiful. I felt so disgusted with my self. I promised myself that that was the last night. But Logan convinced me that the party the next night was worth going to but that night I came back, you broke up with me. It was like my entire world came crashing down all because I was selfish.” He finished.

“Jack, you should have came to me. I will always be here for you.”  I pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m so sorry.” He sobbed out into my shoulder. “I know me crying won’t change or fix what I did but I just want you to know that I love you Y/N”

“I love you too Jack. I forgive you.” I whispered.

“I’m not leaving you, ever again. You deserve so much more and I want to give that to you.” Jack leaned down and reconnected our lips once again. 

I hope you guys enjoy this! It took a while because Tumblr kept deleting it. Please comment, like and reblog if you did enjoy it. Don’t forget that I am accepting requests!

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Tapjoy Guide

Alternatively, the “How to get Stars fast” guide.

In the beginning of the game, it’s difficult to amass Stars. If you want to progress quickly, your best bet is to start taking advantage of the Tapjoy offers.

Tapjoy is undoubtedly a pain, but it’s the main way to collect free Stars. Most of the ‘download and run this app’ offers are quick and simple to finish, but the larger Star amount offers can be pretty tiresome and time-consuming. I’ve compiled a list of the more complex Tapjoy offers that I’ve completed. (This list will eventually be ranked from most to least worthy of completion by way of effort and time consumption relative to the Star amount.)

Warning: If you’ve downloaded an application before and use the same Google Play ID, you will not get the rewards for it upon completing its Tapjoy offer because the game would have stored your previous game data. To bypass this, use a different Google Play account or opt not to sync the game to a Google Play ID completely by clicking outside of the Google Play ID confirmation box. 

Tip: Sometimes, the rewards will lag and won’t arrive immediately. When this happens, it can take a few hours to a day for it to arrive, so be patient. Tip: I’ve noticed that games that have multiple offers are usually the cause of lagging. For example, let’s say an application will reward you for (1) installing and running it and (2) reaching level 10. If you run the application and immediately leave it, you might receive (1)’s reward immediately. However, if you play on the app for a while, you won’t receive (1)’s reward until you finish (2)’s. If you completed another offer before finishing (2), you won’t get that offer’s rewards until you complete (2), in which case you will receive the rewards for (1), (2), and the other completed offer altogether.  Tip: You can play a Tapjoy video offer to see if this will compile your backlogged rewards and gift you immediately after completing the video. If you still haven’t received your rewards after a couple of days, you either haven’t finished the requirements properly and/or Tapjoy hasn’t sent out your reward. Make sure you contact them if this is the case. They can be reached through the “Missing Star?” link on the bottom right after you click the “Free Star” menu, but it’s currently bugged on the Mandrake Boys app. To work around this, I’d recommend doing only one offer at a time and immediately stopping if your reward doesn’t arrive; that way, your most recent offer will be displayed on the Missing Star menu. (Also, please notify Super Tree about this issue.) Tip: You may notice that an offer you were in the middle of completing has disappeared from Tapjoy’s offer list. From personal experience, as long as you complete that specific offer’s requirements, you will still be rewarded for it. 

The guide/list is continued under the cut! [*] This guide will also be regularly updated.

Updates: - 11/11/2017. - 11/27/2017. [New additions marked by a 🌺 ]

First off, do the “download and run” offers. You usually only need to keep them open for ~10 seconds, and then you’ll receive your reward immediately. I would refrain from doing any offers that require money/a subscription or personal information such as email, credit card information, address, etc. I would also avoid surveys that promise a high Star payout (above 1,000 Stars) because those are dubious.

✔️ Here’s what I would recommend doing, in no particular order (as of yet):

▪️ [160 Stars]: Download Taichi Panda 3: Dragon Hunter and complete the tutorial. This was fairly quick to complete; it took me around 15-20 minutes while multi-tasking, but I most likely played past the actual tutorial.

▪️ [102 Stars]: Download Final Chronicle and complete the tutorial. This one took roughly 25 minutes. Use auto-mode for the battles, and just keep playing until the game stops giving you direct instructions on what to do. 

▪️ [1142 Stars]: Complete the Homescapes tutorial and reach level 10. Reach level 10 on Township. I grouped these together because I did them at the same time/received the rewards all at once, so I’m not sure how many Stars they give individually. Both of them took a couple of days to complete. Township requires minimal effort, but it takes some time and patience. Use the diamonds to speed up wait times. Homescapes could definitely be finished within one day (an hour?) if you’re good at games like Candy Crush. You just have to finish 10 levels to “reach level 10,” but I’m bad at it, so I took my time.

▪️ [240 Stars]: Complete the Easy Fast Quiz within 90 seconds (?) This quiz only had 5 questions, and it lets you retry if you don’t get a high enough score. I managed to get 4/5 correct my second time around, and I was rewarded immediately. I’m not sure if it actually times you, but I probably finished it within 2 minutes. The questions/quiz/answers may vary, but here are the answers I chose: White gloves, Canberra, Blue Jay, During Roman times, 72.  The quiz randomizes the order of the answer choices, so be careful when choosing your answer. If your answer choice is A, keep in mind that the quiz may display the answer choices as D, B, A, C.

▪️ [180 Stars]: Complete the Easy Cartoon Quiz. I failed this 5-question quiz the first time. I opted to try another quiz, and I got a different one about random general knowledge topics. Here are apparently all of the possible answers to the Easy Cartoon Quiz, though: 1. Walt Disney 2. Sarabi 3. Seven 4. Smelly 5. Cinderella 6. Cheshire Cat 7. A dragon 8. O'Malley 9. Sneezy/Dopey 10. Sydney

▪️ [800 Stars]: Install Megastar and connect your Facebook account to it. I got my reward in 5 minutes. I just used a secondary spam Facebook account, but the application seems safe enough to link to a real Facebook; that’s entirely up to you to decide, though.

▪️ [~150 Stars]: Install Art of Conquest and complete the tutorial.

🌺 ▪️ [150 Stars]: Install Fairway Solitaire and complete Course 1. Completing Course 1 by itself took less than 5 minutes, but I didn’t get my reward until an hour later. There’s another offer where you have to complete Course 6, which I’ve included in the ❔ area.

❔ A dubious “up to you to decide” area:

▪️ [72 + ~200]: Download the Coin Dozer app and reach level 8. Reaching level 8 took me around 2-3 days. It doesn’t require a lot of effort, but I personally hate games like these. It would take a few hours for the coins to fully restock, so it doesn’t appear to be a game that you could rush through.

▪️ [600 Stars] : Play the online Boat Game for 5 minutes. I had to email Tapjoy in order to receive my reward. They replied and rewarded me within a day, but I can’t attest to how prompt their response will be for anyone else. The game itself is difficult (for me, at least), and you’ll likely lose within 10 seconds. Every time you lose, you have to watch a 30 second advertisement. I played/watched the ads for at least 10 minutes, and then I just let the game run for an extra 20 minutes to be on the safe side because I wasn’t sure if the ads counted toward the 5 minutes. For 600 Stars, I’d say it was worth it.

▪️  [~200 Stars]: Download Fishdom and complete the tutorial. From personal experience, getting through the tutorial should take around 10 minutes. However, I personally wasn’t able to get the reward because it was linked to my Google Play Games account, and I’ve read complaints from people who supposedly didn’t receive their reward after completion. I’m not sure. I think it can be worth trying, but in case this is just another one of those offers that don’t dole out rewards, I’d avoid.

▪️  [180 Stars]: Play the Easy Witch Quiz and get all of the questions correct. The quiz itself isn’t a problem; just keep guessing and re-trying until you get everything right, but I had to email Tapjoy to get my reward.

▪️  [180 Stars]: Play the Flag Quiz and get all of the questions correct. Offers by QuizFactory just never seem to actually send out rewards. Like the last quiz, I had to email Tapjoy to get my reward. Honestly speaking, I don’t think it’s worth the time for just 180 Stars.

▪️  [100 Stars]: Download Tens and get 300 points. I might just be really terrible at this game, but it took me some time to complete the offer. I would estimate and say it took around 3-4 days of casual playing. 

🌺 ▪️ [400 Stars]: Install Fairway Solitaire and complete Course 6. I unfortunately didn’t get my reward for this one, but it didn’t take too long to complete, so I think it’s worth giving it a try.

❌ Here’s what I would not recommend:

▪️  [69 + 1700 + 714]: Download Lords Mobile and run the app. Reach Castle level 7. Collect 5 heroes. This offer was extremely disappointing. It didn’t take all too much time or effort to complete, so I was really excited about getting my rewards, but they never came. I sent Tapjoy an email on October 7th after waiting for a day, and to this day, Tapjoy still has not sent me an email back. I know other people had issues with getting their rewards for this offer, so I would avoid this wholeheartedly. Don’t waste your time.

▪️  [538 Stars]: Reach Level 6 on Game of Dice. I didn’t receive my reward for this one, and I didn’t have the opportunity to send Tapjoy a ticket because the drop-down menu where you select an offer is broken.

▪️  [140 Stars]: Play the Easy Halloween Quiz.  It’s 20 questions. You have to get all 20 questions right. Unless you know where Pagans frequent to celebrate Halloween, I’d advise against doing this quiz; it’s just not worth the time or effort.