#i think we’re hanging out on the weekend tho and it literally can’t come soon enough

[queerwhohatesithere]

being so normal rn lying lying lying i got a goodnight text with a <3 and her saying she missed me and saying it’s okay for me to say that (bc i’m paranoid) aaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[dreamofbona]

starlight - park jongseong

summary: when your family decides to move, you're not happy at all. even though your social life is crumbling, you want to stay in new york. besides, what's to say that life in seattle will be better?

alternatively: you move to seattle and learn how to live (2521-esque)

genre: high school au, fluff, angst

pairing: jay x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.3 k

other characters: jake, heeseung, kim chaewon, huh yunjin, sakura, huening kai, taehyun

Chapter Two:

Days pass, and you continue getting accustomed to Seattle. By the end of your first week, you can confidently say that you think this friend group is gonna last.

It’s the Saturday after the first week of school that you get the text. It’s in the big group chat.

jjongsaeng: i’m bored. anyone up for going 2 the beach? 

jenjen: don’t you have hw?

jjongsaeng: i’m a procrastinator

heehee: i’m up for the beach

heehee: when we going?

aussie boyy: we should do hw @ the beach

zuha: that defeats the purpose of the beach

heehee: yk it’s a fact when zuha speaks on it

heehee: our fav internet grandma zuha

heehee: she probably spent an hour typing that out we should respect that effort

zuha: i resent that

chaechae: i’m in. i’m also a procrastinator. 

jenjen: *sighs* fine then

jjongsaeng: this convo is literally over text. u can’t sigh like that

jenjen: dramatic effect jjong. it’s an art. 

jenjen: anyways y/n, kai and tyun r awfully quiet. r yall hanging without us?

y/n: no never! i’m gonna have to opt out tho lots of hw

chaechae: NO

chaechae: no hw ur coming to the beach

y/n: … 

y/n: fine then but if i fail history that’s on u chae u go talk to my parents

heehee: yay! kai? tyun? 

kai: sorry can’t make it i got a coffee date

jenjen: A DATE?! WITH WHO?! SPILL THE TEA CHILD

kai: no. bye. 

aussie boyy: guess we’ll have to interrogate him on monday 

aussie boyy: tyun? taehyun? kang taehyun? hello? 

tea-hyun: can’t sorry. prior commitment. next time yall

Once everyone’s decided whether or not they can come, you and the others text separately to figure out rides. Jay, Chaewon, and Jake can drive, so you assign rides based on proximity. 

jjongsaeng: alright then. so, we’ll meet at the beach. well, i’ll see y/n and jen soon. 

You see a black sedan pull up outside your house, and a head of blonde hair gets out. You grab the bag you’d prepared for the beach, run down the stairs, but fail to beat your parents out the door.

“Mom, Dad, this is Jay. Jay, these are my parents.” you say, quickly. “Great! Now that we have introductions out of the way, beach time!” 

You try to get out the door, but your dad says, “Wait, hold on a second. I want to meet your friends.”

“Another time, Dad,” you respond. 

“So, Jay,” your dad goes on, “you’re also a junior? What’re you interested in?”

Jay nods, “Yeah, I’m also a junior. In school I like English and History. Outside of that, I love the arts - singing, dancing, painting - and fashion.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” says your dad. “I have zero fashion sense. Anyways, you guys are going to the beach?”

You nod, “Yeah, I already told you, you said sure, go and have fun.”

“I know,” your dad says. “So, is it just the two of you?”

“No,” says Jay. “We’re picking up another friend, and then the others are meeting us there.”

“Nice,” says your mom. “Sounds like fun. I’ll have to meet all of you at some point. Invite them over, Y/N,” she says to you.

“I will,” you respond.

“Alright, we won’t hold you kids any longer. Go have fun. Don’t get eaten by a shark!” says your dad.

You roll your eyes, following Jay out the door and into his car. He gets in the driver’s seat, you sit in the passenger seat - perks of being the first one picked up - and he starts making conversation. It’s nice, but you’re also a bit shocked: this is the most he’s talked to you since the first day of school. 

“So, how’s your weekend been so far, Y/N?” he asks, glancing at you before looking back at the road (he’s a safe driver like that). 

“It’s been good,” you say. “I slept in, it’s Saturday so waffle day, and then I procrastinated, did homework, watched YouTube videos, procrastinated, did more homework… What about you?”

Jay chuckles, “The same, pretty much. Homework is, well, homework. Depending on the class, it’s either fun, bearable, or torture.”

“So true,” you agree, “I love English homework, it’s so fun. I’m also okay with History and Science. Hate math homework though. It’s good practice but an awful experience.”

“I love History homework,” says Jay. “I find it so cool to learn about different time periods. I also like looking at pictures and drawings, seeing what people wore, what the beauty standards were. Did you know that in Florence, back in the 1600s, women bleached their hair in the sun and dyed it with urine? Having blonde hair was the beauty standard, and that’s how they did it.”

You crinkle your nose, disgusted. “Ew.”

“They also,” Jay continues, “believed that bigger foreheads were more attractive, so they’d pluck hair to move their hairline further up.”

“Beauty at the price of pain,” you say, not knowing how to respond. “I could never do that.”

Jay laughs, “Me neither.”

You then pull up to a gorgeous house, painted light blue, with a long dark driveway. Just as Jay parks the car, Jen runs out the door, bag in hand.

“Thank God you’re here,” she says. “My parents wanted me to do homework while waiting. Math homework.” She waves towards the house, before sitting in the backseat. “I hate doing math homework with them.”

“Did your parents also ask you to memorize times tables and recite them when you were eight?” you ask, and Jen laughs, nodding. 

“Yup. Awful childhood experience. Especially because we have calculators, like I get that they grew up not using calculators, but I don’t need to memorize basic math. I’d rather memorize song lyrics.” she says. 

“Relatable,” says Jay.

You three carry on, discussing school and adults and life. Before you know it, Jay’s parking the car, and then you three get out, grabbing your bags and meeting up with the others.

“I’m traumatized,” is the first thing Zuha says. “She drives like a maniac.”

Chaewon pouts, “I’m a good driver. The state of Washington agrees.”

“Maybe back then,” says Zuha, “but not anymore. I’m never sitting in a car with you again.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” argues Chaewon, but Zuha’s shaking her head.

“You ran through three red lights, rolled through four stop signs, didn’t blink when changing lines, went 20 miles over the speed limit, yelled at slower drivers - they could hear you, Chae, calling them “fucking idiots”. I was scared someone would snap and follow us. Road rage is a very real thing.” 

Zuha looks exhausted, Chaewon is pouting, and everyone else is laughing. You included. Who would’ve guessed that Chaewon was crazy behind the wheel? Well, everyone, actually. You’d been shocked that she had her license. For good reason, you now know.

“I’m not driving back with you,” says Zuha.

“I’ll give you a ride,” responds Jake. “Your house is on my route anyways.”

Zuha breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“Then who will go with me? I’ll be all alone,” Chaewon whines. 

“That sounds like a you problem,” says Heeseung. “I’ll go with you though. I want to sit in a car with you. It’s like a free amusement park ride. Six Flags will be a piece of cake after sitting in a car with you.”

Everyone laughs, and you all start walking towards the sand. Jake brought a beach umbrella, and you set it up, along with some lawn chairs and towels. You all brought snacks, and Heeseung has a cooler as well filled with cold drinks.

The beach is fun. At one point, you all go in the water, splashing each other. Heeseung shoves Jay in the water, who then shoves him back. Jake is watching, laughing, until he gets dunked in the water by Jen. Everyone splashes and jumps and screams and it’s a fun time, something you had never done with your friends back home. 

You also talk a lot with Jay. It makes you happy - all of your friends are nice, but there’s something about Jay that draws you in. He’s so thoughtful, kind, funny. He tends to be quiet, but sometimes he’s extremely loud and energetic and he absolutely brightens the room. Because of his more quiet tendencies, it feels more authentic and thoughtful when he does speak and engage in conversation. It also feels more personal, private, like whatever he’s telling you is for you alone, like he’s making a special effort to tell you about a piece of him. You like getting pieces of him. It makes you feel like you’re closer to figuring him out. And you want to figure him out - he has an incredible smile, and you want to know the secret behind it. You want to make that smile happen. 

Jay sits next to you on the sand, talking about the way the sun’s light is hitting the waves of the ocean, about how it would make for such a nice painting. Not a picture, a painting. Jay’s so artistic. 

“You should paint it,” you tell him as he’s pondering out loud the different shades of blue and green that would be mixed to replicate the color of the ocean waves. 

“Should I?” he asks, “I’m not a great artist.”

“I don’t believe that,” you respond. “Paint it. I feel like you know a lot about art.”

Jay shrugs, “I like art. I think it’s because I also like history, and fashion. Art is so intertwined with both of those areas. I mean, all three are intertwined, really. There’s history and art behind fashion. There’s art and fashion throughout history. There’s art from different historical time periods, and fashion is art…” he rambles on for a bit, before blushing, “I’m probably boring you, aren’t I?”

You shake your head, “Not at all. I’ve never really thought much about any of those connections, or subject areas, so it’s interesting to learn about it. It’s cool that you think so much about it. Especially the attention to detail - details are so important, but people always gloss over them.”

Jay grins, “I feel the same way. Art without details, writing without details, anything without details, really, would be so dull, vague, uninteresting. Details give life to things.”

Through the glare of the sun, you try to focus on the details in his smile. “They really do,” you agree.

You really enjoy the beach day. It’s a good break from studying, and it’s fun to spend time with your friends. Between conversations on the sand, hanging out in the water, picnicking in the shade, you feel a sense of community and belonging. 

You’re also really happy because of Jay. You’ve talked to him so much today, and it makes you happy. It’s a weird feeling, and it makes you nervous - you feel giddy and excited whenever you talk to him, and you never feel like that around other people.

Later that night, you’re in your pajamas, getting ready for bed. You’re under your covers, about to turn your light off, when your phone buzzes. 

You’re not all that sleepy, so you pick up your phone from your nightstand, and see a notification. It’s in a group chat with Jen, Zuha, and Chaewon.

jenjen: so are we gonna talk abt jay and y/n?

y/n: ??

y/n: there’s nothing to talk abt?

zuha: yup and chae’s a good driver

chaechae: i resent that but i agree

jenjen: zuha stop talking abt chae’s driving for one second

jenjen: we have more important matters to discuss

zuha: 🙄

jenjen: do u like him back?

chaechae: that’s a stupid question it’s obvious she likes him

y/n: i don’t like him! I like being friends w him but just that

zuha: stop lying to yourself! ur acting like chaewon rn

chaechae: i’m feeling v unsafe in this gc rn

zuha: that’s how i felt in a car w u

jenjen: zuha, very kindly, shut up abt chae’s driving 

jenjen: anyways, y/n, do u like talking to jay?

y/n: yes

jenjen: do u like seeing him smile?

y/n: yes, doesn’t everyone?

jenjen: did u blush when u saw him with wet hair? water droplets falling on his skin?

y/n: … maybe. didn’t the rest of u?

jenjen: y/n, sweet sweet child, NO 

zuha: no

chaechae: no

jenjen: confirmed y/n likes jay

chaechae: and he likes her back he’s kinda pathetic abt it

chaechae: bro drove out of his way to pick her up before jennifer

y/n: he did?

zuha: he didn’t want his gf to die in a car w u

chaechae: i want to block her, can i block her?

jenjen: anyways, it’s obvious he likes u

jenjen: he wouldn’t stop talking to u today, after a week of barely talking to u

zuha: it’s cuz kai’s on a date, so he knows y/n and kai don’t have a thing

y/n: he thought kai and i had a thing?

jenjen: u didn’t know? he looked so pissed everytime u talked to the kid

jenjen: i was half expecting a fight 

chaechae: i wish there was a fight that would be funny

zuha: this is why u shouldn’t have a license

y/n: well at least he knows that kai and i aren’t a thing

y/n: speaking of which who’s kai dating?

jenjen: idk, kid refused to tell me

chaechae: i have a few ideas but i’m not sure

zuha: idk, we’ll see monday

jenjen: as long as it’s not u, it doesn’t matter

jenjen: i’m the captain of jay x y/n and i need to see my ship sail

y/n: so u guys r sure he likes me?

zuha: yes

chaechae: yes

jenjen: yes

y/n: huh

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[perriewinklenerdie]

We made a vow (Ethan x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N:  Hey, hi, hello! How are we doing this (kinda, but not really, uni started and I feel the need to sleep and complain even tho nothing has happened yet, really) fine day? It's weekend, guys! Yesterday I got an ask with an idea that felt way too painful and emotional for me to not write. (I almost cried while writing it, cause I got emo :) ) So, we brainstormed; we wrote; we made an edit; here we are now.

It’s part of the ESIMY series but can be read as a separate work. (E and C got married before they started working together. That’s about all you need to know.)

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Summary: What impact would the events of Chapter 11 have on Ethan and Claire if they were married at the time? 

Enjoy! <3

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Nothing that happened so far that day clued him in that something was about to happen. He went about his day as usual, depending on his coffee to push him through the sleepiness he was feeling. A slight smirk appeared on his lips every time he remembered how his wife kept him up all night, being the sole reason for his tiredness. She would, of course, deny everything and say that it was him who kept her up, not the other way around, but in those moments, neither of them ever cared who started and who made it last.

Everything that day was going perfectly. Which should have been his first red flag.

He never would have believed it was possible to happen, but as soon as he turned the corner, the air changed. A blow to his chest and a hand wrapping around his heart, squeezing tighter with each step forward he took. It was getting harder to breathe and he couldn’t explain it. Then he looked inside the room of the senator, and suddenly he knew everything and nothing at once.

Claire noticed him almost immediately. Their silent conversation lasted only a fraction of a second, after which he was throwing himself at the door, trying to reach her and find answers to his confusion. But the door wouldn’t budge; her grip on the handle was tight, her shoulder keeping the door closed.

“Ethan, don’t come in here.” She exclaimed, panic seeping into her features. He didn’t understand; he desperately needed to, though, because with each moment that passed with a barrier between them, the chances of him keeping a level head were getting smaller and smaller.

“Claire, what’s happening?” he asked, pulling his eyes away from her, not without effort, to diagnose the situation in the room. Pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, painting a horrifying picture in his mind. He looked back at her, pleading with his gaze for her to tell him that it wasn’t what he already knew was the case. But she couldn’t do that.

“Travis just tried to kill the Senator. Ed escaped, and whatever was in that can got on Travis, Danny and Bobby. Rafael and I were affected too, though not as much.”

“How much?”

“I breathed some in. Maybe some more on my hands.” They both looked down at her wrists, a layer of an unknown substance sparkling in the bright light of the room. “It’s bad, Ethan. I just don’t know how bad yet.”

Ethan refused to look away from her for a long moment. If only he could take her into his arms and shield her from it all. They could be far away from this, far away from idiots like the Senator, far away from danger. It was too late for that now; she was already affected. She could already be on her way to leaving him, and all he was able do was stop and stare at her. Scared that if he looked away, she would disappear.

After making sure that no one could see her face, she mouthed ‘I love you’, her lower lip trembling as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. He couldn’t mirror her gesture, with people standing behind her having the potential to see him, but he could place his hand on the glass and pretend that he could feel the warmth of her hand when she did that too.

“I’ll make it right, Claire. You’re not dying on me. Not now, not ever.”

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“Dr. Herondale, you need to change into these.” A nurse’s voice was a bit quiet due to the hazmat suit she wore. Extending her hand, she handed Claire a plain gown, waiting patiently for her to change in the bathroom. When she was handed back the clothes the blonde doctor was wearing, she noticed a necklace around her neck. “All the jewelry too.”

Claire shook her head. “I never take this off. I can’t.”

“I’m afraid there’s no other choice, Dr. Herondale. I’m sorry about that.” She responded with a sympathetic look on her face, but there was no discussion.

With a shuddered breath, Claire reached for the clasp at the back of her neck, taking the necklace off tenderly. A golden band was hanging from it. Her wedding ring. When she’s at work, she keeps it hidden to not raise any questions, and so does Ethan. But as soon as their shifts end, they fall back into the comfort of their marriage and rings go back on their fingers.

She traced the rim of the ring with her thumb. Pensively, she turned to the nurse. “Can you give it to Dr. Ramsey? For safekeeping?”

“Of course, I’ll get that to him right away.”

Claire didn’t have to wait long to see her husband again. As soon as he got the ring, he shot up from his seat and practically ran to her. She was sitting by the wall, eyes closed most likely due to a wave of nausea that she was complaining about the last time he saw her.

“Claire?” he called out, his voice coming out much gentler than he knew it should. She looked at him, standing up slowly to walk over to the window. She didn’t even have to ask to know why he was there.”

“You got it, right?” she asked as a formality, an attempt to make them both feel better. He laughed quietly, raising his hand to show her a thin golden chain, wrapped around his hand lightly, a sparkling band touching his wrist.

“How are you feeling?” he nodded towards the room, grasping at any shred of information to ease his mind even a little bit.

“My head hurts a bit, but nothing else has changed. Any progress on the diagnosis?” as soon as the question left her mouth, his face fell. He shook his head, closing his eyes in shame.

“I feel like I’m letting you down.”

“Ethan, no.” she interrupted him before he could say anything else. “I can’t shake you literally, so you’re going to have to do that yourself. None, and I mean it, none of this is your fault. You hear me?”

“Yes, Dr. Herondale.” He teased, smiling for the first time since the incident. He hesitated for a bit, then decided to go with his idea. Unwrapping the chain from around his hand, he slipped it around his neck, letting it rest against his chest, protected from the view by the fabric of his shirt. “You better come out to take it back. I have mine, it needs you to have the other one.”

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Sienna was keeping her eyes trained on the road ahead of them, nervously twisting her fingers. Ethan was almost waiting for his wife’s friend to ask the question that he could practically hear in the way she was shaking impatiently in her seat.

“Claire talks a lot about you.” she said innocently, doing exactly what Ethan expected her to do. And yet, he didn’t know how to respond. You should have thought of a response.

“We’re friends.” He decided to play it safe, hoping that she would drop the subject. She didn’t.

“It seems like more than friends, with all due respect.”

Ethan was never a person to say the first thing that comes to his mind. So why did he start now? “I have feelings for her.” And as soon as the words left his mouth, a flash of cold ran down his spine, freezing him in place.

Sienna gasped, her face lighting up giddily. “I freaking knew it! You have the vibe!”

“I beg your pardon?” Ethan stuttered, trying to do some damage control that he knew was most likely a futile effort. She turned to look at him with a serious glint in her eyes.

“It’s very subtle, I just notice those things. Does she know? About your feelings?”

“She does.”

“So you two are dating?” another excited scream filled the air in the car, making him feel as though the walls were closing in on him. They spent so long trying to keep their feelings hidden, and then there was Sienna that seemingly saw through it all, even if she didn’t know the details. Clearly, she didn’t know everything, but with enough reckless confessions from him, she’d put it all together.

“No.” he answered truthfully. “We’re not dating. We talked about it and decided to stay away from each other at work, so we wouldn’t risk her career. And that’s all I’ll say on that matter.” He added, cutting her short when he saw her opening her mouth to ask more questions.

The only sound that could be heard was the gently hum of the car moving on the concrete. The atmosphere got heavier as the glooming vision of possible tragedy hung over their heads.

“Do you think they’ll survive this?” Sienna asked quietly, fighting the tightness in her throat and the tears in her eyes. Ethan didn’t want to have to think about it. Up until this point, he wouldn’t let himself even think about the possibility of losing Claire.

“I- I don’t know.” He hated not having an answer, hated the feeling of uncertainty. He’s been terrified before; he’s felt helplessness before too. This time was worse on so many levels that his mind refused to register all of them. His determination was burning in his chest, fighting the terror in his mind. It wasn’t over. Not yet. “But I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that they do.”

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They’re left alone as their friends and colleagues rushed off to race against the time and find the cure. Ethan stood by her side, looking at her from behind the plastic pane of his suit, his whole body aching as though he’s ran a marathon. Because in a way, he did. She was looking at him with tired eyes, her signature glimmer in her eyes gone. The only thing that was still left of his wife that hasn’t changed was the smile on her face. A smile she had only for him; a smile that was the first thing that made him fall for her. He could see through her façade, though, knowing how much it cost her to smile like that.

“Claire, I-“ he started speaking. He thought he was strong enough to pull them both through it. How wrong he was. He choked on his words, all defenses falling to the ground and baring him to the pain that was shadowing him for the whole day. She fell into his arms, her tears trailing down the stiff layer of his suit, the skin of her cheek sticking to it uncomfortably.

“Promise me.” she whispered, trying to clear her throat enough to make her voice more audible. “Promise me that you won’t shut down. That you won’t push everyone away.” she felt him freeze when he realized what she was doing. He tired to move away so he could protest, but she kept him in place firmly, her arms holding onto his waist tightly. “Promise me you’ll take care of Jenner. And let Naveen in. And Alan. And Louise.” He stopped fighting, surprised by her words. She nodded, nuzzling her face into his chest. “Yes, her too. You’re going to need people to survive this if- if I-“

She started hyperventilating, unable to finish whatever sentence she had in mind. Ethan’s grip on her grounded her in reality that she didn’t want to be in but wouldn’t have it any other way at the same time. Because in this reality, she had him, and he was everything she ever needed. She wouldn’t give him up for anything.

Ethan’s entire body began to shake, wrecked by sobs that stole the air he was supposed to be breathing. He picked her up and carried her to bed, gathering her in his arms and rocking them both in a gentle back and forth motion.

“Stop. You’re not dying. You’re not leaving me this soon, and I’m not leaving you either. We promised each other a life together.” He picked her left hand up, pressing his thumb to her ring finger. Remembering that her ring was with him, he places her hand over the place it was resting, letting her feel the outlines of it through the rough material of the suit. “It’s waiting to go back on that little finger of yours. And it will. We’re gonna find a cure and you’ll be fine.” His embrace brought her closed, making her basically lie down on top of him, as close as their current situation would allow.

“I’m going to take you back home and take care of you. Help you overcome all the demons that haunt that beautiful mind of yours.” He continued, their legs tangled despite hers being covered by the blanket, her hand holding onto his tightly, wishing she could feel his skin instead of a thick layer of plastic. “I’m going to love you so much and so hard that you’ll forget about the world outside. I love you Claire. We’re going to have a long and happy life together, you, Jenner and I.”

“And we’ll get a cat.” She laughed, the sound mixing with her sobs that slowly begun to subside. He smiled at the thought, finding it hard to disagree with her.

“I’m sure Jenner would love that.”

“I already asked and got the approval.”

“Of course you did.” there was lightness in his voice, some of the weight lifted off his chest. Long as she was breathing, talking and holding him tight, there was still time. “We’re going to get through this.” he whispered, holding her long into the night as she slept.

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Next morning brought them the hope they needed along with the cure. Hour after hour, her situation was looking up and eventually, she was cleared to be transferred to the other room. Claire couldn’t begin to explain the sheer happiness she felt when she saw her husband walk through the door without that ridiculous suit on. Her body came to life when she embraced him tightly and actually felt him, the warmth of his body, the lines of his muscles, all of which she knew by heart. Tears were falling down her cheeks and his, mixing together the further down they were, and their embrace didn’t seem friendly, but they were both beyond the point of caring. No more distance, no more danger to keep them away from each other.

Ethan walked her to her new room, taking his time to not strain her too much. He even suggested carrying her there, but she refused to let him out them like that, saying that there’s a perfectly working wheelchair that would do the job almost as good as his arms.

“Though, for the record, I prefer your arms.” She grinned, winking at him playfully.

He took a quick look over the corridor, making sure they were alone before locking the door behind them and stepping closer to her. He reached for the chain around his neck and took it off, sliding the ring into his palm. Taking her hand in his, he put the ring on her finger, something changing in the air around them, clicking into place. Ethan raised her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the golden band, his eyes finding hers and locking them in an intense gaze that said everything that needed to be said.

“In sickness and in health.” He muttered, pulling on her fingers to rest her arm on his shoulder as their lips met softly. She laughed sweetly, nuzzling her nose against his in a tender act of affection.

“For better or worse.” Claire wrapped her other arm around his neck, pressing them closer together as the world melted away for a short while.

[sposp0]

this is j me rambling bc i have no one to talk to (i mean that’s basically this whole blog 😩) so feel free to skip lmao

i rly should stop watching creepy shit before bed omg... now i’m all freaked out & i’m tired but can’t sleep. i don’t get scared by things easily in the moment but as soon as it’s nighttime.... bruh the things i watched weren’t even like horror movies or anything it was just youtube videos talking ABOUT horror/scary stories. gotta love cadaber & wendigoon lol. but omg i’d watched the local 58 videos forever ago but then today i watched wendigoon’s video on it & it like unlocked the memory & now i keep thinking abt the real sleep one omg i’m so creeped out ah i should change the subject lol

i’m making diy platform boots!! i found some rly cool boots at the thrift store & i got some flip flops to make the platform part with so now i’m just waiting for the glue on the flip flops to dry. it kinda got fucked up bc the flip flops weren’t long enough for the shoe so i had to like stagger them? i’ll probably have to put more foam in it & maybe wood pieces, plus i’ll have to decorate it so the outside looks even... ugh. i hope we have everything we need bc i rly don’t wanna make my dad take me to the store again lol. but i’m excited for the shoes & the opportunity to do this lil project, it should be fun :) maybe i’ll order some lil spikes to decorate them with :0

my crush and i hung out yesterday like i talked abt, but i’ve been feeling mad guilty lmao. we played we’re not really strangers, and yk at the end of the game u give each other notes to read once you’ve parted ways. mine was basically just like “you’re really cool, you should be more confident! people like you! we should hang out more :)” & then his was like “you have one of the most beautiful souls on the planet. i’m so grateful we met and i hope we never lose this special connection. i love you bro” LIKE?????????????? ok first of all i’m rly happy abt their note bc omg we hardly know each other and he’s dropping the L-word, in a clearly platonic sense but that’s great i mean wow. but u can see why i feel guilty bc WHAT THE FUCK MY LETTER IS LITERALLY SO BASIC COMPARED TO HIS???? i feel so bad omg i would’ve written sumn like he did but i couldn’t rly think of anything in the moment & i didn’t wanna come on too strong but now i’m scared he thinks i don’t like him... omg... he got his 2nd covid vaccine friday btw so he still kinda feels like shit probably, but if he felt better we were gonna go thrift shopping this weekend. he hasn’t reached out tho so idk. i’m kinda scared to message them but i probably will soon j to check in abt the vaccine & let them know im not ghosting them or sumn lmao. we probably won’t get to go this weekend but i’m hoping we will next weekend maybe? idk bc i’m going back to hybrid school and covid is p bad at my school so i don’t wanna get him sick.. like ik he has the vaccine now but i’m still scared 💀 n e wayzzz next time we hang out i’m gonna maybe give them another note to open up when i leave to make up for how terrible the first one was. would that be awkward? idk i feel like it would either be rly sweet or kinda weird. maybe i’ll bring paper and stuff for him to write a note for me & that can be like a lil tradition for us, that’d be cute. ik ive ranted abt him for so long but i promise i’m not obsessed 💀 this is just the first time i’ve made a friend since elementary school & i also have a bit of a crush on him so i rly rly want things to go well. thus, i’m overthinking. ughhh. i rly hope things go well. i’m trying to let it just run its course but it’s so difficult. i rly care too much

ok jfc LONG post i apologize. idrk how to end this lmfao.. bye ig 😩

[wheelthefridge]

in honor of last night having been my last ever shift dishwashing at the same restaurant i’ve been at for the past four years here’s an absurdly long list of random chaotic moments that literally no one asked for that i’ve been compiling since day one:

bj, with a half full gallon of orange juice: this expired two months ago. *pours down drain* that was a long time ago

sam: YOU! I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU!! *carries on normally with no explanation* bj: smack that! that too! smack those vegetables! punch that burger in the nose! chop that bun! bob: no, flick the bun. you have to flick it. 

*bad and boujee playing* bj: walks into kitchen, singing bj: you better know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away, know when to run bj: walks out of kitchen, still singing

me: hey can you put the wet floor sign out for me dylan: sure dylan: *slips while putting the sign out* me:

sam: get this- i haven’t smoked pot in like three days and my brain is ready to roll! yeah!

joe: ha! oldest trick in the book i just started writing 

dude @bar: ten percent of people are over 6'1" other dude: what about 6'2"  dude 1: what? no. ten percent of people are OVER 6'1" - so that includes 6'2" dude 2: idk I know a lot of tall guys. taller than me dude 1: what? i’m saying- just- ten percent of everyone in the whole world- you know how many people there are in the world? 7 billion– dude 2: i thought it was six billion  dude 1: no, 7 billion- ten percent of 7 billion—

joe, digging through the trash: i’m just gonna peruse through here,, aaaaannnd….. nope not here me: what’re u looking for Joe: …..a book

didi: is eating a pistachio  katherine: is that sour cream

sam: some dirty whorebag wants two pickles 

joe: sam she am. that’s right. dr seuss wrote a book about her 

katherine: oh my goddd this song is always on i’m so tired of it joe: is it? i don’t think i’ve heard it before carolyn: eh it’s all just one long brazilian song to me

katherine: look at my straw i put it in the pencil sharpener 

sam: i’m on crack cocaine. you heard it here

sam, aggressively putting silverware in the tray: just the way the cookie crumbles me: yeah? sam, fake crying: yes

adele: if you’re ready- sam: what if I’m not bob: too bad. she only cares if she’s ready

something: *breaks* sam: time for the mop. and by mop i mean… this thing *holds up dustpan*

mike: you should go on junior master chef…. and only make fries 

sam, quietly as she speedwalks by me: panic panic panic panic panic panic panic panic

sam, beginning of the night: my goal is to make at least forty bucks tonight. hopefully sixty sam, later that night: i’ve made five dollars

sam, pouring a drink into the trash right next to the sink: you know, im not sure why i poured that in the trash. i’ve had a very off day

katherine, after accidentally spraying salsa on herself: i just sprayed salsa all over myself bj: i feel like that too sometimes. i love salsa so much

sam: can you imagine if i did like hardcore drugs how messed up i would be- i’m messed up soberly

someone: what’re you supposed to feed twenty kids  kerry: pizza bj: vodka 

sam: will you let bob know there’s gonna be seven in the snug bj: seven in the snug? that’s my band name. we’re really good

edson: *spins cover on counter and stares at it for solid thirty seconds before putting his finger down to stop it* edson: good. 

sam: what should i draw bj: you should draw casey, hanging from a cliff, with a pterodactyl flying towards them who is on fire, but, seems optimistic about it 

bj: life is too short for low fat cheese. remember that. 

sam, beginning of night, in a really good mood: guess what i’m drunk and high right now  sam, later that night: i was just pouring a beer and i dropped it. like my hand just let go of it sam, end of night: i’m never doing this again 

joe: you know who didn’t clock out yet?? i have two thumbs! joe: ……wait joe: you know who has two thumbs and hasn’t clocked out yet?? this guy!! me: there ya go buddy

bob: i’ve slept fifteen hours in the past four days me: that’s not good bob: yeah

edson: look edson: *holds out hand with top spinning in his palm* *giggles*

sam: i cannot wait for this day to be over  me: it’s barely started  sam: i took a shot before i got here. i have more in my car

bob: hi sam sam: hi bob  didi: hi sam sam: fuck off

joe: her? oh yeah her name is sarah whitaker  katherine: oh i think i know her joe: that’s funny because i just made that up. i’m willing to bet money that she’s nineteen tho me: why joe: bc i overheard her say that she’s nineteen

joe: i’m gonna send you a video but you can’t watch it now it’s needs full attention with headphones and the lights off 

bj: if you lose your hand, don’t replace it with a fork. that would be a bad choice. i know it’s probably the cheapest option, right up there with stick, but just spend the money. 

bj, on a different day: i think if you were to get your hands cut off, getting them replaced with plates would be a very bad idea. you can dig. and you can toss. but that’s about it. no playing the saxophone.  

colby: *doesn’t show up to work* bj: maybe i should leave him a message of just me crying 

katherine: i think an old man just asked me to live with him

sam: wait *pulls celery strings out of her mouth* that just came out of my throat

bob: i’m such a grump tonight. i’m in a good mood i’m just so grumpy.  bob: maybe i’m not in a good mood…

bj, after sending christa downstairs to get liquor for the bar: i put a live cobra down there too so… if she comes back with it dead in her hands…. she’s a champ. and that’s that. 

bj: i had a dog today did you have a dog? me: no bj: oh. well. 

dylan, holding phone camera at joe: hey joe can you pull ur shirt down joe, pulling the collar of his shirt halfway down his chest: yeah like this? dylan, taking picture: yeah thanks 

bj: HI-YAH carley: you’re a ninja!! bj: yes. don’t be alarmed. i only use my powers for good. 

bj, with one bottle in each hand, pouring water in the sink, mimicking cow milking motions: it’s like a cow. mooooooeeeeeeuuuuuhhhhhhgggg aaaaaauuuuuueuejhshhsii. that’s what cows sound like right?

bj: we have a dog, and we’re getting chickens. i’m not really sure why were getting chickens. do i consider myself a farmer? not really. 

bj: we should make a youtube channel of just me saying really random things to you and you not responding to me whatsoever me: mhmm

nancy: I’m sleeping

sam: *pours drink out on counter next to sink* sam: wHAT the FuCK was that!? why did i do that?? i’ve lost it! i’ve hit rock bottom!!

sam: *bends over* ughhhhhhhhhhhhh *straightens up* ok i’m fine

bj: yum! that’s how i rate the soup. two yums up!! *laughs for like a full minute*

sam: i got my motorcycle license over the weekend and now all everyone’s saying to me is “no don’t get a motorcycle they’re so dangerous” like shut the fuck up if i die i die it’s my choice 

bj: i think if i were to be turned into some kind of commercial type of food, if i got turned into a nugget, i think i’d be indignant. i’ve lived my whole life and now i’m a nugget??? “oh i was a great roasted-“ i was a nugget. i was eaten with fries out of a box with a small soda. 

bj: hello everybody. i have arrived. please remain calm.  bob: *screams*

radio: the fastest lawn mower in the world goes up to 150 miles per hour! bob: …….why??

sam: i just meowed in scotty’s face and he was completely unfazed by it. like a full on Meow. 

bob: lemme just touch these live wires with my wet hands  bj: bob has gone offline

katherine: i totally forgot to put their order in for i don’t even know how long me: ……..i’m sure it’ll be fine katherine: i mean, nothing matters, right? right. nothing matters. 

bj: hey did you guys hear that kate: yeah what was that bj: oh i was just yelling……….. about the soup kate: me: katherine: bj: i’ll try to keep it down next time

bob: you sleep a lot when you’re old. it’s just practice for death. getting ready for The Big Sleep. let’s see how do i wanna go out? on my back?? nah not for me. on my front babey! 

didi: hi sam sam: SHUT UP didi, quieter: okay…… sam: i love you  didi: no bj: so you’re a grownup now. that’s means you have to do grown up things, like, pay for dinner and stuff? me: uh huh bj: it’s all downhill from here 

bj: pon pon the van poco. right? me: mhmm bj: probably. i mean. i’m no doctor, but

random woman @ bar: we are the matrix. We. Are. The Matrix. 

bj, to the tune of frosty the snowman: clunkity clunk clunk clunkity clunk clunk look at all this stuff. clunkity clunk clunk clunkity clunk clunk making casey’s job tough! pretty good right?? i just made it up 

bj: *walks into kitchen* YES! that’s all i have to say. that’s it. BOBS killing it. DIDIS killing it. casey MURDERED it. you’re welcome. *walks out of kitchen* bj: today is the second day in a row my dog has eaten my lunch. yesterday and then today. it’s my own fault really bob: well you know what they say about men who like floppy french fries. *doesn’t elaborate*

sam: there’s a toy baby in my section. like just a toy baby taking up a seat in my section. what do i do like do i move the bitch? do i leave her there??

bob, talking to himself: if you get sick tomorrow, just remember. it’s your own fault for eating food off the floor. 

bob, to katherine: no, you don’t have to mop the carpet

bj: cheeeesy. 

laura: if i get through tonight without a heart attack it’ll be incredible. if i do have a heart attack tho just let me go

caldo: *unintelligible yelling* SELLING my BODY for SEX *more unintelligible yelling*

bob: my fathers brother sent all his kids to australia. i guess he figured at least one of them would make it

caldo: i don’t trust people who go out to eat tuna fish

bob: can you make some more guacamole soon we’re running low laura: pulls five (5) avocados from her pockets 

bob: he looks like jesus. well. he looks like what white people think jesus looked like

sam: yeah. Please. eat some more mother Fucking crackers. 

bj: i feel like i gave birth to the eggplant stacks tonight. and honestly? if my child looked like that? i’d be proud. proud to have an eggplant child

bj: alright everybody let’s get the fuf out of here!! i said fuf not f- it’s safe. f u f starts and ends with soft letters no one gets hurt. any word that starts with a soft letter and ends with a hard letter is bad news… i feel like every time i come in here i annoy you guys. casey’s one dumbass comment away from killing me. “hey so what are your thoughts on grass?” “that’s it” *mimics shooting a gun*

ilia: -and the dogs gonna get diabetes- katherine, indignantly: i cleaned it really well!

mickey: i’ll tell you one thing. crack is good. 

sam: some lady just rolled up to the bar, no bra, nipples beamin through the shirt- LETS GET IT!!!!

caldo: *speed walks into kitchen and shotguns a beer over the trash* ok i’m back. i should not have smoked this morning

dom: little kid just picked up a knife and went “oh cool i can stab someone” me, katherine, and sam in unison: good dom: yeah the dad took it away 

sam: my friend was like “why is your go to dance move just to snap” and i was like “i don’t know, i’m white” *shrugs*

bj: someone just asked me if i’m having fun. am i having fun? i don’t know if i’m having fun. there are certainly other things i’d rather be doing right now, but i don’t know if i can definitively say that i’m Not having fun. 

bj: some jobs require Only a ladle bj, thirty seconds later, after walking away and coming back: sometimes, also a funnel

bj, @ laura who’s eating cornbread: you cornbread eating chef!!!  laura: bj: laura: bj: i’m just saying facts in a weird way. you know like you’re in trouble. 

sam: *war cry* *spits out gum* *walks away*

bj: what kind of smoothie? Soup Smoothie!!

katherine: so this woman ordered some hot water so i gave it to her and her husband says you know what that’s for right and i’m like ….to drink? and he says nope! and doesn’t explain so i’m just like ………..okay! and walk away bc i don’t even want to know 

bj: there’s no shame in it! A Grown Man Can Bathe In Yogurt!!!

bj, leaning down very close to to-go box: i love you

bob: anyone want a drink? brian: whatever’s your strongest bob: milk it is

guy at bar: sUE HIM?!?!??? oh i’d sue him yeah

sam: who orders something extra cold?? like, you need to Die now thanks. 

sam: do you dare me to drink this buffalo sauce me: yes laura, walking by: snort it

sam: one more day. just one more day laura: of what sam: waking up

bob: *is trying to explain easter to jewish laura* laura: wait so he died… then he came back to life?? then he died Again??? bob: he died. then he came back just to tell people he was alive. then he said SEE YA and ascended to heaven

sam: i HATE margaritas. i don’t know why i just made myself one. 

bob: wow. i have this overpowering urge to just go home. 

bj, putting back a slotted spoon: this is a bad choice for dressing. a bad choice. 

me: *catches a plate about to fall* bj: woah! smooth moves!! spider-man? maybe. 

danny: so you know how at my other job everyone calls me daddy?

sam: *dumps out two full wine glasses* i fucked up. tell no one. 

me: remember when we used to be able to leave early? bob: no. i think we imagined it. 

danny: i didn’t realize we served DICK here -a few min later- danny: sorry i just got out of work and i’m all fired up

sam: my moms drunk and she won’t go home

bob: hey wasn’t that slang for mari- bj: cocaine. 

bj: *kicks kitchen door open* YEE-HAW!!!!

danny: sorry casey  me: what for  danny: for having to deal with me me: yeah *shrugs* danny: they should pay you more me: yeah

didi: i kill you ilia: do it now didi: no ilia: do it i wanna die

danny, about a burger: we’ve got ourselves a squirter!!

sam: is that a chicken patty  sydney: it’s my dog

sam, on my last night with her: lets get casey TRASHED tonight

sam: are you gonna go dancing in new york didi: yes laura: whore it up

[scornedlove]

Chapter Fifteen

ROBYN

It’s official. I made my own name in fashion. We were at London Fashion Week again, but this time I wasn’t just watching. I was working alongside some of the fashion greats. The first week of January Adam Selman reached out to me personally. Apparently, the networking I did at the last fashion show paid off. He liked many of my ideas and wanted to collab on the upcoming fashion show, which meant we had about six weeks. He started working on this collection in June but felt it needed something more, so I was included in all the major decisions. It was such an amazing experience, from deciding on how things sit on the models to deciding how the pieces were cut. All the hard work paid off because the show was a success and he wanted me to join him on the autumn and winter collection as well.

“This is going to open so many doors for me” l smiled, thinking out loud. Mel, Frankie, Paige, and I had just made it back to our hotel, shitfaced from celebrating.

“Yeah, you’re finally getting the recognition you deserve!” Frankie agreed. “I knew you would take off any day now. Nobody knows how hard you work like I do. You earned this.”

“I wanna go to Bim and celebrate with my people. I might as well take all ya’ll with me, ya’ll put in just as much work as I do. We all could use a vacation, plus my birthday is coming up” I grinned, excited just thinking about it.

“That’s what I’m talking about! I need to bathe in some island sun” Paige nodded her approval. “The only person who probably wouldn’t come is Meagan, only God knows how pissed she is that she didn’t get to come to fashion week last time and this time.”

“Well, if you don’t do your job right at home, why would you get the privilege of traveling?” I shrugged, feeling no sympathy. It’s a wonder I haven’t let her go yet. She was constantly coming in late, leaving early, and leaving tasks unfinished. I must admit, our customers enjoy her. She’s really good when it comes to customer service, but slacks in everything else.

“Yeah, but you know she’s been feeling some type of way since she saw Dre come in with your purse that day. That would be the real reason she doesn’t go to Barbados.” Frankie chimed in. “That’s my girl and all, but I’m not missing out on Barbados for anybody”

“What do you mean? Megan and Dre had a thing? Wait, you and Dre are hookin up?” Mel asked curiously. She had been in her bubble with J, so I hadn’t even told her about what happened between Dre and I on New Year’s Eve.

“You slut! I thought you said ya’ll vowed not to cross the line?” she asked mimicking my voice, after I gave her the quick, short version of what went down.

“Shit happens” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“I hope you know you can’t be playing with this man’s emotions, especially after what Teyana put him through.”

“It’s just sex. It’s not like this is serious” I explained.

“You can only say that if it happened once, but come to think of it. I’ve seen much less of you lately, that means you’re getting consistent dick” she snickered, making Frankie and Paige burst out in laughter.

“No, I’ve been working bitch” I corrected her while giving her the finger.

“But seriously, be careful. You know I worry about you”

“Well don’t. I feel better than I have in a very long time" I stressed hoping to convince her. I was telling the truth; things were really starting to look up for me. I was content with being single and on top of that, my career was starting to take off, so I couldn’t be happier.

I even went out of my way to make sure I enjoyed Valentine’s Day, even though I spent it alone. I went and saw the movie Silver Linings, bought myself a beautiful bouquet, and had an online shopping spree while eating pizza and cheesecake. It was the perfect day and now I couldn’t wait to get home to my new pair of red bottoms and two new Burberry purses.

“How are you today John” I asked my driver, in a cheerful tone, as he grabbed my luggage and tossed it in the trunk. Dre hooked me up with the car service he’s been using for a couple of years and so far, I was extremely satisfied. It’s nice being chauffeured around and my driver was cool to talk to.

“I’m good, now that my bajan thing is back” he winked, opening the back door for me.

“Happy Birthday” Dre sang as soon as I got in. He had balloons and a massive bouquet of roses.

“What are you doing here?!” I yelled, completely surprised.

“I wanted to be the first to welcome you back. How was your trip?” he asked, pouring champagne into a flute and offering it to me.

“It was fuckin awesome!” I grinned, gladly taking it and gulping down half of it immediately. “I’m ready to leave again so I can celebrate that and my birthday”

“What are we doing for your birthday?” He asked curiously.

“Well, I didn’t have anything planned for today, but I’m taking my crew to Bim for a three-day weekend. We’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Cool, so that means I can steal you away today” he smiled.

“Well I have so much to do in so little time. I have to pick up Ollie and Pepe, stop by the shop for a few things, and so much other stuff” I replied. I didn’t expect him to even want to spend my birthday with me, it would’ve been nice to have a heads up.

“How about lunch before you get started on all that?” he suggested.

“I’m sorry Dre, but I don’t have time to wait a half hour for food and take another half hour to eat it.”

"Well, how about this: I’ll let you take care of everything you got going on, and you can come to my house later. I’ll have a nice birthday dinner ready and we can have a little night cap. I won't keep you out too late” he promised.

“Deal” I replied, realizing he just wasn’t taking no for an answer.

He rode with me for most of my errands and kept my glass full the entire time. By the time I made it to work, I was pretty tipsy so when Jenn started singing happy birthday at the top of her lungs, I started to twerk to the imaginary beat.

“What are you even shaking?” Meagan asked with a frown. “You literally have no ass”

“Dats cool tho, cause what I lack in da back, I pack in da cat” I shrugged with a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Any who. Not that it compares to that big ass bouquet you have in your hand, but someone literally had a single rose delivered to you today. It’s on your desk” she stated.

“Oh yeah, Chris dropped something off for you last week, it’s in your office too” Jenn added nonchalantly and my heart almost stopped from hearing his name.

“Wow” I whispered in awe when I saw the canvas that brightened up my office. I immediately recognized the painting from last year’s Valentine’s Day and my heart skipped a beat. I was confused though. Was this his way of getting rid of what was left of me, or was this his way of reaching out to me?

When I removed the canvas from my desk, I found the rose and a note in Chris’s familiar handwriting and my questions were answered. He wanted to talk so he’d left his number.

“Hello” he answered on the second ring.

“Hi Chris” I paused, feeling lost for words. “It’s Robyn. I just got the gifts…This painting…. it’s beautiful. Thanks”

“You’re welcome. I honestly didn’t think you would call, and happy birthday by the way.”

“Thanks”

“I don’t know what you have going on, but I would love to take you to dinner tonight… For old times’ sake”

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” I replied, without missing a beat.

“Your favorite, Gorgio Baldi of course.” He quickly replied.

“I would love that. I’m finishing up a few things at the office, I can meet you there at 6”

“That's perfect”

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you soon” I smiled through the phone. I felt mixed emotions as butterflies tickled my stomach. I’ve been wishing I could just have a single moment alone with him and I was finally getting that chance. I hated to leave Dre hanging so I made a mental note to cancel with him before I left the office.

I worked quickly and was done with everything that was urgent in a couple of hours. I was in the middle of packing my laptop when Jenn rushed into my office.

“Ooh, I'm glad I caught you. There’s a call for you on line one. It’s Jacques, he says it’s urgent.” she announced.

“Hello” I picked up the phone, wondering what he could possibly want.

“Hi Robyn, it’s about Rayven”

“What about her?” I asked, partially irritated. She was always up to something.

“She’s in the hospital. You need to come and see her” he ordered.

“Is she okay? What happened?” I asked, now frightened.

“She’s in the ICU at Kaiser, I don’t know all the details, just get here as soon as you can” he insisted with urgency before hanging up.

An hour later, I was looking at my younger cousin attached to all sorts of machines and couldn’t help but feel guilty. Apparently, she was high on cocaine and had a stroke. She’s been in a coma for 2 days already, and things still aren’t looking all that great for her.

I know her bad choices aren’t my fault, but maybe if I would’ve at least taken her calls she wouldn’t be here. She went from trying to call me several times a day to calling a few times a week, but she eventually stopped trying.

“What the fuck am I gonna tell her mom?” I sighed as my mind raced. I’m the only family she has here and I’m supposed to be looking out for her. Yeah, she’s done some fucked up things in the past, but I wouldn’t wish death on her.

After seeing her like that, I had to wait in the lobby. I felt responsible and every time that monitor beeped, I felt my anxiety raising.  On top of all that, I couldn’t stand to be here. All I could think about was the last time I was in the hospital. I knew my anxiety would be off the charts so I took a Xanax before coming in, but it wasn’t helping.

“I know ya’ll aren’t in the best place right now-” Jacques began as soon as he saw me.

“Never mind that dumb shit, what happened to my cousin?” I asked, angrily. “Where the fuck is Jay?”

“He had business to take care of, that’s why I’m here” he stated, trying to calm me down. “I’m sorry this happened to her, but she’s really been spiraling downhill since you guys fell out. She’s been out of control, partying like there’s no tomorrow, and not taking care of herself. It’s like she didn’t care if anything happened to her.”

“Well I guess her boyfriend doesn’t care either, considering he’s not by her side” I fumed.

“They aren’t together anymore. I’m not all in their business, so I don’t know what’s going on, but she’s been running with a new crowd, and none of those muthafuckas are here, but they’re part of the reason she is. Look, we can point fingers all day but I’m just here to help. I think it might be a good idea to get her mom down here, there’s no telling what may happen” he admitted.

“Are you okay? You're shaking.” he asked when I didn’t respond.

“What if she died on my birthday?” I blurted as my eyes finally began to water. “That would be some fucked up shit”

“You can’t think like that. You gotta pull yourself together so you can be strong for her” he continued. "It ain't always about you. Everyone has been through some shit. You just gotta suck that shit up, forgive, and move on.

“Okay” I sighed realizing he was right. I sat down for a minute, after taking another Xanax, and finally I could feel my heart rate slowing. I wasn’t prepared for the call I was about to make, but I dialed my Aunt Jenna’s number and prayed to God she could find a way to forgive me.

The next couple of days were like torture. I put everything I had going on, on hold to be there for Rayven. After calling Aunt Jenna, she was down here on the next fight. She arrived the next day and that’s when hell began. She went from sympathy to pure hatred when she found out why Rayven was in a coma.  She kept saying that she shouldn’t have left home, and how she was worshiping the devil out here. Her energy was all bad and after sitting at this hospital for three days hearing her speak ill of my little cousin, I felt like it was unnecessary for her to be here if she hated her own daughter so much.

“Auntie” I called out, interrupting her phone call. I could hear her saying to someone she was in the States because her daughter was a dumpsy and overdosed, and that must’ve been the last straw.

“Hold up” she spoke to whoever was on the phone and pulled it away from her face. “Wuh you want?” she asked, obviously irritated that I interrupted her conversation. No wonder Rayven was so ready to get away from her, she had evil going through her veins. She wasn’t like that when we were growing up, so this was all new to me.

“I don’t mind staying here with Ray. I can get you a room, so you can take a shower and get some rest. I’ll have my driver come get you if anything changes, that way you can be here when she wakes up” I offered in the kindest tone I could. I would hate to disrespect my Aunt, but if I continued to hear the way she spoke about Rayven, things could get ugly fast. Lucky for everyone, she accepted my offer.  

Another day came and went with no changes. I was so exhausted and depressed just sitting around and waiting, so when Mel offered to keep watch for a few hours, I was more than grateful.

I went home, showered, and had a quick meal. By the time I made it back to the hospital, Rayven had woken up.

“Rob-?” Rayven’s raspy voice called out when I walked in.

“Thank God! You’re up?! “I smiled, feeling relief rush over me.

“I’m so sorry” she choked out as tears started to fall.

“Shhh. Try not to talk” I replied softly. “You’re alive and that’s all that matters right now.”

“I tried to call you, but your phone is going to voicemail. She just woke up about ten minutes ago. They drew some blood and will be back to get her for an MRI any minute.” Mel stated, checking her watch. On cue, two nurses came in and took her away.

“Thank you for sitting with her. I know how you feel about her, so that really meant a lot” I stated, giving Mel a hug.

“Girl, family is family. I was upset about her holding her lie back, it wasn’t any deeper than that” she shrugged. “But I do have to go, charge your phone so I can check on ya’ll later”

I stayed with Rayven the rest of the day, but I really missed my bed. I decided to leave for the night, and promised her I would be back tomorrow morning. I was so tired that I passed out in the backseat and woke up to John shaking my shoulder. “Ms. Robyn, we’ve arrived” he repeated over and over until I realized where we were.

“This ain’t where I live” I snapped looking around trying to figure out where the hell I was, then I spotted Dre quickly approaching us.

“Don’t curse him babe. Take it out on me.  I talked to Mel earlier and she told me you were on the way home. I called and called but you didn’t pick up. John told me you were passed out in the back, so I told him to bring you here” he explained, pissing me off even further.  

“I’ve been at the hospital for a week. I just want to sleep in my own bed” I sighed, slapping my forehead.

“I got you girl. My bed is just as comfortable, if not I will take you home myself” he promised. I was irritated but I rolled my eyes and got out the car anyway. When I got inside, I changed into one of his t-shirts, used the bathroom, and went straight to bed.

When I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and my stomach growling, I couldn’t help but let my nose lead the way.

“Good morning sleepy head” Dre smiled as he pulled the bacon out of the oven.

“Wow” I grinned, after seeing the feast he’d created. There were waffles, sausage, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

“Sit down” he ordered, pulling a chair out for me.��“I miss you, so I’m stealing one hour from you. I didn’t get to treat you on your birthday, so just relax and let me enjoy you”

"How am I supposed to do that when my cousin is alone in the hospital?"

"I know you're used to taking care of everyone else, but you can't take care of anyone if you're not taking care of yourself. Let me take care of you Anna" he pleaded.

“Alright, but you can’t keep hijacking my car. Next time you’re gonna regret it” I shook my finger at him.

“Okay, I won’t kidnap you again. You just gotta figure out a healthy balance between your job and your personal life” he stated, leaving it at that.

After eating, he gave me a full body massage, that led to some great sex. I had a lot of shit to do since I missed a week of work, but it was sweet that he missed me enough to plan all of this. I've never had anyone damn near kidnap me just to make sure I was good. So instead of fighting it, I let him take care of me and I was glad that I did.

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU [Book 3]

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Chapter 13: Bruh

Many weeks has passed since the incident and it’s winter break again. At this point, we haven’t told our parents that we’re dating. Er, more like, partners I guess? We’re kinda past the whole unsure phase and more confident that we’re not going anywhere without each-other. Before heading home, I invited Beizu to stay at the family estate for the weekend. Intended to unwind and relax before entering our respectful households, we turned it into planning out our coming out to our family.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous!” I said, slouching in the study armchair “it’s not like we’re gonna get disowned or we’re from rival families!”

“Pretty sure I’m gonna fuck it up and throw up” Beizu covered his face with his arm “How the hell did Lili and Hoshi do this?!”

“Lili and Hoshi have a dynamic” I sat up to face Beizu “we’re just two crackheads having a gay panic attack!”

“Who’s having a gay panic attack?” questioned Uncle Tensei as he rolled into the study “I thought you two were gonna explore the new garden additions?”

I sighed and sat up properly “We got lost in our thoughts about telling our parents something.”

“What is it? You can tell me” coaxed Uncle Tensei “Did something happen?”

“Well, yes” I started “and it’s not bad news, it’s just that...We don’t know how to properly say it.”

Beizu nodded “It’s important that our families know as it might change the course of things.”

“Yes, so what is it?” Uncle Tensei looked at us with patience “If it’s not bad and important, then say it.”

I held my hand out for Beizu to walk over from where he was to hold my hand “Tio, don’t think too harshly of it but-” I waited for Beizu to sit on my lap “We’re gay and in love, Beizu is my partner. And I fully intend on marrying them when we’re of age.”

“And I intend on taking his family name” Beizu added, getting flushed “You might think we’re too young to think about those things but we’re serious! We want to stay together like this.”

“Oh...I’m so happy” uncle Tensei started to choke up with watery eyes “You want to expand our family?! I approve!” he takes out his handkerchief “As head of the Iida family estate, you have my blessing to union into our family.”

I chuckled at the sight of my uncle getting emotional over the news “Glad you approve tio, but we’re not engaged yet! We’ve just started as partners.”

“Doesn’t matter, I know you two will stick it through for life” smiled uncle Tensei “To think that my nephew, growing up so fast?! I blink and next thing I know it’s the wedding!”

“Now to tell our parents” Beizu sighed in relief “But when?”

“Christmas eve? Christmas day?” I suggested “I don’t want on New Years tho, feel like we need to tell them soon.”

Later we went to bed, we really haven’t had the time to get that much intimate time together since the incident. So tonight was spent catching up on lost intimate time.

“We really need to cut our hair” Beizu commented as he pushed his hair away from his face “It’s getting my mouth as I kiss you.”

“I like the long haired look on you” I looked lovingly at Beizu laying next to me “I just look like my mom if I grew it out any longer!”

“True” Beizu teased before kissing me again “But you’re my handsome, cuddle bug that I want to please” He then straddled himself onto my lower naval, lightly pinning me down “So lay here and relax love, let me show you how much I love you.”

I lay there, receiving his kisses all over my body. Now, I thought he wanted to see my sensitive areas to see what feels good...I didn’t get what he meant until he palmed my privates under my pj pants. 

“Woah, Bei” I gasped and turned red “We don’t have to tonight, I can wait until-”

“Please, I want to” he responded, continuing to palm “I won’t take things too far, we have to save something for our anniversary” his hands shifted to the waistband of my briefs “may I?”

Looking at his face next to my hip stirred up a fire in me “Okay, don’t hurt yourself tho.”

He eagerly pulled down my underwear to stroke me tenderly. It’s something I thought only existed in movies or novels when they talk about sex. But here I am, with my love, sharing that moment. I don’t think too much about the carnal part of intimacy, so everything that Beizu was doing to me was very lewd to me. The moment he put his lips around it, that was my point of no return. It was hard to keep back my moans and it encouraged Beizu to keep going.

“Cry out Iwa” he cooed, going back to stroking “Let’s finish this first on a good note.”

I interlocked my fingers with his “Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop loving me Bei.”

He smiled “I wouldn’t dream of it” he shifted himself to see me better “...itadakimasu.”

And when I arrived at my release...I felt myself floating into bliss. I know why the french call it lé petite mort.

“Iwa? You good?” asked Beizu “We floating.”

I looked around in confusion and sure enough...I literally floated us off a good 3 feet off the bed!

“Oops! Sorry!” I set us back down on the bed “Heh, I was spacing out after how good that felt.”

Beizu crawled back up to be at eye level with me “I’m glad it was a good first” he kissed my neck “I want my man to know that I can please him, whenever and however they want me.”

“I’ll be pleased with anything you do” I put my arms around him “As long as you love me Bei, that’s all I need.”

Man, how does mom do this love stuff with dad? And how the hell does she know how to pull guys into bed with her?! That was post-coitus clarity thoughts as I tried to sleep. Maybe I’ll ask when I see her tomorrow.

-The next day-

“I’m home!” I exclaimed as I walked into the house.

Beizu and I won’t be hanging out until Christmas festivities, so I dropped him off at his house before I came home. Mom’s car was in the drive way, she should be home at least. But nobody responded back to my homecoming! I kick off my shoes to see those brats’ shoes in their usual spots along with mom’s. Wonder the fuck is up with that?

“Hellooo?!” I hollered again “It’s me, Iwata! Please...say something?”

My littler brother slid down the stairs to dramatically greet me.

“Dearest brother! You’ve returned from the war!” the blue haired brat greeted “I bear some tragic news that has affect our house for a few days now.”

“Oh? And what is this news pray tell?” I went along with his level of dramatics.

“It regards our parents, they had a quarrel at the Togata-Amajiki wedding. A grand fight that ended in father giving our sweet mother” he paused for drama “the silent treatment!”

“What?! Dad isn’t talking to mom?!” I was shocked “That’s some reverse shit, where’s mom?”

“She’s in her office, with a bottle of vino and a photo album” he dramatically pointed to the office upstairs “This has been going on for 3 days now.”

I look at the slightly cracked door “I’m going up there. Thank you for telling me Tensei.”

“It is my role as the smart twin to tell you” Tensei bowed “Good luck brother!”

I throw my bags into my room before entering the office. The smell of lavender and sage hit me first before the familiar figure of my mother came into view.

“Mom?”

“Hm? Oh Iwata!” she said surprised “I didn’t expect you to come home this early. How was your weekend at the estate?”

“It was...restful” I struggled to say something that didn’t give away anything “But Tensei just told me that you and dad fought?”

Mom sighed and picked up her glass of wine “Yeah, your father found out that I slept with Mirio’s new husband a few times in my baby CEO days.”

I latina gasped “QUE?! That’s tea!” 

“Oh honey take a seat” she pulled up the other armchair and poured me a glass of wine “Because there’s more!”

I got comfortable and took a sip of wine “Okay, spill the tea mama.”

“Well, it was a very intimate wedding, no more than 25 people there! And the newlyweds was socializing with us at the reception, and everything was cool until the person in question mentioned ‘Isn’t it funny that I was the one that ended up sleeping with you when this guy was trying to get in your pants after you broke up?!’”

“NO!”

“YES! That pointed eared man had the AUDACITY to say that in front of his new husband and my husband of many years! That led to having him explain to his new husband when did it happen and getting him upset” Mom took a sip of wine before continuing “And your dad started to get confrontational with me in front of all these people, that we know by the way! He got upset that it was the truth, but it’s not like I slept with him when I was in a relationship with your dad. It was way before I reunited with your dad and there’s no way I’d cheat on your dad! And now he won’t talk to me” Mom sighed and swirled her glass “He hasn’t spoken a single word to me since that night. And it’s so weird because after years of rebuilding our relationship, being committed, having children and nesting ourselves...this is the thing that upsets him.”

“So what are you going to do?” I asked worriedly.

“We wait it out” she picks up on my worry “I know he’ll come around and talk to me again. He can’t hide his love and care toward me.”

“How do you know?”

Mom smiled “Would someone that didn’t love me still sleep in the same bed as me? Pour me coffee and serve me a cooked breakfast in the morning? He can’t stay away for long. Also it’s not like I’m not talking, I still talk to him like he’ll respond.”

“Why though?”

“I want him to know that I still love him” she laughed “And that I only have eyes for him. He’s my one and only, because even when I was with those other men, I was thinking about him.” She looked at me “When you decide to start dating, don’t let up when you fight, show that you still love them. OH and take lots of pictures together” she pointed at the photo album on her lap “because you’d want to look back on how you love for each other blossomed.”

I spend some time looking at the old photos of my parents. Most of them I’ve never seen before! There was a picture of the first day my parents brought me home, it was just my mom and I asleep on the couch. Then I saw a whole page full of photos of when we moved into the new house but I don’t remember all these people coming over when that happened.

“Mom, why are your and dad’s friends helping around the house?” I asked “I don’t remember that when we moved here.”

“Hm? Oh! That’s right! You were sick when we moved here” Mom recalled “And it took us weeks to get fully settled because your dad was working his regular hours, leaving me to care for Lili, you and the fussy twin babies. I hardly had time to fix up the rooms or unpack everything, so I was exhausting myself with you guys. Everyone heard from your dad that things were kinda rough now that we have a house to start over in with 4 young children. So one weekend, everyone in our friend group came over to fix up the house.” She pointed at each photo “The bathroom design was Beizu Mom’s idea to accommodate all four of you kids as you grew up. The Midoriya’s painted the boys room, Mr Hitoshi painted the girls room, Mr Neito and Eijiro assembled all the furniture. The Todorokis arranged the kitchen and living room. The Tetsus did the yard work and the Kaminaris did the guest room and bathroom. All while I tended to you and the twins, Lili was supervising everything” Mom chuckled “She acted so much like your dad! It was uncanny! And I offered to pay for their time and labor, but they refused. They said that they wanted help us out to repay the times I’ve helped them out throughout the years. And that they felt like it wasn’t fair that I had to start over when I was at my most vulnerable. So I offered them food as a compromise and they were all for it! Your uncle Jin made this round-table yakiniku grill because I wanted to make a carne asada but didn’t have a proper grill. Everyone liked the concept of grilling your own meats in this outdoor style, so it stuck. Medetashi, Medetashi~”

“Wait, that’s wholesome” I looked at the picture of everyone eating in the backyard “Is that why we have yakiniku every other weekend? With lots of people?”

Mom nods “Yup, it’s also why we have Christmas parties at the house. Everyone had a part to contribute to the house at some point, I want them to enjoy it too.”

I heard the front door open with the familiar grunts of my dad as he took off his shoes.

“Oof, dad’s home”

“Go greet him” Mom coaxed “He’s been worried about you since the incident.”

The entire first day back was full of tension of seeing my parents not being all lovey dovey. It was weird but there wasn’t much I could do to meditate things.

-Christmas eve-

I bursted into the girls room “LILI I NEED YOU KEEP A SECRET FOR ME!”

Lili’s eyes lit up “It’s only my second day back and I’m needed?!” she squealed “Okay okay! I’ll keep a secret!”

“CAN YOU GUYS GO BOND SOMEWHERE ELSE!” yelled Hanaka from her side of the room, hand covering her phone “I’m talking with my girls!”

Lili and I leave the room cautiously, as Hanaka tends to burst into flames when she doesn’t get her way. We dash into the guest room for privacy.

“Okay bitch listen up because I also need advice.” I prefaced myself.

“Okay, proceed” Lili looks at me, legs crossed “You have my attention.”

“Long story short, Beizu and I are officially dating but we don’t know how to bring it up to our parents.”

Lili latina gasped “You and Beizu?! My favorite boys?!” her eyes started to water “I’m so proud of you to come out to me like this. I approve!”

“Oh geez, just tell me how to bring it up to our parents” I cringed at her ugly crying “Mom and dad received you and Hoshi well when you told them, how did you do it?”

“I just told them, flat out” She wiped her tears “Mom and dad aren’t homophobic, they told us we could love whoever we wanted remember? Just sit them down before mom gets tipsy at Christmas and it’s smooth sailing from there” She paused a bit “Actually, this might be a two birds, one stone situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, mom and dad are still in this fight right?” She started “So what if this helps them make up? I’m sure it will help somewhat because they love us so much, why not?”

“You may be on to something there chief” I fully processed what she said “Then I make the announcement tomorrow before mom gets too drunk.”

-The next day-

I was starting to get nervous about this interaction. Sure I went over the game plan with Beizu but I’m still nervous! I go to the living room to wait for Beizu to come but I see from the top of the stairs that my parents were sitting together. So I stayed back and listened in to their conversation;

“I can’t believe you got jealous over the past” sighed Mom “What was I supposed to do? Just wait for you when you told me you hated me!”

“It was stupid of me to let the jealousy to take over” Dad admitted “I’m sorry for being so stubborn and dense, forgive me?”

“You know I forgive you, I just don’t want to be separated from you” she put his hand on her cheek “Nobody can replace you, there’s nowhere I feel the safest but in your arms.”

Dad held her “I’m not going anywhere, not without you.”

Mom locked eyes with him tenderly “I’m not going anywhere else, this is my home.”

I watched them kiss and the incident replayed in my head. The way dad said he’s not going anywhere without mom, it reminded me of Beizu. He said the same thing as we were falling, so maybe this will be our future. Tenderly showing affection as our children get ready for family time together...wait, what am I saying?! We still have to tell them! Beizu and his mom where the first ones, as planned. It took a lot of self control to not jump on top of each other, but we rehearsed a bit before confronting our parents. 

“Hey mom, dad, Ms Mei” I got their attention “There’s something I- we, want to tell you.”

“Oh what is it?” Beizu’s mom asked curiously “Is there something wrong?”

“No, it’s just something we need to say” Beizu spoke up, nerves getting to him “It’s not bad but it’s something that will change things for everyone.”

“It must be important then” Dad commented “Please, continue.”

We looked at each other and took a deep breath.

“Mom, dad, Ms Mei...Beizu and I are partners now” I held his hand “We fully intend on getting marrying later when we’re of age, so please accept us as such.”

“I know you might think we’re too young to think that far into the future” Beizu added “But we don’t see why not! I intend on taking the Iida name when we unify. I’ve loved him since I was little and I can’t bear the thought of living life without him.”

“Oh boys! I knew this was going to happen” Mom started to get teary eyed “We all knew.”

“How? We started being partners in September?!”

Beizu’s mom smiled “The way you two just did everything together, held hands and basically didn’t have any boundaries. How Beizu just lights up being with you and plans things when you’re coming over so it would be perfect” She quickly wiped her tears “Just like his dad when he wanted me be his. I approve of this.”

“I knew when Iwata developed his 2nd quirk and was having trouble controlling it, the only time it was contained was when he was spending time with Beizu” Mom beamed “Telekinesis responds to sub-conscience emotions, love tends to weaken the quirk. I approve of this.”

“I called it a long time ago” Dad said proudly “Iwata acted just how I did when I was in high school, oblivious to all advances that somebody gave me.” He glanced over to Mom “But I will say, the family name thing is unexpected but welcomed! To think that the family expanding so quickly! I approve of this as well.”

I sigh in relief “I was getting worried that maybe you’d say something.”

“Why would we say anything negative?” Mom questioned curiously.

“Well, I’m your oldest son! I just thought that maybe you’d want grandchildren or have the engine quirk to get passed down-”

“Oh mijo! I don’t mind any of those things!” Mom cut me off “I just want my children to be happy! If you want children, then I’ll be happy to be abuelita. Regardless if they’re biological or adopted, who knows? Maybe you’ll change your mind after you get married.”

“Did you-”

“Regret having children? Not until I had twins” sighed Mom as she poured herself a drink “A warning: twins, telekinesis, fire borns and aggro quirks run in the family. Guess what I had in my last pregnancy.”

Dad shuddered “You might want to use your inheritance to fire proof your future house” he held out his glass “Pour me one too love.”

“Well, in any case” chuckled Beizu’s mom “You kids are going to be just fine! And I’m happy that my boy found his truth. If only your dad was here, he’d be proud of you.”

We told my siblings and Hoshi and they were going feral over the fact that we’re finally dating. Hoshi was excited to have gay brother-in-laws in the near future. Even Aunty Mimi and Uncle Jin bawled out of happiness when we told them. Beizu and I were so happy that everyone received us well. Love won today, not like there was much of a fight to begin with! And all was right.

-Fast forward, beginning of March-

Not much has really happened, I got rollerblades attached to my boots as my support item. Mom got me some for Christmas and I saw that they helped with my arm engines to ease the strain on my body that has trouble keeping up. I’ve sharpened my quirks up a bit for my physical mid-terms later on. But currently the usuals in my hero class have been harassing me to do the Sports Festival. I reached my breaking point finally when class ended for the day.

“FINE! I’LL FUCKIN DO THE SPORTS FESTIVAL THIS YEAR!” I yelled, hands in the air “And you hijos de la gran putos better put up a good fight! No going easy on me just because my dad and uncle are going to watch, I want you kick my ass.”

“Yay! We convinced him!” cheered Kage-san.

“Okay Iida-kun, I’ll put you down on the roster for the Sports Festival” Mineta sensei scribbled on his clipboard “I expect phenomenal work from you. Your dad and sister had great standing when they did their time here.”

I slumped in my chair “Eww, expectations.”

As I made my way to the intelligence hall, I felt my body tense and freeze in place. Before I could process what was happening to my body, somebody came into view.

“Hey prodigy child” coldly spat the person “Do yourself a favor and forfeit the sports festival.”

“You! What’s your problem dude!” I barked “I don’t know your name after all these years of being in hero class with you but why do you do this?! It’s not like I’m taking the spotlight anymore!”

“I can’t stand privileged, pretty boys like you!” He snarled back “You just have to be born into all this power! I want to win this one for Kage-sama, she just gives you all her time and attention. She’s going to be my girl, so forfeit while you still can before you really piss me off!”

“Oh my- I’m gay you dumbass piece of vengeful shit!” I rolled my eyes so hard that it startled the other person “I’m dating my best friend. Literally, I curbed Kage-san’s confession last year because I don’t like her at all! So you take your assumptions and burn them because you got it twisted.”

The other guy was shocked with my outburst “...Oh, that would make a lot of sense actually.”

“Ya think?! I’m literally here to wait on my boyfriend to get out of class so we can go to the dorms” I scowled “Let go of me before he beats your ass! He’s our class’s top ranked student, he’s stronger than me!”

“Stronger? How-” he was cut short by a stretchy fist to the face.

“Let go of my boyfriend you creep!” Beizu demanded “Is he bothering you babe?”

“He’s threatening me and assuming I’m straight!” I tattled.

“Oh hell no!” Beizu got defensive “Nobody talks to my love like that! Take your ignorant ass outta here before I give you the Guap Guap 9000!”

“Not the Guap Guap 9000!” I gasped, trying to not laugh.

The guy quickly jumps up “No please! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me!” He releases his quirk on me “I’ll just go and never bother you again.”

Before we could do anything, the guy ran away out of sight in a matter of seconds. We looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh man, Guap Guap 9000?!” I cackled 

“Shut up before I give you the Guap Guap!” playfully shoved Beizu “It worked didn’t it?”

“It did” I came down from my wheezing “Lets go to the dorms! I’m achy and hungry.”

“What was all that about tho?” asked Beizu as we made our way to the shoe lockers “hero stuff?”

I groaned as I telepathically opened my locker “I broke and signed up to do the sports festival this year. And that guy wanted me to forfeit so his crush would notice him.”

“Gag, he’s white knight-ing” judged Beizu “Now it’s not a problem because I came along just in time.”

“Yuh, and hopefully he fucks off for good!”

-Meanwhile, back with the agent trio-

“...No database updates on the whereabouts of Hawks.” beeped the robo dog.

“Damn, this shit is getting cold again” Ita said, smacking her lips in frustration “Any movement on the other ones?”

“Nope, and the doctor we had in custody associated with the group isn’t talking either” sighed Jin at a multi-panel computer “I really don’t want to shelf this case again” he swiveled to face the curly haired agent “Things are getting promising with the reappearance of those villains!”

Before Ita could respond, Mimi burst through the door.

“I HAVE A NEW LEAD!” harried Mimi “You might shit yourselves.”

“What?! What is it?!” the other two responded in unison.

“Okay so you know how we caught Overhaul in that oddly smooth raid mission?” started Mimi “I was prying info from him and he knows a bit of what’s going on! He was hired by Hand-man to make a human weapon to take down the Hero Association from the inside.” She paused and walked over to the pin board “This ‘birdie’ isn’t Hawks... it’s a child! Overhaul was supposed to help genetically create this child weapon out of Hawk’s DNA. He was going to use an orphaned child and splice them with the DNA.”

“That’s horrifying! Those monsters were going to use children?!” Jin raged “And orphans at that?! It’s like the Nomu experiments all over again!”

“Guys we’re missing the point” Ita put her hands up to demand the attention of the other two “If that’s true, and these villains are back to look for ‘birdie’...” she paused “Then that means there’s a child-weapon out there that may have already integrated into the Hero Association, waiting for a moment to strike!”

“Oh fu- OH MY GOD WE’RE WAY BEHIND!” Jin finally put all the information together “Okay! Lets start with going through the quirk registry within the last 19 years.”

“I’ll cycle through the log of heroes within the last 3 years” Ita announced.

“And I’ll go through the Hero School Unified Districts for student records that might fit the description” said Mimi before hopping onto her chair to make some calls.

Things were changing behind the scenes and it was just the beginning of a big mess. Fate is going to intertwine this agent mother and son...but for now, Iwata is in for a surprise.

-Chapter 13, End-

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[commando-rogers]

I'm just like.... excited fam

like yeah stressful things are happening like socially and shit but also so many GOOD THINGS are happening

like I was cast in a student film, and our first read through is in less than a week!!! finally!!! (and I'm not sure but I think my character might be the lead???? like???? what????)

and like I've got auditions coming up for next semester's mainstage shows and odds are I'm gonna get exactly zero callbacks but I also know that's what I'm here to do so like I'll fuckin deal with it

I'm taking voice lessons for the first time in my life and guess what!!!! they're hard as fucking shit!!!! it's so hard!!!! and so stressful!!!!! but last week I had a really good lesson!!!! and I'm starting to break old habits and relearn certain skills and I'm slowly gaining more control over my body!!!!! yay!!!!!

like I went and saw my school's musical last week with my mom, and my friend and her mom, and during intermission we were talking about how incredible the leads were and my friends mom was like "and that could be you!!!" and they all agreed and I was like... haha.... we'll see...., and inside I'm like are you fucking stupid????? no way!!!! like yeah maybe I'm not shit but I'm not NEARLY at that level!!!!!! but like I'm having little breakthroughs and tiny victories and it's really helping to boost my confidence

I just had my first choir concert!!! and our director is a DOLL I adore him. and like I botched my solo auditions straight up but he asked me to be part of this smaller segment of a song with only a few other people just bc.... he trusted me??? idk!!!! but like I'm one of the section leaders!!!! I have responsibility!!!!! I'm involved!!!! it's great!!!!

and guess what???? pretty soon I'm gonna officially declare a major!!!! exciting!!!! for a while I thought I was just gonna do theatre but I officially decided a few weeks ago to double major theatre and music and I'm excited!!!!!

and like.... yeah classwork sucks and I do need to get my shit together because deadlines are gonna sneak the FUCK up on me like I've got a six page paper AND a 15-ish page play both due in less than two weeks and I have no progress on either but it's okay I know ill get them done!!!!

that's another thing!!!! I'm writing a play!!!!! I'm excited!!!! and I'm really fucking stumped rn tbh but that's okay because like I know it HAS to get done so therefore it WILL get done!!!! maybe it'll suck ass but tbh who cares

like tbh the worst aspect of my life rn is just socially. like. I'm SICK of my friends. SICK of them. they're great and I love them but it's literally the same four people I've spent every waking day with and NEVER ANYONE ELSE. and like I don't think they get that we should have other friends. I need other friends. I'm dying. I've been irritable with them lately and one of my friends told my that my roommate said she was afraid I was "branching out". and we were both like. bitch. I'm not locked in. it's p sad you think you should only ever interact with these same four people and never meet anyone else.

like I wanna go out and get drunk!!! I have yet to fucking get drunk!!!! or party!!!!! because guess what!!!!! they never wanna go out!!!! my roommate hates parties!!! and that's fine!!! I'm not a huge fan either!!!! but guess what!!!! I still wanna!!!!!! but I feel like I can't because I'd be leaving her behind and also WHO ELSE WOULD I GO WITH CONSIDERING I HAVE NO OTHER FRIENDS. but that's okay I know other people who said I can go out with them anytime so I'll probably hit them up this weekend bc they know how to have a good time.

but yeah so that's the only thing in my life that really fucking sucks right now. but guess what!!! that's okay!!!! because in less than a week this movie finally starts and then that's a whole new group of friends!!!! new people!!! and then I can party with them!!!!! and hang out with them!!!!! and not spend my time shut in my room when everyone else isn't!!!! and this weekend I'm gonna go out!!!! and if my roommate doesn't wanna, she doesn't have to!!!!! because we shouldn't be attached at the fucking hip 24/7!!!!! even though she thinks we should!!!!! I'm tired of my only friends being either in my room or right across the hall!!!! it's unhealthy to think we're locked into this!!! I'm allowed to branch out!!!!! goodbye!!!!!!

but yeah life's pretty good rn fam I'm having fun nothings too stressful good things are happening my grades are good I'm making new friends (including one girl who's kinda cute idk if she likes girls tho) like there are friends everywhere!!! friends in class!!!! friends in choir!!!! other friends that I should hang out with more because it's stupid to just hang out with the same people!!!!!

but yeah I think I mainly just started this post because I got cast in the movie like over a week ago and now the read through is finally in less than a week and I can't wait to get started I'm so excited so so so excited omg

[sheepydraws]

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Thanksgiving Break

FaceBook Messenger:

Shampoo: Ukyo!

Shampoo: Ukyo!!!!!!!

Shampoo: UKYO!!!!!!!

Ukyo: Hey. I just got home. What’s wrong?

Shampoo: EVERYTHING. Why didn’t you message me back?

Ukyo: I turned off my phone in the car. I wanted to talk to my dad. And I was reading him Good Omens.

Shampoo: Oh, isn’t that nice, you got to bond with your father and I gOT SEX TIPS FROM MY GRANDMA!

Ukyo: Explain.

Shampoo: You’re never gonna believe this shit.

Ukyo: Don’t have much of a choice.

Shampoo: Last month Mousse kept asking me when I was going to come home, and I said not till Thanksgiving break

Ukyo: You live like an hour away, tho

Shampoo: That is why I had to come up with a good excuse!!! I told him I had a boyfriend and I wanted to spend my weekends with him.

Shampoo: Mousse said, bullshit, so I told Ryoga to text him and tell him he couldn’t come over for Thanksgiving break so he would believe me.

Ukyo: Could you get to the point?

Shampoo: I am! So Mousse came to pick me up this afternoon, and we’re chit-chatting in the parking lot, and who should roll up?

Shampoo: RYOGA. WITH A PACKED BAG.

Shampoo: HE TOLD MOUSSE HE WAS GOING TO SPEND THE WEEK WITH US

Ukyo: That’s so nice of him!

Shampoo: HE’S SLEEPING IN MY ROOM, UKYO.

Ukyo: Uh…

Shampoo: We don’t have a guest room. I said he could sleep on the couch, but grandma was like, “What? He’s your friend and you’d have him sleep on the couch like a dog?” So I said, “Okay, I’ll sleep on the couch.” and grandma said, well, it sounds better in chinese, okay? Less blunt.

Shampoo: She said I’m in college now, so it’s cool, cause we must be…

Shampoo: AND MA JUST SAT THERE DRINKING COFFEE AND NOT MAKING EYE CONTACT.

Ukyo: What’s Ryoga doing?

Shampoo: He’s in the bathroom. He was really excited to take a shower without worrying someone is going to walk in on him. He mentioned it in the car.

Ukyo: I probably shouldn’t think that’s cute, but it is.

Shampoo: It is.

Shampoo: Not helping.

Ukyo: Shampoo. Hun. Honey.

Ukyo: Chill.

Ukyo: All I’m hearing is, ‘I get to hang out with my friend Ryoga over the break, and don’t have to worry about my ex hitting on me’.

Shampoo: But we’re going to share a bed. Have you ever shared a bed with a guy? Two words:

Shampoo: Morning. Wood.

Ukyo: He didn’t offer to sleep on the floor?

Shampoo: What floor? With my full size in here there is functional space only. It’s the bed or pressed up between the bookcase and the wall.

Ukyo: Just talk to him. Or sleep feet to head. Or with your heads in the middle. Or whatever. It’ll be fine. You are not going to slip, fall over, and accidentally have sex with Ryoga. I promise.

Ukyo: I have to go get dinner with my dad. You okay now?

Shampoo: I guess. We’ll talk soon?

Ukyo: Promise. <3

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5. Dancing turkey gifset

4. Long post about native american culture, vis-a-vis Thanksgiving + charities to donate to.

3. A blurry photo of the tops of someone’s shoes, just under a shelf of canned cranberry sauce at what looks to be a grocery store

2. Shit, did that just post? Fuck. Why meeeeeeeeee

1. I don’t want to tell any of my friends about what happened because I told them to stop whining about Thanksgiving stuff, and I think I’m fine. He didn’t see me, and by the time my father found me he was gone.

Ranma’s Diary

I saw Ukyo yesterday. He looked pretty good for someone crouching behind a display of cranberry sauce.

I think he was hiding from me.

I thought that was kind of funny, because shouldn’t I be hiding from him? And his dad? Don’t they both want to kill me?

I haven’t thought about Ukyo in a while. I try not to. Well, I tried not to, and then I got really good at it, which I think they call forgetting.

I really liked Ukyo. They were cool. Really cool. Normal, too. Their house was always clean enough, and they had lots of different kinds of food all the time. Dad usually just eats whatever I’m supposed to be eating, so a lot of pork chops and hard boiled eggs and protein powder. Somedays I’d go over to Ukyo’s and there would be mexican leftovers, or tuna noodle casserole, or five different lunch meats, and I could eat anything I wanted.

Okay, the best thing about going out with Ukyo wasn’t the food, although the food was great. And it wasn’t the making out, or just lying on their bed and chilling, either.

And it wasn’t hanging out during lunch, or buying gifts for each other on christmas or

There were a lot of really great things about dating Ukyo.

I remember the first time I saw Akane, all I could think was: “He’s not Ukyo.” I was mad enough he was a guy (well, you know, I thought so at the time) but it just seemed so wrong that he wasn’t Ukyo. Like they should have found a male Ukyo or something and that’s who my dad should have been trying to marry me off to.

The Tendos have good food too. Lots and lots of rice. I think Kasumi likes rice cause it’s cheap, and it’s easy to make and she never seems to run out. I mean, she told me that, while she was cooking once. I was sitting on the floor while she wandered around the kitchen. She was making a big ole pot of curry, just a huge tureen of the stuff, and she was going back and forth from the stove to the counter checking the rice and the curry, and poking at something she made for dessert, cause I think she liked to make dessert when I came over. I mean, she told me that.

Kasumi reminds me of Ukyo a little. Not just because they’re both good cooks, but because they both make you feel really calm. Kasumi never seems to talk. You just sit next to her and you learn things. I’m sure she talks, she’s just so…soft. I don’t know. Like you know how when you know someone really well, and you hangout with them a lot, you stop noticing them? Like they’re a chair? I mean, in a good way. You don’t have that, ‘strange person’ alert going off in the back of your head all the time, you just feel totally relaxed like you would if you were alone.

That’s Kasumi.

Anyway, I was on the floor, watching her feet, and I think I had asked her what she thought about Akane and me, and she said,

“I think that mom and dad wanted to raise the perfect woman. Someone who has beautiful children and runs a successful business and marries into a good family that can help with the dojo. Between the three of us they’re going to get her.” that’s how I found out Akane was trans. I mean, I had this weird feeling, the way Nabiki joked about having two sisters, but they didn’t really sound like jokes? She would tease Akane about being feminine, but it seemed more like gushing. Like when one of your friends gets super obsessed with something and you call them a nerd because you’re crazy about that thing too. Like that.

Okay, so I’ve just written this long character study thing, but I don’t feel much better about seeing my old bae hiding from me in the supermarket with the ‘seasons greetings’ and ‘goodwill to all’ signs already up.

I think, the point I was trying to make, somewhere in here, was that I miss Ukyo, and I want to talk to them, but what am I going to say? I miss them because of what I did, and even if they feel the same, it’ll probably be just like finding out Akane is trans.

“Hey, we have this thing in common! Maybe we can use it to build a bridge over this huge chasm of anger and resentment between—nope, it all fell in.”

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Hey Akari, not sure if it’s been a long time since we’ve talked, or it feels that way because I’m on break. I’ll be home soon though! It’s going to be great. A proper slushy christmas. The weather over here is a little strange. It’s just cold and bright. Not warm, but everything seems to glitter, even though there’s no snow yet.

It is very strange sharing a bed wi[deleted]

Thanksgiving is very interesting this year. I’m used to the tradition since this is usually when I would go visit mom, but it’s very different to go for a week and to actually live here and see how desperately everyone is using Thanksgiving to stave off christmas.

It’s also very interesting sharing a bed with a girl. I mean it’s not bad it’s just really really intimate and I never even did this with you and I’m waking up wrapped up in the way she smells and the warmth of her and [delete]

So far things have been pretty relaxing, here’s hoping that continues so I’m all rested up for finals. I’ve been studying very hard for my calc final because it’s my last one, and the sooner I finish it the sooner I’m on my way home,

Can’t wait to see you.

Ryoga.

The Tendo House

Kasumi’s recipes: Moussaka!

The video opens on the familiar view of Kasumi’s kitchen and an unfamiliar guest.

Kasumi: So, I don’t actually have the money, or the fridge space or literally anything that would make making an extra Thanksgiving dinner worth it.

Akane: I mean, you could have done it in August and—

Kasumi: (Throwing her arms around her sister in an effort to startle her. It works) So I’m here with my sister, Akane, and we’re going to make something that, while not a traditional Thanksgiving dish, is delicious, warm, and perfect for sharing.

Akane: And then Kasumi is going to start on the actual Thanksgiving stuff, and she’s going to post videos of her two best dishes so you have them for next year, or whenever.

Kasumi: (Releasing her sister) It’s going to be brisket, and a cranberry sauce recipe that you will actually want to eat. But for now (she claps her hands together) Moussaka!

Wide shots of fresh produce occur, as well as plenty of slicing and drizzling with oil. The moussaka comes together, layer by layer.

Abruptly Kasumi’s voice over and impersonal shots of her and Akane’s hands are replaced by another wide shot of the kitchen.

“Kasumi, I’m going to the store, do you—“ A boy appears on screen, roughly Akane’s age. There is a rather criminal amount of swagger in his walk for someone whose white gi pants are sticking out under a puffy, flourescent orange winter coat. He stops abruptly when he notices Akane.

Kasumi: (finishes layering zucchini in the huge black pot the moussaka is going into and walks past Akane to rinse her hands in the sink). I think I’ve got everything I need. Wait—Do we have pickles?

Akane: No, I finished them last night.

Kasumi: Pickles then. The sour, garlicky kind. Strips, not chips or squewers or whatever else they have. Strips. Here, I think I have a few dollars in my purse.

Boy: Oh, no, I’ll pay for it. What’s a couple of bucks between-(he fumbles and takes a different track) I mean, you’re doing thanksgiving for us. It’s the least I could do.

Kasumi: Speaking of feeding you, what kind of food do you like? I’ve got a good sewing video, and one about fixing pipes in the making, but after thanksgiving I’m going to be clean out of food video ideas.

Boy: (Clearly just wanting to get out of the kitchen) Christmas is coming up, right? What about cookies. A bunch a different cookies, in, like, gift baskets. That seems like your sort of thing.

Kasumi considers this for a minute, hands on her hips. She seems to evoke a certain gravity on this boy. He looks like he wants to leave, but a certain force is keeping him rooted to the spot.

Kasumi: (With a decisive nod) Then I’ll need more flour, sugar, butter…You know what, I’ll write up a list. Akane, are you okay going with him? He might need a little help with all that stuff.

Akane: (Looking very similar to the boy, in that she would love to say no, but finds it impossible in front of Kasumi). Okay. I’ll help.

And, in a voice over that follows a seamless transition back to Moussaka layering, Kasumi explains: And that is why Akane is not in the rest of this video, as well as a sneak peak at what I’ll be doing soon!

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3. A post reblogged from fuckboisgetmoney: Ryoga’s battered face and the caption about possibly starting a guro blog. #not a guro blog exactly #documenting the strange goings on at a small college out in the sticks of the east coast #jk #it’s people dueling over a girl #what is my life

2. A photo of the top of Kuno’s head, from the time Nabiki stayed with him at health services for a minute. It’s the crown of his head, a splotchy bruise extending from the top of his forehead to his perfectly tousled side part, looking almost like a miscolored extension of the latter. #can you believe he’s our kendo team’s star player? #school spirit #fuck you nsj

1. A picture of the head of the girl’s gymnastic’s team with a spread of bruises over her torso, the vibrant colors broken up by a grey sports bra for modesty’s sake. Nabiki payed for this photo with a bag of jelly beans and five RedBull. She wanted to see how the purple and green flesh played with the rock hard muscles of the girl’s core, and she wasn’t disappointed. #my sister totally isn’t worth this #i love the girl #but doesn’t this look painful? #glad all I gotta do to get a guy is put on some sheer tights

Not Anal

At least he waited till black Friday. At least he had the decency.

Look, sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and you realize you left your bra on because you fell asleep while watching movies with your friend in a post feast stupor. (We always eat late cause the restaurant is usually open. Thanksgiving has never been a big deal at our house because Grandma is in charge around here and she never cared, so she doesn’t really expect us to, but ever since I was about nine and could ask for it we would eat a nice meal on Thanksgiving. Grandma kind of likes an excuse for a big meal, so she lets it happen).

So, anyway, like I was saying, I woke up in the middle of the night and I was half asleep and too clumsy to get at my bra without taking my shirt off. Once underwire was no longer digging into my ribs I rolled over and fell back asleep.

Which, and I swear on my grandmother’s soon to be dug grave, is why I was topless when Mousse decided to come barging into my room and announce that he was going to fight Ryoga for me.

So I’m sitting there trying to cover my chest and screaming at him to get out, and he’s screaming right back that this has nothing to do with me and that he just wants Ryoga, which of course sends mom and Grandma running, because now he’s woken them up, and then I really started howling at everyone to GET OUT and I think grandma implied that it looked like Ryoga and I had been having sex in my room, which is such bullshit, because she never said anything when Mousse and I had been fucking in there, but once Ryoga and I are being total slobs and leaving our clothes and junk food everywhere, then we MUST be having sex, so then I was screaming at her about that—

That is when Ryoga decided to slowly, slowly, sllooooowwlly wake up. I’m serious, his eyelids fluttered, and he stretched his arms over his head, and he propped himself up on an elbow and cracked his jaw, and then, and only then, did he say,

“What the fuck is going on?”

At which point I wacked him with a pillow because everyone else in the room had already seen my breasts and I was more pissed than modest.

“You’re fighting Mousse in the alley behind the restaurant in ten minutes.” I told him, and that seemed to satisfy Mousse, because he nodded and left. Mom and grandma went with him, chatting about who should referee. They seemed to think this was going to be like the little sparring matches Mousse and I used to have when we were still doing martial arts, and not a knock-down, drag-out kind of fight.

“Why am I going to fight Mousse?” Ryoga asked once they were gone.

“For the grand privilege of fucking me, of course.” I said, getting out of bed to figure out where I had thrown my bra.

“But, uh, we…”

“Yeah, I know.”

That is when I got this really awful idea. I swear, my face should have done that grinch thing where his whole face curls in on itself.

I turned around, kicked off my sweatpants-said a little prayer of thanks that I had run out of comfortable undies and was wearing a pink thong- and got back on to the bed so I could start crawling toward Ryoga, basically everything I have on display.

“Maybe I’ll do it, too, if you beat the shit out of Mousse.”

Ryoga’s eyes were enormous. Almost bigger than his head.

“I-I have—you know that I—“

Have you ever tried to crawl sexily? Not easy, but by the time I was close enough to Ryoga to put my hand on his thigh it didn’t matter.

“I know you have a girlfriend, and you’re trying to reel in, like, five more,”

“Just Akane. I mean, Akari. I mean, I’m going to tell Akari to her face.”

By then we were face to face, maybe an inch apart, my breasts just brushing his t-shirt, and I said, “That’s the best part. I already know all that, so I’m not going to get sloppy and tell them, and you aren’t going to have to worry about me expecting you to marry me like my grandmother might.”

There wasn’t an inch between us. I couldn’t even look in his eyes anymore, that’s how close we were. I could feel his breath on my lips, and I could feel that he was hesitating, but I didn’t know if that meant he was holding himself back or if he was trying to force himself to do something.

That was when he threw his arms around me and crushed me against him. Ryoga Hibiki kisses like he’s never going to get the chance again. Like he’s been out in the woods for weeks on end and he’s so desperate for human contact that he’ll wring it out of you.

And this after sharing a bed with me for almost a week. I wonder what his girlfriend is going to get at the airport.

I’m pretty sure that’s the thought that woke me up enough to punch him in the chest(there just wasn’t space for me to do anything else. I couldn’t get his lips off mine to say something) knocking him back enough that I could say, “You should put some shoes on. That alley is all gravel.”

That killed the mood.

So I’m standing out in the back alley, my mother doing a little count down, my lips still tingling—I mean, jesus. No wonder this girl was willing to do long distance. Jesus.— and I know that there is no way Ryoga can take Mousse. Maybe in a kissing contest, but Mousse has years of martial arts training. Ryoga has mass. You can do that math.

Except Ryoga, while he might be big and muscley, has that charming british accent so you know he’s not an idiot. He stayed defensive, which was good. I probably should have told him that Mousse is a cheat, rather than that thing about the gravel.

Okay, Mousse doesn’t exactly cheat, but he’s underhanded. He likes to strike lots of little blows and wear you down, rather than straight up beating the shit out of you.

He does that after you’re worn down.

So Ryoga is staying defensive, feinting here and there, but he’s not giving Mousse enough room to make the little blows he likes. So Mousse starts hitting Ryoga when his guard is up. Hits that glance off his forearms, but hits all the same. Trying to rile Ryoga up, I don’t know.

Mousse went in for another quick punch, and Ryoga rammed him. Arms up, he absorbed Mousse’s blow and ran forward, sending Mousse skidding on the gravel, and slammed him into the back wall of the restaurant.

You know, I didn’t actually see the knife. Just the movement of Mousse’s hands. I didn’t need to see the knife. I knew it was the nice one with the pearl handle. Christ, I saw it when mum was doing the count down, but I didn’t think for a second he would take it out.

But there it was. I knew that movement. I had watched Mousse practice it over and over with his first switch blade, a small black one he found in the tool box under the kitchen sink, until her could whip it out in a second, with a motion like flicking dust away.

But I didn’t actually see the blade flash. I didn’t feel Ryoga’s collar in my hand, but that’s the only thing I could have grabbed to send him flying backwards.

All I felt was the impact of the punch I landed on Mousse’s nose. The crunch of cartilage. His glasses broke, cutting both of us.

I don’t want to talk about this anymore.

Akane’s Diary

I didn’t realize Ranma used to date. I mean, like he actually had a significant other, not just messing around at parties like me.

I was sort of waiting for something to happen that I would want to write about more than this, but so far things have been pretty calm and it’s between writing about this and considering a personal ad in the school newsletter asking for a dude who dressed up as batman for halloween and met a girl dressed as Zelda. This is the healthier option. I’ve got to forget about that stuff.

Okay, so, two days before thanksgivng Kasumi has me doing a video with her. Actually, I asked if I could be in one. Never mind. We’re making moussaka.

Suddenly Ranma shows up wanting to know if Kasumi wants anything from the store. Long story short, I wind up in the car with him. It was a nice car. Not the luxury kind people who actually know things about cars whistle over, but the seats were comfy and the heater was good.

I said that to him. Since the silence was kind of awkward. Which maybe made him think I wanted to have a conversation, even though all I wanted was to stop feeling like we really should be trying to have a conversation.

“Was that apron your mother’s?” He asked, “The one Kasumi was wearing.”

It took me a minute to remember that the apron Kasumi was wearing had ‘Tomoko’ embroidered over the heart.

“Yes. Kasumi made it as a gift.”

“I see.”

The silence resumed, and felt even worse because I could feel the topic of mom looming before us.

Have you ever been in a situation so awkward you said something that would normally plunge you into an awkward situation, but you’re so strung out on having absolutely nothing to say that you sort of hope this will circle things back to a normal conversation? Of course not. Because you’re normal.

But me, I say to him, “So where is your mom, anyway? Your parents divorced?”

He doesn’t answer, and I think it’s too personal a question until he finally says, “Huh. I guess I have a mom…”

I burst out laughing. “What kind of answer is that?”

He shrugged, but he was smiling a little. “I don’t know. I’d believe dad had me himself if he could. I never had a mom, and he never talked about her.”

“Why?”

“What did I just say?” Ranma said, but he said it in a nice way, like we were sharing a joke.

And thus, thanks to Ranma’s non-existent, though theoretically probable mother, the awkwardness lifted for a minute, and we managed to talk about school, and food we like, and other normal things, until we were walking through the pickle aisle, and he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me in another direction.

“Don’t look,” He whispered, “My ex is behind the cranberry sauce.”

What else was I going to do? I looked. Ranma Saotome isn’t the boss of me. And I really wanted to know what a person who not only put up with him but made out with him looked like.

Their gender was kind of indeterminate, and I couldn’t get a great look at them except to say that they had long hair and were wearing a really cute sweater.

“I told you not to look!” Ranma dragged me clear over to the milk, this weird back corner where it’s a little quieter than the rest of the store.

“Let’s just stay here.” He said, like that was a great plan.

“Ranma, we came here for groceries, not to play chicken with someone you used to date.”

“You don’t understand. Ukyo hates me.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, then did it anyway. “Gee, what a surprise. Another person who hates you.”

“Hey, Ukyo used to like me.” For a split second I thought Ranma was going to show a serious emotion, forlorn, maybe, or longing, but instead he got angry, “And they still would if it wasn’t for you. I don’t want them seeing you.”

“Don’t you dare make this my fault.” I hissed at him.

Wait, I think he did manage a serious emotion: panic.“I didn’t mean it like that, I mean they might blame you, and—”

“Sure. I’ll be by the register whenever you think it’s safe to come out.” I marched off with my little basket swinging, thinking that I wouldn’t mind never seeing Ranma again.

But, since I knew that wasn’t going to happen, I wonder if I should have found Ukyo and asked them what they saw in Ranma. They dated for a long time, I think, so there must have been something they liked about him. Maybe I should have asked them what it was, instead of standing there in front of the checkout aisle, getting madder and madder until Ranma finally showed up with the car keys, outstretched a little sheepishly, like he knew he was being an idiot, but was really hoping i wasn’t going to say anything about it.

I didn’t say anything at all.

[lovelydeceitff]

Chapter 1:

**disclaimer: the majority of this story will be from Shay’s POV (It’s my first story idk if I can handle so many POVs lol). Eventually, when needed, I may add POVs from other characters… okay bye, happy reading (;

I’m gonna say the right thing at the right time at the right place.. and you won’t know what to do..

Shay

Being at school 2 weeks early is the worst thing ever when your friends are not there yet. I have a love - hate relationship with being a LEAP counselor. LEAP is a program that my university puts on for students to build skills that will make them successful throughout their college career. I’m here early to train on how to be effective. Think of it as being an RA (resident assistant). Yep. I have to deal with immature freshmen on the regular. I’m just there as a mentor primarily, but me being me I’m gonna end up a good friend of theirs too. That’s fine with me though long as they aren’t too childish. I’m entering my junior year and I definitely don’t want to be annoyed by childish people.

It wouldn’t be too bad if I didn’t have to be here on my birthday. ITS SATURDAY, MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND and here I am with my one friend, Raven, on campus trying to figure out a move. My actual birthday is on Thursday so I’m celebrating this weekend and next. I’m turning 20. My second decade on earth. I need to be lit. Okay I’m over exaggerating, I have a few friends here but they live off campus. I don’t; I stay in the dorms so I’m lonely if not with Raven. She’s also here early due to being a leap counselor.

I opened up my Twitter and my DMs was first to pop up on my screen for whatever weird reason and my friend Chris’s name was there from old messages of ours. I then remembered that we were supposed to link up when I got back in town. I know he would have something to do so I decided to text him.

See, Chris is one of the coolest guys at my school. A lot of people know him and a lot of people love him. He has a great personality and people usually flock to him. Surprisingly, he’s really to himself. I mean he has a lot of friends. Like actual friends. He parties a lot. But he’s a typical guy - lays low when needed. He also sells weed so, that alone makes him known. He isn’t in a fraternity, nor any other organizations. He built his name based off his personality alone.

7:48pm Shay: CHRIIISSS! What’s up? I’m out here. Let’s hang.

I continued to scroll through Twitter, just to see if anybody posted anything that I could attend. I went back to Chris and I’s DMs because I know they’d make me laugh. He is a flirt and our DMs show that. He slowed down with the flirting after I reminded him that I had a boyfriend. Now he just asks how my relationship is going or just checks up on me if we haven’t talked in a while. If you asked anybody else, Chris likes me. But if you ask me, he doesn’t. Chris and I had a short lived past. When I first got to college, I met him. We started talking up until I got serious with Keith, my boyfriend. We were in a party, I was super drunk and I told him we couldn’t talk on that level anymore. It was so Funny because my drunk self told him it saddened me to leave him alone. It all worked out in the end. We remained friends. Distant friends actually. 8:12pm Chris: What! Shay’s back? Bet. I’m supposed to chill with some friends in a few. I’ll text you the address soon.

Soon to Chris could mean hours… or never.

8:13pm Shai: Okay. Please don’t forget.

8:15pm Chris: I won’t.

“Rae, we got a move! Chris said he’s gonna text me the address of a kickback in a minute.” I yelled out to raven as she sits in my bathroom fixing her hair.

“So, should we get like dressed dressed orrrr?” She asked me.

“Honestly, I have no clue. I think I’m gonna get slightly cute. I think shorts and a nice top or jeans would be cool” I told her.

I went to my closet and attempted to find something to wear. Of course I struggled. It literally took my an hour just to find something I liked. I decided on ripped jeans and a white body suit.

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I knew it. Chris never texted me the address, if I wasn’t so desperate to turn up I’d just chill in my room with Raven. Ya know, play monopoly or some shit. But nah. I can’t not turn up so I’m gonna call Chris because I’m just about fed up. I hate waiting. Chris is literally the worst texter in texting history.

“Chris wtf, you forgot about me huh?” I said as he answered. “Shay….. chill. I just got here. I didn’t forget. I told you we were gonna hang so we are. I’m about to text you the address, you can come right now.” He replied.

“Alright. Is it far from campus? And I’m with Raven” I said to Chris as my other line started to ring. It was Deja, my other friend who lives off campus. “Hey, hold on REALLY Quick Chris! Hello, Deja?”

“What’s up girl? What you got planned tonight?”

“Chris is about to send me an address now to a kickback. He’s actually on my other line right now” I said to her.

“Okay. I wanna go. I’m with Marvin tho” she said back to me. I immediately rolled my eyes. Marvin is her annoying ass boyfriend. We’re not even gonna get into him right now though.

“Alright bet, I’ll text you the address once I get it. Gotta go Deja, see you in a few.” I clicked over to the other line “hello? My bad. Deja wants to know if her and Marvin can come out”

“That’s fine, just let them know it’s not a party. I know y'all like to juke and shit” he laughed.

“Whatever. I haven’t juked in forever. Text me the address bye” I hung up as I laughed. He’s so annoying.

I texted Deja the address and luckily she lived by the house so I didn’t have to get her. It’s now close to 10:30 so I texted Keith goodnight. I haven’t really talked to him today. Or lately at all. We’ve been very dry in our conversation. I made sure to send a sweet text just so he can sleep with a smile on his face. I love him.

As I arrived to the house, Chris and his friends were sitting on the porch. I approached him and he greeted me with a long, long, tight hug. It was a great hug actually. I haven’t seen him in forever so I guess it was a hug for lost time. He then hugged Raven and Deja and dapped up Marvin. Their greeting wasn’t nearly as long as mine. He hasn’t seen either of them in a while also. He told us we could go in the house, but we’d probably be leaving soon to go somewhere else. As we went inside Deja looked at me and laughed. I asked her what was so funny.

“I seen that Shay.” She said to me. I asked what she’s talking about. “Shay, that hug. Chris likes you girl. I don’t know why you can’t tell. I didn’t even tell you he asked about you a few weeks ago”

“Why’d he ask about me? What’d he say?”

“He just asked about you girl, relax. You need to be careful hanging with him forreal. Chris is gonna get you in trouble” she said referring to my relationship.

I laughed, “no he isn’t, I’m the only person who could get me in trouble. He knows I have a boyfriend. Chris and I are just friends.” She didn’t care what I was saying. Deja is always right and she knows it. She’s like a psychic, not kidding. This girl is never wrong. But in this case, she is. And she’s gonna see that tonight.

In the house, we were clearly bored. There was like 6 people outside, 4 inside not including the people I came with, and other people who were leaving. Chris came in and spoke with us because we’re sort of his guest. We tried to play water pong, but the people before us lost the damn ball. So we’re just sitting here looking silly. Raven is next to me on her phone. Deja and Marvin are being caked. Chris is in a chair near me talking with these guys. He’s dressed in all black today. I can’t lie the color has me a little weak. He looks good af today. I mean really good. I caught myself staring a few times. To my surprise he didn’t even notice. After about 20 minutes of being at the kickback. We left and followed Chris and his guys to another kickback. This kickback actually looks like it has potential. These two whirs girls threw it. You can tell it was on a whim. When we got there they were pulling out the water pong table and a guy with bottles came in.

My type of party. If there’s no alcohol, how am I gonna loosen up?

I asked Chris if we were able to drink those bottles. He went to the kitchen and brought out both a bottle of Apple New Amsterdam and some other stuff I didn’t care for. I chose the New Am. Chris was delighted. He said it’s his favorite drink. We immediately took a shot. All of us. Raven, Chris, and I basically had that bottle to ourselves because Marvin already had his own liquor. A disgusting four loko.

After a while, I started feeling my liquor. Not too much. I wasn’t even tipsy. I just was feeling it. I needed to be around more people I knew. So after consulting with my right hand man, Raven, I decided to invite our old pal Vee. Surprisingly she was with my boyfriends best friend so that was even better. They ended up coming out and that made me feel so much more comfortable. I can be shy sometimes.

At one point in the KB (kickback), Chris came to sit next to me and we talked. At this point it was obvious he was giving me extra attention. I still thought nothing of it because Chris is social in general and come on… I’m his guest. Mid-conversation, all I remember is me stopping what I was saying and telling him he didn’t want to hear me talk this much.

That statement came from Keith and I’s issues. I talk A LOT. As I grew up, I learned to control it. I actually do pretty well. I know when I’m talking too much now, ya know rambling about nothing. But, no matter what I would say Keith would stop me in the middle of my sentence and say something along the lines of “OKAY Shay.” When he didn’t want to hear me talk anymore. It messed with me every time because I would barely be saying much. We’d be holding a conversation and he’d stop me from talking. Yet, I would have just listened to him say everything he wanted to say. I would feel shut out. So to change that, I reduced the the things I had to say to a minimum or I wouldn’t talk much at all. After telling Chris that what I was saying was a waste of his time, he said something that made me realize how unhappy I was in my relationship.




"No no.. I want To hear what you have to say. I enjoy hearing you talk Shay. Finish...

I haven’t been told that before so it caught me off guard. To be honest, I wanted to cry. Sounds weird to want to cry from that but it was something I’ve been wanting to hear from Keith. I love to talk. To hold conversations. I hate feeling like I can’t. So for Chris to want to listen really shocked me. It was foreign to me.

We continued to talk until we decided to play water pong. It was his idea, we partnered up and played against Deja and Marvin. We made a good team lol he was really good and I wasn’t bad myself. We strategized as if we were gonna win a trophy in the end. Chris showed me so much attention during the game which confused me completely. He touched my lower back. Softly touched my arms. At one point I was against the wall with his arms and hands touching the walls behind me while he was in front of me. We were close. Just talking about the game, it was completely innocent. But I felt it. It was there, something strange. I couldn’t understand. He was flirting with me. I couldn’t stop him either. If I did I’d end up making it obvious to Keith’s best friend who was sitting on the couch not paying us any mind.

After the game I tried my best to avoid close contact with Chris. I went as far as sitting with Deja Raven and Vee to try to make it seem like us girls just wanted to talk alone. He came by me again though. But attention wasn’t solely on me this time which was cool. I almost ended up in the bathroom with him alone. I was about to pee, but he asked if he could rinse his finger because he cut it. At one point we were both in the bathroom taking care of his bleeding pointing finger. I started to feel nervous so I got out of there once I could. I didn’t understand this feeling that was coming over me or where it was coming from. Chris doesn’t make me nervous. Yea, he’s flirting with me. Big deal. I get flirted with a lot. It doesn’t phase me but for some reason it made me feel a type of way this time. 

 The night started to come to an end. Everything started to die down. I realized I needed to leave when Chris friend came and sat next to me and my friends and asked what we were about to do. He asked me, “Aren’t you going home with Chris?” I quickly said no. He was drunk. I assumed he seen us flirting and just thought that’s what I’d be doing. I’m sure that’s what normally happened after parties. Chris brings home a girl. Not this girl though. 

After my friends left, Raven and I prepared ourselves to go. Chris walked us to our car which was across the street. I said something about the gym and he felt the need to begin complimenting me.

 “Why do you need to go to the gym? You look fine… I mean you look really fine Shay” I then begin to explain to him that you don’t have to feel fat to want to practice a healthy lifestyle.

 “I’m just saying you look good how you are. You’re already small. You had guys asking me if you were single in there. You’re beautiful. You don’t need a gym.” He continued ranting. 

He was drunk. I was getting annoyed. I hate when people tell me I shouldn’t go work out. I did gain weight, but I’m not fat. I know I look fine but damn a girl can want some abs right? 

 After we wrapped up our convo. He hugged Raven and I goodbye and told me to text him when I got in. I did exactly what he said and let him know I had a great time and thanks for inviting me. 

I laid in my bed and began to recap the night. See, Keith doesn’t like to go out. Like at all. He’s not a people person and parties aren’t his thing. I’m the total opposite. I’m super outgoing and if there’s s party you can bet I’m there. I don’t mind Keith not being like me, it’s never phased me. I would love to party with the love of my life sometimes though. That could be why I was so nervous to be around Chris. Yes, cause he was flirting and I felt something. But also because I don’t have too much experience partying with someone that interested in me. I normally push people away and continue partying with my girls when I’m out. I have a boyfriend, there’s no need for any guy to get too close to me. I guess I allowed Chris because he was drunk and he’s my friend. I didn’t want to embarrass him. He’d never act that way if he was sober. Chris is really the most respectful guy I know when it comes to my relationship. This was the only time he stepped out of bounds. I didn’t think about it too much longer. Sober Chris will apologize later. 

2:26am Chris: I’m glad you had a good time. We’ll hang again no worries. Goodnight Shay 😌

[hyttesanger]

We’re Just Trying To Help

T | Yoo Jiae | Ryu Sujeong x Jung Yein | Seo Jisoo

based on prompt “I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong person and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you’re so attractive.”

Jiae realized she's more inclined romantically towards girls for the first time during her high school days. Ever since, she's been endlessly chasing one crush after another - senior in the cooking club, smarty pants who seemed to be camping 24/7 inside the school's library, cool tomboy who were ace of volleyball club, cute girl next door, the list could go on forever - only to get turned down mercilessly every single time.

She doesn't know what is it that have gone so wrong with herself. When it comes to appearance, Jiae's pretty confident with her looks, her baby face doesn't seem aging at all for years, she also has good fashion sense. She's kind and mature, the type who will devote herself to people she loves. Not to mention Jiae's also an outstanding cook and very well organized person, this facts guarantee whoever gets to be her girlfriend will never be underfed. But even with such qualities, apparently she still isn't attractive enough for girls to spare some attentions at her.

So here she is now, twenty three and lonely and sad, spending her Friday night thirdwheeling her best friends' date in trendy gay cafe in one corner of Itaewon.

"How did these people get to meet each other, I wonder..." Jiae stares longingly at couples scattered in dozen of tables around them. "I've been trying anything to have just one girlfriend since forever ago but nothing worked."

"I have lots of female acquaintances. Wanna try send tits pic to any of them?" Yein's answer almost get Jiae spit the mineral water she's been drink through nose.

"Is that how you managed to woo Sujeong?" Jiae scrunches her face, half-disgusted and half-terrorized with the idea.

"Nah, she was manager of gymnastic team. Why would I need to send nudes if she walked in everytime I changed in dressing room? She'd practically seen everything in the flesh." Yein simply shrugs, stabbing her cake with fork then bringing it into her mouth.

"But I did few times in past. Because of boredom, you know." She continues, raising her brows suggestively. "Just try it."

"NO. Oh god you're so unbelieveably twisted."

"What twisted?" Sujeong comes back with strawberry smoothie in hand, startling both of them.

"Your girl— OUCH!" Beneath the table, Yein steps on Jiae’s foot hard.

"Jiae unnie, didn't you say you're hungry? Get anything you want, my treat for our pitiful, single and so desperately ready to mingle lady." She hands her credit card, deceptive angelic smile on her face. Obviously unable to say no to free cakes, Jiae gets up, still sending one last dangerous glare before walks to the long queue on the cafe's counter.

"What were you two talking about?" Sujeong slides into the fluffy pink loveseat, instantly snuggling up to Yein's shoulder.

"Nothing, babe. Just random jokes." Ignoring her girlfriend, Yein takes Jiae's phone which left unattended on their table. "Hey, don't you think it's about time we lend helping hands to save Jiae unnie's love life."

"Help... How?" Sujeong watches in confusion as Yein goes through Jiae's pictures gallery. Another free hand scrolls down her own contacts and a roguish smirk tugs the corner of her mouth.

"Just wait and see."

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07:15 AM

Missed Calls Jiae Unnie (8)

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Sujeong wakes up to the voice of Jiae shouting both her and her girlfriend's names so loudly, accompanied by series of evenly loud bangs on the door, and persistent incoming call tones from her phone. It's like the older girl has been trying every possible annoying way to prevent them from having a much-needed sleep on weekend. She throws off their comforter aside and gets up to answer the door. Rolling across the bed, Yein growls demanding her warmth back, but Sujeong couldn't care less.

"Unnie, it's seven in the morning. What— Whoa!"

"Where's that damned freak girlfriend of yours?!" Jiae nearly shrieks, pushing Sujeong slightly as she's making her way down the entrance of her friends' flat and towards the bedroom. "Yah Jung Yein! Come out you friggin' flaky asshole!"

"You— Why did you send my pic to stranger?!"

Yein is fully awake now, wearing an over-sized t-shirt and pretty much nothing else. She sits ever so calmly in bed with smug smile as Jiae charges forward, looking like she's about to throw the phone at her hand to Yein's face squarely.

"Mhm. How did it go? She replied?"

"She sent back half-naked pic!" Jiae is literally screaming now, shaking Yein violently by the shoulders, her whole face cherry red. "And it turned out she's someone from college! Jesus Christ what am I gonna do now!"

"Wow that's beyond my expectation." Yein burst out cackling. Oh how Jiae wishes no one else is present so right now she could beat some sense into this brat who knows no sense of decency.

"Lemme take a look."

Jiae immediately puts her phone back to her jeans pocket, once again hollering when Yein jumps at her and frantically tries to get the device with force. With Sujeong suddenly joins in, no way in hell Jiae could win this impromptu wrestling match against two giant demons.

"Yah!! Give it back, you two rude hell children!" Her aggresive protest falls to deaf ears, their gazes poised on the screen, mouths agape.

The first pic is of Jiae, lying inside a luxurious bathtub, abundant of transparent pink bubble slightly covering some parts of her body. It was taken by Yein and Mijoo in hotel room during their holiday to Canada last year, and all of them were wasted, sooooo much wasted to the point Jiae would unthinkingly agree to take such humiliating - flattering, her friends said back then - photograph. And last night while Jiae was out ordering for all the most expensive cakes in the menu, Yein had sent the very cursed photo to someone she chose randomly from her phonebook.

Below it, are few sentences of reply and selca of equally good looking woman. The said woman was standing by the bathroom vain, wearing sinfully sheer nightgown, her long dark hair tied up messily into loose bun with few wild strands falling to her face.

I don't know if there's a mistake and the pic was meant for somebody else entirely, but in all of honesty, that's some attractive features you got there.

I think I've seen you before, are you from Woollim as well? I'm on art department, the name's Jisoo. Wanna talk more? <3

"Holy shit! She's so..." Sujeong is the first one to comment.

"Hot. I know." Jiae looks away, one hand covering her face in shame.

"I see you like this girl, eh?" Now Yein's laughing again. This has been a very amusing morning she can't even complain to be woken up so early on Saturday. "So what are you waiting for, unnie?? Go get her!"

"I don't even know what to explain to her, dimwit!"

"Well just tell her straight away you want to know her more." Yein says, all non-chalance. "If I remember correctly Seo Jisoo is the TA for my intro to fine art class, means she's probably also in her last year, same age as you. Not sure how did I end up having her number tho. She seemed nice, anyway."

"TA? She's a fucking TA?" Jiae bemoans in frustration. "Jung Yein what else could you possibly do to ruin my entire life even more!"

"Isn't it good that she's TA? I mean, she can teach you things, if you know what I mean."

"Shut up! You two have been hanging around Mijoo and Soojung unnie way too much they have corrupted your minds with impropriety!" Jiae hisses in disbelief. This is disaster, all of her friends have been turning to satan one by one.

"Well I daresay you wouldn't say so later, once you've got laid. Look at those gorgeous, soft skin—"

Yein abruptly seals her lips when Jiae actually leaps at her, then opens it again only to let out crass laughter as the shorter girl attacking her with tickles. They both fall back to the bed, blanket and cover all kicked haphazardly, high volume screams cutting through the air....

Until there's a short ding! sound. They stop, two heads slowly turn to Sujeong, whose presence has been forgotten for awhile. The girl is typing something on Jiae's phone, satisfied grin on her lips.

Realizing she's been caught, Sujeong throws the phone down onto the bed, signaling her girlfriend to escape once Jiae manages to get her hand on the poor device.

Yes, will be very pleased to do so. Tbh I'm kinda wondering if you want to chat over dinner and then.. I don't know, having some hot showering session together? ;)

Sounds like a plan. Text me the place and time later, ok?

Sure. I'll let you know soon.

"YAH!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!"

“We’re just trying to help!”

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[sleepyfoodtruck]

back in the day (part 4)

final part of the meet-cute (?) lmao

i think i'm gonna re-write these and post them on AO3, not sure yet tho! i've never posted anything there

part 1

part 2

part 3

Graduation's in 2 months...

Coral sighed deeply as she marked another day in her calendar, bubbles rising up and popping on the ceiling of her cave. Two years had gone by so fast! Why, just yesterday she'd saved her bff's life after she nearly drowned.

Except it wasn't yesterday, that had happened about a year ago. Her friend didn't drown anymore, in fact they'd managed to up her "underwater record"; she could last for almost an hour now. A lot had happened since then! They'd go on walks every weekend, usually around the park and then get something to eat. Other times they'd skip class for the day and just hang out at the beach, Snowhill would bring a thermos with tea and they'd just talk and talk for hours. One time they even visited an amusement park! The rollercoaster was her favorite, a shame she had to ride it alone though.

She also visited a lot of places on her own free time. Usually, the goat would accompany her and try (and fail!) to take her to new places; on the times she was too busy, Coral would just get the directions and go by herself. Sure, she wasn't supposed to use her "temporary soul" without proper authorization, but who was gonna rat her out? She visited several museums and clubs, had gone to try a few restaurants by herslef and even returned to the amusement park once or twice.

Through it all, she also had tried to find her soulmate. Her time was running out and she really, really didn't want to come back to the sea empty-handed; she loved the surface! She wanted to stay there! Alas, it seemed it wasn't in the cards for her.

Every partner she'd managed to have would leave her within a few weeks. She'd meet someone, they'd talk, go on a date or two and then skip town as soon as she told them her species. At first she was rather upset, believing the main issue was her being an undine, but...

"It's because of the soulmate thing" Snowhill told her one such afternoon.

They were on their usual spot at the beach, sharing a thermos with "milk tea". She'd been dumped by her most recent partner, a siren that had lasted for a whooping two weeks before he decided they "weren't a good fit babe".

"You gotta be kidding...ugghhhh of course it's the stupid soulmate thing!" Coral groaned loudly, very upset and annoyed. She angrily drank her tea and angrily requested for more.

"I mean, it is a pretty big commitment" the goat picked up a small seashell "To be fair, we're barely 18. I don't know if I could commit to something like that either".

For some reason, that comment stung particularly hard. It didn't leave her mind for weeks.

Now, they were 2 months away from graduation. She was supposed to return the temporary soul and return to her life on the sea, as if nothing happened. But how could she do that? She loved the surface! It was so unfair, she didn't want to come back and live in the sea her whole life. The sunlight didn't hit as hard down there, there were no flowers or herbs, she couldn't feel the wind rush through her hair because there was no wind underwater.

Snowhill couldn't come visit either.

That was the absolute worst. She'd miss her best friend terribly, just the though of it made her tear up. They'd be through so much! Ever since that weekend, they'd become so much closer. Nowadays, Snowhill allowed her to touch her whenever she wanted; hand holding, side hugs, pats on the head and even full-on hugs. She complained and blushed and threaten with her horns, but Coral knew she was all bark and no bite. Occasionally, the goat even initiated contact herself. She was rather fond of one memory in specific.

It was after her second partner had left her, a lovely fairy that claimed she wasn't quite ready for a relationship just yet. The undine had been a mess, she was so sure this time it would work! She'd met her soulmate and she'd be set for life.

Snowhill hadn't known what to say, she'd never saw her in such a depressed state. Coral guessed it must've been shocking, considering her usually bubbly attitude. She skipped class the whole week and, surprisingly, so had her friend. The undine found herself on the receiving end of several hugs, nuzzles and even a few homemade poundcakes and cookies.

"Sorry it didn't work out" she had said one such day, offering her another cup of tea and a freshly baked lemon cookie "Can't say I know how you feel, 'cause I know my breakups aren't the same as yours. But, uh, I'm here if you need anything"

It had taken her a while to bounce back from that one, but her friend's support had helped quite a lot. Thinking that she would lose her, all because she hadn't managed to fin a soulmate on time was, ironically, soul-crushing.

Coral sighed again, swimming to the deepest part of her cave where her room was located. She laid down on her sponge bed and stared at the ceiling, a few glow-in-the-dark stars barely twinkling and providing a bit of light.

"There's nothing I can do about it anymore" she though, turning on her side and curling up around a discarded pillow "Guess I'll just make the most of these two months"

With that in mind, she slipped into an uneasy sleep.

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Graduation's in a month.

Grumbling, Snowhill tossed her cellphone on the side-table, the calendar app still open and displaying the marked date with an angry red circle. The last two years had gone by so fast, she hadn't had time to process it all. One day she's the "lonely asshole from X class" and the next she's meeting her new "bestie for life".

She sighed, curling around one of her many giant teddy bears. It wasn't the ceremony itself that bothered her, but rather the implications that it brough. Leaving school, the pressure of picking a career path she'd be stuck with for life, start a savings account to move to her own place.

Mainly, that Coral would go back to live in the deep, dark sea.

It was so unfair! Coral loved the surface, if anyone deserved to live up here it was definetely her. But what could she do, really? They'd tried everything to find her soulmate, all attempts were in vain as rumours started to spread through the school. And it wasn't your run-of-the mill rumour, but something that affected Coral's reputation severely.

"Don't date the undine from X class. She's gonna steal your sould and drag you to the ocean".

What a load of shit.

She'd been furious the first time she'd heard it, demanding to know who the fuck had started it just to give them a piece of her mind. Coral held her back, saying it wasn't a big deal and that she didn't really care; but Snowhill knew, she'd seen the hurt and panic in her eyes. That rumour alone had scared off any potential partners, it was impossible to try and find anyone who would want anything "serious" with her friend.

Coral didn't want her to intervene, so she'd respect her wishes. However, petty revenge wasn't discussed, so she'd set to work; she moved the douche's desk exactly 1 cm. every day. Poor idiot kept falling on his ass because his chair wasn't in the usual spot.

Dumbass.

Snowhill twisted a strand of hair on her finger, staring at the ceiling. There was literally nothing she could do, no one wanted anything to do with her friend; hanging out? Sure, but if she proposed anything else they'd back off immediately. The goat had tried every other solution she could think of after that, but her skills weren't as advanced as she wished. Creating a fake soul was a stupidly difficult spell, one she'd been practicing for months and could never get to work; though, to be fair, her magic was more nature-focused. She growled, upset and frustrated with her lack of ability and at how unfair the whole ordeal was.

A knock on her door let her know she had a visitor.

"Come in" her mother came in and sat down next to her bed. Snowhill continued to stare at the ceiling, her thick eyebrows deeply furrowed "Mom, I'm a bit busy, can you come back later?"

"If you call "growling and puting at the ceiling" busy, then I think we have two very different definitions for the word" her mother chuckled, a sad smile on her face "How are you holding up?"

"How do you think I'm holding up?!"

"No need to rise your voice with me, young lady" she frowned "I'm not the one you're upset at".

"Ugh, I know...'m sorry..." she turned on her side, not looking at her mother "It's just..."

"I know honey, I'm really sorry we couldn't help your friend"

"It's...it's not on you, don't worry".

She was still frowning, but Snowhill noticed her mother had a rather thoughful look in her eyes.

"Uh, you wanted to tell me something?"

"Not quite. Just that I think you're not looking at this from the corret angle" she scratched behind her horns, the goat gratefully leaning into the touch.

"What do you mean?" she slurred, head petting always got her sleepy.

"...Your friend's an undine, yes? So she needs to find her soulmate"

"Because a soul can only be created or shared through a true bond, I know".

"So maybe you kids have been looking for this soulmate in the wrong place"

"Uh-huh..." she was falling asleep fast, her mom better tell her what she meant soon.

"I think your solution's right in front of you both, but you're a bit too oblivious to notice"

Nope, she fell asleep. The centaur sighed, looking at her daughter; the signales were right there. All that was left to do, was for them to notice and act upon them.

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Graduation's today.

Coral shaked the director's hand, smiling brightly to the camera and holding up her diploma.

Graduation's today.

Snowhill walked down the stage, barely holding in tears and gripping the diploma so hard it was making an awful sound.

Graduation's today.

They shook hands with their classmates, took a few pictures in front of the huge flower vases decorating the stage and ate a few snacks from the refreshments table. Snowhill's family had dragged them to a small party to celebrate, they even had cake and a small karaoke contest. Of course, they were assigned dish washing duty; can't enjoy a party without cleaning up!

Graduation was today.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Coral said while handing her another dish to dry.

"Shoot" Snowhill stood on her tippy-toes to place the dish in the cabinets.

"Can, uh...can you come with me to the beach? I don't wanna be alone when the spell runs out"

"...S-Sure, lemme grab the keys and I'll drive us there".

If they saw the tears in each other's eyes, neither commented on it.

Graduation was today.

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They sat on their usual spot, in a corner a bit far away from the main section of the beach; a huge, plain rock that formed a small "pool" which, in turn, connected them to the ocean. An amicable silence between them, broken occasionally by the sound of jiggling car keys or tea being poured from the thermos.

Coral dipped her feet into the small, warm pool, enjoying the last few moments she'd have actual toes and not a tail fin. A cold breeze picked up and she shivered, scooting closer to her friend for warmth.

"Hey, I got a farewell present for you" said the goat, pulling out a purple box from behind her "Was gonna give it to you earlier, but it didn't seem like a good moment".

"Awwww bestie, you shouldn't have!" she blushed a bit, a cyan color tainting her cheeks.

She carefully pried the box open, trying to not tear the wrapping with her claws too much. Inside a thick, multiple-colored sweater sat neatly folded; soft pinks and blues made the garment look ridiculously cozy. Coral gingerly touched it, confirming it was as soft as it looked, being even more careful to not pull a stitch with her claws. She lifted it to her face, breathing in deeply. It smelled like a forest.

"Did you make this?!" she tugged it on immediately, hugging herself "It's so warm!!!"

"Yeah. I, uh, figured you'd get cold down there, so..." Snowhill tugged on the sleeves of her own sweater "I-It has a spell, um, granny taught it to me. It's waterproof so you can use it h-her or in your cave".

"This is literally the most toughtful gift I've ever received!!" Coral hugged her tightly.

"Y-You're welcome" she hugged her back as much as she could.

They didn't let go for a while, feeling the other would disappear if they did. The sun was setting and Coral closed her eyes, she knew the spell would dissipate as soon as the sun was completely gone. She didn't want to let go, she didn't wanna go back to her dark and cold cave, she didn't--

"I'm gonna miss you".

She did wanna listen to this.

"Fuck, 'm gonna miss you so much" Snowhill hugged her tighter, hiding her face on Coral's shoulder "Y-You're literally the only f-friend I've ever had"

"S-Same..." Coral gripped the back of the goat's sweater, resting her head right between her horns "I hate this stupid curse. I don't need a soul to know I love being on the surface"

"I know..."

"...And, a-and I don't need a soul to know I love you a lot. Like, you're the most important person in my life"

Snowhill sucked in a breath, her eyes widening and tears pouring freely. She loved her? Her??? The grumpy goat that almost broke her foot on her first day? She sobbed, and sobbed harder once she heard the undine had started crying too.

"I love you too" she separated just enough to look at her face, noting how her ear-fins were dropping so low they almost touched her neck "You're my best friend. It...i-it feels like you're a part of me I didn't even know was missing"

"I know!!! That's why I talked to you that day" Coral laughed, her eyes a bit puffy from crying "I didn't know why, I still don't! But I just felt that you and I were meant to meet, y'know?"

"I'm glad you talked to me" Snowhill wiped her tears on her sleeve "These two years have been...t-the best years of my life. Fuck, I wanna be so mad at you. How dare you come into my life and then go?"

"I wish I could stay" the undine took a deep breath, hugging her friend again "If I could have one wish, it'd be to stay here with you"

They lapsed into silence again, crickets singing all around them. It was quite dark by now, surely the spell would fade out any moment. All that was left was to enjoy any little time they had.

So, they waited.

And waited some more.

They anxiously waited until the moon was high in the sky, sharing confused glances and drinking from the thermos every once in a while.

"Uh" the goat scratched her head, confused "Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want you gone but...shouldn't you have a tail by now?"

"I should!" Coral wiggled her toes "In fact, I should be gasping for air right now. I should've turned already unless--"

And then it clicked.

She gasped, a trembling hand covering her mouth. God, she was so stupid. How did she not notice? Seriously? All the signs were there, their first meeting was no coincidence and the fact she hadn't been able to find her soulmate--

"You're my soulmate" she whipsered behind her hand, eyes open wide and looking at the goat.

"What'd you say? Dude, you good? You're kind of freaking me out" Snowhill lifted a hand, a concerned frown on her face.

"You're my soulmate" she said louder "We're--you're--you're my soulmate!!"

Snowhill opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then lifted a finger and opened it again, her face pale and eyes (also) open wide.

"That's why you feel so familiar!!!" Coral stood up abruptly "That's what drew me to you, we're soulmate!!! God knows for how long, but we're soulmates!!"

"W-We're...I'm your...huh?" the goat looked up at her, clearly still processing the information.

"We're soulmates!!! I haven't turned back, that shoulda happened hours ago!!!"

Snowhill slowly got up, her legs shaking, and grabbed Coral's arms "No way. You've gotta be shitting me"

"You're not happy?" her excitement immediately vanished, replaced with a deep sense of despair "You don't wanna--"

"NO!! I-I MEAN YES!!" she shook her head, a grin slowly forming on her face "I-I have a soulmate!! You're my soulmate! M-My best friend is my soulmate!!!"

"Yeah!!!!" she smiled, barring her sharp teeth "My best friend's my soulmate too!!!!"

They hugged and cried some more, jumping up and down in excitement. A few people stopped to stare at them but, honestly, they didn't care. After a while however, it turned too cold to stay on the beach.

Giddy, they ran towards the car and hurried back to Snowhill's house. They had planned a whole revelation, make a huge deal out of it because of course, it WAS a huge deal.

"WE'RE SOULMATES!!!!" Coral yelled as soon as she opened the door, lifting their joined hands "I'M STAYING 'CAUSE WE'RE SOULMATES!!!"

"God dammit Coral!" Snowhill tried to frown but, really, she was still too happy about the whole thing.

The whole family stared for a minute before erupting into loud cheers. Snowhill's aunt dragging them into a huge family-group hug, surely the first of many.

"Oh thank god, it was about time" the goat heard her mother mumble "Was gonna tell them myself if they didn't figure it out today".

[oh-my-gawd]

Moving in only five months ago, you’ve gotten to know everybody and already forming tight bonds. Tony, while being a bit of a flirt and annoying, turned out to be one of your closest friends. Steve now being your best friend. Natasha being like a sister to you. Bruce was always a shoulder to cry on and gave great advice. Thor, while you guys being too close was always a pleasure to be around. And Clint was always fun to hang out with (occasionally being annoying but still fun nonetheless). You got along great with everyone. Aside from Bucky. He wasn’t mean or anything, hell he was one d the sweetest guys you’ve ever met, but you having a huge crush on him did play a factor in why whenever you spoke to him all that came out was quick responses and awkward pauses. “So what are you doing this weekend y/n?” Tony asked you one morning while you were making cereal. “Nothing, why do you ask” you replied giving him a questioning look while trying to reach for the cereal box that was on the high shelf. Walking over to help you grab it, he replied “well I was gonna have a pool party for the team, ya know we’ve been working hard on our last few missions and I thought we deserved a little break” you gave him a “cut the bullshit” look. “What?” He asked walking with you to the table so you can enjoy your cereal. “That sounds a little too nice for your taste” you tell him I’m a suspicious tone. “What? I just thought this would be a nice way to let off some steam seeing that we’ve all been so stressed out.” You gave him another look telling him you didn’t believe it. “I swear” he said putting his hand to his heart. “And I get to see you in a bikini” he whispered to himself not so quietly. “Oh my lord” you said hitting his arm. “But will you be their?” He asked genuinely. You considered your options, on one hand, Netflix and icecream did seem like a good way to spend your time this weekend, but on the other hand, you would get to see Bucky shirtless and in the water soaking wet. Hmmm, Ice cream or Bucky? Ice cream or Bucky. “Yeah, I’ll go” you told tony making up your mind that Bucky’s abs would be better to watch than Netflix. “Yes!” He said standing up. “Where are you going?” You asked still not done with your cereal. “Gotta go work out so I can look my best for the party” he replies walking out. You shake your head and chuckle going back to finishing your cereal “How is this?” You ask showing your swimsuit you are wearing toNatasha and Steve who are sitting on your bed. It was a simple deep red bikini that pushed up your boobs a tad but still had good support. “Eh it’s a little boring, boobs looking great tho” Natasha says with a calm tone. “It looks fine” Steve adds on “a little revealing though.” It was Friday, a day before the party, you were trying on different swimsuits that Natasha is lending you, Steve is there to give a mans input, while having a man there would seem odd to almost people, you know Steve enough to know that he’s absolutely not into you (he says he thinks of you like a little sister) and that you can trust him. “Yeah but it needs to be a little revealing to catch bucky’s attention” Natasha says nudging Steve with her elbow and raising her eyebrows. “Ew” he says rolling his eyes. “I’ll try another one on” you say seeing how Steve does have a point. The next one you try on is black with white polka dots. This one also pushes up your boobs a little bit but it feels less revealing seeing that’s it’s a one piece. It hugs your curves and although it doesn’t reveal much you still look sexy as hell. You come out of your closet and immediately in unison Natasha and Steve say “this is the one” looking at each other amazed. “Yeah I like this one too, I think I’ll pick this one” you tell them and return to the closet to get some normal clothes on. “Do you guys wanna go get some coffee, there’s this little coffee shop down the road that just opened and It looks good” Natasha asks you and Steve. “Sure, why not?” You reply shrugging. “Sorry I was planning on hitting the gym right now but maybe next time” Steve says getting up. “Aw come on” Natasha argues “your built like a god, I don’t think you need to hit the gym.” “ sorry but I havent worked out in a while and I have to be prepared for this upcoming mission.” He says waving goodbye and walking out the door. “Guess it’s just you and me” Natasha says glancing over to you. You both head out the door and spot Bucky passing by in the hallway. “And possibly Bucky” Natasha whispers to you quickly wiggling her eyebrows. “Hey, me and y/n we’re thinking about heading to the coffee shop down the road, would you care to join us?” She asks in a way too innocent tone. “If this means free coffee, I’m in” he says smiling. Your heart pangs against your chest when you see that fucking gorgeous smile. You catch Bucky glancing at you the whole walk to the coffee shop, it makes your heart pound but you decide to not read to much into it, not wanting to get your hopes up. You enter “irvings coffee shop” and you and Bucky take a seat while Natasha goes to order drinks. The silence is killing you. Until he speaks up “so are you gonna go to the pool party tomorrow?” He asks looking at you with his baby blue eyes. “Yeah” you reply “after the last few missions I think a pool party is well deserved.” You say giving him a small smile. “What about you?” You ask. “Well I wasn’t gonna plan on going but knowing you’ll be there, I might reconsider” he says giving you a small wink that make your face flush instantly. That was not what you were expecting. Nat suddenly comes over with the drinks and she starts a conversation about the poor service. “That guys hit on me before even taking my order. Can you believe that?” You try listening but you still sneak flirty glances to buck, and luckily, he returns them. The day of the party you get your swimsuit and head out to Tony’s pool (which is huge to say the least) Natasha is arguing with Clint about something stupid, Steve is talking to Bucky while making hot dogs on the grill. Thor is having a water war with Sam and Bruce is sitting on a lounge chair reading a book. You see tony sitting in an inflatable tube while drinking a martini. You hop in the water and swim over to him. “You look like a soccer moms cliche fantasy” you say teasingly. “I’ll talk that as a compliment” he says not looking over at you. You too your eyes and join Sam and Thor in a water war. This eventually turns into a chicken fight with you sitting on third shoulders and Natasha sitting on sam, you and Natasha trying to push eachother off, you being very competitive eventually wins and you claim your victory hotdog from Steve. You sit down on the lounge chair next to Bruce and watch the others play in the water. Eyes sometimes gliding over to Bucky. He’s in the pool splashing Natasha with water, his abs glisten with water droplets and you can’t help but stare, he catches your eye and smirks, Bucky looks you up and down drinking you in. You feel the red going to your face and the butterflies flapping in your stomach, but most importantly the wetness you feel between your legs, but thi is not the wetness from the pool. You. Cross your legs and continue to watch the others play. Every once ina a while Bucky glances over looking like a predator staring at his pray, or walk past and make a compliment like “nice swimsuit” After the sun goes down, everybody starts walking to their rooms. You get up and start walking. Bucky catches up and locks arms with you. “Can I walk you to your room?” He asks fluttering his eyes dramatically. “Wow how gentlemen like” you say with a fake gasp. He walks with you in a comfortable silence all the way to your room. “Thank you for the walk to my room that is literally 2 minutes away from the pool” you say sarcastically but still smiling. “Anytime doll” he says kissing the back of your hand. He walks to his room swaying his hips and you open your door. As soon as you walk in you shut the door and go to your closet to find your dildo. As soon as you do you hop on the bed. Your soaking. You stop off your bathing suit and start rubbing your clit. You’re too horny to do much else, you just need penetration, now. You straddle the dildo and line it up with your opening. You slowly slide down, getting used to the thickness of it. Once it’s all the way in, you bounce up and down, riding it like your life depended on it. Images of Bucky flash in your mind. Him tying you up. You sucking his cock. Him giving you praises. You slam down on the dildo and start panting. Unable to control the moans spilling from your your mouth as the tip hits your sweet spot. You whisper bucky’s name over and over again. You reach up and grab your breast, rubbing your nipple. Your so close. You ride the dildo harder, moans getting louder. Your so close, so so close. Your about to reach your climax when you hear the door being opened, you stop immediately, but the door opens before you could pull the dildo out. You hear a low ruff voice “hey I was wonderin-” he stopped immediately when he sees you. You meet his baby blue eyes. Everything freezes. He looks at you from top to bottom, pupils dialating. Of course it had to be Bucky who finds you like this. You snap out of it and try to cover yourself. “Wait!” He says almost begging. You look to him mortified. He closes the door. And locks it. You suddenly look down to his sweat pants to see him half hard. You gulp and your face turns even a darker red. He steps closer. His eyes filled with lust. "That can't satisfy you doll, you need a real man to fill that tight pussy up right. Were you thinking of me?"keeping eyes contact with him, you nod slowly, your face tomato red and your pussy drenched. You take the dildo out quick, eager to have him instead. The tent in his pants growing. He climbs on top of you and smashes his lips against yours breaking the tension so quick you barely have time to register it.you whine as he pulls away and starts planting kisses all the way from your neck to your breasts. He starts giving sucking your nipple, swirling his tongue around it. Heat is pooling in your core as you moan from the sensation. He gives the same treatment to your other boob and starts your stomach all the way down to your wet pussy. Before he starts eating you out, he looks up and asks “are you sure this is what you want?” Bucky’s POV: "Ohhhh fuck" Bucky thinks as he's walking back to his room. He rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks about today, your swimsuit Huggins your curves perfectly, your adorable laugh as you fall off of thors shoulders in the water, that warm smile that makes his heart skip a beat. He smiles at the thought. He's at his door when he remembers how amazing you are, that you always make him feel at home, that your always a shoulder to cry on, that he wants to be those things to you and more. He realizes that he won't find another person like you, he shouldn't miss his chance. He turns around and walks right back to your room, making up his mind that he's gonna confess his feelings to you. He doesn't even bother with knocking, being to impatient "Hey I was wondering-" he stops in his tracks, taking in the beautiful sight, your naked body riding a flimsy red dildo. Your pupils blown and his name on your tongue. This was not what he was expecting Normal POV (your point of view) "More than anything" you reply