#it was supposed to be waffles but i remembered too late that you don't use spatulas to make waffles so i guess it's pancakes now!

[jessicas-pi]

pov you got unofficially adopted by the family who found you in their dumpster and now you and your new dad-figure are making pancakes and jamming to 80s music at 6am

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse

G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 1 | Part 2

The customers can usually be separated into 3 categories.

Drunks, students, and weirdos.

Unfortunately for you, lately the weirdos have turned into regulars. But fortunately the weirdos aren't so weird.

The one that made it a habit to check in on you, with the scars and the cheesy wink wasn't so bad. Jack, was it? You can't remember and it's been too long for you to ask. You awkwardly address him as 'you' and avoid any situation where you need to use his name.

He likes to ask how you are, tell a few jokes. Spirit undeterred even when you look at him with a blank face because bless his soul, he's not funny at all but at least he tries and he's a lot less weird than first impression.

He hangs around at odd times, then again you do only work at odd times. Telling you stories about this and that. Something about Big Deal, something about a guy called Sinu and something about another guy called Samuel.

It's difficult to keep track. It's like he wants to talk but he's cryptic and god, it's 4am who can blame you if your eyes are glazing over.

John, or is it Jerry, is waffling again. He seems to always be talking about Samuel. Who he apparently misses and wonders where it's gone wrong and hang on, he's never been explicit but you just had to know.

When he takes a breath to munch on a cookie, you ask, "Hold on, is Samuel your ex?"

Wait no his name is Jason, definitely Jason- freezes mid-chew, "Why would you say that? He's my friend!"

Joshua sprays crumbs all over you but you note how he doesn't say no.

(You think you see this Samuel one early morning. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him before and man, he really looks like shit.

Looks like the breakup is getting to him too.

Poor Samuel and Poor Jim.)

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But sometimes weirdos are just weirdos. 

It's ok. It comes with the territory so long as they're not in the habit of hurling abuse or whatever, you can deal with it.

In recent memory, there's only been two people that you have had to almost chase out with a broomstick.

You should have known they would be weirdos when one of them walks in in surprisingly teeny tiny purple camo shorts. Not that you're a pearl clutcher, but you're worried that one wrong move and he could be dangling out.

Besides. Purple. Camo. Shorts. Those words should never follow one after the other, and you repress a shudder at this guy's hideous dress sense when he comes up to you.

You thought the other one was alright, at least there's no hideous purple camo shorts in sight and his hair is nice (huh, this style must be popular, you’ve seen a lot of guys with this hair)-

But then he opens his mouth and asks for snakes and you think it's karma for judging camo-guy for his appearance when his friend is equally odd.

"We usually keep the snakes next to the ramen," you deadpan and the two men actually go to seek out the supposed snake (meat or pet purposes?) only to return moments later, empty-handed and looking confused.

"I think the snake is all sold out," Non-camo guy says as camo-guy glances around as if you might have hidden your snake stock elsewhere.

They must have thought you were stupid as you stood there opening and closing your mouth like a fish (or maybe a snake, do snake do these things), because come on, how are you even supposed to formulate a response to that?

Then you look at their eyes and also notice them looking snakey and surmise it must be some weird fetish thing. Pretending to be snakes and eating snakes and having pet snakes.

You want no part of this and tell them to get out.

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"I'm Baek Hangyeol," a new face says, pointing to his ID badge pinned to the white coat. 

"Doctor Baek Hangyeol." He stresses Doctor and Hangyeol and you wonder if he is waiting for a round of applause.

You don't say anything but you do notice he looks like a teenager and what idiot would let a teenager operate on them. (Drunk, student, weirdo. He could be all three.) Doctor Baek Hangyeol must be bluffing.

You decide not to call him on his bullshit. 

"Cool," is all you respond with because you don't want another complaint for being too mouthy. You are half tempted to tell him you're not a doctor, that you just work here but that seemed kinda redundant so you keep your mouth shut.

"Do you believe in true beauty?" he asks when you finish bagging up his goods (a plain water with added minerals, a bottle of multivitamins and a protein shake) and you think what sort of question is that.

You give a halfhearted shrug and say "Sure" and he hands his business card over.

"If you're ever considering it," he tells you with a wild smile. After he has left you look down at the lettering, eyes zeroing in on ‘Plastic Surgery’.

Excuse me?! What is he trying to say?

You thought he was a weirdo but now he has firmly shifted over to asshole. You regret not telling him to go fuck himself while you had the chance. The complaint would 100% be worth it. Zero regrets.

On your break, you burn the card and feel a small sense of satisfaction.

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A tall blonde guy with a creepy vibe (hold on, have you seen him before, he seems familiar. Then again, creepy blonde guys seem to be quite common around here-) walks in with the most billowing coat you have ever seen.

The entrance is kinda cool but the actual coat is kinda tragic with the cheesy red lettering and you wonder if you can pull it off any better than him.

You're still wondering about his coat when he's paying you, and hang on you have definitely seen him before because he says arigatou and hands over yen and you tell him no. Won only.

The idea of the coat, which has evolved into you fantasising about having a full blown cape, quickly loses its charm however, when the blonde gets caught in the automatic doors and you have to wrestle them open to free him.

Afterwards, you ask if he's ok, if he is harmed and can’t resist asking if the coat is ok too. You really don't want a lawsuit on your watch especially when the malfunctioning doors are not your fault.

Your kindness is repaid by him telling you he's not interested (what the fuck) and that his heart will not stray (again, what the fuck).

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You accidentally eavesdrop on a couple of students lamenting about missing out on school work. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop ok, the aisles are tight and cramped, it’s a small space. 

You peek over, and the one with big ears (seriously, they are huge) is telling the one with his back to you (goodness, his back is huge too) that school is important and he’s got notes the other one can use. 

It’s sweet, you think. School is important and it’s good they recognise that. Nice of them to help each other out too.

When they both come to pay (holy shit, that’s a fuckton of chocolate milk), you’re surprised to find Big Ear’s friend, Big Back, looks anywhere between late 20s and early 40s but it’s never too late to catch up on education, you suppose.

You spend the rest of your shift feeling motivated.

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“Going camping?” you ask the guy with the sandy blonde hair, chuckling nervously and ringing his items through. 

Either he’s going camping or he’s gonna kill and hide a dead body in the forest.

He’s pretty stoic, only giving you a curt nod. You can’t help but probe him a bit more. You’ve got a feeling that if or when the dead body turns up, you want to at least clear your conscience that you’ve tried your best so you make some more idle small talk.

You mention how you haven’t been camping for ages, not since you nearly burned your tent down and singed your hair after you tried to cook some marshmallows over a fire that turned out to be more of a raging bonfire (and might have awoken your pyromaniac streak, but you keep that to yourself).

The blonde guy actually pipes up and says “Master Taesoo would never do that.” 

You almost apologise out of principle due to how earnest he sounds, then he mentions something about how good this Master Taesoo is at catching and cooking snake and you wonder what the fuck is up with people and the snake obsession.

Either way, it doesn’t sound like someone is getting murdered. Only a snake (poor snake) so at least you can sleep easy later that day.

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“Oh hi DG,” you say, “Sorry about your cryptocurrency falling through. Diegocoin was it?”

He blinks at you a few times in surprise and heavens above. What’s that saying, fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, shame on you? This guy has fooled you exactly no times with his shitty disguises and his effort has substantially dwindled too. 

He has only put his hood up and you did think you might get mugged at one point-

It’s an empty store, for crying out loud. Who comes into an empty store in the asscrack of night with their hood up, not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

Then you notice the pink hair and shifty glance and duh.

“Is it the-?” he asks, putting his hood down and signalling to his hair.

“Yeah, it’s the-” you signal to your own head of hair. “Dude you really need to dye it if you’re going for subtle.” You pause, consider something, “Hold on.”

You walk over to the beauty aisle and grab the black hair dye.

“On the house,” you tell DG because this guy really has no self awareness.

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“What do you mean no?”

“No." Your boyfriend peers down at you, arms crossed and at the end of his patience with you.

You open your mouth to argue- 

“No. You know nothing about Taekwondo. How can you work here?”

You look around helplessly at the studio. He’s not exactly wrong but you’re sick of dealing with the weirdos and the snakes and the creepy blondes. “But your dad-”

“I don’t care what that stupid old man says,”

“Taehoon!” Hansu scolds from the other side of the room, and Hansu's class of toddlers all whirl their head around to stare.

“I can learn?” you offer and Taehoon raises one skeptical brow.

“So you’re going to be a student?” You nod enthusiastically, “And we’re going to pay you for that?”

Oh. Damn. 

He’s got you there.

[six-eyed-samurai]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a amajiki x reader where reader is on her period and has really bad cramps and mood swings and amajiki has to ask mirio and nejire for advice

SUMMARY: Very apologetically Tamaki has no idea how to handle your shark week, so Mirio and Nejire are here to help him out! A/N: Very apologetically I too am not sure if things were accurate I'M SORRY I DON'T EXPERIENCE THIS so I'm literally trying to remember what my ex gf was like FORGIVE ME ALSO FOR BEING SO LATE I HAD TO STOP HALFWAY BECAUSE OF EXAMS WARNINGS: Fem!Reader, period, maybe inaccuracies (refer to above)

🌸Let’s set the scene.

🌸Please pity him. It was in the middle of a cafe date that suddenly you stopped slurping your drink, freezing with a funny expression and your waffle piece halfway to your mouth. Obviously Tamaki’s voice peters out and away as he sinks into his jacket….oh crap, did he say something wrong? Maybe his breath smells bad?

🌸Then you ask to borrow his jacket. He gives it over, relieved, thinking you must’ve just been cold or something - wait, why are you tying it around your waist and heading to the toilet?

🌸When you finally come back out you awkwardly ask to cut the date short with much apologies, but you really wanted to head back and change….why? Oh right, your period kind of….leaked.

🌸”….”

🌸”Sure, sure! All’s to worry, not to fine!” Tamaki’s just happy it isn’t because of him - it’s your third date after a year of hopelessly pining and finally using up all the courage he had in this lifetime to confess and ask you out.

🌸Then it actually hits him.

🌸Silly boy’s even more panicked than you are, and YOU’RE The one on your period. It’s mostly because he wants to help you cover up and not have the date ruined but he has no idea how, not having much experience in this - come to think of it, Nejire never brought up her period with him and Mirio, so honestly he had no idea what he was doing.

🌸Hell, he’s suddenly forgotten how the menstruation cycle works - where did all those science lessons go??? Help???

🌸You have to assure him it’s not a big deal, his jacket is enough, could he help get a doggy bag for the waffles and get the drinks though?

🌸After he drops you off by your dorm Tamaki is immediately whipping out his phone and googling about periods, but it’s only explaining to him why and how it happens…wait, you’ll get mood swings, headaches, loss of appetite, lethargy and cramps? And girls go through this every month?

🌸That sounds worse than a villain attack; Tamaki’s respect for you probably broke the meter.

🌸He’s gonna be the supportive boyfriend! This is his chance to show you you didn’t make any mistake in choosing the quiet weirdo to be your partner! Tamaki nods, trying to hype himself up.

🌸Problem is…what is he supposed to do…

🌸Nejire and Mirio are more than happy to play wingmen once more, of course!

🌸All his plans collapse when you didn’t show up in class the next day however. Not only that, you’re pretty dry when he texts you and you’re - you’re ending the conversation first?!

🌸*>>sry im not feeling my best rn and dont wanna take it out on you*

🌸*>>ill talk to you ltr?*

🌸Tamaki ends up overthinking as usual, picking away at his lunch so obviously, leading to Mirio and Nejire’s interrogation and him spilling his guts. He wants to go check on you to see if you’re fine, but do YOU want him to go check on you?

🌸Nejire scoffs and tells him of course you’d want him to check on you! Girls could get clingy on their periods, of course you’d appreciate it if he came over…hey, you both could always do a stay at home date, nothing fancy! You’d surely be up for movies to cheer you up - Nejire would gladly lend Tamaki her account, no payment required.

🌸What’s he supposed to do? Nejire’s winking not so subtly as she slyly suggests cuddling under blankets with - oops, he looks like he’s about to faint now. No surprise, Tamaki nearly had a heart attack when you both first brushed fingers.

🌸Tamaki’s social anxiety having him debating between being the object everyone in the corridor must surely be gawking at or running somewhere far far away? No worries either, Mirio’s there to stop him from getting a concussion slamming his head against the wall.

🌸Mirio helpfully knocks very loudly on your door, calling out Tamaki’s name when your groggy voice drifts out. He gives his stunned, dark-haired friend a thumbs up and shoves a box of chocolates into his arms, mouthing “give this to her!” before taking off.

🌸Regrettably Tamaki’s first words to you were not…er…

🌸”You look terrible.”

🌸Immediately Tamaki backtracked, yelping about how it was probably the dim lighting that made him see things wonky, he’s SORRY, he didn’t mean it he was just surprised, please FORGIVE him, uh, uh, please have this box of chocolates as apology! 🌸Oh dear, he’s just too cutely flustered to be mad at, so you accept the box (thrown at you accidentally) with a hoarse laugh, self-consciously trying to smooth down your mussed hair and wrinkled sleeping clothes, asking what brought him here.

🌸Tamaki didn’t miss the way your arm was wrapped around your abdomen, or the way your eyes were a little screwed up from the pain and sleepiness, but he decided to go ahead and ask anyway if you were okay and why you didn’t show up to class today.

🌸Awkwardly you explain your cramps were really bad and after going to Recovery Girl she decided you were better off resting than doing anything physical for the day, admitting you probably shouldn’t have succumbed to the temptations of cold boba the other day.

🌸”Can….can I…can I stay with you? I brought a movie and uh, chocolate and I can bring blankets we could make a fort if you’re not too mad at me-”

🌸”Mad at you?” You tilted your head, surprised and confused. “Why would I be…oh. Is it about our earlier texts?”

🌸He nods, and you reach out to take his hand comfortingly. “Dummy, I know it’s probably a lot for you, but no matter how bad my mood swings are, I’d never get mad at you, alright?”

🌸Tamaki must have some real good karma from his past life to deserve an angel like you.

🌸”So…about that movie date?”

🌸The next day Mirio and Nejire eagerly await news of what had transpired; Tamaki hides his face when you grin brightly and say “I wouldn’t mind having cramps that bad again if he’ll come and cuddle me like that.”

[mlfywsly]

Your Girl?

Summary: Harry and you had a secret relationship but one day he stands up for you when one of the lads starts disturbing you

Pairing: Harry Greene x Fem!OC

Warning: Strong language

One-Shot

That morning I arrived a bit late to school. When I entered my group of friends were waiting for me on a table, I smiled and walked there, but on my way someone put her arm around my shoulders.

Fuck

"So... what do we have here? Little Nelson... how are you?"

"Harry... leave me alone, alright? I'm not in the mood"

"You're never in the mood, are you? Maybe we should hang out more often and I make you change your mood"

His mates started laughing and I blushed. Tao came closer and grabbed my hand.

"Leave her alone, Harry. We have enough having to see always here"

"Calm down, mate. I was just talking to my friend, can't I?"

"She's not your friend, man. She's not that useless to be friends of yours"

Harry crossed his arms and looked down smiling. Tao pulled me and we went with our group.

"C'mon Charlotte, don't waste your time with people like him"

"You're so protective, aren't you? He didn't said nothing bad to me"

"Doesn't matter. It's Harry Greene, he's an arsehole. You can't be closer to him"

I sighted and looked at Harry, he was already with his mates. I looked to my friends again.

"Wait, is there something between Harry and you?" Charlie asked

"What? Are you out of your mind? Of course not!"

"Don't be silly, Charlie, she's not that dumb"

Suddenly the bell rang. My friends started getting up and entering to the school. Tao and Charlie stopped in the middle of his way and looked at me.

"Charlotte. Aren't you coming with us?" Tao asked

"Sorry, Tao. I need to find Nick, I will see you in class"

"But..."

"Don't worry Tao, let's go" Charlie said and grabbed him inside

I smiled. I waited until everyone was inside and Nick appeared behind me.

"So, are you waiting for your boyfriend?"

"What boyfriend? I don't have that kind of stuff"

He laugh.

"Sure you don't. Besides, aren't you supposed to be in class? I saw Charlie and Tao entering without you"

"I know... maybe I won't be late if we stop talking like... right now"

I kissed his cheek.

"See you later, Nick"

"You're acting weird"

"Whatever"

I entered to the school and suddenly someone grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into an empty class. I smiled to myself.

"Good morning, love"

I turned around to see Harry and I smiled.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Better now that I can talk to you without being interrupted"

"You want everyone to figured it out, don't you?"

"I wouldn't mind"

"What?"

"C'mon, Char... I'm tired of seeing those stupid boys flirting around you. It get me out of my nerves"

"Oh my God, what do we have here?" I joked "Harry jealous Greene"

"Of course I'm jealous. Don't you remember what happened last night?"

I gulped. He smiled and came closer to me.

"Only if they knew you're mine" he whispered in my ear

I blushed and pushed him

"Shut up, Greene"

"Aww, someone's nervous"

"Shut up!"

He started laughing

"Man, we should be in class"

"I know but... I just wanted to see you. Can I get a kiss before I go to my class, sweetheart?"

I took him by his cheeks and kissed him softly. He pulled me closer to him grabbing my waist and deepened the kiss. We pulled out slowly and he smiled.

"I love you, boy" I said, putting my arms around his neck

"I love you more, dove"

He kissed me again and then he took my hand and we started running through the corridors. He kissed me again after going to his class and I entered to mines. I sat down next to Charlie, luckily the teacher didn't come yet.

"Oh my God, I was starting to worry. Where were you?"

"I- I was with Nick, we waffled too much and when I realized it was like... so late"

"Oh, I see"

I smiled nervous and the teacher came in to the class. When it was time for the recess, I went down with Charlie. We sat in our table and Tao came with two apple juices.

"Here you go"

He handed me one.

"Thanks"

"So" Someone came out of nowhere, I turned and saw it was one of Harry's mates "What do we have here? Harry's girlfriend"

"I'm not his girlfriend" I said pretty annoyed

"Oh, really? Then you won't mind if I do this"

He lifted me up grabbing my waist and started touching me

"Leave me alone!" I shouted trying to push him away

Tao got up angry

"Hey! Leave her alone!" He came closer but that boy push him and Tao fell to the ground

"This has nothing to do with you, okay?"

I keep trying to push him but I wasn't able. He smirked and came closer to kiss me.

"HEY!"

He stopped when he was about to touch my lips. He left me and I sighted.

"Harry, mate"

Tao gets up at that moment and grabbed my hand to sit me next to him. Harry crossed his arms and cames closer to that guy.

"Are you useless or something? Didn't she told you to leave her alone?"

"C'mon mate, what's the problem?"

"Are you really asking me that? You were nearly to rape her in front of EVERYONE and you're asking me what's the problem? What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?"

"Why the heck is Harry Greene standing up for you, Charlotte?" Charlie asked whispering

"I don't know" I whispered

"Well, it doesn't matter, does it?" The guy continued "she's kind of a bitch"

Harry then grabbed him by his shirt neck, choking him.

"Don't you ever call her that again, you understand me? Not if I'm here and not if I'm not, because if I'm not I will know it anyways and I will fucking kill you.

That guy started shaking.

"And don't you EVER touch my girl ever again, because I will fucking kill you as well, understood?"

I opened my eyes and looked down. Tao and Charlie looked at each other surprised.

Harry left that guy and he started running scared.

"Son of a bitch" Harry said

"Hold on, what do you mean "your girl"?" Tao asked "Are you two involved or something?"

I didn't know what to say. Harry looked at me and sighted.

"None of your business" he said and turned to go with his mates

"I swear to God if you two are involved... I will be so disappointed" Tao said

"Don't be like that!" Charlie said "If he treats her well and makes her happy why would you?"

I smiled to him

"Thanks, Char"

"Anytime" he smiled "But are you two really involved?"

I nodded

"You know what?" I said "Hold on"

I went straight to the table where Harry was sitting with his mates. He was talking to my brother.

"Where are you going?!" Tao shouted

"Hey, Charlotte" Nick smiled "What's up?"

Harry looked at me upset

"I'm so sorry for what happened, I ju-"

I cut him off kissing him in front of all the school. He opened his eyes surprised but then he grabbed me by my waist and deepened the kiss. I put my hands around his neck and he bite my lip before pulling out.

"I love you" he said and I smiled

Nick looked at us speechless. I looked at him worried.

"Nick, I-"

"I knew it!" He screamed "I knew it was something between you and Harry, I fucking knew it!"

I laugh and he hugged me.

"I'm so happy for you two"

Charlie and Tao came closer too.

"What the hell, so it was true?" Tao said "Harry is your... boyfriend?"

"Yeah, mate, I'm her boyfriend" Harry said pulling me closer to him

I took his hand and he smiled. He kissed my head.

"Oh my God, I quite" Tao said and left

Charlie sighted.

"Don't you worry about him, you know he's always like that. I will try and talk to him"

"Thank you, Charlie. You're the best"

He hugged me.

"I'm so happy for you two" he whispered

He then left to find Tao

"We fucked it up" Harry said "I'm sorry about your friend, darling"

"Don't worry, blondie" I said and give him a peck on his lips "Tao's always like that, besides he hates you"

"I know" he said "That's the problem, baby, I don't want him to get mad with you because of us"

"Don't be silly, Greene. I will talk to him as well and if he doesn't understand it he can fuck himself"

"Baby..."

"Har, I love you, alright?" I said "And if Tao doesn't understand that... maybe he's not the best friend, don't you think?"

"He won't understand it. We're talking about me"

"Doesn't matter. I'm going to talk to him right now"

I was about to leave when he went down and grabbed my wrist. I looked at him.

"Not even a goodbye kiss?"

I smiled and kiss him. He pull me closer grabbing my waist and we deepened the kiss. We push out slowly and I give him a kiss on his nose.

"See you later, blondie"

I left out and he smiled totally in love.

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[brainmaniaman]

Odd request, but Ricky grieving a dead s/o if you can? Neutral terms preferred but whatever is fine.

I have been waiting for a Ricky request and this is such a good one, I have such a good idea. Gender neutral terms? I got you.  Pairing: Ricky Lafleur/Reader Tags: Reader death, alcoholism, drug abuse, angst, guns, cops Authors Note: I typed this up in a flurry. I'm sorry if it's not as in-depth, I made it in like two hours. I really liked this idea! I took a different approach, if that's okay. Word Count: 2,882 Summary: Ricky doesn't handle grief very well.

LATE MAY Ricky loved Lucy, he really did. Well, he loved her the best he could love her. It was hard for Ricky to not love the mother of his child. But Trinity was really the only thing they had in common. Ricky was nothing short of a deadbeat dad, waffling in and out of Trinity's life - though he was trying. What did it matter when he could always trust Julian to handle it? Julian always dropped by to see Trinity, he was basically her uncle, so what the fuck did it matter if he needed to slip off and get piss drunk? Life used to be more fun, but that was so long ago - way before Ricky ever really considered Lucy as an option. You were everything he wasn't - smart, driven, and destined for greatness. And, unlike others, you actually truly believed in him.  And God knew that Ricky loved Lucy in the best way that he could - but Lucy wasn't you. "Why don't you take Trin and I out to the park, Ricky?" Lucy inquires. "You know I hate this fucking season," Ricky waves Lucy off, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "I hate the fucking rain and the sunshine and the wet grass and butterflies and shit, it's fucking annoying."  "Yeah, that's what it is." Lucy responds shortly, "You know, why don't you ever talk -"  "There's nothing to fucking talk about Lucy. What do you want me to do? Tell the butterflies to fuck off and the sun to stop shining? News flash, I already did and fucking spring is still here." Before Lucy can express any concern over Ricky, the door to their home is slammed shut, bouncing a few times before it finally clicks closed.

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"What are you doing out here during school hours?"  Ricky is leaned against the water fountain, a cigarette placed gently between his lips. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm smoking a fucking cigarette. What's it to you?"  "You're not supposed to be skipping class. Or smoking a cigarette on school property."  "Well fuck me officer, sorry for breakin' the law. What are you anyway, the fucking hall monitor?"  "I am." You're scribbling writing down furiously onto the notepad issued to you by the high school. You stroke him a ticket, ripping it off the pad and handing it to him. Ricky takes it despite the fact he's unable to read. "Yeah well, you wanna know what I think about your fucking ticket officer?" He rips it into pieces, throwing it into the water fountain. He slams his elbow down onto the water fountain, spewing water all over the paper. It grows wet quickly before breaking apart, stopping up the drain. "Fuck you, that's what I think about it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some fucking dope to sell. Or you gonna stroke me a ticket for that too?” ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° You two didn't exactly get off on the right foot - but then again, nobody got off on the right foot with Ricky. He was a troubled kid who ran his mouth too much. He had expected that interaction to be the last between you two, but it wasn't. It seemed like everywhere you turned, Ricky was there - causing fucking problems. It only got worse when, in a last-ditch-effort to keep Ricky in school, your math teacher had begged you to tutor him. You had worked wonders with other kids like Ricky, so why not try? You didn't want to at first but with a bit of a convincing, and monetary payment, you had agreed to tutor Ricky. If Ricky remembered correctly, he skipped the first tutoring session. He thought that that would be the end of that, but the next day you had confronted him in front of all of his closest dope-fiend friends after school. "I can't believe you wasted my time like that."  "What the fuck are you going on about?"  "We were supposed to have a tutoring session."  "You seriously fucking thought I'd show up to that stupid shit? You've got to have shit for brains. I don't do schoolwork."  "I'm your last chance to pass math, if you don't show up to these tutoring sessions then Mr. Richards is going to fail you without a question."  "Do you think I give a fuck if he fails me? Tell him to fucking fail me, I don't give a fuck. I'm not even gonna finish my grade ten. I got a good dope-sellin' business, I'm makin' a lot of money. I don't need this shitty fucking place."  "Do you plan on doing anything with your life other than growing dope?"  "Nope."  "What's it going to take to get you there, Ricky?" You couldn't help it. You just loved a good challenge. "Nothing."  "Nothing at all?"  "You know what, if you took me out to that buffet off of second street for every tutoring session and paid, I'd show up to it."  "Done."  There's a silent pause. "Are you being fuckin' serious?"  "Yes."  "You'll pay for me?"  "If you come and actually work."  "I mean shit, why not. Free food is free food. When should I show up?"  "Tonight at six." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° From the way Ricky ate, it was obvious that food was a scarcity at home. So much for making a good living off of dope. But it seemed like food was a good motivator. Ricky sucked dick at math, but at least he was trying - well, as hard as Ricky could try. Threatening to end your sessions seemed to be good enough to scare him into complying, and over time it really seemed that Ricky was actually improving in math. He was nowhere near passing, but the fact that Ricky could bring his grades up from a straight 0 to 40 was impressive - even to Mr. Richards. "Why do you do this anyway?" He asks one session, out of the blue. "Everyone deserves to have someone in their corner rooting for them. If food is what it takes to get you to get your grade ten, then I'll empty my pockets. You think you're stupid Ricky, but you're not. You just need someone around to give you an extra push." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He's hitting the palm of his hand against his forehead, eyes pinched close. The thoughts about you had died down years ago - why was it coming up just now? He takes the joint between his fingers and brings it to his lips, inhaling and then exhaling. "I need to get fucking drunk tonight."  "Maybe you should slow down on that smokin', Ricky. Why don't you come over and watch some cable? WWE's playin' tonight." Bubbles offers Ricky an alternative to drinking and smoking. It's usually around this time of the year, late May, when Ricky gets antsy.

He never brings you up and even claims to have forgotten about everything but his good friend Bubbles and Julian know better. Ricky usually gets more belligerent around late May. Julian guesses that it's a form of PTSD, and at one point he even tried to sit Ricky down as a friend and explain to him all of the symptoms of PTSD that jail counselor told him about, but Ricky never listens because "it's not that big of a fucking deal." So it's around this time Julian and Bubbles take a step back to give Ricky space and try to help him make it to June. But it's typically a hard task. "No offense Bubbles but that sounds like a terrible time I'd rather get piss drunk with Ray."  "Come on Ricky, you know how bad your dad gets when he's drunk. If you're gonna get drunk, at least do it in my trailer." Ever since he got out of jail, Juilan has been trying to avoid drunk get-togethers - but this is a different story. "I know exactly what you're doing Julian and I'm not fuckin' havin' it" Ricky shakes an accusatory finger at Julian, "I don't need your fuckin' pity."  "It's not pity, Ricky. You're telling me you don't wanna come over, get drunk, and eat chicken fingers?"  "Are you buying the chicken fingers?"  "Sure," Julian concedes, "I'll buy the chicken fingers."  "Then fuck yeah I'm comin' over." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° It's around this time of year that no amount of liquor can get rid of the nightmares and the memories. Even piss-ass drunk leaning over Julian's toilet hurling, every second of your relationship with him flashes through his memory. Some of the memories are good. "Remember that time (name) and I got caught fuckin' around with Lahey's yard flamingos? That shit was so funny. He was so pissed." Julian rubs Ricky's back, listening to him blabber on about the memories in between dry heaving and vomiting. "Or the time (name) beat J-Roc in a hotdog eating contest? That shit was -" Ricky stops talking so he can hurl out the fifteen chicken fingers he ate against better judgement, "- that shit was so funny. Or that time we blew off homecoming and drove out to make-out point and . . ." Ricky pauses, half a smile cracking his lips, "You know, (name) -"  "Alright Ricky," When Ricky lifts his head up, it's obvious that his skin is soaked in tears. Julian doesn't comment on it, though. Ricky would only deny the fact that he's been crying. "I think I'm allergic to these fucking chicken fingers, they're making my fucking eyes water."  "Uh-huh" Julian is wiping down Ricky's face with warm water, cleaning up his mess before helping his friend stumble onto the couch. Some of the memories are bad, though. Memories of arguing flash through his head. 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

"You can't fucking drop out to sell dope! You've worked too hard for this!"  "You mean you've worked too hard for this, I know Mr. Richards is paying you to tutor me. I bet he's paying you to date me, too!"  "It's not like that, Ricky!" You plead, "Yes, he was paying me to tutor you! But he's not paying me to like you, Ricky. He's not paying me to love you."  Ricky seems taken aback by the comment. It's the first time you've told him you loved him. For a second, he thinks about apologizing, about kissing all over your face and promising you that he'd never talk about dropping out again. You had a future together, you were going to graduate together, grow old together, and die together holding hands. But Ricky always lets his anger get the best of him. "No, you know what (name)? Fuck you. Fuck off. You're just saying that so you can get more money from Mr. Richards."  "Ricky, I love you, I swear -" Ricky waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just fuck off already and get out of my hair. I don't want to see you again. In fact, I wouldn't want to see you if I was on my fucking deathbed breathing my last fucking breaths." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "They shouldn't have been there Julian, they weren't supposed to be there." Ricky rolls forward, his head placed in his hands. Every time Julian opens his mouth to speak, Ricky is speaking over him in frantic sobs. It's not typical to see Ricky like this, only in late May. "It was just a dope deal gone wrong, they shouldn't have been there, they shouldn't have been there. I didn't know they were going to be there. It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened and it's all my fucking fault, it's all my fucking fault, it's all my fucking fault." 

There’s not much Julian can say to soothe Ricky. He’s tried, but it’s never been enough. The only thing they can do is make it through the rest of the month.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You weren't supposed to be there. In fact, Ricky had thought the fuck off was enough to keep you away. But there you were, coming around his house in the middle of the night. You didn't think much of the other two people who were hanging around Ricky on Ray's porch. You just assumed it was Julian and Bubbles. You were here to beg for him back, to tell him how much you loved him and how much you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Young love, right? The guys on the porch weren't expecting visitors. There weren't supposed to be visitors. Ricky hadn't planned for visitors. Ricky had told them there wouldn't be anyone around. So as you walked up the steps, a commotion broke out. "You said there wasn't going to be anyone around! Is this a fucking sting? This is a fucking sting!"  "No officers! I swear, I didn't know someone was coming. No-one is supposed to come! Wait! Wait! Wait! Put the fucking gun down! That's just my friend! Fuck!"  Ricky can't get to them fast enough and a gunshot rings in the air. The moment the two cops realize it's a teen crumpled up on the ground and not an undercover agent, they're rushing to their car. "You shot (name)! You shot them! Get the fuck over here and help us!"  "Sorry kid, we gotta go! We can't be seen around this shit or we'll lose our jobs and go to jail. That's how these things go. word of the wise, you shouldn't have friends you actually like if you're gonna be in this business, kid."  Ricky is left alone to tear off his shirt, pushing it against the bullet hole right in your abdomen. Blood seeps through the shirt, soaking it. People are leaving their homes now, rushing to the scene of the crime in a panic. There's a large commotion, though Lahey breaks it up. "What the fuck did you get into, kid? What the fuck have you done?"  "I didn't do shit! If you're not gonna help Lahey then fuck off! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don't you dare fucking die, if you die I'm going to have to bring you back and fucking kill you myself! Just hold on a bit longer."  But you were already gone.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "Those fucking cops. Those fucking cops. Those fucking cops." Ricky repeats like a mantra. Julian helps lay Ricky on his side, bringing a glass of water to set on the side of the coffee table.  Julian remembers how the death was swept under the rug, simply labeled as a "drug bust gone wrong" - if you could call two cops shooting a teenager thinking they were going to lose their career in a sting operation a drug bust gone wrong. They ended up taking matters into their own hands, but still. That wasn't enough. "It's all my fault, I should have said something, I should have done something, I should have told them I love them - God, fuck," Ricky presses his head into his hands, "They should have never met me. All that shit Lahey spews is right, I'm no good." It's the only time Ricky seems to express any sort of understanding of where he was in life and who he was. The only time he really seems to take full accountability. He still remembers the way your parents cussed him out and blamed him for what happened. It's the only time Julian saw Ricky sit there and take shit without blowing up. All he could do was sit and nod and agree with every awful thing they said to him. They were right - you were on the path to being a valedictorian. You had so much to give to the world. They told him that they prayed to God the next person he started seeing didn't end up an chalked outline, too. He didn't need to be terrorizing the general student body, dragging them into business that wasn't his own. He agreed, so he dropped out. It was the only way he felt he could truly reconcile what happened. A warm spring breeze passes through the open window, rustling the curtains and filling the room with the smell of wet grass. Julian doesn't say anything. He can't say anything. Nothing he's said ever really seems to soothe Ricky's seasonal grief. The counselor in jail had talked to Ricky about maybe distracting himself during this time, spending time with his family and trying to find the joy in spring, but he can never seem to get over the hurdle of actually dealing with the trauma. Ricky doesn't do handling grief. Instead, he liquors himself up in an attempt to forget. It doesn't help, though. All it does it land him crying and puking in Julian's bathroom, rattling off about how he should have done better, how he should have told you he loved you sooner, and how things might've been different.  The only thing they can do is just get through late May.

[specterthief]

I have seen people claim that P5R is too sympathetic towards Maruki, especially in that the PTs are supposely more empathetic towards him. Some of them, Sumi in particular want to thank him for his actions. It's like I get it bc the PTs see him as misguided but like they just saw how Maruki brainwash a teenage girl to be her sister and torture her Persona from her. After kidnapping her for a week. Like that gets no comment and never brought up again. Wouldn't the PTs consider that behavior from a rotten adult,but they don't and see him as different from other palace rulers. I wish that they acknowledge that her hurt Sumire greatly and still try to keep him sympathetic. But given comments from the P5R interview, I think that the developers themselves also don't realize how fucked Maruki is.

i mean you're preaching to the choir here lol, i've written a bunch of meta on this whole topic

i do think the writing waffling on whether what maruki's doing is wrong ends up being a weak point in what's otherwise a really excellently crafted story, especially, like you said, the way that sumi ends up being used as kind of the mouthpiece for "maybe he's really not that bad!" when she's the one who was most directly harmed by him. it's a flaw with how p5 handles a lot of female characters and their agency in the arcs around them honestly, with shiho and haru as probably the biggest examples of this particular issue, but with sumi it's frustrating to know that it probably wasn't always like this and she was the one they chose to change to try and make maruki more sympathetic... and in doing that so late it feels like they just had to change the dialog around plot beats that were already set in stone and cast him in a worse light than they seem to want to

i totally get them wanting to make it a legitimately difficult choice but i wish it hadn't come at the cost at getting any acknowledgement at all of how fucked a situation sumi was in or letting her really work through any pain or anger over it

the one thing i can say is that the phantom thieves other than joker and akechi don't know everything that happened to sumi from 1/2 to 1/9, since they show up after she's already unconscious and they don't know what he did to make cendrillon behave like that, and later when it comes up in mementos she doesn't remember anything after azathoth grabbing her. i don't think joker or akechi would tell anyone in detail after that (joker out of sensitivity, akechi because he's not really interacting with anyone more than he has to) but i do at least think if they'd seen all that go down they'd have been a lot angrier on sumi's behalf, especially if he still let her try to fight the whole group one-on-one. or i'd hope they would have been, at least.

[tryst-art-archive]

Before I put the dA descript, allow me to add the context that "Shout It Out" was an art meme that went around dA in late '07. The idea was to make vent art where you got the things you don't usually say out of your system, using a particular format.

To summarize: When I tried to do the Shout It Out meme, I short-circuited. I sat on this thing for months (which is evidenced in the archive, too) because I couldn't decide about putting the things I wanted to shout into the piece.

I remember I filled several pages of a large sketchbook with things to write into the piece. I haven't looked at it in a few years, but I remember the last time I did, it was pretty triggering stuff. It was very raw, and I was in a lot of (emotional) pain when I wrote it.

The choice to post this as a loud silence was very deliberate, although obviously I waffled about it. Whatever I may say in the description, the loud silence was supposed to be emblematic of how much I felt I couldn't say, for fear of upsetting the people around me or because I inevitably wouldn't be understood. In some cases, it was a physical inability. There have been many times when I've tried to express something vulnerable only to have my throat physically close up and prevent me from doing so.

I'm not going to look for the sketchbook write-up of what was supposed to be here, but I do have some of the notes digitized. A selection of those are below the cut.

But this is the most important one: "I almost wish I had been born a gay man; I don't know why."

"I HATE SCHOOL but I'm an HONORS STUDENT so I'll go to college anyway."

"I HATE MYSELF and have for a long time."

"I MAKE UP EXCUSES and BLAME OTHERS for my FAILURES and SHORTCOMINGS because I can't bear to shoulder the responsibility myself."

"I am FUCKING HORNY all the FUCKING TIME."

"I fear abandonment."

"I GAVE UP on art for the same reason I QUIT gymnastics and swimming when I was LITTLE; IT STOPPED COMING EASILY TO ME."

"I FEEL GUILTY about being UNHAPPY."

"I NEVER LOVED another person UNTIL I MET MARE; that's why she's my best friend."

"The PLAY Pippin SCARES ME BECAUSE IT DESCRIBES ME."

"I am convinced that I'm the only person who feels as I do despite all evidence to the contrary."

"I LIKE MEN, but I feel like no one knows it."

"I AM AFRAID TO POST THIS; I AM AFRAID TO WRITE IT DOWN. For every one thing I say, I have left 3 things unsaid."

"No one can "read" me. I put on so many acts and masks that I am not sure who I am or when I'm really being sincere."

"I am self-conscious about everything; I fear being disliked."

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY 'NO,' and I KNOW that it will get me in trouble one day."

"I can't draw or write anything pornographic because it embarrasses me."

"I AM INSECURE, but nobody seems to know it."

"I WANT TO LOVE SOMEONE ENOUGH TO LIVE FOR THEM; Dying would be too easy."

"I AM EASILY OVERRIDDEN; I AM A DOG ON A LEASH"

"KNOW THAT WHEN I PROTEST, I AM FIGHTING MYSELF TO DO SO."

"PLEASE KNOW WHAT I WANT AND NEED because I cannot make myself say even if it's something as simple as a glass of water."

"I think that I will be a terrible mother. I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE A DAUGHTER."

"LET ME SLEEP UNTIL WE GET TO THE GOOD PARTS!"

"I MAKE THINGS HARD FOR MYSELF and I don't know why."

"I REFUSE TO LET PEOPLE SEE ME cry."

"I want you to think 'There is a girl who truly hurts, but, oh, see how she triumphs despite!' in admiration."

"I don't know what I'm going to do next year"

"I feel OUT OF PLACE with other people; that's why I'm antisocial."

"I DO NOT BELIEVE IN AN AFTERLIFE AND I NEVER HAVE not even when I was small."

"LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SPEAK, GODDAMIT!"

"I wish I were OMNISCIENT."

"I REGRET almost everything."

"I DON'T EXPECT TO EVER BE HAPPY, I ONLY HOPE I WILL BE."

"I LOVE VIDEOGAMES AND WISH TO BE RECOGNIZED FOR IT."

"I fear blindness, deafness, old age, balding, and becoming ugly. I fear forgetting."

"I almost wish I had been born a gay man; I don't know why."

"I like girly, pretty shoes. I never buy any because I know I'll wear them all of once if I ever wear them at all."

"I like songs that RELEASE ME."

"I have trouble expressing myself."

"I miss my childhood, but I also realize that I've romanticized it in my head."

"I believe people are basically rotten at heart."

"I HAVE DOUBLE STANDARDS."

"Without people to say 'It's time for dinner,' I probably wouldn't eat just out of laziness."

"I'm afraid that I'm annoying."

"I’M SHY. I don’t do half the shit I want to.I’M A GOOD GIRL. I don’t do half the shit I want to.I’M A GOOD LIAR. So I get away with doing the half that I do do."

"iBottle."

"NO MATTER WHERE I GO, I FEEL LIKE I DON'T BELONG."

"I'm afraid to say 'I wish...' because I'm worried that my wish will come true."

[omaticwriting]

Grand Anomaly: New Beginnings [chapter prologue 2 - of contrasting friendships]

The sun rose on a peaceful well-organized bedroom, towering paper stacks from schoolwork now long overlaid spread out over the room, covering the various textbooks in an analytical-like shade as a dark-skinned girl with wavy raven hair slumbered on through the day, rest well deserved away from the pressures and stress of studies.

"Selene! Wake up, you'll be late for summer camp!" cried out a voice from outside, waking the slumbering child who now began to move away from the soft and warm comfort of her bed "I'm up!" she replied in turn. The grogginess of her slumber still clung heavily to her body while she began her daily routine.

Walking down the stairs, her pajamas were now replaced by blue jeans, boots, and a blue hooded sweater while her hair lay bare with a large piece of blue cloth remaining in her hand as she met with the two adults downstairs. "Morning mom, dad" she greeted with respect. Warm smiles filled the parent's faces, her father taking a slow sip of his tea before greeting his daughter "morning are you ready for summer camp?" he asked with a patient tone. He knew his daughter was, she looked forward to it when it was announced and it seemed well deserved, especially how much work she put in, and yet he wanted to hear it from her.

"I am, mom helped me pack last night" she answered. Her mom nodded while she buried her to confirm her daughter's claim despite peacefully enjoying the breakfast both parents made, warmth filled her being but it quickly ran its course when the wall clock showed the time "sorry mom, dad I got to, I'm going to be behind schedule!" she spoke in a panic, completely dismissing the breakfast she needed, but regardless she bolted to the door "now hold on young lady, don't think of leaving without breakfast "her mom chastised. Freezing in her tracks, her hand just mere inches from the doorknob as her mom continued. Both parents showed exasperation at the action their daughter took "Selene, don't rush now come here and eat your breakfast and bond with us, schedule or no" Selene meekly nodded, though not wanting to be late she can't exactly disobey and bean to make her way to the table, perhaps her friend can wait a while longer.

...

Loud snoring echoed through a small, unkempt yet cozy bedroom, glow in the dark stars from years past stuck to the ceiling with no issue as if recently put on while various stuffed animals and pillows of various sizes littered the floor.

A young woman opened the door to her daughter's room, avoiding making noise before sitting down by the bedside, her hand shaking the sleeping child gently while speaking in a soft and warm tone. "Willa, it's time to wake up" the child groaned and shifted around her mother's hand while squirming around her bed "five more minutes" she murmured out. A warm smile formed around her face, remembering the time when the young girl was still younger than she is now.

"Your other mother made pancakes" she whispered out. Waking the young girl from her supposed slumber "okay, just...let me get ready" she told her mom, who nodded giving her the time to get ready.

The young girl now wearing a green short-sleeved shirt with a sun print on it of a lighter shade, a long black skirt with pockets alongside her orange hair now no longer a mess and replaced with a more formal look while wearing along with a pair of circular glasses, walked down the stair as two grown women drinking a cup of tea alongside a plate of golden brown waffles awaited her down.

"Morning ma, mum" she greeted. A small smile grew on her face before sitting down to join her parents, the smell of warm melted butter and syrup was simply too irresistible for her to scarf down, and yet with a glance at her parents, she took the utensils and ate slowly, even if she wanted to get her hands dirty and eat it as quick as her heart content, she still enjoyed savoring the flavor of it all.

"Looks like someone's enjoying your cooking" one of the older women, with white eyes, brown hair and mint glasses, and a shirt along with blue overalls and brown boots playfully elbowed her supposed spouse who looked much similar to her daughter, her smile was almost infectious as their daughter laughed at the banter. "Well, you were the one who grew much of the ingredients," the daughter's second mother teased. A smirk grew on both their faces while they sat and bantered.

"Anyway, Willa," her main mother said. Looking over to her daughter with a warm yet fond smile before continuing while she ate her breakfast "you have everything prepared for summer camp?" she asked. With her mouth still full Willa nodded out her answer "well, once you're done with breakfast you should get going" her other mother told, giving her daughter a thumbs up as she placed her now empty plate on the sink.

...

"Got everything?" her mother asked with sincere worry. She wanted to make sure her daughter was ready for everything, especially when it comes to her first day of summer camp, regardless if her friend was prepared or not.

"I do mom, no need to worry" she reassured her mother with confidence. It was simply a bit too much for the two mothers, hugging their child for the last time before she leaves, bringing a sharp grin to their daughter before waving goodbye as they watched her leave, eyes hopeful of what tales and friends she'd make when she comes home.

...

Willa sighed in contentment as they left home for a long camping trip to the cascade mountains, excitement filled her very being, "Willa!" cried out a close friend on the other side of the sidewalk waving at her to gain attention, her unmistakable blue headscarf covering her hair while the torrent breeze of summer blew by "YO!" she yelled at the top of her lungs with excitement before bursting into a wild sprint to her friend, only stopping upon reaching her "ready to go?" Selene asked her friend, who didn't seem winded from the sudden sprint "hold on" she answered. Removing her glasses and putting them inside her bag, she dove headfirst into a nearby bush and emerged unscathed, her hair now a wild mess with leaves, twigs, and thorns caught harmlessly in the waves of curled orange hair.

"You will never stop doing that will you?" she asked with rhetorical abandon. Willa playfully gave her friend a hurt expression before smirking "and I thought you knew me well?" she jokingly quipped back. Digging into her bag and pulled out an olive green turtleneck sweater with a lunar crescent of a lighter shade "now I'm ready" she answered while putting on the sweater, bringing a smile to her friend while she hastily closed her bag as the bus arrived to pick them up.

[delaber]

The Colour of Rain (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 5

Summary: On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met. 

Words: 4.4K

Warnings: smut(!)

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Day twenty-seven

Nervously, he had been thinking about her for several days, not sure if she'd been sober enough to remember their last conversation - and more importantly the tender kiss that had been burning on his lips ever since she’d placed it there - but when he accidentally runs into her at the local marketplace a few days later, she softly calls him Bucky and smiles secretively at him, making him sure that she remembers every detail vividly - and that she doesn't regret it at all. Finally, he can breathe freely again.

"Where did you go?" she sends him a blinding smile while adjusting the bag she has draped over her yellow dress. It takes everything inside of him to not let his eyes wander down the white strap tugged between her breasts but he manages to keep his gaze on hers. "- you weren't there when I woke up..."

She looks a bit disappointed and he knows he shouldn't be this happy about it, but he can't help but smile at her cute little pout when he realises that he’s accidentally managed to leave her wanting more. "Well, we only agreed on five minutes, remember?"

"That was before I poured my heart out to you and told you all about my brother," she laughs and bites her lower lip happily. Anticipatingly looks into his eyes and innocently cocks her head to the side. "Imagine my disappointment when I woke up to no note and an empty bed...” she makes an exaggerated pout, “I wanted to make you my world-famous waffles - and I don’t just offer them to anyone!”

"Alright," he smiles with a foreign grin he'd forgotten he could procure, “next time, okay?” Eating waffles in her bed sounds like a fucking dream.

"Next time you find me embarrassingly drunk and let me kiss you?" She laughs heartily and it makes his heart skip a beat when she addresses the moment of intemacy between them that he hasn’t stopped reliving yet. To think that he’d been lucky enough to taste her plump lips just four days ago.

"Yeah," he nods excitedly with the boyish grin still perfectly in place, "waffles then."

She smiles and looks at him hesitantly, considers something that makes her chew her cheek apprehensively.  "...maybe this Friday?" She eventually asks, cocks her head even further to the side and laughs nervously, "At the street salsa I told you about? I know you said you don't dance but it'll be fun, I promise. And if it turns out to be a complete bore anyway, I'll buy you a beer in apology."

Say no! the voice in his head screams at him but the prospect of having her touch him again overpowers everything else and it doesn't take long before he finds himself nodding along to her glistening eyes while saying "okay. Friday."

The night of day twenty-nine

Fairly nervous, he parks his bike outside the taco stand on Friday night. His heart has been racing all day, and he isn't sure he made the right decision when he said yes to her proposal but he's wasted too much time on being nervous and it's too late to back out now. He doesn't want to stand her up when they were supposed to meet up ten minutes ago.

With slightly heavy footsteps, he walks up the main street and past the Zócalo where a band is already playing salsa music loudly. A flock of people are gathered in the middle of the square standing close together two by two with backs against chests, hands on stomachs, hips swinging sensually from side to side in time with the rhythm of the music.

Bucky stops and looks at them, takes in how the women are pressing their round asses up against the men's pelvises and even though it looks lovely, he suddenly wishes he'd said no. He used to love dancing - and he used to be good at it! - but he hasn't done it for over seventy years and it sure looks like a whole lot more of body contact than back in his days.

Seriously contemplating bolting for his bike, he tears himself away from the dancing crowd but as his gaze skirts over the cathedral and away from the plaza, his eye catches the green dress with the thin waistband that he loves.

She's dancing with the meat-vendor from down the street, twirling elegantly in his arms and even though Bucky knows it's uncalled for, he feels a sharp pang of jealousy in his guts when the guy puts his muscular arms around her waist and fits his chin in the crook of her neck, pushing her ass close to his hips.

Bucky wants nothing more than to step over to them and yank her away from meat boy's arms, but it's too much. He doesn't want to dance like that. Shit, he can't dance like that! The old Bucky could but he's long gone and the shell that remains doesn’t have the ability to turn off his brain any longer, to just enjoy the moment and let his hands wander down her waist in public without thinking about who might see his weakness. He doesn’t want people to use it against him. And he definitely doesn’t want people to use it against her!

Crestfallen and disappointed with himself, he takes one last glance at her beautiful form in the green dress, readying himself for the long ride home when she takes a step forwards and does another twirl in the guy's arms. Happily, her gaze skirts around on the people dancing next to her, her eyes searching around the crowd for Bucky, her lips spreading in a warm smile when they finally land on him and he’s too enchanted to pull his cap down to cover his face. "Bucky!" she mouths happily, wrestles out of her dance partner's arms and practically skips over to him on the other side of the Zócalo. "Hi!" she flings her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a tight hug.

From the way she is holding onto him for dear life it is evident that she has been looking forward to this moment and she is so sweet and so warm that he forgets all about his discomfort.

"Hey," he mumbles against her neck and carefully puts his one arm around her back, savouring the smell of her perfume so close to his nostrils when he buries his face in his hair.

"Come on," she grins as she grabs ahold of his gloved hand and pulls him over to the crowd.

"Doll," he breathes and is surprised to hear the old-fashioned name of affection slip past his tongue. "- can we not do this?"

She stops walking and turns around in his arms, "you don't want to go dancing?"

"I'd rather not," he rubs his neck awkwardly, "I don't think I can do it like that... it's a lot of... contact. And people are watching."

"Don't worry," she assures him and grabs both his hands, "we can stay out here - and we don't have to dance like that," she says and nods backwards to the writhing bodies in the crowd. "We'll go slow, okay? One song is all I'm asking for and if you don't like it, we'll find somewhere else, okay?“

"Mmh," he grumbles in agreement, pretty sure he won't enjoy it when the song's over but suddenly very determined to make her happy.

“I promise,” she grins, “somewhere quiet. Just you and me."

You and me. He likes that. So he ends up nodding along, “alright then...” he grumbles.

She starts taking small steps back and forth while holding onto his fingers. "You should do the same," she laughs and nods towards his still feet, "- or I'm gonna extend the agreement to two songs."

He's hesitant at first, there are so many people and noises around him, but he slowly loosens up, and before he knows it, he's moving his arms and legs front and back in fluent motions to the beat of the music.

"Look at you, mr. I-can't-dance!" She praises him with an impressed look in her eye when he starts coordinating his movements, throwing in a bit of the swing steps he remembers. "Ready for the next move?"

"Mmh," he nods and looks straight into her beautiful eyes that convince him that his anxious pulse is worth standing this close to her again.

"Okay, so -" she sticks her tongue out between her teeth and chews it in concentration. Bucky almost doesn't hear what she's saying over staring at her cuteness. "- what you wanna do is swing me around, alright?"

"Yeah," he nods and holds up his arm, spins her away from him. This move he remembers.

"Good," she laughs as she twirls away. "Now reel me back in," she spins again and moves closer.

He catches her with both arms, accidentally grabs her around the abdomen and pulls her close to his chest. He can hear her giggling as she moves her hips in front of him to the rhythm of the music and he wishes the band would shut up so he can hear it more clearly.

He briefly skirts his eyes over the other couples who are dancing on the Zócalo and sees how all the men who're standing in the same position he is, have their hands placed on their partner's ribs right beneath their breasts. "Eh - is this, is this okay?" he mumbles and slowly traces his fingers over her waist.

"Yeah," she breathes and moves a little closer to him, "yeah, it feels good."

“It does,” his hands involuntarily pull her a little closer and his thumbs rub over the area of her dress that is covering up her lower back, gently massaging the bundle of muscles right above her ass. She lets her head fall back against his shoulder with a small, happy sigh but never stops swinging her hips back and forth.

"I've really been looking forward to this," she hums so quietly Bucky almost misses it.

"Me too," he mumbles against the sensitive spot on her neck and without thinking takes a step closer so his pelvis comes in contact with her ass.

He forgets everything around them, doesn't even register the music that has started playing even louder as he just enjoys her beautiful presence. They stand like that for a while - definitely more than two songs - soft hips grinding into tense thighs, rough gloves running over silky, green fabric, fingers intertwined around her stomach, heads against shoulders, lips close but never touching.

It isn't until the music stops playing and she turns around in his arms that he registers that there are still people around them and that he's been very public about his affection for her. Immediately he lets go of her and takes a step back while quietly applauding the music. “I'm sorry," he mumbles and shyly looks away from her happy face.

"Why?" She looks up at him with stars in her eyes while she takes a step closer to him. "It was the best dance I've had in a while. Thank you."

Bucky can feel his ears grow warm. He didn't even think he had it in him to dance anymore and here she is, the woman who’s on his mind 24/7, complimenting him so sweetly. "Yeah, alright," he can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Me too. It's been a nice evening. Thank you."

She furrows her eyebrows and sends him a pout. "What? You wanna go home already?"

"No, I mean... not if you don't want to?"

"I was rather hoping you'd let me invite you over for a drink," she bites her lips hopefully. "But no pressure."

"Yeah, no," he nods fast and thinks about how wonderful it had felt to be lying in her bed the week before. He doesn’t want to miss out on that ever again, "yeah, I'd love to."

"Good," she smiles up at him and follows him across the Zócalo and back to his motorcycle by the closed-up taco stand.

"You've really never danced before?" She asks him and bumps her elbow against his.

"I used to love dancing," he admits lowly with a nod, "but I haven't done it in years - and never like that."

"It's a shame. You're very good at it," she laughs and runs her eyes down his front. "You have very nice hands."

Even though he's heard that compliment several times before, it still feels different when it comes from her lips and not from some random dance partner from his youth. "Thanks," he tries to contain the stupid smile on his face as he walks the last few steps to his bike and sits down, scooting forwards to make room for her.

"I guess I'll take my seat then," she giggles and swings her leg over the back of the bike, taking the seat behind him while putting her chin on his shoulder blade, grabbing the gloved hand that had been lying flat against his thigh, and he swears he can feel her grin broadly against the leather of his back when he squeezes her fingers. “Take me home, Bucky.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

With her hands wrapped tightly around his abdomen and her constant giggles in his ear, he takes them across town, past the aqueduct on the other side of the main road, and stops in front of the little blue house with the red windows that he so easily has come to love.

"Come on in," she unlocks the front door, discards her red sweater just inside the door and heads directly to the kitchen where she finally spins around and faces him again with a smile, "would you like a drink?"

"Yeah, sure," he nods as he stares at her form. Runs his eyes down her bare legs underneath the green dress, "whisky - if you have?"

"Of course," she pulls down a bottle of amber liquid from a shelf above her and pours them two glasses while Bucky admires the small kitchen with the lovely decor that is just as warm vibrant as she is.

"How did you find this place?" He asks and absentmindedly picks up a small, colourful wooden figure resembling a panther-like creature with wings.

"Craigslist," she chirps happily and Bucky nods knowingly although he has no idea what the hell she's talking about. "-It's this lovely couple downtown that rent it out. It's monthly based so I can sort of just up and leave when I'm ready to go back home so that’s nice."

"Oh," he says in surprise and drops his hands to his side. He'd completely forgotten that she still has a life somewhere else. Somewhere far away. "When - uhm - when do you think that is?" he clears his throat and looks down at the colourful panther in his hand to try and conceal his disappointment.

"I don't know," she shrugs and hands him one of the whisky glasses, "I try not to plan too much. That's part of the adventure, right?"

"Yeah, right," he nods as if he agrees and isn't annoyed by her vague answer.

"- well, I mean... I guess I'll be leaving when the rain season hits. I wouldn’t exactly say I hate the rain but I just really love the sun, you know," she cocks her head to the side and smiles broadly.

"Mmh," he nods again, slightly more calm now that he knows that he has at least two more months of her but still not completely convinced it's enough.

"It's lovely here right?" She dreamily looks around at the lovely decor and leans backwards against the kitchen counter with her legs crossed sensually in front of her, "colourful."

"Yeah, it is...” he agrees and refrains from telling her that she is more colourful than the entire room combined.

“I’m still here and I already miss it,” she slurps her whisky and looks around the small kitchen.

“What are you going to do with all your furniture when you go home?" He asks her, hoping that she hasn't noticed his slight change in mood, "- are you bringing it all with you or keeping a piece or two here if you should ever come back?" he clears his throat and hopes she takes the bait.

"It came fully furnished so everything was already here when I moved in," she takes a sip of her whisky and looks back at him, "- well everything apart from that one," she grins and nods towards the panther he'd forgotten he was holding. "- that one's mine."

He looks down on the small wooden figure and turns it over in his hand, traces the beautiful, intricate pattern on the underside of its belly. "What is it?"

"It's my alebrije," she says matter-of-factly.

"Your what?"

"My alebrije!" she laughs, "my protector. He keeps the evil spirits away from me."

"Evil spirits, huh?" he can't help but grin at her excitement.

"Yep. Bought it one of the first days I was here. I know it sounds silly, but I've actually felt more at peace ever since I got it. Been sleeping like a dream."

"Hmm... maybe I should get me one of those then," he jokes and puts it back down on the small coffee table he'd picked it up from.

"Here," she grins and walks over to him, picks the small figure back up and hands it to him, "- I think you need it more than I do to be honest."

"No, I can't take it," he shakes his head and pushes her hand away, "who's gonna protect you then?"

"...You are?" She grins and puts the alebrije in the breast pocket of his leather jacket before he can protest, lets her fingers linger over his heart while he stares at her perplexed. "There you go," she smiles warmly up at him, "it's yours now. No takebacksies."

He's stunned while he looks down at her. She's so kind, so selfless, so beautiful and he only wants to kiss her.

So he does.

Slightly anxious and with a brick-load of nerves jumping under his skin, he leans forwards and finally presses his lips to hers again. Connects the two of them while the alebrije howls hungrily in his pocket. It doesn't take her long to respond; one second of warm contact and she immediately has her arms around his neck, her fingers in his hair, her soft tongue inside his mouth, and he's goddamn moaning at the touch.

"It's okay, it's okay," she whispers in between pillow-soft kisses when he freezes slightly due to his blunder. "Please make that sound again," she rakes her hands through his hair again, and even though she practically begged for it, it still comes out naturally.

"Oh my god," he groans in her ear and presses his palms to her buttocks when she moves her lips from his mouth and instead starts kissing his jawline and throat.

"Tell me if it's too much," she whispers, takes his earlobe in between her teeth and tugs slightly so everything inside of him ignites.

"No, it's good," he groans and feels how he immediately grows impossibly hard under her touch.

"Yeah?" she traces her hands down the front of his trousers, palms him through the denim and makes a warm flame of lust shoot up through his stomach.

"Fuck," he whispers and grabs her ass harder, pulls her close to his broad chest. He can’t believe his luck!

"Bedroom," she pants and leads him to the small room where she’d fallen asleep with her hand in his, where they’d shared their first kiss, where he’d realised that he was slowly falling for her.

Gently, she pushes him backwards so he sits down on the big mattress before she climbs on top of him and immediately starts planting small, peppered kisses down his throat and jawline while her hands presses in on his chest until he's lying completely flat against the bed.

"Oh god," his hands travel down her back until they finally reach her ass again. He pulls her body upwards so he can get a better grip on her buttocks, caresses them softly underneath the skirt of her dress, traces the laces tugged between them and enjoys her warm lips on his skin while her fingers nuzzle in his hair.

"Mmh, Bucky," she whispers his name so sweetly that he can't help but press down on her thighs so her pelvis meets his. He is already groaning and panting loudly as he imagines all the ways he can make her squirm in his arms and can feel the impossible strain in his jeans when she slowly rocks back and forth on top of him. He wants nothing more than to just rip off her dress and fuck her like there's no tomorrow.

"Do you want to take off my clothes?" She whispers and he merely whimpers in response while massaging the soft skin underneath her green dress, reaches out his hand and lets his fingers wander over the front of her lace panties so she gasps in his ear. He pushes up her skirt, runs his hands over her thighs, massages the soft skin of her stomach with his thumbs.

She grabs his dog-tags and pulls him closer while grinding down on him, drags her bottom over the front of his jeans so his head falls backwards and his Adam’s apple bounces in his throat. "Take off your shirt," she whispers and pulls him even closer.

He lets her feel his name engraved in the steel around his neck before he kisses her again. "No, tonight's about you, sweetheart."

"But I want to see you," she whimpers and runs her hand over his stomach that is still covered up by a protective layer of cotton.

"Not -" he gulps and grabs her wrist when her hand is about to sneak past the hem of his shirt, "- not tonight..."

"Bucky..." she pulls her face away from his, looks at him with huge, honest eyes. "I don't care about your arm."

He looks up at the sweet angel sitting on top of him while massaging her thighs. How does he explain his scars to her? The black bruises on his chest that have never disappeared? The big red communist star near his shoulder? She might have figured out that he has a fake arm but there's no way in hell, she'll ever see that.

"Not tonight, sweetheart," he eventually ends up sighing after a second that seems to last an eternity.

"...Okay," she slowly accepts with a slightly disappointed nod and kisses his ear while lacing her fingers with his, "it's okay."

"Mmh," he breathes out and squeezes her fingers tight, realises that he wants to touch her properly, to feel if her skin truly is as soft as it looks. No leather in between. "I can take off my gloves if you want to."

She stops kissing him, pulls her face back from his again and traces her gaze all over him to check if he's okay. "Only if you're comfortable with it," she whispers gently, "I'm in no rush."

"It's fine," he nods and pulls off both leather gloves in one swift motion and is quick to put his hands back on her hips before she has time to see his left hand in detail.

Slowly, he traces the soft skin of her hips, her stomach, her thighs. "Oh god," he groans and closes his eyes as he carefully feels every ridge, curve and square inch of soft, beautiful skin between his fingertips. It's so much better than he expected. She is absolutely perfect!

"Mmh, you like touching me?" She asks while looking down at him confidently. She's wearing the biggest, proudest grin on her face and she’s so fucking sexy that he can't help but stutter his hips upwards a little, pushing himself up against her warmth.

"You have no idea," he pants and feels himself grow even harder as he looks up at her half-hidden eyes.

She reaches between them, palms his massive erection through the denim of his jeans and start working on his belt.

"Hey, no, no, no," he grabs her wrist again and forces her hand away. She can't see the stab wound on his thigh. She can't know exactly how bad his past is. "Tonight was supposed to be about you."

"That was not an agreement I said yes to," she laughs and gently reach inside his jeans to touch him over the fabric of his boxers.

"God!" He groans and feels how his face falls forwards until his forehead connects with hers. “Sweetheart, sweetheart,” he pants in warning but doesn’t push her hand away. It feels too good to finally have her touch him like this.

She rubs him slowly, feels around until she reaches his balls where she lightly cups them, resulting in him exulting a low, sultry moan. "You wanna take off your jeans?" She whispers in his ear. "You can keep your boxers on if you'd like."

He takes a second to contemplate whether he can cover up the large scar on his inner thigh, but eventually decides that it's probably doable with a bit of effort.

"Yeah, okay," he gulps and stands up from the bed, unzips his trousers quickly and pulls them down, relieved to see that the scar is almost completely hidden by the black fabric of his boxers.

When he turns around to face her again, he is surprised to see that her gaze isn't focused on his metal hand or the angry scar peeking out from under the edge of his underwear but instead on his face. His eyes. His mouth. And she's touching herself; her knees are spread apart, her fingers are running over the lace-covered heaven between her legs, her mouth is falling open in a silent moan, and she’s fucking touching herself while looking at him!

“Holy shit!”

Quickly, he throws himself down next to her, kisses her neck and pushes her fingers away from her body in doing so, finally touching his own fingers to her crown. "Mmh that's it," he whispers and can feel his cheeks go warm when she softly moans his name. “Sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re doing to me!” he kisses her mouth and nibbles at her skin while his fingers are working magic on her core. He traces his lips down her throat, pushes up the skirt of her dress and finally finds the way underneath her panties so he can feel the wet skin between her legs.

"Oh my goodness!” without a flinch, she grabs his titanium hand, gently laces her finger with the cool metal while she arches her back and enjoys his movements.

"Mmh," he hums against her neck, flexes his hand, finds her tight hole and presses two thick fingers inside of her.

"Fuck!" She gasps and gives out a sinful moan that travel through his ear canals and right down to his buzzing balls.

"That's it," he praises when she moans to the same rhythm that he’s moving his fingers in and out of her tight wetness, "just like that!"

"Shit - Oh shit!" she gasps and squeezes his metal hand tight, scratches her fingernails over the cotton of his back while he curls his fingers around the sweet spongy spot inside of her that has her squirming uncontrollably in his arms.

"Fuck, I'm close!" She whines loudly even though she doesn't have to tell him - he can feel her clench wonderfully around his fingers, can hear her wetness every time he moves inside of her. "So, so close!"

"Don't hold back," he pants while looking at her sinful face begging for more. "Please cum for me!" he begs and reaches down to bite her skin while his fingers squelch louder and louder inside of her, making him more and more desperate for friction as he rubs his lower body up against her widely-spread thigh.

She tugs on his hair and pants a few times before she lets the coil inside her abdomen snap with a loud series of uninhibited moans while she involuntarily clamps down on Bucky's fingers, rhythmically tightens and releases the grip she has on him while moaning and sweating on the sheets.

"Fuck yes!" He sighs happily, can feel how his precum-stained boxers have made a wet stain on her thigh and doesn't stop moving his fingers inside of her until she quietly whispers his name and grabs his wrist to get him to stop.

"Oh my god," she whines as she slowly comes down from her high. “Oh my god!” Her fingers slowly release the tight grip they have around his hands and he covers up her lower half with the dress that she's still wearing, presses a small kiss to her shoulder in appreciation. "Are you - are you sure I can't touch you?"

He puts his head down on the pillow beside her, pulls her warm body close to his. "Not tonight sweetheart," he pants and kisses her ear, ignores the thumping sensation in his crotch. "But rest assured that I loved every waking second of it."

"I know you did," she giggles and presses her ass up against the huge bulge in his pants.

"Mmh, you're absolutely perfect," he whispers and cups her breast, runs his thumb over the perky nipple that is prominently strutting through the green fabric while she giggles sleepily. He kisses her neck and shoulders, pulls her hair aside to press love to her spine and holds her close while he tries to push away the thought of her ever leaving Mexico.

A sudden whisper brings him out of the darkness, brings back the light to his dark thoughts when her lips pop at the first syllable of his name;  "...Hey, Bucky?"

"Yeah?" he mumbles and kisses her again.

"Waffles in the morning, okay?"

He can't help but grin widely to himself in the dark. "Yeah. Okay."

Next part

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[bemylord]

ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏʏꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱ/ᴏ ʜᴜɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ.

warnings: fluff or soft or boys being embarrassed and cute. [parts with tsukki, sakusa, miya.]

ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ ʏᴜᴜ:

the tsundere boy would be shocked, yet after a few seconds of reflection, yuu will turn around, meeting with your gaze: your strands of hair have fallen from the ponytail as you were running to hug him. there's a warm feeling that had born in his chest or the heart as you kissed his nose, giggling.

'oi, y/n, you're so cutie.'

ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ:

he didn't have a clue you will wrap your arms around his wet t-shirt, cup your forehead between shoulder blades, barely high to touch the back of the neck. a slight brush had painted his cheeks into the peachy color, as you mumble inaudible phrases which are quelling by the fabric. he interlocked your palms together on his stomach, hearing your low giggle.

'i love to embarrass you, kageyama.'

you always know how to embarrass him among his teammates.

ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ:

nasty grumpy, who would do the tsk sound as feels your arms on his body. despite his nagging, such as 'wait till we get home, y/n.' you know kei is so cuddly after always asking for more cuddles in the bedroom.

'you told me you don't like cuddles.'

'stop grunting and give me a damn hug!'

ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴏʏᴏ:

the cutest blushed mess. and when i said the cutest, i mean it. he smiles constantly whenever you hug him spontaneously when behind - doesn't deny the fact he absolutely in love with you and your hugs. he'll spin around with you, maybe you'll fall on top of him, saying he acts like a child.

'but you happy with me, yeah?'

ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ:

ohhh~ actually, you might think he'd be weirdo, and yes, you're right: weirdo tetsurou kuroo who freakily loves when you unexpectedly give him a bear hug after he served the ball well.

'you served good, kuroo.'

suddenly, he turned around and cups your face to kiss you.

'am i supposed to have a hug-date for a good game?'

well, how can you refuse him?

ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ:

oikawa is a popular guy in the school: lots of girls are trying to obtain his attention, talking and complimenting the match he won. when he was talking with a girl from a parallel class, he felt your fists on the shirt as your chin rests on his shoulder.

'oikawa, did you forget about our date?'

although all girls know his heart belongs to you, she suddenly disappears from your field of vision.

'nope, honey, what about spending the evening with cuddles?'

ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ:

i think ushijima was born for hugs, especially for bear hugs or being the big spoon. you heard as the door open quickly run into the hallway to give a greeting hug to your boyfriend. wakatoshi loves when he returns home, immediately being wrapped in your arms. he interlaced your fingers as a warm feeling again borns in his chest.

'welcome home, darling.'

ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴍᴇ:

you hate it when kenma doesn't notice you while playing games. he is sitting on the couch as you poke in his cheeks, attempting to get his attention.

'wanna cuddles, kyanma, cuddles-cuddles-cuddles.'

'a little later, i almost passed the level.'

you sigh, stood up from the couch. unexpectedly for him, you put your chin on the top of his head, hugging his shoulders. you pressed a kiss on his head.

'later is later.'

he stopped you, pulling you closer to him.

'cuddle me with me, please.'

ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ᴋᴏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ:

the mix of emotions: as for the beginning, he likes to hug you from behind, feeling as you jump from the unexpected touch. the second - oh, sorry, in my script there is the line: omdfgg iloveyousomuchbabyowl. it's written in bokutou's language, which means: i'm so happy baby owl, let's cuddles forever, i love you, let me cup your face! then he spreads lots of kisses on your face.

'let's have a date, please, y/n, pleaseee.'

ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ:

you ran as fast as you could to go out with suna. you noticed the familiar hair behind one of the benches, smiling, walking to your boyfriend. you wrapped arms around his shoulders.

'sorry i'm late, suna.' as he turned his head, seeing you in a summer dress in a floral print, with a cute make-up. how could suna be mad at you?

'you look amazing, baby.'

ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏᴜꜱʜɪ:

i think he can compete in cuteness with hinata. he's so cute when you hugged him after you won the match.

'I'm... a little wet, i'm not comfortable.'

'suga, i'm proud of you.'

he likes it when you can cuddle him anywhere without any embarrassment. so he will hug you back, giving you a kiss on your cheeks

ꜱᴀᴋᴜꜱᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ:

you know how sukuna doesn't like attention in public, but at home - he steals your attention. when kiyoomi was cooking some waffles for you and him, as you cup your face into his back whilst fingers are running on his abs.

'sweetie, i'm trying to cook breakfast for us.'

'you oww me hugs too, dear, remember your promise?'

he smiles, remembering how he whispered promises to you last night. sakusa intertwined your fingers, smooch the palm as you giggle into his back, kissing your tracks.

ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ:

as you received a text message from osamu that atsumu feels upset, you baked a cake for him, knocking on the door.

'y/n, i've been waiting for you, atsumu feels upset.'

'why he feels like that?'

'because i miss your hugs, dear!!'

you figured out why this insolent guy asked his brother to write to you - to force you to come over for a hug.

'netflix and cuddles, baby?' kageyama x reader hinata x reader

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ:

osamu love language is definitely physical contact. any touch of your pads on his skin and you will spend hours hugging and kissing. hence, whenever you hug him from the back while he's cooking, he just forgets how to cut an apple. he picks you up and sits you down on the table, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

'can't wait till i get back with the fruit-slicing?

'i want to hug you already.'

* * *

sorry for the grammar mistakes.

[redrisingsun]

Swedish Holidays for all your Young Royals needs

Due to popular demand (by like five people) here’s a brief description of all the major Swedish holidays and how they’re celebrated because I can’t stand here and pretend as if we really celebrate Christmas the 25th. We have more holidays, I've only written about the ones we celebrate in my family. I come from a working class family and live in Southern Sweden, however I do have family in Stockholm. I'm not religious in any way and as far as I know, most families don't celebrate these holidays because they're religious, but because it's tradition.

yall better appreciate this, it took me literal hours

January

1: Dubbed as one of the collective pizza days in my household. It's the day after New Year, and most people either order in or eat leftovers.

Week 2 or 3: Most people return to their jobs, schools and other daily activities.

February/March

Fettisdagen ("Fat Tuesday"): celebrated 47 days before Easter. The actual date varies, all from early February to early March. It's an old Christian tradition where you'd eat fatty foods before the "before Easter"-fast and is supposedly a thing in other Christian countries as well. These days, most people celebrate by eating semlor with their family, and most don't fast before Easter.

The semla is a sweet bun with whipped cream and almond paste.

Våffeldagen (Waffle Day, 25th of March): I think this day stems from a Christian tradition, but these days the day is mostly to get together with family and eat waffles.

April

Påsk (Easter): Again, the date varies, but Easter is usually in April. Easter stems from Christianity and is celebrated to remember Jesus' death and resurrection. Easter spans over a week, but I personally only celebrate one of those days.

Påskafton (direct translation: Easter Eve, English translation: Holy Saturday) is the Saturday of the Easter week. In my family, the children get to look for Easter eggs (often filled with candy).

Some children also dress up as Påskkärringar (Easter crones) and I think this tradition has to do with the Witch Trials in Sweden, but I'm not sure. Chances are you won't need to know anything about this for your Young Royal fics, because mostly girls dress up.

Sometimes, we decorate eggs.

Later, we sit down to eat together and spend time with our families. Common things to eat for Easter is potatoes, eggs, herring and meatballs.

Valborgsmässoafton (Walpurgis Night, 30th): We burn a big bonfire in the evening to celebrate that spring is here. I live in a fairly small town, so mostly everyone gathers at one spot and burns the fire together. When the bonfire is burned, most people go home and that's it. It's also seen as a reason to have a party (mostly for teenagers and young adults, I think) and get drunk as fuck.

May/June

Sveriges Nationaldagen (Sweden's National Day, 6th of June): Most people are home from school and work. We hoist the Swedish flag. Idk. However, the Royal Family celebrates by getting dressed up in Swedish costumes. This year, the King held a speech and the family went to Skansen (which is an amusement park/zoo. You can read more about it here). There's music and the military does their weird little thing. You can watch the National Day Celebration on Skansen from 2014 here.

Midsommarafton (Midsummer): date varies, but is celebrated a Friday in late June. I'm sure there's a Christian explanation for this one, but I don't personally know it.

Midsommar (midsummer) means middle of the summer.

Again, this is a day to eat and spend time with your family (or drink, depending on who you are). We eat pretty much the same things for Midsummer as we do for Easter.

For Midsummer we also dance around a Midsommarstång (direct translation: Midsummer Pole, English translation: Maypole) and make flower crowns.

How Midsummer is celebrated depends a lot on your age (most teenagers and young adults again see this as a reason to party), where you're from and a million other things.

My personal favorite Midsummer tradition is probably more common in the country than in the city, for example. You're supposed to pick seven different flowers without saying a word. Then, you sleep with the flowers under your pillow. Supposedly, you'll dream of your future husband (or wife! But I think it's more common that women and girls do this). This tradition also varies. Some people say you need nine flowers and some people say you have to climb over fencing for it to count.

Some teenagers or young adults spend time with their friends to party, instead!

You can watch part of a Midsummer celebration at Skansen here.

The Royal Family usually celebrate Midsummer privately, but I think there's usually new pictures of the entire family around this time.

Day after Midsummer: Collective Pizza Day 2. Everyone either eats takeout or leftovers because no one can be bothered to make anything and like half of the population has the worst hangover they've had since New Year.

Summer Holiday Note: most people in Sweden have four weeks of paid leave each summer.

July/August

Kräftpremiär (Crayfish party) - date varies, normally early August. Basically people get together to eat crayfish and drink. You can usually get paper plates and plastic cups and whatever with ugly crayfish motives (which is fun), but I've never done this.

October

Halloween (30th): Halloween is nowhere near as big in Sweden as it is in the States. We just buy some lösgodis ("loose candy", where you can throw whatever kind of candy you want in a bag. See pictures). Trick or treat is so unusual in the town I grew up I've only ever had one kid ask for candy and when I celebrated Halloween with my grandparents (in a city not far from Stockholm), it was the same. I usually buy some candy and watch a horror movie, but that's about it.

However, Halloween is (again) a reason for teenagers and young adults to drink and party.

November

Alla Helgons Dag (All Saints' Day): Date varies, usually early November. It's a day to remember the dead and we usually light a candle at the grave yard.

December

Första Advent (First Advent): Date varies. Sunday four weeks from Christmas Eve. We mostly just light a candle, honestly. Then, each Sunday for the next four weeks, we light a candle. Here's actually the Crown Princess wishing Happy First Advent with her family! Unfortunately without English subtitles, but here's the translation: "Today is the First Advent. Advent means arrival and hope, something that feels extra important this year. (her husband lights the candle) We want to wish everyone a happy first advent!"

Andra Advent (Second Advent): date varies. We light the second candle.

Tredje Advent (Third Advent): date varies. We light the third candle.

Fjärde Advent (Fourth Advent): date varies. We light the fourth candle. In my family we usually decorate the tree this Sunday.

Julafton (Christmas Eve): Celebrated the 24th. YES, THE 24TH. Christmas Eve obviously varies from family to family, but there's a few things most people have in common. Usually, we get one gift in our sock (which hangs on our bedroom doors in my home, because we don't have a mantle) when we wake up. As kids me and my brother almost always got a movie or something to keep us busy until it was time to leave for our grandparents house.

For lunch we eat the Christmas dinner. It's the same damned food as our other holidays. Herring, meatballs, potatoes, sausages etc, but now, we also have julskinka (Christmas ham). Some people eat ham even for Easter, but we only really eat it for Christmas in my family. Obviously the food varies a little from season to season, but as a picky eater I always just eat potatoes, meatballs and ham.

At 3, Kalle Anka (Donald Duck) is on. Yeah, we watch the same damned stuff every year. It's tradition, alright? Anyway, Donald Duck lasts for an hour or so, and first you get to see Santa work in his workshop, then Disney characters wish you a Merry Christmas with scenes from their movies (original, I know). There's Lady and the Tramp, Donald Duck (obviously) and a million other things. Then there's also one or two trailers for movies Disney will release the coming year. I really couldn't be bothered to find everything on YouTube for you to watch, sorry!

After Donald Duck, we open the Christmas gifts in my family. Normally we just rip out gifts open lmao.

After opening the gifts, we usually eat a second time. This time it's time for porridge. Tomtegröt (Santa porridge) is sweet and often served with cinnamon. Usually, everyone is so stuffed at this point that you only eat because you "have" to eat porridge for Christmas (again, at least in my family).

The last thing we do in my family, is to get a puzzle out. My grandpa almost always gets a new puzzle for Christmas, so we'll put that on the dining table and work on it together until it's getting too late for us to stay.

The Royal Family usually release new pictures of the family for Christmas and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Day after Christmas: Not a collective pizza day! There's usually too much Christmas food left to be able to order pizza. Usually, we have Christmas food to eat for four-ish days after Christmas, and by then you're getting really tired of it.

Sometimes we watch something on television, but for the most part we just sit around and spend time together. I think the Crown Princess read something from the Bible this year? I'm not actually sure if the Royal Family go to the Christmas Service, but I don't think so.

Nyårsafton (New Year's Eve): last day of the year. We shoot fireworks, eat food and dessert and spend time with family. This day we normally eat something "fancy" or something you we don't usually eat.

At twelve, we go out to light some fireworks (or just watch fireworks). When that dies down, it's time for the cheese platter. My dad wants it, no one else ever eats from it, we still do it every single year because "it's not New Year's without it". When we've had the cheese platter, everyone go to sleep and that's that.

People obviously celebrate this differently, as well. It's not uncommon to go see your friends or have guests over, and some people party rather than have fancy dinner with their parents. I personally prefer spending time with my parents, because that's what New Year's is for me.

Some people give resolutions, but I think it's more common in the States.

Christmas Holiday Note: It's common for people to not work between Christmas and New Year's Eve where I'm from.

Some things you might want to know about the Swedish Royal Family and Sweden overall:

The Royal Family in Young Royals is not the real Royal Family (obviously).

The Royal Family usually spends time on Öland during the summers.

Chances are Wilhelm and his family live at Drottningholm Slott (Drottningholm Palace) and not Stockholm Slott (Stockholm Palace). Drottningholm is used as a home for the current King and Queen and is located west of Stockholm. However, the scenes where Wilhelm is home is shot at a palace called Stora Sundby Slott. I doubt Wilhelm and his family would live here if they were the actual Royal Family since it's used as a place for people to gather when they want to hunt for sport. However, if they truly live at Stora Sundby, it takes almost two hours to drive from Stockholm to the castle.

Bjärstad is AT LEAST two hours away from Stockholm.

Bjärstad to Stora Sundby Castle takes approximately an hour and a half by car, and between nine and twelve hours by bus. Which means these two boys can't just take a twenty minute bus to see each other.

Bjärstad to Drottningholm takes a little over two hours by car and four-ish hours by bus.

Bjärstad to Stockholm Slott takes over two hours by car and three and a half hours by bus.

Hillerska is shot at Kaggeholms Slott (Kaggeholm Palace), and is a hotel.

The age of consent in Sweden is 15, HOWEVER it's illegal to have sex with someone four or more years younger than you if you're not both over the age of 18. Let me illustrate: -Person A is 15 and Person B is 15. It's legal because both are 15. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 20. It's illegal, because there's a five year old gap between them. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 18. It's legal (but probably frowned upon), because they're both 15 or older and there's not a four year gap between them. -Person A is 18 and Person B is 30. It's legal, because both are 18 or older. Idk if this makes sense or if this is what it looks like anymore, but this is what it was like when I still went to school. Obviously people aren't going to run around and call you names if you happen to date someone four years younger than you (I know a girl who met a guy when she was 14 and he was over 20), but please, be mindful of this. Our age of consent doesn't give you a right to be weird and nasty to teenagers (yes, I'm talking about Edvin).

Also, the Royal Family have their own website, which you can find here. As far as I can see, there's more information on the Swedish page, but there's plenty translated to English. You can also read of the Swedish Royal Family and its history on the palaces's website, here.

All pictures have been taken straight from Google. I haven't used any sources, because this is shit I do every single year with my family. Feel free to correct me or add things you do, but keep it respectful, please!

Friendly reminder that I've simplified some parts of this to make sense, specifically the dates of the Advent celebrations.

If there's anything you don't understand or want more information on, you're welcome to contact me! I take pretty long to reply, but I'll definitely try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!

[jiminrings]

Okay I just wanna say that I really love your writing!!! Hope you and chimmy are doing well! Can I request a drabble with merman tae and y/n's a human and they're childhood besties and tae likes her but she's a dumb little bean. I just realised how many 'ands' are in that sentence. If you don't like it then...ahem know that I still love you!!! 💖💖💖

pearl of mine

pairing: taehyung x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: merman!tae is the reason why tourists can’t find any more shells and pearls in the shore, y/n owns more beach houses than deduction skills, and concierge!yoongi’s the hero :D // gif from pinterest

notes: are u kidding me baby i love it AND you!!!! chimmy barks his regards <3

“hmm? where’s barnacle boy?”

alright there goes your peace and quiet

it’s very nice to know that where yoongi is, translates to meaning that all your peaceful thoughts automatically aren’t there

if he’s not manning the concierge, it means he’s there keeping you company!!

annoying you

your ten minutes of bliss of just having your calves dipped into the water is interrupted now but it’s ok!!

after all, yoongi’s ur right-hand man anyways!! he’s the one who keeps track of everything and you’re so close to convicing your dad to put him in the family will too

you can’t manage your family business all by yourself!! how exactly are you gonna manage fIVE of the hotels that your parents have put under your care by yourself

five of the seventeen hotels that your family owns..,.,.,

（；＿；）

your dad gives you tOO much trust and he believes in you like actually a lot

a lot more than you could ever trust yourself tbh

he doesn’t want you to take charge only when he retires or dies!! you’re his little dove and he wants you to be as immersed in your family’s group of companies

it’s generous but of course it’s hectic

which is why you’re spearheading the handling of the actual main hotel he’s put under you!!

and the rest of the less major ones, you’ve had to go through a long and tedious process for so you could find an actual trustable manager and supervisor that wouldn’t commit embezzlement and-

yoongi’s about to scare you again by nudging your lower back with his foot, but you’re ahead of him when you nip his ankle with your nails

“... it’s mermaid man.”

he scoffs out a laugh because what was supposed to be a teasing nudge for your friend that’s clearly nOT human, turned to your joke instead of his

he doesn’t need to look at his watch to know what time it was by then bc he’s practically memorized the skies and the tide at this point

every 5:20 in the afternoon, you and taehyung would meet here!!

you come outside at exactly 4:50 to give yourself some leeway into preparing whatever you’d be giving him or rather, pestering yoongi what you think you should give him for that afternoon

it doesn’t necessarily have to be grand! on most days you just make him waffles without the crusty edges (he likes it the most when it’s so hot that it was still soft and jiggly) and the filling would be whatever food he hasn’t tried yet

.... basically.......... almost everything

but now it’s 5:23 and he could tell with how the water didn’t settle to the wooden platform as well as it did when it was 5:20

yoongi could actually TELL the difference because he’s seen you do this for the four years he’s been working here

the hotel had three wings — the shore wing, the balcony-sturdy-treehouse-type of wing, and the cabana wing

you bounce all around the place because naturally, you aRE the boss here, but afternoons really were just reserved for the cabana wing

where there’s a staff cabana by one of the wooden paths that lead to it, and one specifically reserved for you and probably yoongi now lmao bc he wouldn’t take a nap anywhere else

it’s you just sitting by the deck of your cabana that houses your too-expensive waffle maker, and a cozy blanket then deck pillows outside where you lay when taehyung’s there perched by the wood

you easily have three plates always, and yoongi just goes a lil bit soft that you let him intrude your routine with the merman

but today, all that highLy seems unlikely

“he’s totally not coming,” he exaggerates all in one breath, not having the decency to wait bc he’s stuffing his cheeks full with waffles

everything’s a hit or miss with mermaid man anyways and yoongi would rather nOT try his adventures of waffles with buttered rice in between no thank u

so that’s why he’s sticking with his trusty s’mores waffle!!! :D

put chocolate spread in between while it’s STILL in the pan, then tiny little marshmallows with crushed graham crackers and 10/10 u will see heaven

he gets crumbs on your sundress and you barely even grimace because you’re used to yoongi and all his yoongi-ness at this point

“yes he is! we’ve been doing this everyday without fail for like, twelve years already.”

you know what.,.,., maybe even longer than twelve years

this one’s marked on your calendar you can just SNIFF it

what you distinctly remember is your dad picking you up from school then suddenly deciding that he’ll teach you the ropes

you knew what everything was coming to because suddenly, you’d take your daily after-school snacks at the hotel

and then your weekends were slowly merging into memorizing names and amenities

... and then sitting by your dad’s chair with a juicebox when he had meetings

then before you even realize, you’re managing five hotels under your name and a particularly large one mainly

it was when you’ve had a suckish day at school because you cannot seem to just gET the multiplication table of 7 and your dad’s chasing after you again so you could get to see the fire escape plans as “fun little puzzles!!”

ya know what maybe you should go outside

it didn’t exactly click into your young mind that holy shit your family’s LOADED

all you knew was that people greeted you left and right even if you didn’t know them and you’d always be offered stuff you didn’t even ask for :D

all you cared about was skipping by the cabanas but holding by the rope on the side bc what if you fell lmao

yet what did fall to the water beside you was your bracelet!!!

:((

a red, single-threaded, string bracelet from your wrist that must’ve gotten loose

it’s something you’ve never took off and the sheer panic in your mind was tOO HIGH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

even before you could call out to your dad though, or any of the staff that would literally drop everything to help you, something just shifts in the water

it’s too quick for you to even decipher and the multiplication table of 7 would’ve been easier to figure out

the moment you crouch by the end of the deck was when you see it aGAIN

there’s this incredibly pretty boy that emerges from the water, only his shoulders up to his head peeking out

he most certainly didn’t look... from around here tho

your attention’s immediately fixated on your bracelet, the one on his mouth as he only tilts his head when you do the same, an eager squeal breaking him out

hold on

wait a second

you’ve seen this in the tv sometimes!!! they were uh creatures that liked being by themselves in the sea

lol which is basically every sea creature

but the narrator said something about them looking like humans???

AND BESIDES

you overhear your dad talking about them sometimes

AND THEN IT HITS

THE HANDSOME FACE!! THE SHINY PRETTY-

up and age???

opened etch????

how do u spell that again

THE TAIL!!! THE PRETTY TAIL LOOKING LIKE THING!!!

“o-oh!! you’re-...”

“t-taehyung...?”

the boy who looks like your age replies, looking unsure of himself yet didn’t want to disappoint you either

you meant merman but it’s okay!!

your hands retrieve the bracelet from his mouth, a little giggle at the complexity of the situation

he was completely sold at that

this was his first human!!! his first actual human interaction and it wasn’t really bad as what his brothers painted out to be

you and taehyung took off from then and ya know what,,, maybe you even start purposefully dropping things in the water if you feel a little impatient that he hasn’t peeked his head yet

and yes yes that’s a completely iRRESPONSIBLE thing and your dad stopped you before you could possibly throw out a whole backpack into the water

which was weird for him to look at because there’s absolutely no one he could see in the water

it was a routine that not one of you ever skipped on once!!

even if you were sick and tae thinks that it’s the most pathetic thing because he doesn’t EVER get sick??? sue him for having a cold because he’s in the water 24/7 yea

even if one was late and wouldn’t be able to see the other, there would be an item placed by the deck as proof that they were indeed there!!

tae sometimes leaves a random conch shell or even seaweed in the shape of a heart when he’s swamped with his arrangements

even if there’s a storm, which taehyung absolutely loves because the water’s all cold!!! and it gives him a fun little ride when the waves are all wonky

you leave out a lunchbox that’s snug in a fixed mailbox (you forced yoongi to attach it) by the side of the deck poles and that would count as your attendance

“yes he is! we’ve been doing this everyday without fail for like, twelve years already.”

you are totally UNBELIEVABLE

yoongi snorts, almost choking on his waffles with how hard he did it

“and you’re twelve years dumb.”

ok now you take offense

huh???

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you can’t be any more clueless, can you??

as if on cue, there’s the familar flop and splash that you nudge yoongi to be in his best behavior

taehyung makes his afternoon appearance by outlandishly doing his trick in the air, undoubtedly giving you a splash you’re used to by now

he literally does not care at the thought of anyone possible seeing him

besides, they physically can’t anyway because there’s a spell cast onto the area, allowing nobody to see them besides you

... and yoongi ://

he’s rather grand with his gestures and his words and even before taehyung knew the common lingo on ground, you could tell he was a little more stubborn with his strong expressions

after all, taehyung’s a prince at sea but at land.,.,.,.

<3 well <3

“i’m here!”

taehyung bEAMS radiantly, making you crouch and hold out your hands, him putting his face out immediately for you to squish

“oh, oh! i got you something, y/n!”

he seems to remember out of the blue in the middle of chewing his waffles, yoongi having to suppress another sigh

the prettiest pearl necklace :-)

“tae i already told you that-...”

you’re about to start berating him again with the gifts because what seemed to be so ordinary for him is very fAR from yours

you pout and tae only pushes the necklce to you further, not taking no for answer when he had to squint his eyes extra hard to look for the pearls this morning

to be honest you have sO much jewelry from taehyung

the common theme of it was of course they’re something you could get at sEA

and whenever people ask you about them, u have no idea how to tell where you got them

today’s pearl necklace was a little different — something more dainty and smaller and wraps around your neck like a choker would, a little more suited for everyday wear

“thank you!!!”

you smooch taehyung on the cheek extra quick and it takes every fiber in his tail to stop squealing

yoongi watches you two be disgustingly sweet and PLATONIC yet again, and he could only zero in on the pearl necklace around your neck

that is the fifth time this week

that is the fifth set of pearls you’ve gotten this week

normally you’d get a pearl every now and then and the often minuature sand sculptures

but this week changes the wHOLE ball game

“do you want a pearl ring?”

taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, boxy smile on full display and he looks breathtaking in the golden hours that you immediately poke his cheek

yoongi’s eyes widen because that’s literally-

you don’t seem to find the weight on his question because you only let out a non-commital sound and whisk him away on another conversation about his day

he’s long since dropped out of yours and taehyung’s conversation, going back to the concierge because his presence is required

and he still can’t shake off how CLUELESS you are

it’s when the night gets a little more chilly and you could see taehyung go beneath the water more often, taking it as a sign that he’s going back and his brothers are looking for him

“night-night, tae.”

you offer the top of his head a kiss, rushing back to the cabana to put on your coat and right on time, you miss the way taehyung’s eyes are bigger than a goldfish’s

(@_@)

oh my god

oh my fucking god

taehyung really hATES you

he hates you so much!!!!

SO SO MUCH

he resigns back into the water and he doesn’t even move at all

just defeatedly sits on the seabed and his aura effectively puts off everything around him

his heart’s beyond heavy and his eyes sting and he never wants to resurface ever again

he’s trying not to get upset too much because his emotions have the capacity of changing the tide and it would literally resonate through the seas if he gets even more sad

taehyung’s trying to rEPRESS everything back in but it’s no use :((

“hey, hey, calm down. what’s wrong?”

his brother immediately swims to his side at the first slight tremor he felt, having only little trouble in locating him

“i-i asked y/n if she wanted a pearl-...” tae stutters and he has to physically hold his chest to not sOB at your name, an insurmountable feeling of dread at his chest 

yeah, you! namjoon knows you

in fact all his brothers know you and you’ve met each other multiple times, but not as often as you and tae did

they don’t need to see you everyday to know that taehyung is head over tails in LOVE with you

the mention of you and their brother’s gifts in the same sentence isn’t anything new

“okay? but you give her pearls all the time? and-”

“... ring.”

oh

OH

pearl ring

“yeah? and what did she say?”

joon himself tries to quell the distress he feels because taehyung’s emotions are morE than potent to affect to everyone, most especially his brothers

he sees the others swimming to them from afar, worried frowns already on their faces and namjoon doesn’t want to panic even more

“nothing!! she said nOTHING!!!!”

jungkook tilts his head, cheeks puffed out as he tries to diffuse the situation

“but tae, it could mean-...”

“nothing. y/n absolutely wants nothing to do with me!”

taehyung half-huffs and half-sobs, immediately swimming past them that leaves them confused and with a headache

this was definitely going to be a problem

it already is

today has got to be the slowest day ever

the water is so still and timid

oh my god it literally just looks like tap water in a bathtub that’s untouched

you’ve noticed in the first thing in the morning

was it nORMAL to have the water so still???? practically no waves at all??? not even ripples????

you must be losing your mind right

you dragged yoongi from the concierge desk all the way outside

he squints his eyes because the water.... is definitely not supposed to be this way....

“huh. now that’s just odd.”

some of your patrons don’t seem to mind at all because that just means they could go take their pictures without waves putting their phones at risk

but nO

most especially the swimmers n the surfers and even the lifeguard are all ????

everyone’s collectively looking at the water

yoongi takes a twig and just pokes at it to go do ATLEAST something, but even the ripples it produces are mundane

the water is too still and it makes you miss the one who makes it all better

you spend the better part of your whole day in your sundress and hanging around the cabana, yoongi scrunching his nose up at the fact that he seemed to be more active than the actual hotelier here today

“taehyung doesn’t go up for another seven hours, y’know?”

he finds you sitting by the edge of the deck, feet vigorously splashing around the water without any resistance at all that it feels so unnerving

“yea i know that... just wanted to hang out with him.”

you murmur out the last part, making yoongs do a double-take at his boss who was never this soft-spoken

“and that’s what you’ve been doing ever since childhood? sit by the edge then hang out?”

he wants to push a couple of buttons to get you out of your phase of the day today, but he only gets some insistent nodding and nothing more

“that’s so mundane. that’s literally a decade-long routine!!”

“it’s a routine i don’t mind!!”

and that’s true

it’s a routine you want to do with the rest of your life because it now feels like the equivalent of showering basically

you feel so incomplete without it and satisfaction doesn’t settle on your bones until you do it with taehyung :D

“surely, there must be sOME reason for taehyung to not get bored from doing the same thing with you, right?”

alright one more nudge

you’re considerably more perky now that’s for sure

but that doesn’t mean any less clueless unfortunately

“must be the food!!”

oh my god,,,,,, u are so dumb

he leaves you alone and you don’t even question it because you’re too busy waiting for taehyung

you expect the tide to change when it’s already noon but really, nothing happens still

5:20 passes and he still isn’t there

it’s time for dinner and yoongi has to fetch you aLL the way from the other side of the wings he needed to supervised because you’re spending all your time waiting

you were supposed to have dinner with staff tonight but you don’t even think twice in telling him to go eat without you, giving the company card more than eagerly

“don’t you think it’s time to go home?”

yoongi pipes up when they’ve finished dinner and you’re still there

he feels so sorry for you :((

“w-what if he shows up last minute?”

there’s still hope in your voice and he doesn’t want to taint it as much as people

“hey. they need sleep too. you should go get some for yourself too, okay? now just leave a cookie or something,” he has to pry you off the deck himself, not wanting to feel any more sorry for you because you’re starting to tremble with how chilly the air is

taehyung doesn’t resurface the next day

or the next

and the day after that

taehyung doesn’t show up the entire week.

you’re worried OUT of your mind and you’re tempted to just take your dad’s yacht and sail across the water to try and look for him

or oR maybe you should get one of the divers to try and look for him!!!! but no that wouldn’t work, would it??

how about you go and look for tae yourself???

yoongi’s been busy with the hotel bc the actual hotelier of it (read: you) is too busy MOPING

you’ve ditched your sundresses and waited in hoodies and sweatpants you could roll up in the morning and roll down at night to wait for him

most people don’t even recognize you as the owner and they just walk rIGHT past you when they see you in the hallways

you’ve also been stress-making waffles that you reek of the batter and butter, the staff now having an abundance of experimental ones that you’ve made

you’re definitely not okay

“uh y/n you really rEALLY need to go to sleep.,.,”

yoongi gapes at you when he visits you at the cabana, clearing his schedule out to go watch over you and bc your dad won’t sit still with how unkempt you’ve been

he gestures to the hammock you’ve always begged him to put up, but his handiwork’s wASTED because you don’t even spend more than five seconds looking at it

you should be screaming with glee by now :((

how in the world could he possibly distract you from crushing sadness and worry

he’s been brainstorming the past week and his head’s even more hollow than the decorative coconuts in the gift shop

... wait a minute

hey this has got to be his most stupid idea but the one with the most promising results!!!!!

11/10 risky but it’s the cLOSEST he could get!!

“hey do you wanna do something stupid??”

your eyes glance at him immediately because it’s the first question he’s ever asked you besides if you’re okay or when was the last time you slept or when do you intend on picking yourself up

yoongi fishes for his tablet and whips up a video immediately, only taking minutes for him to explain and seconds for you to agree

it’s what made you end up this way

it’s the reason in your swimsuit with your legs all the way inside a duvet cover and the corners of it knotted tightly on your waist

you don’t know how yoongi’s managed to convince you to race him in swimming with your whole lower body inside a king-sized dUVET cover from one of the cabanas whose guests are arriving in an hour, but here you are lmao

“first one to the furthest cabana wins, alright?”

he practically yelps in explaining in an effort to hype you up and a hundred dollars dOES seem to make him excited himself 

you’re buzzing for the first time in the week and it’s the panicked shoves you try to give each other before starting that kicks you off in an eager mood 

“GO!”

you immediately dive in and you don’t expect the heaviness of your makeshift tail behind you, momentarily cussing yourself because wHY on earth did you get the high-quality ones smh ://

oh my god this is so fucking stupid and oddly enough, you’re ENJOYING it

you can’t exactly paddle your legs fluidly like the times when they aren’t wrapped in a duvet, and the distance of the last cabana seems so tiring now that u think about it

yoongi’s already ahead and you don’t get HOW has he managed to come that far???

also not to mention that the gap between the two of you is large and now you’re just struggling to even move

also doesn’t help oNE bit with how good of a handyman yoongi also is because that is one secure knot you got there sir

it’s only dawning in you that you’re NOT well-versed in swimming!!

not even close to an expert!!! all you know are the basics

but the basics seem hard to even apply when you’re dragging a king-sized duvet cover by your legs

you’d expect more skills from someone whose family owns water-centric properties bUT NO <3

you’re flailing almost to the bottom and your eyes sting then your limbs feel heavy

you’re not necessarily drowning either, it just feels so difficult to swim back up

you’re about to try again and boost yourself up by pushing from the floor but then suddenly you’re being HAULED BACK UP

you have no chance to even try and get away because you know that the hand around your waist aren’t yoongi’s

“are you out of your goddamn mind???”

you instinctively take a big gulp of air when you come up the surface, legs fluttering now that you have some type of support to keep you up

“why would you do this?? who did this??”

the deep voice only registers in you seconds later that it’s taehyung who’s in front of you and holding you up, staring you down intensely

your puzzlement only frustrates him even more, going back down while keeping his hands on your waist before he untangles the duvet cover by your legs rather quickly and powerfully

he emerges back up and he’s looking at you with sO much stress that you wanna dive back down

“y-yoo-...”

you don’t even manage to finish speaking before taehyung snaps his gaze away from you and really yELLS

“YOONGI!!!”

as if he didn’t manage to startle you enough, he looks back at you and pats at you all over out of instinct, wanting to know if you’re hurt by any means

you’re more shocked but it’s over the fact that you’re finally seeing him again

this isn’t the first time you’ve swam with taehyung but this IS the first time in this context

you’ve never been this close to him either and you’re out of breath just by looking at him

he doesn’t seem to share the sentiment though because he looks like he’s gonna pull his hair out in both relief and frustration

“oh my god! i fucking thought that my soulmate would die in a — i-in a bedsheet!”

you are so ridiculous that it actually makes his heart clench

he intentionally didn’t come to see you for a week because he was so hurt over your rejection

he did see you from a distance and he also has a particular someone to watch over you, but he never imagined that you’d be doing THIS

his heart just minutes ago was beating against his ribcage because his soulmate was in danger!!! he physically and literally cannot drown but that’s what it felt like

“i’m your soulmate?”

your breathless gasp explains it all

:O

oh so...

oh my god how could you have nOT known this all along???

HOW COULD YOU BE SO OBLIVIOUS

taehyung probably acted this way and most especially that way when he ignored you!!!

you vaguely remember yoongi telling you that pearls PROBABLY mean a lot to taehyung even if the tone he’s used on you is beyond certain

the pearl ring was meant for courting!!!

that explains why yoongi gasped and looked at you inrcredulously!!!!

no he’s been courting you ALL this time

you are so..... insuffeable

“i’m so sorry!!” 

you’ve crammed in twelve years of experience into two minutes of critical thinking, throwing your arms around taehyung and burying your face into his neck

he grunts a bit at that but he’s not complaining at all

“you mUST hate me,” you frown and the need to cry overpowers you, taehyung sensing it again which is why he immediately strokes your nape in comfort

“i could never.”

the waves come back and even if they’re present, the water was calming

you’re too entranced with tae and your realizations to even notice that the water felt so much better compared to when it was dead still

it’s when you hear a familiar set of giggles that you sNAP your head in anger

yOONGI????

yoongi’s much more near you now, floating and floating until you make the move to look down and see not a duvet cover, but rather a tangerine-colored tail by him

all you’ve been doing this day is squeaking

tae, although still a lil bit mad at yoongi because he’s endangered you, smiles at his informant who’s helped make him last through the week

“half-merman!! i’m sorry if i didn’t tell you sooner, y/n. but since tae’s full, that’s the reason he could only come on land once a month! and since i’m half, i could only come underwater once a month!!”

he grins at his explanation he’s been trying to piece together for the last couple of months

ok maybe years

it probably explained to why it’s no accident that he’s clicked with you instantly and he trusts you with his whole life!! you were truly a gentle human that’s an all-rounder

also explains to why yoongi wasn’t all THAT shocked when you brought him out one day on his first year of working and pleaded taehyung to rise up with only even his eyes blinking up at him

no wonder tae warmed up to yoongi quick even if he did say he had distrust with majority of humans!!

how could you not doubt for one second that it’s the reason why he’s always been really good at swimming too and holding his breath

yoongi chose his day of the month to be today because you were so down in the dumps, and aLSO for the reasoning that he missed the boys so that’s why he’s going down there in a heartbeat

taehyung pinches at your thigh, a bright grin on your face when you come face to face with him after waving yoongi goodbye

“are you gonna make me wait another twelve years more?”

he pecks your cheek and it doesn’t feel platonic anymore, a giddy smile in realization that you’ve finally come to your senses

“would you mind?”

://

the teasing lilt in your voice doesn’t seem to go anywhere anytime soon hee-hee

“maybe a little but-“

“no more waiting.”

you kiss taehyung and almost launch yourself at him, savoring the taste of him on your tongue that he has to grip your thighs around his waist a little tighter

yeah ur a little slow but ur spirits are high!! you’re on the right direction!!

you’re definitely worth waiting for

and panicking over

and courting

and loving

:)

[zu-is-here]

ZU! Sorry for late reply, exams consumed my soul day after day. THE GOOD THING IS THAT: Is FINAllY oVEr. Today I had my last two mock exams and I'm f r e e.

OH, I'm glad you enjoyed the rainy days, wet socks and shoes may not be the best, but rain sounds just hit different, specially on the middle of the summer, I'm not so much of a rain person, but I really enjoy it on summer! You can enjoy the sounds without freezing and its like a break from sun that sometimes can get suffocating (*´∇｀*).

Now, that anecdote sounds like a really awkward situation, AND DEFINITELY, THOSE SITUATIONS ARE THE PUREST DEFINITION OF "Haha, guess I'll die" and someone just has to hold it until you're on a place with more sound, and awkwardness be like: 📈📈📈📈📈. It kinda reminds me of those times when someone just accidentally inhales m o l e c u l e s of water but there you have your lungs struggling to death for 10 minutes just for some atoms of water lol. And I know it's not as awkward as your situation but things get odd when it happens on the middle of a silent meal with other people AJXJSK.

Oh, about the exams. It was fun(?), you'll see (???), we had biology and chemistry exams on Monday and Thursday (if I remember well). But in sight that literally all the freaking set 2 of science failed those exams, they gave us a re test of Chemistry and Biology today (originally, I would have finished my exam period yesterday if it wasn't for that), but now they gave us the tests that are used for the set 3. Because, well, is not so normal that a whole class failed an exam its supposed to be easy if they revised- And in general, all the class did it. So they decided to gave us a paper of a lower set to make it more fair for us. Which I appreciate, AND I DO IT SO MUCH BECAUSE THEY WERE THE EASIEST EXAMS EVER- even the physics one that we had yesterday and I'm awful on physics usually (we didn't do physics until yesterday so before we could do it teachers changed the paper to set 3 ones) and now I feel a huge relief 🤧🤧.

I'M GONNA PLAY GENSHIN ALL THE FREAKING DAY IS LEFT AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME. -insert low bucket evil laugh here-

OH AND BTW,

I SIMP ON DREAM

I SIMP ON CROSS

AND USUALLY I DON'T TEND TO HAVE MANY CHARACTERS I SIMP FOR BUT THANK YOU ZU, NOW I ALSO SIMP FOR EPIC.

AND HOW ARE YOU BEAUTIFUL? HAVE YOU BEEN SIMPING ON SOMETHING LATELY? (??)

— Waffle and Oreos anon ★

Hii! No worries, I'm being late too xd And congrats!! \(//∇//)\☆ You deserved a good rest <3

Awww that's right! Just enjoyed some rain while it's sunny as well *^*

For real!! Atoms of water omg XD So trueee :')

Oh lucky you! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) Glad you got your exams much easier ☆ (tbh I didn't understand chemistry too but I was well versed in physics cause I *cough* liked our teacher and wanted to win his favor heheh– but the situation got out of hand when he sent me to the Intercity Physics Olympiad XD)

HECK YEAH!! (òwó) Oh you're very welcome ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧)

I'm doing amazing, thanks! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Been simping on every skeleton I have to draw and on my cat (≧∀≦)☆

[thatssonanii]

Come Clean

Empire

Nylah stayed in the apartment for a few days with Noah, Tahj or both. She was too scared to go outside with them or alone. It was rare that she came out of the bedroom, they came in to sit with her but she wasn't much for talking.

She was laying under the comforter when she heard the door open. As she sat up in the bed the lights came on and her mama and big sister coming in. Both women sat on the bed.

Denise grabbed her face ignoring her hissing. "Nylah, what's wrong with your face? You didn't look like that when I saw you last"

"That hurts, Mama," she said softly pulling away. "I'm fine its nothing."

"She probably just got in a fight, Ma. You beat her up, huh?" Kiara joked nudging her sister.

Nylah nodded and laid back down pulling the cover up only for Denise to snatched it back.

"Your sister has never lost a fight, let alone let somebody do that to her. Nylah, sit up and answer me."

Sitting up slowly, Nylah folded her arms across her chest ignoring the slight pain in her face.

"Graham came to the studio a few days ago. He did it."

Kiara frowned, "Graham did that? You said he was the best boyfriend you had before Tahj. You hit him? You know how you get, Lah."

"No, Kiara. I didn't hit him."

"You never said anything before about him hitting you and now he comes all the way up here to do that. Something isn't adding up, Nylah," Denise fussed. "Now tell me the truth. I'm not for the games or the lies."

Grabbing her phone, Nylah went to her gallery and opened the album with the pictures she taken after every fight with Graham. She tossed it onto the bed in front of her mama.

"I'm not lying and I'm not playing games." She argued.

Slowly, Denise picked up the phone, Kiara and her looked through the pictures.

"Nylah," Kiara said softly putting her hand on her sister's leg, "He did that to you?"

"Mmhm."

"Why did you say anything?"

"When, Kiara? When we i supposed to tell yall anything?" Nylah asked shaking her head. "Yall barely answered the phone when I called and when yall did it was to tell me about what yall had going on."

Denise shook her head still looking through the pictures, "Ny, you could've interrupted us. We would've listened."

"You remember that one time I called you at like 2am?"

"Vaguely yeah."

"I ran from his house barefoot in the rain and called you while I hid in waffle house. You cussed at me for calling so late and hung up in my face, Mama. A week later I called Ki while she was at work. I was screaming because I was locked in the bathroom and he was banging on the door. She told me to stop playing on her phone. I tried to tell yall."

Kiara bit her lip sadly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, Lah."

"Its fine," she shrugged. "Not yall fault, it was mine. I believed him when he told me yall didn't care that he was the only person that loved me. I had Noah though. The times that he didn't follow me or didn't find me, Noah took care of me."

Denise dropped her daughter's phone and moved closer to pull her until a hug. Kiara moved closer so she could hug her sister as well.

"I know it doesn't fix it but baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you and I'm sorry for making you think I didn't care about you," Denise cried softly. "You are my baby, I will always love you. I love you and your sister equally, I promise."

Tahj and Noah stood in the doorway smiling. They figured the women could use some laughter so they climbed into the bed getting in on the big.

"We love yall too," Noah fake cried.

"Even if yall mean as hell," Tahj sobbed playfully.

The women pulled away from the hug laughing and wrong their faces.

"See," Kiara laughed, "That's why we not nice to yall."

"Cause yall do that," Nylah joke thumping Tahj's foreheas.

"I don't like yall," Denise laughed getting off the bed, "I'm going home and getting away from you two. Girls, you're welcome to come with."

"Dang, Ms. D, that's cold blooded," Noah laughed.

[excuseme-howdareyou]

Day 2 of Tentatodd Week : Technology and Toys

"This is not the intended use of my limbs, sir," he quipped, even as he hefted the item higher. Jason grinned when he saw Tim's head peek over the edge of the thinga-ma-jig ("It's a sonic cannon, Jason, try and keep up.") to stick his tongue out at him.

"Don't worry, I've got the extended warranty," came Tim's snarky reply. Even from all the way down on the ground, Jason could see the the concentration on his face as he screwed the component Jason was holding into place. "Can you bring that stabilizer over here, please?" he asked, pointing to a piece of metal with several different layers of rings. 

Jason's 'limb', long and thin and the same color as he helmet, curled around the component and lifted it with ease up to Tim. " 'Extended warranty'?" he teased while Tim gently guided it into place," I don't remember you buying my services in the first place, Timbo." But even as he said so, another of his limbs reached out and wrapped around Tim's waist when it looked like he was about to fall off his stupid sonic cannon; leaning over too much like the idiot he was. 

Tim paused in his work to pat affectionately at the long, red tentacle ("Stop calling them tentacles!") that originated from Jason's lower back. This particular one was the largest of the six, as wide as Jason's forearm and almost eight feet long when fully extended. It could also easily bear the full weight of a grown man, which Jason often used to its full advantage, usually by throwing people across entire rooms. "Thanks," Tim patted the red limb, grinning mischeviously then stroking it a few times when he felt it shudder under his fingertips. 

A third limb reached up and bobbed him on the head. "Stop that!" Jason scolded him," Do you want me to drop you?"

With the red tentacle ("For the last time, they're not tentacles. Do I look like an octopus to you?") still wrapped around his waist, Tim readjusted his perch so he could better brace against the top of the cannon and finish screwing the stabilizer into place. Once they were done, he'd weld it into place, but Tim didn't dare use such extreme heat around Jason's limbs. 

"You're not gonna drop me," he retorted.

"Not yet, anyways," came Jason's mumbled reply," It's no fun when it's accidental."

Tim raised a brow at that. "Got plans for later, Jason?" he questioned. 

The third limb, the one he'd forgotten about, came back and slithered up Tim's spine. It was a light touch, more of a tickle really, and it made his back arch at the sensation. Jason grinned at his reaction. "If you hadn't been so insistent on finishing your project tonight, then you would know them already," his voice was smug and self-satisfied, his eyes flicking down to make sure Tim hadn't noticed the two other smaller limbs slowly making their way to him," But noooo. Timmy has to build his sonic cannon before bedtime."

Completely oblivious to the two creeping towards him and doing his best to ignore the one petting his shoulders, Tim resumed his concentration on the cannon. "Not all of us have six extra limbs, Jason," he grumbled. Oh, the things he could get done faster if he had six fully functional tentacles! The multitasking he could do! 

"You like my extra limbs," Jason shot back, which okay yeah. Tim did like his extra limbs a lot, for more reasons than not. They were handy in a fight, and the number of times Tim stared in awe as Jason descended on a bad guy with all six shining red like blood was probably better not mentioned. And watching Jason work in a kitchen, red limbs all a flurry as he prepared three to four different things at once, always keeping at least one free to push back nosy brothers and sister who wanted to try the food before it was done. And in the bedroom... 

Yeah, definitely better not mentioned in polite company. 

But right now, he'd asked Jason's help for the multitasking aspect of it. "I promised Bruce I'd have this cannon ready by Friday," he explained and tightened the bolt to ensure the piece stayed in place," And I still need to weld it, test it out, and- Jason!"

Tim jumped and very nearly fell of the cannon were it not for the one around this waist and the two limbs that suddenly wrapped around his upper thighs. His bracing stance had left himself wide open, and by the time Tim noticed them, they were twined around his thighs twice over and the tips of them threatening to go even higher. 

Down on the floor, Jason smile was smug as could be. "Yes dear?" he drawled. 

Tim tried pushing them away from his hips, to no avail. "Not the intended use, sir!" he snapped, using Jason's own words against him," You're supposed to be helping me finish this cannon!"

"Which you still have three days til Friday," Jason argued back, the smile never leaving his face as his two smallest limbs continued to torment. He glanced at the two still holding the pieces of the cannon up, but was unsure if they were fully into place yet and decided to leave them there for now. That still left him with four though. Plus the usual four attached to his torso, but he wouldn't be able to do much until he could either bring Tim down to him or he went up there. 

"Take a break, Timmers," he tried bargaining with him," It's late, and I know you're tired, and wouldn't you rather relax and get some sleep tonight? Tomorrow morning I'll even make you waffles." Food was almost always Tim's weakness, especially Jason's cooking, and for a moment he swore he had him. 

"Something tells me you're not thinking about sleep," Tim retorted, gesturing to the three tentacles wrapped around his lower half. The other hovered by his head, which Tim glared at as if daring it to try something. Jason thought it was adorable. 

"I know the best way to make you tired and sleepy," Jason grinned. 

Tim switched his glare from the appendage to Jason's face. A long moment passed, Tim's glare meeting Jason's wide grin, before the fight drained out of his body and he let out a sigh. "Five minutes?" Tim asked," Just let me get these two pieces into place."

Jason grinned like the cat who got the canary. "Deal."

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day. There was a big stressful part of the beginning but the majority of the day was very good. There was even a special surprise. And yoga.

I slept super poorly last night. I couldn't fall asleep for forever because I felt sick and nauseous and bad. And then when I did fall asleep I woke up a few times again. Air conditioner turned off in the middle of the night and James rollover next to me and I woke up just horribly uncomfortable. He wouldn't turn the air conditioning back on that because he always takes care of me. And I was able to sleep until about 7.

James was awake and told me I could keep sleeping but I didn't really want to. I wanted to lay there so I just played on my phone for a while. And then I got up. I got cleaned up and dressed and I felt okay.

I hung in my hammock for a little bit and then James told me he made a waffle. And I was like okay. And I was confused because he had asked me what I wanted for breakfast last night and I said I was going to have the avocado scramble thing I made the other day. And then he remembered that after he made the waffle and felt very bad. But it was fine. He made the thing I wanted and he had the waffle for breakfast instead.

I got the best boyfriend.

We hung out for a while and then left to go to the bus. James walked me there. And then bus proceeded not to show up for almost a half an hour. I was very frustrated. Because it was supposed to be there at 9: 30 but it didn't come until almost 9:50. And we had been there since 920. So I was very stressed out and I hate being late!! I texted Tiffany and let her know and I was just very distressed.

I was about 15 minutes late in the end. Sucks. I'm going to try to get an earlier bus tomorrow. So even if it runs late I will hopefully have the same issue. Because seriously we were three blocks away from access art and our bus driver saw someone on the street that he knew and he park the bus and got off to go have a conversation with him. I was losing my mind.

But I got there and everyone was fine. We're just lesson planning so it wasn't like I was missing anything yet but I hate being late. We all kind of bullshitted and talked for a little bit and then the teacher from holistic Life Center came.

He was a really nice guy. He told really funny stories and he was young and covered in tattoos and wearing a Orioles yoga shirt. He mostly talked about mindfulness. A little bit of yoga. And we learned a lot about breathing exercises. I felt very Vindicated and validated about the types of breathing exercises I already do with the kids when they're upset or hurt. But I learned some really interesting ones today. Specifically that I breathe wrong and I'm trying to retrain myself but it's very hard. It was very enjoyable even though I hated sitting in the folding chairs for that long. My feet don't reach the ground and it's uncomfortable.

But we also played a couple mindfulness games at the end of that was cool. Stuff that we can use in the classroom and it's awesome. I'm really glad that we were able to do that.

We had a late lunch. Marcus went down the street and got me a spring roll. Was very good. And I worked on my lesson plan. Almost out. I think I'll probably end up finishing it tomorrow. And then I'll go back in and make sure it's all good. I also think I want to use a couple other visual things for the classroom. And maybe add some tutorial images of some kind. We have tomorrow and Friday to finish lesson plans. And even with my brain breaks where I sketched tattoo ideas I still got a lot done.

While I was taking a break on my lesson plan I was looking at eBay and I got a crazy good deal on a Furby buddy. Something that I've been trying to get for 2 months now there's a little plush versions of the Furbies. I don't absolutely love them but people use them to make the long Furbies. And I'd like to try my hand at that. And I got one for $5. Usually they go for $35 to $40. I am very excited. I think I'm going to use it slightly as part of my example for my quilt making lesson. I'm going to make its belly pattern based off of Victorian crazy quilts. I'm very excited.

At 3 we finished up. We all decided on which weeks we should be teaching our lessons and when. Was decided that my quilt project would go first which makes me slightly nervous but it's probably a good idea. Because it's community building project we're going to kind of have all the kids get out there art things right away before they jump into other projects and I think that will work out nicely.

And then me and fitsum went home. His driving kind of makes me nauseous. Lot of fast speed up and then stopping. But we had a nice conversation about capitalism and its downfalls. And talked about apartments because he's moving as well. We saw a couple meet cars that we pointed out and talked about. It was a good time.

He dropped me off and I made some food. Did a couple packing things. Made a pile of the furniture and getting rid of. And just kind of hung out. Me and James were going to have dinner together but I kind of just wanted to be by myself a little bit. My dad's going to come visit this weekend and he's going to take the bed. So really these are the last couple days I'm ever going to live alone if all goes according to plan. And it feels very strange. I've lived alone for a long time. But I am excited. Nervous but excited.

I was just kind of chilling. Even though it was too humid in here to call it chilling. Playing Animal Crossing and watching videos. And then I decided to go check the mail.

I was excited because I had a package. But then I saw that there was a letter in there as well from the Minneapolis Apartment project. Which means it's from the class action settlement. Which means it's a check. When we won the settlement last year they said that we would get all of our rent back. But of course it was going to go into appeals. So we would probably just get a portion of our rent back. And honestly getting any amount of money from living in those apartments would be fine. But I was so nervous about opening this check. So he opened my package first. And it was socks! very exciting. I was looking forward to those socks. They're black and they have little hearts on them.

But I couldn't put off opening the check any longer. And I did and if I did my math right I thought about nine months worth of rent back. And the checks that this might not be the only check. That I might get more? Like after all the lawyers and fees are paid if there's anything left over there going to send another check. That's wild. And like all of my money stress. The $40 me and James got scammed out of the other day. James his bike breaking. Moving. All of it. This kind of feels like a buffer. We don't have to worry about it now. Least for a while. And I'm making more money and if he gets this job he's going to be at making more money. And even if he doesn't get this job he's going to keep looking until he does get something good. Don't have to be so stressed out and nickel-and-diming ourselves all the time. it's exciting. It feels Like the universe is telling me everything's going to be okay. That means using my white privilege to help make the lives of my neighbors and Minneapolis better is being rewarded. And that sometimes being a good person and trying to help other people does pay off in the end. And sometimes in cash.

I kind of didn't know what to say when I open the check. So I called James and let him know. And then I called my dad. We talked about taxes and he's going to check with the tax lady to make sure that I have put enough aside next year. I don't want to have an issue. But yeah it's exciting. And it was good to hear dad. He sounds a lot better. And he's looking forward to coming on Sunday and I'm looking forward to having him here. We're going to patch holes but hopefully we'll also do something else. Maybe we'll eat some good food and maybe we'll go see something interesting. Unsure of what yet but I'll figure that out.

I called Jess next to let her know. And she was very excited for me. And then I went back to packing. I brought more stuff from the basement. I broke down all of my Furby boxes. I don't know why I'm keeping them but it feels weird to throw them away. So flat in the Middle East to put them in storage. And I use the box that I have been storing them in to put kitchen stuff in. Paper towels and Ziploc bags. That one bottle of alcohol I always have. And then I took a shower. I painted my toenails and I'm just watching videos and enjoying my night.

Back to lesson planning tomorrow. And then I think falafels with James. No matter what it's going to be a good day. I can feel it. Hope you all have a good night tonight. Be kind to each other. Go out of your way for someone else. Don't expect anything in return. Good night