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i got you | matsukawa issei

genre: fluffy 2 the max, fem!reader x frat guy!mattsun (but not like the annoying disgusting frat guys LFSJDFJS) college!au  

warnings: alcohol/drinking, drunk ass reader sfsjdfsd, its really up to you if its underage LOL 

a/n: matsukawa is the love of my life. i know he would take good care of his gf if she was drunk as hell. im undecided if i like how this came out but im posting anyways! ty for reading :D

wc: 1.4k (crazy bc i wanted it to be less than 1k lol oops)

you are not a disaster drunk. 

at least, that is what you’d known to be true in all your years of alcohol consumption. oftentimes, you were the assigned mother of the group when your friends spent a night downing shots in a sleazy bar. you’d held back hair and kept a colossal number of heads from falling into public toilet seats when their escapades turned left. 

it wasn’t like you quite minded either. 

you figured it was better to be the safe haven than the one needing saving.

matsukawa issei, on the other hand, is a downright disaster drunk. 

every time he passes his limit, which he often does, he loses most of his motor functions, and becomes heavily reliant on anybody willing. every word he does manage to get out is followed by a hiccup. then a burp. and finally, a foreshadowing gag. 

you’d seen it before, and frequently had to drag his disorderly six foot frame to bed after he hurled into your toilet. 

you knew what you were signing up for. 

after all, you’d met him at his very own frat party. 

he’d been drunk enough to spill an entire white claw on you and promptly begged to make it up to you with your favorite drink of all time. you had to explain to him that it wasn’t an alcoholic beverage, but he still insisted on treating you anyways. 

eventually, he became your boyfriend and you adored him despite his inability to drink in moderation. 

the only thing that you found semi-endearing about his inebriation was the fact that he forgets that the two of you are separate beings. instead, he clings to you like duct tape, his burly arms clutching your waist and head lolling back and forth between your shoulder and neck affectionately. 

he especially likes to speak when drunk, slurring and whining things along the lines of: 

“you are so pretty, you do know that, right?”

“how did i get so damn lucky?” 

“you’re the best girlfriend ever.” 

a sliver of you considers that he says these things purely out of intoxication, but you like to believe a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts. 

you never brought these moments back up to issei in fear of his dismissal of them. instead, you cherish them secretly, stroking his curls while he lays with his head in your chest when the night finally ends. 

you continue to indulge these whimsical scenarios in which he actually does mean the things he says, and it works for a while. the little untold truth feels harmless. 

it isn’t until the roles were reversed that you find yourself in a frenzy. 

hanamaki, issei’s best friend from high school and another member of his frat, decides to throw a party for his 21st birthday. that meant booze was oozing from every corner of the enormous communal house, and sweaty bodies were scattered around every inch. 

issei had told you prior to the party that he actually wasn’t going to drink, explaining that he was still recovering from the previous night in which he and hanamaki drank a dangerous amount that left him vomiting for hours. 

“this night,” he exclaimed earlier that day with a foolish grin. “this night is yours, babe.”

you’d had a stressful week anyways, and figured you might as well take advantage of the free alcohol.

it had been a while since you’d drank. naturally, you’d forgotten the importance of pacing. 

though the shots initially burned in the back of your throat, everything you downed started to taste more and more like water and the space around you felt less and less tangible. you were sure mattsun had been at your side all night, but time blurred to a point where you knew little of what was truly going on.   

unsure of how much you drank, your eyes eventually opened to see you were slumped against issei’s broad shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“i cant believe it, babe.” a strong hand rubbed circles into your back as he hiked you up the stairs leading to his apartment. “i thought you only drank a few shots, but next thing i knew you were just gone. look how the tables turned, am i right?”

he let out a soft chuckle, finally reaching the door of his room. your head was spinning rapidly, and you groaned, trying to move back to make sense of the space around you.

he lets out a curious hum, but a hand moves to keep your head in place. 

“no can do, babe.” the sound of a key jingling and door shifting lets you know you’ve finally made it back. “i’m glad you’re up, but if you move too quickly, you might vomit. i got you.”

you let out a whine, but your head drops back into the dip of issei’s shoulder. 

how had you gotten this fucked up? 

again, you didn’t mind taking care of him or any of your other friends, understanding the nature of college, but to be on the receiving end meant to endure your self-inflicted humiliation. 

“alright, let’s get you some water. oh wait—no, i might have some gatorade left in the fridge.” he mumbles to himself, navigating around the kitchen island.

your eyes fluttered, far too heavy to open, and your body focused instead on processing the sounds around you. 

the fridge opening. 

a soft tsk. 

tap water flowing.

the soft pad of his feet.

a door opening. 

he had finally softly situated you (or at least tried to) in his bed, but a heavy pang ravaged your skull from the change in position, forcing you to loudly groan. 

issei hummed knowingly, and his hand quickly moved to support the back of your head.

“here, baby. here. can you drink this for me?” he coaxed. 

your eyes blinked open to see him holding a glass of water closely to your face, straw dangling in front of your lips. 

you complied, hoping the water would make your insufferable headache dissipate. 

“that’s it, thank you. drink it all if you can. if you want more, i’ll get you more.”

you do finish the glass, and your head falls back into the hand behind it.

you’re too ashamed to look at him, but you feel his eyes on you.

the empty glass against the table.

his soft breathing. 

“you feeling okay, baby? do you think you wanna throw up?”

you shake your head carefully, fearing too much movement would trigger another session of heavy pulsating. 

“okay, baby. i’m here. whatever you need.”

his hand behind your head tenderly found its way to your scalp, softly massaging the skin. 

you had no idea, but you were letting out appreciative sighs. 

“that feels nice, babe? okay, i’ll keep going then.” 

you finally got enough of a grip on yourself to glance up at him. 

he was staring down at you lovingly, lips turned upward in an unabashed smile. 

there was no hint of the shame or disappointment you feared he would have towards you. actually, the only thing you could sense from him was love. 

“i-issei.” you managed to whisper. 

“yeah?” he softly spoke, looking at you expectantly.

“i’m sorry.” 

he shakes his head in disbelief, immediately moving to sit in front of you. 

“sorry for what? for having a stressful week? being a college student?” he let out an exasperated laugh, fingers still rubbing your scalp.

“you don’t have to apologize to me. how many times have you done this for me? you’re my girlfriend. i’ll always take care of you, you know? i’m lucky i even have you. sometimes i don’t even believe it.” he murmured.

“that i got you. the kindest, most beautiful girl in this world. that you gave me, some random guy in a frat your time of day. i’m always shocked. thank you for choosing me.” 

your body froze at the impromptu confession, and your feelings of chagrin and fear dissolved into nothingness. 

it was evident that issei loved you, that his drunk words didn’t even compare to his sober ones.  

“i love you.” you weakly whispered back.

he leaned in to press a light kiss to your forehead. 

“i love you, too. you know i got you, babe.” he said, smiling. “forever.”

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ariana birthday hcs !! —

it’s september 1st in south korea & japan rn,,,, so you know what that means

26th birthday hcs 👁👁

(this post is long as hell so brace urselves lmao)

on the morning of her birthday, ariana is woken up by either twitter and message notifications or her husband

her fans are blowing up her mentions with birthday wishes and her family & friends are doing the same, so bet that she has about a million notifs

since byakuya gets ready for work before ariana, he usually comes back to wake her up (even if she’s already up lol)

he hands her coffee (a caramel macchiato with a shit ton of cream and three sugars), tells her “good morning” and “happy birthday, love,” and kisses her on the forehead

(SOBBINFGMNBKJHBMK)

they usually have a short lil conversation about whatever (what they’re going to do that day, ariana’s birthday, other random topics) before byakuya tells ariana to go to work lol

but before she does, she usually opens twitter and scrolls down her birthday hashtags (which are already trending with about 100,000 or so tweets lmao), and responds to her text messages

three hashtags i came up with are “#AutumnFairyAri,” “#26WishesForAriana,” and “#아름이하트27개” (#27HeartsForAhreum) 🥺

(the last one is because ariana is 27 in korea lol)

guaranteed that she’s smiling like an idiot at those tweets lol

if her fans are lucky, ariana might like their post. if they’re extra lucky, she might even respond-

(cue the combustion of her fanbase)

then she posts a lil morning selfie, thanks her fans for all the birthday wishes, complains about how she has to go to work on her birthday, and then she finally gets ready for work lol

as ariana does, her fanbase is literally in flames lmao they’re screaming at her new selfie (“LOOK AT HER HAIR OMG MNJSHFJFMNGJ” - one of ariana’s fans, most likely), flooding her comment section, and taking over the trending page

ari and byakuya usually leave together, and ariana gets dropped off first, so when she does, they usually say goodbye to each other & byakuya gives her another kiss on the head

ofc they say “i love you” to each other, and if anyone around them has sumn to say about it, then byakuya can just make their jobs disappear !! 😗✌🏽

once ariana gets to work, she’s immediately greeted by another round of birthday wishes and the occasional gift (because oh my GOD she gets so many from her staff)

the best gift comes from her manager of 22 years, yoo miyeon. that woman is literally like ariana’s second mother it’s so cute-

miyeon usually says something along the lines of “remember when you were shorter than me ???” (it is now the other way around lmao)

near the end of her day, ariana sits in her company’s conference room, goes live on vlive, and opens the shit ton of gifts, cards, letters, and bouquets that were sent to her by her fans (and god damn doesn’t she get a lot-)

(ariana loves the bouquets,,, she literally squeals every time she sees that she got another one :(( she’ll be making flower arrangements with all of them later on lol and she’ll probably go live again 👁👁)

her birthday lives are one of the things ariana loves the most. she gets to speak to her fans, speak to her staff all casually, and her fans get to see her again. it’s a win-win :))

(bet, byakuya is watching that live when he has the time and has sent a message to ariana. when she spots his message, knows it’s him, and gets incredibly happy is one of the best moments of the live)

she also speaks to her family (they’re all in korea and america while she’s in japan 😕) during the live !! near the end, ari blows out the candles of the cakes that were bought for her by her staff and her family, and she answers questions from her fans

(lol remember back in 2011 when ari’s fans thought she was gonna finish high school & come back to korea, but instead she met this tall blond mf, fell in love with him, moved in with him, and then ended up marrying him 10 years later so now she’s really not coming back ??? lmao good times 🤣🤣🤣)

it’s a v nice moment & if you miss it, that’s such a loss lol ariana rarely goes live since she’s always so busy

after well over 12 hours, ari’s work day is finally over. on those types of days, she gets home before byakuya at around 7 or 8pm

after work, both of them go to dinner !! :))

while byakuya is coming home, ariana just gets ready. there’s a dress from byakuya that was hung by his staff in ariana’s closet (it’s black and designer, ofc 🙄✋🏽), and all ari has to do is shower, do her hair and makeup, pick out her shoes, and pick out a bag from the literal hundreds that she has

say it with me, y’all !! bag hag

ariana goes live on instagram while she does that as some kind of “get ready with with me” thing. she gets to talk to her fans again (especially her stan twitter ones lol), ask how she should style her hair & do her makeup, and ask what accessories she should choose

she also plays music in the background (especially britney spears, christina aguilera, the pussycat dolls, rihanna, nelly furtado, gwen stefani, lee hyori, or hyuna because they make her feel hotter than she already is lmao) !!

and ari sings to whatever’s playing and she gets haruka-

(am i allowed to put her here ??? i’ll just put here here lol 🤪)

-to say hi & help with her hair and makeup, so ariana’s lives are just a gold mine worth of content lmao

byakuya comes home just a lil while before ariana’s finished, and ofc, she forces asks him to say hi to her fans

lmao all that man does is silently wave with the world’s straightest face, and the chat is just yelling about how fine he is (“GO OFF RICH BOY” - one off ariana’s fans, probably). like HE’S NOT DOING ANYTHINGFGDHMBK

but as they should 😩☝🏽

ariana asks her fans if she should leave or stay on the live for a while longer, and ofc, they usually say that she should stay,,,, but that woman rarely listens tbh ASMNKHJFMNJK

she might stay for like,,, 5 minutes, but usually, she just leaves lmao

a lil while before she and byakuya leave, they talk to each other and to haruka for a while, and haruka probably most definitely takes polaroid pictures of ari and byakuya before they leave lol

(ariana def posts those on twitter later and all byakuya does is retweet them)

(but ofc he’ll tweet out a post wishing his wife a happy birthday,,, okay byakuya, look at you making progress !!)

the restaurant ariana and byakuya go to is of course very fancy and luxurious (it probably serves french cuisine too lmao). ari insists that they get a table on the rooftop, and since it’s her birthday (and since he loves her sm), byakuya complies :))

they talk the entire night, and if she can, ariana reaches over to hold byakuya’s hand most of the time :((

(taking a bit from rae’s hcs on how byakuya would celebrate his s/o’s birthday,,,,, like i’ve kinda been doing the whole time 🚶🏽‍♀️)

after dinner, the two of them will take a walk through tokyo. ariana would love it (well, not really, because she’s wearing literal heels lmao), especially since she and byakuya rarely get to do things like that. she’ll be taking pictures of things she finds interesting and would 100% ask byakuya to take pictures of her (and vice versa)

(she’s posting those on twitter too,,, ariana nation is getting fed well lol)

and then they can finally go back home and stay home, and ariana can finally open the rest of her gifts !!

they’re gifts from her family, her close friends, and of course, from byakuya and haruka !! ari’s literally smiling the whole time as she opens her presents (especially the ones from her family,,, hayley’s homemade birthday cards are always so cute 🥺), and haruka has that polaroid camera out again

(ariana: does anything)

(haru: you’re doing great sweetie !! 😀📸)

idk exactly what ariana would want for her birthday (tmw you don’t even know the preferences of your own character 🧍🏽‍♀️), but most likely, it’s either something homemade or a designer item lmao (mainly another purse-)

fun fact: her aunt josephine spoils the shit out of her lol like ariana could see a bunch of bags from chanel, louis vuitton, and yves saint laurent and automatically think “yeah, that’s my aunt lol”

ariana facetimes her family again, as well !! they get to speak to byakuya and haruka, they sing “happy birthday” to her in korean, they ask her if she liked their gifts, and it’s just a very cute family moment :))

it’s like,,, 11pm by the time ari finishes opening her presents, so she really has to go to bed

before that though, she spams her followers with the pictures that were taken, and posts one last “thank you” tweet before her birthday inevitably ends 😕

(well not really since it’s gonna be september 1st in other parts of the world lmao)

“everyone! thank u sooo much for all the birthday wishes u gave me today! it wouldn’t have been such a great one without y’all, my family, my best friends, my husband (@ByakuyaTogami), and my no. 1 fan, my sister-in-law lmao (@harukaonice). i love each and every single one of y’all with my entire heart, and i’m so glad u love me just as much 🥺 i saw as many of ur posts as i could, and i just wanna thank y’all for reaching over a million tweets! can’t believe y’all think that i’m that important lol (i mean, ofc i am 🙄✋🏻) anyways, once again, thank y’all smmmm! love y’all lots!! <3 ari <3” - ariana’s tweet 🥺 (that she posts in four different languages lol; english, korean, japanese, and french !!)

(SHE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART IM LITERALLY CRINGHMNHJDJGKM)

then ariana and byakuya finally go to sleep (it’s like 1am now jesus christ-), and ariana’s twitter notifications are still blowing tf up lmao

n e ways, that ends this behemoth of a post !! happy birthday to my baby, ariana park and even though she doesn’t exist (😕), i hope she enjoys it to the fullest !!

bonus !!

if she has a public appearance scheduled before or on her birthday, if fans are allowed to attend, they sing “happy birthday” to her whenever they see her !!

like, she could be entering a building and they would sing it, and then she could exit a few hours later & they’ll sing it again lol

ariana’s just like, “babes, you already sang this to me earlier !!”

when it comes to her “more important” birthdays (although her birthdays are always important)—such as her 18th, 20th, or 21st birthdays—ariana will throw quite a big party. like there would be a bunch of celebrities and popular society figures on the list,,, it would be a whole spectacle that the average person could only dream of getting into lmao (like me, ofc 🚶🏽‍♀️)

when ari was a child, her parents would throw a birthday party for her nearly every year lol,,, and while they were living in korea together, they would have dinner with nearly their entire family, too

(she always got two cakes, too,,, like it’s just kinda tradition for the park family at this point lol)

since ariana and jungkook (from bts) share the same birthday, either one of them message each other to wish each other a happy birthday !! ari also sends him a gift, while jungkook posts said gift on twitter and probably fanboys,,, i have a feeling that he would be a fan of her and her dramas,,, as well as the rest of bts

(they have each other’s numbers because ariana is a korean celebrity and they’ve attended events together on multiple occasions,,, ofc she and bts know each other lmao)

and i forgot to mention, but haruka would totally watch ariana’s birthday vlive if she didn’t have practice or something,,, probably sending as many messages as she can & aggressively hearting the live lmao,,, that girl really is ariana’s biggest fan SKJMNNFJMK

i also forgot to mention that JH entertainment (ariana’s agency) releases photos from a birthday photo shoot that they did with her !! they have different themes every year and they’re always so cute :((

they’re also taken prior to ariana’s actually birthday, especially since she’s always in japan now lol (but like,,, how do people not notice her going back and forth between korea & japan sometimes-)

(also, big verified accounts and celebrities on twitter & instagram wishing ariana a happy birthday >>>>>)

(celebrity tingz 🤪)

n e ways, now i’m done !! happy birthday, ari ilysm <3

(the character of haruka togami belongs to @raes-ramblings, btw !!)

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Pinky Promise | Christmas Bonus Chapter

Before we get started, I just wanted to thank you guys again for 100 followers!! I love you all so much and i hope you have, or are having a great Holiday!!! This was my first time writing a kiss scene so im sorry if it seems akward or poorly written!!!! Enjoy!!

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Scraps of wrapping paper littered your room as you finished wrapping presents for Takanobu. It had taken you ages to figure out what to get for the gentle giant since he never really showed interest in anything but volleyball and his pet turtle, Ichigo. Well, that was until the two of you took a trip to the closest shopping mall to get some last-minute Christmas presents.

It had just turned noon as you and your boyfriend entered the shopping mall for some last-minute Christmas shopping. As expected the mall was packed, it was nearing Christmas after all, so you held onto Takanobu’s hand so you wouldn’t get separated from each other.

“Nobu! Look at this charm!” you and the giant were in some store when you held up a small turtle charm, “It looks like the one I gave to you when we were in elementary school! I still can believe we lost it on a field trip, it was so cute.”

If you hadn’t known him like you did, you would’ve missed the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, “I still feel bad about losing that…” he signed before walking away to look at something on a shelf. The first birthday party of Takanobu’s you went to was in elementary school, the year you had met him. You had gotten him a keychain with a turtle charm on it since you knew he loved them. He loved it and always had it on him, whether it was clipped on his school bag or in his pocket, he always found a way to keep it with him. A few years later, during your last year of elementary school, he had lost the keychain on a school field trip, that was the first time you had seen him cry. He loved that keychain more than anything and he had lost it, it felt like he lost a part of you, the part that he could take anywhere.

You knew that he had kept looking at the keychain, so while he was in a different store, you quickly bought the keychain and hid it in your bag. You knew he would love it, and you might even get a kiss out of the shy boy.

You heard your phone go off next to you, signaling that it was almost time to get to the Christmas party that Shoyo was throwing. Since he and Takanobu were close, you of course got close to him as well, meaning that you two were always invited to get-togethers and parties. You quickly tucked the small box into your bag before checking yourself out in the mirror, making sure that you looked as good as you did when you first got ready. The oversized sweater hanging off one of your shoulders, the black leggings that framed your legs, and your black boots that waited for you at the front door.

“Nobu! It’s time to go!” you yelled from your shared bedroom before rushing out to the living room, “oh good, you’re already down here. Do you have your Secret Santa gift ready?” Shoyo had decided that a Secret Santa would be better than having to worry about getting everyone gifts, and you had luckily drawn Takanobu while he had drawn Shoyo. 

“I’m ready when you are.” he signed standing from where he sat on the couch, a box covered in wrapping paper. “Where is your Secret Santa gift?” he pointed to your empty hands.

Laughing, you take the small box out of your bag to show him, “It’s right here Nobu, now get your shoes on, we’re going to be late.” you looked at the clock on the wall before quickly putting on your boots, watching Takanobu do the same before heading out of the apartment and towards the parking lot.

The drive to Shoyo and Kageyama’s shared apartment was quick and one the both of you knew well. And the path to the door was even quicker, the two of you entering the apartment.

“Y/N, Aone! I’m glad you guys could make it, we were just about to start the Secret Santa exchange.” Shoyo led the two of you to a familiar living room where Kageyama, Nishinoya, and Bokuto were(Tsukishima didn’t come because of the crowd), “Alright, who wants to give out there present first?”

“I can go!” Bokuto said with his normal amount of enthusiasm, “The person I got was Kageyama. I didn’t really know what to get, so Akaashi helped me.” he gave the ravenette a soft-looking present, “I hope you like it!” Bokuto said with a blinding smile.

Kageyama tore away the wrapping paper before laughing. In his hands sat a blanket with milk cartons on it, “Bokuto, this is… I love it thank you.” the ravenette wrapped the blanket around himself, “Funnily enough, I got you Bokuto, so here.” Kageyama passed a neatly wrapped box to the other.

Bokuto practically shredded the pretty blue and white wrapping paper before opening the box beneath it. You all slightly leaned towards Bokuto to get a glimpse at what Kageyama had gotten him, “This is epic!!!” he held up a golden trophy with something engraved in it, “It says “The Worlds Best Ace And The Worlds Thickest Ass” on it!!! That’s amazing!!” the entire room laughed along with the enthusiastic man.

“I guess I’m next then.” Nishinoya spoke when everyone had finally calmed down, “For the second prettiest person in the room, I still hold first place of course.” he teased as he passed you a, not so neatly, wrapped box before winking at you, “I already know you’ll love it.”

You laughed taking the gift from the former libero, unwrapping it to reveal a framed picture of you and Date Techs boys volleyball club from when you were in high school. It had been so long since you had seen everyone, and you missed them, more than you’d like to admit, “Noya, how did you...” tears pricked the corners of your eyes, “I love it, so much. Thank you.” you whipped your eyes as you let Tankanobu take the photo into his hands.

Shoyo went next, handing Nishinoya a Christmas themed bag, “I didn’t want to ask Kageyama for help wrapping it, so you get a bog instead.” He laughed, scratching the back of his neck.

Nishinoya eagerly opened the bag, taking out a sweater, “another to add to my collection! “Kurasuno’s Guardian Angel” Man, this takes me back to the old days of high school!” He turned the sweater around so the rest of you could see it, “Thanks Shoyo!!” 

Takanobu cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention, “I can go now, this is for you Shoyo. I hope you like it.” He signed before handing Shoyo a lumpy gift, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Shoyo unwrapped the gift to reveal new kneepads and new volleyball shoes, “How did you know I need new shoes and kneepads? You noticed when we did our weekly practice together didn’t you? Thank Aone-Kun! I’ll start using them as soon as possible!” Shoyo smiled wide, flashing everyone with a blinding smile.

Finally, your turn, and boy were you ready. You turned to face your boyfriend, pulling the small package out of your bag, handing it to him, “It’s smaller than everyone else’s, but I think you’ll like it just as much. I hope.” you smiled warmly, a small blush dusting your cheeks.

He carefully unwrapped the small gift before looking at you with a shocked expression that turned into a smile. He held up the small turtle keychain. The others looked at the two of you with confused looks, unaware of the significance of the keychain.

“When we were in little I got us matching key chains, but Nobu lost his on a field trip in our last year of elementary school.” You explained, “He was so upset when he lost it, I think that was the first time I ever saw him cry. This one looks exactly like the one he lost, so now we match again. It’s kinda silly, but I think he likes it.” you said giving him a peck on the cheek, your cheeks now rightfully pink.

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“Hey Y/N! Can you and Aone-Kun go grab some more cups from the kitchen for me?” You heard Shoyo call from across the room, “I would but Bokuto-Kungot his finger stuck in the sink again.”

“It’s no problem Shoyo, we’ll be right back!” you called before taking Takanobu by the hand towards the kitchen. Once you arrived you grabbed a pack of plastic red cups from the counter, “Who knew six people could use so many cups?” you joked before walking back to the main room where the party was being held. But instead of being met with the sight of Nishinoya and Kageyama laughing at poor Bokuto, you were met with everyone snickering at the two of you. “Do I have something on my face? Does Nobu?” They shook their heads as Bokuto pointed above your heads. A mistletoe.

“That means you two have to kiss!!” Bokuto shouted with a smile plastered across his face, “Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss!!!” he chanted, the others joining in.

“How about it Nobu? Shall we give them what they want?” you nudged him with your elbow, a smile on your face as Takanobu nodded, “Then come here.” You pulled him down to you buy his shirt collar, pressing your lips to yours. 

The kiss was slow, your lips connecting like puzzle pieces. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. Both of you felt like the only people in the world, well that was until you heard Nishinoya whistle at the two of you, Bokuto and the others cheering.

Takanobu was the one to pull away first, pressing his forehead to yours, “Merry Christmas my love.” He spoke, shocking not only you but the others as well, “I love you.”

“I love you too Nobu.” You pecked his lips again before hugging him, pulling him closer to you.

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Heavens Love || Reggie x reader

Chapter four of ‘Heavens Love’ 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 5 

A/N: OOooOo we back! Enjoy!

Word count: 3k

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You walked up to your locker and put your code in. Once you had all your books, someone tapped your shoulder, making you turn around quickly. To your surprise, it was Carrie. She pointed at something not too far away and left. You arched your brow but looked at where she had pointed. 

It was Julie, singing in the middle of the hallway, doing some amazing dance. You wanted to stop her, so she didn't embarrass herself. But you couldn't move. You could tell she didn't mind, or she didn't notice. Either way, you stared at her like everyone else. Her eyes were closed and she had a huge smile on her face.  

You leaned on your locker with a smirk, when she came to get her books. She gave a small smile and took her headphones out. A boy who you had seen once or twice, tapped her shoulder.  

'Are you done?' visible confusion could be seen on her face. You suppressed a laugh. ' Can I have those back?' he pointed towards Julie's back pocket. 

'Oh..' she grabbed them and gave them to the guy. She turned on her heels and faced her locker once again. You and Julie were both laughing and you could hear Flynn running up to you both. 

'Omg Julie!' she smiled. 

'Whats up?'

'Nothing, glad to see you back to your…weirdo self' You laughed

Julie rolled her shoulders and gave a small chuckle 'Thanks?'

Flynn playfully rolled her eyes 'So, how's the band? Still hot? Still talented? Still..dead?' 

You put your head in your hands. 'Flynn..' you couldn't help but laugh a little. 'They can't be… undead'

Flynn shrugged her shoulders 'We're undead' you blinked once or twice. What goes on in this kids brain? Is all you could think.

Julie looked between both you and Flynn. 'Anywayssss, Luke and I spent all weekend writing songs… wanna hear some of them?' 

'Duh!' you and Flynn both said. Julie nodded her head and you both walked towards the music room. On your way there you saw Carrie form the corner of your eye. You gave a small wave but she didn't seem to notice, instead she was looking at something or someone in front of you. You stopped in your tracks and followed her gaze. Your eyes went big once you realized who she was looking at.

'Could be nothing' you tried to reassure yourself. You ran to the music room, to make sure you didn't miss any of Julie's music playing. 

'So this is-' 

'I'M HERE!' You shouted while panting a bit. You weren't the greatest at running you had it admit. Flynn smiled and Julie cleared her throat. 

'Right, here's the first song them and I wrote.' she sat down at the piano. 'Here's some of the chorus' she started playing and you smiled. It was amazing and had a fun beat to it. 

'Wow! I like it! Def Gaga vibes' Flynn stated. You nodded your head to show you agreed. Julie smiled. 

'Now um...here's something me and my mom were working on' Your smile faltered a little. She started playing once again and once again, you love it. You could tell Julie worked hard to get it right. 

'thats- that's beautiful' You and Flynn said at the same time. 

'Now,' Flynn smirked at Julie, changing the subject. 'You have a crush. And this name is Luke.'

'And he's a ghost!' you finished her sentence and Flynn pointed towards you. Julie's mouth fell agape.

'What? No! Luke's a ghost.' she stated, but you knew Flynn wasn't having any of it.  

'A cute ghost.' Flynn stated.

Julie scrunched her nose up. 'with a perfect smile.' she finally gave in.

'Ha! We knew it's you said to Julie while Flynn high fives you but missed. You rubbed your shoulder where she accidentally hit you and she gave a quite sorry. 

Flynn looked back at Julie, you doing the same. 'Just don't get hurt'

'Obviously you guys have a connection' you added. 

'Everyone’s been talking about when you're going to play again' Flynn put her hand on her hip and took out her phone. 

'Lucky for youuu…' You waited for Flynn to finish.

'Your marketing team has been way ahead of it.' Flynn smirked and gave a small flick of her hair.  

'I… I don't have a marketing team.' Julie gave you both a confused look. 

'Yes you do!' you pulled out a flyer from your backpack and Flynn did some jazz hands.

'No wait-' 

'it's all over the school!' before Julie could protest again Flynn's phone buzzed. 'Sorry, it already has 66 likes' you. Shook your head with a smile.  You and Flynn walked don't, leaving Julie behind. You could hear her telling you guys to wait and you both just laughed. 

As you all walked down the hallway to get to your class, you once again saw Carrie. She didn't seem to care that you were walking past. She was busy on her phone, like always, but you could tell something was different. 

'Guys, go without me, I gotta do something.' Both girls looked at you but nodded their heads. You waved goodbye and turned around to go see Carrie. She was walking towards the bathroom and you knew this was  going to be so awkward.

You walked into the light pink washroom and stood in front of a mirror. You waited a couple of seconds and soon enough Carrie walked out. She gave you a small glare, but it seemed fake. 

'Carrie, you don't need to pretend it's just me and you. Nobody else.'

She licked her lips and thought for a moment. She sighed and nodded her head. 

‘Hi Y/N’ she mumbled and turned to look at herself in the mirror. 

You nodded your head slightly and looked around. ‘So, I uh, I saw you staring at-’

‘Don’t’ Carrie quickly interrupted. ‘Its nothing. I don’t- i don’t like her’ She looked like she was going to cry. ‘Even if I-i did, she’d n-never like me’ 

You gave her a sad look and opened her arms. She practically ran into them, her arms around your neck. She smelt good, like honey and sugar. Her cold wet tears were hitting the cloth on your shoulder. Every single one slowly crept through the fabric, making your shoulder wet. After a while she let go and stepped back. She gave you a small smile and rubbed her eyes.

‘Sorry’ She sniffed. You shook your head and gave her a small toothy grin.

‘Don’t be… i’m sure she likes you to’ To be honest you had no idea if Flynn did. She’s never been one to talk about who she likes. She’d never even spread Carrie a glance after… the thing happened. 

‘Maybe…’ Before either of you could say anything else, the bell rang. You both walked out of the bathroom and went  your separate ways. The whole time you were walking to your class, you couldn’t stop thinking about...everything. There was Luke and Julie, Willy and Alex, Flynn and Carrie and You and Reggie. Too many people were falling in love.

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‘I wasn't in love with the idea at first as well, but it'll be a great way to up our following.�� Julie was watering the plants, while you, Luke and Reggie stood around the piano. Reggie gently put the paper down and nodded his head a bit.

‘Ya, ya! We can play wherever we can and whenever we can’ Reggie stated and a smile had grown on his face. 

‘And then, you guys put out a new album!’ You said happily and Reggie snapped his fingers and pointed at Julie. 

‘Than release a country album’ You shook your head. ‘That does surprisingly well’ He turned towards you but you keep shaking your head. Julie gave Reggie a look and Luke looked a little disgusted. ‘I shred on the banjo so...’ Reggie shrugged his shoulders and acted like it was no big deal.

‘Then i'll  learn how to play the fiddle,’ You said jokingly and Reggie gave you a side hug. 

‘And before you know it, we're being inducted into the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame.’ Luke gazed into the distance. He snapped out of it once Reggie started talking. 

‘But one of us isn't there’ you stared at him, half confused, half emmussed. ‘ Because we had a blowout in 2032. My moneys on Alex, he's just to sensitive.’ he shrugged his shoulders and you laughed quietly. 

‘Let’s get rehearsing!’ Luke pushed himself off the piano and spun on his heels. You turned around but remembered Alex wasn't there. Julie must have read your mind cause the next thing she said was exactly what you were going to say.

‘Wheres Alex?’

‘We can start without him.. He’ll be back soon’ Luke reassured you all. You leaned against something and watched them all get ready. Reggie gave you a wink and they all started playing. You blushed and looked at the ground for a few seconds. 

Once you lifted your head again, you heard a poof and Alex was suddenly through the door.

‘Hey Y/N’ you smiled and gave him a wave. 

‘Dude, where have you been?’ Luke stopped playing and let his guitar dangle. ‘We need to practice.’

‘Oh, really?’ Alex looked at Julie, his eyebrows scrunched together. ‘For what?’ 

Before anyone could answer, the door opened only to reveal Flynn. She was wearing her vibrant pink beanie, her lock necklace and the jean jacket you gave to her last year.

‘Dance news!’ she practically screamed while doing some weird pose. ‘I don't have a date but, I'm so psyched to see you guys perform!’ 

‘Oh man! We're playing a dance?’ Alex whined and looked at the guys. 

‘Course, man’ Luke sat on a red chair. ‘That's how we get a following nowadays’

‘Ya, get with the program Alex’ Julie mocked and Luke playfully scoffed. Flynn looked at you and Julie.  

‘What? They guys are here?’ she tutted and flipped her hair casually.’Hey guys!’ she waved in the opposite direction.

‘Other way, sweetie’ you said, giving her a taunting smirk. Oh was all she said and turned to wave at them. All  of them waved back, not that she could tell.

‘OK, well, now that Alex has graced us with his presence-’ you cut Luke off.

‘You should start practicing!’ You threw your hands in the air and Julie looked amused. ‘Wanna stick around?’ You turned around and asked Flynn. 

‘Im supposed to blow up 500 balloons for the school dance..’ she sighed but smiled. ‘This sounds way more fun though’ you all laughed. 

‘Hey Julie!’ Carlos walked into the studio and you heard Luke sigh. ‘Remember those orbs in dad's pictures? I...I think their ghosts.’ You turned to the boys with wide eyes, them doing the same to you. 

‘But don't worry!’ He slammed the pictures onto the piano. ‘ This room is...is’ he did a whole 360. ‘This room is clean. I'm not getting the ghost tinglies’ He whispered the last part like it was a secret. 

‘Wrong again little dude’ You all gave Reggie an amused look. Suddenly Carlos started yelling. 

‘Have no fear! If they come back I will protect you! Because I am the man of this house!’ Carlos stated, looking proud of himself.

‘Isn't dad the man of the house?’ Julie asked. 

‘There can be two’ they both chuckled. ‘Dad needs all the help he can get right? Now, according to the internet, salt burns their souls out.’ Everyone turned towards each other with panic written all over their faces. ‘A little sprinkle will keep them from ever coming here’ He threw it everywhere and some landed on Alex.

‘No! Oh! Oh god im…’ he looked at his hands. ‘Im fine. I'm totally fine.’ he raised his head with a proud smile. 

‘Oh! Carlos you know who's hungry? Me and...Y/N. Why don't you salt us a path to the kitchen’ You gave Flynn a look and shook your head. 

‘No, I need to-’ before you could continue, Carlos took your arm and started dragging you along, while salting a path. 

‘Don't worry Y/N you won't miss much!’ Your boyfrie- Reggie yelled behind you.

@tclerateit @sarcasticallywitty15 @killingbxys @calltothewild @well-hes-just-too-cute​ 

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hawksweek2020 - Day 5: Insecurities

@hawksweek2020

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Pretty Bird

(or: someone just give him a hug please im begging you)

It had been eight months since the Winged Hero Hawks had made his debut. The spotlights hadn’t let up since then, and he hadn’t stopped moving.

At his first hero ranking, he’d already made the top twenty, popularity polls adding a huge bonus to the sheer number of successful rescues he’d already pulled off with seeming ease. And it was easy, to him. Saving people came as naturally as breathing after all the training he’d gone through.

 Charming the masses? That was also easy. A smile that was just smug enough to make him interesting, and just warm enough to have people believe he was genuine. Words that sounded a little too blunt but were carefully picked and made the public love him for his honesty. A wink thrown in at the right time, a strategic placement of his wings in front of the cameras. All of that had been training.

 This was just another one of those things, another side of hero work that he hadn’t experienced before but should have been fine with.

He should have.

So why exactly did he find himself hiding away in a storage closet?

Well.

Fuck.

Keigo pulled his wings tighter around himself and tried to count to ten under his breath. He got to seven before there was a knock on the door.

 “Kid?”

Ah, shit. They knew where he was.

Of course he was already going to have to answer for running out and messing up the schedule the way he had, and he didn’t even know how long he’d been here, but he still didn’t want to be talked to.

 “Go ‘way!” he called back, and his voice sounded way too shaky and not enough like his hero persona at all. “I’m fine! I just need a minute!”

 A pause. “… Hawks.” The voice was softer now. He knew he’d heard it before, but his panicked mind wasn’t supplying him with anything. “Can I come in if I close the door behind me?”

 Keigo furrowed his brows. Why would she do that? Wasn’t she here to drag him back out? But saying no would probably make them break down the door or something. He twisted the feather he’d kept stuck in the lock around until he felt it click open.

 He straightened up where he was sitting in between a bunch of nondescript storage crates and cleaning supplies, his wings folded neatly against his back even though he just wanted to curl them around his body again.

 The door opened a moment later, and Keigo could have slapped himself for not recognizing Midnight’s voice when she’d been outside the door.

She must have had a photoshoot here today, too. He vaguely remembered that this was supposed to be the place where she most often did her modelling work. She was in her hero costume, though lacking her usual accessories, and she was holding the shirt that he’d left when he’d hurried out of the studio.

 He caught it when she tossed it at him and freed his wings of feathers for a moment so he could pull it on, slotting them back in place after.

“… thanks.” He flashed Midnight one of his trademark smiles, and from her furrowed brow she wasn’t buying it in the least.

 Keigo wondered just how much of a persona she was putting on for her hero work, and how much of it was real. There was no way all this 18+ nonsense could be her entire personality.

 Keigo thought she was fun to watch, sure, and definitely capable, but she’d always seemed very… fake to him. There were just some heroes who were so obviously playing a role, and unfortunately a lot of the female pros who were being pushed into the ‘sexy lady hero’ stereotype came across like that. Keigo was always glad he was a man, or this might have very well been his fate.

And he’d proven today that he was not cut out for that.

 Midnight kicked one of the crates aside and sat down on top of it, one leg over the other, and watching him closely.

“First model shoot?” she asked, “They can be a little awkward.”

 Keigo sighed and dropped his smile, shrugging a shoulder. “It’s not… I’m good at what I do.” That sounded very defensive. But he was! He was good at this! He had no problem with the posing, even though he hadn’t exactly practiced that before. It had actually been a lot of fun, in the beginning.

 “I didn’t say you weren’t,” Midnight pointed out, “Just that it can be awkward. I’ve been doing this since I was your age, and don’t tell anyone, but that was a while ago.” She winked at him and Keigo huffed a laugh. “But, even for me it can get… a bit much at times.”

 Keigo looked back at her with more intent this time, studying her face. Did she enjoy what she did? Well, she had picked her own brand, and she got more choice in what she did than he ever had, but she’d also picked that brand as a teenager. Playing into the R-rated hero thing got her a lot of fans, of course, and modelling contracts, and adult merch, and a ton of other things, so it had been a clever move for her career. But to constantly be seen like this? Keigo nearly shuddered at the thought.

 Midnight met his eyes and smiled, a little more gentle, and Keigo remembered that she, in fact, was also a high school teacher. “Don’t look at me like that, bird boy. I love what I do. It’s normal to get overwhelmed. Happens to the best of us. Just last week, I witnessed Present Mic screaming into a pillow for almost ten whole minutes.”

 Keigo pulled one of his wings across his lap and smoothed out some feathers. They’d been groomed extensively before the shoot, but he’d gone and gotten them all ruffled up again. “… is the pillow okay?” he asked after a moment.

 Midnight snorted. “That’s what we keep Eraser around for.”

 Would Keigo ever have any real friends among other heroes? He sure hoped so. He had never really had the opportunity to make friends.

 He looked down at his wing. “… I don’t like being on camera shirtless.” And in a room full of people, too. He pulled up his shoulders a little. “I mean. I know I’m objectively hot, right? This is all… very marketable.” He gestured down at his body, and then at his face.

 He'd been lucky to grow up attractive, he’d been told that many times. And yet.

“It doesn’t make sense. I just… they didn’t warn me beforehand, and so when they told me to, I just took it off and I started feeling worse.”

Letting go of his wing, he instead traced his fingers along his chest, where there weren’t even visible scars. “It’s stupid.”

 “The way you feel about your body is never stupid,” Midnight said, voice surprisingly firm.

Keigo jerked his eyes up to look at her.

“It’s unreasonable. I should be fine with it. Plenty of people are gonna look at these photos, and they’re not gonna think ‘oh, look at Hawks, he’s way too skinny to be attractive’ or ‘he’s tiny, how’s he supposed to save people’ or ‘hey, doesn’t Hawks look kinda like a girl?’. That’s just me thinking that.” He waved a hand in the air vaguely and sighed, feathers fluffing up as he did so.

 Midnight was still watching him. Keigo hated it. She seemed to be seeing right through him, and he himself didn’t even know what she was seeing.

“I have a feeling it won’t help any if I say I think you’re cute,” she finally said, “Because this is about you. This isn’t going to change, no matter how many crazy fans in the streets scream that they’d love to have your babies.” She paused. “Or… eggs.”

 Keigo couldn’t help the surprised laugh, and he tried to give her a half-glare. “I’m pretty sure I’d have perfectly human babies, thanks.”

 “I’ll believe that when you prove it,” Midnight teased, and Keigo realized she’d done that very much on purpose to distract him from his doom and gloom.

 She was a pretty good hero, he decided. The best heroes had to be the ones who knew how to help other heroes, and not just civilians. “I should probably get back out there and finish the shoot, huh?” he asked, glancing at the door.

 Midnight clicked her tongue. “Or you walk out there, apologize, and fly home like a good boy.” She met his eyes and winked, and Keigo blushed maybe a little bit, though he would deny that to his dying day. That was just how she was though, and her flirty nature was enough to keep him somewhat grounded and from letting his thoughts spiral again.

 “… I have responsibilities,” he protested half-heartedly, though home sounded very good right now. He hadn’t been living in the apartment long, but it was his and it was safe. He didn’t have to be Hawks there.

 Midnight waved a hand at him. “They must’ve gotten a bunch of pictures they can use. You’ve been here all morning, and it’s almost four now.”

 That late? Oh, shit. Keigo had a patrol at six. He’d need to pick up some food on the way. But, hey, at least patrol was going to make him feel less shitty about himself. He stood up and brushed himself off. “You’re probably right, Midnight. Thanks.”

 Midnight got to her feet as well, and Keigo nudged her arm with his wing.

“Kayama is fine, you know? No need to be all formal with the hero names.”

 Keigo never liked when this happened. He shifted. “I prefer Hawks.”

 Midnight’s gaze was too knowing, but he didn’t think that she knew the full extent of why he didn’t use his other name.

“Hawks it is, then. It’s a good hero name anyway. Very catchy.” She nodded her approval, and he smiled as he moved past her – only to be stopped by her hand wrapping around his wrist.

 “Okay, I know you barely know me, but I want you to listen to me. Because you’re just a kid, and you’re taking your first steps into this mess of a professional world. Are you listening?”

 Keigo nodded.

 Midnight’s gaze was serious. “No one can tell you who to be, Hawks. No one can tell you what to do with who you are, either. You want to save people, you’re good at that. You clearly don’t like this aspect of it all, and that’s fine. Not everyone is born for this. Being a hero isn’t about looking sexy, or letting them treat you like a piece of meat. It’s about finding danger and facing it to keep others from getting hurt. And you’re doing that. So you can damn well decline any of these publicity engagements that have you doing things you’re uncomfortable with. They’ll tell you to just go through with it, and not make a fuss, but they’re wrong, okay? Set up your boundaries now, because you’re allowed to. Do you hear me? You’re allowed to.”

 Keigo nodded again, a little dazed from her intensity. Or maybe her quirk. But she wasn’t using it right now.

 Midnight let go of his wrist, and placed both hands on his shoulders. “I look forward to seeing more of what you can do. Up in the sky, not on some advertisement for a product neither of us is ever even going to use.” She raised a hand and put a finger under his chin, forcing his head up a little. “Now, don’t look like a scared little bird that’s just been a cat’s plaything for the past ten minutes. Or else there’ll be rumors about the two of us and this closet.” She laughed, and Keigo swallowed.

 “Uh… yeah. Okay. Okay.” He was very off kilter now. Did she have that effect on everyone?

 Midnight looked him over, and then gave a satisfied nod. “Good. Now, remember that you’re an ass kicking, whip smart, devastatingly handsome young man, and get out there.”

 Keigo blinked at her, stood still for another second or so, and then turned and opened the door, his shoulders set, and the weight of his wings still heavy on his back.

He couldn’t wait to spread them again and get back to doing his actual job.

[cruddykawa]

Sugawara x Reader | Assigned

uhhh ok ive been on a like writing marathon if u couldnt tell bc im just trying to not study for finals and basically im filling my brain with fluff instead of actual material that will lead to me to grad which is in like 4 days woohooo im literally this close to finishing undergrad pray for mi in these hard times lfmaooo

i got this off a scenario list thing where basically your seats are assigned next to each other lol 

sugawara x reader

word count: 1188

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You somehow managed to make it to the venue for the wedding ceremony in time. You had nearly run here, in fear that you’d would be late to your friend’s wedding. You guessed going to gym more frequently made up for something because when you checked your phone you managed to be 15 minutes early.

Thankfully, the seats were assigned, so having to find a chair wouldn’t be a struggle. You quickly checked the seating chart and headed to your row. Once you found your seat, you settled down next to a silver-haired man. While looking at all the extravagant decorations in awe, the man next to you said, “I wonder how much money they spent on this whole event.”

You looked at him a little wide eyed and then laughed, “I was actually thinking the same thing.”

He smiled at you and introduced himself, “I’m Sugawara Koushi.”

You introduced yourself and asked, “How do you know the couple?”

“I was classmates with the groom in high school. We played volleyball together.” he answered, “You?”

“I know the bride through our club in university.” You smiled, “I heard that Daichi played volleyball in high school.”

“Ahh, our fearful captain.” Sugawara smirked.

You broke out in laughter, “Fearful? I don’t know Daichi that well, but I’ve never seen him as scary!”

“You’d be surprised.” Sugawara replied.

The two of you were looking each other in the eye, but then his eyes went up to your hair. You worriedly asked, “Is there anything wrong with my hair?”

He pointed to the left side of your head and said, “Just right there. There’s a couple of stray hairs sticking out. You attempted to fix your hair, but you felt yourself making it worse. Sugawara chuckled, “Here.”

He gently brushed his fingers through your hair and was able to fix the stray hairs. You could feel your cheeks turn red, and you thanked him. He smiled, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I probably should’ve checked myself in the bathroom before coming into the ceremony hall.” You admitted, “I was actually scared that I’d be late, so I nearly ran here.”

“Well, other than those stray hairs, I’d say you look great.” Sugawara complimented.

“Thank you!” you smiled.

Soon after the ceremony started, and the two of you headed to the reception together. Both of you looked at the chart, and Sugawara pointed out, “We’re sitting next to each other again!”

You looked to see where his fingers were, and you nodded, “I’m glad about that because, frankly, I don’t know too many people here.”

“I’ll introduce you to the old Karasuno volleyball team because it looks like we’ve all been placed at the same table.” He laughed.

The two of you headed your designated table and sat next to each other. Sugawara immediately started to introduce you to his old high school classmates. After the first dance, dinner was served. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw them all interact. You asked Sugawara, “Do you guys hang out frequently?”

He looked at you and said, “Well, this is actually the first time we’ve all been together other since high school. It’s hard to meet up altogether since some of us have really busy schedules.”

Sugawara pointed at the people he called Hinata and Kageyma, “They’re on the national volleyball team! Kageyama learned everything he knows from me!”

The tall and brown-haired person next to Sugawara, introduced to you as Asahi, burst out in laughter, “Sure. That’s where Kageyama learned it all from.”

You cocked your head in confusion and but joined in laughing, “It’s great to see that you guys still get along so well with each other despite it being such a long time.”

Sugawara looked at you and grinned agreeably.

The bride and groom were making their rounds around the tables, and they soon reached the one that you were all sitting at. Sugawara playfully punched Daichi in the gut and laughed, “Congratulations!”

Daichi slightly groaned in pain but beamed, “Thank you! I’m so glad you all could make it.”

Daichi and the rest of the table were catching up in each other’s lives, and you were talking to your friend, the bride. You smiled, “You look so beautiful today.”

“I’d say you don’t look too shabby yourself.” She looked at Sugawara behind you with a cheeky smile, “So how are you and Sugawara getting along?”

You felt a blush rise up to your cheeks, “I knew us sitting together at the ceremony and reception wasn’t a coincidence.”

Your friend stuck her tongue out, “As soon as I met Sugawara, I knew you two would get along. So, how’s it going?”

“Not half bad, to be honest.”  You cleared your throat, “He’s really funny and cute.”

Your friend clapped her hands together, “I’m so glad!”

You tried to stop her cheering, “Well, we don’t know if he thinks the same way about me, so let’s not get carried away.”

“Whatever,” your friend rolled her eyes, “anyways, there’s an open bar, so grab some drinks.”

“I don’t want to say that I came for the open bar, but I am glad there is one.” You grinned.

Your friend looked at Daichi, “We gotta visit the rest of the tables, but trust me, I wanna come back and talk also! But we have to do our duties first!” Your friend pulled Daichi by the arm and smiled, “We’ll see you guys in a bit!”

The table waved to the newlyweds, and Sugawara asked, “So, what did you guys talk about?”

“Nothing really…” You awkwardly chuckled, “Other than the open bar, which I’m probably going to visit like now.”

Sugawara stood up from his chair, “I’ll go with you!”

You grabbed a drink and soon the music started to play causing everyone to dance. You pulled Sugawara onto the dance floor with you, and the two of you were dancing together.

The both of you decided to take a break from dancing and sit at your table. After you had a couple of drinks from the bar, you already felt yourself start to loosen up. “You’ll never believe how much thought went into us being sat together.”” you began, “My friend assigned both of our seating arrangements because she thought we would be a good match for each other.”

Sugawara looked at Daichi and the bride who were definitely spectating your guys’ interaction, but as soon as he spotted them, they moved their gazes away from them. He chuckled, “Frankly, I’m not surprised if Daichi had some sort of hand in it.”

“Well, do you think they were right about us?” you curiously asked.

Sugawara looked at you with a coy smile, “Maybe we can talk about it over coffee after this wedding.”

feel free to request scenarios in my ask~

[mirohed]

park seonghwa | the trouble with twenty

pairing: park seonghwa + fem!reader (theres ONE mention of the reader being female im kinda mad i thought this was gender neutral the whole time)

wc: 3.0k

genre: fluff and angst (but the fluff wins)

warning: mentions of death

concept: when you fall in love with someone that isn’t your soulmate, you give a piece of your soul to them; failure to find your soulmate before running out of soul to give results in one’s death + you stop physically aging when you hit the age of twenty.

a/n: ok holy shit i ,, never finish my wips 99% of the time so im glad this could b the 1% !! s/o to @akokj @cheelix @lvryeol @trulyjaehyuk & finally a big big thank you to one of my irls who’s been w it since its beginnings in early january SDHJS

The universe, you find, seems to work in mysterious ways; you meet your first boyfriend in high school. The both of you are wide-eyed teenagers with no sense of how love works, but it's fine as long as you're together. It's Jongho that sits across from you at the diner and sips from your shared milkshake. It's Jongho that takes you to drive-in theaters and plants a nervous kiss to your lips on the ride home.

It's a sweet love that blooms in the summer, a whirlwind sweeping you higher and higher, and you relish the view. Being with him comes with this sweet, bubbling feeling ("Like soda?" he had joked one afternoon) that begins in the pit of your stomach, spreading outward until you sport matching carefree grins and aching cheeks.

The year is 1939, and you're on the cusp of your nineteenth birthday when all that has gone up begins to come crashing down.

You're about to fall asleep one night when you sit up, a sharp pain shooting through your whole body. You know what this feeling is; you've had to help Jongho through it when he went through the same thing.

Everyone says losing a part of one's soul is both a tragedy and an expected outcome. You've always maintained the opinion that the universe enacts its own cruel, unusual punishment on those who love anyone besides their fated partner. Those you love more than life itself are the ones who end up killing you.

Loving Jongho burns. It sears your whole body with an inhuman heat, and your mouth opens in a silent, pained scream.

And just as quickly as it had come, the pain vanishes, leaving a faint heat under your skin.

You turn nineteen. You still live in the same town you were born in. You reexamine your life.

Growing old isn't for you; too much to do, too much to see. You're meant for things greater than wasting away as his housewife and nursing his children.

A few nights later, you disappear with nothing but a few bags, whatever fuel remains in your car, and the road ahead to keep you company.

You wish you could say you lose track of time from there, but you don't. Time passes, and the world patches itself from years of war and anger. You return to what could be considered the new normal a little hardened from harrowing times, but otherwise no worse for wear.

You spend time with others — enough to break a few hearts. The feeling of new life, pieces of other people’s souls, being breathed into skin that grows older is a high unlike any other. You push down any thoughts of love, running from town to town the second things feel too real for you. Your body stops aging, and it’s a little jarring at first, but you grow used to seeing a twenty-year-old you in the mirror, even as you age far past it.

Your friends and family are still alive and well. You write to them sometimes, letters with no return address. You know your family wants you back, wants you to find the one your soul aches for, wants you tied down. You tried to understand it, you really did, but all it got you were sympathetic looks and a divide that wedges itself deeper and deeper and deeper.

At some point you realize that the letters you wrote, once full of emotion, have become monotonous, mere updates with no real commentary. You stop writing them.

The transition from summer's vivid green to autumn's dusty orange marks your arrival in a new town. You're idly swirling a drink in your hands when you lock eyes with a leather-clad young man from across the bar.

It's 1953 when you meet Mingi. He's exhilaration, speeding down empty land on a motorcycle he keeps pristine. He's everything your parents might have frowned at, bruised and bloody knuckles that have seen one too many bar fights. You come to find that he keeps a surprisingly soft heart locked behind it, one that opens easily to you.

The two of you are on a road trip when you feel that familiar rush, and you help him pull over. He grips your hands, bites into the blanket in the backseat, until it's over. He lets you take the wheel until you reach a rest stop.

You remember the night you gave the second piece of your soul away. It's a chilly autumn night — your anniversary. You hadn't listened to him when he had told you to dress for cold weather, and you were paying the price. Shivering, you run your hands up and down your arms in an attempt to warm up as you get off his motorcycle. It doesn't work, and Mingi notices, doing his best to hide a grin.

"What did I tell you?" he teases. You're about to open your mouth for a retort when he shrugs his jacket off (that same worn leather piece you saw a year ago) and helps you fit your arms in the sleeves. It's an action he's used to, but there's something about the atmosphere tonight that makes your breath hitch. You look up at him, and he grins before leaning in.

The kiss is slow, his mouth moving languidly against yours as the city sleeps below. He pulls away first, biting back a chuckle when your lips try to follow. “I love you,” he whispers as he pulls you into his embrace.

And again, the pain that makes your blood boil. Somewhere in the haze of pain, between bunching your hands in his shirt and loud curses into the night, you tell yourself this is the last time you give your soul to another.

You feel a subtle pain in your chest as you head to the next town, leaving Mingi and the memories in the rearview mirror.

Time passes, and you see enough winters to make you sick of snow. You become the longest-lived person in known history, and it makes you famous.

You're contacted to speak about your accounts from major historical events (none of which are particularly useful), and find yourself in movies and documentaries, on talk shows, and more than once as a speaker for a new museum. There was a point where you could turn a corner and someone would recognize you as the only living "immortal."

It's one of those corners turned, on one of those countless winters, that you run into a young man. You don’t miss the way he swallows lightly before clearing his throat to apologize.

You've long since lost track of time when you meet Hongjoong. (But if you had to give an estimate, you'd put it around the 21st century.) You don't think it matters when he takes you for coffee, pulling you into a cozy corner cafe. He draws you in, little by little, and you pretend to not notice.

Where he is open, you are closed — on your fifth date, he tells you that he doesn't think he'll find his soulmate anytime soon.

("The world is too big," he says, bumping shoulders as you walk side by side. "I'm too old to keep going."

"How old?" you ask. He hums, takes a preparatory sip from his drink.

"Almost forty by now, I think."

You wonder if he's forgotten that you must be more than twice his age. Instead you say, "Really? You don't look a day over twenty." He grins at that, a beautiful thing that leads to a laugh you could never tire of hearing.)

You stay with him for much longer than you need to, long after he's given one of the last pieces of his soul to you. You wait for the "right time" to leave, but the right time never comes. Time passes. Seasons change. The two of you stay together for many winters before you finally come to your senses.

It happens one morning when you wake up shivering because he's hogged the blanket (again). As you try to reclaim it, you feel the familiar heat threaten to boil over.

You barely manage to get to the bathroom before the pain begins to crash over you in full force. After it's over, you remove your hand from your mouth, refusing to look at the tooth marks left behind.

There’s no more waiting for the right time, you think over the klaxon that blares in your head. It’s here and now.

Leaving Hongjoong is a terrifying thought, and somehow even harder to follow through with. His love isn't like Jongho's, sweet and awkward; it isn't like Mingi's, a fast-paced adrenaline rush; it's different. Softer. He reminds you of home — or at least, as home as a person can get for someone like you.

And unlike with Jongho and Mingi, the thought of staying with Hongjoong is very realistic. You've caught yourself picturing it more than once, and had to chastise yourself each time.

You pack your things for the millionth time, but as you glance back at your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, you realize you can't just leave him without an explanation. The years you’ve spent together mean more to you than that.

Hongjoong wakes up hours later to a tear-stained letter. (By the time he finishes it, the ink is smudged and barely legible. His tears have mixed with yours in a sort of last kiss between them, and the thought causes him to sob once more.)

Joong,

If you’re reading this, I guess I must have already left. I wish things could be different I know you, and I already know that you’re gonna take this personally and blame yourself for not being enough. You are enough. You’re more than enough. I think I’m just selfish

Anyway I just want to thank you for...everything. The past few years have been better than I can express, and I think that’s what scares me. You’re the You’ll find your soulmate soon, whether they’re your meant to be or not. I’m sorry it couldn’t be me.

I love you.

Goodbye.

You definitely keep your guard up after that. Through every date you go on and every significant other you burn through, your walls stay up.

You've grown nostalgic over the past decade. Using the wildly advanced technology of who-knows-when, you track down a list of death sites.

You visit your family first. Your heart breaks a bit seeing the empty space in the shared family headstone. This was where you were supposed to be laid to rest. You turn away from the dilapidated cemetery, pulling up the coordinates to your next destination.

You find yourself staring at the fountain in the middle of a shopping mall. According to your holotech, this is where Jongho is buried. Your lips form a disapproving line as you close your eyes and try not to think about how he would have loved this place. You try not to think about him taking you here and nudging you in the direction of the arcade or food court as you rush out the doors.

They've gone and built a neighborhood over the cemetery where you would have found Mingi. From the looks of it, it looks like its residents are particularly affluent, and you can hear him snort in your ear. Even after years apart, you swear you can still smell the strong scent of cigarettes that followed him like a lost puppy. He would have hated his fate, and you offer a morbid chuckle in his memory.

You're crouched beside Hongjoong's tombstone, running a thumb over the warm stone. The birds chirp amongst themselves in a nearby tree, and you're thankful for the distraction. He wasn't buried with another person; you hope he managed to find someone regardless. You read the inscription — To you, forever and always — and swallow the lump of guilt that’s lodged itself in your throat.

It's on a calm spring morning that your holo rings. The centennial edition of a documentary you were in is currently being filmed, and the staff is requesting you interview with them again. You were going to accept anyway, but the producer piques your interest when she mentions another similarly...long-lived person. The trepidation in her voice is obvious, but you ignore it. Instead, you ask for the name of this immortal and to be interviewed with them. ("I thought I was the only one around," you had laughed into the phone. "It'd be good to make a new friend." The producer gave a pitying hum before agreeing.)

You try to search for any evidence of this new immortal, but come up with virtually nothing. You're more than a little disappointed that this person isn't milking their age for all it's worth, but you suppose they’re just more private than you are; after all, their existence is a relatively recent discovery.

When you first meet Seonghwa, you find it difficult to breathe. He's handsome, with a tall frame and a cute smile that would have caught your eye regardless.

Seeing him also hits you with a feeling you've dreaded for hundreds of years that makes your chest tighten. (In hindsight, you should have known exactly who he had to be, considering his similarly long life.) When you make eye contact, you can tell he feels the same immediate attraction. He has the audacity to smile.

"Finally," he murmurs. It's reverent, as if he's finally fulfilled his life's purpose. Your clench your jaw, ball your hands into fists so tight your knuckles go white, and narrow your eyes. Your heart's going a mile a minute, and you're choosing to interpret it as anger.

You've spent centuries building your fame on a foundation of nothing but broken hearts and your own ambition, and for what?

You're not sure how old you are when you find yourself on the downswing. You know that your body will start to physically age, and in about sixty years, you will have met the same fate as everyone you've left behind. The thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, but you swallow it, at least for the time being.

The interview goes off without a hitch, and you make to leave after thanking the staff when —

"Wait!" Biting back a curse, you continue moving (and make an effort to go faster). Unfortunately, Seonghwa's more than capable of keeping up with you.

"Look," he begins, running a hand through his hair, "I don't claim to know your relationship situation, but I'd at least like it if we were friends." He focuses on the polished toe of his shoe and gives an anxious chuckle that seems to be more for himself than you. "After all, we're soulmates. You might not believe in them, but I've imagined what it would be like to finally meet my soulmate since I was young."

You don't know how (you blame the universe), but you go out for lunch with him after that. Much of the meal is spent in silence (although you've got to take the blame for this one), and it's not until you're almost done that he strikes up a conversation.

"Were you hiding?" He twists the straw of his drink between two fingers before making eye contact.

"I don't hide. You've probably seen me around in some ad or another on the holo. Maybe even before that, when people still used computers and printed newspapers." He narrows his eyes a bit, trying to remember, but comes up with nothing. "I always thought it was you that hid. I've been all over the world, but this was the first time I've ever heard news of another immortal."

"I believe in fate. I've taken things as they came because I knew that in the end, it would be you and me. Turns out I was right."

You don't know how (you're still blaming the universe), but you exchange contact information. You go on more...friendly excursions with Seonghwa.

("Why not cut out the middleman and call them dates?" he asks, settling down on the couch next to you.

"They're not dates. We're not together, are we?" You turn the movie on, marking the end of the conversation.

When you fall asleep latched onto his arm, your head on his shoulder, he plants a soft kiss on your forehead. You wake up that morning wrapped in a blanket that wasn't there last night.)

You don't know how (actually, you do), but "friendly excursions" eventually turn into dates.

(The two of you sit at a park bench, listening to rustling leaves and the distant noise of cars passing.

"Is this a date?" you ask, taking a spoonful of his ice cream, your own sitting empty on your lap.

"They're not dates," Seonghwa parrots. "We're not together, are we?"

"Let's change that. Date me?"

"I thought you'd never ask.")

Dating Seonghwa is much like being wrapped in a warm blanket. He's caring and sweet and so thoughtful that it makes your head spin. You realize that somewhere along the way, you had lost the joy and wonder that came with life. Luckily for you, each date (whether it's a shared pizza in his apartment or a hike somewhere new) restores an optimism that you didn’t know you missed.

Decades pass, and the two of you are on your daily walk. Your bodies start to show their age, but when you look in the mirror, you still see youth alight in your eyes.

("When we first met, I thought that it was all downhill from there, but I was proven wrong."

"It's been a long time since I've heard you say you were wrong."

"And each time, I tell you to not get used to it.")

When the life slips away from you both, you promise to meet each other in the next life and every one that follows.

The universe, as mysteriously as it may work, hears this request and tucks it away, ready to see it through.

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The Friendly Foe (part 3) Peter Parker x reader

Please do not repost my work without my permission.

Summary: As a child, (y/n) never grew up wealthy. Her dad had left her and her mom at a young age, leaving them behind with almost nothing. She was used to not being able to go out much or enjoying life with friends. She never minded though- life was hard, but it was okay in the end. At least that's how she felt until things quickly started to change as her mom got sick. Paying the bills was harder than before- so much more money was needed and she didn't have it.So she did the only thing she could do that would earn her enough money for everything. Become a villain...

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There will be quite a lot of cursing in this chapter so if you're not okay with that then well yeh... Im a naturel curser I cant help myself sorry It was already getting quite late, and no Spider-man to be seen yet. I guess I'm lucky today then... My thoughts were interrupted by a loud blast noise though, it seems like I judged too soon. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" One of the guys yelled. "Well she was supposed to test the new suit right?! Well she can't just get money from doing nothing, lets get that spider kid here and than she can at least be useful!" You have go to be kidding me... "You are absolutely insane, be glad the bug aint here you idiot! What if someone else shows up huh? Do you know how loud that blast was you fucker?!" The second guy yelled. "I'm just showing off the weapons to the client- and if spider kid or someone else shows up or little firefly can deal with it here. Now stop complaining and wrap this up." Guy B ripped the weapon from the other idiots arms and scoffed. It seems like he was just as amused with the gunshot as I was... I heard some rustling and looked around, as if on cue our favorite hero in red and blue appeared from behind some rocks. "You know, you guys are right, let's wrap this up indeed!" Spider-man held his hand up and was about to shoot his web shooter. But I quickly moved in front of the guys and activated my shield. His webbing stuck to the shield but once it de-materialized it fell to the ground. I could see his mechanical eyes move as if he was confused, or was he impressed? It was hard to tell. "Do I know you, I feel like I ran into you before... Cute light by the way- firefly" He said, the smirk obvious in his voice. "Maybe but who knows, bugface." Its not like I didn't like the guy, but he's still the reason so many of my missions failed recently. And his casual banter wasn't helping. "Ooooh clever comeback." He held his hands in front of where his mouth would be. He was taunting me. I'm pretty sure he'd beat me in hand to hand combat, even with my upgrade. Like Adrian said- he has more experience. It's better to keep my distance and give the guys some time. So banter it is then... "As if your insults were any better to begin with." "You know you have a really smart mouth why don't I just, shut it?" He moved his arm again to shoot his web at me, I was about to block it again when he suddenly aimed at the ground and catapulted himself towards me. SHIT. I lowered my shield and quickly dodged him, jumping to the right. "Fast reactions Firefly." "I can hear your grin from under that mask and I swear to god I'll wipe it of your damned face!" Okay now he was starting to get on my nerves. He let out a small "hm" to prove his point and ran towards me again, aiming for a tree branch above me that he could swing from. Instead of putting up my shield again i took a fighting stance- enough with the bullshit. He dove towards me, swinging on his stupid spiderweb, aiming to kick me in the side. I swiftly moved to the side and grabbed his foot, and threw him to the side. I could feel the energy collecting in my arms from the suit, damn it really did give me a power boost. "Wait I know yout voice!" He said and I tensed up. Did he mean from previous encounters? Or from school? From the store? What if he knows me in real life? "Oh yeh, tell me spider-boy, where you know me from." I tried to act confident, but my voice still slightly wavered regardless. "You were trying to rob the clean up site last week! But you had a different suit then, you got an upgrade?" The smirk was once again very prominent in his voice. I tsked and slowly started backing of, while I had been keeping bug boy busy the crew had finished the deal and cleaned up. I could hear the cars motor pulling up from behind me, ready to drive away. As fast as I could I turned around and gather my strength in my legs to run away as fast as possible. I reached for some sticky thingies, something the guys made to make my stick on the van -or other cars- when making an escape of some sort. Jumping on the car, I looked behind me, to see where spider-man had gone of too. To my dismay he was right behind us his web attached to the van. "Fuck..." I muttered under my breath, if this idiot follows us to the open we will have to fight in housed areas, which I wanted to avoid. Again, I'd rather avoid people getting hurt. And I also wasn't ready to be known to the public, Adrian preferred laying low as well. "Give up spider boy, lets not take this to the general public before someone gets hurt!" I yelled, in the hopes he'd actually give up. "Yeh as if you care, is that why you're selling guns and weapons?" Auch, that kinda stung. "I...I have my reasons you have yours. I don't want innocent people to get hurt, do you?!." "No! That's why I'm actually protecting them and not selling arms!" "You don't know anything!" I yelled back, frustration was building up, and it caused me to fail at noticing how close he had come to me by now. Shit. Shit shit shit. SHIT! I leaped of the van towards him, catching him by surprise. I held him in an arm lock as we dropped on the highway. The pressure made me lose my breath for a while and seemingly spider-boy was no different. I coughed and tried to sit up. "Are you crazy?!" He yelled at me. "I didn't want to take this into the town! People will get hurt!" He was honestly so stubborn, I could feel my energy draining. Not eating enough and having to fight and run while also being sleep deprived... Not the best combo. "Again, if you care so much, why are you letting these guys escape with selling their weapons." The hero's voice was a lot more soft now. And he seemed to show at least a bit of compassion. A silence filled the air, as I looked down. "You should get out of here, before back up arrives." I said. "or a car hits you in the face spider-boy." I said calmly, while slowly backing away. Spider-man just looked at be- he seemed baffled. "I'm gonna go now... I'm sorry." I said, and sprinted towards the side of the highway. I used my last energy to run away so he had no way of catching up anymore, even if he was still fast enough to web me. I quickly leaped over the edge, as i took my leap down the meters high bridge. Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14713436/chapters/34015325

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The first of many || Montag and Lexi

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: lexi’s house // spring of 2018

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: montag and lexi.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: drugs and implied sex

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: montag is taken on a whirlwind adventure

Montag was nervous to say the least when he knocked on Lexi's front door to go to his first party. He usually just sulked in his room on a Friday night, or watched movies with his sister. But Lexi had invited him, and he did not want to disappoint her by any means. She might be one of the only people at school that even talked to him, and he was shocked that she even did. Not only was she hot, but she was so kind to him and he didn't know why. Monty was apprehensive that this whole night was a prank, but in the sliver of hope that told him he actually had a friend, he braved it and had come out. He waited for her to answer the door, his heart racing.

Alexis was finishing up her make up when she heard the knock at her door. It was her usual Friday night she planned on partying from tonight until Sunday. Tonight she would be spending her time with Montague but she felt that was too long of a name so she called him Mont. He was cute, probably a need he seemed sad and she hated that. Opening the door she gave him a welcoming smile and extending her hand. "Hello handsome, im glad your here." She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "If you take my hand, your mine for the night. I won't let anyone bother you or hurt you and we will have a night that will be remembered when you're like ancient."

She was an angel, he was sure of it. He felt so nervous just looking at her. He took her hand, "Okay, I trust you" said Montag as he entered the house. It was nice just like his, typical white lake kid stuff. "You look really beautiful" he said apprehensively and swallowed under his breath afterwards. The knot in his stomach growing.

"Good she said simply, not letting go of his hand as she lead him to her sitting area in the house. " Really?" She looked at herself in the mirror. " but do I look hot, like bankable, get free pills hot or like regular hot?" She fixed her hair.

Montag honestly didn't know how to respond, but he loved how her hand felt in his. "I don't really know what it takes to be like ... free pills attractive. But I think any guy would be crazy not to give you exactly what you want" he replied. He had taken an airplane shooter from his mother's stash before coming into the house, and could already feel the effects in the way that he was just talking. Talking to her. It felt insane.

Alexis turned to him and gently touched his cheek. "Thats the perfect answer." She walked over to the bar where she had a cup of gin poured and the pill she was ready to take. Taking a sip she popped the pill and swallowed it. "Do you want one? It'll put you on another plane." She always lit up when she talked about the drug.

Monty's eyes widened when she touched his cheek and smiled after she got up. He knew he couldn't say no to Lexi, "How long will it last?" he asked nervously, he was going to say yes. He just wanted to know what he was getting into.

Alexis shrugged picking up a pill and sitting next to him. "Depends, 4 to 8 hours.  I wonder heard someone was high for like 16 hours on one pill but I highly doubt that.' She sat next to him. "Now say ahh."

Montag opened up his mouth and said "Ahhhh" before he took her glass from her and swallowed the pill. "This isn't one of those things where you give me a fake pill and make me think I'm on drugs all evening, right?" he said with a small chuckle as the gin burned his throat a little and he coughed.

Lexi put the pill on his tongue and watched him swallow it. "A sugar pill?" She smiled. "No but I'm taking one and totally going to do that later to someone else." She fixed his hair as he coughed. " my dad says gin makes you a man, I drink it to prove him wrong. Not that he notices or cares."

"I would love to see it" said Montag laughing a little as she fixed his hair. He never knew what to do with the mop on his head, his sister had tried something but whatever Lexi wanted was all the more better by him. "I like that it tastes ... like a tree almost?" said the boy, gin was definitely an interesting smell. "My dad also doesn't notice or care" he replied nodding his head, it wasn't exactly a great note to start the night off with, but here they were.

"Good , you can help me. You look way more trusting than me." She took back her cup and took another sip. "My dad would  adore you." She said sincerely. " Parents suck but of ours didn't think about how different we would be. We wouldn't be here in this moment." She put her head on his shoulder as her finger circled the top of the cup. " But this is where I want to be right now so, fuck them but thank them."

"I mean our parents are cut from the same cloth, why else would we always be at the same fundraiser events" said Montag, thinking of all the times he had seen Lexi from across the room and never said anything to her. He just assumed she never saw him. "Is this where you want to be? Or do you want to go to that party?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood. He also didn't know when the drug would kick in, and he was nervous about being out in public on it, he would rather be at a party instead of on the street.

Alexis never paid attention to the fundraisers her parenrs forced her too but she knew Mont and his sister. Everyone did even though at school everyone acted like they didnt. " Where going to the party im just waiting for uber, its not that far." She sat up and made sure she had her I.d and phone. "I planned it so would we would be lit as soon as we got there."

There was something about being the mayor's perfect dorky robots that made kids not want to talk to Juliette or Montag, but at least Lexi had finally broken the silence. Montag was already grateful for that, even if it did still feel like a prank. "You are the party guru" said the boy, laughing to himself at how deeply awkward he was. He wondered when the pill was going to kick in. "I'm ready whenever" he replied, and he was ready to have a good night.

"I wish." She laughed as she fixed her own hair and got up." I use to be this cute cheerleader and that legit was the only thing I had going for me." It wasn't legit a bad thing, she was still popular but this lexi was better. "Good." She got up and fixed herself in the mirror. The alert that her car was ready went off." Lets go and remember mine for the night." She stepped across the marble floor and to the car.

The boy followed her lead as she reminded him that he was hers for the night, as if he needed any reminding. "All yours" he replied as they headed out the door an into the car. Upon arrival and into the party, the drugs started to hit. Montag took Lexi's hand as they entered into the house and the dance floor was so loud. Outside the house you couldn't even tell. Monty was smiling, uncontrollably even as he felt the drugs take over.

It took them about fifteen minutes to get to the party. Taking  Monts hand, sje waved at everyone she knew and the people shouting her name. She could feel the pill taking affect his hand felt soft in hers. " Here." She passed him a bottle of water. " You have to stay hydrated so always keep a bottle in your hand." She grabbed another for herself along with a shot glass. " Lets do shots."

He was on more drug than just the molly, he was also under her persuasion. He took the water bottle and the shot, "Okay" he said as he threw back the shot, wincing as he did. He took a chug of water before he could look at her, "That was fun" Montag replied excitedly, "Can we dance?" he asked, just wanting to move and do something. Anything really.

Lexi drank some of her water and then threw back her shot. "Yeah come on." She took his hand and led him to where everyone was dancing. Her hips saying to the music as she moved closer to his body.  Wrapping her arms around his neck her hand in his hair.

Montag felt the rush of hurrying over to the dance floor. Everything with Lexi was a rush. He felt her body get closer to hers, he had never had a girl dance with him let alone on him. The boy hadn't even had his first kiss, and he was already in high school. He moved his hands onto her waist instinctively, just wanting to feel the fabric. Her hands in his hair and on his neck felt so good. Everything felt so good as he moved his body to the music, not caring who was around them.

Her eyes were closed and she was just enjoying the way he felt on her, her fingers through his hair felt like she was touching silk.  "How are you feeling?" She  whispered still loving to the music. People who knew her were looking at them, people whispering. That's what she wanted to get people talking about him, get him out of his shell.

Montag smiled, "I feel amazing" he said with a giddy smile as he took her by the hand and gave her a spin on the dance floor and pulled her back in. His dance classes that his parents made him take were paying off in the worst way: he only knew how to formally dance. "You look like an angel" the boy whispered in her ear. She felt like an angel too, sent to get him out of his shell. "Let's go do more shots" he said excitedly, pulling her off the dance floor and other cheerleaders followed suit at the word shots. Montag grabbed a shot for Lexi and himself and they stood around with people who didn't know that he existed until tonight and did shots. "I am invincible!" he claimed dramatically with a laugh.

Alexis squealed when he spun her, she could tell he was lit and she lived that for him. "Yes but more water first." She insisted. Walking over to  the drinks while telling some of her cheerleader friends who he was. "Cheers to that!" Lexi laughed taking a shot. Boys from the Football poured him more shots as they patted him on the back. They probably thought they were messing around, but shr didn't mind he looked like he was having fun. "Body shot anyone?"

Montag knew that the football guys didn't mean it when they patted him on the back, but it felt good anyways. The alcohol was messing with his head. He leaned down to Lexi's ear and whispered, "What's a body shot?" the boy asked. It sounded like fun, but he didn't want to look totally stupid. Montag took a long sip of water, he was so thirsty.

Lexi stopped her conversation and looked up at him with a smile. "I'm going to pull up my shirt. The shot glass will be between my breast, salt either on my stomach, neck wherever and a lime in my mouth." She picked up the ingredients. " shot, lick, kiss." She said as it was simple.

Monty swallowed hard when she said kiss. "Uh yeah, that sounds good to me. I'm down" he agreed to the situation. His heart was racing, the words that felt like they were seared into his brain were specifically: breast, stomach, neck, mouth, kiss. He felt like they were going to be there forever, and he could not wait to do a body shot off of her. He followed her lead to the kitchen.

"Move all this shit off the table, we're doing body shots." She ordered and watched everyone scurry off and clean off the table. Pouring a shot she thought about it and laid down asking a fried to.pour in her belly button. They poured a little salt on top of her breast and put the lime in her mouth. " Alright stud, you got this." A jock said proudly.

Montag could not care less that the jock might be making fun of him, he was about to lick a real human girl and she was also so goddamn attractive. This might just be the best night of his life. Montag sucked the shot out of her stomach and licked the salt off her before taking the lime out of her mouth with his. It wasn't exactly a kiss, but it was something. The room cheered for him, and he felt like he was on top of the world. "Do you need a wet paper towel or anything?" he asked Lexi, worried she might feel sticky.

She gives when he frank the shot but feeling his warm tongue on her cool skin caused her to moan quietly and goosebumps to rise. "Yeah, but only cause you have to do it again soon." She sat up and jumped down as the jocks wanted a high five. " They love you." She tilted her head towards them.

Montag high fived a bunch of the jocks as they celebrated him, yelling Hastings for Mayor. He laughed as he grabbed a paper towel and wet it in the sink before handing it to Lexi. "They don't know me" he said with a small scoff and a smile, "They just love you so much its rubbing off on me". Montag took a long sip from his watter bottle, "Back to dancing?" he asked trying to keep his cool. He just wanted to feel her against him again, her hands in his hair and her body against his.

"Thank you babe." She wiped herself off. Grabbing her shirt she tied it around her waist and nodded. " Well I'm sure before the night ends they will adore you. " they might not of remembered this night but on Monday they would remember that they thought he was cool and they'll be nicer to him. "God yes." She pulled him back to the dance floor. The song was slower so she put her hands around to hid back and her head on his chest.

Montag put his hands around her torso which was now bare, it felt even better than before. The mix in drugs and alcohol was giving him such a euphoric feeling, he couldn't even describe it. He just felt so confident, he wanted to kiss her. Montag put his finger under her chin to lift her head up to look at him and he pulled her in for a kiss as he moved his hand from under her jaw to the back of her neck. Being kissed, and a kiss under the influence was sensory overload for him, but he loved it.

Lexi got goosebumps under his touch, the pill had her on cloud nine she was sure nothing was going to bring her down. She felt his finger under chin and looked at him. His lips were on hers and everything in her body was tingling. She put her finger in his hair to kiss him deeper. A quick bite of his bottom lip playfully as she looked up at him now with a glint of lust

Montag felt every inch of his body that she was touching. She bit his bottom lip and looked at him with a look he had only seen in movies. "You are so beautiful" he said, simping out of his mind for this girl. He didn't care if this was a one night only affair, but he was enamored by her.

Alexis kept her hands in his hand, she knew alot of this was because he was high and she was okay with that.  "Thank you." She blushed as she stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "Are you a virgin?" She asked then going back to where she was originally.

Montag wanted to lie, but he knew that if he did it might not end up working out in his favor. "Yeah" he said nodding as her head went back onto his chest. His heart was pounding. "Why do you ask?" Monty questioned.

Lexis looked up without leaving his chest, his heartbeat was soothing to her. "Because." She paused making sure no one was in their conversations. " I wanted to sit on your face but now that I know you're a virgin. I would like to take your virginity."

Montag was flustered, "Um yes, I would like the check please and the food in boxes. Let's head out now" said Montag jokingly as they continued to dance. Just the thought of doing anything intimate with her got him so excited. He knew that part wasn't the drugs or the alcohol at all, she was so beautiful and kind and he wanted her so desperately.

Lexi couldn't help but giggle that's probably what she liked about him the most he always made her smile. "Come on." She said taking out her phone and ordering a uber." If you do this then you can't go back." She said in all seriousness. " Is this what you want?"

Montag was worried that it meant that she didn't want to do this, but she had suggested it in the first place and he just reminded himself of that. "No, I'm pretty sure" he said quickly, he didn't know how to tell her that was his first kiss a few moments ago. He would have settled for making out, but the fact that she wanted to have sex with him. That she wanted to touch him. That there would be skin on skin contact, and it would feel even better than what just happened, how could he turn that down. "You want to, right?" he double checked.

"Good." She leaned up and kissed him. Lexi wanted him to have a good time for his first time. She didn't bother to put her shirt back on she just grabbed his hand and started walking towards the door to the cab. "Of course babe, I would be more than honored if you fucked me." She whispered as she slid into the car.

Montag caught his breath, this was actually happening. He couldn't believe it. Arriving at her house at the start of the night, he had never even kissed someone. Let alone take a random pill or do a body shot. Everything was so deeply new, and he was okay with it. Like he had something to live for: the excitement. "Just know that I'm like ... completely inexperienced" he disclaimed, "That was my first kiss" he said as casually as he could as they got into the car. He couldn't be bothered with what the uber driver heard. It just was what it was.

Alexis was playing on her phone when she heard him. "Seriously?" She said a little bit surprised. She wasn't surprised when he said he was a virgin but being a hundred percent pure like that was kind of rare." Well I guess this your night for first." She said touching his hand. "You're in good hands."

Montag's heart was beating out of his chest, he had no idea what he had gotten himself into tonight. "A night of firsts" he said with a smile, when she touched his hand he reached out and intertwined their fingers together. "No hands I would rather be in" he replied sweetly.

Lexi blushed when he said that, he was makin her feel soft. The car pulled up to her driveway and she got out making her way to her room. "Take a shot while I get everything ready."  she grabbed some things out of her dresser, and lighting a few candles. "I'll be right back."

Montag did as she said and took a shot, "Okay, see you in a sex" said Montag, "I mean sec" he said even more flustered than he had just been. He was incredibly nervous, but the drugs felt so good. He thought he was ready, well he hoped he was ready. Part of him was certainly ready.

[seokjins]

i've been wondering a lot about hoseok and his dance background lately. do you know when he started dancing, what style he started with and which style of dance he has most experience with? also what dance style would you classify boy meets evil as? (sidenote: dance style of lie?) i'm bombarding you bc i know you have some experience in dancing haha sorry 1/ ~F

Also, I often see people saying that hoseok’s only good at street dance/popping and isn’t a versatile dancer (often when they compare him to jimin) but im just???? Yeah it’s true that hoseok hasn’t shown as wide a range of styles as jimin has but that doesn’t mean he’s not a versatile dancer??? 2/ ~F

Sometimes (esp during group dances), he doesn’t show his full potential; however, you can’t say that it’s his limit because he’s not /trying/ to outshine the others. Similar to that, if he isn’t showing you the whole range of dances he can perform, how can you say he’s bad? (I feel like this analogy is confusing. Feel free to ignore rip) Also, were these people sleeping during the spring day choreo or… ???? 3/ ~F

ANON you will not believe the noise i just made when i saw these messages in my inbox !!!!! i’d love to answer your questions fpasdlgh. just a heads up that this is gonna be long; i’m sorry, i talk a lot and don’t know when to shut up & also like listening to my own (metaphorical) voice too much sometimes

1. hoseok’s been dancing since freshman (?) year of high school and started out with street (x) while this is a considered a short time for professional dancers, i’m only exposed to classical art forms, so i’m unsure how that factors into this style (´～｀ヾ) and yes, that means this is the base of his technique !

2. i would classify BME as 100% hip hop/street. although they can be seen as widely different genres, it’s a popular style that’s taken off these past few years in the dance community. it’s got street elements in it, but it’s more controlled, more polished. (also: yeah idk what “lie” is………..urban lyrical pseudo contemporary with modern influences?????????? lmao at this point hip hop has grown so much i’d just call it that)

3. fam i’m in the same boat as you! hoseok is a very versatile dancer :o he can adapt to many different styles, given that they’re not asking him to start doing fouettes or something.

his main style

a subgenre of street called “bounce” although they are both “street”, each subgenre is really different from each other & it’s not easy to pick one up. here, you can see the difference between hoseok and jimin during practice. hoseok goes deeper, lower, lighter, smoother, etc. his arms come up to near his chin when he lunges to the front & there’s no part of the combo where he’s simply arrived @ a position and then stays there; he’s always moving, always milking every step, always engaged 

butterfly here, his musically is really strong bc he utilizes every part of his body in order to fill up the counts. you can really see the movement going thru every single muscle: the way his chest caves in, the shoulders, the hands, his head, the fluidity of his arms. as a dancer, you want every single action to be deliberate. you need control of even your fingers in order to constantly extend energy outwards, and hoseok takes that into account

arirang medley

perfect man (aka my life) is killer bc of the required speed/stamina; there is no break in this piece. if you get off you can’t get back in lmao and you can clearly see some members struggling with to stay on time with the footwork

am i wrong

spring day i 100% agree with what you’re saying about this piece !!!! there is so much going on here, and after watching all the individual fancams i wanna say that both he and jimin are the ones who shine the most consistently thru the entire dance.the slide to the ground? hoseok jumps the highest, gets the most airtime. the roll up from the floor? he really pushes himself and utilizes his back flexibility & holds his core in order to make sure that his head is the last thing that comes up. i was pleasantly surprised to see him tackle this choreography, esp the move i just mentioned, just to see how he’d do. he really pushed himself with this piece, and i’m glad he got the chance to grow as a dancer; probably with help from jimin, as this is more his department.the only qualm i have with him is during the wedge part where their left legs are going in & out, he needs to start pulling his left side over more …… he’s no longer square by like? the second step out n his ribs are reallllly swinging open fpfahdgt it’s kinda bothering me lol CLOSE UR RIBCAGE HOSEOK !!!!! i know u can do it

despite all of these pieces being different styles, you can tell that hoseok constantly strives to take the extra step above & beyond. he’s always looking for places where he can add Something More to the piece, even when it’s not given explicitly in the choreography. he gives it his All in hype dances, and that’s what made him stand out to me from the rest.

4. yes yes yes yes yes,,,, thank you for pointing that out! some people shit on hoseok’s dance king title because he doesn’t seem to stick out during groupwork and i’m here to tell you that 1) that’s utter bullshit lmao go ahead and watch all the solo fancams i assure you that he is Up There (debatable for certain dances, but he holds top 1 for fire & bst, no question) and 2) he might not go full out bc he’s dancing in a group.

what some fans forget is that he is part of a group, and the whole point when you’re part of a group is that you “take one for the team” and don’t treat it like a solo; you’re not supposed to stick out. even dance line 2.0 (namjin) don’t draw negative attention bc they bust their asses in order to keep up with the rest of the group !!!!!! BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO STICK OUT !!!!!

the whole point is that ur a cohesive unit doing one thing !!!!!!!!!!! you’re supposed to look the same !!!!!!! like…………if you’re really on balance during a performance, you’re not going to do six pirouettes. you finish the double like the rest of the corps, and you book it to your next step. groups thrive in unity, and if you can’t even give that up in order to get your limelight, then i’m sorry: you don’t deserve a solo.

this is why professionals always start out in the corps to prove that they can work well with others, handle the roles given to them, dance as a collective, and then use their work ethic/diligence to stand out during classes & rehearsals to show the artistic director that they’re ready to be promoted to a higher ranking. you demonstrate that you can handle a group environment before anything else 

hoseok doesn’t outshine the others because that’s not his job, and that is not what he is there to do. he is purposefully coexisting with the group in order to make the dance look & feel cleaner

5. kinda going off the fourth point: i agree, once again. he still showcases that he’s pushing himself, but not to the point where he purposely outshines the others. the discipline that comes with purposeful restraint is often overlooked, and i would never slander a dancer for doing so. if i know how far someone’s able to go, i can also appreciate how far they reign themselves in.

ofc, there’s the rare moment when hoseok Really lets loose like the iconic extended choreo for fire during MAMA 16 and you can see how much farther/harder/faster/stronger/full out he’s going compared to the rest of the group. there was a comment that remarked how he made the rest of bts look like his backup dancers, and i can’t agree more. lol i ain’t even biased, just watch from 4:43 onward.

when he jumps, he jumps higher than the others. when he turns his knees in, his feet are spread farther apart than the rest of the members, even though the choreo is fast and the wider your stance is, the slower you’re able to move. he makes every step clear. it’s precise, it’s sharp. his arms move quick, but they hit every position. there is no perceived rush that comes with not knowing what’s coming next or being late

the usage of his head, the ability to go move so fast but still remain fluid (rolling through his chest, loose shoulders, placed arms), jumping farther, traveling more, generally taking up more space than the others w his limbs, making things look incredibly energetic, are all key factors that put him up on another level. yes, someone can move their head, but hoseok moves it further, yes, someone can kick their leg out, but hoseok kicks his further (even so that it’s no longer within his center of balance, and i genuinely fear for him)

not to mention!!! 9 minutes into killer choreography and he is still slaying the facials. his charisma is off the charts, and it’s clear that he’s having so much fun???? he engages the audience with his expressions & isn’t afraid to use it to work the crowd, which is something i’m missing from others bc (as with all dancers) they sometimes get caught up too much with technique instead of performance. also his stage-to-audience connection is Insane. it’s so hard to do it right w/o looking like you’re staring someone down or alienating them, so basically

the ability to keep up/go beyond with fast choreo while also making it engaging thru stage presence is incredibly difficult and is another factor that puts hoseok above the rest of bts in dance

[feedfrommysoul-blog]

She was an Angel.

She was an angel.

I was sure. The way the falling sunlight lifted her silhouette, illuminating her beauty. She was beautiful, in that moment I could see her soul, more attractive than any kind of physical beauty i’d previously seen. It was curios that today she would too be taking the bus downtown, was she here for me?

It was paralyzing, the way she glided amongst the human form, her daringly short dark hair contrasted her emerald eyes that her coral dress set on fire. She fit, yet stood so far apart, I was not alone in being mystified by her, but I knew most wouldn’t look twice, as the pursuit of the unachievable had long been forgotten in this generation, certainly for those on this 6 a.m. 50 bus to South Station. She found the only empty seat across from me and opened an antique looking battered book.

I could not look away, she had taken hold of my soul, and thus my entire mind; nothing else was deserving of attention. It was blissful, basking in the presence of such a serene creature; she was like a hug. For the first time that I could remember I felt nothing negative; no fear, no uncertainty, no anxiety, no hopelessness, in this moment I was no longer broken.

I could tell she was an angel for I had felt it in my heart. My heart had begun to flutter in a desperate attempt to fly and touch her. I did not move, for my heart could never carry my body, but I felt lighter, I felt my heart trying to escape as it pushed against my chest cavity forcing me to fix my posture. I caught her glance as she looked up from her book, she noticed me staring and smiled. It was real, I was right, for only someone with a noble soul would not be offended by misunderstood glares. She was like me, but entirely different.

She had not fallen.

I wondered if she too knew, if she saw my shattered wings as they begged her soul to come heal them. My curiosity begged to know If her heart too had fluttered, if my presence had given rise to any emotion as hers had filled this moment with enlightenment for me. I frowned, for I remembered that I was the yin to her yang, that I was the chaos that her tranquility was meant to evaporate. Had I ruined her day, taken all she had to offer? I needed to know If I somehow brought darkness to her just as she had just brought light to me.

 She put her book in her bag and locked her jade eyes into mine, I felt her push; the bag. I looked at her backpack and saw the nametag, then I understood. She gathered herself as she stood, she smiled a grin that would be enough to drive any sane man astray; a smile that proved I had done no harm to her divinity.

“I love how you’ve done you hair today, braids suit you well.”

Her voice was sweet with a rasp that melted my spiraling thoughts. I was glad she left just as soon as she had spoken for forming words for her would have destroyed me.

It was a message and it was clear; she had noticed me, no, it was more than that. She had been watching me, they had been watching me. She knew my soul needed to be lifted and now had invited me to aspire to attain her perfection. She told me without words, that I too could be whole again. They were watching, and they had noticed that today my brunette mop of hair was neatly tucked into an impressive fishtail braid. They knew i was trying to put myself back together, and they were extending an offering to invite my efforts further.

The doors closed and she was gone, lost in the sea of humankind, invisible to the mundane but unforgettable to the spiritual.

The thoughts flood back, my mind had only rarely gone so clear, these days my thoughts engulfed me as they dug deep into pits of despair within. Today, however, she had left me with an astonishing notion, a feeling that couldn’t quite be an emotional feeling but a commandment, a small message of achieving peace that clung in my soul and had now been embedded within my very being.

I closed my eyes and I recanted our encounter. What had I felt?

I felt warm, trapped in an embrace of some sort. Astonishingly I felt safe yet guarded.

“Uh, I need to talk to you, Ma…” I spoke in a careful tone trying not to reveal the nature of the request, as I was fingering my ringlets; my nervous tick.

“Now?” She asked, turning to search my face for an immediate understanding.

“Uhm, no in a bit, “ I choked out, I knew she was onto me. This was the game.

“I want to know now.” She turned the T.V. off to prove I had her full attention.

“I failed a class.” I looked to the floor avoiding any eye contact, the sensitivity was overwhelming even back then and matters of importance, such as my education, to my father were the worst. It took days upon days of crying to wash the burn of his disappointment.

“What class, what happened?” She spoke calmly even with her accent, this was the tone when she knew I had done something bad and would give me the opportunity to explain.

“French, I didn’t like my teacher, I couldn’t understand him. It was a hard class, but im willing to do it in the summer to make it up, pleeaasee don’t tell dad.” I wiped a flood of tears from my face as I finally looked at her.

“Don’t worry, ill talk to your father. But now your responsible for finishing summer school and passing this course so your done high school on time. You promise to do that ?” She spoke softly, holding my hand. I felt her love, her support, her trust. That whole day I thought I was going to die, to fall into an eternal despair but all of that melted with the tenderness of her voice. She was that reminder that nothing ends existence, that tomorrow the sun rises once more, and the people awake to a new dawn, a new start. I loved her to no end.

The memory washed me, and left me with the sensation that the angel had, a warm secure embrace. This was no coincidence, they had been trained to provide messages in a way that made it seem as though the universe had guided you to them. Her words had meant that she had wanted me to understand that she was one of them, she spoke as though she knew me. I understood why she had stumbled into the path I chose today. My initial instinct was right, she had told me that it was okay to begin the journey to be whole again. The gift she had given me was one my mother had handed me so many times before, a commandment to believe in myself, to believe in my tomorrow. Something I had not been able to do lately, not since he had left. Since I had found myself truly alone.

The ones like her were special, they had higher conscience connections, they were spiritually bound to a community of others like themselves who worked together to keep the battle of light and darkness in neutral balance. They were warriors, each with gifts from the universe, packages of knowledge meant to keep society in balance, they fought for the good of humanity. The darkness had been growing, it could be seen everywhere. The Militaristic control, the joke of this political state, the proxy wars, the rate of animal depopulation, fresh water depletion, the raging rebels, massive natural disasters and the unperceivable level of stress the human population was being crushed by, too many people were dying with their soul’s unreleased. They were dying out of their ordained destiny and that only meant they were being recruited outside of the universe’s will, into the growing darkness. Something big was coming and they needed me. I hoped. For if there was a possibility of that they would reinstate my position on their front lines.

Their names reflected the gifts that they bestowed upon their marks. Their names were their crowns that announced what they dispersed. They walked the world and handed humankind the direction that the universe had determined for everything had a reason. Although they almost never offered anything to one who had gone astray, it was punishment for breaking the rules. Like I did. I had been stripped of my gift and my name. Afraid of losing the one I loved the most, we ran away. I knew id loose him, but we left anyway, outrunning our responsibilities, outrunning our fears, our lives but we could never outrun our destiny. The darkness had come to him, just days before the cancer would consume him. Had I told him who I really was, perhaps he wouldn’t have taken the deal. He would be dead, but atleast the darkness would have had no hold on me. Perhaps the legion would not have kicked me out of the only family I had left without him.  

Now, as I walked the trivial line between darkness and light as most spiritually lifted did. Only now I was not fighting, I could not fight. All I could do was feel my soul slowly crushing by the growing knowledge that our side was weakening, I was nothing but a stray leaf drifting in wind. I felt the cries of sorrow and hope from all the souls who could not find peace. Waiting tell me their stories when I closed my eyes at night. It was agonizing living with all the knowledge, but no connection. It was heartbreaking to see all the broken people for I felt their pain, it was soul-draining to live among the mass population that had absolutely no idea that there was more to the world, their entirety lost too far within the capitalistic machine. It was even more devastating to be left in a room with a spiritual, someone who believed and whose soul was strong enough to see past the materialistic routine of daily life. They were not blind to the destruction of humanity, they too felt the lost souls. They weren’t as informed, but they had trust in the universes directions, and that’s what humanity needed to keep the balance. The people needed to stop falling to the darker pulls of greed, temptation, lust and vengeance and instead listen to the universes answers and follow the paths it provided.  

However, today i was being extended an offering by this angel I had just met. On her small backpack was a shiny red sticker with the words Hello My Name is, and printed, much too perfectly in silver sharpie was Fidem

Her name was Faith.  

-R.S.

[grangeradmins]

—introduction: im stephanie, im 23, im from england (gmt) and i use she/her pronouns  

—getting to know you: idk what to say here lool but im really into star signs so im a scorpio sun, cancer moon and gemini rising, so basically a bit of a mess. i also LOVE harry potter roleplays and ive been in and out of them for YEARS - i actually once created one which was quite similar to this – a sort of post hogwarts uni-type thing, so im SO EXCITED for this, I think its so so unique and well thought out !  

—triggers: none  

「 IC BASICS 」 

—name: maxence simon ‘max’ cousineau  

—face claim:  daniel sharman. alternatives – joe keery, brandon flynn, avan jogia 

—course: magizoology 

—age & birthday: 17 – 11 august 2001 (i hope that’s right, if he’s meant to be 18 pls change it for me !!)

leo sun – On the surface, Max is energetic, optimistic and headstrong. He always has an opinion and at school always surfaced as the leader in any classroom and in any activity. He is athletic, and occasionally dominating, with a large ego and a larger head of hair. He can also be possessive, impatient and arrogant.  

virgo moon – Max’s Virgo moon dilutes his Leo personality somewhat. He can be critical and dependent on praise. He lacks the characteristic Leo warmth and is slow to make friends and trust others. He is very stubborn and opinionated, always believing his way is the right way. He can be naturally charming and polite if needed, but usually he lacks tact.  

scorpio rising – This placement makes him determined to succeed. He is brave and loves more than anything to be in control. He is more inclined to take a difficult path to prove to others he can succeed, which explains why he has chosen such a dangerous profession to go into. He can be secretive and mysterious at times, and is mostly known for his intelligence.  

—gender & pronouns: male, he/him 

—blood status & former house: pureblood, beauxbatons (ombrelune) 

—field work: intern for dragonologists working with a herd of welsh greens 

「 IN DEPTH 」 

Max grew up the youngest of three children. Born in Paris to Gerard Cousineau, a serious man high up in the French Ministry of Magic, and his wayward wife Camille, Max was always expected to follow in his father’s footsteps. His older brother Gabriel was more pliable, eventually shedding his dream of becoming a wandmaker to settle for an internship alongside his father, finishing his studies at Beauxbatons to take a seat in the Bureau of Gastromagical Affairs. The eldest, Violette, was always on the side of their mother, being whisked away on Camille’s secret vacations with wealthy wizards, eventually breaking away from the family as she became an adult. Although Max never saw eye to eye with his mother or his vibrant sister, he misses them a great deal.  

During his chilhood, Max found an escape from all the scandals that rocked his family in his schoolwork, especially the study of magical creatures. Max was always fascinated with the stories his father would tell him of the exotic and endangered animals that the Ministry strived to protect and keep secret from the Muggle population. Max adored Hippogriffs as a child, with many stuffed toys and models of the creatures on his bedside table. As he grew older, however, he moved his attention to dragons.  

A lonely child before school, Max became completely obsessed with dragons. He knew every type, the history of each one, where to find them and how to take care of them. Max knew before he set foot into Beauxbatons that when he left, he wanted to work with dragons. His teachers were less enthusiastic about his determination to adopt his favoured career, instead believing that it was simply down to the wild imagination of an eleven year old boy. However, Max never faltered.  

Despite his pre-occupation with dragons and other magical creatures, Max did excel in other subjects at school. He was a keen Quidditch player, adoring the competition and the praise that came with the sport, and he became the Captain of his House’s team in his sixth year. Max also rose to the top of his class in Potions and Transfiguration, and he finished his exams with flying colours. After this, his father told him about the Granger Institute in London, where he could further hone his skill before going into his chosen career.  

Gabriel was livid. Despite also having been groomed for success, the elder boy had never had the natural intelligence that his brother was gifted with. He worked hard at school, tried his best to please his father and still only managed to leave education with a handful of good marks. His father had to charm many people to get him his internship, and Gabriel had always hoped that Max would fail where he almost did.  

The brothers haven’t spoken since Max was accepted into his new school. Although Max has now swiftly become his father’s favourite, he is glad to be in another country, away from the changing, but still difficult dynamic of his family. He wants more than ever to focus on his passion for dragons, and although he is slow to trust, hopes to meet some like-minded people in England.  

「 EXTRAS 」 

Max is fluent in French, English, German, Italian and Russian. In his family, only Max and Violette are completely fluent in English. His father, as a Frenchman, has an inherent disdain for the English, although he understands that both Hogwarts and the Granger Institute are exceptional schools.  

Despite his father’s job, Max doesn’t know a great deal about the political structure of any country. He has heard stories about what goes on in the Ministry but he is not all that interested, as long as it all keeps functioning. He has also never been to England before now so he knows even less about the English Ministry. He has heard his father’s friends talk about Hermione Granger, though mostly in the negative, as they believe she is too radical.  

Max’s mother Camille had many affairs with visiting officials, from many different countries. For this reason it could be possible that Max would have a half-sister or brother, or would know the children of anyone she would have been seeing. I am open to exploring this.  

If Max had been at Hogwarts he would have been a Ravenclaw. He is incredibly naturally clever, wise for his age, attractive (JK Rowling said they’re the prettiest!), self-sufficient but also arrogant.  

His wand is made of walnut, with a thestral tail hair core. 

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Hello everybody, first time posting in this thread and am only doing so because I don't know who else I can turn to for advice - so please, be gentle; no hurtful or negative emotions or comments here please.I really need some help here guys & girls, I don't want to lose this girl because she means the world to me.Backstory:My girlfriend and I started dating a few months before the end of grade 12 in High School. Lets call her Rachel. Before we started dating, she had been dating a friend of mine who lived interstate and whom I used to race bicycles with. Lets call him Charles. Charles is 3-4 years older than me.For the better part of the last 2 years of my time at high school, I had developed an insanely huge crush on Rachel. I drove to a party down the coast one evening early in the year with my cousin and surprise surprise, Rachel was there. We started talking that night and I was flirting a lot with her (because I thought she was single), when all of a sudden the topic of Charles came up and she told me they were dating (they met as a result of a funny tinder prank, can you believe it). Initially, this didn't phase me too much. I was still good friends with Charles and I was glad Rachel was with somebody who I knew was kind and caring.Anyway, so after a bit more talking that night, I politely excused myself from Rachel's company and sought out some of my other friends. Whilst just sitting, drinking and talking with a heap of my guy friends, this one bloke whom I went to school with bursted into the middle of our group and bragged about how he had just hooked up with Rachel. This was true, and I felt both hurt and ashamed of Rachel for she was still Dating Charles at the time and had seemed like a sensible, loyal sort of girl. How wrong I had been.I slept that night at the party with a stomach of jealousy and guilt for knowing what Rachel had done that night. I was deeply in love with Rachel, however she had cheated on her current boyfriend with somebody else she used to go to school with, and in my books that is a big no no. So I let my feelings subside, for a while.Fast forward to halfway through year 12 and Rachel and I have become great friends at school. We enjoyed each others company, studied together, meet up for coffee after school and just relish the chance to be with one another. On some level, I guess we were flirting our deep emotions for one another.Rachel invites me to her 18th birthday party in town one evening, I felt extremely lucky and proud to be invited because only 5 or 6 people got to go, including her boyfriend, Charles.Some point along the line before her 18th Birthday, Rachel told Charles about her cheating on him at that party down the coast earlier in the year, and you could tell he knew about it by the look on his face the entire night, he was being super obsessive about her and not wanting her to have any fun with anybody whilst she was out. A couple of times throughout the night, Rachel asked me for advice on what she should do; should she stay with Charles, should she break up, what should she do? I gave her polite advice like anybody would (not swaying her one way or another) and left town to go home and sleep not long after.A couple of weeks later, Rachel sends me a message telling me that her and Charles broke up. I'm not sure why she chose to tell me about this, my only thought being that she had feelings for me at the time and wanted me to be there for her. And I was.We started hanging out even more, enjoying and growing on each other more and more everyday... leading up to one night. Rachel and I both went to an end of school party the day after we graduated, and she kept insisting I had to meet her there and hang out. As soon as I finished pre-drinks with my friends, I raced with them to the venue and took Rachel by the hand and led her outside, confessed how I felt about her, and said that she didn't have to say anything in return - I just wanted her to finally know how I had felt about her all these years. She told me she felt the same, we kissed, practically spent the rest of the night together partying, then I told her I was going home. She told me she wanted to stay with me because she was still a bit upset, and so I brought her home. I said to her on the way, "you can share my bed. I promise I won't try and make a move on you, Im here for you as a friend though". She said yes yes, and we got home and hopped into bed. Next thing I know, we were hooking up and slept in each others arms all night.After this night Rachel and I started dating. Obsessed over each other, out honeymoon phase of the relationship was blissful and amazing. I thought it would never end.Current day:Rachel and I have been dating now for roughly one and a half years, I'm good friends with all of her family members and absolutely adore her parents, and I've been on a family holiday with them all overseas for 2 weeks. Rachel recently moved back home to take a new job in her hometown, which is roughly an hour drive from where I live in the city. The night before she moved back home we were laying in bed at her sister's house in the city, and she was crying and telling me she hated that we met so early in life, because there are so many goals she wants to accomplish and so many things she wants to experience around the world such as travel and festivals, but that she can't imagine her life without me and wants to spend the rest of her life with me. I didn't know what to make of this conversation (although I think deep down I knew where it was headed eventually), so I tried to comfort her and hold her, and we fell asleep spooning each other content and happy (or so I thought).Ever since moving back home, she has been quite, teary, only ever briefly responding to my texts and calls, asking me what I think about our relationship... everything I dreaded I would one day hear her say. Recently she has started house sitting for an old lady in the city and spending more and more time around there with her because its 'peaceful'. I got back home 2 days ago from a sports tournament and she said that had got really high by herself the other night because she wanted to relax. I'm not into drugs or anything like that (although I'm not shy of a drink), so this was hard to hear.She asked me to meet her in the park near my house so we could lay in the sun. During this time she talked non stop about how she was so confused, needed some time for herself and all the while crying non stop. I was shocked into silence, so I came across as a bit of an emotionless bastard.She suggested a break, and all I could do was say "yes, if thats what you want". I was angry. We parted ways and I got home, went up to my room and cried like I've never cried before. She is my world, she is the most amazing thing to happen to me and I cannot bear to see her losing interest in me like this - and the worst thing is that I don't know WHY! I call her and ask her to stop by my house before she heads back home, and she says she will.She doesn't. I rehearse from my heart what I have to say to her, how much she means to me and that I want us to continue down the same path in life, and decide to go and see her that night to deliver my heartfelt message.So I drive to her house (one hour away) to tell her, but as I am leaving town see her car parked at the old lady's house she has been at so often recently. I sum up the courage in me, wipe my eyes of tears and walk into the car port of the old lady's house.Rachel, the old lady, and a random man with a dog who I don't know nor could get a good look at, are all sitting outside at a table smoking and talking. The dog barks and alerts them to my presence, and I say "its only me" to which Rachel comes out and takes me outside so we can talk.I pour my heart into my words, confess my undying love for her and everything else I could think of - but it was as if I was speaking to a different person. The old Rachel, who said she never wanted to be with anybody else, wanted to spend the rest other life with me, wanted to experience the world with me, was gone. Instead, she stood glassy eyed and kicked the tire of her car as I rambled on and on about my love for her. I don't think she really heard a thing I had to say.As I finished, she pulled me into a hug and said "its not you, its me" "I want to be able to embrace my wild side, to be able to be free and not have to answer to anybody" "I love you as a person" all those things said to try and let somebody down easy... She wants to travel at the end of this year, and go to university next year. And she said she thinks we should have a 2 week break in which we don't speak, text or call one another to see how we both feel after that. She said we can talk again after this time.I would do anything to stay with her, I'll darn travel the world and save up enough to do so if it means being with her again.For the past 2 days I haven't been able to sleep, exercise or eat. My stomach feels like its been punched a million times and the pain won't go away. I feel literally sick. And the worst part about it is that I'm not sure she is feeling the same pain as I am. My worst fear is that we will meet to catch up after the two weeks to chat about things, and she will say "I have enjoyed being myself these past two weeks and not having to hang out with you - lets end it here". How can I stop this? How can I prepare something so special so that she HAS to take me back and realise what we had together is rare and worth a lifetime of sacrifice?Please, please - help me. I know this girl is so special, she is amazing and I do not want to lose her. I don't want any negative comments about how I deserve better and there are plenty more fish in the sea - I want you guys to understand the dark place from where I'm currently sitting in, and try to help me create the fairytale ending in which I somehow pull of a miracle and win her back when we meet again after these two weeks. The possibility of potentially winning her back after these 2 weeks is all that is keeping me from total collapse at the moment. Otherwise I think I might buckle. I've never been suicidal, but nothing seems to be out of the question the way I'm feeling right now. Its a pain like no other.She is interstate this weekend with her mum at a music concert, and I am on good terms with her dad, so I thought when she is gone I might be able to discreetly visit him and talk some things over with him to see if there is anything else I could possibly do to save the relationship? I would make him promise not to tell Rachel of course.Thank you friends.Tl;Dr: My girlfriend is quickly losing interest in me and wanting to experience her 'wild side' and follow her dreams/passions in life, but she means the world to me and I will do anything I can to keep her in my life. We are on a 2 week break and I need to think of something I can do to win her back when we meet again to talk after those 2 weeks. Any thoughtful advice is appreciated. via /r/dating_advice