#of all things this got me crying about the group rallying to put zane back together in ch28 ;w;)/

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

i dunno if this has been asked, but:

ninja & co's love languages?

Kai: Giving- Words of Affirmation Receiving- Physical Touch (Has zero problems giving peps talks + hyping up those he cares about + telling others directly how he feels. Needs "physical" proof when it comes to others caring about him though, which is why he's such a hugger)

Jay: Giving- Quality Time Receiving- Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation (Loves carving out any moment he can for those he cares about, which usually then leads into opportunities for physical contact and words of affirmation. Can be a somewhat overwhelming combination if he's not mindful, though.)

Cole: Giving- Physical Touch Receiving- Words of Affirmation (Is not always good with words himself, so tries to express that he cares via physical touch and the occasional gift, although that can sometimes send mixed signals. Needs to be directly told by other parties that they care about him, otherwise he starts spiraling with doubts.)

Zane: Giving- Quality Time/Acts of Service Receiving- Acts of Service (Is always opening up for others to join him in whatever activities he's partaking in or goes out of his way to try and make someone's day a little easier if he can. But what shows him that others care about him is when they return his eagerness to help, even when he doesn't -or can't- ask for it)

Nya: Giving- Acts of Service Receiving- Gifts (Isn't really about all the touchy-feely talky stuff -not all the time, at least- and cherishes her alone time, so demonstrates her care by providing help or assistance where and when she can in whatever way she can. In return, receiving a gift with a lot of thought or intent behind it will immediately take her out at the soul)

Lloyd: Giving- Words of Affirmation Receiving- Quality Time (The best and most effective way he knows to make sure someone knows he cares is to tell them, and tell them constantly if he has to. In return, anyone going out of their way just to be in his presence and appreciate his existence...well, that speaks for itself)

Jesse: Giving- Words of Affirmation Receiving- Physical Touch (This boy's such a hopeless romantic that he's probably covering every single language at some point, but Words of Affirmation is the his ultimate go-to when trying to get his point across...even if those words are in the form of flowers. Same could be said when it comes to receiving, but having the physical contact of those he cares about is the biggest clincher for him)

Antonia: Giving- Physical Touch Receiving- Acts of Service (Similar to Cole, she is a very physically-inclined individual, showing her love in the form of wordless gestures that say everything and reassuring contact accompanying the things she does say. And though she doesn't always show it, she really, really appreciates it whenever someone close to her helps her out of a bad situation)

Harumi: Giving- Quality Time Receiving- Physical Touch/Gifts (Being able to spend time with those she values means a lot to her, along with receiving comforting physical gestures and gifts with meaningful intent. But, such fragile things are quick to fade away...)

Olivia: Giving- Words of Affirmation Receiving- Gifts/Acts of Service (Is loud, direct, and blatant with what she feels, almost to the point of completely missing what other people are saying. Is somewhat immune to receiving other types of languages, but when it comes to receiving gifts, she knows that time, thought, and care was put into it, and Acts of Service are proof that she's being heard)

Miranda: Giving- Quality Time Receiving- Words of Affirmation (Likes doing her own thing but likes having company while she does it. If you deemed worthy enough to enter her circle, you've made it. When it comes to receiving, primarily thrives on Words of Affirmation, but a really, really potent gift will also probably have the strength to send her careening into tears–something she doesn't do often)

Pixal: Giving- Gifts Receiving- Physical Touch (All those mechs and suits and upgrades she designs? That is the apex of the physical manifestation of how much she adores you, put to nuts and bolts instead of words because words are much more complicated than reverse engineering a giant submarine in less than twelve hours. Physical Touch doesn't seem like it'd be a big deal to her, but being reminded that yes she is real and yes what she feels is real is very therapeutic <3)

Skylor: Giving- Quality Time/Acts of Service Receiving- Words of Affirmation (When it comes to receiving, any sort of kindness towards her will melt her heart immediately, but genuine Words of Affirmation are the quickest way to turn her to mush. So when giving, she tries her best to capitalize on what little free time she has to make the most of being with those she adores above all else, whether that contributing to the cause or sharing new experiences with another)

Sunni: Giving- Words of Affirmation Receiving- Quality Time/Physical Touch (The queen herself of positive Words of Affirmation, will absolutely shower those she cares about with reassurances and kick any of their self-doubts to the curb. In turn, others going out of their way to seek time with her + give her physical reassurance will send her over the moon)

Harleigh: Giving- Quality Time/Physical Touch Receiving- Acts of Service (Takes a long time to even begin to care about people let alone express that care, but the first signs of it are when she starts not trying to actively avoid people. Due to being a ghost, her focusing long enough to give you some kind of physical reassurance is also a huge step for her. In turn, doing anything nice for her especially without her asking will probably make her blue screen for a good two hours snksnksnk)

(also also if you're looking for a Legacyverse-based fic that takes place in S2 and explores some of the characters' love languages you should totally check out Learning to Love (Again) by @k1ngtok1 heyo)

[feelthepainofdodick]

Addicted (D.D.x Reader)

Summary: You and David are dating but you get some devastating news that causes you to relapse and make bad choices. Consequences are bound to happen both in your relationship and your life.

Notes: Hi! I’m new to this whole writing fanfic thing. But I suddenly got the urge to write for this fandom so this is what came out. Bare with me, it’s my first piece and probably isn’t good. Let me know your feedback! Good or bad. But let me tell you; I already know my grammar and what-not is bad. Thank you for reading. Also! There’s a sequel to thing because I felt it was getting long and was only going to get much much longer. -Julie

Word Count: 1658

CHAPTER TWO

“What the fuck (Y/N/N)!” David yelled at your already sobbing face. You could feel the tingles on your neck when he yelled at you. You just stood there, in front of him, crying, attempting to hold your head up high. “Spit it out. Tell it to me straight!” He yelled again. 

You straighten your back. Looked him in the eyes with tears rolling down your face and said. “I used again.”

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48 hours earlier

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Tonight was the anniversary of being clean for two years. No one knew but David. My life as a drug addict was behind me and when I started gaining popularity on Instagram, I decided I didn’t want to be a bad role model to my fans. I then met David, met the vlog squad, and fell in love with my new life. Everyday I thought about using. But everyday I also thought about my new friends and my huge crush on David. When we started dating, it felt easier to deal with the throbbing need in my body that wanted me to go back to my addiction. I told David, when things got serious with us, about my past. He took it well and promised to never tell anyone. 

All day in my head were thoughts of my past. Nights filled with drugs and partying. Nights filled with the desire for an escape and my only resort being drugs. I tried thinking in the present. I was here. On my boyfriends couch. Surrounded by friends, sitting next to the boy I loved. Tonight, coincidentally, was also Zane’s birthday and we were making plans to celebrate.

Constant back and forth chatter was filling up the living room about what we should do tonight.

Zane: “I want to dance tonight! Let’s go to a club guys.”

Everyone groaned in unison.

David: “You know how hard it is to film in a club Zane. Can’t we go to some random party in the hills or something?”

Zane: “It’s my birthday and I want to go clubbing. I’ve got to get laid tonight guys and I don’t want to go to a party where we know everyone and I’ll have to deal with that awkwardness the next day.” He pouted.

(Y/N): In an attempt to rally everyone; “Come on guys! I’m sure it’ll be entertaining to watch Zane act like a dumbass and get rejected by all the girls at the club.”

Heath: “Damn straight”

People started to chuckle and smile against their own interests.

(Y/N): “And David, I’m sure you’ll get some good bits. You know how Zane is when he is drunk. We can pregame so you can get bits in the car rides and we can go somewhere after the club so Zane can be stupid freely.”

Zane: “Hey!”

Now people where agreeing. Nodding in consensus with the explained plan.

Hours later you started getting ready with Natalie in her room. Excited for the night ahead. You knew your limits when it comes to partying with the gang. Was it hard to resist? Absolutely. But, over the two years you’ve known them, you had to learn how to party with them or else you’d just isolate yourself. We were all young and it made sense to party at our age; they just didn’t have the baggage you had so you had to be more careful. Nonetheless, you were excited to dance your butt off and watch your friends get intoxicated. You were in the middle of helping Natalie curl her hair when you heard laughter coming from the kitchen of David’s house. Everyone was pre-gaming already and you could just imagine David egging them on with a camera near their faces. The idea made you chuckle. Natalie, looking at you through the mirror, smiled.

Natalie: “You excited for tonight?”

(Y/N): “Yup! Pretty excited. Zane is one year older and continuing to do stupid things. I’m very excited for the show tonight”

Natalie: “You planning on drinking?”

I visibly tensed. Luckily Natalie was distracted putting on lip gloss to notice. I always wondered if the whole friend group had suspicions about me. It’s not that I didn’t want to tell them. I just didn’t like the idea of people attempting to tiptoe around my feelings because they were worried I’d relapse or something. 

(Y/N): “No, I wasn’t planning on it”

Natalie: “Why not? I never see you let loose (Y/N/N)”

She was staring straight into my eyes now through the mirror.

(Y/N): “You know it’s just not my thing Nat” I attempted to say as calmly as possible.

Thankfully I was the girlfriend of a man that didn’t drink often and preferred to be sober and filming than to be intoxicated and flailing. Because of David, it didn’t seem that odd to not drink or party very hard.

Natalie just nodded getting back to her makeup while you continued to mess with her hair trying to style it the way she liked.

Everyone was heading to the car ready to start the night. Majority of the group was sufficiently buzzed except me, David, and Corinna surprisingly. The Tesla was packed; every spot filled and people sitting over other people. I was driving and David was egging on our friends to sing obnoxiously, tell him something they shouldn't, or to just generally do something worthy for the vlogs.

We parked outside this club called Elevate. Elevate was some club that Zane insisted on going to because he heard everyone talk about how cool and new it was. Everyone was hesitant but went along with it anyways. When we were able to get in, the club was packed. I mean wall to wall packed. Luckily, when Zane said everyone talked about the club, he actually meant Stass talked about the club. She was here and had a VIP booth reserved for his birthday. We went straight there and started the night.

We were about an hour in and everyone was in the zone for the night. Zane was on our table in the VIP section dancing with Stass while David filmed. So much for finding a random hookup with for the night. Heath and Mariah were sitting in the booth, laughing at Zane, and just being the cute couple we all knew they were. Nat, Carly, Corinna, Erin, and I were dancing out on the dance floor. We were all sweaty and gross but having a good time. It felt like a girls night and I was having the best time. I felt my phone buzz in the middle of dancing. I let it go to voicemail as I finished dancing to the song. When the song finished I walked back up to VIP, whispered to David that I would be outside on the balcony because I needed some air.

I walked up to the balcony and felt the fresh night air tingle at my skin. I stared out onto downtown LA. Mass amounts of people were milling around under me. I put my elbows on the glass railing and just laid my chin on my hands and stared at the scene in front of me. I zoned out for what felt like hours but in actuality was a few minutes. When I came to, I grabbed my phone to check my messages. There were a bunch of Instagram messages I had no desire to open right now, a few emails, a few texts from random people about random things, and a missed call with a voicemail left. I pressed the voicemail, punched in my pin, and raised the phone up to my ear.

Hello. We were hoping to reach the daughter of (Y/M/N)(Y/M/L/N). Mrs.(Y/L/N) was found dead at her home due to a home invasion earlier tonight. We wanted to let the family know we caught the men who did this immediately and they are already being charged. The Dallas Police department offers our condolences and hope for you to contact us if you need more information.

I stood there. Phone to my ear. Staring out onto downtown LA. Devastated. My mother is dead. Those were the only words running through my mind. I pulled my phone away from my ear, stared down onto my home screen, and started to dial for John.

John answered within the first two rings.

John: “(Y/N)? Is everything okay?” He sounded half asleep

(Y/N): “Where are you?”

John: “Home. (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

(Y/N): “I’m coming over. I’ll be there in a few hours.” I hung up the phone.

Next thing I knew I was walking out the balcony towards the exit. I looked back one last time to my friends behind me. Laughing and dancing their worries away. They looked carefree. I felt numb, disconnected from them at a fundamental level. I left the club, called an uber, and headed to the airport to go home.

It was five in the morning when I got to John’s house. I had a few too many margaritas at the airport bar waiting for my flight and during my flight. I was knocking on the door for five minutes before John finally opened up.

John: “What the fu*k. (Y/N). What are you doing here?”

(Y/N): “I told you I was coming dumbass! Now are you ready to get this party started?”

John: “What are you talking about?”

(Y/N): “I’m back baby. And I’m back to the old me.”

He leaned onto the door frame and stared at me. He sighed and made a sly smile.

John:  “Final-fucking-ly. It was about time you hung out with us. Come on in! I’ll call the gang.” He said pulling you into a short hug.

Now this, this is what you were familiar with. John, the gang, the partying, the numbness. 

The next 24 hours were going to be the best and worst time in your life.