#that being said. I do want sa to win. which is why I am scared. because india have been playing much better than we have 😭

[legowolas]

South Africa are playing India in the T20 Cricket World Cup final this evening, and I'm so scared 😭😭😭

[heerocks]

CURIOUS CAT — something productive

SYNOPSIS! Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in highschool. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef in between of them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

Heeseung walks out of building C, all smile and giggly. When Jake saw him walking towards his room, heeseung and the rest of their group could see how jake's eyes sparkled without even failing to say how thankful he was to his hyung.

Maybe Jay was right, he was a sucker for praise. With a promise of a free box of ramen from jake, heeseung go to his way. Though upon looking outside the glass wall of the building, heeseung saw you walking away.

He managed to catch up behind, but with enough distance from you. Heeseung desperately wanted to just walk up and start a conversation with you like a normal human being but we're talking about him. We're talking about Lee Heeseung who has had this not-so-tiny and not-so-little crush on you for almost five years. Of course, he can't just walk up to you because the bashfulness within him always wins.

He observed as you absentmindedly walk towards nothing. You look like a walking corpse, a reason that made him worry. So, he pulled out his phone and began texting.

Your stomach complained of hunger once again. You tried playing with your phone, listening to music, and other things just to try and distract yourself from the pit of your stomach but not one works.

You huffed, not sure how many times you did it inside the 5-minute mark of waiting for heeseung. What ifs running inside your brain- what if you continued your walk earlier? You should've finally had your coffee as you wait for him. At that thought, a grumble was heard from you.

He said, you needed to wait at least 20 minutes max but time was running slow and your patience was running thin as well as your mood. You tried distracting yourself by reading or playing games, but not one worked.

"No way, did he... did he prank me?!" You exclaimed standing up before crossing your arms. "Who pranked you?" Someone suddenly said from behind and you can't help but shrikes in panic. And you swear, you almost broke your neck just to look at the sudden intruder.

"What the fuck, Lee!" You screamed, hand unconsciously hitting him on his shoulder which he immediately rub. "Don't scare me like that!"

Heeseung didn't reply and just held his knees trying to catch his breath. "What happened to you? Did you run here?"

He shook his hand, "Used... bike" You handed him your water bottle and heeseung gladly chugged it down. He let himself sit across from you.

"What bike? Where is it though?"

"Borrowed it from someone along the way, I returned it then run here"

You were curious, why would he run here? Where did he go before he ran here? Questions pop out of your mind and heeseung knows so he pushes the plastic bag that he had been carrying which you only noticed now. "Here" Heeseung offered.

"What's that?" You ask, "Is that a dead bird?" and heeseung involuntarily rolls his eyes. "It's food for your information, miss"

"What am I going to do with this?"

He scoffed, "It's food. What are you supposed to do with food? Eat right? Yey, you finally passed middle school" Heeseung added with his fake enthusiasm, a teasing smirk drawn across his lips.

Your eyes sparkled at the mention of food, and heeseung can't help but chuckle endearingly but of course, you didn't see that. "So, is this mine?"

The man nodded, taking the plastic into his hands before preparing it in front of you. Heeseung nodded his head in the direction of the food, looking at you expectantly.

"I might believe that you have a crush on me, lee" You said teasing, trying to lighten the mood.

Heeseung smirked, "And what if I did?" He saw your confident eyes falter. "Wh-what?" Oh, how he loves teasing you and just making you blush.

"Chill, I just want to make up for everything that I did. Truce?" He said offering his fist and which you gladly bumped with yours.

"Truce" You replied smiling, while heeseung nodded, "Now, eat."

You didn't move, still staring at the man whose crossed arms are now on top of the table waiting for you to finally eat.

"Um, I can't possibly eat two servings... how about eating it with me?"

Heeseung can't help but smile, you were asking him carefully as if you're shy. He can feel his heart beating like crazy, and the slow trickling of heat to his cheeks can't help him soothe the feeling. You braved looking at him and saw how flushed his cheeks were. You can't help but smile, heeseung saw it and the heat on his cheeks doubled.

"Aish! Just eat" He exclaimed opening the food in front of you.

You can't help but giggle, taking the other pack and opening it before setting the food in front of him.

"Let's eat?" Heeseung nodded, looking down as he tried to hide his blush and smile. Unbeknownst to him, you're observing him. The sun makes his skin glow and you can't help but noticed how long his eyelash is, and how pinkish and plum his lips are. Heeseung is an attractive man and you can't deny it as well as the fact that you're getting comfortable with him.

As for heeseung, he's just happy that he can spend time with you like this and he can't wait to spend more in the future. Both smile at each other as you eat in comfortable silence, oblivious about the group of men not too far away from your table peeking at you both, soft giggles and smiles written on their lips.

chapter 27 — something productive

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[vashak]

Eiji’s war

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Originally posted on 22 December 2019 in Turkish here.

No, I’m not done yet.

I previously wrote about how Eiji found a new purpose in life after meeting Ash and getting to know his world, which helped him come out of the depression he suffered back in Japan. But what exactly is Eiji’s new purpose in life? It’s saving Ash from his very “different” world.

In the beginning of the story, we saw how devastated Eiji was when he found out that Ash was ready to use his one and only trump card (the capsule containing the Banana Fish drug) against Golzine, knowing full well that he wouldn’t win.

Ash had risked his own life to save Eiji’s when he didn’t know him at all and now Eiji doesn’t have the heart to let him walk to his death. It’s like he’s thinking to himself, “How can a boy my age find himself in such an impasse?” This is the first time we see Eiji rebel against the world Ash’s living in.

But Eiji does more than silently shed tears, especially once things get more complicated. For example, here he’s basically telling Ash to quit doing things that would put him in harm’s way.

Later, when it becomes clear that there’s no “quitting” in this world (because they simply won’t let you), Eiji comes up with a different suggestion.

And this offer is so unexpected that Ash doesn’t understand at first. Eiji simply asks him again if he would like to come to Japan with him. He is presumably surprised that Ash was so taken aback by such a straightforward question. Ash’s surprise is telling me that he never even thought it would be possible to leave this life behind.

Eiji’s offer also means this: I forgive you. Going to Japan to start a new life means that Ash won’t have to account for all the bad things he did in the past. Ash doesn’t believe there’s such a possibility or that he deserves such a chance. So he averts his gaze and comes up with an excuse. I just realized that there’s a pattern here. When Ash makes such excuses, he always puts himself down as if to say he’s not worthy of Eiji’s offer.  But then, as you’ll see in the scene below, he realizes that this attitude only serves to embarrass Eiji, so he stops and apologizes.

What this scene inherently tells us is just how ashamed Ash feels about the things he was forced to do all his life. It is also a good example of the difference in opinion between Ash and Eiji—while Ash thinks so little of himself, Eiji thinks the world of him.

When Eiji repeats his offer to go to Japan together a second time, he can’t stay so calm.

Because by then, Ash gave himself up to Golzine as hostage in exchange for Eiji’s life, underwent an eating disorder, started a guerilla war, got raped and is still fighting against commandos as they’re having this conversation.

This time, Ash tells him what he really thinks instead of coming up with excuses. He says “My hands are dirty with other people’s blood,” implying that he doesn’t deserve a fresh start. “But you had to. Or you would be killed yourself,” replies Eiji, whereas previously, when they were quarreling before Ash’s one-to-one fight with Arthur, Eiji had yelled “You are not the kind of man who shoots defenseless people!” to his face. It seems that Eiji has learned the cruel ways of Ash’s world since then.

There is another reason why Ash is not taking Eiji up on his offer besides thinking that he doesn’t deserve a fresh start. Ash thinks he’s a troublemaker and will put those around him in danger no matter where he is (I talked more about this here). And as expected, he tells Eiji exactly that: “I’m bad news, Eiji. Doesn’t matter where I go… And you’ll get caught up in it. Like you are now.”

We know by now that Eiji never even once stayed silent when Ash said something to stigmatize himself. He always told Ash otherwise and explained why in a perfectly logical way. All this time, he calmly and patiently fought against Ash’s toxic mindset. But this time, he’s had enough.

This is the first time Eiji puts his emotions into words in such a raw way. He literally screams how much he cares about Ash. And a minute later, he indisputably proves just how much by pushing Ash away and taking bullet for him.

This incident resets all the progress Eiji’s so far made to change Ash’s self-loathing mindset. The fact that Eiji almost died because of him and later Lao’s tirade against Ash in front of all the gang members (“He ain’t human! He’s a goddamn monster!”) make Ash feel ashamed and disgusted at himself.

Then comes the wretched hospital scene… This scene is drenched in symbolism, but it actually serves to make us understand one simple fact: Similar to how Eiji can’t survive in Ash’s world, Ash will never be accepted in Eiji’s world. Eiji’s not capable of protecting himself in Ash’s world. He’ll always be vulnerable as long as he stays there. And in Eiji’s world, Ash will never be accepted by others in the way Eiji accepts Ash. He’ll ultimately be seen as a criminal rather than a victim and will have to answer to the law for what he did.

So Ash enters the hospital. He’s been reminded in the most painful way that he can never be part of Eiji’s world and has come to say goodbye to his friend one last time. Eiji vaguely hears Ash’s accented “sayounara” and crawls out of bed with great difficulty to stop him from leaving (Ash can’t pronounce the second syllable long, but instead says “sa-yo-na-ra”). But just then, Charlie and Ibe-san notice Ash and come after him. Eiji knows that even if they have good intentions now, eventually Ash will be found guilty. And, for the first time in his life, Eiji tells Ash to leave him. He screams “Go!” with all his might. The anime adaptation did a wonderful job showing us how difficult this must have been for Eiji to do.

I think Eiji inherently knew that this was the last time he would see Ash. But he refused to believe it, because that would mean that he himself had surrendered to the fatalistic mindset that he was trying to liberate Ash from. So what does Eiji do next? What he does best, of course.

Remember when Eiji wanted to pass a message to Ash through his gang members when Ash tried to send him back to Japan without telling him? He asked Bones and Kong to tell Ash to “take care of his life” and that he would “always wish him luck” even from far away.

So this time, Eiji writes a letter to Ash in case he can’t see him before going to Japan. He pours in all that he feels. The letter ends up being the most earnest summary of everything Eiji has been trying to make Ash understand.

… You said to me before, “We live in different worlds” … We are friends. Isn’t that enough? … But I never felt scared of you, not even once … Actually, I always felt that you are hurt, much more than me—that your spirit is wounded … I always wanted to protect you … I think I wanted to protect you from your future … You can change your fate …

Eiji wants these words to accompany Ash while he’s away: “You are not alone, Ash. I am with you. My soul is always with you.” The one-way ticket to Japan he encloses with the letter serves as a reminder of his invitation. We know that Eiji had every intention of seeing Ash again from his thoughts on the plane. What didn’t cross his mind at all was without a doubt that Ash would draw his last breath as he read Eiji’s heartfelt words.

When it comes to Ash’s death, I feel overwhelmed with a series of unanswered questions as I previously indicated here and here. For example…

When Sing can’t get Ash to say anything to Eiji, he can’t bear to face Eiji empty-handed so he sees him off with a few made-up parting words in Ash’s stead (Aww, isn’t he precious?). Does Eiji ever realize this? Can he tell that Sing made up Ash’s parting words? I think he can. So does he ever confront Sing about this before or after Garden of Light? Who knows.

And just how much does Eiji know about Ash’s death? He knows that his letter distracted Ash, so he didn’t see Lao coming. But does he know that Ash had read part of his letter by then and started running to the airport? Does he know that Ash went back to the library after getting wounded to read the rest of his letter? Does he know that Ash laid his head on his letter and died with a smile on his face?

I really wish for a “yes” to these questions.

To me, the story of Banana Fish is more antagonistic towards Eiji than Ash. Yes, all the bad stuff happen to Ash but he’s never shocked that they do. The leopard has learned how harsh the ascent can be. Eiji, on the other hand, believes he can save Ash from this shitty world. He is proven wrong a number of times but he never stops believing that. As I mentioned in the answer to this ask, if you think about it, in the end Ash dies just like he knew he would.

He is stabbed by a street thug who held a grudge against him and dies just like that. In the end, he couldn’t change his fate like Eiji tried to make him believe. In the end, the leopard couldn’t climb down the mountain. But what’s remarkable is that Eiji never surrenders to Ash’s fatalistic mindset even after his death. Not even once. He never says things like “He was right after all and I was wrong. He couldn’t change his fate and trouble never ever left him alone.” Instead he says this:

The End

[capituloperdido1]

ACOSAS

Chapter 1

Here is the first chapter, please let me know what you guys think! Warnings: Anxiety Attack, mentions of SA

There was not a night, in which the shadowsinger did not wake up sweating after his night terrors. It had become a routine for him, to see the flames in his dreams, to see the smiles and dark eyes of his so-called brothers while they laughed at his pain. At first, he would find ways to comfort himself, he would read, pray to the Mother, and even journal (a suggestion given to him by his blonde friend). However, after the years passed, and his nightmares did not disappear, he had come to realize that the nightmare was a punishment from the cauldron. The scars, the nightmares, the fact that he did not have a mate; it was all a punishment for the horrors that he had committed. So he accepted the nightmares, he accepted the scars, the accepted the loneliness, he accepted the punishment Azriel rolled over the bed, taking off the sheets that had covered his body; and sat at the edge of the bed. He took a couple of seconds to look around his room. Five... the grey walls, the black wooden desk, the leather chair in front of the fireplace, the basket of dirty clothes, and the book that the priestess had let him borrowed. Four... the satin sheets on his bed, the trim curls on his head, the fleece black pants he wore, and the wooden decorations that surrounded his bed. Three... the chirping of birds in the morning, faint music from Velaris, and the sound of trees moving with the wind. Two... whiskey and roses. One... the taste of the chocolate pudding the house had given him the night before. He exhaled as his mind acknowledged reality. Sometimes, when the nightmares were too real; he woke up afraid to be in that cell... prison that his childhood self had called home. He stood, looking for his fighting leaders as he got ready to go to the training ring. Maybe the day ahead was not going to be bad, maybe something good might happen. Maybe, a certain auburn-haired priestess would be there. -.-.-.-.- The sun was just rising, the cold autumn wind tickled his wings as he flew up the house of wind. As if she had guessed he wanted to see her this morning; Gywn moved with gracious velocity while she tried the new obstacle arrangement that was meant for that morning. Azriel smiled to himself, one thing that he admired of the priestess was her willingness to overcome any challenge. She had become known around Prythian, the priestess, and her Valkarie friends, as the fiercest women in their territory. Some feared the group of females, others wanted to become like them. After the Valkaryes had conquered the mountain, many more priestesses had come to train with them; even some Illyrian females, not more than a dozen, had decided to learn the ways of the warriors. Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn had to help him and his brother train the new recruits; so they had resolved that the hour after the normal training would be focused on the three of them. However, over the last few months, he had a few one on one training sessions with the priestess. Once her smell hit him, his shadows became restless; one mischievous shadow shooting towards Gwyn and flying around her. They always reacted to her that way, as if they were anticipating throughout days and nights when they would see her again. At first, Azriel had been mortified; he worried that being surrounded by his shadows would make her uneasy, afraid or even disgusted. But, as always, the priestess had surprised him by smiling and opening her hands every time she saw them; welcoming his shadows with eagerness, not fear. -I was wondering if you would come today- she said playing with his shadow. Stop, come back he said to the shadow; but again it ignored him and flew around her hair as if saying i'm not leaving until i want to. -I had a feeling you were going to fail the training course, i could not miss it- he said jokingly. -mhm, sure shadowsinger- she smiled, taking a sip of her water - we both know I'm faster and more agile than you ever were- He laughed and took his leather jacket off A moment passed, and he confessed,- i couldn't sleep- -me neither- she said smiling sadly. They had never talked

about it.

What kept them up at night, they didn't need to. They resorted to talking about books, trains and make snarky remarks to each other. He had to admit that her competitiveness matched his own; and in some way, it helped him forget about his nights. -well... how about you time me, and then i'll time you shadowsinger- she said. He smiled, he appreciated that she never pushed him; and in return, he never pushed her. He knew her terrors, he had been there to witness most of them. But unlike him, he prayed to whatever deity existed that she could overcome them. If there was one person in this world who did not deserve one bad dream was Gwyneth Berdara. -hmm... but let's make a bet priestess- he smirked. -you win, ill bring you the stash of chocolate brownies Nesta hides in the house. I win and you will let me look at more of your notes on mind-stilling-  The priestess had come one night with stashes of papers in her hands; she had dumped the papers in his lap and said - i have not finished it, don't judge the writing. But read it, and try some of the exercises, it has helped me with... you know- From that moment on, he read mind stilling exercises for his anxiety after a bad dream. Gwyn smiled, tying her long hair up in a ponytail. His shadows stilled for a moment, not in fear, but in admiration. -sounds like a deal shadowsinger- He dared to open his mind to his shadows, curious to hear what they were thinking; beauty, they said, autumn beauty. -.-.-.-.- Somehow, they ended up training until Nesta and Cassian came up the stairs. Neither of them had completed the course without busting their asses in the sand at least once. However, she was happy to convince him that even if there was no winner she would let him borrow another copy. Azriel knew that meant he would have to bargain with the house (who somehow held the brownies away from anyone) and exchange some smut books for at least one or two. His brother approached him smiling; after the Blood Rite and all the mess that had been the last couple of months, Cassian and Nesta were finally able to plan their mating ceremony. Azriel never pictured Cassian as the man who would talk for hours about how Magnolias and Lilies could not go together. But his brother was so happy, so excited to plan his ceremony; that he had been part of every decision made until that point. Nesta was more than happy to lay off the decisions of lighting and colors for their mountain ceremony; she was more focused on the guests. Cassian had insisted on inviting some of the high lords; to satisfy Rhys and make it somehow a place to prepare for Koschei. Nesta had refused and had threatened to poke Rhysands eyes out if someone other than Hellion, and Kallias arrived to their ceremony. -hey Az, you look like a whole building fell on your face man- said Cassian while tying a bun with a string of leather. -and you look like you need an ass-kicking, should I tell Nesta to humiliate you in the ring again?- he responded, smiling while he remembers the oldest Archeron sister kicking his brother out of the ring in their last hand to hand combat As the rest of their class arrived, Azriel took the chance to get near Gwyn. - Listen, I know I didn’t let you go back to your chambers. But... thank you, for ... you know being here - he said while scratching the back of his neck. She smiled. And his shadows danced happily looking at her dimples and red lips, beautifully matching her hair. -you know Azriel, I know I’ve never said it. But as your friend, I will be here whenever you need me. If you need to talk, fight, or read some smut... I’ll be here - Gwyn said. He nodded and attempted to show that her words had not just opened a light inside him that for five hundred years had disappeared. -thank you Gwyn-. -.-.-.-.-.- After the training, Azriel walked to his chamber when he heard the voice of his brother in his head. I need you, there is a mission that needs attending. Now. He sighed, he hated that Rhys sounded upset every time he talked to him; but after the mess during solstice, he had not been able to make

things right with him. With anyone for that matter; he had avoided Rhys and Elain, too scared to face the feelings that surged when he now thought of the seer. He flew to Rhys house, landing at the roof where his brother watched the bright morning of Velaris. - Azriel- his brother acknowledged him with a nod. After a couple of minutes, his high lord spoke. -how close are you with Gwyn, the priestess-. His eyebrows furrowed -why? Am I going to have to stay away from her too? - he said with an intentional bite in his tone. Rhys looked at him angrily -no. I need you and her for a new mission. One that requires trust, and your head on your brain, not your pants- -I would never think about her like that Rhys, not knowing what she had endured- he responded in a low voice. Rhys got close to him and put a hand on his shoulder - you’re right, I’m sorry. I know how much you respect and connect with her- -which is why I need you to take her to Helions library for a couple of weeks, I need her to do some research on the possibility of a fourth trove and how to help Vassa- It took Azriel a minute to process what his brother was asking of him... No, what he was asking of Gwyn. -no- he responded. Rhys grabbed his shoulder a little harder -what? What do you mean no?- -I mean that Gwyn will not leave the library under your orders. She is not ready for that- he said, his voice rising at the anger and protectiveness he felt in his chest. -how do you know that?- Rhys responded with the same tone. -because... because I know- Azriel answered -and you keep making decisions without regarding people’s feelings and fears, and that’s not okay Rhys- He knew that was unfair; his brother did what he did for the sake of the court, for the sake of the world. -Azriel that is not your call to make- his brother said in a softer voice. -neither is yours, especially because you don’t even acknowledge her existence. Or any of the Valkyries for that matter- he moved away from his brother. It took him a minute to look at Rhys, who had a pained look in his eyes. -you’re right, I can’t argue with that- he sighed-I’m sorry, I know I should’ve talked to her first; and now I will. However, if she says yes, I will task you to protect and help her. I can’t send Cass because he is ... mated now- Azriel laughed sarcastically. Of course, he thought, leave it to Rhys to make his cut bigger with a few words. -of course my lord- he said, and shot up to the sky without saying goodbye.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

At the library at the bottom of the house, things were usually quiet. That was one of the reasons why Gwyn had begun to train; the library offered no distraction to her mind, no way to still it if thoughts raced through her. She had been shelving books that Merril had given her for the past hour; thinking and avoiding the memory of last night's nightmare. The blood, the rough hands holding her down, the children screaming. It was all too much, it was all too real. She had gone up in the morning to the training pit. To avoid sleeping, yes, but also because she somehow knew that Azriel would be there. She hated that he had to go through what she went through, but she was grateful for his presence at the moments when she needed him the most. Steps sounded at the end of the hallway, and Gwyn stiffened. They sounded male, heavy, and loud. She knew it was not Azriel, his shadows always let her know that he was approaching. She looked up from her book nervously, ready to run away if needed.... But that was her high lord looking at her with a sweet smile on his face -hello Gwyn, Valkyrie, Carynthian warrior- he smiled. And she realized that out of the three brothers, Azriel had the best smell. She liked the smell of night-chilled mist and cedar, the others smelled too sweat and too flowery for her taste. -high lord- she courtesy nervously. -please, don’t do that, we are practically family right ?- he said while offering her a bag that she had not noticed he carried. -I’m bringing you the best chocolate croissants in the city, Feyre told me you and Nesta enjoy chocolate at the same rate. I hope you like them- he placed them in her cart, knowing she would not touch him. Another set of steps sounded at the distance, and her sister appeared walking with rapid-fire towards her. - I told you to wait Rhysand- Nesta said. -I...it’s okay Nesta, thank you High... Rhysand— Gwyn said, opening the bag and smelling it. Damn... that was dark chocolate in the croissants; her favorite. -what can I do for you guys?- she said while taking a bite of the soft, sweet bread. -we were wondering if you wanted to dine with us tonight, here in the House, only Az, Cass, Nesta, Feyre and me- The High Lord said. - we have a proposal for you, but we want to talk to you about it first-. She looked at Nesta, who was stealing some of her croissants. - su...sure... I’ll gladly accept. It would be an honor - she smiled. -.-.-.- After her shift with Merrill ended, she went to her chambers to bathe quickly. She should change, she knew they dined casually, she wanted to fit in with the group. So she bathed, braided her hair and decided to wear a flowery blue dress that showed the mid of her back; it had a tight bodice and a skirt that flowed until the top of her knees. It had been a gift from Nesta, she had told her to use it whenever she wanted to practice what she would do when she went to Velaris for the first time. As she climbed up the stairs, she imagined what life would be like if she was brave enough to leave the library. Gods she wanted to be in the city, wanted to try the food, hear the music, look at the people. But it all scared her too much. She was waiting for an opportunity, she said to herself, an opportunity to escape the library and be dragged to the real world. The smell of roasted potatoes, beef, and vegetables filled her nose; she thanked the Mother that the house cook. she approached the dining room and smiled at hearing Nesta laugh so hard, probably at something her mate had said. She was happy that her sister had found a man that grounded her, filled her (in every sense of the way) and that respected her. She was a bit jealous that she had found a mate though, she had studied the relationships of mates for months, and understood that they were rare but only rare among powerless faes. Which meant, that the possibility of finding hers was minimum... or as Merril liked to say an absolute zero. -you came!- said Nesta, smiling. Gwyn strode down the hall to sit beside Nesta; her eyes looking around the room to acknowledge everyone who was there.

-thank you for inviting me - she said, coming out as barely a whisper. Rhysand approached with a smiled that brightened the entire room, - thank you for coming, Gwyn, i know the effort it must have been but i appreciate it-.

She smiled -those chocolate croissants were really persuasive my lord-. Rhysand got even bigger -look at you, already teasing me as Cassian does-. The house placed food in front of her, adding extra vegetables. To which she frowned "i didn't know you cared for my vitamins". She ate silently, admiring how the dynamic between all of them was. She couldn't deny the jealousy that threatened to rise, she missed having a family. No, she missed being able to enjoy family without the fear of the outside world suffocating her. Minutes, hours passed and they all kept talking. Azriel had changed his seats to be in front of her, the shadowsinger looking deeply at her while she played with her water. She felt even more comforted now that he was near her. Rhysand stood and cleared his throat -well, i'm sure Gwyn has had enough of our voices; so let's get to the point-. He approached her slowly and passed her a paper she had not noticed he carried. -we want to officially invite you to be part of this court- he started. -Everyone that is here admits that there is no one more deserving and capable to be the official scholar of the Night court-. He laid the paper in front of her. A contract, offering an obscene amount of money. -you... want me to work for you?- she said -yes, if you are comfortable doing this of course- he responded. The contract asked her to inform, research,and educate the leaders of the court, on different matters she would be asked to. -Before you accept- Azriel spoke softly, looking at Rhysand, -you should hear what the first mission would ask from you-.

Rhysand nodded, -we are looking for the possibility of a fourth trove, and we can only do so in the biggest library of the country.... in the day court-.

Leaving the library, she would not only leave the library but also the night court.

Was she ready for that?

-Would i go by myself?- she asked him

-No, you would go with Azriel as your bodyguard, or assistant, whatever you need from him- Rhysand responded.

She smiled, looking at the shadowsinger. - And you accepted this?-

His mouth quirked upward -if i didn't we would have had Nesta to deal with-.

This was it, this was the push she had asked for.

-Rhysand, i would be honored to be the scholar of your court- she said, - and i thank all of you for trusting me, i will not let you down-.

She looked around the room to find every single one of the court's members looking at her with loving, proud eyes.

She would go to the Day Court, she would find a way to help her friends and her world.

Gwyneth Berdara looked at her future companion, the beautiful male with eyes of honey that she would daydream about.

Who knows? Maybe this mission would bring them closer. Maybe they would finally talk about their nightmares, their fears.

Maybe she would finally be able to show Azriel how she felt about him. And maybe this time, he would listen.

[kalaluchi]

chapter 02: Rebellion

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Alya was going to lose her mind at any second. How did she become best friends with someone so damn stubborn?

“Girl, I’m telling you, there is no way that boy does not have a crush on you. It’s so obvious, please!”

“Alya. One: I think you are crazy. Two: he’s just friendly. Ok?”

It had been a little over a month since Adrien Agreste had joined their class, and yet he seemed to be getting along well with everybody. For Marinette, it had been hate at first sight and then love at second sight.

In her defense, she never intended to fall for him. Not when he was the best friend of her archnemesis-for-who-knows-how-long. Definitely not when he’d put gum on her seat on the first day of class, when he didn’t even know her. So, it made absolute sense for her to snob him back… except.

Except she’d been completely wrong.

It had all been a mix up… and as he’d smiled kindly at her, and she’d stared, really stared, into his eyes for the first time since meeting him… she’d realized she really wouldn’t mind getting lost in them and the way the fading sun turned them the most perfect shade of green.

That was when she’d realized she was in trouble. That was when she’d realized that despite her initial, intense hate for the green-eyed blond-haired boy, she’d fallen quite hard for Adrien Agreste at second glance… even though he was the best friend of her archnemesis-for-who-knows-how-long.

She continued to fall even further when she saw how cute he really was, how kind he was to everyone, how comfortable in his own skin he seemed, how he laughed softly at most anything, and a million other “how's” known only to her heart.

And then they’d started talking.

Of course, she’d always wanted to approach him, but never found the courage to, which was why she resorted to roundabout ways to catch his attention most of the time.

There was that one time she’d learned he loved macarons, so she’d stayed up nearly the whole night just perfecting a batch to bring to school. Then she’d spent the whole day loudly talking about them, waving them around anytime she thought he was looking -- in hopes he’d ask her for one, and they could strike up a convo. But to no avail.

And the time she’d heard that he loved cats, so she’d read about all the different breeds and their origins, even writing notes to remember the important parts. But she’d ended up forgetting to bring the notebook and getting a mind block in school, so that when he asked what her favorite breed of cat was, she’d replied, “Orange.” (She’d wanted to bury herself in a hole for days after that.)

And too many other instances, way more than she could count on her fingers.

Alya had quickly caught on to what her best friend was up to, and was highly against the plan. “Girl, just woman up and go talk to him yourself!” she’d said. “Adrien Agreste is literally the nicest boy I’ve met, and he won’t judge you or anything if you randomly talk to him! And anyway, if he does do that, then he’s not crush-worthy, okay?”

Marinette had seen the sense in her best friend’s statement, but knowing you have to do something and being able to actually do it are two different things. Because Marinette was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, not Alya Césaire, and as much as she’d wanted to talk to him, she just couldn’t bring herself to because she’d been scared, too scared of what he might say.

To her surprise, though, he’d actually reached out to her one day. And the conversation hadn’t stopped, like she’d feared it would. It had gone on for hours which turned into days, and it had felt good, felt right. And for a second, she could almost, almost believe that he could like her, too, despite their awkward beginning. But then she’d stumble over her words, and the fantasy would fade. Because how could he possibly fall for her when he was the most amazing person she’d ever met and she was just Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and there were so many other, better, more interesting people in her school -- in all of Paris for that matter-- that he could fall for? So there was absolutely no way he could like her back, could see her as anything more than a friend.

Right?

Marinette shook her head, clearing it of thoughts. Of course she was right. What could Alya possibly know anyway?

Alya gave Marinette the deadest stare she could muster. “Friendly,” she echoed monotonously. “You know what? I am officially appointing myself as your fairy godmother. And as your fairy godmother it is my duty to prove that Adrien Agreste has a crush on you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette sighed at her best friend’s antics. “Well, I won’t stop you, but I do still stand by my original statement.”

Alya pursed her lips. “Okay, how ‘bout this: if it turns out I am right, which I am, and Adrien Agreste does have a crush on you, you owe me an entire box of macarons.”

Marinette shrugged. “Fine with me. You do know this is a win-win for me right? If you’re right, it’s a win that my crush likes me back. If I’m right, it’s a win because I don’t have to bake a dozen macarons.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I just want you to be happyyyy~!” Alya singsonged. “So, leave it to me. I gotchu.”

Marinette laughed and rolled her eyes playfully at the wink her best friend gave her. “Okay, then. Work your magic, please.”

“Alya Césaire, Fairy Godmother, at your service!”

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The first time Alya had to work her fairy godmother magic, she had to admit it wasn’t the best attempt. But she was still determined to give it her all, and prove her point, no matter what. Her pride as a credible writer depended on it.

(Or so she liked to defend to herself.)

Hence her half-brilliant idea to dress Marinette up for school one day.

There was nothing wrong with her best friend’s style, of course. It was just that it was so… Marinette. Soft and cute, but always hiding her full potential. She just needed a little shaking up, a change in routine, just once.

So there was Marinette, with her hair styled, and dressed in all the clothes she’d been hiding at the back of her closet that Alya had always insisted would suit her. (And they did. Splendidly.)

Alya liked to refer to her plan as half-brilliant -- brilliant because Adrien reacted the exact way she’d hoped, but not brilliant because Marinette reacted the exact way Alya had hoped she wouldn’t.

The moment Marinette walked in the door, Alya noticed Adrien’s head whip around so fast she was afraid he’d gotten whiplash. He grinned shyly as Marinette passed by.

“Morning, Marinette. I haven’t seen you wear that before,” he chuckled lightly, though a faint blush spread across his cheeks. “It really suits you, though. You look very pretty.”

Marinette blinked at that, a little offended at the wording. “Uh. Thanks, I guess?”

Adrien cleared his throat as Marinette started up the stairs to her seat. “Uh, no, I meant, prettier than usual, of course. You’re already naturally pretty, you see.”

Of course, Marinette chose that exact moment to turn beet red and walk into the edge of her desk. “You too,” she wheezed out, doubled over and clutching her stomach.

“I-- sorry? A-are you okay?” Adrien asked, bewildered.

“I said, thank you. And, yes, I’m fine.” Marinette forced a grin as she slid into her seat.

“Well,” Alya said as soon as Adrien sat back down, “what did I tell you? He thinks you’re pretty. He just needed a little push to come out and say it. Boy def has a crush on you.”

“Alya,” Marinette chided, though she was trying to hide how happy the compliment had made her, “what did we say about jumping to conclusions, especially when there’s no diamond solid proof?”

“Don’t,” Alya replied with a sigh.

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The second time around, Alya was surprised she didn’t even have to do any work to find something to pick on -- Marinette practically handed her the proof on a silver platter.

It was not unusual for Marinette to come to school late, or with eyebags under her eyes, as Alya knew her best friend had a habit of staying up late the night before and oversleeping. (Seriously, though, with the amount of times this had happened in the past, did the girl have a secret double life or something? It’s not like the school gave enough assignments to lose that much sleep over. Alya was always telling Marinette she really needed to sleep earlier...)

But this time, something seemed different.

Maybe it was the way Marinette was typing furiously on her phone under the table, trying hard not to smile.

Or the way Adrien, with similar eyebags, was doing the same thing.

It could just be a coincidence, though. Alya had to remind herself to take it slow, not jump to conclusions. But still, her best-friend-senses were telling her something was up.

She was just about to bring it up when Marinette turned to her excitedly. “Look at this picture Adrien sent me of his cat. Isn’t he cute? That fluffy black fur and those green eyes, Alya, loooook!”

Alya raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly. “Wow, you guys chat now? That’s new.”

Marinette bit her lip. “Yeah, but it’s just your usual sending-memes and random-small-talk-about-your-life and i'm-drowning-in-acads-you-too? 4am kind of talks. It’s not the soft here’s-what-i-like-about-you 4am kind of talks, sadly,” she sighed, tapping her phone on her thigh.

“Wait. 4am?”

Marinette smiled sheepishly, and Alya knew her hunch had been correct. “Yeah. I don’t intend for it, obviously, but the past week it’s been like, we start talking, and next thing I know it’s 4am and I’m absolutely doomed because I haven’t started the assignment for Mme. Bustier’s class due at 8:30am.”

Alya laughed. “Okay, Marinette, there is something wrong with that last part, I’ll admit. But nevertheless, I’m so proud of you for holding a convo with the boy of your dreams for that long. And to think that he stays up the same? Damn. I really didn’t peg Adrien as the type to pull all-nighters. I guess there’s only one conclusion…” She trailed off dramatically, grinning at her best friend.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “I know what you’re gonna say, and I’m gonna reply-- it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just two people, talking, getting to know each other.”

“He stayed up. Till 4am. To talk to you.”

“Well… yeah.”

“The past week. An entire week.”

“... yeah.”

“Just for you.”

“You don’t know that. Maybe he was cramming homework,” Marinette argued.

“Girl,” Alya rebutted, “this is Adrien Agreste we’re talking about. When does he ever cram?”

Marinette shrugged. “This past week?”

“Girl, you’re hopeless. You’re lucky I love you. Go back to chatting your dream boy. But please start sleeping earlier.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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The third time was such a dead giveaway Alya felt like she’d been smacked in the head with a huge bag of “HELLO I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU,” and she could not for the life of her understand why her best friend could not see the truth shaking its butt in their faces.

It happened one morning, when Marinette walked into the classroom wearing the cutest cardigan Alya had ever seen.

“Girl!” she exclaimed once the blue-haired girl was seated. “I love what you’re wearing, it looks so good on you! How come I’ve never seen it before?” The brunette flipped her hair over her shoulder and huffed. “As your best friend, I’m offended you never told me this heavenly piece of clothing existed. I’d have made you wear it every single day if only I knew.”

Marinette bit back a smile. “I know, it’s kinda super cute, right? It’s super comfy, too. Adrien made it for me,” she added shyly.

Alya waggled her eyebrows. “Mm, you mean he had it made for you, right? Must be nice to come from an ultra-known ultra-rich family or something.”

“No, I mean, like, he made it for me… as in he made it himself…”

“Wait, what. One: why. Two: how do you know he made it himself? I mean, girl, no offense to your boy of course. But that’s some high effort shiz to do for someone who is just ‘a friend’” Alya pointed out, using air quotes.

Marinette rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, one: I know he made it himself because he sent Nino videos of his progress as he was making it, which Nino eventually forwarded to me once I’d gotten the gift--”

(“Nino, that little brat, how dare he not tell me something as important as this,” Alya growled, glaring daggers across the room at her boyfriend.)

“--and two: are you really still doing that? I don't like how you used air quotes because I have absolutely no idea what you mean by them.” Marinette crossed her arms, in denial. “I mean, obviously, yes, Adrien and I are friends and we are doing things friends do, yes that is normal even though he is literally the cutest human being I have ever met but it’s obvious he’ll never feel the same way, so--”

“Marinette, there are heart patterns on the pockets,” Alya deadpanned.

“There are?!” Marinette excitedly began pulling up the cardigan to check. Then she seemed to remember her stand on the matter, and wiped the smile off her face, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in her clothes. “And if there were, it does not matter, because it obviously does not mean anything. It’s just a cardigan, I think you’re overthinking things,” she said nonchalantly, though her voice was an octave higher than normal.

Alya laughed aloud. “Just a cardigan, Marinette?! He crocheted you a whole freaking cardigan for your birthday! You love cardigans, it’s the most Marinette gift one could give you. Plus,” she continued, holding up a finger when it looked like Marinette was about to protest, “do you know how many days it would’ve taken to make that? And there’s the fact that you guys literally just started talking this month. Come on, you have to admit that means he likes you! Or maybe is just a little interested? Huh, how about it?” Alya nudged her friend, trying to knock some common sense into her.

For a second, it seemed to work. Marinette bit back a smile, took a deep breath, and-- “Maybe he’s just super super super friendly?”

Alya blinked once, twice. “Yeah, ok, I give up. Keep your macarons.”

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[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

So due to popular demand I watched episode 2 of Walker for you guys. Part 2 of 2

The pilot was more interesting and it wasn’t interesting. But let’s continue, maybe it’s gonna get better.

So my cookies are ready now! I ate the smallest one to check if they’re good. They are. At least I have my cookies.

Apparently now they have to take a horseriding test. Walker puts the saddle on a horse. But he gets emotional. The flashback music starts. If I see more of these I will develop rabies symptoms. I’m sorry this is what we’re talking about. This is Geneviève Padalecki’s role in this show.

Walker gets on the horse. He touches the bad and the flashback sound effect plays. Rabies. “Walker are you okay?” Ramirez asks. He nods. I’m Fine Lie #9000.

No, wait. He gets off the horse. Dude it’s called handling a loss badly and they have therapists for that. Please go to therapy. There are literal professionals trained to help you with that.

He takes off his hat, which lets you know this is serious.

He goes at the bar run by the lady who was with Emily when she died. He is no longer a ranger until he passes the test. We are happy about it because he is not in the psychological conditions to be a law enforcement officer. Oh, wait, we’re supposed not to be happy about it. Honestly, I’m not sure. Is he supposed to be relatable, or are we supposed to think that he’s screwed up and should not be a cop or a parent right now? Because he’s ostensibly the latter but maybe the intentions of the writers are the former.

He says that James thinks he’s “not quite right in the head”. Mmm… are we supposed to think James is being exaggerated? Because it’s true. He’s not in the conditions to do this job… he needs to get professional mental health support, period.

They reminisce about Emily and Walker repeats the same things that made him think there’s more to the case than it appears, like the way her eyes were closed. The bartender confesses she closed her eyes. Well. That was anticlimactic.

In the meanwhile, Liam the gay brother meets his partner for lunch. He’s attractive. Liam would also be if he weren’t dressed and hair-styled like that. I dunno. The partner wants them to move to New York. They joke about dying of queso.

Augustus goes to take pictures with his mother’s camera and has a glowy flashback of his own. “He’s sensitive. He keeps a lot inside, like his father” his grandma comments to her husband. They talk about Walker fixing the house. “He wants to pick up where he left off” she says. I am hurting inside. Did they write this with the Supernatural pilot script open on the desk!?

Ramirez keeps working the case. Turns out, the horse that died wasn’t the horse it was supposed to be (a famous racing horse). Someone swapped the horses? I don’t care, actually. I’m gonna skip the case details.

Walker eats tortilla chips with queso. And begs Ramirez to let him work on the case because that’s all he knows how to do. That’s stolen from a couple Supernatural episodes when they talk about hunting, but okay.

“You know how you can see a horse’s soul in its eyes?” …no, but okay.

They’ll need to find the mysteriously disappeared horse… which is loose! In the hospital! No, not in the hospital. Just on a road. Best shot in the show, big dark horse walking around Austin.

They need to go find the horse. Obviously Walker volunteers to get the horse. “Might not be a ranger, but I’m still a cowboy”. I’m crying this is so cliché.

You know Walker is cool because he gets out of the truck without using the little step.

It’s so deep.

Oh my god. He. He follows horse dung. It’s. It’s literally a plot point. He tracks the horse following horse poop.

He finds the horse, feeds him a lil sugar cube, puts the reins on him. It’s a beautiful horse. Can’t the show be about this horse?

Billionaire bad guy (owner of the horse, set the fire to pretend the horse was dead because lots of bets were placed on the horse, but the horse was lightly injured so couldn’t win) driving towards his plane to catch his plane to escape. James and Ramirez do a car chase.

Bad guy lackey shoots at their wheels so their car stops. But Walker arrives on the horse, gets Ramirez on the horse and they ride the horse to the bad guys’ car. Ramirez gets on the car and punches the bad guys unconscious.

For some reason (I mean, budget limitations) the fighting sequences are very quick. I would have watched more of Ramirez kicking billionaire bad guy’s ass on a moving car. But it’s fine, I mean, if this show had a bigger budget they’d spend it on more cowboy hats, so it’s fine.

Walker, James and Ramirez celebrate at the bar. Apparently the bad guy’s lackey that was supposed to get rid of the horse loved the horse too much and set him free in Austin. Mood.

There’s still a third of the episode still to go, though. Drama will ensue. Indeed Liam arrives and is super pissed off at Walker for missing lunch, which he forgot because he was busy with his lil tests.

Liam says Stella didn’t show up to the game. Walker says he know where she is and gets Ramirez to come with him.

Indeed she’s thrown a party at their house. Walker asks her what she’s doing. “Being a disappointment I guess” she answers. He asks her why she missed the game. She says that it shouldn’t be so easy to get a second chance after messing up - like him. He’s like, a second chance? It’s not like a stopped being your father. Except… you did? You disappeared from their lives entirely. He calls her out for damaging the house and she’s like, it’s not even our home anymore but I’m supposed to treat it like a museum? Honestly her scenes are the only interesting thing in this show. He says he’s back now, but she says that being back isn’t enough, what makes a parent is *doing parent things*, supporting the kids.

“I wish uncle Liam had gotten custody of us when he tried” she eventually drops the big bomb. Ouch.

He’s super pissed off, takes off the hat dramatically, and drives back to Liam. He gets off the drunk and immediately assaults Liam. “You tried to take my damn kids!”

I’m flabbergasted. They. They just wrote a plotline where a gay man tried to ~steal a straight man’s children~ like it was a good idea. I mean! Liam getting custody of the kids would have been a VERY GOOD IDEA but what, we’re supposed to think he was wrong? I am so confused because I can’t tell if we’re supposed to be on Walker’s side or not. He is NOT in the condition of being a parent. The kids SHOULD be under the custody of their grandparents and/or uncle. Not because he’s traumatized by loss, but because he��s not trying at all. He keeps saying he’s trying but he’s not. He gets aggressive too easily and it could be dangerous.

Anyway the brothers have this physical fight which isn’t by far the most embarrassing thing in this show so I’ll let it slide. “You had no right!” Walker says, to which Liam replies that he gets it was rough but “you went dark! That was negligence!” Which is absolutely right and he should have gotten the custody of the kids. Liam mentions that their parents also agreed on the thing, and Walker yells “these are MY kids!” which is appalling, because being the biological father of some kids doesn’t make it okay to disappear on them for months and being mad if someone else stepped up to be their parent in your absence. “I didn’t want them to be orphans, did you!?” Liam yells back.

“I would never _take_ them, I wanted to protect them,” Liam says, and says more very reasonable things. “Even now you’re not here.” Walker yells that he is here (again, being physically in Austin doesn’t make you a parent, like Stella said), Liam replies that he’s chasing ghosts.

He brings up the things that don’t add up again, like the poker chip. I’m afraid that the narrative will prove him right, that there WAS something there and he was right to follow through the case despite everyone else telling him he was being delusional and that he should let it go and focus on the family. It would be actually good if it turned out that there was nothing there, that it was all coincidence (like the friend closing her eyes) and that he just chased ghosts for real, but I’m afraid this isn’t that kind of show. I think they’re playing it straight, that they’ll make Walker be right, and it will suck.

A note: now that he’s fighting and yelling and being angry, Jared is actually acting properly, which I don’t know if it’s a good thing or creepy.

Actually Liam says something very reasonable now, that answers will not actually satisfy him, her being gone will never make sense emotionally. The poker chip isn’t going to bring her back. He will lose everything if he keeps searching for something that isn’t there.

Now that Walker has calmed down, Jared returns to doing Jared mouth things. Oh no! Augustus watched them fight.

Oooh. Augustus gives him the present Emily was going to give him for father’s day. Poker chips. “She kept a few of the chips so she could show people” (what? But okay). Another of the mysteries was actually not a weird conspiracy at all. I suspect the narrative will make us believe there was nothing there to just pull a twist afterwards. It would be interesting if Walker were indeed looking for nothing, but I doubt that’s what they’re doing. They’re playing the tropes too straight.

Meanwhile Ramirez comes home to her boyfriend preparing a homemade dinner. She says she’s happy he’s there, and that scares the crap out of her. She wants to get both the job and the relationship right. They’re really cute and I hope their relationship doesn’t get drama-fied for drama. A healthy relationship where two partners figure out how to navigate it together, with normal minor bumps along the way they face together, would really be a good thing for the show to portray.

The next morning, Walker is making breakfast when Stella enters the kitchen. She doesn’t speak to him but gets on her phone so he starts texting her. They have a moment. He was looking for him mug and she gets it out for him. She says it reminded her of him being gone so she’d put it away. They do a bonding activity (bringing a memento from their old house to their new one), she cries, he hugs her.

Back at the ranch, Walker’s father has made him a new saddle. Gramps Walker is rough around the edges but has a hidden wisdom.

The emotional moment is kinda broken for me by the big Texas flag they have inside the house. I suppose it’s just how Texas is but it’s still funny for that very reason.

Augustus for his school project has put together a video from old family footage. Lots of flashback, but this time with a regular song and not the rabies sound effect and with the soft lighting but not the most extreme glowy effect, so it’s kinda okay.

Jared makes emotional faces and the episode’s over.

Well, at least the dead guy having been to prison wasn’t really relevant and the bad guy was a billionaire. An improvement from the previous episode.

I’m not going to give views to the youtube trailers, but I’ve been told in the next episode a new character will be introduced that is a childhood friend that is ~the Han Solo to Walker’s Luke Skywalker. *single tear of sorrow* They’re trying SO HARD to be Supernatural and they’re managing to pick the least interesting concepts of Supernatural to do so. Can’t wait to see Fake Dean. Also we haven’t seen Walker lasso a person either. I suppose I’ll have to watch more of this.

Honestly, it’s mostly boring with Stella being the only interesting part and Ramirez and her boyfriend being cute to watch. Walker is so unlikeable. You want him to get his shit together for the sake of the people around him, but not really for his sake. He should go to therapy but he is a manly cowboy man so obviously he won’t go (but I will be impressed if they actually have him see a therapist. It would be interesting to have a manly cowboy man see a therapist. But will they do it?) The idyllic flashbacks of Emily are so overdone and it’s only the second episode! Everything is cheesy.

This traditional Texan ranch aesthetic meets Austin city would be interesting if played in a way that genuinely questions the values of old, but the show doesn’t really, it uses the gay brother and the immigrant friend and the Latina cop and the Black boyfriend as props but the narrative itself doesn’t really do anything with the traditional Texan family thing. Unless they really pull the rug from under the audience’s feet and make some big twists regarding the way the narrative is presenting itself, there’s nothing really interesting or useful in the show. I’m afraid they will solve their problems by Wanting To Do Better and Sticking Together As A Family, which is just a conservative fantasy of how to fix problems.

By the way, the cookies were really good and my family loved them too.

[idrawstuffidk]

Dereliquit Deum (a Creepypasta)

Oh boy, I don't really know where to begin with this, honestly I didn't think I'd ever be able to do this for a long time, but it's been 20 years, and I think I'm safe. I hope I'm safe. Anyway, my name is Micheal, age 35, and this is a story about my childhood “friend”. It all started when I was 5 years old, or at least, that's when I remember it starting. My mom told me it started more, when I was 2, but I haven't talked to her in 10 years so I don't remember the specifics. Wow, that sounded assholish of me. just, let me explain, and no, she isn't dead. According to my mom, when I was 2 I would stare at the fireplace, and I just wouldn't stop no matter what they did. They'd try to get me to move but i’d just sit there, cross legged, staring at the fireplace. Sometimes I would turn my head a bit in confusion, my parents eventually got used to it, until I turned three. When I was three, my mom claimed she’d see me at the fireplace on the last day of every month, just before midnight, just staring. The entire year she was scared by this but, again, got used to finding me and bringing me back to my bed. It wasn't until the last night of December, when we were celebrating New Years, that I burst into tears. My mom asked me what was wrong and, according to her, I asked her “why didn't you save the little girl, mommy? She’s scared.” My mom was, naturally, terrified and confused, but apparently after a few minutes I calmed down. my mom said she’d never forget what I said next. I looked up at the ceiling and said “it's ok now mommy, she’s safe in the light”. My mom was obviously freaking out over her devil child, but my dad told her that it was ok, because I'd just seen a soul ascend into heaven (which wasn't really wrong) and that it was late so I had to go to sleep anyway. My mom was kind of comforted by that, and for two years, nothing happened. When I was five, it got worse. Much much worse. I was sleeping on the couch, since my room was under renovations and my bed had been disassembled (I needed a bigger one). When I heard whispering coming from the fireplace. I was still young and didn't really assess the danger of the situation, as well as that, I was half asleep and not very scared in the moment, so I looked up. There. Standing in front of the fireplace, she was staring right back at me. To give you an idea of how she looked, she was tall, probably 7 feet, her head almost touched the ceiling, she had greasy, straight black hair that reached her shoulders, and a single lock of white hair in the front that was longer than the rest. She had a white bowling hat with a silver ribbon on it that looked like it would fall off at any second, a white sweater overtop of a black button up with a white bow tie, and a black leather corset overtop of all that. She had a black pleated skirt that almost reached her knees and black and white striped leggings, ending in silver shoes. As well as this, she had a huge black and white bi-coloured umbrella with a silver handle that was behind her. But her face, her face is what stood out to me. Porcelain pale skin and 3 silver diamond marks on her face, one on the bridge of her nose, and one under each of her eyes, going along her cheeks. Her eyes were a light, dull blue that stood out against all, the blacks and whites. There wasn't any blush on her face, only one solid colour throughout. Like an amateurly painted porcelain doll. She looked human, but something was off. Like she was either trying so hard to look human that she did something wrong, or she wasn't trying hard enough. She looked at me and smiled, the smile looked wrong, just because it was too perfect, fixed, like a doll’s. She looked at me and whispered again, this time I could properly hear what she said. “Dereliquit Deum”. She asked me for permission to stay, and I, being the tired little kid I was, just sleepily nodded and said “ok” before falling back asleep. For the next few days she followed me from a distance, silently when I was with other people. But when I was alone she'd be much closer and talk more. and I didn't really mind for some odd reason. I did, however, pick up on a few of her behaviours. She always seemed to stand on her tiptoes, and I don't recall her ever really walking, just being there when I looked behind me. As well as this, her umbrella was always leaning against her but I don't think I ever saw her pick it up. She told me a lot of things, and I'd always remember chatting with her, but not what was said as far as “small talk” goes. I’d only remember specific facts and a few key phrases. I think those were the things she wanted me to remember. One of those phrases were “Dereliquit Deum”. She said it a lot, and I never asked her what it meant. I asked her what her name was after, probably, a week of her following me around. She looked at me, smiled that fixed smile of hers and responded “Relicta Per Deus” (and I'm guessing how that is spelled) I always called her “Reli”. Reli would follow me around day after day, and had followed me around for about a month when she said her first words to me while I was not at home, I don't remember what she said, but I know she distracted me just long enough to stop me from crossing the street, where I would have died as a cement truck ran its red, and would have killed me. when I told my mom (who had, up until the point, believed Reli was just my imaginary friend) she told me that maybe Reli was my guardian angel, sent to protect me, and the words I couldn't remember was because she was speaking in an angelic language I was incapable of comprehending. And for a long time I believed it. She couldn't have been more wrong. After about a year of having her around, she started to say different things to me. I’d go about my day and suddenly my mom would be shouting at me to stop, i’d look down and a knife would be in my hand or my hand would be inches from the window cleaner. I would have no memory of even reaching for these, or going to the room they were in at all, it was as if I had blacked out entirely. And Reli would be silently standing a few feet away. Not stopping me, just… looking disappointed. This went on until my mom was sure I was being possessed, and brought in a priest to cleanse the house. Weird thing was, Reli was nowhere in sight this whole time, but the priest did say he sensed something malevolent by the fireplace. He couldn't sense a demon, but he did lead a prayer and told us that it was all he could do. So the blackouts continued for a little while longer, until I was about 7 years old. Then they suddenly stopped. I do remember sometimes telling Reli rings like “but that's really bad” and “no! That's dangerous!” But I never remembered what she said before that. It seemed to me like Reli was trying to get me to kill myself, but eventually I got old enough to not fall for her tricks, but i’ll never be sure. That was when Reli started getting much more violent in he attempts. I remember one occasion in particular, I was walking to my room following dinner, and I could hear Reli’s breathing behind me. Then I heard a loud crash and jumped out of the way. The bookshelf in the hall had fallen over and had nearly crushed me. I'm positive Reli pushed it, and even at the time I was pretty sure she did, though I wasn't as sure as I am now. That was just one of the many instances I have of Reli trying to kill me, I'm sure I could find more if I think hard, but I really really don't want to. It continued until I was 10, then, it stopped. Reli started to show up less and less, she’d only show up to try and kill me, but her attempts became more and more clumsy and dejected, like she knew she had already lost, but was hoping by some miracle she would win. Eventually I stopped seeing her altogether. It wasn't until we were moving out when I was 12 or 13 that I saw Reli for the last time. I was exiting my room with my last bag, and she was waiting for me. I would have run, hell, I wanted to run, but I didn't. She looked sad, and as terrified as I was, I didn't think she would hurt me. She knew she had lost, I doubted she would try again. She just looked like she had something to say. “Just ask your mother, she’ll tell you everything. One day” was all she said, and then she turned to walk away, whispering for one last time “Derelequit Deum” And with that, she disappeared in a blink of an eye. I ran as fast as I could to get out of the house, terrified as you can imagine, and she didn't follow me. I never saw her again. But that isn't the end of the story. I was so afraid that I didn't think to ask my mom about anything, but I never forgot those words, I guess she just really wanted me to remember them. When I was 25 I had been in college for a bit of time, and I was taking a class on Latin for my specific major, the professor was reading out of a Latin text to use as an example for the grammar used, when they used to term “Dereliquit Deum”, I asked what that meant since we hadn't learned it, and they told me it meant “God left”. That's what reminded me of all of this, so I asked the professor at the end of the lecture what “Relicta Per Deus” means. They were confused, but told me it means “abandoned by God” Every day, she would tell me that God left, when I asked what he name was, she said she was abandoned by God. At this point I decided enough time has passed and I had to ask my mom about Reli. She refused to say anything at first and we ended up having a screaming match over the phone but eventually, she cracked. I don't think I'll ever forget what she said. “When I was only 12, my 10 year old sister, Susanna, fell into the fire on New Year's Day and died. I begged her not to leave me, it wasn't until I knew that you saw her that I realized she was still there, and told her she could go. The demonic… thing that's followed you around your entire early life, I'm so sorry, it was my fault she targeted you, the only reason I saved you all those times was because I was watching you like a hawk, knowing it was there. I didn't say anything, I didn't try to get rid of her because I was scared she would hurt me too, I'm so sorry” Then she hung up, to be fair, the only reason I know the whole thing was because my calls are recorded, I listened to the recording probably 20 times because I was so shocked. Still, I was confused. So she knew she was there but, how was this all her fault? Sure, I was kind of angry she didn't try to get rid of it but I still didn't know what it was, or what that little girl, my aunt, I guess, had anything to do with this. Confused, I composed a post, describing the situation, what happened, what she looked like, and everything, and posted it, Asking if she matched up with maybe some sort of myth or legend from another culture. Wondering if there were other people who might know more about her. It didn't take long to get a response. I'm just going to copy and paste the text she sent me here, I think she summed up the gist of it. Micheal- From your description I can only imagine that “Relicta” is a Solum, it's a creature from Latin origin that remains a myth in some Latin based cultures. They’re dark creatures that are born when a child’s soul ascends to heaven. They represent the evil in the dead child, that stays on earth, while the soul lives on. They are eternally dead and hollow, incapable of positive emotion, they only feel cold, alone, and spite. Solum’s stay in the area that the child died, they are tied to that area and cannot leave unless they have tied themselves to another child. The reason for this? They want to kill all the children in the area to create more of their kind, so they aren't alone. They feel as though God has betrayed or abandoned them, and because they cannot ascend to heaven, they try to make more of their kind so they can suffer as well. This is why they are sometimes confused as guardian angels, because they want the children to die where they are, not anywhere else, because then the new Solum will not exist in the same area as they do. I'm going to tell you this because I do not believe you are 100% safe now, Solum’s can shapeshift, they do not have a solid form, they can appear as an animal, a family member, even a bug on the wall, they can always be there, but they're especially good at hiding. Children above the age of 10 typically do not create Solum’s, and adults definitely do not, so while you might think you are safe now, you have to understand, Solum's are vengeful, spiteful creatures. Even if they know that they won't gain a companion, they sometimes seek out revenge on the ones that escaped them. Just because you aren't in that house anymore doesn't mean that she hasn't tied herself to you, she could still be lurking, waiting to strike. At any moment. Remember this, if you ever do see her, Solum’s are weak creatures, they can inflict a lot of damage but can't take much themselves, especially if it is using the thing that killed the child that created them, if you see her, I suggest using a lighter or match to fend her off. I wish I could tell you more, but that's all I know. Regards, I edited out her name to protect her privacy, but yeah, that's what she said. I would say that's the end of the story, but it isn't. A few nights ago I had a dream about Reli, she was screaming at me, surrounded by flames, begging for me to help her. I ran to her, I don't know why, and grabbed her hand. She never touched me as a child, just stood by me. She was cold and clammy, like a dead person. I woke up in a cold sweat and, for whatever reason, decided I had to check on my childhood house. So, at 4 in the morning, I drove over 3 hours to my childhood house. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I just felt like I had to. But when I arrived at the property I was stopped by a policeman. He asked me what I was doing, so I told him I used to live here and was sent to retrieve some things left in the house (complete lie, I know), He apologized and told me that the house had burned down, no discernible cause, at about 3:00am. I convinced myself it was just a coincidence, and managed to have a small chat with the policeman, that's when he told me something very very odd. He said that they heard a woman screaming from inside the house, despite the fact that all the family was outside. They thought it was an intruder so they sent in Firefighters to get her out. But while they were searching for her, she suddenly stopped screaming. No body was found. I asked him what time she stopped screaming. He said a little before 4:00am. I don't know why, but I couldn't bring myself to drive home that morning, I stayed in my childhood town all day and a motel at night, finally taking all the back roads home in the morning. I’m sure it was just a coincidence, I know I should be happy, she’s probably dead, or too weak to hurt anyone now. But I still can't stop thinking about how her clammy hand felt in mine, how she stopped screaming the second we made contact, how the wind behind me sounds so much like breathing. How when I saw the remains of that house I was so sure I could see an umbrella in the rubble. I'm sure it's nothing, but my brain keeps telling me she isn’t dead. Relicta can’t be dead. And if she isn't attached to that house anymore, well, that family didn't have any children.

[marvelheaux]

T’challa’s Outside Daughter (Chapter 6)

T’challa x BlackDaughter!Reader/OC

A/N : Hey guys, I’m terribly sorry of this was rushed and thrown together, but life has been kicking my ass as of lately and I was extremely scatterbrained. But anyways, here’s chapter 6, I hope you enjoy! - Lanna

Description : Zyra is the first born of King T’challa. She moved to the states and grew up with her Single mother with hardly any contact with her father. Queen Mother Ramonda decided that with all the drama and secrets going on, that it's time to bring the family together .

Story Links:

Main Character + Faceclaim

Character List

She met one of her father's  Exes (oneshot)

TOD Prologue , Chp1 , Chp2 , Chp3 , Chp4 , Chp5 

Warnings: Possible Grammar Errors, Angst, Strong Language

Words: 3K

     The lab was busy today, as educational material was being deployed from Wakanda, to both the Wakandan Outreach  Centre in California and the Wakandan Embassy in New York City, back and forth. Shuri was working with her fellow scientists, approving and testing materials, while Zyra decided to lend a hand in assisting in the Air Traffic Control, while some of the staff was on a lunch break.

Pilot one: "Apron it's Q47-452 ready for pushback"

Zyra: "Q47-452 push at your discretion, call ready for taxi"

Pilot one: "452 roger"

Zyra cracked her knuckles and adjusted her earpiece after giving the pilot traffic orders, whilst making notes of who already taxied and who is about to arrive. As she was going through her checklist, she noticed a different jet configuration from the others that just came in.

“SHIT”. She thought to herself. “When am I ever going to get away from him?”

T’challa, controlling his one-manned  jet, coming from a solo mission with the avengers in Switzerland.

T’challa: "Wakanda Molo ngokuhlwa , Q1-1 is out of thirteen six for 1-1 thousand, requesting runway 10."

Zyra: "Q1-1, runway 11, maintain 6 thousand, altimeter 30.05, maintain present heading"

He was slightly taken aback at the rejection of the runway he is accustomed to landing on, which was also reserved for him and the royal family. As he took the coordinates into account, he noticed a strange female voice on the controller, which was unfamiliar because he don't recall a female air traffic controller being on  staff.

T’challa: Eh, may I ask who is controlling the air traffic?

Zyra froze. If she can run away from the air defence command booth, she would. But she had a job to do. She and her father were avoiding each other for the past couple of days since their awkward first time meeting each other in about 12 years. Anxiety crept up on her at a bad time. She potentially have people’s lives in her hands.

“Be professional Be Professional Be Professional.” she thought to herself again and decided to reply in the aviation language.”

“Zulu, Yankee, Romeo, Alpha....Uniform, Delta, Alpha, Kilo, Uniform…….Sir.”

“Oh.”

“Roger that”

T’challa nodded his head in approval and turned off autopilot to follow further landing instructions. He suddenly realised that he has a lot to learn when it comes to his eldest, especially her capabilities. He knew popping back  into her life at such a risky stage of adolescence was not going to be a walk in the park, especially for a girl, but this will be one hell of a ride. And the rejected handshake was an astounding start, unfortunately.

Back in the controls room, it was 2pm, Zyra handed other the controls to the staff who was on a lunch break .

“You look so cute doing the controls” Shuri said. “you look like that girl from the Austin  Powers movie” She was referring to Zyra’s outfit- a turtle neck, long sleeved cropped shirt, tucked into a high waisted flowing skirt with white knee-high boots.

“Thanks mamas! Y’all give me a stylist, to wear these boujie ass clothes in the house, when Wakanda is fucking 80 degrees. Aiight.”

Shuri just laughed along to Zyra’s rant, while they made their way to their quarters, so Zyra can get ready for cheer practice.

“Girl, guess who popped up on the comms when I was in the controls”

“Who?” Shuri cheekily plopped on Zyra’ bed, waiting for her to spill the tea she already tasted.

“His majesty of course.”

Shuri gasped.

“Did he find out it was you? Cause our last female air traffic controller retired a year ago.”

“He asked and I told him! Shyiieet. AND IN AVIATION LANGUAGE TOO! He talking bout summ ‘who’s controllin the air traffic’ ME BITCH! FUCK YOU MEAN!’ “ They both screamed with laughter and high-fiving each other like the partners in crime that they are.

“Oooo mamas! We have to talk about the outfits for the ceremony before you leave for the competition this week”

“Well I-”

As soon as they turned the corner, they ran into the King himself, still dressed in his panther suit. Zyra groaned internally.

“Hey brother! Nice to see you! How was the mission?”

“It was a bit of a challenge but a success” he said handing Shuri some devices, as she makes a run for it.

T’challa looked to his daughter.

“Hi intombazana yakho”

“Molo wam kumkani” Zyra replied awkwardly avoiding eye contact, looking all over the room.

“You don’t have to call me that, eh? I wanted to- “

“HIIII DADDYYYY!” the sound of Sariyah’s voice cut their conversation short. Both Matthew and Sariyah had just came home from school.

She ran into her father’s arms, totally disregarding Zyra’s presence on purpose. This gave Zyra saw the queue to leave the big happy family alone and go about her way. Sariyah smirked at her charms winning over her father once again. Matthew noticed his big sis hurrying out the door.

“Yo Where you going?”

“Practice.” she said dryly to her brother, before bolting out the door.

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T’challa sat up in his bed, relaxing- wearing a fleece coated robe, bedroom slippers and sipping on some peppermint tea, recovering from his winter mission.He used this little downtime to get some R&R before the annual battle for the crown ceremony the next day. As he watched Lord Attuma from Atlantis giving his global warming statement on BBC World News, the door opened swiftly and caught the King’s attention.

“There you are!” Queen Nicolette smiled sweetly when she saw her husband. She crawled into bed, kissing T’challa deeply, before she sat in his lap.

They spoke briefly about the mission in switzerland and other personal ‘married couple’ stuff.

“Are you ready for tomorrow honey?” She said, while playing with the King’s moisturized curls.

“Eh, I think the third time around wouldn’t be such a challenge, plus baba and I need to have some brief words.”

“About Zyra right?”

T’challa eyes wandered off and bit his lip.

“Speaking of Zyra, ah she’s a doll, gorgeous. So sweet and so talented! I always say that she looks

Just.

Like

you.”

T’challa looks at his baby girl cradled in his arms, as she yawns adorably, whilst making cute baby noises.

T’challa shook himself out of his flashback.

Did you know she agreed to be main dancer for the royal family?”

“Really?” T’challa gave an inquisitive look. “We haven’t had main dancer in about 50 years. Not since Princess Gcobisa.”

Princess Gcobisa was the youngest daughter of King Azzuri, and the baby sister of King T’chaka and Prince N’jobu. She was one of the most exciting, ray of sunshine royals in the family. She passed away from a concussion injury during training at the tender age of 18. T’chaka often told T’challa stories about his baby sister, because they were very close and would often say that Zyra reminds him of her, especially for both their love for dance. Hence Zyra’s middle name, Cebisa is close with hers, Gcobisa.

“By the way, how’s communication been working out for you?” Nicolette continued.

“She seems a little tip toey around me, which I understand, at least she’s respectful. What about you?”

“Well….she ran off before I could speak to her when Sariyah and Matthew came home from school...so I guess that’s a start.” T’challa chuckled.

“And she keep addressing me as ‘my king’ , I don’t have formalities with my children.”

“Then TELL HER.”

“I know but you can’t give up on her. Keep trying. That’s your first born, don’t you ever forget that.”

T’challa agreed in silence.

Later that evening…

“ Practice is over! I’m only half way dead..but I did pretty good so” Zyra laughed whilst recording her vlog at practice.

“Look! We got a second package for this weekend’s competition.!”

With short appearances and lots of laughs from her fellow teammates, she started to head home.

“So you’re actually dancing foreal?” Kailee asked her.

“Meh, I’m gonna try summ. I aint no professional doe.”

“My sister gonna dance too, don’t worry about it tho.

They both said their goodbyes and went about their separate ways.

Zyra skipped into the palace with her bare socks on her feet, aided by her personal guard N’ceba.

“Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga”

“Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures” Zyra rapped the to the song “Act Up” By City Girls, making her way through the palace, with her rose gold solo beats blasting in her ears.

“Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger”

“Fuckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass nigga”

“Sa-”

Zyra jumped and cut the rapping short  when she walked into the dining room to find her father, Nicolette and her siblings having dinner.

“Oh hey..Molweni” She gave them an awkward wave.

“Hey hun! How was practice! Come have dinner with us.”

T’challa looked at Zyra nervously, whilst Nicolette gave him the ‘right T’challa?’ look and pinched him on his leg which caused him to slightly jump.

“Ah, Yes, you must be hungry and tired” he cleared his throat.

Zyra thought about it for a moment before making a decision.

“That’s sweet but I’m not really hungry right now, I’ll just eat in my room and watch Netflix, bye!”

She rushed off before T’challa can say anything else.

“She declined food? That’s a first!” Matthew chuckled.

“She’s probably scared of me ...hmmm” Sariyah laughed to herself and continued to eat her food.

“Why would she be scared of you?” T’challa chimed in, looking concerned.

“Why wouldn’t she?”

He side-eyed his youngest, like a white politician asking for the price of vibranium.

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I’m still annoyed about earlier.

I don’t fit into his life.

Not even if I tried.

He moved on with his new family.

Nicolette..she tries to be nice, it seem fake as fuck, but I can’t blame her to be honest. Imagine your husband hiding a child tho...

So does Matthew. He’s cool. As least he wanted to meet me.

Princess.

But Sariyah is such a stuck up bitch...she needs to pipe down before I knock her upside her motherfucking head.

Princess…

What am I even doing here?

Here we go again with the princess shit.

“Wake up my princess!”

“Huh?” Zyra jumped up with her bonnet almost off her head and eyes squinting from the light.

“Good Morning! Your breakfast is ready and the designer’s are ready for your fitting.

She brain did a windows XP start-up and she realised what her attendant was trying to tell her.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

As soon as Bongani left, she plopped right back into bed. She was still sore from cheer practice.

After she freshened up and ate her breakfast, Bongani was giving her a run down about the events that were going to take place at the ceremony and the protocol afterwards, regarding the winner of the battle.

The palace’s glam team worked on her makeup; and  paint designs on her body, did an african style updo and fitted her for her Wakandan ceremonial dance outfit.

She was excited but nervous, she practiced some moves before bed last night and only hope she doesn’t mess up in front of everybody.

As the boats moved along the water, she moved her body to the beat of the drums which orchestrated her natural stage presence. All the other boats with the tribe leaders and dancers joined in. Her astounding talent in dance made the her fellow family members cheer her on and dancing along. She even cheekily dance on N’ceba while she was doing her dora milaje dance. (yemi’s pieces is zyra’s outfit)

“She such an attention whore! Ugh” Sariyah said in Matthew’s ear, and he laughed at her jealousy.

While she was dancing, she spotted someone that would be awkward as hell to cross paths with. Nakia. It’s very weird because it’s literally the same girl that her father used to sleep around with, when her mother was pregnant with her. Also, she happens to be her friend Kailee’s, older sister.

With that, Zyra’s confidence shot up into the air cause she really wanted to show Nakia that  Nakia didn’t want no smoke.

The waterfall celebration was beautiful. So many beautiful black people in a kaleidoscope of colors.T’challa came out and the crowd started chanting his name as he awaited his challenger. He had fought two warriors from Border Tribe and Merchant Tribe and finally one from Mining Tribe. This time he was bigger than M’baku. Built like a Goliath ass nigga.

“Im just letting y’all know that, if we lose, my black ass is taking the first flight back to NY. I’m out this bitch. Period“ Zyra whispered in Shuri’s ear and she giggled.

“You ain’t going nowhere”

“Aite, bet.”

T’challa eventually won the fight but still got his ass beat. He was still the Black Panther & the  King Wakanda.

Amongst the celebration of his win, came Nakia taking over the dance session. Nicolette carefully eyed her out of curiosity.  Zyra was dancing in her own world but saw that Nakia was looking in her direction and the crowd was egging her on. Kailee warned Zyra that she battle the main dancers from every tribe, every year. But she wasn’t bothered by anybody because she’s an athlete, so she’s very competitive. And she wasn't about to let her father’s ex  push her in a corner. So she stepped up.

Nakia kept doing her own thing while her tribe and the audience were cheering her on. Zyra cracked her neck effortlessly as she secured her stance. She looked to the River Tribe crowd of where she saw Kailee and Brandon giving her the thumbs up. Zyra pulled out the dance moves that she have been practicing in the training room for days. With her moves hitting to every solid beat of the drums, even throwing a backflip to an award winning split whilst looking Nakia straight in the eyes, which made the Wakandans clutch their pearls. Showing her flexibility skills with a flawless heel stretch and ended it off with the majorette style death drop. The crowd went wild. The  crowd clearly chose their winner. Zyra knew Nakia can’t top that one. She learned that from her Majorette dance group at Spelman College. She knows that SHE don't know nothing about that.

T’challa looked on clapping for his daughter. He was impressed. But not surprised to say the least. Raechella used to be a professional dancer and a volleyballer in her younger years. Athleticism  definitely runs in the family.

Despite Zyra giving Nakia a shady stare-down and  cocky  hair flip, she decided to extend an olive branch.

Walking up to Nakia , she held out her hand to her.

“Congrats Princess” Nakia says with a bow.

The bow confused Zyra a bit.

Is she mocking me or being respectful?

“thank you.”

Nicolette soon came rushing over with excitement and snatched Zyra  from the conversation ,  which made Nakia  fall back awkwardly .

“oh my gosh!!! I didn't know you had it in you! Did you know your father was watching?”

Who?

“oh ok.”

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“Y’all see this right?”

“Zyra did what she had to do! #PERIOD”

“The fact that Zyra beat her father’s ex in a dance battle is iconic.”

“It’s today’s old that I found out Zyra is african. I heard she got Caribbean fam too!”

“Fuck the dance battle! I was robbed of Zyra challenging her father for the throne. #QueenZyra”

“UGH”

“Zyra this, Zyra that. These idiots don’t get tired?” Sariyah strolled down through black twitter and rolling her eyes at the tweets from the video of Zyra dancing that went viral overnight.

“You don’t get tired hating?” Matthew chimed in as he walked past her open door.

“BOY SHUT UP ! NO ONE IS TALKING TO YOU”

“AND WHY YOU SO DEFENSIVE ABOUT HER ANYWAYS? YOU DON’T KNOW HER! SHE’S A NOBODY MATTHEW!”

Matthew couldn’t believe how his sister was acting. Yeah she is a little boujie and rude at times but she was way too bothered about Zyra being in the house.

“Maybe if you aren’t so jealous, you would get to know her too.”

Sariyah laughed sarcastically.

“Jealous of that thing? She and her mama are clout chasers Matt!”

Matthew didn’t respond to her insults, he just slammed his bedroom door on the way in.

………...

*refer to this fic* At Adam’s house, the gang were hanging out for the impromptu friday game night. Adam and Kailee just finished killing each other about who won monopoly, whilst diving into an interesting story time about Zyra and her encounter with one of her father’s bevy of women he dated over the years. (zyra below)

“Speaking of EXES Zyra…” Chioma laughs while biting into her lemon pepper wing that Zyra wanted to steal.

“Let’s talk about the balls you had dance battling Nakia.”

“I’m not gonna gas you cause you’re my friend, but you killed that shit foreal.” Adam chimed in and kailee started clapping.

“I didn’t know THAT was gonna come out of her!”

“ME NEITHER!”

“YASSS!!”

Zyra cringed uncomfortably and adorably at the slightest compliment. While she is flattered usually, she’s not the biggest fan of praise nor extra attention.

“I’m not gonna lie, I was nervous as fuck, but my momma didn’t raise no pussy.”

“.....”

“I’m not in support of this, but my sister wants to talk to you”

“Ooop” Brandon sipped his drink.

Zyra was shocked.

“Really?”

“I personally think my sister is a hoe, and what she did to your mom was foul but-”

“Did you just call your sister a hoe?”

“Um..she is?? One time, she tried to tell my father about me sneaking out the house to see my boyfriend, and when I told her that he was my man and I don’t fuck other people’s husbands or baby daddy’s, she punched me and we started fighting.”

Everybody in room burst into the laugher.

“Sis was triggered I guess.” Zyra said, trying to recover from laughing so hard.

“In all seriousness...yeah. It’s up to you though.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“...”

“Chioma I know you can’t finish those wings, gimme!”

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[crackimagines]

Edelgard enjoying a night off (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Dorothea and Edelgard hanging out, just gals being pals

(WE DON’T HAVE ENOUGH DOROTHEA IN THE COMMUNITY, then again we DID just start, so I can’t exactly gripe, BUT STILL I WILL FIGHT FOR MY QUEEN)

Saturday Evening...

Edelgard was finally done with her studies in the classroom and neatly put away all the books, and walked out of the Black Eagles’ classroom.

As she was walking out she saw Dorothea looking out at the dorms, looking extremely bored.

“Dorothea?”

“Oh, Edie!” 

She sat down near the stairs next to Dorothea, and looked outwards to the dorms with her.

“What’re you doing at this hour?” Dorothea asked. “Class stuff?”

“Yes, I just finished studying for a certification exam for today. The professor thinks it’d be wise for me to become a swordmaster...Though I’m not exactly skilled with it as much as the axe.”

“It’s kinda weird how he thinks. I’m a singer, yet he wants me to become a warlock? I never knew I was good in magic until he had me train out with him and the others!”

They then continued their idle chat about Byleth’s classroom hijinks, and the conversation gradually shifted to plans for that night.

“So, whatcha planning to do now, Edie? Night’s still young.”

“Oh, I’m not quite sure what to do. We have our free day tomorrow, and I’m very sure the professor will be either fishing or sleeping this week. He seems to be tired, so I think this means we can enjoy ourselves for a bit.”

When Edelgard turned back to Dorothea, she slightly regretted what she had stated, seeing a sparkle in her eyes. It was as if Edelgard had unleashed a beast inside her, and that beast was going to make her faff about until early in the morning.

“Is that so? Well, how’s spending the night with Dorothea sound? I’ve been quite lonely ya know.~”

Edelgard laughed, slightly raising her fist to cover her mouth.

“Well, I can think of worst ways to spend the night, and being by myself right now doesn’t sound appealing. I’ll be more than happy to indulge you for tonight.”

“WOOHOO! Finally, some quality time with my Edie!”

She hugged Edelgard, scaring the absolute hell out of her, and making her slightly blush.

“D-Dorothea! You’ll wake someone up!”

“Bah, who cares? It’s our night tonight, now come on, loosen up!”

Their first stop was the dining hall. Though it was only a little past dinner time, there were still a few number of students, more importantly there was still lots of food out. Specifically desserts.

Dorothea grabbed a plateful of random sweets and put it in front of Edelgard.

“Alright, let’s dig in!”

Edelgard suddenly was overtaken by a cold sweat before looking around.

“Um...C-Can we...eat somewhere more private?”

“Oh, wanting me all to yourself, huh?”

Edelgard started pouting, slightly puffing her cheeks which made Dorothea laugh, but quickly cleared her throat.

“Of course, Edie. Come on, I know a good spot!”

They took their absurd amount of sweets to the stairs above the dorms, and sat on a bench.

Edelgard looked around, making sure no one was around before taking a deep breath.

“Um, is something wro-”

Dorothea’s question was answered by Edelgard stuffing a small cake into her mouth, a very big smile taking place afterwards.

“This...is so good!” Edelgard didn’t take the time to respond and continued eating it.

She had a sparkle in her eye as she bit into her cake, it was like seeing a child with their favorite meal.

Dorothea smiled, and began eating her sweets as well. After a few moments of silence, Dorothea heard Edelgard swallow the last of her cake and her voice.

“O-Oh! I’m...so sorry, I didn’t even tell you why-”

“Don’t worry about it, I think I got it. You just don’t want people to judge that the future Empress has about 10 cakes on her plate, right?”

“It’s...It’s only 6!”

Edelgard had the pouty face again, making Dorothea crack up harder.

“Hahaha! Sorry sorry, I’m not laughing at you!”

“Hmph!”

“Don’t worry about it, Edie! Your secret’s safe with me! Besides, a girl needs to treat herself every now and then! Now, eat this one, I’m sure you’d love it!”

“...Thank you...!”

After a blissful dessert, barely anything being said and just enjoying the sweets, they finally finished and thought about what to do next.

Dorothea stretched her arms and turned back to Edelgard.

“Soooo, what now? We aren’t exactly going to sleep anytime soon!”

“I’m...not sure. This is the first time I’ve ever gotten to relax like this in a while. so I’ll just follow your lead.”

“Well then, I know the perfect thing to work up a nice little sweat!~”

“Ah, training is a fine idea. I had no idea you-”

“...Geez, not even a blush-AHEM! Nah, not more work, we’re actively avoiding that tonight! I’m talking about singing our hearts out!”

“Like at the Cathedral?”

“No, no! I meant like opera singing!”

“Oh no.-”

“Come on Edie, I swear it’ll be fun!”

“It’s not like that song you made for me on the spot, right?”

“Actually what I had in mind is a concept foreign to Fodland!”

“Oh?”

“I heard about it from a couple merchants who came from an Eastern land, including the professor and his mercenary days. It’s something called ‘Karaoke’.

“...Carry-oki?”

“I’m not sure how to pronounce it either, but what it is, is that you sing along to a song like you would an opera, but instead of making people cry, it’s to make people laugh! So even if you suck, you can still have a lot of fun!”

“Well...”

Edelgard looked back up to Dorothea, who was jokingly making puppy eyes at her, which made her laugh to the point of snorting.

“Alright alright, you win. So how do we do this Carry-oki?”

After setting up with various spells that Byleth had showed her, they had finally set everything up.

“And the music is going to start up soon! Even though this is a foreign language, we’ll be able to sing it thanks to the spell! The words will show up in front of you, so just lead on! I’ll be back up!”

“O-Okay...Leave it to me, Dorothea!”

“KNOCK EM DEAD, EDIE!”

The spell displayed text in front of them, and began playing music from itself.

And as if it were an otherworldly power, the two felt like they were transported to a whole other world with the power of singing.

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JUDGEMENT -SHINPAN-

Reeru kara hazureta furyouhin no norainu sa

( I’m a no-good stray dog come off the rails. ) 

Da kedo kantan ni wa teeru wa furanai ze

( But I won’t wag my tail so easily. )

Iesuman ni narisobireta

( I missed my chance to become a Yes Man  )

Waru ni nokosareta no to iu na no Justice

( What remains on the wall of youth is Justice with the name of “No” )

When the song ended, their costumes suddenly vanished away, leaving them back at the courtyard.

“Oh, my gosh Edie! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!”

“T-Thank you...It wasn’t really anything-”

“Anything my butt! You got really into that, AND I LOVE IT! COME ON, WE’RE HAVING ANOTHER GO!”

“D-DOROTHEA WAIT!”

Even though she was protesting, Edelgard was smiling so much, to the point she couldn’t remember when the last time she did so.

When Edelgard finally went to bed, it was face first into a pillow, at 3 am in the morning, with Dorothea snoring on her floor.

She was very grateful that the professor was just fishing that day instead of doing anything else.

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BONUS: Karaoke Sprites for you to use + JUDGEMENT duo

This post may have been an excuse to shoehorn Yakuza 0.

maybe.

[migleefulmoments]

I don't think anything of what the cc fandom posts anymore is "continued optimism". It looks like sheer terror that they're losing their game. Abby is in pure desperation mode, trying to rally the troops because she can see Darren's life is turning out to be nothing like she predicted. She can no longer validate that Darren NEEDS her, he keeps going against her. They're losing their grip. This isn't optimism, it's because everything Darren is doing equals Abby losing control of the narrative.

I agree with that they were in panic mode since the wedding but the 72 hours or so after Hollywood was announced they were euphoric that this was proof that Darren would be coming out soon.  That has worn off already and they are back to their normal crap but for a few days, they were giddy. They were even speaking about a divorce in very near future.

I am going on record, I like AW and I like her a lot.  She is team D, I really have no doubt and everything she is showing is that she is on his side and around to protect him often and frequently. 

Yes she is giving us the illusion that she and PBB are besties that love to take intimate photos together but in reality she is showcasing exactly who M is, how much she lacks chemistry with D, some really not so pretty moments behind the scenes btwn D&M (there was some golden footage from European trip number 1 includng that video from the fireworks where E is all snuggled into her man and D&M look like virtual strangers), she flew to that island to babysit, and she announced the business family honeymoon.

Keep your friends close, your enemies closer. 

AW is team d. She is a hard working, extremely successful men’s stylist with a pretty impressive client list at this point.  And while she would absolutely have loyalty toward D, as she built her career styling him, she should not be this involved. A friend just reminded me that her other client, FW is currently promoting the J/udy Ga/rland movie.  That is something AW usually would accompany her clients to, she follows D everywhere.  yet no one questions why instead of being with FW she spent 2 days in a row with PBB.

I think she and d are working together and i believe she provides d with comfort. She babysits M, she works as a buffer, and unlike so many other enablers, she has D’s back.  She is smart, she knows how to play M and her stans.  On the surface she looks like she might almost be in love with M (seriously she has way more chemistry with her than D), but it is all a mirage, done for show. And if you look behind a lot of what she posts, it is harmful to m/iarren.  

I know I have repeated the same think a lot over the past 48 hours, but I am so scared to allow myself to believe that change is ahead. And i got burned with ACS because I BELIEVED with my entire being this was the beginning of change and then everything escalated to full on disaster.  But I still think no one got burned more than D&C because I am fairly certain they thought change was ahead as well.(Again the narcissism just has to rear it’s ugly head). 

But I cannot stop myself from being optimistic and it is not just the RM partnership.  It is the totality of the circumstances. It is watching the past 7 months since the sham mockery.  It is seeing how they past 7 months were designed solely to promote her, not D, and done mainly using people only seen by fandom (her employees/friends, SK, PBB’s team).  She got the massive exposure and the press from the “wedding” and some RCs as the “wife” but not much more and has now been relegated to mainly being promoted by the aforementioned. And that is only seen by fandom. Add, for the past several months, D himself has hardly tried.  A random good pic here and there, but otherwise he orchestrated group honeymoons, barely touched her even when kissing, the jerk, bitch glare, the back turn.  D has gained nothing until now. He certainly did not do this for a show he sold 3 years ago that is being written by, like them or not, Hwood novices.   I hardly think he needed a wife to score the TB commercial. And SA doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who cares who d’s partner is, it was just a great collaboration.

And here we are, September, D is filming R/oyalties and we get the announcement that he is collaborating with RM again, not just as the star, but exec producer of a show that largely involves, based on early press, LGBT+ themes.  And I have to HOPE.

The stage is set.  D “married” her.  He has been set up to take the blame as well as his team, thereby absolving RM.  And it would make a lot of sense for RM to now step in and play the “hero.”  We know the truth. D and C know the truth.  But RM has the power to smooth what is going to be a difficult narrative to navigate. And it is a win for D&C and a win for RM.  The m/iarrens are going to be devastated, as they are so invested in being right and D being straight (No we aren’t)(again the narcissism and her soul-crushing need to be right-is this about Darren or Abby?).  And even if we just get a separation it will all be questioned. Because M is the only thing that makes him straight (not true, Darren identifying as straight is what makes him straight).  Everything else points at the opposite.  Add the press has not helped him at all on his path to come out, so it is going to be difficult to navigate.  Having the “king of television” in his corner speaks volumes.

And then there is his horrific, abusive, incompetent team. And they haven’t just fucked with him, it seems with their no queer article they fucked with RM.(Huh? What?) I really hope they live to regret it.

Karma is a bitch.. May she rear her ugly head and finally give these people what they deserve. If i am sitting here a year from now and nothing has changed, I will be heartbroken for him.  And wonder if maybe he did choose career.  I just can’t believe that is who he is. I think he is a fighter and everything he has ever shown confirms that (DELUSION-ville) thought even if there was some confusion when the fraud in NOLA first occurred.  

Here is hoping nonnie.  Here is hoping.

I think a major decision like this was made together.

Read the book when it comes out in Oct 1. I thought c references RM. now I’m near positive.

And Hwood itself was initially announced in February.  I immediately thought this was the project RM was cooking up (curious if FW and CF join the cast).  But then there was silence for months,

And the first 8 months of 2019 were a complete shitshow that included that absolute fiasco in NOLA, excessive PBB promo, ads, ads, ads, TB, and SK.  Not a single one of which were worthy of D’s time and attention.  And to all onlookers, we were dazed and confused.  utterly and completely and not sure what to think or believe.

But putting the pieces together prior to last nights announcement, logically and rationally looking at everything, it seems to me that finally D was tying up loose ends.  While I do think D himself was dazed and confused in the first few weeks after that fraud occurred, it has been clear to me that starting with the work family group honeymoon (I think of all the arrows to m/iarren that have been shot, this might be my favorite) something shifted.  How anyone can not see that that woman was being way over promoted is beyond me (Because “promotion isn’t a thing, Abby”). But clearly the 1st 8 months of 2019 were devoted to giving her everything and anything she ever wanted.  Add in SK, the biggest enablers, that are being rewarded, first by raising an obnoxious amount of cash, and now with R/oyalties with D’s writers being his partners in the business. All of these things are massive pay out.

And last night we get this announcement from D.

notes-from-nowhere

do you want to know what I find very intriguing in all of this? The fact that all of that has been said in this topic pretty much sums up what we have said in the last 15 months if not more.

The latest news only uncovers the thread that keep all of “out theories” together. Of course something might be wrong, misplaced or misunderstood but the big picture is there for all to see (No, you don’t say?).

I do think it is too soon for me to fully embrace the idea that finally things are on the right path but well, please, excuse me for my optimism after a year and a half of struggle.

I’m going to root for D to have back his life and to finally be free to make his own choices. I hope this career advancement (or for better wording: this career extension) will give him what he wants and the power to just be his fully self and spread his wings.

I will watch what’s unfold in front of my eyes with interest from now on and a reneview wave of hope. 

I do trust D is going to take the best decision ever among those available to him. My only fear is that those options may not be the one I hope for him but all I can do right now is wait and see. Hope for the best and expect the worst. Is the wiser thing I can do

ajw720

@notes-from-nowhere it’s impossible to not be skeptical. I didn’t see that “wedding” a 1000 miles away. (SMH) I care way too much (a me problem). I felt like my heart broke that day and I need to take care of me and be cautious. But I’m leaning this is good and I do think the public evidence to date supports this.

This is what euphoria looks like in cc fandom.  

It’s interesting that she convinced herself this is Darren coming out when she thought he would come out during Hedwig based on this:

He and C were very relaxed, joking at interviews when G/lee was ending, both in France at the same time, the C/ol-Fur joke, the repeated telling of mandate.  Everything seemed to point to a positive resolution.  C even scheduled his book tour to be finished the day prior to d’s last performance. and then D was nominated for an emmy and everything seemed to shift and spun out of control and here we are, 4 years later.

She “rationally analyzes” the data and comes to the conclusion he’s coming out rather than understanding he’s just living his life. 

[kz-i-co]

First Love: Part IV

» Summary:  The good, the bad, & the ugly

» Pairings: Min Yoongi/ Reader

» Genre: Angst/ Smut

» Words: 3k

» Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ╫ Part 5

» m.list ╫ bts masterlist

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One week has been too long of a quiet week. You tried your best to not show you cared. Since the love of your life lives next door, you couldn't avoid him.

"(Y/N) Please talk to me." He got familiar with your work schedule so he knew the exact moment you left your apartment.

"I'm going to be late for work." You said with no tone.

"I don't care.....stop ignoring me." He yelled. "She is my ex......I don't care about her.....I love you." He raised his voice.

"Yoongi can this wait." You said annoyed.

"No it can't wait, it's been a fucking week and you won't let me have a fucking second to explain." He was more angry then you have ever seen before.

"Stop being a dick and I'll talk to you later." You weren't afraid of him.

"Fine." He said quite sad that you couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Yoongi just give up." Jisoo said as he entered the door.

He didn't answer and just walked past her.

"Why do you care?"

"Fuck off Jisoo." Yoongi yelled.

"You're really in love with her?" She asked generally interested.

"Go away." He sat in his studio.

"Why?"

"Jisoo-"

"Just answer the question.....why are you in love with her?"

"I don't want to talk to you about this because it's your fucking fault why we had to sneak around."

"How is this my fault?" She complained.

"(Y/N) wanted to tell you but you were too much of a bitch to let her."

Jisoo's face soften. She had no idea.

"Please just leave me alone."

Instead of going home that night you went to Chae's. Yoongi would try to catch you again at night so you tried to avoided it.

That morning Chae saw you asleep on the couch and woke you up with her loud annoying voice.

"Really?" You yawned.

"Time to get up."

"So what's the detail?" She asked.

"Not good."

"Why what happened.....You haven't been talking to me, Jisoo hasn't been talking to me, what gives, I'm your friend to."

"Sorry it's haptic." You laid back down.

"Please." She begged.

You told her every detail of what happened and she was blown away.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"What do I Do?"

"Well he loves you from the sounds of it."

"I know....but the thought of competing with an ex is scary." You sounded worried.

"Yeah but he choose you so don't worry....now I'm not sure about Jisoo....She sounds pretty upset since you lied to her."

"I know....She hates me and now I don't have a boyfriend either."

"If you talk to him, you will."

"(Y/N) come on wake up." Your manager snapped at you.

You were in a daze.

"What is with you this week.....when you enter this company all your personal thoughts go away okay." You nodded.

"Sorry sir." You bowed.

"Please go assist that table over there."

When you looked up you noticed it was Yoongi's ex with another girl. They were laughing and already having a good time and you had to seat them. You prayed to God she won't notice you.

And of course it was never in your favor. "You're the one that tried to steal my man." She glared at you but had an amusing smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about ma'am." You tried to be as respectful as ever. "Are you ready for your order?" You had a note and pen out.

"Can I have a stay the fuck away from my boyfriend." She said pretty loud that you had some people stare.

"Ma'am I think you have me confused with someone else, Can I please just do my job?" You raised your voice as well.

"You calling me an idiot?" She snapped. You couldn't believe this was happening.

You leaned in to lower your voice. "Stop being a fucking bitch and talk to Yoongi about this because I'm done....I'm trying to do my job as a mature adult and if you can't act your age you can get the fuck out."

You saw that both of there faces were in shock. You walked away throwing your apron down in the kitchen.

"I want to see a manager right away." You heard her yell after you.

You ran to the employee bathroom and wet your face with water. You could help the tears falling. She basically ruined your job for you. You were fired, you knew it.

"(Y/N)?" You heard a fellow employee enter. "Are you okay?"

"No." You wiped your face with a towel. "I'm gonna get fired because that selfish bitch out there."

"You're not getting fired....You have witnesses.....She was out of line." She rubbed your back. "Don't worry."

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw your manager panicked. "(Y/N) What happened." He sounded angry.

"Sir she was accusing me of another person, I was just trying to do my job sir." You stood at attention.

"The customer is always right, we needed to make them happy." He rubbed his forehead. "I told you if it's personal don't bring it into my business."

"Just go home....I can't have you mess up our five stars." Your manager continued annoyed.

"Sir, am I fired." Your voice trembled.

"Sir." You heard another voice call.

"I don't know yet, just come early tomorrow and we'll talk about it." You went to the back and packed your things.

"What's going on (Y/N)?" The one chef asked.

"I don't know."

"You're not fired are you?" He asked from your response.

"Probably." Then you left.

.....

Outside you were walking towards your car when you noticed those two divas walk outside, laughing like before.

"Oh look." You heard the other one say.

"Aww....did you get fired." She laughed.

You didn't answer, you just continued to unlock your car.

"I'm talking to you bitch."

She was closer then you thought. "Get the fuck away from me." She was taller then you but that didn't scare you.

"I'm gonna tell you this once.....stay away from him."

"No worries." You smiled.

"Good....It's funny helping the poor....do you still have that money I left you."

You couldn't take another second of her annoying voice. You turned around and slammed her in the face as hard as you could. Her friend helped her up. Her nose was bleeding and her eye was already swollen.

"You're crazy." She cried.

"Thank you." You smiled and got into your car.

"You wait....I'll get your ass arrested."

....

You walked up your stairs slowly feeling exhausted. You felt happy that you could relax at home the rest of the day but you were losing half a days pay, plus you were probably fired anyway.

A few hours you heard a knock on your door. It was only 11 so you were surprised. You took the bag of ice off your hand and got up slowly. You didn't break anything from the punch but you hand was bruised pretty bad.

When you opened the door you couldn't believe who it was.

"What do you want?" You said but not rudely.

"Is my brother here?" She asked.

"No why would he be here?" You said more angry.

"Because he was in his studio and next thing I know he was gone."

"Sorry I can't help you." You were about to shut the door in her face but she interfered

"I'm sorry....okay." She said with attitude. "I'm sorry for acting like a bitch but can you blame me, dating my brother is kind of important....You can't just hide that kind of thing."

"I'm not dating your brother anymore so you win." You tried to close the door again.

"(Y/N) come on."

"What....I'm tired and I just want to be left alone."

"Why couldn't you tell me?" She asked.

"Because you made it impossible..... You are so protective of your brother, even though we have been best friends for years you somehow managed to think of me as an awful person if I'm interested in your brother."

"I'm sorry....it's weird but I just wish you would of told me right away."

She was right. You regretted it.

"I was scared." You finally said.

"Why?"

"Becasue you're my best friend and I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

Her eyes soften.

"Well you better find him before I change my mind." She had a slight smile.

"I'm not going back to him."

"(Y/N) My brother is seriously in love with you....that girl means nothing to him....just work."

You were surprised you were finally getting content from Jisoo.

"I keep calling him but he won't answer." She had her phone to her ear once again. "Now it's going straight to voicemail." She groaned.

"Is his car here?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"I might have an idea." You rode the elevator to the last floor and took the stairs up to the roof. Jisoo said she would check with one of his friends.

You opened the door and took a brick to keep it open. There he was. Sitting on the edge of the building with a drink. This didn't look good.

You tried to slowly walk up to him because if you scared him he would be falling straight off the building.

"Yoongi." You softly spoke.

"Hey." You could tell he was definitely drinking but he wasn't drunk.

Which made you more nervous. "Please step down from there."

"I'm fine." He said and looked back out to the distance.

"Yoongi please." You raised your voice.

"I'm not suicidal if that's what you're thinking." He said annoyed.

"I still don't like you up there."

"Want to join me?" He asked.

"No." You flat out answered.

"What, you afraid of heights?" He laughed.

"Stop laughing, please get down." You yelled again.

"Calm down, I'm up here all the time." You were right next to him by this point.

"Why haven't you been answering Jisoo's calls?" You asked.

He didn't answer he just pointed down. You looked over the edge and you could kind of make out what he was showing you. It was his phone smashed on the pavement.

"You dropped your phone?" You asked.

"No." He laughed. "I saw Jisoo calling so I threw it."

"Are you kidding me?" He was different with alcohol in his system.

"Do you Do stupid stuff like this a lot when you drink?" You said concerned.

"I don't remember." He stood up on the side of the building.

"What are you doing? Get down please." You felt like you were about to cry.

"What's the matter?" He laughed dumbfounded.

You had enough. You grabbed his hand and pulled him forward causing him to lose his balance and fall right on top of you. You both groaned from the slight pain.

"I'm going to kill you." You groaned again.

He leaned up but stopped to stare at you. "(Y/N)?"

You looked up at him.

"I really do love you." He said sounding more sober.

"I know." Was all you could say.

"Please forgive me." He said with a small hint of begging.

"I forgive you." You whispered.

"Can I kiss You?"

"Yes." You laughed.

He leaned down kissing you desperately. You missed his lips on yours. That feeling you were longing to have once again.

"No more drinking." You laughed pushing him off of you. "Your breath smells." You hated all smells of alcohol.

"Sorry." He got up and pulled you up with him.

"What's this?" He noticed your hand.

"I'll tell you later." You laughed.

He put his arm around you as you walked him out steadily since he was dizzy.

You made it to his bed and tucked him in. You started on your way out but he grabbed your hand. "Please stay."

"Okay." You got into bed with him. He started kissing down your neck making you giggle. "I'm not having sex with you."

He leaned his head up to look at you. "You've been drinking."

"Its not like we haven't before so you're not taking advantage."

"Still I like you as you when we do it."

He laid back turning his tv on. "Movie?"

You nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you saw it was Jisoo. You answered right away.

"Did you find him?" She asked.

"Yeah he's here fine....he was on the roof." You shivered feeling Yoongi tug down your sweats.

"Why wasn't he answering?" She asked.

"He dropped his phone off the edge by accident." You lied causing Yoongi to roll his eyes.

You felt him kiss up your thigh all the way to your sensitive area.

"Oh okay."

You jumped once you felt his tongue move through your folds.

"Do you want me to pick up food?" This was happening all over again. You tried to steady your breath to not be so obvious.

"Food?" You asked.

Yoongi mumbled against you.

"He said yes."

"Okay.....I'm going to take my time since you can't seem to take your hands off each other." Then she hung up.

"Thanks she caught us again."

"Who cares." He said and continued to suck on your clit. You moaned feeling him pleasure you.

"I didn't agree to this." You complained.

You felt him chuckle. You already started feeling your climax stirring up. Your moaning was getting louder so he knew you were close but before you could release he pulled away.

You looked up seeing what he was doing and he had a big smirk. "What are you doing?" You whined.

"I'm finished." He laid next to you.

"What the hell dick head."

"You were right....we'll wait." He laughed. He was the devil.

"I fucking hate you." You got up and unbuckled his jeans, pulling him out right away. He was hard already. Surprise surprise.

You settled down on him and desperately moved against him. It has been a long time and you didn't want to admit it but you needed him.

"I'm not that drunk by the way." He said out of breath. "I only had that one bottle and it's only 4% alcohol." He laughed.

"Whatever." You were also out of breath. He leaned forward and pushed you on the bed so he was on top. He thrusted in and out of you quickly causing your pleasure rising once again.

"I will kill you if you denied me again." You glared.

He laughed again picking up the pace. You were a moaning mess as you finally reached your high. He loved seeing you so weak under him it was always the cause for his release and you loved that even in this state he found you beautiful.

You both heard the door slam signaling Jisoo. "I guess we better go greet your sister." You said still breathless.

He pulled up his pants and you grabbed your sweats. Once you saw Jisoo she made a look of disgust.

"Thank you sis." Yoongi kissed her cheek.

"Ew." She pulled away. "I don't know where that mouth has been."

You blushed. "We didn't do anything." He lied.

"Liar.....I can smell the sex on you.....you should clean up."

"How do you even know the smell?" Yoongi asked.

"I'm not an idiot....it's not like I haven't."

"What?" He asked concerned.

"Now you're a caring older brother?"

You didn't mind their arguments you just got out plates setting the food out.

"You're dating?"

"No but I was."

"Who?" He asked.

"He's a little tispy." You confirmed.

"Aww you're caring when you drink."

"I'm not drunk." He glared at you.

"Oh and here's your phone." She handed him the broken smashed up phone.

"Who took your virginity?" He asked.

"Oh my god....I'm not talking to you about this." Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jisoo being a normal annoying brother.

"Stop." She laughed.

You felt happy seeing them like this. They were cute.

"I like you better sober." She complained.

"(Y/N) this way." Your manager called him into his office.

"Yes sir."

"You need to get your act together....whatever you're dealing with you need to forget about it when you're here."

"Of course sir, my apologies."

"But also if you need time off or you're sick....don't be afraid to come talk to me." That was surprisingly nice of him.

"Does this mean I'm not fired?" Your face lit up.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." He pursed his lips. "You have always been one of my best waitress, one incident can't ruin that.....but it better not happen again."

"Thank you sir." You stood up with a smile.

You didn't want to tell Yoongi what happened with that diva because you figured you were fired but now it was best to break the news to him.

"Its nice." You looked at Yoongi's new phone since his ended up damaged.

"I almost got fired the other night." You softly said.

"What happened? Anything to do with this?" He held your bruised hand.

"Yeah." You sighed. "Your ex came to the restaurant."

Yoongi looked at you in shook. "She said to stay away from you and that your hers."

"You kidding me?" You shook your head.

"I'm sorry....I'll talk to her." He looked ashamed. "We've been together for a long time but it was always complicated."

"She doesn't bother me, as long as she doesn't bother me at my job." You giggled.

"It won't happen again." He kissed your cheek.

You were enjoying your day off with him just cuddling on the couch watching movies. It was nice.

Until he got an unexpected call.

"Phone works." He got up. "I'll just be a minute."

....

When he got back from a twenty minute call, you grew confused. Who was he on the phone with for so long?

"Hey sorry about that." He sat back down.

"That call was good news and bad news." He had your attention. "That was the CEO of Def Jam records....he was offering me a job in La."

La as in America?

"There is an artist over there that he wants me to write for." He sounded excited.

"How long will you be gone?" You asked.

"A few months." That stung.

"But what if you can come with me." He held your hand.

"I would love to but I can't just leave, I have school and work."

"I know." He looked down.

"Don't worry....this is an amazing opportunity." You smiled. "When do you leave?"

"In a few days." He gave you sad eyes.

"It's fine....we can still talk to each other."

He kissed you passionately.

"I want you with me."

"Its okay." You kissed him again getting up to go to the kitchen.

"One favor?" You looked at him as he followed you into the kitchen. "Please don't let Jisoo burn my apartment down."

"No promises."

[lyndsynadine]

Harry Potter Story- Part 4

*****YOU CAN READ PART 1,2,3 HERE:

ONE:https://lyndsynadine.tumblr.com/post/170586664812/harry-potter-story-part-1

TWO:https://lyndsynadine.tumblr.com/post/170815593232/harry-potter-story-part-2

THREE:https://lyndsynadine.tumblr.com/post/170816223657/harry-potter-story-part-3

The next morning, I woke up and Oliver wasn't next to me. I got dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen table. Age was the only one there. I sat down across from her. "Did you tell him yet?" She whispered. "No, there hasn't been a good time..." I said. "Well, you have to tell Oliver soon." She replied. "Tell me what?" Oliver said, walking into the kitchen with flowers in his hands. I was silent. He came over to me and kissed my cheek. He then handed me the flowers. "I saw these and thought of you." He said. "Thank you." I said. "So, what do you need to tell me?" He asked. I got up and went into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and sat down on the toilet seat. Oliver came to the door. "Are you alright?" He asked. "I'm  fine...I just feel a little sick..." I lied. "Do you need anything?" He asked. "No, I'm ok." I said. But I wasn't. I couldn't talk to him face to face. I bet he knew something was up when I got up and walked away from him. I put the flowers down on the floor and sat there for a few minutes. "Just yell if you need me." Oliver replied, and walked away. I picked up the flowers and unlocked the bathroom door. I went to the bedroom as fast as I could. I placed the flowers on the dresser. 

I went over to the bed and laid there. I closed my eyes, then heard footsteps coming into the room. "Heard your not feeling well, do you need anything?" George asked, and I sat up. "Thanks, but I'm ok." I replied, looking away. "Are you sure? Seems like there's something bothering you." He said, walking over to me. "I'm fine, just please leave." I replied, laying back down and pulling the covers over my face. George had a slight crush on me, and followed me around sometimes. George left, But I heard more footsteps walking into the room. I pulled the covers off my face. Oliver sat down beside me. "We need to talk." He said, and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. "About what?" I asked. "You tell me. Age wouldn't tell me anything. She only said you will tell me when you're ready, which really makes me think you're hiding something pretty big." He said. I looked at him and he seemed to be getting angry. I know that I had to tell him, but I didn't know how. He waited for me to say something. 

"I really don't want to lose you...and I've been putting it off because I am so scared." I said, putting my face in my hands. "Just don't lie to me, and you won't." He replied, laying down. I could feel his eyes burning into me. "I'll tell you after the dance..." I said, looking at him. He sat straight up. "After the dance?! Are you kidding me?! I want to know now! If we have a future together, there should be no secrets between us!!" He started raising his voice. "It's not a secret, it's a mistake I made!!!" I said, starting to raise my voice back at him. He got up from the bed. "Would you just tell me already!! This is killing me!!" He was so mad. "NO!!" I yelled, and ran out. I ran down the steps and out the back door to the yard. Oliver came out after me. "You can't run away from me!" He said. "I told you that I don't want to tell you right now!" I replied, keeping my back turned towards him. "EVERYONE SEEMS TO KNOW, BUT ME!!!!!!" He yelled. I turned around. "What?" I asked. "It seems Age has told everyone but me!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT HURTS?!" He said, with so much pain in his eyes. I couldn't believe my sister would do that...it wasn't hers to tell. 

I felt a mix of emotions coming over me. "Please, just tell me..." He pleaded. I ran towards the door and into the kitchen. Everyone was eating lunch. Age was talking to fred. I looked at her. "HOW DARE YOU START TELLING EVERYONE MY BUSINESS!" I shouted, wanting to fly over the table at her. Everyone was interested in what was going on that they stopped eating. Oliver came in behind me and gently pulled me outside before I had a chance to start a fight. "Please, just tell me what's going on." He begged. "YOU WANT TO KNOW SO BAD? I'M PREGNANT WITH DRACO'S BABY! ARE YOU BLOODY HAPPY NOW?!!" I screamed, and ran back into the house. It was dead silent in the kitchen as I passed through to go to the bedroom. I stomped angrily up the stairs, and slammed the bedroom door behind me. I plopped on the bed and just cried. It was a couple minutes before Oliver came in. 

I buried myself in the covers. He walked over and uncovered me. "Please, don't cry." He said, scooping me up into his lap. "I have to go and tell Draco now before Age starts blabbing her mouth off." I replied, wiping my face. "You don't have to go right now." He said, holding me tight. "Yes I do. I'll feel much better. Plus I have to tell Kai." I replied, getting up. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" He asked. "The day of the dance? No. I'll be back tonight, I promise." I said, grabbing my bag. He walked over and gave me a kiss. ~FF to Hogwarts~ It took forever to find Draco, and once I did he looked a little too happy to see me. "We need to talk." I replied. He smiled. "I knew it. You missed me." He said. "NO. That's not it. Let's go into the Slytherin's common room to talk." I said. 

In the slytherin's common room, I sat down on the couch and he joined. "God, I don't know how to say this....but....I'm pregnant." I said, quietly. He looked at me. "You're sure it's mine?..." He replied. "Yeah. Oliver and I haven't slept together." I said. "I think you should keep it as a reminder of me." He said, completely serious. I then realized Draco and I were still in love with each other, and what he said crushed me. I just looked at him and he stared back at me. I didn't know what to say after a while. "...do you want to be in the child's life?" I asked, because I didn't want to keep him totally out of my life. "...Of course. I want to watch our bundle of joy grow up..." he said, smiling. Ugh. His smile was winning me over again. It felt like I could just kiss him...I couldn't resist much longer.

"Kai and I aren't doing so well." He said, breaking the silence. "Why?" I asked. "She's great and all...but she's not you." He replied, and I almost died. "She also said that she was unsure about our relationship because it didn't feel right..." He said, not totally worried about her. "Then ask her if she wants to end it..." I said. He just looked at me, and again I couldn't look away. Something was pulling me closer to him...He was even moving closer to me. He kissed me and I didn't resist at all. When we kissed, it felt like the time stopped. Someone came in the common room, and our moment was over. He looked at me and I looked back at him. "I gotta go." I said, and ran out. ~Back at the Weasley's~ I quietly walked up the stairs to the bedroom. The light was on, but Oliver was passed out. I changed into sleep clothes and turned the light off. I headed towards the bed, but tripped over something and landed on the floor with a loud thump. It woke Oliver. FUCK!  

"Who's there?" He asked. "It's me." I said. "You're finally home." He said. I got up quickly and turned on the light. "How'd it go with Draco?" He asked. "I decided that I shouldn't keep him away from the baby. I can't just tell him he's not allowed to." I said. Oliver didn't look so happy about it. "It's up to me. I know you feel uncomfortable about it, but there's nothing I can do." I replied. He just looked at me. "You're not over him. That's why you haven't told him off..." Oliver whispered. I ignored him and walked over to the bed. Then I got in and turned over so I was looking at the wall. He turned the light off and got into bed. He didn't say anything else to me. Tomorrow was the dance and I needed sleep because I was planning on dancing the night away. In the morning, we ate breakfast and took our showers. Oliver and I didn't talk much during the day. By 6 pm, we were all ready to go. As soon as we arrived to Hogwarts, we headed for the Great Hall. 

There was a band playing and everything was decorated in snowy white decorations. It didn't even look like the great hall. Then Draco caught my eye. He was with Kai. They both were just walking in. Draco looked gorgeous in his black tux and a light blue tie to match Kai's dress. His hair was so shiny and combed to the side in my favorite way. I felt jealousy towards Kai that I've never felt before. I just kept staring and Age snapped me out of it. "You don't want Oliver to see you looking at Draco like that, do you?" She asked. "No. Of course not. Even though Oliver accused me of not being over Draco last night." I replied. "So he knows?" Age whispered. "I just ignored him." I said. I looked around to see where oliver was. He was looking around with Harry and Ron. So I told her what happened when I went to Hogwarts last night. Her eyes widened. 

"I couldn't help it Age. I know I'm a bad person and that I can't control myself when it comes to Draco. He was my first love and it's hard to forget about him....ugh...I'm guilty. I guess I'll come clean with Oliver tonight and see what happens..." I replied. "Draco is a good kisser, so I see where you're coming from." She whispered, with a wide smile on her face. "Shut up! and wipe that HUGE grin off your face before I slap it off your face right now!" I yelled, but no one really heard me because of the band playing. She looked shocked that I yelled at her. "Don't you ever bring that up again or we're going to have a slight problem." I replied, and stormed off. I found Oliver talking to Kai, and Draco wasn't far away from her. "Let's dance." I said, and grabbed him away from their conversation. I knew he was trying to talk to Draco, not Kai. He didn't say a word while we were dancing. The music changed to a slow song, and we kept dancing. Still, he said nothing. We just looked at each other for a while. I looked over and saw Draco staring at me. Then I looked back at Oliver. This didn't feel right, keeping a secret from him. I knew I had to tell him...and it would probably be the end of us.

[survivor-kuang-si]

Episode 1: “I’m shaking in my crocs.” - Tyler

Okay so to begin my game I've started to attach myself to everyone. I'm trying to communicate with them to the best of my ability. However, Kai searching for the idol is pretty suspect if you ask me. I'll keep him close to see what he makes out to be. Other than that, I want to try and be everyone's best friend, but then get them out when necessary. From first impressions, I feel like I can trust Devon and Brendan. Danganronpa solidarity. However, Alexa may be targeted for being the only girl on an otherwise all-guys tribe. If she does get targeted, I want to try and save her so she's in my pocket. Let's play some survivor!

 Already straight out of the gate these people are boring me. I woke up super early cause here i am thinking all these Americans will be awake for this. But nope, pretty much no one is online. Quite frankly, i'm thinking of sueing.

  Ahhhh I'm so glad I'm here! It's exciting

 So Turkey just asked me to be his first ally seems like a stand up guy that I can get along with. In small tribes you can never be comfortable but pairs have run the game before.

 So the game has just officially started! I'm starting to get a feel for everyone and I'm liking some of my options. I started having a conversation with David and straight away knew I wanted an alliance with him. He seems dumb and I like dumb because it usually means they are easier to manipulate. I would love to hire all the dumb people to be my firing squad, after all they're all just expendable sheep.

Heyo. So, after taking a look at the roster, I don't think that I stand a chance to win, as I'm the only non-native English speaker. From my experience, I should avoid "standing out".

So to not stand out even more, I won't be getting a really high score in the first game. 

I won't look for a hidden idol either. The people aren't too talkative so far, which really isn't a bad thing. I can just blend in, hopefully. Let's see where we go from here by laying low :)

 This reward challenge is so infuriating, i ended up getting a really good score eventhough i have 0 clue how, but hey, i'll roll with it. David just told the tribe that he can't participate in this reward challenge as his plane was delayed 5 hours. Not good enough David. I expect you to get in that control tower and sort out the planes yourself.

I hate winterbells, I hate it with avengence. The annoying bunny, the annoying bells and the annoying music!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!

 With two members of Tanha being mutes i'm feeling pretty safe if we were to go into tribal. Myself, David, Andreas and Amanda are the only people talking in the group chat. This leaves Valentina and Haylei on the outs and hopefully they're some low hanging fruit to pick off. David has already come to me trying to lock them in, so i'm going to stand back and let him be the boss because its way too early for me to want to stand out. You can play in the mud, i'll stand here and watch.

 Couple Things: 

1. I hate Winterbells. 2. Stix's comment about how he was going to vote rubbed me the wrong way. It's just like, keep it to yourself. If you are just going to be out in the open about how you are going to play, I don't think I could trust you to keep secrets safe. All in all, I would rather keep him at arm's length with information. I can see him playing a very loyal game though, so that helps me if he wants to work together. 3. Brandon came to me and offered to work together. Of course I said yes. We both like Danganronpa and we both seem to have similar tastes in games. I want him to be my ride-or-die since he came to me first and all. I think right now is too early to make any moves, though. So we'll just wait and see 4. Alexa has a HUGE score. I want either me or Brandon to buddy up with her so we can find out what she did at the Garden of Eden.

 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-S4UBWGhpss

  So we're doing this first immunity challenge and all I can think is, wow, my teams killing it! Why should I kill myself when 1) we are already doing so good. ANd 2) I don't have a target on my back at all. So you bet your ass I did a minimum job and also lied to my tribe! Now I just gotta hope they don't figure out that I lied, but if they do, I feel pretty comfortable in my abilities to talk my way out of it.

okay so I've been doing pretty good in this challenge, i think lmfao, and my tribe is like "33k" "160k" When im over here fucking getting close to 1million. Thank god this is a reward challenge but im really hoping that the other tribe suck ass as much as my tribe does lmfao. Also, im not in this community but i thought i'd try it out, but everyone says "akfadkdfkagklag" im like wtf

 I really like my tribe! Everyone is pretty active and nice! Kai has flawless opinions on BB19, Stix and I are from the same city, Branden and I are both from tengaged which is surprising since I didn't think anyone from tengaged would be playign this season, Devon is pretty quiet but that's okay I know he's been busy with work the first few days and Rafael is pretty fun to talk to.

  So i scored the best challenge score on my tribe! Which honestly wasn't hard, they're all very incompetent. Looking at some of the scores from other tribes, im shaking in my crocs. So i get sent to the garden of Eden with Brandan and McKenna. We have a riveting conversation on call and all decide not to take that lovely temptation. Well i mean i said i wouldn't. I want that idol! I came here to play so honey, you're gonna have to hand over that clue. I wouldn't call it lying, i mean if i told them i was going to take it they'd have a one up on me, and we cant have that. So now i have to throw the immunity challenge! Sorry Tahna, looks like i accidently slept threw the entire challenge! After all i am Australian! David has just told me that i'm his number 1 and I guess he is my number 1 as well, but that doesnt mean im telling him i have the idol clue! Also because i told him 'all about what happened in Eden' he promised to tell me what happened if he was to go in. Sorry David ;)

 The tribe winning the reward really raises moral. That advantage will be super useful for the upcoming immunity. The tribe has decided to go and give the extra life to Brandan since he did get the highest score on the reward challenge. This might get him labeled as comp beast, and thus targeted. For immunity, the plan is to target one tribe and get them out so it ends the challenge quickly and efficiently. I came up with the plan, and have been the most active in the chat. I'm scared of this since it would make me look like a leader, and being a leader puts a target on your back. I doesn't bode well with me. Other than that, I think if we did go to tribal, I would vote out Stix since he has been a bit aloof during the time the game has started. I would like to continue working with Brandan, but have also grown fond of Kai. If Kai, Brandan, and I were in an alliance, that would be my ideal scenario. Raffy logging out!

 I'm trying to convince McKenna or Ally to take on my ideal plan for the challenge as my own, I do not want to put my name out and be singled out if the plan fails. My plan: I'm trying to get our whole tribe to 'shoot' at the Tanha members, send them to tribal because Koalang has an advantage. I personally believe the advantage is an auto dodge if they can't get it off. If Aphi Sa coordinates shots on Tanha, Koalong might tag along and send them to tribial instead of us. Obviously, I don't feel 100% safe, I'm going to be working at the beginning of the challenge. If I get shot while I can't get on my phone, I'm out. I am trying to implement a tribe plan for the challenge without tagging my name on as I can't be there to lead the troops out of the gate.

My tribe is hard to get the correct feel of, I'm not sure if I'm talking to much to them or if they appreciate me having something to read. As far as alliance members go, I am currently trying to find who I would like to be most loyal to in this game. Zach is a strong front runner, as well as Charlotte. I like Ally and McKenna, but McKenna seems like the most likely to "Caesar me" JG is my ideal first boot if it comes to it. He doesn't talk in tribe and has not responded to my pms. Maybe they're all PMing behind me but I doubt it, our tribe chat is DEAD.

 Took a little sneaky peek for the idol. I have to come back again! I was so close! Bloody Mitchell flashing all his idols

 It's annoying that we didn't get anywhere in the challenge. I know some people struggled but I'm like seriously, I struggled and you got less than me, really? I think some weren't really trying and if that happens again I won't be impressed!

 This idol clue was actually such an amazing advantage! After looking for the idol i realised that there was no way anyone could find the idol without the clue. So i know where im looking next round! I am encouraging people from my tribe to look for it so i can seem like a 'team player'. When really, they have no hope.

 I think I've placed myself really well socially in the game. I've been talking and bonding with everyone in the tribe. Though I doubt we will go to tribal. Our strategy is solid. The only change is that we've decided to go for the other tribe as one of their members, Tyler, basically threw the challenge by typing in the sharpshooter chat before the challenge began. Now tey are down to 5 members. This should be easy.

 We just slammed this contest like what the hell , you're not going to show up , I was just in a finale and had a funeral to go to and I was here , LOL THESE PEOPLE ARE JOKES

well that challenge was easy and I think i have very good social bonds right now and I hope I have something flowing with Ally and EG. Zach is chill but I think hes chill with everyone, charlotte is basically inactive and idk hes just weird lmfao, ian just talks to me but we never even formed anything hah

 OMFG what rubbish pile of poo tribe have you put me on. I am so so peed off right now. Considering I am the one with the bad timezone here...... URGH. I was gonna write a long complicated one and I am actually so beyond peed off I don't think I can. I'd better not go I am telling you that much. An 8 hour task and they lasted 16 fecking mins. Hardly anyone talks and noones putting any effort in.

AS expected, the plan worked flawlessy. Aphi Sa even helped out to take down the other tribe. It went smoothly, but Amanda really pulled it out even if she had no one but herself. I'm impressed and kind of sad. Sad that a simple typo brought her down. If she got to the merge or if I end up with her in a tribe, I would definitely love to work with her.

Yay we won both challenges! To recap my day a bit, I'm now in two separate duo alliances! I'm in #TeamBuffalo with Stix and Team Tengaged with Brandan, I really like both of them and Rafael so hopefully us 4 could possibly form a larger alliance together? We'll have to see.

 Ahhhh I'm so happy we won but I definitely think Amanda should get some sort of reward for doing that because the only thing that stopped her from winning was bad spelling.

 Just won our first immunity! My tribe is unstoppable and my plan is working great. I'm keeping a really strong social connection, while also making myself look like I'm beatable in challenges individually! You think firing at 6:06 was a mistake?....oh boy are you wrong. If I'm gonna win this thing, my plan needs to keep going Day by day. Just a little more than the day before. But I'll tell you what, next immunity challenge, if we somehow don't win. I'm ready to make a big move already.

 Well that's fabulous 0 for 2 *strikes pose* Go team.

 Okay, so Brandon has made an alliance with him, Kai, Alexa, and I. While I'm all for an alliance, with six people on this tribe, it really seems easy for it to fall apart. Unless, we don't go to tribal until three tribes become two, I don't see this alliance lasting too long. But at least the two people I want to work with (Kai and Brandon) are with me. Alexa, if it comes down to it, will go out of everyone. For now, however, I need to up my social game with Kai and Brandon so they will want me around more than Alexa. Devon is also someone I feel like I can trust. A side duo with me will be pretty good for me. My tribe rankings would be: 1. Brandon (since he seems to be in everyone's ears and already calling strategic shots) 2. Me (not first because I haven't started strategizing with people) 3. Kai (third most active and useful in challenges) 4. Alexa (she's in by no means a bad spot. The reward challenge should make her higher, but she also doesn't interact as much. I consider her the bottom of the alliance) 5. Devon (sort of just there. A floater) 6. Stix (Bottom of the tribe. A bit aloof when it comes to conversation. Nice guy though)

 Aphi Sa represent! A two round Sharpshooter win has to be something to be proud of right? Full offense to Koalang, we carried you that challenge. Tanha, it was nothing personal we just wanted the advantage to be a non issue and from your reward scores, you seemed like the tribe that would have the least active at the beginning. When Tyler started typing in the challenge chat before the game started I kept thinking to myself, "Do it, come on do it, press enter!" That two round win is my strategic win, I came up with the plan to target Tanha, sorry, I came up with the idea that we do a spread offensive first round to take out the afk's at the start, I was the one who gave the list to the tribe of the names on the other tribes. I did that... with the help of my tribe. Ally is the only person in this game that knows that I was the mind behind a 15 minute challenge, I had to work so I was only going to be active for 3 or 4 rounds so I spent the time leading up to the challenge thinking of routes the challenge that could take and the fastest way to win it for my tribe whilst I could take part or set them up for success in my absence. I reiterate spread offense, logically I wouldn't be the only one who could only participate for so long and hit the people that would be in my boat. Then tactical strikes on the ones that dodge, sadly for Amanda she was the only one on her tribe who participated. My hat's off to you girl, 9 dodges in one round, I couldn't do it, alas a spelling error got you. Can happen to anyone one when the game is on the line and you know everyone is coming for you. Ally proved vital in my quest to get my plan portrayed to the tribe while making everyone feel like they were part of the discussion. In our tribal discussion she helped sway the conversation to points that would emphasis the plan I pm'd her about for the challenge. Hopefully this is indicative of a partnership I would like to have in this game. Everyone felt included, everyone felt vital. Aphi Sa is safe, as great coaches say, “We're on to the next Challenge.”

 Hello ladies and gentlemen, lovers and fighters, high tops and sober bottoms, it is MISS Kelsey Mikaelson, coming to you live and in colour~! That's right, she's back in the business, ready to fight for the crown! And, surprise surprise, no one's talking to her! LOL, let me stop the third person. Entering this season, I was actually quite excited due to the chance to play with actual, like...new people like myself instead all those flops who win a season per month. However, against my expectations, I'm accepted less with these new people than usual XDDD I don't feel like anyone in the tribe is really...like, happy to see me or enjoying speaking with me. It's just not a nice air but what else other than jealousy can start off a season like this? ;) I really wish Tahna won the immunity challenge but that didn't happen so...I've just got to push myself to talk to these people, as much as they don't want to talk to me. Let's hope I don't go home first, that wouldn't be too good a look. If I can make it through this one, I've got a knack I can last so...let's put our hearts up for this one! Wish me luck, loves! ^__^ And THAT'S all there is to it! The body is HERRRREEE! -Kelsey Mikaelson

 Yeah, we were the target to go at the challenge, and it was sad to see us going down so quick, but oh well. With one person attending, that's just how it goes. Not much more to add here :)

 Okay so i'll give like a brief "initial thoughts" run through of everyone, where I stand, and how i'm feeling about the overall game. So, without further ado, let's introduce my fellow tribe mates! First we have Ally. So her and I briefly talked, and it was the minimal type of conversation. I heard from a fellow friend of mine that she is extremely loyal, trustworthy, and likeable, and that I should attempt to befriend her. My goal for the upcoming days is to grow really close with her, and try to form a solidified bond. Next, we have Charlotte. I know of her from another ORG, in which I evicted her (but it was an unanimous vote so let's hope it's not impacting on our relationship). Similar to Ally, we briefly talked on the first day, and it was more about other things opposed to just the simple "hey what's up!" talk, so that's something. I'll probably try to strengthen my relationship with her slightly. Ian's next. He's a goofy person to be honest. I think out of everyone, i've talked to him the most. He's not the most... relatable or easiest to talk to, but he's chill. I think I could see myself working with him to an extent, purely for the benefit of my game, but nonetheless, I need to keep talking to him! Following Ian, we have JG. I have not spoken one, single word to him/them/her. The reasoning is that I want to start a little bit, so we have a bond, but I need someone I can vote out first. Unfortunately, for the luck of draw and timing, they're the one I chose. Maybe things could change though? Who knows. The last individual we have is Mckenna. I really like her, and her and I talked a lot about various things and she has straight out asked me to work together. I said yes, because I do. The only issue with Mckenna is that I think she's playing a social, snake-like game, and i'm a little worried, but it's kind of too early to call. So in conclusion of the initial thoughts, I think I stand okay with everyone. I'm going to try to be more active and helpful so that i'm an attribute to keep around, because quite frankly I want to win. Now, for my strategy. Like every game i've ever played, my intent is to be a strategic goddess. However, I want to revamp that and focus on my social game. In Bahamas (shout out to Dana), my game was purely social, and I made it to final three, placing second and LOSING by one vote against Dana. Strategy was an aspect of my game, but not everything to me. This time, as it's a main season, i'm putting all my energy into this. I'm going to attempt to be manipulative, and run the merge phase and win. Obviously, I won't, i'm too cocky, but that's my hopes and dreams. I want to excel strategically and socially, and be okay competitively. One thing i'm excited for is that this game, I plan on being extremely cutthroat. Will that bite me in the ass? More than likely, but whom cares. I want to be fun, entertaining, and play hard, and if I lose because lack of respect... whatever. But keep in mind that may be subject to change as i'll probably develop secured relationships, and be really nice and loveable. I need to work on my jury management skills, so maybe i'll tell people if i'm voting them off. WOOO That's it for now! Sorry about my ramble! Talk to y'all soon!

 Challenge = Thrown , I'm not going to lie, i didn't mean to send a message to the challenge chat, but i'll take it cause it actually ended up working in my favour! My tribe is from places all over the world and the only person who actually participated was Amanda, which i find hilarious. Annnnd the only person that Amanda wasn't angry at wasn't me🤷🏼‍♂️. Look at me go. We lost the challenge 😭. David and Fairy (Andreas) both talked to me prior to the challenge, and we shared gentle words about how we wanted Haylei absolutely eradicated from our tribe. And what do you know, we all just end up talking about this in the tribe chat, it's not like Haylei will ever log on to see it. It's nice in rounds like these where the vote is obvious, to step back and let others feel like they're in charge, gettem nice and comfortable *Pretty aggressive and Malicious Laughter*

[mithoen]

More Ageswap AU Stuff Because I Love This AU Except It’s Mischief Trio + Quail Boyfriends Focused

SURPRISE, THERE’S M O R E BECAUSE I’M A SELF INDULGENT FUCK WHO LOVES HER OWN AU’S TOO MUCH

THIS IS BASICALLY JUST A SKYPE CONVERSATION BETWEEN MYSELF AND @sproson-ya​ SO ENJOY

WARNING; SENSITIVE MATERIAL IS DISCUSSED HERE SUCH AS THREATS OF VIOLENCE, ACTUAL DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DOMESTIC ABUSE, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION

Please don’t take any of it too seriously, especially the parts where we’re fuzzy on certain things - yes, they could be researched but at the time it was spur of the moment and this is just a vague concept for something that could happen.

Kyn: HITORI AND KAZOO DON'T GET ALONG WITH THESE THREE, RIGHT?? I said tohri might be friends with them because he's the Nicest but 

Vincent: hitori is a Little "e h " about tohri but Kazuaki probably likes him. xD or at least is not afraid of him when he's alone

Kyn: poor hitori I imagine souma and ryuuji might try to rope him into some pranks sometimes 

hitori: "I-i'm not going to help you guys-" 

ryuuji, on one of hitori's sides, holding hitori's arm in his own: "oh c'monnn, u-zu-ne! you're too stuck up,, being the teachers pet must be boring sometimes, right?" 

souma, on hitori's other side, also holding hitori's arm: "indeed. you should relax sometimes, uzune. research says that a little fun is good for your health."

hitori: "it's not fun if you're hurting people!!" 

souma: "oh?? I don't know, I find it's quite fun to watch nanaki cry while I pull his hair out strand by strand." 

hitori: "gh- don't you dare!" 

souma: "who knows? i guess it's up to you, uzune." 

Vincent: hitori, gives souma his very known sharp-eyed look; "if you even dare to touch him, i will pin you to the wall and Punch out your teeth." meanwhile Kazuaki is probably sitting there nervously and talking to tohri it's really.... easy to win his trust kjsdhvkj 

Kyn: souma: //smiles cruelly// "mm, i'd like to see you try." //tugs on the others arm a little// "i am aspiring to be a doctor,, and i'm not afraid to get dirty. i could dislocate your arm before you even got the chance." 

ryuuji: "isa, reel it in a little." 

souma: ",,,is that a yes or a no, uzune?"

tohri: //sweating and trying to distract kazoo from his friends 'persuasion' tactics// "so!! you say you like to draw, hm?? i have never seen your artwork! artistry is very important to one such as myself, so i'd love to see it sometime!" 

Vincent: Kazuaki; small gasp, "you??? like art too?? do you draw or something else?" suddenly he's very interested and just omg, tohri you actually make him kinda happy how can you be such an asshole. look at this pure golden and freckled Boy... 

Vincent: and hitori ksjhkcj 

Vincent: he'd never agree to it and just protect Kazuaki better or get hurt himself 

Vincent: he aint taking no threats from no one 

Kyn: tohri: //blinks and then flushes, a little embarrassed and a little sad he's tricking this poor Boy// "i,, sculpt, sometimes! and i,,, well, they aren't very good, but i,,,, i draw clothes,,,,, i want to become a fashion designer,,,,,,,," //blinks again and realises what he was saying// "b-bUT ITS NOT LIKE THAT'S IMPORTANT TO ME OR ANYTHING- IT'S JUST A STEPPING STONE IN THE LIFE OF THE GREAT NISHIKIKOUJI TOHRI!!"

Kyn: hitori: "grr,,, i'd never agree to your dumb pranks!! whether or not they're harmless - you're still causing trouble in the school! now get off of me!" //pulls himself out of souma and ryuuji's grip 

souma: "hmph. as usual, you're uncooperative and annoying." //pulls out a scalpel from the inside of his blazer and sneers at hitori// "maybe if we skin you we'll find somebody a little easier to work with on the inside-" 

ryuuji: //holds his arm over souma's chest// "no, isa, leave him be. fight on your own terms, in your own time. if he won't help, we'll just have to make it extra mischievous, right?" 

souma: ",,,of course. fine. but we aren't done here, uzune." 

Vincent: FUCK. FUCK. NOW I JUST IMAGINE HITORI RUNNING AND SEARCHING FOR KAZUAKI. BUT SOUMA AND RYUUJI OF COURSE KNOW WHERE HE AND TOHRI ARE SO THEY FIND THEM SOONER. AND JUST RYUUJI AND SOUMA WALKING UP TO THE TWO OF THEM SOUMA GRINNING LIKE THE EVIL FUCK HE IS AND KAZUAKI JUST "o h no.." probably tries to text hitori quickly but ryuuji snatches his phone away and aa aaaaa aaa 

Kyn: AHAHAHAHAH Y E S. 

kazoo: "p-please don't!! please!! i-i'm sorry!" 

ryuuji: //holding kazoo still by his wrists// "haha! i'm not." 

tohri: ",,,wait- wait, ryuuji, souma - do we have to hurt him?" 

souma: //sorting through his 'equipment', turns his head to look coldly at tohri over his shoulder// "what, have you come to care for him now that we left you alone together for half an hour?" 

tohri: "n-no, i just,,," 

souma: "remember where your loyalties lie, nishikikouji." 

kazoo: "tohri!! tohri, help me please!!" 

tohri: //falls silent, looks away from kazoo with a painful expression// ",,,sorry, nanaki." 

ryuuji: "awright!! what're we gonna do with him, i~sa?" 

souma: "i was thinking of leaving some light scarring along his stomach. perhaps we should sign our names into his skin and let uzune discover them as a present, hm?" 

Vincent: Kazuaki fucking PANICS; "N-no!! please! don't touch me!! don't touch me there - it's inappropriate, please please please-- i'm gonna throw up, please -- ,, please,,, " he's still pretty scared of touch holy shit. and for them to get to his stomach they'd need to undress layers of clothes the boy would be v traumatized in many ways 

Vincent: hITORI RUN!! RUN AND SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND!! god,, 

Kyn: HITORI'S GONNA H A V E TO FIND THEM AND QUICK BECAUSE SOUMA'S NOT ABOUT TO STOP FOR ANYONE, RYUUJI DOESN'T CARE AND TOHRI'S TOO POWERLESS TO STOP THEM BOTH 

souma, bent over kazoo as he unbuttons the other's shirt: "you're annoying. stop moving. kawara, hold him steadier." 

ryuuji: "hey, it's not as easy as it looks, isa!!" 

kazoo: "no!! get off me!! please- please, stop, please-" 

souma: "annoying. nishikikouji, come here." 

tohri: "wh,,, what? what do you want??" 

souma: //looks around before grabbing a loose brick off the ground and handing it to tohri// "hit him." 

tohri: "what?! I can't-" 

souma: "hit him, nishikikouji. all you have to do is knock him out - or at least give him a concussion. just get him to stop moving." 

tohri: ",,,,,," 

kazoo: //outright crying// "t-t-tohri,,, please,,,, don't,,,,," 

ryuuji: "go on!!" 

tohri: "mmnph. fine, fine... stay still, nanaki, it'll only hurt for a moment,," 

Vincent: Kazuaki; "no, no please i'll hold still please don't hit me. I'll hold still won't tell anyone. please, not the head.." still sobs and tries to hold as still as possible so tohri doesn't smack him over the head 

Vincent: hitori probably,,, wont find him in time,,, they probably arent even in School anymore??? and if he finds them by trying to run in the direction they went in that would take too Long and Kazuaki would be in pain already,,,, 

Vincent: at least hitori would be able to call the Police on them and then catch souma one day off guard and Punch his nose bloody 

Vincent: ryuuji and tohri will get revenge too but a more quiet one that wouldn't be able to be tracked down to him as easily :'D 

Kyn: I WAS HOPING YOU'D MENTION HITORI CALLING THE POLICE 

Kyn: they'd probably find these three before any Actual harm could come to poor, poor kazoo

tohri: "ghhh,,, I can't believe this,,, arrested, again, because of you two and your stupid messing about!!" 

policeman: "shut up. you were obviously going to hit that kid-" 

souma: "let him go, please. I told him to." 

policeman: "you're... isa souma, right? you have a record, boy, why should we trust your word-" 

ryuuji: "no, he's right!! tohri's innocent! please don't get him into trouble." 

policeman: ",,,we'll be investigating into this, but for now you're free to go." 

tohri: "oh, thank god-"

Kyn: ryouta: "ryuuji!!" 

ryuuji: "ah, dad. hi." 

ryouta: "I can't believe you- again? really? we've talked about this! you promised when we made up that you'd stop getting caught up in this sort of thing and focus on your studies!" 

ryuuji: "it's not like i'm doing terrible in school, dad. and we weren't actually going to hurt kazoo - it was just pretend! right, isa?" 

souma: ",,,indeed." 

ryouta: //massages the bridge of his nose// "we're,, talking about this seriously when we get home, ryuuji. come on." 

ryuuji: "oh, looks like i'm getting bailed out. see you tomorrow at school, isa!" 

souma: "bye." 

//RYUUJI AND RYOUTA PASS A VERY ANGRY LOOKING MAN IN A SUIT AS THEY LEAVE// 

ryuuji: ",,,wait. wait, wait-! souma! dad, get off, souma's-" 

ryouta: "??? we're leaving, come on - hey, ryuuji!" 

ryuuji: //arrives back in the holding cells just in time to watch souma's dad hit souma across the face 

Dr. Isa: "you're a disgrace to this family! you have a criminal record!" 

souma: "sorry, father." 

Dr. Isa: "you will hand over all your research and equipment to myself and your mother immediately after getting home, do you hear me? your phone, too." 

souma: ",,,yes, father."

Vincent: YOOOOO HITTING YOUR CHILD IS NOT COOL MAN HE MIGHT BE AN ASSHOLE THAT JUST TRAUMATISED KAZUAKI P BADLY ( good luck being able to snuggle up onto your soft boyfriend ever again hitori ) BUT YOOOOO O O NOT COOL. And that with the police in sight! You're going to get to hear something from them, too :T Guess the police at least sees where the roots lie...,,, Considering that souma is not of age yet and already has a record I'm pretty sure a social worker would visit souma at home and try to at least look around in his environment??? I'm pretty sure they would talk to souma and question his parents too... mmmm 

Vincent: No money would really be able to be enough for souma to stay in that family,, He probably gets in a home for abused children for a while ;w; If he's lucky 

Vincent: If not his dad is mightier and just owns everyone 

Vincent: Which might be p  b ad 

Vincent: I'm basing this off on the German system btw 

Vincent: Idk how it would be in Japan but I can't imagine that it would be much different,, 

Kyn: aaah yeah i was gonna say i imagine souma's family is. Pretty Rich and they're likely to fork out a lot of money to keep souma out of real trouble - and themselves out a lot of trouble for being cruel to him, too 

Kyn: IDK HOW THE POLICE WORK IN JAPAN EITHER BUT IT DOES MAKE SENSE YEAH

Kyn: in any case, souma ends up running away to live with tohri later on s o

Kyn: tohri: "you two are late!! i was getting worried you'd had to spend the night in jai- WHOA SOUMA, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR-" 

souma: "i don't want to talk about it." 

ryuuji: ",,,maybe we went overboard this time." 

tohri: "if even you're saying that, i guess we must have done,,, what happened?" 

ryuuji: "his dad came to bail him out." 

tohri: “oh...”

Vincent: O h n o 

Vincent: They better apologise for what they've done qwq Hitori won't show any mercy otherwise, and nageki doesn't need this,,, 

Kyn: souma Might have a bruise on his face but he certainly doesn't have a bruise on his pride 

Kyn: he's not going to apologise for jack shit, ryuuji and tohri are gonna have to defuse the situation for him - or let their friend get what's coming to him

Vincent: Yeah... Hitori.... is more than only angry... he's dead set to see souma bleed because holy shit really anyone else deserved this but not his already anxious boyfriend ; w ; Ryuuji and tohri can talk as much as they want to him but he ain't gonna forgive haha,, 

Kyn: mmmm souma might be prideful but he Knows he goes overboard sometimes and he Knows this time he definitely fucked up so even if he won't apologise, he's not going to fight back against hitori either 

tohri: "what do you mean, you're 'going to go find uzune'?! he's going to kill you, souma!" 

souma: "well. maybe i deserve it." 

ryuuji: "don't say that,, it was all our faults-" 

souma: "no. i'm always dragging you two into my messes. let me deal with it." 

tohri: "now isn't the time to be selfless, you idiot!"

Vincent: SOUMA ARE YOU REALLY SURE BECAUSE WOWIE IF HE WON'T FIGHT BACK THEN HITORI PROBABLY WON'T do as much tbh... he's not as cruel to beat someone who's already on the ground xD 

Vincent: But he sure as hell will lecture him good

Kyn: SOUMA WOULD BE SO CONFUSED 

souma: "wh,, why did you stop?" 

hitori: ",,,why aren't you fighting me?" 

souma: "unimportant-" 

hitori: "its not fair for me to hit you if you aren't going to hit me back. i'm not you." 

souma: ",,,alright, i deserve that, but- you've chosen the worst time to be kindhearted, uzune, as always." 

Vincent: Hitori; "well then. Glad that I didn't need to punch your lights out first to calm you down. What you did to kazu was beyond terrible and your understanding I assume. It's not only that you scared him... He always had a paranoia of people touching him. I don't know if this even gets in your stupid overly spoiled head, but he's even more terrified now. I can't even hug him anymore... speaking of holding him... Do you understand?” //actually cries a little because of his soft boyfriend Souma if didnt noticed earlier probably noticed now that Hito and kazu have a closer relationship than just friends :'D

Kyn: YEAH HE'S A LITTLE TOO DENSE TO NOTICE THAT THEY WERE IN A RELATIONSHIP, TBH 

Kyn: dense or just doesn't care, at any rate 

souma: ",,,i'm not going to apologise because frankly, I couldn't give two shits about how nanaki feels. let him be afraid, see if I care. i'm not here for a lecture, uzune - are you going to hit me or not?" 

Vincent: Hitori; "...I didn't expect any different from the son of the Isas." he'd stand up, blow his knuckles a little since they were all red from the first punch he used on souma to knock him of his feet 

Vincent: Kinda just dusts himself off and wipes his tears away "I won't dirty my hands on scum like you. You don't even deserve being beaten. I thought you were just one of these kids but.. Kids like you grow up to end up with a bullet in their head." And he just fucking leaves because NOT EVEN WORTH IT 

Vincent: He thought he could beat some sense in him?? He uses fits and words but like wowie if souma doesn't even react to that he'd just see him a lost cause,,,

Kyn: souma: //blinks, left lying on the ground in surprise. sits up and puts a hand to his chest, expression twisting into a small frown// "son,, of the,,,,," //closes his eyes// ",,that's it?" //gets to his feet unsteadily, face half anger and half panic// "that's it?! you can't just walk away,  uzune! you can't- ,,aren't you angry?! don't you want to hit me?? I don't,, I don't understand, I don't,,," //puts his hand to his cheek where the bruise is// ",,being hurt,, is all i'm good for,,, I deserve it,," 

Vincent: Hitori; stops and narrows his eyes at souma. feels a Little weird Hearing that. "Listen. I dont know what your parents taught you or what bullshit you're into. Maybe you're just getting off out of this. But i dont enjoy beating People up or being in rage. and what's even the Point if you don't get it? you'll learn that Actions have far more consequences than just a bloody nose soon enough... but i don't want to be the one to grant you that favour. now fuck off, isa. and dont let me see you anytime soon." 

Kyn: souma: //wraps an arm around himself to grip at the other arm, eyes downturned as hitori walks off and mouth twisted into a frown// ",,,,,"

tohri: "!!!! souma!! you're back!! thank god, I thought uzune was going to murder you!" 

souma: ",,,as did I. I was sorely disappointed." 

ryuuji: "at least you're okay!! come over here and play cards with us!!" 

souma: //blinks before shaking his head with a sigh, smiling lightly// "alright. what're we playing?" 

Kyn: tohri and ryuuji understand souma better than souma understands himself :'D in any case hitori's words definite made him feel something 

Kyn: he's probably the reason why souma runs away, actually he realises being stuck with his shitty parents is only going to make him just like them and while he's okay with being a dick he doesn't want to be a rich asshole who doesn't care about anyone because he does care about his friends 

Vincent: bless hitori but..... god when he Comes home though hitori would have such a breakdown because "Kazuaki i am sorry that i couldnt do more.... i love you so much but i couldnt do anything...." what do you even do when you actually have morals?? :'D 

Kyn: WOULD HITORI EVEN TELL NAGEKI ANY OF WHAT HAPPENED?? LIKE. HE'D CERTAINLY BE NOTIFIED BY KAZOO'S PARENTS THAT HE WAS PROBABLY ESCORTED HOME BY THE POLICE,,, AND HE'D DEFINITELY NOTICE KAZOO'S RECLUSIVE ATTITUDE 

Vincent: OF COURSE NAGEKI WOULD KNOW EVERYTHING 

Vincent: Kazuaki is more at hitori's place than he is at his home :'D 

Vincent: and i am p sure Kazuaki sat nervously with nageki in the kitchen when hitori came back 

Kyn: you know who'd be even angrier at souma than hitori 

Kyn: n a g e k i 

Vincent: OH B O Y 

Kyn: he'd be fucking livid 

Kyn: nevermind himself burning to death, he'd set souma alight

Vincent: NAGEKI HOLY FUCK 

Vincent: I THOUGHT HE'D BE SOMEWHAT PROUD THAT HITORI DIDNT BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF SOUMA 

Vincent: B UT OK AY :'D 

Kyn: LMAOOO oh no he'd be very proud that hitori didn't resort to violence 

Kyn: because it means he can do it himself 

Kyn: doesn't help that he's the school librarian 

Vincent: NAGEKI DONT BEAT UP KIDS 

Vincent: YOU NEED THIS JOB 

Kyn: ryuuji: "okay!! lets go get those books out of the library that mr. shirogane told us to get!" 

tohri: "you know, I've always wondered what mr. fujishiro and mr. shirogane's relationship was,,," 

souma: "probably unimportant. don't get excited, nishikikouji." 

ryuuji: "good afternoon, mr. fujishiro!!" 

nageki: "...mr. kawara. mr. nishikikouji.... mr. isa." 

souma: ",,,,i get the distinct feeling,,,, that i'm not welcome here right now,,,," 

nageki: "no. no you aren't. in fact, you aren't welcome here at all." 

tohri: "um-" 

nageki: "surely you're rich enough to just buy the books you want, right, mr. isa? get out. don't come back." 

souma: ",,,,,,yes, sir. sorry, sir." 

Vincent: THAT'S FUCKING LIT NAGEKI 

Vincent: SOUMA PROABLY FEELS THE RELATION BETWEEN NAGEKI AND HITORI :'D

Kyn: EVERYONE KNOWS THEY'RE RELATED, THEY DON'T EXACTLY HIDE IT 

Kyn: souma didn't think about it too much though 

Kyn: nageki's always been a quiet but kind teacher, he didn't think the other could get so angry

ryuuji: ",,,isa, you oka-?" 

souma: "don't bother, kawara. i deserve it, so it's fine." 

tohri: "you keep saying that, but really,,," 

Vincent: no no i know that everyone knows it but like SOUMA ACTUALLY FELT IT because that was very hitori of nageki :'D

VIncent: ryuuji; "insane idea; but what about you try to apologise for a Change?"

souma; "insane idea indeed" 

Kyn: LMAOOOO

Kyn: they're Brothers, alright

Kyn: i think after running away souma might be inspired to apologise on his own terms directly to kazoo 

Vincent: wowie good luck Kazuaki will start crying when he only sees souma getting Close to him 

Kyn: LMAO WHOOPS 

souma: ",,,,!!! um." //swallows// "er,, n-nanaki, um,,,, uh,," 

Vincent: kazuaki; Looks around for hitori,, takes out his phone in a hurry, Drops it, kneels down it pick it up, cries more "i swear i didnt tell anyone-- they all found it out on their own-- please dont " 

Kyn: souma: ",,,,,i did this to you. i made you like this. i'm,,, i'm so sorry. i'm so, so sorry. you don't deserve to cry like that- because of,, because of me. i understand if you can't forgive me, i'm just- i'm sorry."

Vincent: kazuaki; blinks a few times, stares up at him, just hiccups, "wh-.... i-is... this some k-Kind of joke... " picks up his phone, stands up and presses his Hands against his chest "... i... didnt know you c-could feel regret.... y-you arent lying right?..." 

Kyn: souma: "no, i'm,,, I'm not lying. you have every right to be suspicious of course but - no, i mean it. i never liked uzune and he certainly doesn't like me, but you didn't deserve to be hurt like you were because i'm a petty asshole, so. i'm sorry. and i say that with all the compassion, for what little of it that i have, left in my heart." 

Vincent: kazuaki; Looks around again, just to make sure that there is no one to just kinda grab him and hold him "ah.... mm... - then I am.. g-glad i... i guess i can accept your apology but uhm... please dont mess with hitori like this anymore.... h-he cares a lot and... he really doesnt deserve to be heartbroken like this... he already worries so much about his brother.... ... i apologise that he had to beat you up because i couldnt protect myself..."

Vincent: Baby kazoo is just too pure and naivee 

Kyn: souma: //squints at kazoo, irritation slowly growing on his face// "we haven't spoken in quite a while now, so I think I forgot the reason why I never liked you - but i'm beginning to remember. you're weak. pathetic. stand up for yourself more, nanaki, stop letting uzune fight your battles - and stop worrying about him over yourself! I'm here apologising to you, - you are the one I held a knife to, you are the one who has spent the last few months in constant fear of me. focus on your own feelings for once, not uzune's!" 

Vincent: kazuaki; seems to be quite surprised at the tone of voice. weak? yup.. pathetic? yup yup, he knew all of that,, ".. i am sorry- I ... uh... i know but i uh... can't really uhm... i dont know what to say........" 

Kyn: souma: //sighs// "ugh, I don't know why I bother with either you or him. I came here to do what I felt I was needed of me, and I have completed that task. Goodbye, Nanaki. See you in school." 

Vincent: that Feeling when you wanna say something but you are still too scared of the Person :'D 

Vincent: sorry souma there is nothing much to dooo 

Kyn: ka z o o he's le a v I n g say somethinnnnng 

Vincent: but kazuaki thinks now that you didnt actually m e an i t 

Vincent: WHAT SHOULD HE SAY HE'S AFRAID THAT HE'LL REGRET I T 

Kyn: LMAO SOUMA STOP BEING SO COARSE YOU GAVE OFF THE WRONG IMPRESSION AGAIN 

Vincent: kazuaki; "teachers always force their students to apologise to the Person they bullied but the bully never means it. it makes us only more scared that well see something worse coming because of the humiliation the bully went through.... " 

Vincent: poor kazuaki proably gets bullied constantly and he doesnt know how to fi g ht it 

Vincent: he tried talking back but that only made it worse probably because he never knows what to say :'D 

Kyn: souma: //pauses, his back to kazoo// ",,,I do mean it, but I suppose if my words aren't enough proof for you, then... if you continue to have bullying issues with other students, you may come to me if you so wish. I can easily make those issues... Disappear. Or worse. It's up to you, of course, but it is a very real offer. I do not provide services for just anyone and I would like it if you believe me when I apologise, considering how you are literally the first person I have ever apologised to in my life, if you're willing to believe that as well."

Vincent: kazuaki; "THAT'S EVEN WORSE! Why would you even offer to hurt others?? you hurt me and you're sorry.... ok ay,,, i believe you then... y-you just sounded less.... like you really meant it... but why would you hurt others? Hitori... talks to them and they stop... sometimes tease me about it.... but it's alright ut why would you...... do worse....... that's terrible?...... did,, did you really try to kill me back then, too?...."

Kyn: souma: "I wasn't trying to kill you, Nanaki. just damage. hurt. scar. those sorts of things. even if the blade never touched you in the end, I suppose I managed to scar you in a worse way. as for why..." //goes quiet for a second// "it's all I know how to do."

Vincent: kazuaki; "huh.... that's actually... pretty sad... aren't uhm... your friends helping you?..... i mean haha... th-they do ... but i mean.... are they like that too?.... do you maye want to hang out with me and hitori then? he's very smart and nice! he'll forgive you! he knows a lot of things..... uh.... s-sorry I uhm..... anyway I forgive you........" //reaches out his Hand to shake souma's

Kyn: souma: //blinks in surprise// ",,,oh." //hesitates for a moment, hand half outstretched before accepting kazuaki's awkwardly, shaking it slowly as if unsure about what he's doing before letting go and staring at his own hand for a few moments// ",,,uh, what? Hitori? Uzune? N,, no, I doubt that he'd want me around. he told me as much. ,,,thank you for the offer, however. and thank you for accepting my apology. as for kawara and nishikikouji... no, they aren't much like myself. kawara probably has his own issues, but they aren't much like my own. nishikikouji is a very well-rounded individual. he's sorry too, by the way - he was very distressed afterward about almost hurting you - although I suppose you'd rather hear that from his own mouth."

Vincent: kazuaki; "hito! isa apologised to me!" 

hitori; "???? HE DID WHAT? you didn't accept it did you -" 

kazuaki; 

Hitori; 

kazuaki; "... i think we are friends now" 

hitori; "kazu, oh my god,,, i love you but this is too much even for you...."

Kyn: SOUMA WOULD AGGRESSIVELY TRY TO AVOID BOTH HITORI AND NAGEKI UNTIL THE END OF TIME TBH 

souma: //returns to the other two, expression confused// ",,,," 

tohri: "you're back!!" 

ryuuji: "how'd it go?? did he say you guys were good now??" 

souma: "I,,, believe that I have managed to,,, befriend nanaki, although I am unsure as to how I accomplished this." 

ryuuji: "ah!! we've been replaced, nishikikouji!" 

tohri: "oh well. didn't really see the appeal in isa souma's friendship, anyway." 

souma: "wh- hey!" 

tohri: "i'm kidding!!" 

souma: //grumbles// "i'd never,,, replace you both,,, you are my,,, most important people,,," 

ryuuji: "wow, that was mushy!! come here and let me hug you!" 

souma: "no- get off-!!" 

tohri: "too late!!" 

Vincent: GOOD 

Vincent: VERY N I CE 

Vincent: GET SANDWICHED SOUMA 

Kyn: souma loves his friends and his friends love him and each other 

Kyn: they're very gay tbh 

Kyn: people Suspect things but they're too afraid of incurring mischief wrath to say anything 

Kyn: they aren't dating tho

Kyn: yet, anyway

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THE government has new plans to consolidate the country’s existing marriage policy, which will legally recognise a variety of nuptials. It will also look at banning teenage marriages and introducing stricter rules for marrying foreigners. The Department of Home Affairs is consulting with different stakeholders before drafting what Minister Aaron Motsoaledi says should be an inclusive marriage regime based on equality, non-discrimination and dignity. Three different pieces of legislation govern legal unions in South Africa: the Marriage Act of 1961 for monogamous, opposite-sex marriages, the Customary Marriage Act of 1998 that recognises polygamy, as well as the Civil Union Act of 2006 for monogamous partnership for same-sex or opposite-sex couples. Muslim, Hindu and Jewish marriages are still not recognised under any of these laws. “The reason we want to change the current marriage policy is because it is wrong and it is not working for South Africans,” said Motsoaledi. “And none of the three recognise Muslim, Hindu or Jewish marriages or the marriages in traditional royal families. We can’t go on excluding so many people. Any citizen who takes us to court based on the mentioned gaps wins, so we were instructed by the courts to change the laws.” More in Home Being a side chick ruined my life – Muvhango Actress Liopelo Maphathe Speaks out Whistle-blower and Sindiso Magaqa's friend Thabiso Zulu ambushed and shot in assassination attempt UPDATE: Journalists shocked over Minister Mantashe's R70,000 bribe after sex with a slay queen Polokwane Boy (12) charged with murder after shooting dead his 3-year-old brother JUST IN – Former Isibaya Actor Andile Gumbi (Zweli) has died Motsoaledi was speaking at a consultative meeting with religious and traditional leaders in Cape Town this week concerning what a new marriage policy could mean for different sectors. – SundayTribune Follow Us on Twitter Latest Gossip News via Email Enter your email address to subscribe to our website and receive notifications of Latest Gossip News via email. 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So near, yet so far, Betty (69) and Anna (51) live only a few streets apart in Tsakane, east of Johannesburg, but they might as well be living in different worlds, making it very hard to see each other, despite the desire to do so. Both women are stuck in their homes, made immobile by the genetics that have made them captives in their own bodies. More in Home Polokwane Boy (12) charged with murder after shooting dead his 3-year-old brother UPDATE: Journalists shocked over Minister Mantashe's R70,000 bribe after sex with a slay queen Whistle-blower and Sindiso Magaqa's friend Thabiso Zulu ambushed and shot in assassination attempt Being a side chick ruined my life – Muvhango Actress Liopelo Maphathe Speaks out Government set to change SA Marriage Law – Marrying a Foreigner Is going to... “I really miss my baby girl. I only see pictures on the phone because I am stuck in this house,” Betty told DRUM. For nearly two decades, the gogo hasn’t been able to move around on her own. Her weight and leg injuries has rendered her bedridden, she can’t even leave her house. Of late, she doesn’t know how much she weighs but the last time she was weighed, “a few years ago”, she was “around the 400kg mark”, Betty told the magazine. The battle to shed weight has been a big part of both of their lives for many years. Betty has been following a low-carb eating programme since last October and, although she’s been unable to weigh herself, she believes it’s helping. “I’ve cut fat, carbs and starch. I eat only veggies, fruit and boiled meat,” she said. Across the road, Anna’s weight, compounded by the after-effects of surviving two car crashes, have trapped her in her bedroom too. She does not even know what she weighs either, her scale only carries the maximum load of 180kg, she looks bigger than her mom and, like Betty, she’s also desperate to get out of her house. “I’m trying everything, from injections to the banting diet, but the skin between my legs is hardening,” she said, with tears running down her face. One night in 2001, Betty heard a cracking noise when she stood up from her couch to go to bed, that was the day that changed her life up to now. “I was watching TV in the lounge and when I stood up to go to the bedroom, I heard the sound of something breaking. I fell back on the sofa. Suddenly I couldn’t move my legs,” she told the publication. Her late husband William who was also in the lounge with her, did not take her seriously at first, he thought she was just kidding but soon realised his wife really couldn’t stand up. The pain in her legs was “excruciating”, she recalled, and William took her to hospital, the beginning of many trips to the emergency room. In her first visit, the doctors failed to understand what had caused her to collapse, they simply prescribed painkillers and she was given a pair of crutches. After things worsened she went to a different hospital, where doctors were again unable to diagnose what was wrong. A gruelling six months later doctors at the Clinix Botshelong Empilweni Hospital in Vosloorus discovered Betty had broken both her legs. “When my left leg broke my entire weight was transferred to my right side causing my right leg to break as well,” Betty said. She was transferred to Life The Glynnwood hospital in Benoni for knee replacement surgery but after the operation she still couldn’t walk. “I went for physiotherapy but I quit because it wasn’t working. I was also scared my legs were going to break again,” Betty added. Her granddaughter, Thando (20), is now taking care of her gogo. She was six years old when she moved in with Betty and now she keeps the house clean and prepares meals every day. Thando finished school last year and hopes to study nursing. Betty said obesity runs in their family, her grandmother, Elizabeth Mabena, was housebound for 12 years before she died at age 103 in 1996. “Her heart was strong but her bones couldn’t carry her body,” Betty said. Meanwhile, Anna’s ordeal started a few months before her mom broke her legs, she survived a car crash on her way home from work with her husband, Mandla Tshabalala, who died in 2017 at age 55. “I was in pain for a long time but I didn’t know where I was injured,” she said. She said it took Pholosong Hospital in Tsakane seven years to give her a diagnosis, and she had hip replacement surgery on her left side in 2007. “I was not as flexible as I had been before but life was back to normal. I was able to walk and drive myself to work,” she told the magazine. Before long, she began having difficulties in walking again and doctors said her right hip needed to be replaced too. As if under a bad spell, 10 years later, she was involved in another accident, when an armoured truck crashed into her parked car at a shopping mall. “The vehicle knocked my car and dragged it with me inside.” “I went to Tambo Memorial Hospital. I had fractured my right hip, which caused the replacement to shift,” she said. The doctors couldn’t operate her because she was too heavy and needed to lose weight. “I cry every day looking at what my life has become. I have to sit like this every day staring at this mirror,” she said, pointing to the dressing table opposite her bed. “Through this mirror I see my life becoming useless every day. I want to get up and go but I can’t,” she said. Anna used to work at a laundromat in Boksburg as a tailor and should be eligible for compensation from the Road Accident Fund (RAF). When DRUM contacted the RAF to ask why she has not been able to get an RAF certificate, RAF acting chief marketing officer Adriaan Taljaard said the RAF had considered the fault element and is satisfied with that aspect of the claim but it is still in the process of considering its liability before dealing with the quantum of the claim (the total amount paid out by the RAF based on assessment of the claim). That’s less consolation for Anna. She believes her life, has become a curse – for her and for others. “I have to call my family to come lock me inside because I am scared. They come and open during the day. I feel like a prisoner in my own house,” she said. When DRUM visited Anna, her sister, Lydia Mahlangu (53) was there. “I come here to help her and my mother but I also have a house in Mpumalanga and I have to go back,” Lydia told the magazine. She added that the family had been looking for a helper but no one showed interest to work for free. When Anna needs to go to hospital, three ambulances and a fire truck have to come to her tiny house to help her. “I think the paramedics will soon refuse to come here because it’s a mission to even get the stretcher out. I feel like I am a burden to everyone,” said Anna. Anna is desperate to lose weight. Like her mom, she is following a low-carb diet and a dietician regularly administers apetite-suppressant injections. “I pay R800 a month for the injections. I had to change my diet to veggies and no starch. If I can get rid of this extra fat I think they’d be able to fix the hip replacement,” she explained. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she added: “I am always depressed. I’m too young to be living like this.” Follow Us on Twitter Latest Gossip News via Email Enter your email address to subscribe to our website and receive notifications of Latest Gossip News via email. 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The 37-year-old explained that the extramarital affair with a businessman, whose name is known to Sunday World, resulted in the door to a number of acting gigs being shut in her face. “This lady [the wife] would go around and block my career because I was having an affair with her husband. She would go to platforms where she has got relationships, either a producer or executive producer and she would tell them not to hire me. It happened in the beginning of our relationship and I told him what she is doing. He assured me that she did not have much power. Eventually, it worked out that way,” she said. In her head, he was William Shakespeare’s ultimate Romeo, and she Juliet. She also admits that the relationship went on for a couple of years prior to its abrupt end in 2013. Maphathe took responsibility for her actions and later confronted but also apologized to the businessman’s wife through a text in October last year. More in Home Government set to change SA Marriage Law – Marrying a Foreigner Is going to... Whistle-blower and Sindiso Magaqa's friend Thabiso Zulu ambushed and shot in assassination attempt UPDATE: Journalists shocked over Minister Mantashe's R70,000 bribe after sex with a slay queen Polokwane Boy (12) charged with murder after shooting dead his 3-year-old brother "We feel like a prisoners" – Joburg Mum and daughter stuck In their beds because of their weight “I had said to her I would like to apologize for what I did in the past and if I had contributed in any way towards making her unhappy. My intentions were very naive, as I was a child. “But if what I am coming across now, which is a blockage, is due to her suspecting that my child’s paternity is her husband’s, I am happy to sit [down] over coffee with her to discuss that, ” she said, adding the baby daddy is a businessman with Lesotho roots. According to the former Muvhango actress, the media mogul did not respond. “It made me feel relieved because now I am at peace. I’ve taken responsibility. But I was relieved and that I had taken my power back,” she said. She overcame depression, she notes, due to her family support. Explaining why she disappeared from the entertainment space, she said this was due to “making the wrong choices and having to live up to those choices”. Maphathe, who was born and raised in Lesotho, studied arts and drama at the University of the Free State and then moved to Johannesburg to pursue her acting career. She said although theatre is her first love, television took over. “Television came with a whole lot [of things]… living to make people happy, criticism and [more]. For me, it made me feel otherwise. I felt that there was too much fame [rather] than fortune and I felt like it was going to be difficult to sustain,” she said. She decided to take a step back from the industry when she had her daughter in 2009. “It made sense at that point in time because I wanted to see this through as a single parent.” The former Vatn Sit lead actress said it was a hard two years trying to make a comeback. “I think I am stronger now. I know what it is I want, what I stand for. I don’t have to suffer the pressures of trying to be something that I am not. I am in a happy place.” The media mogul and her husband did not respond to questions sent to them by Sunday World. Maphathe is in a supporting role on Generations: The Legacy and features in the Lebo Mathosa biopic on BET Africa. I think I am stronger now. I know what it is I want, what I stand for. -Sunday World Follow Us on Twitter Latest Gossip News via Email Enter your email address to subscribe to our website and receive notifications of Latest Gossip News via email. 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What’s the Worst That Could Happen? Chapter 7 - You Can’t Have a Naruto Without His Sasuke

Summary: The campaign trudges onward!

The election draws near and Naruto makes certain that people know they can't have Mr. President Naruto Uzumaki without Mr. First Gentleman Sasuke Uzumaki and why exactly he feels that way.

“If we end the campaign… that’ll be all of my worst fears realized. You understand that, right?”

“Of course, I do, Sasuke,” Naruto started, “but I’m worried about the toll this is taking on you.”

“It will be much better when we win.”

“If.”

“If? If? Are you not Naruto Uzumaki?”

“I am Naruto Uzumaki, concerned husband of an anxious mess that’s too willing to put his well-being on the line for me.”

“Michael Phelps.”

“Yeah, Michael Phelps is a bitch, isn’t he?”

“You’ve never met him before.”

“Yes, that is true, but we have felt him.” Naruto winked.

“That’s – that’s just disturbing.”

“If we’re continuing this campaign, you’re going to need to let me know.”

“I thought I did?”

“We need a battle plan. How much longer we got?”

Sasuke looked at his tablet.

“We’ve got… 3 months ‘til final election day,” Sasuke glared at Naruto, “and you almost threw it away because of a panic attack.”

“It was a pretty intense one, Sasuke. I was scared.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“I’m a Michael Phelps king and you know it.”

“Yeah, well, as your Usain Bolt king, I was slightly concerned.”

“…we’ve got a press conference in approximately 57 minutes.”

“That would’ve been nice to know approximately 63.02 minutes ago.”

“56 minutes.”

“Fuck off, Sas.”

“Your husband seems quite hostile.”

“Sasuke’s not hostile. Sure, he can glare a storm, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“He attacked that reporter.”

“That reporter cornered him – he was distressed.”

Sasuke fiddled with his suit buttons as he tried to tune out the questions. Naruto was asked to appear on a popular talk show. Sasuke had hoped that they wouldn’t pry into his prior actions, but of course they did. Michael Phelps just had to be right, didn’t he?

“His response was inappropriate.”

“In what way? He was provoked repeatedly despite numerous attempts to disengage.”

“What he said wasn’t okay.”

“But what he said is the truth,” Naruto continued, “which is what was asked of him. He doesn’t generally talk about it, so it takes a lot of pestering to get him to say anything. I’m not comfortable knowing that someone made him feel the need to share that information.”

Sasuke looked down at the floor in shame. Of course, he shouldn’t have actually recounted the events of his past, but he was so stressed out by the campaign that the reporter broke him down.

“Why are you with him, then, if he’s got such a distressing history making him prone to these kinds of outbursts?”

Sasuke’s eyes teared up. Naruto shouldn’t be with him, he knew that – he didn’t want it broadcasted everywhere, though.

“I’ve never met a person more amazing, outstanding, and astonishing as my spouse, my heart, my soul mate, Sasuke.”

Sasuke looked up.

“Let me tell you a bit about why Sasuke is simply amazing beyond words,” Naruto shifted in his chair to get comfortable, “we met online in some weird new chatroom. The chatroom randomly pairs you with someone. I, 012607, got paired with Sasuke, 012606.

“Sasuke spoke French. I did not. He did, however, know English, so communication was possible. I told Sasuke I’d teach myself French in a short amount of time, but I never did,” Naruto laughed softly at the memory, “so Sasuke took it upon himself to teach me, since I was very heavily disheartened by my failure.

“After three months of talking to this wonderful man, I decided to visit him in France… let’s just say my arrival did not go over well; it was a train wreck. Sasuke took one look at my pitiful face and decided he was hooked for life.

“When his brother died, Sasuke refused to speak for some time, like, 2 days I think, but he came back because I have this amazing ability of soothing away Sasuke’s worries. I asked him to leave France, where he had lived his whole life, and take a stupid chance and move with me here, in America, a country he had never previously been too.”

Tears stung the corners of Sasuke’s eyes.

“He trusted me enough to do that. Every single crazy idea I have ever come up with he just rolled with – he let me explore what I was temporarily interested in while keeping me out of the hospital. Sasuke gives me room to experiment but watches closely to keep me safe.

“Sasuke has proven time and time again that he can and will do anything for me. He’s willing to leave his mental well-being behind for this campaign, something that I wanted based on a dream I had. I told him this so early in the morning and he never questioned my sincerity and he put his all into it.

“Sasuke’s a very determined man. He’s a very get-it-done man. He’s so much bigger a person than I. Sure, if you take him out of context, it won’t look pretty, but this is true for many, many people, if not all.”

Sasuke watched his other half of his whole through his tear-filled eyes.

“I love Sasuke more than love itself, and you’ll never have a Naruto without his Sasuke.”

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