#but seriously. i hugged someone the other week and he was such a nice hugger like i felt Held for a moment and that made me emotional .

[justinefrischmanngf]

i don’t know how i’m ever going to have sex when even just hugging people is so significant to me……

[libra-kirishima]

Can u do nejire and her flower gf meeting her parents for the first time and she’s extremely nervous. Love ur work btw and stay safe x

I wasn't sure whose parents you were referring to, so I assumed it was Nejire's. I also included Mirio and Tamaki just because I felt like they deserved family hcs too. (They just don't have the flower quirk gf because in my heart she belongs to Nejire.)

I saw someone write headcanons that Tamaki lived with his grandparents and I loved them so much that I wrote something agreeing with that but now I can't find the original author. I'm going to keep searching but if you know them please tell me and I'll tag them.

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💙 𝙉𝙚𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙪 💙

Your fingers drummed on the steering wheel nervously. The radio in your car's volume was lowered completely to cool your nerves but the silence hardly made you feel better. Nejire noticed your eyes flicker to her when you thought she wasn't looking and immediately tore them away when she caught you staring.

"Okay, I'll bite." She giggled. "What's wrong?"

"What if they don't like me?" You answered sincerely.

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Well, for starters-"

"No, actually, don't answer that!" She interrupted you. "There will be no negative self talk coming from you today!" Her hand pulled one of yours off the gear shift to hold in her own. "They're gonna love you. You know how I know they're gonna love you?"

"How do you know they're gonna love me?" You rolled your eyes. Her free hand poked your cheek with her index finger, hoping to wipe the frown off your face.

"Because they already do!" She answered. You quirked an eyebrow at her statement. "They love you!" She restated. "They always ask about you, they were super excited to watch you in the sports festival even after I lost, they were constantly bugging me about when I was going to bring you home to meet them..."

"Since when?" You laughed. She seriously pondered your question, tapping her cheek with her index finger as she thought.

"Well they first asked if they could meet you that night that I came out as a lesbian to them." She recalled. "But I asked them to wait until you were comfortable to do that." You felt warmth rush to your cheeks as she explained further. You had gotten it a while back, but let her continue anyways just to hear her sweet voice. Before you knew it you were nearly to the driveway of her parents house. "-Oh and my sister said that she really wished she could be there but she couldn't find anyone to cover for her at the hospital so she wants to see if we can go to lunch with her some time next week- oh we're here!"

"We're here." You laughed anxiously. You step halfway up the path to the front door before you start to panic again. "Oh God, should I have brought flowers? I should have brought flowers! Nejire, stand in front of me."

"Okay, why? Oh-" You pulled her closer to you before opening your jacket slightly and pulling your shirt down. "I hate watching you do this." She sighed as she watched flowers blossom between your breasts for you to pluck.

"It's either my chest or my hair, and I spent way too long making my hair look nice to ruin it over some roses." You argued while you assembled a small bouquet. "You wouldn't have ribbon on you, would you baby?"

"Actually, I do!" She answered excitedly, pulling a spool from her jacket. The same kind she used to tie her hair in the ponytail she was wearing. You cut a strand of the ribbon to wrap around the stems. Before you could state that you were ready to go, she put her hand in front of your chest to stop you. "Wait!!!" She gasped excitedly. Before you asked what she was talking about, she took the last of her ribbon and went around to tie it in your own hair. "Now we match!" You smiled at her softly, overwhelmed with how much you loved her. Her smile was brighter than the sun, and you couldn't help but feel content with the idea of staying there forever. She waved a hand in front of your face. "Helloooo, Earth to (Y/N), come in (Y/N)." You were snapped out of your trance by the sound of her voice calling your name. "We can go in now."

"Right! Sorry." You shook your head, bringing your attention back to meeting her parents. "Right yeah parents! Let's go!" You felt her gently elbow your side.

"Stop getting nervous!" She scolded.

"Thanks, I'm cured."

"Here, hold my hand." You slipped your fingers into yours without hesitation.

Almost as quickly as Nejire knocked on the door, her mother opened the door and engulfed both of you in a hug. "Mom, this is (Y/N). My girlfriend!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I got a bit excited there." Her mother giggled. Getting a closer look at her features, she looked like a clone of Nejire. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." You answered. "Oh! These are for you." Her mother's heart melted at that gesture and she engulfed you into another tight hug before taking them back to the kitchen. Nejire urges you to follow her in, walking to the kitchen of her childhood home with your hand still in hers. Her father greets you with the same excitement that her mother did, engulfing you in a warm hug to rival her mothers.

"See, it's not just me, we're a family of huggers." Nejire insisted as you sat down to eat dinner with her family.

You had a feeling the rest of the night was going to go well.

💛 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙖 💛

Meeting Mirio's dad was a complete accident.

Mirio expected his dad to be working late that night, so he planned a movie night for his friends. When Tamaki and Nejire pulled out at the last minute, Mirio shrugged and joked about this being planned and it being just the two of you that night. You were still watching movies but neither of you were seeing a thing.

Mirio's lips attached themselves to your neck with a frenzy while his hands slipped under your shirt to hold your waist tightly in his hands. You could feel his warm hands sliding up higher and higher, lifting your shirt with them. Just as he unhooked your bra and slid the straps off of you, you both heard the sound of the front door opening and closing.

"Mirio, I'm home." His dad called from the living room. Meanwhile, upstairs the two of you were scrambling to put your clothes back on before any suspicion arose.

"Where did you throw my shirt?" You whispered.

"I don't know just wear one of mine."

"Nothing says two friends innocently watching movies together like seeing me wear one of your son's shirts." You argued.

"No time for that, just put a shirt on!" He whispered back.

"Mirio?" His dad called.

"Be right there, dad!" He yelled back, shooting you a pointed glare to put on one of his shirts. You huffed in frustration and dug through his drawers for a shirt you haven't seen him wear before.

"I'm gonna go ahead of you, tell him you're here, but try to make it quick, okayyyyy-" His heart stopped at the sight of you in his clothes, tying a knot in the front of his shirt to make it look more like your own.

"No need, I'm ready, I can come with you."

Suddenly he was the nervous one. He sweat bullets the entire walk down the stairs and into his living room, nervously stealing glances at you when you weren't looking.

"Hey, dad. This is (Y/N)," He rubbed the back of his neck as the two of you became acquainted. "I invited her over to hang out! Sorry I didn't get the chance to tell you, I thought you were still working. Aha..."

"Hi! It's so nice to meet you." You added. Mirio's dad greets you warmly. Quickly the two of you fall into comfortable conversation about U.A. and work and your friendship with his son. "-and so instead of doing a work study in the traditional sense, I'm working with Present Mic as a T.A. during the days and we patrol together at night. You know, mostly sidekick work. I'm excited to start!"

"That's great!" His dad said. "Would you want to stay for dinner, (Y/N)?"

"That would be lovely, thank you." You answered with a wide grin. You excused yourself to use the restroom, and as soon as you were out of the room, Mirio's dad turns to his son.

"Is that the girl?" He whispered. Mirio shot his dad a confused look. "The girl that Amajiki said you were in l-" He cut his dad off before he could say anything further.

"Yes! Yep. That's her!" He laughed nervously, pink flush overtaking his cheeks.

"So tell her."

💜 𝙏𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙞𝙠𝙞 💜

You thought you were supposed to be the one nervous to meet his grandparents, not the other way around. You joke as much to Tamaki after you're seated on the train together.

"Ah- no- I'm sorry, I'm just- no, I-" he stuttered, wringing his hands together in his lap. You slide one of your hands between his to lace your fingers together.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, honey. I was just joking, I'm sorry." You heard him sigh in relief upon feeling your touch. "What are you so nervous about?"

"I don't know." He admitted. "What if you don't like them?"

"Why wouldn't I like them?" Your thumb began to soothingly rub the mound of his thumb. "I was worried that they wouldn't like me." You admitted.

"They do like you. You've met them before."

"I know but never as your girlfriend."

"Then that should mean that they'll like you more." He answered honestly, moving to rest his head on your shoulder. You instinctively rested your own head atop his.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so nervous."

"It's nice to not be the only one this time." He admitted before changing the subject, hoping to calm both his nerves and yours. Sooner than you had thought, your conversation about Fatgum taking in Kirishima died as the shadow of his grandparents' townhouse loomed above you. A woman who could only be Tamaki's grandmother caught your eye from her spot on the small front porch and waved. You beamed back at her, waving as well.

"Maybe we were both nervous for no reason." You told your boyfriend softly before following him inside. She quickly invited you to join her for a cup of tea in her small garden, and you happily followed.

"Thank you for coming over, (Y/N)." Tamaki's grandmother said as she poured you a cup of tea. You almost didn't process the question at first, overwhelmed by the beautiful sights and sounds of the Amajikis garden. As your eyes tracked a butterfly fluttering from flower to flower, you silently wondered if this was where your boyfriend's interest in butterflies came from.

"Thank you for having me." You answered with a small smile. "Your garden is absolutely beautiful."

Tamaki's grandmother pulled him aside to whisper in his ear.

"Keep her."

[koreanmadeingreece]

Why, why, why (7,8)

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you.

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). ALSO I’M AN IDIOT AND I DIDN’T POST AGAIN SOOOO HERE ARE TWO CHAPTERS AHAHAHH HELP.

Warnings: n/a (just a liiiittle bit of making out but seriously nothing, also several fu and shi words hahah)

Word count: 2.6K

Parts 7 and 8/11 (I think) First / Previous / Next

Taglist: @melitadala @chxotickpoptrash @aiforyuu @fineapplehoe (let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)

You had classes, and you also had work to do. You had to spend the next week or two studying for a bit, sometimes stealing some time to see Jonghyun, but other than that, you had developed the habit of going to your local coffee shop with Chan, BamBam, and Yugyeom to study. You spent most of your afternoons like that, as the professors had already started giving you more homework than you could handle. Sometimes you’d stop by Jonghyun’s work and he’d give you your favorite coffee, which you gladly accepted.

You still hadn’t seen Yuta after that night. Maybe you’d run across him at uni or you’d see him leaving your house at night when you came back, but nothing solid. Every time you’d see him, he’d wave at you, which was still progress, but you had to see him. You wanted to talk to him, and you had to make it happen. So, one day, you met him at the entrance of your apartment building.

“Oh, hey, you were with Taeyong?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to help him with some choreos he had to practice.” He answered.

“Oh god, poor neighbors!” you said with a dramatic voice and he laughed. “Good, you’re warming up to me!” you couldn’t help but say.

“Yeah, you can say that.” He said, but you could see he still felt kind of awkward.

“So, do you want to go out with me tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah, what time do you get off class?”

“Uh, around 6. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, maybe I can come pick you up?” he asked. During the entire conversation, you couldn’t help but think how awkward he seemed. He wasn’t stiff or moody like when you’d first met him. He had warmed up to you, and you were happy to enjoy the progress you’d made. You couldn’t wait to tell Taeyong all about this.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you said, and went for a bold move. Yes, you usually were a hugger, but with this one you could never know. So, you just went for it. He didn’t see it coming of course, and his entire body stiffened for a few seconds, until he finally let loose and hugged you back. It was only for a moment, but you felt close to him in a way. “Goodnight, Yuta.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

~ ☼ ~

As you went inside your apartment, you immediately started yelling to Taeyong. “Hey, you’re not going to believe what just happened. Where are you, I need to tell you what Yuta and I just said,” you shouted, when you saw the balcony door open, and someone enter. You saw Taeyong, but also that he wasn’t alone. He clearly gave you the shut-up look, which you didn’t understand at first, but soon realized it was necessary, as a second figure entered the apartment.

“Jonghyun, hi!” fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. “When did you get here?”

“Hi, Y/N. I got here a few minutes ago. You usually come back around this hour, so I thought I’d surprise you. If you’re too tired, I can always leave, but I knew you had a lot of work to do these days and I just wanted to cheer you up,” he said.

You paused, not knowing what to do. Had he seen everything that just went down between Yuta and you? “Oh my god, you’re so sweet! Yes, I’d love it if you stayed, if Taeyong doesn’t mind of course.”

“Don’t mind me, I was just going to stay and dance for a while anyway,” Taeyong reassured you, still giving you that intense look.

“Then, that’s great! Oh, and I saw Yuta too. He was here a few minutes ago. You barely missed him.”

“Oh, well, it’s alright. He’s usually with Taeyong so I can greet him another day,” you replied. “Why don’t you go to my room for a second and I’ll be right there.” He nodded and left the living room.

“Ok, what’s going on?” Taeyong asked you.

“That’s what I was coming to tell you!” you whispered. “I’ll go out with Yuta tomorrow to reconcile and I really don’t know how you guys didn’t see everything from the balcony. I lost my shit when I saw you there!”

“That’s why I’ve been looking at you like that! I saw everything! But he didn’t. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table, don’t worry. I kept talking to him so that he couldn’t hear anything either, but that means I had no clue what you said. I just saw him like that and then you hugged him and what in the absolute fuck is going on, Y/N?” you knew Taeyong was infuriated but also extremely confused, but you didn’t know what to tell him either.

“I don’t know, he was just so nice and accepting today. He even offered to pick me up tomorrow from uni! So, I just…hugged him? Does that make any sense?” you wondered.

“No, but we won’t talk about this right now. You have a man inside your room!”

Fuck. He was right. You left your stuff in the living room and went inside, only to find Jonghyun looking through stuff on your desk.

“I promise I wasn’t snooping,” he laughed.

“I know. There’s nothing to find anyway, really. I mean, besides some embarrassing photos of school parties I guess.” You joked around, not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

“Well, you’ll show me those one day.” He smirked. “Should we put some music on?”

“Yeah, feel free to put whatever you want.” He took out his phone and found a chill playlist. “You like Dean, I see.”

“You know him? Ah, none of my friends listen to him.” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, he’s one of my favorite singers.” You smiled. You couldn’t help but think how good he looked, awkwardly looking at the stuff in your room. This was your space, and he was fully aware of it. Sometimes you admired how much of a gentleman he was, but that night, you had to blow off some steam. Especially with the way he was dressed that night, you couldn’t resist. He was wearing a grey shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, and tight black pants. This classic but stunning look drove you crazy, and your desire to kiss him grew stronger. In the end, you approached him, pressing your lips against his, driving him closer to the bed.

“Agressive, aren’t we today?” he broke the kiss only for a second, then dove right back.

“Only for the right reasons,” you said, and gently pushed him onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, kissing him all over his neck. You didn’t know what had gotten into you that night, but he was more than eager to follow. He gently slided his hands below the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your hands, revealing your bra. You knew where this was going, and with your emotional state at that moment you had no clue if it was the best time for it. You pushed away those thoughts and started unbuttoning his shirt, then took off his t-shirt as well, leaving him shirtless in your room. The sight of him was angelic, the way his body was pressed so close to you was euphoric, yet all you could think about was the demon inside your head – Yuta.  

You mentally slapped yourself and brought your mind back to the moment you were currently living, which was a shirtless Jonghyun right underneath you.

“Wait, Y/N, as much as I love seeing you shirtless, we have to stop,” he said. “We’ve known each other for a few weeks, and also, Taeyong is in the next room!” he laughed.

“You’re right,” you chuckled. You didn’t know if you wanted to ignore his comment and continue what you were doing or take this as an excuse to not do anything that night. You were confused as hell. You laid down next to him and wrapped your hand around his stomach, taking the time to relax and cuddle for a while until he had to go. He had class the next day, and so did you.

Well, for you it was more than just class. You had to mentally prepare yourself to spend the afternoon with Yuta.

When Jonghyun left, you were one hundred percent ready to text everything to Chan. You immediately took your phone and sat on the couch. It was already past 10:30, and Taeyong was feeling a bit tired, so he headed to bed.

You: HELP. I’m going out with Yuta tomorrow. Also I found Jonghyun here when I came back and right after I hugged Yuta at the entrance. He didn’t see it bc he was with Taeyong but after that we made out and all I could think about is tomorrow.

Chan: Wait.

Chan: Hold on.

Chan: I’ll just ignore the very sweet fact that Jonghyun came to surprise you and focus on the fact that you were making out with him and thinking about Yuta.

Chan: Y/N, what the fuck.

You: I have no clue.

You: I don’t know what’s going on. I think that in my effort to reconcile with him things got a bit…messy? Idk. Now I’m more interested in being in good terms with him rather than my own boyfriend? That doesn’t even make any sense.

Chan: You do realize this is seriously messed up, right?

You: Yeah, I mean

You: Wait, doorbell

Chan: Wait

Chan: No

Chan: Y/N you’d better come straight back and fill me in!

You looked through the peephole and saw Yuta again. What was he doing there that late? You opened the door and saw the flustered look on his face when he saw it was you.

“Hi. What’s going on?”

“Uh, I forgot my charger and I don’t have a second one and I’d be without a phone if I didn’t come get it. Sorry about that.”

“Oh, come in. Where did you leave it? I hope it’s not in Taeyong’s room because he’s already asleep,” you joked.

“No, it’s right here on the coffee table. Thanks.” He grabbed it and turned around to leave, but you had a different idea in mind. Not even knowing what had gotten into you, you immediately stopped him.

“Hey, um, if you don’t have an early class tomorrow morning, you can stay for a while. Taeyong’s asleep but we can hang out if you’re up for it,” you suggested.

Shocked at your suggestion, Yuta stood close to the door for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. “Are you sure?”

“I mean, I don’t have an early class tomorrow and I can’t sleep yet anyway. Only if you’re ok with it of course.” You were calmer than ever. You knew this could end up being very wrong, with either one of you getting brutally stabbed after a huge fight, but you were willing to take the risk. “But we should go outside if we don’t want to wake Taeyong up.”

“Sure.”

You grabbed your phone and sent Chan a quick text.

You: Yuta’s here. We’re going to hang out. Crap. I’ll tell you later.

Chan: Wtf Y/N come back

Chan: No don’t leave me like this!

Chan: Fuck I need the details and you’re giving them to me tomorrow in class

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You followed him outside and sat next to him, facing the road. You had to admit that Taeyong had found you a house with a great balcony view. You grabbed your jacket and brought him one of Taeyong’s, as it was late, and it had started getting cold.

“Thanks,” he said and put it on. It fit surprisingly well with his other clothes, a black tank top and grey sweatpants. He seemed oddly attractive even in this simple clothing that he probably didn’t even realize anyone would see when he left his house to come back to yours.

“It looks good on you. You should steal it from Taeyong. He’ll probably let you have it anyway.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, the man’s ready to do whatever you say. He really loves you, you know.” You reassured him.

“No, do you think I’m attractive?” he asked, and you honestly didn’t know what to say. He was attractive as hell, but it wasn’t really the best way to phrase it.

“Yeah, I do.” You paused and saw a smirk form on his lips, even though he tried to hide it. You liked the feeling of making him smile, so you decided to keep it up. “I think I’d have hit on you if we hadn’t been fighting when we first met.” It was kind of a bold move, and you knew it. But there wasn’t anything stopping you, since he knew you had a boyfriend, and you had already told him that you found him attractive.

“Wait, really?” He turned to you wide-eyed.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“And you’re saying this so casually?”  

“I guess so. I’m usually not that bold, but you were the one who asked.” You paused. “I could lie to you next time, maybe tell you that you’re barely noticeable. And you know it’s not true.”

“Well, if you put it that way,” he chuckled.

“And the jacket definitely helps. You should steal it. You put up with Taeyong’s craziness, so you deserve it.”

“That’s true. You can’t believe how nuts he was the first two years. Now he has more homework and more difficult practice sessions, so it’s not like he has the energy to be like he was when he first got here. Sometimes I thought he’d explode,” he said.

“I know exactly what you mean. You should’ve seen him in his last year of high school. He was barely manageable. His mom was going crazy, and my mom practically put everything away when he stayed over.”

“It sounds like you had a lot of fun though.”

“Yeah, those were quite memorable times. We were both very young though.” You smiled, as you had gotten nostalgic after bringing back all those memories.

“You’re still young. It’s your first year of uni, Y/N.” He laughed.

“True, but you’re only two years older than me. You’re not that much older.”

He was about to second guess you and get all defensive towards you, but at the last minute he just agreed. “You’re right.”

At about that point, both of you had stopped staring at the road and had started looking at each other. The conversation had dragged you both into a light-headed state that you couldn’t exactly describe, but it was a pleasant feeling that you didn’t want to let go.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard him say the words that would change everything. “Everyone deserves to be young and foolish every once in a while.”

With those words, you started leaning closer and closer to each other, unable to pull away. Your lips were merely a few centimeters apart from each other when the balcony door opened.

“What are you guys doing up so late?” Taeyong was barely awake, wrapped up in a blanket, but he was staring at you.

“Oh hi, Taeyong, I thought you had gone to bed!” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, I just wanted some water. I’ll go right back to sleep. You should sleep too, guys. It’s almost 12,” he said, and went right back in. You realized he hadn’t seen or heard whatever was going on between Yuta and you, which was definitely a relief, but now you had to face Yuta.

“Uh, he’s right. I have to go.” He immediately got up and grabbed his stuff, leaving you speechless on the balcony. After staying like that for a few minutes, you realized he had forgotten his charger again, and this time he was definitely not coming back to get it.

[writing-and-bad-decisions]

Touch Starved

A Haikyuu Fanfiction

Words: 1210

Summary:

Lev has always been a hugger, much to Yaku’s dismay. He loves to hug people for any and every reason. Hello-hugs, goodbye-hugs, we-just-won-a-match-hugs, that-was-a-really-good-spike-hugs. Hugs hugs hugs, and Yaku hates it. Out of all of Lev’s qualities, this was by far the most annoying.

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Yaku hates being hugged, but does he?

Note:

Ayy what's up.

I've had this short story floating around my drive for about a week, and I wasn't really sure whether I wanted to post it. I really liked the concept, but it just felt too short, and I couldn't think of any satisfying ways to extend it at all. Eventually I decided that I might as well share it. I don't think it turned out badly, but it's definitely not my best fic so far.

As always, any comments/criticism/advice is always appreciated, I hope you have a nice day.

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Lev has always been a hugger, much to Yaku’s dismay. He loves to hug people for any and every reason. Hello-hugs, goodbye-hugs, we-just-won-a-match-hugs, that-was-a-really-good-spike-hugs. Hugs hugs hugs, and Yaku hates it. Out of all of Lev’s qualities, this was by far the most annoying.

Though, frustratingly, the rest of the team doesn’t seem to share his sentiment. The first years are accustomed to it, accepting his affection enthusiastically. The second years, for the most part, aren’t that bothered by it. Even Kenma tolerates it, though with his usual apathy. Kai and Kuroo, the traitorous bastards, find it incredibly endearing, and only encourage it further.

“It’s good sportsmanship.” Kai had said when Yaku voiced his grievances.

“And it helps the team bond.” Kuroo had added. Team bonding his ass.

At this point in time, Yaku is the only member of the Nekoma Volleyball team who Lev hasn’t hugged, and he’s determined to keep it that way, no matter how hard Lev tries to change that fact.

There had been several occasions where Lev had attempted to hug him, and Yaku had ducked or swerved to avoid his arms. Multiple occasions at the end of a match where Lev had run up to him, only for Yaku to stick his foot out and trip him, sending Lev comically to the floor.

That only seemed to make Lev more determined though. He started sneaking up behind Yaku and attempting to hug him from behind, and when that failed, he tried a sneakier approach, hugging someone else and then reaching his arm out to draw Yaku in as well, only to get his hand slapped away.

It’s during one of their training camps when Lev snaps.

They’re in the middle of a break when Lev turns to him and asks, “If we win the next match, can I hug you?” Yaku pauses, drink-bottle half-raised to his lips.

“No, Lev.”

“Please!” He whines, slouching his upper body expressively.

“No.”

“Just one hug.” His loud pleading attracts the attention of the rest of the team, who apparently hate Yaku and jumped in to defend Lev.

“Come on Yaku, just give the kid a hug.” Kuroo says, to which he glares in response.

“Do it! Do it!” Inuoka starts chanting. Yaku turns to Kenma, hoping to have at least him at his aid. Kenma simply shrugs.

“If I have to suffer through it, so do you.” Yaku scoffs, taking a long, exasperated sip from his bottle. Lousy, annoying, good-for-nothing team!

“Fine.” He says. “Just one. But only if we win.” Lev pumps his fist in victory and the rest of the team smiles, looking satisfied with themselves that they’ve convinced him. Yaku just rolls his eyes and walks away.

They’re up against Fukurodani next, which is always an unpredictable matchup. With Fukurodani’s extreme attack power and Nekoma’s fine-tuned defensive abilities, it’s really anyone’s game. Unfortunately, luck is not on Yaku’s side today. Maybe it’s his imagination, or a crazy coincidence, or his suffering is an excellent motivator for the team, but his team seemed to be playing even more seriously than usual.

Lev especially is much quieter than usual, holding an abnormally intense focus. The whole Nekoma Volleyball team seems to want this win, and Yaku wants to shoot himself in the foot.

They win the first set 25 - 23, but they only gain momentum in the second. Before he knows it, they’re on set point, with Fukurodani behind on 21 points. Shit, they actually have a good chance to win.

No, Yaku tells himself, the victors haven’t been decided yet. Fukurodani are strong and unpredictable, there was still a chance they could catch up and take the set, and then who knows who would win the third. It’s not like Yaku wants to lose, but…

It’s Bokuto’s serve, and he sends the ball over fiercely. Yaku drops to his knees and receives it cleanly, his forearms stinging with the impact, and sends it over to Kenma, who sets it to Yamamoto. Yamamoto evades the blockers, but the spike is picked up by Komi, the other libero, and the ball sails down neatly over Akaashi’s head.

“Bokuto-san!” he calls, and Bokuto starts his approach, leaping and swinging his arm down powerfully at the ball. It bounces off the top of the blockers hands and flies across the court, heading out of bounds.

Yaku chases after it, dives, and barely manages to send it up before landing on his hands and sliding.

“Lev! Direct!” He shouts. Lev runs, long arms swinging as he propels himself into the air and smacks the ball. Yaku watches, entranced as it flies over the net, narrowly missing the block, and lands in the other court.

There’s a moment of silence, before the team erupts into cheers. Lev turns to him, green eyes sparkling and grinning widely. Yaku returns the smile, about to congratulate him on his spike when Lev opens his arms.

Right. The bet.

Suddenly, the whole team has their eyes on them, and a quick glance to the other side of the net shows Fukurodani watching curiously as well. Kuroo must have blabbed to Bokuto then.

Idiot.

Yaku sighs deeply, promising himself that it would be over quickly, and enthusiastically holds his arms out. Seeing his cooperation, Lev eagerly approaches, bends down (Yaku is definitely going to kick his ass for that afterwards) and wraps his arms around him.

The hug isn’t… awful, surprisingly. They’re both sweaty, and hot, and still catching their breath after the match, but it was kind of… comforting. Almost as if they were sharing the exhilaration of the match. The aching muscles, sweat and adrenaline, holding onto each other and this moment in time, basking in it.

The way Lev had leaned down meant that Yaku’s face is resting against his shoulder, and Lev’s arms are wrapped around him firmly, but soft enough that he’s able to pull away easily if he wants to. He’s surprised by his consideration. Slowly, Yaku’s body untenses, and he relaxes into Lev’s shoulder, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around his waist.

A strange peace washes over him. This is… actually quite nice. Yaku rests his face in the crook of Lev’s neck and exhales contently. Lev’s shirt is damp from sweat, but he doesn’t smell bad. Quite the opposite actually.

Lev smells fresh, like lime shampoo and laundry detergent, with a hint of cologne. He has a nice scent, the kind that’s unnoticeable unless you’re in very close proximity. Maybe that’s why everyone likes hugging him so much, Yaku wonders, but then his thoughts back-pedal and he doubts that anyone else would want to hug Lev purely on the way he smells. He feels a little dumb for even considering it.

Lev pulls away, startling Yaku, and a very traitorous part of him is disappointed by the loss of contact. Lev straightens up and gives him a small smile which makes his stomach do a flip. Yaku is feeling jittery, he notices, and a little light headed.

“See Yaku, that wasn’t that bad, now was it?” Kuroo grins at him mischievously, and Yaku snaps out of his trance.

“Whatever.” he says, and turns away, hoping that the team mistakes the redness of his face as exertion, and nothing more.

[demonicintegrity]

Make them swoon! Timbercats edition! aka the most valid mute gang we’ve met. 10/10 best cats, can do no wrong, I love them with all my life. I’d die for any of them in a heartbeat. they deserve all the l o v e

First up is Yumyan Hammerpaw! The legendary big softie himself.

I cannot stress enough how literally anything can be used to swoon and fluster him.

Don’t me wrong, he’s tough and all, he is the legend himself, but he’s also a big ol softie. There’s a reason he got so attached to Kipo and her friends so quickly.

The Timbercats as a whole are quite affectionate with each other, since they are the most familial bound of all the mute gangs. So getting close to him means hugs is a must.

They’re aware most other mutes/humans won’t do much more than that though. So to fluster him you’ll have to go above and beyond in some ways.

That being said, plz give him scratches and pets. It’s the one thing cats dont normally do for each other. His fav spot is behind the ears. Yes he will purr for you and yes this will make him curl up in your lap no matter how small you are. He loves scratches.

Anyone loves having another spend time with them, he’s no different. If he can find someone to chill with while he plays his axe guitar, he’ll be happy.

He’s got a soft spot for song writing, so if anyone writes him a song, he will cry and he will not be sorry about it. You will hear his love for the song for weeks on end and no, nothing will stop it.

I’m dead serious, he will not shut up about it and he will find a to bring it up two months later just to gush about it again.

Same sentiment goes for gifts. Give him something and his lip will quiver as he brings you in for the biggest bear cat-hug he can offer. He will be touched and he will voice it.

Yumyan single-handedly destroys toxic masculinity 2k20

He has his own tree house and yes he will keep each and every thing gifted to him no matter the reason. His house is full of gifts and little knick-knacks he’s found/made. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

The way to this cat’s heart is through the soul. Whether it be songs, gifts, kind actions, or just simply telling him you care about him, he’ll fall for it.

I wasn’t kidding when I said he’s a real softie. He values hardwork, his fellow cats, and companionship. So if someone cares about the other cats, he cares about them, no questions asked.

Next is Molly Yarnchopper! The functional braincell of the group and farm lesbian representation.

The thing about caring about other cats with Yumyan goes here as well. Care about the cares and she’ll care about you.

She’s not as much of a hugger as the other two, but she’ll still hug. Tho she appreciates receiving hugs more than she does giving them.

While she’s sitting off on her own, just hug her. Hold her long enough and she might just finally let all the tension in her body melt away.

Hug the cat woman already. she deserves it damnnit

She’s also a work-first kind of gal, so it’s a little hard to get her to slow down and appreciate the moment/whats happening around her.

That being said, anyone who’s able to slow her down and get her to take a break is special in her eyes. It’s not just anyone that can do that with her yknow?

That means she’s a bit stubborn. She doesn’t easily stop her current task so if someone is willing to be stubborn with her she’s all ears. Seriously, put your foot down and insist she take a break. She’ll listen to you but probably not stop. Physically grab her hand and pull her away to force her to take a break, and she’ll pay attention.

She’s a strong independent cat, so she definitely admires those qualities in others. Anyone who can take charge and handle the heat earns her respect and admiration.

She’ll say she doesn’t care for scratches but she does. Her fav spot is under the chin. Yes, she will purr and yes that will embarrass her and cause her to blush but stopping will only cause her to subtly pout because scratches are reeeaaaallllyyy nice.

Tbh it probably wouldn’t take much pda to get her flustered, even purely platonically. She’s just not that super affectionate of a gal in public because she’s used to the working most of the time.

That being said, she is more open to be affectionate and soft in private. Softly singing and reading a book with someone is the perfect evening she could ever hope for.

Plz hug her

The way to this cat’s heart is through her mind. Be rational, be someone she can count on, and be someone ready to take on a challenge and she’ll adore you.

Last but not least is our fav cinnamon roll, Shoelace McCutty! They’re nonbinary and use she/they pronouns and no you cannot change my mind on that.

No thoughts, head empty, but that does not stop them from being an absolute sweetheart and caring for everyone around them. They will dive headfirst into danger if it meant helping someone they love and god help you if you get in-between them and someone she’s trying to help.

Like Yumyan, she can be easily swooned.

Care for cats and she’ll care for you applies here too. If she catches you comforting a sad cat or helping them in their time of need she instantly promotes you to the “Precious person, must protect” list.

The way to this cat’s heart is through the stomach. Make them a plate of something yummy and they’ll be your new best friends. 

Pancakes.

The only thing they love more than food being made for them is food being made with them. I’m serious, this cat is always in the kitchen trying to make some delicious. It’s not always successful but its the process they savor most. Cook with them, make crappy food puns, and put batter on their nose and it’ll be the best day ever for them.

Jokes in general are fun for her. Make her laugh and she’s yours.

Pun wars pun wars pun wars pun wars pun wars.

If your puns aren’t going to make nearby cats groan in pain youre not on their level. Git gud.

She’s very playful. Hang out with her with the intent to play and have fun and you’ll both have a blast.

Pancakes.

Play catch, play fight, tickle fight, board games, you name it, they’ll play it. Play with this cat, they just want friendship and fun in their life.

Be careful though, once it turns competitive there is no turning back. This cat does not play to loose my dude, you better have the energy to keep up.

That being said, if they do lose they’ll pout and demand a rematch. I told you there was no turning back.

Give them pets and scratches and they’ll purr like crazy. Seriously, she’s the cat to twist around and lay on her belly and be super happy to get the affection. Her fav spot is behind the neck and giving her scratches and pets will turn her day around if she was feeling sad.

Cuddle them and they’ll be the best pillow you’ll ever have.

Once you befriend them they will be 100% affectionate with you in public so if you’re not prepared, be prepared.

Giving this cat a gift or a kiss on the cheek will break them and no you will not be able to snap them out of their trance.

Give them a meaningful gift and they’ll swear you’ll never go hungry again. They also keep and display all gifts like Yumyan.

p a n - m a d e c a k e s.

[paperficwriter]

Garou x Reader: Nobody is Good At This

A continuation of the series, picking up where the last fic left off. You can also read the whole series on AO3!

Cut is for length, not for content.

His name is Tenchi, he’s very nice, and he’s the thirteenth date you’ve been on in three months since Garou left your apartment.

Your therapist has been cheering you on all the way. “You deserve to be happy,” she says. “You don’t need to center yourself around someone who treats you like a rotating door.”

You’ve wanted to tell her that it’s not like that. That it’s not like Garou has used you. In fact, that’s never been the case. You’ve just stumbled into each other’s lives a few times, you caught feelings, and...and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since. Which you know isn’t healthy or good, and you know that if he thought of you as much as you thought of him he might at least try to come by or something, but…

You also can’t exactly tell her that he’s probably involved in less-than-savory activities, since you’ve run into him twice in states of, uh, disrepair.

Where is he now? Is he okay? Whole? That eye had looked so bad...and he seems terrible at taking care of himself...and--

“So...what do you say?”

Holy shit, how long has Tenchi been talking? Fuck!

You force out a laugh. “Oh my god, would you believe I was a thousand miles away? About what? Sorry. I’m so sorry. One more time, please.”

“I said, um…” Wow, he looks like he really doesn’t want to repeat this. You are a colossal asshole. “How about I walk you up to your apartment, and we can hang out some more? Maybe have a beer?”

Not this again. How many other dates have moved into this terrible dialogue? Seven? “I don’t really do late-night drinking.”

“What about tea?”

You squeeze your eyes closed. He’s going to think you’re crazy. Don’t say it. Just say ‘no.’ You can do that. “I don’t do tea.” And there it is.

Now it’s his turn to laugh in a way that sounds super awkward and fake. “You don’t do tea? Who doesn’t do tea?”

You’re more than aware that he doesn’t mean anything by it, but a white hot little lightning bolt of anger hits your spine. “I mean it, okay. I just don’t. Daytime, nighttime, anytime.”

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry, I just…” He scratches at the back of his neck. Somehow you’ve made it back to the stoop of your building, and you’re literally a foot and a half from freedom. “I thought we were having a good time.”

“We were! We are!” Asshole, asshole, asshole. “In fact, we’ve had such a good time that I kind of want to save some of the good for the next time and let it die at a high point, you know?” 

“Really?” His eyes brighten. Yup. You are not just an asshole but also the shittiest asshole. 

The end-of-the-night ritual commences, and you let it. He’s moving in for the kiss, and you turn your head as gracefully as you can. He pecks your cheek, and he seems satisfied, and you smile, and he says he’ll text soon, and you say awesome, and you both say goodnight. He says it twice, in that stuttery, over-the-shoulder way. 

You’re finally inside, and you breathe a huge sigh of relief. Finally, it’s all over. Naturally, by the time you get to the second floor, he’s texted you, and you ignore it. What you can’t ignore is a squatting creature just above the landing on the next set of stairs, holding the bars and peering at you.

“Who the fuck was that dickhead?”

You scream so loudly that it echoes through the whole building. In fact, you nearly crumble on the stairs, you’re so startled, fairly certain that your heart is about to burst out of your chest. In the two seconds it takes to resolve your breathing, you realize it’s not a demon or a goblin but… “Garou! Oh my god, where have you been?”

Using his pinky, he picks at his ear. His eye is back to normal, and his hair is that silverish white, like it was before. Maybe a little shorter. “I certainly haven’t been on any dates.”

Your shoulders slack, and you stare at him. The smile that had been spreading on your face dies a sudden death. Seriously? After how much you’ve thought about him and worried about him, this is what your first interaction is like? “Dude. Are you jealous? What are you, fifteen?”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck yourself!” A breath shoots out your nose as you shove your hands in your pockets. He stands up as you get to the stairs after circling the landing and shoulder by him. Or rather, you hit the middle of his arm with your shoulder because he’s still stupid tall. “And he’s nice, okay? It was fun, and normal, and he didn’t give me a nosebleed by slamming into me full force on the sidewalk, and I didn’t find him beat up to hell, so. There’s that.”

“Feh.” He’s following you. You can hear his footfalls just barely, and in your peripheral vision you can see him walking with his hands behind his head. “Sounds like a grade-A loser.”

“He was nice!”

“Is that all you can say about him? He’s nice? Can you even tell me one other thing about him?”

You open the door to your floor and walk down the hall, pretending that all your focus has to be applied to your keyring. You try to chew back the pout on your face because...you can’t. You don’t have an answer. Three hours and banal conversation later, and you don’t actually know anything about him at all. Well, you know one thing, and it’s lame, but you say it anyway. “He likes sushi.”

Garou leans against the wall, arms folded over his chest. He’s still in the same outfit. Does he own any other clothes? Does he own any looser clothes? “Are you saying that because you two went to a sushi restaurant?” 

Yes. “No!”

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. You don’t know him, I don’t know you, so. I’m just going to go.”

Suddenly, your chest feels like it’s caving in. “Wait, what?” He’s leaving. Oh god, he’s leaving again. “What do you mean, you’re going?”

The thing that hurts the most is how casual he seems. Like this doesn’t actually bother him at all. “You’re with some other guy. And you made this big thing about me coming back to have tea and you don’t even like tea, so...what else is there?”

“Garou…”

“It’s not a big deal. Whatever.” He’s walking away. He’s not even running. It’s nothing. It’s…

As easy as walking through a rotating door.

“I fucking love tea, okay?!”

The second you yell those words, you regret it. You regret how loud it comes out. You regret how hurt you sound, and how your voice breaks. You regret everything. But you also just can’t stop.

“I love tea. I used to drink tea all the time. Yeah, I know, who doesn’t? But I stopped because…” You’re going to cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “Because everytime I started making it, I would think about how you weren’t there to have it with me, and what if...what if I drank it and somehow that made you never, ever come back? And you’re right, I don’t know him, okay? I went on a date with him, and I couldn’t even be there with him, because the whole time I was thinking about you. You...a fucking...jerk. Who doesn’t bother to know my number or come to my place or...or...”

Garou is staring at you. He’s staring at you as you start crying like a stupid baby in the hallway, and you should just go into your apartment so this entire night will be behind you, and you’re away from all thirteen guys and girls you’ve met over the so many weeks, and away from Garou, but…

Instead you stand there, watching tears land on your boots, until arms go around your shoulders and a pointed chin sits on the top of your head. “Knock it off. Come on, don’t do that.”

“Shut up…” You try to tell yourself you don’t like this. Even as you reach out and grab his shirt at the chest.

“Don’t cry. I hate it.” His voice is soft, and cool fingertips touch your cheeks. “You’re messing up your whole dumb face.”

“You’re dumb.” You sniff, and it sounds absolutely disgusting. Wet and slimy.

“Gross.”

“I swear to god, if you don’t fucking hug me, I’ll kill you.”

“Okay, okay.” Garou actually pulls you in to his body. There’s so much muscle, and he doesn’t seem used to this at all. His arms are too long, and it feels like he’s literally about to say ‘there, there.’ You actually have to laugh.

“You suck so much at this.”

“Don’t get my shirt dirty with your slobber.”

You press your face into the middle of his chest, until his pulse is punching you between the eyes. “I really, really missed you. Please don’t leave again.”

He keeps holding on until you stop crying entirely. Finally, you get into the apartment, and you take him with you. He follows you into the kitchen, and at last you start the water warming up again while he hops up and sits on the counter. You rest your head in his lap and watch the steam rise from the corner of your eye, and his fingers stroke your hair back. You sigh softly.

“How can you be such a rotten hugger but be awesome at this?”

His thumb circles your cheek, and you can hear a smile in his voice. “Well. This I learned from you.”

That’s right.

Regretfully, you pull away when the water finally finishes, and you put in the tea to steep. You turn around to get cups, but he’s standing right there, tall, staring into your face intensely. You...don’t know how to feel about the way he’s looking at you. “If you really didn’t know him all that well, why did you let him kiss you?”

You feel your face flush. “It was just a kiss on the cheek. Move, I’m trying to get into the cabinet.”

“I want to kiss you on the cheek.” Oh god, he’s so intense, why is he so intense?!

“No. I’m still mad at you.”

“Fine.” He nods, resolute. “Not on the cheek then.”

“Fine! So are you going to let me by or--”

You should have known better, but in your defense, you were tired from the night, and how were you supposed to know that he would take that as consent to grab your face in his hands - huge hands, you were doomed from the start - and kiss you? On the mouth. And, like the hug, it’s not perfect. His lips are stiff, and there isn’t much give to them, so it certainly doesn’t sweep you off your feet. But then you touch his face too, tip your head, and when you start kissing back, he picks it all up so damn quick. 

By the time he’s pulled back, you’re clinging to him, and it’s embarrassing how much you’re panting. 

“Am I nice?” he asks.

“No," you lie, "but I still like you more. Against all better judgement. Including my therapist’s.”

“Who needs therapy? I’ve never been to therapy, and I’m--”

“Please just...can we go back to the kissing instead of you finishing that sentence?”

He does, pulling you out of the kitchen entirely and towards the couch, and you’re kissing from under that long body, those endless limbs. The tea’s going to be ruined, but that’s okay. There’s always time for more tea, and who knows how often you’ll get this? 

[runner5ive]

😠!!! Grumpy apocalypse mom and our gremlin child, pretty please! 🥺

Janine and Five!

If you'd like to request something please go here to see who’s who! I've had a few requests so far and I'm starting to work through them, but there's still plenty of characters available 💕

Apologies this ones longer than I expected 😅 I just have a lot of love for Janine.

The moment Five arrives in Abel, Janine is delighted at the thought of having an actual military trained recruit in her township.

And for a while, it's exactly as she'd hoped it'd be. Five stands and salutes her whenever she walks by (even if no one else does), they do whatever tasks are given to them without argument. Hell, her name sign is 'Boss' and she is thrilled.

She thinks, for a moment, that perhaps This new soldier would be good for Abel. Maybe they'll help... reign in the other runners a little. Bring a level of seriousness to the township.

But then she starts to see Five change. Five becomes sillier, bouncier, less like a soldier and more like... like someone their own age.

And at first Janine's put down. She blames Sam and Simon for corrupting her perfect little soldier. Uncertain what she's doing wrong, she asks Five what Mullins was like, hoping for an idea of how to reign in her own runners. And so Five tells her, and Janine realises just how broken and miserable Five actually was when they arrived.

So, she figures, she might not have the perfect little soldier, but at least she has herself a happy, loyal runner.

And Five is loyal.

They don't leap to their feet every time she walks by anymore, but they always, without fail, salute her. They still call her Boss. They still do everything she asks without question. They're just... happier.

When Five thinks they'll be going back to Mullins at some point, they mostly crash on Janine's couch in the farmhouse, refusing any permenant lodgings incase they get too cosy. The minute Five decides they're staying - they move out and get their own corner of a housing tent and the farmhouse seems a lot... emptier without them there every morning and night.

Janine refuses to admit she misses them. She carries on, business as usual, certain that Five wouldn't be too bothered about seeing her other than during missions. But Five surprises her. She'll be sat in her office, pouring over documents and trying to figure out how to fairly share out rations, or planning missions. And she won't even notice anyone come in until she notices the mug of coffee and a biscuit beside her.

When she falls asleep during her work, Five will usually be the one waking her gentle, smiling warmly and giving her a friendly salute before suggesting she went to bed.

Janine is a strong, but somewhat socially awkward too. Listening to her on runs always makes them smile.

Spoilers from S1M6 below the cut:

Season 1

S1M6 Janine feels awful after leading Five into an ambush. She almost can't believe it. She was so sure they could trust New Canton, and she was wrong. She's frustrated with herself and her own poor judgement, taking it out on Sam before storming off to bed.

S1M7 When Five returns that night, dehydrated, exhausted and a little battered, Janine goes to visit them in the quarantine hospital rooms. Five is asleep, unaware she's there, but Janine is comforted at that moment just by watching them breathe.

After that, Janine shows more concern for Five in her own subtle ways. Checking they have all their supplies for long missions, making sure they have enough warm clothes in winter. She always asks Maxine for updates on their health if they ever need to go to the infirmary. She pretends not to care... but Five knows. And Five cares too.

Season 2

S2M1 Whilst Five is staying at New Canton, their cat Simon Pawchlan Feline De Luca ends ups living with Janine. She pretends to hate it, but honestly he’s good company. Plus, he’s a good mouse catcher. Though she cant help but think that the combination of hers and Simon’s names is a not so subtle hint from Five. 

S2M4 The attack on Abel practically destroyed Five's bunk. Their friends were able to salvage most of their stuff, but the broken bed and the influx of those needing housing means that Five doesn't really have anywhere to stay when they return home from New Canton. Janine act frustrated that Sam had brought them back without checking with her first, especially since there's nowhere for them to stay, but she's secretly glad they're crashing on her couch again.

With the Major back at Abel, Janine can't help but notice the same stiffness return to Five when they take orders from this stranger, and it surprises her. Because this was the Major, the one in charge, and although Five had never met her before they must know she's trustworthy.

But Five warms slowly to this new person in charge. Not many others notice because they're all treading on eggshells now the Major is back, but for Five it's different. Janine is the one to realise that perhaps she reminds them of Mullins a little too much.

Janine is also surprised to see that any orders the Major gives them, Five's eyes would dart to Janine for confirmation. Five is a loyal runner, but only to those they know, and at that point they're loyal to Janine, not the Major.

Janine doesn't mention it to them, but she keeps an eye on Five, watching over the weeks as they gradually warm up to the Major. Still, there's not the same level of trust for the Major as there is for her.

S2M40 But then it turns out there's a traitor in Abel. And there's only so many people it can be. And Janine can't help but suspect Five. Because, let's be honest, Five hadn't really been there that long. Five arrived through rather suspicious circumstances. And Five still hadn't admitted who exactly they were before the apocalypse. Not even a name.

Five is hurt that Janine suspects them. It leaves them uneasy around her. But they still refuse to give her their name. When Janine demands an explanation why not, Five struggles to sign coherently. They're upset, but they manage to get the message across: they don't like who they were before and they're trying to forget. They're trying to be better. This of course only builds more suspicion.

S2M43 The day Simon is revealed to be the traitor, Janine is devestated. Because it can't be Simon. Not Simon. Not her stupid Simon. She listens as Jamie attacks him with the bat, stunned and horrified, but also hating herself for how she suspected Five more than anyone.

When Five gets back, they run straight up to Janine and throw their arms around her, stunning Janine, who is not a hugger. She's not sure if Five is trying to comfort her or looking for comfort themself. She awkwardly pats them on the back.

That day, Five gives Janine their birthname. It's hard to do, but they do it. They tell her that if she wants to look them up, she can. They're tired of secrets. Janine waits for them to leave before searching that name, and then deleting everything she can find on them, without reading a single thing. As far as the world is concerned, Five's life started at Abel.

Season 3

S3M5 The day Five accepts to become the Head of the Runners, Janine decides to make the role official. With the promotion, Five works a lot closer with her, planning mission and training regimes, and earning an official 'Head of Runners' bedroom in Janine's house. It was a downstairs pantry, but it's a decent size and already has lots of shelves and a nice view from the window. Everyone helps to do it up so it's nice and cosy, and Five can finally move off the couch and into their own space.

Five has no idea what to do with a bedroom of their own and is very overwhelmed. More hugs for Janine, even if she's more of a handshake kind of gal.

Five has an entire shelf dedicated to the people they've lost. Sara's sunglasses, photos of Simon.

Five is a lot more cautious about Janine's wellbeing than they've ever been. There are more instances than not where Five will physically drag Janine's in her chair from her desk, seizing her work and refusing to give it back until she went and had some food.

Janine's raised, frustrated voice can usually be heard from outside, and people ask Five how they cope, since all Janine seems to do is shout at them.

Five doesn't care. Because they know Janine cares too. With their additional duties, Five's often working late, and Janine is somewhat surprised by how seriously they're taking this role. Five just wants to do her proud, which is weird because they've never really done anything to make anyone proud before. When Five falls asleep in their work, they'll wake with a blanket over them.

Mornings are cosy. They both usually get up at a similar time. Whoever gets to the kitchen first usually makes the other a hot drink, and they usually sit in silence, reading the mornings memos together.

Five knows Janine's missing Simon, but neither of them can bare to talk about him. Still, on days Janine's feeling particularly low, Five can usually tell. They give her extra buscuits these days.

Season 4

S4M22 Five is a wreck after Sam gets bit. Like, a complete mess. Everyone tries to consolidate them when they get back to Abel, but they are in self-destructive mode. They run off, and hours later Jody finds them having raided one of Simon's old whisky stashes. They're rotten drunk and barely able to stand.

They DEMAND to be taken to Tom. Their shotgun is in their hands, and there is rage on their face. Everyone's panicking, but Janine doesn't say a word. She just marches up to five, punches them in the gut so hard they drop to their knees, and yank their shotgun from their hands.

Janine refuses to take them to the infirmary, saying they just needed to sleep it off, and drags them into the farmhouse to look after them herself. It's very much tough love. This includes forcing her fingers down their throat to get them to puke up as much booze as they can, forcing them into the shower so she can hose them down, and getting them ready for bed. Five asks if she misses him, and for a moment Janine thinks they mean Sam, until she realises she'd tossed Five one of Simon's old shirts to wear as pjs. That night they sit on Janine's bed talk properly about Simon, not really speaking just quietly signing between each other, and Five ends up falling into a drunken sleep against her shoulder. Janine has no idea what to do, so she doesn't disturb them and lets them sleep. Besides, at least this way she can make sure they don't choke on their own vomit in the night.

Thankfully, Five doesn't puke on her in their sleep. They do drool a lot though.

Five knows Janine is going through some stuff when they capture Tom, and although they want to help, she refuses. Still, they're there for her. They don't even care when she threatens to court marshal them again. They just keep telling her: whatever you need, I'm there.

[himbowelsh]

Hello! Can I please request the Valentine‘s Day Alphabet for Malarkey please? That would be wonderful, Thank you in advance!!! 😍

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

He’s a hugger. Just a very physically tactile person  ---  like, Don speaks about three love languages at once, and honestly loves giving affection more than he likes recieving it? While he thinks very little of clapping people on the back of hugging them, he’s also very eager to do things for the people he loves, in order to show his devotion and dependability; he might not be able to fix the leak in his mom’s sink, but he really wants to try! And spending time with someone, making memories, is very important to him, so Don loves having people whose company he can just be comfortable in.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Don has a very healthy appreciation for flowers, and a keen eye when picking them out; bouquets are his go-to for any family celebrations, and he’ll usually find them pre-arranged at the florists and pick out whatever appeals most to him. He’s tried to look into flower language, but found it overall goofy, and didn’t felve too deep into it.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Chocolate! Literally just  ---  chocolate everything. It’s got chocolate on it, he’ll take it! Actively despises white chocolate’s existence, but would beg on his knees for a Snickers bar.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Don...  would love to do something unique. Fun and unique. Maybe go to a dog park, even if you guys don’t have a dog. Maybe go roller skating! Maybe rock climbing, or to a weird museum exhibit...  something exciting, where he and his partner can both enjoy themselves, laugh, and learn something new about each other. More than anything, he wants to make some memories to smile back on later.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Please give him hugs. He relishes them, he cherishes them, he needs them. Don will usually be the one to initiate, but if someone hugs him first? Ooh, he just loves it. His hugs are very secure, very warm  ---  sometimes a little too enthusiastic, if he grabs someone while excited, but he always means well.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He doesn’t try that hard, to be honest. Don’s got a straightforward, good-natured manner; while he’s not a talented flirt  (if he tries to hard, he inevitably says something ridiculous)  his milkshake still brings plenty of takers to the yard.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

He doesn’t always get it right, but he definitely always tries. Don’s got a proud record of never missing a birthday or holiday, even if his gifts are...  questionable sometimes. (”Why did you give me a used toaster for Christmas? Where did you get it? Is it yours? There’s still bread inside ---”)

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Quick  ---  dangerously so. Don is a lover, not a fighter, and he’s got such a big heart; his capacity for love is outstanding, and he gives it freely without a clear understanding of how ephemeral it is. He doesn’t think things through, like, “I shouldn’t fall for this person because they’re dating someone already” or “I shouldn’t let this guy become the best friend I’ve ever had because he could get blown up in a Belgian forest tomorrow”. Don doesn’t let himself care for people. It just happens, and he’s really helpless to stop it.  

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He has to get to a certain point in the relationship....   but he’ll probably be the first to say it, and once he’s started, there’s no stopping him. He wants to say it all the time, just to feel the words bloom like a flower inside his chest. He loves his partner, he loves them, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Here’s the thing  ---  Don needs trust in a relationship. That’s one of his biggest things. His partner is a confidante, someone he feels safe sharing his emotions with, and he can’t do that if he doesn’t believe he can trust them. Don’s not the type to overreact if his partner goes out with friends, or if he spots another person flirting with them. He’ll take it in good humor. As long as they have that bond, he trusts them completely...  and would be devastated if it were ever betrayed.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Don’s kisses are 97% concentrated emotion, and that translates through his every action; he’s hesitant, he’s eager, he’s tender all at once. He pulls his partner close, a hand firmly planted on their waist; the other’s likely to find the small of their back, steadying him, because Don’s the sort of person who needs to anchor himself while kissing. Gentle is the best word, because he would never want to overstep a boundary  (he’s a gentleman); he is very in-tune with his partner’s feelings, going only as quickly as they’ll let him.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

So many people!! So many!! Don loves his family deeply, and has such a wide circle of friends that he cares for with devotion. Don is just the sort of person who loves people easily, and when he does, he puts it all on the line for them. 

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

What’s wrong with afternoon? Cozy, not to hot, not too cold, some nice sunshine...  and he still gets to sleep in.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

A lot of energy, not much finesse. Don is extremely eager to please...  which can be a great thing, but also cause problems at times. He’s not clumsy, but does tend to take more risks than he should. If he thinks he can lift his partner up? Let’s try it. If this surface looks stable enough? Let’s hop on! This has led to some...  mishaps. Thankfully, Don knows how to appreciate an absurd situation. He’s not afraid to laugh at himself in the middle of the act, and this makes it easy for his partner to feel at ease as well. It’s very important to Don that his partner feels comfortable; he would never enjoy anything too rough, anything that would leave them in pain in any way. Enjoys being told what to do. Probably pretty into body worship? He just...  loves to admire his partner, loves to make them feel good, and is willing to devote all his energy towards the cause.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

He’s a pretty simple guy, but is well-spoken in his own way  ---  not a poet, by any means, but has a particular way of getting his point across that resonates.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Someone who loves to laugh, who brightens any room they walk into; who can be gentle and gregarious in equal measure; someone who doesn’t mind silence, and who understands that some days are not always good ones. They absolutely have to be an animal lover. If they like music, wonderful! If they can bake...  like, Don really likes baked goods, so that’s amazing. If they have a kind heart? That’s an absolute must. He’s got a weakness for bright eyes and dimples.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He’d ask, and actually be quite firm about it  ---  he doesn’t want to be asked, he’s got a plan, and it’s going to be great. Don’s the sort of guy to recruit his friends on a whole elaborate proposal, and would love public proposals  ---  but before doing anything, he’d test the waters to the extreme, dropping hints left and right just to see how his partner reacts and if they’re open to the idea. He wouldn’t propose unless he was 99% certain of their response. Frankly, Don’s not the most subtle about it, so by the time he finally drops the question, his partner probably sees it coming a mile away.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s sure got a romantic soul, but life’s out to prove him wrong.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Don had his fair share of elementary school girlfriends, and was the favorite of a few teachers  (he was an adorable kid, okay?)  but none really stole his young heart.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

He wants to, so desperately. He wants to believe in love, to believe that some people are right for each other and simply meant to be. He definitely believes that love is the strongest force in the universe, and that once someone enters your heart they can never really leave it... but true love will always be a question, until he experiences it.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

...  my man...  lost five of his closest friends in the span of a week...   his heart has been stomped on, smashed, steamrolled, ground up, and used as seasoning for someone else’s soup. The last thing he needs is more heartbreak.  (Outside of that, like...  Don’s the sort of person who takes things very personally, and awful things...  wear on him over a long period of time. His heart is very strong, but it is tired.)

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Definitely doesn’t take it seriously, but he enjoys it! It’s a good opportunity to go on a romantic date, if he’s got a willing partner, and to get creative about it  ---  because whoops, he forgot to book a restaurant in advance, so now they’re going to have to go to the park and feed ducks or something.

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Yes! Absolutely! He’d love to get married! Like, it’s not something he’s ever given much thought about, but the idea of a happy family really appeals to him  ---  not to mention, having something reliable and stable to come home to at the end of every day.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

He doesn’t use them prolifically, but he’s been known to whip out the occasional “sweetie” or “honey”...   or something goofy like “sugarbuns”, when he wants to get a laugh out of his partner.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

He’s...  I mean, it depends on which stage of his life you’re talking here. Pre-war Malarkey, who doesn’t really know what it’s like to lose someone? More likely to go with the flow, just laugh things off if someone’s encroaching on his partner. (Again, he trusts his partner very much, and that’s a huge component in their relationship.) Postwar Malarkey? Ooh man, absolutely protective. He’ll jump if it seems like anyone’s making his partner uncomfortable, and has no problem getting in their face about it. Depending on the situation, he’ll either politely but firmly suggest they back off... or tell them to, or else.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Look...  he’s a social boy. He’s not shy. If someone’s willing, and they’re flirting with him, and they want to...  he’s also a very active young man who is honestly never not in the mood, so...  there have been a few. A good few. Maybe he’s lost count.

[hitchell-mope]

First film. Girls bathroom. Auradon prep

Mal (having a bout of stress): I can’t do it. I can’t. Not to them them. I don’t want to. They don’t deserve it.

She looks up to see jay in the mirror who’s smiling kindly at her

Vision!Jay: but you have to.

Mal (becoming slightly hysterical): hahahahahanoIdon’t. I don’t. Have. A choice. None of us have a choice it’s either do or die. And if we don’t do. Well you know the rest

Lonnie (having accidentally overheard Mal and decided to investigate): hello. Anyone in here?

Jay (whispering): hide

Mal darts into a stall

Lonnie walks past the stalls. (Mal backs up but slips and falls into the toilet)

Mal: dammit!

Lonnie (opening the toilet door): need a little help?

Mal (embarrassed): please?

(Lonnie pulses her out of the toilet. It takes a few tries. But the manage. Except Lonnie pulled too hard and they end up sprawled on the floor. Lonnie starts to laugh)

Mal (feeling more then a little humiliated): I’m glad that my pain amuses you so much

Lonnie (clearing her throat): I’m sorry. It’s just that this could qualify as a meet cute.

Mal: a what?

Lonnie: it’s uh a thing from the movies.

Mal: I think Evie watches those. I don’t really know what she likes about them.

Lonnie: wish fulfilment I suppose.

(Lonnie gets up and helps Mal off the floor)

Lonnie: do you need any help

Mal: hm?

Lonnie: it’s just that. When someone is crying in the girls bathroom it usually means that they have a problem that’s wearing them down

Mal: does that tend to happen here?

Lonnie: well so far it’s only you abd Jane so....

Mal: Jane...is she the really cute one with the round face and nice eyes?

Lonnie: that’s the one. Are you sure you don’t need any help.

Mal: I’m fine

Lonnie: I uh I like your hair

Mal (not knowing really what to do): um thanks. I think

Lonnie: you can do magic...right?

Mal: y >ahem< yes. Do you want uh new hair. Or....

Lonnie: new hair please

Mal: ok.

(Mal’s room. Lonnie’s sitting in a chair in front of Evie’s vanity mirror)

Evie: So I was thinking we put in a fringe. Layers are always ni..

Lonnie: ah bup bup bup. I just want to know how much it is to get it longer and wavy

Evie: twenty buck.

Lonnie: Mal. Be honest. How much

Mal: absolutely nothing. And also (she smacks Evie on the back of the head)

Evie: um ow?

Mal: you hardly even felt it. You use entirely too much hairspray. Don’t stiff her

Evie: I need money to buy chaddy a new blazer.

Mal: 1. Dump him. 2. CHADDY?!?!?!?!

Evie: it’s nice and sweet like him

Lonnie: he’s a foul womanising cad. You’re better off without him. And his hair looks like wilted lettuce

Evie: ok. You. Outta my room

Mal: it’s my room as well. And Lonnie can stay if she wants. Wait here.

(She goes to her bedside drawer and takes out the spell-book)

Mal: lets see. H h h. Ah. Here we go. Hair. Ready?

Lonnie: for weeks. Yes. I’m ready

Mal: beware/foreswear/replace the old/with longer wavy hair

(Lonnie’s hair grows out in waves until it reaches past her shoulders and parted to the left)

Mal: is that what you...OOF

(Lonnie’s rushes up and hugged her. Mal melts into the hug. Evie starts humming the wedding march. Mal’s eyes glow and Evie finds she can’t move her hand from the table)

Evie: did you seriously just freeze my hand to the table

Mal: oh no sis. Not freeze. Glued.

Evie: you sick little bitch.

Mal: would you like me to switch it out for tar?

Evie: I’ll shut up

Mal: you’re learning indigo

Lonnie (releasing Mal from her grip): sorry I’m not normally a hugger. It’s awesome. The hair is awesome. You are

Evie: yeah yeah we know. (Imitating Lonnie) “Awesome”. Thank you for that. Now I’ll never hear the end of it until I dunk her head down the toilet.

Lonnie: (happy gasp). There are some other girls who want new hair. Can I bring them here

Mal: sure

(Lonnie leaves)

Evie: of course you realise now there’s nobody protecting you from my wrath now right?

Mal: oh shit.

(Evie uses magic to fling the table at Mal who goes flying into the mirror on the wall opposite them)

(Outside the room)

Lonnie: hi jay

Jay: how the hell fid you grow your hair out so fast?

Lonnie: Mal.

Jay: how much?

Lonnie: free. But Evie

Jay: wanted to charge you so she could get toad eyes something

Lonnie: yep

Jay: so you’re gonna show off?

Lonnie: ooh yeah.

Jay: I’ve got my own...wait. Evie’s still in the room. Alone. With Mal.

Lonnie: uuuuuuuuuh. Yes?

Jay: oh shit!

(He runs into the room followed by Lonnie. The rooms a mess. Both beds are in splinters the windows are shattered the bathrooms flooded with cyan bubbles and Evie’s got Mal’s throat under her boot. Mal on the other is digging her nails into Evie’s leg. Both girls are battered and bruised with flecks of blood in their clothes)

Jay: MAL! DROP HER. EVIE. Get off her neck.

Evie: she started it. She glued my hand to the table

Mal: she started it. She hummed the wedding march.

Jay: I don’t give a fuck who started it cause I’m gonna finish it.

(He uses magic to depart the two heal their injuries and fix the room)

Jay: Mal is with me. Evie...you know what. I don’t care what you do but you’d better not get into trouble

[walkerismychoice]

Queen of My Heart - Chapter 13

The Royal Romance Reality Show AU

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X MC

Rating: Mature for some language

Author’s Note: This chapter picks up after the second elimination ceremony/Drake walking away from Riley after confessing his feelings. It ends somewhat abruptly, but for reasons.

Tag List: @lazychic28, @choices-fanatic, @simplyaiden-blog, @butindeed, @bobasheebaby, @queencatherynerhys, @theroyalweisme, @boneandfur, @drakelover78 @notoriouscs, @mfackenthal, @blackcatkita, @devineinterventions2, @choiceswreckedme, @drakewalkerfantasy, @andy-loves-corgis, @traeumerinwitzhelden, @confessionsofabrokegirl, @decisso, @sir-wigglesworth, @drakesfiance, @viktoriapetit, @umccall71, @hamalu

Word Count: 2101

Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

"Kat, are you seriously telling me you let Liam and Riley have time alone....off camera...on the group date."

"I did what I had to do, Jo. Liam wasn't going to re-film the horse scene if I didn't give him that in return. Even if I had convinced him to let cameras in, it would have probably been much more reserved than whatever went on without them. It's not like they were going to fuck on camera."

"Okay, fine. I suppose we already have enough Riley for the episode anyway."

"And don't forget Olivia's date. We got that awkward kiss on camera." Kat reminded Jo. "This episode will get killer ratings."

"Yeah, that didn't go well, but we could really make it look worse with the editing. Good call. So what's on the agenda for the next show?"

Before Kat could answer, Danny, one of the film editors walked up.

"Danny!" Jo greeted, "Tell me you are interrupting our meeting because you found some good footage from the palace cameras."

"Well I did find something. Not sure if it's usable or not." Danny pulled a couple of clips on the screen in front of Jo and Kat.

"Riley and her bodyguard?" Kat questioned as the first clip began. "I don't see how this is relevant to the show."

"There's a couple of things." Danny pointed to the corner of the screen. "See the timestamp?" That's two hours later than everyone else got back from the horseback riding date. I don't know where they went, but that car didn't bring them right back to the palace. And then watch what happens here."

Kat and Jo watched the scene unfold.

"What the hell was that?" Jo exclaimed. "They have even more chemistry than Liam and Riley have together."

"I'm sure it's nothing Jo." Kat tried to smooth things over. "They were probably just overly flirty because they went out and had a bit to much to drink. See how he just pats her on the shoulder? Just a friendly night out."

"Bullshit. They clearly want to bang each other. Looks like he just has more self control than she does." Jo played the second clip and they watched Drake pin Riley up against the door. "Fuck, my panties are wet just from watching this and they didn't even do anything...yet. We need to do something about this. Thank you Danny, you can go now."

"What do you propose we do? I don't think asking Liam to reassign Drake would be wise, even though it would be the best way to keep them apart," Kat reasoned.

"No we don't have to be that drastic. At least not yet. There is no filming for the next couple days due to Liam’s obligations. Why don't we send Riley to the Beaumont estate with Maxwell and Bertrand? It will get her away from Drake, and maybe she'll get a sense of how much they need her to stick around for the money."

“That’s actually a really good idea, Jo. She’ll probably just think we are being nice bending the rules to let her get some brotherly bonding time in.”

“Okay, that’s settled. Liam should be here in a few minutes to discuss the next dates.”

Five minutes later, Liam walked in. “Good morning Jo, Kat.”

“Liam, that was quite a performance on the group date,” Jo said with a grin.

“Please don’t remind me. I’m starting to wonder if this was all a mistake. Change my mind and tell me I can finally have a one on one date with Riley this week?” Liam pleaded .

“About that...We can see things are going great with her, and we think the audience will see it too...” Kat paused trying to word it in a way Liam would accept, “I know you understand we need to keep the show entertaining for all the reasons we have previously discussed. It can’t be all Riley all the time. Jo and I decided this one on one should be with one of women you are pretty sure you are going to cut this week.”

Liam’s expression hardened. “Why on earth would I do that? I wouldn’t want to lead someone on, and waste time I could have spent with someone I might actually have a future with.”

“Think about it this way,” Kat responded, “with some good one on one time you will be able to tell for certain if the woman is not for you. And if she isn’t, you have the option you had on the other one on one dates to send her home at any time. You won’t have to keep her around until the next rose ceremony.”

Liam shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it, but you always manage to get me to give in. So what does the date entail?”

“You will spend the day shopping at the Cordonian Marketplace and end with a dinner cruise.” 

“Fine. I’ll choose Catherine.”

~~~~~

“So this is our house? It’s gorgeous.” Riley looked around and took everything in. The green expanse of the country setting, the classic stone exterior with grape vines climbing the walls, and the welcoming outdoor living space, complete with fireplace, that was nicer than any indoor living space she had ever had.

“Correction, as heir to the Beaumont estate, it is technically my home. But I’m not cruel. Maxwell still lives here with me...and I suppose, when this is all over, if you need somewhere to stay, you are welcome here as well.” 

“Aww Bertarand!” Riley wrapped her arms around Bertrand and he was again hesitant to return her embrace. “I keep telling you Betrand that I’m a hugger, and you need to get use to it.”

Maxwell Laughed. “Hey, I’m blown away by the amount of affection he is already showing you. But you know I’m up for hugs any time. Maxwell squeezed her tightly and didn’t let go.

“Thanks Maxwell, but I can’t breathe,” Riley gasped, and he let her go. “So what’s on the agenda for the next two days? More rigorous training?”

“Actually,” Maxwell replied, “I talked Betrand into giving you a break. We know that Hana will be helping you out with the training. We can just hang out, get to know each other, and have fun. Well Bertrand doesn’t know how to have fun anymore, but he’ll do his best.”

“Maxwell!”

“What? I just speak the truth. Ever since you’ve been burdened with our financial difficulties, you are all business.”

Oh, that’s right. The Beamount’s really do need the money from the show, Riley thought. She hadn’t been thinking about the money piece of things because she was genuinely interested in Liam. She guessed it was another reason not to worry about Drake and just be there for Liam. All things being equal, she would have a hard time choosing between Drake and Liam, but she really didn’t have a choice to make, did she? Drake was a loyal friend and wasn’t going to come between her and Liam despite how he felt. And although the Beamount’s money problems were not her issue, she did want to help them if she could, and being with Liam would hardly be a sacrifice. Now she just had to figure out how to get over knowing that Drake reciprocated her feelings. Maybe this time away with her brothers would help.

“How about a tour?” Riley said, trying to change the subject.

“Maxwell, why don’t you help Riley take her things to her room and then show her around. I have some phone calls to make.”

“Oh, I make an excellent tour guide!” Maxwell picked up Riley’s suitcase. “Follow me.”

Maxwell gave Riley the grand tour interspersed with some Beaumont family history. The house wasn’t as grand as the palace, but it was charming, and was still a mansion by Riley’s standards. She wondered what it would have been like if she had known Bathelemy was her father. Would she have spent summers here with Maxwell and Bertrand? Would she have become a completely different person than she is today?

They finished the tour back outside where they had started. Maxwell and Riley sat down on the patio furniture. “Maxwell, I want to know about our father. Tell me all about him.” 

Maxwell’s ever present smile faded slightly. “I wish I had lots of happy memories to share with you, but he wasn’t the most affectionate father. He had high expectations. He was very hard working, but that also meant that even as children, he expected us to act grown up and responsible all the time. Bertrand was nowhere near as uptight back then as he is now, but he was still always the mature responsible one. He was my father’s protege. He was the heir, and I was the spare, as they say. Father found it much easier to relate to Bertrand, but I was much closer to our mother. Barthelemy was a good Duke and a good provider, but loving and caring aren’t high on the list of words I would use to describe him. I’m sorry I can’t just tell you he was the best dad ever.”

“This might sound bad Maxwell, but its almost easier to hear that he wasn’t the best father. It feels like I missed out on less...but I still wish I would have had a chance to see that for myself. And I so wish that I didn’t miss out on all the years of knowing you and Bertrand. No matter what your dad thought Maxwell, you are pretty great. You have welcomed me without question. You are kind and passionate and have so many great qualities. It’s too bad our father couldn’t see you for all that you were.”

“Riley, I feel like you really get me. You do kind of remind me of my mother. Barthelemy must have had a type, because you had to have gotten your personality from your mother. You are opposite of our father in all the best ways.”  

“Thanks, Maxwell. Okay, enough about Barthelemy. Let’s get to the having fun part.”

Maxwell decided to order pizza to make Riley feel at more at home. She tried to pretend to be offended that he would assumed she would have such simple American tastes, but he was right. Not that she didn’t enjoy fine cuisine, but nothing could beat pizza as a comfort food. They ate too much, drank beer and wine, and stayed up way too late watching movies. Bertrand even joined them for awhile. 

Riley had her best night’s sleep since she had come to Cordonia. Betrand was busy much of the day, but Maxwell showed her around the grounds more, went through old photo albums with her, and showed her how to make a traditional Cordonian seafood dish for lunch. Maxwell surprised her by bringing in a massage therapist in the afternoon to help Riley relax and unwind. It truly was a perfect day. Maxwell was just about to start cooking dinner when the doorbell rang.

“Hmm, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Who would be here at this time of the evening unannounced?” Maxwell inquired as he opened the door. “Liam! What are you doing here?”

Riley came running around the corner. “Liam? Is something wrong?”

“Not at all, Riley. I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead of time, Maxwell, but I had to keep this under wraps. I’m not supposed to be here, but I really wanted to see Riley. I hope neither of you mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind Liam. I’m always happy to see you, but Maxwell was just about to make dinner for--”

Maxwell interjected before Riley could finish. “How about I make dinner for the two of you? It could be like a date.”

Riley didn’t want to cancel her plans with Maxwell, but it was hard to say no to alone time with Liam. He’d come all this way just to be with her and risked getting in trouble by breaching his contract. “If you are sure you don’t mind Maxwell.”

“No, not at all! I’m happy to do it. Go sit and have a drink, and I’ll let you know when dinner is ready. Chef Maxwell will take care of you.”

Riley and Liam settled in in the living room, catching up on the past couple days. Not much time had passed and the doorbell rang again. 

“Seriously? Who could this be now?” Riley heard Maxwell say as he went to the door. “Drake, buddy! Uh oh, did you come looking for Liam? Come on in, he’s right here.”

[oscar-piastri]

fake dating [h.o]

a/n: just had a weird dream last night involving fake dating + my friend and i decided to do something like that so our family would leave us alone. it’s a little bit messy too

summary: you introduce your fake boyfriend to your family (words count: +2k)

You didn’t know why you did it. Maybe because your family was pressuring you into finding a boyfriend since your sister told your parents that she was engaged. Your family was asking you all the time if you were with someone and one day you couldn’t take it anymore and just blurred out “I have a boyfriend” which surprised everyone.

You didn’t thought it would be a problem until your mother asked you to invite him over for Christmas. And you realised you were stuck, because telling them the truth would be suspicious. Stuck in your own lie.

After thinking about the situation for a few hours, you decided to call a friend for help. “Hey Nath, it’s Y/N. Yeah I did something stupid and I need your help…. No I did not kill someone…. No seriously shut up and listen to me” you groaned over the phone.

You explained everything alongside you plan, waiting for an answer. There was a few seconds of silence but it was quickly filled with your friend laughing so loud “Y/N you really want me to play your boyfriend? I’m gay!”

“Please please please! Nath I need you for a week. Your parents love me and they won’t mind if you stay at my place. And yeah I know you’re gay but my family doesn’t so it’s cool. And if you say yes, we’ll be leaving in three days for the weekend” you responded, feeling stupid and guilty for using your friend like that.

“Meet me tomorrow at 5pm. Good luck Y/N” he said hanging up.

Was that a yes? Damn you really hoped he agreed because it would avoid you being humiliated

It was 5pm and you were waiting for you friend in the park. You were about to call him when a young boy sat next to you. He smiled at you and you looked around you to check if he got the wrong person.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He asked you, making you freak out a little. “Judging by the look on your face, Nath didn’t tell you” he laughed while answering you.

“Tell me what?” You asked him, tilting your head  and narrowing your eyebrows

“I’m your fake boyfriend” he answered, still smiling.

It took you a minute to process the fact that you friend asked someone else. And it took you just two seconds to notice that fake dating a stranger would be hard: because you had two days to learn everything about him, starting with his name.

You decided to go for a coffee with him so you could talk about your plans and to learn more about him.

After a few hours, you went home with a lot of informations, you wrote into a notebook. He’s Harrison Osterfield, one year older than you and from England. You learn some other interesting stuff, like why he agreed to do it: according to him it was a fun idea and his mates cancelled their trip.

He texted you with his idea of how you met for the first time, your first kiss and it totally made your heart melt while reading them. This could go well after all.

The few days passed so quickly, one day you were meeting Harrison and a few days later he was next to you, in front of your house’s door. Your aunts, grandparents, your parents and your sister were inside and you were freaking out that they will noticed that it’s just a lie.

“We can still cancel!” you told him, lowering your voice so nobody inside could hear you. “Just go and I’ll tell them that your family wanted to spend Christmas with you. We’ll just do a FaceTime so they could see you” you kept talking, faster and faster and your were so stressed.

Harrison hold your left hand to reassure you, and he was about to say something when the door opened, and you were now facing you mother.

“Y/N! You’re finally here!” she greeted you with a hug, before stopping in front of Harrison and hugging him as well. “You must be Harrison, nice to meet you!”

After a few minutes, you introduced him to your family and you decided to go upstairs with him to drop your stuff and just to talk quickly before dinner.

“You have a nice family” he told you, putting his bags next to the bed.

“Thanks” you replied, smiling at him. “And thank you for playing along, we just need to survive these two days and I’ll tell them we broke up in a few weeks” you told him, lying in your bed, watching the ceiling.

He sat next to you and his eyes were on you, making you blush a little “You really thought about it”

You looked at him and sighed “I’m sorry if I sound bossy… I just want them to believe I am dating someone, so they could finally stop pressuring me into finding someone”

You were interrupted by you sister knocking on your door, telling you that dinner was ready.

You went downstairs and sat at the table, Harrison took the chair across you. And of course everyone was asking questions about the two of you, like how you met.

“Let me tell them, love” Harrison told you and he held your hand on the table. You just smiled as an answer and let him tell his story. As he was talking, your gaze found itself focused on him. You never really paid attention to him because you knew everything was fake, but you were now taking the time to look at him.

He was tall, like a few inches taller than you and his blond hair suited him so well. You couldn’t really tell but you knew he was kinda muscular and he knows what to wear to show it, his shirt suited him perfectly. But you stopped at his eyes. His blue and beautiful eyes took your breath away for a second and you could get lost in them.

You were so focused on Harrison that you didn’t heard your father talking to you. “Earth to Y/N” he told you, waving his hands in front of your face to bring your mind back to earth.

“This is so adorable, she looks so in love” one of your aunt said in excitement

You just smile at them awkwardly before asking your father to repeat his question again. “Y/N, do you have pictures?” He asked you again.

You took your phone out of your pocket and proudly showed him the candid pictures you took of Harrison at the coffee, and some cute couples pictures you made thanks to a friend. You quickly looked at Harrison who winked at you, as your father passed your phone around to show the pictures to your family. A lot of “adorable!”, “look at them, so cute!” could be heard around the table.

But your sister’s comment made you choke on your water “Where are the kissing pictures? Like most couples are kissing while taking pictures” she asked you, smirking a little.

You didn’t know what to answer ad you were turning vibrant red. But Harrison came to the rescue “You know how Y/N is, she isn’t a big fan of kissing in public, she’s more of a hugger and hand holding girl. I respect that so we just keep the kissing part uh… Between us?” He answered, not so sure about his own answer but your relieved face showed him that he did great.

It was 11pm, dinner was over and your grandparents were already in the guest room, sleeping because they had a long drive, your aunts were in a hotel a few minutes away. You told you parents and sister to go to bed because they cooked all day. It was now just you and Harrison in the kitchen doing the dishes.

“You can go upstairs and sleep if you want, I can handle the dishes” you told him, washing a plate.

“My friends call me Harrison, king of dishes, so I can handle it” he responded with a smirk, and a dish towel on his left shoulder.

“Yeah I know we met a few days ago but I’m sure no one calls you that” you laughed as he faked a pout

“My friends call me Haz though” he said to you as he was drying some plates.

30 minutes later and water everywhere on the ground, you were finished. Yeah Haz is clearly not so good at that but he did made you laugh, and you learned more about him. Like the fact that he enjoys baking pancakes, pretty much all the time.

You were now in your bedroom, in your bed with Harrison. You were both looking at the ceiling, not saying anything and not moving. You could only hear his breathing. In fact, you were too scared to sleep, you didn’t want to hit him during your sleep, or even talk or snore. You clearly didn’t want to cuddle him either unconsciously.

“Good night, darlin’” Haz told you before yawning. You quickly fell asleep after that, thinking of the Christmas presents you would have tomorrow morning.

You woke up the next morning by a knock on your door and someone asking you to wake up. God, it was your sister. Even though she was 22 she was still a child when it came to christmas

“SHUT UP IT’S 9AM” you yelled through the door, pissed off that she woke you up.

“Yeah it’s 9am and I need my sleep” you heard someone groaning beside you. You turned around to find a sleepy Harrison rubbing his eyes. A shirtless sleepy Harrison.

“Oh god I’m so sorry! I uhm forgot for a moment that you were here” you confessed, blushing slightly

“How could you forget your boyfriend of 5 months?” He said, faking a shocked face. He was really cute and funny.

“Yeah you mean fake boyfriend I just met” you muttered, looking down.

“Hey! We make a good team and don’t worry, you’ll find someone soon. Maybe sooner than expected” he told you with a wink, before hugging you.

Your sister knocked on the door again making you groan, which made Harrison laugh. You both got out of the bed and went downstairs to join the rest of your family. After hugging everyone hello, you joined your sister to open the presents, and it was only now that you remembered that your present for Harrison was upstairs do you ran to your room to grab it.

You spend a few hours trying to find a nice present for him because you didn’t know him that much back then. But you decided to go for some limited batman comics

You weren’t sure if he would like it but it was too late now.

You went back downstairs and noticed that everyone else was eating breakfast already, there was just Harrison sitting on the couch with a small box in his hands.

You sat next to him and handed him his gift “It’s for you” you blurred out

“Y/N! This is awesome, love!” He said excited “I love Batman so much!” He told you smiling, before kissing your forehead. You slowly felt your cheeks turning red. “You’re so adorable when you blush” he whispered to your ears, making you giggle.

You were really happy that he was here with you.

“By the way Y/N, this is for you” he proudly gave you the box he was previously holding.

“Oh my god! Haz!” You half yelled at the sight of a beautiful silver necklace that was in the box. “It’s beautiful! I love it” you hugged him, thanking him multiple times.

You didn’t know what was going through your mind at the moment, but you crashed your lips against his. His lips were warm and soft, and at your surprise, he kissed you back. All you heard was your family going all “woooo! Finally” making you break the kiss and turning your face red.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that” you whispered to him, feeling a little guilty.

“It’s okay, it’s not a problem” he whispered back.

After a few hours, your aunts and grandparents were heading home, you sister was napping and it was time for Harrison to go home too. You walked with him outside.

“Thank you again, for doing it. You really had my back on this” you told him. “You should get this back” you continued, handing him the necklace.

“Keep it. I bought it for you” he responded. “Perhaps you could wear it on our first official date” he said, looking at you with a smirk.

What?

Whaat?

“Y/N if you hadn’t got it, I’m asking you out, on a date, a real one. I wanna be more than a fake something for you” he confessed, holding your hands.

“I would love to!” you replied, a big smile on your face

[carahealstheworld]

15 Things That Surprised Me My First 24 Hours In Uganda

I have now been in Uganda for a day and a half. In that time I have adjusted to the time here, exchanged money, gone shopping and a host of other things. I’m seriously trying to take this bit of time to vacation but I am learning a lot about myself and life in general. Here are the things that surprised me in the first 24 hours of being here:

1. How Quickly I Got Through Immigration- I am here on a tourist visa that is approved for 30 days. I thought there would be some long drawn out process like the ones you see in TV movies and here about from immigrants to the United States. I thought I would be grilled with questions about why I was here for a month on a tourist visa, who I was going to see, where I was staying, and all the medical supplies in my suitcase. The only questions I got were Passport? Visa? Yellow Card? Then they took my picture and sent me on my way. Overall, I was through immigration in 5 minutes or less. 

2. How Quickly I Forgot About Personal Space- Personal space is an American thing. If there are 2 strangers on an elevator, they stand on opposite ends. Two strangers on a bench, sit on opposite ends. Passing someone in public? Give them as much space as possible. Here in Uganda, all of that has gone out the window. It doesn’t bother me to be shoulder to shoulder with everyone else. Even when I’m on my phone. In general, everyone else you’re standing shoulder to should with here is minding their business and not worried about what you’re doing. 

3. Everyone Is A Friend When Everyone Is A Stranger- Since I was traveling alone, I made conversation with anyone who would talk to me. Some of those people were Americans going to other countries in Africa or areas of Uganda. Some of those people were Ugandans from different areas of the country. However, everyone was friendly. Everyone here is also a hugger. I’ve been hugged by many people here including merchants and hotel staff. They are all friends. 

4. That I Need To Learn More World Languages- The very first time that someone spoke to me in a language I didn’t understand, happened here. It was a European gentleman so I believe he thought I was from Africa and spoke to me in French (a lot of African countries speak French or do their schooling in French). I know English. I know a lot of Spanish. I know some Afrikaans (and it is very similar to English). I know very little Arabic. I know pretty much no French but I should probably get a move on it if I want to continue world traveling. The second time someone spoke to me in a language I didn’t understand, it was a security guard. I believe the language was Lugandan but I have no idea. 

5. How Quickly I Lost My Was Of Luxury- Taking a warm shower is a luxury that we often take for granted. We are used to just turning the tap and have warm water. That’s not always the case here. Sometimes water has to be warmed so you have to turn on hot water 10-15 min before you shower. I was somewhere that didn’t have that option. I took a shower anyway. It turned out, I just needed to least the water run a little but. It did eventually get warm but I really didn’t care. 

6. Telemundo...In English-So I’m not really surprised that they have TV in Africa. Nor am I surprised that they have “Junk TV” or Telemundo. However, I was surprised that they have Telemundo in English here. The signs and things on the screen are still in Spanish though. 

7.  The People Of Flint, MI (and any other place in the US with lead infested pipes) Have It More Difficult Than Some Africans- I know this is a VERY strange thing to say but I am a graduate of THEE Social Justice HBCU, Philander Smith College, so I had to mention something about social justice (and issue you a call to action since I never stop serving others). I said this one particularly because I have to brush my teeth with bottled water while I am here. Have you ever brushed your teeth with bottled water? Do you know how difficult that is when you’re used to being able to turn on the tap? I want you to try it for one week. Seven full days. Brush your teeth with bottled water because we often don’t understand what we don’t experience (and if you’re really adventurous don’t use your tap at all for a week--use only bottled water for cooking, cleaning, bathing, brushing, washing clothes, washing hair, etc. Save the receipts and find out how expensive and unrealistic it is to do everyday). Once you have, I want you to contact your senators and representatives in Washington DC. Tell them about your experience and how no Americans should have to live that way. Push them to create legislation to rectify this issue. If you don’t think this works or will work, I encourage you to watch the movie “Toilet: Ek Prem Katha.” It’s in Hindi but there are subtitles in English. You’ll understand after you watch. 

8. There’s No Reason To Fear Foreign Food- When we travel different places or even visit someone’s house who comes from a different culture, we tend to have an inherent fear of unfamiliar food. The benefit of the world being connected (or maybe the benefit of being American) is that you will always find some type of familiar food. I happened to have had eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast and a fried fish burrito bowl (yes I had Mexican food in Africa) for dinner. Don’t fear it. 

9. Most Of The Houses I’ve Seen Here Are Bigger And Nicer Than Mine- I’m not saying that there are not poor people here. I’m not saying that everyone here is rich. I’m also not saying that my family is poor (We’re not rich either so don’t be asking us for money). I’m just saying there are really nice houses here that are bigger than my house in the US. 

10. The Beauty of Simplicity-Most things here are pretty simple. There are some elaborate things but for the most part its simple and beautiful. There’s simple locks. Simple doors. Simple gates with guards. Simply beautiful simplicity. 

11. Police Guns-It wasn’t surprising to me that the police here carry guns. After all, I am American, I haven’t been living under a rock and we have many issues with police use of force and firearms (This isn’t a political statement or my opinion. Look at the numbers compared to other countries of the same or larger size. The numbers tell all). What surprised me was the size of the guns. Police here carry riffles. They have guns the size of their leg at their waist. 

12. There’s Literally Security Everywhere- When my professor came inside the airport to meet me, she had to through a metal detector. That was just to walk inside the airport. She wasn’t coming through security to meet me at my gate or see me through immigration. She was just coming inside the door to walk me to the car to the hotel. It didn’t end there though. We went to the mall as well and also had to go through security. Although it didn’t happen in the first 24 hours, we also had to go through security at church and a fancy hotel we briefly visited. At church and the hotel they also checked the car we were in. 

13. My Adaptability-People have always told me that I am quite adaptable. They say it in letters of recommendation and it even showed up as one of my strengths in Strengths Finder. So why did it surprise me? Because everything became so normalized to me almost immediately. Driving on the left and passing on the right? Normal. Everyone hugging me as if they haven’t seen me in years? Normal. Majority of people looking like me? Normal. I’ve just adapted super quickly and it’s surprised me.

14. The Bugs Here Clap Back- So I will tell the entire story later but for now, I will say that there was something squirming in my room in the shadows. I had no idea if it was a small snake or a bug. It turned out to be a bug and it clapped back when I tried to get it out. It turned in to a huge ordeal. Security and the hotel manager ended up coming to help. 

Number 15 is really for Millennials. I will caution you that there is some censored language in this one because it is in a common phrase. So if you want to stop reading now, I will not be offended. If you do keep reading and later find yourself offended, DO NOT attempt to contact my parents, another elder relative, my pastor or whoever else to discuss your disdain. You. Were. Warned. 

15. I Learned Where The Phrase “Black People S**t” Came From- This one adds a little more comedy to the already comical bug incident that occurred (which I promise to recap). So we’re driving around Kampala, the capital city of Uganda. I’m taking in the sites, the people and the buildings. I’m looking at traffic and people randomly gathering and everything else I was seeing. My literal though was, “This is some black people s**t.” And I mean that in the best way possible. It’s like all the stuff that we do in America that we call “n***a rigged” or “black people s**t” is written in our DNA and has been passed down to us for centuries. I’m serious. I wish you could see my face as I type this and hear me say this. I was literally watching people gather on the side of the street to eat food and party. I promise you they were having a cookout. They have what they call bodabodas (motor bike taxis) here. Y’all know most motorcycles can have 1 driver and 1 passenger. I bet you never seen a whole family ride on one though! I have and bodas are a little smaller than motorcycles. You’d be surprised at how many people can fit on one. Like how some of y’all try to squeeze your entire lineage in the back seat of a car. And the traffic. Y’all! These bodas drive wherever! Get in where you fit in at its finest. They don’t stop for traffic signals. If there’s a space between cars for the to drive in they do. If they have to drive on a side walk they will. It’s just the blackest thing you have ever seen or heard of. Why? These are OUR people. We do black people s**t and think nothing of. 

I hope you keep reading to learn more about my adventures. 

Bug story and pictures coming soon!

Be Blessed!!!!

[chasholidays]

MINTY and something with them reuniting after being apart a long time super fluffy pls

Like, he assumes, most people, Nate has a past that’s full of people he loved and lost track of, and the first one he can really remember is Monty Green.

When he thinks about it, he wants to second-guess the word love, because he was a kid. They were best friends when Nate was in first grade and Monty was in kindergarten, and Nate adored him. Monty was bright and mischievous and fun, a born troublemaker with an angelic smile that let him get away with anything. Nate loved him, but it’s easy to think that it wasn’t real love, something like that. In Nate’s opinion, you can’t really love someone until you know what it means, until you know what you’re saying. And back then, all he’d known was that Monty was his favorite person, and he never wanted him to leave. He told his dad they were going to get married, and his dad smiled and said he hoped he did.

(It would be years before he remembered that, and when he did, he loved his father so fiercely it hurt, for a minute.)

Instead, Monty’s mother got a new job, and they moved to California. He and Nate hugged each other goodbye, and Nate cried about it, but that had been it. He’d made new friends, found new crushes, and while he filed away “passionate friendship for other boy at age six” as part of his journey into queerness, he mostly thinks of Monty Green as just one more person he cared for who’s gone now, like his high school boyfriend and his college roommate. If he saw them again, he’d say hi, be happy, and when they friend him on Facebook, he accepts and is happy to see updates about their lives. But they’re never going to be close again, not like they were.

Of course, he’s not even Facebook friends with Monty, so it matters even less with him. Nate is sure he’s never going to see him again.

So sure that when he does see him, he figures he must be wrong.

He and Bellamy are at Bellamy’s favorite coffee shop, definitely not stalking the cute artist who comes in at roughly the same time they do on Saturdays. Per Bellamy, it’s not stalking because they were already coming in at this time before this, and just because they decided to make it a set thing instead of a loose engagement, it’s not stalking. It’s just making plans to be somewhere when someone else might be there too.

It’s also not stalking because Shut up, Miller, which is a worse argument.

Today, when they walk into the coffee shop, the artist is at her usual table, but she’s not alone, and Bellamy’s shoulders slump a little. Nate gets that it’s not a real thing for him, but it’s one of those fun fantasies. She’s always drawing cool stuff, and she’s pretty. Even if Bellamy knew nothing was ever going to happen, it’s nice to have a person to think about. And now that person is apparently not single.

The guy is facing Bellamy’s artist, which means that they’re just seeing the back of his head when they come in, but their usual table is behind the artist, because Bellamy is more interested in peering over her shoulder at her sketchpad than he is at looking at her expression. So once Nate’s got his coffee and has settled in across from Bellamy, he sees the guy full on.

The first thing he notices is that he’s hot. He’s working on a laptop, so he’s looking down, but Nate can still see his jawline and the slight curve of his smile. He and the artist are talking, quietly enough Nate can’t really hear them, but the guy laughs sometimes, and that’s what he realizes that the other thing he’s feeling is familiarity. It doesn’t take long to realize the guy reminds him of Monty, and he finds himself navigating to Facebook, looking to see if he can find any old pictures of them with half his attention as he keeps stealing glances back at the table.

Bellamy kicks him. “Dude.”

“What?”

“It’s not a big deal, you can stop looking at him.”

“He looks familiar. I think he’s–”

The guy looks up and their eyes meet, and his face breaks out in this huge grin. He closes the laptop and comes over, the artist turning to watch him, and Bellamy looks like he wants to die. It would probably be funny, if he had enough brainpower to focus on Bellamy.

“Nate, right?” asks the guy. Monty, rather. Definitely Monty. “Nate Miller? It’s totally Nate.”

“Monty?”

Impossibly, Monty’s grin broadens. “Holy shit!” He takes Nate’s hand and tugs him up, and suddenly he’s getting hugged, before he’s even quite caught up. He doesn’t get hugged much, but Monty is very solid, smells like coffee and sweat, is an amazing hugger.

“I think I missed something,” Nate hears, vaguely, and when Monty pulls back, he realizes the artist has come over. The small part of him that’s aware of things that aren’t Monty registers that she’s standing next to Bellamy, so Bellamy totally owes him.

“This is Nate!” Monty says, grinning at her. “He was my best friend forever in kindergarten.”

“I think if he was just your best friend in kindergarten, it doesn’t really count as forever,” she teases.

Monty waves his hand. “Details. Seriously, I can’t believe it!” he says, turning his attention back to Nate. “What are the odds?”

Nate’s feeling pretty disbelieving himself. “No idea. Good to see you, man,” he adds, and feels like the biggest tool of all time.

But Monty is still smiling. “Yeah. Good to see you too.”

*

It turns out the artist’s name is Clarke, and she and Monty went to college together. Monty recently got a job with Ark, Nate’s favorite indie game developer, so he’s new in town and looking for a social life.

Which means that Bellamy owes him for the rest of their lives and then some, because Monty wants Nate to be involved in that.

“Best friends are forever, right?” he asks, as he puts his number into Nate’s phone.

“I thought you said Jasper was your best friend,” says Clarke, sounding dubious. She and Bellamy are giving them a little space to talk, but not a ton. Clarke seems kind of protective.

“You can have several BFFs. It’s like you’ve never watched My Little Pony.”

“I was watching My Little Pony before you were born.”

“So you should know all about friends. You like drinking, right?” he adds, to Nate.

“As much as the next functioning alcoholic, yeah.”

“Awesome.” He hands the phone back. “Friday?”

“This Friday?”

“I like to really jump into my drinking right away. You know, find a regular place, get a reputation as a lovable drunkard. That’s how TV tells me it’s supposed to work, right? Twenty-somethings have a bar where they hang out and drink unrealistic amounts.”

“We actually already have a bar,” Nate admits, glancing back at Bellamy for approval.

“Yeah, my ex-girlfriend is a bartender,” he says. “So she gives us discounts.”

“Your ex gives you discounts on drinks?” Clarke asks, sounding surprised. “Really?”

“What’s so weird about that?”

“I think most of my exes would charge me extra.”

“Bellamy’s got a superpower for staying friends with his exes,” says Nate.

“You should know. Bisexual,” he adds, at Clarke’s cock of her head. He jerks his chin at Nate. “Gay.”

He is kind of a great wingman, honestly; Nate should get him something nice.

“Wow, queer party,” says Monty. “We really do always find each other, huh?”

“We’re both bi,” Clarke clarifies. “What’s the bar you like?”

Nate’s kind of absently stressed about the whole thing for about twenty-four hours, until Monty texts a picture of a small, gray kitten, with the caption: Other important parts of being a twenty-something: new cat!

And then suddenly, they’re talking. It’s not quite as easy as it was in first grade, but that is what it reminds him of, someone looking at him, liking him, and just deciding they’re going to be friends. It shouldn’t work, really, not given how long it’s been since they talked, but by some miracle, they still like all the same things.

Which, admittedly, include video games, superheroes, and comic books, so maybe they’re just immature, but Nate likes to think they were ahead of the zeitgeist as kids. They’ve just grown into it.

So he’s not exactly stressed when Friday rolls around. Instead, it’s this kind of optimistic nausea, which isn’t exactly an improvement, but is at least novel.

Monty’s already there when Nate and Bellamy show up, and Monty greets him with another hug, like some kind of freakishly affectionate monster. Who hugs people that often?

“Hey, you came! Which one is your ex?” he adds, to Bellamy. “Will she give me drinks? How blessed are you?”

He’s still tucked against Nate’s side when he asks, and when Bellamy points Gina out, Monty navigates both of them to her.

It’s a lot, and, not surprisingly, it only escalates. Monty seems to consider hugs the standard greeting for friends, so Nate can’t even read into it; Clarke and Bellamy gets hugs too, and Gina once Monty starts to get to know her. Raven and even Murphy get hugs. Nate isn’t special.

But he wants to be.

Part of him can’t help wondering if it’s just some weird residual childhood fondness, or cultural programming, like Monty’s desire to get a cat and go to a bar every week. That same impulse makes Nate think that meeting Monty again like this must be fate, that he wouldn’t be seeing him again unless it meant something.

“Or he’s hot and you want to make out with him,” Bellamy suggests.

“Or you’re projecting because you want to make out with Clarke.”

“I think this is one of those situations where you’re both right,” says Gina. “Everyone can suck at emotions and be in denial. You guys are great at that.”

“I’m not in denial,” Bellamy protests. “I know I want to make out with Clarke.”

“And I just think there could be other factors at play here.”

“So, you’re saying you think you don’t have a crush on the cute boy who likes video games and went on a thirty-minute rant about all the pros and cons of the Runaways comic and its TV adaptation,” Gina says. “You think that’s not your type?”

Nate pauses, tries to think of any counterargument and comes up completely empty. “I’m just saying, maybe he’s not as awesome as I think he is.”

Right on cue, Monty shows up, shaking snow out of his hair, and hugs Bellamy and Gina before basically draping himself on Nate’s back.

“Hey, sorry I’m late! Clarke’s on her way too, she got caught on the train. Did I miss anything?”

“Nope,” says Gina, with a bright smile. “I think you’re probably the only one who didn’t.”

*

They’ve been doing Friday drinks, Saturday coffee shop, and playing a lot of Overwatch over the Playstation Network for about two months when Monty says, “We should take this to the next level, right?”

Nate chokes on his beer, but luckily Gina is with another customer and Bellamy, Clarke, and Raven are playing pool, so no one else witnesses it. “What?”

“You haven’t met my cat yet! Not in person. That’s weird, right? You definitely should have met my cat.”

“Really? Is that a known relationship step?”

Monty seems to be thinking this over, giving it more consideration than Nate really thinks it warrants, unless this is actually a good sign. In which case–

“So, what I’m thinking is, you know, once you’re at my apartment, and you see how cute my cat is and how many video games I have an all my awesome superhero posters, you’re going to be overcome with–I guess it’s this weird kind of combination of pity and horniness? Is how I’m picturing it. That happens, and then we hook up, and inertia keeps you doing it. That would be my big, master plan with this.”

He’s not drinking, so he can’t choke again, but–

“Wow. No, that’s really not how it would go.”

“No?” he asks, a little wary, and Nate realizes his mistake.

“I would have kissed you here, if I knew you wanted me to.”

Monty stares. “You didn’t know? How did you not know? I thought I was so obvious! Jasper could tell from like my first text message. I was being so unsubtle! Oh my god, you didn’t know.”

“Sorry?”

He’s laughing, at least. “Wow. I’m–wow. Okay. I’m even worse at this than I thought. But–”

“But I like you,” says Nate. “So can I come meet your cat?”

Monty grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The rest of the evening goes basically exactly as Monty said it would, except with less pity and more genuine affection. And after, when they’re lying together in Monty’s bed, Nate can’t help asking, “You know you were my first love, right?”

“I hoped so.” He yawns. “And I’m hoping I’m going to be your last.”

Nate’s heart flips over, and he tugs Monty closer. “Yeah. I hope so too.”

[acecorvid]

Hold Me Close [Spideypool Drabble]

Anonymous said: Can I prompt something? Cuddling. Oh man, I just want to read fics where people just cuddle and snuggle and just plain touch each other. Yeah, it's rather wholesome, but oh well... Writer's choice in regards to the pairing. :)

Ah man, some tender cuddles is just what I needed too. Here ya go!

College was kicking Peter’s figurative ass. Bad guys were kicking his literal ass. Jameson was kicking his financial ass. Whether he was wearing jeans or spandex, day or night, his ass was being kicked from all angles and it was unpleasant to say the least. Profs must get off on all assigning the biggest projects all at the same time and when you’re overloading on courses it’s even harder to balance. All of the villains were getting better at planning and evading him. It’s not like he was getting injured more often but the amount that he had to chase new ones around without a moment’s rest was driving him to his limits. And Jameson. That mother-hugger would throw half of Peter’s photos back at his face for not being ‘scandalous’ enough. As though Spider-Man ever did anything scandalous. To be completely fair… his photos lately were far from quality. He didn’t have the time to stage them right or set up his camera properly. 

To put it simply, Peter Parker was an exhausted mess and he was going to collapse during an inopportune moment if he didn’t get a break soon.

He stumbled into his apartment after a particularly shitty patrol. He’d been working on his Physics assignment on a rooftop when a bank robbery decided to happen. Who the hell even thinks it’s a good idea to rob a bank in a city filled with superheroes these days? How dumb do you have to-

“Ugh stupid fricking people!”

“Language Petey.”

Peter jumped at the unexpected voice. Literally. He was clinging to his ceiling and he was very glad he’d already locked the door behind him so unsuspecting neighbors wouldn’t walk by.

“Woah, baby boy. I’m a pretty big deal but not worth that much excitement.” He held up his hands, making himself as nonthreatening as possible as he stood up from the dark living room into the light pouring in from the streetlights. Peter sighed audibly and dropped down from the ceiling. That was hilarious. Wade Wilson, trying to seem harmless after breaking into his apartment. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Wade… I thought-” There wasn’t enough energy left in his pinky finger to lecture Wade on the etiquette of not committing a crime to spend time with friends. Even friends that had a specific bond that was probably something more than friendship and that Peter usually found himself blushing whenever he thought of the possibilities. There was something there, buried under the sarcasm and flirting that Peter denied participating in. But it wasn’t something they’d seriously talked about. Wasn’t much of an option with Wade usually.

Peter sighed, dropping his bag to the floor so he could start shimmying out of his hoodie and jeans. His suit was underneath, mask already tucked away in his bag, so it wasn’t unusual for him to disrobe in front of Wade. “Look, I’m too tired for… whatever this is. Lectures or team-ups or banter. I just want to sleep. I can’t-”

“Come here.”

Wade’s tone made Peter finally look up from tugging his sneakers off so he could get his pants off. He was greeted with one Deadpool, arms stretched out as an invitation.

“Are you trying to hug me, Wade?”

“Everybody needs a hug, Pete.”

“I don’t. I need sleep. Why are you even here?”

Wade didn’t drop his open arms but he did shrug. “Noticed you out there, little off your game. Missed a couple baddies which you never do-”

Peter opened his mouth to protest or complain or panic about the prospect of not doing his best but Wade gestured for him to stop.

“Not your fault, baby boy. You’re dead on your feet. And that’s coming from me.”

That made Peter groan. If the mercenary that spends most of his days collecting his missing limbs was telling him this than Peter was worse off than he thought. “I’m so tired, Wade.”

“I know, come here.”

“I really don’t-” But the longer Peter looked at Wade, the more he let himself accept that he really wanted to fall into his arms and collapse there for at least an eternity. He kicked off his shoe and stepped out of his jeans before stumbling forward and face planting directly onto Wade’s chest. Wade’s arms circled around him instantly and hugged him close and Peter breathed out the biggest sigh of relief he’d felt in a good while.

Wade felt wonderful. His strong body surrounding him, his warmth curling around him through both of their suits, his chin resting on top of Peter’s head to keep him close, the steady beating of his heart. How long had it been since he’d hugged someone? Touched someone in a comforting way?

Peter nuzzled closer. Too long.

As he breathed in the scent of Wade, strangely clean smelling for once with a distinct lack of blood on his suit, he felt Wade pulling away and he whined softly. But Wade pulled Peter along with him and soon Peter was being pulled down onto the couch. He settled on top of Wade’s body, not worrying about squishing the man with gorgeous muscles and the best healing factor.

Their chests were pressed together, legs slotted together awkwardly but comfortably, Peter’s arms wrapped around Wade’s shoulders and Wade’s wrapped around Peter’s back. Every time Wade breathed, Peter felt himself move up a bit and it was the most comforting feeling he’d experienced in weeks.

“Mmm,” Peter murmured involuntarily when Wade started running his fingers in patterns over Peter’s tense back. Now this was the best feeling. Slowly, he was turning into putty. A relaxed puddle on top of Wade’s body. Relaxation… that was something Peter had completely forgotten about after being wound so tight for the past few months. He needed this.

“Thank you.” The words tumbled out of Peter’s mouth before he’d realized he’d put any thought into them but he was glad he said them.

He could feel Wade’s lips pull up into a smile against his forehead. “It won’t surprise you to know that I have ulterior motives. Hugging Spidey was on the top of my to-do list for at least a year and you’re compliant when you’re tired.”

“I’m compliant when I’m around you,” Peter sighed, digging his fingers into Wade’s shoulder. He was too exhausted to keep lying to both himself and Wade. “I like you. Kind of a lot. This is nice.”

Wade laughed and squeezed him tighter. “Knew you couldn’t resist this tight bod for much longer.”

Peter did not need the reminder of how “tight” Wade’s bod was while he was laying on it, pressed up against him. But his mind wasn’t capable of going there. Not tonight. They could work out these feelings another time. Right now, Peter was content with falling asleep to the soothing pressure of Wade’s hands on his back, gently working out all the tension and knots, and letting his mind take a quiet break.

Read Part Two

[mittensmorgul]

It’s Spirals All The Way Down.

I’ve been thinking about this since I made this post last night (but honestly I’ve been thinking about this since 10.23…), about how this show uses imperfect mirrors and parallels and what level of the text and subtext is actually telling us the full story here.

(and really Metatron looked directly into the camera and TOLD us this in 9.18)

But s12 especially has been structured on the foundation that ALL THE STORIES ARE WRONG. All the mirrors are flipped or broken or distorted somehow. All of our preconceived notions are fundamentally flawed. EVERYTHING in s12 is operating from this premise that “the story became the story,” even if it wasn’t TRUE. Even if it was based on a partial truth, or an extrapolation of something that someone believed was true. We’re finding out that underneath it all, none of it had ever been the FULL story.

Perspective matters. Point of view matters. Context matters. Having the entire story matters. The facts matter. And understanding all of that CHANGES the meaning for everyone.

What we believe to be true, when confronted with a new point of view or new information, makes us question the basis of our beliefs and reassess everything we always thought was true.

That’s what Mary coming back has done.

Under a cut because long, but not as long as I was expecting because Lizbob saved me typing a lot (there’s a link to her notes at the point I stopped typing to read instead... :P)

(AN: cut removed during the 2018 Tumblr Nippocalypse)

I’ve been seeing this play out all season and tagging it various things from “the story became the story” and “lies and damn lies” and “revenge of the subtext” and all the “another way” screeching, and the Rashomon Effect. It’s all about the same thing, really. And on about nine different meta and subtextual (and even surface text) levels, it describes EVERYTHING that happened in 12.20.

(seriously my brain is exploding trying to hold it all)

I think the easiest way to convey even a small part of just how fucking meta this episode was is to explain the various mirrors and parallels the episode demonstrated to us-- from the very obvious surface level story to the extremely deep-layer character and emotional stuff. Because NONE OF THE MIRRORS MATCH UP RIGHT. Because the story became the story, and all the cards are shuffled, and all the mirrors are cracked.

(it’s fucking brilliant, is what it is)

I’ll try to go about this in an orderly fashion, but knowing me, it’s gonna turn into a jumbled mess. Then again, maybe that’s metaphorically appropriate.

So here’s me just kinda going through the whole episode chronologically and pulling all the parallels.

Tasha at the beginning seems to be doing some normal things hunters do. She checks into this hotel (a lovely place on the surface, the dude at the front desk is all polite and all, but ick the woman winding yarn in the front room is >.>... which Tasha lampshades by offering to clear up her “muddy aura” for her).

Tasha even drives a green “green” car. She’s a vegan. She’s a “natural witch” who was born with her powers. She’s healthy and organic and good. Yet she’s there to look for a “borrower witch,” who got powers from a demon and is using them in evil ways. Her spell she performs lets her follow this glowy-purple representation of her own powers into this dark and dank storm cellar where she discovers something horrifying, and she’s stabbed in the back before she even has a chance to react.

Meanwhile back at the bunker, Dean is explaining how WRONG Cas seemed the night before. He’s wracking his brain trying to come up with a way to find and help Cas, because he believes Cas has been “sock-puppeted” by Lucifer Junior. In the same scene Sam unwraps the broken Colt and they discuss whether or not they can fix it… Unlike Cas who’s hopefully still in there and “whole,” the Colt might need to be rebuilt from the ground up.

A phone buzzes, and neither Dean nor Sam owns that phone… and they assume it was left behind by Mary. (and now I’m CONVINCED that phones never lose their charge in the bunker. The place came complete with free wifi and anti-gps tracking. I think at this point Tesla was a Man of Letters who built a small Wardenclyffe Tower over the bunker. Heck, it was supposed to be an old power station right? Maybe that’s more literal than we expect…)

Sam answers, and it’s Alicia calling for Mary. She’s surprised to hear Sam’s voice, and I’m thinking it’s because last time she talked to Mary she’d been trying to call DEAN, but Mary answered and went to help her instead, because Sam and Dean were “missing.” I think Mary may not have bothered to tell Alicia and Max that she’d ever “found” her sons. Nice, right? That probably leads to some of Alicia’s assumptions about the relationship between Mary and the boys that she asks Sam about later. (she’s not a hugger-- and we then see Alicia immediately exchanging a hug with her own mom to highlight that difference)

And here the parallels and mixed bag of mirrors begin to shift around.

Alicia, at the very beginning here, seems to be the very clear mirror to Dean 1.01. Max is the clear mirror to Sam in 1.01. But even this is a skewed interpretation. Because who would that make Sam and Dean? In the pilot episode, they had no one to call for help in looking for John. They had no one willing to drop everything and be with them through that. All they had was John’s journal that he left behind for them with a set of coordinates that would lead them on a mad scavenger hunt.

Sam even lampshades this parallel by telling Dean their mom’s on a hunt and hasn’t been home in a week, recalling some of the first words Dean ever said to Sam in 1.01. Which makes a weird double-mirror as Alicia and Max as a UNIT a mirror for Dean calling for help, and Sam and Dean as a UNIT a mirror for Sam in the pilot of reluctantly agreeing to go along despite having other pressing personal concerns (protecting a loved one who may be in peril if left alone-- Jess in the pilot, knowing Sam had dreams of her death days before it happened, and now Cas in 12.20-- having a potentially life changing interview for law school, or a potentially life-changing job of repairing the Colt)

While Sam gets ready to go, Dean calls Mary to tell her about Alicia’s request for help on a case (since Alicia had been trying to reach Mary in the first place), but then he breaks down and asks to just talk to Mary about his own personal issues, because he’s “spun out” about them. What have we seen him distressed about throughout this scene? CAS.

He was arguing with Sam about running off to help Alicia when all he wanted to work on was the Cas issue. Sam gives him a very well ordered and thought out list of reasons they’d already done all they could about Cas for the moment-- an APB to Jody covering three states, even! So Dean relents, but he’s so unhappy about it he is willing to open up to Mary about it.

But the very next scene sees another shift of those already imperfectly aligned mirrors.  Accidents don’t happen accidentally, and all that. First we need to check in with the other half of our story, Mary and the MoL.

Ketch is “interviewing” a shifter who’s taken on Mary’s appearance, and is creepily talking to “Real Mary” while looking “shifter Mary” in the eye, and he has NO HESITATION in torturing her, either way. Mary very pointedly refers to the shifter as “he,” despite it looking just like her, while Ketch even MORE pointedly calls the shifter “IT,” and believes IT deserves what he’s doing to it and a whole lot more. If only Mary knew what her father had been up to back in s6, torturing monsters for info on Purgatory. But this time, the information Ketch is trying to get is on the location of the shifter’s FAMILY.  It’s become PERSONAL in every way.

As soon as Sam and Dean meet up with Alicia and Max, the mirrors begin to flip. Alicia is suddenly paralleled to Sam, while Max is paralleled to Dean. But the mirrors are so imperfect. Alicia talks about how Max and Tasha have a closer bond because they’re both natural witches, and how she feels a bit left out. Sam compares that to Dean and John’s bond over hunting and how he’d always felt left out there. Meanwhile Max and Dean bond over the fact Max got the bartender’s phone number, thinks Dean’s car is “major,” and admires his grenade launcher.

And can we pause for a moment here to see the same progression from grenade launcher (NO!) to what they really need in this situation-- witch killing bullets-- that the post it notes in 12.11 led Dean to? Okay. Moment over.

Alicia asks Sam, after he talks about growing up with John, “What about with Mary?” And he stumbles over how to answer that, literally stutters over using the word, “vanishes” to describe how she disappears from their lives while hunting. She doesn’t seem like much of a hugger (which we find out Tasha and Alicia ARE in the next scene).

Creepy unfriendly guy by the creepy storm cellar… I’m sure that’s not plot-relevant.

(aside to mention that Sam has been trapped in those sorts of cellars before-- notably in 12.01-02 while being tortured by Toni Bevell, but also waaaay back in 1.12, which was another episode that dealt heavily with faith (hence the title) but also the manipulation of life and death)

Our four intrepid hunters enter the hotel and are greeted by the flower-wielding desk clerk before Tasha notices them and asks what they’re doing there. Max is like “yeah, told you everything was fine,” and Alicia is just happy to see her mom (with the hug).

***At this point, Lizbob just posted her rewatch notes, and I’m reading them and seeing just how much she already covered, so I don’t just go on randomly repeating stuff you can read elsewhere, because these notes are already approaching 2k words and I’m like a quarter of the way through the episode…

**** YEP, okay, I’m just gonna direct y’all to Lizbob’s notes, save myself loads of typing and y’all’s eyeballs lots of reading… and just leave a few notes here to expand on a couple of things. So at this point, please go read this: https://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/160349267153/12x20-watching-notes-reblog-if and then think about these few additional items:

Even the decor inside this hotel is an illusion, the fake trees and vines when outside is the real thing. Inside the hotel, things might look real on the surface, but really it’s just wallpaper…

Dean rolled his eyes at the idea of wine SEVERAL times, and yet didn’t make fun of the repeated mention of vegan food. I guess he can respect people’s lifestyle choices. BUT HE WAS EVEN ALL READY TO EAT THE VEGAN FOOD.

The Mary-Ketch Battle Royale: All season we’ve talked about how the MoL are coded in the same way as the angels. The strict structure, the OBEDIENCE above all, The Code being their Word Of God, and Ketch lampshades all of it by telling Mary that Enochian Brass Knuckles only work on angels… she points out that brass knuckles are still brass knuckles, and humans are just as vulnerable in tender places to just getting walloped with a heavy bit of metal, magic or no. :P

The witch: What a ridiculous Cain parallel. Not only did she want to “pass on her burden” in a way, she also silenced Dean in a really similar way to how Cain silenced Crowley. Plus they both had the same sort of general attitude. :P

And then at the end, Max is a mixed bag of parallels… with bits of both Dean and Sam’s current issues. He regrets not listening to Alicia’s concerns that something was wrong, and didn’t examine Tasha a little more closely to notice something was “off” about her. (Like Sam currently dismissing Dean’s passionate assertion that Cas is not acting under his own free will now. That Cas WOULDN’T ditch them, nor would he disable his phone, like Tasha did.) But he’s also brought back Alicia as a twig person, because while it’s still sort of her, it’s definitely not the original (like Sam working on the Colt, but also like the both of them have done for each other over and over again,)

But this is the way the entire SEASON is being told, through a shifting series of mirrors and callbacks to the past, but applied in different ways to different characters.

The two Mytharc plots of s12 are being told like concurrent, overlapping Monster of the Week stories, where the “case of the week” is more of a vehicle for Sam and Dean to step back and evaluate, to look within themselves and process the lessons of the Mytharc episodes. It’s like after 11 years of constantly escalating apocalyptic-level problems to deal with, s12 is giving them a whole YEAR to step back and reevaluate.

And yes the BMoL is a Big Bad, and so is Lucifer and Lucifer Jr., but the narrative is treating them like overgrown MotW monsters just in the way the plots are structured.

Everything is a slightly out of focus mirror for everything else, and it’s freaking brilliant.

[mocharoll]

A tag thing!

Tagged by @dishon-nerd !!! Thank you so much!!! <3 <3 <3 

LAST

1) Drink: Green tea!

2) Phone call: With my mom, about wot I'm getting for lunch! (might as well give detailed answers.!! Hahaha!)

3) Text message: To my mom again

4) Song listened to: CP Violation, if that counts! Having sosososo many Half Life feels these days smH!!

5) Time you cried: OoOh! A week ago when I saw Logan!

6) Dated somebody twice: Not really sure wot this means, but I've never dated anyone twice, if that's what it meanz!

7) Been cheated on: Nope, thank Gawd!

8) Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope!

9) Lost someone special: I lost my grandma when I was 13. Don't know if this counts because I wasn't there to experience it first hand, but my grandparents at my mom's side. Both of them, my granddad was an amazing surgeon and my grandma was pretty much a queen, were so so nice and special and they would have made such great grandparents. They passed away when my mom was 17 and I never got to meet them. Would have been the loveliest thing. I miss them every day! <3

10) Been depressed: I don't remember the last time I was, but it was a long time ago thankfully. Probably around 3 years ago when I started getting medication concerning my mental health- and when it was at it's worst. It wasn't a good time, basically! <3

11) Gotten drunk and puked: A year ago actually, though it was much more extreme than that. Haven't had that much alcohol ever since.

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Reds!

13) Lilac / violet

14) Fuchsia

IN THE LAST YEAR YOU HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends: Definitely!

16) Fallen out of love: Thankfully! It was making me lose my sense of direction and it was more harmful than positive, so I gradually got over it. But again, was it /truly/ love? I don't think so anymore, but I didn't want to leave this empty!

17) Laughed until you cried: Happens once every week thankfully!

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: Hhhh, I did! And it was in fact wrong information they were giving each other too, something they'd overheard and I reckon they had absolutely nothing to do so they began to talk about it when they saw me at the canteen, so I went up to them trying to be as polite as possible- and fixed that information, so that the assfarts could at least do it right! Really proud of that moment!

19) Met someone who changed your life: Ohh definitely!

20) Found out who your true friends are: Learned that a lowng time ago, but I was reminded!

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Actually, yus! It was the first day in 2nd grade though  

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends: Around 100 I think!

23) Pets: A Lab called Chico!

24) Want to change your name: I'm really fond of it, honestly!

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday: A toy microscope, two dresses, an abstract t-shirt, a nice skull ring and skull earrings

26) Time I woke up: 6 am.! Hhhhhh!

27) Were you doing at midnight: Sleepz!

28) Can’t you wait for: whEN Half Life 3 comes one day......!!! Hahahah! Seriously though, when 21st of June finally passes! That's when all my university entrance exams will be over!!

29) Was the last time you saw your mom: A few secs ago!

30) Was something you wish you could change about your life: Definitely how I reacted to distressing situations 3 or 2 years ago- my mind was at a fragile state back then and I've reacted miserably. Wish I could have faced them as my current self. Oh well! <3

31) Are you listening to right now: Nothing, really! Sound of my dog's pants, maybe!? <3

32) Gets on your nerves: My answers are pretty much the same as Josi's, ngl! <3 I hate /especially/ animal cruelty, racists and haters of lgbtq and women rights in general, superficial, uncaring, shallow minded folk.. and assholes in general!

33) Talked to a person named Tom: Ohh! Well it's been at least 4 months since I texted a Tom! Hope he's doing alright! <3

34) Is your most visited website: Either Fallen London or youtube! But I've been on Pinterest a lot as well

35) Elementary school/primary school: A fairly liberal viewed private school with a considerable amount of snobs but really really great people in an even greater number. I love it ngl!

36) High School: Same as above! I'm still there- Iz my last year though!

37) College: To Be Announced.!! Hahahahah! <3

38) Hair colour: Dark brown!

39) Long/short hair: Long-ish right now, but I've always loved short/medium hair!

40) Crush: Always have one! Hhahaha!

41) Do you like about yourself: Hrm! Honestly I've never done something like this! Well, I like how I'm forgiving and able to be positive, passionate about wot I love and how I'm at peace with myself- I love how my heart is open and I love to give affection as much as I love getting it! I like how creative and intellectual I am and how I can fluctuate between super crazy goofy and serious thoughtful attitudes at the right momentz!  

42) Piercings: One on my right ear (cartilage)! Pretty sure it's closed now though

43) Blood type: B rH+ ! <3

44) Nickname: Zeyno (most of the time), Raine or Strong (internet fwiends), Queen (family only! Hahahaha!)

45) Relationship status: Lowng distance!

46) Zodiac: Leoooo!!

47) Pronouns: She/her

48) Favourite show: House

49) Tattoos: None for now!

50) Left or right handed: Leftie!

51) Surgery: None, thank Gawd!

52) Piercings: Ear cartilage, hurt a lot but it was kinda fun ngl!

53) Best friend: A gurl called Özge (since like 2nd grade!)

54) Sport: I do mostly swimming and cardio!

55) Vacation: Italy, Greece and Izmir are my favs!

56) Pair of shoes: My first high heeled black boots!

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: Nothing

58) Drinking: Air!? Hahahahah!

59) I am about to: Rush to the theatre cause it'll start in like 30 mins hhhhhh!!

60) Listening to: Half Life 2 soundtracks

61) Waiting for: my darn nail polish to dry!

62) Want to see: how the city lights look like in the night!

63) Want to get married: Don't really care!

64) Career: At a gud university's research facility, at WHO (maybeeee!!) or working at labs and samples and wot not for a company as a biologist!  

65) Hugs/kisses: Kisses! Not much of a hugger!

66) Lips/eyes:Oooh! Hm! Eyes get me nervous sometimes, so lipz!

67) Taller/shorter: Really really don't mind! I'm like 170 cm- anything works!

68) Younger/older: Hrm! This one's kind of odd for me!- With gurls I don't have a preference, but with guys, I like an older guy!

69) Romantic/spontaneous: Romantic!

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: As long as the person is nice, I don't really care! I'm really fond of nice stomachs tho!

71) Sensitive/loud: “sensitive, but loud in the right situations” Exactly this!

72) Hookup/relationship: Relationships- I've never liked hookups

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: Hrm! I prefer a gud mix of the two!

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger: Not yet.! Hahahah! <3

75) Drank hard liquor: Yus!

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: Thank Gawd I didn't!

77) Turned someone down: Yus

78) Canoodling on a first date: Nope!

79) Broken someone’s heart: Mrm, once I think- because the feelings this one guy had for me wasn't mutual

80) Had your own heart broken: I think so- I'm lowng over it thankfully!

81) Been arrested: Nope!

82) Cried when someone died: A zillion times (be it fictional or real)

83) Fallen for a friend: I have! That's how that lowng distance relationship started!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: Yus!

85) Miracles: Yus!

86) Santa Claus: Not really in the fairytail-ish sense, but as a person in history, I think I do!

87) Kisses on a first date: Ehh, maybe! Depends on how I feel about it!

88) Angels: Ngl, I kınd of do!

89) Love at first sight: Maybe!

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: Özge

91) Eye colour: Really dark brown!

92) Favourite movie: Don't have /one/ favourite! But I love V for Vendetta, Some Like It Hot, The Dark Knight, Theory of Everything, Logan, High Society, Gone With The Wind, HP Deathly Hallows part 1 especially, Philadelphia is definitely so up there, Fathers and Daughters, Don't Bother To Knock (amazing Marilyn performance!), Niagara, breakfast at Tiffany's, To Rome With Love, Blue Jasmine, Moonlight (hhh!!), La La Land, Spy Game (saved the best for the last!!!!!)    

I’m tagging: @theearlgrey @dishonored-pendletwin @galadrielkenobi  @imperatorsapphiosa @certified-llama-chauffeur @rubinsammler @bluedarue @stuck-in--the-void @cheesecake-for-dayz @panda-with-problems @zombieparadeimpulses  If you guyz want to do it!!!! <33333