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kingofthewilderwest · 4 years

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What's amatonormativity??

I’d encourage you to go to Google or check out tumblr tags and posts on amatonormativity to learn more!

Amatonormativity is the internalized cultural mindset that romance is default and central. It especially conceives of romance as the single most important relationship in someone’s life, to the point it should be focused upon and sought out above any other bond. It treats romance like the universal ultimate solution to any of our emotional bond problems (loneliness, intimacy, trust, support, longevity of relationships, etc.). Amatonormativity is heavily ingrained in many societies, like the mindset I find in people in the United States.

Of course romance isn’t a bad life experience! For many people, it can bring great joy. When people criticize amatonormativity, people aren’t criticizing that romance can be a great thing in someone’s life. The problem with amatonormativity is that it treats romance as the ULTIMATE thing, the ONE solution to our need for emotional fulfillment.

It’s important to understand that amatonormativity has profound negative side effects, whether you’re allo or aro, whether you’re queer or straight, and whatever gender you are. Society takes a lot of things for granted regarding romance and this can stunt our happiness. It stunts our ability to bond with other people around us or find satisfaction within our lives.

Amatonormativity underlies emotionally stunting assumptions like..... (disclaimer... I will often use language defaulting to the Western cishet perspective, because that’s the mindset of my broader society... I myself am an aroace enby and have more nuanced understandings of gender, gender expression, gender roles, sexual attraction and identity, romantic attraction and identity, etc.)

Automatically assuming that just because a man talks to a woman, the interaction MUST be romantic in nature (this of course intertwines with heteronormativity -- many of my points will intertwine with heteronormativity). It assumes there’s no such thing as “just friends” between people of “opposite” genders. This in turn can result in us losing opportunities to bond to, understand, or properly respect... literally half the human population.

Treating friendships as secondary. Treating friendships as temporary. Treating friendships as more replaceable than romance. Treating friendships as less “deep” and important to our time than romance, even a romance you started two days ago with someone you met last week. By doing this, we lose the chance to grow deeper with someone near us. It limits the potential by which we can bond with another human soul and find happiness.

The belief we are unlovable and not worth anything because we can’t find a romantic partner. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen people disregard their own worth because of this, and it makes me deeply sad. The truth is that our worth is not at all tied to whether we have a romantic partner. We can be so deeply loved and cherished in all sorts of relationships. Of course it’s still valid if you feel single blues because you want a romantic partner, but tying the concept into “I am worthless OR I’m dating” clearly is an emotionally harmful concept. It can result in everything down to hooking up in a relationship that you aren’t ready for or don’t like as much as you pretend you do.

The belief that we are utterly alone without a romantic partner. I notice this often ties into the amatonormative belief that we can only get good physical touch, trust, emotional and physical intimacy, etc. through a romantic partner. I feel this mindset is especially pronounced in cishet men, since USA culture treats masculinity as lacking outwardly expressed vulnerability, and ergo you might not be getting your emotional needs met through your platonic and familial relations. The one “accepted” way of getting your emotional needs met comes through The Girlfriend / Wife. This belief prevents us from reaching out and finding support through other people in our lives. We can find love and comfort in friends. We can confide about our emotional struggles and find relational intimacy (great trust!) through familial and platonic bonds. Hugs, snuggling, other acts of physical affection are what humans need, and don’t need to be relegated to One Person Only. Plus... if we assume that our emotional struggles should be fulfilled by One Person Only... that puts enormous pressure on that partner to provide for everything. No one’s that strong. We need support networks, not one designated “save me” individual. It’s pure unhealthiness to mount burdens only on one person, and bottle yourself up otherwise. I often see this fallacy pop up when people start a new romantic relationship. You might barely know the person, and yet you’re trying to rely on them for everything, and you’re trying to be the person they’ll rely on for everything. You dive deep into the expectations before you really know how to handle it, and in the process become psychologically overwhelmed because of the Huge Responsibilities this role seems to entail. Being in a romance doesn’t automatically mean you’ve reached peak intimacy! Note: it’s not to say that romance can’t be a major avenue of security. Of course it’s a great way to fulfill intimacy, trust, physical needs, etc. Of course it can become a bond full of loyalty. But romance is actually like any other relationship... a familial relation can be weak or it can be strong, a platonic relation can be weak or it can be strong, and a romantic bond can be weak or it can be strong. The fallacy is that we are treating romance as *THE* way to fulfill all these diverse emotional problems, socking it onto one individual when it might be beyond their single load to bear, and then not seeking out help from the other sources that are around us.

The belief that the only person you can live with is a romantic partner. Living with non-romantic roommates (aka living with friends) is seen as an undesirable inconvenience and something you only do temporarily because you financially have to. It’s seen as an immature youthful thing rather than something an established adult might do. Living with friends long-term out of chosen happiness is not something that crosses the mind of many people... it’s assumed you’ll either move out to live on your own, or marry and go and live with your partner.

The belief that adulthood progresses through a very specific sequence of events. You go to school. You leave on your own. You marry. You get a house. You have kids. There’s a reason it’s common for family to nag you “When are you going to get married? When are you going to get married?” Because clearly you haven’t made an important step of adulthood, an important step in life, unless you get married. I’ve noticed that for many of my friends, even those who are comfortable with the life choice to not get married... they express they don’t feel “as adult” as their married peers. And many people in society won’t treat them “as adult.”

Harmful beliefs downplaying spousal abuse, like those people who try to argue “you can’t rape your wife / husband / spouse / girlfriend / boyfriend / significant enby / significant dumbass. That’s not what rape means.” Because a sexual-romance is the GOOD thing, right?

AND MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MORE!!!

Some people of course have a better handle on their relationships than others. Some people are better at ignoring what society considers most important or most default. Some of what I’ve said above is when these beliefs are treated to their utmost, rather than what some people will do (lots of people have close “besties”, for instance). But amatonormativity+heteronormativity creeps in everywhere in society.

It’s the reason why, in most Hollywood movies, the protagonist is a man and the main actress is his romantic partner. It’s the reason why these two characters might start a steamy romance even before they know each other well; who needs to write ACTUAL understanding between the two characters when they obviously are going to fall in love and fuck?

It’s the reason why advertisements are so sex-oriented (reminder note: society usually doesn’t distinguish sexual and romantic bonds). Advertisements try to make their product appealing by associating it to romance, the Ultimate Desirable. Here’s how to make you look hot so you can attract someone in a romantic-sexual relationship, because THAT’S the ultimate goal of life, right?

It’s embedded in linguistic expressions. If someone asks if you’re dating, you respond, “No, she’s only a friend.” Or. “No. We’re just friends.” Friendship is being treated as lesser. Breakups are treated as inevitably bad even if you choose to be friends afterwards -- because clearly being friends is “taking a step back”, right? Even the word “break up” -- oooo that’s bad sounding! (There have been multiple times I’ve ended romantic relationships where I’ve turned the phraseology on the head and told them it’s a step forward to better, happier, healthier, stronger bonds... and they had to think it through, because amatonormative society forgets this can be the case.) “Friendzoning” is seen as a crime in part because you’re not going to be as intimate with someone as you want to be... despite the fact that having a non-romantic and/or non-sexual relationship with someone could be JUST as meaningful and deep!

I’ve FREQUENTLY seen church study groups that offer only these options: young adult small groups, women’s small groups, men’s small groups, and married couple’s small groups. Because clearly the only “mixed” gender situations out there are when you’re too young to be married, or you’re married.

And frankly, I think it’s one of the reasons why fandom likes to play hook-up with all the characters. Shipping is SO much fun! I love shipping! This is not a comment against the act of shipping! But if everyone needs a romantic partner to be happy...... mmmmm.... yeah let’s rethink what the underlying assumption is here. It’s that default assumption that “romance=happiness, romance=ultimate goal, romance=happily ever after, friendship=lesser.” If two characters in a show don’t canonically hook up, fans can get angry... even if the relationship showed on screen is one with a lot of trust, loyalty, happiness, and intimacy.

I am aroace. I don’t know how many other friends in the aro and/or ace community have talked about how lonely and unhappy they feel, because all their friends around them are looking for sex and romance and ergo don’t treat their friendship deep enough for my friends to get their emotional needs met. It’s easy to feel left out in a world where everyone is looking for romance, and ergo you are never the bond they want to pursue.

There are many ways in which we can achieve close bonds with people. This is why I think it’s important to talk about amatonormativity. Again, I’m SO happy when my friends are happy in a good romance. That’s a good thing!!! But it’s so psychologically destructive, whether you’re aro or allo, to live in a world where romance is considered The One And Only Key to relational happiness.

Talking about amatonormativity has the goal of helping us be aware about how society idolizes romance and/or sex. The goal is to help everyone know we have many options by which to pursue good, deep bonds in a variety of ways. The goal is to make sure we don’t treat romance as the only acceptable way to live. The goal is finding ways for humans to get our needs fulfilled healthily and widespreadly. The goal is to be more comfortable with and more accepting of people who don’t follow The One Righteous Path Of Required Romance, so that we can all be more comfortable with ourselves and the relations around us -- including being comfortable with our romances!

#long post #amatonormativity #heteronormativity #analysis #my analysis #ask #ask me #non-dragons #LGBTQ #LGBTQIA #queer community #aroace #awesome anonymous friend #Anonymous

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franklyshipping · 4 years

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Cyber-Flustering ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE ANOTHER WONDERFUL AND JAZZY ANONYMOUS PROMPT WITH OUR FAVOURITE GLITCHY BOY HECKIN GETTING IT! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch and @googlee-oliver

This was it for Anti. He had five minutes. Five minutes left to figure out who was doing this to him. Three weeks ago, someone had set up an Instagram account. Anti knew it had to be an ego, because only someone he lived with could have gotten the videos and pictures that ended up being posted. Pictures of him smiling or mid-sneeze or interacting with Gab’s cat, and videos of him snort-laughing or giggling or crafting with Robbie or napping with three blankets wrapped around him. And everything was captioned with something calling out how cute he was being…..and in the bio of the account, was a message directly to him. Anti blushed as he looked at his phone, re-reading the bio for the millionth time.

“Hey Anti! I’m sure this account documenting all your cutest moments is flustering enough for you….but let’s take it up a level, shall we? If in three weeks to the day you still haven’t figured out who I am….then I’m going to find you, and tickle you on a lovely livestream for aaall the followers of this account to see! That’ll round off the content nicely, don’t you think? Can’t wait to see if you find me out or not, good luck!”

Anti tossed his phone on his bed and buried his face in his hands, whining as a flustered smile spread across his face. In the first week of the account being up he’d been like Sherlock Holmes, trying to analyse every single ego out of embarrassment at the world seeing all this content. However, he soon came to realise that the account was only letting fellow egos follow it and see the content, which made Anti feel far better about it. Also, as the days continued to go by…..though it was all still flustering, Anti at the same time felt more loved than he’d ever felt before. Not just from the complimentary captions, but the comments from the other egos were so….kind and sweet. He didn’t feel belittled or mocked, he just felt surrounded by love.

So, in the third week especially….Anti had kinda stopped trying to figure out who the person was. Frankly, the thought of being tickled with the egos as an audience made him kinda excited, especially with how he knew they all cared about him and still respected him and his strength whilst he still liked things like tickling. So Anti was now just waiting….and soon enough, the time flicked to 8pm…...and he got a message on Instagram….from the account itself. He nibbled his lip as he opened it and read it.

“Uh oh, looks like your time is up! If I’m honest, I’m glad that this is the outcome…..now, come to the main living room, it’s time for our little livestream!”

Anti gulped, but took a breath and hurriedly replied.

“I’m on my way.”

Thus, he got up, and headed to the living room….and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he got chills down his spine. The lights were dimmed, the main couch was very obviously set up with a pillow, and there was a phone set up on a tripod….already streaming. Anti tentatively walked in front of the camera, glancing at the screen, before looking around and calling out.

‘Alright….I-I’m here, you win….who are ya?’

Anti gulped when he suddenly heard a little giggle from the darkness….but NOTHING could have prepared him for who actually stepped out of the shadows. Anti gawked, gobsmacked as he looked the person up and down, before whispering in disbelief.

‘…..O-Oliver?’

The kind-hearted, sweet android with golden eyes giggled and grinned, his tongue poking out through his teeth as he sauntered to Anti, cooing to him.

‘Hey there GlitchyKitchy.’

Anti blushed….the damned name of the account was flustering enough by itself. Anti was astonished. Out of everyone that it could have been, Oliver was the literally the LAST person he would ever have suspected doing anything like this! It was so mischievous and sneaky, and now all Anti wanted to know was why the heck Oliver decided to take it upon himself to start this teasy vendetta against him.

‘I-I….I-….I-I don’t understand….why?’

Oliver grinned fondly at Anti. It was true, mischief and secrecy weren’t things that came naturally to Oliver, and he had to muster up some courage and determination to actually do all this….but he had a very compelling reason driving him. A reason which he now revealed to Anti with a sweet, affectionate smile.

‘Well…..almost everyday people tell me I’m sweet, or cute, or adorable. And every time I hear something like that it always just….lifts me up. It gives me butterflies, no matter how hard a day I’m having, hearing stuff like that from people makes me so happy. I wanted you to feel that too, because I think you deserve it.’

Anti blinked. He was just….lost for words. Oliver did this, made a secret account and spent all that time and effort collating flustering pictures and videos of him….just to try and make him happy? The usually wild man was struck silent with bashfulness, because this was literally the kindest, sweetest thing that anybody had ever done for him…..ever. Oliver’s internal processors whirred and warmed affectionately at seeing Anti be so struck and bashful and happy, and Oliver was so happy that he’d done this for the guy, because Oliver knew that behind the knife-play and wildness….Anti was a good person who deserved sweet attention like everyone else. Oliver went up to him, and Anti shivered at the android’s gentle smirk.

‘Now then, why don’t you have a little lie down?’

Anti nibbled his lip as he glanced to the couch, before clearing his throat and replying challengingly.

‘And if I don’t?’

Oliver giggled. It was a sweet sound, but it gave Anti chills, especially with what Oliver said next.

‘Oh Anti, don’t forget that I’m an android. I am just as strong as my brothers, and I could make you lie down with only one hand if I really wanted to. I want to be nice to you Anti….do you want me to be nice to you?’

Anti got more chills. He never thought he’d see the day where Oliver, the sweetest of them all, made him feel flustered and intimidated. Anti nibbled his lip lightly, before averting his gaze with a nervous smile.

‘Y-Yeah….I guess….’

‘Good, now get yourself comfy!’

Anti bashfully lay down on the couch on his back, squirming as he get comfortable, trying to school himself and at least make it look like he had at least SOME resolve to be working with. Alas, this was foiled when Oliver sat on the edge of the couch and gasped brightly as he gestured to the livestream.

‘Oh look, there’s so many people watching already! Everyone must reeeally wanna see you get tickled Anti.’

Anti ended up smiling a shaky smile and letting out a quiet whine as he look anywhere he could except for the livestream. It was a noise which the ordinary person probably wouldn’t hear, but with Oliver being a Google, he heard it alright. The first cute noise of many. Oliver giggled, wasting no more time as he straddled Anti’s legs and kept Anti’s arms pinned beneath his knees, and Anti let him, because he knew that Oliver was the one with the power here. The squirming man let out another quiet whine as Oliver lightly cracked his knuckles, before waggling his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers in the air playfully.

‘Oh where oh where to tickle first! You’ve got so many sweet spots to choose from!’

Anti pursed his lips as he retorted embarrassedly.

‘I-I do not!’

Oliver raised an eyebrow as he giggled affectionately.

‘Oh yeah? You sure about that? Because I’ve already spied two cute lil tickle spots riiight….here!’

Anti gasped and yelped as Oliver reached and started gently scratching behind his (small, elf-like and adorable) ears, and the poor guy just burst into jittery giggles. Oliver felt like he was going to melt, because Anti’s natural non-maniacal giggles were the sweetest things ever.

‘AGH! N-Nahahat gehehet ahahaway!’

Oliver grinned at his cute protests, and kept softly scratching as he cooed.

‘Awww but your little ears are so cuuute, I can’t not tickle them! Plus, these are your consequences for not figuring out who I was.’

Anti kept giggling as he tossed his head about, but nothing could dislodge the gentle tickling. So, through pinker cheeks and splutters, Anti tried a threat out for size.

‘I-Ihihihi’ll b-bihihite yohohou!’

Oliver giggled at the threat, because when it came from someone consumed by bouncy giggles it didn’t exactly fill Oliver with fear. On the contrary, it gave him some inspiration. Allow me to present to you, the biggest backfire in tickling history.

‘Not if I bite you first!’

Oliver purred, before eagerly diving down and nibbling the shell of one of Anti’s ears, making him squeal in ticklish shock and kick his feet at the new, evil sensation. His giggles reached a much higher pitch too, and he realised that he’d literally just brought that on himself.

‘Nahahaha ohohoho my gahahahad!!’

‘Mmmmm nummyyy!’

Oliver hummed, making Anti squeak more and blush harder as the goofy android made the silliest nomming noises that he possibly could as he nibbled all over Anti’s ear. The fact that Oliver was being so silly rather than sinister with his tickling affected Anti more, it made him giddier. Usually if someone tried to intimidate im amidst tickling, it hardened his resolve because he could bite back, but with silliness it just turned him into happy mush.

‘S-Stahahahap wihihith the nohohohisehes yohou gohohoof!!’

‘But I can’t help it! It’s in my programing to make noises when I eat!’

Oliver retorted to Anti’s exclamation, making Anti snort and shake his head at this absolute gooby goofer of an android.

‘Thahahat ihihihis suhuhuch buhuhullshit!’

Oliver gasped. Oh he was NOT having that kind of language!

‘Hey! Don’t be so rude!’

Oliver nipped right behind Anti’s ear, making Anti yelp and jerk his head to the side adorably as he exclaimed VERY quickly.

‘Ohohohokahay okAHAY! Ihihi’m sohohorry!’

Oliver giggled, and leant up because he was always nice at heart, and he ruffled Anti’s already messy hair gently as he replied.

‘Apology accepted! Now then, where to tickle next?’

Oliver started tapping his chin in thought as his eyes flicked down over Anti’s body, which made the man squirm in adorable anticipation. You know when a tickler is looking all over your body, trying to decide where to go, and it feels like you’re being scanned? Well, this time it was literal, which made it all the more flustering for Anti because he knew Oliver could see ever little nerve in his body. Oliver giggled amusedly at Anti’s restlessness.

‘Yohou’re such a cute lil wriggler!’

Anti pursed his lips, and ended up letting out a half-growl half-whine sort of noise as he replied.

‘O-Only cuz you’re t-teasin’!’

Oliver giggled again, before beaming brightly as he replied.

‘Ahaawww I’m sorry, would you rather I just got on with it? Okey dokey! Let’s try these ribs shall we?’

Anti spluttered at the sudden shift, which meant he couldn’t prepare any defence as Oliver’s fingers darted to his ribcage, scratching light and fast in the most diabolical way. Anti was a mess of cackles in seconds, arching his back as he babbled.

‘NAHAHA NAHA W-WAHAHAIT OHOHLIII!’

Oliver put on a mock innocent expression, cocking his head down at Anti like butter wouldn’t freakin’ melt.

‘But you wanted me to just get on with it didn’t you?’

Anti whined through his cackles, and as he tried to retort, Oliver picked that moment to spontaneously pinch his uppermost ribs. Let’s just say that as a result, Anti didn’t get across everything that he wanted to say.

‘IHIHI NEHEHEVER SAHAHAID-EEEK!’

‘Never said what? Sorry bud, I don’t think even my sensors could catch that!’

Oliver replied with a teasy giggle, and decided to keep pinching the new sweet spots which had Anti thrashing and yipping amidst his open mouthed cackling fit. He was so flustered and giddy and loving how playful the tickling was, he’d never admit it obviously, but he was loving it none the less, despite his faux protests.

‘NAHAHAT THEHEHERE NAHAT THEHEHEEEERE!’

Oliver grinned fondly, and lean down nice and close to him so he could croon as he kept tickling him.

‘Awww this is another sweet spot isn’t it? Riiight at the top of the ribbies!’

‘OHOHOHOLIHI C’MOHOHOON!’

Anti wailed at the teasing, which made Oliver hum down at him with playful nonchalance.

‘Well, where is it you’d rather I tickle?’

Anti’s blush was creeping down his neck now, and he threw his head back with all his mind-swirling flusteredness as he exclaimed cutely.

‘IHIHIHI DUHUHUNNOHOOO!’

Oliver couldn’t keep the grin off his face now, Anti was just too endearing and perfect not to constantly smile at. Oliver kept up the tickling as he subtly glanced over Anti’s body again….before spying that Anti’s t-shirt had had ridden up, thus exposing a rather precious little button. Oliver chuckled, before cocking his head at Anti.

‘Are you sure you want me to stop tickling your ribs?’

Amidst his mirth, Anti hadn’t noticed Oliver’s little ploy, and he didn’t think….he just nodded.

‘YESYESYESYESYEHEHEHES!’

‘Okey dokey!’

Oliver let up with a bright smile, and let Anti gasp and pant for a few moments, since he was a sweet tickler like that. Anti was relieved for the time Oli gave him to get his breath back, and he slowly refocused on the android….but then his eyes widened as he watched where Oliver was headed. The android had shifted a little further down, and now had his lips hovering over Anti’s bellybutton. The poor glitch was speechless, which allowed Oliver to grin, wink, and then blow a rippling raspberry right onto his navel. Anti just absolutely screamed with laughter.

‘AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! OHOHOHOLIHIHIHAHAHAHA!!!’

Oliver gasped in amazement at Anti’s strong reaction, and eagerly blew another raspberry to make Anti shriek before he teased.

‘How’s this Anti? Do you like this better? I think I do!’

Anti was shrieking with wild laughter, kicking his legs and arching his back sharply at each raspberry, and the poor man as just becoming more and more incoherent by the second.

‘OLIHIHIHIIIII IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKAHAHAHA!!!’

‘Wohoah, it must really tickle if you can’t finish your words! I’m so glad I did this, you look like you’re having lots of fun!’

Of course, despite how mad and intense it was, this was the truth. Anti was loving the hell out of every tickly and torturous second, and in all honesty this was probably going to end up being the highlight of Anti’s whole freakin’ month.

‘SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHAHAHA!!!’

Oliver giggled, and nuzzled his nose into Anti’s navel as he cooed.

‘Oops, did I fluster you a lil bit there?’

Anti had tears in his eyes as he writhed about…..before his laughter went silent. Oliver smiled fondly and leant up, having mercy properly now because he could see that Anti had taken as much as he could take. The android carefully released Anti’s arms as the man panted and caught his breath, but then Oliver’s felt his heart-core swell when Anti grinned up at him and spoke amidst giggles.

‘Yohou….ahare the mohost mischiehevous cute person….Ihi’ve ever mehet….oho jeez….’

Anti hugged his middle, rubbing it as Oliver beamed bashfully, before replying brightly.

‘Well I could say the same about you!’

Anti giggled, and smiled when Oliver helped him sit up, as well as promptly giving him a loving cuddle. Then though, Anti’s blush bloomed once more when Oliver turned to the still-going livestream, and he hid his face in his hands when he suddenly remembered that every ego had been watching all of that. He whined as Oliver grinned and addressed it.

‘Well, I think we can all agree that this was pretty freakin’ cute! Now, if any of you guys wanna give our trooper here a cuddle then you’d better get down here quick before I take over!’

Anti snorted and giggled embarrassedly at first…but then, he nearly got new tears in his eyes when he suddenly heard sounds of stampeding, hurrying footsteps throughout the whole of the manor. Anti smiled, and Oliver grinned, satisfied that he’d completed his mission…..because Anti definitely felt happy, and oh so loved.

WOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Sunshower 12

“Wow, That sure is a lot of you just dumped onto me.” Kali said to Ilia. The two women sat on the Belladonna porch and drunk tea, discussing the events that had transpired recently. “So, did it feel good?” The feline smiled.

Ilia slouched in her chair. “I don’t see how that is important.”

“Mmmmm I think you do.” Kali bluntly stated. “It’s definitely not the most important, but definitely top ten. Five...maybe three?”

“Can we move on from this if I answer the question?”

“Of course!” A childish smile grew on Kali, as if she was a gossiping school girl. Ilia took a long sip of her tea before looking into it. She had an answer to Kali’s question. Thinking about it was just so...much. Damn Sun, making her brain do these mental gymnastics. “It felt...gratifying. No, that’s not the word. Each time was under a different circumstance but all three times had this strange feeling I can’t quite describe. I just know the feeling wasn’t a bad one. It was very exposing, in more ways than one.”

Kali nodded, “I see. Makes perfect sense”

“What makes you say that? I sound like a riddle.”

“Yeah that’s emotions for you, they don’t make sense most of the time. Not unless you take the time to understand what causes them.” Kali watched Ilia’s face scrunch up. Kali couldn’t help but giggle. “Sorry, I don’t mean to make light of your situation by any means. I just wasn’t expecting such a face.”

“You should’ve. What exactly do you mean by ‘understand what causes them?’ I hope you’re not implying…” Ilia turned a little pink.

“Ha! That’s between you and him” Kali waved her back forth. She would never give such reckless advice, on the first go around. “All I meant was to look inward, ask the big questions you know you’re avoiding. Making mountains out of molehills is a problem both you and Blake share.”

Hearing that didn’t exactly give Ilia a warm feeling. Thinking about Blake still made her very upset. Kali caught on to the girl’s unpleasant silence.

“Sun gave off that same demeanor when he was around Blake.” Ilia snapped back into the conversation now she was looking guilty. Kali smiled softly. “Now, now, no need for that face. Like I said before, emotions take time to understand. The same way hurt needs time to heal. I do hope you both don’t remain upset with my daughter. You mean so much to her.”

Coming to Kali was a good idea. Her words were always so understanding. Neptune had been doing a good job but it felt good to have a more familiar face to confide in. Judy would’ve been good if she wasn’t so….Judy all the time.

“I know. The problem was she meant more to me than I did her, but I’d rather not get into that at the moment. Let’s back pedal a bit. What do you personally think would be a good way to start sorting things out?”

“You see I’m more of a full throttle kind of woman, but that might be too much for you.”She laughed lewdly, emotions make themselves known in the heat of the moment.”

Ilia was once again rethinking her decision to tell Kali. “Please be serious.”

“I am!!!” Kali exclaimed, her tea almost spilling. “That’s up to you though. It gets results though.” More pink spread on Ilia’s face. “Kali, that’s not an option! In case you have forgotten, I’m me!”

“So?”

“What do you mean so? Sun is outside my particular wheelhouse. That would be weird, completely out of the question.”

“Yet here you are, telling me he’s taken you to bed.”

“Hey, I took him to bed. Not the other way around.” Ilia corrected.

“Sweetie you are only making my point more valid.”

“I...well...that doesn’t change anything! Listen this is uncharted territory for me and it’s for good reason. Guys don’t do it for me. Never have, never will. Connecting, confiding, simply just being myself; I’ve learned a long time ago who brings those out of me. It would be insensitive to Sun if I toyed with him in such a way. He’s a good guy, a friend. He’s my friend.” Those words made her smile. It was nice to call him a friend. So why did it make her feel selfish too. Inconsiderate even.

Kali kept carefully watching the girl as she poured more tea. Though Ilia was fairly mature for her age, Kali had to remember most of it came from experience derived from sorrow. Outward forces had shaped her. It was tough to say just how much internal self reflection she’s done, but Kali was positive the subject of romantic feelings was one Ilia had a thorough rasp on. Still, like everyone, there’s always a few things that get overlooked or haven’t been explored yet.

“You have a good point, You would know yourself better than anyone else would. I bet this is a topic you’ve had with yourself countless times. Yet I can’t but wonder….” her voice trailed off, confusing Ilia.

“Wonder what?”

“The world is a big place with countless people. Plenty of which fall into groups we don’t usually find ourselves associating with. Like how the White Fang. Many members chose a side that resonated with them, but it didn’t mean there weren’t a few who looked on the opposing side and saw someone and felt connected with. Haven is proof of that. You’re proof of that. I know I may be out of line and even far too presumptuous, but is it too crazy to think one person who doesn’t fit into your usual ‘wheelhouse’ might work just as well; that a single boy out of billions could...invoke feelings of some kind?

Ilia didn’t know how to respond to a question like that. She wasn’t even sure if she followed the logic correctly. It had to be false though, right? One out of two consistencies in her life had already been toppled over when she turned traitor. She was so sure about Adam’s actions. Her actions, but those were called into question; until eventually she realized the cracks in those beliefs. This was different though. It wasn’t political, it was personal. Ilia knew who she was in that regard. If she didn’t then…

“If you’re right, then what does that say about me?” Ilia clenched her teacup,cracking it from the pressure from her anxious hands. She didn’t know why but she could feel herself tear up. “I’ve never known anything about myself my entire life? That can’t be true.”

“It isn’t. It just means you’re growing. What you know is gaining more knowledge.”

“That’s frustrating. It’s downright upsetting, and scary.”

“Sounds like to me you just understood your feelings”

Ilia let out a small gasp. Her eyes widened, shocked about the way Kali had gotten an inkling of Ilia’s complex feelings figured out.

Kali took Ilia by the hand. “Now then, what are you going to do with that knowledge?”

“The million lien question. Doing nothing would be the terrible option huh?” Ilia rubbed her chin, putting critical thought into what her next moved to be. “I guess…”

xxxx

“You’re skipping out on tonight!?” Judy blurted out.

Ilia put her hand over the cops mouth to silence them. “Shhhh! Why are you being so loud!? I don’t think Dan wants to hear you from the kitchen!”

The waiter in question walked out with sparking mugs filled with coffee for the table of four. “Don’t worry, one more loudmouth doesn’t sound that much different from three.”

“Damn Daniel, you gonna shoot us like that? I thought we were friends? Especially after my tip.” Neptune said. He clenched his chest dramatically as if he was actually offended. Judy laughed.

“Wow goggles, couldn’t get it on with me last night so Dan got the tip instead? I respect that. Everyone’s head turned to Judy in shock, except Ilia. She slowly put her head down to cringe. How was her parole officer the least mature person here?

“Dan I think I need a little more caffeine in mine after dealing with that exhausting remark.”

“What if I put cream-” he cut himself off. He could see the corner of Judy’s lips start to turn up. “Sugar cubes, I’ll dump sugar cubes in yours.”

Ilia gave him a thumbs up and he went on his way. “As I was saying, I’m actually just going to stay home this time around. When the partying starts. A night to recuperate, have me time.” She took a long sip from her mug. It was hard to tell if it was the mental workout or the one in her home that had her tired. This caught Sun’s attention, along with her statement. He was pretty sure that this involved him. Good or bad, now that was a little bit harder to read, but he thought best not to pry. He could use a little me time as well.

“Okay, I hope it goes well.” He said. It caught Ilia a little off guard by the look she gave him. She wasn’t sure how he’d take that news most likely. Ilia smiled and nodded at him. Yeah, they were alright. That’s all Sun really needed to know.

“Did you two have sex?” Judy said, cutting back into the conversation the best way she knew how. Neptune choked on his coffee while Sun’s brain turned to static, an option that was safer than saying something he might regret. Ilia’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. Somehow she managed to maintain the usual color of her skin, but that didn’t stop the heat rising to her face.

“Judy!” She shouted, “Why would you say that!?”

The cop shrugged, “It’s a valid question. You look tired, both of you were together for who knows how long, and anything is possible.”

“He’s not my type.” Ilia could feel herself saying that a lot in the future. It was the truth, but it made her feel a little bit of an ass. Like she was dismissing Sun in an ugly way.

Judy wasn’t convinced though and for good reason. “Ilia I’m not your type either but that hasn’t stopped us from some crazy nights.” Judy saw everyone’s jaw drop.

Neptune had barely recovered from her earlier question. “I’m...I’m sorry, you two have slept together?” He coughed.

“Oh yeah, Ilia and go way back. Oh I could tell stories.”

“Which you won’t!” Ilia said, now blushing.

“Don’t be ashamed. I’m irresistible. You could only survive so much of my flirting. I had a way of pushing your buttons, along with flipping switches.”

Sun raised an eyebrow. “Switches?”

“What kind?” Neptune added.

“Can you not!?” Ilia felt like she was going to die. How did she surround herself with three people that constantly put her in weird situations. What made it worse was Sun being at the table!

Judy could tell how badly Ilia wanted this to stop. The opportunity was too good to pass up. “You’re looking pretty flushed. We’re all friends here.” Judy pointed to themself. “Some people enjoy cuffs and a good hair tug.” Judy rubbed her leg against Neptune’s to make him blush nervously. Hopefully he’d remember that. Judy shifted their eyes to Ilia and mumbled. “Others like their butt-”

Ilia covered Judy’s mouth so fast, the embarrassment too much to handle. She didn’t even attempt to look at Sun or Neptune, who clearly knew where that headed. Neptune looked at Sun with intrigued eyes. Sun could only blush and shake his head no. If Judy was paying attention then she would’ve noticed the silent confession to her question earlier.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Ilia asked

Judy looked at the girl’s hand, which was still on their face until it was removed to reveal a smile. “Easy, I like seeing you be so expressive. You’ve been so down on yourself and less colorful until recently. I don’t know what’s changed but I’m glad the Ilia that does community service then goes home to sleep is slowly going away. The white fang was bad, but it made you lively at least.”

That was more of an answer than Ilia expected. Had she been less lively? Sure she had gotten into a pretty boring routine, but topping organized crime is almost impossible. Most things are boring once you do that. Ilia scratched the back of her head. “Be that as it may, can you not bring up the past like that. I don’t air your dirty laundry.”

“Ilia, do you have clean laundry?” Judy chuckled.

“You…” It was hard arguing against the truth. “Stop picking on me! Why are you this exhausting?” Ilia deflated. Judy rubbed her back to comfort her as if she wasn’t the reason for this! “First you weaken me and now you’re building me up?”

“Lighten up. Say, if you aren’t going to the party tonight then let’s all go to the beach right now to have fun. A lot of people party hard so it should be less crowded.

“Can we do something inland?” Neptune asked politely. All he got was judgmental looks. “Y’all are so mean.”

“Nobody is making you get in the water dude.” Sun pointed out. “You will probably get wet by the end of this, but life be like that sometimes.”

“That doesn’t make me want to go!!!”

“The beach sounds nice.” Ilia said, thinking about the opportunity to relax on the sand. “I’m not changing into a swimsuit though.” Ilia has a feeling if Judy saw a possible hickey or bruise then more questions would be asked.

“Are you sure about that?” Judy smirked.

“Yes, I’m not wearing one.”

xxxx

“Do my choices mean nothing to you.” Ilia groaned, wearing a swimsuit. Judy had somehow got her to wear a black bikini with gold stitching. She had managed to wear a black cover up skirt that matched. It actually looked pretty nice, but Ilia wasn’t going to admit that. Judy was too busy having fun in her red two piece to notice Ilia had made her own skin a little darker to hide a hickey on her chest and shoulder. “Sun needs to stop biting so hard.” Ilia thought. It took a few minutes to register what she just thought. “Wait, why am I talking like there’s gonna be a next time!?”

“You okay?” Said the man in question. Sun wore navy blue swim trunks. The upside about always having your shirt open is your always beach ready. He sat next to Ilia on her beach towel as they watched Judy mess with Neptune, who was wearing red trunks.

“I’m fine. A little surprised that Neptune owns trunks.”

“Those are just my other pair. So, I don’t mean to pry…”

“I don’t want to talk about my kinks.” She blushed.

“What? I was gonna talk about skipping the party.”

“Oh… right.” She wanted to kick herself. “Forget what I just said.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious! We are never discussing that, Sun Wukong. So don’t get any weird ideas.” Ilia elbowed him.

“You told me not to go down on you. If that’s the line then in what world do I get to crazier stuff.”

“That’s fair. Yeah I think it is best to spend some time alone later tonight. No offense to you or anything but-”

“I get it. Take your time.” Sun laid on his back and closed his eyes to enjoy the rays.

“Will do, thanks.” Ilia noticed just how calm he was about most of this. It made her a little envious honestly. “You’re taking this well.”

“Am I? I might look like it, but I feel a little anxious. Even now. Is that normal?”

“You are asking the wrong girl. Normal has never applied to me in any part of my life. That’s on me though.”

“Crime is the spice of life.”

“Is that how you justify stealing?”

“Hehe, maybe. You should try it.” He joked.

“I did, your virginity.” Ilia looked down to see Sun look at her with the most ‘why are you like this’ look ever. She couldn’t help but laugh, which made him smile.

“This is nice.” He sat up. “I like our talks.”

“Yeah, me too. Who would’ve thought you’d be good at conversations?”

“Uhh me?” Sun bluntly stated, pointing to himself. “Remember, I’m the one who kicked Blake back into high spirits! My positivity is infectious!”

“Let’s hope that’s the only infectious thing.”

“Wh-you literally just mentioned taking my-”

“Hey you two!”

A voice cut him off from behind. Sun and Ilia turned around and had their sunny moment get a little dimmer. Blake and Yang stood with beach gear and in bikinis. Each wearing the other’s color. “Fancy seeing you two here.” Yang cheerfully said.

“Mind if we join you?” Blake smiled, genuinely happy to see two of her favorite people. “We haven’t spent time together yet.”

The pair of confused friends looked at each other, then back at Blake and Yang. No time like the present. They could only avoid things for so long. Ilia tensed up a little but was jolted out of it the moment Sun’s tail discreetly rubbed her ankle. It was oddly tension releasing.

“Sure.” She nodded, “let’s chat.”

Part 11

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💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

another billionaire friend ………… she lies on lies…………desperate for attention ……… a roadmap to nowhere ……… up up and away ……… all white on the night …………LTA talks with Kate ………… MENSA with Charlotte??………… “ bright as a button ma’am”. …… “ not this side of the family “………” there coming over next week”………” Mmmmm , live tic-toc”……… fairycakes Sydney.

MAY 31/2020

ORIGINAL DATE FOR MAY 30/2020

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

RIDDLE#33

another billionaire friend

WELL, I MISSED THE NEWS YESTERDAY KIDS SO I MAY NOT BE UP TO THIS. ARE “THEY” LEAVING ONE BILLIONAIRE FOR ANOTHER?? A FEW DAYS AGO, HER PR SAID THEY WERE MOVING TO NYC BECAUSE OF THE DRONES AND PAPARAZZI ATTENTION. SINCE WHEN DOES SHE NOT LIKE ATTTENTION? SHE HAS PAID FOR PR FOR YEARS AND CONTINUES TO. SO LEAVING PERRY AND WHICH NEW YORK BILLIONAIRE WILL THE LIE BE ABOUT THAT IS TAKING THEM IN. THERE ARE A PLETHORA OF BILLIONAIRES TO CHOOSE FROM. CLINTONS?

………… she lies on lies…………

HOW OBVIOUS MADAM LIES SO MUCH SHE CANNOT KEEP HER STORIES STRAIGHT. SHE LIES ABOUT THE LIES SGE HAS TOLD, ALLEGEDLY. AGE, JOBS, MARRIAGES, FINANCES NOW I HIGHLY SUSPECT ADD LIVING IN L.A. , BEING A MUM, LIVING AT TP’S MANSION, HIRING DEBECKER, BEING BOTHERED BY DRONES, FILING FALSE POLICE REPORTS IF IN FACT REPORTS WERE FILED AT ALL, MIVING TO NYC….NEED I GO ON. I THINK IN THE WORLS SHE SPUN FROM EVERYBODY LIES. HOLLYWOOD IS ALL LIES, FAKE, PR. NOTHING IS AD WE ARE TOLD IT IS. WE HAVE ALL LEARNED THAT DURING THIS SAGA HAVE WE NOT??

desperate for attention ………

DM SAYING THEY HAVE HIRED THE “SECRET SERVICE FOR WEALTHY PEOPLE” , £7000 PER DAY. AGENCY RUN BY FORMER SS AGENT WITH PRESIDENT RONALD REAGAN, GAVIN DE BECKER WHO IS WELL KNOW FOR BEING A MEDIA PUNDIT AND TV,GO TO FOR SECURITY QUESTIONS, I CANNOT TELL YOU THE DOZENS OF TIMES I HAVE SEEN HIM INTERVIEWED. YES! YES!RACHEL, WE KNOW THOUSANDS WANT YOUR AUTOGRAPH BUT NOBODY EXCEPT ****HUB WANTS TO HIRE YOU, MAYBE IF THEY STILL EVEN DO. DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES AND IF ONE IS AS THIRSTY AS RACHEL IS FOR ATTENTION, WELL, PR PR PR.

FREE HUGE PR FOR DE BECKER, I HOPE HE DOESN’T SUFFER THE MARKLE EFFECT TOO .

a roadmap to nowhere ………

BIG PLANS. SUSSEX ROYAL. SHE HAD WEBSITES, HUNDREDS OF THEM WITH EVERY POSSIBLE PERMUTATION OF SUSSEXROYAL ON THEIR TO MAKE MONEY OFF OF THAT. WELL HMTQ TOSSED A BIG OLD SPANNER INTO THE MIX DID SHE NOT. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂NOPE CANT DO THAT RACHEL OH NOPE CANT USE HRH EITHER. THE WHOLE PLAN WHOOSH. NOW WE ARE ON TO ARCHEWELL……LET US SEE HOW FAR THAT GOES🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. LG PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE YANK THE PLUG!!

up up and away ………

HISTORIC PRIVATE LAUNCH INTO SPACE OF SPACEX FALCON 9 FROM CAPE CANAVERAL FLORIDA WAS SET TO LAUNCH MAY 27/20 BUT WAS DELAYED DUE TO WEATHER. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME A PRIVATE COMPANY HAS LAUNCHED ASTRONAUTS INTO SPACE. IT HAS LAUNCHED INTO SPACE YESTERDAY AND AS I TYPE THIS I AM FOLLOWING ALONG AS THEY HAVE NOW REACHED THE ISS INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION, AND HAVE DOCKED. THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING. ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!!

all white on the night …………

OH I SHALL BE EXTREMELY CAREFUL HOW I WORD THIS BECAUSE I IGNITED AN ATTACK ON MYSELF THE PREVIOUS RIDDLE SIMPLY BY INTERPRETING THE CLUES MM ANON HAD LAID FORTH. I SHALL STATE THIS, PEOPLE ARE GATHERING WORLDWIDE TO EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS ABOUT RACE, AND RACISM. THERE IS A HUGE UNDERGROUND AND ONLINE SECTOR OF VARIOUS GROUPS ON 4CHAN AND 8CHAN. WE ALL KNOW THIS AS THE DARK WEB WHERE LIKE MINDE D INDIVIDUALS CAN GATHER. SOME ARE FUNDED AND CONSPIRACY THEORIES ABOUND AS WELL. THERE ARE NEWS REPORTS THAT SOME OF THE EXTREME ALT RIGHT ORGANIZATIONS HAVE BEEN INSTIGATING AND MAKING THINGS WORSE. I HAVE MADE EVERY ATTEMPT NOT TO OFFEND, AS I ALWAYS DO. I COULD GO INTO DETAIL BUT I WILL STOP HERE.

LTA talks with Kate …………

CATHERINE IS A MIX OF BRAIN, PHYSICAL, BRAWN, INTELLIGENCE, EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE, WIFE, PARTNER MUM. SHE HAS FULLY BLOSSOMED AND IT IS MARVELLOUS TO SEE. IN THE PAST FEW RIDDLES MM ANON HAS MENTIONED HER DASHING OFF TO TENNIS LESSONS. WE ALL HEAR SHE IS VERY GOOD EVEN ACCORDING TO A FRIEND OF HER, ROGER FEDERER. CATHERINE IS PATRON OF THE ALL ENGLAND LAWN TENNIS AND CROQUET CLUB. UNFORTUNATELY, WIMBLEDON HAD TO BE CANCELLED THIS YEAR DUE TO COVID-19.

CATHERINE BECAME PATRON OF THE LTA OR LAWN TENNIS ASSOCIATION IN DECEMBER 2016. I WONDER IF THEY ARE GOING TO TRY AND SET UP SOME ON TV ONLY MATCHES, JUST FOR FANS. SIMILAR TO WHAT OTHER SPORTS ARE DOING. I THINK THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.

MENSA with Charlotte??………… “ bright as a button ma’am”. …… “ not this side of the family “………” there coming over next week”………” Mmmmm , live tic-toc”……… fairycakes Sydney.

NOW THIS DOES NOT SURPRISE ME. CHARLOTTE IS A BRILLIANT CHILD IN PERSONALITY. MENSA IS AN ORGANIZATION FOR THOSE WITH SUPER HIGH IQS. I ACTUALLY QUALIFIED. SOUNDS LIKE OUR BUDDING PRINCESS IS ALSO HIGHLY INTELLIGENT, VERY MUCH SO TO ENOUGH DISCUSS MENSA. THIS ORGANIZATION ENCOURAGES LEARNING, SOCIALIZATION, WHICH CAN BE TOUGH IF EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS RUNNING 115 AND YOU ARE 135, IQ NUMBERS THAT IS. THIS IS BRILLIANT. I FIND THIS HIGHLY EXCITING. SOUNDS LIKE CATHERINE IS RECEIVING END OF TERM REPORTS FROM SCHOOL AND THE TERM BRIGHT AS A BUTTON MEANS REALLY SMART AKA BRIGHT.

I THINK SHE JOKINGLY SAYS THE INTELLIGENCE DID NOT COME FROM HER SIDE OF THE FAMILY, THE MIDDLETONS.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂ALSO SOUNDS LIKE WITH THE UNLOCKDOWNING CHANGES THEY ARE COMING TO VISIT IN A WEEK, HOW BRILLIANT!!

ACTUALLY I THINK NOW THIS IS HMTQ SHARING THE NEWS WITH LG AND PR SYDNEY AND HMTQ IS JOKING THAT THE IQ DID NOT COME FROM THEIR SIDE OF THE FAMILY, JUST THE WAY IT IS WORDED. HEY I AM AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY OFFENDER HERE. 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

HMTQ EXCITED THE CAMBRIDGES ARE COMING FOR A VISIT NEXT WEEK, REAL LIVE IN PERSON. DANCE AKA TIK TOK. SHE WANTS SYDNEY TO MAKE FAIRYCAKES OR AS WE IN 🇨🇦 CALL THEM CUPCAKES WITH SPRINKLES AND ICING.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her Mother's Lover

Chapter 1

Charisse Mantell was more voluptuous than the average teen-age girl, and

at eighteen, she liked to pretend she had a worldliness and knowledge

about sex which she really didn't have at all. As a matter of fact, she

knew less about the sexual relationships between men and women than the

average girl. Her mother was a famous singing star on television and the

plush nightclub circuits of Las Vegas, New York, London and Acapulco,

but had kept her lushly developing daughter safely stashed away in

expensive private schools. Although Minna Mantell was a talented and

voluptuous beauty herself, she was at the age where a fresh, sexually

budding daughter might prove to be competition . . . competition that

would show up her own somewhat fuck-worn tits and ass.

In the exclusive private school, Greystone, where she was now, she found

that being the daughter of a celebrity made the other girls look up to

her. After all, the daughter of the famous Minna Mantell, TV and

nightclub star - a beautiful, if somewhat tarnished, figure of glamour,

a pet of the international jet set and adored by her faithful fans.

After a while however, Charisse found that her natural shyness was

mistaken for stand- offishness and that her former friends ignored her

to the extent of pointedly not inviting her to their parties or sorority

affairs.

Her mother had often told her that even as the daughter of a famous

woman, she would encounter plenty of jealousy and envy, and that she

would be very foolish to let that sort of thing throw her. For some

strange reason, she had always been closer to her mother, felt proud to

be the daughter of Minna Mantell. So Charisse tried to "cultivate her

cool," In spite of the other girls' snubs. But in her heart she was very

hurt.

She would actually see a group of girls hurriedly change the subject of

their whispered conversation when she approached, and knew they must

have been talking about her or her mother. As she went upstairs to

study, she heard what surely was a dirty remark about her, to judge from

the peals of mocking laughter that followed her to her dormitory room.

She mentally resolved that "he who laughs last, laughs best' - and that

she would one day have the last laugh over these bitches.

The girl who seemed to hate her the most was actually her next door dorm

neighbor, a rather mean, but physically attractive seventeen-year-old

girl named Debby.

Debby's room seemed to he some sort of magnet for the other girls in

Greystone and they would gather there very frequently like a flock of

gaily chatting birds. And, as much as Charisse tried to deny it to

herself, she was secretly hurt that she wasn't asked to be one of the

group. It was just all that phony sophistication and woman of the world

airs that Debby affected that attracted the other girls, she kept

telling herself. Finally, one weekend, she heard them laughing and

giggling in Debby's room and made up her mind to find out what it was

all about. Even though there was a sinking sensation in her stomach as

she did so, she casually opened the door and entered.

As the girls saw who it was, the gaiety seemed to die down, and she was

greeted by furtive and somewhat resentful looks.

"Just what can we do for you, Miss Mantell?" Debby asked her. "Or did

you open the door to the wrong room by mistake?"

Charisse's heart skipped a beat and she flushed in embarrassment as she

replied, "No, I just thought I'd join the fun . . "

There was a sharp intake of breaths, then a hushed silence and then

Debby spoke.

"Come right in, maybe you can fill us in on details about . . show

business that we were discussing. After all, your mother is the fabulous

Minna Mantell, superstar of TV, nightclubs, and all that jazz."

Charisse walked into the room hesitantly and saw that there were little

knots of girls all over. Some were on the bed, some were on the easy

chairs and others even sprawled on the rug. As Charisse found a place to

sit on the sofa, the gay girlish gossiping and hysterical shrieks of

laughter began again.

"Please don't feel that I'm intruding," Charisse said to Debby, "but I'm

really at rather loose ends this afternoon, and you all sound like

you're having such a lot of fun . . . " her voice trailed off. She

flushed under Debby's sharp mocking gaze.

"By the way," Debby said slyly, "we were just discussing the sex life of

some popular show biz personalities - or don't you think that people

like Frank Sinatra or Robert Goulet or . . . Minna Mantell indulge in

that pastime?"

Charisse flushed and her lips trembled as she tried to reply

nonchalantly, "Oh I've heard a thing or two."

Debby pressed her advantage. "How about giving out with some of the dirt

about your mother? After all, you've sort of got the inside track."

Charisse kept silent as Debby continued her clever taunting. "Well,

we're all waiting breathlessly to hear something right from the horse's

mouth, as it were. Or would the opening at the other end of the horse be

more suitable to the subject of Minna Mantell's private occupations?" As

Charisse pressed her lips together and tried to keep the tears from

filling her eyes, Debby added, "I've got a little scrap book here that

mentions her." She opened a book filled with news clippings. "Here's

something juicy - "Hot Love on the Big Networks" - Mmmmm . . . 'Is a

certain famous TV star about to have her option dropped because she

drops her panties too much?"'

"So what?" Charisse said grimly.

"So the rest of the article is all about Minna Mantell's love life, her

husband's affairs, and some really swinging sex, marijuana, and LSD

shenanigans. Really, you must have such an exciting time at home! It's a

shame we can't get you to tell us about it."

"How can you even read such cheap gossip sheets? They should be banned

from the newsstands!" Charisse burst out. "My mother says everyone in

the public eye is besmirched by those scandal sheets!"

"Look here," Debby said, thrusting her scrap book into Charisse's hands,

just see if this guy doesn't know what he's talking about. For just an

idle gossiper, he seems to know an awful lot about your mother and your

father. You're not mentioned - yet."

Charisse didn't want to look at the scrap book, yet the pictures of her

mother with some slick young men captioned "Minna's Latest" or "Handsome

Remedy for Singer's Sore Throat" held her gaze hypnotically. The stories

were about love affairs, secret trysts, sex-swapping parties at her

mother's New York penthouse, the young girls her father consoled himself

with and other sexy tidbits. Charisse knew that it couldn't possibly be

true. The parties she had seen at her mother's apartment never had

anything more exciting than spilling a cocktail occasionally.

"I don't know where you got all this dirt," Charisse said angrily, "but

I can assure you that's all it is - just a bunch of low down dirt, made

up by a second rate gossip columnist looking for filler! Now I think

I'll go to my room. I think I want to play my mother's latest record

album to get the smell of your scrap book out of my nose!"

"Really, Miss Haughty?" Debby asked slyly. "Since we come from such a

bunch of blue bloods, I guess you wouldn't be interested in some other

choice bits about your darling mother?"

"I don't know why you're picking on me like this," Charisse said, with a

hint of a sob in her voice. "If you don't want my company I'll leave

right now!"

"Oh, no," Debby replied with a sardonic grin, "we'd just love to have

you stay. Our parents live such dull lives compared to yours. We're so

unsophisticated - why don't you wise us up?"

Charisse knew that Debby was trying to embarrass her in front of the

other girls.

"I just ignore cheap slander, wherever it comes from," Charisse said,

looking pointedly at Debby, "and now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll

go and play those records in my own room!"

But Debby grasped her by the arm as she made her way to the door. "Oh,

I've got lots of other interesting scraps on your mother, Charisse. I

used to be a fan of hers."

Turning to another girl called Sally, she said, "Get me the rest of my

scrap books from the closet and we'll see who's slandering whom. Your

mamma really must be quite a babe with the boys, and you don't even want

to tell us anything about her technique of getting men. That's really

all we want from you, some pointers on what makes Minna such a

successful sexpot."

With this, she flung the scrap books the other girl handed her right at

Charisse's feet. They opened to show pictures of her mother in various

poses and escapades, including a certain nude bathing episode in the

fountain of London's Trafalgar Square.

Charisse ignored the pictures and made to leave the room. She was

actually on the verge of tears and couldn't understand what had brought

on this attack on her and her mother. She had only tried to be friendly.

Why was Debby so intent on torturing her and demeaning her in front of

the others.

"Pick those books of mine off the floor, and read those stories real

good. Maybe you'll thank me for giving you the best education you ever

got at good old Greystone," Debby ordered.

Charisse couldn't believe that this was happening to her, or that the

other girls would go along with this hazing.

"I don't think anybody would like it much if Miss Finchly heard what the

girls in her class were trying to pull," she quavered with tears in her

eyes.

"I don't think you would like it much if we really did a job on your

whore of a mother and plastered this stuff all over the school," Debby

answered. "Believe me, every girl here will make you sorry that you were

ever born if you even think of squealing to the headmistress."

Charisse felt that Debby was dead serious and would really carry out her

threats. Maybe the best thing would be to play along and then get out as

quickly and as gracefully as possible.

"Okay," Debby said viciously, "now read us a few bedtime stories, and I

do mean "bedtime" stories about your old folks at home. And speak up,

I'm hard of hearing."

Charisse flipped the pages of the scrap book unbelievingly. Finally she

began to read in a whisper, "I need to have my men big - all over, says

songbird Minna Mantell . . . "

She was interrupted with a high pitched squeal of laughter from one of

the group, but continued reading with a kind of fascinated horror. "'I

believe love is where you find it, says Minna Mantell on Rome's famed

Via Veneto. Could it be that the handsome young Italian accompanying her

agreed with her back in her hotel room?"' Charisse saw a picture of an

oily, gigolo-type leading her mother's poodle, while her mother looked

up at him in obvious admiration.

"You girls don't understand," Charisse said, "these things are just for

publicity, just a press agent's idea. Why, my mother would never do

anything of the kind!"

"Oh, no!" mocked Debby. "Not in a million years - but do read on, it's

all so interesting, even if it is just a press agent's story. Some of

them sound like a press agent's nightmare, if you ask me!"

Charisse bit her lip and said nothing. She realized that she was being

persecuted, and just because she was her mother's daughter. Her mother

had told her there would be days like this, but Charisse would never

have believed her classmates could be so mean and hurtful.

Taking another scrapbook in her hands, Charisse saw her mother

practically bare-chested in a see-through evening gown, obviously drunk,

with a man who certainly wasn't her husband. She dimly remembered also

seeing this man apparently coming from her mother's bedroom one night

when he was a weekend guest, but her mother had just been amused by

Charisse's questions at the time.

Almost hysterically, Charisse leafed through page after page of the

scrapbooks. Why, these stories made her mother out to be the giddiest

type of gadabout - a celebrity who gave sex so freely that she was

notorious for it. And her father, according to these clippings, was a

weak nincompoop who was always shooing handsome young strangers out of

his steaming marriage bed. But no matter how he tried, her mother

managed to keep the bed sheets hot. And all the stories about her

parents were in the same vein. Her mother seemed the biggest tramp and

her father the biggest dope in the entertainment world.

Rather sadly, she said, "I'd like to leave, I've seen all the

scrapbooks."

She was so obviously hurt that none of the girls laughed or said

anything, except Debby, who couldn't resist pitching one last dart into

Charisse's sensitive skin.

"Hope you enjoyed our little get-together and liked my picture books. By

the way," she added, "do you suppose you could get your mother and some

of her boyfriends to autograph my scrap books? That would make them

really interesting!"

Keeping back her tears, Charisse walked into her own room, holding her

head proudly. As she closed the door behind her, she flung herself down

on the bed and let the tears come. How could they rub her nose in the

filthy offal of the gossip columns? How could girls be so cruel?

Especially when she knew that none of it could be true. Even the most

innocent action could be distorted as to make it seem evil by these

gossip sheets. Her mother had assured her of that. But why had her

mother always gone to such pains to get her to believe that there would

be false gossip about her?

Having found that her mother was the soft spot in her armor, the girls

in her section of the dorm became quite sadistic. There would be sly

questions, like "What does your mother advise putting on a broken

cherry?,' flung at her in passing. But she realized that if she answered

this sort of torture, there would be no end to it. So she just kept

quiet and made believe she didn't hear a thing.

Debby, as usual, was the worst. Since she had the room right next to

Charisse's, she developed the habit of barging right in. Somehow she

almost always seemed to come in when Charisse was undressing and clad

only in panties and bra. Once it was without the bra and Debby had

looked fixedly at her voluptuous breasts and hadn't made any of her

usual remarks about Charisse's mother.

"What a pair of titties!" she said in a rather surprised tone of voice.

She left the room when Charisse hurriedly closed the bathroom door.

A new idea had been forming in Charisse's mind under the constant

pressure of all the teasing she was taking from the others. She would

just pack it in, leave Greystone Finishing School. She would go back to

her mother, tell her what had happened and just look for a job. Maybe

she could even become her mother's secretary. It would be fun traveling

with her mother from one engagement to another. She could really see the

world.

She made up her mind that she would take French leave from the school

this coming weekend. She would say she was going into the meadow for

nature study notes and they wouldn't even bother to look for her. By the

time they missed her at bedcheck, she would have almost arrived at the

penthouse in New York. Central Park would look good to her from the

seventeenth story of the luxury apartment. Much better than Miss

Finchley's school up in the farthest reaches of Westchester County.

She was nervous when she told the biology teacher she was going to spend

the day in nature study, but when she was finally away from Greystone,

she felt much better. She liked her bio teacher, and felt sorry if she

would get into trouble over Charisse's disappearance.

It was a cloudy day, and a bone-chilling dampness made her hurry along

to the railroad station. Some of the town's swingers, young men on the

make, always used to watch in town for the girls from Greystone.

Charisse knew that some of the girls had let themselves get picked up

for beer drinking parties at a nearby bar and discotheque, but felt it

was really none of her business. She herself had gotten more than one

off-color invitation to join them, but now they no longer bothered her.

Her figure had really matured more voluptuously than she herself

realized. With her miniskirt tight around her shapely asscheeks, her

full titties jouncing joyously with every step in her loose bra and

tight sweater, she was a real hard-on producer whenever she passed a

group of men. Her asscheeks jiggling, her tits full and inviting, long

auburn tresses, blue eyes and a lightly freckled skin that was

startlingly white - all these sexy attributes really raised the steam in

any and all observing males. Her lush, wanton figure coupled with her

girlish naivet raised cocks wherever she passed.

She knew she was exciting the group of young street corner loungers as

she passed them - maybe she even gave her hips an extra twitch.

"Mmmmm. Wouldn't that be a nice piece of ass to ram"

"Wow, her nipples are bigger than most girls' tits!"

She heard these and other comments on her physical attributes with a

slight inward shudder. If some of these so-called swingers wanted to get

to first base with her, they'd have to take a bath first. They looked as

oily and as filthy as they sounded. While she was still a virgin, she

remembered how in the hygiene class the male and female sex organs had

been carefully described by the somewhat mannish Miss Tuttle. She had

made them all squirm as she described the foreskin on the male penis,

and the smelly, cheesy deposits which accumulated under if soap and

water weren't used regularly. She tittered to herself as she thought

every penis and foreskin in the corner could probably stand a thorough

washing. And she'd like to see her sadistic friend Debby forced to do

the penis cleanup.

Some other girls soon drew the group's attention and she hurried on to

the station. She looked behind her just to make sure that none of the

girls spotted her heading for the train. It would just be too ironic to

have the Greystone administration stop her at this stage of the game.

She was really sick of the place and all those giggling tormentors. She

knew her mother would tell her that those papers were all lies. She

would be her mother's secretary and go all over the world with her,

glorying in her singing triumphs. Somehow, she couldn't picture her

father doing much of anything, really being in the picture with them. To

her inmost self, she admitted that he was a well-meaning man, but a

weakling for whom she had no respect. Her mother was the strong vital

force of the family.

She waited impatiently for her train to come. She only had about a

fifteen minute wait, but it seemed like hours. The ride to Grand Central

took two hours, and all the way down she tried to picture the reaction

of her parents at her sudden appearance in town in the middle of the

term. Her father, like all weak people, was conventional, a square, and

would probably insist on her going back to that prison of a school. Why,

now that she thought of it, even its name "Greystone" had that

penitentiary sound. But her darling mother was different, she knew she'd

be glad to see her "baby" as she called Charisse. She knew she would

listen sympathetically to her story and maybe she would even start

training her for the position of her secretary right away. She would

tell her mother about the gossip columns and wanted to hear her mother's

throaty contralto laughing and telling her to pay them no mind. And now

that she was older, and would probably be living at home with her

parents, she could certainly spot anything that wasn't right. She wasn't

a child anymore.

The train finally pulled into Grand Central at six p.m. and Charisse

felt like a coward as she went into a phone booth. She really dreaded

telling either of her parents what she had done; they thought she was

such a dutiful girl. When the phone rang, there was no answer. Charisse

breathed a sigh of relief. They had probably gone out to dinner and

would make things easier. The doorman would let her into the apartment,

and she could be sitting in the living room when they returned. She

hoped it was a good dinner, because then at least they would be in a

good mood.

She dozed off on the couch while waiting for them to come home. She just

didn't know how she was going to explain things, but decided play it by

ear. It seemed as if only a moment had passed and she awakened to the

sound of her mother's voice practically screaming in surprise.

"Charisse, baby, what are you doing home when you're supposed to be in

school? Is anything wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, she told them there was nothing for them to worry

about and that she was perfectly all right. But, she told them,

Greystone Finishing School was just an impossible place and she couldn't

stand the other girls' catty snobbiness another day. If they sent her

back, she'd just run away, and maybe go to Chicago or Los Angeles and

look for a job.

Her father stopped her short.

"School is the only place for a girl of your age, and you'll just have

to go back. Why, Greystone is one of the most exclusive schools in the

country and you have no idea of the strings I had to pull to get you in.

I know better than you what's best, and back to school you're going in

the morning. I'll probably be hearing from the headmistress any minute

now and I'm going to tell her you'll be there tomorrow morning!"

Charisse realized with a sick feeling at the pit of her stomach that for

some reason her father didn't want her at home, that she was just a

pesky kid who was going to be in the way.

Then Minna came to her rescue.

"Oh, Charles," she exclaimed, "you're being too hard on the child: Let's

hear her out. That's only fair, and maybe she shouldn't go back if she

hates it so much."

Turning to Charisse she said, "But you must realize dear, that my

singing schedules and your father's TV production business just doesn't

give us much time to spend with you."

"But Mother, you always said You needed a confidential secretary - and

who could be more confidential than me, and I'd just love the job,"

Charisse interrupted. "I'd be the best secretary you could possibly

have!"

"Young lady-" her father began, but Minna shut him up.

"I'll tell you what we'll do, baby. I'll call the headmistress at school

tomorrow and explain that you're not feeling well and that's why you

left. We'll get you a leave of absence and you can stay here while

mother and dad figure out the best thing to do," Minna smiled at

Charisse.

"Who knows, maybe it would be best for you to be my confidential

secretary. The idea has its good points!"

Charisse flung her arms around her mother and hugged her so tightly that

Minna told her to let up a little, she couldn't breathe. It was the

maid's night out, so Minna took Charisse into the kitchen and made her a

tuna sandwich and milk.

"Get to bed early, Charisse dear," Minna said. "Tomorrow's another day

and our problems will look a lot simpler then."

As she snuggled into her own bed that night, Charisse felt she had done

the right thing in leaving Greystone. When her beautiful mother was

around, she felt warm and comfortable; her mother was strong enough and

capable enough to set everything right. Those cheap gossip columnists

with all their dirty pictures and obscene insinuations could never make

her believe that her mother was immoral. Seeing was believing and she

had never seen her mother in a single immoral action in all her life.

But her father was a weak man, and as a TV producer, he surely met up

with a lot of temptations - girls who would do anything for a break on

one of his TV shows.

#Her Mother's Lover #Chapter 1

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Things we are part 3

Warning: Injury

The next few weeks past in a blur. Spring had turned to summer and the forest and mountain were full of life. I spent a lot of time helping Garn with the rams, especially Kore and Thorin’s ram Breakhurst. The two felt the need to be in charge and were regularly trying to challenge each other. We did our best to keep the two far apart but occasionally someone would walk one past the other.

When I wasn’t dealing with headstrong rams I was helping Vili find Fili and Kili. They still hadn’t found a tutor willing to put up with the troublesome princes and they had taken to running around the mountain pulling pranks on almost everyone. The only ones they seemed to listen to were their great grandfather King Thror, their mother and their uncle Thorin. Sadly, the three of them along with Dis’s and Thorin’s father Thrain, were occupied with royal duties most of the time.

One morning I was dealing with Kore and trying to get him used to a saddle and bridle when one of the young princes decided to visit me.

“Eva! What are you doing?” Fili called to me from the corral railings.

I looked over at him and gave a smile. “Just working with Kore today Fili. Where’s your little brother?”

I was suspicious. The two were never apart.

“He’s with Papa. He put glue on the royal bakers wooden spoon so now it’s stuck to his hand.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. At that moment Kore decided he was done with me and danced away tossing his head threateningly.

“Oh no you don’t mister! You’ve been acting up all day, what’s with you?” I walked over to him slowly and held my hands up to pat his face. At that moment there was a loud ‘BANG’.

Kore instantly bucked and kicked in fright. I didn’t have time to move and took a hoof in the side. I was sent flying to the ground. My head hit pretty hard and I could see stars and barley hear what was going on around me.

I could hear vague shouting and next thing I knew someone was crouching next to me a hand on my shoulder. I shook my head trying to clear my vision and the ringing in my ears.

“---- get him under control!��

I looked up and saw that Thorin was leaning over me as several people tried to get Kore to calm down. He was kicking and charging around the corral. The Crown Prince looked down at me worry written all over his face.

“Eva, lie still. He kicked you pretty hard.” My only thought was Kore though. No one was ever really able to handle him but me and Garn and he was in the south pasture looking over all the new lambs.

Ignoring Thorin’s protesting I got up and ran over to Kore on unsteady legs.

“Eva?!” Thorin shouted behind me.

“Easy buddy, easy.” I said calmly. The large ram stopped dancing but threw back his head, nostrils flaring. His breathing was deep and fast.

“Shhh, it’s alright sir. Nothings going to hurt you.” With shaky hands I gently pulled Kores muzzle down to my face. He began to calm but was still shaking violently. Someone tried to walk up to us, and Kore began to stomp his feet again.

“Stay back!” I growled.

The dwarf backed off shocked. Patting the rams side and talking low and calmly to him I led him over to the pasture that was connected to the corrals. I opened the gate and patted him one last time.

“Go cool off Kore”

The ram gave me a small nuzzle of affection and quickly trotted off to find a quiet place to rest. After closing the gate, the pain finally caught up to me.

With a hiss and curse I doubled over holding my side. It was my turn to shake violently.

“Eva!” I heard my name shouted again. Thorin, Vili, and Thorins guard and friend Dwalin came running over to me.

Through gasps of pain, I managed to blurt out “I’m alright.”

I tried to stand up straight but failed. This time my legs gave out and I fell to the ground on my knees.

“Careful that was one hell of a kick lass.” Dwalin exclaimed.

I just laughed.

“We need to get her to the healers.” Vili commented quickly. “Can you walk Eva?”

I nodded and tried to stand. I couldn’t even push up off the ground.

Before I knew it I was being gently scooped up. I let out a small whimper of pain.

“I’m sorry.” Thorin mumbled as he carried me across the corral towards the mountain.

Through teary eyes I looked up at him. He looked pale. However, he wasn’t as pale as Fili and Kili standing by the gate. I had an idea that Kili set off the firework and Fili had been my distraction.

In a small procession we made our way to the healers. My head rest on Thorin’s chest as I tried to fight back a wave of nausea.

“We need a healer, quickly!” Thorin shouted over the heads of some dwarrowdams that were crowded around a sick bed.

Oin came over at a trot. “What happened? Set her hear.” He said pointing at an empty cot.

Thorin set me down and the world spun a little. The nausea was about to win. A bucket was swiftly placed at my side and I heaved my breakfast into it.

“Easy lass, easy.” Oin said while holding the bucket. Someone was nice and held my hair back. Once it was all out I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and laid down.

“What happened Thorin?” Oin asked again.

“She got kicked by a ram after Kili set off a firework behind the stable.” Throin growled. From the healers entrance I heard a small sniff and craned my neck to see Fili and Kili standing with their father. They were crying.

Oin nodded and lifted my shirt to look at my abdomen. Dwalin let out small hiss of pain in sympathy. I looked down at my side and let out a bark of laughter. A giant angry purple bruise had already formed across my entire left side. Thorin and Oin gave me concerned looks.

“Oh, that’s not the worse I’ve been hurt.”

“Ye might have a few broken ribs lass.” Oin murmured while gently prodding my side.

I flinched in response but said “Still not the worst.”

Thorin looked down at me with a concerned yet curious look but said nothing.

I spent the next few days in the healers room. Oin was worried about internal bleeding and wanted to keep an eye on me. I think he may have also been worried about my mind after I said, “All my blood is supposed to be inside anyways!”. That got me a glare from Dis who had come as soon as she heard, but a laugh from Dwalin and a dwarf who had almost lost his hands in a forge.

After their last prank that landed me in the healers, Fili and Kili were on their best behaviors and even started studying again under the watchful and strict eye of Balin. From what Vili told me Dis didn’t even have the heart to scold them. They were crying for a while and apologized over and over again to their mother and father.

One day I woke to them bringing me breakfast that they said they helped the cook make for me. I couldn’t be mad at them. I accepted the food and they jumped onto my cot while I took a bite.

It took a lot to not spit the food out. It was way too salty, and I had bitten into something hard. However, I screwed up a smile and managed a “Mmmmm!”. They both smiled and said they would go make me more for lunch.

After they had left I quickly spat the food into a nearby bucket. The dwarf who almost lost his hands laughed at me. “Want some?” I offered and he just laughed more.

#thorin fanfiction #thorin fic #hobbit fanfiction

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If you could spend an entire day with Honoka, what would you do?

Just stare at her

(* >ωᴗ

If say, I just woke up and she’s at my door and we got an entire day together. We would first have a good hearty breakfast! Freshly baked bread and delicious strawberry jam to spread across them and we chow down on them while we smile and a little chatter. Honoka gushing about the bread and me gushing about the sweetness and blushy lil’ o’ me as I say “it’s extra sweeter cos I’m eating it...with you.” ///w/// kya~ hehe~

(also there’s milkshake while we eat! or tea :3 because we are both tea people)

Then we’d go on to get a start-the-day-shower, and Honoka is so sweet and saying “how bout we get in the bath together?” but I’m ..!!!! (♡´艸`)（♥￫ｏ￩♥） “No..No...I..We...We couldn’t- *cough cough cough clears throat three times four*

“Okay!” Honoka chirps and gets in the shower first and then I do too. And I’m like, we smell the same, we smell the same now. Cos we used the same shampoo and body wash, and ahhh, Honoka!! (⺣◡⺣)♡*(⺣◡⺣)♡*(⺣◡⺣)♡*

Honoka then suggests going for some outside, fresh air. I’m a bit apprehensive in thought as I’m such an indoor girl. Honoka smiles patiently and says we don’t have to if I don’t wanna. That kinda flips my switch of not wanting to hold others back. So I quickly shake my head to say “no, no! we can go out! but where to?” 0o0`

Honoka beams and takes my hand. I’m surprised I haven’t faint yet. But internal Miyuki is doing that long gasp thingy people do when they are in awe but dying but loving every single moment of what’s happening kinda gasp XD

We leave the house and end up in the grocery store and I’m wondering why we’re here but also guessing, well, to buy food! Honoka nods with that angelic smile of hers. “Let’s get food we both like to cook~”

I smile my happy-fluttery-in love smile because I LOVE home-cooked food the most. And be it, me getting a chance to have Honoka’s cooking. Or me having a chance to cook for Honoka! Or woah, we’re cooking together! I’m so hyped and in high tension now! Honokaaaa~ I love you. Let’s cook!

Halfway through lunch of me stuffing my mouth full of food, which was a feat as I couldn’t quite stop my smile. So I’m smiling and eating, looking at Honoka every moment I can instead of looking at my food. I drop the rice or ingredients at times or poke my face with the spoon and Honoka’s laughs. I think my soul ascended a bit. hehe. Honoka~ (♡´౪`♡)

Oh right, halfway through lunch I jolt out of my intoxicated with love stupor with a gasp and my expression one of worry. Honoka has a concerned look on (which I found really cute too) and asked me if everything was alright. I take a few seconds as my mind raced, before I chuckled awkwardly, “Oh no...Just thinking that I haven’t gotten my login bonus for today and to play a bit of SIF...hehe...” Rubbing my arm a little awkwardly from the nerves and silliness of this realization.

Honoka smirks. Honoka smirks! Before she grins at me lovingly. “But I’m here already.” My head shot up and face morphed in an I know! I know that’s why I’m not rushing for my phone or anything. Don’t misunderstand-

“But I would like to see what your account looks like~ Filled with...me~? Just kidding. It’s totally okay for you to have a bunch of Kotori-chan cards or Nico-chan cards. They are both really cute school idols too!” Honoka actually looked like she’d be upset if I did have more of their cards in my SIF account.

I feel my heart squeezing and thumping that much faster at how much I love Honoka. How cute she is. How amazing she is. How Honoka she is~ ♡(ŐωŐ人)

I show her my account and she goes “Woah, that’s a lot of me!” And we both chuckle at what a funny thing it is to say. I comment shyly, “But my dream is to have all of Honoka- er, I mean all of your cards...so...I’ve still got ways to go...hehe.../////” And she adds, “But now there’s me right here with you...so you could get all the other cards you don’t have yet in reality next time!”

Honoka stays quiet after that line. I stay quiet too. Then she bounces on the spot with a clap. “Let’s finish lunch and play something~” I nod in agreement and we continued eating our Honoka and Miyuki cooked meal together~

With the dishes washed, Honoka rocks on her heels back and forth as she asks what I might like to do together. I stared at her. We’ve spent an entire morning till afternoon together already and I still feel like I’m dreaming. I’ve living a dream! ۹(ÒہÓ)۶ “Movies and cuddles?” OH MY GOSH. WAIT, WHAT DID I JUST SUGGEST. HONOKA- WITH HONOKA- I MEAN. I JUST WANNA HANG OUT MORE, NOT ANYTHING ELSE. SHE HAS KOTORI-

(which I forgot to add that Honoka would comment about how cute Kotori is in SIF and she’d see my team name “HonoKoto” and she does that endearing smile at it. And my HonoKoto heart squeals with starry eyes that HonoKoto is real (● Ò □ Ó ) ♡ ♡ ♡ )

Honoka laughs. “That sounds like something we can do after dinner. But sure! You’re so cute~”

you’re a thousand, million times cuter, Honoka!! I scream in my mind but don’t verbalize it cos she took my breath away. (⺣◡⺣)♡*

We don’t cuddle. Of course, we don’t. XD But we sat beside each other on the couch as we put family cartoons on the big screen and some rom-com on too. We laughed, we felt our heartstrings being tugged for the characters on screen and at times a bit of tears too. And it’s just so fun to talk about our opinions on the movies after each one of them. :”))))))

Dinner time was closing in. And we already decided what we were gonna have! We just can’t say no to curry! (ᗒᗨᗕ) so we put that to boil and then on our plates and mmmmm~ it’s sooooooo good!

She had this fun idea of cutting the carrots and potatoes to look like alphabets somewhat so that when we get that on our plates, we can ask each other questions starting with the letter. And it’s a funget to know each other game as we eat. Which enhanced our chat too. Our dinner lasted long with laughs and “ooohs~” as we found out more about each other.

We got back on the couch after but instead of movies, we went to have fun on youtube and also look through my folder of Muse stuff. I was a bit embarrassed but Honoka got embarrassed too with how much Honoka content I have. ///w/// hehe~ Honoka~

We stayed up for as long as we can as I childishly and determinedly not want to sleep or let Honoka go to sleep as I didn’t want the day to end via sleep like that. It was a tough challenge as me being in bed equates to sleep within seconds or a minute. Honoka herself loves sleep. So we both tried to keep up the conversation or stares and funny faces and even going “First one to sleep is pink pig plushie (think SIF SR Honoka ;))” or “First one to sleep owes the other a drink/meal”. But well, we don’t really know who fell asleep first as we both closed our eyes, our bodies laid down on bed and sleep took us.(๑>ᴗ

Morning came. But it was still dark. Honoka was awake. I blinked up at her as she rolled out of bed and brightened the morning with a smile. “Get up, Miyuki-chan~ I’ve got something to show you~” I blinked grogily, still sleepy. “Honoka...5 more-” “No!” Honoka pulls me out of bed and before I know it, I’ve brushed my teeth, put on a bit more clothes and we’re somewhere outside.

I’m more awake when Honoka says “This will be another one of our memories together.”

I look at her and then a flicker started from across the horizon, far out at the sea. Yup, she brought me to a park, to watch the sunrise. “Honoka...” My sun...

Honoka smiles as she watches the sunrise. I watched her and the sunrise. “Th-Thank you...This is beautiful...A beautiful, unforgettable memory.”

Honoka smiles bright, to me, it’s brighter than the gorgeous sunrise we just experienced. And that says a lot. (๑>ᴗ

Honoka stands and I follow. She looks a little more solemn now. “Honoka..?”

“I guess this is it.”

“Oh.” I lowered my head, staring at our feets. Honoka was wearing my slipper. “I guess...”

Honoka puts a hand on my head, a soft pat. “I hope it was a fun day for you.”

I nod vigorously, my hair being a ruffled by her hand still on my head. “It was so fun! I...I wish it didn’t have to end!”

Honoka grins from ear to ear and she whispers. “Me too.”

I looked, stared and really didn’t want to have to look away from Honoka. Ever. “...Bye bye...”

Honoka chuckes softly and takes my hand in hers like she did when we were going grocery shopping. “First, I escort you home.”

“Thank you...” I tend to never say no to escorts since I get lost easily. I should have pointed out that I wanna see her off. But well, she walked me home and we waved goodbye. I got a hug. A huge hug. A bear hug. A hug that lasted so long but just not enough.

“Goodbye, Miyuki-chan!” Honoka graces me with that huge smile that steals my heart every single time before she ran off, leaving me waving and staring in the distance.

...

What a day.

Wait. Honoka said ‘next time’! When looking at my SIF account??

Does that mean..?

She might come over for an entire day again?!

I couldn’t quite think of anything else for the rest of the day but Honoka.

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(´∀`) Like...woah. （・ｗ・）1738 words what? (* >ω

I took a really long time to answer this Ask, but I guess you can understand why? XD I was procrastinating as I rolled in a thousand and one ideas of what I could possibly do in a day with Honoka. BUT. I guess the way about it was really to just sit and let the thoughts spill out of my head with fingers moving to type out each and every thought. An honest one, where I don’t go “but that” , “but I wanna do this” (* >ω

My sincerest and greatest thanks to you Shin-san for the Ask! It really made me think and gosh, an entire day with Honoka is such a blessing. hehe~ (*≧∀≦*)(*≧∀≦*)(*≧∀≦*)

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crinkled-emotions · 6 years

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Infected

Addison and Sam are twins, but since Sam cried the night their mother was killed he’s the only one that received Azazel’s blood. When Dean and Addison turn up at Stanford asking him to help them find their dad, it doesn’t take long before Addison gets back into the swing of knowing her twin. Did- did that rhyme? Oops. Fml.

Uh, so Sam gets hurt on a hunt, doesn't tell anyone, and very quickly pays for it.

“Sam, Dean.”

Both of my brothers looked up when I spoke and I smiled, gesturing to one of the beds in the room.

“I’m going to bed. Keep it down.”

“Course.”

Dean nodded at me, but Sam wouldn’t meet my eyes. As his twin I knew this usually meant something was going on in his head but that time I left it, rolling my eyes. He’d either pranked me, or he was making notes in his head like the law student he used to be. Even now, after eighteen months, he still sometimes got stuck in his head.

Climbing under the duvet, I quickly made a barricade in the middle of the bed with the extra heavy blanket I’d found in the cupboard, making it tall so when Sam came to bed he wouldn’t try to cuddle. He was a cuddler; I wasn’t. I liked sleeping alone, having space, but so did Dean so whenever there were only two doubles available it was always me and Sam sharing. To be fair he did most of the driving and needed sleep, so I didn’t really mind taking one for the team on that one.

Anyway; Sam is a pain in the ass to share a bed with- he shifts, he kicks, he mumbles, and oh god… he farts. So. Damn. Much. It’s not like a minor toot either, like the sound of his farts match his height- long, loud, slightly terrifying in the dark. Once in our early teens I’d punched Sam so he’d leave me alone in bed and he’d fallen, immediately bursting into tears since he was so shocked. Dad hadn’t been exactly loving or caring; he’d told Sam to man up and go back to sleep, so it was up to me and Dean to comfort him, ice his elbow and make sure he got back to sleep okay.

I’d been out for a little while when I felt the sheets shift, and Sam crawled into his side. I listened for a moment, trying to figure out why he was moving around a lot when he ripped a good one. I grimaced, burying my face into my pillow. What concerned me was when he didn’t even giggle, instead lying down straight away. I frowned, trying to go back to sleep. Dean was already sleeping in the other bed, and I realised he probably hadn’t heard Sam fart. When I heard Sam start deep breathing I relaxed, closing my eyes. Time to get some sleep before twin pushes over the blanket barricade.

I expected to see light outside when I woke up to someone moving around- usually the boys let me sleep in a little bit, or Sam gets up to night walk (Dean hates when he does that, for obvious reasons). When I realised a) it was pitch black and b) Sam was gone, I didn’t freak out. He usually got up since he doesn’t sleep well, but my twin senses were warning me. I sat up, rubbing my eye.

“Sam? Dean?”

When I didn’t get a reply I glanced to Dean’s bed, seeing he was sound asleep facing away from me. I knew he had a gun in his bedside table drawer and got out of bed, sneaking over and very carefully pulling it out. In doing that I saw Sam’s phone on the table and knew he was in the room somewhere still- it was weird that he didn’t respond when I called out for him, so I put the gun away and tried to figure out where someone as tall as Sam could be. There aren’t many hiding places for people of his height.

Then it hit me. The bathroom light was on. The door was open. But the light was on.

Time to investigate.

“Sammy?”

I gasped when I pushed the door open more to get through, cutting it short so I wouldn’t wake Dean up- even when we’re in trouble, waking Dean up is a death sentence. Sam was curled up in the corner of the tiny bathroom, leaning on the plastic shower door. He had tears streaking his cheeks, and I knelt beside him.

“Sam?”

“I- I’m good.”

“No, you’re not. C’mere.”

I reached for him and nearly fell to the ground when he leapt to hug me, grabbing his shoulders to steady us. We stayed attached for a moment, Sam burying his head into my shoulder, before his entire body shook and he pulled away from me to dry heave over the toilet. I frowned, brushing a hand through his hair before tying it up.

“You’re nauseous?”

He nodded, spitting as he rested his casted arm on the toilet rim. I rubbed his back, glancing at the bathroom door.

“Hang on two seconds.”

I managed to gently close the bathroom door so whatever was next wouldn’t wake up Dean, then went back to my twin who was gagging uncontrollably. I frowned, sitting on the floor beside his body hovering over the toilet bowl. Of the three of us, Sam was the one who got sick most often- food poisoning, a cold, the flu. You name it; Sam has probably had it by now. Dean and I joked it was because he went to Stanford, but both of us were aware his immune system was just compromised by the demon’s blood in him.

“Sam, you need to try and take deep breaths to ride out the nausea.”

I held the back of his shirt, trying to help him balance as he attempted to do what I’d told him to- but the gagging got between each breath, every time he inhaled was followed by a retch-y exhale. I felt his entire body tense up, his stomach contracting, before he threw up. I leaned away to avoid the smell, keeping my hand on his back. Sam kept getting sick for a good couple minutes, until the door opened and there stood a sleepy Dean.

“What’s goin’ on? Sam, Adds?”

“Sam’s sick,” I blurted, Sam glaring at me before he went back to puking. Dean grimaced, brushing a hand through his cropped hair.

“Right. Okay. Hmm… right. How sick is Sam, exactly.”

“See for yourself you dumbfuck,” I shot back, Dean rolling his eyes.

“Language short stack.”

He closed the bathroom door properly before bending down to help Sam sit back, resting his back on Dean’s knees. I reached for toilet paper, handing it to my twin in silence. Nothing needed to be said between us, as he wiped his mouth. The fever was raging through his entire body, and I used a wash cloth to put on the back of his neck, slightly damp but not enough to drip. Sam closed his eyes and leaned against Dean, taking the moment of peace. I listened to his breathing, looking up at the eldest of us.

“He can’t sleep in here.”

“No shit he can’t sleep in here,” Dean snapped. He frowned, looking down at Sam who was going green again as he hugged Dean’s legs. Dean didn’t say anything about that, instead choosing to feel our brother’s forehead for the fever I already knew was very present.

“Yeah he’s burning up; he needs to get to bed. Help me Addy.”

Dean stayed still since Sam was leaning on him, leaving it up to me to try and get him to stand.

“Hey bro, c’mon.”

Sam wrapped his arms around my neck, hanging on like a koala while I tried to stand. I held his sides, trying not to squeeze because I was aware of how nauseous he was. When I had a decent hold I hoisted us up, Sam still loosely hanging off me. I grimaced at Dean, who rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, okay c’mon Sasquatch.”

He took one of Sam’s arms, moving it to hang off his shoulder so we could work together carrying Sam’s huge frame. I was almost as tall as Dean, and Sam overtook both of us. I complained that he took most of the room in mom’s womb- only Sam ever laughed at that, even when Dad was around to laugh with us. We quickly learned that it was a touchy subject with Dad.

“Sammy, you need to stop growing.”

Dean and I hoisted Sam carefully on to his side of the bed, Sam groaning as he did his usual thing and rolled on to his stomach, using his arm to keep himself slightly raised. I sat down by his feet while Dean went to survey the damage in the bathroom, also figuring out if it was appendicitis or food poisoning. Sam whined breathily, burying his head into his pillow. I reached out to touch his back but he hissed, almost jumping away before I could really touch him. I frowned, snatching my hand back.

“Sam? What’s wrong?”

“It- it’s nothing, I swear-“

“-fuck!”

Dean came barrelling out of butt-fuck nowhere (okay, the bathroom) and stormed over to me and Sam. For a second I thought he was going to start yelling at Sam but he didn’t- instead he just pulled up the back of Sam’s t-shirt. Sam cried out in pain, and I gasped.

“Fuck’s sake Sammy.”

Dean disappeared out the motel door with Baby’s keys and I yelled after him, Sam trying to sit up but I held him down.

“It’s okay Sam, stay down. He’ll be back, he’s not leaving.”

Sam was now crying into my leg, turned all the way around in bed, and I could see the huge gaping gashes on his back that Dean had been talking about. They were infected and an angry red around the edges. It didn’t help that Sam had been sweating and puking, so now they were even more agitated. I kept comforting Sam, looking at the door and internally begging for Dean to come back.

That sonofabitch better get his ass back in here soon, otherwise I’m going out and no one wants that. Especially not Dean.

Sam had fallen asleep on my leg when Dean finally came back, carrying bags in his arms. I glared, about to yell at him when he just pointed at Sam, finally asleep peacefully. I rolled my eyes, slipping Sam’s head off my leg to go over to my brother. He kept backing up until he hit a wall, and I held his shirt tightly in my fist.

“I can’t believe you just fucked off like that. Sam needed you, I needed you, and you just left. Wow, Dean-“

“-Addison-“

“-fuck, whatever you got had better be fucking important, otherwise I’m going to beat the shit out of you for real.”

“D-Dean?”

Sam’s voice cracked through my threat, and both Dean and I spun to look at our brother. He groaned, but seemed relieved to see Dean. Dean rushed over to be beside his bedside, brushing a hand through Sam’s long hair.

“Hey dude. I know you feel like shit, I’ve got some shit to fix it but it’s going to sting for a bit, okay?”

“Mmmmm… no, Dean, I-“

“-Sam…”

Dean made a noise of protest at Sam’s unhappiness but I shook my head, grabbing Dean’s arm.

“Wait.”

I sat on the bed, taking Sam’s hand in mine while I played with his fingers. He blinked at me, feverish but uninterested, and I met his gaze.

“You need to let Dean help you, okay? You could die, Sam- even now, with your psychic demon powers shit going on you could still die and no one wants that.”

Sam was miserable, watching me with eyes that could melt anyone’s heart- even our dad’s when Sam was like this, and dad was an ass to Sam sometimes.

“Sammy, talk to me.”

Dean was now close to us, edging closer when I decided not to glare at him. Sam looked up at him, nodding before snuggling back into my leg. I huffed, wanting to push him off but I had a soft spot for my stupid brother when he’s not feeling well. So Sam got to hug my leg while Dean grabbed the bags he’d dumped, bringing them over to the bed. Before I could really say anything he tossed the huge med pack at me and I glared, putting it on the bed to open it up.

“Stitches or nah?” I asked, just as Sam groaned.

“M’gonna puke.”

“Hold on to that thought,” Dean spoke, as he tucked Sam over the bed. Sam groaned, trying to curl back up but Dean wouldn’t let him, brushing a hand through our brother’s hair.

“Sam don’t,” Dean warned as Sam tried to move again. I held on to his shoulder, Dean grabbing the bucket he’d pulled out of the lock-picked cleaning cupboard in our room. We managed to get Sam sitting up and leaning against Dean’s shoulder so he wouldn’t puke on the floor, both of us heaving a sigh of relief when Sam began to calm down.

“Where does it hurt, Sammy?” Dean asked. Sam shook his head, focusing on his breathing. Dean rubbed his side and I rubbed the back of his neck in small circles, the two of us exchanging a look. Dean moved and I got ready to lay Sam on his stomach or his side so he’d be comfortable enough to sleep while Dean looked for the needle and thread for stitches. When he finally located them he nudged my shoulder and nodded, gesturing to our brother. I nodded, moving so that Sam couldn’t see Dean.

“Sammy hey-“

“-only Dean gets to call me that,” Sam murmured feverishly and I snorted, rolling my eyes.

“Samuel then. Dean’s gonna stitch you up and then you can go to sleep, okay? Get some rest and be ready to go in the morning?”

“No,” Sam groaned, covering his eyes with his arm. I noticed the scars on his arms from the hunts over the years- mine were pretty similar- and grabbed hold of him so I could make my twin look me in the eyes.

“Sam it’s stitches or it takes three months to heal, especially with our diet. Your choice.”

“Three months,” Sam shot back, and I raised an eyebrow.

“We don’t have that time, bro. We gotta help those innocent people, remember?”

“M’know, but… I just- m’tired, really tired. M’always so tired now, why can’t I just sleep?”

“If we don’t find them and help them now then we probably won’t find them alive.”

Dean’s voice was sharp and I saw him reach for the first of the gashes on Sam’s back. I grimaced, taking a breath and looking away from him to focus on Sam.

“Dean’s right, Sammy. All this for nothing, huh?”

“Shuddup,” Sam replied in his feverish state, groaning again as I realised Dean had started the stitches. Despite Sam’s crankiness I couldn’t help but be the comforting sister I always seemed to end up as whenever someone got injured or upset or sick- we can all see why; Dean likes to think he’s a macho man, while Sam sometimes just needs someone to cuddle with.

When Dean was certain he had taken good care of the stitches he stepped back, peeling off his rubber gloves and nodding at me.

“He’s good.”

“Thanks Doctor Dean,” I snorted, him chuckling too while he packed up his stuff and threw away the towel he’d been using as a barrier between the bedspread and Sam’s blood- it was now bloody and gross and it made me sad to think this was just another day in the hunter life.

While Dean was showering and cleaning up I helped Sam sit up, slipping his shirt back over his head while being careful of the stitches. Sam sharply inhaled through his nose, becoming green around the gills as he rested against the headboard. I grabbed the bucket just in time, plopping it on to his lap while he retched into his hand. I sighed, rubbing his back.

“DEAN!”

The shower stopped and Dean poked his head out of the bathroom, concern clear in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sam’s puking; can we get some meds do you think?”

“I’ll have a look.”

At that Sam began to puke violently, to the point that I could feel his pain and it made me wince.

“Sammy…”

“Only De’ can-“

“-whatever, dude. Just listen to me, okay? You need to calm down, it’s been a long night and you’re working yourself up.”

Dean closed the bathroom door, slipping back into the shower. The shower stopped and I felt Sam bury his head into my shoulder while he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re good man, you’re good,” I murmured, and Sam took a deep breath to focus.

“M’done… I think.”

He sat up properly as Dean appeared from the shower, taking Sam’s laptop out of his bag. Doing some googling, he sat at the table in his towel and I made gagging noises.

“Go and get dressed before I puke too; empty the bucket while you’re at it.”

“Dude.”

Dean went back into the bathroom and Sam made a low grunt at the back of his throat. I laughed, brushing a hand through his fringe.

“Try and get some sleep, we’ve still got a couple hours before we need to get going. Might even leave later, if Sammy’s still not feeling well.”

Dean’s voice rang through from the bathroom and I hummed.

“Should we get him something more for the infection? Like, something that’ll stop it flaring up?”

“There’s not a lot we can do Adds; Sammy’s tough, he’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. Last thing we need is a puking Sam in Baby.”

The first thing that filled my mind was panic when I woke up and it was bright outside, my eyes shooting open and I bolted upright to rush to grab my things.

“Sam, Dean wake up we overslept-“

“-Addison, chill. We’re good, I got us another night.”

Dean appeared from the bathroom, shirtless and he grabbed me by the shoulders, giving me a little shake.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked, glancing around with wide eyes. Dean grimaced, gesturing to the closed bathroom door.

“He woke me up because of a nightmare, don’t stress.”

“Is he okay?” I asked, glancing at the bathroom when we heard groaning. Dean shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, I mean-“

“-move.”

I shoved Dean to the side, barging into the bathroom.

My twin was curled back up beside the bath, the ice bucket we’d been using in case he puked during the night sitting next to him. He was red in the face and shaking uncontrollably, and I frowned.

“Oh, shit Sam. You’ve really done it this time, hey?”

“I think I should go to the hospital,” he murmured weakly.

When I looked at Dean, he just nodded.

Sam was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed while Dean paced the room, going back and forth between blaming himself and being angry. I watched him until I was dizzy and confused, instead focusing on Sam.

The infection had been a lot stronger than he’d let on; when the doctor came back, she’d been calm but her voice held underlying concern. The gashes were stitched correctly and were healing, but they’d been so infected it was borderline sepsis.

We’d caught it just in time.

The nurses were all fantastic and had cleaned out the wound again the best they could before using some sort of glue to stick my brother together, then following up with a bandage that wrapped up his entire torso. I could only watch with wide eyes while Dean sat in the corner, silently putting all the blame on himself for Sam’s condition. I knew Dean too well and I tried to reassure him it wasn’t his fault but he wasn’t even slightly interested in what I’d had to say; he’d just pulled out his phone and thanked me for being the voice of reason when Sam couldn’t be.

Sam continued to sleep for a solid six hours; when he woke up I honestly had been about ready to sleep myself. Dean had worried himself into a pit on the couch, curled up and snoring in the typical Winchester way.

“Adds?”

My head shot up and I smiled at my brother, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Hey dude. How are you feeling?”

“Better, I guess. Can I get some water?”

“Sure. Slow sips though, we’re not sure how your stomach will react and the doc doesn’t want you puking up the meds.”

“Shut up.”

I handed him the water and helped him drink, setting the cup back down.

“Your fever’s down,” I murmured. Sam regarded me with careful eyes, a frown making its way over his features.

“I don’t remember a lot of what happened, but Dean… is he okay?”

I glanced over at our older brother, snoring his ass off, and I smiled with a nod.

“Yeah, he’s okay. Worried himself to sleep, not your fault. He just cares.”

“I know.”

Sam yawned, going to stretch before I stopped him.

“Be careful, your back is glued instead of stitched.”

“What? Really?”

“Mm. Don’t worry, it’s tough glue, but the doc has said you need to take it easy for a while.”

“But-“

“-don’t even think about it, Sam. What happened was really serious, you could have died. Again.”

“Woah, don’t sugar coat it,” he tried to joke, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“Too soon, right.”

I went for coffee and left my brothers to talk- Sam and I had always been open with our emotions, but Dean was just like dad and tended to bottle things up. Leaving Sam and Dean to talk meant Dean would hopefully open up a little- I knew he was scared for Sam, but he hadn’t really openly spoken up about it. If Dean was going to confess to anyone, it would be Sam. 100%.

The coffee machine down the hallway made fresh coffee that smelled incredible and I was impressed with it. As I walked down the hallway my phone began to vibrate in my pocket and I put down Dean’s cup to pull it out, choosing answer.

“Hey Bobby-“

“-Sam’s in hospital? What the hell did you idjits do this time?”

“Yeah, Sam’s in hospital. Me and Dean are with him. A hunt went sour a couple days ago, it’s a long story.”

“Kid, I got time.”

I winced.

Bobby was not happy.

Bobby was still yelling at me (and Dean, Sam too) when I got back to Sam’s room. Dean looked up from where Sam was napping, gesturing for me to be quiet. I turned down my volume, gesturing for Dean to come out of the room with me. Bobby was still going and I handed my phone to Dean, waving.

“Bobby, for you. I’ll sit with Sam.”

Luckily the puking had stopped and the doctor was happy with how fast Sam was healing. By day three of shitty hospital food and uncomfortable sleeping positions, Sam was talking and walking and laughing like he usually did.

That was when he was discharged to go home.

For us, home was the Impala. So that was where he went.

Usually we all sat in the front, bopping to music while Sam did research, but when Sam was let out he opted to sit in the backseat and nap, his huge body slung out over the seat. This meant while the music was still going Dean had the heart to turn it down a little so that Sam could catch up on the sleep he’d been missing.

The first hunt was about a week and a half after- a poltergeist, of all things, but we got it figured out and escaped relatively unharmed, Sam included.

Dean joked that Sam being unhurt was a first.

It was too soon.

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“Roadtrip with Rafael: Part One”

Ok, I had this idea in my head for ages and it took me forever to get it done (writer’s block is a bitch!) I hope you all like it!

Part Two

Epilogue

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Rafael stood outside the precinct, tapping his foot impatiently and checking his watch every few minutes. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed your number for the 5th time that morning.

You heard your phone buzz in your pocket. “Must be Barba.” You thought to yourself. Speeding down the road, you glanced at the clock, it was 6:45 am. Both of you were on your way to Buffalo, New York for an assignment and you were late picking him up.

A week ago, your squad had arrested a serial rapist and murderer, James Cleary. Cleary had terrorized the city for a month, raping and murdering 5 young college girls. There were also several other cold cases which you believed were linked to him. During an interrogation, he had let it slip that his killing spree had begun in Buffalo with his old army buddy, Michael Shaw. Shaw had already been arrested for theft and murder in upstate New York, your lieutenant had arranged for a meeting with him in the hopes he would provide information on Cleary and his victims. Rafael had made an agreement with the DA in Buffalo, Shaw would get a deal in exchange for his testimony against Cleary.

Rafael turned his head and held his arms up in exasperation upon seeing you pull up to the front of the precinct. “You’re 45 minutes late, Y/N!” The ADA exclaimed as he got in the car. “We have a scheduled appointment with Shaw at 2:30! It’s a 7 hour drive upstate. What if we miss it?”

You rubbed your temples, it was too early in the morning to hear Barba barking in your ear. “Calm your tits, Barba! I’m sorry, I set my alarm for “PM” instead of “AM.” Besides, the way I drive...we’ll be there with time to spare.” You said pulling back onto the street and speeding down the block.

“Great...as long we make it there in one piece.” Rafael grumbled. You reached down into the car console and handed him the extra coffee and breakfast burrito you brought him. “Just relax, Rafael. Have some coffee, eat some breakfast and we’ll be there before you know it.” He graciously accepted both, “Thanks,” he replied.

When you first found out that you would be accompanying Rafael to Buffalo, you were less than thrilled. This was your first big assignment and you wanted to do a great job without any distractions or fighting. You and Rafael always seemed to be butting heads. Your first time meeting the ADA, he had mistaken you for an intern and tried to shoo you out of his office. A year later and you both still pushed each other’s buttons, but as much as you bickered with Rafael, even you had to admit that the two of you did make a great team. You both brought out the best in each other, always pushing the other to be better, get more evidence, find a new way to prosecute a case.

Underneath the arguing, there was also an undeniable sexual chemistry between you two. He may have been an ass, but Rafael was incredibly sexy, many times you would watch as he confidently strutted into the bullpen. His seductive green eyes, lustrous hair and that ass that reminded you of two scoops of butter pecan ice cream, you didn’t know if you wanted to fight him or grab him by the lapels and kiss him hard. For awhile, you thought your lusting after Rafael was completely one sided but there were moments when you would catch him staring at you. As soon as your eyes would meet, he would adjust his tie and clear his throat, a flush creeping up on his face, which made you think perhaps this lust filled infatuation was mutual.

On your way over to the precinct this morning, you made a pact with your head and your heart. You would try to be more open to Rafael’s side, especially when it came to this case and squash any burning desire you had to ride his thick Cuban cock into the sunset. “Open mind, closed legs” was your mantra for the trip. Of course being inches away from Rafael, breathing in the heady scent of his cologne, was making the closed legs portion of your promise incredibly difficult to uphold.

You stopped at a red light and turned to face the ADA, “Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye on certain things, but I want to try to work together and not argue so much. Let’s just have a good trip and nail this bastard.”

Rafael smirked and nodded his head, “I agree.” You smiled and waited for the light to turn.

While you were focusing on the road, Rafael looked over at you, studying your profile. He thought you were an amazing detective, which is why he would push you as much as he did. He also liked that you gave as much as you got. Although you and him always seemed to disagree, there was something more between you two, bubbling beneath the surface. Often Rafael would find himself stealing glances of you, taking in your large eyes, shapely mouth, the way your hair framed your face, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Over the months, his desire for you grew stronger. While laying in bed, he would think about what it would be like to kiss you, to taste you, to feel your legs wrapped around him while you moaned his name. Sometimes, he would catch you out of the corner of his eye, staring at him, blushing and biting your bottom lip, only causing blood to pump further south to his shaft.

“You’re awfully quiet, counselor.” You casually said waking Rafael from his reverie. “Do you want to listen to some music? If I have to drive for 7 hours in silence, I’ll go crazy.” You handed your phone over to the ADA. Rafael looked through your playlists, amazed at your collection. “Oh my God, Y/N. How can you have so music! You really listen to all of this?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I love music, how it makes you feel, the significance behind songs, the artistry. It’s really beautiful. I can go from listening to Spice Girls in the morning, by lunchtime I’ll switch over to Hole or some Fleetwood Mac and end the day with Childish Gambino or Leon Bridges. It’s amazing how in one day, your mood can just change all through music. It can make you happy or sad, it’s like….art in motion, people baring their souls in just a few short minutes of a song. Nietzsche said, “without music, life would be a mistake.”

Rafael looked at you amazed, he had no idea how passionate you were about music. “So do you always make your passengers the DJ and quote German philosophers?” You giggled, blushing a little. Rafael deciding it was the cutest thing he had ever heard. “German philosophers no, but I always let my driving partner pick the music and the squad loves it. Fin plays 90s hip hop, we listen to Wu-Tang Clan while we debate about who shot Tupac and Biggie Smalls. Sonny and I rock out to The Ramones and The Clash. Amanda has opened me up to country music and we both love Old Crow Medicine Show. Mike is all about the Bruce Springsteen and Billy Joel.”

“What about Olivia?” He asked. You looked over at Rafael. “Promise not to tell?”

“Of course,” he replied with a smirk. You let out a breath, “Olivia loves disco.” Rafael began to laugh upon hearing the guilty pleasure of his good friend. “You’re lying, Y/N.”

“Would I lie to you? I promise, she is a major disco queen. We listen to Abba, Gloria Gaynor, Donna Summer, the Bee Gees, everything.”

“Olivia Benson….disco queen.” Rafael mumbled as he looked through your playlist, finding his choice. “Ok, Y/N. You ready for my song choice.”

You playfully purred, “Mmmmm do your worst, Rafael.” He smirked at you and pressed play, suddenly the car was filled with the opening song to Hamilton. You smiled, surprised at his choice. “I never took you for a Hamilton fan, counselor.”

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, detective.” Rafael replied. “Well we have 7 hours, tell me everything.” You playfully demanded.

The two of you rocked out to Hamilton, even singing a few songs together, when the soundtrack finished, there was still 5 hours left of your road trip. The two of you passed the time talking about everything, your childhoods, likes, dislikes, your passions. By the time you reached Buffalo, you both had a new found appreciation for each other, you really enjoyed talking to the ADA. The conversation felt comfortable, it was almost as if the walls Rafael had built up over the years were starting to break down and you were just now getting to know him for the first time.

The two of you made it to Buffalo Correctional Facility with 20 minutes to spare. Sitting next to the ADA, you both waited for Michael Shaw to come out of his cell.You jostled your leg, starting to feel nervous, you really were hoping Shaw could give you the information you needed. You felt Rafael’s hand on your shaking leg, his fingertips radiating warmth, “Hey, Y/N. It’s going to be ok.” You gifted him a small smile, while he gave your leg one last squeeze. Finally a buzzer rang and in walked Michael Shaw.

Shaw licked his lips and looked you over, his gaze made your skin crawl, but you pulled your shoulders back and sat up straight. “Wow, if I had known that someone as beautiful as you was coming to talk to me, I would have combed my hair or something. Mmmm I bet you get all the guys going where you work, darling.” Shaw said before looking over at Rafael and winking.

The ADA clenched his jaw. You were gorgeous and he was used to seeing men at the precinct stare at you, even some of the perps would make crude comments to you, but something in Shaw’s mannerism was making Rafael feel uneasy. He felt a deeply rooted urge to protect you from Shaw.

“We’re not talking about myself, Mr.Shaw. Let’s talk about your friend, James Cleary, remember him?” You asked the inmate.

Shaw looked up, as if the answer to your question was in the air. “James Cleary….sounds familiar. Maybe?” Rafael slid a file across the table to Shaw containing James’ photo along with photos of the missing girls, “Perhaps this will refresh your memory.”

The inmate looked over the pictures while you began to talk. “You tell us what you know about Cleary and any of these missing girls and there may be something in this for you.”

“Quid pro quo, Mr. Shaw. With the information you provide, we may be able to strike a deal and lessen your prison sentence.” Rafael said. Shaw mused over the files before looking up at you, “These girls don’t hold a candle to you, gorgeous. Too bad we didn’t meet a few years ago before I ended up here. I would have rocked your world, baby doll.”

You kept your poker face, when deep down you wanted to throw up at Shaw’s insinuation. “You couldn’t handle me, honey.”

“Don’t be so sure.” Shaw said as he licked his lips. Rafael clenched his fists to keep from beating the man up, “Do we have a deal or not, Mr. Shaw?” He barked at the inmate.

Shaw leaned forward and looked directly at him. “That depends, is she part of the deal? I get a little conjugal time with your pretty little detective here?” He replied motioning towards you. Rafael stood up and banged his fists on the table with such force, you jumped. “That’s enough, Mr. Shaw. Either you tell us about James Cleary and these girls or you rot here in your cell.” He growled at the inmate. You had never seen Rafael this angry and defensive, he stared at Shaw not backing down.

The inmate looked at the two of you for a moment and laughed. “Relax, I was just messing around. Sit down counselor and I’ll tell you all about Mr. Cleary, provided the deal is still on the table.”

Rafael sat down and looked over at you with a hint of a smirk. “Start talking Mr. Shaw.” You said to the inmate.

After Rafael threatened to take away the deal, Michael Shaw was more than willing to spill the beans on his friend and you were able to identify two more of his victims. You left on a high, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Well I don’t know about you, Barba, but I could use a drink and a steak. Want to check into our hotel and then grab some food maybe.”

Rafael was grateful it was beginning to get dark to conceal the flush he was getting on his cheeks. It’s not like you two hadn’t had causal drinks with the rest of the squad before, but now it was just the two of you alone. After everything that had happened today, it felt different. Not wanting to seem overeager, Rafael maintained his composure, “That sounds great, Y/N.”

The two of you got in the car to head towards the hotel. Before you put the key in the ignition, you squeezed the ADA’s shoulder, “I meant to say earlier….thank you for defending me back there with Shaw. He was a real creep and I really appreciated you having my back.” You placed your hand in his own, Rafael looked down, it looked so small compared to his larger paw. He smiled back at you and gently squeezed your hand, “You’re welcome.” The two of you kept each other’s gaze for a few moments. Rafael’s eyes moved down to your lips, desperately wanting to just reach out and kiss you. You blushed and pulled your hand back, starting the car.

“So Y/N, where would you like to go for dinner.” Rafael asked, hoping the topic would help to dissipate the sexual tension. “Well I did a bit of research on this area and I think I know the perfect spot. You up for a little fun, counselor?” You said with a mischievous smile. Your flirty comments sent a tingle straight to Rafael’s groin, “Lead the way detective.” You pulled out of the parking spot and headed towards the hotel, excited for your evening with Rafael.

#rafael barba #rafael barba fic #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #barba fic #barba imagine #barba x reader #law and order svu imagine #law and order svu fic

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incognitofujoshi · 6 years

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I Think I’ve Always Cared for You Ch. 2 (T-rated for now)

Midoriya met Todoroki at the Dorms, five minutes before the hour. He, desperately, needed to finish “something”, so Todoroki agreed to meet him, to practice, in another half an hour. It gave him more time to read.

They, along with a few other students, were granted permission to use Gym Gamma. Todoroki had arrived too early, and sat down by the Gym entrance. After a little while, he became antsy; he checked a nearby clock, for the third time in a single minute. ‘Midoriya should be arriving any minute now…’, he thought. Full of nerves, Todoroki looked at each of the students training, until he gazed upon two familiar faces.

Kendo and Tetsutetsu, from class 1-B, were training in a nearby corner. He decided to watch the two, to take his mind off of the time. Kendo was trying to improve her grip strength by squeezing Tetsutetsu, and he was trying to break out of her grip. Todoroki would have thought that Kendo had the upper hand, until he noticed her strain to hold on. It seemed that Tetsutetsu had superior strength, as he pushed through her fingers without too much difficulty. He’d have to inform Midoriya of his findings.

“Todoroki Kun, Sorry, I hope you didn’t wait too long.”

The dual-quirked student used every inch of his being to not jump. With measured restraint, he turned around to nod a greeting to Midoriya. “I didn’t.” He reached into his bag. “I brought you water.”

“Thank You!” Midoriya grabbed the bottle and beamed. His beautiful eyes peered through Todoroki’s composure, for one brief moment, and then shot to an empty corner, opposite from Kendo and Tetsutetsu. Deku reached for Todoroki’s hand, and dragged him over to claim the open space. “Is this side of the gym ok?”, he asked, upon their arrival.

“Yes. This is perfect.” Todoroki let a genuine smile touch his lips. It was small, but there. His, cool, right hand felt faintly warm where Midoriya had held it, and his face felt hot with fervor.

“T-T-T-Todoroki Kun! You’re smiling!” Midoriya stuttered out, loudly. His face shone red. He was equally stunned and curious for the reason behind that smile.

Lamely, Todoroki held a hand in front of his face, and seemingly pushed his mouth back into it’s regular frown. “Never.”, he attempted to joke. It worked; Midoriya laughed and visibly relaxed. The Ice and Flame student took both their bags, and waters, and placed them by the closest wall.

“Let’s get started?” Midoriya offered, after a moment of comfortable silence.

With a nod from Todoroki, he sprang forward for the surprise offensive. A kick landed into a man’s size worth of ice, where Todoroki’s shoulder was, a mere moment previous. Midoriya retracted his leg out of the shield and, with it, brought half of the ice down. Todoroki, quickly, flung four expanding ice bolts towards him. They all, seemingly, missed. Midoriya was about to say, “You don’t have to worry about hurting me.”, until the sounds of ice spreading alerted him to look behind himself. From the four points behind him, Todoroki was able to, more easily, create a wall of ice. The wall was avalanche-fast, to launch into a wave motion blast. Boulder sized ice would have knocked Midoriya to the ground, had he not used One for All to jump high into the air. Midoriya had almost slipped on the ice with that jump, knocking his knee against the ground, before he catapulted up. ’This is going to be good practice.’ He smiled with enthusiasm as he sailed back down, readying his next descending kick attack…

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The sparring continued until both of the young men were worn out. Midoriya was down on one knee, with his hands on the ground, breathing heavily. Todoroki stood against the wall, with his hands on his knees and his head bent forward.

“You’re so cool, Todoroki Kun!” Midoriya finally looked up and smiled “Your attacks are so precise and measured - and your style is really developing!”

Todoroki wasn’t used to compliments, at all. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to do with being praised for his hard work. “We’re all improving. You’re doing really well with adapting your fighting style to your legs.” At mentioning his legs, Todoroki looked Midoriya over, and saw a small bleeding scab on his knee, by the edge of his shorts. Without hesitation, he walked over and sat in front of him. An iced hand moved over Midoriya’s knee, washing and cooling his wound. He held his eyes on his knee.

“T-Todoroki Kun!” Midoriya squeaked, both surprised by the sudden tenderness and strangely embarrassed to have his friend’s hand on his leg.

Todoroki’s only action was to explain what he was doing as he continued. “…It’s what my mother would do, when I got hurt.” His eyes remained down.

Midoriya remembered what Todoroki had told him about his family, at the Sports Festival. “Todoroki…” The name rolled off of his lips in a melancholy tone. “Thank You. You’re such a good friend.”

“So we are friends?” Todoroki asked aloud. He looked into Deku’s emerald pools. His expression read that he was being completely serious.

“What? Of course we are! D-Did you not think we were?” Midoriya was a little bothered by the question, until it clicked for him… Todoroki was used to keeping to himself; he hardly talked with anyone. He wasn’t used to being close to people; during practices and out of school activities, he’d normally go off by himself. He, more than likely, didn’t recognize Midoriya’s attempts at becoming close with him.

“I hoped so. I just - I haven’t had many.” Todoroki ended weakly, disgusted by how pitiful it sounded coming from his mouth. He rose to his feet, and rubbed his shoulder absentmindedly. A momentary scowl took over his expression.

Midoriya snapped back from his thoughts. “I’m your friend!” He sprung up and wrapped his arms around Todoroki in a warm embrace.

What started as a stunned, unreciprocated hug, slowly became a secure, entangled, indulgence. “May I call you Izuku?” Soft curls brushed against his face, from a nod. He nuzzled into them.

Midoriya smiled wide, into his neck and shoulder. “Of course, Todoroki!”

“Please, call me Shoto.” These two sentences were all he could muster, while continuing to resist melting. Wisps of smoke began to come off of his left shoulder, and Shoto had to take deep, calming breaths to cool down. He, also, tried to hide taking the deep breaths. The experience was dizzying, and warm, and over too quickly.

Izuku let go to look over at the clock, at the front of Gym Gamma. “We should study soon, if we want to fit that in tonight.” He grabbed his water bottle off of the floor, and brushed some of the ice off the bottom. It was really cool how hot Shoto had felt, but how cool he could keep things. “Would you like to study in my dorm, or the common room? Or, even at the Hero Cafe?”, the green haired angel suggested.

Shoto hadn’t heard him, still wrapped up in their moment.

‘Perhaps he wants things more private…’ Izuku thought. “We could go to my place, or yours?” He stepped in front of Shoto to get his attention.

The words first hit Shoto’s ear as an innuendo, and he quickly turned away to retrieve his bag. ‘He’s asking about studying!’, he had to remind himself, internally. There was no way he could have hid his blushing when he turned around to Izuku, so he settled on keeping his head down. “ We can go to mine.”

Izuku, also, grabbed his belongings and they both exited the Gym. They made light conversation about the weather and an upcoming test, but Izuku was most excited to talk about a new All Might figure, coming out soon. That conversation turned into Hero Facts, and he was surprised by how much Shoto knew his All Might trivia.

Entering the Dorms, and then, again, walking through the kitchen, Izuku’s stomach growled loudly. He grabbed at it, embarrassed.

“Have you eaten yet?” Shoto asked.

The blushy boy covered his pink face. “No.”

“That’s ok. I’ll cook us something.” The common room was adjacent to the kitchen. Shoto set his bag down, by the side table in the common room, then came back to wash his hands. Spending all of this time with Izuku was making him more happy than he had been in a long while. He grabbed some of his set-aside broth from the fridge, and began to heat it up, along with boiling some dried rice noodles from the pantry.

“That smells great! Are you cooking something Midoriya?” Kaminari came over from the Bakusquad on the couch (sans Bakugo and Kirishima), drawn by the scent of Miso. Sero blocked everyone and every scent out, to continue to work on his homework.

“Nope. Todoroki Kun is!” Kaminari looked over in hunger and awe. Shoto was chopping green onions, now.

Ashido and Jiro directed their sights to what their oblivious Pikachu was doing. Ashido smiled, knowingly. “Kaminari, come here and tell Jiro that her music, in her headphones, is too loud!” Jiro looked over at Ashido, annoyed, until she saw the intent in her expression. Ashido looked back and forth: from Todoroki and Midoriya, and then back to her a few times. Jiro nodded in confirmation, to participate with Ashido’s little lie.

“I’m sure it’s not that loud.” Kaminari defended Jiro, as he returned to the couch to test them out himself.

Shoto, hearing all of the commotion, looked over to Jiro. She smiled at him, and then winked. He hastily turned back around, to finish chopping. Dread washed over him, but he had to persevere, to feed his hungry crush.

Shoto placed a bowl of soup in front of Izuku, after everything had finished simmering together; he promptly dug in, and “Mmmmm”d. “Shoto! This is delicious.”

“Would you believe me, if I said I only know how to make soups?” Shoto basked in the compliment, and walked around to join Izuku at the table.

The young men talked, and enjoyed each other’s company in peace, until Iida jogged up to them, animated as ever. “It’s time for lights out!” He announced. Both Izuku and Shoto cleaned their dishes, and began walking back to their rooms.

Shoto escorted Izuku to his door, and bowed respectfully. “Goodnight, Izuku… Thank You for everything.” He looked up and legitimately smiled. It wasn’t a large smile, but it wasn’t small this time ,either.

“AH! We didn’t study!” Izuku, suddenly, remembered.

“It’s alright. If you’re free, we can tomorrow?” Shoto held his breath for the answer. This was the closest he’d had to asking to see him again, one on one. He was going to take advantage of this opportunity if it killed him.

“I am! I can’t wait!” Izuku’s smile could brighten the darkest night. “We’ll decide a time tomorrow. Goodnight Shoto!” He bowed back.

With their goodbyes said, Todoroki strolled back to his room, worn out. He was tired from class, sparring, cooking…watching himself around Izuku - but it was all for a good reason, he’d decided. His new mission was to become someone special for Izuku; a true friend, and maybe something more, if he’d permit it.

Author’s Note: Feel free to re-blog if you like it : ) Just don’t steal, please.

#tododeku #todoroki x midoriya #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bakushima #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #ithinkivealwayscaredforyou #my hero academia

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neo-shitty · 3 years

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toffee!

no dont apologise! i didnt check until just then so np :)

mmm yeah it is a bit trippy. hehe ITS TRUE THO. yeah sadly i think ur right, and tag blocking is probably a good idea. sometimes smut written well or not in excess is okay but goddamn when its abt 01 line and thats the whole fic... *silently blocks tags*

hehe i do that all the time lol this conversation is carrying on threads from a month ago :) mmm yeah ur probably right sadly, same. HA HE DIDNT HAVE A CHOICE and now i have someone to talk to abt them, so thats good! I KNOW felix was actually the one who got me into skz with his iconique gods menu line so i guess i have a soft spot for him. i always tell myself my bias is chan but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ guess im more whipped than id like to admit. mmm yeah that does make sense dw i hope they do that as well. YES king seungmin hIMSELF. GODDAMNIT DONT GET ME STARTED ON MINHO IN GODS MENU I DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE WAS PART OF THE GROUP UNTIL I STARTED GETTING MORE INTO THEM. BITCH (affectionate) THE LINE DISTRIBUTION HAS BEEN UTTER DOG SHIT but *deep breath* its better now so were moving on adn hoping it stays that way. sis same but i may or may not have gone thru a rlly depressed phase and actively sought out the elimination episodes so i could actually force some tears out of my emotionless shell of a heart but what cna you do? lmaoo i feel that irl, binnie deserves more vocal lines. yesss channies accent is rlly prominent then, i think also the way he structures his phrasing? is more english speaking than korean? but yeah i totally get what ur saying. AJKSAL lmao

okay then! im excited for whenever it gets done! (maybe tag me?) ahh the cold shrivelled heart of a dark au writer beats again at the thought of torturing another poor characters very soul (/j) :(( yeah that would suck not being able to see them. ohhh ur on the other hemisphere to me! were just going into spring rn. mmm smth to look forward to! YES you put it into words. they rlly are pretty independent from the company (remember how jyp rejected that other dudes songs after like 3 seconds and then how he was apparently nervous to show the song hed written to chan cos chan was so good at writing hits ahhh sweet revenge) mmmYES we rlly need a mute and remove notifications button for our brains dont we?

YES CORRECT i totally agree. some people jsut dont give it a try, adn assume its bad cos its korean smh racist assholes. yes! im coming up to my 6 month anniv actually! sis sAME, i feel like theyre being tugged into appealing to the western american market and theyre not staying as true to their artistic flair as a group, especially with only writing english songs atm. *sigh* ah well, at least theyre bringing recognition to the kpop world. AHUH dead on, theyre going to be discarded pretty soon and then where will bp be? theyll prob go solo paths which is rlly sad but what can you do when the company is run by a prideful asshole? yg is not going to last much longer in the big four if they keep this up.

hehe you get it. oooh very cool! whos ur ult? (sorry if youve said this before) mmmm yeah good decision, i feel liek thats probably a wise decision. this is my first album release as a kpop stan (not counting mixtape oh) so i think ill get it for sentiments sake. yeah! im excited for the new music! mingi was the one who got me into them, but atm my bias is seonghwa followed by san, wooyoung and ateez but jonghos high notes man *swoon* he, yeah atm ive got jake, jay, nikki, jungwon and sunoo down so just trying to get the rest :) heh, yeah kard i rlly only got into cos of bm, ive seen him like interacting with a lot of idols and he seemed nice so i decided to check out the group. ikr gunshot man *another swoon*

no noe! i didnt know what it was until i got it lol. thx toffee ill try and take that to mind :) yeah lol im on a waiting list thats not going to be free until late september so hopefully i can hold on until then. hope ur okay, that sounds like it sucks, hope you can find someone. maybe ill just take you along on my phone and the therapist can get a two for one patient deal lmaooo. mmm, sorry no i havent mentioned it before, i dont rlly talk abt it much. uhhh basically hypermobility? if you google it, it doesnt seem bad, jsut joint flexibility but ive got the severe end of the stick, leaning towards ehlers danlos syndrome so thats fun. basically it just makes it hard for me to exercise, run, jump, stand or just walk for long periods of time and gives me a lot of joint and muscle pain so... thats fun! but obviously so many other people have it worse than me, so i try not to complain. normally in young people it will improve as they get older, but my doctor said bc its severe in me, its unlikely to get much better. but again, i dont have the worst lot in the bunch, so its all g.

oh its good that its not the bad type of rain, a light sprinkling can be relaxing sometimes. aww thx darl, the concern is appreciated but it went pretty well and i managed not to cough too much on stage or kill myself trying to run around to the other side of the stage in the pouring rain so thats good! oooh tea buddies! my dogs a labradoodle, but shes a bit more of a feral poodle lol not much labrador in her at all, unless its her relentless urge to hunt down every bird that has ever walked this earth smh :((( hopefully they can come back on soon, does uni have dances?

ahhh a mood if i ever heard one. hopefully things will get better for you soon, ik anxiety sucks ass. ooh thats always good! when its sunny here, its always melt ur thongs to the pavement hot so the nicely cool sunny days are a lovely change. hehe impatience is not so good for you, but good for us that get to see ur beautiful theme early. ahh no worries, itll come eventually hopefully. and if not, then just things that make you not anxious are good. it doesnt have to be black or white, sometimes gray is good. mmmmm sames i have midterms this week to catch up on and then two weeks of end of terms so thats fun! i hope u can overcome that a little, heres some channie to be ur motivation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8LWyNjzOww. hah! i hear that all the time, he seems to be everywhere. did you see that tiktok of hans slowed back door rap, i stg it sounded EXACTLY like namjoon, it kinda scared me. also teh beginning of another day, sounds so much like joon i swear.

that reminds me! idk ur biases! i feel like this should be smth i should know so please! feel free to elaborate!

ahh im glad, i was worried it is. mmm same, so no hard feelings if either of us misses a day or smth. ill start worrying if weeks/months have gone by, but if its just a little while thats more than fine. ill just picture you studiously completing notes and i wont worry lol

<3 w.a. 🐺

at some point i really think i'm going to start blocking accounts because blocking tags won't be enough. i saw ask tags the other day and it just made me want to bleach my eyeballs.

i could talk about god's menu felix for hours man. the teaser for god's menu that featured his part on the bridge made me look forward to the mv release. you: biases chan, also you: lixiesbabyhands. yes you are more whipped than you think. i can't believe orange haired minho was given NOTHING during that era but they kind of made up for it in the b-sides. i also hope it stays that way. the distribution for this era was pretty fair.

"torturing another poor character's soul" in all honesty, i used to live for this. 2017 me leading up to early 2020 wrote nothing but angst. i have another aussie friend on twt and tbh i'm still really (O.o) about the seasons! jyp should be terrified skz could easily take over that company. heck if skz grow old and start their own company, they'd probably do a great job at running it. PLEASE. i have issues on muting/notifications both mentally and in real life. sometimes, i just wish to disappear.

some people in my country are just disgusting tbh. not only racist but homophobic too. they label kpop as 'gay' and it DISGUSTS me. it's a problematic behavior/mindset people in my country need to fucking get rid of. anyway, HELP ME 6 MONTHS??? and i've been in this shit for like a decade eye. tbh, i’m not fond of kpop groups trying to appeal to the western audience :// it feels like they’re losing their identity in a way. yes recognition but at what cost? yg has my favorite groups but that’s one shitty company when it comes to promoting.

okay my ult! it’s haechan from nct but i consider chan an ult too. like a close second above my whopping list of kpop boys. oh yes! you should get the album just for like a keepsake? remembrance? how did mingi appeal to you? omg did you start getting interested in ateez back when he was still on hiatus? NOT YOU BIASING THE SAME PEOPLE I DID WHEN I FIRST STARTED STANNING. the infamous ateez thot-line. jongho is easily one of the best fourth gen vocalists out here, no one can change my mind :( good luck with memorizing the rest of enhypen! just in time for the comeback too. i hope i’ll get into kard soon but i’m pretty content (and a tad bit overwhelmed) with the amount of groups i stan right now.

please hold on though, feel free to vent here if you like. thanks for the offer tho HAHA but like i’ll try to get checked here too when the cases die down a bit. i’m sorry to hear about your condition though :( please don’t ever overwork yourself to the point that your joints/muscles would ache. it’s completely valid to complain about it tho. i get that you have others in mind but keeping that mindset really doesn’t do you (like you internally) any better? so if you need to, vent your frustrations out and don’t keep it in.

oh my god, about your performance last sunday. was the stage out in the open? glad you didn’t cough too much and did well on your concert. i’m proud of you! i can never understand dogs and poor birds T_T uni doesn’t have dances unfortunately. i think there’s just one party at the end like a graduation ball. what year are you in anyway? if it’s something that you’re fine with sharing. if not, it’s cool.

good luck with your exams! and thanks for the link! AHA what a cutie. i think he does this motivation thing once in a while during his lives and it’s just comforting. yeah joon and han my irl just freaked when we made that discovery. ult crumbs for her. oh god not me forgetting about every biases when you asked. you can ask for my biases in a few groups just list down the one’s you’re interested in knowing.

i missed yesterday because i was grinding and finishing what if we stay + school work. finally did it today. i’m sure i’ll reply in like a day or two, definitely not a month unless i state otherwise. if i ever decide to abandon this blog, i’ll let you know.

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 4 years

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Lesson I learned from you

1. Never fall in love somebody who’s already taken.

2. Never wait to see if somebody will change their mind to pick you.

3. Never hope that things will get better, because if it’s already shitty...its just gonna get worse.

4. Never lie and try to hide how much you care about someone. That shit will eat you alive until it festers and vomits out your throat.

5. Never consider having sex with someone and their wife, if really all you wanted was to selfishly keep the husband to yourself.

6. Never cheat in love, because if you cheat, you’re lying to yourself too about the foundation being solid. This shit ain’t like MyLittlePony mf. Love is hard. Its diligent. Its patient and kind.

7. Never fall for someone who told you “Don’t fall for me” or “Im and asshole.” Although this person may have insecurities, they’re most likely considering your time and patience by telling you the truth. These aren’t clues to make you find out why. These are warnings people. If they bluntly say that hurtfully truthful stuff about their character...they definitely mean it. Its not a pick up line for you to try harder to change their mind about how they see themselves. How people see themselves is a reflection of their character. Believe that.

8. Never tell a lie to a trusted friend, just to see if they’ll let you fit in. Lies can create mishaps. Especially when you have to lie to yourself to keep that lie as a fact in your dictionary of beliefs to believe in case they ask you, “are you lying?” just to make two lovely ass twins be you're girlfriends.

9. If a girl, boy, or they say they don’t want to be with you. Don't try to convince them otherwise. It wasn’t a chance for you to prove to them just how worthy you were. Real talk, if someone can't see it, you don’t have to buy them another pair of prescription glasses to see it. Move the fuck on. Im not kidding you. It’ll save you a lot of time and money.

10. Don't let no woman take you on the ring around the rosy. She knew she wanted you to let her go a long time. I bet she’s like finally like, YEA YOU DID IT! YOU FINALLY LET ME GO. It was probably just a phase any way to keep her sex affairs going without it looking too demanding in character.

11. Don't let no one abuse you, take advantage of you, or steal your heart away without permission. If it wasn’t meant to be. It just wasn’t meant to be. God wouldn’t let you get tormented and tortured just so you could get married to a crook who switches tags at Walmart’s self-chekouts. Read up on the meaning of true love.

12. Don't ever sustain no man/woman/person’s attempts to seek love elsewhere for their comfortability. Truth is, if it hurts you seeing them with other people, looking at other people, and flirting with people in front of your face. Don't continue to date them. Find somebody else. They probably still want to be single, but just haven't told you. Or they like to keep an insurance policy at the house just in case they change their mind about somebody...to keep their options open.

13. Never marry somebody or get engaged to someone just because you don't want them to walk away. Keeping a girl attached with statements and progressions of higher commitment, while still treating her like you’re single...DOES NOT make the relationship better. Its still the same bullshit as before if no one takes accountability for their actions and makes a steady to see the needs to create a change.

14. Don’t kiss nobody unless you actually mean it. Don't have sex with someone who you want a commitment with, unless they commit to you first. Truth is, you’re just handing vote-for-me cookies to your greatest “maybe” people. Cause’ if they weren’t your first choice, you’ll probably be their last one.

15. Never lower your moral standards just to keep someone happy. If they ask you to help cheat, say no. Its probably a warning that you’re too available to them. Especially if you know virtually interaction is getting too close to PG-13 its time to cut the conversation off.

16. Don't risk your life or your heart for somebody else’s attachment to you. If either of you feel like your life would end without the other, its probably just a misplacement in temperament. It’s cut short. Its short lived for a reason. It wasn't meant to last. God intended for us not to own our partners, but to experience our conjoined lives right beside them.

17. If you ever meet somebody that makes your clit or your dick get hard. It was probably just lust. Lust can feel like love to even the most brightest hearts. Im an empath. I should know. If you suffered from childhood trauma, someone’s touch can make you feel like its love if it makes you feel special.

18. It’s not the end of the world. You’re just not the one. They’ll be multiple partners who will make you feel just as great as they made you feel. Some will make you feel better to where you see stars, girl. Its just how you connect. If the person makes it known that they were just tryna “get some” from you, don’t fool with them if thats not all you wanted. Because what you agree to, they’ll be ok with just giving you less than what you wanted. If you wanna date, then date. If you want a hoe, then let that girl know “hoe, its just sex.” And ladies if you don't like being treated like a bedroom girl, but you want an official, committed “claim-me-im-yours” relationship don't give him the access card...the key to your heart....to yo pussy. That’s bullshit minimum wage this motherfucka’ is tryna offer you. DONT TAKE HIS SHIT.

19. If you done be done. Don’t wait to see if it get better. Don't hold out because you afraid you aint gonna find better. If a man wanna be single, but keep you at home, thats false advertising, ladies. Because he's slutty outside, “but im, your bitch” at home....thats not loyal. He’s just got a place to sleep. Like a dog. A dog like that gonna come back home to eat his food, watch tv, and sleep with you. Then act like you don’t mind, because they don't care how their actions affect you. Thats called disrespectful.

20. Never feel obligated to stay. Leeeeaaaaaveeee that mf. If a person make you feel miserable, and trapped, WHY YOU STILL THERE? Oh, cause I love them and I know it can’t get any worse.....but look at what “your love” is doing to you. Got you attached to some ungrateful ass, unappreciative ass, low down dirty dog, who makes you feel better about it by kissing up on you. Thats not true love. Thats some toxic parasite/host shit. Some codependency will have your ass feeling trapped. Especially if they the wrong one.

Nobody said you had to compromise your happiness, your mental health, or your money for somebody’s else nastiness and addictions.

21. DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH A NARCISISST> that bitch know how to trick daddy pimp yo’ ass into some “who the fool, wtf, Houdini type of shit. I am not fucking playing with you. And it be right when yo ass leave that they wanna change or offer some skittles out they last fucking pocket. “Like damn this aint good enough for you?”

“Hellll nahhhh, I said I wanted commitment, don't try to bargain lower than what I’m asking. DEAL OR NO DEAL.”

“I’ll suck yo titties and pee on your pusssy”

Mmmmm........(*breathes)

(*internally screaming breaks Sith Lord mind tricks)

NO. Gtfo Slytherin.

#narcissist #fake love #lessons in love #ghosted that ass #she thought she was slick

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jumarit38 · 7 years

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THROUGH TIME - CHAPTER 10

#WMatsui #Matsui Jurina #Matsui Rena #FanFiction

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showmethebeautyinlife-blog · 7 years

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Pieces Of My Soul.

Chapter 2 - Surprise part 2.

After getting off of the phone to Shay I sat for a while questioning what had just happened. Are we really going to Korea? I wonder why. How.

I don’t know how to react. I want to scream, shout, run, smile, ask everyone I knew if it was true and for what reason. What reason? Why? How? Instead of packing my bags like I was told to I flopped onto my bed and began drifting into my own world, not knowing anything that was about to happen.

After some time I heard a knock on the front door, not fully responding to the sound until I heard the voices of my mum and Shay’s chatting away at the front door and the sound of heavy running up the stairs.

“Y/N!!!” She gleammed as I turned my head to look in her direction before her face turned into a confused expression. “What are you doing? Have you even moved since I called you? I thought I had told you to start packing your bags!”

I suddenly sprung up from my lying position, half in a jump to stand, however stopping as soon as I reach standing point to sit down again thinking that I couldn’t handle the surprise. “YOU WAS BEING SERIOUS!” I couldn’t help but shout.

I heard a little “Oooo I think she figured out they’re really going.” From downstairs not really know who’s mum it was.

“Yes I was being serious. Why would I call you so early in the morning in order to get you to pack for a holiday, if I didn’t mean it?” Shay said this as she headed to my closet to start picking out outfits for said holiday.

I ended up just sitting and staring for a while as I watched my best friend have a magical time in the land that is my closet. “Come on, get up and start folding. Or at least go and get your suitcase.” Instead of continuing to sit there I finally get up to help out. To begin with I go out and obtain my suitcase. After, I proceeded to help Shay collect my outfits from “Narnia” and continue to pack, folding each set delicately.

I realised eventually that she was picking only the best outfits that I had within the whole wardrobe, so I began to question why. “Shay, why are you only picking out the best outfits that I have?”

She smiled and gave a light giggle. “Well…” she paused a little and I wondered why. “You’ll see when we get there.” “Not only that but we are going on holiday and you need to look your absolute best!”

“Okay…” looking at Shay rather suspiciously. “Wait, when are we going?”

“This afternoon.”

“WHAT?”

“Like I said, this afternoon.”

I looked at her with bewilderment. “AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO TELL ME THIS BEFORE TODAY!” I begin to panic running around like a headless chicken. “There’s so much I need, I have to have my hair things, beauty items, toothbrush, my shoes! So much!”

“Y/N calm down, it’s not that big of a deal, I already packed before meeting you yesterday. I have all the time in the world to sit here with you packing your things.”

I sighed. “But what if we forget something and remember last minute. You know what my memory is like…” As I was looking down in disappointment, Shay pulled out a note pad.

“Already sorted.” I looked up and sure enough there was everything that we needed was on that list as far as I could tell. I even checked it over twice. “Just because I knew you would panic and you are usually the one who has to organise everything.”

After quiet a few hours of us rushing about trying to get a hold on everything that I possibly needed to survive for a month, we was eventually all packed and ready to go on our very first holiday together. I was so excided that I didn’t come across as bothered in the slightest but really I was trying not to scream. We ended up dragging all of my things downstairs and put it into the car. Apparently my parents had been in on it this whole time and had planned with Shay’s parents to take us to the airport. During the time that we had been packing they had put Shay’s bags into our car and proceeded to do the same with mine. In no time we was on our way and ready to go.

On the way to the airport I ended up coming up with several different questions. “Wait, I don’t have a passport, how am I supposed to go!!”

“Stop worrying so much Y/N, you’ll get granny creases. We already did that for you.” explained my dad.

“Will I be able to call home?”

“Of course you will, don’t be stupid.” Shay exclaimed. “You’re on a contract there’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to, you have international calls.”

“Oh… OH MY GOODNESS I DIDN’T CONVERT ANY MONEY!”

“Y/N, Calm yourself down woman, we’ve told you a thousand times we are prepared.” shay giggled lightly while I continued to list things and she replied.

“Travel sick tablets?”

“Yes.”

“Charger?”

“Of course”

“tablets?”

“Are we even allowed to carry tablets with us?”

“I don’t know” I frowned. “But I don’t like to think about not having any, you know I get sick easily.”

“That’s true.” Shay frowned in turn.

“Did you bring my other medication with a doctor note? I know I’m allowed those for sure.”

“Yes we did Y/N, and when you get there I’m sure you can purchase any medication you need, you did study Korean well enough to be able to get around.” My mother looked at me through the mirror while saying this. She did have a point, I studied for a long time while I had any free time, no matter how busy I was with anything. I always wanted to learn it so that is what I did.

By the time we had gotten to the Airport, said our goodbyes and gotten onto the plane we was merely a few hours away from it becoming dark. I sat stiffly in the seat that I was assigned to as it was the first time that I had been in a plane. We had already been through that speech they give on every plane journey. We had also been on the plane for quiet a while but I didn’t seem to move. I didn’t know how to feel or react. I glanced over at Shay in hopes to see her somewhat relaxed to calm myself down. However when I scanned over I seemed to find her in a similar situation as she was also on edge about this whole situation. I should have known better, we where both similar people and found a lot of common ground. I decided not to mention it because I knew she was trying really hard to make me be comfortable and not panic about anything on the trip. Thinking about this made me relax and I looked out of the plane window to try and find some closure. At this point I had realised we had been on the plane for longer than I had thought as when we had gotten on must have been at least 3 or 4 hours before dark.

“You should try and get some sleep, we have at least another 6 or so hours, maybe even more, you’ve been zoned out for a while, so have I so god knows how long we have left.” I nodded slightly. “I asked someone who isn’t sleeping to wake us once we get there, so rest for a while”

I don’t have much energy because of the rushing around and waking up early, so going to sleep before getting to our location sounded good to me. “Okay, you make sure you get some rest too then!” I smiled at Shay before putting my headphones in so I could listen to music to sleep. She returned the nod and we both fell asleep.

By the time I had woken up someone was just coming alone to wake us and tell us that we were at our destination. “WE’RE HERE!?” I exclaimed.

The airhostess looked at me in an odd fashion and said “why of course! I hope you enjoy your stay!“ I smiled and thanked her as I shook Shay knowing she would need more prompting to wake up.

"Shay, Shay! Wake up! We’re here!” “Huh?” She was obviously startled.

“WE ARE HERE” At these words she squealed and soon got up and we rushed off of the plane to get our luggage.

Soon after we had reached our destination we went to our hotel and thanked the workers as we soon continued to our room.

I let out a breathless sigh as I was extremely impressed by the breath taking view we had outside.

“Shay I can’t believe this!”

“What?”

“IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL”

“I thought you’d like it. Now start unpacking, I’ll put the kettle on.”

“Okay.” I sighed shoving my bag onto the bed beginning to unpack. “How did you get such a wonderful room?”

“Oh that’s easy” She said slightly louder as she was in the other room. “I wanted to get us separate rooms and a living room so I booked super early.”

“How early?” I looked at her puzzled.

“Stop asking questions and just accept it.”

“Fine.” I frowned.

“Tea or Coffee?” Shay hollered.

“Latte please!”

Laughter came from the front room. “YOU’RE SUCH A WHITE GIRL”

As I walked into the room to place something in the living room I said “What and you’re telling me that you’re not having one?”

“Mmmmm….”

“That’s what I thought…” I giggled lightly to show I was joking about.

Eventually I ended up unpacking all of my clothes and headed to the main room to have my coffee.

“That took less time than I though.”

“Yeah, me too.”

I went to go pick up my cup but Shay stopped me before I got there. “Wait.”

“Why?” It didn’t seem like there was a problem with my drink so why shouldn’t I pick it up?

“Well you know how I said this was a last surprise…” She smiled.

“It’s not is it…”

“Well….”

I flopped back in the sofa and sighed. “What is it now?”

“Who is your favourite kpop group?”

She’s trying to give me a hint isn’t she. “Are you giving me a clue?”

“yes.”

“Seventeen.”

“You got that fast. Your bias?”

“Don’t do that to me Shay. Jihoon, but bias wreckers are brutal when it comes to seventeen.” I laugh.

“Well, pick an outfit because. Well you’re not going to believe this but… We’re going to a Seventeen Concert!”

“WHAT!”

I was so surprised I’m sure I passed out.

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A Date I mean Business Lunch in Drellin

Leia- @leiathesleia

Alvin- @broadswordandpistol

Guest Interruption Appearance by Jude- @honorsstudentjude

Leia: Did you have your scarf when you woke up? 😉”

Alvin: "Dammit, Leia!" And he hadn't slept that late.

Leia: “The cutest darn ninja you ever did see.”

Alvin: "You've made your point, can I have it back now, please?" He rubs at the back of his neck. (Not in the mood to look like a goof chasing her all over this morning.)

Leia: "Haha. Oh okay then. I'm sure you have important mercenary/fruit guy things to do”

Alvin: "Just like you've got important stories to scoop, right?" And smiles to create — which she's actually been successful at, despite his complaining.

Leia: (Teehee. How did she get in his house anyways?)

Alvin: (Everyone seems to be able to break into my Alvin's place. Apparently he doesn't worry about it because the only valuables he has are basically the things he keeps on him.)

Alvin:( And generally the breaking-in consists of crashing on his couch or making him dinner. O.o)

Leia: (even though he can't seem to keep track of his own scarf, at least when Leia is involved :P)

Alvin: ("Hey." He knows exactly where it is, Leia has it.)

Alvin: "You like it that much, maybe we oughta get you one of your own." Teasing. He knows it's about the game, not about the scarf.

Leia: "That's right!" Though she won't turn the offer down.

Alvin: "I dunno, a gift from an older gentleman — your mom might take that the wrong way." Wink.

Leia: "I live on my own, travel from country to country daily, and work a full time job. I'm plenty grown up."

Alvin: "Yeah, but you'll always be her precious little girl, too. Despite being all grown up." He tugs at her cap brim playfully.

Leia: "Maybe so, but remember, I'm not a little kid!" She ruffles his perfectly messy hair and then darts away before he can catch her.

Alvin: "Hey!" He rolls his eyes and fixes his hair, still smiling. "Are you trying to make me late for work today?"

Leia: "Maybeeeeeeee"

Alvin: "That so? Any particular reason?" A wiser man might not take a step into her personal space. No one ever said Alvin was a wiser man.

Jude: As everyone seems to be able to get into Alvin's house, same goes for Jude's office

Alvin: (Alvin points out that it's not like Jude locks his office, sooooo)

Leia: Leia blushes now she's embarrassed "Um, b-because you are so perfect and adorable!" -Tries to flee-

Jude: "Even if I did, you'd all probably get in any way!"

Leia: "Jude?! When did you get here?" “Can't you see we are having a private conversation?" Leia pushes him out the door.

Alvin: Wait what Jude's here. Alvin stuffs his hands in his pockets and tries to look innocent. Fails entirely because he's never mastered that skill.

Leia: "Alvin, don't you ever lock this place?"

Alvin: "I did. My lock's as bad as Ludger's." Whose is notoriously unreliable; Alvin can pop his door open with a flick of the wrist.

Alvin: (casually all nope nothing to see here not flirting with your childhood best friend kid)

Leia: "You're gonna be late for work Jude! Byeeeee!" Jude didn't even seem to care what was going on. Just wanted to remind us that we bust in on him too. "And he says pride is my downfall. Ha!"

Alvin: "You mean you don't have work this morning too?"

Leia: "I'm a journalist! I set my own schedule. When there's a scoop, I'm there!"

Alvin: He laughs. "The scoop this morning is: "Journalist steals ex-mercenary's scarf. What happens next will shock you!" huh?"

Leia: "And what will happen next Mr. Ex mercenary? Hmmmmmm?"

Alvin: "That's a good question. Maybe the journalist oughta stick around for an in-depth interview." Did we mention that wiser men would not take another step into her personal space, and no one had ever claimed Alvin was a wiser man?

Leia: "Okay and what is this interview about? How you can't seem to keep track of your precious scarf ?" Hopefully Alvin didn't think she was ignoring him all this time. She was just on her GHS. He should've been able to see that clearly.

Alvin: "Heh. Riveting. How about a color story on the good and bad points of Elympian/Rieze Maxian business relationships, done over lunch in Drellin?"

Leia: "Now you're talking!" Leia loves food. "But I'm not able to pay for the food of the people I interview so you're on your own there! Now let's go! I'm starving!"

Alvin: "Hey, I wouldn't invite myself to eat on your nickel." He lets her lead, which gives him an excuse to hide the shit-eating grin.

Leia: -Leia skips along ahead of him towards the train station- "Come on! I'll race ya there!"

Alvin: "You're not getting my scarf as a victory prize." He doesn't wait for her to say "ready, go" — he's already off and running because he's definitely slower than she is.

Leia: Before she could say another word Alvin had started running ahead of her. "Oh no you don't!" She darts after him, jumps high in the air (does a few aesthetically pleasing midair flips) and lands—right on his back. He's not getting away.

Alvin: Apparently this kind of thing doesn't happen in Trigleph every day. Heads turn, but he laughs and grabs ahold of her legs as if he gives her piggyback rides all the time. She's not getting away, either. They slew into the train station at Alvin's top speed, which admittedly is nothing impressive, but faster than everyone else who's walking.

Leia: "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" This was way better than walking to the station. Even though they weren't going that fast, she still was enjoying the ride. They went past Technology drive where they received some strange looks but she didn't care. Finally they arrived at the station. Leia hopped off Alvin's back. "Thanks for the lift!" -wink-

Alvin: "My pleasure." He elbowed her gently in the side and went to pay for train tickets.

Leia: "Hey that tickles!" Leia realizes now that she should not have given up that information. She was sure she would pay for it later. Alvin came back with the tickets. "Okay let’s go!"

Alvin: Yep, she definitely should not have given up that information. He filed it away for later. He let her have the window seat; he was tall enough to lean over and look out, anyway, and it wasn't long before the bare Elympian countryside was zipping by.

Leia: Leia gazed out the window at the scenery. "Not too much longer to Drellin! I haven't been here in a while actually. What about you?" Heck yeah. Leia loves the window seat.

Alvin: "Last week, actually. I've been working a deal with that restaurant to bring in napples and poranges for their breakfast and dessert menus. Took some convincing, but it worked out okay."

Leia: "Oooh. That sounds good! You know, you can mix fruit with a lot of other foods and have it still taste pretty yummy!" Leia had a habit of putting two really great foods together and expecting something really great to come out of it. She has some success but more often than not it was a disaster.

Alvin: "Mhm, and real fruit makes a big difference. You know most of the fruits and veggies in Elympios are grown in a vat, right?"

Leia: "Oh wow! That's so different from Reize Maxia! I guess before the schism was gone Elympians didn't get as much nice produce." Leia shudders imagining her life without good quality fruit every day.

Alvin: "Everything was so depleted by the spyrix that getting things to grow was hard. No blessings of Gnome and Undine here, remember? Which meant that a lot of stuff got grown in factories, using more spyrix. It's an ugly cycle, but hopefully things will turn around. You can't keep chewing up spirits to feed humans in the long run."

Leia: "Oh yeah. I'm glad things seem to be getting better. And I'm really glad we got to be a part of it too, you know? It feels really good having done something to help!" The train screeched to a halt. Startled, Leia grabbed Alvin's arm to steady herself. "Looks like we're here!"

Alvin: Her fingers on his arm should not tingle, Alvin reminded himself sharply. "Yeah, it does," he admitted with a small smile. "Have to admit I never pictured myself doing this a year ago." He backed up to let her off the train ahead of him before falling into step with her again on their way to the cafe. "Hope you're hungry, those portions are pretty huge."

Leia: "Heck yeah I am!" When wasn't she hungry? Leia was excited to be in Drellin again. It was so much different than Trigleph. There were a lot more food options and it had more of a natural feel to it as well rather than the big city vibe. "Hey there it is!" Leia grabbed Alvin's arm and pulled him towards the cafe.

Alvin: He obligingly allowed himself to be dragged, noting that despite his own internal protests, that small tingle had not gone away. Oh boy. A wink at the receptionist earned them a table outside with a great view of the plaza, and they settled in with menus and drinks. "Whatcha in the mood for, Sunshine?"

Leia: Somehow Alvin managed to get them a great seat outside. The view of the plaza was spectacular! Leia sipped on her lemonade. She got distracted for a moment by the view. Then she heard Alvin ask her what she was having. "Huh? Oh right! I think I'll have a large French Toast and a Small Fruit Salad. What about you?"

Alvin: "Hmmm. Man does not live on steak alone, despite the temptation. Curry for me." ... Which ... still had beef in it. What could he say, he was predictable when it came to food. "Theirs is good. Not as good as your dad's, though," he added, when the waitress was out of earshot.

Leia: -Leia giggled.- "You don't have to try so hard to get on my good side Alvin. But I mean, yeah of course. Nothing is better than my dad's, well, everything! You should really come have dinner at the lodge sometime! I'm sure dad will make you all kinds of delicious food!" Leia took another sip of her lemonade. "Hey, you really like steak right? Dad makes a really good one with a peach glaze. Mmmmm."

Alvin: At that, he cracked into a chuckle. "And you don't have to, either, Sunshine. But it does sound pretty good." Better than soda rice, for sure. "Wouldn't mind seeing your folks again. They're good people." Assuming, of course, that Sonia hadn't found out about what had happened in Hamil. Then he was a dead man. Urk.

Leia: "Yeah! Maybe next time we can go there and see them!" Wait. Next time? Did that sound like a- a date ? "I mean, we could invite the others too?" Phew saved yourself on that one, I think. (No you didn't Leia) "I don't think Jude has been home in a while and I know Ga- I mean Erston was eager to see my mother again. Something about comparing sparring tactics? Oh look! The food is here!"

Alvin: Did that sound like a date? ... Maybe, but it could have been purely innocent. Alvin could convince himself of that; he was all too good at lying to everyone, including himself.

"Heh, that's a fight I'd pay to see from a safe distance," he chuckled, digging into his curry. "It'd probably do Jude some good to get out of the office anyway. I swear he's turning into a mushroom, never seeing the sun."

Leia: Leia chuckled at the thought of the King and her mother sparring. "Haha yeah, I wonder who would win though!" Leia poured some syrup on her French toast and cut a piece to take a bite. "Mmmff thith ith tho good! Althin thu need th twy thith!" She swallowed her food and then held her plate up to him. "Come on, try it!"

Alvin: "Heh. Good question. Erston might have had a real fight on his hands had they met in the Coliseum." He waved her plate down so he could cut off a bite, and chewed appraisingly. "Hm, not bad," he agreed thoughtfully, and passed his plate back in turn. "Try this, see what you think."

Leia: Leia grabbed her unused spoon and dipped it in the curry. She took a bite "Mmmm. That's pretty good! Not too spicy, and, is it beef curry? I'll have to remember to order that next time!" Next time again?! Leia you've got to stop saying those things it's going to be taken the wrong way....

Alvin: "I could take it a little spicier, but the balance is good." Alvin caught himself winking at her. Had he intended to do that? He hurried past that traitorous thought and settled down with his food again. "So overall, Miss Reporter, what do you think about those complicated international business relations?" Yes, apparently he had intended the wink; that question came out playful and maybe a touch more loaded than he wanted.

Leia: "Huh? Wha?" Leia had been spacing out. What was he saying? Relations? She snapped back to reality. "Business relations? Oh! The interview!" Of course. That was the whole reason they were having lunch in the first place. Or was it? Also, did he just wink at her? I mean it was something he did often enough but why was he doing it this time? Whatever, she needed to respond. "Well it seems that there is still some tension between both Rieze Maxia and Elympios. They don't entirely trust each other, right? Do you think they ever will?"

Alvin: "A tricky question." Alvin chewed thoughtfully and set his fork down. "Suppose it's hard for either side to trust each other. Their cultures are pretty different, and it probably didn't help when Elympios attacked Rieze Maxia out of the blue." He flicked a glance at her from under lowered lashes, a cautious smile lingering on his lips. The parallels to their own situation had not escaped him. "But I think with some time to get to know each other, things'll work out in the long run, as long as no one gets too hasty."

Leia: "I hope so too. And I think it will also really help once Jude perfects his spyrite research. He's going to help so many more people someday!" She glanced up at Alvin and smiled before she went to take a bite of her fruit salad. "It seems like we have a long way to go still, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to bring both of these sides together! I'm hoping my articles are helping a bit too. I want people to see both sides of the situation and not just their own"

Alvin: "He and Balan really have been burning the midnight oil on that one. I just hope they get it done in time." The fresh growth in Elympios with the Schism down was both exciting and worrisome; Alvin could see where people would resist the new technology, refusing to understand that what they had now was only there because of the fresh infusion of mana from the Schism.

Hopefully that wouldn't happen.

"Hey, I think you're doing a pretty good job of it," he teased. "All those articles you've been getting published, and I saw the guest column they let you write the other day. People can tell this is an important thing." He flicked her a teasing smile. "Not just a job but part of your personal life too." There was a subtle, lingering question in that sentence, and the gleam in his eye was not entirely innocent.

Leia: Hearing Alvin's sweet words caused Leia's cheeks to turn a light shade of pink. "Oh, y-you read my articles? Thank you Alvin, you don't have to do that just because I wrote them though. I don't want you to be biased." She looked up at him but once she saw him looking back at her she quickly looked down and twiddled her thumbs. "But really, thank you. It really means a lot to me that you care so much about my work."

Alvin: Alvin shook his head. "It's not like that. You know I don't waste my time, right, Sunshine? What you're doing is important, and how people are reacting to it is important. It's good to have that perspective. It's not just about finding out what you're up to." Not that that didn't factor in. It was hard to keep track of everyone when he was always on the move. Leia's articles were a touchstone that he deeply appreciated when he was on the far side of Elympios or deep in Xian Du.

Leia: Leia perked up at Alvin's response. "Yes, exactly! I want to continue sharing with both sides about everything that's happening! Someday we will have peace. I'm sure of it!" Leia smiled at him. Her emerald-green eyes beaming. "Now then, there are important matters to discuss." She looked up at him with a serious face. "Are we getting dessert?"

Alvin: "That's a matter of serious international relations. One poor dessert choice could lead to a war over Gaius dumplings versus Drellin gelato." Alvin put on a mock-serious face. "I don't know how anyone could survive that catastrophe. Better get two and share, just to be on the safe side."

Leia: Leia laughed so hard she snorted a little. "Hahahaha!" Two desserts?? Leia liked the sound of that! "Okay, that sounds like a good idea. I wouldn't want to start an international war or anything!" she said as she winked at him with a playful gleam in her eye. She picked up the dessert menu and looked it over. "Oooh! I think I'm gonna have a chocolate parfait! What about you Alvin?"

Alvin: "Hmmm." Alvin pored over the dessert menu, upside-down from his angle. "I'm thinking that blackberry cobbler sounds good." Nothing wrong with chocolate, but he'd never lost his appetite for the fruits that were so rare in his childhood. "Maybe a little ice cream on top." Yeah, that'd do the trick.

Leia: "Oh yum! That sounds so good! You know I can't say no to fruit!" Leia delicately set the menu back on the table. "I'm having a really great time Alvin! Thank you for suggesting we do this!" I am having a really great time. Who knew Alvin and I could hang out like this. It just feels so right . "And thanks to you I also got some great information for a future article! I'll be sure to credit you of course."

Alvin: He flashed her a grin, a shade on the smug side. Truth be told, Alvin was having more fun than he'd initially bargained for, too. "Heh, thanks for taking me up on it." A year ago, even the thought of doing something this simple and (mostly) innocent would have been next to impossible. "Any time you wanna work on those pesky Elympian-Rieze Maxian relations questions, I'd be glad to." Another wink.... y'know, he pointed out to himself, the odds were good that he was headed to a very special hell.

-End (for now)

#broadswordandpistol #honorsstudentjude #skype fluff #alvinxleia #arurei #tales of xillia #Leia Rolando #Alfred Vint Svent #jude mathis #FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF #this makes me soooo happy #i need more #wink wink nudge nudge #<3 #i also included the random jude moment in here #it was too funny not to #even thought he has like two lines #to be continued

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